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the-soulofdevil · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Frank Castle x reader. Tony Stark x Steve Rogers.

Theme: Dark

Genre: Marvel Horror Au

Warnings: Manipulation, gore, death mention, spooky, horror themes, mention of smut. 18+

Prompt: The Mysterious Neighbor Your neighbor's house always seemed normal until Halloween night. You notice something strange and decide to investigate.

Note: It's been a while since I participated in a challenge. Hope i could do justice to the challenge. It was an honor to participate in the lovely challenge you hosted @jtargaryen18

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Anthony Howard Stark was not only your roommate but also a childhood friend. You were practically siblings at this point as both his parents were too busy for him and he spend nearly all day with you. In college you sure lost contact but after you reconciled, there was no drifting away again. You lived on your own until your landlord kicked you out. Tony insisted you live with him and his boyfriend Steve Rogers. Living with them was interesting, Steve was quite the opposite of Tony. You shared similarities with Steve more than you did with Tony. Their anniversary was coming up and hence you and Steve decided to throw a big surprise party. Nothing better than to align the party with that of Halloween. The plan was simple, Steve will take Tony out for a long extravagant vacation while you would stay back to decorate and plan for the Halloween anniversary. It was a perfect idea. Costumes, sweets, drinks and celebration of love.

As planned three weeks prior the Halloween Steve took Tony to Paris. Tony being Tony he wanted you to join and was quite adamant until you played I feel so single with you card. You began by simple decorations. You some flowers to begin with. While you coming home your attention was captured by the neighboring villa.

You hadn’t seen anyone but the house seemed clean. You had always tried asking about the owner but Tony brushed you off. Today for some reason you felt drawn to the house. You placed a flower by the main door and left whistling away a tune you had caught not paying attention to the shadow that moved.

You began working on the flowers and other simple DIY projects. The movement outside the kitchen window though caught your attention. A guy was working in his backyard. It was strange considering you never saw anyone. Curiously you went out and called out for the person.

“Hi! Um... I never saw anyone work here.”

The guy stopped for a brief moment and turned towards you.

He smiled. “I am Frank. Frank Castle. I own this place. My timings of work are different and maybe that’s why we never ran into one another. I like working outdoors, so on my day offs I work here.” He offered another smile.

You smiled back. He looked handsome. Sweat covering his body and yet he looked mesmerizing. He had tattoos. By his built he looked like he was in army or in similar line of work.

“Do come over if you feel like. You do look like you could use a lemonade.”

Frank chuckled. “Surely. Wouldn’t decline such a sweet offer by a beautiful lady.”

Your face heater up. You offered a smile and quickly went in preparing the drink. Frank knocked at the back door soon after. He took in the interior and overall kitchen décor.

“You have an elegant taste.” He complimented.

“Oh all this is Tony. He is very good in making any place look royal and luxurious.” You said admiring your friend’s work.

“Lucky husband Mr. Tony.” Frank said with a stone cold face.

“Oh no, we’re not married. He is with Steve. They’re the couple I’m just an awkward third wheel who they adopted.” You said jokingly. You surely missed them being around.

And just like that, the smile and spark returned Frank’s eyes. He mirrored your smile. “Still lucky to have you.”

For a brief moment you looked in one another’s eyes. A shy smile hugging both your faces. It was near close to a beautiful moment when your phone rang.

“Oh this must be Steve!” you exclaimed.

You began talking to Steve missing the look on Frank’s face.

Frank was immediately enchanted by you. You were the fresh breath of air he desperately needed. A ray of sunshine he lost years ago. He wanted to have you. He wanted to have you with all the passion, desire, lust and love he had inside of him. And he was going to get you.

“You guys should enjoy and not worry about me. Our lovely neighbor is here for a drink. He’s very sweet and I’m sure you guys will like him. Now I gotta go. It’ll be rude to keep him waiting.” You hung up leaving Steve in pit full of questions as to how did the poor old bedridden Fury managed to come in for a drink.

“They worry about me. Steve and Tony. It’s after a long time I’m going to be living alone without them for 3 weeks. They’ll be back on Halloween.” You rambled.

“Oh good. We have plenty time to get to know each other.” Frank smiled.

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The following days were spent decorating and talking to various bakers and restaurants who would be available for catering. You insisted Frank to join you in the taste tour but he declined every time. He was reserved and denied meeting anyone other than you, you figured. If you were not decorating you were spending time with him at either your place or his. Eventually you began spending nights in each other’s arms.

Frank whispered sweet nothings in your ears as he made love to you. At a point you thought it was too early to be doing this, but then, Steve had always said love hugs us out of nowhere and it the most comforting thing. So may be this was it.

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Maria hill was a nurse appointed for Mr. Fury. She would at times come at your place for a quick chit chat and even had an extra key of your place. And like every time, Maria used her key, except this time she wasn’t greeted by your bubbly self. She called out your name.

You were upstairs kissing Frank when you heard Maria. As usual Frank quieted down. You grabbed his shirt and went down to greet her.

As soon as you arrived Maria’s smile faded. She gave you a weird look and was about to ask you something but your usual self, distracted her.

“You are invited to Halloween Anniversary party!” by now you knew Frank got uncomfortable when you told about him to people. It seemed little unfair but you knew what he might feel. You yourself were shy person until you met Tony. Because of him you opened up a little and eventually you were more open to meeting new people. You hoped you could be same for Frank.

Maria had never seen you this happy before. Sure you were happy, but this time you were content. She ignored everything and you both engaged in conversation as usual. She left leaving you alone with Frank.

“When should we tell them?” you asked pulling him close.

“Anniversary night? Sounds good?” He smiled, kissing you.

You smiled back.

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Halloween day

Tony and Steve were to arrive in the evening you were busy with last minute preparations. At this moment you were not thinking about Frank. You were excited to meet and celebrate with Tony and Steve. You had called everyone around 6 PM so you still had half an hour before the guests arrived. And Tony and Steve’s flight was late so they were to arrive by 6:30 PM. For the last time you were checking if everything was in the place and your eye caught Frank’s house. All the lights were out. You remembered him telling he didn’t like decorating his house for Halloween but just because you had carved a pumpkin he decided to keep it on his window. That pumpkin was missing too.

You tried calling him but the no response. In fact the lady said the number you’re calling is switched off. You were worried and hence you decided to go look for him.

To your surprise the front door was locked and so was his back door. Million thoughts ran in your head. But you remembered him showing you the secret passage to his house that opened in the backyard. You went in through the passage. It was dusty and filled with cobweb. As Frank had told you the passage opened in his basement. Although scared you found a way upstairs. You didn’t expect what you saw.

The inside looked like no one lived there for over a decade. No cute sofa covers, no decorative no nothing you witnessed with Frank. The walls had mold, furniture was broken and there was a peculiar sting. Nothing you remembered was there. It was like you hallucinated the three weeks. You were shivering and sweating at the same time. Your eyes watered and lips quivered. Suddenly the basement door behind you closed making you jump in fear.

A part of you wanted to run. A part of you wanted to find answers. You choose the latter. You roamed around the house looking for some sense of familiarity. Looking for answers. The sting grew stronger now. You opened the door only to be greeted by horror.

On the bed lay Frank. Half decomposed wearing the shirt he often wore claiming to be his favorite one.

Your screamed was silenced by the sight before you.

Your feet somehow dragged you back but you tripped and fell down the stairs losing your conscious. You woke up to greeted by the darkness. Your first instinct was to grab the phone and call for help. Your blurred vision was strong enough to let you know your phone had died. With a thumping headache you tried to get up on your wobbly legs. When the memory came back to you, you made a run for the door. You ran out from the main door towards the gate only to re-enter from the backyard. Your head was still woozy you thought. So you ran in the house, again to the main door from there to the gate. Once more you ended up coming to the backdoor.

You began crying. But you decided not to give up. You went up to the backyard wall you shared with your house and tried climbing up the wall. Jumping on your side of the yard you still ended up being in Frank’s yard. You did it again and again and again until you gave up and cried in frustration.

You were trapped.

“I know the feeling.” Came Frank’s voice.

You looked up at him. He was standing before you in flesh and bones. Although his face was mutilated. Like his head was shot with a gun.

He came close to you, giving you a hand to get up. You flinched moving away from him.

“Please just let me go. I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” you begged.

He only chuckled.

“Can’t do anything munchkin.” He called you by your pet name. “This...” he gestured around. “Is not me.”

Frank began walking back into the house. “You can stay there all night running in the circles or you can see your friends for the last time.” He said as he walked off.

You were confused now more than ever. You followed Frank. “What do you mean?” you asked angrily. “Answer me!” you demanded when he didn’t give an answer. “What did you…” your eyes fell where Frank was standing.

Your body was been taken away by paramedics. While Steve and Tony hugged each other and cried. You looked outside there was ambulance, police and all your friends who were supposed to attend the party. Tears filled your eyes. You tried hugging both your friends for one last time but all they could do was shiver. Steve held Tony in his arms and walked away. You walked with them till the gate. Where you heard the cops tell them the death was due to falling down the stairs and impact on your head. You cried harder knowing no one will hear you. You tried following Steve and Tony but they moved ahead leaving you entering the backyard again.

Your legs gave up. You hugged yourself and cried, Frank being the only one to hear you and comfort you. As much as it broke him to see you like this, he was happy he wasn’t going to be alone. He had you. And eventually you would accept your fate just like he did.

#JamiesHalloween2023 #dark frank castle #dark!frank castle #dark frank castle x reader #dark!frank castle x reader #dark frank castle x you #dark!frank castle x you #dark fics #manipulation

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freckledboss · 1 year ago

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"So rustic looking on the outside, futuristic in its interior... I think I could live with that." She says playfully, but would expect no less from him. He's an inventor, after all. To not have any trace of advanced technology in their home would be unimaginable. And she's grown accustomed to such a lifestyle, she'd miss the luxury of tech. "I'm fine with country living aesthetic... so long as my kitchen appliances are stainless steel, and I want a glass door refrigerator." It may seem a little out of sorts for a cabin, but they've never really been conventional in their decor. Besides, if anyone can make modern furniture fit seamlessly into a rustic design, it would be her. And she's determined to do so.

"Just keep in mind that the places I've been looking at were before we settled on this idea of a cabin styled house." There are some empty properties she's picked out, but the rest are pre-existing homes. "I think you'll like one though... it feels very rustic." And happens to be one that she continues to refer back to. It's definitely in her top three.

Pepper's interest piques then at the mention of craving food from another country. Several desserts come flooding into her mind. "I could crave gelato from Italy, crepes from France... moroccan lemon cake or baklava... maybe krumcake from Norway..." Delicacies that she loves and has only ever had when either on vacation or a business trip. Her appetite is beginning to grow. "You're going to be a very busy man trying to satisfy my cravings."

The green awning of the Polo bar is coming into view. She can see the artwork and logo as they near, and she's excited to celebrate and eat. "I can't remember the last time you and I were here..." or the last time they had an expensive date night out. But this is a special occasion, not only have they agreed on moving from the city, they're also going to become a family--hopefully soon.

@mr-tony-stark

Tony usually gravitated to more modern things too. His mansion in Malibu. The Avengers Tower. Not that he didn't have older buildings too. Tony owned property all around the world and there was some beautiful old ones in the mix. But when he built from scratch, it was all clean lines and futuristic asthetics.

But he supposed he'd changed. And with a family, he liked the idea of things being a bit more aesthetically rustic.

He was still Tony though, and it wouldn't matter how rustic something looked, it would always be backed with the most state of the art technology.

