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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year ago
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Would I Lie To You?
Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues
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Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.
Note: Another one.
Please let me know what you think <3
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Tony gets in as you’re already in bed. Your ribs are sore and your throat is raw from vomiting. You feel like shit and knowing he’s back does little to assuage that.
He sits behind you on the edge of the bed. The mattress shifts subtly as he strips off his jacket and loosens his tie. You watch his back in the mirrored wall before you. You squeeze your eyes shut before he can turn around and catch you. 
He stands and paces as he undresses, the soft whisper of his belt pulled from the loops of his pants is followed by the rustle of the pressed fabric. Your heart races as you listen, the anticipation surging in your chest.
He climbs into bed, nestling close to you as he drapes his arm over your cocooned form. He kisses the back of his head and growls, “I know you’re awake, sweetheart.”
You let your eyes open, batting away the glossiness as you meet his gaze in his reflection. You give a sheepish smile, keeping your arm bent around your middle. He wiggles his pelvis against you.
“I told you to wait up,” he reproaches as he nips the top of your ear.
“Tony,” you utter softly, “I tried. I’m sorry, I… don’t feel too good.”
“Oh? Baby, what’s wrong?” He pets your head, his tone more condescending than sweet.
“Period cramps,” you lie and stare at yourself in the mirror. Don’t give it away.
“Period cramps,” his disappointment laces his voice, “ah…”
You know you have to appease him. It’s not his favourite time of month but if he gets impatient, he’ll no doubt uncover your dishonesty. You snake your hand up to pull down the top of the duvet and roll onto your back. You take his hand, directing it away from your stomach and to your chest.
“Doesn’t mean I can’t treat you right,” you squeeze his fingers, urging him to knead you.
“Mmm,” he purrs, “are these bigger?”
“Are they?” You look down.
“Maybe I just missed them,” he snarls and tugs down the top of your nightie, “I should get a taste just to make sure.”
He bends over you as you keep your hand over his. He dips his head down to your other tit and flicks his tongue around your nipple. He closes his lips around the hard bud and the pressure of his tending tugs in your core. You let yourself moan, as much for him as to relieve the tension you’ve been tangled in.
“Tony,” you pet his head, “Tony,” you breathe,” you roll over and urge him away from you, “Let me take care of you.”
He falls onto his back, his dark eyes fixated on you. Your tits heavy over the lilac cups of your nightie and you brush your hand across his chest. He shudders as you drag your touch lower, trailing down his stomach and towards his eager length. He twitches as you get closer and clutch him. This is the game you play.
“You’re so good to me, princess,” he pets your cheek as you follow your hand down, “but I wanna spoil you–”
“Next week,” you assure, “when I’m feeling better.”
“Mmm,” he lets his head drop to the pillow as you stroke him. You slide your hand down and squeeze his sac as another groan escapes your lips.
“I can’t always be your princess,” you say as you hove his tip just before you mouth, “let me treat you like a king.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he spreads his hand across the back of your skull, pushing your lips against his swollen head, “I can’t wait to make you my queen.”
You let him in, taking him to your throat without hesitation. It’s only a little bit work for a night of peace. All you have to do is get him off and he’ll forget all the rest.
You raise your head, quickly bobbing down again, wetting his length with your spit as your hand pumps firmly against your lips. He drones as his fingers curl against your hair. You hum and feel it roll through him as he bends his leg.
You focus on your rhythm, on feeding the illusion, even as the inevitable looms. This won’t go on much longer. It can't. He’ll figure it out eventually. Unless, there’s nothing to figure out.
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tldrthor · 2 months ago
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The Princess (and the chaos she brings with her) - steve rogers x fem!reader (1/?)
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Summary: when Thor asked the avengers to guard a dear friend of his, they didn't think twice before saying yes. What they didn't know was that said friend is the princess of one of the nine realms, and a lost love of one Captain Rogers.
Part 1 // I thought you were dead // word count: 3.5k
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"(y/n), you have to eject, right now!" Steve screamed over the torrents of wind whistling through the ship. Schmidt was dead, gone. So was the tesseract. But it wasn't over yet. "I have to put her in the water!"
The girl behind him widened her eyes, battling against the elements to reach him. "There's no world in which I let you do that, Captain!"
"I'm not asking for permission!"
"Well then, I guess we go down together!" She painstakingly made her way to him, every step a feat of strength. Her previously neatly pinned curls no longer even resembled what they once were as her hair whipped around her face.
As Steve turned to face her, she somehow still looked angelic. He felt that right now, she was more heavenly than ever. He couldn't let her die with him.
"Buckle in." He commanded, as they began their quick descent. He looked at her, the first woman who had ever made him feel seen, the only person he had ever met who was as crazy as he was.
As the ice flew closer, he turned and placed a hand tenderly on her face. Tears welled in his eyes as his mind wandered to the future they could've had. God, they could have been amazing.
"I'm sorry, (y/n)." He whispered. She could only just hear it, even though they were right next to each other.
He pulled the yellow ejection lever on the seat she had just buckled herself into, watching as her eyes widened. "No! Steve, no!" She lifted her hands to stop him, to jam the lever, anything to stay with him. She wasn't quick enough.
Steve closed his eyes as her seat was ejected, hearing her scream his name. There was no world where he allowed her to go down with him, and he trusted that wherever she ended up, Stark and Peggy would find her. He hoped they would be able to find him, too.
He hadn't prayed in a long time, but as he went down, he bargained with God for her safety.
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"It is my honour to introduce the new and improved Captain America and the Howling Commandos exhibit, in honour of the 100th birthday of Captain Steven Grant Rogers." The crowd clapped as the senator stepped off the podium, motioning for Steve to take the mic. Bucky and Sam laughed at how uncomfortable the Captain was as he stood thanking everyone for an exhibit he never wanted. All part of the job, he supposed.
After the handshakes, and the photo ops, and the autographs and the meet and greets, the boys finally got relative peace to wander around the new exhibition.
"I can't believe you used to wear these stupid suits." Sam laughed, standing in front of the main exhibit. Bucky sighed, budging Sam's shoulder. "Says the asshole who wears a bird suit to fight." He retorts.
Steve laughed at his friends antics, but walked away when he noticed an addition to the exhibit he hadn't seen before. He stared, wide eyed at the name in front of him.
(Y/N): THE MISSING HERO?
Steve found himself drinking in every inch of the gorgeous photo underneath the text, her bright smile and barely visible freckles. The lighting highlighted the different hues in her immaculately pinned hair. She looked just like an angel, as she always did in real life.
Steve looked down, forlorn eyes investigating very few artefacts in the glass exhibit. Her folded uniform, found in her room after the plane went down. The blush lipstick you wore every day. Finally, an object that Steve didn't recognise. A golden ring, encrusted in unidentified jewels and a family crest no one knew. He frowned.
He had known her only a short few months, but he regretted never asking about her family. And now, it would haunt him that he never did until his last breath.
"They never found her, huh?" Bucky placed his covered hand on Steve's shoulder, a sadness tinged in his voice. He had only met (y/n) briefly, but he knew even then that Steve's heart rested in the palm of that woman's hand.
He had asked about her, once, but the look on Steve's face when her name was mentioned told him everything he needed to know.
"No. Howard searched for years, found nothing. Turned out that she had lied on her intake forms for the SSR, too. We don't even know if (y/n) was really her name." He took a beat. "We have no idea if she survived or not."
Steve didn't have to make the subtext clear, Bucky knew he worried that he had killed her by ejecting her from that plane. Bucky also knew there was no sense in trying to tell him she would have died either way, that the ice would've killed her.
"You okay?" Bucky asked, after another few moments of silence.
Steve nodded, looking at the photo. "I'm glad she's remembered. I just wish I didn't have so many unanswered questions."
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"So," Tony started. "Thor is arriving with the guest of honour later today, who we have agreed to protect here for the meantime. We don't have a lot of background for this one. The dark elves are the ones we're protecting her against, but Thor said threat could come from many areas. Do we have any questions?"
The team looked nothing short of bored. Well, most of them. Cap always had the good grace to sit up and look interested. Scott was straight up asleep.
"Is she important? How long will she be staying with us?" Steve asked.
"No idea, and uh, no idea. Anything else?"
"Is she single?" Sam asked, earning a laugh from some of the others. Steve shook his head disapprovingly, but smiled at his friend's levity.
