tony stark fic

prompt: “i had a nightmare about you and i just wanted to make sure you’re okay” + “hey, i’m with you, okay? always” + “do you want me to leave?” + “i think i’m in love with you and i’m terrified” + “i shouldn’t be in love with you” + “kiss me”

pairing: tony x reader

word count: 2.6k+

warnings: nightmares, 2am confessions of love, purest form of fluff

prompt list: click here

a/n: i wanna give tony all the love he deserves he’s the purest soul in this world and he needs to be reminded how wonderful he is every hour of the day x


It was just past 2am when Y/N’s eyes shot open, her heart going 120 miles per second in her chest. Her fingers were gripping the bed sheets firmly and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

She was never one to suffer from nightmares but the dream she had just violently woken up from could surely be on the top ten list of the worst ones she ever had.

She slowly relaxed, staring up at the ceiling, still breathing heavily.

It was okay. It was just a dream. It wasn’t real.

But as she continued to look at the vast expanse of space above her head, barely being able to make out the shape of the chandelier in the pitch black room, she realised that the feeling of dread simply wouldn’t go away and allow her to go back to sleep.

Something felt horribly wrong. It was like that feeling you get right before you get your results after a test you didn’t study for. Except multiplied by twenty.

She reached under her pillow and searched for her phone, squinting at the screen as she attempted to read the time. She knew everyone in the compound was asleep but the idea of staring at the ceiling until morning, feeling this awful sense of doom, wasn’t a good idea.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” She whispered, too quiet for any person to hear.

“Yes, Ms Y/L/N?” The voice sounded through the room and as strange as it was, Y/N was glad this computer system was watching over her and would inform someone if she was in trouble.

“Do you happen to know what Tony is doing?”

“Mr Stark is currently sleeping in his bedroom. Would you like me to wake him up?”

Y/N shook her head. “No, thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

“You are more than welcome.”

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair as she pushed the covers off and sat up. She looked around her room; there was a soft beam of light coming in through the curtains that relaxed her a little but she just felt so damn alone in her room after that nightmare.

She slowly stood up and made her way to the bathroom where she splashed some water on her face and looked at herself in the mirror for a moment.

The horrid feeling just wouldn’t leave her chest. It was as if the world was closing in on her and she couldn’t do anything about it until she knew he was safe.

F.R.I.D.A.Y had told her he was. He was asleep in his room. But computers could crash and even Tony’s tech could break down every once in a while. Knowing this, Y/N also knew she wouldn’t fall back asleep until she saw he was really okay.

So she dried her face with a soft towel and shut the lights out in her bathroom before exiting her room and beginning her descent towards Tony’s quarters.

The walk was long and Y/N’s bare feet were cold as they padded across the white tiles of the hallways. She liked living in the compound but walking through it alone at night felt like wandering the halls of a hospital when everyone else was sleeping. The walls were white, the floors were white, and there were elements of steel and glass everywhere.

It wasn’t surprising; the building acted as a headquarters for one of the biggest businesses in the world and only a small fraction of it consisted of living spaces. It seemed, however, that her bedroom was miles away from where Tony’s quarters were located. She had to take a long hallway, then a set of stairs, then another hallway, and climb another two floors before she reached it. By the time she was standing face to face with his door, the feeling of dread in her chest had grown by a thousand.

She knocked softly and when she didn’t receive a response, she pressed down the handle and gently pushed open the door. Because of how new the building was, the door did not creak and Y/N was beyond thankful. She pushed it open just enough to squeeze her head through and see if Tony was around. Realising he wasn’t, she pushed the door open wider and stepped inside.

The living area of his apartment was lit up by moonlight which seeped in through the giant windows. As F.R.I.D.A.Y. had told her, Tony wasn’t on the sofa, or in the kitchen, and the door leading down to his lab was closed, meaning he wasn’t in there, either. The only place left was his bedroom.

Y/N shut the door behind her quietly and tiptoed towards where she knew his room was located, almost walking into the corner of the glass coffee table.

When she finally reached his room, she noticed the door was ajar, and just like before she stuck her head inside. She scanned the room, quickly realising that from where she was standing she could not see Tony’s bed. So she lightly pushed the door open and to her horror, the hinges creaked as if they were fifty years old. Y/N cursed under her breath because a second later Tony’s concerned voice rang through the room.

“Who’s there?”

Y/N inhaled sharply and emerged from behind the half closed door. Tony was now sitting up in his bed, the white covers bunched around his waist and his face displaying mild apprehension. Next to his bed stood one of his suits, eyes glowing, left hand outstetched, ready to fire.

“It’s just me,” Y/N murmured, seeing Tony visibly relax. He expelled a breath.

“Power down.” The suit dropped its arm, took a few steps back to stand in the corner and its eyes stopped glowing like two burning torches.

Y/N remained standing where she was, her fingers shyly curling around the hem of her pyjama shorts. She casually studied Tony’s face to make sure he was okay.

“Why are you here at…” he glanced towards the clock on his bedside table. “2am?”

Y/N hesitated, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. She could feel the softness of Tony’s white furry rug between her toes, the pleasant heat of the electric fire place burning in the corner of the room, and the innocent curiosity of his eyes as he waited for her to answer.

