#tony x reader

[romanoffshouse]

[Natasha speaking Russian]

Y/N, sighing: Yeah, I know.

Tony: You speak Russian?

Y/N: No. I just know the phrase, "This is all your fault"

Y/N: She says it a lot.

[saraakpotter]

avengers incorrect quote: flirting

avengers imprisoned Loki and are standing in front of him

Nat {to the others}: we have to wait till y\n gets here

Loki {overhearing}: y\n?

Clint: yes, obviously!

Steve: she is an avenger!

Loki: i know who she is

Bruce: she wanted to get some files from s.h.i.e.l.d she will be here any minuet

Loki: {nod}

Nat: oh by the way Loki.....dont flirt with her

Tony: yeah reindeer games, its kinda obvious you know? you being the enemy and stuff......

Loki: shut up, besides im not going to fli......

{y\n walks in}

Loki: im a god you mortals cant tell me what to do!

[tonycries]

In honor of 35k - Y'ALL ASKED AND ALPHA TONY ALWAYS PROVIDES AHAHA. Again thank you smmm and ahh hope you have a lovely day <3

“T-too big daddy Tony-”

Yet, Tony’s utterly alpha growls drown out your pitiful whimpers - and there’s just about nothing you can do other than take it. 

You can practically feel the wrath of every omega within a five-mile radius when she’s plunging in her alpha schlong right into you. Just the tip managing in but already brushing against your lungs - honestly, did she take notes from Titan’s Bride or what?

“Heh, already babbling?” Tony rolls her darkened eyes, and with a few clawed hands on your poor hips, she’s dragging you up and down her full lengths. Yes, dragging - it’s just too big for you to physically do anything. 

Riding up and down up and down - it’s just about causing seismic tremors from how skibidi her thrusts were. The Richter scale was going wild-

“N-noo–” you’re biting back, arms looping around her muscled shoulders. “Jus’ hngh- you’re in so deep already, daddy.”

“Well then, hope you don’t mind…” Tony’s alpha drawl makes you bust out in another high all over again. “I invited a little friend over in celebration for 35k tonight.”

The door opens.

And there she stands.

Y/n.

Flicking her golden blonde hair over one shoulder while she bats her greenish-blueish-purpleish big orbs at you, her petit 3’7 figure practically towering at the doorway curvaceously but not too curvaceously because this is y/n after all. “A-a-am I late to the party?”

[cas-kingdom]

The Night Shift

A/N: First NCIS fic! Decided to keep my OC's name instead of reader as I'm pretty attached to her.

If you're alone on V Day, here's some Gibbs. <3

Title: The Night Shift

Summary: What's worse than a sick Gibbs? A sick mini Gibbs.

Words: 2568

It was two am, and Emmie Gibbs was tired.

She wrinkled her nose as something tickled at it and sat up to reach for the packet of tissues sitting dutifully by the pillow.

It was two am, and Emmie Gibbs was sick and tired.

Tony, the shit-stirrer that he was, leaned precariously back in his swivel chair to stare at her. If it weren’t for the squeak of the chair itself, she still would have noticed his sudden attention by the feeling of his eyes boring into her for perhaps the tenth time since they’d set up camp in the NCIS building about five hours ago. He was relentless.

Emmie paused. Tissue wedged in her nose, sinuses burning, she looked up and stared at him. Tony rose an eyebrow. Emmie hardened her stare. Tony, because he was Tony, purposefully leaned further back so she could see the exact moment he dramatically cupped a hand to his stupid little mouth and—

“Giiibbs!”

Emmie’s jaw tensed. Tony grinned in superfluous victory.

Another squeak, a more familiar one this time, and Gibbs’s swivel chair glided along the carpeted floor around the divider between the cubicles until he could see Emmie. She was still sitting up, looking quite the sight with a tissue halfway up her right nostril and her hair sticking at all angles. On any other day she would have responded to Tony’s pure gall by glaring him straight into the ground. But today was not that day. Today was a bad day. Today, her week-long, just-about-bearable cold had decided to manifest into sinusitis, and she’d woken with a face that felt as though tiny little men were mining for gold in her skull. Ducky had liked that metaphor.

Partly because she was absolutely awful at caring for herself when she was ill, and partly—mostly—because he knew he wouldn’t have been able to concentrate on work if she was left to fend for herself at home, Gibbs had dragged Emmie into the office with him. She’d made her rounds all day—curled up on Abby’s little couch at first, then bundled off to an empty room when Abby found working in silence too impossible. At lunchtime, a meeting had been scheduled in the room, and she’d been forced to accompany Gibbs and Tony in the car to a naval base connected to the case they were working on, sniffling and groaning in the back seat like a Victorian child on her death bed.

And here she was now, at two a bloody m, lying on an ungodly amount of blankets, wrapped in Gibbs’s jacket and Tony’s hoodie, on the floor, feeling like her body was readying to explode. Life couldn’t get worse.

Unless you were acquainted with Tony DiNozzo. In which case, life could, and most certainly would, get worse.

Gibbs dipped his head and rose an eyebrow at Emmie. Emmie couldn’t do much in her defence but sniff. Hard. A slight protest only she had the guts to attempt. It was when he pointed a finger at her and motioned with it for her to lie down again that Emmie tossed her arms up.

“Do you know—” Another sniff—“Do you even know how hard it is to lie down and feel your sinuses drain into your throat?” Her voice was so nasally she couldn’t sound stern, even if she put every ounce of effort into it.

Tony, naturally, did not try hard to cover his amusement at that. He snorted and crossed his arms over his chest, spinning from side to side absently in his chair with the tip of his tongue held between his smirking lips when Emmie turned narrowed eyes on him.

“I was getting a tissue, FYI,” she said to him and only him. “So, you can stop being a kiss ass, Anthony.”

“Emmie.” Gibbs disappeared behind the divider again. “Back to sleep.”

Tony, meanwhile, gaped. “Kiss ass who?”

Emmie ignored him and shuffled back down again. She shut her eyes and swallowed. Already the disgusting stuff had decided the place it wanted to be right now was her stomach, and was meandering slowly down her throat towards it.

“You were being a bit of a kiss ass,” she heard Gibbs agree.

“Oh, come on. You said you wanted her to sleep!”

“Yeah, and I do.”

“But you’re gonna call me a kiss ass when I tell you she’s not sleeping? Kiss my ass.”

“What was that?”

“Sorry, Boss.”

In all honesty, there was nothing more that Emmie wanted least right now than to sleep. True, she was exhausted, but the part of her brain not currently still enshrouded in said exhaustion wanted to be up and active again, helping Gibbs with the case like her internship allowed.

And yet, the man still believed she needed her head on a pillow.

The team had been working on a case all day, one she didn’t know the specifics of. It wasn’t exactly often that they stayed in the office well into the night to continue their current case, but it appeared Gibbs had a weird feeling about this one. From the snippets of conversation that she’d picked up and actually retained in her decrepit brain, a potential witness was lying unconscious in a hospital bed somewhere, and Gibbs wanted to speak to him the moment he woke up, which, according to the doctors, could be at any time. That apparently required the entire team to stay behind which, considering the fact Emmie was currently holed up on the floor of Ziva’s empty cubicle, not everyone had complied with.

The moment Tony got out of his chair to help Gibbs with something and disappeared from her line of sight, Emmie eased herself into a sitting position once more. She reached for the tissues again, rubbing at her leaking nose with the sleeve of Gibbs’s jacket and not possessing the brain power to regret that decision. She blew into a tissue, paused to catch her breath, then—

“Gibbs.”

Emmie deflated completely. Wow. The world truly hated her today.

She looked up to see McGee walking in with a bag of takeout. He barely glanced at her as he passed, choosing to instead spend that energy alerting Gibbs to the fact she was, again, not lying down.

Before either Tony or Gibbs could come into view once more, Emmie sighed, stuck two bits of tissue in both nostrils, and scooted backwards to sit against the wall.

“Can’t breathe lying down,” she said before anyone could say a single word. “And I’m tired of being tired. I don’t want to sleep anymore. Leave me alone. Don’t talk to me. Shush.”

Tony’s head appeared around the corner, and he snorted again. Then the squeak of Gibbs’s chair as he got up. A rustling. A moment later he appeared with a takeout box in his hand, walking towards her. He lifted it so she could see, and she groaned, shaking her head. A corner of Gibbs’s mouth lifted but he wasn’t about to back down on this fight. He never did.

He knelt in front of her, close enough to see the pallidness of her face and the slight sickly tremble of her small frame. Emmie visibly relaxed when he reached out a hand to press against her forehead, the coolness of his skin momentarily dowsing the heat of hers.

Gibbs checked the watch at his wrist. “Another couple hours and you can dose up again.”

“Thanks.”

“Yep. ‘Till then…” He went to withdraw his hand, but Emmie’s own hand shot up and pinned his to her forehead.

“No,” she said simply.

“No to my hand leaving, or food?”

“No.”

“You gotta eat. You know the drill. Eat or sleep.” She grumbled something and Gibbs reached with his free hand to lift the lid on the box. The smell of warm chicken soup filled the space between them, and Emmie wrinkled her nose. “Come on, kiddo. It’s only soup.”

“I feel too sick to eat.”

“Sleep it is, then.”

“Dad—”

“Hey. The cure for alll Emmie-related illness is sleep. Always has been, always will be.” It was true. Gibbs knew his daughter better than she knew herself, after all. Everyone was different, but Emmie’s medicine was sleep until she could look him in the eye and confidently tell him she felt a bit better. If years of being a single parent had taught him anything, it was that.

