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My name is Nicoline, and I’m a 28-year-old Dutchie! I’m a huge Potterhead (and I have been for as long as I can remember), and I’ve been diving head-first into the MCU for the last few years, too. Lately, my obsession has been everything related to Tony Stark and Robert Downey Jr. so you can expect a lot of content surrounding them on my blog.
On this Masterlist, you’ll find all the links to different Masterlists that belong to both people and characters I write (or have written) for, and they will combine angst, fluff, and smut. Each story will have its appropriate warnings when necessary, and all stories are “ x F! Reader “ unless specified otherwise.
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A Wish Come True || Husband! Tony Stark x Wife! Pregnant! F! Reader
Melting Into You || Husband! Dad! Young! Tony Stark x Wife! Mom! Pregnant! F! Reader
Green Tradition || Husband! Dad! Young! Tony Stark x Wife! Mom! F! Reader
"I can hear you!" || Part 2 || Boyfriend! Tony Stark x Girlfriend! Avenger! F! Reader
Sprinkles Of Romance || Part 2 || Boyfriend! Coffee Shop Owner! Young! Tony Stark x Girlfriend! Coffee Shop Owner! F! Reader
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Chris Evans & Characters || Masterlist
Glen Powell & Characters || Masterlist
Robert Downey Jr. & Characters || Masterlist
Scarlett Johansson & Characters || Masterlist
Sebastian Stan & Characters || Masterlist
Tom Hiddleston & Characters || Masterlist
Fandom-Free Bingo | Book Night (3x3) - Maritime May (3x3)
MultiFandom Flash | Compliments
Stucky Bingo | Round 5
Sweet & Spicy Bingo | Sweethearts, Winter
PAIRING || Husband! Tony Stark x Wife! Pregnant! Female! Reader
WORDCOUNT || 2K
SUMMARY || For years, you and Tony have dreamed of expanding your family, always holding onto hope through every high and low. Then, when you least expect it, your dream finally comes true. You can’t wait to share the news with your husband. On Father’s Day, you surprise him with the wonderful announcement that the title he’s been waiting for all along is finally on its way: he’s going to be a dad.
A/N || Happy Father's Day to our favorite Daddy, Tony Stark! This idea popped into my head, and I can't wait to share it all with you, so I hope you enjoy this bundle of fluff as much as I did while working on it. I want to give my endless gratitude to @cacrca for loving this story as much as I do and for your support! Eu te amo 🤍
GIF: @cacrca | All other graphics in this post are made by ✨ @nicoline1998enilocin ✨
Main masterlist | Tony Stark masterlist
From the moment you and Tony laid eyes on each other, you were head over heels in love. You found your soulmate in him, and joining the Avengers all those years ago has been one of the best decisions you've ever made. Not only did you become part of the closest friend group imaginable, but you also found the man you love, with whom you’ve been happily married for almost five years.
Despite the notable age difference, it has always felt like you and Tony were on the same level in every aspect of life, sharing everything without a second thought. You’ve tackled all the highs and lows together, but there is still one dream that remains unfulfilled to this day: you both want to have a child to complete your life. It has been a topic of many conversations throughout the years, but so far, it hasn’t been in the cards for you. Until now.
“There’s been something on my mind, and I’m not entirely sure how to feel about it,” you tell Natasha during one of your early morning training sessions. While the men are usually still asleep or out for a run during this hour, you two use this time to discuss things together and talk them over, gathering each other's insights when needed.
“And what’s that?” she asks before punching the gloves on your hands in a left-right-left pattern, her fiery red hair falling out of her braid and framing her face as droplets of sweat cover her fair skin. She’s laser-focused on what’s happening in front of her, but she’s also paying attention to what you’re about to say.
“Well, I know this may sound odd coming from me, but I think I’m pregnant,” you tell her almost casually, and she falters when she hears the word pregnancy, nearly hitting you in the face by accident. She quickly composes herself as you take a step back to avoid it, a small smile on your lips as you see your best friend’s face light up with excitement.
“You think you’re pregnant? I mean- haven’t you done a test yet?” She takes the tape off her hands whilst sitting on a nearby bench, and you join her with a small sigh, knowing this question was coming.
“I haven’t, but that’s because I’m not sure if I’m ready for the same outcome as before. I’ve seen so many negative pregnancy tests in my life that I’m a bit scared to take another one, even though I have this feeling I’m definitely pregnant. At least, if the morning sickness I’ve been experiencing the past few weeks is anything to go by.”
She looks at you with an expression that’s a mix of sadness and understanding, as she has been there for both of you throughout your journey. Every time you and Tony took a pregnancy test together, and it came back negative, she was the first person to know, but she was also there by your side during the moments when you had to go through that alone. Today is one of those days where you have to go face it without him, as he won’t be back for a few more days due to a last-minute mission he couldn’t get out of.
“How about we do it together? I’ll even hold your hand while you pee on the stick,” she says, and you can’t help but laugh out loud at her comment. And that’s how you find yourself in the bathroom, not even 15 minutes later, the test on the counter as you’re reaching for your best friend’s hand as you need the comfort. When there’s only a minute left on the time, you close your eyes as you squeeze Natasha’s hand, and she squeezes yours in response.
When the timer goes off, your heart starts to race even faster, but you don’t get the chance to even open your eyes as you can hear Natasha’s reaction, and it’s one of pure joy. This time, after so many negative tests, you have lost count, you finally have a very clear positive. You’re actually pregnant, and the first thing on your mind is how excited Tony will be when he finds out.
“I’m so happy for you, Detka,” Natasha says as she pulls you in for a hug, and you couldn’t care less that you are both covered in sweat from your workout. Tears are rolling down your cheeks at the knowledge that your dream is finally coming true, and your patience has finally paid off. Now the only thing left to do is tell this wonderful news to your husband, and you already know exactly when you’re going to do it.
It’s been a few days since you and Natasha found out about your pregnancy, and you’ve been beyond excited to tell your husband, who is actually coming home today. And it just so happens that it is Father’s Day, which makes it the perfect moment to share your joyous news with him. After getting a notification from JARVIS that he’s only a few minutes away, you head to the docks where the QuinJet will land, ready to greet him.
“Look at you, looking gorgeous as ever in that dress,” Tony says as he walks over to you, his gaze locked on the red floral dress you’re wearing. He bought it for you not too long ago, and it’s one of your favorites in your closet, which is why you picked it for this special day. Your smile nearly splits your face in half as he reaches for you, your cheeks heating as he leans in to kiss you with a passion that shows you just how much he missed you.
“Welcome home,” you whisper between kisses, your hand gently scratching the hair on the nape of his neck as you pull him in for one more kiss. After that, the two of you pull away so your husband can grab your hand and lead you inside, so he can make good on his promise of just about everything he talked about doing to you upon his arrival. Though before he can do that, you set him down on the edge of your bed so you can hand him the little surprise you have been planning for him.
“I like where this is going,” Tony says in a sultry voice as he reaches for his belt, but you stop him before he can finish taking it off. He raises a brow at you in confusion and a little sadness that he isn’t getting you wrapped around him just yet, though he’s more than happy to wait for whatever you have in store for him.
“Before we continue, I have something to tell you,” you say as nerves fly through your entire body, your hands shaking as you grab the small box from your nightstand, where it has been waiting ever since you put it there two days ago. Inside are the pregnancy test and a nameplate with a rather special addition. It’s wrapped in beautiful dark red paper, a gold ribbon tied around it to make it perfect for your husband.
“But I didn’t get you anything-” he’s about to say, but you interrupt before he can finish.
“That’s okay. I’ll be getting plenty of presents after you open it, I’m sure,” you say with a playful smile, and you can see his eyes widening in excitement. It doesn’t take long for the box to be out of its packaging, and the lid is lifted off to show the contents to Tony. A small gasp escapes as his fingers trace the test as if he’s trying to see if it’s real. It’s only then that he notices the name card right above it, and he lets out a shaky laugh as he reads the inscription.
TONY STARK
DAD | GENIUS | BILLIONAIRE | PLAYBOY | PHILANTHROPIST
“I- Wow,” he whispers as tears escape from his eyes, the realization of the gift slowly settling in. He is very rarely speechless; the last time he was truly out of words was when he got to see you in your wedding gown for the first time. And just like then, he looked at you with nothing but pure adoration and love in his eyes. Your dreams of expanding your family are finally coming true after all the difficult moments over the years, and it has been worth every second of it to see him like this.
“Happy Father’s Day,” you whisper before kneeling in front of him and grabbing his cheeks, your lips meeting in a tear-filled but proud and happy kiss that has your heart nearly leaping out of your chest. When he pulls away, he wraps his arms around you to pull you close to him, the box held tight in his hand as he lets it all sink in. He’s going to be the best dad in the world, and he can’t wait to hold your little one in his arms.
The months since you and Tony found out about your little miracle have gone by so fast, and today is the day you’re finally holding your son in your arms. He’s a carbon copy of his dad, sharing the same chocolate brown eyes, the same slope of his nose, and the dark hair that frames his little head perfectly. Tony is sitting on the side of the bed with you, his head resting on yours as his thumb gently rubs his son’s cheek.
“I’m so proud of you,” he whispers to you before placing a kiss on your hair, a small smile on his lips the entire time. The delivery has been tougher than you anticipated, but Tony has not left your side for a single second through it all, as he didn’t want you to experience even a small moment of it alone. Your eyes slip shut for a second before you hear a soft knock on the door, and it doesn’t take long before all the Avengers are in the room, too, gifts and balloons practically overflowing in their hands.
“Is it okay if I show him off for a bit?” Tony asks before you hand him over, and you look at your husband as he gently holds him as he sleeps. This is a sight you will never get tired of, and everyone falls in love with your son the moment they lay their eyes on him. Your motherly heart is exploding as he yawns in his dad’s arms, the cuteness almost being too much to handle.
“Have you guys decided on a name for the little guy?” Natasha asks when it’s her turn to look at her nephew. Even though you aren’t related by blood, they will all be the best uncles and aunts he will have ever known, and he will be truly spoilt to the bone. Courtesy of his dad, mostly. You nod as you look at her, wanting to see her reaction first to his name.
“We named him Nathaniel Edward Stark,” you say, and Natasha gasps at the realization that you named your son after her.