On top of it all, she could also feel her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

“I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

He remained quiet for a moment but his expression softened as he studied her from across the room. She looked spooked and Tony wanted to ask her what the nightmare was about, but he figured this wasn’t the right moment. She already seemed uncomfortable after having been caught checking up on him.

“Are you okay?” She asked quietly and Tony nodded softly in response.

“Yeah, and are you?”

She bit her lip and then shook her head. And in an instant she was rushing across the room, climbing onto his bed and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“What’s wrong? What did you dream about?” He asked quietly, recovering from the shock and slowly beginning to stroke her hair. She moved to sit on his lap, her face buried in the crook of his neck, feeling so much more relaxed now that she could feel the warmth of his skin, hear his quiet breathing, his hands wrapped tightly around her. Y/N never wanted to let him go, afraid that if she did, he’d vanish like he did in her nightmare.

“It’s okay. I’m right here,” Tony assured her, honestly kind of confused by why a nightmare about something happening to him would affect her so much. They were friends, sure, but he was also friends with the rest of the team and not a single one of his other co-workers had rushed into his room at 2am because they were scared for his safety. Something felt different about this situation, and as he continued to hold her, feeling her grip him so tightly he’d find it painful if the situation was any different, Tony began to wonder why she was so shaken.

She remained sitting in his lap for minutes, and when she hiccuped quietly Tony realised she had been crying. He tightened his grip on her, threw his bed covers over her shoulders and pulled her down to lie down with him.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologised suddenly, sniffing a little and feeling so damn silly. But Tony wasn’t laughing at her, and he wasn’t teasing her for being an idiot. He just held her tight, let her lie down with her head on his chest and continued to stroke her hair as she attemtped to calm down.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s going to be okay.” He kissed her forehead and in response Y/N released a shaky breath and closed her eyes. It was fine. He was safe. Nothing bad had happened to him.

“It just seemed really real. I got scared that something might’ve happened to you,” she muttered into his chest, and Tony could feel her fist the fabric of his t-shirt. He kissed her head again.

“I’m alright. Nothing has happened so you don’t need to be scared,” he assured her softly, and when Y/N sniffed, Tony placed his hand over her own. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

She nodded softly, squeezing her eyes shut so that her remaining tears fell on her cheeks and then she promised herself she was fine. It was just a bad dream.

“Do you want me to leave?” She questioned, her voice barely audible but Tony was so close he heard every syllable clearly. Y/N silently hoped he’d let her stay; she didn’t want to go back to her room and sit in the daunting silence. She felt too at peace right where she was.

“Do you want to go?” He asked instead of answering her previous question and when she shook her head, Tony’s lips curved up into a soft little smile and he pulled her even closer to him. “Stay then. You’re more than welcome to.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, and he kissed her head one last time before feeling her relax in his arms. Tony took this as his moment to go back to sleep so he shut his eyes and savoured the feeling of her arm draped over his stomach, her head on his chest, her legs tangled with his. She was breathing softly, the sound lulling Tony to sleep and soon he could feel himself beginning to drift off.


The sound of her voice pulled him back to reality.

“Yes, dear?”

She remained silent for a moment. Y/N bit her lip and for a moment, she wished she hadn’t called his name. But she did, and now Tony was waiting for her to say something. And other than the one sentence which had been flashing in her mind like a bright neon sign for the past month, she didn’t really have anything else to say.

“I know it’s silly but…” She paused, inhaling sharply and Tony stroked her arm, scared she might cry again. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

He didn’t respond immediately and a moment of strangely peaceful silence lingered in the air. It felt good to have it off her chest and surprisingly, Y/N didn’t fear getting rejected because even if he didn’t feel the same, they’d still be friends; and that was more than enough for her. Just knowing he was happy and safe was enough for her.

The sheets rustled as Tony moved under her. For a moment she thought he was going to remove himself from the bed, but instead, he rolled over onto his side so that he was facing her, and pushing Y/N to lie on her back instead. He looked down at her and instead of lying motionless and waiting for his response as any other person would after confessing their feelings, Y/N reached up and cupped his face in her hand.

Tony’s eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into her touch. He smiled softly, and when Y/N noticed, she smiled, too. They didn’t move for several seconds, but then Tony opened his eyes, removed her palm from his face and brought the back of her hand to his lips instead.

He pressed a long kiss to the soft flesh, looking at her face while his mouth was still against her skin.

“Why are you terrified?” He asked then, his voice quiet, laced with curiosity.

“Because,” she whispered back. “I shouldn’t be in love with you. But I am, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

Tony smiled at her words, turning her hand and then kissing the inside of her wrist. With each kiss he moved his lips lower, leaving at least fifteen kisses on the inside of her arm alone.

“There is one thing you can do,” he told her, and when Y/N quirked a brow, the corner of his mouth curled up. “Kiss me.”

And just like that, Y/N was reaching out to cup his face again, using what little strength she could find at 2am to pull him closer. Tony held himself above her by placing his hand on the mattress next to her shoulder and leaning down to finally capture her lips with his own.

She held his face above her, lifting her head from the pillows to bring herself closer to him, and when their mouths met, she felt all her worries evaporating into the air. Tony’s lips were soft and his breath warm on her face.