With a bit of reluctance, he pulled his hand from her head and leant forward on his toes. “You don’t have to lie down to sleep,” he told her. “Here—” Emmie wasn’t quite sure what he was doing with the pillows and blankets behind her, but when he sat back and she turned as much as her aching neck would allow, there was a nice little DIY upright-bed against the wall. Gibbs, seemingly proud of his work, was met with a look of absolute discontent on his daughter’s face.

He puffed his cheeks out and glanced at the soup. “Aeroplane?”

“Seriously?” Emmie deadpanned.

He reached for the spoon, a teasing smile pulling at his lips. “Worked when you were a kid.”

“There’re a few keywords in that sentence, Dad. Are you trying to give Tony more fuel to embarrass me?”

Gibbs glanced over his shoulder. Tony had returned to his desk, leaning dangerously back in his chair to gain the best vantage point. The man had absolutely zero shame.

Gibbs jerked his head. “Check with the hospital about Lupin, would you, DiNozzo?”

Tony visibly deflated. Emmie sent him a smug look and he stuck his tongue out. Reluctantly, he wheeled back to his desk and picked up the phone. “Do this, DiNozzo, do that, DiNozzo,” he grumbled to himself. “Oh, while you’re at it, why don’t you polish my boots and write a thesis on my intellectual prowess, DiNozzo? Sure, I’ll get right on it, Boss!” He dialled the number and put the phone to his ear. “Should I get your laundry and your coffee too, Boss? Should I do—hi, there! Anthony DiNozzo, NCIS, calling for an update on a patient? Ryan Lupin. Yeah, I’ll hold. Thanks.”

“Dad.” Such an exasperated voice could only belong to the resident invalid, and after only a second’s hesitation, Tony—slowly—wheeled himself back, as far as the cord to the phone still held against his ear would allow. Emmie and Gibbs were still on the floor, the former looking most disgruntled at the spoon in the latter’s hand.

“I’m being serious,” she said then.

“So am I,” Gibbs said, “very serious. I’m being very serious right now. Soup?”

Emmie rolled her eyes, but a smile was pulling at her lips all the same. She shook her head. “Go back to your desk, old man.”

Tony’s brows shot up and he grinned. “Oohoohoo!” He was close to rubbing his hands together in sheer glee. “You gonna let her get away with that, Boss?”

“Lupin, DiNozzo.”

“I’m on hold!” The fact that Gibbs made no sign that he was going to pick his daughter up on her insult, when Tony knew that if he’d been the one to call his boss elderly he’d be getting a bit more than a slap to the back of the head, hit a sore spot. “Wait,” he said, looking hilariously appalled, “you’re actually gonna let her get away with it?”

Gibbs, defeated in this part only, dropped the spoon back in the box and put it on the desk. “I’ve been called worse,” he called back, “believe me.”

“Grandpa,” Emmie said.

“Thank you, Em, that’s very helpful.”

“Ninnyhammer, pillock, douche canoe, old man—”

“You already said that one.” Gibbs chuckled. “Douche canoe?”

Emmie shrugged. “Dunderhead.”

“Alright.”

“Ugly…nut.”

“Jemima.”

McGee, who’d since been silently working and eating at his desk, paused. Mouth open, forkful of noodles on its way, he turned confused eyes to the ground.

“Her name’s Jemima?”

Tony rolled his eyes. “How long you been here McGee?”

As soon as Emmie looked the slightest bit like she was about to resume her name-calling, Gibbs put his palm over her mouth. He rose a brow in warning. She blinked. Blinked again. Then—

“Aw, come on!” Gibbs’s face contorted into one of absolute disgust as a rush of air and wet stuff flew at his hand. He withdrew it immediately, holding it away from him, while Emmie sniffed and nonchalantly used the jacket sleeve again.

“You little crapbag.” It was the best he could come up with.

“What? You think I plan my sneezes?”

Tony, up until now quite enjoying the performance, rolled quickly back to the desk with the phone at his ear. “Hi, yeah, I’m still here.”

Gibbs stood and walked briskly to his desk so he could grab the stack of napkins the takeout had come with. “I don’t doubt anything when it comes to you.”

“Thank you.” Emmie rubbed at her red eyes with her hand and slumped against the back of the wall. Gibbs, coating his hands with sanitizer, watched with a knowing eye. He shook his hands and walked back around to Ziva’s cubicle, perching on the desk to look down at her.

“You’re sick,” he said.

“I know. And?”

“And, sick people eat soup, and they sleep. Okay? They don’t stay up at all hours of the night—nooo, no, no. I’m talking now, kiddo. I know you’ve been sleeping all day, I know you wanna get up and back to work, but that’s not happening until your fever’s gone. No point in fighting that, and you know full well. Clear?”

Any other day. Any. Other. Day. The protests were practically clawing at her throat. But a sudden wave of nausea rushed over her and she backed down immediately. Still, the thought of lying down again was awful, and the tired eyes she turned on her dad somehow translated that.

Gibbs sighed. “What’s it gonna take, huh?” Emmie didn’t need to think about her answer to that. She wasn’t even sure her expression had changed at all when Gibbs shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. “No,” he said, “come on, now. I gotta work.”

This time, she did change her expression, putting it on in the way she knew worked best. Gibbs, naturally, relented.

“Fine,” he said, motioning with his hands for her to move over. She did, though admittedly it was a bit of a pitiful move with her aching body. He breathed a short laugh but came to sit in the miniscule space she’d made beside her anyway.

“Thanks, douche canoe,” Emmie whispered.

Tony put the phone down. “Still knocked out, Boss,” he said, pushing his chair backwards. When he saw Gibbs on the floor, arm wrapped around his daughter, who had her head on his shoulder, he crossed his arms over his chest and positively pouted.

“Hey, why do you get to sleep?”

Gibbs chuckled and shut his eyes. “When you’ve got a sick kid, I’ll let you sleep on the office floor with her. Wake me before Lupin does, would you?”

“How am I—Boss? Boss?” Tony threw his arms up in the air and shook his head, grabbing a notebook from his desk to doodle in. “Kiss my ass.”

“Heard that.”

“I wanted you to.”

Well, one thing was for certain. Gibbs may have won this fight, but so had Emmie.

NCIS Masterpost

[nyxindustries]

Lock Down | Tony Stark

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Insert, T.S x Fem! Reader x Older x Younger Characters, Tony Stark x Y/n! Reader

Word Count: 2,000+

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, SMUT, Dom! Tony Stark,Sub! reader, Rough Sexual Intercourse, Explicit Language, brief smacking, ‘Daddy’ Name calling, semi-Slow burn (not really), Kinky Sex, Hair pulling, Scratching, Explicit Sexual read, Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it!)

| Masterlist |

Overriding the passcode to the lab since your lovely boyfriend Tony Stark officially locked himself in the lab because of stress with a new Iron Man suit.

The doors open to the lab as you step into the cold lab you see in the one single spotlight on above a hunched-over man on the table mumbling to himself as it looks like he’s trying to assemble part of a new Arc Reactor into the Iron Man suit with holograms all around him to help his work.

Setting down the tray of Tony’s favorite food on his desk that’s filled with little gadgets that you assume are new because you’ve never seen them before.

Quietly walking up to him as much as your heels allow as you stand behind him watching him build and solder a piece of metal together. It’s fascinating to you that Tony can get so lost in his work and look so beautiful while doing it, so laser-focused in his eyes with his eyebrows scrunched inward because he’s trying to make sense or putting together pieces of information in his mind, the wrinkles that appear on his forehead as his face goes relaxed.

Clearing your mind as you watch Tony's hand move to an object and your hand quickly covers the object as your free left hand snakes up his shoulder.

"Mhmm" Tony hums as he slowly looks at you and he places his hand on top of yours making you smile at him.

"Hi, how are you doing?" You ask gently and Tony gives you a look as his glasses tilt slightly.

"This Arc Reactor is not responding to the suit and I have no idea why…" Tony says quietly to you as you just nod knowing nothing about how all of this works. You're a SHIELD agent, you fight and try to save the world from aliens if possible.

"Anyways, it’s not your problem. What are you doing here?" Tony asks as he turns to you and you hand them the tray of food, which is two cheeseburgers and fries and onion rings.

"To Bring you your favorite food, thought you might need it. Put on a tray to be fancy" You joke with a weird mimic of an upper-class voice in the word ‘fancy’ making Tony smile but he doesn't laugh and he always laughs at your silliness or jokes. That's when you know he’s stressed as you watch him grab a cheeseburger and take a few quick bites as he shoves some of the fries in his mouth before turning around to the piece of the suit.

"…Tony…" you say but he goes back to soldering making you frown as you look around finding the plus as you quickly pull it out of the outlet making Tony instantly look up.

"What was that for?" Tony asks quickly as he reaches for the plug.

"Take a break! Eat something! Stop locking yourself in the lab!" You say him as you throw the plus across the room causing the soldering pen to fly across the table and fall off so Tony won’t touch it.

Tony giving you a wide-eyed look like he always does when he is stressed and when you decide to give him a break.

"Y/n-….Urghhhh" Tony groans out in frustration as he goes to get the tool but you quickly stop getting in between him and the table.

"No. Take a break." You say to him

"Make me! I need to finish this!" Tony says to you but you push him back.

"No, you’re not. Not today." You say and Tony stares at you.

"And who is going to stop me?" Tony asks and you smirk at him.

"I am, So take a break…" you say and Tony stares into your eyes as you stare back and your hands go to him.

"It will be good for you to clear your, Tone…" you say quietly as your hands slowly go underneath his shirt as he looks down at your hands.

"…y/n….I-I… I don’t have the time…I’m on a deadline." Tony says very quietly and you just chuckle.

"A deadline that’s next week…you have time and enough time to take out your frustrations too." You say as your hands skilled in what they do back off and come out of Tony's shirt as they pull your buttoned-up blouse out of pencil pencil-tight skirt, and start unbuttoning the buttons.