“He’s named after two of the most special people in his life,” Tony says as he hands Nathaniel to his auntie Nat, her eyes brimming with tears as he admires the little being in her arms.
“Hi, little Nat,” she whispers to him, and the smallest of smiles tugs at your son’s lips. You chuckle at the nickname she has given him, as they now share the exact same one. Though you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Soon, everyone gets to hold and coo over the little guy, and not long after, the room empties again, leaving you to enjoy your little bubble with the three of you in it.
“I think we know who’s going to spoil him most of all,” Tony says as he gets comfortable in the bed with you again, his arms wrapped around you as you’re getting in a comfy position from which you can keep an eye on Nathaniel.
“Yeah, we do. And surprisingly, it won’t be you,” you joke, and Tony laughs in agreement. For the first time in your life, it feels like you have it all. Your dreams have all come true, and you’re truly happy in your husband’s arms. Your heart is overflowing with more love than you ever thought you could experience, and you wouldn’t want to have it any other way.
PAIRING || Husband! Dad! Young! Tony Stark x Wife! Mom! Pregnant! Female! Reader
WORDCOUNT || 1.9K
SUMMARY || You've been coming across the 'seeing if my husband melts into my kiss' challenge on your social media, so you decide to try it out on the man you love. Needless to say, he barely lasts a second before melting into you and giving you exactly what you so deeply desire from him.
RATING || Explicit (E)
TAGS & WARNINGS || Young! Tony Stark AU | Pregnancy fic | Reader is described as tattooed | Tony speaking Italian (don't say I didn't warn you 👀) | Explicit sexual content
WARNINGS | SMUT || Pregnancy kink | Dirty talk | Praise | Light nipple play | Fingering | Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!) | Simultaneous orgasms | Aftercare
A/N || This is written as a little birthday surprise from me to all of you, so I hope every single one of you will enjoy this as much as I did when writing it! I want to give my endless gratitude to @cacrca for proofreading and suggesting this sinfully beautiful photo, because without your input, I wouldn't be where I am today! 🤍
Photo: @cacrca || All other graphics in this post are made by ✨ @nicoline1998enilocin ✨
Main masterlist || Tony Stark masterlist || Young! Tony Stark masterlist
For the last few weeks, you’ve seen a new trend pop up on Instagram every time you take a moment to sit down and scroll. While you’ve never been one to try them out, no matter how fun they may look, this one caught your eye from the first time you saw it. Men melting into their partner’s kisses when they have to keep their arms up is something that immediately made you think of Tony, as you’re sure he will not even last a second.
So, for the next few days, you’re trying to find the perfect moment to do so, and it just so happens that your twins - Hudson and Orion - wanted to have a sleepover at their grandparents’ house, to which they immediately agreed. They were picked up not long after, and now you have the entire house to yourselves, which makes for the perfect moment of your plan.
While you’re normally not at all shy about sharing affection and kissing Tony in front of your kids, you have a feeling that your husband might not be able to stop at just kissing you. So, now that the moment is finally here, you can’t help but let out some giggles at the thought of what’s about to happen. You’re seated at the kitchen island while Tony is cleaning up from dinner, and he looks at you with a questioning look, a small smile tugging at his mouth.
“What’s going on, Sunshine?” At his question, you let out a few more giggles before getting up and rounding the island to get to his side. His eyes follow your every move, and his hands immediately reach out to your growing belly where you’re growing your third little miracle.
“As much as I want you to touch me, I would like to try out something where you can’t,” you tell Tony as you grab his wrists, pushing them away from your belly and up into the air. “All you need to do is stand here and keep your hands in the air, okay? That’s all you need to do.”
Tony squints his eyes in suspicion, but he trusts you completely and does as you ask, both his hands in the air, even though he wants nothing more than to touch you, to kiss you, and to make love to you. You smile widely as one of your hands reaches out for his shoulder, and the other wraps around his neck to let your fingers slide into the soft hair on the nape of his neck, your nails scratching ever so gently.
His eyes slip shut immediately, and that’s when you seize the moment, your feet lifting until you’re standing on your toes - Tony is still quite a bit taller than you are, after all - your mouth gently pressing against his soft, pink lips in a kiss that sends your heart flying. After all these years, you’ve never gotten over how it feels to kiss the man you love, the father of your children, and the man you’re growing old with. It’s still like fireworks every single time.
At this, it doesn’t surprise you that Tony doesn’t even last a single second, as he immediately deepens the kiss to let his tongue explore with your own, his hands sliding down your back and side to pull you impossibly closer. A soft moan escapes your lips as his hand finds your ass, kneading softly over the fabric of the sundress you’ve decided to put on today. Then, without leaving your lips for even a second, he lifts you onto the kitchen counter before stepping between your legs and pulling you towards the edge.
“You can’t expect to kiss me like that and not do anything about it, Sunshine. You’re too fucking irresistible,” he says between the kisses he trails over your jaw and neck, your head falling back to give him all the access he needs. The soft scrub of his facial hair makes your entire skin feel like it’s on fire, and your back arches into him as he sucks on your most sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder.
“Sei bellissime con il mio bambino dentro di te,” Tony whispers, and the sound of the words slipping so effortlessly from his mouth has your panties ruined immediately. They already were from the moment he lifted you, but hearing Tony speak Italian is the closest feeling to having an orgasm without him touching you, and you’ll never get tired of hearing it.
“Fuck-” he whispers as he loosens the straps of your dress, the knots falling apart without resistance to reveal your bare chest, nipples peaking from the air hitting them, as well as your arousal that soars through every single inch of your body.
“You look so good, Sunshine. Can never get enough of you.”
His fingers glide over your inked skin, following every single line of dark and colored ink as he makes his way to your breasts. His lips follow the path he makes, and before you know it, they wrap around one of your nipples, making you moan loudly as he wraps an arm around you to ensure you won’t fall back. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire in the best way possible, and your husband is responsible for setting every single nerve ending ablaze.
“You, carrying my baby again-” he says after releasing your now hardened, sensitive peak as his free hand glides over your bump, “I’ll never get enough of it. You’re gorgeous like this,” he says before latching onto the other one, a very similar moan escaping your lips once again. You try to close your thighs in order to get at least a little relief, but your husband standing between them makes that impossible.
“Hmm, someone’s a little needy today, huh?” he asks, and you nod without thinking about it. You’re already so close to the edge from him sucking on your nipples and touching you ever so gently that you can almost taste it on your tongue, but you need just a little more to fall over the edge of blinding pleasure.
“T-Tony,” you moan, and without needing to say anything else, he happily obliges. Within seconds, his pants and underwear are around his knees, his thick, long cock already dripping as it’s almost painfully hard, while your dress is bunched up and your panties are pulled to the side. His hand is wrapped around the base of his cock to stop himself from finishing the second he enters you, and his thumb on his free hand is gently gliding through your arousal.
“Look at you, all dripping for me,” he groans before slipping the digit into your entrance, your head falling back at the feeling of him inside you. “Looking so sexy with your round belly, carrying our love, while your sweet pussy is begging to be fucked. God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
And with that, he’s moving forward, his thumb immediately replaced with the head of his cock before he gently pushes in, letting your body adjust to the thickness that’s trying to enter. After all these years, your body still needs time to take him, and Tony will happily oblige every time you do. He’s never in a hurry, always taking his sweet time to ensure you won’t get hurt.
It only takes a few small thrusts for him to be buried to the hilt, and you wrap your arms around his neck and shoulders to steady yourself, as you cannot trust your own arms to hold you upright anymore. His hand snakes around your waist to pull you even closer to the edge, your legs wrapping around his hips. You couldn’t be closer to him if you’d tried, and you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in this world than right in his arms. In there, you feel safe and loved, bringing tears to your eyes. It’s not something you’ve always felt and something you’ll never take for granted, and all Tony does is kiss the falling tears away before placing a kiss on the tip of your nose.
“Ti amo, Sunshine. Non posso credere di poterti avere così ogni singolo della mia vita,” he whispers as he gently starts thrusting, your bodies moving in sync as he says those words to you. The Italian, combined with his soft touches and his thrusts, has you falling even more in love with him, and a feeling of nothing but pure safety washes over you. You let go of every thought you possibly had, your husband invading every single one of your senses now.
“Cum for me, Sunshine. Cum for me and I’ll be right there with you,” Tony tells you before capturing your lips, his hips setting a pace that has you on the edge sooner than expected, and at his plea, you do exactly that as you cling onto him, your moans uncontrollable as your walls tighten around his cock, making him groan loudly before filling you up with his warm seed.
“That’s it, sweet girl. You’re doing so well for me. Good girl,” he whispers as he works you through your orgasm, his lips placing featherlight kisses on your cheeks as his hands are rubbing your back. Soft, sweet sounds fall from your lips as he pulls out his cock, leaving you empty for only a second before his fingers scoop some of the cum that is dripping out, pushing it back in with his thick, large fingers.
“You feel so good, Sunshine. Around my cock, my fingers, everywhere,” he says before pulling them back out, leaving you empty once again. But this time, instead of repeating what he just did, he steps out of his clothing to leave it on the floor, and he lifts you effortlessly once again to bring you to the bathroom, where he’s drawing a nice, relaxing bath for the two of you to enjoy.
“What scent would you like to use?” he asks, and you point to your favorite, making your husband smile knowingly.
“Should have known you’d pick that one,” he says after he put the bubble bath in the warm water, the tub slowly filling up as he turns back to you.
“Now, let’s get you out of these clothes and into the water, okay?” he asks, and you just nod. He doesn’t require you to speak right now, knowing you’re still coming down from everything that just happened. Your entire body feels like it’s made of cooked noodles now, and he knows it, so he’s more than happy to take care of you in every way he can.
It doesn’t take long for the two of you to sit in the water, your body nestled against his chest with his hands rubbing your bump gently. Your eyes are closed as you listen to the music he put on, your breathing slowing down as you enjoy the warmth enveloping you, and your husband whispering sweet words to you. A sweet mix of Italian and English is hitting your ears, though you’re too sleepy to hear all of them.
“I love you, Sunshine. And I love it even more when you’re melting into me like this,” he says before placing a kiss on the top of your head, and that’s when you finally give in to the sleep that has been wanting to overtake you for a while now. As much as you wanted to see how he would melt into you, you’re even happier to be the one who melts into his touch every chance you get.
