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A bun in the oven | Part 1

PAIRING | Baker!Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Employee!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 5.8K

SUMMARY | The relationship between you and Tony has been going steady for a while, and Tony is ready to take the next step in your relationship as he asks you to move in with him and his cat, Oliver. When you find out you're pregnant not long after the move, your relationship takes an unexpected turn, but you and Tony are set on giving your little baby the best life you possibly can.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established relationship, unspecified age gap, use of nickname (Peach, Detka, Bambi, Baby Girl, Cupcake), parts of Reader's body are described (thighs, stretchmarks, belly), unplanned pregnancy, references to morning sickness.

SMUT | Daddy kink, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, lactation kink, dirty talk, teasing, begging, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), overstimulation.

A/N | All I have to say is... wow. I didn't plan for this fic to become this long, but I'm very happy with how it turned out! I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for all the help during this fic, from helping me when I was stuck during the writing to supporting me through it all; it all means more than you'll ever know. Thank you so much for proofreading this; your reactions made my experience unforgettable! Eu te amo 💜

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist | Part 2

Today is a long and busy day in the bakery for you, especially since Tony isn't there to run things like he usually does. Every Wednesday is his one day off; this time, it is an absolute rush of people the entire day. Your colleague, Alex, had to be called in as well, and you're delighted when the door finally closes; the bakery case is pretty much empty aside from a few cookies and a few stray pieces of pie.

''Why don't you go home? I'm sure the boss will be happy to see you,'' your colleague and good friend, Wanda, tells you with a wink. Since you and Tony started seeing each other, you have been practically inseparable, and you can't wait to see him and little Oliver again.

''Are you sure you don't need my help-'' you try, but she cuts you off.

''Go home, Detka. You've been here since 6 AM; you deserve to let yourself be taken care of at home,'' she says with a knowing look, and with a sigh, you nod, taking off your apron to go home. The drive is surprisingly fast, and before you know it, you're ringing the bell at Tony's house as he asked you to come over tonight.

The door swings open, and Tony greets you in a casual yet sexy outfit, lightly messed-up curls, and Oliver in his arms. A broad smile adorns his face as he takes in your outfit, which is comfortable yet perfect for the chilly weather outside. Tony is the first to lean in for a kiss, and as soon as your lips meet his, every last thought in your head seems to disappear, and all you can think about is that you're home again with your two favorite boys.

''How's my girl doing today?'' Tony asks as you step in, giving Oliver some scratches as well.

''I'm tired. We had a long and busy day, but I'm happy to be home again with my two favorite guys,'' you say before giving a peck on his lips, needing to stand on your toes to reach him since he's quite a bit taller than you are. After a few last scratches behind Oliver's ears, you venture into Tony's house and see how you need a bath to relax your aching muscles on your way to the bathroom.

''I'm going to take a bath, is that okay? My legs are sore beyond belief, and I could use some relaxation,'' you ask Tony, who confirms you can.

''I'll run it for you, Peach. You can just get undressed, and I'll do the rest,'' he tells you before heading to the bathroom. You trail behind him with your Kindle, but he walks faster than you. When you reach the bathroom, the bath is already half full, and there are many bubbles in your favorite scent, Peach.

You quickly undress yourself as you're facing away from the bathroom, failing to notice Tony walking your way as you're going to unhook your bra.

''Please, let me do it, Peach. I missed you so much today,'' he whispers against your ear, and you can feel your nipples pebble at his words combined with the cool temperature in the bedroom. His fingers unhook the lacy garment without a single problem, letting it fall to the floor and exposing your now hard nipples.

His long fingers get a gentle hold of both of them, stimulating them lightly but enough to have you clenching around nothing and moaning his name softly. Your hips involuntarily buck against his crotch, and you can feel him getting harder in his pants, too, knowing he enjoys this just as much as you - if not more.

''D-Daddy,'' you say in a breathy moan, his hands now cupping your entire breasts, massaging them softly, your hands holding onto his arms as he does so. Not long after, he lets them go to hook his fingers behind the hem of your panties, tugging them down in a smooth motion as he crouches behind you, allowing you to step out of them.

''Turn around for me, Peach,'' he asks in a low voice, and you do without hesitation. His lips place soft kisses on your thighs, whispering sweet words to you, his hands gliding from your calves up to your thighs and butt, where they rest for a moment to massage it as well.

''You're perfect in my eyes, Peach, all these curves adorning your body have me falling in love with you every single day,'' he says as his kisses trail up, placing one on your mound, too, right above your pussy. A wave of arousal flows through you as his lips make contact with your sensitive flesh, leaving you to clench around nothing and wish he was eating you out like a starved man.

''Those heavenly, thick thighs I want to be buried between every day, these beautiful stretch marks adorning your legs and belly, your amazing hips that I can never give enough love, and this perfect, soft, poochy belly that makes you softer than the softest teddy bear,'' he says, placing kisses everywhere before finally getting up, his hands staying on your waist.

''I'm so lucky to call you my girl, Peach, and because of that, I want to discuss something with you over dinner,'' he says before capturing your lips again, your fingers digging into his biceps as he takes your breath away. As he pulls away, a small smile dances on your lips, your eyes closed just a few seconds longer to keep the moment's magic alive.

''I love you, Tony, and I want to thank you for everything,'' you say with a shy smile, met with a broad one adorning his face.

''Oh, my beautiful, delicious Peach, you deserve nothing but the best, and I promise to give you nothing short of that every day. I love you so much, and I should thank you for everything you do for me. You truly make every day brighter with your existence, and I can't wait to spend every day together with you,'' he says, stealing one last, deep kiss before guiding you to the bath.

With one playful smack on your butt, he helps you into the bath, and you let the warm water engulf you as Tony crouches next to the tub so he's at eye level with you.

''You can take as long as you need, alright? I'll get started on dinner for us, and Oliver and I will be waiting for you when you're done,'' he tells you, stroking a piece of your hair behind your ear as he looks at you with nothing but love and adoration. With one last kiss on your forehead, he gets up, lighting a candle on his way out before letting you relax in the hot water, and you open your Kindle, ready to finally finish the book you've been reading.

As you let your muscles relax, you subconsciously let one of your hands rest on your belly. Over the last few months, you and Tony have been talking a little more about the possibility of having children, and even though neither of you is actively trying, you wouldn't say no to getting pregnant sooner than later. Little did you know that Tony couldn't stop thinking about you getting pregnant.

As he's preparing dinner for the two of you tonight, his mind constantly wanders about what it would be like to have a little one. Everything seems to pass the revue from how he would care for you when you're pregnant to how you two would raise them. As he thinks about potential baby names, he suddenly hears your footsteps on the hardwood floor as you walk into the kitchen.

''How was-'' is all he can say before he turns around, his jaw practically on the floor at the sight before him. You're dressed in one of his dress shirts, which is about three sizes too big for you, and from what he can tell, you're wearing little underneath. He can't ignore the way he can feel himself stir in his jeans as he looks you up and down, smirking back at him with an innocent look on your face.

''What's wrong, Daddy? Is there something on my face?'' you ask with a mischievous, semi-innocent tone in your voice that has Tony going crazy for you already. It doesn't take long for him to have you onto the counter, two of his fingers working you through your orgasm, leaving bruises on your neck from the small love bites.

''This was your goal, wasn't it? Driving Daddy so crazy he just had to give you what you so badly wanted?'' he asks you, but you're too far gone even to register what he's asking you. All you know is how the pleasure is taking over your entire brain, and white edges appear in your field of vision as the pleasure is becoming too much, and you squeeze his biceps hard as you cum, your arousal squirting all over your boyfriend's arm and the kitchen floor.