He laughed and squeezed Pepper's waist. "Who do you think you're talking to, Pep?" he teased. "It won't matter what kind of house we make, you know it'll be teched up. I'll have an AI running it. And all the appliances will be state of the art. They might look more rustic, but they'll be the bet there is. But let's see what we're both thinking. I want to see the places you already picked."

Tony was still a little unsure about the idea of twins. Of course, no matter what happened, he'd welcome those babies and love them. But the thought of more than one at a time was definitely intimidating. And he would do anything for them, and for Pepper.

"Well, let's wait and see. You never know what you might end up craving. You might wake up in the middle of the night and just want pickles and ice cream. Or something you can't even get here. Like vegemite and scones."

@freckledboss

#mr-tony-stark

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ragwitch · 7 years ago

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Tony Stark, Dungeon Master

for @ibelieveinturtles who is a sweetie pie.

22.’Why does our apartment look like a dungeon?’ 'Bad dungeon or like…sexy dungeon?’

Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Bucky Barnes

Rating: G

“Oh dear,” Darcy murmured as the motion sensitive plastic ghoul cackled down the barrel of Bucky’s gun.

Bucky scoffed and holstered his gun, batting irritably at some low hanging sticky cobwebs.

“Why does our apartment look like a dungeon?” Bucky asked her, swinging their duffel of vacation luggage down to the floor. (It was mostly a collection of clothing and swimsuits Darcy had barely gotten the chance to wear since Bucky was full of compelling arguments for staying in bed together…naked in the sunny beach bungalow.)

“Bad dungeon or like…sexy dungeon?”

The gun was out again, this time pointed at a gleeful Tony at the end of the now dark and gloomy hall. Darcy soothed her hand down Bucky’s spine while Tony just rolled his eyes.

“I wanna go back on vacation,” Bucky grumbled, holstering his gun again and ignoring Tony in favor of pouting down at his…his wife. Just thinking it put a little bit of a smile back on his face.

“I’m not sure the brand of the dungeon matters at the moment, Tony,” Darcy said with a sigh. “What happened to our apartment? Did you throw a party in here?”

Tony gasped and rested his hand against his chest in feigned offense. “Don’t be…I mean there was like a little gathering but no, that was before I brought in the decorations. Halloween is only a week away and I figured with getting married and then the honeymoon…you wouldn’t get the chance.”

“To turn our home into a horror movie?” Bucky asked, voice near a growl. The ghoul on the wall next to Bucky started cackling again and Darcy watched he reached over and plucked a cord free from inside the ghouls’s shredded cape. The hall was quiet.

“You really went…all out,” Darcy said to Tony, hoping to sound more diplomatic.

“An effort that was apparently wasted,” Tony said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Darcy elbowed Bucky lightly in the side and glanced out the corner of her eyes, trying to pass along a message of ‘be nice’ through the look.

Bucky huffed, once, and said in a tone so flat you have balanced a pin on it, “It’s great.”

Darcy groaned softly and Tony took a long look around their living room before shrugging and meeting them by the door.

“Alright,” he said. “I see how it is. I was gonna tell you where I hid all the jump scare bots but now I’m just gonna leave it booby-trapped.”

“Tony,” Darcy tried but he was out the door.

“I’ll find all the rubber spiders, doll,” Bucky said, smiling.

“Just don’t shoot them, kay Buck?” she said, smirking back at him with a raised eyebrow.

He grumbled, picked up their bag from where he’d dropped it, and trooped ahead of her into the apartment. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and sent off a quick text to Tony.

Aside from the breaking and entering, it DOES look awesome.

She didn’t expect a response from the older man. He’d probably gone off to huff and puff at Rhodey. But hopefully it would keep him from detonating any traps he might have laid in the apartment.

“Daaaarce,” Bucky called from bedroom, a frustrated crack in his voice.

“Shit,” she muttered to herself. Maybe she’d sent an olive branch too soon. She hurried through the living space, past a new coffin shaped dining table and a maze of cobwebs.

She stopped in the door to the bedroom, the smell of licorice and beeswax in the air and a glow of candlelight coming from the bathroom. They had a new four poster bed, huge enough that Darcy was certain she could toss and turn to her hearts content without ever rustling Bucky from his heavy sleeps. It was decked with heavy, lush curtains and pillows and a comforter that looked like they’d been made out of clouds.

“I’m gonna have to apologize,” Bucky said, in their bathroom doorway, grimacing. “He put in a jacuzzi tub.”

Darcy blinked at that announcement. “Does it work?”

Bucky grinned. “Feeling road weary? We could try it out.”

“Should probably at least check it for booby traps before you apologize,” Darcy said, shrugging out of her hoodie and moving to unzip her jeans.

“Probably shoots out slime,” Bucky agreed, shucking off his own pants before walking deeper into the candlelight of the bathroom. Darcy followed behind, giggling and leaving a trail of clothing in her wake.

#wintershock #darcy lewis #bucky barnes #darcy x bucky #queenie does halloweenie #tony stark interior decorator

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stxphxn-strange · 4 years ago

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Stephen, playing Phasmophobia: If there are any ghosts in this room, show me proof that you're scarier than Dormammu, Thanos, my nightmares, other timelines where everyone I love is dead, or my crippling fear of failure. If not I just don't give a shit about you or your crusty ass home decor.

Tony: Do you need to talk?

Stephen: You can't say I'm wrong about the home decor, why would a ghost want to hide in such a poorly decorated house?

#tony: don't avoid the question i'm trying to CARE ABOUT YOU #tony stark #stephen strange #ironstrange #incorrect ironstrange #phasmophobia #interior decorator stephen strange #dormammu #thanos #Doctor Strange (2016)#poor stephen... baby it'll be okay

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logicallyserial · 5 years ago

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idk if tumblr is into this shit but i spent too much time on it not to post. eden's room, or what i want my room to look like. i'm happy with it :3

the paper to the left of the sticky notes is the aperture science logo.

the sticky notes from left to right read "workshop @ 8pm? -tony", a doodle of tony's first arc reactor with a tear-smudged "3000" below it, and the stark industries logo.

on the night stand is the dungeons and dragons player handbook, an apple pencil, a pencil tin, and a powered down ipad.

on the bottom shelf is a potted plant, three books that are "IT", "Good Omens", and "The Darkest Minds". they are held up by portal franchise bookends. the box is a marker organizer with different colored markers in.

the top shelf has three sketchbooks stacked on rop of each other, an atlas from portal action figure, and a TARDIS figurine.

the poster is of nbc hannibal, signed by hugh dancy, mads mikkelsen, and bryan fuller because i can't help myself.

the tallies on the door are a reference to dr who's silence, and a tally of days passed since tony died.

for some context, eden is tony stark's adoptive son, and he made real portals after getting into the games. i still need to flesh out his backstory shsh. sorry this was so long but i put a lot of effort into the little details so i! want them to be known. :3

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ageofevermore · 3 years ago

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Getting To Know Somebody Else

SUMMARY — when nothing else felt like home, natasha did. or, all natasha’s ever wanted was to be enough for you

PAIRING — Natasha Romanoff x Reader ( 1.6k )

AUTHORS NOTE — Inspired by enough for you by Olivia Rodrigo. Moved from another blog.

You have Tony Stark to thank for the happiest moments of your life. He doesn’t let you forget it either. His smug expression is practically tattooed on the inside of your eyelids when you try to fall asleep after already dealing with him and his teasing at work for thirteen agonizing hours. His matchmaking skills albeit rusty, and not asked for, have led to a more then complicated relationship with one Ms Natasha Romanoff herself. He’s entirely the kind of person you hate, but find yourself coming back to time and time again, because when he’s not being a pushy asshole, he’s kind. He’d kill you if he ever heard you call him kind.

The Avengers Tower had become a home for the team and yourself quicker then you would’ve expected. Pepper continued to outdo herself with the interior design, though you’d been entirely unimpressed with Tony, who intentionally designed the top floor personally for you and Natasha. Despite his persistent meddling that both you and Natasha were painfully aware of, you made excellent floormates; yet another thing Tony would come to hold over your head.

Until the Avengers Initiative in 2011, you had never experienced living circumstances like sleepaway summer camp or dorming at college. Having a roommate was an adjustment that was a rather intense change, but Natsha made it easy. Even if living in the multi-billion dollar compound was technically nothing like sharing a small wood cabin in the woods, Natasha made it feel that way. You’d come to learn very quickly that despite her rough edges and conditioning, she was entirely soft to the belief that you were never too old to make up for lost time.

The first week in the compound was terrible. Despite the company, you’d never felt so alone. Even if you’d saved the world from aliens with these people, a handful of them were still strangers. You spent more time pacing your bedroom than you did sleeping, and that was evident. Your otherwise easygoing and soft spoken attitude had been replaced with a sass that made Natasha giggle into her cheerios. She found your sleepy attitude funny, cute even. Tony, the one on the receiving end of your blunt response, did not.

Natasha had begun to pick up on your patterns the longer you shared a floor. She wasn’t the heaviest sleeper, and you weren’t the quietest in any regards. You had spent almost an hour exchanging horrible dad jokes with FRIDAY when Natasha came knocking on your bedroom door. She smiled softly at your sleepy eyes and pouty frown, complimented the decor like she hadn’t just shoved her way past you at two in the morning, and then began pulling your bed apart.

Turns out, child assassins don’t get to catch up on the latest animated films in their downtime. You had spent that night into the early afternoon under a blanket fort with Natasha, showing her your favorite Disney movies. She hated almost all of them, but her smile never fell. You hadn’t realized how much that night would change your life.

Natasha was observant. She knew your favorite colors, and your favorite movies within days of listening to you ramble. She could also tell when you weren’t feeling up to yourself, or when you needed a break. Sometimes you hated how observant she was.

The first time she noticed you weren’t yourself, it was a Thursday night. Steve was trying his best to adapt to the twenty-first century and you were with him. He had become a close companion in so little time. Maybe it was because you both felt the most out of place in the compound, even if it was for completely different reasons. Steve was displaced from his time, you weren’t sure how to navigate your feelings for a particular redhead who enjoyed teasing you until you became red faced and shy. Still, Natasha noticed. She had been walking past the common area when she saw you curled in on yourself. She’d come to learn your cues, and this wasn’t any she’d familiarized with. What Natasha didn’t know was that you had a history with anxiety, and it didn’t appreciate how fast your life had been changing lately.

She stole you away from Steve that night, some bullshit excuse about needing a training partner since Tony was away with Pepper for the week. Your relationship hasn’t been the same since. Leading you to this very moment.

Natasha had asked you out. It was late and you were half asleep in her bed, only half focusing on the movie that seemed to never end. She was watching you intensely, and only when you blushed a shade of deep red did she giggle and ask the question that had been on her mind all night. Natasha Romanoff was blunt, but she wasn’t bold. You had answered the question immediately with a shy giggle and a nod, playing with her fingers that had been entangled with yours since you’d joined her in bed a few hours ago. The date wasn’t going to be anything over the top, but what she hinted at was enough to send a clammy chill down your spine.

Tony had laughed when he found out. And his amusement only skyrocketed come the day of your date. He watched you from the other side of the kitchen, looking at your distorted reflection in the stainless steel refrigerator, smoothing over every detail of your appearance until you forced yourself to do it all over again. You had to be perfect for her. You’d been waiting on this moment for years whether you had been aware of it or not. Deep down you knew this is what you’ve always wanted. She was what you’d always wanted.