PAIRING || Husband! Dad! Young! Tony Stark x Wife! Mom! Female! Reader
WORDCOUNT || 1.8K
SUMMARY || When you and Tony just started dating, he won you a Yoshi plushie that has been on display ever since. Over time, your daughter, Orion, fell in love with the little guy, too, showing you exactly how loved he is in your household.
RATING || General (G)
TAGS + WARNINGS || Young Tony Stark AU | Kid fic | Reader is (briefly) described as tattooed | A pure bomb of nothing but fluffy goodness.
A/N || This is my first fic after being gone for about 3/4 of a year, but it feels amazing to finally be back! I've been working on some stories, which I'm very excited to share when the time is right. This fic is completely inspired by my bestie, @cacrca, and her love for Yoshi. This fic wouldn't have existed without you and your help, so thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍
GIF: @cacrca & Photo: Source || All other graphics in the post are made by ✨@nicoline1998enilocin ✨
Main masterlist || Tony Stark masterlist || Young! Tony Stark masterlist
“Yoshi!” your daughter, Orion, exclaims as she’s watching the trailer for the new Mario Galaxy movie on the TV. She’s cuddled on the couch with her twin brother, Hudson, and your husband, Tony, for some winding-down time while you try to get some cleaning done. You can’t help but smile as she says it, because from the moment she could walk and talk, he has been her favorite. And yours, too.
This all started when you and Tony just started dating, and there was a fair near your college campus. The weather was beautiful that day, and he brought you to the fair for a date night, which turned into an unforgettable one. And to this day, it just might be one of the favorite dates you have shared with your husband over the years. because the prize he won that day has been sitting on a shelf in your living room ever since.
“What would you like to do first, Sunshine? Go on one of the rides, or grab something to eat? Or maybe go hide behind a tent and make out a little?” he whispered in your ear, a flush on his cheeks at the thought of getting to kiss you again. You smile before shaking your head, because as much as you’d like to do it, you have other plans.
“I was hoping we could have a go at a claw machine! They’ve always been a favorite of mine, and my mom tried to win me something every time we went to a fair. She didn’t always succeed, but I enjoyed watching her all the same,” you tell Tony excitedly, your smile widening at the thought of your mom. She has been there for you through everything, and you couldn’t have been more grateful for her to be by your side, no matter what.
“That’s so sweet! Okay, you get to pick the machine, and I’ll try to win you something. But don’t stare too hard, because then I might get nervous,” he admits shyly, his rosy cheeks burning at the thought alone. You place a small kiss on his cheek before whispering a soft ‘okay’ and letting him lead you to the claw machines.
There were multiple rows of them, machines filled with any sort of plush you can imagine. From your typical teddy bears to characters like Stitch to machines with prizes like watches and earbuds. However, your eye is pulled to a machine that is filled with Yoshi’s in all the colors of the rainbow. Luckily, someone just stepped away from it, making it the perfect time for your boyfriend to give it a go.
You look at the color selection, and you’re torn between a blue and a green one, but decide to go with green, as that’s the classic color.
“Good luck,” you say to Tony as you watch from behind him, a small smile on your lips as you intently watch his fingers put a few coins into the machine, and his hand wraps around the stick that steers the claw. The hustle and bustle of people around you fades away as he lowers the claw, its prongs closing around the small, green toy before lifting it up. Unfortunately, it slips out as soon as it’s lifted a few inches, and you let out a small gasp.
“Don’t worry, Il Mio Sole. I’ll get you one, even if I have to stay all night!” Tony says, the determination in his voice audible as he steers the claw back to the plush he grabbed moments ago. You stop breathing for a moment as it wraps around the green fabric again, afraid it’s going to drop if you dare to make even the slightest of moves.
You and Tony keep a close eye on the machine, and this time, he manages to win the plush for you. He exclaims excitedly as you finally dare to breathe again. The claw machine flashes brightly as he bends over to grab the Yoshi for you, and it looks tiny in his large hands. You take it from him before sliding your hand in his, pulling him away to give someone else a chance.
“It looks like you’re my lucky charm once again, Sunshine,” Tony says before cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs gently rubbing over your cheekbones as he gazes into your eyes.
“It looks like it indeed,” you say before closing the gap and kissing him, the heat of the kiss filling your entire body within seconds. The rest of the night, you hold onto it tightly as you go into some of the attractions, and you eat some of the most delicious fair foods you have ever had. And when you’re on top of the ferris wheel - the plush in your lap as your hand is laced with your boyfriend's - you can’t help but kiss him again as a thank you for everything. The Yoshi plush, the date, the happiness he seems to bring out of you.
“You’re right, it’s Yoshi!” Tony says excitedly, and Orion nods enthusiastically before pointing to the green toy that’s sitting above the TV.
“Can he come with us when we watch the movie? I think he would like to come with us,” she says with a stern expression on her face, reminding you once again how much she looks like her father. While Hudson is the carbon copy of you, your daughter looks exactly like Tony, and you cannot say no to that face.
“I think it’d be a shame not to bring him. He’s getting his big movie debut, so of course, we need to bring him! Also… when did we say we would go to this movie exactly?” you ask, confusion on your face as you never mentioned going there before.
“I believe she just told us we’re going, Sunshine. But I’m more than happy to go. It’ll be nice to get out of the house with the four of us,” Tony says, and you agree with a smile. Having an outing with the entire family is something you can never resist, as you want to make as many memories before they’re older and doing their own things.
“Maybe we can make it an extra special evening and go out for some dinner before the movie. As long as we leave a little room for the popcorn, of course, because that will make the movie even better!” Tony offers, and Hudson and Orion both cheer in unison. It doesn’t take long for the tickets to be bought and the dinner to be planned, and the excitement of going to the movies is palpable in every move.
“Mommy?” Orion asks as you pull the shirt of her favorite pajamas over her head.
“Is it okay if Auntie Nat comes, too? And uncle Bruce?” she asks excitedly, and you can’t help but smile. The bond that Natasha and Orion share is unlike any other, and your best friend often jokes she’s her daughter instead of yours.
“It is totally okay with me, but you should ask her if she wants to come! Who knows, maybe she doesn’t have time to see the movie with us tomorrow,” you tease her, and she squints her eyes at you as she puts her arms on her hips. She reminds you even more of your husband, and you can’t help but laugh at the sight.
“Auntie Nat will make time for me!” she says, and you nod as you smile widely.
“As soon as you have your pajamas on and you brush your teeth, you and your brother can call her, deal? I think Hudson would like to see your Auntie Nat as well,” to which your daughter agrees. After about 10 minutes, your twins are settled on your bed with Tony’s iPad in between them, the device leaning on one of their legs.
You sit at the edge of the bed as Tony is downstairs cleaning up after the tornado of excitement that went through your house from the moment you confirmed you will be seeing the movie. They click the button to call Natasha, and it barely takes two rings for her fiery red hair and large smile to appear on the screen.
“There are my two favorite babies!” she says happily, and they wave at her with equally big smiles.
“Auntie Nat! Auntie Nat! Are you going to the movie with us tomorrow?!” Orion immediately says, barely giving your best friend time to finish her sentence.
“I don’t know, am I?” she says with a teasing tone, knowing full well that you already bought tickets for her and Bruce to come along as well. You’ve already texted her beforehand, and she happily agreed, as did her boyfriend. They love spending time with all four of you, and they didn’t have any plans, making it the perfect opportunity to go.
“Yes!” Hudson chimed in, and you can’t help but burst out into laughter at his response.
“Sorry,” you say in the general direction of your friend as you hear her laugh, too.
“Okay, how about this? Bruce and I will come to the movie with you, but only if the four of you eat here first. I’m going to make your favorite food, and then we can have popcorn as a dessert,” she offers, and they happily agree. After a few more minutes of talking about how excited they are to see Yoshi and that she’ll bring your plushie along, they say goodnight to Natasha and hand the iPad back to you.
“Can we sleep here tonight, Mommy?” Hudson asks with a yawn, his eyes getting smaller by the second as sleep creeps in. Normally, you would say no, because that is something you only allow when it’s a very special occasion, but you cannot possibly say no to his little sleepy face. Soon, they’re both tucked into your bed, their heads sharing a pillow as they cuddle together.
You snap a photo and send it to the family group chat, where Maria's reply is almost instant. ‘Guardate quei dolci bambini’, she replies. Look at those sweet babies. You couldn’t agree more as you walk downstairs and find Tony standing there with tears in his eyes as he looks at the photo.
“We’re so lucky,” he whispers as you wrap your arms around him from behind, his fingers tracing the ink on your arm as he leans into your touch. His eyes close for a second as the two of you bask in the quietness of the moment. These moments are among your favorites, as you take in his warm scent, his touch soft on your arm as he takes his time to map every inch of the dark ink.
“The luckiest,” you say as you smile into the words. The two of you stand like this for a few more moments until your husband turns around, now facing you as his hands lie on your shoulders. Your fingers dig gently into his sides when he leans in, capturing your lips in a soft kiss, every single ounce of his love poured into it.
“Ti amo,” you whisper before placing a tiny kiss on his nose, his cheeks immediately set aflame by the touch and the words. He’ll never get enough of hearing you speak Italian.
You'd been looking forward to this date all week. Tony had planned something special—a quiet dinner at that little Italian place downtown, followed by a stroll under the city lights. It was the kind of night that made your heart flutter just thinking about it. But as you got ready in your apartment, a familiar cramp twisted in your stomach, and you felt the telltale warmth. Your period. And not just any period—this was the first one since you and Tony had started dating a couple of months ago.
Panic set in. You weren't prepared, and the thought of bleeding through your favorite dress mid-date was mortifying. You grabbed your phone and texted him: Hey, I'm so sorry, but I have to cancel tonight. Not feeling great.
His reply came almost instantly: Everything okay? Need me to come over?
You hesitated, fingers hovering over the screen. It felt embarrassing to explain, but Tony had been nothing but understanding so far. It's... my period. Came out of nowhere. I just want to curl up at home.
There was a pause, longer than usual, and then: Say no more. Stay put. I'll handle this.
Handle it? What did that even mean? You sank onto your couch, wrapping yourself in a blanket, a hot water bottle pressed against your abdomen. The cramps were already making you wince, and all you wanted was to hibernate until it passed.
