#EARLY Tony stark gets a pass

[goldenhawk-k]

The main problem with MCU!clint (other than not being deaf) is the fact he’s too cool. Clint Barton is a loser idiot bozo three-time-divorced ex-carnie dumbass broke archer. And that’s integral to his character

[buckyysdoll]

— 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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[arkhammaid]

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ THE LIGHTNING ON TRACK | BEFORE FORMULA ONE

fandom. formula one & mcu

about. y/n before her time in formula one

content warnings. written in 3rd person + headcanonish, not edited & proofread!

word count. 0.8k

notes. second 'lore' chapter and the last one before we start with the main arc!! very excited hehe <3

THE CHILDHOOD

born in a private hospital, y/n l/n is the daughter of two times motogp worldchampion l/n. she's not hidden from the world, yet her mother almost takes a whole year to show her in public. two years after her birth, her mother picks up her career again, wishing to add a third world championship to her name.

y/n grew up travelling the world with her mother. attending races while getting homeschooled, she experienced a very exciting life early on. it was stressful, for both mother and child, and yet they wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

because of this, y/n doesn't have many close friends. instead her phone is filled with hundreds of numbers and active 24/7, especially when she grows older. she knows future world champions of different sports, aspiring supermodels and actors, all because her mother has written history in motorsports.

when y/n celebrated her 6th birthday, her mother, the famous lady l/n finally retired and they settled down in the UK. but that didn't stop them from travelling, now they were jumping from place to place for her own career.

not many are aware, but y/n is a genius. when they meet her, they just think she's an incredibly bright child, and showing her vast knowledge off is not something she has ever done. this is why her mother doesn't worry about her education, she's always greedy to know more.

but she's also greedy to win and win she does. she starts her racing kareer in karting, while still wanting to follow her mother's footsteps into the motorsport world, she wishes to become a formula one driver. it's her biggest dream and she will do anything to achieve it.

THE TEENAGE YEARS

y/n becomes a prominent figure within the next generation celebrities of UK and anyone who's really invested in the racing sport. they call her a generational talent, not knowing that her thoughts never stop racing and always calculate the optimal line around the track for the best result.

her mother ensures she has the best trainers, the best team, anything for her pride and joy. with her connections and wealth, y/n takes the motorsport world by storm and claims one victory after another. it doesn't matter that she's a girl, she is the daughter of a world champion, she is a genius, off and on track, and she will win.

her teenage years are filled with glamor and sweat, she's invited to red carpet events and receives paddock passes on regular basis. she's not so naive to believe that this is about her and her talent, the people who invite her just wish for a chance to be connected with her mother.

y/n is 17, when she joins formula 4 with arden motorsport and wins in her rookie year. but there isn't much time for celebration, because in this year her mother got diagnosed with cancer and died at the end of the year. it leaves her struggling but she's also determined to not let this event end her life. her mother wouldn't have wanted that for her.

because she's still not an adult, she can't inherit her mother's possessions and instead seeks her father out, tony stark. she's taken in his care, and while she still struggles with her loss, a new chapter in her life has been opened.

THE ADULTHOOD

after her win in formula 4, due to her mother's death and no team in formula 3 accepting her as driver, she takes a year off. she spends time with her new family, picks up her education and starts to plan the stark f1 team with her father. it's her dream and wish to become a world champion in formula one, but it's also tony's dream to shake the motorsport world up. so they combine their dreams, while exchanging smirks with each other.

y/n is a bit older, when she joins the grid again and races for prema racing. having now raced for two very strong teams, both of which raise promising stars and drivers for formula one, such as oscar piastri, many people start to keep an eye on her.

this completely changes, when tony reveals his only biological child to the world. y/n l/n becomes y/n l/n-stark, now often referred as simply y/n stark. the attention on her exploded, people fought and still fight for her attention on a daily basis.

but y/n doesn't let that disturb her, even after the rumors pick up. the rumors of stark joining formula one, the rumor of a new team. not even when it's finally revealed that stark racing will be joining the pinacle of motorsport in 2025.

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[the-scarlet-witch-22]

Love and Liabilities: Chapter Two (Agatha Harkness/Fem!Reader)

Summary: The weekend before your last year of law schools begins, you celebrate the end of your summer associate position, where you meet an intriguing woman at the bar.

Word Count: 6.6k

Tags: 18+ Minors Do Not Engage!! Smut, dirty talk, light degradation kink

A/N: Hello! I’ll be in rehearsals this weekend so I’m updating a few days early. This chapter, as well as the next few, will be set in the past and marked accordingly. Thank you so much to everyone who read chapter one, I’m so glad you enjoyed it! If you’d like to be added to the tag-list let me know. As always, I hope you enjoy and feel free to let me know what you think. 🩵

Tag-List: @aggieslittleslut @gilmorelivie @ris-ris-mind @sabstance-blog

Ten Years Prior

There was something so enticing about law school. Every attorney you ever met would warn you not to pursue law. It was their biggest regret, they would bemoan, and share horror stories of mountain high piles of readings and difficult exams that would slowly weed out the unworthy. The hundreds of thousands of dollars you would invest that wouldn’t guarantee you to pass the ever dreaded Bar Exam. The world of law was much like a game of cat and mouse; with the law student being the meek mouse and the demanding law professors and your fellow students as the prowling cats. Despite the many, many, many warnings, you ignored them.

You were the first person in your family to decide you wanted to be an attorney, so you were shocked to learn the vast majority of your classmates already had major ins to some of the top law firms in the country. It didn’t seem to matter that you received a top LSAT score, or that you were also accepted into one of the top law schools in the country, just like them. None of that mattered, you were already hundreds of steps behind everyone else. So, you conditioned yourself to work even harder. Endless hours of studying in the library, attending every office hour your professors would offer, taking any opportunity you could to network with any attorney who would reply to you on LinkedIn.

There was an even more alluring pull for you to get into corporate law, or “Big Law.” It wasn’t just the temptingly sky-high salary, or the perks that came with working for a major firm, it was the reputation. The attorneys who worked in corporate law were practically guaranteed a job in whatever other field or firm they wanted to move to next, due to the prestigious reputation they’d previously acquired. Unfortunately, you were competing against the majority of your classmates, most of whom had those direct family connections. Your ambition would always get the better of you, as it merely made you work even harder.

Eventually it paid off, as you received a summer associate position at the end of your second year at the top corporate law firm in Manhattan, Stark & Strange. You spent your summer working alongside some of the more powerful attorneys in the industry, and received paychecks that were larger than anything you had ever seen prior. The firm paid for an Uber Black to take you to and from your shoebox law school apartment, and even gave you a free gym membership. Practically every meal was comped, as you were wined and dined at restaurants where the bill cost more than your rent. It was a foreign world to you, the grueling hours made up for by designer handbags and any luxury you never dreamed of being able to afford, especially not on a summer associate’s salary.

You made a point to stay as late as they needed, and always volunteered to assist various attorneys with whatever work they needed done. Most of it was grunt work, like looking over a contract for typos, or printing hundreds of documents, but you soaked everything up like a sponge. Despite the many hours you spent at the firm, you hardly ever saw the men whose names were on the building, Tony Stark and Stephen Strange. But, you were making good connections with a few of the other attorneys.

Maria Hill, one of the senior attorneys, usually requested for you to assist her on projects. She was only slightly terrifying, and practically ran the firm like the Navy. But, she was extremely knowledgeable and always made a point to introduce you to anyone she deemed important enough. Towards the end of the summer you were working on a tedious editing assignment from one of the junior attorneys, when Maria sent you an email to stop by her office before the end of the day. This wasn’t entirely unusual, as she sometimes wanted your help with a last minute deal, and she would almost always DoorDash whatever meal you wanted if you stayed long enough.

Once you finally finished your assignment, you packed up your belongings and made your way to the top floor where Maria’s office was located. Stark & Strange was a towering skyscraper in the center of Manhattan. Even though you were in a smaller office with a few of the other summer associates, you still had a breathtaking view of the skyline. Many called the design a waste of time and money, but those people clearly never met Tony Stark. No expense was spared when designing the project, and Maria told you it took over a decade to complete. But, when you’re a multimillionaire attorney, money was but a mere object. The hallways were becoming more familiar as the weeks passed, and it was a bittersweet feeling when you remembered your time was almost up.

The door to Maria’s office was slightly ajar, but you still knocked and waited for her curt response for you to enter. She was sitting at her desk, her dark hair pulled back in a tight bun, glasses hanging low on her face as she appeared to be typing. Her office was one of your favorites, it was so open and had a comfortable atmosphere. She had a variety of plants placed throughout the room, and you figured she must have a green thumb, but her paralegal once quietly shared how Maria often committed one of the worst sins of gardening…overwatering. You awkwardly stood near the doorway, contemplating if you should come back when she appeared to be less busy.

As if she sensed your hesitation, she gently shut her laptop, and placed her glasses on the desk, looking up at you. “Sorry about that, Stephen needed a contract updated before tonight.” She motioned to an empty chair. “Come, sit.”

Taking a seat, you nervously folded your hands across your lap, setting your bag on the ground next to your feet. “So, you wanted to see me?”

“I did,” Maria confirmed, giving you a curious glance. “Your last day is tomorrow, right?”

You nodded, and felt a twinge of sadness at the thought. “My first day of classes is next Monday.”

Maria hummed, a thoughtful appearance on her face. “This is your last year of school?”

“Yes ma’am,” You replied, unsure of why she was asking you this.

“Tony and Stephen like to take out a select group of the summer associates every year for celebratory drinks,” Maria explained, and you swore you saw her roll her eyes ever so slightly before adding, “It’s mostly an excuse for Tony to brag more about the firm, but the drinks are free, and strong.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, you didn’t realize they were having another dinner. “Oh, well that sounds nice.”

Maria nodded before continuing talking. “They usually ask the senior attorneys to each invite one of the summer associates, and my pick was you.”

You felt your eyes widen, she picked you? Shaking your nerves aside, you gave her a wide smile. “Thank you so much, Ms. Hill. I’m honored.”

“It’s my pleasure,” Maria insisted, standing up and motioning for you to join her. “I know I’ve asked a lot of you this summer, but you rose to the challenge.”

Lightly blushing, you waited for her to grab her briefcase before you followed her out of the office. “I didn’t mind, I actually really enjoyed all of it.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Maria said, and she seemed sincere. “I believe Tony made the reservation for eight o’clock, but I’ll send you the details in the morning. Thank you again, I’ve appreciated your help.”

The elevator doors opened and you bid her farewell, as she went down the hallway to see if her wife was still working or was wrapping up. You could hardly believe it, sure you were sad that your summer was just about up, but you were one of the few associates selected for a special night out with all of the top attorneys and partners. A few of your classmates told you the partners would occasionally extend job offers to the top performing summer associates for when they graduated and passed The Bar, but you knew there was a slim chance of that happening to you.

Your last day flew by. You weren’t assigned much actual “work”, instead you spent most of the day chatting with the other summer associates and a few of the junior attorneys. Before you knew it, you were signing out for the last time, and handing in your key card and laptop on your way out. Maria had her paralegal forward you all the details, the bar they selected was yet another establishment you normally wouldn’t be able to afford, The Raines Law Room at The William Hotel. One of your roommates went there once with her parents, and gushed about how pretty and unique the space was, so you were excited to see it for yourself. The firm had allotted you one more Uber on their card, and you fully intended to use it.

The drive was surprisingly short, as traffic was relatively light for a Friday night. You sent your roommates a text reminding them that you’d be out late, before focusing your attention out the window. It had almost been three years since you moved to New York for law school, against your parents wishes, and you were still in awe of it. Yes, it was filthy, and there were rats and cockroaches galore, but every major city was dirty. New York was full of history and culture; there were thousands of places to explore, and millions of other people who were trying to find where they fit into this beautiful, messy story. You couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.

You arrived at the bar just before eight, you had a habit of needing to be early for every social function you attended. The Raines Law Room was everything your roommate described, and even more so in person. It wasn’t the usual type of bar you’d go to, and it was broken up into multiple rooms with the actual bar in the center of it all. Many of the rooms were furnished with bookcases and cozy, expensive furniture that reminded you of a library. It didn’t take you long to find your group, as Tony had apparently rented one of the private rooms. There were only around twenty people in attendance, Maria wasn’t kidding when she told you it would be a small gathering. You recognized two of the other associates who had been invited, Kate Bishop and Yelena Belova, and you gave them a friendly wave.

Maria was in the corner of the room, sitting on one of the couches with her wife, Natasha Romanov. You’d only briefly encountered the redhead, as she did a lot of international travel for the firm. They were speaking with Tony Stark, the latter who appeared to be at the end of telling a very animated story. Maria noticed you lingering, and waved you over once Tony finished talking. You awkwardly made your way over, trying not to trip in the process; you’d always been terribly clumsy. There was an empty spot next to Maria, so you took a seat.

“I’m glad you could make it,” Maria warmly greeted you. “Do you remember my wife, Natasha?”

“Of course, it’s great to see you again,” You said to the woman sitting on the other side of Maria.

Natasha offered you a small smile, wrapping her arm around Maria’s shoulder. “Maria’s been telling me all summer how much of a help you’ve been, and believe me, she doesn’t praise just anyone.”

Maria nudged Natasha’s shoulder. “That’s not true, I just have high expectations, unlike someone.”

Natasha playfully rolled her eyes. “Right, of course dear.” She turned to Tony, who was scrolling through his phone. “Have you met Maria’s young mentee, Stark?”

He looked up at the mention of his name, and his eyes landed on you. “Oh right, I remember you. Maria’s been raving about you for the past few months, and Natasha’s right, that’s a pretty rare occurrence for her.”

Maria glared at him, clearly unamused. “Funny as always, Tony.”

Sticking out his hand, you took it and gave it a firm shake. “Thank you so much for the opportunity this summer, Mr. Stark. I’ve learned so much.”

Tony waved his hand in dismissal. “Don’t mention it. Have you met my other platonic, legal half? He’s probably lurking around here somewhere.”

“Most likely avoiding you,” Natasha quipped to Tony, her eyes scanning the room. “Looks like he’s over by my sister.”

Her sister? You turned your head to look around the room, until you saw Stephen lightly conversing with Yelena. You didn’t realize she was Natasha’s sister, and Natasha seemed to note your confusion.

“Yelena doesn’t like people to know we’re related,” Natasha explained, her tone more gentle as her eyes were locked on her sister. “She thinks people will say she only got the position because I work here.”

“Well she’s not entirely wrong,” Tony offered, ignoring the glare Natasha gave him, before wildly waving his arms to get Stephen’s attention. It didn’t take long for Stephen to notice, and you watched him frown.

“Did you need something, Tony?” Stephen questioned, annoyance clear by his tone.

“Well you keep lecturing me on not offering the summer associates jobs without you being present,” Tony pointed out, “God forbid I have any fun.”

“I only told you that because you once tried to convince half of them they could only have the job if they signed a contract saying they could only refer to you as their Overlord,” Stephen pointed out, and Natasha briefly snickered before Maria shot her a disapproving look.

“It was a joke!” Tony exclaimed, pointing at you. “Back me up here, if I told you that, you would know I was joking, right?”

“Um…” You trailed off, your brain replaying what he had just said to Stephen about jobs. “I’d probably have to read the contract first.”

Tony sighed, “The world isn’t what it used to be. Fine then, Strange, you’re up.”

Stephen sat down next to Tony, and just like the latter did, he stuck his hand out for you to shake. “It’s nice to formally meet you. Maria’s kept us up to date on all the work you’ve been completing. How have you enjoyed your summer at the firm?”

“It’s been the most wonderful opportunity,” You raved, wondering if this conversation was heading where you desperately hoped it was. “I’m so grateful for everything I’ve learned.”

Stephen nodded, “We’re always happy to see our summer associates take the opportunity to use all of the resources we have available. Now, at the end of every summer, we like to ask our senior attorneys if they would like to refer anyone for a job. Maria, as well as a handful of others, all recommended you.”

Your brain short circuited, not quite believing what you were hearing. “You’re offering me a job?”

“We’d like to invite you to join the firm as a junior associate once you’ve graduated and passed The Bar,” Stephen continued, and you felt faint. “It’s a written offer that we can send to you on Monday morning.”

“That you’ll have one of the paralegals email out on Monday morning,” Tony corrected him before looking back to you. “What do you say? Do you want to join the greatest firm in the city? The salary is competitive, of course. Full benefits and all.”

Natasha snickered again, only this time Maria didn’t try to stop her, and you remembered how Maria mentioned Tony liked to take this time to brag. There were so many emotions swirling around in your head, but you were mostly in shock.

Stephen seemed to notice you were overwhelmed. “You can take the weekend to think it over, and take a look at the offer on Monday. I’m sure this is a lot to take in all at once.”

You nodded, grateful for that. “Thank you so much, Mr. Strange, Mr. Stark. I’m so thankful for the opportunity.”

“We’ll talk on Monday,” Tony reiterated, standing up, and practically dragged Stephen with him. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you so much,” You acknowledged Maria, who had been quietly conversing with Natasha. “I honestly can’t believe this is really happening.”

“You deserve it,” Maria insisted, relaxing ever so slightly against Natasha. “Congratulations, and I hope we’ll be working together again next summer.”

“You’re getting soft in your old age,” Natasha lightly teased her wife, giving you a wink. “Congratulations, and good luck on your final year of school.”

You thanked them both for a final time, before letting them have some privacy. There were still so many thoughts rushing through your brain, and the room was so bright and so loud, you needed to clear your head. As you started walking out of the room, you entered the main bar and decided that you didn’t need to clear your head, you needed a drink. The bar was fairly quiet, with a few patrons scattered throughout the room. You made your way to an empty stool, and waited for the bartender to finish making a drink before you ordered a vodka tonic.

There was hardly anyone else sitting at the bar, except for a woman a few stools down from you. She had dark brown hair, tucked behind her ears, and she was sipping on a glass of some variety of red wine. From a quick glance, you could see she was reading something on her phone, and you watched the frown lines on her forehead deepen every so often as she continued to scroll. The bartender came back with your drink, and you thanked him before taking a small sip.

“Come here often?” An unfamiliar voice asked, and you curiously turned your head to find the woman a few stools down was now staring at you.

“I beg your pardon?” You replied in confusion, wondering if she was talking to you.

The woman arched an eyebrow at you, and you felt your cheeks flush under her heated gaze. She stayed in her seat, but her eyes remained locked on yours. “Some people would call that a pick up line, but not you apparently.”

“Do you often hit on strangers in a bar?” You questioned, watching her take a sip of her wine.

