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Tony Stark is a wonderful subversion of toxic masculinity in the superhero genre.

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Sweet Treat ♡

Tony Stark x Black!Reader

Fandom: MCU

Summary: Tony brings a surprise for you, but there’s a catch—he wants something in return.

Warnings: Smut/nsfw, thigh riding, fingering, daddy kink, masturbation, crying(?)

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Hii! If you like it please reblog! It helps a ton, thx :)

“Baby, I’m back,” Tony calls into the apartment, closing the door behind him, “I brought something you might enjoy…”

You perk up from your spot on the bed with a grin. What could it be this time? Tony loves to surprise you with occasional gifts and treats and you can’t help but try to guess. “Hold on, Tony. I’ll be right down!”

“Alright baby, be quick.”

You feel all bubbly throwing on a pair of sweats and a tank top in quick fashion. Scurrying to the stairs you peer across the living area below. Your boyfriend is shuffling through a white paper bag but you can’t see what’s inside. Skipping down the steps, you ask him about the surprise.

“Close your eyes for a sec and I’ll let you see it.”

You nod quickly and shut your eyes, anticipation growing stronger.

“Alright, open.”

Tony is sitting in his suede lounge chair with your favorite treat in hand, making you absolutely giddy. “D’ya want it?”

“Yes, please,” you say and bounce on your toes.

Tony pats his thigh, ushering you towards him. You stand in front of him reaching for the dessert, but he shakes his head with a tsk. “Ah, ah, before you eat your ice cream you have to sit down. I don’t want you making a mess, princess.”

You pout as he pulls his hand away and waits for you to comply. With a sigh you situate yourself comfortably on his leg, feeling warmth radiating from it.

“That’s right, here you go.”

You happily take the cone from his hand and bite through the chocolate coating it was dipped into. In content you close your eyes, since it feels like you haven’t had ice cream in forever. Just a simple vanilla cone is all you need to get your mind off of such a demanding week. Tony places his hands on your hips and you think nothing of it, he’s probably trying to hold you steady. Then his hands reach lower and cup your ass, causing your eyes to shoot open.

He observes you with a smirk while kneading your asscheeks. You lick up the dripping cone and furrow your eyebrows, “What're you doing?”

“Well… Daddy was nice enough to bring you a treat today. He didn’t have to, but he kept thinking about his girl being so good this week. Shouldn’t Daddy get something in return?”

You stick your bottom lip out and shrug, continuing to eat your ice cream. Tony arches an eyebrow and you ignore him, “Maybe. Maybe not.”

A quick laugh falls from Tony’s lips and he throws his head back dramatically. His head rests against the back of the chair and you continue to stare at him blankly. Tony rakes his eyes up your body and he swipes his tongue out past his teeth. With a deep inhale he says, “Mhm, I see how it is then. Daddy is so good to you and wants to reward you, but you just don’t want to give anything back. Such a shame.”

Tony swiftly plucks the treat from your hand and tosses it into its original bag on the table behind you. Your jaw drops, not believing he would do something like that. You thought he knew you were just teasing him. His hands find your hips again but instead of kneading them, Tony prys you off him. Suddenly, he pulls down the waistband of your grey sweats, and before you can protest, his fingers dip under your pink panties. For a second he finds himself wanting to laugh, seeing how parts of your youthfulness peek out even during your most intimate times together.

“No, not right now. I want my ice cream!” you complain and swat his hands away from you.

Tony roughly pulls you forward by your waist and clicks his tongue, “You ruined that right after talking back to me, missy. Maybe next time you’ll learn from your mistakes.”

“Take that off,” he points to your tank top. His fingers find their way back to your core, rubbing slow but hard flicks across your throbbing clit. Simultaneously, he inches forward and peppers kisses along your exposed tummy, making you whine at the contact. Before you can get your release, Tony takes your panties off and spreads you open. He bites his lip, pursing them for a moment while inspecting you, “Jesus Christ… you’re already this wet for me?”

Tony looks up at you from his seat and what he does next practically makes your eyes roll back in bliss. He leans over and spits directly on your pussy, watching as you glisten and saliva drips down your inner thighs.

“Hmmff. Daddy please… I’m so tingly.”

“You’re tingly, baby?” he waits for you to nod, “I can do something to help you, but you might not like it very much.”