Meanwhile, across town, Tony Stark stared at his phone in the middle of his penthouse workshop. JARVIS's holographic displays flickered around him, but his mind was elsewhere. Period. Right. He knew the basics—biology class had covered it back in MIT—but details? Supplies? He was a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist, not a period expert. But he wasn't about to let his girlfriend suffer alone.
"JARVIS, pull up... uh, everything I need to know about periods. Quickly."
The AI's voice was calm. "Certainly, sir. Menstrual cycles involve..."
Tony waved a hand. "Basics, JARVIS. What does she need? Pads? Tampons? Chocolate?"
As JARVIS rattled off a list, Tony grabbed his keys and headed for the elevator. The nearest pharmacy was a twenty-minute drive, but traffic in New York meant it could be longer. He slid into his Audi and punched the address into the GPS, his mind racing. He wanted to get this right—for you.
The pharmacy was brightly lit and overwhelming when he arrived. Aisles upon aisles of colorful boxes, all with cryptic labels. Tony stood in the feminine hygiene section, scanning the shelves like he was analyzing arc reactor schematics. "Okay, pads... heavy flow? Ultra? Wings? What the hell are wings?"
He grabbed a box at random—something that said "overnight protection"—and added a pack of tampons for good measure. Then, pain relievers: ibuprofen, right? He tossed in a bottle. Chocolate—everyone said chocolate helped. And tea? Herbal, maybe? He wandered to the next aisle, piling his basket with chamomile tea bags, a heating pad (did they sell those here? Yes, in the back), and a fluffy blanket because why not?
But doubt crept in. Was this enough? The right brands? He pulled out his phone and dialed Natasha Romanoff. She picked up on the second ring.
"Stark? This better be good. I'm in the middle of a briefing."
"Nat, I need your expertise. Girlfriend emergency. Periods. What do I buy? I'm in a pharmacy and it's like a minefield."
There was a chuckle on the other end. "You're shopping for supplies? That's adorable. Okay, listen up. Ditch the random pads—get Always or Kotex, something absorbent with wings for security. Tampons if she uses them, but ask next time. Midol for cramps, not just ibuprofen. Dark chocolate, not milk. And ginger tea for nausea if it hits."
Tony scrambled to follow, swapping boxes and adding Midol. "Wings for security—got it. Anything else?"
"A hot water bottle or heating pad. And be gentle when you get there—no hovering, but show you care. Listen to what she needs."
"You're a lifesaver, Romanoff. Thanks."
Natasha's voice softened. "Tony... you love her, don't you? I mean, really love her. Dropping everything for this?"
He paused, basket in hand, a warmth spreading in his chest that had nothing to do with the store's fluorescent lights. "Maybe I do," he said quietly, then hung up before she could tease him further.
Bag in hand, Tony sped back to your apartment, his usual cocky grin replaced by a determined focus. He buzzed up, and you let him in with a weak smile. When the door opened, there he was—hair slightly tousled, arms full of bags, looking equal parts triumphant and nervous.
"Hey, gorgeous. I come bearing gifts." He stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind him, and set the bags on your coffee table. You were still curled on the couch, looking pale and uncomfortable, but his presence made the ache a little less sharp.
"Tony, you didn't have to—"
"Shh. I wanted to." He knelt beside you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "How bad is it? Cramps?"
You nodded, wincing as another twinge hit. "Yeah. And I'm just... bleh."
He unpacked the bags methodically, like it was a mission briefing. "Midol—Nat says this is the good stuff. Take two?" You swallowed the pills with a glass of water he fetched from the kitchen. Next, the heating pad—he plugged it in and draped it over your lap, adjusting it until you sighed in relief. "Better?"
"Much. You called Nat?"
"Had to. She's the expert on all things covert... including this." He grinned, pulling out the pads and tampons. "I got options. And chocolate—dark, because apparently that's the magic one." He unwrapped a bar and broke off a piece, handing it to you with a wink.
You took a bite, the rich flavor melting on your tongue, and felt a giggle bubble up despite everything. "You're ridiculous. Sweet, but ridiculous. We were supposed to be on a date."
"Dates can wait. This is more important." He settled beside you on the couch, pulling you into his side gently. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, and he pressed a soft kiss to your temple. "Tell me what you need. Movie? Soup? Me to rub your back?"
"Just... stay?"
"Wouldn't dream of leaving." He grabbed the remote and queued up your favorite rom-com, dimming the lights. As the opening credits rolled, he fetched a mug of ginger tea—Nat's suggestion again—and held it for you while you sipped.
The evening unfolded in quiet comfort. Tony didn't fuss too much, but he was there for every little thing: refilling your water, adjusting the blanket when you shivered, even humming along off-key to the movie's soundtrack to make you laugh. When the cramps eased a bit, he coaxed you into eating some crackers and cheese he'd grabbed from your fridge.
"You're too good to me," you murmured, leaning your head on his chest. His heartbeat was steady under your ear, a soothing rhythm.
He tilted your chin up with a finger, eyes soft. "Nah. You deserve it. All of it." His thumb brushed your cheek, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of you, wrapped in warmth and care.
By the time the movie ended, you were dozing against him, the pain dulled to a background hum. Tony didn't move, content to hold you as the city lights twinkled outside.
This is Tony through and through when he loves someone, and something tells me Nat might be onto something there! Such a bomb of fluff and cuteness. Definitely what I needed just now 🤍
“Do you have any idea what it does to me when you look at me like that?”
“Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll believe you.”
Can you write something for me with Tony Stark x f!Reader using those two prompts? They shared a night of passion one day, just to blow some steam after a hard missoon, and they promised to never talk about it again... but it's impossible, things will never be the same, because now they want everyday for the rest of their lives and the sexual tension and the love only grows... they'll have sex again and admit that they can't be apart
What We Promised to Forget
Pairing: Tony Stark x F!Reader
Warning/Rating: 18+; explicit, graphic sexual activity (manual/oral stimulation, penetration, orgasm described in detail), unprotected sex, language, emotional
Word Count: 7.2 K
The Quinjet hummed through the darkness, autopilot engaged, carrying you and Tony back to the Tower. The mission had been brutal - too close, too many variables, too many moments where everything could have gone catastrophically wrong. Your hands were still shaking slightly as you stripped off your tactical vest, the adrenaline refusing to leave your system.
Tony sat across from you, arc reactor glowing through his torn shirt, a cut above his eyebrow that he hadn’t bothered to clean yet. His eyes were on you, had been on you since you had both collapsed into the seats twenty minutes ago.
“You should let me look at that,” you said, nodding toward his forehead.
“It’s nothing.”
“Tony -”
“I said it’s nothing.” His voice was rough, strained. Then, quieter: “You scared the hell out of me back there.”
You looked up, meeting his gaze. “I had it under control.”
“You had a gun to your head.”
“And then I didn’t.” You tried for a smile, but it felt wrong on your face. “I’m fine. We’re fine.”
“Yeah.” He didn’t look away. Didn’t blink. The intensity in his dark eyes made your breath catch. “We’re fine.”
The silence stretched between you, thick and charged with something you had both been ignoring for months. Every briefing where his hand lingered on your shoulder. Every mission where he positioned himself between you and danger. Every late night in the common room where conversations went deeper than they should.
“Do you have any idea what it does to me when you look at me like that?” The words escaped before you could stop them.
Tony’s jaw tightened. “Like what?”
“Like…” You gestured helplessly. “Like that. Like you’re trying to see through me.”
He stood abruptly, crossing the small space between you in two strides. Suddenly he was right there, close enough that you could smell the smoke and sweat on him, could see the way his chest rose and fell with each breath.
“Tell me you don’t want me,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “And I’ll believe you. Tell me you don’t think about it, about us, and I’ll walk away right now. I’ll never bring it up again.”
Your heart hammered in your chest. This was the moment. The moment you could lie, could protect yourself, could keep things professional and safe and uncomplicated.
“I can’t,” you whispered.
His hand came up to cup your face, thumb tracing your cheekbone. “Can’t what?”
“Can’t tell you I don't want you.” You leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering closed. “Because I do. God help me, Tony, I do.”
The kiss was inevitable. His mouth crashed against yours with months of pent-up hunger, and you responded with equal desperation. Your fingers tangled in his hair as his hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him. He tasted like copper and adrenaline, and when his tongue swept against yours you made a sound that was almost embarrassing in its need.
“My place,” he muttered against your lips. “We land in five minutes. Come to my place.”
You nodded, incapable of words, incapable of anything except wanting him.
Tony's private suite was all floor-to-ceiling windows and modern luxury, but you barely registered any of it. The moment the door closed behind you, he was on you again, backing you toward the bedroom with kisses that grew more heated with each step.
"We shouldn't -" you tried, even as your hands worked at the buttons of his shirt.
"Probably not," he agreed, shrugging out of the ruined fabric. The arc reactor glowed between you, and you pressed your palm against it, feeling the warmth, the steady thrum of the technology keeping him alive.
"This is a bad idea."
"Terrible idea." His hands found the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head in one smooth motion. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you in just your bra and tactical pants. "Worst idea I've ever had."
"Liar." You reached for his belt. "You've had way worse ideas."
He laughed, the sound rough and genuine, and then his mouth was on your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin below your ear. You gasped, head falling back to give him better access, and his hands made quick work of your bra clasp.
When his palms cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples, you couldn't hold back the moan that escaped. He made a satisfied sound against your throat, and then he was walking you backward until your legs hit the edge of his bed.
You fell together onto the expensive sheets, a tangle of limbs and desperate touches. Tony's weight settled over you, and the feeling of his bare chest against yours was almost overwhelming. You could feel every defined muscle, every scar, the heat of his skin burning into yours.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, kissing a path down your sternum. "Do you know that? Do you know how many times I've imagined this?"
"Tell me," you breathed, arching into him as his mouth closed around one nipple.
"Every goddamn day." He sucked hard enough to make you cry out, then soothed the sting with his tongue. "Every time you walk into a room. Every time you smile at one of Rogers' terrible jokes. Every time you kick ass on a mission and look at me like you're invincible."
His hands were working at your pants now, and you lifted your hips to help him slide them down along with your underwear. The cool air against your heated skin made you shiver, but then Tony's hand was between your thighs, and coherent thought became impossible.
