#tony stark x reader

[amethystarachnid]

Tony Stark x Fem!Reader. Exes Stuck Together. Tony and his controversially estranged ex (a superhero) are trapped in a small armored room while in the middle of a battle. They argue with each other at first, but eventually the atmosphere between them changes to something more gentle - Tony backs down because Reader was injured in the earlier battle. They both eventually admit that they can't escape each other. They escape the closet after arranging a coffee date. Their romance is later rekindled.

STUCK

⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: fluff, romance, some action

ᯓ★ Word count: 4k

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The moment you step into the SHIELD briefing room, you regret every single life choice that has led you here. Dim lighting, stale coffee stench, Fury standing at the head of the table like some one-eyed god of mischief—not the fun kind. And, of course, the cherry on this particular garbage sundae: Tony Stark, leaning back in his chair, boots kicked up on the table, twirling a pen between his fingers like he has all the time in the world.

You should have known. The universe is nothing if not a fan of sick jokes.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the ghost of Christmas past,” Tony drawls, not even looking up. “To what do I owe the pleasure? Wait, don’t tell me—court-ordered restraining order check-in?”

Your teeth grind so hard your dentist probably feels it in his sleep. “Tony.”

He glances up then, eyes sparking with something that looks a hell of a lot like amusement. “That’s my name. Don’t wear it out. Oh, wait—too late.”

Your fists clench, but before you can contemplate throwing a chair at his annoyingly perfect face, Fury clears his throat.

“Much as I’d love to watch this personal drama unfold like a bad soap opera, we’ve got work to do. So sit down, shut up, and listen.”

You drop into the seat as far from Tony as possible, though it doesn’t feel far enough. He smirks like he knows exactly what you’re thinking. You do your best to ignore it.

“Mission parameters,” Fury continues, tapping a tablet so the screen lights up with a dossier. “There’s a rogue arms dealer selling Stark-tech knockoffs to some very dangerous people. We need two agents who know the tech, the terrain, and, ideally, each other.”

You stiffen. You do know the tech—intimately. The terrain, sure. And Tony? Well.

Tony lets out a low whistle, crossing his arms. “So let me get this straight. You’re throwing me into a high-risk situation with my ex. The same ex who, might I remind you, has attempted to kill me at least twice—”

“Once,” you correct through gritted teeth. “And it was an accident.”

“Oh, of course. Just a little ‘whoopsie’ with a high-powered energy weapon. Happens to the best of us.”

Fury looks between you, unimpressed. “Am I gonna need to call in therapy dogs, or can you two act like professionals?”

Tony exhales, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know, boss. I’m getting some real ‘knife in my ribs while I sleep’ vibes here.”

You glare at him. “If I wanted you dead, Stark, you’d be dead.”

“Flattering.” He winks. “Almost romantic, in a ‘Fatal Attraction’ kind of way.”

Fury rubs his temples. “I already hate this.”

“Yeah?” You lean back. “Try living it.”

“Alright, enough. You two have history. You don’t like each other. Boo-hoo. But this mission is bigger than whatever unresolved sexual tension—”

“There is no—”

“—that is painfully obvious to everyone in this room.”

Tony shoots you a smug grin. You resist the urge to throw something at him.

Fury ignores both of you and taps the screen again, pulling up images of a heavily fortified compound. “The seller, Vasili Markov, operates out of this facility. We need to shut him down, recover the stolen Stark-tech, and leave no trace.”

Tony strokes his chin in mock contemplation. “Hmm. Sounds like a lot of work. And let’s be real, I do my best work solo.”

Fury levels him with a look. “You’re not solo. You’re a team.”

You and Tony exchange glances. Neither of you speaks, but the message is clear.

This is going to be a disaster.

Tony clicks his tongue. “Fine. But if she shoots me, I expect hazard pay.”

You smile sweetly. “Oh, I wouldn’t waste a bullet.”

Fury sighs. “Get out of my sight.”

Tony pushes back his chair with an exaggerated groan. “Great. Road trip with my ex. Just what I always wanted.”

You stand, arms crossed. “Try to keep up, Stark.”

He grins, sharp and easy. “Oh, sweetheart, I was born ahead of the curve.”

You turn on your heel and walk out, knowing full well he’s watching you go.

This mission already sucks, and it hasn’t even started yet.

You adjust your tactical gear in the back of the Quinjet, pretending Tony Stark isn't watching you with that infuriating smirk.

"Y'know, you never used to be this quiet," he muses, leaning back against the wall, his arms crossed in a way that makes him look insufferably relaxed.

You double-check your weapons. "I learned the value of silence. Mostly from realizing you never shut up."

Tony clutches his chest dramatically. "Ouch. And here I thought you'd be happy to see me."

You finally glance up at him. "Happy isn’t the word I’d use."

"Mm, well, something is the word, though," he says, tilting his head. "Because you haven’t looked at me properly since we got on this jet, and I have to say, that stings a little."

You huff, strapping your holster to your thigh. "Maybe I’m just trying to focus."

"Right. Focus. That's exactly what you said that time we got locked in my penthouse during a blackout."

Your hands still for half a second before you force yourself to keep working. "Are you seriously bringing that up now?"

Tony grins. "Well, it’s relevant. We were stuck together, a little bit of danger, a little bit of unresolved tension—remind you of anything?"

You glare at him. "If you think this mission is anything like that night, you're delusional."

"Eh, maybe." He shrugs. "But in my defense, that night ended pretty well for me."

You tighten your holster strap with a little more force than necessary. "And ended badly for me."

Tony sighs dramatically. "Yes, yes, the great escape. You fled my apartment at 4 AM like I was a one-night stand you regretted. Not my proudest moment."