They kissed softly, their mouths meeting time after time, and soon Tony was humming quietly at the feeling of her fingers running through his hair. He reached under the covers, carefully tracing her side and cupping the back of her thigh, slowly lifting it up and wrapping it around his waist.

He wanted to feel her closer and as the tips of his fingers lightly skimmed her skin, Y/N hoped that he would never retreat.

But like most things in life, the kissing had to end sooner or later, and when both of them found themselves struggling for air, their lips parted and Tony pressed his forehead to her own. Her eyes had fluttered closed, and when Tony looked down, he noticed the shadow that her lashes had cast over the tops of her cheeks.

The room was quiet for a while with the exception of the sound of their breathing and the crackling of the logs in the fire in the corner of the room. Tony shifted his weight to one arm, still hovering above her and when she opened her eyes, he tucked a stand of hair behind her ear.

She smiled at the gesture, but then Tony leaned down and kissed her again, and her smile grew wider.

“If you’re terrified of loving me, then we can be terrified together because holding something as precious as your heart is a thousand times more difficult than any fight I’ve ever fought,” he told her solemnly, and she watched him in awe, letting a quiet giggle escape her when he kissed the tip of her nose.

“I love you, too,” he added quietly, and when she smiled, he returned to his previous position and pulled her in closer. Her head fell to rest on his chest again and this time, when they closed their eyes and began to feel themselves drift off, there was nothing at the back of their minds trying to overshadow the complete contentment they both felt.

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Peter loses his backpack so often that Tony starts to carry one of his own with all the Spidey essentials whenever the two are out and about or on missions.

It has noise cancelling headphones, sunglasses, sunscreen because Peter burns, an extra phone, snacks for if they get caught up somewhere where Peter can’t eat every hour because of his metabolism, and a first aid kit.

Clint calls it his diaper bag and Tony just scoffs as he flings the super expensive and designer backpack over his shoulder before boarding the quinjet.

Peter P : so you guys are like…100 years old?

Steve : yeah

Bucky : yeah I guess we are

Peter P : wow you’re like old enough to be mister Stark’s dad

Steve : is that why he keeps calling me daddy?

Peter and Bucky :

“Baby Stark”

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: After returning to New York, Tony is greeted with surprising news that has potential to change his life.

A/N: another one from draft-purgatory. lol i’ve never written for tony stark, and i i struggle to capture his swaggering tone. however, but i thought it would be fun to write for a slightly softer tony stark.

His elbows resting on the metal railing surrounding the large helicopter landing pad, Tony Stark skims his eyes over the beautiful aerial view of Manhattan. A relaxed smile perks onto his lips as the familiar clamor of the concrete jungle sinks in. “It’s good to be back,” he hums to himself, taking in the majestic view carved around the Avengers Tower.

After rapping his knuckles against the metal railing, Tony saunters down the glass walkway leading into the tower, the eery silence reminding him that everyone is on a mission. He’s about to greet F.R.I.D.A.Y. when a smile enters his view, one that he isn’t expecting.

She sits on the counter of the bar, her legs elegantly crossed despite the restrictive nature of her pencil skirt. The sunlight streams into the room through the glass windows, creating a natural glow about her. A coy smile perks onto her lips as Tony’s drinks her in, his lower lip getting caught between his teeth as his eyes dance up her legs and body. She’s the most alluring girl he’d ever seen -he’d thought so two years ago when they first met, and he still thinks so now- and it’s one of the many reasons why he’s infatuated with her.

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Tony being your sugar daddy + a “boobs guy” would include:

pairing: tony x reader

warnings: oh no hide your children this is about women willingly using their bodies and benefitting from it

a/n: hello i’m back after 4 months having graduated high school and being a bigger tony slut than ever before

also this is the longest “would include” i have ever written but i’ve been getting requests for this for months and it took me forever to get around to writing so enjoy

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Peter : Um… Dad i spilled juice on your lamborghini’s seat.

Tony : You spilled wawowawowarskkk JUICE ? ON MY LAMBORGHINI WHITE SEATS ??!?!?

S -Don’t you dare take a picture!
T -Too late ! :D
S -You’ll regret that
T -Oh, I’m sure I will!

Little spoiler from ‘The spider and the Sorcerer’ by WIX2
Totally in love in this fic!! Relationship between these three dorks is just pure gold!! PERFECT father-son relation between Tony-Peter and Stephan-Peter also Tony-Stephan best sass in history .. really, these two is perfect explosive material and I just looove it ! ♡

Hey, Dollface

Description: Maybe going out with Tony Stark is a little intimidating, but he is way sweeter than he would like everyone to believe.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: fluffff, smutty smut good stuff mixed in with all of the actual substance writing (for once), Tony being a flirty little shit as per usual

A/n: I just had to write another Tony fic. Idk. Every single Tony/RDJ fic I read I love because he’s so sassy

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

Working at a coffee shop inside Stark Tower might not have been the most conventional job to take up, but it sure was an interesting one (not to mention, a very well-paying one). Geniuses were constantly wandering through, sometimes doing work at the tables. There was also the occasional avenger coming through, and you still weren’t quite sure how to process it. These people were out saving the world, punching aliens, doing whatever; and now you were making their coffee. Your life seemed to be like a bad sitcom. You could still remember the first time you ever saw one of them.

“Hi.” Sam Wilson said, walking up to the counter. 

