#tony stark x original female reader

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༒︎ OCT. 03 | IRON MAN

༒︎ KINKTOBER

TW: 18+ ORAL SEX | FORCED BLOWJOB | ONE NIGHT STAND | P IN V SEX | NOT PULLING OUT

 “Mr. Stark! Excuse me, Mr. Stark!” you run in your heels to chase the billionaire about to enter his car, only to be stopped by his security when you’ve finally reached him. You introduce your name in an attempt to stop him, “from Vanity Fair magazine. Can I ask you a couple of questions?” 

   You almost yell in effort for him to hear you out as had his back on you. While the man on his right is Happy Hogan, your research and observation tells you that he is Stark’s chauffeur and friend. They thought they were being slick with their whispers but you clearly see them pass signals if you were cute.

   “She’s cute.”

   “She’s all right?” 

   Tony turns around and gives you the go, “Hi, yeah, okay, go.” 

   As the guards free your way to approach the boss, you start. Questions well thought-out, written on your notes, tape recorder running, you smile at him. “You’ve been called the De Vinci of our time. What do you say to that?”

   “Absolutely ridiculous, I don’t paint.”

   He quickly answers, deadpan. You keep your eye contact straight, ready to ambush with another question.

   “And what do you say to your other nickname, Merchant of Death?” your eyes slightly narrow, knowing references behind how the nickname was born.

   He nods, his furrowed brows indicating he’s a touch impressed. “That’s not bad,” then he continues, guessing your college. “Let me guess, Berkeley?” 

   “Close enough. It’s Brown.” 

   “Well, Ms. Brown, it’s an imperfect world, but it’s the only one we’ve got. I guarantee you, the day weapons are no longer needed to keep the peace,” you nod as you listen intently. “I’ll start making bricks and beams for baby hospitals.”

    Your eyes narrow at him, disappointed yet not surprised. 

   “Rehearse that much?” you bite back.

   He raises an eyebrow, diva to diva. “Every night in front of the mirror before bedtime.” 

   You agree with a nod, “I can absolutely see that. For a diva like you.”

   He smirks at your retort, “I’d like to show you first-hand.” Then, it was your turn to smirk. You admit it, he’s definitely a smash. But, you’re not going back home with a sarcastic, mocking answer after fighting to be in that spot at the moment. If it was needed, you would’ve pulled Christine Everhart’s hair just to be assigned to interview Stark. The mean bitch deserves it anyway. You've been competing with her since college.

   “We’re not parting ways without a serious answer, Mr. Stark.”

   You were that desperate— and flirty— enough to make threats.

   “Well, you see, that just works on my end, Ms. Brown.”

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   Then you find yourself on his bed, intense make out session until the both of you find his bedroom in his gigantic mansion. Your lust is as aggressive as an untamed lion, you strip him of his clothes as you do yourself without breaking the kiss.

   His goatee brushing against your skin as you meet every crash of his soft lips. He’s lying on his bed, while you lock his waist with your bare legs, you kiss his jaw. You leave a trail of kisses down his neck, as you reach down to his chest, a strong whiff of his axe body spray fills your nostrils making you chuckle.

   “What?” he asks. 

   “I like your cologne,” you sneer.

   “You think that’s funny?”

   “No,” you shake your head as you snicker.

   He flips over your positions easily. You’re now holding up your torso using your elbows, while he kneels, locking your body in between his legs. He was looking down at you, his cock ready to plunge into your mouth, “Let’s find out if you still find it funny choking on my dick, huh?” your expression was barely able to change when he instantly slams his hard cock on your throat. Your tongue was forced to stretch out, welcoming his warm meat. While you cough as you try to widen the opening of your mouth as your eyes look up at him. 

   He holds on the back of your head, pushing it down for his tip to meet the back of your throat. He slams his hips as well roughly while you make slobbering sounds, frothing the base of his stiff dick with your saliva.  

   He groans back as he keeps on abusing your mouth. Face fucked is what you are as you scratch his thigh, begging for air while your mascara run down your cheeks. Your plush lips meet the skin of his punic bone as he pushes down your face, while he trembles from forcing you to swallow his generous load of cum. 

   He finally releases your mouth, you swallow first before being able to catch your breath, your chest rising as you inhale.

   But he isn’t finished just yet, he crawls down your legs, splitting them wide open before launching in  to devour you. He inhales the smell of your cunt. You feel his breathing on your core as he licks it whole. Flattening his tongue on the surface of your entrance up to your woken clit.

   He dips his tongue inside, using the liquid he gathered as lube on your swollen clit. Swirling his tongue on your nub makes you quiver. Then he sucks on it, licking your pussy was a great way to shut you up and make you shudder with just his tongue. Equally, you cum on his mouth. He lather on your labia, not wasting a single drop of your juices. 

  He rises and meets your face to kiss you, distracting you as he centers his dick and enters your pussy slowly. As you let go of the kiss, he pushes in and you moan. He drags it out and slams it back in, gentle as ever before landing on a pace to his liking. Your boobs bounces at the force of his thrusts while he holds on to your legs.

   His balls slapping on your cunt was making you mewl as he stuffed your cunt full. He leans down to crash your lips with his once more. His pace was getting sloppy as your pussy tightened around his dick, causing it for him to hold back harder.

  Your legs cages his back, while your arms are around his neck. He started thrusting harder and harder, pounding on you faster. He was chasing the high with you. And it was getting closer. Few more rough poundings and he was shuddering with his mouth slightly open as he reached his climax. While you whimper as another orgasm hits you. 

   He keeps on thrusting, savoring the pleasure. Your legs shake as his hard dick drags an orgasm out of you and fills you up of his warm, creamy load. He spurts his strings of whites inside your womb, while you, a slut for him, moans from it. Too drunk from the high to object.

   “My old man had a philosophy; “Peace means having a bigger stick than the other guy,” he blurts out, catching you off guard.