He guides you back over his thigh and chuckles once he notices you catch on. You try to escape, but his hands trap you against him and it’s no use. Tony pushes you onto him and you squirm at the feeling of his spit spreading not only across yourself and mixing with your wetness, but the rough material of his pants. Tony’s knuckles turn white as he holds you down and he leans back in the suede chair groaning to himself. “I wan— need you to grind this sweet pussy on me, baby. I wanna feel your juices seep through my jeans.”

You place your shaky hands on his chest carefully, steadying your racing heart. With a sigh, you slowly start to grind and the fabric provides you with friction you’re dying for. Eventually you’re able to go a little faster and your movement earns a deep groan from Tony.

He leans forward, hair falling onto his forehead, and eagerly begins to suck on your brown nipples, releasing every once in a while with a pop. You feel his fingers dig deeper into your waist and you know he’s going to leave bruises. Tony hums onto your breasts, “Mmm, you should disobey me every once in a while so I can punish you more often.”

He nips at your swollen buds, teeth grazing gently on the edges. You respond with a whimper making grabby hands at his shoulders.

“Get yourself off on my thigh, baby. C’mon. You need my help?”

Tony doesn’t wait for you to respond knowing that you won’t be able to come without his assistance, anyway. He peers at you with his dark brown eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips. He starts controlling your movements rocking you back and forth, pressing you down harder with every grind. At some point his hand finds your ass again making it a point to give you a slap here and there to increase your speed, almost as if you’re a race horse.

“Pleasee, I can’t! I can’t!” you cry out.

Tony sucks in a sharp breath, “How are you gonna come then, huh? ‘Cause I know damn well you’re not getting fucked until you do.”

“B-but I-I,” you stammer, your face growing warm. Your eyes connect with his, your lip quivers and a tear slides down your hot cheek. Tony shakes his head at you, reaching for your leg to pull over himself so you’re in a straddling position. He wipes your tears away and kisses you softly while bouncing his legs. You begin to feel better and a fuzzy feeling starts in your belly. Tony places his hand on your bare back, sliding it down past your butt. You gasp into his mouth as his digits push into your entrance filling you up nicely.

“Does my baby like that? She likes my fingers stretching through her wet pussy?”

“Y-yes I love it!” you squeal, curling your toes tight.

You wrap your arms fully around Tony in glee, unintentionally giving him a face full of your breasts, but he’s certainly not complaining. Squelches are music to your ears as Tony pumps his fingers into your pussy faster, slippery arousal dripping down his hand. His fingers curve upward against your pink fleshy walls pressing onto your g-spot. Your mouth forms an “o.”

“Ohh f-fuck! D-daddy p—”

“You like when Daddy presses on that gummy spot. Makes you feel like you’re gonna pee, huh?” he taunts.

In response you begin bouncing on his fingers, following his quick rhythm. This is exactly what you needed today and Tony knows that. Before he left this morning, you weren’t in the best mood. Every class you had was getting more stressful and it didn’t help that Tony couldn’t stay with you for the whole day, since he had work to catch up on. It wasn’t his fault, but when he left, you stayed curled up in bed in a funk.

Thinking about his kind gesture you give your boyfriend a toothy grin, biting your lip hastily. Your breaths grow heavier and the tingling sensation coils deeper in your stomach. “Shit! Yes, yes. More!”

“C’mon… Fuck! That’s right, baby. Release all on my fingers like a good girl. Play with that clit for me,” Tony curses, reaching a hand into his jeans and starts to pump himself.

You arch your back further, ass in the air and breasts pressed against Tony’s chest. Throwing your head back, you let out a strangled moan, whimpering with each graze over your sweet spot. Your cunt begins to spasm, clenching tighter around Tony’s fingers after every thrust. “D-daddy! Oh- mmfuck! I’m gonna—”

“Come for me, princess! Shit!”

You throw your head back as ecstasy flows right through you. Everything is so blissful and you feel your juices drip down your legs. Tony hisses, withdrawing his fingers, seeing your slick coat his hand completely. He grins lazily at you, a laugh escaping him.

“You get your treat, I get mine,” Tony sucks on his fingers, growing even more aroused at the taste. He puts his thumb to your full lips pushing past them. “Suck.”

Tony groans as you swirl your tongue around the tip of his thumb like a lollipop. Your eye catches his other hand in his pants, jerking faster the more you suck. “You like how I suck your thumb, Daddy?” you ask innocently, your words muffled.