You glare at him. "And yet, you keep bringing it up."

Tony leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "That’s because I still don’t get it, sweetheart. One second, everything was fine, and the next, you were gone."

Before you can answer, the Quinjet's systems signal arrival. The autopilot activates stealth mode, and the mission briefing flashes across the display.

Saved by the mission.

You press a hand to your earpiece, switching into full focus mode. "We’re almost there. Keep it professional, Stark."

Tony watches you for a second longer, then nods. But there’s something in his eyes that says this conversation isn’t over.

And you’re not sure if you hate or want that.

It’s a disaster from the moment you enter the facility.

The alarms shouldn’t have gone off yet, but they do. The guards shouldn’t have been this prepared, but they are. Within minutes, the entire compound is in full lockdown.

"Well," Tony says, firing off a repulsor blast, "so much for a quiet mission."

You duck behind cover as bullets shred through the walls. "This was your plan!"

"Hey, statistically, at least 40% of my plans work out!"

"And the other 60%?"

"...are fun learning experiences."

You roll your eyes, taking out two guards in quick succession. But the numbers keep coming, and even with Tony's firepower, you're being backed into a corner.

"We need to get to the control room," you say. "If we can override the security, we can get out of here."

Tony scans the layout with his suit. "Way ahead of you. There’s a passage up ahead—"

Before he can finish, an explosion rocks the building. The floor crumbles beneath you.

You fall.

You hit the ground hard, dust and debris filling the air. Somewhere near you, Tony groans. The room is small, metal walls reinforced with no windows. One heavy door.

You’re trapped.

Again.

Tony’s voice filters through the dust. "You okay?"

You grit your teeth. "Peachy."

His suit whirs as he sits up. "Well, look at that. Trapped together in a tiny armored room. Just like old times."

You push yourself up, ignoring the sharp sting in your side. "This is nothing like old times."

Tony shrugs. "It’s got all the elements—tight space, unresolved sexual tension, the looming threat of death…"

You shoot him a glare and try to focus on the door. "Help me get this open."

Tony sighs, pressing a hand to his suit. "Bad news—systems are glitching from the blast. Can’t scan, can’t blast through yet."

You grit your teeth. "Of course."

"So," Tony says, crossing his arms. "Wanna fight or make out while we wait?"

You groan. "I hate you."

"See, that’s where you keep confusing me," he says, tilting his head. "Because if you really hated me, you wouldn’t look at me like that."

Your jaw clenches. "Like what?"

"Like you miss me."

Your breath catches for half a second before you shut it down. "You're delusional."

"Maybe," he says softly. "But I’m also right."

You shake your head, pressing a hand against the wall to steady yourself. The pain in your side flares up, and you bite back a wince.

Tony doesn't miss it.

His teasing fades instantly. "You're hurt."

"I'm fine."

"Don’t lie to me."

You exhale through your nose, turning away. "It's nothing."

Tony's voice is quieter now, but insistent. "How bad?"

You don’t answer.

That’s all he needs.

He steps closer, and you try to ignore the warmth of him near you. "Let me see."

"Tony—"

"Now."

You sigh, knowing he's not going to let this go. Reluctantly, you pull back your vest just enough for him to see the blood seeping through your undershirt. The wound isn't deep, but it's enough to make moving painful.

Tony’s jaw tightens. "You should've said something."

"It wasn’t the priority."

His eyes flicker to yours. "You are the priority."

Something in your chest tightens.

Neither of you speak for a long moment.

Then Tony exhales, shaking his head. "You always do this."

You frown. "Do what?"

"Shut me out. Pretend you're fine when you’re not." He looks at you, frustration and something softer in his eyes. "Was that why you left?"

You swallow hard. "Tony—"

"Just tell me the truth," he says, quieter now. "Why did you leave?"

You close your eyes for a second. The words sit heavy on your tongue.

Because I was scared. Because you made me feel too much. Because I didn’t know if I could survive losing you.

But you don’t say any of that.

Instead, you whisper, "Because I thought it would be easier."

Tony watches you for a long time. Then, finally, he nods.

"Was it?" His voice is barely above a whisper.

You meet his eyes. "No."

His expression softens. And for the first time in a long time, there's no sarcasm, no teasing. Just Tony. The man you once loved. The man you maybe still do.

"You know you can’t escape me, right?" he says, a small, tired smile on his lips.

You let out a breath of laughter. "Believe me, I’ve tried."

Tony smirks. "And yet, here we are. Again."

You shake your head, leaning back against the wall. "Yeah. Again."

For once, there’s no arguing. No sharp edges. Just the two of you, trapped together, unable to run.

And maybe, for the first time, you don’t want to.

Tony leans against the wall, watching you like he’s seeing something he wasn’t expecting. You hate that he still looks at you like that—like he knows you better than you know yourself. Like you haven’t spent all this time trying to put distance between you.

And yet, here you are. Again.

You exhale, shifting slightly to take pressure off your injury. He notices but doesn’t comment. Instead, he tilts his head and gives you that familiar smirk.

“So,” he says, “since we’ve already checked ‘almost dying together’ off the list, how about something a little more fun? Say, coffee?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Are you seriously asking me out right now?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, how often do you get life-threatening situations to reflect on past mistakes and make better choices?”

You roll your eyes. “A coffee date isn’t a better choice, Tony.”

He grins. “That sounds dangerously close to a ‘yes’.”

You sigh, pressing your fingers against the bridge of your nose. “This is ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously overdue? Agreed.”

You glance at him, and despite yourself, you feel a smile trying to break through. You fight it, but Tony sees it anyway.