   “What? That’s a nice line for a guy with a big stick.”

   He chuckles, considering his stick still inside of you.

   “There’s your serious answer, now we part.”

   He groans in your ear as he slid his dick out of your dripping cunt. 

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    “A beautiful morning, mademoiselle. A bright day ahead waits for you.”

    A robotic manly voice wakes you. You slowly wake up, the window slowly blinding you from the, in fact, a bright day outside the ceiling to floor window. You were naked, you looked around to find clothes from last night scattered around the room. You stand up and find a great fucking view. You were definitely up the mountains as you looked down at the sea.

   Once you settle and comprehend the situation in front of you, you can't find your clothes. So, you picked up Tony’s shirt from last night and wore it to find him.

   You went downstairs to his living room looking for him. Until a beautiful blonde woman appears from another room seemingly holding your clothes. “I’ve got your clothes here. They’ve been dry-cleaned and pressed, and there’s a car waiting for you outside that will take you anywhere you'd like to go.” 

   You’ve never been grateful to a blonde woman. “You didn’t have to do that, thank you so much,” you say, genuinely grateful for saving you the trouble. “Wait. You must be the famous Pepper Potts.”

   She smiles gently, “Indeed I am.”

   “It is so nice to meet you. I absolutely respect you and what you do considering who you work for,” you say as you let go of the handshake.

   She laughs at your jest towards Stark. “That means a lot. Thank you.” She sends you outside with a friendly chat before you make your way back home.

[azriona]

Not a Fairy Tale Kiss, Chapter 28

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Avenger!OFC (2nd person POV)

This Chapter word count: 2.3k ~ Total Story count: 130k ~ This chapter is rated Mature. Chapters posted Tuesdays, Thursdays, and most Sundays.

Summary: When you and Bucky are both accidentally hit with sex pollen while on a mission, you're determined to keep your relationship status at friendship, even if you’d like it to be more. Even if you think he feels the same. Even if you accidentally end up pregnant. Even if it kills you.

(Spoiler Alert: it might actually kill you. Good luck with that.)

Trigger warnings for later chapters include discussion of abortion, failed pregnancies, deaths of both mom & baby--not the MC! Full warnings on AO3. Happy ending is guaranteed, despite warnings. Please see AO3 for full A/N and tags.

Chapter Summary: In which you can't quite shake the nightmare, and Tony Stark proves he has a heart.

It’s odd, looking at Tony, because you see him, kneeling in front of you with the same expression on his face that he wears when he’s trying to work out a complex robotic problem. You also see him aloof and angry and dripping with sarcastic hatred, lashing out because it’s his favorite form of self-defense. “Five things you can see?” asks Tony. “That’s for PTSD, not panic attacks,” you say, your voice still shaking. “Congratulations, you’re Avenger, you win them both,” replies Tony, and you choke back a sob, or maybe a laugh. Honestly, it’s probably the same thing. “Better?” asks Tony. You nod, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry I’m a disappointment to you.”

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[itsstrange]

Teenage Years

Fandom: Marvel

Relationship: High School Tony Stark x Reader

A/N: Something short that I’ve posted on my IG account a few weeks 2 Months ago, enjoy some BBY Stark while I finish the rest of my drafts! 🫶

Summary: Popular Rich Boy Tony Stark. Aka, Your Boyfriend, Aka The One Boy Who Can Make You Bend a Few Laws.

Words: 943

Warnings: (No) Pure Fluff, High School Years, Senior Tony Stark, Senior Reader, Romance, Romantic Tony Stark, Cute, Kisses, Rebel Years, Happy Cute Ending,

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It was April 15, 1987. A warm, bright, sunny Friday afternoon. Feeling the way the heat began making its way towards New York as its winter began melting away, bringing beautiful colors all around, sunflowers and chirping birds will soon be coming out of its hiding.

A wide smile spreads on your lips at the thought of summer, but also due to the boy who leaned against his Baltic blue 1987 Porsche. Both his hands were in his Jean pockets, as he had one ankle crosses over the other. A smirk shaping his face as he watches you run down the steps of the school with an excited skip.

“You know my father already doesn’t like you,” You start to say as you reach him, arms immediately wrapping around his neck as you continue, “And making me ditch class won’t help the situation,”

It wasn’t a lie, your father indeed did not like him, claimed he wasn’t fit for you, just another arrogant Stark who only thinks about himself and will one day break your heart, or worse leave you pregnant. But you didn’t believe one word because your father simply didn’t know Tony, he didn’t know his story, his struggle at home, his distant relationship with his father. He didn’t know the real Tony Stark, and he never will.

“Well you like me right?” Tony asks, eyebrow raised as his light brown eyes look into your own,

You smile at him, soft chuckle slipping past your lips, “Yes. Yes I do,”

“Then that’s that’s all I need,” He comments with a smirk before closing the gap between you two, feeling the way his lips softly latch onto your own, carefully and gently kissing you,

You melt against him, sighing against the kiss as you let your fingers slip into his hair, massaging his scalp as you slightly deepen the kiss. The moment doesn’t last long since he breaks it first, smiling at you he leads you to the passenger side, opening the door and allowing to slip in the far before closing it behind you and quickly making his way towards the drivers side where he drives out of school grounds. Burning rubber on the way out.

Music played loudly on the speakers as he drove down the streets, fresh wind blowing against your hair and skin, making a large smile spread on your face as you close your eyes, relishing the feeling of the weather since you missed the heat. While one hand was interlocked with Tony’s, your other extends out to your right, past the passengers door as you move your hand up and down in the air. At one point while driving down the road, Tony happened to turn around to glance at you and boy was it a goddamn sight. Your eyes shut, faint smile on your lips, head slightly bobbing to the music as the wind blew against your hair, sending your beautiful (H/C) strands to fly in all kinds of directions. You were an absolute work of art and he couldn’t have been happier to have you in his life.