Tony responds with a sultry groan, his mouth agape and his head against the chair. Right as he’s reaching his high, he takes his wet digit out of your mouth and brings it down to your little bundle, teasing you some more. You both moan in unison as he comes in his pants. Tony pauses for a moment, eyelids hooded with lust, and brushes back the coils of hair falling into your face.

“Oh I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby,” he grits his teeth playfully while tickling your sides. You giggle and kiss his warm cheek softly.

“Do it then,” your breath fans his ear.

In seconds, Tony has you flipped around and pinned to the seat.

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tony stark doesn't die.

he burns, from the inside out. the infinity stones are too much for a regular human to handle, and the iron man suit could only do so much. so he burns.

human inventions aren't adequate enough to combat cosmic damages. super soldier blood transfusions do nothing. gamma infused hulk blood also has no effect. extremis is a lost cause.

the entire right side of his body barely functions anymore. and his face. oh god, his face. it's so damaged, so scarred, tony can barely look himself in the mirror anymore, let alone expect others to look at him without cringing away.

so he hides.

he builds new armor. gone are the flashy colors. no more red and gold. just plain old gunmetal grey. gone are the nanobots. no more skin-hugging technology. just cold hard planes of metal. back to unflinching, terror-inducing steel, like the suit he wore when he flew out of that cave over a decade ago.

he hardly ever takes it off. it's the only way he can get his body to just move. it's life support. it's a high-tech prosthesis.

but that's not enough.

he's just so ashamed. sure, he's saved the world. but while everyone else lives on, he's barely surviving. so he covers himself up the best he can. with the armor. then with a cloak, so he looks a little softer, a little more inviting. not that it matters, when he hardly lets anyone see him anymore.

he stops wearing red. he can't even look at that color anymore, when all it does is remind him of the day he couldn't just die.

what's the opposite of red?

he wears green instead.

people looked at iron man and saw hope.

now people look at anthony stark and see doom.

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steve rogers doesn't die.

he lives a happy life, with the one who got away, and returns to his timeline knowing that he's fulfilled his lifelong dream and he can rest well knowing what it's like to grow old with the love of his life.

except that wasn't actually his dream.

he goes back to the future and finds out the man he's in love with is still alive, and if he plays his cards right, steve might just get to spend the rest of his life with tony.

but steve is old. and he's dying. the rest of his life could only last so long.

and tony doesn't even want to see him. tony doesn't want to see anyone.

so steve begs. he sends messages through friday. notes under the door. anything he can think of, he tries.

"please, give us a chance."

it takes longer than steve has time for, but he finally wears tony down. when tony opens the doors to the lab for steve, he hands over three vials filled with molten orange liquid.

"extremis. modified and enhanced trifold for a super soldier. it's a risk, but if it works, you'll have at least another fifty years left."

steve takes the risk.

his muscles come back. his wrinkles disappear. his hair darkens from white to gold.

steve picks up tony, armor and cloak and all, and spins him around in joy. he's so happy, he lights up from within.

literally, he lights up. his skin glows orange. he's dangerously hot to the touch. he breathes, and smoke escapes his mouth.

but becoming a human torch is a small price to pay if it means he gets to be with tony.

Reflection

PAIRING || Tony Stark x PA!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 2.2K

SUMMARY || The sexual tension between you and Tony has been steadily rising for the past few months. After the latest victory tour, it's reaching an all-new height before boiling over, marking the start of a new adventure for you both.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Everyone lives AU. Friends to FWB. Flirting. Sexual tension. Explicit sexual content.

WARNINGS || Use of nicknames. Reader is described as tattooed.

SMUT || Porn with plot. Dirty talk. Praise. Teasing. Edging. Fingering. Footjob. First time. Mirror sex. Bathroom sex. Unprotected vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it!). Cream pie.

A/N || This one-shot is written based on this request from a lovely Anon! I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for helping me develop this idea and supporting me while writing. Your help is of indescribable value to me, and I cannot possibly begin to thank you enough for it 🩵

EVENTS Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Book Night || Reflection Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Maritime May || Tattoos Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Wild || "Do that again." + Overwhelmingly cute

Masterlist || @multifandom-flash Beehive #1012 || Nothing can stop us now! Masterlist || @seasonaldelightsbingo || Can't tell a soul Masterlist || @sweetspicybingo Hurt/Comfort || Gentle touch

GIF: @ccbsrmsf1 || All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist

The last month has been nothing but long nights, little sleep, countless interviews, and even more appearances for you and the Avengers, but now you're finally on your way back to the Avengers Compound.