“Look,” he says, a little softer now, “just one coffee. No explosions, no fights, no life-or-death stakes. Just us.”

You shake your head but don’t say no.

Tony nods, satisfied. “Good. That’s settled.”

A few more beats pass in silence. Then, you frown. “We do still need to get out of here.”

Tony stretches, rolling his shoulders. “Right, yeah. Almost forgot.”

You watch as he steps toward the control panel on the door. He places his hand against it, and with an easy flick of his wrist, the lock beeps and disengages.

The door slides open.

You stare at it. Then at him. Then back at the door.

Realization hits like a truck.

“You had the override this whole time?”

Tony smirks, stepping into the hallway. “What, you thought I couldn’t open it? Please. It’s me.”

You gape at him. “You—you kept us in there—”

“For a good cause.” He winks. “And, y’know, for my entertainment.”

You let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh. “Unbelievable.”

Tony gestures grandly. “And yet, so believable.”

You shake your head, muttering a curse under your breath as you follow him.

The mission isn’t over yet. There’s still security to deal with, hostiles to take out, and a very pissed-off arms dealer who is not happy that you’re taking back stolen Stark tech. But none of it really surprises you. It’s just another day, another mission, another ridiculous near-death experience.

You and Tony fight like you always have—seamless, despite everything. No matter how much time passes, you still know how to move around each other, still anticipate his next move before he makes it. It’s frustratingly natural, and you don’t know whether to be relieved or annoyed.

When the last threat is neutralized, the Quinjet arrives for extraction. As you step on board, Tony follows, settling into the seat beside you like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

You exhale, letting yourself relax for the first time in hours. The adrenaline fades, and exhaustion starts creeping in. But before you can fully unwind, Tony nudges you with his elbow.

“You’re not gonna hit me, are you?”

You turn your head slowly. He looks entirely too pleased with himself.

Without hesitation, you punch him in the shoulder—hard.

“Ow—”

“You locked me in a room just to get me to agree to coffee.”

Tony rubs his arm, grinning. “And it worked.”

You groan, shaking your head. “I hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah. You say that, but I still have a date.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s no real heat behind it. He’s impossible. Infuriating.

And yet, somehow, you’re still not canceling.

The following week, you find yourself standing outside a quiet little café tucked away in a part of the city Tony Stark usually has no business being in. It’s charming, warm lights glowing from inside, a few people sitting at outdoor tables chatting over coffee. The kind of place you would’ve chosen for yourself—not Tony. And yet, when you step inside, he’s already there, sitting at a table near the window, tapping his fingers against a ceramic cup. No suit, no press, no Stark Industries entourage. Just him.

When he sees you, he grins like he’s won something. “You showed.”

You slide into the seat across from him. “I said I would.”

“Yeah, but you hate me, remember?”

You roll your eyes as the waitress approaches. You order your usual, and when she walks away, you notice Tony watching you carefully.

“So,” you say, crossing your arms. “This is weird.”

“Weird? Nah. Unexpected, sure. Suspicious? Maybe. But weird?” He shrugs. “I think it’s a step in the right direction.”

You huff a quiet laugh. “I don’t know what direction that is, but okay.”

Tony leans back, stretching his arms behind his head. “C’mon. It’s just coffee. Two totally normal people, drinking totally normal drinks, having totally normal conversations.”

You tilt your head. “Except one of those people is Tony Stark.”

He smirks. “Details.”

The conversation flows easier than you expect. Tony is Tony—sarcastic, charming, occasionally insufferable—but there’s something different about him too. Something quieter, less performative. When he asks about your latest assignments, he actually listens. When he teases you about your coffee choice, he’s grinning like he’s enjoying himself. And despite yourself, you relax.

An hour passes before you even realize it. When the check comes, Tony reaches for it, but you snatch it first.

“Oh, no,” you say. “You don’t get to lock me in a room, trick me into a date, and then pay for it. That’s too much power in your hands.”

Tony grins. “I like when you say it’s a date.”

You glare at him but hand your card to the waitress anyway. As she walks away, Tony drums his fingers against the table. “So, since this wasn’t that bad…”

You arch an eyebrow. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” he says, grinning. “How about another? No life-threatening situations this time, I promise.”

You pretend to consider. “Mm. I do enjoy not almost dying.”

“So, that’s a yes?”

You sigh, shaking your head with a small smile. “Fine. One more.”

One turns into two. Then three. Then you stop counting.

Each time, the excuses you give yourself get weaker. You tell yourself it’s just coffee, just catching up, just something casual between two people who used to know each other too well. But then coffee turns into lunch. Lunch turns into late-night drives when Tony shows up outside your place with two burgers and that damn smile.

“I was in the neighborhood,” he says.

“You don’t live in this neighborhood.”

“Well, I do now. Temporarily.”

You roll your eyes but open the door anyway.

And somewhere between all of it, things start to shift. The teasing never stops, but it gets softer. The conversations turn a little deeper. He stops deflecting every time you ask something real. And you stop pretending that being around him doesn’t feel… right.

It’s not dramatic, not some grand moment where everything clicks into place. It’s gradual, like slipping back into an old habit you forgot you loved.

And then, one night, you’re sitting next to him in his workshop, watching him tinker with something you don’t recognize. It’s quiet, comfortable. He tosses you a wrench without looking up.

“Hold this.”

You catch it. “Why?”

“Because I said so.”

You roll your eyes but don’t argue. The quiet stretches, but it’s the good kind. The kind that doesn’t feel like it needs filling.

Then, without thinking, you say, “Are we dating again?”