Smiling at you once more he brings your interlocked hands towards his lips where he places a peck at the back of your hand before continuing in driving down the road.

In less than 30 or so minutes, you arrive at your destination. Parking in an empty lot, straight ahead was the beach where some people walked or relaxed in the sand where others swam in the water. It was barely three in the afternoon but people were already sunbathing and enjoying the beautiful weather. Which you rather be doing than being in a classroom watching movies or taking notes of the film. Since you basically only had two months left of school, most of your teachers spent their class period relaxing and letting the senior students enjoy their time with friends before graduation, knowing it’ll be the last time anyone will be in touch due to everyone parting ways.

The future did scare you—you won’t lie. Scared what will happen in the upcoming years, scared what will happen to you both. Would it last long? Would you two part ways? Maybe and that’s the truth. It hurts, but that’s how life is. You get hurt and you learn from it to get better. But as of now, you’re going to not think of the future and just enjoy right now. Enjoy him.

You two sat on top of the convertible, having ate a hot dog and soda to wash it down and now you both sat there. Talking to one another about anything and everything, neither caring if you both were skipping school. You two remained there, next to each other. Enjoying one another, because you both were making it memorable for as long as possible.

“Should probably take you home,” Tony whispers, large smile on his face as he stares into your (E/C) eyes,

“Yeah, you should,” You respond, sharing the same smile as him,

You both remain staring at each other for another good minute, knowing neither one was ready to say goodbye, not just yet.

“Wanna get some ice cream?” He asks as your hands cup his face,

“Thought you’d never ask,” You tell him with a wide smile before gently latching your lips with his,

The question that hovered in the air was, will you end up being grounded until you graduate for skipping school and for getting home late? Most likely. But not once will you ever regret this day, because these are moments that are worth making and worth remembering. They don’t call them ‘Teenage Years’ for a reason.

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[lindsey-laufeyson]

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Attention Marvel fanfictions writers!

There is a scam going around Tumblr and AO3. I checked my inbox recently on one of my fanfictions from a username I can’t click on (not sure if it’s a privacy feature or something) which didn’t seem trustworthy. I searched up the username both in AO3 and Google and it revealed nothing AT ALL.

Not to mention that the group name is very weird. The basically ask you to become one of their writers and to join their Discord group WHICH YOU SHOULDN’T.

They can get your private information based on solely that.

Wording may change from time to time, but it's all the same. It’s spam most of the time but it would be a good idea to delete the message.

The message read as follows (some details blanked out for safety etc.):

Be safe people!🫡

[marvelvillian23]

Does anyone know a marvel, supernatural, Teen wolf, or original work on Ao3(tumblr too) when the oc/reader is plus size? Like shy/sweet and the omc is a bad boy/mean at first. Any plus size really story.

It would be nice if it was a series but I’ll take anything. It could be fluff, dark, or angst? I do not care at this point.

I’m also in the mood for bully x nerd so if anyone has some that’s not plus size, that’s fine please send my way. Also mean obsessive teacher. Because I can’t find any.

[sexymilfwitch]

New Year’s Kiss

Parings: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: Mutual Pining, but other than that none really just Y/N being clueless gay mess, and Pietro being Pietro. 

Summary: Y/N wants to help Wanda have her first kiss.

Words: 1,666

Author's Note: This is my first fic I’ve ever written, and honestly I don’t know how to feel about it I’m nervous its also kinda long. just want to say thank you to @daddynattt​ and @kitesxromanova​ for encouraging me!! This wasn't proofread by anyone other than me, so please don't mind if you come across errors! Hope you enjoy this and Happy New Year!!

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When Wanda told you she never had a first kiss let alone an oh-so-coveted kiss at midnight on New Year's you were baffled. She was gorgeous and you couldn't fathom the idea that nobody would have longed to kiss her, but as you dwelled on that thought another had come to mind. Obviously, she wouldn't have kissed anyone, she was too busy trying to keep her brother along with herself alive and safe her whole life. How could you have let such vital knowledge of your best friend slip your mind just because she had never kissed anyone? You didn't know but you did know that you vowed to yourself the second you heard that information that you would help your best friend get a first kiss on New Year.

Being an Avenger and knowing Tony Stark for as long as you had meant many things, but by far the most useful one for the occasion was that you knew how to throw a killer party. 

“Oh Tony!” you sang as you skipped into his lab swinging your arms back and forth happily.

“What do you need Y/N?” he grumbled as he caught a glimpse of your movements as well as the sound of your voice.

“What makes you think I need something tonester?” you questioned, to which he groaned at the nickname you insisted was great every time he argued with you about it.

“You're way too giddy and excited to not need something, also what have I said about that nickname?” he questioned back to you with furrowed eyebrows.

“That you love it.” you whispered.

“Wrong but what do you need? Seriously, I'm busy here.” he insisted while he motioned for you to speed it up with his hand.

“Well, since you asked and were oh so curious.” you smiled “I want to throw a really big New Year’s party!” you exclaimed giddily 

He raised his eyebrow in a questioning look and asked “That's what you interrupted me and my work for? To tell me you wanted to throw a party tomorrow that I've already planned, set up, and told you about at breakfast yesterday?” 

“Well I didn't know that, plus I don't listen to things that early.” you looked down and mumbled 

“Look kid, you look like a kicked puppy right now, so I need you to perk up. Sure you're not planning the party, but you're still going to have a phenomenal time!” he cheered 

You looked up “I guess you're right! Wanda will have an amazing time!”

“So she's why you wanted to have a party?” he smirked “Looking to be her New Year's kiss?”

“What? No! She's my best friend, we’re just friends.” you frowned until you smirked a little while saying “Is it a crime for a girl to want her best friend to have a great time at a party?” 

As soon as he was about to drop it, Friday's voice rang through the speakers “Miss Y/L/N sorry to interrupt, but Miss Maximoff has requested your presence in her room.”