Steve, Bucky, Clint, Thor, Natasha, and Bruce are all asleep in the Quinjet, leaving you and Tony to be awake. Tony is seated in the pilot chair, and you are leaning back in the co-pilot chair with your sore feet in his lap.

"Have I ever told you you have some of the most beautiful legs, Gorgeous?" Tony asks as he rubs your feet, which he has done countless times after you've been in high heels for long days. As he rubs a particularly sore and sensitive spot, you moan softly, and his eyes immediately snap up to meet yours.

"Only a few times, but I will never get tired of hearing it from the most handsome man in the universe," you tell Tony, keeping your voice down as to now wake up the other Avengers.

Tony doesn't really hear what you're saying, because ever since you let out the involuntary moan, he can only focus on the fact he's gotten painfully hard. You can't help but notice as he spreads his legs a little wider to accommodate his hardness.

"Hmm, did I make you hard by moaning, Angel?" you ask with a raised brow and a smirk on your lips, and Tony can only bite on his bottom lip to supress the moan threatening to leave his mouth.

You have shifted your foot in such a way that you're practically working his boner with your foot, and his hands are now gripping the armrests of his chair, his knuckles turning white as his face turns a shade of bright red that starts to resemble the same shade as your dress.

All he can do is nod as you feel his erection under your touch, though his hand suddenly grips your ankle when he's getting dangerously close to the edge. A gush of arousal ruins your panties at his sudden assertion of dominance, and a soft gasp leaves your lips.

His eyes are dark as he softly lets his fingers glide from your ankle, over the floral tattoo on your leg, and up to your thigh. The gentle touch has you wanting more, and when his fingers caress your inner thigh, you know your panties are entirely ruined.

The sexual tension and flirting between you two has been visible for months, and it is finally coming to ahead. The addition of possibly getting caught by any of the Avengers as they wake up only makes it hotter for you both, and you're willing to see how far you can push him before he breaks.

While his fingers caress your thigh, you slightly tilt your head to the side, your legs spreading just wide enough for Tony to see the light blue panties you're wearing under your dress, and he gasps softly as he sees the fact that you're practically dripping for him.

A mischievous smirk lies on his lips as he leans forward even further, your foot still placed over his erection as he does. A low groan leaves his throat as you suck in a deep breath, his fingers now gliding past the edge of your panties and ghosting over your sensitive heat.

"Tell me you want this, Gorgeous. Tell me, and you'll have me," Tony whispers loud enough for you to hear. 

"I want you, Tony, all of you," you say in a breathy whisper. As soon as the words leave your lips, he pulls your panties to the side to expose your pink, puffy folds that are glistening from the arousal, and his fingers glide through them to gather some of your arousal.

Soon, he finds your sensitive clit, and he can't resist pressing down, at which point you're slapping a hand over your mouth to stifle any sounds, as you don't want anyone waking up. As soon as his touch is there, it's gone, and you're left wanting more.

"Let's go somewhere a little more private, Gorgeous," Tony tells you, and you nod while you watch Tony suck your arousal off his fingers. It's one of the hottest things you've ever witnessed, and you can't get enough.

As soon as you can stand, Tony guides you to the bathroom with silent steps. Once you're there, you feel relieved that no one woke up. The heat of the moment heightened your senses, but once you're in the bathroom's safety, you let out a deep breath.

Tony locks the bathroom door, and before you know it, he's pushing you against the counter in the bathroom, his cock pressing against your lower back as his hands softly squeeze your hips.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it? You decided to see how far you could push me before I gave in? It seems that you're in luck today, Gorgeous because I'm hungry for you," Tony whispers in your ear, and you moan softly at his words.

Without a second thought, you press back against Tony with your hips, and his gaze locks onto yours in the mirror. As you look at your reflection in the mirror, you can see your already fucked out expression, and he has barely done anything to you.

"I've been dreaming of this moment for so long," Tony tells you as his fingertips softly glide over the fabric of your dress until they reach the hem. You breathe in sharply as his long digits curl around the edge, pulling it up slowly.

"I can't tell you how many times I've thought about you when I fucked my own fist, imagining how you'd feel when you're squeezing the life out of my cock with your tight, dripping pussy," Tony says as he places soft kisses on your neck and shoulder, your dress now bunched at your waist, your ass on full display for him.