Tony pauses mid-turn of his screwdriver. He looks up, blinking at you. “Huh.”

“Huh?” You frown. “That’s all you have to say?”

“Well, I thought we were,” he says, setting his tools down. “Unless you’ve just been using me for my riveting company and excellent taste in burgers.”

You snort. “Excellent taste? You eat the same three things.”

He grins. “And yet, you keep eating them with me.”

You hesitate, then sigh. “Yeah. I guess I do.”

Tony watches you for a second longer, then nudges you lightly with his foot. “So? We making this official or what?”

You shake your head, but there’s no denying the warmth in your chest. “Guess we are.”

Tony smirks, victorious. “Knew it.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

And you do.

One second, you’re bantering; the next, your lips are on his, his hands framing your face like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

You don’t pull away. You don’t even hesitate. You just kiss him back like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Because maybe it is.

The wrench you were holding clatters onto the workbench, forgotten. Tony pulls you closer, backing you against the edge of the table, and you let him. His hands slip down to your waist, fingers pressing into the fabric of your shirt like he’s relearning something he never meant to forget.

You break away just long enough to mutter, “This is a terrible idea.”

“Yep.” He kisses you again.

Your fingers tangle in his shirt, pulling him closer as the heat between you builds. There’s a hum of energy in the air, electric and inevitable, like a storm rolling in. He lifts you onto the workbench, knocking over a few stray tools, but neither of you cares. His lips find your neck, his breath hot against your skin, and you let your head tilt back, exhaling sharply.

“You taste like engine grease,” he murmurs, grinning against your jaw.

You laugh, breathless. “And whose fault is that?”

He doesn’t answer—just kisses you again, deeper this time, like he’s making up for lost time. Like this was always meant to happen. And maybe it was.

—

A few days later, you’re standing in a briefing room, arms crossed as you watch Fury pace back and forth in front of the holo-display. It’s the same as always—another mission, another classified objective, another dangerous situation that requires your skill set.

But something is different. And Fury notices.

He stops mid-sentence, narrowing his one good eye at the two of you. You glance at Tony, who is standing next to you, looking too relaxed. Suspiciously relaxed. He smirks at Fury like he knows exactly what’s going through his head.

Fury folds his arms. “Something’s different.”

You feign innocence. “Different how?”

He squints. “You tell me. You two normally bicker like an old married couple, but today…” He gestures between you and Tony. “There’s a thing happening.”

Tony tilts his head. “A thing?”

Fury glares. “A thing. A change. A shift in the atmosphere. And I don’t like it.”

You sigh. “Can we focus on the mission?”

“Oh, I am,” Fury says. “I’m just trying to determine whether or not I need to separate you two like misbehaving teenagers.”

Tony leans in slightly. “Technically, we are misbehaving.”

You elbow him in the ribs.

Fury groans, rubbing his temples. “I don’t have time for whatever this is. Just don’t let whatever this is get in the way of the mission.”

“No distractions,” you assure him.

“No making out in the middle of a gunfight,” he warns.

Tony gasps. “You think so little of me.”

Fury raises a brow.

“…Okay, fair,” Tony concedes.

Fury sighs, already exhausted. “Get out of my sight.”

As you and Tony leave the room, he nudges you. “So… does this mean we’re official-official?”

You roll your eyes but can’t fight the smile. “I guess so.”

Tony grins. “Knew it.”

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Crimson Ties ~ 3

CRIMSON TIES MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 2,740ish

Summary: You go to your new house.

Warning(s): abuse, nonconsensual touching, inappropriate talk, vomit

Notes: If you haven't seen it yet, linked here is the floor plan that I made for the mansion. Please send in reactions!

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“Maria Stark has requested that you come to your new house,” your father said as you stood in front of his desk in his office. “I will not deny her the request because we cannot afford for this deal to sour. But you will not be allowed to go alone, Brock will be accompanying you.”

“Understood,” you replied.

“Do not do anything to embarrass me. And dress nice. You may run into Howard and Tony while you are out and I need you to be impressive.”

“Okay.”

“And be prepared to report back when you come home. You’re dismissed.”

You turned around and headed back to your room to change. Brock followed you, with a commanding hand on your lower back. He entered your room with you and went over to your bed, lounging arrogantly on it.

“Put on a show for me, Y/N,” he requested with a devious look plastered on his face. “I want to see you all dolled up and pretty for me. Though we can pretend it’s for the Stark’s.”

This wasn't the first time that Brock came in demanding a show from you as you figured out an outfit. So you took a deep breath and headed for your closet. You pulled an outfit and began changing into it.

“You know,” Brock spoke from your bed, “one day, when you’re my wife, I’ll have you changing in front of me.” You felt bile come up your throat at the thought. “Hopefully, I won’t have to wait too long.” 