As Steve stood up to go back to training, FRIDAY sounded around the room. "Excuse me everyone, my satellites have detected a bifrost signal heading for the compound imminently."
"Speak of the devil!" Tony clapped his hands as everyone headed out to the bifrost landing site (something that had been instituted after Tony's lawn got scorched one too many times).
Bucky smacked Scott upside the head to wake him up with a jolt. "Oh, where are you guys going?" He called behind them, jogging to catch up. Steve waited behind from him, laughing at his groggy friend.
A bright light connected with the grass just beside the landing site. Tony's hands covered his eyes as he mouthed are you fucking kidding me. When the light cleared, Thor stood tall in his usual armour.
"My friends!" His voice boomed, "I present to you, my fellow avengers, the honourable princess of Alfheim, jewel of the Alfar and ambassador to Asgard." Thor's voice boomed through the halls of the compound. "This is my friend, (y/n)."
Beside Thor stood a girl. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with a heavenly stature. She looked like she could have been carved from marble by the hands of God himself.
A light Asgardian pink dress was covered by a golden chest-plate which fit her body like it had been moulded just for her. It was covered in intricate etchings of suns and stars, which caught the light and shone brilliantly. She wore golden jewellery, which was nothing like the avengers had ever seen. Golden ear cuffs covered her pointed ears, with her long hair pulled into an up-do, emphasising the golden, bejewelled tiara on her head.
"Princess?" Sam squeaked. Wanda smacked him, with a look that screamed don't embarrass us.
Tony tilted his head in confusion at the guest, who he could almost swear he recognised from somewhere. "Thor, you did not inform us that we were looking after the ruler of a planet. We would have been more prepared."
"I am not ruler yet, Mr. Stark." The girl cast her eyes up at Tony, as she smiled sweetly. Her voice was honey smooth, and anyone who heard it felt themselves being charmed by it. "I have heard much about you all from Thor."
"Should we bow?" Bruce whispered to Tony, who shrugged his shoulders. Thankfully, (y/n) took the lead and shook each of their hands.
She looked around at each of the gathered avengers. Thor made his introductions to the rest of the group. "Where are the others?" Thor enquired.
"Here!" Steve smiled at the site of his old friend, his view of the princess obscured by the large man. Bucky and Scott tagged behind him, also happily greeting Thor.
"Captain, it is very good to see you. Please, let me introduce you to the Princess (y/n)." Thor stepped aside to introduce them, but his eyebrows knitted together in confusion when neither of them moved, almost frozen in place.
"Uh... hi." Scott side-stepped the Captain and caught the eye of their guest. "My name's Scott Lang."
The girl tore her eyes away from the captain, unsure really on what to do. But her training kicked in, knowing that being rude was one of the worst sins a princess could commit. "Hello, Mr. Lang. I am (y/n)."
"Holy shit." Bucky breathed out.
The rest of the avengers watched the rather silent exchange with confusion. It was very unlike Steve to get so tongue-tied, and he would never be so rude as to not introduce himself.
"Captain Rogers..." The girl spoke first, confusing them further. "I believed you dead." Tears had welled in her eyes, intriguing the observing crowd even more.
"I thought you were dead." He breathed. "What... what is going on?"
Bucky interjected. "Um, hi. I'm Bucky, we met briefly in '45."
She smiled softly at him, but her eyes betrayed her confusion. "Sergeant Barnes, of course! Didn't you... also die?"
"Yeah, we've all got a lot of explaining to do." Bucky laughed as the absurdity of the situation caught up to him.
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Thor's eyes darted between his friend and the captain. When Thor asked the avengers to guard her from the war on Alfheim, he knew some hijinks would ensue. This is not what he expected. He knew you had spent some time on Midgard before and when you returned you were emotionally distraught. He had simply figured the war you had fought with the Midgardians had taken it's toll.
He eyed both the Captain and you, suspiciously. You were his dear friend, but you had never talked to him about any mortal love.
"So, Princess. You've been here before." Tony enquired.
The Princess licked her lips nervously, glancing at Steve, who had barely moved a muscle, his eyebrows furrowed. "Yes, Mr. Stark. I spent some time here during the second world war. I left Midgard when Johann Schmidt was defeated, and haven't returned since."
"Tell us about your world, Princess. I've never heard of it before." Natasha, the red-head in the corner, asked the guest.
"You have heard of it before." The princess smiled, explaining. "I believe we are now known as a fantasy character here - you call us elves." She pointed to her pointed ears as each avenger clung to her words.
Thor smiled at his Midgardian friends' curiosity.
"The Alfar still live amongst you, they are simply unseen. I believe you may know Tolkien?" At the mention of the author's name, everyone's ears pricked. "He was one of my father's greatest friends and many of his book settings were inspired by Alfheim."
"What!" Scott exclaimed. "That's insane."
"Really, Ant Man?" Bucky responded, pointing out that they were all ridiculous, when you thought about it. The world was crazy now.
The princess chuckled, and rose from her seat at the conference table. "Thank you very much for your hospitality, Avengers. I would quite like to rest in my chambers, if you would be so gracious to allow me."
"Um, yeah... consider yourself allowed." Tony stumbled over his words. Very unusual for him, and it did not go unnoticed by the others. "Dinner is at seven."
"Thank you, Mr. Stark. Captain Rogers," She addressed the Captain, who looked up quickly. His face was pale, and he nervously twiddled his thumbs. "Would you be so kind as to show me my rooms?"
He popped up, almost comedically fast. "Yes. Yeah, sure. Um, this way." He walked out quickly, darting his eyes back to make sure the princess was following him.
She followed, gracefully. Her skirts fanned out behind her as she walked. The avengers in the room could scarcely take their eyes off her as she faded from sight.
As soon as the door closed behind them, the room devolved into chaos. People shouting theories and questions left, right and centre. Mostly, everyone was just bewildered. Bucky and Thor discussed how they had both known the couple separately, and whether each had talked about the other.
Natasha watched as Tony sat quietly on his tablet for a few seconds, searching for something she could only assume was relevant to the discussion at hand.
"Bucky, what's the deal there?" Clint asked.
He was interrupted by Tony. "Aha!" Stark called, silencing the room. "I knew I recognised her from somewhere."
He projected a photograph to the wall, and the avengers gasped.
The photograph consisted of Steve and Bucky front and centre. Bucky had his left arm wrapped lazily around Tony's dad, Howard. And Steve was looking directly at the girl next to him, holding her to him by the waist. It was the princess. The gaze he looked at her with... it was like nothing they had ever seen from him.
"They didn't just know each other, they were in love." Bucky replied to Clint's question, a hint of sadness underneath his words.
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(Y/n) followed Steve along the large corridors of the compound, her smaller legs working double time to match his long strides. They walked in silence, for the most part. It wasn't the comfortable kind.
"Captain." She spoke first, again. As she called for him, he stopped walking abruptly, turning slowly. He met her gaze and then cast his eye down.
"(y/n)... I mean, um, Princess." He responded.
"(y/n) is sufficient." She whispered, almost guiltily. "I can't believe you're alive..."
"I can't believe you're alive," He retorted. "I searched for you, when I woke up. They couldn't find any records of you other than your enlistment form, and they found you had lied. People think you're just a ghost story..."
He took a breath. "I can't believe you're here and... an alien princess?"
"I know it's hard to believe, I hope you understand why I couldn't tell you back then." She laughed. "When I found that you and Sergeant Barnes were dead, I couldn't face being here anymore... I returned to Alfheim."
As she thought back on it, a tear sprung to her eye. On seeing her reaction, Steve couldn't help himself but place a friendly hand on her back, rubbing soothing circles. She briefly froze at the contact, but quickly, she moved her own hand down his arm until she was holding onto his hand with both of hers.
So much went unsaid, but the contact confirmed what they had both most desperately wanted to know. Would it be the same?
"If I had known that you and Sergeant Barnes were alive, Captain..." She admitted. "I would have returned in an instant, I give you my word."
He smiled, rubbing a thumb over the back of her hand. A red blush hugged her cheeks as he did so.
It was typical of him that he couldn't concentrate on the moment, "Why are you here?" He asked. "What are we protecting you from?"
She sighed. "The Svartalfar, or the dark elves. You may know them - they attacked Thor in the Midgardian city of London some years ago now." He nodded in recognition.
"They are determined to conquer Alfheim, and have set their sights on my family. They have already managed to get close to killing me."