"Me too," you say, and Tony smiles at the thought of you playing with your clit as you think about him.

"Yeah? And what did you think about, exactly?" he asks you as he's slowly pushing down your panties, your legs spreading on instinct.

"Y-you fucking me." The words come out shakily, a soft whine escaping as Tony frees his giant, veiny monster of a cock. For a moment, you look back at it, and you're shocked as you do.

Tony's hand is working up and down expertly, and you can see a bead of pre-cum gathering at the tip, which he quickly spreads over his cock to act as a lubricant.

"Are you ready, Gorgeous?" Tony asks, his free hand gliding over your back in a soothing motion, and you nod before turning back to look at yourself in the mirror. You're met with half-lidded eyes, a flush on your cheeks, and your mouth slightly slack. A sight that will be engraved in both your memories for the rest of your lives.

Tony lets his cock glide through your folds a few times, and the feeling of his hard, veiny member has you moaning each time it hits your sensitive, swollen clit. However, there's only so much Tony can take, and before you know it, he's carefully working himself into your tight, warm pussy.

Your face is pressed against the mirror as he bends you even further forward, giving him the perfect angle to fuck you nice and deep.

His fingers are digging into your hips as he bottoms out with a groan, and for the first few seconds, he can't move as you're squeezing him so tight he's unable to move for even an inch.

"God, you're squeezin' me so good, Gorgeous, pussy feels like heaven," Tony whispers as he plants a few soft kisses in your hair, waiting for your body to release him enough to start thrusting in and out of you.

The moment he starts thrusting in and out of you at a slow, languid pace, you feel the knot in your core tighten immediately, and you know it won't take long for you to cum around his cock.

"T-Tony," you moan as he speeds up his thrusts, but instead of answering you, he pulls you against his chest, his hand over your mouth while he keeps himself working in and out of you at a steady pace.

"You need to be quiet, Gorgeous. You don't want to wake the rest, do you?" he groans in your ear, and you shake your head.

"Good girl," Tony whispers, and you squeeze his cock as he praises you, a wave of arousal flooding over his cock at the words.

"Do that again, Gorgeous. Squeeze my fuckin' cock with your sweet, tight pussy," Tony says, and you do. He speeds up his thrusts, effectively building up your orgasm until you're on the edge, needing just a little more to be pushed over.

"Are you close, huh? Is my cock-hungry slut close?" Tony asks, and you nod to the best of your ability, his hand still stifling any moans leaving your lips.

"Look at yourself as you cum; I want you to watch yourself as you cum all over my thick cock, splitting you open like a good girl," he orders, and the second your eyes are focused on yourself, your orgasm washes over you.

"God, nothing can stop us now, Gorgeous! You feel so fucking good when you cum on my cock, and I never want to stop splitting open your pussy on my monster of a cock," Tony growls, and you whine against his hand, your fingers gripping the edge of the counter tightly.

It only takes a few more strokes for Tony's pace to falter, and when you feel the warmth of Tony's cum filling you up, you close your eyes as he pulls you against his body.

"Hmm, you felt so good, Gorgeous. I definitely want to do this again. What do you think?" Tony tells you, and you let his words sink in, unable to speak quite yet.

As Tony patiently waits for an answer, Tony pulls out with a soft groan, and he cleans both of you up before pulling down your dress, keeping your panties in his pocket for himself to enjoy later.

Once you've found your footing, you turn around and lean against the counter, looking at Tony as you smile softly. The first thing that comes to his mind as he looks at you is that you're overwhelmingly cute, with flushed cheeks and a soft smile.

"So, did you give it a thought?" he asks carefully as he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear.

"I'd love to do it again, Tony, but we should keep it casual. Just friends and coworkers who happen to fuck each other too. No feelings, no commitment. Just a good fuck when we both need it," you say, and Tony agrees.

Despite the agreement you both made just now, Tony leans in to capture your lips in a soft kiss. His facial hair feels rough, the complete opposite of the way he kisses you. Your arms wrap around his neck as you pull him closer.

His tongue licks your bottom lip, and you gladly open your mouth for your tongues to explore one another, the feeling of Tony's hands on your body as they squeeze softly almost overwhelming.

Eventually, you pull away as the need for air becomes too much, and you tuck your face into Tony's neck, inhaling his warm scent. It's very familiar and gives you a sense of security with how your bodies are pressed together.