You hated the way he was talking, like he knew something more than you did. Which was always the case. You were always kept in the dark and given no control over your life. It wouldn’t shock you if you were originally promised to Brock before your father conjured up the deal with the Stark’s. But the fact that he was saying that you’d be his wife eventually was unsettling. You may not know Tony Stark, but being his wife had to be better than being Brock Rumlow’s wife.

~~~

The only reason why Brock let you sit in the back of the car was because he didn’t want to risk the Stark’s seeing something that would jeopardize the deal. You were grateful for it. When you pulled up to a gate, it immediately opened, allowing Brock to drive the car through. The long driveway was lined with tall trees. Your eyes fell to the large fountain in the front of the mansion before they scanned up to the grand building. You gasped. It was larger than your father’s, which he definitely won’t be happy about, and it looked brand new. Maria, Natasha, and two other unfamiliar faces were waiting for you outside of the mansion. Brock rushed around to open your door once he was parked. Maria was quickly in front of you before Brock could do anything more.

“Y/N,” she greeted with a large grin, pulling you in for a hug. You tensed, not used to being hugged like this. Maria quickly pulled away once she felt you tense. “I’m sorry, I should have asked.”

“No,” you shook your head. “I’m fine.”

She gave your arms a gentle squeeze before taking one of your hands and leading you towards those waiting. “You’ve met Natasha.”

“Nice to see you again, Y/N,” Natasha said. You could tell her focus was more on the man behind you, eyeing him suspiciously.

“You too,” you replied.

“And this is Peggy,” Maria continued. “Peggy manages the Stark offices and basically everything else.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Peggy said with a small smile. You gave her a nod.

“And this is Rhodey. Head of our security.”

“Ma’am,” Rhodey said with a nod. His eyes were focused on Brock too.

“Uh, this is Brock Rumlow,” you introduced, “my bodyguard.”

“Yes, I am the one in charge of Y/N’s safety,” Brock confirmed.

“Not for long,” Rhodey mumbled.

You could feel Brock tense behind you. HIs hand came up to the small of your back, as a reminder to you and to show everyone who was actually in charge. Maria gave your hand a light squeeze, reminding you that she was still there.

“Let’s take a tour of your new home,” Maria said, guiding you into the mansion. Brock never lost his stride, keeping on the other side of you with a hand on your back.

Maria, Peggy, Natasha, and Rhodey worked together to explain the house. There were two big garages, the left for Tony and the right for you. The same with most of the interior of the house. The right side held an extra full size bath, a laundry room, your extremely big bed and bath, and four extra bedrooms. Tony’s side was the same except for the studio was his office with a staircase leading down to the basement. Rhodey assured you that you would never have to go to the basement and that you should just forget about it.

The shared living space was large in excess. The ceilings seemed to be impossibly higher in the middle of the house. There was a large kitchen to the left of the entry way with a pantry and island. There was a dining room off to the side of it as well as a piano. There was a sitting area with a fireplace that had large bookshelves on either side of it, going all the way up the walls with a moving ladder to reach the highest shelf. 

Out back, there was a massive pool and hot tub. Past those features, was a large yard. It was all beautiful and manicured to absolute perfection. Peggy informed you that there were two other houses on the property, one on either side of the house. She explained that the houses were for your members of security and other household workers. 

Maria let you go explore your side of the house for a moment, staying in the living area to talk to Peggy, Natasha, and Rhodey. Brock, of course, followed you. He smirked at the sight of the side entrance and leaned in so that his lips brushed against your ear.

“Did you make a request for that door?” He asked. His hands came up to your waist, tugging you closer from behind. Your breath hitched. “A secret entry, just for me? So that I can come see you overnight after your husband has gone to bed?” You stayed silent, wanting the situation to be over. “Don’t need to be so quiet about it, sweetheart. I know you’ll be happy to see me.”

You finally stepped out of his grasp and headed back for the others. As they heard your footsteps, they looked over at you and Brock could sense that something was off.

“Rumlow, quick question,” Rhodey called. “Is your boss expecting someone from his team to join our security when Y/N gets married?”

“He’s actually expecting me to,” Brock responded. Natasha and Peggy didn’t miss the way you tensed. “I have been in charge of Y/N’s protection for years. I know her routine and what is best for her.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t think Mr. Stark would appreciate that. Yes, this deal is to merge the families but we have enough security to take care of her.”

“I don’t think my boss with approve of that.”

“Then he can take it up with Mr. Stark. As of right now, none of Stane’s men, including you, will be joining our team.”

The immense relief that you felt due to Rhodey’s words. You knew that Brock and your father would fight to get Brock on your new security team. But you would have some space, at least for a little while. Maria reached over and gently took your hand.

“Let’s go talk alone, my dear,” she said, guiding you away. She noticed Brock moving to follow out of the corner of her eye. “She will be fine, Mr. Rumlow. We won’t be long.” Then she quickly led you to your new studio and shut the door. “I got this space fully stocked with the best items for your pottery. I looked at your list and went overboard, I hope that’s okay.”

You nodded. “It’s too much,” you told her. “It’s all too much… Thank you.”

“You don’t have to apologize, dear. You’re family now. You say the word and it’s yours.”

“Thank you,” you repeated, words failing you.

Maria gave you a kind smile, stepping closer to you. “I have a hard question to ask and I know that you may not want to give me the truth, but I need you to.” Your heart began pounding nervously. “Rumlow… do you want him on your team? I can make it happen by talking to Howard. But we are concerned. If you are seeing him on the side, it’s fine. It happens. I won’t judge. But I want to know if you truly want him on your team.”

You swallowed before shaking your head slightly. “N—No,” you squeaked. “Please… no.”

Maria could see you growing emotional and immediately brought you into a hug. “Oh, sweet girl. I’ll make sure that once you’re here, that you’ll be safe. I promise you that.”

You wanted to retort with that she couldn’t promise that. She didn’t know the lengths that your father and Brock could still go to control your life. She also didn’t know what type of husband her son would be. But you needed to trust her and it was mostly easy to do since Maria had only shown you kindness. When she pulled back, she gave you another smile.

“Let’s go back out there,” she said. 

Maria took your hand and led you out of the studio and back into the gigantic living space. The tension was thick and when you looked around, you realized why. Standing there, in slacks, a t-shirt, a suit jacket, and tinted sunglasses was your future husband.

“Tony,” Maria greeted kindly. “I’m so glad you could stop by.” She let go of your hand and walked over to hug her son. 

“Hi, mom,” he muttered, giving her a kiss to the cheek.

“I want you to meet Y/N.” She turned and motioned you over but you were hesitant to move. Brock immediately came to your side, glaring at Tony.

“So this is Stane’s spoiled brat that dad is hooking me to.”

“Tony!” Maria scolded. 

“We’re done here,” Brock stated. 

Brock gripped your upper arm and began dragging you out of the mansion. He squeezed your arm harder as the others began calling after you. He practically threw you in the car before rushing around and speeding off. You could feel the phone in your pocket buzzing and you hated that you couldn’t get it out in fear that Brock would take it away. Brock shouted the whole ride home about what an idiot Tony Stark was and how he was taking what’s his. When you arrived, he marched you straight to your father.

“Let me guess, she was embarrassing,” Obadiah immediately stated as Brock pushed you into the office.

“Well she did break down in front of Maria Stark,” Brock responded. “Tony Stark is a bastard though.” Brock pulled you in front of him, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you against him and his free hand gripped your chin. “I deserve her. She was promised to me. Your business was promised to me as long as I married her.”

“I told you, Brock, that there will be a time when you will marry my daughter and then you will have my business and hopefully the Stark’s as well.”

“It’s not enough! I want her! Every part of her.”

“I heard that Tony has a whore on the side and is planning on keeping her. I’m sure that Y/N will do the same.”

You hated how they were talking about you like you weren’t even there. Like you were an object for them to play with and Brock was holding you as such.

“The Stark’s head of security said that I will not be allowed to be a part of her security team once she’s married,” Brock added. “You know I can’t stay away from her for long.” He pinched your chin and tilted your head to the side before burying his face into your neck.

“I will handle that,” your father promised. “I need you on the inside for our plan to unfold.”

You were barely focused on the conversation happening, too busy trying to keep yourself calm and from throwing up. You tensed as Brock began to leave wet kisses along your neck.

“Please, not in my office, Rumlow,” Obadiah said. “If there’s something you want to do, take it elsewhere.”

“Oh, there’s something I want to do,” Brock mumbled against your neck. “But I think it would be much more fun with a married woman. Let’s go sweetheart. I’ll walk you back to your room.”

Brock kept his hands on you as he took you to your room. He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. Spinning you around, he slammed you against the door.

“I wish that we had time to talk about all the things I want to do to you,” he murmured. His eyes scanned your body like predator to prey. “I could show you a few already if you want?” He brought a hand to your face and ran his fingers in random patterns alone your skin. “Do you want that, sweetheart?”

“N-no,” you squeaked. “Wa—wait… Let’s wait.”

Brock’s face broke into a devious grin. “I knew you were on the same page as me. Good girl.” He kissed your cheek before shoving you to the side and leaving your room.

You fell to your knees and began throwing up violently. Sobs wracked your body as you did so. Where you just being forced to trade one hell for another? Where you even going to get out of the hell you were currently in? Your father and Brock weren’t going to pull the pressure off of you. And your future husband already thought you were a brat. 

How were you going to survive all of this? 