“Thank you Friday, tell her I'll be right there.” you insisted, trying not to look too happy. 

Tony sent you a knowing look “Don’t look at me like that Tony!” you yelled running out of the lab towards the brunette's room, leaving him no room for a snarky comment you were sure he would have made.

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When you reached her door you knocked lightly “Wands? It's me.”

“Come in!” she yelled you couldn't see her but you know she had the widest smile on her face just from her voice.

Opening the door you walked in to be met with the same smile you pictured on the other side. As you strolled towards her bed she held her arms out for you to lay in her arms, which is exactly what you did when you reached her.

“I missed you” she mumbled into your hair ”Peit just went out with Nat to get what he called ‘The finer things in life.’ for the New Year’s party Tony is throwing, which I'm pretty sure is just sparkly silver and gold solo cups instead of regular red ones.” she quoted the air and then laughed a little while explaining with a smile

You looked up at her “I missed you too wands but hold on, did everybody know about this party except for me? Man i really need to listen to tony better.” 

“I don’t know how you didn't know because he’s been talking about it non-stop, and Pietro is the most excited I've seen him in so long.” she smiled at that “Me on the other hand not as much.” she pouted

You sat up facing her while Internally thanking Tony for throwing this party and not yourself seeing as how the person you wanted to throw it for didn't even want to go. 

“What? You don't wanna go? Why not.” you frowned 

As she also sat up she spoke “It's not that I don't want to go, It's just that there's going to be so many people I don't know, and I just wanted to have a lowkey New Year with everyone. It's the first year I get to celebrate accordingly.”

You frowned for a minute until you remembered “At least you'll get to have a first kiss! And on New Year at that! I'm going to be the best wing woman ever!”

Wanda listened to you while you rambled, smiling at your cute antics as you walked backward clapping once and pointing at her swearing she’d ‘have a great time, just you wait.’ while bumping into her door frame on your way out. Once you left her room she frowned, she knew you meant well but sometimes you could be dense. All she wanted was to have a great time with only you tomorrow. 

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 Tomorrow night came fast, too fast in your opinion. You were excited about the party, truly you were but admittedly you were a little upset about tonight. You wanted to be the lucky person to kiss Wanda when the clock struck twelve, but you were her best friend and she wasn’t into you like that, right? So as her friend you had an obligation to help her even if it hurt you. All you wanted was for her to be happy, and when she told you about this dilemma she had the saddest pout ever. So you being you, obviously you had to help her. 

You showed up to the party first out of the two of you. You made your way towards the bar spotting Natasha sitting on one of the stools observing the party, as you took a seat on the one next to her. 

“Hey Natty!” you smiled “Are you having fun?” you questioned  

“I'm having a great time Y/N/N, are you waiting for Wanda?” she questioned with a look you've seen a million times from her when the witch was brought up. A look that told you to tell Wanda how you felt, and that you were an idiot for not seeing the way she looked at you. 

As soon as you went to answer, Wanda walked in with Pietro catching your eye and causing you to jump up and make your way toward the twins, which gave Nat the answer to her question.

“Wow Wands you look gorgeous” you paused taking her in “I'm jealous of the lucky person who catches your eye tonight.” you state while you stare into each other's eyes  

Interrupting the moment Pietro cheekily cuts in “Do I look gorgeous Y/N? I bet I do, don't I? don't lie to me. Wandy and I are twins, if she looks gorgeous so do I.”.

“Pietro, please don't call me that” Wanda mumbles to him.

“What's wrong Wandy? Am I embarrassing you in front of your girlfriend?” as he finishes his sentence you and Wanda both yell out with crimson cheeks

“Woah Woah Woah!” you both exclaim “we’re just friends, but yes speedy you look gorgeous too.” you say as Wanda echos “yeah, we’re just friends.” you're too embarrassed and in your mind to pick up on the quiet sad tone in which she said it but Pietro hears it.

As the night carries on and the clock ticks closer and closer to midnight, you're starting to lose hope that you'll find someone for Wanda. She shot down every single person you've pointed out claiming that she's just not interested in any of them. She eventually got you to stop pointing people out a few minutes before midnight after she pulled you out to the back of the compound complaining that she needed some fresh air. While music is blasting in the background from the party. 

“I'm sorry I couldn't help you find someone.” you somewhat whisper to her trying not to disturb the peace you two had created

She grabbed your hand with her’s “Y/N, do you know why I said no to everyone you showed me tonight?”  

“They weren't your type, that's what you said.” you answer as she starts rubbing her thumb across your knuckles while a heat started to rise in your cheeks

Her free hand went to your jawline turning your head towards hers. “No Y/N, I turned them down because they weren't you. You're the lucky person who caught my eye tonight, and every night since we met. You shouldn’t be jealous of anyone here but yourself.”

“I love you!” you blurt out which causes her to smile wider than you've ever seen before.

As you hear the partygoers inside counting down to new year's she pulls you in by the back of your neck and you rest your foreheads together as she whispers “I love you too.” causing you to smile now

As the clock strikes twelve you both lean in as your lips fit together perfectly like she was a missing puzzle piece in your life that you just had to turn a little to make fit in place.

[samlacy]

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**ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

- Hobie Brown

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Angst & Hurt no comfort / x reader

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Angst & Hurt no comfort / x reader

• False pleasure (I will be good for you)

Semi-Angst & Smut/ x reader

• Hot Man

Drabble / x reader

• Apron

Fluff / x reader

**AVENGERS

- Steve Rogers

• Love Me, Touch me (be the first who ever did)

Smut / Virgin!Reader

• Tall Baby

Smut / x reader

• Thighs

Smut / x reader

- Tony Stark

• …

ORIGINAL WORK

- MLM (men love men)

• Don’t Leave Me Here (Shivering In The Disappearance Of Your Warmth)

Angst / slight smut

SUPERNATURAL

- Castiel

• Let me go, I’m starving

Sastiel (SamxCastiel) / Smut & Angst

- Sam Winchester

• Let me go, I’m starving

Sastiel (SamxCastiel) / Smut & Angst

• One Last Time

Sabriel (GabrielxSam) / Smut

- Dean Winchester

• …

- Gabriel

• One Last Time

Sabriel (GabrielxSam) / Smut

[stressisakiller]

Until it Sleeps

Tony Stark x OFC Soulmate AU

(Metallica Really? Part 8)

Summary: The aftermath of the Battle of New York

Warnings: Mentions of violence, cursing

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Sorry that it took literally a year for me to get this out. Writer’s block and having kids is no joke. 