"We can't tell a soul about what happened, okay? I want to keep it strictly professional when the others are around," you tell Tony after pulling back, your gaze locked onto his deep, dark brown eyes. He nods in understanding, and you smile before letting him go.

The moment Tony steps away from your body, you already miss his touch, but you don't give yourself much time to think about that because as soon as the lock clicks, you're instantly back into 'PA mode.'

Tony opens the door before stepping out, and you quickly follow, only to be met by the piercing green eyes of Black Widow herself. Natasha looks at you both with a quirked brow and a smirk; her arms crossed as she takes in the situation.

Both of you get a deep red blush on your cheeks as you can already guess what she's thinking, and she would be correct. She knows what you two did in the bathroom, but instead of saying anything, she winks at you to let you know it's all good.

Your secret is safe with her. When she passes you both, you quickly go back to the passenger chair in front of the Quinjet, only to find there are about 15 minutes left before your flight is over.

The last few minutes are spent in complete silence between you and Tony, but it isn't uncomfortable. You two glance over at the other occasionally, and you can't stop smiling at the thought of what just happened.

You just had sex with Tony for the very first time, and you're already looking forward to the next time he'll be sinking his thick, veiny, monster cock deep into your heat.

Copacabana - Tony Stark

Summary ➣ A letter to Tony Stark, 16 years after his death. Pairing ➣ Tony Stark x Widowed! Reader Word Count ➣ 681

October 17, 2039.

Dear Tony, 

It’s been 16 years since you left this world, October 17, 2023, 16 long years. 

It's surreal to think that it's been this long. At times, it feels as if we're still the teenagers who first fell head-over-heels for each other, dreaming of a future without any obstacles in our way. 

The memory of our first kiss still lingers, like a cool breeze on a warm autumn day, in the midst of an October rain, our clothes soaked and sticking to our skin. Young and reckless, having just graduated from MIT with bright futures ahead of us. But in that moment, all that mattered was the taste of your lips, the warmth of your body pressed against mine. The world faded away as we stood there in the rain, lost in each other's embrace.

I watched as you slowly rebuilt Stark Industries after the passing of your father. We had just eloped to California, swept away by our passionate love, keen for a fresh start. But money had changed you. I tried to understand the pressure of carrying millions on your shoulders, but it became harder to reconcile with who you were becoming. Yet, despite it all, my love for you never wavered. 

I remember when you were captured in Afghanistan. Those 3 bitter months, I didn’t know if you would return or not. Then you came back, and in your chest was embedded an arc reactor, a false, mechanical pump; keeping you alive, but deep down, I knew you still had a heart. You changed so much after that, like you lost a part of yourself in that cave.

Then the world crashed upon us—aliens, Avengers, and everything in between.

The moments in between felt like a hazy blur, my mind struggling to hold onto the images as they slipped through my fingers like sand. I remembered catching glimpses of you on the news, especially in your impenetrable armour, well. We thought it was, but that fateful day on Titan proved otherwise. 

And it hasn’t been the same since.

Morgan, our little girl. She’s just been accepted into MIT, just like you’ve always dreamed of. In a few years, she’ll be getting her PhD in electrical engineering, just like her father did; hopefully, she’ll inherit Stark Industries and continue on our legacy. As proud as I am, it's bittersweet, to see her follow in your footsteps. I know you would have been so proud of her. But at the same time, it brings up all the painful emotions of losing you and wondering how different things would be if you were still here. 

Morgan misses you a lot, she really does.

On rainy days, we’d sit outside the cabin. As rain splattered against the wooden porch, Morgan would curl next to me, tucking her small hand into mine. She would turn to me with big, curious eyes; "Tell me about Dad," she said, wanting to know more about the man she never got to meet, and I would weave fantastical tales of his bravery, how he fearlessly battled against evil to protect us, but deep down, I knew that he had been just as scared and uncertain as the rest of us, scared that he would lose us.

The humidity feels nice, we seek solace these days, finding comfort in the melancholy beauty that accompanies them. But my heart aches as I think about how much you loved these moments, we used to sit by the lake, talking about how we’d get older in each other's arms, yet you're no longer here to join us. 

Occasionally, we’d still leave a cheeseburger out for you, hoping that somehow you can still taste it in another world. It's a silly habit, but it's all we have left to cling to your memory. We know you're no longer here with us, but our hearts refuse to accept it. It's our way of holding onto you, even though we know you're gone.