Tony watches you as you help you with buttons there and then until your breasts in a beautiful red lace bra are revealed.

"Take a break…it won’t be too bad." You say in the quietness that filled the air.

Tony's hands go to your waist as he lifts you to the lab table quickly. He takes one hand and clears the table with his arm by throwing everything off in one swoop with his arm, not caring about his work.

"You’re right, a break is what I need…Hey, Jarvis…Shut down the lab with soundproof…no one enters." Tony demands from his A. I just chime as the windows, doors, and glass all go dark and black with security screens from within the glass that Tony somehow installed and shut with security locks.

Staring at you as you feel his fingers crawl up your bare stomach now as his fingers hook underneath your bra and chase around to the hooks on the back that he undoes his one shot your bra falling as Tony yanks your shirt and bra off now, throwing them across the giant lab.

Tony's other hand, slides up your thigh underneath your skirt as he feels no underwear causing him to smirk, you planned this. The older man fingers gently caress your pussy causing you to shudder in pleasure for a moment as you hold your lips close so nothing can escape from them.

Seeing that smirk made your breath hitch in the quiet lab as Tony's eyes carefully trailed you up.

"Oh, no underwear…mhm that’s bad, baby girl…what if someone else saw what’s mine?" Tony questions and you just chuckle.

"Trust me, no one did…took them off right before I came in here…" you say with a smirk on your face as Tony grabs your chin tightly almost making your lips pucker as he forces you to look at him.

"You’re a brat…planning this so I can just fuck all my frustrations out on you," Tony says and you just stare at him.

"Yes." You choke out.

"How badly do you want?" He asks

"I want it hard, daddy." You choke out and Tony smirks at you as he lets go of your chin. It's bright red from his fingers.

"What else do you want?" He asks as he sees your hands slip into his pants you can see the growing tension in his pants.

"To please you daddy…" you say confidently as you push Tony back from you as you slip off the lab table completely undoing his pant button and zipper as his pants fall exposing his underwear and underneath with his hard and his growing cock.

Grabbing Tony's shoulder as you turn him around, pushing him against the table as he stares at you going down to your knees as your fingers hook the hem of his boxers and pull them down as a red throbbing big cock leaking precum springs out in front of your face making you smile. Hands grasping his cock firmly at the base as you start pumping him fast and hard making him groan out Tony's hands go to the side of the table to grip onto them as he looks down watching you as you lick your lips.

Sticking your tongue out as you lick one long strip onto his cock as Tony groans more at that sensation of your tongue as your wrap your whole mouth around him as you slowly started bobbing your head up and down on his cock causing Tony to groan out more audible moans.

Hearing his moans encouraged you even more by each one as you started sucking wildly causing Tony's hand to grab a fistful of your hair as your hands went down to hold onto his thighs tightly.

"OH FUCK! How did you get so good at this, baby? God" Tony moans out loudly as you feel him jerk himself inside your mouth making you look up at him. Bobbing your head wildly faster again as you feel Tony thrust his hips into your mouth causing his cock to hit the back of your throat you immediately felt tears well into the back of your eyes but you couldn’t care less about those tears as you for gag as Tony pushes your head into his cock making you gag even more as your mouth made his cock disappear making groan out.

Tony held your head there as your tongue swirled all around his cock and the tip like a lollipop before Tony removed your head and your mouth with a loud pop coming from the suction you had.

"I want you to take all this cum in you…You’re gonna take it, baby." Tony growls as he lifts you by your hair causing you to smile.

"U-…Y-Yesssss, Tonyyy." You slightly moan out as you suddenly feel yourself against the table staring out into the lab as Tony rips your pencil skirt off of you. Tony smacks your ass roughly a couple of times causing you to yelp as he flips you around making you look at him.

Your hands go to Tony's shoulders as he slides right into he lifts into the table causing you to moan out as your free right-hand goes up to his hair and slides through it as you gently pull his hair in pleasure as your left hand and arm go underneath Tony arm and land on his back as your nails meet his back fairly quickly with his second push into you without warning.

Feeling tight hands on your hips as Tony pushes you into his cock as he starts thrusting, pushing your tightly sealed mouth to moan out and your nails dig into his back a bit more.

The thrusts started to pick up even more causing you to moan even more as you closed your eyes still gently tugging on Tony's hair and your nails dragging against his back because you didn’t know what to do with your hairs.

Clenching around Tony tightly causes him to groan as he starts losing himself he puts a hand on your breasts massaging them as he continues to thrust and thrust wildly into you making you a moaning mess, making you get so so so much closer.

“Oh god…I’m almost there..” you moan out, and as you let go of Tony's hair he pulls you up kissing you passionately as you kiss back.

“Fuck….me too…” Tony moans out as she continues to thrusts as they get sloppier, more drawn out as he starts slamming into you harder as his cock starts to twitch in you. Tony slams into you in more time as you start cumming all along his cock he begincumming inside of you quickly causing him to groan out.

Staring at Tony as you smile at him he very slowly pulls out of you making you whimper at the emptiness. Sitting up from the table as you sit on the edge and feel Tony's cum ooze out of you as he watches with a smirk and as he leans in kisses you again as holds you close to him.

“Was that a nice break?” You ask and Tony nods.

“Oh baby, it was perfect.” Tony says as you chuckle softly hopping down from the lab table.

“Wanna take more of a break in the shower?” You ask and Tony smirks softly

“Deadline isn’t until next week…I can make some room..” Tony says with a smirk as you grab clothes and quickly go to the private back way of the lab that leads straight to your bedroom with Tony he laughs while following you.

[havensins]

Tony desperately riding you in the limo wanting to be filled with your cum while you guys are at an event

(cw exhibitionism, public indecency)

“need your cum,” tony whines in your ear. he was in your lap, thighs spread wide on either side of your own as he bounced sporadically on your cock. his arms were around you, grasping onto you as an anchor as he bounced.

the both of you were in the back of his limo with the most privacy as you could maintain. “need- hnng,” he chokes on his own sounds, “wan’ be full of your cum, please,” he practically squeals, gasping in lungfuls of air as he keens. your hands find his hips, groaning out yourself at the feeling of tony squeezing your cock like a fucking vice.

“fuck, sweet thing, you’re gonna make me cum,” you grunt, and he clenched around you even tighter, his gummy walls pulling you in to get your cum as deep as possible.

[animealways]

tony and his child

tony: i recently found out mickey mouse has a kid

y/n with a major voice crack: wHaT?!

tony: you didn't know this?

y/n: nO!

tony: wait i need to look up the name as well its so funny

y/n: oH mAh gAd this is just as bad when i found out hello kitty has a boyfriend

tony now with a major voice crack: hElLo KiTtY hAs A bOyFrIeNd?!?

y/n: hello kitty has a boyfriend!

[rxmqnova]

Tony: I am in charge of this disaster!

Y/N: I have a name, you know.

[you-have-a-metal-arm]

HEARTSTRINGS AND PROPOSALS

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: talking down on oneself, sadness, and a tooth rotting amount of fluff

Summary: Tony felt a distance between the two of you he had never felt before. So he decides to make it up to you by spoiling you with his money, turns out, you want something else.

Tony Stark was a man who thrived on challenges. He had built an empire, crafted a legacy, and saved the world more times than he could count. But the most precious thing in his life wasn’t his arc reactor or his suits of armor—it was you. And lately, the fear of losing you had settled deep into his bones, a fear he couldn’t shake no matter how hard he tried.

Two years had passed since you first became his partner in all things, not just in love but in life. Yet, as much as he adored you, Tony couldn’t help but feel the distance growing between you. He knew he was often absent—late nights in the lab, endless meetings, and missions that took him away for days on end. He could see how it might wear on you, how it might make you question your place in his chaotic world.

Determined to prove his love, to remind you of the passion that had brought you together, Tony planned an extravagant date night. He wanted to sweep you off your feet, the way he had the first time you’d ever looked at him with that sparkle in your eyes, the one that told him you saw him, not the billionaire or the superhero, but the man beneath it all.

He flew you to Milan on a private jet, the city glittering beneath you as you landed. A car whisked you away to one of the most exclusive restaurants in the world, where every bite was a masterpiece, and every glance you shared across the table was filled with unspoken words. After dinner, he led you on a shopping spree through the most luxurious boutiques, wanting to shower you with all the things he thought you deserved—the finest clothes, the most exquisite jewelry.

But as you wandered through the stores, Tony began to notice something was off. You were polite, of course, admiring the beautiful things he showed you, but there was a hesitation in your eyes, a discomfort that made his chest tighten with worry.

“Look at this, sweetheart,” Tony said, holding up a delicate diamond necklace that caught the light like a prism. He hoped it would make you smile, that you’d light up the way you usually did when you saw something you loved.

You took the necklace in your hands, your fingers brushing against the cool metal, but your smile didn’t reach your eyes. “It’s beautiful, babe,” you murmured, placing it back down gently. “But I don’t really need it.”

Tony’s heart skipped a beat, a cold fear creeping up his spine. He tried to keep his voice steady, but the worry seeped into his words. “What do you mean, honey? You don’t like it?”

“It’s not that,” you said quickly, sensing his unease. You reached out to take his hand, squeezing it softly. “I just… I don’t need any of this. You don’t have to buy me things to make me happy.”

The air felt thick with tension as Tony tried to process your words. All his grand plans, the luxurious dinner, the shopping spree—they were supposed to be proof of his love, a way to show you that he was still here, still committed to making you happy. But as he stood there, watching you look so uncomfortable, he couldn’t help but feel like he’d failed.

“Are you unhappy?” Tony asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his thumb brushing nervously over the back of your hand.

“No, of course not,” you replied, your brows knitting together in concern. “Tony, why would you think that?”