“Why’s the kid pullin’ her hair out?” Sam laughed, nudging his hip against yours as he passed. Your small family of superheroes was only continuing to grow as enemies attempted to destroy your planet. Sam had been one of the more recent additions along with Wanda. The earlier of the two newbies enjoyed getting on your nerves more than Wanda ever could.

You huffed, spinning around to face your teammates who were failing at containing their amusement. Natasha had stormed out of the compound almost an hour ago, and it was clear that whatever she had planned was getting under her nerves just as easily as it was getting under yours. She’s your best friend. You wished reminding yourself of that made this feeling any easier.

“She’s got a date with Wendy.” Tony mocked, and Bucky tried his hardest to maintain a neutral expression. For an otherwise quiet individual, Bucky Barnes really came to life when it came to messing with you.

“If she heard you calling her Wendy you’d be a dead man, Stark” You reminded the billionaire. For what was probably the hundredth time since you curled your hair, your fingers ran through the no longer tight ringlets that reminded you of how Natasha had styled her hair when you met her all those years ago.

All those years ago when she was just Natalie Rushman. Sometimes you wished you could go back to those days. Everything was less complicated. She was just Natlie. Not Natasha, your partner, your best friend, the woman you never wanted to lose or let go of. When had your life gotten so complicated?

Natasha was waiting for you outside of your favorite pizza place. She had traded in her usual black apparel for something colorful and traditionally feminine. You frowned. That was the first thing that didn’t sit right in your belly.

When she ordered, insisting that she be the one to do it, she hadn’t ordered her favorite pizza. Instead, she had ordered yours. Your heart melted into your already heavy belly when she went to pay. Her nails, that had only ever been painted black or clear, were a disgusting shade of bubblegum pink you know she would’ve never in a million years chosen. You frowned again.

When she walked you back to your room, completing ignoring all the whistling done by your idiotic teammates, you couldn’t keep your worrying to yourself anymore. The independent, headstrong women that you had spent years falling in love with hadn’t been with you once tonight, and you didn’t like whoever was standing beside you.

“Okay, what’s going on, Nat?” You frowned, turning around to face her. Her eyes were dull, lips curved upward into a grin that wasn’t her own. She hadn’t been herself all night.

Natasha frowned, squeezing your hand. “What do you mean?”

“You haven’t been yourself all night.” You raise a hand to her cheek, searching your eyes for any remains of the Natasha you know and love. “You hate regular pizza. You hate the color pink. You hate colors in general. What’s going on? Tonight felt like I was getting to know somebody that isn’t you.”

Natasha’s eyes well with tears and sheepishly she looks away from your concern. She hates that you can make her feel so human. She hates that you reduce her to pointless babbles and blushes by just saying her name. As well as she knows you, she hates that you might know her better. “I just wanted… I wanted to be enough for you.”

“You are always, always enough for me Natasha. God why would you even think that you weren’t? I’m in love with you. Nobody else. Just you. The fact that you would ever think otherwise-” You don’t have the chance to finish. Natasha’s lips are on yours before you can let her know just how much you love her, and your head spins. She’s intoxicating. Her touch, her taste, her smell. You don’t even know your name when she pulls away from your lips.

Her smirk wounds you. Everything in your body melts against hers and it’s like you haven’t just spent three painful hours in a pizzeria wanting to bang your head into the wall. It’s just you and Natasha. And that’s all you’ve ever needed it to be.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff fic #natasha romanoff x college!reader #avengers x reader #natasha romanoff oneshot

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redvelvetnat · 3 years ago

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pity the arsonist

switch!wanda x bottom!reader x top!natasha

previous part : common tongue

summary ➞ set one week after wanda’s first swing at sex with you and natasha. wanda is more than eager to get back into bed with you but she begins to fear she’ll lose that privilege if she doesn’t learn to take charge. word count : 3.6k

disclaimer ➞ 18+, strong language, smut, office/semi-public sex, fingering (r receiving), phone sex, dirty talk (praise + pet names), mommy/daddy kink, voyeurism (idk if you can really call it that but whatever)

a/n ➞ this is even less edited than my other works so i really hope they’re aren’t too many mistakes. this piece of work is not to be copied or translated anywhere. thank you for reading!!! comments and reblogs appreciated <3 gif source wanda , natasha

Got a meeting at 9, my office at 11? <3

Wanda still had the pale yellow post-it note from you folded and shoved into her pocket as she sunk back against the, overwhelmingly comfortable, black leather armchair in your office.

As her eyes flickered curiously around the empty room, it dawned on her that she had always been too nervous around you to actually take in the dynamics of the space. Given her newfound knowledge on the interior design of your home, she could easily tell that you had decorated both spaces. They just had your taste.

The walls, for instance, were a soft grey color that contrasted against the deep black marble flooring which stretched the expanse of the building. There was a large wall of windows directly behind your desk doing an excellent job at allowing the afternoon sun to bathe the room in a soft light.

Or maybe that was just your scent lingering that clouded her senses and filled her brain with nothing but you.

She heard you before she could actually see you. The distinct sound of your heels escorted the silence that had suddenly fallen over the entire top floor - as if every individual employee were too afraid they’d be fired if they even breathed loud enough.

Wanda briefly wondered what they would think if they had gotten the chance to see you the way she had; sunk onto your knees with submission written into the depths your irises.

Would they still be so scared of you if they had seen the way you squirmed and whined and begged? If they had heard the filthy way Natasha talked to you - and the pathetic way you got off on it?

The door closed somewhere behind her and the tension in her shoulder blades started to melt away, even more so when she felt your hand brush down the curve of her bicep.

“Remind me, the next time Tony Stark wants to meet with me, to send someone who can stomach listening to him talk about himself for two whole hours.” You suggested sarcastically in a low voice as your head fell to press a kiss to the skin just behind her ear.

“The only person who can stand listening to Mr. Stark talk is Mr. Stark.” Her assessment made you laugh, stacking the papers from your hand into a neat pile at the corner of your desk. “You’re right about that.”

She studied you as you moved towards the other side of the furniture, all but collapsing tiredly into the large office chair that - if you asked Wanda - you looked entirely too delicious perched in; seething with a power that most people could only dream to possess.

Your eyes met hers in the following moments and a smile pressed onto your lips, “I missed you this morning.” Wanda fought the blush that threatened to redden her cheeks as she breathed a, slightly embarrassed, ‘missed you too’ into the air.

It’s not that she hadn’t wanted to wake up with you - all she thought about these days was waking up with you and Natasha by her side - but the inner battle to shed away the innocence that still barricaded inside her chest had gotten the better of her the last couple of nights.

When she was alone in her house, swimming in a pool of her own pitiful thoughts, she couldn’t help but be angry with herself. She wanted to do it - take control of you the same way she had watched Natasha do, fuck you with the same confidence and power that Natasha had.

But she wasn’t Natasha.

She had never taken control of anyone.

She still blushed when she caught you looking at her as you passed each other in the hallway. When she met Natasha’s eyes on the way to the mailbox in the evenings, her ears went hot at the smug wink and smirk the red-head sent in her direction.

Your voice broke the spiral of thoughts tumbling around in her mind, “Nat isn’t as grumpy in the mornings when you’re there.” It was a lighthearted joke, very obviously. But the moment the words left your lips, there was no stopping the blood that instantly rushed her cheeks and it was absolutely futile to try and bite back the smile that followed soon after.

A soft silence fell between the two of you then, but it was far from uncomfortable as Wanda watched you work from the laptop in front of you. She thought about what to do next - the wheels in her head turning with a plethora of things to say or do, if she could manage actually finding the courage to.

“You’re thinking too hard.” You announced matter-of-factly without bothering to tear your attention away from the computer or cease typing away at the keys. A huff of agreement fell from her lips and then it was quiet again.

“You don’t have to always be nervous around me. Or Natasha. Clearly, we only bite when you want us to.” The joke did do the job of easing her down the cliff, especially as your own smile widened and you sent a glance in her direction. “We may be intense people but we’re not going to hurt you.” Your eyes were soft with sincerity.

She didn’t say anything in return, nothing even bothered to form at the tip of her tongue. After watching her chew anxiously at her bottom lip for a few short seconds, you shook your head and rose to your feet.

She watched attentively as you ambled towards her your heels echoed against the floor like music to her ears. Your smile never faltered, even as you planted yourself atop of the desk.

Her eyes flickered shamelessly to where your skirt rode up your thighs and immediately shot back up to meet your amused expression. She would have been completely embarrassed, but that was no use.

The diversion of her attention caused you to cock a single eyebrow as you motioned for her to stand, “Come here.” On shaky legs, she rose to her feet and shuffled towards you until she was situated directly between your parted knees.

“I mean it, Wanda.” The sound of her name rolling so pointedly off your tongue only made her legs weaker and she braced her hands against the edge of the desk to keep herself upright.

Your fingers moved to her wrists, guiding her to press her open palms against either of your thighs, “Relax.”

You could see the hesitation flash in her eyes, fading away just as quiet before she heaved towards you and caught your lips. The surprised squeak that pushed from your throat vibrated against her lips, your hands flying up to cup her cheeks.

As if trying to catch you off guard, her tongue drew a soft strike against your bottom lip and you welcomed her to delve into your mouth with delirium.

Her hands tightened tentatively around your thighs, squeezing the flesh between slender fingers and forcing the fabric of your skirt towards your hips. The metal of her rings were cold and surely leaving crescent shaped indents in your skin.

Her eyes were dark when she pulled away, breath entangling with yours in the space between you both as you looked at each other without a single word.

You didn’t need to question what she was asking in her head as her eyes darted between yours and her neck twitched forward hopefully - keep going?

You nodded a silent encouragement as you watched her brain work overtime to decide whether that had been her cue to continue.

You slid your hands to the back of her head and tangled your fingers in the brunette locks at the base of her skull, just in time for her lips to find yours again; much more rushed and eager now.

You could feel her straighten against you as she regained some of the strength in her legs which she used to push yours further open and step closer.

You were prepared to take the lead, without Natasha there you figured someone would have to, but her nails began to rake against the inside of your thighs and you decided to let her explore what she was capable of doing on her own.

You hummed a soft ‘Yeah, just like that, Wanda’, and she took a moment to bask in the praise before brushing her tongue against yours and using your gasp as an excuse to move her lips down to your neck.

A shuttered moan echoed into the room, your own throat seemed surprised by the sound and you became embarrassingly glad that Natasha had convinced you to sound-proof the walls back when you first started dating. It was your turn to blush, Wanda catching the heat in your cheeks for the first time.

You looked entirely beautiful underneath her, she thought; all flushed as she watched the power dissipate from your demeanor. You were growing desperate, giving into her and she was lapping it up without a second thought.

“I’m not as weak as you think I am.” Wanda finally hissed, certainly a sharp tone for her but still a gentleness lingering somewhere behind it. She was scared to overstep, to come off wrong without the proper taunt on her voice that Natasha had.

Her teeth sunk into the skin of your collarbone and surely left a mark you’d have to half-heartedly scold her for later. But neither of you cared very much as your breathy laugh accompanied a teasing ‘then prove it’.

Of course, you didn’t actually think that she was weak - if the younger woman had taught you anything since you had hired her it was to know better than underestimate her abilities. But the opportunity was presenting itself and you were certainly going to milk whatever confidence-high she was riding for as long as you could.

She finally found it in her to brush her knuckle against the fabric of your underwear, just hard enough for you to feel the digit against your, already aching, clit.

Your head fell back, a hand leaving her neck to brace yourself against the glass surface of the desk, as she continued her eager assault down your chest. Bite marks and purple-red bruises followed her lips.