She pushed the collar of her dress down, showing a large, angry, red scar just above her collarbone. His hands flew up to trace the scar. She gulped at the close contact, her eyes meeting his.
His expression gave away his concern, knowing that Thor had suggested she was in a lot of danger. "Don't worry, Princess. You're safe here." He smiled, softly. "We'll protect you with everything we've got."
"Thank you, Captain."
"It's just Steve." He unhooked their hands, and gave her his arm. She linked her arm in his, and he resumed wandering down the halls to her rooms. "Do you have any bags?"
"No, I fled to Asgard with nothing when I needed healing. The Asgardians were kind enough to offer many gorgeous clothes for me to bring, but I figured they were a bit conspicuous."
Steve laughed, "Yeah, they might be."
They walked for a little while longer, before Steve entered a room to the side. It was rather basic compared to what she was used to, but it would more than suffice for the meantime.
"This is your room." He stood by the door as she entered. "I'm just down the hall if you need anything. I'll get Tony to send you some less conspicuous clothes. See you at dinner."
"Thank you, Steven." He laughed at her inability to be too informal with him. He nodded at her, and turned to walk down the hall to his room.
As he entered, the photograph of her from the Smithsonian caught his eye from the nightstand. He picked it up, tracing her features with his finger - unable to stop the smile spreading across his face. Who would've thought? Not only was his girl alive, she was also alien royalty. Sometimes, just sometimes, he adored his strange, strange world.
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"Sir," The agent walked into the dark room with purpose in her every step. "The Princess has been spotted."
The man in the chair looked up at the mention of his target. "Show me" he ordered. He watched as agent transferred the images on her tablet to the big screen, showing grainy, far away surveillance of the avengers compound.
As low quality as the image was, the woman arriving with Thor in the distinctive Alfar dress and armour was certainly the princess.
"Oh, my dear..." The man's deep voice dragged out. "You have walked right into our sights."
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a/n: let me know what you think! if you can't tell, this is basically the set up for a longer series... i'm really excited to explore this character and get deeper into the relationships!
i've never really written in the third person POV before, so let me know if it's something you like or not, and i can switch for the next part.
please like/reblog if you enjoy! let me know if you would like to be tagged in the next part <3
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isaacarellanesismyhusband · 3 months ago
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princess treatment
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pair: Tony Stark x reader
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Tony Stark was not known for being soft. In fact, his reputation screamed billionaire genius, playboy, philanthropist—emphasis on playboy. But since you walked into his life, everything had shifted. He wasn’t entirely sure when it happened, but one day, he woke up and realized that he’d do anything to keep you happy. And right now, as he looked across the table at you, smiling sweetly while biting into your breakfast croissant, he felt that familiar warmth bloom in his chest.
You were younger than him by more than a few years, which had initially raised his concerns. He wasn’t the easiest man to be with, but somehow, you made it seem effortless. And in return, he decided you deserved everything. “Hey, princess,” Tony called from across the spacious penthouse kitchen, his voice teasing yet warm. You looked up from your plate, a small smile playing on your lips.
“Yes, Tony?”
He smirked, pushing his chair back. “I was thinking… how about we skip the work for today?”
You raised an eyebrow. “You have a board meeting in an hour.”
Tony waved his hand dismissively. “Board meetings are boring. Let’s blow it off and do something more fun.”
You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Fun like what? You always have something in mind.”
“Oh, I definitely do,” Tony replied, already getting up. He moved swiftly around the counter, stopping right behind your chair. His hands fell onto your shoulders, giving them a light squeeze. “But first, I’m thinking you deserve a little extra pampering today. You’ve been putting up with me, and that’s a full-time job in itself.”
You laughed again, but he wasn’t done. Tony leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, then moved to take your hand, guiding you up from the table. “Come on, let’s start with something simple.”
“Simple?” you echoed, already intrigued.
Within a few minutes, you found yourself standing in front of Tony’s giant walk-in closet, where he was rummaging around like a man on a mission.
“Tony, what are you doing?” you asked, watching with amused confusion as he threw around designer shoes, jackets, and shirts in search of something specific.
“Hold on, hold on. Aha!” Tony turned around, holding out a small box with a flourish. “I was saving this for a special occasion, but I think this morning qualifies.”
You eyed the box suspiciously before accepting it, opening it slowly. Inside was the most stunning necklace—delicate and sparkling, clearly worth more than most people’s houses.
“Tony…” Your voice trailed off, a little breathless. “This is beautiful.”
“Only the best for my princess,” he said with a soft grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Here, let me.”
Tony took the necklace from your hands, gently sweeping your hair to the side and clasping it around your neck. His fingers brushed lightly against your skin, making you shiver.
“There,” he whispered, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “Perfect.”
You glanced in the mirror, and Tony was right. The necklace was stunning, but what made it even better was the way Tony was looking at you now, like you were the most important person in the world. “Okay, what’s next?” you asked, turning to him.He grinned, taking your hand again. “Next? A princess needs a proper throne, doesn’t she?”
Tony led you out of the bedroom and toward the living room, where he gestured grandly to the large, plush couch that overlooked the stunning New York skyline. With a playful wink, he said, “Your highness.”
You rolled your eyes but giggled as you sat down. Tony, ever the gentleman, took it upon himself to kneel in front of you and lift your feet onto his lap. He gently slipped off your slippers, his fingers rubbing small, soothing circles into your calves.
“You’re ridiculous,” you teased, though the attention felt incredible.
“Ridiculous? No, no, this is what you deserve,” he countered, eyes shining. “In fact, I think it’s about time we take this whole pampering thing to the next level.”
Before you could ask what he meant, Tony stood up, disappearing into the kitchen. Moments later, he returned with a tray that held your favorite snacks and a cup of tea, perfectly brewed.
He carefully set it in front of you, adding with a smirk, “Fit for a queen.”
You shook your head but couldn’t help the wide smile spreading across your face. “Tony, you’re spoiling me.”
He shrugged, clearly not bothered. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. If I’m not spoiling you, then what am I doing?”
He sat down beside you, pulling you gently into his arms. You curled up against him, resting your head on his chest as he stroked your hair softly. “Besides,” Tony said after a moment, his voice quieter now, “you’re worth all of it.”
You tilted your head up, meeting his warm brown eyes. “You’re too good to me.”
“Not possible,” he murmured, kissing your forehead. “You deserve the world, and if I can’t give you that, I’ll settle for pampering you as much as possible.”
You let out a content sigh, nestling closer. “You know, you don’t have to buy me all these fancy things to make me happy.”
Tony smiled softly, brushing his thumb along your cheek. “I know. But I like seeing you smile. And I like being the one who puts it there.”
Your heart swelled at his words. Tony Stark, the man who was known for being closed off, tough, and impossible to read, had somehow become the one person who made you feel like the most cherished person in the world. And in moments like these, you realized just how lucky you were to have him.
“Okay, Mr. Stark,” you teased, poking his side playfully. “What’s next in my princess treatment itinerary?”
Tony chuckled, his hand never leaving your waist. “Well, I was thinking a bubble bath with rose petals, then maybe a trip to Paris, but, you know, we can ease into it.”
You laughed, shaking your head. “You really are ridiculous.”
“Only for you, princess. Only for you.”
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hearts-4buck · 11 months ago
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Marvel + incorrect pictures (mostly young avengers)
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tldrthor · 2 months ago
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Part II: The Princess (and the chaos she brings with her) - steve rogers x princess!reader
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summary: the princess gets to grips with life in the avengers tower, the captain does his best to not allow his feelings to get in the way of acting normal. everything is nice... but for how long?
part 2 // it was an honour and a privilege, for his words to reach only her ear // word count 2k
you can find part one here and here's my masterlist <3
a/n: nothing much happens in this one but i needed to set the scene! hope you enjoy this short and fluffy fic x
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Steve felt a kind of giddiness he had never felt before. It was almost nauseating; somewhere between the greatest euphoria and the deepest of depressions. He felt himself unable to bring words to his lips, when Bucky knocked on his room door to ask him how he was holding up.
“This is fucking crazy, man.” Bucky had breathed out. It seemed the same cat had got his tongue.
Steve had breathed out a half-laugh. “Yeah, it’s definitely crazy.”
He felt delirious. Dizzy with every emotion he had ever, and will ever feel. He found himself staring at the clock as time ticked by, agonisingly slowly. He fought against every instinct he had to run to her, make sure she never left his sight again.