“Because…” He hesitated, his usual confidence faltering. “I just feel like I haven’t been around enough. Like maybe you’re getting tired of me being gone all the time, and this was supposed to make up for it. But now I’m worried that you might… that you might be falling out of love with me.”

The vulnerability in his voice broke your heart. Tony Stark, the man who faced down armies and gods, was standing before you, looking like a scared boy, afraid of losing the one thing that mattered most to him. You reached up, cupping his face in your hands, forcing him to meet your gaze.

“Baby, look at me,” you said softly, your voice filled with love and sincerity. “I’m not falling out of love with you. I could never. I don’t care about the money, or the gifts, or any of that. I fell in love with you because of who you are—not Tony Stark, the billionaire or Iron Man, but Tony, the man who makes me laugh, who holds me when I’m sad, who sees me for who I am and loves me anyway.”

His eyes searched yours, as if trying to find the truth in your words, and what he found there seemed to ease the tension in his shoulders. “I just want to be with you,” you continued, your thumb brushing over his cheek. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted. You don’t have to try so hard, baby. I love you for you, not for what you can give me.”

Tony felt his heart swell at your words, the fear that had been gripping him loosening its hold. He pulled you into his arms, holding you close as if you might disappear if he let go. “God, I love you,” he whispered into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You smiled against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek. “You’ll never have to find out,” you murmured, holding him just as tightly.

---

Back at the Avengers’ HQ, the two of you settled into Tony’s quarters, wrapped in the comfort of each other’s presence. The lights were dim, the movie you’d picked playing softly in the background, but neither of you was paying much attention to it. You were lying on the couch, your head resting on Tony’s chest, his fingers lazily playing with your hair as he held you close.

For the first time in weeks, Tony felt at peace. The worries that had plagued him earlier seemed so far away now, replaced by the warmth of your body against his and the sound of your breathing in sync with his own. But there was still one question lingering in his mind, one that he couldn’t ignore any longer.

“Sweetheart?” he asked quietly, his voice soft in the dim light.

“Hmm?” you murmured, looking up at him, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest.

“Do you… do you still love me?” Tony’s voice was hesitant, as if he were afraid of the answer.

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his eyes. You reached up, brushing your fingers through his hair as you looked deep into his gaze. “Tony, of course, I still love you,” you said softly. “I love you more than I can even explain.”

Tony’s breath hitched, and he held you a little tighter, his eyes searching yours for the truth. “Why?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “Why do you love me?”

You smiled gently, feeling your heart swell with emotion. “I love you because you’re the kindest, most caring person I’ve ever known. Because you’re brave, and selfless, and you always put others before yourself. I love how you make me laugh, how you know just what to say when I’m feeling down. I love how you’re always there for me, even when you’re dealing with so much yourself. I love the way you look at me, like I’m the most important person in the world to you.”

As you spoke, you could see the emotions flickering in Tony’s eyes—love, relief, and something else, something deeper that made your heart skip a beat. You took a deep breath, your voice growing softer as you continued. “I love you because you see me, the real me, and you still think I’m worth it. I fell in love with the man who doesn’t need to be Iron Man or Tony Stark, the man who just needs to be himself. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, baby—just you.”

Tony stared at you, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. He’d always been a man of action, of words, but right now, he was speechless, overwhelmed by the love you were pouring into him.

You smiled, feeling a little shy after your heartfelt confession. “Sorry, that was probably really sappy,” you mumbled, your cheeks warming with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to get all cringe on you.”

But before you could pull away, Tony’s hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped your eye. “Don’t apologize,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “That was… God, that was the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

You blinked, surprised to see tears in his eyes, and before you could say anything, Tony leaned down and kissed you, slow and tender, pouring every ounce of love he felt into that kiss. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were shining with unshed tears, and he looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice breaking slightly. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes, you do,” you replied firmly, brushing your fingers through his hair. “You deserve all the love in the world, Tony.”

He stared at you for a long moment, his heart swelling with so much love and gratitude that he thought it might burst. And then, in that moment of pure, unfiltered emotion, he realized something that had been building inside him for a long time.

“Marry me.”

The words slipped out before he could stop them, but the second they did, he knew they were right. He wanted to spend

the rest of his life with you, to wake up next to you every morning, to grow old with you. You were his home, his everything.

You froze, your eyes widening in shock. “What?”

“Marry me,” Tony repeated, his voice steady and sure. “I don’t want to wait any longer. I want you by my side forever, as my partner, my wife. Please, baby.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized he was serious, that this wasn’t just a spur-of-the-moment thing. He was asking you to spend your life with him, to be with him through thick and thin. And in that moment, you knew there was only one answer you could give.

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Tony’s face lit up with the brightest smile you’d ever seen, and he pulled you into a fierce hug, burying his face in your neck as he held you tight. “God, I love you so much,” he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin.

“I love you too, baby,” you whispered back, feeling your heart swell with happiness.

---

The next morning, you were still floating on a cloud of bliss as you walked into the common area of the Avengers’ HQ. Natasha was already there, sipping her coffee with a knowing smirk on her face. “You look like you had a good night,” she teased, raising an eyebrow.

You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face as you sat down beside her. “It was… perfect,” you said, your voice dreamy.

Natasha chuckled, nudging you playfully. “So, do you still get butterflies?”

You blushed, remembering the previous night, and nodded. “Yeah, I do. Every time I see him.”

Natasha’s eyes widened in surprise. “Seriously? After all this time?”

“Yeah,” you admitted, your smile softening as you thought of Tony. “He still makes my heart race.”

Before Natasha could respond, a familiar voice cut in. “What was that about making hearts race?”

You turned to see Tony standing in the doorway, his hair slightly tousled, a grin on his face. He had clearly heard your conversation, and his cheeks were tinged with pink.

You rolled your eyes, but the affection in your gaze was unmistakable. “Nothing, just girl talk,” you teased.

Tony sauntered over, wrapping his arms around you from behind and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “If I make your heart race, you should see what you do to mine,” he murmured, just loud enough for Natasha to hear.

Natasha groaned, rolling her eyes. “You two are nauseating.”

But as she watched Tony’s eyes light up with happiness and saw the way you leaned into him, she couldn’t help but smile. Because in that moment, it was clear to everyone in the room that the love between you and Tony was something special, something that would last a lifetime.

[reveseke]

Tony, avengers & teen! BW! reader headcanons

Warnings? None really, okay maybe inhumane practice? (Talks about muzzling a teenager for biting problems. It's a suggestion, nothing that big or described tbh.) Also, this encompasses a lot more than just Tony, but I tried to keep it on Tony primarily lol.

A/N: Ssooo this had been requested by 🕷️anon. I'm so sorry this took me so long, but here it is. Also I'm all over the place at first bc background to thinking process and so on, but this was really fun! I hope you like them, I guess? :')

BW! Reader -> black widow (spiderman) reader

Okay, okay, okay okayookaylaku anyways, so I don't think Tony is big on kids (going by the movies) so it's probably Pepper and Fury who rope him into adopting reader!! I firmly believe it was Fury who placed them with the avengers & Tony, specifically to be under Tony's guardianship as a way to manage them & Tony himself bc we know Tony is a reckless fucker himself.

Character personalities based on different Earths; most notable is earth-12041 animation universe specifically, not the comics. Tony is based on the ironman sequel & E12041, Nat mentioned and is based on E12041. Pepper's personal interpretation of motherly leaning and someone's is good at getting along with others easily. Nick is a dick and based on E12041.

Sooo, now that's out of the system here's some of the headcanons :')

— Tony who was against the idea of having BW! Reader under his wing and BW! Reader who was against being in the avengers compound in general bc the avengers are still roped in with the government and so on.

-> take on hostile BW! Reader who is trying to escape every minute they're given. Someone who doesn't trust anybody and has been left to stew in their own mind for too long!!

-> que Tony somewhat sympathizing with Reader after reading into their past & family (especially if the reader didn't really have a good family to begin with.) — however, leaving the past open for now.

— I firmly believe that BW! Reader is as hostile to The Avengers as they would be to the police and such. Quite the anti government & police type of guy.

-> ALSO See the shock of the people Reader was primarily around / from the area under their protection when a journalist or someone on the net offhandly mentions that the young vigilante has been spotted around the avengers !!

-> or they take notice that the home grown vigilante has moved!! See the outrage. (Tbh, BW! Reader is either willingly getting let back to his home streets OR they escape to them.)

— Tony and the avengers are aware of Reader's reputation and I believe there's some safe precautions and jokes about them biting the team members or Tony on an average day (either from Flint or Tony himself) uhh.. yeah.

-> when I say safe precautions, see Fury having his men make a special muzzle for the reader or something alike that limits their erratic behavior.

— Also, Tony would probably be either disappointed or impressed (or both) with the reader regarding their biting habits and ways of handling the situations (which often ends with someone being killed or seriously injured).

-> And him basically being given options (that Tony sees as something that might set Reader off instead.) by Fury on how he should be handled. (See the precaution one over this one lol)

— BW! Reader who does not adjust well into the situation at first, but learns fast what he can do and cannot do and how much he can stretch and bend the rules without getting in trouble.

— Que Tony being impressed how easily he can lose track of the teen as he escaped the tower multiple times without being properly detected.

— BW! Reader who later on adjusts slowly but does no longer harbor outright hate for Tony or the Avengers, maybe to captain in some cases but still.

— tbh It would be funny if they warmed up to Pepper the first time around and Happy is the second person who was put to "babysit" them. (Maybe Nat as well? y'know shared identity name — the two widows [except Reader is probably being referred to with a secondary alias or as a BW junior/ mini BW/ Kid black widow, or just simply "BW" if they bonded. Alllsssooo, Nat helping BW! Reader with training!!])