Just as her finger curled around the band of your underwear, the ring of the office phone shattered the delicate bubble the two of you had created around yourselves.

“Fucking hell.” You huffed frustratedly, pulling away to meet Wanda’s blown-out pupils as she looked up at you through her eyelashes.

Her hand begun to retreat warily from between your thighs and you quickly grabbed her wrist, urging her to continue with pleading eyes that could only be screaming please, please, please, don’t stop.

Wanda’s eyes glinted with uncertainty - but how could she deny you when you were looking at her so desperately as if she was solely responsible for the fate of your universe?

Her hands creeped up your thighs, circled around the band of your underwear, and began to guide the lacy fabric straight down the length of your legs.

Her chest filled with pride as her eyes skimmed over the wet spot in the middle of the fabric; coaxing flashbacks of the same prideful feeling that warmed her chest as she had helped Natasha fuck you nights ago.

The hand that wasn’t holding yourself up against the desk fell reluctantly and extended towards the phone, curling your fist around it and lifting it towards your ear.

“Romanoff.” You announced, heart hammering in your chest as all you could do was hope you sounded composed.

Wanda pressed her fingers to your entrance and gathered your slick on three fingers. In a surge of confidence and pure adrenaline, she locked her eyes onto yours and lifted her fingers to her lips before greedily sucking them clean.

Your teeth sinking into your bottom lip was the only line of defense between sounding out-of-breath at most and moaning straight into the phone.

“Oh, don’t sound so professional, doll.” Your eyes shot towards the phone at the sound of your wife’s voice, her number rolling across the small screen on the receiver.

The tension melted from your shoulders as Wanda returned her hand between your thighs, a single finger pushing into your cunt as far as she could and curling with intention - calculated.

Your hips craned towards her, a broken ‘b-baby’ falling somewhere between a breathy moan and a whispered calling to the red-head on the other end of the phone. You could practically hear the smirk that grew on Natasha’s lips then, imagining the way she likely leaned back in her own office chair at home and proper her feet up on the desk.

Wanda’s finger curled again against your eagerly contracting walls, the sound of your ever-growing arousal was surely audible enough for your wife to hear from where she was.

Natasha’s voice was much darker when she spoke next, “You know I love that sound of that, baby.” If you had to guess, you would have assumed that her eyes were just as dark and clouded as the ones Wanda peered up at you with.

A shuttered whimper was all your wife received in return as another ardent finger was added to aid Wanda’s ministrations inside you.

“Such pretty sounds, dove.” Natasha sung, “You by yourself in there or has my brilliant little protégé finally taken some initiative?” You would have laughed if it hadn’t have been for Wanda’s palm grinding against your clit and your continually dwindling composure. A pleasured hiss forced itself between your gritted teeth as your head fell onto the brunette’s shoulder.

“Wanda, fuck.”

Natasha laughed, loud enough for Wanda to hear. “I guess that answers that, doesn’t it?” The phone tumbled from your hands and clattered onto the desk, just in time for you to catch yourself from slipping backwards.

Wanda’s fingers sped up, hungry-looking eyes watching you closely as you ground your hips so desperately against her palm.

Blindly, your hand fumbled for the dialer and transferred the call onto speaker before quickly shooting forward and tangling into its rightful place in the back of Wanda’s head.

“So good for me.” Wanda finally mumbled, even as she feared that her sudden courage would break her strict concentration.

“Oh, I see.” Natasha stated, all signs of a smirk leaking from her voice. “Let me guess, she’s got you pinned against that gorgeous desk of yours with one of those perfect hands between your pretty thighs?” She knew what she was doing, further igniting the need in your chest.

She always knew how to add fuel to the fire.

It was only a defeated yelp but it said enough to answer her question, your hips desperately pushing forward for more, more, more; which Wanda was happy to give.

“Is she being good for you, Maximoff? Don’t you dare let her be a brat.”

Wanda groaned at your wife’s tone, quickly following up with, “So good, so fucking good.” The praise made your heart beat impossibly faster. “Want more!” You squealed as Wanda’s teeth sunk into your shoulder.

“Now that’s not how you ask for something, dove.” Natasha’s voice was harsh, something she figured Wanda wouldn’t have the heart to do yet.

But Wanda surprised all three of you as her free hand left it’s place on your thigh and gripped tightly your chin to force you to look at her, “Say ‘please’.” She demanded, the strictness in her voice yanking a pleading moan from your chest.

You were far worse than anything the word ‘needy’ could describe; on the verge of falling apart underneath the younger woman and too fucked-out to care about composure when a thousand variations is please, Wanda, please give me more! started raining from your tongue so fast they became nearly incoherent babbles.

Wanda, satisfied with the dynamic that had settled between the two of you, complied to your wishes and sunk a third finger into your cunt. You welcomed the newest intrusion, hungrily clenching around all of her fingers as your throat contracted with another loud moan.

“Mommy!” It startled Wanda, her fingers faltering for a fraction of a second before quickly working into you again at a speed you weren’t entirely sure was human. “Oh,” Natasha laughed wickedly, “Now the real fun begins.”

Wanda’s fingers curled and twisted as if she knew your body. Just when you thought you couldn’t get any more surprised at her sudden dominance, the hand from your chin fell to wrap around your throat and squeezed at either side.

“Oh, my little dove, you sound so messy.” Natasha’s comment only made you more and more desperate to cum, bucking wildly against Wanda’s hand with little regard to how outright pathetic you must have looked.

“I’m so fucking close.” Your high-pitched plead was shattered by a needy whine, one that burned in the back of your throat.

Wanda spoke up quickly, “Ask daddy if you can cum.” It was a shot in the dark, for her to even assume you called Natasha that. But her demand made your eyes fall onto her own so, even as the words tasted unfamiliar on her tongue, the glint in your eye made it worth sticking her neck out.

“Go ahead, ask her all pretty like I know you know how.”

You shuttered, bracing a hand against her shoulder as your nails curled into the delicate skin. “Daddy, please!” You gasped, “Please, please! I’ll be so good! I promise I’ll be good. Please just let me cum!”

This is what she wanted, to have complete power over you as you did nothing but take. With her fingers working inside your cunt as if she’d always be the only thing standing between you and pure bliss, there was no time for you to think. No time for strategy or counter.

On the other end of the call, it was silent for a moment, as if Natasha was very seriously contemplating her answer before a satisfied hum rang out, “Fine. But you better make it real good, dove, for playing without me.”

She sounded upset, and Wanda probably thought she was as her fingers slowed down ever so slightly, but you knew your wife better than that. She was extremely proud of Wanda’s growing desire to please you.

Your hand fell and circled around Wanda’s wrist again, urging her to keep going and go fast. Her hand sped up again; fingers pressing into that spot inside you that made your entire body twitch with need, the other tightening around your throat as you gasped for breath.

You let out a loud wail as you came, fist enclosing impossibly tighter around Wanda’s forearm and head doubling back so fast that the blood began to rush through your ears.

The sound of Wanda’s name bounced off the walls, accompanied by her praises of, “You’re so good, making Mommy so proud, baby.”

You latched your lips onto hers, desperate to ground yourself back into the world of feeling. It was a hasty kiss, rushed and sloppy as Wanda’s fingers collected the drool that dribble down your chin before pushing her fingers into your inviting mouth.

You whined around her fingers, shuttering away from her as the feeling became overwhelming. Her fingers slowed to a stop and rested inside your cunt for a moment as you clenched around them.

Most of the encouraging praises from Natasha sounded no more than radio static on your overdriven ears. You did catch the rewarding ‘good job, my dove’ that she hummed as the excitement subsided and the room fell into a chorus of heavy breathing and the occasional involuntary whimper as Wanda retracted her fingers completely and licked them clean.

Natasha let the both of you unwind for a moment, listening to the sound of your breathing evening out in sync before she spoke, “Wanda, I expect to see you tonight. It sounds like a reward is in order.” An excited shiver fell down Wanda’s spine.

“Yes ma’am.” The word made Natasha scoff playfully, “Oh don’t pull that shit with me now, what did I tell you?”

“Sorry, Nat.” Wanda corrected herself with a blush.

“Now do me a favor, sweetheart. Take that pretty little lace piece you’ve got laying on the floor and keep it safe for me, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes at your wife’s antics as Wanda bent down and scooped your underwear into her hands before tucking them into the same pocket as her beloved post-it note.

It took her a moment before her face scrunched in confusion, glancing down at where your underwear resided in her pocket and then shooting up to meet your eyes, “How did she know…?”

A giggle fell from your lips, your hand coming up to point into the top corner of the room. She followed with her eyes, until they landed on a camera hanging from the ceiling. She looked back at you then, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“What?” You started, cheeky grin playing on your lips, “This is one of my favorite places to play.”

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violetromanoff · 3 years ago

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Getting To Know Somebody Else

✿ੈ ∘*┊summary: when nothing else felt like home, natasha did. or, all natasha ever wanted was to be enough for you

✿ੈ ∘*┊natasha romanoff x reader ( 1.6k )

✿ੈ ∘*┊authors note: inspired by enough for you by olivia rodrigo

“Okay, what’s going on, Nat?” You frowned, turning around to face her. Her eyes were dull, lips curved upward into a grin that wasn’t her own. She hadn’t been herself all night.

Natasha frowned, squeezing your hand. “What do you mean?”

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luna-jaden-shadow · 3 years ago

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Mistletoe

Plot - Random One Shot I did for @sandrawrites13

Fluff

Warning - Shameless self-promo mention of OC

Pairing - May Parker X Fem!Reader

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Just like every year in New York, it starts to snow as the Christmas season draws closer. With the month of December setting in and Time Square getting decorated and all of your friends starting to set up and decorate for the festive season. New York when it snows is a beautiful sight, especially from the warm comfort of your home. You’d spent hours decorating your own home with lights and anything else that fit the season.

“What do you think?” You turned your head, smiling brightly at your current helper. In turn, your dog just stares for a moment before barking and running off. “Rude.” You comment, turning back to the tree you’d decorated that’s sitting in your living room. “I think I’ll need help with ornaments.” You mumble to yourself, looking at the box on the floor. While you would be fully down with calling up your best friend (shameless self-promo) she’s currently busy spending the weekend with her fiancé, so she’s out of the question.

Then the idea came when you caught a glimpse of the TV broadcasting a video of Spider-Man saving a woman and her child. With a smile, you pulled out your phone and dialed up the number.

The woman picked up right away “Hello?” Came May’s voice, her being one of the only other people in New York who you were friends with. You knew her nephew through “work” and since your meeting you’d grown attached to the woman, one might say you’d fallen in love but that’s beside the point.

“Hey, May it’s me, Y/n!” You said happily, even though she had to have read the caller ID before picking up.

“Hey! What’s up? Don’t tell me he got into trouble again.” She groans at the thought of having to pick up Peter. The last time she had to do that was because he’s run out of web fluid and crash-landed in a lake, poor kid was shaking when he arrived at your place.

“No, no everything’s fine. I don’t know what he’s up to but I was calling cause I wanted to know if you wanted to come over and maybe help me decorate my tree? I could make some hot chocolate and we could have a girl's night of watching movies or whatever. We don’t have to if you don’t want to. You probably don’t want to so-”

“Y/n.”

“Yeah?”

“I’ll be right over.”

The smile on your face grew wider as you two said goodbye and hung up. “May’s coming over! Oh my God May’s coming over.” You suddenly come to the realization of what had just happened.