With a satisfied smile, he works you carefully through the rest of your orgasm, giving gentle kisses along the column of your throat, his free hand rubbing your thigh soothingly. A slight whine escapes your lips as he pulls out his strong, thick fingers before holding them out for you, allowing you to lick them clean for him. With a content smile, you lick them clean, listening to Tony whispering sweet words to you.

''I can't wait to start our family, Peach; I bet you'll look even more beautiful when your belly gets nice and round. Our baby will be growing to be a healthy and strong person. God, I hope they'll look just like you, Peach,'' Tony tells you, sealing his words with a gentle kiss on your cheek before he helps you back on the ground, your legs still unsteady under your body.

''Careful there, Bambi! How about this: you go and sit on the couch with our little devil, and I finish dinner while you watch some TV,'' he offers, and you nod in response, finally trusting your legs not to give out from under you.

''I love you, Tony; I'm the luckiest woman on earth,'' your hands grab his cheeks before you pull him down, kissing his lips softly before turning around and settling on the couch. Oliver finds his spot on your lap soon after, but this time, he is adamant about lying his head on your belly as if trying to protect it. You don't think anything of it right now; instead, you give him the scratches he desires while watching TV, just like Tony said.

Thirty minutes later, your dinner is ready, and Tony has set the dining room table already. A few candles light the room in a dim, romantic light, your favorite music plays in the background, and the food looks as delicious as ever. How you got so lucky to have a man who is both a master at baking and cooking is beyond you, but you're not one to complain about it for even a second.

As soon as you're seated and ready to eat, Tony cuts right to the point, impatience taking over as he tries not to wobble his leg up and down the entire time. There's a bit of a lump in his throat as he thinks about how to approach this topic, but eventually, he decides to rip off the bandaid and ask you straight up what he thinks.

''Peach, do you remember when I said I wanted to discuss something over dinner with you?'' he starts, and you nod as you grab some salad.

''I want to discuss you moving in with me - with us. That way, you're closer to the bakery; you and I can spend even more time together that way. And I'm sure Oliver wouldn't object to you moving in, either,'' he says softly as his deep, dark brown eyes look into yours in anticipation of your answer.

''I-I'd love to, but the lease of my apartment isn't up yet for another seven months,'' you tell him, brows knitted as you think about the considerable fine you'll have to pay to end the contract earlier.

''You don't have to worry about that, Peach. I-'' he starts as he thinks about how to bring up his next point. ''- I already paid the fine to get out of your contract, so all you have to do is get your stuff before the end of the month, and you're all set to go.''

Your eyes widen at his confession, and you can feel the butterflies in your stomach go wild at his confession. A broad smile works its way onto your lips, and you quickly get up before straddling Tony's lap as you pepper his face with a bunch of kisses.

''Thank you *kiss* thank you *kiss* thank you!'' you told him, and from that moment on, you were slowly either moving stuff into Tony's house or selling stuff that you didn't need anymore. Before the end of the month, you're officially moved into Tony's house, living with the man you love more than anything in the world.

It's been nearly three months since you officially moved in with Tony, and this morning, you got a chance to sleep in as you're having a day off. You're wrapped in Tony's arms as you're lying on top of him, exchanging slow kisses with a hint of tongue here and there, teasing one another a bit. These mornings are an absolute godsend for you both; you always like to make the most of them.

Tony's hands are roaming over your body, slowly gliding over your waist and hips until they find their place on your butt, squeezing suddenly to get a little yelp out of you, making him chuckle.

''What's going on, Peach?'' he says with a mischievous look, and you can't help but giggle at the sight. His usually dark brown eyes have darkened, and there's a hint of lust in them before he leans forward, catching your lips in a slightly possessive kiss, making your head spin from the intensity of it.

"Tony, please!'' you say against his lips, and before you know it, you're lying on your back, and he's lining his cock up with your entrance, ready to push in until he's buried completely. He stills as he looks up, his tip brushing over your entrance as he moves, making you squirm a little at the feeling.

''That's not what I want you to call me, Peach; I believe you know better than that,'' Tony says with a raised eyebrow, and you look up at him with a bashful look, a blush creeping onto your cheeks at what he's asking of you exactly.

"I'm sorry, Daddy,'' you tell him almost in a whisper, but it's good enough as he leans in to capture your lips with his, teasing you at the same time as he strokes his length, letting the head push against your entrance, but it's not enough to slide in, driving you crazy. All you want is to feel him inside you, every ridge, vein, and throb inside your pussy as he makes love to you, makes you fall apart on his cock.

''Please, Daddy, don't tease me,'' you whine softly, the teasing almost being too much as your hand slips down, but he lets go of himself to pin your hand above your head, making your breath hitch at the quick assertion of dominance, your arousal only making you wetter for him.

''But you're so beautiful when you beg for me, Peach. I can listen to it all day,'' he whispers into your ear before softly nipping your earlobe with his teeth, his hips thrusting forward as his cock glides through your folds, making you moan as it rubs over your sensitive clit.

''That's it, Baby Girl, want you to fucking moan and beg for Daddy,'' he says in a growl, the hand that was holding your wrist going back to his length, lining it up once again.

''Daddy, please fuck-'' is all you can say before he slides into the hilt, a long, broken moan tumbling from your lips. He lets you adjust to him before setting a slow, leisurely pace, wanting to take his time to have you fall apart for him. He revels in every moan and whimper falling from your lips, his eyes trained on yours to make sure there isn't any discomfort on your part.

''So big, Daddy, 's so big inside me,'' you breathe out as he pulls out before sliding it back in at an almost teasing pace, stretching out your pussy with every inch that he slides back into the warmth of you. He groans lightly when you wrap your legs around his waist, sucking him deeper into you.

''God, I love being inside you, Peach; I want to fuck you bare every single day until you're pregnant with my babies. Seeing those delicious boobs growing as they're filling with your milk, drinking from them until they're better, and your amazing belly growing round with our baby,'' he grunts against your neck between kisses and nips, which he soothes with his tongue.

''Will fuck you every single day until my cum drips out of this tight pussy, stuffed so fucking full with it that it drips out of you, and I'll stuff every last bit of it back until you're round for me, Peach, is that what you want? Do you want to carry Daddy's babies? Being a beautiful, pregnant wife for Daddy?'' he says as he picks up the pace, and your fingernails are making red lines on his back from the pleasure as you're trying to ground yourself.

''Fuck, yes, Daddy! Want all your babies!'' you exclaim as his cock hits your sweet spot just right, having you dangerously close to the edge without actually tipping you over. You can feel the pleasure building, but you also know you need just one more thing, and you're not afraid of begging for it, knowing how much he likes it.

''D-Daddy, fingers please,'' you croak out; the pleasure of his thrusts has you nearly unable to speak a coherent sentence, but the look of delight on your face tells him you're very much enjoying yourself.

''Where do you want them, Peach? Do you want Daddy to play with your perfect, sensitive, perky nipples?'' he asks as he pulls on one of them playfully, a loud whine escaping your lips at the feeling.

''M-my clit, Daddy, need them on my clit,'' you say with half-lidded eyes. A broad smile is dancing on Tony's lips as he picks up the pace as his thumb presses onto your clit, making the orgasm wash over you with a force you've rarely felt before, squirting all over Tony and the bed with a loud moan, your back arching into him as he praises you endlessly.

''Fuck! Doing so good for me, Peach, cum for Daddy!'' he says, and not long after, he cums too, his seed squirting onto your walls, the warmth filling you up as your hands scratch his back, a deep growl escaping his chest as you're both panting, riding out your orgasms. Tony carefully pulls out before crawling down your body, scooping up the cum that's dripping out and stuffing it back into your sensitive pussy, whines escaping your lips from the oversensitivity.

''Daddy, 's too much!'' you say as you try to close your thighs, but his broad shoulders prevent that from happening as he shushes you. Tears are flowing down your cheeks as the overstimulation gets too much, and you jerk your body away from him, and that's when he stops.