It had been nearly 80 years since they had last seen each other. What if she had moved on? What if he was too different for her now? What if she was different?
As they had talked, it felt the same. But the talk they had had wasn't quite enough for the captain. He fought against every instinct he had to charge into her room and demand answers to the thousand questions running through his head.
His best bet would be going for a run, clear his head, work off some energy. It was a nice day outside, and a weekend so most of the agents and personnel were off-base. He shrugged on some gym clothes and headed out. He found himself lingering, as he walked past her door, trying to fend off thoughts of charging in and blurting his deepest thoughts to her.
The sound of... struggling? He could hear her, with ragged breath and the sound of what he thought was someone bumping into furniture. His eyebrows furrowed as he went into avenger mode.
"Princess?" He knocked quickly on the door, listening as he did for further sounds. As he knocked, the noises stopped. It was only through his supersoldier hearing that he could still hear her ragged breaths.
A small, breathless voice came from behind the door. "I'm okay, I'm alright!"
The captain wasn't entirely sure what to do. "Do you need help with anything?"
There was silence for a moment. And then, the lock on the door turned and she stood, once more, in front of him. Now, she was more flushed, and her hair had fallen ever so slightly out of place. The captain still thought she was the most radiant being he had ever seen.
"I... I am sorry to ask, captain. I am so used to having handmaidens that I can't get my armour off by myself." She looked away as she said it, and Steve cursed himself as a blush spread it's way over his cheeks.
"I'll help!" He said, perhaps a little too much enthusiasm behind his words. He immediately pulled it back, "or I could get Natasha, if you want."
The princess smiled at him. "It's okay, I wouldn't want to bother Miss Romanoff, if you don't mind helping?" She held the door for him and he entered her chambers. If she had been on Alfheim, or Asgard for that matter, this would have caused great scandal. For a brief moment, regardless of the circumstances, she was grateful to be back on Midgard.
She lifted her arms to show him how the chestplate connected around her torso, and he began to undo the intricate mechanism stitching it together. They were both hyper-aware of their closeness in that moment, each fighting not to think about it too much.
"It's beautiful." Steve tried to cut the silence, but his voice came out as more of a whisper. "Your armour, I mean. The carvings." He cleared his throat.
She made eye contact with him, and he nearly audibly gulped. "Thank you." As the mechanisms finally gave way, she pulled the piece over her head, holding it in front of her. "It belonged to my grandmother, the last Queen of Alfheim. They say even the stars themselves bowed to her."
Steve didn't miss the sadness layered in her voice.
"I never knew anything about your family before. It's crazy that they're kings and queens." Steve confessed.
She placed a hand, lightly on his arm. She couldn't think of what to say in response to that, but the gesture was enough. She hung the armour in the wardrobe, then began to take off her jewelry starting with her jeweled tiara. As she pulled it from her hair, he audibly gasped.
With the way her tresses fell, and covered her ears, it was like the princess disappeared and was replaced with (y/n). His (y/n). The one he ejected from the plane to save, all those years ago. The one he had mourned since he came out of the ice.
She turned to him, smiling. "You look the same, you know." She continued, "As when we last saw each other."
Steve caught a glimpse of himself in her mirror. He didn't feel the same as back then. He had been so full of hope, so naïve. The modern world made it hard to be optimistic.
"I'm older, now. You haven't aged a day." He responded.
She chuckled. "Steven, you are the same boy who jumped on the grenade at Camp Lehigh, it doesn't matter how you've aged." The kindness of her words as she said his name moved him in a way that no one had in a long time. "My people age far slower than Midgardians, so physically aging is an honour. I hope that one day, I experience the blessings of the years."
"What... what age are you?"
"Are you quite certain you want to know?" She asked, a hint of a smirk on her lips. When he nodded after a moment's hesitation, she continued; "I am 578 years old."
His jaw nearly hit the floor in shock. He looked at her features intently, his mind clawing desperately for anything to say. She didn't look a day over 25, and hadn't since the 40's.
"That's... um, pretty old." He stuttered out. Well, that was not what he had meant to say.
Her melodic laugh reached his ears and he had to admit, he breathed out a sigh of relief. "Captain, that is not a very becoming thing to say to a lady," She giggled. "I am barely a quarter of the way through my life span."
"God, sorry I didn't mean it like that, just... It's all so strange."
"I know, Captain. It is a long time in comparisons to a Midgardians life. I hope that it does not disturb you too much."
In the silence of the room, Steve suddenly became aware of the distance between them, or rather, the lack thereof. She was so close he could almost feel her breath on her face, as her eyelashes fluttered, looking up at him.
Her irresistible eyes.
He could reach out and grab her, right now. It would be easy, romantic, passionate, wonderful. He wanted to do it, badly. To feel his hands on her waist, to wrap her in his arms. He wondered, briefly, if she would tangle her hands in his hair.
In the real world, he couldn't do it. They had been apart for nearly a century, and even when they knew each other, they hadn't gotten that far. He didn't know if she still... felt that way.
His head was spinning, everything seemed to be moving too quickly and too slowly at the same time. Mayday, mayday, mayday.
He cleared his throat and moved away. Well, it was more of a jump. So much for looking normal, he thought to himself.
"We should go for dinner, uh... people will be waiting." He examined her features. She smiled politely, but her eyes betrayed something else. Was that... disappointment he detected? He was probably wishful thinking.
"Of course, Captain. I will get changed into the clothes Natasha brought for me, and then we shall go." She elegantly picked up some clothes, and wandered to the bathroom.
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Dinner was lively as ever. At Thor's request, everyone had joined the team in the dining room for some pizza. Steve and the Princess wandered in later than everybody else, but were welcomed with cheers and laughter. It was nice.
"Princess (y/n)!" Thor boomed, motioning his friends over to two empty seats beside him. "I believe you have met everyone bar the young master Parker, over here." He pointed towards a young brunet boy, sitting rather awkwardly at the corner of the large table.
He waved, whispering a barely audible "Hi."
"Hello, Master Parker. I am (y/n) of Alfheim."
"Yeah, I heard, um. It's Peter, not Master Parker. My name I mean. If you want to- if it's your tradition or whatever you can call me that too I just... um, most of the uh avengers call me Peter, I mean." He placed a hand over his face in what even the princess understood was teen angst.
"Peter, then." She smiled politely at the young, flailing boy.
"I call him bugboy, if that's any more appeasing to you." A familiar voice parted through the din of the many, many conversations being had around the table. The princess looked to see Bucky sitting across from them, next to the man called Sam.
She laughed politely, at his joke, understanding immediately that the young avenger certainly experienced a lot of jokes at his expense.
Her attention was diverted, once again, by Mr. Stark. "Have you ever had the Midgardian delicacy of pizza, your highness?" There was a hint of sarcasm to his deference, that was not unnoticed by (y/n).
"Tony, she lived in Brooklyn in the 40s. Of course she's had pizza." Steve spoke up for her, also noticing the way Tony laced disquiet with her titles. He was being overprotective over pizza, and even though he was aware of the fact, he couldn't stop himself.
"Actually, Captain, I never got around to trying it during my time here."
A silence befell the dining room.
"What?" The harsh words came from Bucky, but it was a sentiment echoed quickly by Cap, and then young Peter.
"How could you have lived in New York for several years, and not had pizza?" Steve laughed at the Princess, who sheepishly smiled.
"I honestly did not realise it was a food, and I lived mostly on army rations anyway..." She explained.
"Oh my god, she's never lived." Sam spoke, dead-pan.
Tony finally interrupted the cacophony. "Well then, ma'am, consider this evening an education."
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The evening was lovely. The conversation (and wine) flowed, never a dull moment. Thor and the Princess dazzled with tales of their worlds and the many battles they had faced. Steve and Bucky reminisced with the Princess about the times they had shared together.
As the evening grew quieter, the Princess found herself feeling safe, for the first time in a while. She was all too aware of Cap's arm slung over the back of her chair, dangerously close to being around her shoulders. Her heart skipped a beat every time he leant down to her ear, to share something only with her. It was an honour and a privilege, for his words to reach only her ear.
For the last 80 years, she had felt like she was spinning out of control. With the war, and especially the last attack, things had been worse than ever. But now, she could get used to this.
She dared, as she laughed at one of Tony's jokes, to put her head on the Captain's shoulder. As she did, she happened to catch Bucky's eye - he smiled and winked.
Yeah, she could definitely get used to this.
Unfortunately, she wouldn't get the chance to.
