Summary: Tony rents Coney Island for a night of fun.
Characters: Tony Stark x female reader
Word Count: 2009
Warnings: Smut, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, almost public sex
Author’s Notes: This was a request: Hi there! I had this idea with Tony where he and reader are extremely attracted to one another and they hang out with the avengers in a park or something with those photo booths and they, y’know… fuck there. Requested by @tone-stark. Thank you @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan and @climbthatmooselikeatree for reading it over for me.
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Summary: You want more from Tony than just being his employee. Do you have the nerve to tell him?
Characters: Tony Stark x reader
Word Count: 3431
Warnings: angst, mention of character death, grumpy 12 year old,
Author’s Notes:You can’t even be normal about this one thing, can you? with Tony Stark for Star’s Marvel Mayhem Challenge. Also inspired my own trope challenge and the prompt “Single dad gets with babysitter.” This is an AU.
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Summary: You show Tony just how persuasive you can be. Word Count: 256 [tags under the cut] Warnings: Fluff Author’s Note: We’re super excited about these drabbles and hope you enjoy them.
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Rolling over, you tried punching the pillow into submission, even though you knew it wouldn’t work. You couldn’t get comfortable, no matter how hard you had tried over the last two hours. Truth was, you not only hated sleeping alone, you couldn’t fall asleep without Tony. With a resigned huff, you kicked off the blankets and pulled on one of Tony’s shirts. The last thing you wanted was to stroll through the compound naked.
It didn’t take you long to find him. Tony was at the bar, nursing a glass of bourbon, the expensive one that Rhodey brought home on one of his tours. Tony sighed heavily and scraped a hand over the back of his neck, squeezing the knots that never seemed to go away.
“You’re up late,” you murmured, replacing his hand with yours, kissing his temple.
Tony hummed as he leaned into you. “Got a lot on my mind tonight, that’s all.”
You pushed your thumb into the knot, earning a deep groan of appreciation. “You want to talk about it?”
“Mmm-mmm,” he answered, his eyes drifting closed.
Dropping your lips to his ear, you rasped, “Come to bed. I’ll give you a massage, work out those knots.”
Tony turned his head, his beard scraping deliciously against your cheek. “That does sound tempting.”
“Babe,” you pleaded, your hand drifting down his arm, turning to fit into his hand, lacing your fingers together. “Come to bed with me.” Your lips brushed over the pulsepoint in his neck as you tugged him off the stool.
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You hated stuff like this, you always had. You’d rather be wearing a pair of your old, faded jeans and a t-shirt than the red, lacy, backless number Tony had helped you pick out for the charity dinner. But you’d agreed to go, so you’d squeezed into the dress and the high heels, grumbling the entire time. The damn thing was coming off the second you got back home.
The heels made an obnoxious clicking sound on the tile floors as you hurried down the hall to the common room. You’d promised Tony you’d be ready twenty minutes ago, but your hair wouldn’t twist into the bun you’d wanted to put it in, so you’d had to curl it, making you late.
Had you mentioned you hated stuff like this?
You slipped into the common room, which, of course, was filled with people – Bucky, Rhodey, Cap, Wanda, Nat, and even Clint. You waved, trying to get Tony’s attention, without drawing that of anyone else. It didn’t work.
Rhodey let out a low whistle and Wanda giggled, clapping her hands. They descended on you, the room filling with the murmurs of everyone telling you how great you looked, complimenting your dress, your hair, everything. You were blushing, shaking your head, dodging the compliments like they were hand grenades. The only person you hadn’t heard from was the only one who mattered. Tony.
He pushed through the crowd of people around you, his eyes drifting up and down the length of your body, a slight smile on his face. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his side. He pressed a lingering kiss to your temple.
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A lot of people thought Tony was an asshole, uncaring, selfish, an all-around jerk. But you knew better; you knew that was a wall he put up, a persona he showed to outsiders. He was really a big softie, not always great at the relationship stuff, but he tried. And he was always there when, and if, you needed him. Always.
The day your mom called to tell you that the dog you’d grown up with had passed away was one of those times. You’d excused yourself after hanging up your phone, hurrying down the hall to the quarters you shared with Tony, quietly closing the door behind you before taking a seat on the bed. Then, and only then, did you let the tears fall, hands pressed to your face, crying quietly.
Less than a minute later, Tony was coming through the door, kicking it closed behind himself, talking some nonsense about a trip into the city for shawarma, unbuttoning the cuffs of his tailored dress shirt, rolling them up, not looking at you, not seeing your shaking shoulders or wet cheeks. Once he finally turned your way, he took a step back in surprise, stricken.
“Y/N?” he murmured.
You couldn’t hold back the sobs as you reached for Tony, reached for the one person in this world who grounded you, who made everything better. And he was there, kneeling at your feet, notched between your legs, your hands in his, gently kissing your knuckles, the palms, each finger.
“What’s wrong?” he whispered. “Tell me what it is.”
You mumbled some vaguely incoherent explanation, but it was enough for the billionaire; he only needed to know that you were upset, that you were hurting. He cupped your cheek in his hands, his thumb caressing your cheekbone even as he rained gentle kisses over your cheeks and your lips.
“It’s okay, baby,” Tony said, gathering you in his arms and stretching out on the bed, curling himself around you. “It’s gonna be alright. I’m here.”
Summary: Waking up with you in his arms, just to fall back asleep, is how Tony likes to start his day. Word Count: 161 [tags under the cut] Warnings: Fluff Author’s Note: We’re super excited about these drabbles and hope you enjoy them.
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It was always several hours before the alarm clock went off that Tony started to stir. You were pressed against him, cheek on his chest, bare breasts against his side, arm draped over his stomach, bent at the elbow, hand resting just under his sternum. He never opened his eyes as he moved, couldn’t, it would defeat the purpose of sleeping.
You murmured nonsensically as he pressed his lips to your forehead, cheek, and nose. Once he was on his side, you returned his kisses. Yours landed sloppily on his neck and jaw while his lips continued to press into your hair.
Tony sighed heavily as the two of you tangled your legs together, your ankles hooking just inside of his. You nuzzled into his neck and breathed him in, your fingers sweeping along his back, his mimicking yours as the pair of you began to drift off once again.
Maybe today he would ignore the alarm when it went off.
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