“Well if you came and sat next to me, you wouldn’t be much of a stranger,” The woman countered, and patted the bar stool next to her.

This was crazy, you reasoned with yourself. This woman could be a lunatic, or a serial killer. But she was looking at you with an expression you couldn’t decipher, and her eyes were so blue that you could feel yourself slowly getting lost in them. Before you fully realized what you were doing, you scooted over until you were sitting next to her. Her red lips turned up in a smirk, and she shut her phone off, placing it in her bag. There was something so intriguing about her, but you couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

“So what brings a pretty little thing like yourself here on a Friday night?” She asked curiously, her eyes hungrily searching yours, and you could feel your cheeks begin to darken at her words. You weren’t used to anyone looking at you the way she was.

“Um, I’m here for a work event,” You said quietly, unsure of how much information you were willing to share with a stranger. “An internship event, rather. What about you?”

The woman nodded, taking another sip of wine. “Mmm, this and that. I’m staying at The William for a few nights while my place gets redecorated,” There was a sparkling glint in her eyes as she added, “And there’s a rather spectacular view of the city from my room.”

The color deepened in your cheeks, and you chose to take a rather large sip of your drink. “Oh, that’s…interesting.”

“Isn’t it though,” The woman agreed, and you watched her fingers lightly twirl around the glass in her hand. “I never got your name, darling.”

“You didn’t ask,” You pointed out, and she smirked at you.

“Feisty thing, aren’t you?” She guessed, gracefully scooting her stool closer to yours, looking at you expectantly.

There was something so addictive about the way she was staring at you, and it made you lower your guard as you told her your name. She let out another low hum, and repeated it back to you, saying it nice and slowly, drawing out each syllable. At this point, she was close enough that you could smell her perfume. The rich notes of vanilla and lavender swirled together through your senses, and you felt yourself becoming more and more distracted. Taking another large sip of your drink, you realized it was nearly empty. The woman also seemed to notice, as she waved the bartender over.

“What are you drinking, dear?” She asked, her voice sweet like honey.

“A vodka tonic,” You replied, and she slid your empty glass towards the bartender.

“Another one of those, please, as well as a Pinot Noir. Put her drinks on my tab,” She instructed the bartender, ignoring your protest that you could pay for your own drinks.

“Don’t be silly,” She gently chided you, one of her hands moving up to brush your hair out of your face. “You have gorgeous eyes, has anyone ever told you that?”

Every compliment was leaving you more flustered than the last, and you had no idea how she was having this strong of an effect on you. It was the alcohol, your brain reasoned, that had to be it. “No, not really,” You replied, your voice growing more timid.

The woman let out a disapproving tsk, her fingers lingering on your face before slowly pulling away. “Disappointing, but not surprising.”

The bartender returned at that moment with your drinks, and you mumbled a quiet thank you, hoping this would give you some liquid courage. You realized at that moment she never told you her name.

Clearing your throat, you did your best not to sound as intimated as you were. She was this beautiful, sort of menacing, and slightly strange woman. You didn’t want to humiliate yourself. “You know, for someone who hounded me for my name, it’s a little odd you never told me yours.”

The woman smirked again, and you thought you saw her lick her lips. “You never asked, dear,” she pointed out, and her fingers reached out to lightly brush yours. “I’m Agnes.”

Her touch, light as it was, felt like a shock of electricity coursing through your system. You kept waiting for her to let go of your hand, but instead she gently turned it so your palm was visible, and began tracing patterns on it as she sipped her wine.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Agnes,” You said, your courage slowly disappearing, and you weren’t sure what it was that you wanted from her, you just knew you didn’t want her to stop touching you.

Agnes laughed, the rich sound ringing deliciously in your ears. “Believe me, honey, the pleasure is all mine.”

The hand stroking your palm began to make its way up your arm, and you were embarrassed by the goosebumps you felt by having her hands on you. Agnes also seemed to notice this reaction, and she was looking as if she wanted to eat you alive. She leaned in closer to you, her breath hot on your ear as she whispered, “I don’t normally do this, but I’d love to continue this discussion in my hotel room. Would you care to join me?”

It would seem tonight was just full of surprises. Her face was so close to yours, and your brain was still actively short circuiting. You’d barely spent any time with this woman, and you only knew her first name, but it didn’t matter. It was clear what this was, a one night stand. This didn’t have to mean anything, and you were riding a high from your job offer; you didn’t want it to mean anything. All you knew was that her breath was hot in your ear, and her fingers were lightly gripping your arm, and you wanted more. No, you needed more. You needed her.

Fearing you wouldn’t be able to produce any actual words, you wordlessly nodded in agreement. Agnes proceeded to close out her tab, and you made a quick note of the Black AmEx card the bartender returned to her. She guided you out of the room, her hand grazing your lower back. You felt like you were floating, and the only thing grounding you to reality was the feel of her fingers stroking your back, slowly moving lower with every step you took.

Upon reaching the elevators, Agnes waited for you to enter before following, and pressed the button for her floor. As soon as the doors closed, it was as if a switch went off. Her hands were all over you, and within a moment you were against the wall of the elevator. While her right hand stayed pressed against your back, moving down to grab at your ass, her left moved up to gently cup your cheek, forcing you to look at her. Her eyes began to darken with arousal, and before you could even process what was happening she kissed you.

You’d been kissed before, and you thought you knew how good it could be, but that was nothing compared to the feel of her lips against yours. She kissed you with fervor, like a woman starving and you were her salvation. Her lips were so soft and smooth against your own, it was addictive. As she lightly slapped your ass, bringing you impossibly closer to her, you let out a moan and she took that opportunity to slip her tongue between your lips. She tasted faintly of Pinot Noir, and you eagerly allowed her to dominate your mouth. Her hips jutted against yours, creating just enough friction for you to imagine how much better it would feel to have more.

The elevator dinged, signaling you were at her floor, and she reluctantly broke your kiss. You let out a quiet whine and Agnes chuckled, leaning in to whisper, “Patience, honey. My room is right down the hallway.”

She nearly had to drag you along, as your legs were starting to shake, and the walk to her room seemed endless. When you finally reached it, she hurriedly tapped her keycard to unlock the door. Yanking you inside, she slammed your back against the door, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. Wasting no time, she began messing with the clasp of your dress, and as it became undone she helped you out of it, leaving you in your bra and panties. The older woman let out a low growl, and pulled you flush against her. Moving you towards the bed, she nearly tore your bra and panties off in the process, before laying you flat on your back.

She straddled your hips, and when you attempted to move your hands up to her waist she swatted them back down. “Be a good girl and behave,” Agnes warned lightly. “I’d hate to have to restrain you.”

You couldn’t stop the moan that left your lips at that threat. Agnes smirked again, taking her shirt off and tossing it across the room, revealing a lacy dark purple bra. She leaned down and kissed you again, lightly biting your lower lip, causing you to groan into her mouth. It felt like she was all around you, but you needed more. You always prided yourself on your patience, but you were quickly losing it. Her lips left yours to trail down your jaw and the side of your neck, stopping near your collarbone. She began to leave hot, wet kisses along it, before biting down on the flesh at the base of your neck and sucking.

“Fuck,” You cried out at the sensation, and you heard her let out a low hum in response, keeping up her ministrations.

She left dozens of marks on you, and you were too lost in the haze of how good she felt to remember you were starting classes in two days. Her hands were relentless, moving all over your body. As her lips began to alternate attention between your breasts, her right hand moved between your thighs, and you both moaned as she felt how wet you were.

“Is all this for me, baby?” She murmured, raising her head up to yours, using two fingers to lightly tease your aching pussy. “What a pretty girl, dripping for me.”

Moaning, you arched your hips up, she was so close and you needed her fingers inside, filling you. “Please, Agnes.”

Letting out a low tutting noise, she pulled her fingers back. You whined, louder this time, and her responding grin sent a shiver down your spine. “Please what, honey? Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me,” You begged, desperate to feel her fingers on you again. “Please, fuck me.”

“Good girl,” Agnes praised you, roughly thrusting two fingers inside you, going deeper than you normally could on your own.

Her fingers were so long, and so good, as she set a fast pace, twisting and hitting all of the sweet spots in you. You could barely breathe, all you could focus on was how good it felt to have her fucking you. Her thumb rubbed gentle circles on your clit, and the added stimulation made you cry out. You were soaked, the movement of her fingers taking you created an obscenely filthy sound that filled the room. It didn’t take long until you felt a familiar unraveling, signaling you were close to orgasming.

“Such a good little whore, you’re taking me so well,” Agnes cooed and you felt yourself clench at her words. “Do you like this? Do you like having me fuck your tight little cunt?”

“Oh my fucking-” You cried out, but were cut off as she chose that moment to add a third finger, expertly curling them and bringing you that much closer to your release.

“That’s it, slut,” Agnes growled, fucking you even harder. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good around my fingers.”

“Agnes, please,” You whined, needing to feel yourself come undone. “Please I need…”

Agnes smirked, not relenting in her efforts, and began to leave kisses around the edge of your mouth. “What do you need, baby? Use your words for me.”

“Need to come, please. I need to come,” You babbled, as she took you higher and higher with every thrust of her fingers, and your words caused the older woman to groan.

“Come on my fingers, sweetheart,” Agnes ordered, and you felt yourself lose focus as the pleasure overcame you.

It was mind numbingly good, and you barely recognized the scream that left your throat. All you could feel were her fingers inside you, gently coaxing you through your orgasm. Her fingers slowly stilled, and you felt yourself pulse around them as her thumb gently eased off your clit. Pressing a sweet, slow kiss against your lips, Agnes pulled her fingers out, causing you to whine at how empty you felt.

“You took me so well,” Agnes purred, and you felt yourself drip even more at her words. “Such a slutty little pussy, you can’t even form complete sentences when I’m fucking you.”

You groaned, the filth spewing out of her mouth was a major turn on for you. “It’s not my fault you’re turning my brain into mush.”

Agnes fake pouted at you. “Oh, poor baby,” She mocked, pressing her hips against yours. “It’s a good thing you don’t need to use that little brain while I’m fucking you.”

“Want to taste you,” You moaned out, the idea just popping into your head. “Please.”

“Oh? You want to eat me out, baby?” Agnes questioned, her eyes growing darker yet still from arousal. “Do you want me to ride that pretty little face?”

“Fuck yes,” You begged, causing Agnes to chuckle before taking off her pants and panties, and moving you closer to the headboard before she straddled your face.

You could smell her; the scent was musky and sweet and you were salivating, sticking your tongue out in anticipation. Agnes rested one hand on the headboard and the other in your hair, slowly lowering herself onto your mouth. You wasted no time, licking and sucking, tasting her arousal. The guttural moan she let out spurred you on, eager to please her. She tasted so fucking good, and your tongue lapped up as much of her as you could. Her fingers tightened in your hair as she began to rock against your face, and you moaned against her as she roughly tugged.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl, baby,” Agnes panted as she moved her hips faster. “You’re doing so well. Such a good job. Suck on my clit.”

Ever hoping to please her, you switched to swirling your tongue around her clit before sucking, hard. The moan she let out, louder than before, was entrancing. Her fingers kept your head in place as she rode your face, and you could sense her getting closer to the edge. Your tongue teased her entrance, slowly pushing inside and Agnes let out a loud hiss, encouraging you to go deeper.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck,” Agnes began to grind down, getting closer with every thrust of your tongue. “Such a sweet fucking mouth. Do you want me to come all over that pretty face?”

Nodding against her, you sucked and licked, thoroughly enjoying being used by her. It wasn’t long before she began to shudder, hips thrusting even harder against your face as she let herself go. She tugged on your head as she lost herself in the throes of pleasure, and you never saw something quite so beautiful. Her eyes were closed, head back as she let out several loud grunts, the sound causing you to twitch. You moaned at the taste of her cum, eager to get as much as you could. Her hips slowly stopped, and she gave herself a moment before lifting herself off of you, collapsing on the bed. She immediately pulled you closer, wrapping her arms around you. Her body was flush against yours, and you relished at the feeling of her tits pressed against your back. She was so soft, and so warm; every part of her felt like heaven to you.

She began to nuzzle your neck, pressing gentle kisses against your skin. “Fuck that was so good. Thank you, honey.”

“It was my pleasure,” You drawled out, growing more tired with every word you spoke, slowly feeling yourself drift off.

Agnes murmured something to you, but you were too far gone to hear what she said. The last thing you remembered was the feel of her body curled up around you as you finally passed out from exhaustion. You weren’t sure how long you slept, for when you finally woke up the room was filled with bright sunlight, causing you to wince. It didn’t take you long to realize you were alone, and the already large bed felt ten sizes too big. A part of you wondered if Agnes was in the bathroom, but when you eventually made it out of bed you realized she was gone. The room was completely empty, save for you and your clothes from last night.

You weren’t entirely sure what you had expected, it was a one night stand after all. But, you had assumed she would at least still be there in the morning when you woke up. Shaking those thoughts aside, you rushed to pick up your clothes and get dressed. As you were putting on your clothes, you noticed a small folded up note with your name on it on the bedside table. You slipped your heels back on before grabbing it, and was slightly disappointed to see how short it was.

Thanks again for a great night. -A

Well, at least she left you something. You crumpled the note and stuck it in your purse, leaving the room without a second thought. The next two days were spent in a daze, trying to get everything ready for the start of classes. Your roommates were thrilled to hear about your job offer, and even more intrigued to hear of your night out with an older woman. You kept the details to a minimum, as you always kept those things more private, but they enjoyed it nonetheless. By the time Sunday night rolled around you were absolutely spent. You had just finished marking up your planner for the next few weeks with your class schedule, and double checked the time for your first class as you set your alarm for bed before finally drifting to sleep.

Unfortunately, the exhaustion from the last few days made you sleep through your alarms, which almost never happened. But, after hearing your alarms go off one after another, one of your roommates came to check on you, the knocking on your door sent you shooting out of bed. You rushed through the apartment, throwing your laptop and books in your bag. As you were getting dressed, your eyes landed on the hickeys all over your neck, and you groaned. Great. Despite it still being summer, and extremely hot in the city, you wore a lightweight turtleneck. The lecture halls and library were usually freezing, so this wouldn’t seem too out of place to anyone.

Luckily your apartment was only a few blocks away from campus, and it never took you more than ten minutes to get there. You kept obsessively checking your watch, hoping to make it to your first class in time. Finally, you reached the correct building, and pulled up the class schedule on your phone to check which room you were in. Whipping around the corner, you spotted the door at the far end of the hallway. With one minute to go, you passed other students and professors, not a thought in your mind besides making it through those doors. Reaching the lecture hall, you opened the doors and went inside.The hall was relatively full, and as you searched for an empty seat you heard your professor begin to speak.

“Welcome to Ethics and Professional Responsibility in Criminal Practice.”

Wait a second, you knew that voice. How did you know that voice? You looked up, finding the last person you ever expected to run into, and you almost fell out of your chair. Standing there on the floor of the lecture hall was a strikingly familiar woman. It was the same woman from the other night, Agnes. Her messy dark brown hair was pulled back into an updo, and she wore an expensive looking black pantsuit. She was pulling up a slideshow on the laptop, so her back was turned, but it was her. You knew it was her. The strange thing was you didn’t remember reading her first name on the syllabus that had been sent out a few weeks prior.

After she finished projecting the slideshow, she turned her focus to the crowded lecture hall. “For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Agatha Harkness,” Her eyes scanned the room, until they eventually landed on you, and you watched her freeze, before quickly regaining her composure. “And I’ll be your professor for the semester.”

Fuck.

[thebunnyslibrary]

Bucky Barnes Valentine's Drabble ❤️

wc. ~1500

pairing. Bucky x Curvy!Reader

summary. Reader is alone and in the gym on Valentine's Day of all days. Until the man of her dreams Bucky Barnes wanders in and offers to be her sparring partner...

an. I had a last minute idea for a drabble......that then morphed into TWO ideas!! Bucky is first up and I have another idea with Loki that I should hope to finish in the next couple of days. (PS I haven't forgotten my last Ficmas fic. I just kind of hit a wall and i'm still struggling to get over it. Maybe this will help.)

Also big shout out to @chasingmidnights for helping inspire me today ❤️

Going to the gym wasn't exactly your first choice of things to start your Valentine’s Day; but here you were. You preferred to come early early, still dark out early, for two reasons. First for being a bit of an early riser yourself. Usually not as early as you were today, but enough that in the summer, you were able to hear the birds sing at breakfast.

 The second that there were less people to stare at you. Confident as you were in your curves, the world had not gotten used to the idea of fat people working out in gyms NOT to lose weight add you’d rather not start today, of all days, that way. Valentine’s Day. You had no real hatred for it. But you did get a little jealous sometimes when you walked in the office and saw so many other desks littered with flowers and candies. But you couldn’t recall a time someone had sent you so much as a single rose.

This year, you’d decided to take the self-care route. You’d ordered takeout last night and tucked it away in the fridge for tonight, along with a slice of your favorite cheesecake from the old-fashioned delicatessen down the street (family owned since the days Tony’s father running Stark Industries). You’d chosen not to weep for your singleness but instead use it as a night of rest and recovery. A good meal, a nice book and your favorite vinyl record along with a long soak in the tub were you self-loves tonight…and your now charging vibrator would take care of the other kind too.  You just had to make it through the day.

                Even though you were a desk jockey, there was a physical exam all SWORD agents had to pass. You weren't extraordinarily physically gifted, but you could kick but in Just Dance when you wanted to. Unfortunately, the virtual reality sparring simulator at the Avengers compound certainly wasn't as fun as silly dance moves to 70s music in your apartment You knew sparring with the examiner wouldn't be like this, but you had no one else to spar with. And that was where Bucky found you.  

"If you'd like I can practice with you, agent." He’d startled you as you quickly removed the virtual reality headset and turned to see him standing there. It was amazing how well he fit into modern clothing.  He was wearing a sleeveless shirt, showing off this metal arm. You’d never seen his arm this closes and you were in awe of the Wakandan craftsmanship. You'd long admired the former assassin, but never thought in a million years he'd notice you. He was the dark contrast to Captain America, the golden boy. Both were incredibly handsome but there was something mysterious about him that drew you to him. You could easily see why he’d been a lady’s man in the 40s. And you were just a desk clerk. You couldn’t compete with the women, all of whom looked like super models, that threw themselves at him.

You looked around, not seeing any one else and turned back to him, standing there and looking at you, a genuine smile on his face. You nodded and quietly responded.

"Uh...yeah. that would be nice."