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mooblybloom · 4 months ago
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Had another dream thought The both of you might want to know about it
@mae-mae-me & @elithemiar-blog
Peter in the compound with a very sleepy Wulf in his lap I see pets it while doing his physics homework Tony walks in and stares at the wolf that is glowing green in Peter's lap and immediately panics
Tony very nervously: Peter why is there a glowing wolf in your lap?
Peter looking up from his homework confused for about 3 seconds before he makes a face and realization and says: Oh that's Wulf spelled with a u
Tony: Okay cool Why is Wulf in your lap?
Peter: He was sleepy and wanted to hang out
Tony: How did he get here without setting off any alarms
Peter: Oh will he opened it a portal through dimensions and the reason you weren't alerted was because I told Friday he was a friend
Tony: He's your friend? How?
Peter: I became friends with the death God
Tony: I'm sorry you what?
And then it cuts over to shuri making an amalgamated abomination of what looks to be a plasma sword for Peter
Peter deadpan: Met interdimensional wolf on a mission tried to get him back to his owner met God became friends with God
Tony: hUh-?
Peter: Just smiling walk away Tony. It's better for your sanity. Oh and don't going to the other part of the lab shuri's making something beyond our mortal minds
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holylulusworld · 1 year ago
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Brother's keeper (1)
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Summary: She would do anything to protect her brother.
Pairing: Royal!Tony Stark x Princess!Reader
Warnings: mentions of marriage, love-hate relationship, feisty/bratty reader, enemies to lovers, arguments, royal au, dystopian au, banter, sexual tension, betrayal (not Tony)
This series takes place in the Two kings (Arc1) & Not a queen (Arc 2) universe, at the same time. I recommend reading these stories first to understand this universe better.
You can find all arcs here: Of Kings and Queens Arcs
Brother’s keeper masterlist
<<Brother’s keeper - Prologue
AN: Square filled for Navy and Roo’s slumber party presents bingo @the-slumberparty: Arranged Marriage
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“You can’t be serious, brother!” You throw your hands up. You can’t believe it was your brother letting the truth slip. “How can you tell Tony Stark out of all people that you are my twin, not our elder brother? We swore on Mother’s grave that we would never tell a soul that our elder brother died after we were born. It was perfect.”
“I had enough of being the second son, the man walking in your shadow. First, our brother was the one who was meant to ascend the throne, and after he died, father wanted you to reign,” your brother bites back. “I knew Stark would use the information to get you.”
“I never wanted to reign, brother! You know that!” You shake your head. “Stark forces my hand in marriage because of your foolish mistake. I got no other choice than marrying a man I despise!”
“Can you for once not be selfish! Stark is a strong ally. If you marry him, you’ll be queen one day, and I can ascend the throne, just like I always wanted.”
You gape at your brother. It’s no secret that he changed after your mother’s death. Always staring at the throne like he’s about to claim it any time.
He dares to call you selfish after he made sure you must marry a man you hate. All your life you kept his secret and took care of him. You were the one protecting your younger brother, only for him to stab you in the back.
You cup his face with both hands to look at him but find no regret in his eyes.
“Oh brother, what have you done,” you hold back the tears as you whisper in his ear. “If only you would’ve waited a few weeks longer. Father wanted to announce his resignation. The throne would’ve been yours in less than a year.
You kiss his cheek, lips lingering for a moment. Closing your eyes, you silently say goodbye to the brother you used to know. It’s there and then that you decide to not play his protector any longer.  
“I’m going to marry Stark. Not because you want me to, but to get away as far as possible from you.”
You step away, tears in your eyes as you look at your brother, and a stranger looks back at you.
“I’ll be gone soon enough, brother. I hope the throne was worth betraying me,” you bitterly say. “I guess Tony Stark was not the worst man I ever met after all. At least he doesn’t pretend to be a better man than he is.”
Holding your head high you walk away. Your heart is heavy but hope blooms in your chest.
Maybe if you stop being your brother’s keeper, you’ll find a new meaning in life.
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“Courting? You want me to court you?” Tony hiccups as you only smirk darkly in return. “We have a deal, Colibri.”
“The deal is still on,” you coo. “But I’m a princess and deserve better treatment. What will people think about me if I’m not courted properly?”
You enjoy the struggle on Tony’s face. He’s used to always getting his will, but you won’t have it.
“What do you want me to do?” He grumbles. “I won’t let you order me around, woman!”
“I want flowers, jewelry, and a caring fiancé. Maybe we can take long walks, and show everyone how much we are in love,” he chuckles at your words. “Don’t believe for one minute that I’ll allow you to stray. If you stick your dick in some other bitch’s pussy, I’ll castrate you.”
“Aw, she’s jealous,” he grabs your hand to lead you along the endless hallways at the castle. “Believe me. I don’t have time for another woman with you around. I need to keep a close eye on you, Colibri.”
“Did you know that my brother was plotting against me?” You question while walking next to him. “I protected him all my life. How can he do this to me?”
“You know.” Tony sighs deeply. He wanted to make you believe he's the villain in your story.
“Yeah, I know. I’m not stupid, Stark,” you snap at Tony. “I was foolish enough to believe that men can be trusted. I was wrong. My father denied me the throne, and my younger brother betrayed me in the worst way possible.”
“Why do you still keep your word?” Tony stops walking to look at you. “Y/N?”
You exhale sharply. “He’s still my brother, and I need to keep him safe. I think it’s for the better that I leave my kingdom. He would’ve only ever felt like second best with me around. And giving you hell for the rest of your life is a challenging task.”
He smirks. “It’s an honor to be part of your plans, darling. We will make a perfect pair.” Tony grabs your hand to bring it to his lips. “I bet we will have a hell of a wedding night.”
You snort. “As if I’ll let your pest-infested dick get anywhere near me, my prince. It will be only you and your hand during our wedding night.”
“Oh, Colibri,” he purrs and cups your face. “I will use my hand to make you lose your mind. I bet,” he licks his lips, “you’ll cum with only one of my fingers inside of you…”
Part 2
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oph3liatlou · 6 months ago
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— THE SHADOW WARRIOR series
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CHAPTER TWO; Quinnjet
pairing(s); recovering!buckybarnes x oc!victoriastark
warnings; light swearing
word count; 1,363
proofread?; yes.
note from author; link to wattpad, link to character's spotify playlist (comment songs also!), find the full masterlist here.
summary; In the depths of Africa, the mysterious nation of Wakanda has reached out to the outside world for help. A mission has been set in place for Victoria Stark, to save Bucky Barnes - the former brainwashed assassin - from his past self. Can she rescue him from HYDRA's grips as the world watches and waits or, will he forever be lost to the shadows?
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Victoria had to get ready for her mission that she had been tasked with. She headed back downstairs to see her father, who had just finished fixing up his suit.
Tony turns around as you enter the workshop, wiping his hands on a rag. "Done pouting upstairs?" He's trying to keep it light. The tension between you has been growing for months. He needs to fix it, but he just doesn't know how.
She rolled her eyes. Their relationship was always sarcastic banter but sometimes, he didn't agree with her decisions. Especially when she avoided his monthly functions. "I wasn't pouting." She stated, leaning on one of the shelves. "I got a mission so, scratch my name off the guest list for tomorrow night."
Tony's smile fades. He looks at you for a long moment, his expression going tight. He's not happy about you skipping yet another event. But rather than start an argument, he asks instead, "Where are you headed?"
"Wakanda." Victoria answered, not elaborating.
Tony's eyes widened, a slight flicker of surprise crossing his face. Wakanda? He hadn't expected that. "Why?" He tries to keep the tension out of his voice, but there's no hiding the concern in his eyes.
She was happy that her father hadn't started giving her attitude about her not attending the party. "Steve's friend, Bucky." She started to explain. "He's in Wakanda, the Princess is treating his conditioning - trying to demolish the Winter Solider." Victoria shrugged. "You know me and advanced technology. He thought I could help...and he wants a friend there."
Tony's worry eases slightly. He knows about Bucky, of course. The Winter Soldier, the infamous assassin. Helping to undo what HYDRA did to him wasn't something he objected to. And he understands the need for support.
He gives you a small nod. "Alright. Keep me updated. And...Victoria?" His voice goes soft. "Be careful."
She nods, turning back to the door. "Oh, and I'm bringing FRIDAY with me."