''You're okay, Peach, I'm here,'' he whispers against your scalp as he places himself next to you, and you crawl into his hold, softly sniffling as you let the emotions run their course. Tony's whispering sweet words to you as you come down from it, letting his warmth envelop you entirely under the comforter until it's time to get up and shower.

''Do you want to go and take a shower with me, Peach?'' he asks, and you nod. He steps out of bed and guides you carefully to the shower, where you let the hot water run over your body as Tony gives you endless kisses while washing every inch of your body.

''So perfect for me, Peach, 'm the luckiest man on earth to have such a beautiful wife,'' he says, and you turn around with wide eyes, a knowing look on your face. Your heart skips a beat at the word, but at the same time, the butterflies in your stomach go wild, too, and now it's all you can think about—becoming the future Mrs. Tony Stark.

''You like the sound of that? My wife?'' he asks with a broad smile, and you nod before standing on your toes, placing a soft peck on his lips.

''I do,'' you say with a wink, and then you finish the rest of your shower before heading out, ready to make breakfast for you and Tony and feed little Oliver. With a towel wrapped around your hair and body, you walk out of the shower, only to find Oliver, who has made his way into the bedroom and is now biting something previously in Tony's bedside drawer.

''What are you-'' you say as you walk over to Oliver, whose head snaps to you, his big eyes showing his guilt as he knows he got caught. When you see what he was trying to use as a chew toy, you can't help but let a deep laugh escape before grabbing it and heading to Tony.

''You'll never guess what Oliver did when I walked in,'' you tell Tony, who looks at you with one eye closed as he just got shampoo in it.

''I believe he wants a little brother or sister because I caught him trying to destroy the condoms in your bedside drawer!'' you tell Tony, who can't help but shake his head with a chuckle. Little did either of you know that Oliver's wish had already come true, though you don't know it yet.

You've been sick the past week, and Tony has taken excellent care of you. From showering you when you were too weak to stand on your feet and clean yourself to giving you food and fluids, he has done everything in his power to make you feel better, but in all honesty, it has only gotten worse.

During the entire week, Oliver has never left your side, permanently curled up by your side, on your legs, or with his head protectively on your belly. Right now, you're lying on the bed, a few pillows under your head, Oliver on your lap with his paw on your stomach to protect you, and a thought wiggles into your head.

A while ago, you read something about cats that can sense when a woman is pregnant, and ever since you remembered that moment, you couldn't shake the idea. Oliver is lying with his head on your belly right now, and you're scratching him behind his ears when you decide to call Wanda, as she's supposed to come over with some groceries later that can't wait until Tony's home late tonight.

''Hi, Detka. Is everything okay?'' Wanda says as she picks up the phone after the second ring. Worry is laced in her voice, though you're quick to reassure her.

''Everything's okay apart from me being sick, of course,'' you say with a sigh as you're trying to prevent another wave of nausea, which works this time. Oliver switches positions and is cuddling even closer now, which makes you melt at the sight, and that's when you remember you're still on the phone.

''I- uhm… I have a favor to ask?'' you say in a high-pitched voice.

''Could you- uhm- Will you maybe get me a pregnancy test?'' you mumble, and you're not sure if she heard you, but she did.

''Really? I mean, of course, anything you need, but do you think your being sick might be morning sickness?'' she asks, and you hum in response, your hand lying on your belly as you think of the possibility of a tiny human growing inside you. The baby who will be the perfect combination of you and Tony. It's something you've dreamt about for a while, and now your biggest dream - becoming a mom - might come true.

''I'm about 50% sure. Oliver has been more clingy lately, and I read online that they can sense pregnancies, so I think it might be worth doing a test,'' you tell her honestly, and she agrees to buy a test for you so that you can ease your mind.

''You're the best, Wanda,'' you say before hanging up, and when you do, another wave of nausea hits, and you grab the trashcan just in time. Your morning sickness is the worst when you wake up, but it tends to linger throughout the afternoon, too, which isn't exactly fun either.

Not long after, Wanda has the groceries you requested and a pregnancy test. Oliver is happy to see her, and after a few scratches behind his ears, both of them are settled on your bed, where you can find the most comfortable position right now.

''Thank you for getting the test; I wasn't sure how else I would get one since I can't leave the house in this state,'' you sigh as you play with the box in your hands. Nerves are starting to take over now that you're getting ready to take it, and even though you're 99% sure what the outcome will be, it's still scary.

''It's okay, that's what friends are for! How late are you, if I may ask?'' she asks you, and you look at her with a nervous look on your face. The reality is settling in about how long ago it may have been, and you realize the signs have been quite noticeable. From the morning sickness to the increasing bra size and the fact that you're eating more, it all points towards pregnancy.

''If I had to make a guess, I'd say I'm about 6 or 7 weeks pregnant,'' you tell her, a small smile darting on your lips as you think about the little human inside you. You look at the box before getting ready to take it.

''Will you stay with me? When I take the test?'' you ask her.

''Like you even need to ask! Now take the test; I'm curious if I will be an auntie in 7 months!'' Wanda says excitedly, and you can't help but laugh as her enthusiasm works its way into your mood as well. A few minutes later, the test is taken, and you're waiting for the result.

''Are you hoping for a positive?'' Wanda asks as she holds your hand, and you squeeze it as you think about the answer. Of course, you're hoping for it, but deep down inside, you can also feel a little guilt, as this would mean you would have to give up a part of your dream to work in a bakery, which is your passion.

''I feel like 95% of me is hoping for a positive test, seeing how I've always wanted to be a Mom, and I know Tony wants to become a Dad as well. But there is also this five percent of me hoping for a negative, knowing that if it isn't, I will have to give up my dream of becoming a baker. I know it's not true, but deep down, it's a thought I can't seem to shake,'' you tell her, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes.

''I feel so… selfish to admit it out loud,'' you say as you wipe the tears with the back of your hand, and Wanda pulls you into a side hug, her arm wrapping around your shoulders as you lay your head on her shoulder, letting her comfort you right now.

''It's not selfish to think that way, Detka; getting a child will change your life no matter what, but I think you and Tony will get through this without a single problem,'' she tells you reassuringly, and just when you're about to answer her, your alarm goes off. You pick up the test, and an excited squeal leaves your mouth, seeing it's positive. You're pregnant with the baby of the love of your life, and your dream is coming true.

''Oh my god, I'm so happy for you, Detka! I'm so happy you're going to be a Mom!'' she says as she pulls you into a hug, and now you can let happy tears flow over your cheeks, clamping the test tightly to your chest as you let the emotions run their course. From that moment on, your hands are constantly on your belly, and all you can think about is how Tony's going to react.

Not too long ago, you ordered a cute bandana for Oliver to wear when this day arrives, and you're glad you had the foresight to order it already. Now, you're settled on the couch, and Oliver is wearing the dark blue piece of fabric, happily purring in your lap as you watch some tv to distract yourself from the fact that Tony can come home at any moment now.

''Peach, I'm home!'' Tony says as he walks through the door, and you get up to greet him, carrying Oliver as well. You're excited to see him, but you're also nervous to tell him what's going on.

''How're you feeling, Baby Girl?'' he asks, feeling your forehead for a potential fever. His hand rests on your cheek, rubbing your cheek lovingly with his thumb.

''Good, how was your day?'' you say, and before he can answer, he suddenly notices the bandana Oliver's wearing, and his eyes grow wide as the words sink in.

''Is this- Are you- Is is true? Are you pregnant?'' Tony asks, and you nod as you take the test out of the pocket of the hoodie you're wearing, showing him that you're most definitely pregnant with his baby.

''Oh my god, I'm going to be a Dad! I can't believe it, there's a little baby growing in this belly of yours,'' he says before capturing your lips with his, and not long after the kiss turns salty as Tony's tears escape, so you pull back from it, wiping them away with the back of your hand.