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Tony ended up being in the hospital at the tower for one more day before he demanded to be let out. Stating that it wasn’t like he died or anything. You took a deep breath trying to calm down the tempest that was your emotions before deciding, screw it and letting him have it. 

“Actually,” you state your teeth and fists clenched trying to reign in your frustration, “you did die Tony. Your heart legitimately stopped, we still aren’t sure how long it was stopped but we know, for a fact, that your heart stopped. You were dead Tony, I saw you die, and yet here you are in all your arrogance stating that it wasn’t that bad. Well, dying may have been fine for you Anthony Stark but I don’t know what I would have done if the Hulk hadn’t acted like a giant green monster defibrillator and restarted your heart. You may not care about your health or life but I do dammit.” You take a deep breath turning away from Tony hoping that he didn’t notice the tears in your eyes before excusing yourself to go get a coffee without looking back at him.

You head to the cafe across the street for a coffee and some time alone to calm your racing heart. You also use this time to allow some of the tears that you had been holding back to fall, you have always hated being an angry crying but you can't blame just your anger for these tears. The past couple of days had been some of the hardest most emotionally turbulent since Tony got kidnapped, but at least that time you didn't see him get hurt or die right in front of you. You take another deep breath and allow yourself the time to think about everything that has happened and process all the emotions roiling around. Tony will survive without you in the room long enough for you to calm down and drink your coffee. As you sit in the cafe staring out the window you remember the burning you felt in your mark as his heart stopped. Fuck, you will never be able to forget that feeling and the accompanying sense of dread and despair at the thought of losing your soulmate, of losing Tony. You then begin to wonder when will be the right time to tell him about it, maybe you should just bite the bullet and do it. But if you do that then there is no guarantee that he will believe you and you might just lose him anyway. Wouldn't that be just your luck... no you decide that fate has a plan for it. So, you should wait until his mark shows up since there is no other way that he would believe you. 

Deciding to head back to the med level of the tower you also choose to grab Tony a coffee, it would be your way to apologize for yelling at him... even though it was justified. You walk into the room and notice that Tony is still laying in the hospital bed instead of running around like you expected him to be. 

“I thought you wanted to get out of bed as quickly as possible,” you state wondering what could have changed his mind. 

“I do,” He answers, with a small shrug not taking his eyes off of you, “but you and the doctor brought up some great points and I have agreed to be released in the morning on the condition that I stay in the Tower for at least a week before going back to California. For observational purposes. But luckily that will also give me time to fix up my suit and start talking to construction companies about fixing up the Tower.” You can see his new suit ideas swirling around in his eyes as well as the pad of paper that he has next to him that is full of building notes and to-dos. You allow yourself to crack a small smile at his antics and roll your eyes. Of course, he would decide to use the time he is being told not to work, to work, not that you were surprised.

“If you are going to spend the time looking for people to help rebuild the tower then maybe you can look at finding ways to help rebuild the rest of New York while you are at it?” You ask while handing him his coffee sitting back down in that stupid uncomfortable chair. You hear him 'hmm' to himself before listing all the pros and cons of your idea under his breath and asking JARVIS to remind him the next day to do just that. Grabbing your tablet you start getting some work done, you send a list of the approved contractors that initially built the tower to Tony, set a reminder to look into clean-up companies for everything left behind after the battle, and last but not least schedule a maid to clean Tony’s California house at the end of the week so that it will be ready from his return.

 When Tony leaves at the end of the week to go back to California, you decide to stay in New York for a little longer to make sure that the cleanup team created by Stark Industries is working smoothly. You also want to be available to make sure that there are no snags from the government being the government. Your planned upon two-week deadline flies past and there is still so much work to get done that it ends up being a full month before you are able to make it back to California and Tony.

After landing back in California you decide to stop by Tony’s house first before making your way back to your and Sarah’s apartment. Stepping into his mansion which is still too big but not nearly as clean as usual you realize that Tony might not be as fine as he told you. After searching throughout the house for him you shake your head at your own stupidity and make your way down to his lab, because honestly where else would he be? You find him slumped over a piece of a suit that you had never seen before, fast asleep.

“Oh Tony,” you whisper to yourself before quietly making your way over to him. You crouch down and gently touch his arm and he startles awake flinging his arms out as if to ward off an attack. You take a step back to keep from getting accidentally hit. “Tony!" You call out, trying to get his attention. "Hey, Tony, sweetheart it’s just me Liza” You watch as he seems to shake himself out of his half-asleep state and try to focus on you.

“Liza?" he croaks out trying to get his eyes to focus. "You’re back?” Your heart breaks a little at the uncertainty in his voice. 

“Of course, I’m back," you say crouching back down next to him. "I'm sorry it took a little longer than planned but I was always going to come back to California.” You try to keep your concern for his current state out of your voice as you talk to him, slowly reaching for his arm. “Ok Tony, let's get you in bed to sleep.” You gently pull on his arm to get him to start standing up with you but he pulls back out of your grip and looks at you wildly. 

“No!" His voice is loud in your ears as he starts to ramble. "I can’t sleep I have to keep everyone safe, I have to make sure that everyone is safe..” He keeps murmuring about keeping people safe as he turns back to what he was working on before he fell asleep. You place your hands softly on his cheeks and slowly get him to turn his face to look back at you. 