— Also Tony having no patience or fatherly bone for Reader at first and it's Pepper counseling Tony about it. Short tempered slowly adjusting himself as well. And if BW! Reader is big on tech then random bonding time after Tony figures the teen out about it!!

— I mentioned before hand Fury putting Reader under Tony's guardianship to manage him. And I mean that, Tony's reckless and Fury thinking that having a kid under his wing might, just might actually help him keep tabs on the stubborn millionaire easier.

-> que Reader saying fuck it and refusing to speak or help out Fury on that management assignment.

— also first impressions are kinda poor imo, I don't think BW! Reader would have anything good to say about Fury or Tony. Rude, outright might get volatile.

[missmarveledsblog]

Someone older [part two ] (Tony stark x reader ) 18+

summary : a night that tony stark makes y/n realise he was right when she needed someone older only he was gonna make sure it would be him from now on

warning : fluffy , goofy and smutty fic ahead , ( age gap) soft!tony , jealousy , possesive , oral (fem recieving ) , overstimulation , body worship , fingering , squirting , unprotected p in v ( dont be silly wrap that willy ) , daddy kink . written on my phone so not proof read (soz ) picture doesnt decribe reader more of cover for fic

Maybe it was a dream ,  to even come to terms with the whole idea of going on a date with Tony Stark. Come on, it had to be right . Yet she was running down the halls of the compound like her ass was on fire .  almost running into the door as she began pounding, almost hitting Bruce in the chest when he opened it up . Although the smirk on his face as he walked off out of the room confused her a little and the even bigger smirk on natasha Romanoff's face  told her maybe the widow knew why she was currently panting in the doorway . 

“ stank asked me out” she held her chest as she caught her breath thinking she might take Steve up in his offer to get her a little more fit. 

“ Yeah bucky kinds already told us , god it's  about time come on let i already got the detail off stark and wanda ready” nat stood walking out leading more questions that what was originally going to be asked and honestly impressive of how quick the widow could find things out even if bucky didn't spill  the beans .  The two ladies walk barely a few feet only to see wanda standing excitedly at the female science bro's door , eyes flashing red before an excited giggle spilled from her lips  . 

“ ohh you’ll love it “she hyped as the now three walked into the suite  before she could even ask  nat was pushing her into the bathroom , a. stern look like a mother trying to get her child to do bath time as the scarlet witch was preoccupied in  her closet . 

It wasn't like him to feel this way , the fact he was nervous was a testament of how big this was for him . maybe he was late to the game, the way could still remember the first day she came into their lives. How he stumbled over his own feet when fury introduced them to the woman . The whole thing was funny in itself when the avengers were tracking down a hacker and turned out to be a young woman who  made a minor slip because she didn't agree with what her bosses were doing or in fact she realised they were not who they said they were .  What was the best part when she clapped fury on the shoulder and told him “ About time you got here” .  turned out the company was hydra under the guise as medical research , she was there to let them research that would look into ‘ perfect’ minds . She had  an impressive high IQ  ,photographic  memory which made her a valuable  asset to have .   Of course she was asked to join the team , work in the lab as well as on the jet out of the action closet she was scolding the hulk for throwing an agent and nearly hitting her or when she first met loki and decided to talk to the god the whole trip home.   Every waking moment from the first time they met went from a schoolboy crush to something bigger , something stronger , it   honestly  scared the shit out of him .  Messing this up scared him even more  from the moment she said yes  and out of the lab he got to work .   He told Nat what he had planned even before he got the confirmation  and yet he was still wondering if it was too much or did he need to do more .  He needed it to be perfect , especially for her. Something about y/n made him a goner .

any other time she would have loved the widow making her glammed up but now she was just well too nervous .  Wanda left an outfit on the bed before heading down to enjoy a movie night with vision while Nat was busy  working away  on her hair and make up .  she had to give it to the widow she was giving nothing away even the outfit didnt even hint at it . it was a short body con , her leather trench coat  as well as her knee high boots . an outfit  sexy and classy in its own way before nat was patting her on the ass and telling her to let her know how it goes when she gets back .  checking herself over wondering was she over or underdressed  for whatever was going to be their date .   The knock on her door had her heart thumping and her hands sweating pulling on the boots and grabbing her bag . only see Tony Stark standing shirt and dress pants looking like sin itself before her . 

“ wow you look … beautiful “ he smiled holding his arm out.

“ not so bad yourself” a wink and her arm easily sliding and linking. She didn't know how she was playing it so cool  when her mouth was watering or the fact her heart may burst out of her chest at any time. 

“ Well,  let's not waste our beauty huh? let me show you how  you should be treated” he stood a little taller , smug grin on his face as he passed his fellow male avengers . leading her out she was surprised to see he was actually driving the car himself and of course it was a sleek black  sports car , one she mentioned she likes most out of the luxury collection of cars. opening the door , even putting her belt on for her a kiss on the cheek and wink before he went to his own side . 

“ any hints” she asked sweetly . 

“ nah i don't think i will , just wait and see” he chuckled .

“ ominous much “.

“ surprise is more the vibe im going for  plus hints would give it away “ he smirked as gate of compound open and for once he didn't care  for the paparazzi  yelling and calling his name trying to find out the latest scoop and part of him wanted to stop and tell him he was on a date so the world would know she was his . 

“ ok how do you guys deal with that , i mean constantly around” she looked around wide eyed. “ shit i should hide right?”. 

“  nah its ok , you get used to it over a while ,  they can be intense but nothing compared to what we actually do “  he patted her thigh wondering a second if he should leave his hand there or not  then he saw her hand thought it was better to hold that instead or bring it to his lips making the flashing light more frenzied. 

“At least this time I'll  be front page not in cuffs “ she snorted as they  drove off fully leaving the flashing light in the background as the engine roared. 

“ wait what you mean cuffs” his own wide eye look now. 

“ when you guys met me first I was arrested first i mean it was shield holding cell so wasn't that bad , plus i think that when fury decided to offer me a job” she explained easily . 

“  what made you blow the whistle , that could of gotten you well  deeper trouble”. 

“ because i took that job out of desperation i mean ok i only ever told nat and fury  … wanda seen it as did loki but that doesn't  count, when i took that job it was after college and i couldn't get a job  even with everything because of my gender or my background. you know you read my locked file “ she smirked.

“ only glanced really” he shrugged . 

“ well i wasn't  brought up in the best well  environment , my parents  were gone from my life so i was left to fend for myself  which honestly i don't mind i think i was better of in a shitty way but it was tough sometimes i wouldn't know where my next meal would come from , then i decided to use the so called gift that i was given  so i started  counting cards and underground gambling which worked but brought me on the radar of the wrong people , naive or just desperate to survive i believed that it was all above board  which honestly  was stupid of me but  then i noticed  something was up so i would  watch my boss logging into the main system and well i seen i was gonna be a experiment  for  the bad guys  which i would of  looked past but the list wasn't  just me and i couldn’t  let that happen so i began to play with shield only instead of fully covering myself i left a crumb “. 

“ I remember the questioning very well  , you ran fury through a loop” he chuckled . 

“ Because  he was a dick at first, “ she laughed. 

He had her talking , speaking about everything, anything ,   not for the fact he loved  her attention on him that was just a bonus but if she looked caught on to where they were going it would have blown the surprise.  Yet he was learning more about  the woman he spent his days with ,  learned more about a background that a file couldn't tell him .  ones that made him like her more , the way  she appreciated life in a different perspective than he did , a more real outlook he would never have given he was basically from total different world in the way not just in age because it did come up the vast difference in their ages  but yet she talk in a more maturely than his own . It was hard to believe she was in her mid twenties at times yet in her maturity she was still her age in a sense with humour .  The age was slightly still in the back of his mind and yet every time she  would talk or even look at him a certain way it would fade away . 

“ Holy shit” she smiled brightly looking at the diner , the place she love most in her life as she made comments about a lot few times not thinking it would stick in the billionaire's brains . 

“ its not the club but hey hopefully you'll  like it alot more “ he chuckled as he got out of the car running to her side , hand held out to help her out of the car  only this time he intertwined his fingers  with hers seeing the flush on her cheeks  which only fuel his confidence to pull her to his side wrapping his hand around her wrap waist  and surprise look on  her face.  the door opening to see the place almost empty bar a few security detail more so for press than an actual threat as she was brought to the very booth she spent her time at continuously studying when she was in college  and Martha, a waitress and friend waiting . 

 “ Wow you do pay attention huh” she laughed heading to hug the woman . 

“ of course i do sweetheart “ tony grinned enjoying how big the smile was on her face , of course he could of went to the hottest restaurant , club  or venue but  y/n was different , she wasn't type to be impressed by  all that , well unless it was equipment for the lab but even when natasha brought her to get clothes  the bill wasn’t  what  they thought it was until nat made her spend a lot more .  

“ what can i get for you two , or should i say for you sir” martha stood already writing away . 

“  can mess with perfection “ she beamed up at the older woman . 

“ whats good here ?” .

“  ohh  he would love the cheese burgers” she sat up excitedly .

 “  Well then I will have that and fries thanks”.

“ coming up and missy better come around more often i miss you “ martha eyed her up playfully . 

“ I miss you, Martha,” she stood and hugged the woman, yet tony eyes couldn't help  roam her figure . Of course he was only a man and she was an absolutely stunning  woman ,  the way the dress hugged her body in a goddess-like way .   She was a hidden gem , a woman who could grace any cover  of a magazine or catwalk .  the way she occupied his mind for the longest time or when he was fucking someone else how it was her face he was seeing , her moans he heard . Emotionally and physically  she was living in his head rent free.

the diner was filled with chatter and light conversation . Not one of awkward  uncomfortable flirting although the flirty tone was present but it was very much welcome  then it came time to leave and the rest of his master plan to come about  one that spoke volume in itself  and yet she had no idea although instead of the sports car  the limo was awaiting the two . It was impressive how much this man held her attention  so much  that the rest of the world was in the background . 