''I'm going to be a Daddy,'' he whispers to your belly as he crouches down, lifting your hoodie to place a few soft kisses on it, whispering sweet things to the little embryo. His emotions are overwhelming as the tears keep flowing, yet he's very happy at the same time. The day he's dreamt of for almost 2 decades is here, and he's happy to share it with you.

A week later, you have your first ultrasound planned, and you're just stepping out of the shower with Tony. This morning is rough, and you even contemplate rescheduling the appointment.

''Are you sure we have to go today? I want to lay in bed,'' you try to convince Tony with a slight pout, which he swiftly kisses away.

''I'm sure we have to go, Peach. I know you want to stay in bed, but we'll see our little Cupcake for the first time today! If you want to stay home, we, of course, can, but I think it's important we go if you're feeling good enough, my juicy Peach,'' he tells you, and with a soft groan, you let your head fall against his chest. Tony and his reasonable thinking have you feeling some way, though you know he's right.

''Alright, but only if I can go in a comfy outfit; I don't feel like wearing jeans or a bra today,'' you tell him. A smirk appears as he leans in to whisper the following words in your ear.

''You will never hear me complain about you not wearing a bra or panties, Peach. You know that's how I want you always to walk around.'' Your breath hitches in your throat at his words, and you turn your head to capture his lips with yours, giving him a deep, passionate kiss that leaves you both breathless.

''God, I love you so much,'' you tell Tony before turning around and putting on a comfortable outfit, ready to go to your appointment. Armed with your water bottle and some medicine against the worst of the morning sickness, you go to the car, and 20 minutes later, you're at the hospital, ready for your appointment.

During your time in the waiting room, you get increasingly nervous, and Tony can tell by the way you're fiddling with your hands that something's going on. He grabs one of them and squeezes reassuringly before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

You're called in a few minutes later, and it's finally time to see your baby for the first time. The nurse explains everything, and before you know it, you can not only see your baby for the very first time, but you can also hear a rapid heartbeat that has both you and Tony tearing up. Your baby is healthy and growing at a rapid rate.

''Congratulations, you two, your baby is happy and healthy there! You're about eight weeks along now, meaning your due date will be around February 14th,'' she tells you, and you look at Tony with pure adoration in your eyes. You'll possibly have your love child on the day of love, making it perfect.

''Thank you so much,'' you tell the nurse, and when you're finally home, you're cuddled up on your bed, just like you wanted before you left the house. You're sitting on Tony's lap with your back against his chest, your legs stretched out over his, and Oliver is lying on your lap, his head cuddled up against your belly.

''What do you think about becoming a big brother, Oliver? Are you as excited as your Daddy and me?'' you ask him, and Tony places his head on your shoulder to see his little boy's response. Oliver bumps his head carefully against your belly, and you can feel yourself melting into Tony's hold, his hands splayed out on your stomach.

''Meow!'' Oliver responds. You have never felt so loved as you do now. Your boyfriend is by your side, your cat is on your lap, and a baby is in your belly. The rest of your life is officially about to start, and you can't wait.

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– LITTLE BAMBI

synopsis | Bambi pushes Wanda too far.

pairing: darkish!wanda x fem!reader

warnings | smut, heavy bdsm (18+)

word count | 2.3K.

You shouldn’t have picked up the candy.

Matter of fact, you shouldn’t have even looked at it.

In retrospect, it was probably the most foolish thing you had done today. Despite your attitude, Wanda promised you ice cream if you behaved at the grocery store. But for some reason, the sight of a huge bag of candy rendered you completely stupid.

You wanted that candy more than anything.

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“Baby, I’m not gonna tell you again. I am not buying any more candy. We have enough at home.”

Wanda grabbed the bag from your hands, putting it on a random high shelf you couldn’t reach.

You didn’t care about the candy at home. You wanted this one and you weren’t going to stop until you had it.

“I don’t care. I want this one!” Your voice carried through the aisle. Strangers turned towards you both, but their stares didn’t bother you.

Usually, the redhead was patient when handling your outbursts. Her solid emotions never seem to fail her, but her eyes flashed red & her face grew eerily still.

Today was hard. You had been acting up since the morning about every little thing.

Your breakfast was too cold -because you refused to get up - so Wanda had to make a new one.

You wouldn’t brush your teeth unless Wanda did so she had to brush her teeth twice.

You didn’t like the outfit Wanda set aside so you destroyed your room looking for a new one, leaving a ridiculous mess behind that Wanda would have to clean up.

The witch had had it with your behaviour. You assumed you were exempt to Wanda's wrath because of what you meant to her. It's as if you forgot who she was. The Scarlet Witch would never let anyone talk to her like that, not even you.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” Her voice quiet, yet full of venom. She didn’t need any more public attention drawn to her.

The return of Wanda Maximoff made headlines just a few months ago. In the same sentence, public newspapers commended her return to the Avengers while insulting her reaction to the aftermath of the war in Wakanda. To the sacrifice and then murder of her late husband.

Humans were no longer afraid of what she could do and it irked the woman beyond measure.

So much for being the ruler of the universe. At the very least, she had you to rule over.

She stalked close, coaxing your head back to meet her eyes. Her hand rests on your head, stroking the loose curls behind your ear. The action was sweet, but when it came to a vexed Wanda, anything sweet always turned sour.

Harsh fingers pinched your lobe and your brows furrowed in pain. Her hold never let up at the sight of your discomfort.

“All day you’ve been acting like a spoiled brat. I’ve been nothing but patient with you, Bambi,” her grasp on your ear tightens, “but Mommy’s had enough now.”

Guilt swarmed your chest. You really fucked up this time.

Upsetting your girlfriend was never something you enjoyed, despite the amazing sex that followed.

Others may believe you like to rile her up, but deep down, you were most fond of pleasing the older woman.

Nothing made you happier than being Wanda’s good girl, even good ole’ rough fuck. If you had to choose, you'd favour Wanda's gentle caress and whispered sweet nothings to her punishing touch and degrading insults.

You knew that it took a lot for her to lose patience with you, so you must’ve really pissed her off.

You were practically begging to be punished.

You don’t want her to leave you though and find a more well-behaved girlfriend. The thought of Wanda no longer wanting you made you feel sick, and tears welled up in your eyes.

This was all a mistake. You shouldn’t have pushed too far.

“Because of your disgusting attitude, we’re no longer getting ice cream.” The calm venom replaced by a malice tongue.

Wanda looked around, surprised by the shift in the tone of her voice, and noticed that prior onlookers had left the aisle.

“You can’t even follow simple instructions so we’re going straight home, and I want you ready, upstairs, in our room. Do you understand me?” Her question emphasised by a firmer grip on your ear.

Your obstinacy melted like snow, and your gaze fell shamefully to the ground.

“Yes, Mommy.”

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“Kneel.”

Wanda’s voice hard and unwavering.

The first thing she says to you since leaving the store.

The carpet was cold under your naked form. Your eyes shifted to the side, noticing the wide, open window.

“Crawl.” Wanda draws your attention, and you start to move towards her.

“Not to me. Around the room.” She demands with disgust on her tongue, as if you’d know she wants you to parade around the room like a show pony.

Turning right, you crawl on your hands and knees. Humiliation burns brighter with each step. You had no choice, no say, in the matter.

You crawl in the direction of the mirror, catching your ashamed expression in it. You make a loop, turning left, to crawl around the other side of the bed. All the while, Wanda watches like a perched eagle; legs crossed and stare fixed.

After another humiliating lap, the witch orders you to stop in front of the bed. You shift your body closer to the furniture and her hand descends, stroking up the base of your neck to your flushed cheek.

“I don’t like how you behaved today, Bambi.”

The tense room becomes deafeningly quiet for a while.