Tony raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement returning to his expression. "Bringing the bots, huh? Trying to show off your tech prowess, aren't you?" He smiles, glad to see you a little more lighthearted for the first time in a long while. "Alright. Just watch out for Wakanda's tech. They've got stuff that will knock even you on your ass."
Victoria chuckled at his comment. "You better up your own game, then." She rebutted.
Tony gives you a wry smile. "Don't worry, kid. You forget who you're dealing with here. I'll have some new goodies for when you return."
He crosses his arms. "Now, get out of here. Before I change my mind about letting you borrow Friday."
She grinned. "Yeah, yeah." And with that, she left the workshop - her feet echoed on the floating stairs that shifted under her feet as she made her way to her room to get her gear.
As Victoria ascended the floating stairs to her room, thoughts of the upcoming mission start to swirl through her mind. She begins packing her gear, making sure she has everything she might need in Wakanda. As she sorts through her supplies, a mix of anticipation and apprehension fills her. The unknown always holds a thrill, but it's also a constant reminder of the dangers that lie ahead. Despite the nerves, she can't help but feel a sense of excitement.  She's eager to see Wakanda's advanced tech and how it compares to Starks. As she packs, she notices two pictures. One is of her as a kid, asleep in her dad's embrace, and the other is her and Tony, taken not long after, on their first successful mission together. They're a team. She smiles softly before placing both pictures safely inside the bag.
With all the essentials packed, she heads towards the garage. The Quinjet is waiting for her, already fueled and prepped for takeoff. As she approaches, she can see the familiar shape of Friday's housing unit being loaded into the jet. 
"All ready to go, Tori?" She asks, her voice filled with anticipation. "I've already downloaded a comprehensive database on Wakandan technology. It's quite impressive."
Victoria nods gently, though Friday can't see her. She was secured in an earpiece in her ear. "What else should I know? About Barnes, about Wakanda...?"
"Barnes' condition is improving with the help of Wakanda's healers and tech. They've already managed to dismantle some of the indoctrination that HYDRA instilled in him," Friday informs. "As for Wakanda, they value their privacy and highly protect their technology. The Dora Milaje, the warrior women, are formidable and will likely keep a close eye on us both." She pauses. "Oh, and the food is fantastic."
Victoria chuckled. "Sadly, I'm not going there for the food." She paused when both her father and Steve stood at the entrance of the Quinjet.
Tony and Steve stood near the Quinjet, watching as Victoria approaches. Tony's expression is a mixture of concern and pride, a look she's seen time and time before. Steve, ever the serious one, nods in greeting. The two men can't help but worry about your well-being, especially for this mission.
"I'll be fine, yeah?" She said to the two of them, in reassurance. She turned to Steve. "I'll bring your best friend home."
Tony gave a small nod, his expression softening, but the worry remains in his eyes. Steve, however, gives a small, almost imperceptible smile of approval.
"We know you will," he reassures. "Be careful in Wakanda. And don't hesitate to call if you need anything."
Victoria nodded. "Sure thing." She went to go into the jet before turning back around and hugging her dad.
Tony is taken aback by her sudden show of affection. His eyes widen slightly before he quickly composes himself. He hugs her tightly, ruffling her hair affectionately. It's a rare moment of parental vulnerability from him, and he cherishes it.
"Stay safe," he whispers, holding her close for a moment more. "We still have plenty to argue over when you get back."
She chuckled. "Yeah, like who let you wear those shoes."
Tony playfully rolls his eyes.  "Kid, these shoes are a fashion statement. You wouldn't know style if it smacked you in the face." Tony pulls back, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He looks down at his worn-out sneakers, a comfortable staple in his wardrobe. "Besides, these are just... comfortable."
Steve, still standing nearby, can't help but chuckle at the exchange between the two. It's moments like this that remind everyone of the family bond they've formed over the years.
Victoria walked backwards onto the boarding ramp and snickered. "You do realize, I'm the one who did most of the draft designs for your suits?"
Tony gives her a mock-indignant look, his hand over his heart. "Are you saying my suits are outdated?" He feigns hurt, though the playful glint in his eyes reveals his true feelings.
"Maybe we should leave the redesigning to the professionals," he quips with a grin. "Besides, we can't all pull off the casual sneaker-and-suit look."
Steve piped up, waving goodbye to me with a chuckle. "You definitely can't, Tony."
Tony rolls his eyes but can't resist a smile. "Keep it up, Cap. I could always program Friday to play baby shark on infinite loop in your helmet next time we're in the field."
"Hey Friday, keep that as a note." Victoria chuckled loudly...getting onto the Quinjet.
Friday's holographic form appears, shimmering beside you. "Noted," she assures Victoria, her voice filled with digital amusement. "Any other requests for Captain Rogers, while you're at it?"
Victoria smiled. "I'll think of something."
With a final farewell wave, the Quinjet's door seals shut behind her. She's enclosed in the sleek interior, the hum of the engines signaling that the adventure is just beginning.
As the Quinjet soars into the sky, heading towards the unknown lands of Wakanda, Victoria is filled with mixed emotions: excitement, anticipation, and a touch of anxiety. But as long as she's got Friday and her wits, she knows that she's ready for whatever comes her way.
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braveclementine · 2 months ago
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Interlude 2
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Warnings: 18+readersonly, love making, oral, pet names
Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.
Rhodey closed the door behind him, feeling drained, but his spirits lifted a little bit, seeing that Penny was curled up in his bed. She was still awake, sitting up. In her hands was a little award that he had gotten at one point for the military. 
He kicked off his shoes, sinking down on the bed, looking over at her. He reached down to undo his braces and gave a little start as she slid off the bed, settling in front of him on her knees. Silently and lovingly, she started to undo his braces herself. 
He caught a strand of her white hair between his dark fingers, twisting the silky piece as he watched her. 
Penny set his braces aside and his heart gave the lightest of flutters as she slid into his lap, straddling him, wrapping her long arms around him. He slid one hand up her thigh, his fingers just barely brushing under the sexy blue dress she'd worn to the Christmas party. His other hand wrapped around her waist. 
"Hi." Penny whispered, her lips inches from his. She was blushing adorably, her multi-coloured eyes soft and loving. 
"Hi." He whispered back, brushing his lips against hers. They were practically dancing with each other and he felt alive. He wanted to say more, express his feelings- something he wasn't particularly good at unless it was Tony or Hogun. 
But this was Penny and he loved her. He wanted to make sure that she knew it. "I. Love. You." He kissed her cheeks and nose between each word. He tilted her chin so that she was looking him in the eyes. "So much." He breathed. 
Penny's arms tightened around him and she tucked her head under his chin, her cheek pressed against his shoulder. "I love you too James." 
He swung his body up so that he was laying down on the bed, Penny on top of him. She propped her chin up on her fist, gazing at him. He ran his hand over her hair, feeling calmer than he did on most evenings. 
Then she rolled off of him, curling into his side. He wrapped an arm around her, before pulling her up so that he could kiss her again. He tasted a little bit of sharp champagne from the party. There was also a tartness to her lips which meant that she had one of the strawberry tarts. 
"Penny." He murmured, his hand coming around to unzip the back of her dress, but he paused, looking into her eyes. 
She didn't answer verbally, instead moving her body so that though his hand stayed in place, the zipper still unzipped. Her lips brushed over his, tantalizing and teasing. He finished unzipping the rest and watched as she shedded the dress. 
He quickly unbuttoned his own shirt, undressing down to his dark, olive green boxers. Penny started to kiss down his chest while his hands ran up the curve of her back. 
"You're beautiful." Rhodey murmured before taking her face into his hands, kissing her passionately, their tongues twisting together. 
Penny wrapped her arms around his neck, the two of them making out for a considerable time, before Rhodey was scooping her up and laying her on her back. He hooked her legs over his shoulder before he started to delve his tongue deeply into her slit. 
"Oh James." Penny sighed, relaxing into the bed, core clenching, closing her eyes. "You feel so good." 
Rhodey was gentle and sweet with his ministrations, while simultaneously turning her on immensely. Her cunt kept clenching around his tongue and fingers, relishing the pleasure. The taste of her was divine, a musky taste like tart honey. 
"James please." Penny begged. "I need you in me. Please!" 
"Whatever you want hot mama." Rhodey whispered, pulling away from her. She flopped down on the bed, spreading her legs, looking at him with large, begging eyes. Her eyes were no longer disconcerting to him, but beautiful and entrancing. 