Sparring with Bucky gave you a much better experience. Being able to actually fight someone who was there instead of just a simulation felt great. Even though you were sure Bucky was taking it easy on you, you were a lot stronger than you thought, not to mention quick. You were able to duck and dodge and lay a few quick jabs to his chest. And that was nothing compared to how confident you felt, and how good Bucky looked. He seemed to be enjoying himself, a smile never leaving his face. Once or twice you’d stared a little too long and he’d gotten a few jabs in, but you recovered quickly. 

 At one point he had his arms around you in a hold and you were amazed how warm he felt. His chest brushed against your back and you let out a little gasp that you prayed to God he didn't hear. But you saw the smirk play at his lips.

"Sorry, doll. I run a little warm cause of the serum."

"It's alright.” You said, sheepishly. “Your touch actually feels nice." You bit your cheek as you realized how wrong that probably was to say. To your surprise, Bucky didn’t mention it.

"Well the best way to pass a test is with the proper tools. Not with Tony’s toys." He said, rolling his eyes. “And your touch feels good too.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise before he continued “You’ve got a good strong grip.” He shot you a wink and you couldn’t begin to process what he meant when the sparring resumed. Bucky and you trained for a good hour or so and by the end you felt much better about the exam.

Bucky also took the time to show you a few new self-defense maneuvers. He was demonstrating a quick way to hit someone in the gut before raising your hands up to hit them in the face.

"It's one fluid movement." He guided your arms. By now you were CERTAINLY used to his touch. Especially in moments like now where you when his arms where wrapped around you to guide you.  You'd never felt more safe and secure.

"Like this...." You jabbed your elbows backwards before swinging are your arms up, hands closed together and you FELT the contact against Bucky’s nose as you'd executed the move perfectly. But your pride turned to panic as Bucky grunted, then started a fit of coughing as you realized what you’d done.

"Holy shit. Oh my God. I mean... oh shit. Uhm. Captain America is gunna kill me.... Sargent Barnes uhm...sir...?? Are you okay??"

Bucky coughed a few more times, before his breathing finally shallowed. His hand was clutch his nose, now paying attention to that and feeling to make sure it wasn't broken before he finally spoke to you.

“Well doll, I certainly didn't expect you to knock the wind out of me twice in one day. But I'll take it. And you can just call me Bucky.” He said and you felt like you were going to faint. Had he just said what you thought he did?

"Wha...what...? Twice?" you said in disbelief.

“Sure doll.” Bucky admitted. “First was when I walked In here today.  Though I have to say you've done it a few times before that" he admitted. “Like the other day when I dropped off that paperwork and you looked so beautiful in your blue dress.” He bit his lip, recalling the memory.

“You're not. You're not serious, right?” He couldn’t be.

“Yeah. Uhm. I am doll. I’ve been wanting to say something for a while but I was worried you were scared of me.”  Your heart twinged a little and you gently placed your hand on his mechanical arm.

“Not at all Bucky. In fact, I’ve liked you for some time as I just…didn’t think you’d notice me. You could have any girl you want and I’m just a desk clerk.” You said. “Not a supermodel or a superhero. Or anything special."

“Hey listen to me. You’re absolutely gorgeous doll. Why do you think I’m the one that’s always bringing you everyone else’s paperwork.” You thought for a moment before you realized it was true. You’d never noticed it but while you often saw other Avengers dropping off work to someone else, whenever something had to come to you, Bucky was always the one to bring it. “It’s the highlight of my day when I get to see you. His words, full of honesty and admiration made your heart swell. He placed his flesh hand over yours and squeezed it tight. You gazed into the crystal blue pools of his eyes as he broke the moment.

“Besides everyone knows it’s desk clerks that makes the world go round. Trust me, My ma worked as a secretary for a while. The stories she could’ve told.” You both laughed at that and you loved his laugh. You weren’t sure you’d ever heard him really laugh before. It wasn’t as deep or boisterous as Thor’s. Rather it pattered and reminded you of summer’s rain on a wooden roof. And you loved the way his shoulders shook, even if it wasn’t that big of a laugh.

“Listen, doll, I know it's super last minute...and if you didn’t already have plans tonight… I We'll never get a reservation anywhere. But you could come back to my place and I could cook you dinner? Maybe we can watch a movie?” Bucky asked. You smiled and happily replied.

                “It's a date.”

[buckyshairstylist]

Can I request morning cuddles with tony stark and fem reader? Sleepy tony is so cuteeee

Hi anon! Thank you so much for this request!! I love sleepy Tony. I hope you like it!

Sleepy Snuggles

Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

Summary: Tony wants cuddles the minute he wakes up. You gladly oblige.

CW: not proofread. none. fluff, mentions of Tony being an adventure, pet names

WC: 897

It was rare that you woke up with Tony still in bed. The rarest occasions were when you woke up with Tony still sleeping in your bed, but you never complained on the occasions you were blessed to witness sleepy Tony. It didn’t happen often, what with his nightmares and his incessant insistence that tinkering until he literally passed out helped, but when it did happen, you loved every second of it.

This morning happened to be one of those occasions. You’d managed to persuade Tony to go to bed at the same time you did the night before, mumbling an excuse about watching a movie with him. After you’d both changed into your pajamas and settled into bed, he put on a movie that you managed to watch half of before dozing off, your head comfortably pillowed on his bare chest.

You awoke on your side of the bed, facing away from him. It wasn’t shocking, really, as you had been known to toss and turn on occasion. Tony paid it no mind, as you dealt with him thrashing when he had a nightmare, and he usually just moved you to your side of the bed.

Turning over to face him, you found that he was still sleeping. You wished you could always see him as peaceful as he was while he slept, but you knew it wouldn’t happen. Not with him being Iron Man and an Avenger. No, his life simply wouldn’t allow it.

Tony groaned and stirred, somehow moving closer to you, his arm lazily draped over your waist. You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped, running your fingers through his hair.

“Mm… baby?” he mumbled sleepily, eyes still closed.

“Right here, Tones.”

He scooted closer, shoving his face into the juncture where your neck and shoulder met.

“Stay?” Tony asked softly, his voice raspy and slightly deeper than usual.

“Always.”

“Y’ promise?”

It was odd to hear him so vulnerable. Tony was a lot of things, but vulnerable was not one of them.

“I promise, baby,” you assured him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Tony sighed in contentment, his arms wrapping around your middle and pulling you closer to him.

Resigning to your fate, you ran a hand up and down his back, the other lightly scratching his scalp. Tony hummed, tilting his head upward slightly.

“There’s those pretty brown eyes,” you smiled at him, using the hand that was rubbing his back to caress his face. Tony smiled sleepily, leaning into the touch. “Why are you up so early?”

He shrugged. He wasn’t even sure what time it was; all Tony knew was that you were still in bed and he wanted cuddles. He gently grasped your wrist, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand before releasing it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his hand moving to cup your face. “My favorite person.”

“You’re so sappy when you’re sleepy,” you giggled, blushing.

“You’re deflecting. You’re beautiful, Y/N.”

The blush deepened. Tony grinned, happily pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Sap,” you mumbled, earning a giggle from Tony.

“Only for you, dear.”

Tony shifted, burying his face in your chest. You huffed a laugh, allowing him to get as close as humanly possible, your legs intertwined. He sighed contentedly, one hand resting on your hip while the other wrapped around you, lazily tracing his fingertips along your back. You hummed, tilting your head downward, letting your head rest against his hair.

“I could get used to this,” he mumbled. “I think I am.”

“Good.”

“Good?” His brows furrowed.

“Maybe you’ll sleep more if I promise to cuddle you first thing in the morning.”

Tony laughed. “I don’t know about that, honey. But I’m not opposed to cuddles every morning.”

You chuckled. Sure, Tony might have been a chronic insomniac that only slept after he collapsed from exhaustion, but he would never miss the opportunity for cuddles. If you could find a way to get him to sleep more while bribing him with cuddles, it would be a win-win situation.

“Stop thinking about how you can bribe me with cuddles.”

“Wha—I would do no such thing!” you spluttered, much to his amusement.

“You would. And while I’m flattered that you care so much you’re willing to bribe me, I am fine, honey.”

“You don’t sleep enough, Tony,” you sighed. “I worry about you.”

“And I worry about you, but I’m not gonna bribe you to sleep.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “No, you’d just create a protocol where Friday is required to tell you how much I sleep, and then you’d pester me about it until I started sleeping right.”

“I would do no such thing.”

“You definitely would.”

Tony giggled at the accusation, snuggling closer (if that was even possible). You said nothing as you played with his hair, basking in the comfortable silence that had fallen around you. Tony was happy — half-asleep, maybe, but he was happy, and that made you happy.

“Baby.” Tony murmured.

“Mm?”

“I love you.”

You smiled, planting a kiss on top of his head. “I love you, Tony.”

“Don’t move?” he requested, moving just enough that he could look up at you. “You don’t have anything to do?”

“Nothing,” you assured him.

“Mmm… good. Cuddle with me all day.”

You huffed in amusement, letting him snuggle close again.

“Whatever you say, babe.”

[seikkoi]

ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴘᴛ.2 | tony stark x f!reader

18+ minors dni

part one | part three

tw: nsfw, dubcon elements, rough sex, drunk sex, degradation, edging, choking, bruising, possessive behavior

word count: 3,745

“Show me that you truly understand this time.” Tony’s words come out short and heavy, switching from his earlier casual demeanor. You ball your fists at your sides. The fear and anticipation do their now common dance, moving across your stomach. Like before, you’re certain he’s not asking.  “And if I don’t? If I just leave and quit your company?”. Your voice is like a mouse, small and with little confidence. The threat is mostly empty, after all.  That signature Stark smirk spreads across his face. “You think I’d let you do that?”

You pull your hair back, only to let the tresses fall. This continues for a few minutes, a frustrating cycle of trying to get your locks to stay just perfect. This level of obsession might be understandable- if you weren’t just going to work. 

Last night, Tony didn’t offer another word after the kiss. The billionaire simply stepped out of the elevator, hitting the button to send you back down to the lobby, alone. His behavior was confusing, a constant back and forth between love and anger. More importantly, it was farthest from what you expected. As the elevator lowered, you raked over the last hour in your head with impunity. Every word Tony said- anger, praise, shame, every syllable stuck to you like glue. What happened only minutes ago passed more like hazy memories. You ran shaky fingers over bruised skin, head still spinning. It takes you embarrassingly long to feel the warm fluid leaking between your thighs, not even noticing when he finished earlier- too blinded by everything else. You feel your face heat at the excitement it reinstills in you, and another wave of guilt follows. How had he gotten you from confident and rightfully upset to guilty and bruised? Was it worse that it didn’t bother you nearly as much as it should? You wanted to curse him for being right.

You’re certain you look a complete mess as you exit to the lobby. Thankful that it’s a late night (or maybe even early morning at this point), your first few steps are uneasy across the lobby’s hard, shiny floor. The click of your heels echoes in the empty room until you’re out the main doors, back into cold, night air. 

You weren’t expecting him to reach out that night, not at all. But you failed to plan for facing him at Stark Industries the next day. In the morning, the floodgates opened letting the memories of last night play out in your mind. Notwithstanding the raging headache and pain all over your body. You laid in bed for an indiscriminate amount of time, contemplating calling in sick. You’d never done that a day in your life but it felt preferential to seeing Tony in an hour.

Eventually, you say “ Fuck it,”,  deciding that the worst thing he could do during the workday is fire you. You try to let your clothing cover the bruises as best they can. The ones marking your backside are easy enough, but your throat and wrists remain a problem. Your usual dresses and skirts aren’t an option, leaving your only choice to be pants and a long sleeve shirt. However, as you apply foundation to the tender flesh on your neck, you are antagonized over which garment to choose. You were suddenly conscious of your appearance to Tony, analyzing past outfits versus what you wore last night, and what would be an inconspicuous choice for today. You worried about seeming too desperate or yearning for his attention- or anyone else’s for that matter. The decision finally fell onto a simple, green, long-sleeved blouse and black pants. Not too loose, not too tight-hopefully. 

The same dilemma came with your hair, leading to the present predicament. You finally give up, settling to let it down. If anything, it would help hide your neck. 

You arrived at work, relieved to see Tony’s office packed full for a meeting, allowing you to walk by without worrying if he saw you. It was stupid really, to hide from him at his own company, but you didn’t know how else to act. After years of working for him, to do what he did,  say  what he did, you didn’t even know how to feel. 

In most cases, the normal reaction would be to tell him off, quit, and move away. Actually, the more normal reaction might’ve been to resist him more last night. That thought is quickly snuffed, bringing you to the realization that you didn’t want to resist. You’d let him do whatever he thought you deserved, whatever he wanted. Just like he said. 

Shame and arousal slide down your throat like a bitter seed as you reach the end of the hall and enter your office. The white noise of the office is shut out by the frosted glass door behind you, leaving you in peace. You sit at your desk, turning on computers and lights in an effort to only think about quarterly reports and tax deductions for the next eight hours.

Hour one is brutal, as you keep needing to send emails in which Tony is cc’d or otherwise just mentioned (because life is fucking with you, specifically). Eventually, your work transitions from digital interaction to pure calculations. Time passes easily under the gentle clicks of calculators and harsh pen scratches. You’re able to forget about the pain between your legs, last night, and Tony Stark for a blissful portion of the day. It’s just you and the company finances in the four walls of your office. During that time, you forget about the incident in its entirety- that is until a knock is heard at your door.

By this point, you’re seated on the floor, papers and folders strewn about all corners of your office. This was the more typical state of the room when you were working. Especially since you got so absorbed in it that it was now seven p.m., rather than sometime around three like you were thinking. You’re brought out of your focused trance by the knock, suddenly noticing the dark sky out the windows. 

Your head's down, checking your phone after forgetting about it for so long when you shout  come in . 

“Think you might ‘wanna call it quits?” You don’t look up until he speaks, realizing it’s Tony.

In an instant, every touch he gave last night is felt again on your body. There’s almost fear, with you looking up at him in the dark office. Mostly because you don’t have a single guess as to what he’s here for.

“I, um, sorry. I just kinda got a little absorbed I guess.”, you say, averting his eyes to reshuffle some papers in front of you. 

Tony steps into the office, hands resting in his pockets. You guess that he must be having a late working night, since his suit jacket is absent and his clothes are wrinkled. The door closes behind him, shutting him in with you. 

“It’s late. Have you eaten?” He speaks softly but curtly, without any temper or dissatisfaction. It’d almost make more sense to you if he was still pissed. Worse, unlike yesterday, now he can’t seem to  not  look at you.  

His question wasn’t out of the ordinary, either. It was more common for you to get engrossed in your work, even more so for you to forget about eating when doing so. This was something Tony picked up on early in your time at Stark. You’re not sure when it started, but occasionally during late nights, you’d leave for the restroom and come back to find dinner waiting on your desk. You never asked Tony about it, and he never claimed responsibility for it. Now, though, it was the kind of concern you couldn’t match to the tender marks on your skin. 

His question confirms it for you, though. You hadn’t really left your office today, so you deduce that means he couldn’t do his usual antics. It sparks an angry fire, aimed at yourself and Tony. Tony, for doing hidden acts of compassion and then ripping your clothes- and yourself for falling for it. 

You’re angry and confused enough to still avert your gaze, as you stand and move some papers to your desk. He mirrors your path so that he’s on the opposite side, the desk being the only separation between you two. 

“Not really your concern.”, you mutter, really trying to focus on getting your things together and not whatever intoxicating cologne he wore. Vanilla and sage took over your senses. It must have been the same cologne from last night because you can feel the warmth growing in your core. As he continues to watch you intently, you open your laptop to check  one  last thing.

Annoyed at your aversion, he shuts the laptop, only narrowingly avoiding your fingers. You give a confused but pointed glare in response. 

“Is there a problem?”, he asks, keeping both palms on the laptop, slightly leaning towards you over the desk. The sudden closeness is intimidating, making you want to recoil but you know better now. There’s a smirk tugging the corners of his mouth like he’s pleased with your discomfort. It draws your eyes to his lips which reminds you of the kiss less than twenty-four hours ago. Before you know it, your mind is back in the elevator. It’s entirely too distracting, causing you to forget he even asked you anything in the first place.

He grows a bit impatient at your lack of response, putting a hand under your chin to force your eyes on his. If this was done a day ago, you smack his hand away and ask what the hell got into him. Or maybe you wouldn’t.

“You’re distracted. I asked you a question.” Tony shifts his hand to the side of your face, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. He looks into your eyes with a furrowed brow, thinking. He scans your face like he’s searching for something before his face softens. 

When you start to question him, he uses his unoccupied hand to run his thumb across your neck with enough pressure to make you wince and reveal a portion of the mark he left. 

“Hm,’" he says, letting go and stepping away from the desk. It gives you the impression that he’s somehow bothered by it as if he’s not the cause. You can feel the tears brimming again- a sickly combination of the soreness in your throat and the way the sudden loss of his touch makes you feel. 

“What do you want from me, Tony?”, your words cut like glass through gritted teeth. It’s bold, but you’re not bold enough to look at him when you say it, once again caught staring at your shoes. 

“ Tony?  That’s new for you.” He gives a dry chuckle, stepping over files to round the desk towards you. “And I already told you what I  expect  from you. It’s not really a matter of wants.” 

As he comes close, your heart starts to race. Terror and anticipation are working in tandem- you don’t know if he’s going to give you another mark or another kiss. Maybe it’d be neither, and he was simply going to make you undone again with his words. You curse yourself for losing track of time. If you had noticed the clock, perhaps you could’ve slipped out while Tony was still preoccupied. 

He stays at your side, eyes burning a hole through you. Your feet are planted firmly on the floor, body pointed towards the desk. You know there’s no point in arguing- seeing as how it didn’t get you far last night. Even if you did, it’d be pointless. You’d been devoted to Stark for years now, working diligently and sometimes obsessively to make sure the money always followed smoothly. Thinking back, you can’t recall a time you’ve ever even told him no. Not a work task, a personal favor, or the recent invitations to all these galas and fundraisers. It was always  “Of course, sir”  and “ Yes, Mr. Stark”.

The fact that he was anything less than happy with your behavior last night hurt enough on its own. Once you got home last night, you couldn’t wash away the guilt. In this world, anyone would kill for your job, safe and secure behind the most respected man on Earth. Denying the man who signed your checks for such a comfortable life felt like the wrong thing to do. Last night, all he did was remind you who you worked for- and who you were there for.  

“But, for your sake, I'd watch it with the attitude,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m having dinner with a few potential investors unless you have somewhere else you’d rather be?” 

“No, nowhere.” A half-truth. Honestly, you wanted to go home and soak in a warm bath until the day passed behind you. But the part of you that you’ve been trying to ignore wants to jump at the offer. Then another part, the rational part, is screaming at you to run away. It’s also the part that won’t let you look at him.