“Good afternoon, what can I get for you?” 

He looked over the menu before deciding on plain black coffee. You quickly prepared it, handing it to him as soon as you could. He gave a quick ‘thank you’, and headed to the elevator. 

If it wasn’t completely unprofessional, you might have screamed. But things were different now. It wasn’t uncommon to see Steve and Sam walk in and order. An occasional visit from most of the others, too. It seemed strange and surreal, but that was your life, and you figured you got pretty lucky to be in a place like it. However, there was one man you never saw, since he always had an assistant bringing everything up to him.

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prompt: “wait a minute. are you jealous?” + “i’ve seen the way you look at me when you think i don’t notice” + “just admit i’m right” + “say it” + “if you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?” 

pairing: tony x reader, steve x reader [implied]

word count: 2.3k+

prompt list: click here

warnings: shameless flirting, teasing, build up to smut, jealous tony

a/n: this is inspired by a bucky fic that i read a few days ago and unfortunately forgot to bookmark so if anyone knows what fic it was, please link me to it so i can give credit to the author

“Hey, Tony. Are you down here?”

The sound of Y/N’s voice bounced off of the concrete walls of Tony’s lab as she descended the spiral staircase a few minutes past midnight. The lights in the lab were left switched on so Y/N assumed Tony had to be down there, somewhere. It wasn’t a surprise, really; Tony loved tinkering with his projects and inventions in the dead of night and even though most of the time the noise of drills and saws was annoying when everyone was trying to sleep, at times like these it was actually quite comforting.

“I’m in here!” Tony called back and Y/N followed the sound of his voice until she found him sitting behind his desk, seemingly inputting some data into four computers at once. The sight was quite amusing and Y/N found herself smiling upon hearing F.R.I.D.A.Y. urging him to slow down or maybe take a break.

“Try lecture me one more time and I swear, I’ll cut off your power supply,” Tony threatened and just like that, F.R.I.D.A.Y. decided it might be best not to say another word.

“Bickering with your own inventions? Wow, Tony. I think you might have hit rock bottom.”

The brunette chuckled at her comment and lifted his gaze as she walked around his desk and quietly slid onto it. She situated herself in front of one of the screens, her feet dangling above the tiled floor.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in bed?” Tony asked out of plain curiosity and smiled when Y/N reached for his steaming mug of coffee and took a tiny sip.

“Couldn’t sleep,” she answered simply and closed her eyes, feeling the pleasant warmth of Tony’s coffee warming up her insides. It was pretty darn cold in his lab and all she was wearing was an oversized t-shirt and some fuzzy socks.

“Is there something on your mind? You never wander around the place at night,” Tony observed and Y/N chuckled quietly.

“I do, actually.” She took another sip and placed the mug in her lap. “I just never wander near your lab or bedroom. I’ve had trouble sleeping a lot the last few months.”

Tony tore his gaze away from the screen of his computer and looked at her with mild concern in his eyes. He knew how horrible it was to not be able to fall asleep, even when you were dead tired. The idea of Y/N struggling with the same sleeping problem as him didn’t in the least bit thrill him.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she told him with a small smile, then decided to change the topic. “Do you happen to have a blanket lying around here somewhere? I’m gonna freeze to death.”

Tony shook his head but then quickly remembered the grey hoodie draped over the back of his chair. Y/N thanked him quietly when he handed it to her and began to struggle to push her arms through the sleeves.

“You know, I don’t think it’s wise to be parading around an air conditioned building in nothing but a shirt. Or hanging out in a basement. These places tend to be quite chilly.”

Tony laughed and Y/N did, too, pulling the hood up over her messy hair.

“It helps me sleep,” she admitted and Tony quirked an eyebrow.

“What does? Not having pants on?”

Y/N nudged him with her hand. “No, you idiot. It’s Steve’s shirt. Being surrounded by the scent of another person helps me fall asleep.”

Tony looked at her with his brows furrowed. He kind of understood what she meant; back when he was still dating Pepper, her presence in his bed made it just that tiny bit easier to fall asleep. But knowing this didn’t stop Tony from wondering why on earth it was Steve’s shirt she was wearing.

And Y/N, noticing his confusion, decided to elaborate.

“I didn’t steal it from his laundry pile, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she giggled. “Can you imagine the lecture he’d give me about righteousness and whatnot?”

Tony could, in fact, picture it; very clearly, actually. He could almost see Steve waving his hands in the air and talking to Y/N as if she were a child who had misbehaved.

“Then how exactly did you obtain this article of clothing?” Tony wondered aloud and Y/N glanced down at what she was wearing. It was a simple white t-shirt with the American flag printed on the front. It matched her red, blue and white striped socks.

“He gave it to me when I was staying in his room a few nights ago,” she shrugged casually, not really thinking much about her next words. “I’ve been staying in his room a lot lately. It makes it easier to drift off.”

Tony pretended not to look surprised. He diverted his gaze back to the screen of his computer and began to type, though his mind was preoccupied with thoughts entirely different.

“I thought I’d be able to sleep alone one more night until he gets back from this mission, but apparently my body isn’t willing to co-operate,” she added quietly, took one last sip of Tony’s coffee and set the mug down on the desk.

Tony glanced at her from the corner of his eye, willing his expression to remain as neutral as possible.