By the time she came over, you had cleaned and tidied up the place even though the two of you would surely make a mess while emptying the box in front of the tree. “I love what you’ve done with the place.” She places her jacket over the back of one of the chairs in the living room area before following you where your tree sits by the window.

“Thanks, it was a pain with someone judging me the whole time.” You shoot a look to your dog who just stares from where they’re laying on the couch, practically falling asleep right then and there.

“Awww they’re just the cutest.” She smiles, petting their head. “They’re just a little interior decorator is all.”

“Uh-huh, sure May, whatever you say.” You smirk, motioning for her to step away from your dog and closer to you. “I thought you were here for me, not my dog.”

“Well, I can be here for both.”

You laugh, shaking your head as the two of you start going through the box and hanging up different ornaments. The whole time the two of you are joking around and talking about life and anything else that either of you can bring up. “Do you want hot chocolate maybe? A little break from all this pine smell?” You offer as you hang up another colorful ornament.

“Yeah, that sounds great.” She straightens up, leaning back to crack her back. You look away, not wanting to have your face go red from seeing her so much as stretch that has you wanting to do things that would make Tony Stark blush. Smiling anyway, you lead her towards the kitchen, totally oblivious to the overly cliché trap that you had set up for any future Christmas parties that you’d no doubt be forced to throw. You go to pass through the doorway when a hand on your arm stops you.

“What’s up?” You turn to her confused only to see her point up. Following her gaze, you look up to see the mistletoe that you’d hung up in the doorway. “Oh, that’s what’s up. We really don’t have to, I put it up so I wouldn’t forget it for when we have a Christmas party or anything. It’s kinda stupid anyway so-” You’re cut off by May who has you now fully turned to her and has her lips pressed against yours.

“I’m not one to ignore an opportunity.” She smiles, hands trailing up to wrap around your neck. “Especially this one.”

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tabuk-decor · 5 years ago

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youtube

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nothoughtsonlynat · 3 years ago

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Old Trucks and New Suits (N.R.)

The Billionaire’s Daughter masterlist

A/N: I don’t like this one as much as the first part but oh well

Word Count: 2.5k

You and Natasha climb into your Chevy C10 and you turn the key several times, but the engine just keeps sputtering. You can see Natasha holding in a laugh from the corner of your eye and you shake your head, turning the key one last time. The engine roars to life and you let out an excited ‘yes’ under your breath. As you pull away from the tower, Natasha examines the interior of the beat-up truck. She hums and turns to face you.

“Something you’d like to say, Miss Widow?”

“I’m sorry, but I gotta ask. Your father is Tony Stark一 a literal billionaire. Why do you have such a crappy truck?”

“Hey, it is not crappy! It’s a project truck一 a classic. And I don’t want my father’s money. I don’t need it.”

“You’re weird. If I were you, I’d use daddy’s money to buy myself a shiny new Corvette.”

You scoff and shake your head. “You make a fair point. Corvettes are very tempting,” you say with a slight smirk on your face.

It’s silent for a few minutes after that, and you push a cassette tape into the player to fill the void. Hank Williams’ voice fills the vehicle and Natasha lets out a loud snort. “You’ve got to be kidding me. First the ancient truck and now this? When is this music even from? Oh my god, wait. Did you go into the ice with Cap? Cause that would explain, like, a lot.”

“Ha ha. Very funny, Romanoff. One, this truck is not that old; it’s a ‘78. Two, this particular song is from the 50s. Don’t attack me just because I have better taste than you.”

“Older definitely does not equal better, Y/N.”

“Mhm. Whatever you say, Natasha.”

There are smiles on both of your faces as you pull into the parking lot of the small diner. Natasha hops out and you pull on the handle of your door, but it won’t budge. She watches you through the windshield, standing in front of the truck with a cocky grin. You huff out a breath and shove your shoulder into the door, which seems to do the trick, considering you fall out of the side of the truck and land not-so-gracefully on your ass. Natasha is now full-on belly laughing at you, and your face is decorated with a deep blush and a sheepish smile. “The door sticks sometimes...”

“Yeah, I can see that,” she says, still laughing. You stand up and dust yourself off.

When you enter the diner, the two of you earn some strange looks, and you realize you’re still wearing a dress that definitely doesn’t suit the environment.

“I really should’ve changed first,” you mumble as you slide into a booth across from Natasha.

“Yeah, you should’ve. I thought you were supposed to be really smart?”

“I’m sleep-deprived, leave me alone.” She only laughs at you in response, but you love the sound of it.

<//>

A concerning amount of food and coffee later一 along with several missed calls and ignored texts from your father一 you and Natasha are fighting over the bill.

“You drove, just let me pay.”

“I invited you here, so I’m gonna pay.”

“You’re a broke college student. I’m not letting you pay.”

“I’m not a college student anymore and I’m not broke!” She playfully glares at you and you meet her hard stare with raised eyebrows, not backing down. You see the waiter coming towards your table, but Natasha can’t see him. You quickly slide your debit card into the check and hand it to him as he passes.

Natasha scoffs and squints her eyes at you. A smug grin spreads across your face as you nod your head in silent victory. Her feigned anger quickly fades and she shakes her head at your antics, chuckling quietly. The sight causes a warmth to spread in your chest, and you avert your gaze to the window.

You stack the empty dishes as you wait for the waiter to return with your card. She raises an eyebrow at this and says, “I take it you’ve worked as a waitress before?” “Yes, actually. That and I’m a decent human being,” you say with a pointed look.

“When did you work as a waitress?”

“All throughout college. On top of, like, two other jobs,” you reply as a waiter hands you your card and receipt. You nod with a small ‘thanks’ before sliding out of the booth.

“Why’d you work so much?”

“Needed the money,” you say shortly as you hold the door open for her.

“You never give real answers to my questions,” she playfully remarks.

“Well, maybe you just ask too many of ‘em.” Your lips quirk into a small smile.

You turn to look at her once you’re both situated in the truck. “My mom had cancer. I needed the money to pay her hospital bills. That’s how Tony and I reconnected. She knew her time was coming and she didn’t want me to be stuck alone with that kind of debt, so she called him. He had already known about me, but I guess he finally just grew up and decided to deal with it.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“No need to apologize. You didn’t invent cancer,” you say, shrugging as you start the truck. It’s quiet the entire ride back to the tower, but, despite the heavy conversation that previously took place, it’s a comfortable silence.

<//>

Natasha walks you back to your room once you get back to the tower. She claims she’s being courteous, but you’re pretty sure she just wanted to know where you’re staying. You open the door to your temporary room and wave her in.

“This is it? An old cramped apartment in the basement?” She asks with scrunched eyebrows, which you find adorable.

“Well, I told Tony that I didn’t want anything extravagant. And I’m only going to be here for a couple of weeks, so…”

“Yeah, this is definitely not extravagant. You are allowed to have nice things, you know,” she says, turning to face you.

“I know. I mean, he can obviously afford it but he’s already spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on medical bills. I just wanna get out of his hair,” you reply honestly.

“He doesn’t seem to mind having you around. And I definitely don’t,” she says with a flirty smile, setting your cheeks ablaze.

You shake your head as you look anywhere but at her. She steps closer and reaches behind you to grab your phone from the countertop, holding eye contact the whole time. You watch with wide eyes as she types away on your phone.

“There,” she says. “Now you have my number, so we can set up a second date.”

“I wasn’t aware this was a date. I would’ve gone for something a little fancier than diner food.”

“Well, at least you were dressed the part,” she says, gesturing to your dress.

“Mhm. I might’ve gone for something a little less...revealing. For the first date, at least.”

“Aw, but I like this dress. It makes for a very nice view.”

“Oh, I’m sure. The other patrons at the diner loved it, too. And you aren’t too hard on the eyes either, Agent.”

She chuckles and says, “I should probably get going. We could both use some sleep.”

“Yeah, definitely. I’ll see you later, Natasha.”

She presses a soft kiss to your cheek and whispers, “See you around, Y/N.”

You don’t snap out of your trance until the door clicks shut behind her. You blink several times, trying to reassure yourself that the past sixteen hours had actually happened. You shower and change, then send the orders through to JARVIS to have Natasha’s new suit made. As soon as that’s taken care of, you practically collapse into your bed.

<//>

You’re awakened by a loud knock at the door. You have no idea what time it is, but you flick on the light and stumble to the door anyway. You pull the door open to find your father standing on the other side. “I was sleeping,” you mumble as you glare at him.

“It’s four in the afternoon,” he deadpans.

“Well, somebody decided to lock me in a lab all night so I’m a little behind on sleep.”

“You could’ve slept on the...workbench or something. That’s not what I’m here for. Can I come in? Thanks,” he says, walking through the door before you have the chance to respond. You shake your head and close the door behind him, moving to get a bottle of water from the fridge.

“Why are you here then, Dad?”

“I went to my lab and discovered JARVIS working on a suit. I didn’t give that order and nobody else has that kind of access, so I figured it must’ve been you. Who’s it for?”

“Natasha. She had gone to the lab last night because her suit needed some repairs after her mission. I just designed a new one because whoever made the first one was an imbecile who knew nothing about combat.”

“Hey, I helped design that suit!”

“Oops…sorry. But, I mean, c’mon, dude.”

He looks away from you and shrugs, pretending to think it over. “I can see your point.”

“Are you mad about the suit?” you ask tentatively, afraid of overstepping.

“No. I’m quite pleased, actually. Looks like you’re taking after your old man.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Dad. I just did her a favor ‘cause we were both locked in there with nothing better to do.”

“Okay, just hear me out. I know you’re really looking forward to your new job, but you have so much talent. You could stay here and一”

“No. I don’t want a handout and I don’t want to work for you. I’ve already accepted the job, Dad. And I’m really looking forward to it. I appreciate the offer, I do, but no thanks.”

“Just think about it?” You stare him down, but he doesn’t budge, so you hesitantly agree.

“Fine. It will linger in the back of my mind, but I will not be actively thinking about it.”

“Good enough for me,” he says with a smug grin, raising his hands in the air.

“Call me when the suit’s finished, yeah? I wanna see my work.”

“No, you don’t. You want to see Romanoff, who will happen to be wearing your work.”

“Shut up.”

“You know I’m right.”

“Get out.”

“I’d better be invited to the wedding!” You push him out the door and close the door on him, cutting him off. You laugh at his antics. As complicated as your relationship with your father has been, this past year would’ve been hell without him.

<//>

It’s about seven p.m. now. You decided to stay awake, hoping that maybe you’d be able to get some sleep tonight. You’re in the middle of an episode of Criminal Minds when your phone buzzes from beside you. You pick it up and see a text from your father.

‘Suit’s done. I just texted Romanoff. Better get up here so you don’t miss the show ;)’

“Oh, good lord. That man,” you mumble to yourself as you shut your laptop and leave the room.

On the elevator ride up to the sciency floor, you suddenly become very self-conscious of your appearance. You’re wearing black leggings and an oversized band tee with your hair thrown in a messy bun, and glasses instead of contacts. ‘This is ridiculous. She’s just trying out her suit,’ you think to yourself. You shake your head to clear your doubts as you step out of the elevator.

Tony is the only one in the lab when you get there. “Is she not here yet?”

“She’s in the bathroom changing.” He turns his phone off and picks his head up to look at you, immediately laughing. “Did I wake you again?”

“Very funny. I was watching Netflix, asshole.”

“Hey, don’t speak to your father that way.” You scoff and raise an eyebrow at him, but whatever sarcastic remark he was about to make was cut off when the door to the bathroom opened and Natasha stepped into the lab. You’re fairly certain your jaw dropped a little at the sight of the redhead.