"Fuck," he groaned, fingers sliding through your wetness. "You're so ready for me."
"Tony, please -"
"Please what?" He circled your clit with agonizing slowness, watching your face with dark, hungry eyes. "Tell me what you need."
"You," you gasped, hips rolling against his hand. "I need your cock inside me. Now."
"Fuck, I love it when you talk like that." He slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right, and you cried out. "So wet. So fucking tight. You're going to feel incredible wrapped around my cock."
"Then stop teasing me and fuck me already," you demanded, reaching down to palm him through his pants. He was rock hard, straining against the fabric, and when you squeezed, he groaned.
"Impatient," he muttered, but he was already stripping off the rest of his clothes with shaking hands.
When he was finally naked, you took a moment to drink him in. Lean muscle, the arc reactor glowing blue in the center of his chest, and his cock - thick and hard and already leaking at the tip. Your mouth watered.
"Like what you see?" His voice was rough, cocky even now.
"Get over here and fuck me, Stark."
He settled between your spread thighs, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. You were so wet you could feel yourself dripping, and when he dragged himself through your folds, coating himself in your arousal, you whimpered.
"Look at me," he commanded, one hand gripping your hip, the other guiding himself to your entrance. "I want to see your face when I fill you up."
You met his gaze, and then he was pushing inside, one long, slow thrust that stretched you open around him. The sensation was overwhelming - the burn, the fullness, the perfect friction as he sank deeper and deeper.
"Oh fuck," you moaned, head falling back against the pillow. "Tony, you're so big -"
"That's it, baby. Take all of me." He bottomed out with a groan, his hips flush against yours, buried to the hilt. "Fuck, you feel incredible. So tight and wet and perfect. Like you were made for my cock."
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper, and he cursed. "Move," you begged. "Please, Tony, I need you to move."
He pulled almost all the way out - you could feel every ridge, every vein - and then slammed back in hard enough to make you scream. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, and you loved it.
"Yes! Fuck, just like that!"
Tony set a brutal pace, each thrust driving you up the bed, the headboard slamming against the wall. The wet sounds of your bodies coming together filled the room, obscene and perfect. His cock hit that spot inside you with every stroke, and you could already feel your orgasm building.
"You like that?" he panted, sweat beading on his forehead. "You like getting fucked hard?"
"God, yes. Harder. Fuck me harder."
He grabbed your thighs, pushing them up and back, folding you nearly in half. The new angle let him go even deeper, and you saw stars.
"Look at you, taking my cock so well," he groaned, watching where you were joined, watching himself disappear inside you over and over. "So fucking beautiful. So perfect. I'm going to ruin you for anyone else."
"Already ruined," you gasped. "Only want you. Only want this."
His hand slipped between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight, fast circles. The dual sensation - his cock pounding into you, his fingers on your clit - was too much.
"Tony, I'm going to - fuck, I'm so close -"
"Come for me," he demanded, his rhythm growing erratic. "Come on my cock. Let me feel that tight pussy squeeze me."
The filthy words sent you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed through you in waves, your inner walls clamping down on him as you screamed his name. Your whole body shook with the force of it, pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Tony chanted, fucking you through it, prolonging your climax until you were sobbing with overstimulation. "You're so fucking tight when you come. I can't - I'm going to -"
He buried himself deep one last time, his cock pulsing inside you as he came with a guttural moan. You could feel him filling you, hot and wet, and the sensation triggered another small aftershock that made you whimper.
For a long moment, neither of you moved. Tony's weight was heavy on top of you, his face buried in your neck, both of you breathing hard. You could feel his heart racing against your chest, matching the frantic pace of your own. His cock was still inside you, softening slowly, and you felt his release starting to leak out around him.
Reality began to creep in at the edges.
Tony rolled off you, collapsing onto his back beside you. The silence was deafening.
"So," you said finally, staring at the ceiling. "That happened."
"Yeah." His voice was carefully neutral. "That happened."
You turned your head to look at him. His profile was sharp in the dim light, jaw tight, eyes fixed on some point above him. The easy intimacy from moments ago had evaporated, replaced by something awkward and uncertain.
"Tony -"
"We should probably talk about this," he interrupted.
"Okay." You pulled the sheet up to cover yourself, suddenly feeling exposed. "Let's talk."
He sat up, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "That was... intense."
"Yes."
"And probably a mistake."
The words stung, even though you'd been thinking the same thing. "Probably."
"We work together. We're on the same team. This could complicate things." He still wasn't looking at you. "We were running on adrenaline. Post-mission high. It doesn't have to mean anything."
"Right." You sat up too, gathering your scattered clothes. "It doesn't have to mean anything."
"We could just... forget it happened." He finally met your eyes, and you saw your own uncertainty reflected back at you. "Blow off steam after a hard mission. That's all it was. We never talk about it again."
You should have felt relieved. This was the easy out, the way to avoid complications and hurt feelings and all the messy emotional fallout. So why did your chest feel tight?
"If that's what you want," you said quietly.
"It's probably for the best." He stood, pulling on his pants. "For both of us."
You dressed in silence, each piece of clothing feeling like armor going back on. By the time you were fully clothed, you had almost convinced yourself this was fine. You were adults. You could handle this.
"So we're good?" Tony asked as you headed for the door.
"We're good." You forced a smile. "This never happened."
"Never happened," he echoed.
But as you walked back to your own room, you knew it was a lie. Because you could still feel him inside you, could still taste him on your lips, could still hear the way he'd said your name like it was the only word that mattered.
You had barely slept, your body still humming with the memory of his touch, and when you finally dragged yourself to the kitchen for coffee, Tony was already there. He looked up when you entered, and for one suspended moment, your eyes locked. You saw everything in that gaze - the heat, the want, the same sleepless night written across his features.
Then Steve walked in, and Tony looked away so fast you might have imagined it.
"Morning," you managed, your voice rougher than intended.
"Morning," Tony replied, his tone carefully neutral. But his hand trembled slightly as he poured his coffee, and you noticed. God, you noticed everything now.
You grabbed a mug from the cabinet, acutely aware of the six feet of space between you that felt like six inches. The air was thick with tension, with all the things you weren't saying. When you reached for the coffee pot at the same moment he did, your fingers brushed.
The contact was electric. You both jerked back like you'd been burned.
"Sorry," you muttered.
"No, go ahead." He stepped back, putting more distance between you, and the loss of his proximity felt physical.
Steve looked between you with a slight frown. "You two okay?"
"Fine," you said too quickly.
"Great," Tony added. "Why wouldn't we be?"
You fled with your coffee before Steve could ask anything else, but you felt Tony's eyes on you the entire way out. Your heart was racing, your skin flushed, and all from a simple touch of fingers. This was going to be impossible.
Day two brought a training session you couldn't avoid.
Natasha had scheduled partner drills, and of course - of fucking course - she paired you with Tony. "You two have good chemistry in the field," she said, oblivious to the way you both tensed. "Let's see it in here."
The training room suddenly felt too small, too hot. Tony stripped off his shirt, revealing the arc reactor and the lean muscle you'd traced with your tongue just two nights ago. Your mouth went dry.
"Ready?" he asked, not quite meeting your eyes.
"Yeah." You weren't. You absolutely weren't.
The drill was simple - close quarters combat, disarming techniques, trust exercises. But every time Tony touched you, even through the clinical necessity of training, your body responded. When he grabbed your wrist to demonstrate a hold, you remembered those same hands pinning you to his bed. When he moved behind you to adjust your stance, his breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine.
"You're distracted," he murmured, his voice low enough that only you could hear. His chest was pressed against your back, his hands on your hips, and you could feel every inch of him.
"I'm fine," you lied, but your voice came out breathy.
"Your heart is racing." His thumb pressed against your pulse point, and you knew he could feel it hammering. "What are you thinking about?"
You spun in his grip, breaking the hold, and found yourself face to face with him. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, and his gaze dropped to your lips. For a moment, you thought he was going to kiss you right there in front of everyone.
"I'm thinking," you said quietly, "that this was a mistake."
Something flashed in his eyes - hurt, maybe, or agreement. He stepped back, putting professional distance between you. "Yeah. Probably."
But when you partnered with Clint for the next drill, you caught Tony watching you with an intensity that made your knees weak. And when he sparred with Natasha, you couldn't look away from the way his body moved, the flex of muscle, the sheen of sweat on his skin. You remembered how that skin tasted.
By the end of the session, you were wound so tight you thought you might shatter.
You took your meals at odd hours, used the gym when you knew he'd be in his lab, volunteered for monitor duty that kept you away from common areas. It worked until dinnertime, when you ventured to the kitchen at 10 PM, certain everyone would be asleep.
Tony was standing at the counter, eating leftover Thai food straight from the container.
You both froze.
"I thought you'd be in the lab," you said.
"I thought you'd be asleep." He set down the container slowly. "I can go -"
"No, it's fine. I'll just -" You moved toward the fridge at the same moment he moved toward the sink, and you collided in the narrow space between the island and the counter.
His hands came up to steady you, gripping your arms, and suddenly you were pressed against him, chest to chest. You could feel his heart pounding as hard as yours. His eyes dropped to your mouth, and you saw him swallow hard.
"We can't," you whispered, but you didn't move away.
"I know." His hands tightened on your arms. "We agreed."
"It was just one night."
"Just one night," he echoed, but his thumb was stroking your arm now, a gentle back and forth that was driving you insane.
You don't know who moved first. Maybe both of you. But suddenly his mouth was a breath away from yours, and you could taste the anticipation, the want, the need -
The elevator dinged.
You sprang apart just as Bruce shuffled in, bleary-eyed and looking for tea. "Oh, hey," he said, oblivious. "Couldn't sleep either?"
"No," you managed, your voice shaky. "I was just - I'm going to bed. Goodnight."
You practically ran from the kitchen, but not before you saw the frustration and longing on Tony's face that mirrored your own.
That night, you touched yourself thinking of him, biting your pillow to muffle his name.
It was supposed to be simple - surveillance on a suspected Hydra front company. You, Tony, and Natasha would pose as building maintenance staff, plant listening devices in the executive offices, and get out. No combat. No suits. Just good old-fashioned espionage.
Except nothing was simple anymore.