“So, are you and Steve, like…”

Y/N quickly caught on to what he meant.

“No, of course not. We’re just friends,” she explained with a chuckle. “He doesn’t mind me waking him up in the middle of the night or helping me fall asleep, so I’ve been staying in his room. Steve is… nice.”

Tony cocked his head to the side and looked at her in slight bewilderment.

“I’m nice, too,” he noted, then turned back to his work. “And yet you’ve never asked to sleep in my bed.”

Y/N smiled, not catching his bitterness at first. She shrugged her shoulders and circled the rim of the mug with her index finger.

“I’ve never asked to sleep in your bed because you hardly get any sleep as it is,” she observed, her voice quieter than before. “I’d hate to take away what little rest you get with my silly problems.”

Tony sent her a look that screamed, “are you serious right now?” but before she could say anything, Tony was already talking.

“Your problems aren’t silly,” he reassured her, and Y/N shrugged her shoulders again.

“Steve doesn’t think so, either. It’s why he’s been letting me sleep with him,” she explained and Tony could feel anger bubbling inside of him. He didn’t like that Y/N went to Steve with her problems; he wanted it to be him she talked to.

“And since he’s gone, you’ve decided to come to me instead?” Being her second choice didn’t make Tony all that happy.

“I thought I’d find you here so we could hang out.”

Tony looked towards his computer again. He picked up his mug of coffee.

“Why don’t you call Steve, then?” He asked, then pressed the mug to his lips and muttered, “I’m sure it would do you more good that sitting here with me.”

Y/N’s brows knitted together into a frown, then a smirk took over her features.

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

Tony pretended to look surprised at her assumption. He cocked his head back and expelled a forced chuckle.

Jealous?” He asked. “Why on earth would I be jealous?”

It was obvious Y/N wasn’t buying his reaction. Tony could never hide his true feelings and even though he hated it about himself, Y/N had grown to love it.

He turned in his chair to face the monitor at the opposite end of the desk. Incidentally, it gave him an excuse to turn away from Y/N so she couldn’t see him.

“I’m not jealous. Just curious about what’s going on between you and Cap. That’s all,” he mumbled a little too slow and Y/N had to bite back her grin.

She reached out, placed her hand on the back of Tony’s chair and turned it around so that he was facing her again.

Tony appeared desperate to look elsewhere but she was right there in front of him, blocking his view.

“Are you sure?” She raised a brow, her smirk remaining. She narrowed her eyes a little and Tony gulped audibly.

It was then Y/N decided to push back her hesitation and slid off of the surface of his desk. Tony watched as she stepped closer.

“Like, are you completely positive you’re not jealous? Because, I mean, I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice and your eyes tell me something different.”

Tony was just about to speak, to protest, to tell her he had no idea what she was talking about, but he stopped himself when she threw her leg over his thighs and lowered herself onto his lap.

Tony gulped.

“What are you doing?” He asked, gazing up at her from beneath his lashes. The weight of her in his lap felt too satisfying for him not to feel weird about it.

“What? I’m not doing anything,” she responded innocently, but a playful grin had appeared across her lips. Tony could already see the mischief in her eyes. 

“Then why have you suddenly decided to sit in my lap? I don’t think you’ve done this before.”

Y/N chuckled and Tony almost whimpered when she took hold of his wrists and led his hands to her hips. Her own soon retreated and Tony wanted to punch himself for how much he was enjoying this. There was something terrifyingly pleasurable about it.

“All I want is for you to say it,” she told him, and Tony’s brows furrowed. With the feeling of her sitting in his lap, her weight resting right where he wanted it, Tony had almost forgotten what they were talking about. 

“You’re jealous because I’ve been sleeping in Steve’s bed,” she stated matter-of-factly, her fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt. She wasn’t looking into his eyes but she glanced up then, a coy smirk across her lips. “Just admit I’m right.”

Tony sighed. “I’m not going to confess to anything in the absence of my lawyer.”

Y/N pouted and the sight was so adorable Tony wanted to drop onto the floor and repeat anything she’d ask him to say.

“But it’s more fun when it’s just the two of us. Don’t you think?” Tony could almost see the wheels turning in her head. He had no clue what she was thinking or where she was going with this. The only thing he was absolutely certain of was the fact that it wouldn’t be long before she noticed the growing tent in his jeans.

“What do you mean?”

And there it was; the realisation on her face.

Tony was just about to shift in his seat in what would surely be a failed attempt to cover up his arousal but Y/N had already noticed.

She had noticed and the smirk across her face let Tony know something weird was about to happen. And it did; because soon Y/N reached behind her, placing her hands on his thighs and then lifted herself up slightly, only to sink back onto him and begin to roll her hips against him.

Tony let out a shaky breath, his fingers beginning to dig into her hips. Her smirk remained and even when Tony closed his eyes, he could see it. It was right there, printed onto the back of his eyelids, haunting him. A pathetic groan escaped his lips.

He could feel her hands sliding up his chest and to his shoulders, using them for leverage. She expelled a breath that sounded a little too much like a whine and Tony could feel his erection straining against his boxers. Truth be told, he would’ve been able to get off on that sound alone, but it wasn’t just the sound that was making his head spin; it was the feeling of her rolling her hips against him, her hands on his shoulders, her heavy breaths and the sweet smell of her perfume.