“You don’t get to speak to me that way.”

She was right.

You said nothing, but she was right.

You didn’t want to dig a deeper grave for yourself.

You’d take her punishment any way she saw fit.

“Up.”

As soon as you stand, Wanda follows suit. The motion too fast you almost miss it. She places her hand on the curve of your back, bending you over the bed.

She holds you there - all is still for a second - before the same hand travels down your hamstrings to your knees. Her fingertips trace patterns across the naked skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Wanda loves teasing you (almost as much as she loves hearing you beg.)

Her touch climbs and snakes towards your inner thigh. Waves of arousal roll in your stomach as a gasp falls from your lips, and is lost in the sheets. Your legs try to shuffle away from her touch.

Immediately, Wanda grabs onto your hips. Pushing herself flush against you.

“Pretty Bambi, why can’t you stay still?” She tuts.

Gone was the dark woman in the store. The game had begun. She could be cruel or delicate with you, and either way, you'd beg for more.

But here she was, gentle as ever with her words, so soft, so loving, with her caresses.

You knew it was all a show.

A means to an end.

But you adored this Wanda.

Her words had you wanting to melt into her skin. Bubbles float through your mind, and all you could think about was her.

She gyrates her front against you. The thick material of her jeans rubs against your core as you muffle your whimpers with your closed fist.

Pulling away, Wanda takes notice of the dark stain on the denim. Her fingers shift again and tap on the inside of your thighs. “Spread them.”

Your legs shuffle apart as her other large hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back to pull you up.

Another hand rounds you, laying flat against your lower abdomen and applying light pressure. It was enough to make you push your hips back into Wanda. Your shameful noises now free for her to hear.

“Look at you.” She muses, the hand in your hair shuffling to gain a tighter grip. “I’ve not even touched you and you’re a mess.”

You don’t say anything, unable to think of a snarky remark.

“Isn’t that right, Bambi?” Her teeth graze your lobe as she sucks it between her lips.

“Y-Yes.” You stutter.

She nuzzles into the crook of your neck and inhales the faint scent of your perfume and sweat. She hums against the flushed skin, causing you to squirm against her.

“Stay still or you won’t come tonight.” With that, her grip leaves your poor hair. Warm hands run slowly along your front, heavily avoiding where you want them the most.

Another ploy to get you to move - to break the rules- so she could punish you further.

You hold your ground, body as still as ice, as she caresses sensitive parts of you. You never wavered even when she bit hard into your neck.

“Good girl,” her hands rest back on your stomach, “I knew you could listen to Mommy.”

Joy blooms in your chest. Of course you were a good girl. That’s all you ever wanted to be for Wanda.

Without warning, she cocks her hand back and lashes it against your ass with a sharp slap. You cry out at the unexpected blow, your hands grabbing tightly onto whatever part of the woman you could reach.

“Too bad you couldn’t be this good in the store today.” She manoeuvres your palms off her and back onto the bed.

A light touch slides between your cheeks, towards your core, and a finger languidly circles your clit. “Hm, what was that about, baby? You don’t wanna be my good Bambi anymore?”

The pleasure overrides the pain, and soon enough, Wanda pulls away, landing another hit to your other cheek. This back-and-forth of pain and pleasure happens until you break; tears fall freely, moans and sobs mix together, and muddled words babble from your lips.

“P-please.” The only coherent word Wanda has been able to hear in the last thirty minutes.

“Please what?”

“I wanna come.” You admit bashfully.

Wanda’s hand cups you entirely. Slick moves between her fingers. You’d never been so wet.

Two deft fingers poke against your entrance, before sliding in, meeting no resistance. The stretch was heavenly. She began to pump her digits firmly and the friction against your walls had all sorts of whimpers tumbling from your lips. Her other hand spreads your cheek, marvelling at the way her fingers are sucked deep inside of you.

She fucks you quicker and, soon enough, you’re close. You expect her fingers to stop any second now, but she doesn’t. Instead, her hand works harder and faster, drawing you closer to the edge.

She grabs onto the back of your neck, pushing you over into the soft bed. You’re gonna come, you haven’t asked permission but Wanda’s not even letting you breathe at this point.

Just as you’re about to fall, she rips her fingers away, and an overwhelming pain ravishes your battered form. Your legs buckle underneath your weight as you sob openly into the sheets.

This time, Wanda’s hand constantly rains down on your sensitive pussy with a cruelty you’ve never felt before. Inhumane noises claw from your hoarse throat. You fling your arm around to grab onto Wanda’s buried into the back of your neck.

A beg for mercy.

She releases her hold, completely stepping away from your convulsion form.

You look so beautiful all fucked up.

Wanda climbs onto the bed, shuffling into a seating position against the headboard. You feel the movement but don’t make any effort to see what’s going on.

Pain is all you know.

She watches you cry for a while. The way tears puddle underneath your eyes reminiscent of the stain at the end of the bed.

“Bambi.” Wanda calls.

She was done with your crying.

“Come up here with me.”

It’s a struggle but you make your way towards her. A hand sweeps across your forehead, pushing stray curls away off your damp skin. Her thumb cuts off the river of tears flowing down your cheeks.

Hopefully, she’s done with your punishment and now you can just rest.

You settle between her legs and go to lay your head against her chest, but her words stop you. “Uh uh, we’re not done yet, little one.”

Such nice words and yet such a evil meaning behind them.

A part of you wants to refuse and just lay down, but you were exhausted, and fighting against her would only prolong your torture.

So, you sit up on your knees, hands flat against your thighs, and await your orders.

“Good girl.” Wanda praises. The thumb that was just wiping tears now rubs across your strained nipple.

“Mommy’s so proud of you.”

You smile gently.

She grabs your hands and guides you forward.

“Come sit on Mommy’s lap.”

For the first time today, Wanda kisses you. Her lips softly push against yours. A juxtaposition to her harsh assault on your body. Her tongue lulls against yours and her arms wrap around your waist, holding you close.

She was still fully clothed but you took a chance and tug at the hem of her shirt. “Mommy, please.”

Wanda only pecks your lips before guiding your hands to take her shirt off. She wore nothing underneath. The desire to touch has clouded your senses. You don’t even care about coming anymore. But before you could make contact, Mommy intervenes. Instead of striking you, she speaks softly, “no, baby.” To which, you don’t ignore.

You try to wiggle out of her embrace, embarrassed to be denied, but she's stronger than you, so you easily give up. You choose to ignore the fact that her naked breasts are pressing against yours.

“You can look, baby, but no touching.”

This was probably the most torturous thing to happen today.

A tingle below brings you back to reality. Skilful fingers travel slowly through your folds, purposefully missing your clit., before stopping at your entrance.

“You’re gonna ride mommy’s fingers, yeah?”

Hesitation crosses your face. You want to come but the fear of another edge lingers in your mind. It was too much of a big decision for a Bambi like you.

“I promise you’ll come this time, baby.”

With that, two fingers dip inside. Just the very tips of her long digits. You knew better than to take more than what Mommy offers. Your muscles tighten but you hold your stand. As a reward, you were given an inch. And another. And then another.

Until, your pelvis met the flat of her hand. Wanda didn’t move, she just watched your face contort in pleasure, in the feeling of almost being full.

One last test.

After a while, Wanda grunts in approval, slowly pumping her fingers. The sensation almost had you falling into her, but your hands grab onto toned shoulders. The witch doesn’t mind. Such a fragile thing like you needed some help, some stability.

“You gotta fuck yourself as well, baby.” Wanda’s voice full of humour.

“I can’t be the only one doing all the work.” Her light- hearted laugh echoes.

You almost cry in relief, feeling her fingers brush your spot as you rock back and forth. Being full after so much overstimulation, was a feeling unlike any other.

Wanda's free arm snakes around your hip, controlling your movement to be in time with her thrusts. She rocks you faster, and your nerves brush against her toned stomach.