“Is there a reason you won’t look at me?”, he graces a hand to your shoulder.

You don’t shift an inch, but the tears work their way back anyway. “I don’t  understand  you.”

Tony pushes the hand at your shoulder, forcing you to turn his way. “What don’t you understand?”

It’s the legitimate confusion on his face that sets off the budding spark. Again, with his constant audacity. 

“You, I don’t fucking understand you ! Years I work for you, you don’t make a pass, you don’t try and touch me, you don't do any of this shit! And then last night you do  this  and tell me how devoted I should be!” You point to the marks dotting your skin, nearly shouting. 

“I was already doing that you  asshole! ” At the end of your insult, you go to push Tony away, palms aimed at his shoulders. Not fond of your outburst, however, he grabs already sore wrists to stop you, leaving you in another wave of pain. 

“I warned you about the attitude,” he says, gently shoving you away. While you’re rubbing at the tender flesh in shock, he turns the leather chair at your desk and takes a seat. “But you’re right. You were, but not enough. You think that was the first time I’ve seen you act like a complete slut?”

The word hits like a slap to the face, causing you to jerk your head up to look at him. “W-what?”

He sighs, leaning back. “Do you even notice everyone checking you out? At meetings, galas, that fundraiser a few weeks ago. You keep every man’s attention. Even around here with what you’ve chosen to wear to work lately. I think this is the first day I haven't seen you in a dress in months. 

Tony pauses to run a hand through his hair. “I figure you either like the attention, or you’re just trying to piss me off. Either way, I won’t stand for it.”

Tony pauses as you stand there stunned. You’d never been super aware of your body, nor worried about what you put on it (until this morning, that is). But he was right- you  were  aware of the attention it garnered. This morning, knowing that your boss had taken notice, caused the massive dilemma in getting dressed. 

“Yesterday, you needed to be taught a lesson, simple as that. I started inviting you to these things  because  I noticed you, because you were loyal- you know what I need and you get it done. Don’t make me think I was wrong.” He gets more comfortable in the chair, spreading his legs slightly and resting his hands on his thighs.

Tony signals you over with a draw of two fingers. Mind barely processing, you comply, taking small steps until the inside of his knees graces your legs. He takes your hands in his, glancing his eyes over your wrists before looking up at you, eyes dark.

“Show me that you truly understand this time.” Tony’s words come out short and heavy, switching from his earlier casual demeanor. You ball your fists at your sides. The fear and anticipation do their now common dance, moving across your stomach. Like before, you’re certain he’s not asking. 

“And if I don’t? If I just leave and quit your company?”. Your voice is like a mouse, small and with little confidence. The threat is mostly empty, after all. 

That signature Stark smirk spreads across his face. “You think I’d let you do that?”

His palms wrap around your wrists tightly, pulling you to your knees before him. You cry out in pain, both from his hands on your arms and from your knees hitting the floor. 

“If you didn’t want this, you would’ve quit this morning.” Tony releases you once you reach the floor. Without much pause, his hands are on his belt. The familiar sounds of metal send shockwaves through your body. You can’t but stare at his fingers as they undo the leather before he moves on to his zipper.

“-you would get up right now and leave.” Tony frees himself from his pants. You don't have more than a second to take in his thick, long member, feeling Tony’s hand take in a fistful of your hair.

He pulls your locks tightly, pushing the tip of his cock past your parted lips when you gasp out from the pain. Tony can’t hold back a moan at the feeling of your lips wrapped around him. Just as before, he’s less than gentle, moving your head forward until you reach the base of his cock. You choke around him, trying to pull back for air which only seems to excite him. More shame bubbles as your arousal grows alongside it. He’s unrelenting, taking immense pleasure in your muffled gags. The fist in your hair keeps you in place. Tony’s groans bounce around the office walls until he thinks you’ve had enough. 

As swiftly as he entered, he pulls you back, freeing his member from your throat. The rapid departure from your mouth sending you aback on your heels, trying to regain your breath. Tony’s still smiling when you meet his eyes, irises clouded. The billionaire sits back, legs spread, an eyebrow raised, waiting.

Whether it’s because of the lack of oxygen, the taste on your tongue, the lust in his eyes, or last night- it doesn’t matter, the final switch is flipped in you. His words replayed like a record in quick succession in your mind. 

“ You know what I need and you get it done.” “I expect devotion.” “Do you think I want to see other men put their hands on you?” 

A puzzle, fit with all the pieces, comes together. The part of you that wants his forgiveness, that wants to show how loyal you are, wins the inner battle. 

You bite your lip and move back towards him, earning a pleased hum from Tony. He’s happy that he didn’t make the wrong decision in choosing you. You understood, it only took a little reminding (and he’s more than willing to do that). 

You take his cock in hand despite the burn in your wrists. Even with your willingness, a hint of fear remains. Tony’s eager to push you through that, moving the tip of his cock towards your wet lips as they part to take him in. You hum around him, your mouth gliding down his length, feeling the heavy weight of his cock against your tongue.  

He brings a hand back to your hand, gentler this time, letting you slide your mouth up and down his cock at a steady pace. 

“So good for me, aren’t you?” The softness in his words is mind-dulling, making you forget he ever hurt you in the first place. 

While he soon becomes infatuated with the sight of you sucking him off in earnest, you feel drunk all over again from the act. The subtle throbs of his member against your throat, how his grip tightens every time you reach his base, the way he tastes- it overwhelms you, eyes fluttering. Pleasing Tony Stark felt like pleasing God himself. 

You speed up, losing yourself in Tony’s heavy breaths. You sense that he’s close, given the stuttering of his hips and shaky moans. You open your eyes to glance up at him, only to find his eyes trained on you, jaw tight. Nothing but obsession colors his face, parting his mouth to swear upon noticing your gaze. 

“There's  nothing  you can do to make me stop wanting you.” Tony speaks like it’s a threat- you know that it’s a promise.

Your eyes lock as he loses any will to be gentle with you anymore. His hips snap, pushing his cock back down your throat before retracting and then crashing down your throat again. It catches you completely off-guard but you fight the urge to resist. Instead, you try to stay as still as possible, letting him fuck your throat with ease. 

It’s your complete submission that ends Tony, who pushes you to the base of his cock as he finishes. You gag around him as the warm, heavy liquid slides down your throat. Tony, who was really beginning to love the sound, withdraws from your mouth, leaving a thin trail to fall to your shirt. 

When you come back to your senses, Tony’s already put himself back together, looking down at you. You're still knelt before him, still stuck on the last thing he said. Awkwardly, you look to the ground, wiping your mouth.

You watch him stand from the corner of your eye. You’re fully expecting him to leave without another word now, as he did last night. To your surprise, he extends his hands to help you stand. Without an excuse not to, you place your hands in his to stand in front of him with sore knees. 

Once you’re up, Tony’s hand wraps around your waist to pull you in, kissing you with the same passion and longing as before. You, already past any hesitations about Stark, melt into it, letting his teeth scrape your bottom lip. It’s a long, dazing kiss that leaves you aching terribly when he pulls away.

“I meant what I said.”, he said quietly, holding you close. Absent-mindedly, Tony’s thumb brushes over the mark on your neck. To him, it's a reminder of your drunken acts. It draws up more want in you, for Tony, and Tony only. 

You want to tell him that you're his, that he’ll never have to remind you again. You knew who you devoted your life to. Sooner than you can respond, he pulls away, walking around the desk and opening your office door. 

“I hope you can behave yourself tonight, doll. I’d hate to have to leave early.”

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Nightmares

Pairings: Wandanat x R, Pepper x R (platonic)

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: R has been having trouble sleeping, can her girls figure out why?

TW: implied insomnia, nightmares, night sweats, anxiety, mentions of loss and death, trauma discussion (hydra),

A/n something a bit different. Plus I added in some pepper content because I think she’s cool :)

For the fourth time this week you woke up in a cold sweat. Your pjs sticking to you uncomfortably. Nat and wanda were away on a mission for the week and despite being reluctant to leave you they had to. Director fury’s orders.

It was almost becoming normal for you to spend hours tossing and turning trying to sleep only to wake up in the morning even more tired and feeling gross in the damp sheets and clothes.

With a sigh you pulled back the covers knowing you had to change the sheets again so the room didn’t smell bad. Trudging into the bathroom you peeled off your clothes dumping them in the wash and making a mental note to wash them and the other three pairs of pjs you had soaked through. With am exhausted sigh you stepped into the shower melting at the feeling of the warm water washing off the remnants of an awful sleep.

After a shower, you had changed the sheets before going off in search of breakfast.

Shocked to see pepper standing in the kitchen tapping away on her tablet.

“Pep?” You asked.

“Oh hi y/n/n long time no see huh?” She said looking up. “I had to come remind Tony about the meeting and thought I’d stick around a bit. He was ignoring my calls thinking it would get him out of his work.”

You laughed slightly, their dynamic was adorable. Pepper was motherly to all the avengers and worried a little too much sometimes. On top of the stress of running stark industries you often made her take breaks.

“Honey you look tired, are you feeling ok sweets?” She asked coming and laying a hand on your forehead.

“Im fine, just haven’t slept well lately.” You shrugged as she removed her hand and frowned.

“Well, I know a but about not sleeping from Tony’s late night adventures in the lab. And i know how important it is to sleep. As well as how stressful it can be for your partner to be risking their life somewhere off grid.” She smiled softly.

“Yeah, it’s tough. But I’m doing ok.” You said.

“Well the bags under your beautiful eyes say otherwise.” She smiled, pepper had always been a flirt, it was her way at getting back at tony for his earlier days as a playboy. Of course you and pepper were just friends but it was fun to get under Tony’s skin. He was very protective of pepper and probably always will be. “i think wanda and Natasha might be getting back early as well. I’ve had Jarvis keeping tabs on them for you and he says their work was almost done around lunch time yesterday.”

“We got back last night actually.” A voice came from the doorway and you turned launching yourself into Nat’s arms. “Hello my love.” She said placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Now whats this about not sleeping?” She asked tilting your head up to face her.

“Its nothing.” You said and before she could reply you felt a tap on your shoulder. Spinning around you launched yourself at wanda, wrapping you legs around her waist. She chuckled and stabilised herself against the wall.

“Sweets you look tired. And i know you missed us and probably haven’t eaten breakfast.” She said studying your face.

“Why don’t you and natty take a nap in our bed and I’ll make breakfast for the three of us and pepper. Because we all know she hasn’t eaten.” She said shooting pepper a look returned with a sheepish smile. The only one who more of a mother than pepper was wanda despite being one the youngest of the team. She just had a natural caring instinct.

“Alright. Sounds good to me.” Nat said as wanda passed you to her. You laid your head onto her shoulder and closed your eyes. Wanda cooed at your sleepy form.

“Go take our baby to get some sleep and I’ll call you down a bit later.” Wanda said.

“And you.” She turned to pepper. “Are going to drink a glass of water and not just coffee and take a shower while i get breakfast ready. God knows you could use one to relax a bit.” She said and pepper saluted and walked off to her part time room in the compound chuckling to herself softly and still tapping away on her tablet.

You didn’t remember falling asleep but you woke up to a hand on your shoulder and a familiar wetness on your clothes.

“Baby are you ok?” Nat’s worried voice came

“Yeah ‘s normal.” You said slurring slightly

“Baby how long has this been going on.”

“Four five nights.” You said sitting up and getting up to change again.

After another shower and Nat had changed the sheets you walked back down to see how wanda was doing with breakfast.

“Hello sleepyhead, just in time.” She smiled and you saw pepper sitting at the table with damp hair freshly showered and beaming at you and the promise of real food and not just coffee.

After the four of you had eaten and wanda began to clean up you were sat chatting to pepper as wanda and Natasha were in the kitchen.

“Y/n/ns been having trouble sleeping. She’s exhausted and when i woke her up she was covered in sweat.” Nat said to wanda frowning.

“Oh poor girl, i forgot this time of year is always hard for her. But she’s been doing so well lately it completely slipped my mind.”

“Why is this time of year hard?” Nat asked drying off a plate with a towel.

“Its the time of year that hydra killed her brother. I held her for days in that cell until she couldn’t cry anymore tears.” Wanda said with a sigh. “Its been five years but i think us being away only intensified her anxieties about loosing loved ones, she’s most likely been having nightmares and hence the sweating.” “Aww our sweet girl.” Nat said shaking her head.

After the kitchen was clean wanda and nat led you back to your shared room. Promising they would never leave you in this time of the year again. You had teared up, thanking them and as you fell asleep in their arms that night you didn’t have nightmares for once. Knowing your girls were safe in your bed.

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[dameronology]

it's cold outside (natasha romanoff)

for @wokeupinawalnut - for the fic giveaway organised by @startrekkingaroundasgard. i apologise for how late this is, but i hope you enjoy & happy holidays🥰

summary: coming home to you is always natasha's favourite thing

Natasha Romanoff hadn't expected your shared apartment to be so fucking arctic when she came home.

New York was cold at the best of times but it seemed bitingly so when the Quintjet came in to land early that morning. It was too cold even for snow and that just felt like insult to injury. Still though, it was hard for Natasha to feel sad about the weather, knowing that this mission was going to be the team's last before their Christmas break. The idea of getting home, switching off her phone and existing just in the plains of your apartment had been the only thing getting her through. So, after exchanging goodbyes with the rest of the Avengers, Nat hung up her uniform and got into a taxi.

Naturally, every would reunite on the day of Christmas at Tony Stark's insistence, but until then, they'd be off to their own homes. Steve and Bucky back to Brooklyn, Clint back to the farm, Thor back to New Asgard and Tony back to wherever it was that Morgan demanded. The journey for Nat wasn't very long - just over the bridge to your loft in Williamsburg. She'd lived there for the better part of three years now, when she'd come to stay the night a few weeks into your relationship and just never left.

The cold air hit her like a knife (and it was safe to say that Natasha might be the only person here who would know that feeling with accuracy). Even though it was early in the morning - just gone 7AM - you were passed out on the couch, a duvet bundled around you and several blankets. The TV was still on Netflix, the classic are you still watching? messaged displayed on the screen. With that, Nat could easily deduce that you'd probably fallen asleep watching it last night.

"Hey," she leant down beside you, gently brushing a hand over your face. A nice, warm hand against your freezing skin. "Hey. I'm back."

You peeled open one eye, a grin spreading across your tired face. "Nat, hey."

"Why's it so cold in here?" she asked.

"The heating broke," you grumbled. "I called the landlord last night but he's gone back to Arizona for Christmas. We still have hot water so that's...something."

"That explains it," she rolled her eyes. "You're freezing-"

"- Nat," you sat up, duvet falling off your shoulders. "You can turn off mum mode, okay? I know you've just spent a week straight with the guys but I am not stupid like them."

Natasha gave you a smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You're right. Sorry."

"How was the mission?"

"Boring," she took a seat on the sofa beside you, laying her legs over yours. "We went in, got the intel we needed, came home. Textbook, really."

"But did you look good doing it?"

"Of course I did," she grinned. Natasha gave your leg a squeeze before standing up and sticking out her hand, head nodding towards the bathroom. "C'mon, a warm shower will help."

Begrudgingly rolling out of your blanket palace, you followed your girlfriend through the apartment and to the bathroom. If you hadn't missed her so much, you wouldn't have moved come hell or high water. Still though, a warm shower didn't seem like the worst idea. Natasha certainly wanted one after days of trekking through Siberia and honestly, she just wanted to hold you close. Seven days apart wasn't even the longest she'd gone without seeing you.

You stood there like a lemon with ease as she did most the work - just bubbles and soft kisses from Natasha.

The run from the shower to the bedroom was jarring. Clothes flew everywhere as you both ripped apart the wardrobe in an attempt to find the warmest clothes - you were more successful in your attempt, finding some thermal bottoms and a thick hoodie. Six pairs of fluffy socks later, you were content.

"Those are mine," Natasha scowled. "I was looking for those-"

"- they were in my side of the wardrobe," you replied, holding up your hands in defence. "Finders, losers, Nat."

"That's not fair! Those are my special warm socks!"

"Now they're my special warm socks."

Before you could even finish your sentence, Natasha had crossed the room and thrown you onto the bed. She pinned your arms above your head, hands wrapped around your wrists and hair dripping little cold drops of water onto you. You let out a shriek as she did, trying to wriggle free.

"Say your sorry!" she demanded. There was no point in arguing, or trying to wriggle your way out of the grip of a highly trained assassin. She was freakishly strong.

"No!"

"Say. Your. Sorry!"

You tried to fight back a laugh, gaze avoiding Natasha's. "No."

"You're so mean," she pouted. Still, she leant down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, smiling against you.

Natasha rolled off the bed, once again signalling for you to follow after her. She made her way over to the kitchen, hands moving in autopilot to turn on the kettle and pull things out the cabinets.

"Shouldn't I be the one making you breakfast?" you asked. "You just came from a week long mission-"

"- shuddup and sit down," she said. "You're colder than me. Wrap up and I'll be there in two minutes."

Smiling to yourself, you returned to the sofa. It was perfectly indented from where you'd spent the last two days sat there, but you moved some cushions aside to make room for Natasha. As promised, two minutes later she returned with two mugs of coffee and a bagel for you. She'd known since the day you met how you took your coffee; she was trained to be observant but in some way, knowing the intricate details of your life was her love language. There were very few things she didn't know.

Natasha pressed a kiss to your temple, pulling the duvet over herself as she snuggled up next to you. She was perpetually warm - a curse in the summer but a blessing during times like this. You shuffled closer, leaning your head on her shoulder.

"You good there?" she asked.

"Yeah," you smiled. "Just glad you're home."

[somber-sapphic]

No Rest For The Foolhardy

You manage to hide your sickness for days, but of course it's hard to hide how you feel from a Sokovian Witch. (wanda x reader)

Word Count: 2114

DAY 1- It Begins

“Y/n, we’re going to be late!” Wanda called, poking her head into the bathroom where you were painstakingly trying to apply your makeup without getting eyeliner all over your face. It was hard to do with violently shaking hands in blurred vision. 

You looked over at the brunette, a smile forming on your badly chapped lips. Even when you were feeling like absolute crap, it was impossible to deny just how beautiful she was. You fell more and more in love with her every day. 

“You okay? You look a little rough there babe.” She frowned, taking a slow step into the bathroom. A spike of fear ran through your body and you slammed the eyeliner down, making your smile even bigger.

“I’m fine, I just didn’t sleep very well.” You reassured, walking over to press a little kiss against her forehead. She looked like she’d been expecting a kiss on the lips, but you didn’t dare risk that. You didn’t want her to get whatever nasty virus had crawled into your body and taken up residence in your respiratory system. 