We miss you, Tony, and I hope I’ll get to see you again. 

I love you 3000.

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— 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲! 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐜𝐬 — ╰┈➤ + more generalised dating headcanons ๋࣭ ⭑

જ⁀➴ 18+ MDNI — summary: pretty self explanatory — based on an old request from when i was @sjjwriting; <𝟑; cw: preg!reader, allusions to sex (eg, oral — f!rec), large (but legal) age gap, maybe ooc tony? i haven’t even yet seen the ‘iron man’ films, so shoot me now :’), brief mention of praise/degradation kink, daddy kink; tony still dies at end :( !! pairing: tony stark x fem!reader

MAIN MASTERLIST

• okay this may seem morally questionable but there's gonna be a pretty big age gap

• as in, if tony's in his forties during the franchise as we know it, then you’re gonna be in your early/mid twenties. SO I PROMISE IT’S LEGAL, OKAY?

• you met when tony got involved with peter parker, as you lived with him and aunt may in new york. you weren’t related, but she’d been best friends with your mother since her own teen years, and when your parents had passed she had taken you in as her own. you loved her to bits

• peter was a good few years younger than you, and hence like a brother figure — one who annoyed you like hell, but that you still loved just the same.

• cut forward to the avengers’ era when you and T are in an established relationship -> you’re part of their circle and already it feels like home at the compound — you just fit right in

• and while that means you’re one of the group and you couldn’t be more thrilled, tony absolutely hates the way that you're so quick to endanger yourself in his eyes

• therefore — frequent and explosive arguments when you want to get involved but he simply won't let you

• — "tony you can't shut me out of this! i have every right to help if i want to.”

• — "no, you have every right to back the hell away and not get yourself killed because of me."

• but still, the avengers swiftly came to be like family to you

• you and natasha get close as you're nearer in age than a lot of the others are to you; you and her have girls nights out, and tony puts you to bed when you come home drunk

• essentially, in other words, you’re getting the princess treatment all. the. time.

• eg, being the only one that can touch/do certain things around the compound

• and as per sugar daddy! regimen, of course tony stark just spoils you rotten

• and i mean full-on, absolutely dotes on you — both gift giving and touch are his two main love languages

• for example, if you’ve had a bad day? there's his credit card -> "go cheer yourself up a little, honey"

• at first, his fellow avengers are kinda 👀 about such a vast age gap, but they see the way the two of you are with each other — just different. complete.

• because who he is [apart from] and [with you] are like two fully separate people, to be honest.

• nat seeing him in a good mood: “who are you, and what’ve you done to tony?”

• he’s just obsessed with you to be honest, and as such way too overprotective

• — “and where exactly are you going in that dress?"

• — "out for drinks with natasha?”

• — “like hell you are"

• you being like the mom friend even to the members of the group much older than you

• somehow being perfect for tony when his bold hotheadedness is met with your even calm.

• no one ever would’ve thought of him as likely to settle down, but when he met you that was it — his days of being playboy were suddenly behind him

• you host the stark parties with him and look like a young trophy wife on his arm; at least, that's how it appears to the people on the outside who don't know how much you're in love

• sitting on his lap in avengers’ meetings with your arm across his shoulder and his own around your waist

• easy domestic sweetness at the compound — heads resting on shoulders, hands held just because. a cup of coffee made and a kiss on the cheek; soft, whispered “i love you”s at night.

• walking around the compound in just his oversized shirt and your panties, not sparing so much as a single thought for the other avengers you happened to live with. instead, you bet your ass you’ll just walk straight into the kitchen, tony’s hand in yours and a question to ask: “morning guys, who wants coffee?”

• the rest of the group being extremely protective of you, too — especially natasha and steve

• the latter, of course, wants to know exactly what his intentions are with you; and Tony's response is pretty much exactly what you'd expect — not happy at all

• — it went something like, "it's not the 1940s anymore, rogers. in modern terms, that means mind your own business."

• meanwhile, natasha just opted straight for the threat on behalf of her friend; for the girl who was like the sister she felt she’d been missing for most of her life: "you'd better take care of her, tony. i may be your friend, but i’m still an assassin.”

• peter parker, already like an aforementioned brother, called you “mrs stark” way prematurely despite how you’d known him for most of your life. you thought it was cute, and he was in pure shock on the day you first told him you and tony were dating.