She only curves her fingers inside, fucking you harder.

“One more?” She asks, the third digit already aligned with your hole.

You moan in reply. Your head rolls backwards.

“So beautiful, my little Bambi.” Her soft praise lures you to the edge once more. Your body in desperate need of release.

“Ready, baby?” Wanda gives a kiss to your cheek, just missing your lips. Your hips stutter as your walls flutter around long fingers.

“Yes! Please! Mommy, please!” Wanda quickens her pace, hitting your sweet spot consistently.

“Okay, baby. Come for Mommy.”

Her gentle words were music to your ears as you fall limp against the woman. Your heart rate skyrockets as you frantically try to catch your breath. Wanda hushes your sobs, the pleasure too intense for your wrecked body. Her palms run up and down your back, helping you ride out your orgasm.

The sun sets before you calm down. The night plunging your room into darkness, if not for the lamps on either side of the bed, and the moon shining through the window.

Wanda still has you in her arms. She’s singing to you in her native tongue as it lulls you to sleep. Almost.

“Little one.” Wanda raises your heavy head, lashes fluttering in an attempt to acclimate to the dark. Wanda's face was only partially highlighted, but she was just as lovely in moonlight as she was in sunlight.

“You okay?”

You don’t want to talk so you push your lips against hers and she lets you. The kiss was slow, and all lust had dissolved. Only love remained.

Remembering the witch’s semi-nakedness, you cup both breasts comfortingly. She doesn’t object.

Usually, Wanda would let you to touch her after she had played but she notices how sleep fogs your vision. You were running on automatic and needed rest. Wanda’s need to look after you will always outweigh her arousal.

Besides, there’s always tomorrow.

Wanda cradles you against her chest and shuffles the blankets over you both. She swirls you onto her side as she lays flat, burying your head deep into her neck.

“Night, little Bambi. I love you.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #my fics! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

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littlelivslibrary · 1 year

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I know this is like a week late, but what would the trio do for valentines Day?

Valentines Ask? For our lovely Trio! and their baby girl? Coming right up!

1218 words. I do not do things in small measures😂

Enjoy loves! <3

You had been woken by kisses and breakfast in bed. Your favourite foods and go to morning drink (as well as a glass of water) had been set out delicately on a lap tray with a single red rose in a cute vase. The four of you then tuck in and eat while talking about sweet nothings, as well as you trying your best to get them all to tell you what they have planned. Of course, they don’t. Once breakfast is finished - as well as your water, Natasha was adamant on you finishing that - you’re coaxed out of bed and into the wardrobe by Wanda. A lot of neck kisses and a couple of ass gropes later, you’re dressed and released to go finish off in the bathroom.

They take you ice skating. An excuse to hold you close? You’re about 90% sure; especially as you spend the majority of your time on the ice clinging to one of the trio with a vice grip - you may or may not have even made Natasha grimace when your nails dug into her palm - but do you let that slow you down? No. And neither do your ladies. Even if they’re wearing your nail indents on their skin. You eventually feel confident enough to break away from your stable girlfriends and try skating off on your own (you ignore the fact you know you resemble Bambi on ice) and make it around the entire rink without falling on your ass once. You let out an excited squeal before a rogue child appears out of nowhere and takes you both crashing down. Yeah, after that, you’re done with ice skating. For a while.

The next activity, much to your relief, is on solid ground; or rather, the back of a car. This is where you meet Jim, the trio’s! driver as he greets you with a smile and opens the door to a black Rolls-Royce (because why not?). You all climb into the car and your question on where you’re going gets ignored. Instead, Natasha opens a bottle of champagne and tuts at you for being such a nosey little girl. Ten minutes into the drive, you’re already halfway through your drink in its crystal flute (could they be any more fancier?) and Wanda’s hands are getting very cosy on your body. You blink, and Natasha is on her knees between your legs and Carol tells Jim that you all would like some privacy. Much to your relief as your eyes are seconds away from boring holes into the GPS screen and you’re sure your cheeks could give someone 3rd degree burns. The second the partition is up, you’re torn to shreds. The three women reduce you to jelly in no time. Carol whispers into your ear, “Careful kitten, we don’t want Jim to hear what we’re doing back here, do we?” after you let out a loud and long moan when Natasha stuffs your needy hole with three of her fingers. By the time you arrive at your unknown location, you’re breathing deeply as if you’ve been starved from oxygen (which, with Wanda’s fixation of giving you hand necklaces when you’re being mercilessly pounded into, is a high possibility). You’re given fresh clothes to change into - because obviously that’s something your trio! thought about - and escorted out of the car to an empty barn. What you’re met with makes you gasp: candles are dotted all over the ground, encased in glass jars, and in the centre of the barn is a large red chequered picnic blanket adorned with cushions and pillows and fluffy throws to keep you all cosy. In a cooler there’s champagne and wine and you’re guessing snacks too. And water. It’s perfect. Like from a scene in a movie. You get teary, you won’t lie.

The four of you watch your favourite romantic comedy, settling in under the blankets with fresh drinks in your hand. You all but swoon when Carol pulls out chocolate covered strawberries. It’s such a picturesque moment and you never want it to end. But unfortunately, like the champagne and snacks; the film finishes. Only, the trio have more plans. Of course they do. You’re stripped bare and within mere minutes they have your eyes rolling back in your head and your hands grasping onto whatever they can find. You hear the familiar humming on a vibrator once you’ve regained some composure and try to shut your legs with a whimper. Wanda nips your inner thigh, a silent warning while Carol situates herself on your face. “Let’s see if you can make Carol cum before you can.” Natasha says, placing the tip of the vibrator on your very sensitive clit, smirking and letting out a pout when your body jerks. “Oopsie, set that onto high. My mistake.” You’re too busy focusing on licking at everything Carol has to offer you and trying to hold off your impending orgasm to fully understand whatever it was Natasha said. God, you hope it wasn’t an order. You missed it completely. Two fingers slowly enter you and you whine loudly, causing Carol to let out a loud groan from over you. Her hands nearly tear out your hair while your own hands grasp her arse for dear life. Natasha says something else and you only catch the last of her words, “…make me cum baby…”

Much to your relief, Carol finishes before you. She leaks around your mouth despite you swallowing most of it; what you can’t catch dribbling down your chin and onto your neck. She whines loudly, nails scraping against your skull and she pulls your face so close into her, breathing isn’t an option for a second. Carol climbs off your face and kisses you, shoving her tongue into your mouth. “You can cum, baby. Go on.” You and Natasha finish in unison; your moans echoing loudly from the walls. Your release squirts out little over Natasha’s hand and your body violently trembles. You inhale a bottle of water whilst nestled into Carol while Natasha devours Wanda in front of you.

On the drive back into the city, Natasha tells you all that you missed your reservations at a fancy restaurant and whilst you’re a little gutted, you tell them that you would much prefer a couple of greasy burgers and a shake. So you do. Your millionaire girlfriends drive you through a Drive-Thru in their Rolls-Royce. The whole thing is ridiculous but you love it. The four of you - and Jim - feast on the fast food until you’re sure your stomachs are going to explode.

To end your day, you take a stroll through the park until you end up in the cafe where you had your first date. You try to order a coffee but end up with a decaf coffee instead. When you try to argue, you’re met with three stern faces and quickly back down.

When you’re back at your - because you had forgotten to get something - you lead your women into your bedroom and present them with a card and a small gift each. They take it in turn to kiss you and open what you got them.

How do they thank you? With one last, very intense, orgasm.

By far, the best Valentine’s Day to date.