~~~

“She’s not answering,” Natasha stated after she had tried to call you.

Maria sighed, turning her attention to her son. “Can the rest of you give us some space? I need to talk to my son.” The others quickly disappeared. “I can’t believe you said that to Y/N. I thought I raised you better.”

Tony scoffed. “You don’t know her. She could very well be a spoiled brat.”

“Anthony Edward Stark, you need to watch your words! I have barely known that girl a week, but I can promise that I know enough of the trauma that she has endured. You may think that she’s a spoiled brat because of how Obadiah acts, but I can promise you she is not. Take off your sunglasses and look at me.” Tony sighed but obeyed his mother. “You will treat Y/N with respect and you will be kind to her. She hasn’t known kindness like you have. She hasn’t been lucky like you.”

“You want me to feel pity for the woman that dad is forcing me to marry?”

“Yes, I do! She didn’t ask for this either and she doesn’t deserve to be punished by you.” Maria looked out the back windows for a moment, gathering more of her thoughts, before turning back to Tony. “I know that you have Pepper and I am sure that you will keep seeing her no matter what anyone tells you. But you will stay respectful and keep Pepper away from Y/N. You will do this because I asked you to. Understand?”

“Yes, mom.”

“Good… No one is asking you to love Y/N, but everyone expects you to treat her well. She needs it, more than you know.”

Tony was curious at what his mother meant. But he knew not to press. His mother would not tell him things that were meant for you to share.

“I hope that you will do better than what I witnessed today,” Maria continued.

Tony sighed as Maria walked out. He was to marry you, a complete stranger, in two days. This would be your shared home. He could try to play nice, if only for his mother.

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[mcntsee]

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[that1geek06]

"English isn't my-"

Hush now my friend, and let me read the absolute beauty of a fic that you have bestowed this world and humiliated the first English speakers with

[actually-mentally-ill]

finding out making up whole detailed scenarios with fictional characters in your head is a “sign of mental illness”

[bethsvrse]

pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink

[mx-pastelwriting]

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Crimson Ties ~ 4

CRIMSON TIES MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 2,390ish

Summary: The wedding and your first night as husband and wife.

Warning(s): abuse, nonconsensual touching, inappropriate talk

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Your hands were trembling as members of your father’s female office staff, fluttered around you. You were standing on a pedestal in front of a large mirror as they forced you into your wedding dress and got you done up for the wedding. You could barely recognize yourself in the mirror as you stared at yourself, ignoring the bustling around you. 

You were about to marry Tony Stark. A man who clearly didn’t like you. You knew that he was being forced into this as much as you were. And it sure seemed like he was going to take that frustration out on you.