“Say it,” she demanded, leaning into him so her chest was pressed flush to his. Tony forced her down harder onto him.


“Say it, Tony. Say it or I’ll stop.”

He whined when she began to slow down. He needed more. But admitting he was jealous wasn’t something he was willing to do. 

“Please,” he whimpered instead, and a knowing smirk appeared across her face. She had him wrapped around her finger and she damn well knew it. “Please don’t stop.”

She moved her hips again and Tony expelled a breath of relief. He screwed his eyes shut and threw his head back, letting another pathetic groan escape him. He was helpless and somehow, he was loving it.

“Oh, Tony,” she giggled, knowing what effect she was having on him and using it to her advantage. He could hear the superiority in her tone, knowing she had the upper hand. There was something strangely erotic about it. “If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?”

He groaned again, but this time, instead of continuing her actions, Y/N’s movements ceased completely and she grinned in satisfaction as she slid off his lap. Tony whimpered at the loss in contact and opened his eyes, watching as she turned towards his desk.

She bent over rather theatrically, her perky behind right there for him to admire, and grabbed his mug of coffee from his desk.

Tony attempted to catch his breath.

“I’ll be in my room,” she told him casually, almost as if nothing had ever happened. She took a few steps towards the door and suddenly stopped, glancing at him over her shoulder, one eyebrow cocked. “You are welcome to join me.”

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Peter accidentally calling Tony “Mr. Dad”. Reblog if you agree.

u guys…… the homosexual energy in this scene simply cannot be denied….. steve literally said “i think someone else came out”…… u cannot change my mind

Friday, I’m in Love (Tony Stark x reader)

Characters: reader, Tony, Steve, Clint, Sam, Natasha, FRIDAY. 

Summary: Tony Stark is a talented verbal sparring partner and so are you, making life interesting as an Avenger. Things get heated one day, though, and perhaps your playful banter has gone too far. An unexpected source brings you two together and your passionate arguments might lead to something more…

Prompt: “I’m still not talking to you” 

Warnings: Smidge of angst perhaps, mostly fluff, a tiny bit of violence. Tons of snark. ;) 

Word Count: 3.6k

Song Inspiration: Friday, I’m in Love by The Cure

A/N: This is for @just-some-drabbles ‘s 4k Followers Rom-Com Writing Challenge and I’m so excited!! This prompt mixed with an idea I’ve had for months using a song by The Cure plus a dash of Shakespeare and voila! This is the result. The relationship was partially inspired by Beatrice and Benedick from Shakespeare’s “Much Ado About Nothing”, which is my favorite play. If you haven’t seen the movie version with Emma Thompson and Kenneth Branagh, you really should. It’s amazing. Any thoughts are appreciated! Love you guys! 


Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Maybe you had gone too far this time. Playful, snarky banter was all well and good, but it’s possible you had crossed a line that perhaps you couldn’t come back from. You currently sat in the common room, drumming your fingers on the side table as an unopened book sat on your lap. You’d tried reading for the past hour, but your mind kept replaying the scene from earlier that day.


“Raise of hands if you think Y/N should’ve stayed at her post instead of jumping into the thick of it without thinking?” you heard the cocky billionaire’s voice squawk in your ear piece.

“Oh, I thought about it plenty. For a whole two seconds, I though ‘oh hey, that’s where the action is so I’ll go there’ “ you retorted sarcastically while throwing a punch, knocking out the dim-witted HYDRA agent. “It’s a good thing no one listens to you, Stark, seeing as taking a vote in the middle of battle seems distracting.”

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Tony’s top three kinks would include:

pairing: tony x reader

requested: yes

warnings: literally just filth also i got carried away w it bc my tony feels are over the roof today lol enjoy

top three kinks series: bucky / steve / pietro / t’challa / peggy

a/n: request things here and let me know what you think

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Domesticity [headcanons]

bc the avengers doing familial things makes my heart swoon

Pairings: avengers x reader, peter parker x reader

A/N: this was so much fun to write! if you guys want more headcanons, just drop them off in the ask box :)

  • being one of the newest recruits to the avengers (that falls under the “young” side) has its perks
  • like getting to decide what dinner will be on the friday’s when steve’s too tired to cook, or deciding what movie to watch on late saturday nights when natasha’s nightmares get bad, or wanda and you booking the entire kitchen for an evening of baking
  • you never really abused that power (to an extent)
  • your appreciation for them far outweighed anything else so you refused to act ungrateful or spoiled with the privilege you had
  • weirdly enough, the avengers had strange quirks
  • they would always confuse you and peter for doing the wrong things for some reason ??
  • this upsets peter gREATLY
  • “BuT mR. sTaRk, y/n aTe tHe LaST cooKIE It wASn’t mE”
  • “pete i saw you eyeing that jar for the past 37 minutes, dont you start with me
  • “yes mr. stark” *cue intense glaring at you