“ ladies first” he smirked opening the door .   holding his hand out  to lead her in the limo almost holding her close to him in a way  he couldn’t  before.  feeling the heat of her body at his side , every single detail of her face , the way her eyes almost sparkled as she was talking.   his eyes glancing at the pillow plump lips before looking back up to see her doing the same .  hand on her cheek , softly caressing  the softness of her skin , watching her leaning to his touch .  agonisingly slow his face came close waiting for her to stop him  but her eyes almost a need in the gaze as she  moved closer turning herself more to the man.  both inches from each other , both waiting for the other to make the move , a teasing game almost daring the other until Tony snapped . 

“ never one for patience” he winked before crashing his lips to hers .  how  he went so long, how he went being in her presence and never doing this was beyond him , one taste of her lips and he was addicted, the feeling of her palm on his chest like she was  in control of bringing every nerve in his body to life  alone. effortlessly he lifted her up  putting her on his lap of course she was meant to be there with how perfect she fit in it.  her hand in his  hair and his in hers  that soft sensual kiss pacing in a heated passion  that had his  cock hardening and her thighs clenched .  a soft moan when his tongue danced with her not a fight in any form for dominance  , fully submitting herself to him completely . 

The heated make out session pulled to an end when the limo came to a stop  and her brows furrowed in confusion to not see the compound  but an air ground  one  the Avengers had used many times  and a private jet awaiting  on the tarmac .  even adding to her confusion was seeing her luggage being brought to the jet .  the realisation of the scarlet witches actions and her leaving before y/n was even out of the shower .

“ It's cute you thought  the date was over “ he smirked fixing her hair and wiping her lips and she had done the same . 

“ Where are we going or is it a surprise?”

“ what you think , come on  we have a week long date my dear “ he got out of the car holding his hand out as she shook her head with a smile on her lips. 

“ you , tony stark is going to be away from the lab for a full week” she questioned. 

“ hey it's overdue and apparently  so is your time off so better time spend it than together huh? “ he pecked her lips and lifted her up with a squeak. "Plus if i'm going to prove a point i gotta do it right” he carried her easily towards the jet ignoring the looks on the flight attendants faces mixture of sadness and jealousy all rolled in  one . 

“ holy shit “ she gasped looking around  of course she was used to the jet on mission but this was divine luxury .   every part of  her felt almost afraid to touch anything and yet she was in awe of it all .  it wasn't  til she felt tony's hand on her lower back  leading her to  sit .   “ this is insane “ she looked around seeing the big mounted tv , private bar just to the way .

“ Yeah, not bad huh ? now  if you're hungry or want a drink, it's a long flight just let me or these nice ladies know” he turned eyes locked more on her still swollen kiss bitten lips .  

“ would you like anything mister stark “ soft sultry voice called as the woman almost purred . of course this woman was gorgeous  as where the others  that stood .

“ you want anything sweetheart “  he almost whispered looking down not once did he spare any female in the vicinity  a look , his gaze solely on her. 

“ no im ok” 

“ No, we don't want anything your excused” he called still not once looking nor seeing the look of disbelief on the leggy blondes face as she and her fellow co workers walked off . 

“ How long is the flight?” she asked sweetly, batting her lashes . 

“ yeah no not telling you ,  wanna watch a movie or ? “ he chuckled . 

“  or  we can pretend to watch one “ she smirked .

“ It's like you can read my mind  here, check this out” he stood hitting a button as the sofa began moving out and down into a bed. 

“ showing off much ?” 

“ its working right” he shot back .

 “ i mean its not the lab but its not to shabby i guess” she shrugged . 

“  and i quote you said its  this is insane “ he chuckled . 

“ it was in the moment”. 

“ hmm i better up the steaks then right ?” he pulled her close, making  her giggle like a schoolgirl . 

“ Excuse me mr stark are we going the usual Paris route   , you know the one you usually bring your guest” the leggy blonde came back with a snideness to her tone. The way the jealousy poured from the woman was honestly amusing in a sense.

“ were aren't going to paris “ he called back . 

“ oh is it russia or greece” she answered sweetly yet the glare at y/n told another story. 

“ so europe is  destination ?” y/n  pulled his attention back to her not that it needed much effort. 

“ still a surprise but yes europe”  he sighed . 

 “ worked for the others” the woman scoffed. 

“ it is a beautiful place” she smiled . 

“ worked for all those other women”  the woman scoffed. 

“ next time we can go paris “ she turned to tony making him grin even larger .

“ mr stark doesn't do next times “ the woman cut in  almost growling . 

“  i think mr stark would disagree , right sir “ y/n batted her lashes feeling his grip tighten on her hip . 

“ she is right  i  usually don't do next  times ..” he said as the woman beamed. “ but that changed the moment your cuffed up little ass came into my life” he kissed her lips as they heard a huff of annoyance and stomping steps .  pulling back he lifted one of the seats taking out pillows and blankets  as they made the makeshift bed  as she was looking through the movie selection  hitting whatever looked vaguely ok before sitting on the bed as tony walked to the bar pulling out the champagne as well as two glasses .  

“ so europe , 7 to 9 hours, please tell me my luggage is accessible,” she asked . 

“ no but  some of my  clothes are in the closet there,” he nodded his head as she got up, pulling the boots to her feet. a coy smile as she walked over to the  closet looking, an amused shake of her head to see the various band t-shirts as well as suits  a part of home wherever he went it seemed .  pulling the largest one out  turning to the man  a hidden smile her  face  one filled with so much mischief it would make loki himself proud. 

“ small bed room and  bathroom is ther.. or there is totally yeah nice “ he stopped  short as she pulled the zipper of her dress down letting it fall to her feet as she pulled the t shirt slowly on her  body before heading to the sofa bed blinking up at the man in pure innocence like she didn't just stripped in front of the man , also noting to the girl for the matching lace set .  

“ your trouble you know that “ he chuckled shaking his head . 

“  me never “ she feigned innocence as he dove at her making her erupt into laughter . 

“ maybe as much trouble as i am that's saying something sweetcheeks “ he leaned over her hitching her leg on his hip and grabbing a handful of her ass to emphasise  the nickname as a gasp fell from her lips . 

“ i think i got you beat old man “ she mused . 

“  pfft old man” he asked as she nodded playful glint in her eye almost daring him to do something. “ i'll  show you an old man “ he leaned down his breathe fanning on her ear before he nipped her ear lobe .   half lidded eye nothing his mind could conjure up would be even close to the real thing.  

She could feel it building deep within her lower belly , every part of her body was under his control to bend and will in any way he saw fit . She could never find herself getting tired of kissing him, already completely addicted to the taste of him on her lips ,  her tongue and yet  the feeling on his lips on her skin was something else . She wasn't a virgin nor lacking experience and yet this felt different , this felt so much better than before and all he was doing was kissing down her jaw  , sensual in its touch making every part of her body tingle in anticipation  for what was to come next .  his hands slipped under  his shirt that adorned her body sending goosebumps in its wake . effortlessly picking her up legs wrapping around his waist and hand in his hair as she kissed his lips harder , pure lust and something else in the action as they walked  the short distance to the bedroom, something she could marvel at another time .  pulling the T-shirt from her body throwing it wherever it wasn't a priority same with tony shirt, mouth watering at the pure muscle and toned body  she may of known was there but now she didn't have to hide it , shameless oogle the billionaire's physique ,  the strong arms that lift heavy machinery , how the veins popped during a hard inventions now she had those arms around her , calloused strong hands on her body  placing her on the bed as he took in the woman before him . the black lace bra and panties  looking like a sin filled vision of an angel in his eyes .  one hand releasing the clasp of her bra throwing it  along with his own clothes like each clothing article offended him with their presence and in that moment they did . the fact it hid this work of art from his gaze was a crime against all . 

hand gliding up her ribs before cupping her perky perfect breast  , finger teasing the now peaks of her nipples making a soft sigh filled whimper from her mouth a sound he needed recorded and played everyday of his life . 

“ fucking perfect “ he groaned feeling her heat against the straining of his cock , the delious grind of her hips , that friction that made them both moan . “ impatient” he replied cockily, a roll of his own hips making her moan out his name . 

“ please touch me , fuck me , eat me whole just do something “ she breathe out needing some sort of realise , standing up as he pulled himself free and her panties down her leg. he would usually do it , get it over with get his own release  but no he needed to take his time , pick her apart piece by piece , come apart every way he could as he kissed down tauntly slow making her squirm and wiggle.

feeling the soft skin of her body under his lips , the scent of her arousal almost calling to every sense in her body making his own pupils blow wide with lust .  her sound , her everything had him gone , kissing the plush expanse of her thighs  taunting and teasing  but at this stage he didn't know if he was teasing her or himself .  impatiently he dove in  , the moment she hit his tongue he was ready  to spend the rest of his life  right there . like nectar of the god as his tongue went from weeping entrance to her puffy clit , smirk went he felt her hand tangle in his hair  or her hips bucking following his ministration. 

“ fuck right there” she cried out only for his lips to seal around the peak making her cry out, thighs locking around his head as her eyes rolled back . wave and wave  of pleasure as tony stark , iron man ate her out like it was his mission , his sole goal in life. 

He was going to snap her in half she was sure of  it and yet she didn't want him to stop . leaning up on her elbows watching the man she dreamt of devouring her like his first and last meal all in one.  orgasm after orgasm she could feel her stomach tightening once more that blinding light hitting her eyes and she felt the coil snap once more , pushing his head lazily . 