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odetochildhood · 6 months

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Pet name ideas that will remind you of childhood:

Mimzy

Buzz

Cosmo and Wanda

Odette

Simba

Bibble

Puffle

Bambie

Blossom

Esmeralda

Casper

Max and Ruby

Ramona

Eloise

Nemo

Kida

Matilda

#had this in my drafts #barbie movies #barbie of swan lake #the last mimzy #toy story #atlantis #ramona and beezus #club penguin #barbie fairytopia #finding nemo #childhood memories #childhood nostalgia #throwback #early 2000s #matilda

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sweet--escape17 · 8 months

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Your bambi Wanda art is amazing

THANK YOUUU!! I was bored out of my mind and came across cthulhus-curse 's account and saw their artwork. I got inspired so I fought my laziness and worked on it. (Artblock iz real)

#bambi wanda #anon #ask #hybrid wanda

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fanartka · 2 years

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Look at those three little frightening deer, frozen at the sight of the hunter. Hey, you are wizards! Wong, you are the Sorcerer Supreme, have you forgotten? What are you waiting for, attack!

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muddyorbsblr · 2 years

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secret notes part 6: aking hiling

Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Summary: Loki's out on a date with The Lonely Avenger…only thing is, you're in the Tower, in the common room, with the rest of the team. So who'd he go out with?

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: language; reader threatening violence; other than that, nothing, this is mostly fluff [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: idiots in love, mutual pining, Loki in denial, reader oblivious AF; translations will be included at the Author's Notes

It would have otherwise been a typical Thursday in the tower had it not been for the gathering of Avengers in the common area like anxious parents waiting for their child to come home at 9:30 in the evening. You spotted Wanda and Natasha among them, clearly amused smirks on their faces.

"Okay either you're staging an intervention or someone's out on a date and you wanna grill them the second they walk through the doors," you said from the stairs as you made your way down.

"Door number Two, jellybean," Tony answered you. "Rock of Ages for the who."

The strength you needed to keep your expression neutral as you felt your heart turn to lead and drop to the ground…to say it was herculean would have been an understatement. Hell, to say your heart hardened and sank was an understatement. It felt like a sinkhole had appeared in the middle of your whole world and relentlessly sucked in everything in its path.

"Finally," you said with a forced chuckle. "Who's the willing victim?"

"The Lonely Avenger," Rhodes spoke up from his place on the couch. "Stark started asking around after her first live show when we all realized that she was using tech that wasn't even in production yet. Turns out someone from Operations let one of their friends from Accounting borrow it that night and said lady from Accounting fessed up to being her."

"Ah, so we finally have a name and face to the voice." You tried to keep your tone unchanged, despite the fire burning inside of you at the thought of someone lying and pretending to be you just to go on a date with Loki. "So who is the mystery lady?"

"I believe her name was Lady Nicole," Thor spoke from his seat. "Shame it wasn't who my brother wished it would be, but he seems content at least knowing who his lark is. Finally."

His words felt like he'd might as well have thrown one of his brother's daggers straight at your heart. His lark. He saw you as his, and he hadn't the slightest idea that it was you. No. Instead he was out in the world believing he was with his lark now. Instead he thought that his lark was fucking Nicole from Accounting.

But then you realized…

"Wait. Nicole? Nikki? Nikki Patrick?" Everyone nodded, the smirks on your friends faces becoming more prominent as you began to chuckle.

"Why the starting notes of a villain laugh, jellybean?"

You took a breath, trying to compose yourself. "Let's start with Nikki can't hold a note to save her life. FRIDAY? Can you pull up Nikki's open mic performance from the New Year's Eve party and play it through the speakers?"

The most ear-grating tone-deaf rendition of What Are You Doing New Year's Eve began to play through the speakers, making the entire room cover their ears and groan in unison. "Christ on a crutch, that is not Bambi's bird," Tony nearly yelled.

"It's lark, Antony. And no. She most definitely is not." You looked at the area by the elevator to find Loki standing there, visibly seething in a sinful-looking well-tailored suit. "I was taken for a fool."

There was a sadistic feeling of satisfaction flowed through you knowing that she'd failed in doing even a remotely decent job at impersonating you; however, that feeling was quickly extinguished with the disappointment you found on Loki's face once you'd looked past the seething and the frustration. He was offended, that was inherently obvious, but he was also simply disappointed. Dismayed.

"How'd you suss it out?" You took a step in his direction as he angrily shrugged off his coat. You knew that he had a tendency to haphazardly toss things around when he was frustrated or disappointed, and right now he was both, and he was two steps away from beginning to resemble his younger self from his time in Asgard. From the corner of your eye, you saw that Thor was also poised at the ready in case the incoming temper tantrum was something you couldn't talk his brother down from.

Loki tossed the coat in the air, and you moved quickly to catch it before it landed on the floor, before he started answering. "Other than the lack of a melodic voice, one of the defining traits of my lark is that she's bilingual. At the very least in song, which could suggest that she could understand at least some basic phrases."

That was one of your earlier mistakes. You'd sung in Tagalog occasionally throughout your first few weeks, and since it would arouse more suspicion if you suddenly stopped, you made it a semi-regular thing on your channel. "Yeah…she sings in Tagalog, right?" He nodded at you, and you had to stop yourself from chortling when you began to have an idea of how he figured out that Nikki was most definitely a fake. "Mischief, what'd you do?"

"Kinausap ko lang siya."

"'Tas hindi ka naintindihan?" you shot back with a smile.

"God help us all they're doing it again," Tony groaned from his seat. "Point Break, I know you have Allspeak. Translate, please?" Thor did exactly that.

"She absolutely did not understand me, darling. I saw her eyes go blank and then start grasping for words--"

Your collective attention was disrupted by the ding of the elevator, and you watched as Loki's jaw visibly tensed as Nikki walked in to the common area towards the coat closet. "Ah, Nikki. Just the girl we were gossiping about…" you teased sardonically. "Mischief was just telling us about your date."

"Listen I'm really sorry, Y/N, I just I really wanted a fair shot and I thought that maybe--"

"You thought that maybe if you pretended to be someone that he was highly curious about that maybe he would be interested in you?" you finished for her. Had she not clearly tried to take advantage of his curiosities and fool him the way she did, you might have felt the teeniest bit guilty for the way that your attitude was making her fidgety and teary-eyed.

"It's pathetic, and desperate, I know--"

"You know Nikki, I'll give you a piece of advice the next time you try to pretend to be someone. If your assumed persona's bilingual? Aralin mo muna yung lengwahe. Bobo." You vaguely heard Thor's low chuckle as he translated for everyone else in the room.

"Lady Nicole, you fooled my brother," the blonde Asgardian said in a terrifyingly ominous tone. "I do not take kindly to those who take my family for fools."

"You have thirty seconds to get your coat and get out of this floor before I come after you with everything I've got," you addressed the woman who was surprisingly still standing tall and looking you all in the eye, before she eyed you with incredulity as you slipped your fingers through your brass knuckles.

"And what're you gonna do, Y/N? Hack me to death?" she sneered. "Everyone knows you're the runt of the pack."

You nodded, as if you were pondering her words. "That may be so. I mean I am only human after all," you chuckled darkly. "But that doesn't mean that I can't do some nasty work on your face once I get to you. See, Nikki, you offended my friend."

"She offended you, too, darling."

"Oh I know." You broke your death stare towards Nikki to briefly address Loki. "Could we table that for a second? I'm kinda having a moment here." He simply nodded and gave you a gesture as if to say 'continue', and you turned your gaze back to the accountant. "Once I get to zero, you will be off this floor. Now whether it be through your own volition or it be through me dragging you down the stairs myself, by your hair, will entirely be up to you."

"Why are you coming after me?" Her voice was now shaky, as if she was beginning to take you seriously.

You flexed your fist in your brass knuckles. "Mischief here's too much of a gentleman to hit a woman." You straightened your stance and squared your shoulders as you stared her down. "I have no such hesitations. Thirty."