• in reality though, by now, tony's had an engagement ring stored away for ages; all he needs now is the courage to actually ask, but the goddamn question just won’t come out.

• and who is it who, eventually, gives him the advice that makes him finally do it? none other than rogers himself, who tony is now reluctantly grateful to know.

• because it turned out that tony was surprisingly insecure about the age gap, but tried hard to hide it. and when you eventually found out you couldn’t quite believe that he was actually saying these words.

• you’d never loved anyone the way you loved him — and yet, he didn’t even see why you did? he didn’t understand why someone so young and vibrant and beautiful as you would ever want to settle with a man “past his prime” and who came with a “fuck ton of emotional baggage.”

• and so only you three knew the truth of your love’s well-kept facade: the great Tony Stark wasn’t quite so arrogant as he’d have the world believe.

• though he was close enough to it <3

• so, you savoured the time spent proving it to him — how you feel — with your hands, mouth, tongue. Sex with tony is certainly an experience, going rougher when you want it but so tender when you don't.

• and let me tell you that man gets pussydrunk as hell and it drives him insane.

• just imagine this level-headed genius who approaches every problem and scenario with logic, suddenly unable to focus past the hard-on in his jeans because you sent him a dirty text while he was in the middle of a meeting

• and you do that a lot — teasing him in public is your new favourite thing; a photo of you scantily dressed or a message saying just what you'll do to him later

• his hand is always on your thigh when driving, or when just sitting anywhere in public/at the compound.

• he’ll also deliberately tease you in public or when you’re both with the others at home, just to watch you blush and struggle through attempts at conversation while his hand beneath the table’s roaming higher up your skirt

• tony’s had so many meetings with the other avengers that he’s had to cut short — all because of you, because he needs you right there and then, and can’t seem to wait a single moment longer

• not that you’re complaining

• he takes you on dinner dates in restaurants where he still insists he pays; even after all this time spent together, he’s never once stopped trying to romance and treat you <3

• he’ll leave a box with a bow on your shared, kingsize bed and within it? — a dress and a note: wear this for me tonight, and be ready for 7. love you, honey, it reads

• and good lord, the man has very expensive good taste — it feels too much !

• but it appears that he literally cannot stop buying you gifts; that man is whipped as fuck and he knows it, yet somehow wouldn’t change it for all the world.

• you two often leave for the bathroom at most social functions, like you’re teenagers again. but what can he do, when there’s a counter right there waiting for you to sit on, for him to kneel before as he slides that thin scrap of lace down your knees, off your ankles, to the floor?

• but still, he’s a perfect gentleman in public — a hand on your lower back to guide you through crowds.

• going to black tie events on his arm as his "pretty, young thing,” turned eventual wife

• let's be real, there’s a clear daddy kink. also heavy on the praise, maybe light degradation? pet names "sweetheart,” "honey,” “baby" — the latter mainly after a fight

• you being the only one that can make him see reason, despite how you often have your differences, too.

• most of your fights come from when he’s trying to martyr himself for the world, yet still you're the only one that can humble him, who he’d get down on his knees and beg for.

• having to be protected because you're with a man in such a high position of wealth

• "mrs stark” 💅🏻 has such a good ring to it now, much better than “that young girl he’s with”

• jealous and protective tony when men make their thoughts of you quite plain; and though he’s rich and successful — now an old household name — he’s not above the odd fight for your honour 😌

• absolutely adoring happy, who’s now become your personal security guard, too. you get along so well and to him, you’re both like a good friend and a kind of daughter figure in one

• even after all this time, you still team up with peter to tease mr stark ♡

• the four of you are like a family — five, once your little baby daughter is born <3

• and of course, she’s a daddy’s girl too — just like her mama, and who really could blame you?

• when you're pregnant his protectiveness absolutely ricochets up several notches; not to mention his own hormones for the mother of his child ;) -> those too have risen <3

• so now he’s far less subtle and even more of a total, stubborn pain in your ass ♡

• nine months come and pass, and all the while tony is just worried sick. he’s desperate to stop doing missions, but when the world needed saving — what choice did he have?

• and so you become a young mother to your sweet baby girl and let tony do just what he has to; and when he doesn't come home you’ve become a young widow left to raise your daughter without her daddy </3

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tony stark as a caregiver <3

requested by @teddysterk!

all this time I’ve been playing human