“It’s a nice suit. You look great. Doesn’t she look great, Y/N?” Tony’s teasing tone tells you that your gawking is very obvious, and you don’t need a mirror to know that your face is bright red.

“Uh- yeah. No, yeah. You look fantastic. Do you- how’s it feel?” You silently curse yourself for stuttering, knowing that your father would never stop teasing you for it.

“It’s amazing. Much better than the old one. Thank you, Y/N. You really didn’t have to do this for me.” Her cocky smirk fades into a small, sincere smile and it doesn’t fail to make you melt.

“You’re welcome. You deserve it. You’re sure it doesn’t need any adjustments?”

“No, it fits great. Whoever designed it did a pretty good job,” she says, her smirk returning.

“I’ll be sure to let them know,” you retort with a similar expression.

“If you two are done flirting, do you think we could wrap this up? I have a date with Pepper at nine and Y/N here was very busy being a couch potato before we interrupted her.” You slap his arm for his remark and disapprovingly shake your head at him.

“Ow!” He grabs his arm with a slack jaw and you scoff at his dramatics.

“Yeah, just let me change back. I’d hate to interrupt her couch potato time,” Natasha adds in.

“I am not a couch potato!” You huff as Tony leaves the lab laughing and Natasha goes back into the bathroom. You lean against the workbench and pop your knuckles, waiting for her to finish.

She emerges and notices you instantly. “You didn’t have to wait for me, you know. I’m capable of walking myself out.”

“Really? I thought the Black Widow would need a bodyguard to get to the elevator,” you quip, feigning confusion.

“Funny. Seriously though, thank you for the suit,” she says as you walk her into the elevator.

“Like I told you before, it was my pleasure.”

“I know, it’s just that nobody’s ever really done anything like that for me before, and we’ve literally known each other less than 24 hours.” She catches your gaze as she speaks, and the raw sincerity in her eyes almost takes your breath away.

“Well, to be fair, they have been a very eventful 24 hours.”

“That is very true. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Nat.” She steps off the elevator at her floor and you continue downward. As the unusually large metal box descends to the basement, a giddy smile takes over your features. It might be the lack of sleep or the borderline-dangerous amount of caffeine you’ve consumed in the past 24 hours, but you think that you just might be falling for the ex-assassin.

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A/N: I just wanted some Pinterest scrolling Tony making the house be an all-out Halloween fest with graves in the front yard and everything.

PAIRING(S): Tony Stark/Sam Wilson

RATING: General

WARNING(S): N/A

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Tony likes to decorate, especially around the holidays.

“Are you looking on Pinterest?” Sam raises an eyebrow questioning Tony, who is certainly scrolling through the Pinterest app on his StarkPad. Tony chooses to ignore Sam and instead looks back to his StarkPad with a large smile on his face, looking at anything from Halloween decorations to the nursery interiors. Sam tries again, “what are you looking for?” Because he certainly hopes it’s not the nursery interior, Peter has only just moved out of his own toddler bed.

Continuing to scroll Tony smiles upward ignoring the pad, “I want to decorate the house for halloween, something cute, but not scary, like Disney Halloween, you know?” Sam does not know but he leaves Tony to do it anyway.

Carrying Peter into the house after a long day of work Sam drops both of their school bags and makes his way to the kitchen where he knows Tony would be waiting. Except for the ghosts in the hallway, stairs are stopping him from doing so. He puts Peter on the ground, “hey Pete why don't you go find daddy so we can talk about the pumpkins on the front porch.” Peter runs off happily towards the kitchen his shows lighting up as he goes, a Tony purchase.

He comes back quickly after with Peter pulling Tony’s arm as he laughs, the noise travelling throughout the house. Peter smiled brightly yelling way too loud for an inside voice, “Daddy! Look at the mickey ghosts!”

Tony follows after the same wide smile on his face as he picks up Peter, similar to how Sam had earlier in the day, “I thought you’d like them, how about we make some pumpkin hot chocolate so we can really get into the spooky mood?” Peter combats Tony with a small ‘roar’ to show how scary the small child really is.

The next day Sam finds a note next to his now spider soap dispenser, “I hope you don’t think I’ve gone too over the top, this is nothing compared to my Christmas board!” He finished it with a pumpkin face and it makes Sam’s day.

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The donut series - Part 8

Note - Idk wtf this is... Lol! Hopefully I can complete this series before the year ends. Just 2 or 3 more parts now.

Thank you so so much to @firefly-graphics for the cute dividers💖💖

Summary - You move into the tower with Steve.

Warnings - 18+ only please, smut (m/f), soft dom Steve, daddy kink, captain kink, praise kink, orgasm denial, spanking, punishments, Steve is pushy and possessive, some angst, (lemme know if I missed any)

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 5.2k

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“What do you think you’re doing?!” You jerked when you heard Steve’s voice calling out to you, dropping your lipstick on your lap, your heart hammering in your chest.

You stared at his reflection in the dressing mirror. “God, Steve,” looking over your shoulder you glared at him, “Don’t you think you shouldn’t be sneaking up on me? Especially after everything that happened.”

His face immediately soften, muttering an apology to you, “But you’re not going out today.” He said in a tone that left no room for negotiation.

But you weren’t one of his agents or one to be bossed around. “And you get to tell me what to do, because?” folding your arms over your chest and mimicking his stance.

“Sweetheart, come on, don’t argue with me. It’s still dangerous for you out there.”

“What do you mean? I thought you arrested those guys. Who else would be after me?” you frowned.

He takes two long strides, standing before you and taking your hand in his “Clint has been interrogating them all night. They’ll crack soon enough and give up who they’re working for but we need to be careful till then.”

You sighed, “How long do you think it will be?”

“I don’t know, doll. Hopefully not too long.”

“Well, I can’t just stay locked up forever. Besides a locked door isn’t going to stop Hydra, I mean it didn’t the first time. So really what difference does it make if I’m in college or at home?”

“About that,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “how would you feel about moving into the Avengers tower?”

“What?” you blinked. You had heard of the Avengers living and working from the Avengers/Stark tower. It shouldn’t come as a surprise to you that Steve would possibly live there as well, but for some reason it did. “For how long?”

“Uh, we can give it a try and see how it goes?” he hesitated. He should’ve asked you to move there as soon as you told him you felt unsafe. The whole incident could’ve easily been avoided.

“I mean I wouldn’t mind living there, I think,” you shrugged, “it’s you I’m worried about.”

“What do you mean?” he tilted his head to the side, like a cute little puppy.

You got up from the chair, looping your hands over his neck and playing with the little hair on the nape of his neck, “You’re so cute and clueless, baby,” you cooed.

He huffed at that, puffing out his chest to show you how ‘macho' he is. Completely capable of protecting his girl from big bad guys no matter what.

“I just felt the tower is so unlike you. It’s so...”

Modern--was the word you were looking for, but that seemed too on the nose so you tried to think of a better adjective. You had only ever been to the tower a few times. The first was to make a delivery, when you met Steve for the first time, and then a few times at parties and little get-togethers. It was strange to think that you were part of the Avengers inner circle now, especially if you’re going to be living with them.

“So what?” he wanted to know.

“Just so not you, Stevie. I can’t imagine you living there.”

“We should’ve moved long ago. As soon as you told me about the stalker. I should’ve taken it more seriously.”

“Hey,” you traced his sharp cheekbone, “it’s not your fault. It’s nobody’s fault. Except the ones who did the kidnapping,” you scrunched up your nose, “they’ll get what’s coming to them though, right?”

“Of course, they’ll never hurt you or anyone else ever again,” he promised, kissing the inside of your wrist.

You kept looking at your watch. A gift from your mum for your high school graduation. It had a vintage feel to it, the thin leather strap making your hand look to delicate, Steve had always said that he liked it the best. He always did like you looking small compared to him.

The elevator dinged, “Exactly four minutes.”

“Hm?” he asked, lacing his fingers with yours as he walked towards ‘his' apartment. Or the apartment that was supposed to be his.

Tony had offered him boarding there when the tower was reconstructed months ago. He thought about it but eventually said no upon seeing just how big the apartment was.

Hell he had a whole floor to himself, which was too extravagant for him. He was used to taking only what he needed, if that.

More than that though...

You caught him looking at you, sparing him a sweet smile that crinkled your sparkling eyes.

More than that he didn’t want to live in such a large space all alone.

He would never share that with anyone, they’d laugh at Captain America being too scared of being alone. When he had the love and adoration of the whole world, a second chance at life and everything one could need to be happy.

But he still couldn’t bear the deafening silence of his lonely apartment. He’d get home from work, switch on the television so he’d have something to talk about with his colleagues, sip on a beer. It didn’t necessarily get him drunk or even taste all that great but it made him feel normal.

He never had to think about being alone in a strange new world all that much since he was often too busy. But he absolutely would not have an entire floor to himself. He’d surely go crazy.

“Four minutes for the elevator to get up here from the ground floor. It’s so high,” you marvelled at the view the floor to ceiling windows gave you.

“Yeah. They really should put some music there. They used to, back in my day,” he shared.

He wasn’t afraid of talking about his past with you. You never made fun of him for it, but instead listened intently and nodded. At most you’d tease him a bit... but he kinda liked that.

He punched in the code to his apartment, telling it to you, “Your birthday,” he winked, “it’s changed every twenty-hour hours.”

“That seems a bit excessive. This place is like a fortress, I doubt anybody could break in.”

He held the door open for you as you entered. Surprised to find the apartment already furnished.

“How did they manage to do all this so soon?” you wondered. Running your hands on the leather of the couch in the middle of the living.

The dark couch went well with the hardwood floors. A tall bookshelf to the side, it felt almost like a study, your fears of it being too modern and minimalistic for Steve’s taste were null, too masculine for your taste though. It seemed a lot like Steve’s old apartment. “Needs a woman’s touch.”

“You can decorate it however you like,” he said, hugging you from behind, he propped his chin up on your head.

“I don’t know... I don’t have any experience decorating apartments...” your voice small, scared of not being able to live up to his expectations. “Certainly wouldn’t do as good a job as you did,” your back leaned into his front.

“I didn’t decorate this, honey,” he chuckled. “Tony hired an interior designer. A few months ago but I didn’t want to live here then. We can ask him to call her again and then you can talk to her.”

“No, I don’t want to cause trouble. And it’s not like we’re living here for long,” you shrugged.

“What do you mean?” his voice stiff and although you couldn’t look at him you just knew he was frowning.

“Isn’t it a bit too soon to move in together?”

“But we were already living together.”

You sighed, “Yeah, but making renovations seems too... permanent?”

“You don’t want us to be permanent?”

You turned around, your heart aching at even the thought of hurting him, “That’s not what I meant, love... Isn’t it weird to live where you work?”

“It’s better this way. I can get home to you sooner,” he argued.

“Well, I suppose that’s true.”

“Are you having second thoughts about us?” he asked.

You immediately shook your head, “It’s a bit intimidating, but nope, no second thoughts.”

“That’s good then.”

You often dreamt all things Steve ever since you started dating him. Marrying him, even having a little boy wearing a mini Captain America suit for Halloween who looked eerily similar to Steve. You called him James after Steve’s late friend, you hadn’t told him about that though.

This morning you were dreaming of being whisked away in Italy, having your wedding to him by lake Como. You were wearing a traditional forties style gown, much like the one your grandma wore at your wedding.

Scrunching your nose as you were pulled from your beautiful dream when you felt something wet on your cheek. Rubbing it away with your palm, you moaned.