The office building was a labyrinth of cubicles and conference rooms, and you kept ending up in close quarters with Tony. When you had to duck into a copy room to avoid a late-working executive, his hand found the small of your back, steadying you. When you squeezed past him in a narrow hallway, your bodies pressed together for a heart-stopping moment, and you felt him tense.
"Clear on the third floor," Natasha's voice came through your earpiece. "How's it going down there?"
"Fine," Tony said, his voice tight. He was standing close enough that you could smell his cologne beneath the generic maintenance uniform. "Just finishing up."
You were installing a listening device behind a filing cabinet when you heard voices approaching - security making rounds earlier than expected.
"Shit," you breathed.
Tony grabbed your hand, pulling you toward the nearest door. It was a supply closet, barely big enough for one person, let alone two. He yanked you inside and pressed his hand over your mouth just as the security guards' footsteps echoed past.
In the darkness, you were crushed against him, chest to chest, hip to hip. You could feel every breath he took, could feel his heart racing against yours. His hand was warm over your mouth, his other arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady in the cramped space.
The guards' voices faded, discussing something about the building's HVAC system, but Tony didn't move. Neither did you.
"Tony," you whispered against his palm when the footsteps finally disappeared.
"I know." His voice was strained, rough. "I know."
His hand slid from your mouth to your jaw, tilting your face up toward his in the darkness. You couldn't see him, but you could feel him - the heat of his body, the tension in his muscles, the way his breath hitched when your hand came to rest on his chest.
"We should go," you said, but you didn't move.
"Yeah." He didn't move either.
For ten agonizing seconds, you stood there in the dark, breathing each other's air, his thumb stroking your cheek, your fingers curling into his shirt. You could feel his mouth hovering near yours, so close that if either of you moved even an inch -
"You two clear?" Natasha's voice crackled in your earpieces, making you both jump. "I'm at the rendezvous point."
You broke apart like guilty teenagers, fumbling for the door handle.
The ride back in the Quinjet was silent, but the tension was suffocating. You'd changed out of the maintenance uniforms, but you could still feel the phantom press of Tony's body against yours, could still feel his hand on your face. Natasha kept glancing between you with a knowing look that made you want to disappear. When Tony's knee brushed yours as the jet hit turbulence, you both jerked away so fast that Natasha actually smirked.
You went to his lab at 2 AM, fully intending to end this torture, to tell him you couldn't do this anymore, that you needed to talk about what happened or fuck again or something because this half-life was killing you.
But when the door opened, Pepper was there, laughing at something Tony had said, her hand on his arm.
You backed away before either of them saw you, and spent the rest of the night crying into your pillow, hating yourself for caring, for wanting him, for breaking your own heart over a man who'd made it clear it was just one night.
Except the next morning, Tony cornered you in the hallway outside your room.
"That wasn't what it looked like," he said without preamble.
"I don't know what you're talking about." You tried to move past him, but he blocked your path.
"Last night. Pepper was just - we were going over Stark Industries stuff. That's all."
"Tony, you don't owe me an explanation. We're not -" You couldn't finish the sentence.
"I know what we're not." His jaw was tight. "But I saw you. In the reflection of the window. I saw you leave."
Your cheeks burned. "I was just -"
"You were coming to see me." It wasn't a question. He stepped closer, and you backed up until you hit the wall. "Why?"
"I don't know," you lied.
"Liar." He braced one hand on the wall beside your head, leaning in. "Tell me why."
"Tony -"
"Tell me you haven't been thinking about it every second since it happened. Tell me you don't feel this." His free hand hovered near your waist, not quite touching, but close enough that you could feel the heat of it. "Tell me I'm the only one going insane."
"You're not," you admitted, your voice breaking. "You're not the only one."
His eyes closed like he was in pain. "Fuck."
"We agreed -"
"I know what we agreed." His hand finally made contact, fingers splaying across your hip, and you gasped. "But I can't stop thinking about you. Can't sleep. Can't work. Can't fucking breathe when you're in the same room."
"Tony, we can't -"
"I know." But he leaned closer anyway, his forehead almost touching yours. "I know we can't."
You stood there, frozen, his hand burning through your clothes, his breath mingling with yours. One of you just had to move an inch. Just one inch.
Steve's door opened down the hall.
Tony stepped back so fast he nearly tripped, and you slipped into your room before Steve could see the state you were in - flushed, trembling, aching with need.
You were in the elevator when Tony stepped in at the last second, and the doors closed before either of you could escape. Forty floors. Just the two of you in an enclosed space.
"Hey," he said quietly.
"Hi." You stared at the floor numbers, watching them climb with agonizing slowness.
The silence was deafening. You were hyperaware of everything - the sound of his breathing, the smell of his cologne, the way he kept shifting his weight like he couldn't stand still.
Between floors fifteen and sixteen, the elevator jolted to a stop.
"JARVIS?" Tony called.
"My apologies, sir. Minor technical difficulty. I'll have it resolved momentarily."
You didn't believe in coincidences, and from the look on Tony's face, neither did he. But you were trapped now, stuck in this small space with the one person you were trying desperately to avoid.
"So," Tony said after a moment. "This is -"
"Don't." You held up a hand. "Please don't."
"Don't what?"
"Make small talk. Pretend this is normal. I can't -" Your voice cracked. "I can't do this, Tony."
He turned to face you fully. "Can't do what?"
"This. Being around you. Pretending I don't -" You cut yourself off, but it was too late.
"Pretending you don't what?" He took a step closer. "Say it."
"It doesn't matter."
"It matters to me." Another step. "Say it."
"Fine." You met his eyes, letting him see everything you'd been hiding. "Pretending I don't want you. Pretending that night didn't mean anything. Pretending I don't think about it constantly, that I don't dream about you, that I don't -" Your breath hitched. "That I don't wish it had meant something to you too."
The look on his face was devastating. "You think it didn't mean anything to me?"
"You said -"
"I said what I thought I was supposed to say. What I thought would make this easier." He closed the distance between you, backing you against the elevator wall. "But nothing about this is easy. Nothing about wanting you this much is easy."
His hands came up to frame your face, and you couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but stare at him.
"Do you have any idea what it does to me when you look at me like that?" you whispered, echoing words from a lifetime ago.
"Like what?"
"Like you want to devour me."
"I do." His thumb traced your lower lip. "I want to devour you. I want to take you apart and put you back together. I want to make you scream my name again. I want -"
The elevator lurched back into motion.
You sprang apart just as the doors opened on your floor. Natasha stood there, eyebrow raised, clearly taking in your flushed faces and heavy breathing.
You couldn't eat. Couldn't sleep. Couldn't focus on anything except the memory of Tony's hands on your face, his words in your ear, the look in his eyes that said he wanted you just as desperately as you wanted him.
The team was worried now. Even Thor commented that you seemed "troubled in spirit." You made excuses - a bug, stress, insomnia. Anything but the truth.
That night, you gave up on sleep entirely. You had been tossing and turning for hours, your body aching with need, your mind replaying every moment with Tony in excruciating detail. The way he had looked at you in the elevator. The way his voice had dropped when he said he wanted to devour you. The way his thumb had felt on your lip.
You needed air. Space. Distance from your own thoughts.
The Tower was quiet as you padded down the hallway in sleep shorts and a tank top, bare feet silent on the cool floor. You were headed for the balcony, for fresh air and city lights and anything to clear your head.
But when you passed the corridor leading to Tony's lab, you saw light spilling out from under the door.
Your feet stopped moving. You stood there, staring at that strip of light, knowing you should keep walking. Knowing that going to him now, like this, would be the end of your resolve.
But you were so tired of fighting it. So tired of pretending. So tired of wanting him and denying yourself.
Before you could talk yourself out of it, you were standing outside the lab, hand raised to knock.
JARVIS spoke before you could: "Miss, Mr. Stark is currently working. Shall I announce you?"
"No, it's okay. I'll just -"
The door slid open.
Tony stood on the other side, looking as exhausted and wrecked as you felt. His hair was a disaster, there were dark circles under his eyes that matched yours, and he was wearing the same clothes you'd seen him in yesterday. He looked like he hadn't slept in days.
He looked beautiful.
"Couldn't sleep?" he asked, his voice rough.
"No." You wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling exposed in your thin pajamas. "You?"
"Haven't really tried." He stepped back, gesturing you inside. "Come in. I could use the company."
The lab was cluttered with half-finished projects, holographic displays floating in the air, tools scattered across every surface. It looked like Tony had been trying to work on a dozen things at once and succeeding at none of them.
"What are you working on?" you asked, even though you didn't really care.
"Nothing. Everything. I don't know." He picked up a wrench, put it down again. His hands were shaking slightly. "Can't focus."
"Yeah. I know the feeling."
The silence stretched between you, heavy with everything you weren't saying. Tony's back was to you, his shoulders tense, and you could see the way his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides.
Seven days. Seven days of torture, of longing, of wanting something you'd promised yourself you couldn't have. Seven days of slowly losing your mind.
It had to end. One way or another, it had to end.
"This isn't working," you said finally.
"What isn't?"
"This. Us. Pretending nothing happened." You took a step closer. "Tony, I can't stop thinking about it. About you."
He turned slowly, and the look in his eyes made your breath catch. "You think I can? You think I've gotten a single decent night's sleep since that night?"
"Then why are we doing this?" You moved closer still, until you were right in front of him. "Why are we pretending?"
"Because I'm scared." The admission seemed to cost him. "Because I don't do this. I don't do relationships, I don't do feelings, I don't -" He broke off, jaw working. "I don't want to fuck this up."
"What if we're fucking it up right now?" You reached out, placing your hand on his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath your palm. "What if trying to forget is the mistake?"
"Tell me you don't want me," he said again, echoing his words from the Quinjet. But this time his voice was pleading. "Tell me you don't want this, and I'll believe you. I'll let it go."
"I can't." You slid your hand up to cup his face. "I can't tell you that, because it would be a lie. I want you, Tony. Not just for one night. Not just to blow off steam. I want you every day for the rest of my life."
The kiss was different this time. Slower, deeper, weighted with meaning. His arms came around you, pulling you close, and you melted into him with a sigh of relief.
"My bedroom," he murmured against your lips. "Not here. I want to do this right."
You let him lead you through the Tower to his private quarters. The city lights sparkled through the windows, casting everything in a soft glow. When he turned to face you, his expression was open, vulnerable in a way you'd never seen before.