weekly debriefings in the living room

  • steve is 1000000x adamant about it, saying “its integral for bonding time so the team is more tuned to each other’s actions which will be handy on battlefield”
  • b u l l s h i t, steve is a softie and he knows it
  • tony puts on an act, saying hes got new suits to improve but steve hears none of it and drags tony’s ass to the living room (tony LOVES IT, the little shit)
  • it’s actually really really healthy for all of you and bucky is a sucker for it
  • he always goes first and talks about everything that happened during the week from the puppies he pet to the cute single waitress at Dave’s Coffee Shop.
  • sam gives bucky pointers on how to flirt, but bucky refuses to take his advice and it ends up in an insult war
  • “you have to actually talk to her, ya dip shit”
  • “maybe you haven’t noticed, but i have been, bird brains”
  • “staring at her with your mouth open isn’t talking, bucky! it’s called being a creep and seconds away from a restraining order”
  • “you talkin from experience?”
  • steve blows the fire out, like always
  • natasha humoring everyone with the conversations she eavesdrops on when shes on missions
  • you would talk about the new friends you met around the corner. (one of them in particular fancied you and peter would be jealous but he’d brush it off cuz what else is he supposed to do??)
  • peter talking about the upcoming dance and how peer pressure is so prevalent at school
  • you feeling a deep burn in the pit of your stomach whenever he talks about the dance or other girls and you dont know why bc its not like you like peter????
  • bruce knows you do tho. your body language screams it and hes surprisingly the only one who knows

grocery shopping

  • you are the only one apart of the team that can go to the grocery store and buy things that the team actually needs which is why you usually do the shopping
  • peter likes to tag a long bc the store is by Delmar’s, and he likes to stop by to give Delmar a hard time (he also likes going on walks with you bc you’ll accidentally brush against him and mutter sorry and he’ll grin and say “s’okay” but he sees your intense blush and that gives him more reasons to find anyway to be as close to you as possible)
  • steve will come along bc he left the coffee grounds in the disposal this time and tony banished him from the compound saying that he cant come back till he gets more coffee 
  • natasha has to pick up the latest copy of cosmopolitan cuz shes addicted
  • clint tags along bc he too is obsessed
  • “tash, you will never believe what the kardashians did this time! its on the newest edition”
    “no way!!! Y/N we’re coming with you” (i adore natasha/clint banter)
  • you told the both of them that you could pick both up but steve claims tony always gets wack coffee brands and you wouldnt recognize it and natasha actually never buys the magazine. she reads the entire thing at the store so she doesnt buy it unnecessarily
  • thor begs you to let him come bc he loves looking at the mens hair products
  • “lady y/n, if you must know, asgardian hair is a force to be reckoned with-”
  • “thor, i think you used that phrase incorrectly”
  • “no? Midgardian pop culture is very perplexing”
  • “thats not pop- you know what, never mind, i recommend the Moroccan Pomade but knock yourself out”
  • steve, peter, and thor getting confused when you and natasha get pads.
  • “but i do not understand lady natasha, why must you ferocious females endure such pain every month? is it a curse?”
  • “yeah a curse from Satan when he realized he put too much sexy in the mixing pot when making us which is why we can take down any motherf-”
  • always fighting with each other over what is necessary and what isn’t but you always get the last word 
  • you always allow thor to get the rainbow colored gummies, peter to get a small pack of kibble for Delmar’s cat, natasha to get sun screen bc she always forgets, and clint to get a new pair of socks for his crazy collection. responsible shopping at its finest am i right


  • there wasn’t a single avenger that didn’t get nighmares
  • nearly every night there was screaming from one room 
  • you made it a point to comfort them as much as you could. your powers really came into clutch here.
  • tony was the hardest to coax
  • on the days pepper wasn’t at the compound, his nightmares seemed to get worse
  • you knew entering his room was border line invasion of privacy but he was squirming and sweating and….crying?
  • thanks to your powers, you were more attuned to people’s emotions, so you could feel the fear within him and god was it strong. it was a trembling kind of fear, the type where you were swallowed into an abyss and there was no way out
  • you would calm yourself down trying to isolate yourself from his feelings and slowly walked towards his bed and place your hand on his feverish forehead.
  • instantly he relaxed and the quivering stopped. you weren’t able to give him positive dreams but you were able to numb his thoughts.
  • you did this with everyone, almost daily
  • bucky was the most difficult and you would spend hours trying to get him to just stop thinking
  • his mind seemed like it was always haywire but at the end of the night it was worth it bc you could see the small smile on his lips when the nightmare went away. 
  • you were always afraid of helping peter.
  • it wasn’t like you were scared of him. the two of you had forged an inseparable friendship. but his nightmares seemed more intimate and you weren’t sure if he wanted your help
  • but this time, oh god, this time was the worst
  • so you stepped into his room
  • he was shirtless and the moonlight cast a sad glow around his body. he was whimpering, his body shaking. 
  • you moved slowly towards him, doing your regular procedure of isolating your emotions until he shot up awake
  • you froze
  • this wasn’t apart of the procedure
  • abort abort abort abort abortabortwabfhgre
  • but his eyes are bloodshot and the dream he had was too real and you stood there in front of him like an angel ready to swoop in and save him
  • but you just stood there, your mouth agape
  • he would whisper your name and there was a catch in his throat 
  • you would become flustered, saying “i’m sorry, i was just checking on you-”
  • “please dont go” 
  • you would stand there for a little longer, staring at him, almost testing him to see if it was him or the sleep talking. but he didnt move so you sat at the edge of his bed. he would get under the covers and you would brush your fingers through his hair.  he would feverishly grasp onto your hand and his eyes are begging. it was almost like a silent agreement and you slipped under the covers next to him gently. he would hug you, nuzzling his face in your neck and slowly his body would shake and you would realize he’s crying. every sob would rack against your body and you would hold him tightly, trying so hard not to cry as well because his emotions broke the barrier and now all you could do was feel him.  so the two of you would lay there desperately clinging on to each other and you trying to make him feel better because god this boy deserves the world. and eventually it would work and he would drift off to sleep. you would stay awake till morning making sure he was alright, drawing shapes at the nape of his neck, occasionally pressing ghost kisses against his shoulder to reassure yourself (and him) that everything is alright. you would slip out of his room before he could wake and the two of you never talked about that night again. 
  • you avoided him as much as you could without being obvious 
  • he caught on real quick and so did bruce
  • but it didnt matter, bc you hid yourself either with wanda or nat or the new group of friends you made