“Are you sure? Your cheeks are flushed, are you getting a bug?” Wanda pressed, her eyes boring into your soul as she tried to tell if you were lying. If she really wanted to she could’ve used her powers, but before the two of you even started dating she’d promised that she would never do that. 

“Don’t worry about me love, we’ve got a meeting to get to.”

DAY 2- A Losing Battle

Why couldn't the city be attacked at a normal hour? 3 am was far too early to be getting out of your nice cozy bed to put on an uncomfortable uniform and race out of the tower to fight some sort of goop throwing alien. It didn’t speak any English, or any language that any of them knew so there wasn’t any reasoning. Just fighting. 

Your body was sluggish as you threw your poison coated knives, only about half connecting with their target. Missing so much was embarrassing, especially when you were aiming for something so big. Wanda kept giving you looks but you were too busy focusing on not passing out to respond over the comms. 

“Y/n, what the hell are you doing? You’re trying to hit it, not me!” Natasha’s voice crackled over the comms, sounding equally frustrated and worried. They were all worried about you, it wasn’t just your girlfriend who had noticed your odd behavior. 

You didn’t respond, just unleashed another knife, this time hitting the thing square in the eye. Impressive for a person with a fever and a cough that rattled your lungs every few seconds and made you gag with the force. 

The battle only lasted about three hours, but when you all went back for debriefing your legs felt like jello and you were pretty sure that you could fall asleep standing up. You collapsed into a chair and put your head on your fist, blinking over at Tony as he yelled about something you had done wrong. It was obvious that you didn’t do very well today, but the thing was dead and no one had gotten hurt. 

“Tony, give me a break. It’s over.” You grumbled. Your head was pounding and his frustrated yelling and stomping around the room was only making it worse. Wanda reached over and rubbed your knee, assuming that you just had a migraine. You’d taken enough medicine to deal with the fever and congestion for a few more hours, so really it just looked like a bad headache. 

“You nearly killed Romanoff!” He snapped back, glaring at you with piercing eyes. 

“Almost being the key word. Lay off Y/n Stark, she looks exhausted.” Natasha replied, coming to your defense. You raised your eyebrows, slightly surprised. It wasn’t that you and Natasha didn’t get along, she was Wanda’s best friend after all, but there had been issues between you from the start. You two often butted heads. 

“Really? Whatever, I’m going to the lab. You’re all dismissed. Take a nap Y/n, you clearly need it.” That last backhanded insult nearly made you cry. You were angry with yourself for being so awful during the fight and you just didn’t feel well. 

Natasha leaned across the table and took one of your hands in her calloused one, squeezing it gently. 

“Don’t pay attention to him kiddo. He’s cranky because he didn’t kill the thing.” That nickname had sparked one of your first fights. You were only a year younger than Wanda who had been called ‘little witch’ since her arrival but that didn’t bother her considering that she was only a teenager when she’d joined the Avengers. 

“Thanks Tasha…” You mumbled, a little embarrassed by her attention. Wanda chuckled softly, inwardly pleased by the bond growing between you two. Her best friend and her girlfriend, finally getting along. 

“Come on my dear, I know you’ve been wanting to watch that new horror movie.” Wanda smiled, pulling you up out of your seat. A wave of stars danced in your vision but you brushed it off, blinking rapidly to clear them from your vision. A horror movie might actually make you feel better.

DAY 3- Game Night

Game night with movies. A simple, fun night for team bonding and a chance to relax with friends. They all enjoyed it, happy that they could forget about their dangerous jobs and act like normal people. 

“Y/n! Twos, do you have any twos!?” Clint demanded, leaning forward as if to interrogate you. Right, Go-Fish. You were supposed to be playing Go-Fish. Of course, it wasn’t normal Go-Fish. There was alcohol involved. Whenever someone was sent fishing they had to take a shot. You were pretty sure if you drank any you’d lose all of the weak control you had over your illness. 

You silently handed over the two that you had been cradling against your chest, clutched close to your aching lungs. The bird man let out a whoop and slapped his final four cards onto the floor, all twos.

“It’s Go-Fish dude, you didn’t win the olympics.” Rhody grumbled, pouting slightly. You cracked a little smile while Natasha smirked and Wanda chuckled. They all got so worked up over these stupid games, it was typically wildly entertaining for everyone. 

You leaned back against the couch, nestling your head against Wanda’s shoulder. Cuddled close against her you were having even more trouble staying awake, but everything changed when a harsh coughing fit wracked your admittedly weak body. 

“Are you okay sweetheart?” The brunette asked gently, sitting you up in her lap to ease your coughing. She rubbed your back as the fit subsided, her expression contorted in pure concern. Her beautiful caramel eyes were full of love, the laugh lines evident even through her worry. 

“I’m fine. Inhaled a bug I think.” You grimaced, sticking out your tongue in mock disgust. Her face pulled into one of disbelief and then she laughed, leaning over to kiss you. You cut the kiss short, turning your head to the side so her lips brushed your cheek. 

“That's some shit luck Y/n. Who wants to play Monopoly? I’m going to destroy you.” Natasha challenged, a wicked grin spreading across her face. 

True to her word, the assassin beat them all in a half hour, much to everyone's joy. She was the only one who actually liked the damn game and she only enjoyed it because she always won. She was a brutal opponent. 

“I’m done playing. Watching you guys lose is more fun than playing.” You smiled, cuddling back against your girlfriend. She wrapped her in your arms and kissed your hair, cradling you close while you drifted to sleep. 

DAY 4- And So It Ends

Baking. Why did she want to make cookies? You weren’t sure, but you obliged her. She had woken you up all excited about the new recipe she found, nearly bouncing up and down in utter joy. You didn’t have the heart to tell her that your body was on fire and your bones ached. You didn’t have the heart to admit to the cotton stuffed in your head as your illness took full effect. You were miserable. But she was happy. That's all that mattered.

“Baby, I need the sprinkles. Can you grab them?” She asked, stirring the dough with a quizzical eye. She was an excellent baker, always taking extra time to make sure that everything was done correctly. 

“Sprinkles? In the cookies?” You asked skeptically, frowning at her. It seemed to you that the colors would just bleed into the dough, leaving the two of you wish brownish, gross tasting cookies. The brunette looked back at you, her eyes glittering with amusement. 

“Yes dear, sprinkles. Do you dare question the wisdom of the recipe?” She joked, smiling at you. You shrugged, and stared at the cabinet, far too high above you to reach without climbing on something. 

You sighed and managed to drag a chair over, your whole body ready to give in to utter exhaustion. You knew you’d made a mistake when you took your first step onto the chair. With a shaky breath, you hoisted yourself up, wishing that Wanda had given you a lecture of the danger of climbing on chairs. 

Blood rushed to your head and you grabbed onto the cabinet doors, hoping to stabilize yourself. If you could just regain your balance it would all be fine. You would be fine. 

You repeated that mantra as your vision blurred and you felt yourself falling backwards, stars taking over your vision. As you tumbled to the floor you could hear Wanda yelling your name and felt the warm tingle of her magic envelope you. Sure that you couldn’t crack your head open on the floor, you let yourself succumb to the darkness. 

DAY 4- Part 2

When you came to you were laying in your large, soft bed, something cool and damp resting on your forehead. You whined softly and tried to sit up, a wave of panic racing through you. You were supposed to be baking cookies with Wanda, not sleeping. 

Arms wrapped around you and you found yourself pinned against the woman’s chest, listening to her rapid heartbeat. Wanda kissed your hair and rubbed your back, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. The two of you stayed like that for what felt like forever, you confused, but comfortable in your girlfriend's arms. 

“You scared the shit out of me!” She finally said, cupping your cheeks in incredibly soft hands. Her hair which had been so expertly done was sticking out of its intricate braid in pieces. She was wearing PJ’s now and her face had been wiped clean of makeup. Nevertheless, she was still beautiful.

“Why didn't you tell me you were sick?” She demanded, pulling back to cross her arms over her chest. The look on her face was angry. She was angry with you. You’d done everything you possibly could to make her happy, but you failed her. 

Tears filled your eyes and you felt your lower lip begin to tremble as you began to cry, unable to stop the cascade of your emotions. With the stress of hiding your sickness for the last few days and just how horrible you felt, you couldn’t handle her being mad at you. 

“Oh Y/n, sweetie, it’s alright. I’m sorry, you just scared me, that's all. You passed out and your fever was 105, Bruce had you on IV fluids for an hour. Honey, you can't do that, you need to take care of yourself, I need you to take care of yourself.” She soothed, wiping the tears off of your cheeks. 

You tried to stop crying, but you just couldn’t. The dam had broken and there wouldn’t be any fixing it. 

“My sweetheart, it’s all going to be okay.” Wanda murmured, crawling into bed with you. She wrapped her arms around your waist and you tucked your head against her chest, sobbing quietly into her shirt. 

“It’s all going to be okay. Just close your eyes baby, I’m not mad. It’s okay.” She promised, holding you close as you cried out all of your misery. Your throat hurt from all of the tears and you were sure that you’d gotten snot on her shirt, but she didn’t care. She didn’t pull away, just held you and ran her fingers through your hair while your sobs turned to ragged breaths, which in turn changed to soft, even, sleepy snores. 

“Sleep well my love. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

[rowenas-megacoven]

On a Tiktok of Avengers Loki impersonating Steve Rogers with Tony Stark right there, a commenter was like “Tony loves taking the piss out of Steve, if Loki wasn’t evil here I think they’d be besties” and someone else replied something along the lines of “defs somewhere else in the multiverse” and it made me giggle and got me thinking

One of my What-If related Marvel headcanons is that 1602 IS that somewhere, or at least, one of them. Loki is an eccentric theatre nerd who is out here with early access to the upcoming plays of “Will”, implying this little drama queen knows Shakespeare personally. Tony is an eccentric inventor who likes big made-up words. Shakespeare was also famous for making up words. Tony also says to Steve that he personally would’ve used a sonnet on Peggy. Shakespeare also wrote a bunch of sonnets. Loki likes to pop bottles while talking non-stop about theatre. Tony spent all night inventing on a bender, sooo they’re both a tad indulgent. I think the two of them are the only two not actually sparring with someone during the fighting that breaks out in the throne room (although Tony is trying to get his invention up and running - he’d probably fight if he could)

During my rewatch of this goofy little ep I absolutely LOST it spying a suspiciously Mjolnir shaped hammer/mallet in the back of Tony’s workshop, too. If actually Mjolnir, in this universe it belongs to Loki - who had coincidentally misplaced it when Thor ask him where it’s at. What’s Tony doing with Loki’s hammer, hm? How’d that get there? Theft? Forgetfulness? Or maybe a little prezzie?

You CANNOT convince me they don’t hang out, maybe secretly, passing goblets of palace sourced wine between them, Loki reciting his lines while Tony tinkers away, occasionally pausing to say something like “Where’s the blood, sweat and tears? Give me more, your highness. Also, can you put aside Yorick and hold these tongs for a mo’? Great!”

[smalls-words]

Deafening Silence

Summary: This is a prequel to Silence Speaks When Words Can’t, so go read that before you read this (even though, chronologically, this comes before it). Because of this, it’s got a lot of jumps in it :)

Pairings: ScarletWidow x Fem!Healer!Reader

Genre: Fluff and Angst 

Warnings: Fainting/Passing out, light coma, 

Requested: YES/no

Words: 2,922

A/N: I hate uni. That’s it, go read.

*not my gifs*

Like your normal days, the sun broke through the window and shone on your face, waking you up abruptly. Little spots danced between your eyes until they healed, making you sigh as you got up to get ready for the day. 

You didn’t have much to do, but you really wanted to get it done - Wanda and Natasha were coming home, along with the rest of the team, but they didn’t give you the time that they would be back. So, you decided to get started early so that you could be prepared for any time.

You started in the kitchen, whipping up some cupcakes and cookies whilst following Wanda’s recipes. You knew that she had enchanted them so that only you, Natasha and herself could open them, but Natasha can’t cook to save her life, so it was really only you two. 

You popped the cupcakes in the top oven and the cookies in the bottom oven. “FRIDAY, can you tell me when they’re done?” 

“Of course, Ms L/N.” The AI responded.

You set out to decorate the living room, kitchen and dining room with as many ‘welcome home’ decorations as you could find, even printing some little figurines of them all with Tony’s 3D printer. You smiled at the mini versions of your girlfriends and placed them on top of the little tower you made, filled with sweet and savoury treats. 

You collected the cookies and cupcakes when FRIDAY told you they were done and you had to wait to ice the cupcakes, not wanting the icing to melt. After the recommended time you found in Wanda’s notes, you set some aside and decorated the rest with some plain white icing. 

Then, you went back to those cupcakes, dyed the icing, and took extra special care with the now red-and-black icing to make it swirl upwards in the way you knew Wanda did to make them perfect.

You put them in the fridge to let it all set whilst you piled the cookies onto several plates, getting chips and other snacks before you sat down on the couch.

Now, you had to wait.

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7 o’clock at night. You waited the whole freaking day, and now you felt like an idiot. You wasted all of the ingredients, Tony’s printer materials, the balloons, the decorations, and you sulked on the couch whilst you scrolled through your phone.

You smiled weakly at the sight of your girlfriends in your camera roll. Wanda, as per usual, had spilled something on her shirt and Natasha was ready to lick it off, but the witch’s power held her back as she grabbed a cloth instead. You chuckled as you remembered Natasha’s words, which you swore never to repeat.

With a stroke of need, you dialled Natasha, knowing full well she wouldn’t pick up. 

“Y/N/N? What’s wrong, honey?” 

You sniffled, confused. “Tasha?”

“Hi, baby. Are you okay? Is everything okay at the compound?” 

“Yeah. Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine.” You tried to hide the evidence of your tears, but she knew better than that.

“We’ll be home in about half an hour, unless you want us to pick up dinner on the way home?” 

“No! I mean, no, just… just come home.” You murmured, cursing yourself for sounding so desperate.

“Okay. Do you wanna say hi to Wanda?”

“HI Y/N/N!” The witch yelled through.

You chuckled softly. “Hi, my love.”

“How are you feeling? Was last night’s call helpful?”

You briefly remembered calling them, unable to get to sleep, and you nodded before you remembered you weren’t on FaceTime. “Yeah, it really helped, Wands. Thank you, both of you.” 

You heard a playful ‘aw’ from Tony and rolled your eyes. “Shut up, Stark.” 

“Rude!” He scoffed, but chuckles came from all around. 

“We love you, Y/N, we’ll be home soon.” 

“Bye-bye.” You muttered weakly, hanging up. 

You pulled the blanket from the side of the couch on top of you and sighed happily, ready to be in your girlfriends’ arms once more. 

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When you woke a few hours later to the sound of FRIDAY’s alert, you shot up and felt your stomach churning. 

“Ms L/N, get to the medical room now.” 

You sprinted down the hallway, not liking the feeling in your chest as it crept around your heart, squeezing it like it was the prey of a boa. You saw a pretty banged up Steve and Tony walk past and light touches to their arms healed them completely.

You needed your girls. Now.

You finally got to the medical rooms and saw them lying in side-by-side beds, horror running through you as you saw Natasha’s body spasm whilst the doctors tried to get her under control. You sped to her side and took her hand, only for Wanda to start crashing too.

“Everybody out!” You yelled over the commotion, the doctors questioning your methods until Thor came in and asked them to get out too.

You whipped around and pressed a hand to his chest, healing him too, before you took Natasha and Wanda’s hands. Wisps of green began to emanate from your conjoined hands as your knees shook, every ounce in your body fighting to both heal them and to keep yourself upright.

“Lady Y/N, it won’t work! You’ll kill yourself in the process, stop!” Thor begged, but you shook your head.

“If I die saving them, then it’s a worthy sacrifice. The world needs the Avengers.” 

“But they need you.” 

You shook your head and felt it get lighter and lighter. “The world… needs… them.” 

You felt your knees hit the ground as that feeling around your heart constricted further, making it impossible to breathe until you let go of Natasha and Wanda’s hands, catching yourself before you could face plant into the cold tiles.

You heard them cough and splutter whilst you groaned on the floor, feeling two meaty hands lift you like you weighed nothing more than a feather. Their words made you recognise them as Thor’s hands, but two pairs of thin, nimble ones came to your chest and face.

“Y/N/N, STAY AWAKE, PLEASE!” 

It sounded a million miles away, like you were drifting through space and someone was talking to you through the comms. You marvelled at the stars in your vision, finding constellations where there were none, and slumped into the bed previously occupied by Wanda. 

“Wel… Welcome… home.” You muttered before you passed out. 

Natasha and Wanda looked at your still form with complete fear and guilt running through them. Only hours ago, you had called them with tears evident in your tone and they had told you they would be home soon. 

But Fury called them and they had to fight all over again, with half-full magazines and fatigued bodies, they were losing against the smaller, second mission. However, Thor summoned a bolt of lightning so powerful that it fried all of their enemies, leaving him with a few jets to commandeer and bring them all home. He had called in doctors by calling Maria, but he knew what would happen if you were alerted. 

Now, it was their turn to wait. 

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It took four days for you to wake up properly. You had faded in and out of your unconscious state, uncertainty and fear coursing through you but the one constant was seeing Natasha and Wanda by your bedside. 

During those brief moments of consciousness, Natasha would be running her fingers through your hair whilst Wanda spoke to you softly, giving you words of encouragement and promises that they wouldn’t leave your side.

They kept their promises with every time your eyes opened, making sure they were awake to help you calm down or to ease your mind. Wanda monitored your unconscious state with her magic whilst Natasha’s eyes never seemed to stray from your vitals. 

But now, you were fully awake without either of them there. 

“F-FRIDAY?” You asked softly.

“Yes, Ms L/N?” She asked just as softly as your voice, not wanting to startle you.

“W-Where’s Tasha a-and Wanda?” You shivered underneath your blankets.

“I will alert them that you are awake. Unfortunately, you are not in a Stark bed, so I cannot help you warm up. I will alert Mr Stark about that.” 

You nodded mindlessly and kept your eyes closed, the lights around you quite bright, and you only opened them when you heard two pairs of boots stop suddenly outside of your room.

“Y/N/N!” Wanda cried, hurtling towards you with a tear-filled hug whilst Natasha came to your side and held your hand. 

“How are you feeling?”

“Tired, but I just had a four-day nap.” You chuckled weakly, but neither of them found it humorous. 

Wanda sat further down on your lap and noticed how you shivered, with Natasha already on it considering your vitals were giving her a warning. 