He moved forwards, hovering over her as he slid inside, watching her face contort with pleasure, hands falling to the side of her body. "James." She whispered, cunt tightening around him before relaxing again. 
"That's it hot mama." Rhodey whispered, letting her wrap her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. His hands slid up her wrists until his fingers laced in with hers. Their tongues danced together, tasting and teasing each other. 
They mumbled inaudible praises and declarations of love that were mere whispers. Rhodey felt as though he couldn't be close enough to her, even though their bodies were tangled together with no space in between. 
"James, I love you." Penny cried out, loud enough to be heard this time. Her nails scratched down his back and he thrusted harder, declaring his love for her with his body. 
"James." Penny whispered. "James I'm going. . . James please." 
"Just hold one a little longer." Rhodey whispered. "I want you to cum with me. Just this once Penny, cum with me." 
"Yes!" She said in a victorious tone, like that had been her goal all along.
"That's it mama." Rhodey gasped, "Cum." 
The two of them exploded together, arms wrapped around each others bodies, legs tangled as they rolled on their sides. Rhodey kissed her deeply again, his tongue down her throat, tasting vanilla and honey and strawberries. 
They panted, still holding each other close before Rhodey very slowly pulled out, laying there for another moment before sitting up to go to the bathroom. 
"Wait." Penny whispered, grabbing his arm and he turned to her. "Let me. So you don't have to struggle." 
She slid off the bed, wobbling to the bathroom, coming back with warm washcloths. Rhodey had a look of adoration on his face when she returned. 
"Let me clean you up." Rhodey whispered, taking the cloths from her. She laid on her back, watching him as he took care of her first, then himself, before throwing the cloths into the hamper by the door. 
Rhodey turned off the light, climbing under the covers, pulling Penny close so that she was pressed flush up against his chest, his arms wrapping around her. 
"I love you, you know." Rhodey whispered softly into her ear. "So much Penny. I know I'm not much, not compared to the others but I'll give you everything I've got." 
Penny turned into his arms so that she could press her face against his chest, breathing in his calm scent. "Bullshit James. You're worth just as much as all of the others. You've got their guts and brains, and more logic than half of them put together at the very least. And I love that about you. I love you." 
Rhodey smiled a little. "I did mention how beautiful you look tonight, yes?" 
Penny looked up at him and teased him. "Oh, only once or nine times. Want to make it an even two or ten?" 
Rhodey chuckled, kissing her again. "You looked beautiful tonight." 
"Well thank you." Penny giggled, and then the two of them fell asleep in each others' arms. 
👾🚧 卩𝐨v 匚ℍ𝐀𝓷𝐆e 🪆👎
"Are you sure about this?" Stephen asked Trang firmly. They weren't the only ones in the room. Loki, Bruce, Wanda, Vision, Ghaida, Shuri, and Tony were in the room as well. 
"Yes, I'm sure." Trang said, though nerves were clenching in her stomach. People always said butterflies, but they always felt more like bees. Angry ones too. 
"You should know the risks." Ghaida started, stepping forwards but Trang shook her head. 
"No. I. . . just no, G." Trang sighed. "Please, just do the surgery. I- I can't bear having this in my head. I can't risk being controlled again. Stephen did it once. With everyone's guidance, it can be done again." 
"And if you die?" Tony asked softly, looking down at the ground instead of at her face. 
"And if I die, you will take care of our daughter and you will tell her how amazing and smart I was." Trang said, trying to keep her tone light and humorous. "And you'll never get over me and live in a forever lifetime of despair." 
"I'm serious Trang!" Tony snapped. 
"Actually, you're Tony, Tony." Trang deadpanned. Loki chuckled at that. Tony shot him a glare and Trang shrugged. "Tony please, just relax." She looked over at Shuri. "I'm ready." 
Shuri nodded, moving the machine over to where Trang's head was. 
Stephen stepped forwards towards Tony. "I'm sorry bubs. You're going to have to wait outside while we work." 
Tony clenched his jaw, whipping away from Stephen, stalking out of the room. 
"He'll be okay. He's just worried." Ghaida informed Trang. "Are you sure?" 
"Yes." Trang answered. 
Ghaida nodded and looked at Stephen. "As planned, we'll take the surgery slowly. I will be using Viden to keep a firm lookout on your actions, her nerves, and everything in between. Wanda will keep a steady reading between my mind and Trangs. Should you fail in something or need someone take over, Bruce is there to step up along with Shuri. Vision can step in for Shuri. Loki can keep Trang stabilized."
"Understood." Stephen nodded. 
Loki leaned forwards, kissing Trang softly on the lips. "See you when you wake up." 
"See you." Trang whispered and closed her eyes. 
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Fury stood in the apartment room he always had when he stayed over at the tower, staring out the window at the city. His phone was in his hand, having just finished a group chat with Phil and Maria. Phil had talked about meeting Elizabeth and everything that was handled. 
It was weird, seeing how many people she had met throughout her entire life, not remembering any of them, but ending up with all of them just the same. How everything seemed to come around in a full circle. 
He twisted the phone in his hand, before finally calling the number he had been debating about calling all throughout seeing Elizabeth's memories, displayed like a show in front of all of them. He gripped the phone harder in his hand, feeling irate. 
All of them out there claimed to love Elizabeth, to care about her. But they had let her private moments be put on display. Her private moments that she would want kept close to her chest, sacred for only her and those that the memories happened with. 
He knew in the end, it was probably best, no matter how intrusive it had been. After all, it had sparked memories inside of Barnes, which was probably necessary and the only way for Barnes to have his own memories returned. 
"Director Fury." The cool voice of General Ross said, having finally picked up the phone. "It's late. To what do I owe the pleasure?" 
"I'm calling in that favor you owe me." Fury replied, turning his back on the city. 
"And what do you want?" 
"Prisoner 3827."
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bucky-h0e · 2 years ago
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Of Summer Days and Winter Nights
Medieval Fantasy AU! Knight Bucky x Princess Reader
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Synopsis:
As courting season approaches, King Clement II wishes to find a lover for his dear daughter, Y/n. She will be Queen of their land, one day in the distant future, one who serves their people well. But he knows the hardships all too well; he knows his daughter just as well. These hardships are meant to be shared, a ruler meant to be supported by the ones they love, but he will not always be around for her. So, he calls for a festival to celebrate the season, inviting all available bachelors and bachelorettes to his kingdom, he prays for someone to catch the eye of his precious girl.
He just did not anticipate it being one of the three most well known knights of the realm. One Sir James 'Bucky' Barnes.
Masterlist
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Taglist: OPEN
@thehumanistsdiary @browneyedgirl22 @tf-is-fanfic @jenn-f @melsunshine
A/N:
Hi everyone! This will be my very first attempt at writing a written fic, so please have patience with me. Chapters may be slow coming out, most likely two weeks apart, however I will send some notifications out. I am hoping for it to only be a short series and that you'll enjoy it!
If you would like to be added to the taglist, then please let me know! I will eventually do requests but I'd like to get this series started first! Please be sure to like it, reblog it or comment if you enjoyed it!
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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year ago
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On Top of the World
Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues
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Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, violence, abortion, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.
Please let me know what you think <3
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You stare out the window at the warm sunset. The serenity of your surroundings contrasts bitterly with the turmoil of your life. You sit in the desolation of your tower, watching the world pass you by, a princess without the legendary braid to let herself down to freedom.
Even the days spent in the misery of retail shine compared to this. How dumb you were then. You remember how often you stood behind the counter, dreaming of a life of luxury and laziness. Of not having a single responsibility or obligation. That can never be; every life has some cost.
You shift and wince with a wheeze. The pain is deep and unending. You hug the sheet tight around your body as you bend slowly over your lap and whimper.
You don't pity yourself, you can only think of Kitty and her punishment. Your fault. You really believed you could get away with it. Don't you know better by now? The world belongs to Tony Stark.
The thought alone summons him. You sit up and let out a moan at the heavy throb inside. You turn your head as you hear him enter from the main room of the suite, his silhouette darkening the edge of your vision. You clutch your shoulder and gulp.
"Now, princess, did I say you could get out of bed?" He taunts as he comes closer, the ice in his glass clinking loudly. He bends over to brush his nose along your ear, "think I'm done with you already?"
"N-no," you wisp and look straight ahead.
He tugs the back of the sheet and you let it go. He tuts as he stands straight and takes a loud gulp of his whiskey. He steps away to set it on the glass table just beside the chaise you sit upon.