Eventually, you were all ready for your wedding and left alone. It was a relief and felt like it was going to be your only moment to truly breath all day. Unfortunately, your small moment of peace was interrupted when Brock waltzed in. 

“Hot,” he immediately commented. 

His eyes took their time running down your back side. You swallowed uncomfortably as you kept your eyes down, not wanting to watch his actions from the mirror in front of you. Brock came over and wrapped his arms around you. 

“I wish that you were this dressed up for me,” he murmured. 

Brock’s hands moved up your front and cupped your breasts. Your breath hitched and your eyes snapped to watch what he was doing in the mirror. You couldn’t prevent the rapid beating of your heart and the churning of your stomach.

“Why don’t we run away?” Brock suggested, brushing his nose against your cheek. “Then you can finally be mine.”

“We— we can’t, Brock,” you stammered. “My father—“

“I know, I know, your old man wouldn’t be happy. Besides, he promised me his whole business. I can’t pass up an opportunity to have his business and his daughter. Guess that I’ll just have to wait.” 

He forcefully turned you around and pulled you in for a sickening kiss. You didn’t kiss back, just letting him run his open mouth over your mouth. His tongue wiping over you, like he was liking a popsicle.

“That’s enough,” your father ordered. Brock pulled away. You hadn’t even noticed that your father had entered the room. “Go find your seat, Brock, before you ruin her too much.”

Brock gave you one last devilish grin before slipping out of the room. You looked at your father, trying not to be hopeful that he’d say something kind.

“In this marriage, you cannot embarrass me,” he stated, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You will do what your husband asks. Everything your husband asks. Whether it is sexual, household chores, what to where. You belong to him. Do you understand?”

You nodded. “Yes, father.”

“You also cannot forget that you are my daughter. There will be a time that I need you to do something and I expect that it gets done without complications.”

“I understand.”

He grunted as he came over and offered you his arm. “Let’s get this over with then.”

~~~

Tony threw down the glass of whiskey as his father and mother entered the room.

“Oh, you look so handsome, Anthony,” Maria complimented. She went up to him and straightened his tie as he tossed the glass onto the table.

Tony scoffed. “I feel like a prisoner.”

“Get over it, Tony,” Howard retorted. 

“Make me.”

“You will take this serious, Tony. This is about more than just you. Obadiah Stane is a dangerous man and we would do better to have him on our side, even if this is the way to do it. So, you will get up there, say I do, sign the needed documents, and take your wife home to bed her.”

“Howard!” Maria exclaimed. “Y/N is not an object. She is a scared girl, who deserves respect.” Her focus fell back on Tony. “Tony, you will not force anything more upon that poor girl. She doesn’t want this anymore than you do. You will be respectful and will not push her boundaries.”

“They are to be married, Maria. Sex it part of it.”

“Not if they don’t want it to be. Not if they don’t want each other. Nothing has to happen. The deal was that they marry and Obadiah and you become business partners. Sex was never the deal.”

“Maria—“

“No. Tony will be respectful and not force himself upon Y/N, right?”

“Of course,” Tony replied, more to just end this conversation than anything.

Howard glanced at his watch. “We’ve got to go. Smile, Tony. It’s your wedding day.”

~~~

Your father grinned with fake pride as he led you down the aisle. You wished you could disappear as the eyes of other crime families, Stark employees, and Stane employees followed you. You kept your eyes ahead at the wall behind the minster. Tony’s hands were stuffed in his pocket as he stood in front of the minster, staring off to the wall at the side. He didn’t want this. He hated his father for making him do this.

Obadiah led you in front of Tony and pressed a kiss to your cheek before going to sit on the front row next to Brock, who was glaring daggers at Tony. You and Tony looked passed each other as the minister began speaking. Your hands were collapsed together in front of you as you took deep breaths to try to remain calm. Your heart was beating so hard, you felt like you might pass out.

The minister pulled the rings out, revealing two matching gold bands. Like robots, you and Tony quickly placed them on each others fingers and mumbled ‘I do’ when prompted.

“I now announce you as husband and wife, Mr and Mrs. Stark,” the minster said. “You may kiss the bride.”

You stayed still, not knowing what to do. Tony could feel the weight of his father’s gaze, urging him to step forward. Tony stepped forward and placed his hands on your arms. You immediately tensed, which he took notice. As he leaned in, he could hear that your breaths were coming out in short, barely there pants. Tony’s large brown eyes locked with yours and he could see how you seemed to be drowning from the inside. His mom’s words filled his head.

“She hasn’t known kindness like you have. She hasn’t been lucky like you.”

Clearly, whatever his mom truly meant by that wasn’t good. And the longer he gripped your arms, the more he could feel you trembling. You were just a scared girl, forced into this marriage. Everyone was waiting impatiently for you two to kiss, but even Tony knew that it wasn’t right. He leaned in over to your ear, covering your face from the prying eyes.

“Follow my lead,” he whispered.

You gave a barely there nod. As gently as he could, Tony turned you so that his back was blocking you from view. He leaned you back a little and kissed the corner of your mouth. The crowded room cheered and applauded. Tony carefully stood you back up and let you go before stepping away.

Howard and Obadiah got up from there seats and stood next to you two. Servers seemingly appeared out of nowhere and began handing out glasses of champagne. Your father put an arm around you and smiled, leaning in close.

“Smile, daughter,” he demanded lowly. “You’re not fooling anyone.”

You exhaled shakily and pressed out a smile.

“Everyone, please take a glass of champagne!” Howard encouraged. “We must toast to our new union!”