“Get off her, Wanda.” The Widow muttered.

The witch climbed off of you but never fully left you, still holding your hand, and Natasha brought you some more blankets.

“FRIDAY, can you ask Tony or someone to put some soup in the microwave?” 

“Of course, Ms Romanoff.” 

The two of them sat by your side but you could see the emotion on their face, looking down at your blankets as you cuddled up further into them.

“Why, Y/N/N?” Natasha asked, her voice broken on the question.

“You were dying. Both of you.” You answered, not looking at either of them.

“The doctors-”

“They weren’t even close to saving you.” You spat as you interrupted Wanda.

“I could feel you slipping away. Your bodies… they- they were thrashing on the beds, your eyes rolled back into your heads- do you know how terrifying that is? To see the two women in your life as nothing more than bodies flopping around like dying fish?”

“Thor told us that you said something about saving us, about how the world needs us. What about us needing you?” Natasha finally pulled your eyes away by holding your jaw.

“Hmm? Whilst you were using your life force to heal ours, did you even stop to think about that? About how broken we’d be if you weren’t here?”

“You would have had each other… You’d have been fine.” You murmured, pushing her hand off of your face.

“No, Y/N, we wouldn’t have been ‘fine’.” Wanda growled.

“Everybody says that when you lose someone you love, a piece of your heart goes with them. You know how many people I’ve lost. How many more pieces do you think I have?”

You hid under your blankets and closed your eyes, a thought creeping through your mind before you dismissed it.

But Wanda heard it. “Seriously? Wishing to go back to sleep and not having to deal with this? Y/N, that’s low.” 

“I wanted you to come home!” You snapped, throwing all of the blankets off of you even though that was a hard task.

“I wanted you in my arms, safe at 7:30, when you promised! I spent an entire day getting the compound ready for a nice relaxed evening, but you decided to go play more heroes! I didn’t think I’d be here, sitting in a medical bed, arguing with you about how I nearly died saving you! The world doesn’t even know I exist, because I don’t have superpowers like you! I’m a healer! It’s my calling to heal the wounded! I can’t control it, even if I tried!”

You stood up and found a renewed strength in you as you ripped the wires off of your body and sent the machines into a cacophony of beeping. 

“If you died, everybody would blame me for letting two of the best Avengers die! But if I died, nobody would bat an eyelash because evidently, I’m not that important!” You marched out of the room and ignored the way that Tony had brought your soup, only to come back and thank him softly.

“How are you feeling, kiddo?” He asked, walking with you.

“Dumb, stupid girlfriends.” You muttered, sipping on the soup as you subconsciously followed him into his lab. 

He chuckled and sat down on his chair, leaving you to do the same on his wheeled stool. You shivered slightly and took another spoonful of soup, but froze when you felt something being placed on your back.

You watched as the suit built outwards and surrounded your body, sighing into the warmth of the heater. “Thank you, Tony.” 

“Don’t worry about it. Those cupcakes you made were delicious, by the way. And the figurines? Those were cool.” 

You smiled, happy to have your efforts acknowledged and appreciated. “Thanks, Tony. Can… Can I keep the suit? Just for now, ‘cause I’m cold?” 

“Yeah, sure. You can ‘keep it’ keep it if you want. I don’t really use it since I’ve built a heater into all of my suits now.” He shrugged, watching you smile as you left.

You entered the kitchen and saw a small note on the last cupcake decorated with green icing, confused since you didn’t make any green icing. “For Y/N - if anybody eats this, we will kill you.” You read aloud, chuckling softly.

You flipped it over as you saw some writing on the back. ‘Y/N - please come and find us when you see this magical cupcake. Love, Tasha and Wands xx’. You blushed and put the note in your pocket before you abandoned your soup and took your cupcake.

You searched through the compound, holding your cupcake with both hands, and heard a familiar sound coming from your bedroom. You slowly walked towards it and hid against the wall, listening to the two voices inside.

“Hurry up, Wanda, she’s gonna be here any minute!”

“I’m trying to pick between green sheets and red sheets which is already stressing enough, so will you calm down?! God, it’s like the first night we became a throuple.” 

You chuckled softly, remembering that night filled with lots of blushing, lots of stolen kisses, and lots and lots of affection. 

“FRIDAY, where’s Y/N?”

“She’s outside.” 

“Fuck!” 

You stepped into the doorframe and almost burst out laughing at the scene in front of you. Candles along the bottom of the TV were lit whilst snacks, drinks and pizza were on the side table. Meanwhile, the bed was in shambles as Wanda’s magic turned the sheets green and Natasha was so swept up in the duvet cover that she had gotten lost.

“Wanda? Why’s everything quiet?” Natasha asked.

You snickered softly and watched her freeze, moving around the bed to help her out of the cover. You smirked as her cheeks turned bright red before you kissed them softly, turning to Wanda as you leaned on Natasha.

“Struggling to choose, my love? You know what my favourite colours are.”

She smiled softly and changed them to red and black, sighing in relief before she walked over to you. “I see Tony has had his fair share of time with you.”

You shook your head as you laughed through your nose. “You two get so jealous so quickly.” 

Natasha’s arms laced around your waist and hummed at the belt buckle - it was both of their symbols layered on one another. “You’re our girl.”

You grinned and kissed her cheek until Wanda pulled you in by the belt and hugged you tightly. “Come on, it’s time for us to apologise.” 

You shook your head and tried to move out of her arms, but her magic picked up the both of you and placed you in the bed. Natasha crawled in behind and pressed the symbol on your back, the suit folding away before she chucked it blindly into the room. 

“Hey!” You barked playfully, only for her lips to seal over yours. 

You pressed slightly against them as Natasha’s tongue swept across your bottom lip, but she pushed no further. Wanda soon replaced hers and you sighed satisfactorily into it, her lips leaving yours whilst she moved your head to rest on her chest.

“We’re sorry for getting mad at you, love. We shouldn’t have.” She murmured, beginning to twist your hair through her fingers. 

“You are so important to us, dorogaya (darling), and we’d be devastated if we lost you. Please, just… you don’t have to go full throttle, okay?” Natasha kissed the back of your neck.

“Okay.” You sighed.

“Maybe Wanda can help you learn to control those urges to heal us. Hey, Wands?”

“Always.” She responded, kissing your temple.

“Now, who’s hungry?” You asked, gesturing to your cupcake.

Wanda hovered it in the air and cut it perfectly into three, licking the green icing off of your nose whilst Natasha licked it on your cheek, just out of reach of your lips. 

“Stop licking me.” You grumbled, but they both chuckled.

“I think cuddles and movies are in order.” Wanda declared, making you grin with Natasha as she put your favourite movie on.

They fed you some slices of pizza and made sure you drank a lot of water before your eyelids became heavy and you struggled to keep them open. You felt soft touches on your cheek and looked over to see Wanda’s fingers creeping closer to your eyelids.

“Shut them, detka (baby). Tasha and I are not leaving you for a while.” She murmured, shutting your eyelids for you.

“But I wanna watch the movie…” You grumbled quietly.

“You can finish it in the morning.” Natasha snickered, gliding her fingers along your bicep before you fell asleep to the sounds of their heartbeats.

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cruel intentions | chapter nineteenth

summary: honestly, fuck it.

warnings: smut (minors dni)

listen to: You get me so high - The Neighbourhood  | Afterglow - Taylor Swift (playlist here)

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You didn’t sleep that night either. It had been over a week or so since you’d gotten to sleep more than a couple of hours; the growing pain in your chest didn’t allow you to -a longing and deep ache that you’d only felt once before in your life-, to the point that it was starting to worry you. It was hard to breathe, as usual, inhaling and exhaling attempting to calm yourself down. 

It failed because the only thing you could see was Peter’s pained face. 

It was around five a.m. when you were tired of turning and tossing on your bed all night that you decided to do something about it. You woke up when the sun was just starting to come up, realizing you needed to hurry up you walked silently to your lab still in your oversize pajama and without any shoes. 

The initiation of your lab was kept the same, the same code, the same routine of snapping your fingers and the whole place would light up. You walked around it, still able to see your last notes on the desk with the tools sprawled on the lab, just like you’d left it. Part of you wondered if Tony had left it like this because it hurt too much for him to go back, just like it hurt you. 

You walked to the small platform and stayed still while you looked around, you pressed something on your watch before you finally spoke. 

“HAPPY?” you asked softly. 

“Yes, Mrs. Stark?” The AI answered you, a bit of trepidation in his voice which you found funny. 

“Can you check my vitals?” you asked nervously, feeling cold sweat running down your back. 

“On it, Mrs. Stark,”

The sensors began to trace your body as you stayed still, trying to regulate your breath while your feet tapped furiously on the platform. 

“It’s my heart? Or my brain?” you asked, holding your hands in closed fists so hard that you knew crescent moons would appear on your palms. 

The AI remained silent for other seconds. “No sign of cardiac anomaly or unusual brain activity,” HAPPY answered sternly as you nodded your head furiously. 

“That’s good, so it’s the alcohol? Any side-effects from whatever I had over those days?” you asked while you turned around, pacing around the platform and letting out a sigh while passing a hand through your hair. 

“My diagnosis is that you’ve experienced severe anxiety during the last few days,”

The words made you stop dead in your tracks while you turned around to the screen. There it was, the diagnosis was right there. It was all in your fucking brain, you cursed silently as you walked out of the lab, the sun was already up as you hurried down the hallways back into your room. You closed the door, as best as you could with Peter’s dent on it before going to the bathroom and closing the door quickly. 

Your eyes fell into the mirror in front of you, there were already tears threatening to fall from your eyes while you were panting. 

“Get your shit together,” you growled to yourself, as you tried to wipe the tears away while you glared at you furiously. 

Angry filled your chest as you looked at yourself, wondering where the hell the strong Stark had gone and had left a pathetic whiny girl instead. It wasn’t you, it wasn’t supposed to be you. 

Your vexation was broken though, as you heard some noise coming from the hallway outside of your room. You took a deep breath before opening the door to the bathroom and peeking through the main door. 

There he was. Closing the door softly while he carried some bags in his hands. Peter didn’t want to wake anyone up, instead, he wanted to be as silent as he could. He hadn’t slept that night either, none of the nights since you’d fought for that matter, even less when he’d seen his social media filled with pictures of you in multiple bars. 

He’d gone to the compound since Tony had asked him to, not because he wanted to be away but because you still seemed to be running away from your feelings, from him. Peter had decided that he was done chasing you around three a.m., he wondered if he was a coward for running away from you but he concluded that it was the same that you’d done before to him. 

You couldn’t open up to him, you just couldn’t and it pained Peter too much to stay there. 

Even more when he turned around and saw you, staring at him with a pained expression. He watched you silently for a moment, he watched as you silently walked forward to him but Peter refused, he refused to be dropped a whole new layer of hurt onto him. He began to walk away, wondering if you would let him be, passing right in front of you without a word. 

He doesn’t know for a moment if it would’ve hurt more if you’d talked to him rather than watched him walk away silently.  

You consider it for a moment as well, part of you wants to run back to your room but you linger in the doorway. 

Were you would actually let him leave?

You’re running behind him before you even notice it yourself. In only an oversize shirt and no shoes, you all through the compound until you reached the main door. He’s still there thankfully, packing his bags into a car. 

“Peter,” you said softly as he finished placing the bags in the trunk, he turned around for you, surprise that you’d gone downstairs. “What are you doing?”

Peter huffed. “I’m going home,”

You shook your head. “You were supposed to stay here, you can’t just leave!” you explained to him while you looked back at the compound. 

He looked at you with widened eyes. He wanted to believe that you would say whatever you were feeling for him, he wanted to believe that you would just talk to him so he could do something about it. He waited for it, but after a few seconds, he sighed as he placed the heel of his hand on his eye, already tired as the sun was coming up. 

“But I am,” Peter sighed. You stared at him, he could feel your heartbeat from where it was, it was hammering so hard that Peter got worried for a second, and he frowned. “Tell me the truth, do you want me here?”

Yes, you thought but your mouth didn’t seem to formulate it. 

“I…” 

Peter felt another pang of hurt in his chest. He closed the trunk softly as he gave you one last look before he walked to the passenger's door and closed the door, the car drove away as you were still there, watching him leave. 

He’d given up on you. It hit you like a ton of bricks as you took shallow breaths but instead of tears attempting to fall from your eyes, you could only feel a hot burning rumble running through your chest. 

“Fuck it,” you muttered silently while you walked towards your room again. 

Fuck the wager, fuck trying to avoid your feelings, fuck feeling fucking weak. Fuck everything that had been attempting to hold you down. 

You ignored the curious glances of people, you could only think about one thing and one thing only. When you reached the room, you tore the oversize shirt from your body as you jumped in the shower as quickly as you could. You barely dried your body as you began to dress again while you 

“HAPPY, find the address to Peter Parker’s place,” you grumbled while dressing with the first things you could find. 

“Mrs. Stark, Mr. Stark ordered a complete lockdown of this information, it’s even deleted from the internet.” HAPPY to inform you. 

“Override Karen’s system and give me the address,” you hounded again at the AI as you placed some make-up over to your face.  

“Mrs. Stark I-”

“HAPPY, I’m not going to say it again,” you replied with a deep breath. “Please,” you insisted. 

By the time Peter arrived at his apartment, the sun was already up but there weren’t many people in the streets so early on a Sunday morning, he was just entering his bags to his apartment as he tried to forget how gorgeous but also hurt you looked as he left. 

Peter wonder if he was being a coward by letting you go, he wondered if he should be back at the compound knocking down on your door and simply asking for one more chance with you. He suspected there was something that you weren’t telling him. At least if you reject him then, he wouldn’t be dealing with the guilt of not trying one more time to eat him alive like at that moment. 

Peter groans as he realizes, the only thing he’d wanted to do was to be with you, he messed up by leaving. He knows he shouldn’t have left, his body moves before he notices it himself. 

He walked determinedly towards the door of his apartment but just as he opened it, you were there. 

You hoped that you didn’t look insane, you were practically wearing the first things you’d found in your closet, your hair was damp from the shower that you’d taken and you had barely any make-up on. You were also panting, part of it was just the anxiety of facing Peter but the other was for the fact that you’d flown to Peter’s place and you were hoping that no one in the sky had detected you. 

But it didn't matter to you now, not with how pretty he looked in the golden sunshine that was entering his apartment, not by the way his eyes filled with awe as he took you in. 

“How did you-” he asked, the hint of a smile on his lips before you cut him off. 

You launched forward and pressed your lips against his while you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself tightly against him. 

Peter got the hint quickly as he wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you tightly against him while he kissed you. He quickly used his web shooters to close the door to his place before he lifted you up and you secured your legs around his waist as he carried you to his room. You moaned loudly as he settled you on the bed. His lips were hot and your breathing was already uneven as his hands roamed your body, he unbuttoned the cardigan that you’d chosen to wear while you tugged his shirt upward, he got the hint as he tore his shirt over his head. Your eyes widened slightly as you stare at him with flushed cheeks, your nails raking down his abs as he looked at how you bit your lip when you reached the edge of his pants. 

Peter stared at you for a second while you simply nodded, giving him all the confirmation he’d ever need it. You began to work with the loops of his belt as both of you kneeled on his bed while he pressed soft kisses on your collarbone. 

You loved how Peter Parker felt about you. You loved how he kissed you softly and passionately, you loved how his fingertips felt on you as he skimmed his fingers along your sides to your breasts, you loved how his eyes felt on you like he was drinking you in like you were more the perfect thing in the world for him. 

You’re thoughts break away as Peter lifted you up easily and moved you delicately onto your back, covering your body with his; as if he was reminding you of his strength. He kisses you deeply, more purposefully than before he rolled his hips against yours, and you moaned loudly as you feel his length against your core, now only the thin layer of your underwear keeping you apart. 

The heat was radiating off from his boy and you couldn’t get enough of him as his kisses became fierce and your breathing remained shallow, you suddenly felt your hands shaking as you cupped his face with your hands while wrapping your legs tighter around his hips. You wanted him so badly, you wanted only to feel him. 

Peter kissed your neck as he moved your jaw with his nose while his hands began to play with your breasts while he rocked his hips against your core, you couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped your lips as he pressed against yours. Before you realize it, he lowered his head and kissed your chest, he cups around his hand on one, rolling one nipple between his thumb and index finger before taking the other one to his mouth, he attached his lips to your right nipple, slowly starting to suck on it. 

“Peter,” you gasped softly as your fingers tugged onto his curls as peter continued sucking on your nipples.

Peter loved how his name sounded on your lips. He looks up at you through lust-filled eyes, his cheeks tinged pink as his eyes were looking at you bright and shiny, lust-filled but with the same adoration, he usually had for you. You squirmed under his touch as he began to kiss his way down your body, leaving hot opened mouth kisses on your stomach, then on your hipbone until he reached your navel. 

You quickly pushed your hips up and Peter pulled your panties down before settling them in his bed as he kneeled. His eyes raked your body unashamedly and for the first time with any guy you felt the urge of covering yourself, he was looking at you as if you were a precious thing that only he could look at. Peter smiled as he looked at you, breathing heavily, your legs wrapped around his torso, puffy lips flushed chest heaving directly in his vision. 

Peter realized that he would never understand how he was so lucky to have you. He leaned down and pressed his lips softly to yours. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured affectionately. 

You’d never felt your chest pound like that in your entire life as Peter began to lower himself again, grabbing your thighs and putting them on his shoulders as he settle between your legs. He kissed your inner thighs first before he dived in. His tongue, flat on your pussy before he kissed your tongue while he teased your entrance with his fingers, igniting a fire in your body as you moan loudly. 

He continued to administer careful attention to your pussy as you began to move your hips into his face, crying out for him. 

“More,” you whined as you feel Peter’s grip on your ribs get stronger as his tongue wet and warm felt perfect on your clit before it started to work you open. 

You moaned loudly as you watched how his shoulder muscles flexed as he used his strength to keep you in place, preventing you from squirming. You cried out loudly after a certain movement of his tongue and you were sure he was smirking against your pussy. You loved seeing a cocky side of him but you were too high in lust to actually think coherently as Peter brought you to the edge. 

A wave of pleasure washes over you as you tugged on his curls harder causing Peter to grunt, the sound sending vibrations across your pussy, making you fall apart at seams. Peter holds you tight as you arch your back, pushing against his mouth, legs trembling as he helps you ride your orgasms with his mouth. 

“You were so good,” Peter praised as he pushes himself back up and kissed you hard. 

You part your legs for him to settle between as you taste yourself in his mouth, hissing as he pressed his length against yours, all too sensitive for that. Part of you wonders if you came back too fast but your thoughts fly out the window as you push down the waistband of his boxers, wrapping your hand around the base of his length. 