“ baby girl you are divine “ he kneeled between her legs  wiping her slick off his mouth .

“ i think you killed me … a few times “ she laughed her skin had a sheen of sweat on her body . 

“ not bad for an old man then “ he winked, leaning down almost  making her feel like his prey . 

“Well old man , since you got a taste it's my turn” her hand on his chest right at the reactor core ready to push him down only for him to grab her wrist. 

“ Sweet but not happening now, lay back and be a good girl”  he nipped her bottom lip , kissing her softly , a moan from her lips at the taste of herself something she thought could be sexy or hot.  Then she felt his finger gliding in and out of  her awaiting hole.  feeling  his fingers curl and hit spots she never felt before . arching her back , breathless panting  and moans being swallowed for his kiss. she felt that familiar and yet this time it was a different feeling. It was stronger and more intense the pressure on her lower half was different and when his thumb hit the overstimulated  button  with a scream . she felt her arousal gushing from her body.

“ good fucking girl “ he rasped helping her ride out the pleasure . 

“ oh sweet fuck your gonna kill me , I've  never done that before” she panted a lazy smile on her lips . 

“ need a break?” He kissed her cheek. 

“ Never” she giggled, pushing him on his back with a thump , like he unlocked a new part of her, a new insatiable monster .  a roll of her hips , his hand falling to his hips  a tip grip. lifting her  hips stroking his hardening length  before sinking down feeling every ridge and vein as her walls making both moan at the feeling . 

“ fuck baby , you feel like heave so fucking tight “ he rasped feeling her walls clench around his length . “ most perfect little pussy “ he growled, unable to give her control as he lifted up and put her on her back .  slow and meticulous  trust of his hips trying to keep his senses  but it only went so far . 

“ mmm fuck tony harder.. yes yes fuck like that daddy” she moaned unaware of the  words coming out of her lips  yet he could of came there and then . 

“ such a good girl for daddy  aren't … whose pussy is this baby” he grunted slamming in almost knocking every thought out of her head .  “ come on baby who owns this perfect pussy” . 

“ you daddy , it's … its yours” pleasure nonsensical  babbles falling from her lips.  

“ fucking right it is , no one gets this  , no one get you like this baby  only daddy” he snapped his hips harder feeling his own release coming . “ Come on baby cum on daddy's cock “ he groaned, finger circling her puffy clit , he could feel her wall clench,   sucking him in  , he could feel it coming after all this time he could tell  how her body reacted . her release hit like a wall as his own came not long after painting her walls white as he fucked them through their highs . 

both sweating and panting mess as he fell right beside her pulling her face to his to kiss her lips, another thing he couldn't doing that either. 

“  I stand corrected old man” she yawn putting her head on his chest. 

“ I prefer daddy than old man” he teases, making her cheeks flushed. “ Come on, let's get you cleaned up “ he stood up putting his boxer on  grabbing his T-shirt placing it on her body .  She felt almost boneless when he lifted her up carrying her to the bathroom  a decent size giving it was on a jet but then again it was a stark one . placing her on the counter so gently , so soft in affection . 

“ sorry sweetheart “ he kissed her cheek when she hissed at the feeling of the wet cloth against her . “Wait here I'll get you some bottoms” he kissed her nose . only leaving  for a second before coming back with boxers he called back to someone to clean the bedroom before smiling fondly at her. putting them on it was like a whole other side to the man  before her , it felt  it was such a personal interaction  that didn't help that strong growing feeling.  

“ Come on baby lets get you some rest “ he kissed her nose once more lifting her up .

“ i can walk, Tony,” she snorted. 

“ Well I don't want to let you go so deal with it “ he held her closer. the leggy blonde before carrying the plastic bag with the soaked sheets evident seething look on her face . 

“ would you like me to help you out mister stark “ she asked. 

“ nah me and my girl are gonna watch a movie to get some sleep” he walked off while y/n gave a little finger wave as they went back to the main area . “ Actually I could use you “ he called making the woman almost run . 

“ I knew you would sir .. I mean I know how to .” she began  only for tony cut her off . 

“ yeah won't happen again but can you get  a blanket thanks she feels a little cold”.

 With huff and stomp the woman went off only for her coworker to return with a blanket and smile on her face. 

“ If you need anything, please ask me anytime” she handed the blanket before heading off . 

“ your girl” y/n finally spoke up .

“ well duh” he rolled his eyes playfully. 

“I'm not complaining” She snuggled into his side feeling her eyes getting heavy, his hand rubbing her back in soothing circles before she drifted off. Unaware of the man's eyes on her in such adoration and awe kissing the top of her head. Before her he didn't think of relationships, he never gave them a thought it was usually a fling that never lasted too long. But down looking down at the woman upon his chest, her eyelashes touching her cheeks, soft snore falling from her parted lips. He knew he loved her but it only cemented how in love he really was .  He didn't have a perfect mind to remember everything like she could but he remembered everything about her. The main reason he was bringing her to Italy, the way she talked about going, how big it was a dream of her. He remembered it because it was important to her, she in turn was important to him.  Tony Stark the Playboy Bachelor  was in love and he hoped she in turn was in love with him someday, even if he was someone older.  

[romanoffshouse]

Tony: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

Natasha: Screw that, I'm not kissing any of you.

*Y/N walks in*

Natasha: Fine I'll do it. Rules are rules you know.

[saraakpotter]

avengers incorrect quote: strongest

Thor to the hand scanning machine Tony made: Thor! F.R.I.D.A.Y: access denied Thor: strongest avenger F.r.i.d.a.y: access denied Thor: what! y\n: oh this is going to take too long! let me. Thor (walks away smirking): good luck lady y\n! it obviously broken. y\n (putting her hand on the machine): y\n\n F.R.I.D.A.Y: welcome, strongest avenger Thor: Thor:

[tonycries]

Happy 30k! Ik some of the freakies in my inbox have been begging for this soooo special one for y'all hehe <3

“B-babygirl…” Tony’s alpha rasp echoes all throughout your ears, heading straight down to your already soaked cunt. “Stay away- the full moon I-”

“Please, daddy.” you whimper, and the very tone of your whiny voice makes her growl, 15-inch-long schlong growing another five inches in length. You stomp your foot, “I don’t care that it’s the full moon. I don’t care that you’re the most alpha-est alpha around.” Batting those teary lashes of yours, “I need you to celebrate 30k with me…”

And then it happens - but you barely even realize when it does.

Because using Tony’s skibidi powers, it only takes her mere milliseconds to have you bent over the nearest flat surface - that just so happened to be her fifth limited-edition lamborghini. Strong arms pinning you down, ripping off your drenched panties that new Victoria’s secret, and pressing her now 25-inch long swollen alpha erection against your needy pussy.

“So soaked…” her voice puffs out in a feverish pant against your ear, and you almost faint on the spot from the sheer sigma power. “M’gonna have a loooot of fun this time, babygirl.”

You can’t speak - you can barely even breathe when she finally pushes in. Spearing you along her massive heavenly pillar, fuck, it felt like that weepy, reddish tip of hers reached your lungs-

“Thirty…m’thinkin’...”

Blubbering, you snap out of your little cockdrunken reverie. And each of her thrusts have your words stumbling, voice cracking, “Wh-what do you mean, alpha daddy?”

Another harsh ram has you understanding why everyone calls her Daddy Tony, and the very ends of her thick, immense erection branding into your very cervix. Enough to knock you speechless as Tony plows on, “Thirty orgasms for- hah- thirty thousand.” And, honestly, Tony’s cock is so big that it even has length to rub up against your neglected clit. “Or would ya prefer thirty kids instead, kitten?”

[that-headcanon-girl]

tony: *towering over y/n not knowing that that's going to be his best friend* well well, who do we have here?

y/n: your mum

tony: my mum's dead

[bean-bean2000]

The Maid - Part 1

Pairing: Loki x reader (on going series)

Warnings: Angst, abuse, mental health (depression, mentions of suicidal thoughts). Eventual loki x reader pairing.

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You stare up at the ceiling as you lay in bed next to the man who calls himself 'your saviour'. Every time he stirs in his sleep, you gasp and wince in fear of waking him. He is far better asleep than he will ever be awake.

Three years ago, you fell into the arms of a man you thought would help you. You were alone, homeless and desperate. Your parents had died in a house fire, which left you with nothing and no one. Naive, you trusted the first person that showed you an ounce of kindness. You had fallen intro a trap, one you thought was love, but was in fact a cage. Your parents had left you with a significant debt to repay to the crown. He forced you to work for him, do whatever he wants, in exchange for money to help pay off the debt. You have been stuck in this horrific home since, unable to do anything without consequence.

You haven't had a proper night's sleep in years. Your eyes are sunken with deep dark circles beneath. You hardly eat anymore.

You stopped feeling anything at all, years ago. All you feel is numb, like a zombie, a shell of your former self. A life that is so far away, the memories have long faded.

You're so lost in thought, gazing into nothingness when you're suddenly yanked out of the bed.

"Get up. You're leaving. I finally found a use for you." he spits at you.

You don't have enough energy to question him as you get up sluggishly and head to the bathroom to change.

As soon as you exit the bathroom, he is dragging you outside where a a dozen soldiers await; people are lined up in front of them.

"Here. Take her." he says to the guard as he shoves you towards him.

The soldier looks you up and down and nods. You're swept away by other men and hoisted onto the back of a carriage. Other men and women peer up at you in fear.

It doesn't take long for you to realize what has happened. You've been sold to the crown to be a worker. You stare at the floor and zone out, wondering if you will forever be forced to be at the mercy of others that are powerful and wealthy. As the carriage takes off, you feel nothing, you hear nothing, all you see is your so-called 'home' slowly fade behind the trees.