“Wake up, sleeping beauty,” Steve cooed, peppering kisses all over your face. Knowing that to be the best way to calm you before you snapped at him for waking you up so early.

You opened your eyes, rubbing your sleep away, “It’s still dark... I thought we agreed I’m doing school online,” you turned away from him, nuzzling your face into your pillow. “What time is it?”

“It’s five.”

“Pm?”

He snorted, “No. AM.”

“Oh my god, Steve!” you groaned, “What is wrong with you? That’s like...the middle of the night. Let me sleep in peace.”

“We have to train you. Come on I’ll teach you some self defense moves, it’ll be fun.”

“I doubt any amount of training will make me capable of fighting off hydra...”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t try,” he interrupted you, “I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“Maybe in the evening.”

“Morning is the best time to do it. Come on, it’ll be fun! Besides, we always do your thing.”

He did often let you pick the movie or drag him shopping so he could hold your bags and pay for your stuff. You knew he liked to work out and would like to have you do it with him. The only problem was--you literally couldn’t think of anything worse to do.

“Square your shoulders, honey,” he instructed as you followed, seeing an opening to punch him in his stomach, and because you were mad about being woken up at literally the crack of dawn you took it.

He managed to dodge it, obviously. And even had the nerve to be cocky about it as he smirked at you. “You’re so small, puppy,” he teased, patting your head.

You huffed, being almost a foot shorter than him. “Whatever.”

And then you recalled all the times you had wrestled your cousin, who was much bigger than you, when you were kids. Remembering a move that often worked on him.

You launched towards Steve, holding onto his midsection and trying to tackle him to the ground.

“Urgh!” you groaned but he refused to move even an inch.

Eventually you did give up, if only so you could stop embarrassing yourself. Helping, or rather just standing to the side and watching Steve as he punched the shit out of a bag.

“Go, Steve!” you cheered. Rubbing your thighs together at the sight of him all sweaty and of his bulging muscles. “You should bring me down here more often,” you sighed dreamily.

“Will do,” he smirked, pulling the velcro of his gloves, “Come on, it’s time to do some crunches, I’ll spot you.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No, please,” you tried to run away, even though you knew it’d be of no use, but he effectively caught you and made you lie down on the mat. Giving you a goal of two sets of twenty frigging crunches.

“I hate you,” you grumbled. Willing yourself to pull your upper body up despite the slight pain in your side, moving up as Steve pecked your lips. To give you an ‘incentive’.

“Stop lying, I know you love me,” he smiled.

Lying back on the mat after your first set, on the verge of giving up but Steve kept insisting that you go on.

You looked down at him. His skin barely had a sheen of sweet, blond strands kissing his forehead. He still had an amber glow to his skin even as you got closer to the winter months.

“You’re staring, sweetheart,” he reminded you.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t help myself.” Often getting lost in his beauty.

You smirked as you got a wicked idea, putting your legs over his, straddling his hips, “Have you ever wanted to do something in public?” you asked, as he simply stared up at you, completely dumbfounded. Rolling your hips against his, “I have, it’ll be fun and thrilling.”

“I... No,” he blinked, shaking his head, “We shouldn’t,” but even as he said it, he held onto your sides, pulling you closer to him. You giggled as you felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh.

“Oh my god, guys, come on.”

You yelped, holding onto Steve’s shoulders to keep from falling, looking to your side to see where the voice came from.

“We could come back if you want...” Natasha said. She didn’t look fazed by it at all, unlike her friend.

“No, we are not coming back! This is not what you use the gym for, Rogers.”

You looked at Steve, who was as red as a tomato, “Sorry,” he got up, helping you up as well, standing behind you to cover up his erection, he introduced you to his friend, “This is Sam.”

“Nice to meet you,” Sam gave you a nervous smile.

“We should get going,” Steve said, pushing you towards the exit. “That’s a sneaky way to get out of training,” he whispered in your ear as you walked back to the elevator, “It won’t work again,” pinching you butt, making you squeal.

“We’ll see.”

You hummed as you looked at your side of the closet, which was as big as your old living room, it looked as if you didn’t really have enough stuff to fill it out. You looked over at Steve’s side, even more empty... and “So boring,” you whispered under your breath.

“Right?” Tony nodded, as if agreeing with you.

Why he was there in the first place you didn’t know. You didn’t invite him, neither did Steve, he had said he just wanted to see how well you both were fitting in. With Steve gone for the most part of the past couple of days you were on your own to unpack everything.

Tony said he’d help you... but you had a feeling he was just snooping.

“What a grandfather sense of fashion he has,” he looked at your poor Steve’s shirts in disgust.

You took offense to that. “If anyone can pull it off, he can,” you huffed. Nobody insults your man.

“Really?” he quirked a brunette brow, “I don’t think so. I mean... I could probably. I can pull off anything,” he boosted.

“I mean, you could try them on if you like, but they’re probably too big for you,” you taunted him in mock sympathy.

“Ouch, guess I deserve that,” he said as he went through the box you had stuffed your make up in.

“What are you even looking for?” you pulled it away from him, glaring at him, “Don’t you have a company to run or a world to save?”

“Hey, Steve was the one who asked me to keep you company,” he held his hands up.

“Really?”

“Well, he asked Nat, which is basically the same as asking me. So I volunteered. He wasn’t happy about that though,” you smacked his hand away when he tried to pry into another box.

“Why would you volunteer?” Steve may have good intentions but having the billionaire hovering over you was only making you irritated.

“... to hang out I guess,” he confessed when he couldn’t really think of anything else to say.

You giggled, “If you wanted to be my friend you could’ve just said so!”

“No... no,” he shook his head, “I didn’t say anything about wanting to be friends.”

He was just curious about you. To figure out what Caps taste is. And to maybe get some hot goss about him. Not that being friends with you sounds like the end of the world, you certainly weren’t as insufferable as Cap.

“What would you like to do, fren?” you fluttered your lashes at him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be packing?”

“I’m bored of being cooped up. Lets do something fun!”

Steve smiled, a wide cheeky one, as he thought of all the things he could do with you and spend the remainder of his day with you. His stomach doing somersaults in giddiness.

“I could get used to this,” he said to himself before calling out for you. The thought of coming home to you everyday, so domestic and romantic. His smile dropping as he looked for you in the bedroom, the boxes sat scattered and unopened. All over the room.

He knew you were in the apartment before he even heard your voice, his super senses alerting him, “Oh, Steve!” you perked up. Giggling as you put your shopping bags down. “So, I might’ve made an oopsie.”

Plumping down on the fluffy bed, large enough to fit two Steve’s and still have room for you, taking off your real Louboutins. Since Steve gave you his card, you decided you wanted to treat yourself to them. But they were equally as uncomfortable as the fake ones.

“What?” he quirked a brow, his hands on his hips as he despondently shook his head.

“Well, Tony pointed out that your wardrobe is kinda...” you thought of a adjective that wouldn’t be offensive, biting your lip as you went through your vocabulary, “Old-ish?” when he didn’t reply you kept going, “and I might’ve maxed out your card... Tony offered to pay! But it didn’t feel right,” you jutted your bottom lip out, pushing your titts up together in an attempt to look cute.

“You went out? When I specifically asked you not to?” a rage simmering in his voice--which you didn’t quite like. Because who the fuck was he to talk to you like that?

“I had Iron Man with me. I think I was okay. You’re being annoying,” you rolled your eyes.

“Am I?” his hands now folded over his chest.

And you’d be frustrated with him acting as if he was your dad, sure you called him daddy but that didn’t give him the right to have authority over you while you weren’t naked, if he didn’t look so fucking good. With the veins propping on his forearms, light blond hair littered over it, his watch strapped on his wide wrist. You only stared him down in response.

“It would’ve been better if you had went alone instead. Tony is nothing but trouble,” he scoffed.

“I thought you wanted me to make friends with your team,” you countered.

“Are my clothes too embarrassing for you? Am I too old for you?” he tried to keep his voice from wavering, to hide some of his vulnerability, but he couldn’t, not to you anyway. “Is that why you didn’t tell your family about me?”

You gaped at him. That was the reason you hadn’t told your mom. She’d point out the obvious reasons, as she had just like you expected, him being from the forties would just make things harder for you both.

“I - ” you started but then stopped, “I like your clothes as they are. If you don’t like what I got you then we can return them. I just wanted to do something nice for you,” getting up and then walking towards him, kissing his jaw and stroking his arms to calm him, “you never think about yourself, I wanted to do that for you.”

“I wish that was true, doll,” he replied gravely. His lips pressed in a thin line as he looked at your sweet face, “But you have to apologize. For not following my orders.”

You snorted, taking a step back, “For the last time--you cannot order me around. I don’t care that you think you know what’s best.”

“Really? I’ve been working my ass off on trying to find the guys that did this to you and you are just hell bent on making my life harder,” he let out a dry chuckled, “say your sorry.”

“Make me.”

You regretted the words as soon as they came out of you, before you knew it he had you hauled over his lap, ready to spank an apology out of you.

“Ah!” you yelped at the unceremonious blow.

You did like it when he spanked you, you truly didn’t know why, but it made your pussy quiver. And honestly he didn’t do it enough. Only doing it once when you were late and weren’t able to call him.

Slapping your covered bottom a second time before stopping when he heard you moan, slipping a palm under your dress, being purposely slow to draw it out for you, to torture you in his own way, he pushed your panties aside, swirling your juices around your lips.

“You’re fucking enjoying this,” he growled.

You whimpered when he rolled your bundle of nerves between his fingers, nodding your head, already feeling yourself tethering on the edge.

“That’s too bad... I’ll have to be more creative,” he said as he withdrew his hand, making you writhe in his hold.

You looked at him over your shoulder, wiggling your butt to try to entice him before huffing when he simply stared at you, stoic as ever, “You’re no fair!”

“I’m doing this to be fair, sweetheart. I don’t enjoy it anymore than you do.”

A blatant, clear-cut, shameless lie. You both knew it. He loved thinking of ways to ‘punish' and executing them.

“What are you doing?” you asked as he placed you over his lap, your back to his broad front, his fingers working on the zipper of your dress. Pushing the sleeves down your shoulders.

“I’m going to fuck you till you admit that you’re sorry,” since he had no patience for insolence, placing a dubiously sweet and innocent kiss to your cheek.

“In your dreams,” you retorted but then shivered in his arms you let him roll your panties down your thick thighs, lifting up your hips to help him out, leaving you completely bare against him.

You bashfully rubbed your face against his button up, you felt his heart beating steadily, as his hands shamelessly explored your body. Grabbing and kneading at your breasts and hips, tracing the stretch marks on your thighs.

“Aren’t you gonna take your clothes off too?” you made yourself small.

You weren’t afraid of being so vulnerable before him, you had gotten used to it because you trusted him enough to not be intimidated by his perfect physique, but right now your whole body felt hot as you just wanted to cover up and give yourself some sort of modesty. Even if your desires and yearning for him was anything but modest.

“No, honey,” he answered, his fingers parting your weeping lips as he looked down to get a glance of it over your shoulders. Licking his lips at the sight of it, “Such a pretty pussy, doll. And all mine,” he rasped as he prodded at your hole with his middle finger before pushing it in, “Isn’t it?”

“Yes,” you nodded, trying to roll your hips over the erection pressing into your back.

He stilled your movements by holding onto your hips, warning you to stop, “Forever?” he urged.

“Yes, forever, god, just do something!” you wailed. Because whatever he was doing was not enough to satisfy you.

He hummed in thought, “I’m not a young guy. I prefer to take my time,” he pushed another finger in, stretching you out by viscously scissoring your cunt, all the while kissing your hair and your face.