Peter hisses back as he plants his forearm beside your head, his head on the crook of your neck as you work on him softly but Peter quickly stopped you, grabbing your wrist and placing it on the other side of your head. 

“I want to be inside of you,” he whispered and you nodded frantically. 

And then, you were kissing again, a kiss filled with moans and gasps, aggressive and vital as you dug your nails into Peter’s back to bring him closer to you, while Peter quickly settled completely between your legs and guides his cock between your folds, kissing your lips hard as you take him. 

You whimpered, softly, adjusting to him. You could feel him throbbing inside of you and you felt full as you breathed heavily, nearly hyperventilating as your eyes met. He moved slightly and you hissed, clenching around him as you adjusted to his side. 

“Okay?”

“Yeah,”

He leaned down and kissed you as he began to rock his hips into yours and met him halfway, moving your hips to his rhythm as Peter looked at you carefully. He was suddenly struck with your beauty as your eyes met, your rosy cheeks and glossy eyes while you looked at him as if he was the only person on this earth. 

He leaned down and kissed you softly, while you mewled loudly, feeling every inch of himself grinding and stroking against your walls. With a sharp moan, you could feel the pressure inside of your building once more as he snapped his hops a bit harder than before. His tempo increased and you began to feel as if your body was on fire once more. 

Sex was almost always good, but, this was like an out-of-body experience. Being held by Peter’s arms as he hovered over you, his head on your neck as he grunted and moaned, his skin glistening and his abs clenching over and over as he continued to thrust into you, it was everything, everything you could’ve wished for. 

Peter shifted both of you suddenly, he was on his knees as he easily pushed you upwards with him, your legs intertwined with his as you placed your hand on his neck and watched him softly. 

“Fuck,”  Peter grunted, his voice raspy, while you let out a particularly breathy moan into his ear. “You’re so perfect, I never want to lose you,” he admitted before thrusting hard into you. 

“I love, oh,” 

Your head snapped up and your bottom lip wobbled slightly, it was perfect. He thrust up harder, causing you to wine loudly as he picked up his pace even more and you began to match up his thrusts, moving up and down while your breath bounced and your thighs began to shake while you took him so well. The intense, tremendous pressure starts to build up and both of your motions began to become erratic. You kissed him hard, feeling his fingertips on your wrist and on your back, you were so close that you don’t know where he ends and you begin. 

“Yes,” you moaned, throwing your head back again as Peter gripped your hips tighter and plunged harder and deeper inside of you. 

With a low, animalistic growl Peter thrust one more time for you and a strangled noise slipped your lips as you drape your arms around his shoulders, breathing haggard and choked as you begin to tremble, digging your nails into his shoulders as you fall apart. Your body shakes as Peter continues to fuck you through your orgasm. 

He grunted and moaned, chasing his release as he holds your hips down and you whimper as he rutted himself deep into you. The unbelievable way that you clench around him, the heat from deep inside you sucked him in that his muscles contract sharply as he comes, letting out a groan into your neck, his cock twitching as shivers run through both of your bodies.  

“I love you,” you finally whispered. 

You finally slept well that day, with Peter holding you tightly in his bed. 

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author's note: ok fucking finally chapter 19th is here and im so excited for this one. Things are going to go downhill from here lol so welcome to the rollercoaster of the next few chapters! as always thank you so much if you decide to support me on my ko-fi and leaving any comments or a like or a reblog truly makes me the happiest.

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Coffee Disaster - P1

Bucky Barnes x Barista!Reader x Father Figure!Tony.

Summary: Tony and Bucky's feud has reached its limit of tolerance. What can happen when you leave a supersoldier and Iron Man alone for a few minutes? Answer: disaster.

A/N: well, this is my first Bucky's oneshot! This idea was a dream i had a couple of days ago 😅 I couldn't let it go, so I decided to write it. It might be a multi-chapter because of everything I've been writing 😅😂.

I hope you like it and enjoy it as much as I did while I was writing this story 🥺

TW: SO MUCH ANGST - Bucky&Tony being stupid - angry reader (yes, it's a warning) - sad Bucky - heartbreak

English isn't my first language. Sorry if there's any mistakes 😅

Tag: @ro-is-struggling @luciasimmer96 @themorningsunshine @mads-weasley @aquanova99 @alexsoenomel (if you wanna be tagged, just tell me 🥺❤️)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

"Y/N's Coffee Talk - CLOSED INDEFINITELY".

"Reason: ANTHONY EDWARD STARK - JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES".

Those were the signs that had all the people in the Avengers Tower furious. The tower's barista had decided to close her coffee bar because of a LITTLE INCIDENT a few days before between her father figure and the man she had fallen in love with. Although they didn't know what happened, they could imagine why Y/N was more than upset with them.

The enmity between them reached its limit for such a silly reason! They both wanted the best for her, but their differences did the opposite.

Neither spoke as they pulled out and threw away what was destroyed, each in their own mind carefully planning every step to take to recover that broken relationship and avoid every person in the tower lining up to have their heads as a reward.

Bucky: We should get to work - breaking the overwhelming silence and finishing throwing the last piece of broken wood into the dumpster - this has gone far enough.

Tony: I know - feeling just as guilty - Y/n had put a lot of effort into her work to get all this done.

Bucky: we'll have to do our best to reverse this situation.

Bruce: I want to talk to you two -approaching them with Nat- what did you do to leave the place like that? You know that y/n...

Tony: Yeah yeah, we know - rolling his eyes - that's why we're going to get to work right away.

Nat: Can we know what happened? Steve didn't give details, but even he's itching to rip your heads off.

Tony: It's a long story, but...

Bruce: start talking - impatient

Bucky: what happened was...

Flashback:

Y/N: Good morning James - opening the door and letting out the beautiful smell of freshly brewed coffee - the usual? -with her trademark smile -double shot of espresso with a spoonful of sugar?

Bucky: Good morning Y/N/N -smiling at him- yes, please.

Y/N: Funny so early in the morning here, I thought you were going for a run with Sam?

Bucky: I was -laughing- I needed a moment of peace before the birdbrain makes me kill him -she just laughed and shook her head- also...-dubiously- I wanted to talk something with you

Y/N: mm? What is it? -purging her machine to place the sieved filter holder in it

Bucky: I wanted to know if...

Y/N: Oh no -pulling out his phone-

Bucky: What's wrong?

Y/N: Steve promised to help me upload the new order, they brought beans from Ethiopia, they are some of the best and with an indescribable flavour! -anxious and happy- and it looks like it's already arrived because he just texted me to say it's downstairs.

Bucky: uh.. Ok, it can wait -giving him a warm smile- don't worry.

Y/N: -serving his coffee- are you sure you don't want to tell me now?

Bucky: really doll, don't worry. I'll tell you later and... You make the best coffees in the world

Tony: Speaking of coffee, how about my cappuccino? -looking at the scene before his eyes- I thought it would be ready by now.

Y/N: You're going to have to wait Stark, until I get back I'm not going to make you your beloved cappuccino -passing by his side and grabbing a list of the order-.

Tony: But...

Bucky: Leave her alone Tony, Steve's waiting for her downstairs.

Tony: Did I ask you something?

Bucky: Don't rush her, she's got to go get...

Tony: -ignoring him- come on girl, I need your cappuccinos- behaving like a little kid

Y/N: -hanging up her apron- Tony, wait for me in about... -looking at the time- 30 minutes and I'll do it. I'm not leaving Steve alone downstairs with the three bags of coffee at 3kg each!

Tony: Fine -annoyed- but you'd better...

Bucky: Yeah yeah, make your cappuccino when she's back. Leave her alone Stark

Tony: Shut your mouth Barnes, nobody asked you anything here.

Bucky: And what are you gonna do if i don't...

Y/N: OK YOU TWO -separating them- what did I tell you about arguing here?

Tony&Bucky: that you'll ban us from entering until we settle our differences.

Y/N: exactly -checking that nothing is missing- well, in 30 minutes I'll be back here. In the meantime -seriously- behave like the adults you are -leaving them and closing the door while putting up a "be right back" sign.

Tony: What are you doing here winter? -crossing his arms-

Bucky: None of your business, tin man - sitting down near the bar.

Tony: Uh-huh, right. You never miss your morning jog with Sam or Steve, something brought you here early.

You see, Tony considered Y/N like a daughter. Ever since he met her in that coffee shop in downtown NYC and, months after learning that she was out of work and that her parents had died -years before- in an accident, he swore he would protect her with everything in his power. And that protection included keeping a certain super-soldier away from her.

Bucky: I told you it's none of your business - texting Sam.

Tony: What do we have here... -pulling out his phone and checking it

Bucky: HEY! STARK, GIVE THAT BACK TO ME -chasing him all over the place until he stopped abruptly-

The big ironman couldn't believe his eyes. He kept seeing those messages over and over again.

{SW} AND? Did you tell her? What happened?

[BB] No, not yet.

{SW} Why?! Buck, you have to invite her! Don't waste your time!

Tony: Really Barnes?! I told you to stay away from her! You were going to ask her out!?

Bucky: so what? -putting his phone away- yeah, I want to ask her out, is there a problem with that?

Tony: I'm not going to let you....

Bucky: What you're not going to let? A retired, recovered assassin asking out his best friend?

Sure... "best friend." Since the day they met, Bucky can't get her out of his mind. Y/N was amazing, someone he could spend hours and hours talking to about whatever was on their minds, the one person who could calm him down when his nights were plagued by nightmares of his stormy past. His love for her reached a higher level where he loved her as more than just his best friend.

Tony: I told you, stay away from her -pushing him away-.

Bucky: Stark, I'm warning you -threatening- don't provoke me. You're not her real father.

Tony: Uhh that's scary, -mocking him- and no, I'm not her father, but I'll do anything to keep her away from the monster that...

A fist connecting directly to his face prevented him from speaking any further. Indeed, his provocation brought out the worst in the supersoldier. Tony landed on one of the tables, knocking it completely off and leaving only splinters.

Tony: -still giddy- that's how you want to play it, huh? -slowly getting up and wiping away the small drop of blood that was falling on his lip- we can fix it.

Bucky: Do it

And the fight began.

They both dodged all the blows of their nemesis with speed, though some of them landed on their bodies. They used EVERYTHING there was to defend themselves: chairs, tables, cups, anything they saw was a "weapon".

Bucky: come on tin, it doesn't have to end like this - throwing himself on top of Tony and putting his legs in a headlock on his neck.

Tony: I'm not going to let you beat me, Terminator.

Out of nowhere, a turbine noise is heard coming through the window.

Bucky: You're a... -One of the suit's gloves hits him and sends him flying to the bar where moments before Y/N was preparing the coffee.

Tony: -going to Bucky grabbing him by his clothes- now I'm going to give you what you deserve.

The door opens at that instant and they both go pale.

Steve: What the... -leaving the roasted coffee to one side and unable to believe what was before his eyes.

Y/N: Steve, what's wrong? -appearing from behind him- what...

Her eyes couldn't believe it. Her coffee shop, the place she had staked all her savings and dreams on, totally destroyed. From all the furnishings to the crockery and...

Y/N: m... My... My cafeteria... -looking all around- no... Nononono... WHAT DID YOU DO! -noting that Bucky was right on top of her espresso machine- YOU DESTROYED MY CARIMALLI! -looking at them furiously- DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I SAVED TO GET IT!!!!?????

Looking around, the two realised how much trouble they were in. Regret and shame at their behaviour were the first emotions they felt.

Tony: Y/N/N...

Y/N: - turning totally red - Anthony and James, I told you to behave like adults, not to fight like the two little boys you are, but it seems that every time someone asks you to do that, you ignore it - raising his voice even more and getting closer as they backed away and Steve was only an observer of the situation and enjoying every second - I told you I'd be back in 30 minutes, you promised me not to do anything, what did you do? DESTROYED WHAT MADE ME MOST HAPPY, -pushing them both, although it didn't do much to hurt them any more than they already were.

Anthony and James. Their full names. Steve slowly approached his side to avoid further altercations between the trio in front of him and to call for help in case something happened to Y/N.

Bucky: Doll, we're sorry. We made a really big mistake and....

Y/N: sorry isn't going to fix anything James - walking away with her hands shaking, eyes teary and agitated - this.... There's no turning back

Bucky: are you okay? -scared to see his condition

Y/N: No... -trying to breathe- I don't want you talking to or looking for me...either...both of you.... -her anxiety was reaching its peak- I need to leave. Steve... I don't... I don't feel well

Tony: princess, please -seeing her get out of there as fast as possible

The three men stood alone looking out over the war territory. Steve was disappointed that Bucky was letting Tony's provocations get the better of him, he knew this was going to happen someday, but not a fight on this scale.

Steve: -watching them for a moment- really? Bar fight?

Tony: Rogers, we know we screwed up and let the grudge get the worst of us, but I wasn't going to let Barnes make her suffer. It's HIS fault for starting this.

Bucky: MY FAULT? You started provoking me and treating me like something I'm not anymore.

Tony: Sure, you didn't throw the first punch, did you?

Steve: OK, ENOUGH! -seeing Steve angry wasn't an everyday occurrence- you have to fix this mess now and it better be soon. This ends now

F.R.I.D.A.Y: Captain Rogers, Miss Y/L/N needs your help.

Steve: What's going on?

F.R.I.D.A.Y: I detected that her stress levels are very high and she can't breathe. She is in her room.

Steve: tell her I'm on my way - scrubbing her face with his hands - clean up and start doing something. Now.

Tony: Now we're screwed.

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Tony: And after that we saw Steve take her to the medical wing because her anxiety was getting worse and worse - feeling guilty about what caused that situation.

Bruce: You've got to be kidding me -in disbelief- did you really fight over her?

Bucky: Yeah -embarrassed- we realised too late what we did and ended up hurting her in the worst way.

Nat: By ignoring her and breaking her trust in both of us over a stupid argument?

Tony: Ouch.

Bucky: That hurt, but.... Yeah - wiping the dust off his hands - we'd better start now, there's no time to waste.

Tony: Yeah, but where do we start? -heading with everyone to the tower- we destroy her dream coffee shop.

Bruce: What does she like? -helping them a little, he felt sorry for these two- there's got to be something that you know about.

Bucky: -getting on the elevator- umm... one of the renovations she always wanted to do was to change the current colours for brighter ones and the chairs and tables for ones that...

Tony: well, that's a start - clasping his hands together - let's go to the lab to plan....

The doors opened and they found Y/N in the living room. Nat approached her slowly and placing a hand on her shoulder and only gave her a faint smile that faded as she saw Bucky, as Tony continued on his way to his office in the lift.

Bruce: Nat, I need you to help me with something, - understanding what was about to happen- now

Bucky: Y/N/N... -seeing that they were all alone as they disappeared through the kitchen doorway

Y/N: my dream was always to have a coffee shop of my own -sighing- no matter the place or the people, I always wanted that, besides starting college -the painting she was holding in her hands ended up broken in the trash before he could say a word- now I know that what everyone said was true.... I'm never going to be able to fulfil it. All thanks to you two

That broke Bucky.

Bucky: doll, don't say that, of course....

Y/N: no "doll" - annoyed - you let the provocations get to your head when I told you over a million times to ignore it!

Bucky: yeah, I know, I just didn't...

Y/N: I thought you'd changed James, that you weren't letting anger consume you anymore -disappointed

Bucky: what? -speechless- of course I don't let my past bring out the worst in me anymore, don't say those things, please.... -taking her hands- I wasn't thinking about what I was doing and...

Y/N: James. Stop it. - turning away from him with teary eyes - I asked you not to make a big deal out of it. You did the opposite. Everything's changed now. Oh, God! I even thought that... -biting her tongue- enough, it doesn't matter now.

Bucky: what did you think? -in a whisper and annoyed with himself- tell me

Y/N: nothing, it doesn't matter -getting up to leave

Bucky: don't go -taking her by the arm- please, tell me

Y/N: James, no, that's it.

Bucky: please, - locking his stormy eyes on hers- I want to know and I'll stop bothering you until I come up with a solution.

Y/N: -taking a deep breath- I liked you -letting go of his grip- I wanted to tell you that very day, I had worked up the courage. It's all gone now. -leaving him alone with his thoughts

He couldn't believe what he heard. Y/N, his best friend, had the same feelings as him, she reciprocated! On the one hand he wanted to jump up and down and scream with happiness, on the other hand he wanted to beat himself up for what his anger accomplished.

Slowly he walked to the bin where the picture was and curiously picked it up and was stunned. It was the collage with all the pinterest pictures they had taken together at the bar one night when neither of them could sleep. It took him a couple of minutes to react and go to Stark to start executing the plan.

Sam: Wow dude - bumping into him in the hallway - what's up?

Bucky: She likes me -shaken from running- she likes me and I ruined everything -showing him the painting- but I'll fix it.

Sam: - confused - and this is it?

Bucky: this is the dream coffee shop that Y/N always wanted - walking next to him - I'll do my best to recreate it in reality and make her happy - more than determined-.

Sam: so -crossing his arms- where do we start?

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(Tw: Starkercest, Peter is 17)

Scientist! Tony and his son peter who's simply a long for the ride of a work day.

Gosh I haven't written this much (or posted, really) for a while--it feels good though to get back into it :)

So much starkercest, ha!

Word count: 2,716

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"Pardon my asking Doctor, but who's the new member?" A particularly brute looking general chimed out. His scar riddled, chiseled face was red like a ripe tomato--no doubt from the yelling he'd done just 10 minutes prior in the hall.

Tony hummed and wrapped a loose arm around the boy beside him,

"What does it matter? He's with me, that's all."

The man glared and slapped his hand down on the packet of papers in front of him, as well as in front of every other highly classified personnel sitting around the ovular table.

"It matters because of context, Dr. Stark. What we speak of is classified, confidential, even harmful to the general public as well as the national world if anything in this room gets out." Then came a huff of smokey air from his nose, if it were possible that is.

"--is he even certified? He look's 12."

Tony's lip twitched as he let his fingers caress up and down the boy beside him's navy colored jacket.

"If you really must insist on knowing, he's my son. And he's 17, not 12." he corrected, enjoying the way the generals face contorted even more, looking much more ugly than he already did.

"Why is he here?"

All eyes were on him--well, of the people who were here. The meeting didn't start for another 15 minutes, but he had figured it would be best to show up early in case someone found it within themselves to strike up a conversation. He'd hoped for something a little more interesting though since exasperating authority figures never really did it for him.

"School was out and I didn't want to leave him. Terrible nightmare you see.." Tony cooed and leaned over, pulling the boy closer in order to place a soft kiss atop his head of soft brown curls.