He unknots the belt of the red satin robe and comes back to you. He plays with himself shamelessly as a groan rolls from his throat. He grabs a fistful of your hair and wrenches your head back.
"You know what, not a bad idea princess," he snarls, "nice view..."
He yanks you over and guides you down onto your stomach. You let out another whimper as your bruised thighs rub together. He runs his other hand between your legs and forces them apart. He roughly jams his fingers between your folds.
He rams two fingers into you, shaking his hand until you sob. He snickers and rips his fingers out, wiping them up your ass and giving a mean smack to the tortured flesh. He frames your hip and angles himself over you, straddling your ass as he drags his tip up and down your cunt.
"Tell me how much you want it, sweetheart."
You murmur and sniffle as you rest your cheek against the puckered velvet. He continues to tease you as you quiver.
"Come on, you know you want me, sweetheart. You want my baby, don't you? Get that bag," he bends over you as his voice deepens cruelly, "dig for that gold, babe."
Your lip trembles. You have to say it. You have to obey him. You have to try to make him forgive you. You won't survive if he doesn't.
"I want you, Tony," you breathe, "please, I... I want your baby..." you stretch your arm back and graze his hand, "I want you to give it to me, please."
He growls and lines himself up. As he slides into you, you rescind your arm and hide beneath it, curling it around your skull as he thrusts. Each intrusion hurts worse than the last.
It's your own fault. All you. You're ungrateful and stupid. He's given you so much so you can give him this. He's bought you, fair and square.
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dragonstar2568 · 1 year ago
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Someone please make this !!!!!!!
Marvel as (Barbie’s) princess charm school
Peter Parker could be Blair Willows !!!
Maybe Tony could be Peter dad and Morgan could be peters sister and Flash could be Delaney
And Steve or Harley as Prince Nicholas!! ( whatever ship is your favorite is fine !!)
MJ as Hadley, Ned as Isla
( I’m sorry I was watching the movie and this is all I could think about !!!)
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starkerhowlter · 1 year ago
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Princess Parker -- 11
Rating: M Ship: starker (tony stark / peter parker) Tags: Minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - College/University, Fashion Designer Peter Parker, Engineer Student Tony Stark, slow burn, stolen moments Summary: Tony Stark’s in love.
But not with the conventional. Instead, his soulmate is known for temper tantrums about pink lemonades that are too sour and scuffs on the toe of his Louboutin shoes. He’s materialistic, superficial, and cares way too much about his face.
So why can’t Tony stay away?
Read below or on AO3
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Well, here we are. The final chapter of Princess Parker. Thank you so so so much to everyone who has come on this journey with me. From the birth of this idea one April night in 2022 to now, Princess Parker has grown into this entire entity by himself who has carved out a special place in my heart. Peter has become his own person in the Super Starkers Discord and he sort of became a child to me and the other sprinters.
I'd like to take a second to shout out some of the people who helped to make this fic possible before we get started:
First and foremost I want to thank @cozysafechaotic . From the beginning, ey have supported me and believed in every idea and headcannon I have had about this lil guy and his world. Thank you so much for beta'ing and for always being supportive.
Second, I want to thank the following people from the Super Starkers Discord: @khalixascorner : Mama ducky, for always always always believing in Princess Parker and for seeing him in the mess even when I couldn't and never allowing me to quit on him or the fic.
A special shout-out to my squad in the sprinting chat on discord as well. I couldn't possibly name all of you here without it being like 900000 years long. So if you even so much as suggested a color for his nails or a random thing that did actually ever make into the fic, please know I appreciate you so much and that I couldn't be more grateful for all that you guys do. I love you all so much <3
And finally, one last big thank you to you dear reader. Without you taking the time out of your life to cuddle up with Princess Parker and hear his story none of this would be possible!
I can safely promise you, this will not be the last you will see of Peter. However, for the moment, it is. I hope you have enjoyed his story and I can't wait to share more of his life with all of you. If you'd like to ask anything about Princess Parker or prompt me with oneshots for it, come find me on tumblr @starkerhowlter !
Enjoy the fic, I will stop rambling now!
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11-- The End Is Just The Beginning
Two weeks later, the duo find themselves meeting again in the science building bathroom. Peter's leaning against the counter, looking as enticing as ever. Before Tony can stop himself, he has Peter pressed against the line of sinks in a deep kiss. "Fuck, I've missed this." The edge of the sink against his back is all that keeps Peter grounded. Well, that and the feeling of Tony Stark's mouth against his. "I've missed it too." He gasps in between connections, the feeling of his words hot against Tony's lips. He slips his fingers into the back of the other's hair; something he discovered in the last week is a soft spot for Tony. As expected, the scientist gasps and allows Peter to lick into his mouth. He gasps, guiding Tony's hand to his hips, "Fuck, T." Peter whispers, head falling back slightly. "I know," Tony replies, breath ghosting over the boy's jaw.
Before they can connect again, the bathroom door creaks. "Fuck!" Peter squeaks, pushing Tony back and turning to face the sink. He turns on the water, making it look as though he's just washing his hands. Tony rushes to the other end of the sinks, and fakes fixing his hair in the mirror adjusting and readjusting his aviators. The person enters the bathroom, not looking up from his phone as he disappears into one of the stalls. Peter catches Tony's reflection in the mirror, laughing silently at the smirk he's met with. Tony winks, heading towards the door, pretending that the hand running across Peter's ass is an accident.
------ "Come in!" Tony calls the next Sunday afternoon. He continues picking up a screwdriver and screwing another bracket into place, not looking at the door. "Hey, hi." "Hi." Peter begins, flinching when Tony cries out. "Fuck!"
Peter's eyes grow wide, from where he leans against the door frame, worried that he's overstepped in showing up. "Sorry. I didn't mean to invade." He watches worriedly as Tony pulls his hands out of the metal box, blood seeping at his fingertips. "You didn't... Ahem... c-come on in!" Tony gasps, cradling his wound. Blood drips into his cupped hand as he kicks the bathroom door open, and turns on the light with his elbow. Peter rushes over, turning on the sink. "I didn't mean to startle you!" "You're fine. It just slid. It's fine." Tony runs water over the gash, watching as the water tints a slight pink. Peter leans against the counter fretting, staring at Tony's reflection. He refuses to look in the sink, avoiding seeing Tony's hand. "Peter, it's okay. It's just a small cut. I’ll survive, I’ve endured worse. I don't need stitches or medical attention. Just some good old soap, water, and a bandage." "Are you sure? I mean, I don't want you to be hurt! Are your screwdrivers safe? Is there rust?" "Easy worry wart. I promise it won't be falling apart before our next… date? I think we can call them dates?" "Is that your way of asking me out, Tony Stark?" Tony rubs his hand against the back of his neck, a sheepish look crossing his eyes. Peter smiles to himself, "Because if it is, I already have an answer." "Oh you do, do you?" Tony approaches with a smirk, placing his uninjured hand on Peter's waist and drawing him close. "Yes," Peter replies with a giggle, leaning in and kissing the punk.
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Thank you so much for reading!!! Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are MUCH appreciated
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pandagirl45 · 1 year ago
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I'm on some unhinged shit right now
Peter recording some of the avengers, during the workout/training sessions
Harley and Shuri decides to make Peter recording a thirst trap.
Confusedly bucky has a huge fan base now xD
Tony may have bucky part of the video on loop somewhere.
Steve may or may not have a video of rhodey and Sam somewhere. A screen shot maybe.
These bitches are thirsty. Bucky has passwords on all his devices for reasons (Tony reasons)
It is a hormonal mess in the tower and compound. Natasha is making bets with carol and jessica as we speak.
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countrymusiclover · 2 years ago
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holylulusworld · 1 year ago
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Brother’s keeper masterlist
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Summary: She would do anything to protect her brother.
Pairing: Royal!Tony Stark x Princess!Reader
Warnings: arranged marriage, love-hate relationship, feisty/bratty reader, enemies to lovers, arguments, possible smut in future chapters, royal au, dystopian au
This series takes place in the Two kings (Arc1) & Not a queen (Arc 2) universe, at the same time. I recommend reading these stories first to understand this universe better.
You can find all arcs here: Of Kings and Queens Arcs
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Brother’s keeper - Prologue
Brother’s keeper (1)
Brother’s keeper (2)
Brother’s keeper (3) 
Brother’s keeper (4) 
Brother’s keeper (5)
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