“Tony," you state leaving no place for argument, "it is not your job to keep everyone safe, you can’t possibly keep everyone safe.” He cuts you off with his pleading reply.

“But I have to keep you safe, you have to be safe,” His eyes have taken back on the wild look as if he is desperate for you to understand. “You have to be safe. You and Sarah and Rhodey. It’s my job to keep you safe.” 

You start to gently rub your thumbs over his cheekbones trying to calm him down while keeping eye contact with him. As his rambling begins to taper off you are able to speak to him again. “Sweetheart, we are safe, I’m here with you, I’m safe.” You place his fingers over your pulse point, “Focus on what you feel, feel my pulse?” you wait until he nods before continuing. “Focus on my pulse, see I’m ok, I’m healthy and here, and you don’t have to worry about me right now.” You watch as the tension begins to leave his stance as he is able to pull himself back from his panic. Once you can tell he’s back and doing ok you are able to convince him to get some sleep, since, going by the size of the bags under his eyes, he hasn’t been sleeping much. You walk with him to his room and help get him into bed, before he is willing to let himself rest he makes you promise that you won’t leave while he’s asleep. You promise and once his breathing even out you begin looking at options for a therapist, knowing that you would never force him to go but you would still suggest it, maybe you could talk to them too. 

About an hour into his nap, Tony starts to whimper and move around, you reach over and grasp his hand giving it a squeeze so that he knows you are still there and he clams back down. About thirty minutes later he starts to thrash around and just holding his hand isn’t helping anymore. So you do the only thing that you can think of, You crawl into the bed next to him and pull him against you. Tony’s arms immediately wrap around you and pull you as close to him as he can before he takes a couple of deep breaths and relaxes back into sleep. You debate if there is any way for you to get back out of the bed without waking Tony back up but quickly conclude that it isn’t an option. Instead, you let yourself relax against him and lay your arm over him, it isn’t long before sleep takes you too.

Waking up in the morning you are a little confused since you are warmer than normal and there is a weight over your back and your pillow is moving. Then your pillow starts talking… "Well," you hear Tony's voice rumble through his chest, "this isn't how I expected to wake up but I'm definitely not complaining." You can mentally see the smirk on his face as he spoke and your eyes widen. You quickly push yourself off of your boss and out of the bed.

"Oh Shit, I'm sorry you were having a nightmare and it was the only thing I could think of to help.” You start to panic and can't get yourself to stop talking and apologizing until Tony cuts off your detrimental tirade and smiles at you. 

“Liza, thank you.” He says, stopping you in the middle of your sentence, shocked.

“Thank you?” you repeat, “Wha, wh, Thank you?” Tony smiles even more at your confusion.

“Yes Liza, thank you. That was the best sleep I’ve had in a month, it's daylight outside so that means I actually slept all night. So yes Liza, thank you.”

You blink at him a couple of times before slowly nodding and saying you're welcome. You start to move around the room looking for the shoes that you took off before getting into bed and continue to speak. “Well, I should probably be getting to my apartment, Sarah is probably worried since I told her I should have been there yesterday.” 

“Oh Liza,” Tony interrupts snapping his fingers like he just remembered something. “You and Sarah don’t have the apartment anymore, I had a house built, one for each of you but if you want to continue living with Sarah at her new house you won’t hurt my feelings.”

You stare at him for a moment completely at a loss. “You, you had a house built for me?” Your confusion is evident in your voice and the look on your face. “Why?” you ask honestly puzzled.

“Why?” Tony parrots, “Because, you are one of the most important people in my life and I don’t want you to ever have to worry about paying rent or making ends meet. I want you to be happy and taken care of.” He states, honesty painted on his face and in his voice.

You continue to stare at him for a little while longer trying to figure out what is going through his head. A smile slowly takes over your face as you stare at the man in front of you. You had always known that there was a softer side to Tony but sometimes he hides it so well. Then of course he had to ruin it. 

“I also can’t let people think I don’t take care of my employees especially not those that as close to me. Think of the press I would get for that!” You just snort at his antics before bidding him goodbye and telling him that you would check on him again either later that day or the next. Before you can get out of the room he calls out “Thank you, Liza. Oh, and can you have some Shwarma sent over?” 

@graniairish, @freeshavocadoooo  

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

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[lokisbirdofhermes]

After Thor, Loki, and the Asgardians land on Earth, Tony Stark brokers a deal with the US government: Loki will complete three sessions of psychological evaluation with you, a SHIELD psychiatrist, and you will report back if he has truly reformed and changed his ways. Loki is, to say the least, a difficult patient and nothing short of the Devil in disguise. Loki/Reader.

Chapter 1

[bvckywife]

Can people ask me for stories plz?

It can be anyone 🫶🏻

[ronearoundblindly]

Ro's Bi-Weekly Edit

January 15th - January 28th, 2023

In case you missed any of the posted fics/ficlets this week, here's a quick list with snippets of each!

Five series, mini-series, and one-shot additions for your reading pleasure.

The Root of All Ransom, Part Two, Rated Mature Ransom Drysdale x rich!Reader

The one thing Ransom is not around you is bored. There are people who try so damn hard, thinking whatever makes them likable is good, but none of it is real. At best, they turn out warped, misunderstood because no one knows fuck-all about them. Everything’s been curated. Everything’s been forced. That behavior has always been brutally obvious to him. He grew up surrounded by people faking everything about themselves, disingenuous people. Harlan is the only person who did not put on a front for him. They’re the same that way, but his grandfather allows people to play their little games in front of him, using the intrigue in his novels; Ransom simply tells people to fuck off and does whatever he wants. What occurs to Ran now is you don’t do anything for him. You don’t tailor your behavior to appeal to him in any way, and in fact, you seem to deliberately refuse to be appealing. You’re so obviously uninterested in most of the things Ransom spends his days (and nights) on that he wonders. He rethinks every encounter trying to pinpoint where something changed for you because why else would you pay him any mind whatsoever. He’s searching for warning signs that you’ve taken this the wrong way. He can’t let you expect something from him. Expectations are predictable. Predictable is boring. You are not boring.