Peter may be 17, but that didn't mean that he wasn't a Daddy's boy. His vigor to retort against anything his father said had left him early on, and thus--here they were. Tony taking care of his precious, smart little boy, and Peter, willingly receiving it.

Tony didn't ever want to give up the power he had because the sweet sickening madness that erupted in him at the idea of Peter growing up--leaving to never return except for on holidays and birthdays..

Well, one birthday to be exact. His own--and perhaps his friends if they are still around town, but that was besides the point.

The point is, Tony liked being needed. He figured if he wasn't, his job and the life he's made up until now would hold very little value--and if the states knew what was good for them, they wouldn't ever want that to happen.

Painted pictures of dystopian worlds passed across the inner workings of his mind, but when he took a deep breath of Peter, it all went away. It always did.

"The kid can be left at home can't he? Mine loves it when me and the wife are out of the house--" and he was becoming bored as the man spoke on further.

"17's old enough to get a job--and 18, well..you know how that goes. Fly the coup and never return..." and the man squinted, no doubt peering at the badge that rested against his son's left breast pocket.

"Isn't that right Peter?"

Tony felt his son stiffen for only a moment as he watched the typing on the screen below the table stop mid-sentence.

Looks like he's texting his friend about his Spanish test coming up..

"Daddy I need to use the bathroom, could you show me the way?"

Tony's ears perked and his stomach lurched in the same way his legs did. Quickly, and automatically at the mere mention of a desire coming from his son's soft lips.

"Of course." He murmured before turning to the blush red general, "I hate to cut this conversation short but I do believe that's my cue."

As they made their way out of the room, a hand of his own placed currently in-between Peter's shoulder blades, he heard the man muttering about his son's particularly dated word choice.

Oh how wonderful it felt to be needed...

"Those men..I don't know how you put up with them Daddy. I knew you said they were annoying but..jeez! How rude.."

Tony chuckled and rubbed his sons back, "Yes well, I have to work with them. They're normally not so rowdy. I think you must be such a star they can't help but notice you." He purred, leaning in close enough to Peter's ear to make him giggle.

"Too pretty." His son started.

"Too good.." he returned, nipping his son's ear with his hot, hard breath as they entered the empty bathroom.

"Now go pee, I can't be late no matter how horrid my workmates can be. The president wouldn't be too pleased at the unprofessional display."

Tony glanced at himself in the mirror and fixed a couple hairs that had fallen out of place. The grey's were much more noticeable, but Peter told him he liked it, so they stayed.

The wrinkles that formed beside his eyes were also more defined than they had been 5 years ago, but Peter said he liked those too. He'd also taken his hand while they were eating dessert with a movie and told him he liked the spots on his hands that signified his age. Told him how much he enjoyed his Dad's old sense of humor and horrid dance moves..

Sniffling, he felt his eye twitch as the memories flooded by. Peter loved him like no other, and he..he couldn't..

"Daddy?" Came Peter's shy, hesitant voice--only this time it was filled with concern.

I'm fine, he thought, but turned to Peter and ushered him towards one of the sinks.

"I'm fine, don't worry." He reassured, standing now right behind his precious boy as the sink water flowed.

Peter pressed back into him suddenly, leaving him to be a bit shocked, but he tried to act unfazed.

his boy was also always so..touchy. It wasn't like he'd ever complain, but the way he spoke sometimes..

The way he'd taken to adjusting himself way too many times during their last movie night. It had gotten a bit..heated on his end. It was a physical reaction though--nothing out of the ordinary.

"Mm..Daddy.." Peter practically moaned, letting his hands rest in the hot water that was slowly turning his son's hands red. Tony reached out, grabbing them with his much larger pair, and pulled them away before they could start to hurt.

"What is it baby?"

Peter seemed to think as he swayed on his feet, body pressed against Tony's, and his eye's half lidded.

"Can we get ice cream after this before we head back to the lab?"

How peculiar, though he had no reason to say no, so he didn't. He couldn't ever seem to find the two letter word in his vocabulary when it came to his sweet precious boy.

That smile..and the adorable little noises and flush that fell over his son's cheeks was to die for.

They eventually made it back into the room 5 minutes before the meeting was due to start, and he was glad to see that the general didn't have enough heat inside of him to utter anything else.

Well, except for 'thank you', but that was his job--not anything particularly personal.

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"Thank you for the ice cream Daddy.."

Tony spared a glance over at his son who was currently devouring his double scooped chocolate hazelnut, and smiled. How precious he was in moments like these. The shine in his eye and the way the chocolate seemed to always make its way all and around his mouth. He loved it to no end, and that was somehow still an understatement.

"Of course baby. Can't say no now can I?"

Had he ever?

"Can uh.." and the voice sounded nervous which only inclined for Tony to want to know more.

"Can I sit in your lap?"

The request was stark and strange to his ears, as he hadn't ever heard it before-or at least in well over a decade. Peter? In his lap?

Tony glanced down at the space between him and the steering wheel, and remembered the same elated feeling he'd been filled with when his son had practically worked his way up against him during movie night.

He reached to his side and heard the soft, familiar hum of his seat inching back to create more space. Tony wasn't doing it without knowing if his boy would fit though--no no no, he'd had one too many delectable women in his lap before.

Within the past couple years not as much though, for reasons unbeknownst to him still, but that was neither here nor there.

"Sure Pete, put your ice cream on the dashboard so it doesn't spill."

His heart thudded when his son began to move--skittish and awkward, but move nonetheless.

He grunted from the pressure of a boy resting on his, but soon was facing his boy head on. knee on either side of him--and a hand resting on his shoulder while he turned to grab his cup full of ice cream. Tony had never been a fan of the cones in the car. Too messy..too unpredictable.

Much like his son was right now come to think of it.

Tony hummed and took a few spoonfuls into his mouth when he spotted Peter staring--more than he usually did.

"Something wrong? Ice cream on my face or something?" He questioned, and suddenly looked down to find a hand resting against his side.

"And don't drip any of that on my suit--I can't be running home to get a new one, okay?"

"What about your change at the lab?--"

Tony eye'd him with a quirked brow in unison, "The one at the lab's for the lab, you know this."

Peter nodded and leaned back against the wheel behind him--momentarily puzzling Tony as to how the horn wasn't doing off. Perhaps they were just lucky because whatever entities from above knew that he didn't want a lick of attention on him right now.

This feeling he had..which was pounding harder and harder every second that his son was on his lap, was strange to say the least. It left him twitchy, and with a hot collar he wanted to loosen.

Perhaps he needed to get laid if physical touch such as this was getting him bothered. Perhaps even more, he should've said no.

No..what a blunt word. He often pondered it at night when he had the sudden urge to sneak into his son's room at night, or when he wanted to hide him away in their fancy, yet moderately normal looking home, never to be seen again.

When he wanted to wrap him up and kiss him for doing so good--or when he wanted even more to hit him when he'd been bad.

There were a lot of thing's Tony said no to.

Tony took another bite of cold coffee flavored ice cream, wishing dearly that it might soothe the growing heat within himself.

The urge to grab--to touch--to rip and pry..

He took another bite and licked his spoon in the process.

To see tears in those precious dark-brown bambi eyes.

"Daddy?" Came the familiar voice of concern yet again, now knocking him out of whatever deep seated monstrous thoughts he'd just been having.

"Yes dear?"

Peter squirmed a bit, and put his delicate hand on his belly, making Tony's breath startle just a tad.

"I know you said some of the lab techs make fun of you for having a dad bod but..I think it's nice." The boy smiled out, his tone light and breezy, innocent as can be.

"I like it."

he chuckled almost immediately after the words were spoken as he took yet another bite, now coming sadly to the end of his dearly beloved treat.

"What?" Peter accused, now pouting around an empty plastic spoon.

"Oh nothing bad sweetheart, I swear. I just think it's sweet how you tell me how much you like things, that's all." He brought his hand innocently up to brush a hair out of the way of his son's face, and hummed deeply.

Peter eye'd him nervously once more, "Do you like it?"

What a wonderfully complex question. To what regard? He wasn't sure. He think's a less than innocent part of himself liked it more than he does right now, but it's all the same, isn't it?

"Oh of course I do. Sometimes I wonder if I like it too much."

Peter shifted again, getting closer to himself as both of their empty ice cream containers now rested in the passenger seat. His arms  quickly wrapped around his hips, digging behind him and grazing against the seat no doubt as Tony felt like one of those sloths on the nature channel.

he felt latched onto--suckered into this strange, new, startling situation in which his son was hugging him, whilst his own cock was in fact, erect in between them.

How peculiar, he thought, as he wrapped his own arms around the sweet boy in front of him.

How glaringly devious of him to ignore the way Peter's breath caught after a subtle movement.

Tony held still, merely letting his body lie still in use of whatever situation was transpiring before him.

"Just.." Peter uttered wetly with another subtle brush, "Just like the videos daddy..Watch em just to i-imagine you."

What a positively corrosive ego boost that was.

"Oh really? Won't you tell me what happens next?" He cooed persuasively, letting his hands continue to merely sooth--now eternally grateful for the illegal tint that he had on his glass.

being the most popular mad scientist of the government world did have its occasional perks. not that it's a popularity contest in the slightest--though he was the smartest.

"T-The daddy he..he's all sweet but..then he.." and Peter whimpers, brushing his erection against his own larger one.

"..he's mean."

Mean, you say?

"With the..um.." and Peter's fingers wrapped around and tugged at Tony's belt, making he himself shiver at the possibility.

Such a perfect deviant.

"Would you like it if Daddy hit you with the belt Peter? Have you been a bad boy recently?"

Peter shuddered, a cry reaching out from his throat to take hold of his soothingly harsh worlds as he nodded against Tony's shoulder.

"U-uh huh.."

Tony let out a gentle breath, followed by a subtle hummed grunt.

"And what is it that you did, to make you so terribly deserving of such a punishment?"

"A boy--a-at school. He..I..we kissed behind the school, after class. He'd offered me a cigarette and when I said n-no cause you'd be real mad if I did that..he told me I could get a taste of it from him."

Hm, yes, Tony though, I would be rather upset. Perhaps one of those punk seniors thought to get a handle on his junior year aged son.

He continued to comfort his boy through the subtle cries and soon, even his climax.. now letting his shaking son breath hot puffs of air out against his suit jacket covered shoulder.

Perhaps, Tony thought as he pulled Peter closer, he should've said no. This feeling he had..this loose string of fear from the secret they both now held between them. He wished he could be so oblivious as to think it was okay, but he knew it wasn't. He knew it was dark and twisted--unfavored by the masses, but in moments when the little crying voice in his mind wasn't spewing out regrets, he wondered what life could be like.

"I'm glad you told me what was on your mind..seems like that was a lot to keep in, huh?" A sleepy nod could be felt only making him hold him tighter.

To never touch his boy in ways that were inherently malicious.. but rather to merely allow peter to use him..

Need him..

"I love you baby." he whispered against the head of soft curls, now taking in a deep, soothing breath while kissing the area for good measure.

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Tony is definitely dealing with something mentally--but he can't really put his finger on it--and neither can I XD Poor poor Tony..always in so much anguish. Perhaps I should write something a tad bit more cheerful next time, yeah?

Sorry the belt scene isn't in here either-- I wanted to make sure this actually got posted as opposed to sitting in my drafts (like literally so many other things XD) So perhaps Tony wielding a belt will make it's appearance another time?

Hope you all enjoyed that, if you've made it to the end :)

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Superheroes and Aging

Meta time! I was asked (on Patreon) to write meta about how Tony Stark might deal with feelings about aging and being surrounded by The Youth. I am reposting it here.

I have to say this has also been on my mind a lot. I will say it's a weird thing growing up being into comics and being a fan of the teenage X-Men because obviously they were the most relatable and then being as old as all the adult superheroes and now being older than all the adult superheroes, who have all been basically the same age for decades as the rest of us move on past them. At least they finally aged up the original crop of teenage heroes and have been replacing them with new ones.

So the thing about superheroes in Marvel Comics, as you probably know, is that they pretty much don't age. Initially, this wasn't really a thing Marvel worried about. It was the sixties and they'd made comics cool and profitable again and kids loved them and I'm pretty sure they weren't thinking that sixty years later people (grown adults, even!) would still be reading and loving and expanding on the universe they made. Because I think if that had been the case they'd have, say, fewer villains that really sound like someone thought of them in about thirty seconds at 5 pm on a Friday and then went home. Big Wheel, a guy who has a... big wheel. Swarm, a guy (I mean, he's not really... human) who is actually a group of bees. Nazi bees. Paste-Pot Pete. You know what I mean.

Anyway, at first Marvel heroes aged, because why wouldn't they? Despite what you would guess if you only watched adaptations, it only took, I think, a couple years for Peter Parker to grow up and leave high school. The original X-Men all stopped being teenagers. Time moved on. Then after about ten years Marvel figured out it was going to be a problem if their beloved heroes were too old to be superheroes and they more or less halted the aging process. And that's how we get the Marvel Sliding Timescale. Broadly stated, the Sliding Timescale is essentially "don't worry about it." Everything you are reading right now happens right now, the beginning (the FF getting their powers) happened about ten or fifteen years ago (I think right now it's closer to 15 and we're at four RL years = one comics year), and everything else that has ever happened in 616 -- because Marvel also doesn't believe in line-wide reboots -- is wedged in somewhere in the time between. As real time passes, the sliding timescale slides events closer and closer together because more events have now happened.

So the effect of this is that heroes don't age. I think this is actually most notable with child characters -- like, ask yourself how old Franklin and Valeria Richards are. Or don't. I think Dani Cage has been a toddler for about fifteen years now. So the founding Avengers started off in their early 20s, are now in their mid-30s, and are going to continue being in their mid-30s for the foreseeable future because Marvel doesn't want its heroes being over 40. I think there have been a couple IM issues where Tony has had "significant" birthdays that they carefully avoided putting a number on -- I think one was Bendis, and I know he had a surprise party in the Gillen issue with the adoption reveal. I want to say that maybe there was also a Fraction one? I'm not sure.

The time references have occasionally been lampshaded -- the most recent Iron Man issue as I write this (#6) has Tony asserting that he doesn't remember things by what year they happened in, but rather by what armor he had at the time. He goes on to tell a story of something that happened while he wore the Silver Centurion armor, throwing in an aside that the shoulder pads were fashionable then -- and, out of the armor, he is given his usual stylish perm; the artist has definitely been inspired by Bob Layton's later Iron Man work -- which for me has the disconcerting effect of making it sound like this is somehow taking place in the 80s and also not in the 80s at the same time. Because now they've invented an extra time for shoulder pads and perms to be fashionable and it's approximately 2015. Time is fake. No, actually. It is.

And building on that, I think the effect of that is that mostly they don't seem to have characters like Tony dealing with aging. He doesn't really seem to worry about it, probably because there can't be any narrative payoff if he's simply never allowed to age. (Steve gets it even more weirdly, because a lot of times fandom assumes the serum is just going to halt or slow aging -- as it does in people like Natasha who have serum variants -- but then in universes where significant time actually passes, like House of M, Steve is visibly older, and he definitely is meant to have the serum. Or Bullet Points, where Steve, minus the serum, is actually dealing with aging as he comes out of retirement for one last mission. Which kills him, because it turns out he probably was too old to do this safely. But then in 616 we're expected to believe that Steve can lose the serum and also be mostly combat-ready at age 95. Aaanyway.)

So what if Tony did worry about getting older? Based on how he interacts with the kids these days, I think mostly his worry actually wouldn't involve other people.

For all that intelligence in Marvel seems to be a single invariant and quantifiable statistic that can be accurately measured (which isn't the case in reality but work with me here) and that Tony is a genius but not The Smartest Genius in the Universe, he doesn't ever seem to display any ill will toward anyone ranking higher than him on the list -- say, Reed -- and he is in fact definitely willing to take on the younger geniuses, like Riri, as proteges, and he seems happy to mentor them. He doesn't seem to feel at all threatened by the idea that some of these people are definitely smarter than him -- say, Moon Girl -- and will someday succeed him. Or at least will if Marvel ever lets them age out, which again seems unlikely. Theoretically he also ought to be drawing on a lot more lived experience than Riri that he can use to advise her, but one of the bizarre things that Cantwell's run has left us with is Tony believing that giving the Mandarin's Rings to Riri to study with zero oversight is absolutely the right thing to do; Rhodey congratulates him on his great decision-making. I guess we'll see how that turns out.

(This is in contrast to a character like Doctor Doom, who clearly can't stand the idea that Reed might ever be smarter than him.)

Given that Tony is a character who often has execrable self-esteem, it actually seems a little odd that it doesn't bother him that he isn't the smartest, but it really doesn't seem to. He seems fine with that. He's enough of a genius to do what he needs to do, I guess, and that's good enough for him. Even in Cantwell's run, which was, uh, not a run I would call particularly in-character for Tony in many ways, the thing he decides to do with the Power Cosmic is make everyone in New York as smart as he is. I think this was a fairly poor storyline for a large number of reasons, but I think it does actually show that he has good intentions, in a sense -- he wants everyone else to benefit from the intelligence he has, the same way they can benefit from his philanthropy. He wants to give people the advantages he has. So he seems like someone who wouldn't resent the up-and-coming heroes and geniuses; he seems like he'd be honestly happy that there would be more people out there on his level.

I think, really, as long as he knows he's good to go, he knows he's good enough to do the things he wants to do -- even if sometimes he just hates himself as a human being -- and he probably looks around at all the kids and knows they have to train them up, because even if they're going to be good they're not as good as he currently is, just because they don't have the benefits of years of experience. I mean, maybe they could have some kind of superhero Registration or something. The joke he made to Steve at the end of Empyre wasn't entirely wrong.

(I feel like I should probably also read Young Avengers, for more on how the Avengers deal with The Youth, but I haven't gotten around to that yet.)

Since Tony often blames himself for, well, everything he can possibly blame himself for, including the deaths of people he feels he should have been able to save, I feel like his worries about aging would probably involve his ability to continually successfully be a superhero. We haven't really seen much of this worry since his Extremis/Bleeding Edge days but there was definitely a period of time where his main concern seemed to be the ability to compete with the people he's fighting -- and this seems like it might be where he's heading again in his confrontation with Feilong, who, I should point out, does actually attempt to make fun of him for being old. Tony doesn't seem to take it personally, but he does seem very upset that he's not on Feilong's level, technologically. So I think the thing that would bother Tony wouldn't be the idea that he couldn't keep up with the heroes, but rather that he couldn't keep up with the villains.

So, yeah, that's my take.