He wasn’t someone who took only what he needed.

He didn’t need you.

Although it often seem to him as if you were like air--impossible to live without. He didn’t need you to live.

But he wanted you. More than anything else in the whole world.

He knew he shouldn’t keep you. Only being with you for a few months and he had almost gotten you killed but there was no way he could help himself.

“I’m selfish,” he whispered to you, pausing his ministrations to ruin your climax, “I’m selfish with you. I’m not as good as everyone makes me out to be,” he confessed. He didn’t know if it was right to do so, but he didn’t want to even consider the other option of letting you go.

“I figured out long ago that you weren’t all that good and boring,” you cried as he stopped again. Your hand holding onto his wrist as your sensitive cunt gushing juices of arousal all over your brand new sheets. “But I’m good, aren’t I, daddy?” you whispered, sultrily. “You can make me come--I’m always good to you. I promise I’ll suck you off after.”

“No.”

Tears welled up in your eyes at his rejection, he had never done that to you. To deny you so easily and bluntly. You thought he was the one person in this whole world who would do anything for you, you could ask for the moon and he’d probably try to give it to you.

Was he really that mad at you?

Your bottom lip quivering as tears welled up in your eyes, “You’re so mean,” you accused, loudly sniffing as you felt a tear drop down your cheek.

He blinked, his fingers stopping their assault on your swollen pussy as he took in your words. You could stomp all over his heart, even shoot him, do anything you want to him, he’d forgive you for it but he absolutely could not bear to see you cry.

“No, pup,” he cooed, gently removing his fingers as you whined, he kissed your forehead as he hushed you, “it’s okay, you’re okay, shush,” one hand under your neck and circling another under your knees, cradling your naked body close to his chest like a babe, he rocked you back and forth in an effort to sooth you.

“I’m sorry I was mean,” he whispered into your hair.

“You broke your pinky promise,” you held onto his neck. You were angry with him and at the situation but your body craved the comfort his gave you. “I can’t trust you now.”

His heart ached at that, “Don’t say that,” he furrowed his brows, kissing you all over your face, “I didn’t yell, puppy.”

“But you got mad,” you puffed your cheeks.

“I didn’t promise to not get mad. That’s a bit unrealistic...”

“No, you promised--no yelling, curing or meanness. Not calling me your 'good girl' or letting me come is mean! And cruel,” you reminded him, whimpering into his chest.

“Right, right. I’m sorry, that’s my fault then. I got a bit carried away... I thought you liked that you know?”

You hummed. You did like it when Steve was a bit rough, but you always knew he loved you with all his heart because you could see it in his eyes. The way he’d praise you for being so good for him, calling you his one and only, that he could never love anyone as much as he loves you.

But when he didn’t say that to you, when he refused to call you good, your soft heart couldn’t take the rejection.

“I do... but...” you hid your face in his neck.

“But what?” he urged you.

“But I also like knowing that you love me,” you spoke against his prickly stubble.

“Of course I love you. I’m sorry I made you think I didn’t, even for a second. You’re my sweet girl, forever and always,” he promised, rocking you some more, until your breathing becomes normal and steady again.

“You’re my daddy forever too,” you giggled, “or Captain, whatever you prefer.”

“If I had to pick I’d say Steve,” he told you. While it was nice to have you call him sweet name, nobody really uses his given name anymore. To have you call him that in your sweet girly voice, reminding him that he could be just Steve with you, was exhilarating.

“Okie, Stevie then.”

“Right, how about I draw you a bath? Afterwards we can go over the things you got me,” he perked up.

“You don’t have to wear them if you’re not comfortable.”

“I know, pup, but I want to. I want to get with the times. Can’t have anyone making fun of you for dating an old man,” he teased, swaying you some more.

“Hm, but...”

“But what?”

“I... um... still wanna come, so bad,” you whispered softly, rubbing your thighs together. “Will you make me come, Stevie?”

“Yes,” he replied immediately, “how would you like me to?”

“I wanna come around you,” you stated as heat rushed to your cheeks. “And I am sorry. I probably should’ve told you before going with Tony.”

“I know you’ve been cooped up, honey. I’m going to take a few days off so we can do whatever you like,” he said, working on unbuckling his belt, “But before that, I need to take care of my sweet girl, just like she does for me.”

Your hands feebly pulling at his button up, he took your queue and rid himself of it, along with his undershirt as your hands explored the expanse of his broad chest.

Pulling his length out, he manoeuvred your body till you over him, “Guide me in, sweetheart,” he instructed as you whimpered.

Grabbing the base of his cock, coating your slick in his pre ejaculate, you slowly sunk down on him. Not being able to fit all of him in, because he was as thick as a can of pringles, and oh so long.

You looked at him, too anxious to disappoint him, “Can’t fit it all in,” you whined.

“It’s okay, doll,” he stroked your back. “We’ll make it fit some other day,” he pecked your lips, lying on his back and pulling you down with him he snaked a hand between your bodies, working your clit up with his hand till he felt you convulsing and clenching around his length, gripping him so tight as you squirmed in his hold.

Whispering sweet nothings to you as you calmed down from your high. You wanted to do something for him too, to make him come, so you grinded your hips over his, shivering at the sick squelching sounds your joined sexes made.

But he stopped you by gripping your hips, “How about you just keep me warm for now?” he asked.

You hummed, “It’ll be hard...” to have him just stay inside you, and you knew he could stay hard for hours if he wanted to, and for you to not be able to do anything about it...

“I know it will be. But you’re my good girl, you can do that for me, right?” he tipped your chin up to make you look at him.

“Yes, Stevie,” you agreed.

Laying your head back on his chest, muttering a ‘sorry' whenever you accidentally clenched around him and following his orders like a good girl would.

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obielil · 3 years ago

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I Think clearer on my own…..

Reader x Tony Stark,

• Summary : Thinking back on some of your interactions with Tony

• Warning : Language, Angst

• Word count : 🤷🏼‍♀️ sorry still have no idea.

• A/N : not beta’d. Writing angst I would like, once again apologies if it sucks.

I take a deep drag of the cigarette, watching the empty road passing in front of the gate of the property I call home. The little cabin in the mountains was partly the brain child of Tony Stark. Well, let’s be honest, not the little part. Tony never did anything in a minimal fashion. That was all me.

“No Y/N. It has to be bigger. What if you have guests?” Tony smirking at the pencil sketch I made on the paper napkin. He grabs the pencil and start alteration on the plan. Adding additional rooms and increasing the size.

“Fuck that Tony……” I whisper as he continues his explanation on why a fourth bathroom is needed. I scan his face as he smile while sketching. He doesn’t even hear as he give over to the excitement. I just smile as he babbles on.

I put the cigarette out by crushing it underneath my boot and slowly make my way back from the gate towards the cabin. The old pickup is parked under the tree. It was a present from Tony after his debut as Iron Man. He tried numerous times to convince you to go newer and sportier. But the truck was part of your soul. Reliable and sturdy, not like the sleek cars Tony settled on later.

“I love it……” I hug Tony tight as I stare at the pickup.

“It reminded me of you.” He explains the ins and outs of the truck. Apologizing that it’s not brand new, but he knew how much I loved old stuff.

“Previously owned?” I laugh at the exasperated look on his face.

“God Y/N….. No. It has character….. History…..” Tony doesn’t like to discuss my past. Ever. He lives for the present preparing for the future. Me, I don’t plan, and I don’t dwell. Happy go lucky. Yeah that’s me.

“I was just kidding Tony.” Laughing while getting onto the truck going for a ride.

Stepping inside through the front door I scan the cabin. It’s homey. Mismatched in everything. Interior decoration was definitely not my strong suit. The open area held the kitchen and a big table. Some chairs, a couch and a fireplace. There’s three doors. Front and back door and then the one that leads to my bedroom. My sanctuary. The bed was big, covered in green linen. On the wall was pictures. The good old days. Before gods and aliens. Before Iron Man, before the Avengers.

“One day we will get married.” He didn’t ask me. It was a matter of fact for him. We were busy with designs for practical.

“Really?” I asked raising my eyebrow.

“Yes. Our kids will be smart and insanely pretty….” He smirk when he sees my smile. “Tell me I’m wrong?”

“You are so fucking wrong……” I say without batting an eye.

“Come on…. Dad would have loved it…..”

“Tony did you forget that Howard called me a scattered brain child with no ambition….”

“He just never understood your free way of living.” He didn’t understand, which was weird if you listen to people describing Howard as a young man.

“Let’s table marriage arrangements for later…. We need to finish our project.” We laugh and work till early the next morning.

I pull the box from beneath the bed, sitting down as I empty the contents on the bed. Legal papers. My divorce agreement. The napkin with the house design . Letters from Tony. Photos, of Tony, me, of my meeting later with Pepper and Morgan. They made a great team and had a beautiful kid. A tear slips down my cheek. When the aliens invaded New York, I retired. Tony was not happy with my decision.

“No…. I said no… you will not leave…..” Tony in the red metal suit had me pinned to the wall.

“Put me down Anthony….” I didn’t raise my voice. I kept my eyes locked in his. “Please.”

“You can’t leave me Y/N….” he whispered as he slowly lowered me to the ground.

“I didn’t sign up for this….. Fuck… . I could handle the various flirtations, the hero addiction….. But not this….. Aliens and gods…… frozen men and assassins……” Tony kept his hands on my arms. He pulled me into his chest and hugged me.

“I need you….” After years being friends and partners this was definitely the hardest thing I ever had to do.

“You don’t…. You need to let me go….”

“I cant do this without you….”

“Yes you can. We both think clearer on our own.”

It was a lie. I definitely did not think clearer on my own. I ran away from him and the dangers surrounding the heroes. I hid here in my cabin. Away from people. The world kept moving forward, but I stopped living. I spend my days building the cabin and later growing a beautiful garden. For ten years. A decade of self love bliss. Until the morning I heard a car pull up.

“What are you doing here?” I can’t believe my own eyes. It’s my Tony. Older, the little grey in his dark hair made him seem wiser.

“Would you believe I missed you…..” he smiled as he pulled me in for a hug. Glancing over his shoulder I notice a beautiful blonde woman and a little dark haired girl.

“Fuck No….” I walk passed him and introduce myself. Morgan took to me like glue and I picked her up as lead everyone into the house. Making coffee with her on my hip. “So spill…..” I watch both Tony and Peppers face go a little pale.

“I’ll take Morgan to play in the garden.” I watch as Pepper disappear out the back door with Morgan. And then Tony spill. Thanos, the blip and now the possibility of time travel. I just sit and stare at him as he continues rambling and then asking me to look over something with him. Thirty minutes later we got it.

“Come with me. We can save the world together….. “ I will always love Tony. That was never the problem.

“I can’t…..” I try and master my best encouraging smile. “I’m not into the hero business remember.”

"You were always my hero Y/N...." We walked outside and I watched them getting in the car.

I rush to Tony and hold him tight. “Please don’t be a hero this time…..” I kiss his cheek and go back inside, not watching them leave.

I wipe the tears from my eyes. In true Tony fashion he did go and do exactly the opposite of my request. Anthony Edward Stark didn’t just save the world, he saved the universe. Sacrificing himself. A true hero. He was gone and he will never be back.

At the funeral I had a hard time keeping myself together, and after talking to Peter I understood why Tony did what he did.

I'm not angry. I am sad. Sad for the family he left behind. Sad for me never being able to see my bedt friend ever again. Now I was back home, alone, and now I have no choice but to think clearer on my own.

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