  • missions were the most difficult part of being on the team
  • particularly for tony and steve
  • they hated having you or peter go on them but when the time called they knew they couldn’t prevent you from coming
  • you always teamed up with thor (oddly enough)
  • his powers aligned with yours perfectly in a strange way
  • (also steve felt at ease when you were with thor bc he always gave check ups on you)
  • but when you were paired with peter, tony and steve would go crazy
  • and i mean cRaZy
  • “y/n, there’s an agent on your right. do your invisible shit”
  • “peter what the fuck did i say about language”
  • “tony i swear to god”
  • “cap, i thought you said you don’t swear”
  • the one mission you get kidnapped is the scariest of all
  • because this was a life or death situation 
  • peter and tony found you in a warehouse and it was the most heartbreaking sight ever
  • your skin was torn by all the ropes they tied and you were bleeding in multiple places
  • all peter could see was red and he would have lost it if it werent for tony telling him to calm down
  • they’d successfully rescued you but not before a bullet went straight through your arm
  • you lost consciousness and tony almost cried bc all he could see was the same young battered girl he took in years ago and how he swore she would never get hurt like that again
  • yet here you were on brink of death and all he could do was pray 
  • you survived thanks to bruce and tony refused to look at you
  • he stayed in his lab all day, torturing himself with negative thoughts till you barged into his lab and just hugged him until he stopped 
  • “i thought i lost you, kid”
  • “you could never lose me. who’s gonna swap out your papers with pictures of corgis”
  • “i literally- wait, so it was you”
  • “oh shit”
  • you slowly amending your relationship with peter bc not talking to him  was hurting the both of you


  • you didn’t go to the same high school as peter (surprisingly enough)
  • but you knew the gossip there as he knew the gossip at your school
  • you knew his homecoming was just around the corner
  • so did bruce
  • which is why he decided to call you to the lab bc home boi gotta help his fav smol avenger out
  • “you like peter, yeah?”
  • “i-what-your-i’m sorry-no!!”
  • bruce raising his eyebrows like 99.9% of the conversation as responses and it flusters you
  • “you look like mr. bean when you do that,stoOoOoOop!!!”
  • “once you talk to pete, i will. come on, i don’t mean to meddle with your business but the looks have been going on for months and if neither of you do something about it, i’ll have to endure more of it and god knows i can only handle enough”
  • “i have no idea what your talking-”
  • peter barges through the door, hair in all diff directions, cheeks pink and hes panting
  • “y/nineedtotalktoyouitssuperimportant”
  • bruce letting out a whoop before clearing his throat and gently ushering you out of the lab not before sending you a wink
  • you glaring at him before following peter out of the corridor
  • “whats up? you look like a mess”
  • peter wiping his face as an attempt to calm himself down bc hes been thinking about this for the past two weeks and hes had enough
  • “i have to go to homecoming with you”
  • “what…peter you dont have to do anything”
  • “no i mean, that came out wrong. i just- i cant spend another day without you being with me. i like you a lot and it’s just-” 
  • he’s tugging at his hair so much you have to grab his arm
  • “y/n you’re really sweet and cute and pretty and it would be such an honor for you to go to homecoming with me”
  • your heart is beating so loud you were sure bruce could hear it
  • “yes”
  • “yes? as in yes ill go with you or yes i guess or yes ill go cuz he asked me to or-”
  • “peter shut up”
  • he lets out a breathy sigh and you reach up and place a small kiss against his cheek and he involuntarily closes his eyes and it takes a great deal of you to not just place your hands against his jaw and taste his soft lips
  • “i’m thinking lavender”
  • “huh?”
  • “the color of my suit and your dress. it reminds me of what you smelled like when you-”
  • it takes you a moment to realize he’s referring to the night where you comforted him
  • the both of you blush 
  • suddenly bruce walks down the hallway and he sees your tinted cheeks and grins widely
  • “FINALLY!!! I don’t have to deal with the tension anymore!!!”
  • he acts annoyed but ends up taking your hoco pics
  • and hoco was a blast and the two of you were the happiest as can be
  • the avengers were surprisingly supportive as well
  • except for tony and steve
  • they put on the protective parents front but inside they’re proud and loving and hope for the best for you two

Tony : Aw you have a crush on me. How cute !

Steve : Tony, we are married and we adopted a kid.

Tony : Still cute.