A glass was forced into your hand before you even realized it. Everything was a blur as people toasted and celebrated. You stood there, frozen. A smile plastered on your face as you were unable to lift the glass to your lips. 

A few long minutes later, you were being forcefully maneuvered over to the nearby table and a pen was shoved into your hand. With a shaky signature, you signed whatever documents they placed in front of you. You were truly signing your life away and you had no choice in the matter. 

You were grateful that there was no party afterwards. Everyone simply went back to their lives. Your father, Maria, and Howard walked you and Tony out to the car, where Tony’s driver was waiting to take you to your new home. Your father pulled you into a rare, overly tight hug.

“You give him whatever he wants,” Obadiah ordered in your ear. “Whatever he wants. When ever. You are still my daughter. Do not dare to embarrass me.”

He pulled away and Maria quickly engulfed you in a gentle hug.

“Let me know if you need anything,” she told you. “I’ll come over in a couple of days to make sure you’re all settled.”

“Okay,” you whispered. “Thank you… for being so kind.”

“My dear, you deserve all the kindness the world has to offer and more.”

“We should let the newlyweds go,” Howard said.

Maria released you from her hug and gave you a small smile. Over her shoulder, you could see Brock watching you carefully. You knew that Maria would try her best to prevent Brock from working with you, but you also knew that your father had his ways. Tony’s driver opened the back door and Tony looked at you expectantly. You walked over and slid into the car. Tony came in behind you and the door was shut, leaving the two of you in a thick silence. 

You both kept to your own sides of the car as Tony’s driver, who’s name was Happy, took you to your new home. You kept your eyes focused out the window while Tony’s eyes kept finding their way to you. He was waiting for the shoe to drop. For the brattiness and annoyingness to suddenly appear from you. But it wasn’t coming. You just seemed scared and tense. His phone buzzed, pulling his attention away from you. Tony pulled his phone out of his jacket and opened the message.

Pepper: Hey Tones :) How was the wedding? Still want me to come over tonight?

Tony glanced your way briefly before answering.

Tony: It was fine. It’s over now. Yeah. Come over in an hour.

Pepper: Can’t wait :) I’ll make sure to wear white ;)

Tony sighed, slipping his phone back into his jacket. When Happy pulled up to the house, he opened your door first. 

“Thank you,” you whispered as you got out.

He shot you a smile. “Anytime, ma’am,” he replied.

Tony got himself out of the car and started into the house. You quickly followed, little a lost puppy, growing more nervous with every step. Your father ordered you to do whatever Tony wanted, that meant sex. It was your wedding night and Tony was most likely expecting it. You would have to be okay with that. You couldn’t afford to embarrass your father.

Tony began removing his tie as he walked towards his side of the house. You followed not too far behind, not knowing what to do. When Tony noticed that you were behind him, he turned around.

“Do you need something?” He immediately asked.

“Uh, I— Well….” You stammered nervously. “It’s just— I was told—“

“I’m not going to force you into sex, don’t worry. Doesn’t matter that it’s our wedding night. You can just stick to your side of the house and I’ll stick to mine. Alright?” You quickly nodded. “Good.” Tony spun on his heal and headed for his side of the house.

You let out a deep breath that you didn’t know you were holding and slowly made your way to your new bedroom. You wanted to get out of this wedding dress, feeling like it was weighing you down. Entering your closet, you found it full of new clothes. There was a note sitting on one of the shelves. You opened it.

I hope you like the clothes. The girls and I picked them out. Let me know if you don’t and we can all go shopping. With love, Maria

You smiled at the note. Maria was too kind to you and you were grateful for it. You found a comfortable outfit and relieved yourself of the wedding dress. After finding some snacks in the kitchen, you found yourself exploring your new studio. There was everything you needed for your ceramic projects and more. There were plenty of tables, kilns of different sizes, multiple wheels, and multiples of a variety of tools.

Slipping an apron over your head and tying it around you, you turned on some soft classical music and got to work. Your worried quickly melting away as you got lost in actions.

~~~

“So, how is she?” Pepper questioned as she cuddled close to Tony. “She bratty? Is she going to drive you crazy and constantly spend your money?”

“Who?” Tony questioned, his mind going many different places.

“Y/N, obviously.”

“Oh, yeah, right. I don’t really know her. She’s… quiet.”

“I’m sure that won’t last long.”

Tony simply hummed, not knowing what to make of you just yet.

~~~

Pepper fell asleep not too long later and Tony slipped out of bed. He pulled a pair of sweats on and padded out to the shared living space for a drink. The sound of soft classical music caught his attention. It was clearly coming from your side. Too curious to respect that it was your side of the house, Tony quietly made his way towards the music. 

The double doors of what Tony thought was your office, as it mirrored where his was, were cracked open and the sound of music floated from it. He inched closer and peered inside. Tony was shocked to see that it wasn’t an office, it seemed to be an art studio. You were standing at one of the middle table, kneading some claying. You had dried clay on almost every inch of you but you looked more at ease than Tony had ever seen.

Tony stood there and watched for far too long. He only broke out of his trance when he heard Pepper calling his name. He was grateful when you didn’t seem to hear her. After giving you one last glance, Tony headed back to his side of the house and rejoined Pepper in bed. He fell asleep wondering what the hell your story was.

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[theyloveniahhhhh]

Right now i need a fat blunt in between my lips a twisted tea in my left hand and a hot 6'5 short tempered man in the right hand and then i just maybe i can go to sleep

[miryum]

does anyone else get, like, jealous when a fictional character dates or has a crush on another character?

... no? just me?

[waltermis]

I miss them 🥹🥲