"I want you to know," he said, hands framing your face. "This isn't just physical for me. It hasn't been for a long time."
"I know." You kissed him softly. "Me too."
This time, when you undressed each other, it was with reverence instead of desperation. Tony's fingers trembled slightly as he lifted your tank top over your head, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of your bare breasts. He cupped them gently, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they hardened into tight peaks.
"So fucking beautiful," he whispered, lowering his head to take one into his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue made you gasp, your fingers threading through his hair to hold him there. "I could worship these for hours."
"Tony," you breathed, already feeling wetness gathering between your thighs. You tugged at his shirt, needing to feel his skin against yours.
He helped you strip it off, and you pressed your palms against his chest, feeling the warmth of the arc reactor, the steady beat of his heart. Your hands traced down over defined abs, following the trail of dark hair that disappeared into his pants. When you palmed him through the fabric, feeling how hard he already was, he groaned into your breast.
"Bed," he muttered, releasing your nipple with a soft pop. "Need you in my bed."
You shed the rest of your clothes as you moved, leaving a trail across his bedroom floor. By the time you reached the bed, you were both naked, and Tony took a moment to just look at you - really look at you - his gaze traveling from your flushed face down to your breasts, your stomach, the apex of your thighs where you were already glistening with arousal.
"Lie down for me," he said softly. "Let me see all of you."
You did, stretching out on his expensive sheets, and watched as he knelt between your legs. His hands slid up your thighs, spreading them wider, and you felt exposed in the best way.
"God, look at you," he murmured, one finger trailing through your wetness. "So wet already. Is this all for me?"
"Yes," you gasped as he circled your clit with agonizing gentleness. "All for you. Always for you."
He slid two fingers inside you, and you were so ready that they went in easily, your body welcoming the intrusion. He pumped them slowly, curling them to hit that perfect spot, his thumb still working your clit.
"I love how you feel," he said, watching his fingers disappear inside you. "So tight and wet. So perfect. I've dreamed about this - about taking my time with you, making you fall apart slowly."
"Please," you whimpered, hips rolling against his hand. "I need more. Need you."
"I know, baby. I know." He withdrew his fingers, and you watched as he brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan. "Fuck, you taste incredible. Next time, I'm going to spend hours with my tongue inside you."
The promise made you clench around nothing, desperate to be filled. "Tony, please -"
He settled over you, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. You could feel how hard he was, how much he wanted this, but he moved slowly, giving you time to adjust as he pushed inside inch by inch.
The stretch was exquisite. You were so wet that he slid in smoothly, but you still felt every ridge, every vein, the perfect thickness of him filling you completely. When he was fully seated, buried to the hilt, you both moaned.
"Jesus," he breathed, forehead resting against yours. "You feel even better than I remembered. So tight around my cock. So perfect."
"Move," you pleaded, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Please, Tony, I need you to move."
He pulled out slowly - so slowly you could feel every inch leaving you - and then pushed back in with the same deliberate pace. It was maddening and perfect, the slow drag of his cock against your inner walls sending sparks of pleasure through your entire body.
"Like this?" he murmured, setting a steady rhythm. "Nice and slow so I can feel every inch of this perfect pussy?"
"Yes," you moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. "God, yes. You feel so good inside me."
His hand found yours, lacing your fingers together and pinning them above your head. The other hand cupped your face, thumb stroking your cheek as he gazed into your eyes. The intimacy of it - the eye contact, the joined hands, the slow, deep thrusts - was almost overwhelming.
"I love you," he said, and the words hung in the air between you. "I think I've loved you for months. Maybe longer. Every time you smiled at me, every time you touched my arm, every time you looked at me like I was worth something - I was falling for you."
Tears pricked at your eyes. "I love you too. So much. I've wanted this - wanted you - for so long."
"You have me," he promised, his rhythm never faltering. "All of me. Every broken piece."
He shifted slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly he was hitting that spot inside you with every thrust. Your back arched off the bed, a cry escaping your lips.
"There?" he asked, doing it again. "Right there, baby?"
"Yes! Oh god, right there. Don't stop."
"Never," he vowed, maintaining that perfect angle, that perfect pace. "I'm never stopping. Never letting you go."
The pleasure built slowly, a warm tide rising inside you. You could feel yourself getting wetter, could hear the slick sounds of your bodies moving together. Tony's cock was so hard inside you, stretching you perfectly, and every thrust sent waves of sensation through your core.
"You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion and desire. "Taking my cock so well. So wet for me. I can feel you getting close, can feel you tightening around me."
"Touch me," you begged. "Please, I need -"
His hand slipped between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and rubbing in slow, firm circles that matched the rhythm of his thrusts. The dual sensation was incredible, and you felt your orgasm building faster now, coiling tight in your belly.
"That's it," he encouraged, watching your face. "Let me see you come. Want to watch you fall apart on my cock. Want to feel that tight pussy squeeze me when you come."
The dirty words mixed with the tenderness in his eyes was your undoing. Your climax washed over you in long, rolling waves, your inner walls clamping down on him as pleasure flooded every nerve. You cried out his name, your whole body trembling, and he kept moving, kept touching you, drawing it out until you were sobbing with the intensity of it.
"So beautiful," he whispered, his rhythm growing less steady. "So perfect. I'm close, baby. So close. Where do you want me?"
"Inside," you gasped, still riding the aftershocks. "Want to feel you come inside me. Please, Tony."
"Fuck," he groaned, his hips snapping forward harder now. "You're going to kill me. Feel so good. So tight. I'm going to -"
He buried himself deep, his cock pulsing as he came, filling you with warmth. You felt every throb, every spurt, and the sensation triggered another small orgasm that made you whimper. His face was buried in your neck, and you could feel his lips moving against your skin, murmuring your name like a prayer, like a promise, like a vow.
For a long moment, you stayed like that - joined, trembling, hearts racing in sync. His weight was heavy on top of you, grounding you, and you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. You could feel him softening inside you, could feel his release starting to leak out, but neither of you moved to separate.
"I meant it," he said finally, lifting his head to look at you. His eyes were soft, vulnerable, completely open. "I love you. This isn't just sex. This is everything."
"I know." You cupped his face, thumbs stroking his cheekbones. "I love you too. This is everything."
He kissed you then, slow and deep and sweet, and you tasted the promise in it. The promise of more nights like this, more mornings waking up together, more of everything.
This time, when he rolled to the side, he pulled you with him, tucking you against his chest. His arms wrapped around you, secure and warm, and you felt something in your chest settle into place.
"So," you said after a while, tracing patterns on his chest. "I guess we're doing this?"
"Yeah." He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "We're doing this. No more pretending. No more trying to forget."
"What about the team? The complications?"
"Fuck the complications." His arms tightened around you. "I've faced down aliens and killer robots. I think I can handle some workplace gossip."
You laughed, the sound light and genuine. "Tony Stark, romantic."
"Don't spread it around. I have a reputation to maintain."
You tilted your head up to look at him, and the expression on his face made your heart skip. He looked happy. Genuinely, completely happy.
"I'm glad we stopped lying to ourselves," you said softly.
"Me too." He kissed you again, slow and sweet. "Best decision I've made in a long time."
You fell asleep in his arms, finally at peace. And when you woke up the next morning, still tangled together in his bed, you knew that this was just the beginning.
Some promises were meant to be broken. And some mistakes were actually the best things that ever happened to you.
Three months later, you walked into the common room to find the entire team gathered for movie night. Tony was already there, sprawled on the couch, and when he saw you, his face lit up in a way that still made your stomach flutter.
"Hey, beautiful," he said, patting the seat next to him. "Saved you a spot."
You settled in beside him, and his arm immediately came around your shoulders, pulling you close. It was natural now, easy, this thing between you.
"Ugh, you two are disgusting," Clint called from across the room, but he was grinning.
"Jealousy is not a good look on you, Barton," Tony shot back.
Natasha smirked. "I knew it would happen eventually. You two weren't exactly subtle."
"We were very subtle," you protested.
"You were eyeing each other through an entire briefing about Hydra," Steve said, then looked mortified that those words had come out of his mouth. "Sorry. But it's true."
Everyone laughed, and you felt Tony's chest shake with amusement beneath your cheek.
"Okay, fine," he admitted. "We weren't subtle. But in our defense, have you seen her? I'm only human."
"Barely," Bruce muttered, and everyone laughed again.
As the movie started and the lights dimmed, Tony pressed a kiss to your temple. "Love you," he whispered, quiet enough that only you could hear.
"Love you too," you whispered back.
And you meant it. Every single word.
Some nights of passion were meant to be forgotten. But some were meant to change everything.
This fic is absolutely perfection. 11/10. Chef's f*cking kiss. The way it had me constantly gasping, the number of times my jaw was on the floor, and the way it made my heart race?! I cannot recommend this fic enough! Again, pure perfection in a fic.
This was a rollercoaster of epic proportions, and I cannot wait to read more of your work! This may only be the first one of yours I've read, but I'm looking forward to reading so, SO much more! 🤍
Random questions that wont help you get to know your mutuals at all
Thank you so much for the tag @emmathefanficgal ! This was so much fun to do!
Favorite Shampoo (scent/type/brand) - Don't really have one, but tend to lean toward ones that are coconut scented
Do you sleep with the light on or door closed? Why? - Light off, door open. Light off because I have to have near complete darkness to be able to sleep. Door open so my dog has access to the whole house
Hot or cold coffee/tea? - Hot coffee, cold tea
Do you use the same username for all/most of your socials? - Same here and on TT, but IG and Discord are different
White shoes, yay or nay? Why? - NO. The only way they'd stay clean is if I left them in the box. I have a dirty job and I spend a lot of time outside.
What song is stuck in your head right now? (if none, last one you remember listening to) - White Blank Page, woke up with it stuck in my head, not sure why
Would you still love the person that tagged you if they were a worm? - YES! You'd be the coolest worm ever!
Random questions that wont help you get to know your mutuals at all
Eeeeeeee @steelandvibranium this was totally fun!
Favorite Shampoo (scent/type/brand) - Anything that gives me volume! The best scented one is from BeadHead!