Formation, Rated Mature/Dark Challenge Entry, Lloyd Hansen x Reader

He always desires that. It happens at different stages during the night but it always happens. Tonight is one of the rare times he starts slow. The day must have been bad. How can the day be worse when every day Lloyd lives is bad? You'll never ask though. You would never demand anything of him, not even to come. You've learned. You know better. You've been trained.

Wedding, from Book One of The Stark Legacy series Tony Stark's Daughter coming of age adventure

“Champagne?” Sam looked at him quizzically, adjusting her shawl across her shoulders and arms. “You’re old enough right?” “In several countries,” she said, “not this one.” “I won’t tell,” Tony mumbled, swiveling to grab one of the pre-poured flutes from down the bar and handed it over. His eyes flicked toward the tables. “You and that boy seem cozy.” His daughter blushed, rousing mixed feelings in Tony. Love and affection: he could remember the beginning but also the end, and now he resisted watching Sam go through the same. She didn’t take his bait. “How are Big Sam and Parker?” Tony hardly let the pour end before ripping the glass up to his lips. He tapped again. “They’ll be fine. We’ll all be fine.”

The Root of All Random, Part Three, Rated Mature Ransom Drysdale x rich!Reader

For a split second, he contemplates setting the bag on fire and returning its charred remains to you or Linda or both, but instead, he stares at the beautiful thing with narrowed eyes again. He’s such a whore for nice things; he can’t damage it. In his mind, Ransom thinks about how he’ll eventually get bored with it. The bag won’t always look shiny and new. It won’t always be top quality when newer versions come out. He’ll throw it away like all the other stuff. It’s replaceable. It’s not special. It could be one of a kind, and he should not care because it’s just a bag. He doesn’t give a shit about it. He doesn’t give a shit about anything. Then he thinks about his car. It is not new. He is not bored. He sees all the new models and fucking hates them. None are his. It’s special to him, and he knows it’s just a car. His car has never made him look bad. His car has never made him feel exposed. No one has ever looked at his car and thought “what’s a car like you doing with a guy like him” or some stupid shit because it’s just a fucking car.

Waking, from Book Two of The Stark Legacy series Tony Stark's Daughter coming of age adventure

Sam noticed a bit of formula that intrigued her. He was still trying to harness the energy of the infinity stones in a controlled environment, pairing them to be precise. The problem seemed to be what carrier mechanism to use. Bruce saw how Sam studied the screen and started to tilt the monitor away from her. “That’s not…You shouldn’t have anything to do with that—” “Ya know, if you could,” Sam interjected, looking away, fumbling with junk on the counter,, “use the mind and soul stones to recreate Vision. Aunt Wanda would love that. But he would only be a close approximation, assuming you have as much footage of his mannerisms and speech pattern. Oh, but that would be Jarvis.” Sam slipped Missy into the pile while she replaced each piece sloppily. “There is still the possibility you would generate an alternate personality, like a psychopathic robot killer, oh wait…Tony did that. Wanda may kill literally everyone if you dangled him in front of her enough.” She had to walk a fine line between irritating Bruce, but not angering him, and giving him more to think about on top of all of his current work. “Sam, how do you know anything about,” he waved his arm into the paused screen, “this?” She was no actress, but she had the brainpower to over-analyze most of her performance and correct herself. “That's why I'm here, Bruce, because I'm drowning in a bunch of information I already know, and I want, I need something new!” She removed her cap and rubbed the exposed stubble of hair in frustration, and demanded, “so for the love of all innovation, can you throw me a bone?” Sam saw a tiny light come on at the base of her tablet. Blindspot had started. Missy was in action. However, she hadn’t intentionally distracted the doctor with her itchy head.

A/N: Been a crazy couple of weeks. Fewer posts than normal but they are some chonks. Yes, 'The Root of All Ransom' is now 5 parts, up from the originally planned 3, but...no one is surprised.

See you in February!

[marvelvillian23]

Does anyone know any Basement Wife fics. Multi chapter preferably but any fic will do.

[selenitesdawn]

Temperance (1/3)

pairing: wanda maximoff x female!reader plot: Your best friend Kate convinced you to do charity work in Sokovia with some of your old classmates, including your former bully Vision and his girlfriend Wanda Maximoff, who you inconveniently took too much of a liking in. warnings: 18+ !! minors dni. wanda is with vision... also, suggestive content I guess word count: 1115

Patience is a virtue. Patience is the solution. These have been your only thoughts for days now. From a self-imposed affirmation to a recurring echo in your head, this reminder is all you had to get through the situation at hand. What else could you do? Keep trying to ignore your desire? The craving that has kept you awake for days and nights?

The thing is, you may be able to trick your brain for a while. Convince yourself that the way her nose wrinkles when she grins doesn't do anything to you. That the way her middle and ring finger draw the same patterns over and over again on the pages of her book whenever she is deep in thought, doesn't stir something inside of you. That the muffled moans coming from her and Vision's room at night don't bother you. Your brain has managed to lie to itself for a long time, but you can no longer ignore what Wanda is doing to you. So instead of denying your feelings, you decided that you have to sit through them. Until you can finally leave this place.

You weren't planning on pining after your old classmate's girlfriend, but here you were. Miles away from home, locked up with the constant reminder that you can never be with Wanda the way you want to. Originally, the three months in Sokovia were supposed to fulfill you. You just wanted to take care of the local street dogs with your best friend Kate. Do something good. That was it.

“Come on y/n, you've always had a heart for street animals,” your best friend said to you at the time. Back then she turned up at your door without a warning and told you about this great trip Vision had planned.