As you counted down the seconds she scrambled to get her coat off the hanger and rushed to the elevator, frantically pushing the button once you got to sixteen. "I need more than fifteen seconds for the elevator to get here, Y/N, please."

"Then you better take the stairs, Nicole. TWELVE!" You heard the staggered sound of her heels as she ran to the fire exit and off the floor by the time you got to seven. When you heard the door close, you threaded your fingers out of the brass knuckles, not noticing the raven-haired god walking towards you.

"Would you have truly used these on her, dear Y/N?" he said as he took the weapon from you to set it down the nearest table. "Seems a wasteful expenditure of your strength."

You laughed at his words. "No, I wouldn't have. I probably would have bitch slapped the fuck out of her though." You waved your open palm for emphasis, which he took in his own, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. It felt like he was trying to ground himself; you could see the frustration almost fading away on his face. "Are you okay, Mischief?"

He smiled at you, but not in the way he usually did. It was superficial, a facade. It didn't even reach his eyes. Instead he tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear then proceeded to cup your face and stroke your cheek with his thumb, beginning to appear visibly calmer than he was a few mere minutes ago.

"Why do I feel like I'm invading some intimate times over here?" you heard Wilson quip from the side. "Did these two idiots just forget there's other people in the room. Hey Horns! Y'all aren't alone in here!"

Sam's words broke you out of the reverie you found yourself in, a hint of frustration once again appearing on Loki's face, making you sigh. "Don't change out of your clothes yet and give me ten minutes."

"What for?"

"You're not gonna end your night with that look on your face. We're going out." You slipped your hand out from his hold and started your way up the stairs.

Halfway up you heard him chuckle. "I don't recall agreeing, darling."

"I don't recall asking, Mischief," you shot back with a playful smile.

"Lady Y/N, if he ends up inebriated you will need my assistance to--"

"We're not drinking, Thor!" you hollered from the top of the stairs. When you reached your apartment and you had a moment of silence, you started to doubt your decision, questioning your sanity as you spoke into the emptiness, "Did I just sign myself up for a date with Loki?"

No, you told yourself. You're going out with a friend because he feels like shit right now and refuses to admit to it, and you're going to either talk about it. Or not. You're just going to be there for your friend. This isn't a date.

Despite the infuriating and disappointing start of the evening, this was a rather pleasant turn of events from where Loki was standing. Who knew that being taken for a fool and returning to the tower from a dinner date cut short due to feeling as if someone had ripped out the very ground from beneath his feet at the revelation that the woman who claimed to be his lark was a charlatan would have led to walking towards a cafe not too far from the Tower, hand in hand with you?

You knocked on the door with the 'Closed' sign in a specific pattern and a middle-aged looking woman opened the door for you with a warm smile. "Y/N! What a pleasant surprise, dear, come in! You're just in time, my latest batch of cakes I'm trying out just finished cooling." It was only when you two stepped foot into the establishment that she turned her gaze to the god. "Oh hello there!" She eyed your joint hands. "You must be the boyfriend?"

A peculiar sensation spread through his body at the thought of being seen as yours. Norns, how he wanted that to be the case. His hand squeezed yours ever so slightly, as if he had a feeling that you would have let go at the elder woman's assumption, and he was silently pleading for you not to.

"Uhh no…I'm not uhh--I don't have a boyfriend, Abbie. Anyways, I want you to meet Loki. He works with me, well more like I work with him and the rest of the Avengers but I'm gonna stop before I start rambling." You turned to look at him once more. "Mischief, this is Abbie. She owns the cafe and every now and then I stop by and test some of her new recipes after hours."

Loki offered his free hand to shake, still refusing to let yours go, and thankfully you hadn't made any motions to relinquish your hold either. "It's good to meet you, dear. Please, sit." She motioned towards a table situated near a corner of the cafe. Quiet. Dare he say, even…intimate.

As if he would be on a date with you. The notion brought a smile to his face.

"I'm game for pretty much anything, Abbie, but if you have anything with lemon in it?" You pointed towards him with your free hand, clicking your tongue and then giving her a thumbs up. He only let go of you once you were sat across from one another at the table, and you proceeded to tell him a brief summary of how you came across this place a year and a half ago.

You'd needed an escape from something you vaguely referred to as "emotional fuckery" and found yourself sitting at this very table, ordering one sweet drink or treat after another until it was time to close. "And that was when I told Abbie my entire emotional fuckery dilemma the way jilted lovers talk to bartenders," you explained. Since then you would periodically pay her establishment a visit whenever you needed an escape or simply had a craving for something sweet.

"So how come you needed an escape tonight, darling?"

He couldn't have possibly been more unprepared for your response. "Oh I didn't need an escape tonight, Mischief. But you did." It was all he could do to not go over to your side of the table, lift you into his arms and kiss you until you were both breathless. "You seem really bothered by what happened tonight."

As you both started taking bites out of the slices of cake set in front of you, he felt this warmth, this comfort that always found its way to him once he spent enough time alone with you. As if he could tell you just about anything without fear of being judged or condemned. It was a heady, dangerous sensation, granted that he could tell you almost anything without that fear creeping in.

He just had to make sure that what he told you didn't consist of the worlds "I'm maddeningly in love with you, Y/N, and I want you to be mine."

He jolted himself out of his thoughts, answering you with, "I am. Truly. I feel as if she had taken advantage of how greatly I wanted to know the identity of my lark. I feel a fool for not seeing it sooner, for wanting to know the answer to her identity so desperately that I failed to acknowledge the signs that her stories had…holes."

"Why do you want to know who The Lonely Avenger is so badly, Mischief?"

"Mostly I wish to thank her," he responded honestly. "There's an emotion behind her words, her songs, that when I hear them I hear…love. I cannot fathom anyone having that kind of emotion for me."

"You are loved." Your voice audibly cracked as you said the words, and when Loki looked into your eyes, he could see the beginnings of tears welling up in them, as if you were fighting them back with all your strength. "You are, Mischief. Trust me. By more than you think."

Just not by you, he thought to himself bitterly. No one else would matter if I was loved by you.

He knew in his heart that he would cease his search for his lark in a heartbeat if his love for you was requited, but instead there would only ever be a dull ache in his heart at the knowledge that you'd only been offended on his behalf earlier tonight because your friend was lied to. That you'd brought him here now as a way to comfort your friend.

It was why he wanted to meet his lark so desperately. He wanted to meet her so that perhaps he could begin to move forward from his unreturned feelings for you and finally be truly content with just your friendship. Although part of him was already resigned to knowing that even if he knew the identity of his lark, it could never truly dispel his affections for you.

As for the rest of him? That part still held on to hope that perhaps you finally did put the voice that haunted his dreams every night to song and that you were behind the melodic faceless and nameless voice that was proclaiming your affections online. Perhaps his lark was someone he knew, someone he already loved.

And she was already sitting across from him at this very table.

And perhaps you would tell him when you were ready.

Or perhaps you're simply desperate to hold on to the notion that she could love you so ardently that she would put that love into song. Perhaps you'd mocked Thor for so long that this is simply Holde making sure you knew the variation of Thor's situation in which you were nothing except desperate and pathetic for this Midgardian. Why would someone as pure as she ever return the affections of a heathen such as yourself?

"I will believe that when I see it, darling," he said, cracking a forced smile your way if only to help in fighting back the tears he still saw lurking in your eyes.

A/N: If one of these two could confess already that'd be great. It's a good thing there's only 2 parts of this series left and it's left in the hands of the outtake-obsessed author ohh wait. Shit. That's me. 😳🙃

Translations: Kinausap ko lang siya. – I simply spoke with her. Tas hindi ka naintindihan? – And she didn't understand you? Aralin mo muna yung lengwahe. Bobo. – Study the language first. Idiot.

Song lyrics translation (taken straight from Google Translate lol):

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