Do you sleep with the light on or door closed? Why? - At home we have it dark with blackout curtains that my husband needs cause he's a very light sleeper but the door is open for the puppy to roam freely. Right now I'm staying with my mom and in my old bedroom room I have the door closed light off but the blinds open so I can wake up and see the sun
Hot or cold coffee/tea? - I am a New England girl at heart. It was 8 felt like -11 and I still got my Dunks iced coffee!
Do you use the same username for all/most of your socials? - I used to keep it the same everywhere at one point but I decided to change it on here. And I try to at least make my gaming accounts the same some version of PrincessDiesAlot cause I'm not that good at multiplayer and my husband thinks its hilarious.
White shoes, yay or nay? Why? - I have them and wear them sparingly. Sometimes white just goes with your outfit.
What song is stuck in your head right now? (if none, last one you remember listening to) - Yung Bae - Bad Boy (It is soo good!!!)
Would you still love the person that tagged you if they were a worm? - Hell yeah!!!! The coolest worm that tags me in the most fun tag games! I love random stuff like this!
Thank you @imnotjustreadingg-volume-two for tagging me!!
FYI Now Iris has been on repeat in my house, your influence 😆
1- Favorite Shampoo (scent/type/brand)
Okay listen up here’s when my cosmetic and hair product knowledge comes out (fyi my hair used to be you guessed, ginger and now it’s brown with a blonde peekaboo at the bottom it is a mixture of wavy/straight)
Bondi boost HG line: I have bee trying to grow my hair for like the past 2 1/2 years due to a really bad haircut. So this had made it grow like a mf.
Redken Acidic Bonding line: fuck olaplex, this shit kept my hair alive when I was a bleached blonde.
Lush Milk primer: I swear to god this is the best leave in conditioner I’ve ever used and it smells DELICIOUS.
2-Do you sleep with the light on or door close? Why?
No light on, door close. I can fall asleep with the tv on no problem but it will bug me later and I just get up and turn it off. Regarding the door closed, I think it’s a superstition thing? Idk I feel uneasy sleeping with the door open.
3- Hot or iced tea/coffee?
Hot coffee in the mornings and afternoon, iced tea unsweetened if I go out to eat.
4- Do you use the same username for all/most of your socials?
Yes, but here is the only one that is different.
5- White shoes, yay or nay? Why?
Yesssss all the way! I think anything looks good with a white shoe, it’s me and my white converse/cowgirl boots/trailblazers/running shoes against the world 😆
6- What song is stuck in your head right now?
Cinema by Harry Styles
7- Would you still love the person that tagged you if they were a worm?
DUH IF COUUUUUUURSE 💖 I’m building a terrarium for you as we speak 🙂↕️
I don't exactly have a favorite brand, but I'm currently using something from Pantene - Morrocan Rose and Honey scent. Makes my hair smell good lol
2-Do you sleep with the light on or door close? Why?
No light on, but i do have a small little night light. The door is open; I actually don't like it when my room is in total pitch black darkness ^^;
3- Hot or iced tea/coffee?
Iced coffee morning;afternoon/night lol Yeah, I can drink coffee any time of day. Teas are usually cold too. I love some iced lemon tea every now and then.
4- Do you use the same username for all/most of your socials?
Yup yup. The name Skyleigh stuck with me and I almost always use some form of this name for usernames.
5- White shoes, yay or nay? Why?
I love white shoes, but my clumsy ass will get them dirty so quickly... so I usually go for black colored shoes lol. I do have like 1-2 pairs of white shoes though.
6- What song is stuck in your head right now?
Alive - Soala (no song stuck in my head currently so I just put the last song I was listening to)
7- Would you still love the person that tagged you if they were a worm?
I tend to use the lavender scented solid shampoo bar & conditioner bar from the store I work at!
2 - Do you sleep with the light on or door closed?
While I can sleep in basically any circumstance, I do prefer lights off and the door closed.
3 - Hot or cold coffee/tea?
Hmm, if I drink coffee (which is very rare haha) it’s an iced caramel macchiato. 99.9% of the time I drink hot tea though. I go through tea as if my life depends on it 😂
4 - Do you use the same username for all/most of your socials?
Nope! While I usually stick to my first name, the rest can differ!
5 - White shoes, yay or nay?
While I do like how they look on others, I’m not a fan of them for myself. I prefer bright colors, fun prints or black shoes.
6 - What song is stuck in your head right now? (If none, last one you remember listening to)
I’m currently listening to ‘Broken Heart’ by Escape The Faith, though ‘All My Women’ by Falling In Reverse & HARDY has been stuck on a loop in my head lately.
7 - Would you still love the person that tagged you if they were a worm?
I absolutely would! She’s my bestie and I would love her in every shape or form, in this life and any ones after this one. I love you bestie! @cacrca 🤍
I miss you and your writing, are you okay? How's life? ❤️
^ Me while I was writing this response. I couldn't stop smiling, so thank you for that! 🤍
Oh my dear Anon, your message has truly brought a smile to my face! 🤍
In all honesty, life has been a true rollercoaster the past few months since my last story and appearance, but it's one I would ride over and over again! From getting married (yes, I'm officially a mrs now! 💍✨) to switching universities to get my Bachelor's, it's been a lot.
I've also not been doing great mentally for a long time, as my depression has been taking its toll on me as well, but I'm finally taking the right steps to get better. There is still a long way to go, but taking the first step has made me incredibly proud! I'm generally taking it day by day, and so far that has worked out well for me, so I'm hoping to improve more and more in the coming months.
Now that the end of this year is near, I would like to look back on everything with a large smile adorning my face, and I'd like to share my thanks with everyone who has supported me - both on Tumblr and outside - as I wouldn't be the person I used to be without any of them.
So, dear Anon, it's been quite the journey as you have read, but thank you for reaching out and letting me know that you miss me and my writing! I miss it too, and I'm hoping to get back into the swing of writing again, so I can share all my horny thoughts with you again 🤍
Hi, and welcome to the Masterlist for the Fandom Free Bingo: Maritime May! 🤍
On this Masterlist, you’ll find the prompts I’ve filled along the way, and they will combine angst, fluff, and smut. Each one-shot will have its appropriate warnings when necessary.
If you’d like to check out my other works, you can find them on the Main Masterlist! For now, I hope you will enjoy the works I’ve created while participating in the Fandom Free Bingo: Maritime May! 🤍
I do not work with a tag list. If you want to be updated when I post new stories, you can follow @nicoline1998enilocin-library! 🤍
Card: @fandom-free-bingo || All other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin
|| 🥀 - Angst || 🤍 - Fluff || 🌶️ - Smut ||
"I can hear you!" | Part 2 || 🤍 🌶️ || Tony Stark
Prompt || 1-1: 'It's all coming back to me'
You've been away on a mission, but unexpectedly, you get to go home earlier than planned. This surprise is perfect because it’s the day before your birthday. However, what you don’t anticipate is finding Tony in a rather compromising situation. Luckily, you’re more than happy to return the favor after he walked in on you a few months ago.
"I can hear you!" | Part 2 || 🤍 🌶️ || Tony Stark
Prompt || 1-2: "Did you replace me?"
You've been away on a mission, but unexpectedly, you get to go home earlier than planned. This surprise is perfect because it’s the day before your birthday. However, what you don’t anticipate is finding Tony in a rather compromising situation. Luckily, you’re more than happy to return the favor after he walked in on you a few months ago.
On my knees for you | Part 2 || 🤍 🌶️ || Sugar Daddy! Tony Stark
Prompt || 1-3: Shoulder kisses
After you left Tony’s office, he couldn’t stop thinking about everything that had happened before. Seeing you on your knees like that when everyone could have walked in has made him more than desperate for you, and he can’t wait to ruin you for the little stunt you pulled.
"Marry me" | Chapter 1 || 🥀 🤍 🌶️ || Tony Stark
Prompt || 2-1: Reassuring touches
Tony comes home from another gruesome mission and doesn't stay unharmed this time. As you take care of his wounds, he can't keep his thoughts to himself any longer, and he asks you to marry him in a way you never would have seen coming.
Prompt || 2-2: So many bottlecaps
Prompt || 2-3: Submarine
A drunk mind speaks a sober heart || 🥀 🤍 🌶️ || Tony Stark
Prompt || 3-1: "Do you want to talk about it?"
You and Tony have been mutually pining for months, and he finally reveals his feelings during a party—albeit after a few too many drinks. The next day, you go out to confront Tony about it, and what happens next is better than you could have ever dreamed.
Love under the fireworks | NYE Special || 🤍 🌶️ || Sugar Daddy! Tony Stark
Prompt || 3-2: People fall in love in mysterious ways
You’re spending your last night together for a while, as Tony will be leaving for an extended, undercover mission, and you’ll be busy with near back-to-back surgeries for the foreseeable future. This means you and Tony will make this New Year’s Eve one for the memory books, giving you some special memories to look back on when you’re apart.
Prompt || 3-3: Fleet
Kinktober Day 2 | Mirror sex || 🌶️ || Sugar Daddy! Tony Stark
Prompt || ALT 1: Forbidden love
Tony invites you to a gala as his plus one, and you can't help but have fun while teasing him. Eventually, jealousy takes over his entire being, and he drags you away, showing you exactly what your teasing and his jealousy have done to him, and you're gonna love every single second of it.
On my knees for you | Part 2 || 🤍 🌶️ || Sugar Daddy! Tony Stark
Prompt || ALT 2: Soothing touch
After you left Tony’s office, he couldn’t stop thinking about everything that had happened before. Seeing you on your knees like that when everyone could have walked in has made him more than desperate for you, and he can’t wait to ruin you for the little stunt you pulled.
"Marry me" | Chapter 2 || 🤍 🌶️ || Tony Stark
Prompt || ALT 3: Christmas Day
For the past few weeks, you and Tony have been enjoying the excitement of his proposal without anyone knowing. But now it's time to make it public. First, you're going to announce it to your closest friends and family with a party. After that, it's time to share the news about your future with the world.
Message: the anon who sent you this request is dead because the one-shot was too good, you are so good at it... thank SO much for writing my request and I really want to make another one...
Reader is away for a mission, and when she arrives, she's dying to see Tony because she misses his man, so she goes straight to their room (the Avengers said he was there) to see him. When she arrives at the door, he's the one masturbating and moaning her name... and the rest you can imagine 🤭😉
Hi, dear Anon! 🤍
I have finished your request, and you can find the result over here! I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did when writing it!