“Kate, I barely got anything done last semester. I can't waste another one. Besides, my boss never gives me that long of a vacation.”

You knew Kate wouldn't leave your apartment until you said yes. You could tell by the way her eyes were gleaming. How she slightly bend over the table you were sitting at, her gaze not leaving you for one second. Of course, the whole thing is much easier for Kate. Her mother is filthy rich. Kate can basically do whatever she wants. She could disappear for one year, travel the world with money she didn't earn and wouldn't have to worry about her life back home for one moment. You don't have that luxury.

“Think about it. First of all, you do something that fulfills you. Besides, I know you y/n. You haven't wanted to work in that rancid bakery for months. We'll find something new for you afterwards. Not to mention that volunteering to help street dogs for three months looks great on your CV. Plus: I heard Vision rented a mansion”

Vision. The name alone triggered something in you. Vision is not only the son of the famous billionaire Tony Stark, but also a giant asshole. Before Vision knew you were friends with Kate, he took every opportunity to trigger you in some way. Like standing in front of your locker with his group of followers for no reason, just so you couldn't get to it. The worst thing he ever did was probably when he stole your notebook and read out loud in class what you had written about your former classmate Natasha. Some cheesy and cringe poem you managed to suppress from your memories. From that day on, it wasn't just the whole school that knew you liked women. You also were never able to look Natasha in the eye again. But Vision somehow always managed to come out of it okay. His reputation was disgustingly squeaky clean.

“It's so weird imagining Vision doing something voluntarily that doesn't serve only himself. Are you sure he isn't just joking?,” you had asked back then.

“I think he has really changed since high school. Besides, his girlfriend is originally from Sokovia and I think it was her idea? I don't know for sure. But please, y/n, join me. I'd do anything to spend more than an hour a week with my best friend. And this is a once in a lifetime opportunity! Vision specifically asked if you want to join.”

You've never been able to deny Kate a wish. But also, it's never led you into such a miserable situation before. So this is where you were. In a villa far too grand for it to feel like a prison. Besides Vision, Wanda and Kate, there were two other old classmates; Steve and Bucky. Living together turned out to be easier than you thought, especially considering the fact that Vision was there. But your feelings for Wanda kept causing you problems. Whenever the redhead came near you, you started to stumble over your words. One long look alone could throw you completely off balance. But it was even worse when she smiled at you. When she listened to you and her head slightly tilted at the same time. Or when you were cooking and she suddenly appeared behind you, her hand softly placed around your waist and her head set down on your shoulder.

“What are you blessing us with this evening?,” she inquired with an almost teasing tone in her voice.

Before you were able to even articulate anything, she took her free hand, slid it along your arm and took the wooden spoon out of your hand.

“May I?,” her voice dangerously low, as she already moved the spoon towards her mouth, looking straight at you. You just gulped and managed a small nod as Wanda put the spoon in her mouth, her gaze never leaving you as she sucked it clean. Her green eyes were barely visible as her dilated pupils covered them almost completely. A soft moan escaped from her lips as she handed the spoon back to you.

“You're so good at this y/n,” Wanda groans, her hand which still holds onto your waist making its way to your lower back, smoothly slipping under your loose t-shirt. The cold rings on her fingers on your warm skin immediately sent shivers down your spine. Her pinky slightly slipped under the waistband of your sweatpants before she left you standing alone in the kitchen.

She must do this on purpose. There is no other way.

You thought to yourself. But what was the use? Either you are right and she does it on purpose or you are wrong and project your fantasies onto her. In both cases, it is best to simply stay away from Wanda. Because there is no way you don't end up completely fucked. Right?

: Part 2

[luludeluluramblings]

Ideas/Concepts for Yandere!BatFamily

A/N: Just getting these out of my head. Might expand on them later.

A/N: All these use Smalltown!Reader as a base. Imma about to put them through hell. Tehehe.

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

Multiverse Reader - GN!Reader

In this version, Reader isn't a meta, Smalltown isn't completely yandere for them, and the family reacts a lot more violently to Reader's arrival. Harshly hazing or blatantly ignoring. Literally ruining Reader's life when they come to Gotham through the media and cruel pranks. Causing Reader to break much soon then in the current timeline.

Only when Reader hits their breaking point, they get transported to an universe where they never existed and the Bat Family there immediately takes them in. Giving Reader a few years of loving respite before their sent back to their original universe. When Reader comes back they find out the Family went full yandere for them while they were gone and now Reader has to deal with them again. But, now the family has to deal with a Reader who loves and misses different versions of them.

Excerpt

Idea

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Vigilante Reader - Fem!Reader

This reader doesn't have Smalltown going yandere for them, nor are they biological related to the family. But, they're still a Meta. This also doesn't have any neglect, just a greedy uncle. Nana and Daddy have origins in Gotham, with Daddy having left the city behind to raise his family in peace in Smalltown.

Reader runs into Harley after struggling to cope with living in Gotham and dealing with family issues. Harley recruits them into joining the Gotham Siren's and thus begins Reader's nighttime escapades of witty banter and flirting with the local Bats. (Or Birdies, in this case.) And, the Birdies falling into obsession the more Reader evades them and taunts them.

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

The Wedding Planner

Gn!Neglected!Reader that finds the Bats trying to force themselves back into their life when they end up trying to plan Bruce and Selina's wedding.

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

Influencer Reader

GN!Reader with unintentional neglect.

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

Your daughter calls me daddy, too.

Female!Negected!Reader that marries an older man and gets pregnant.

Tony Stark as Older!Husband - Fluffy

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

Yandere!TimDrake x PastFriend!Reader x Aiden Cobblepot

GN!Reader. Reader considered Tim their best friend, but it was a onesided friendship. They grew apart. Reader starts dating Aiden. Tim feels like he has to intervene and wants to be friends or more with Reader again.

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️