The others have fallen asleep as you stare out the carriage. You have no idea how long it has been but the sun has long set and it is deep into the evening when you arrive at the castle. The guards shuffle you out, line you up and assign you your duties.

"You." The woman points at you. "She will do." she says as she hands you a pile of clothes. You stare up at her as she clarifies your new job: maid.

The guards lead each group of workers to their designated quarters.

"You are maids. You will follow the schedule, with no excuses. You have been sold to serve for the crown. You will receive no pay. Your pay is the right to live in the castle. You will be provided food and shelter. Any act of disobedience will be punishable by any means appropriate that is decided upon the guards or anyone of higher status. You are to speak to no one. Do your job and stay quiet." The guard finishes explaining your new life then turns around and shuts the doors closed behind him with a loud bang.

The silence is deafening. Everyone too scared to say a word. They all choose a makeshift bed on the floor and prepare to get some sleep before the new day.

You sit in your cot and stare at the floor. You don't realize how much time had passed until the sun shining on your face and the guards are yelling at you all to wake up and start the day.

Will I ever know freedom? Will I ever find happiness? Or am I forced to succumb to this measely life until I die?

The first two weeks seem to pass without problems, until the guards decide to take it upon themselves to 'discipline' as they deem fit.

Most guards resort to name-calling, degradation or sometimes physical punishment. Nothing, nobody was as terrible as one who we called "Snake". He would slither his way into the chambers and choose his prey for the week, sometimes longer. He did as he pleased, if met with opposition, he would often beat them into submission.

You managed to avoid him as long as possible until one night, his large finger points towards you.

You stare at him, expressionless. You refuse to give him the pleasure of seeing your pain, your fear or your desperation. His eyes turn cloudy with anger as he watches you approach him, emotionless.

The others look at you with fear and pity as he drags you out of the maid's quarters towards his room.

He throws you on the floor and closes the door behind him.

"You think I don't know your little game, you harlot?" he sneers at you as he picks you up and slaps you so hard you fall to the floor, your cheek pulsating in pain.

He grabs your cheeks tightly with one hand and squeezes "You will fear me. You will obey me." he threatens you.

Once again, you stare at him blankly. You feel nothing, you haven't for a long time now.

He growls in frustration and punches you again, searching for any reaction; tears, a grunt, a whimper, anything, and yet you show nothing.

"You witch. Impossible. Everybody fears me." he yells at you as he strikes you again. You lay on the floor motionless, your nose and mouth bleeding.

"You will answer me when I speak to you!" he growls in anger as he strikes you again.

You stare up at him and remain silent.

"Are you deaf? mute? Useless! Maybe, you will be useful for other things instead...." he sneers at you as he smirks disgustingly with a knowing look.

Again, you stare at him blankly again. As he begins unbuckling his belt he says "Submit to me. You will do as I say, maid."

You start laughing which makes him look up at you in rage.

"You dare laugh at me?! You filthy servant!" he grabs you by the neck and holds you down tightly, slightly cutting off your airways but enough for you to remain awake.

"Submit to me!" he yells at you.

"Never." you croak.

He screams in a fit of rage and strikes you again. You continue to laugh.

"Witchcraft! You're a disgusting witch! Submit to me or I will have you burned at the stake!" he spits at you.

"I promise you, I will bite your dick off if it comes near me. The human jaw can be so powerful, sometimes a crowbar isn't strong enough to pry it open and I promise you I will not let go until my jaw is pried open." you threaten him as you begin laughing hysterically.

He stares at you in confusion, disgust and fear.

"I knew it! You're a witch!" He screams.

"Are you sure you want to test that theory?" you laugh at him.

He yells in frustration as he strikes you again "I said submit to me!"

You stare him directly in the eyes "No matter how loud the wind howls, the mountain will not bow down to it."

His eyes turn red with rage, he picks you up and throws you across the room. He kicks you on your side.

He continues hitting you as he demands you submit to him. You repeat the same word, almost as a prayer "Never".

You didn't care if you died or how, but you promised yourself that no matter how desperate you would become, you would never submit yourself to another man again, no matter the cost.

Once he is finally done he spits on you, drags you back to the maid's chambers and throws on you the floor as he slams the door behind him.

A few women crowd you and help you to your cot. You're bleeding from your nose and mouth. Your eye is black and swollen shut, your lip is split, your ribs hurt when you breathe.

Even after all that, you realize you still feel nothing. You stare up at the ceiling as the other women surround you to help clean your wounds.

From that moment on, you have been the subject to the Snake's abuse. You have spoken no words, except for "Never" every time the Snake commands you to submit to him. You would rather take on every physical punishment, than let him touch an inch of you.

A few weeks pass with the same abuse, except now other guards have partaken in it as well. You are now referred to as "witch" by the guards. They sneer at you when you walk past them. You keep your head held high and walk straight forward, without giving them a glance.

I am my own person. I have my own thoughts. I am not a puppet.

You repeat these phrases everyday in your head, like a chant to keep you grounded. You've taught yourself to recite small facts about your life to yourself in your head, such as your birthday, your favourite colour, your favourite author and book. It reminds you of who you are, of who they can never take away from you.

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As the months go by, the abuse never ceases. It periodically skips you, allowing your body time to heal before being targeted again.

You have managed to be friendly with the other maids, but still keep to yourself and limit your words. You rarely speak and only do so when absolutely necessary. You decided it was safest for you this way.

You have been generally assigned menial maid tasks, such as cleaning the chambers of the guards or other members of higher status than you, until today. You’re assigned to clean King Loki's quarters. He owns an entire wing to himself, therefore you are to do it alone as he is very particular about his items. It was decided upon the head maid that you were the least likely to steal and most likely to complete the job to Loki's very high standards.

Without much of a choice, you accept the new assignment and make your way to his wing. As grateful as you are for this opportunity, to work alone and use the specialized cleaning supplies for the king, you were also in so much pain. The previous night was the harshest in a long time. The guards told you the king wanted to send you a personal message. By the end of it, you could hardly move and had to be dragged to your cot. Laying in bed, you wondered why the king would choose you for this punishment. You had done nothing wrong, what made you deserving of such poor treatment?

As you're walking to the kings wing, every step you take is followed by a limp and a wince. Nevertheless, the work had to be completed. The consequences were too severe if the work were not to be completed to his prestigious standards. If the king was willing to send you such a message the previous night as a warning for what was to come, the current pain was worth suffering through. From what you've heard the kings punishments never ended well. Nobody ever returned.

With that in mind, you headed to his wing with a slight limp and a wince under your breathe with every step.

Two week pass by and you've been permanently assigned to clean the kings wing, as per his request. You hope it is because he is satisfied with your work, rather than this be some cruel plan.

Once the guards heard of your new permanent position as the kings personal maid, their visits became daily. You were now the only maid being succumbed to their harsh treatment. You knew they were trying to sabotage you so the king would be displeased with your work and be rid of you.

Even so, everyday you wake up and perform your duties. You persevered and refused to let them think they won, no matter how painful, you always kept your head held high.

You're walking to the kings wing, products and cleaning items in hand when a guard approaches and swings his arm at you. You fall to the floor, Cleaning products go flying across the hall, splattering on the floor, against the wall and all over you.

"Tsk tsk tsk... what a shame... you better pray the king doesn't see this mess you caused...." he laughs as he walks over you.

You say nothing as you try getting up but slip on the soapy wet floor. You curse at the mess.

He can't see this. I have to clean this up. I can't be delayed, the king accepts no excuses for punctuality. He will kick me out on the streets... or worse... have me killed.

You get up shakily, holding on the wall for as much support as possible. Your body aches as you start mopping up the mess with speed that can only be explained by pure fear.

Once it's decently done you run to the next room and start cleaning as fast as possible. The pain from the abuse inflicted upon you daily is taking its toll. You decide you have to suck it up until you're done.

You're doing your final task: The king's bedroom. With one wrist against your chest, you clean the bedroom. You're trying to make the bed but can't do it with one hand. Shakily, you move your other wrist and try grabbing the sheets. You hiss in pain and pull back. You're slowing down, taking longer to do simple tasks. Your wrist is swollen wrist and throbbing in pain from the fall earlier. You can hardly move it.

You manage to finish making the bed and is finishing off by dusting the room, keeping your wrist to your chest to stabilize it as much as possible. As you were working through your pain, you didn't notice the time until you hear somebody clear their throat behind you.

You gasp in surprise and spin around.

"King Loki... your highness... I apologize for my tardiness... I-" you start rambling, your head looking down and your legs in a curtsy.

"The hall is a mess. You're late. Your work is very subpar today. I'm disappointed." he tells you coldly while staring you down.

You say nothing as to avoid accidentally insulting him or frustrating him further.

"Consider this your first and last warning. If this happens again, you will heed the consequences." He says to you, chin up, staring at you while you keep your eyes on your shoes.

You mumble another apology when he dismisses you.

You quickly run out of his bedroom. Your heart is racing, you're shaking.

You run to the maid's quarters and go to your cot, avoiding the others. You're staring up at the ceiling, wondering how you possibly escaped his wrath. Replaying the scene in your head, you realize you never looked at him. You've never seen the king in person, only in pictures.

Luckily, tomorrow is the weekend the guards go out to the neighbouring city as a security check-up. You stare at your wrist, which is now purple, blue and swollen. You go to the bathroom and lock the door so you're alone. You remove your clothes as take in a sharp breath as pain courses through your body. You use two wooden sticks you found outside earlier, to stabilize your wrist, hoping it will speed the healing process. When you look up at your reflection you notice the deep colouring littering your body. Purple, blue, yellow, green.... bruises in various levels of healing spread across your body.

You come to the conclusion that you need help... medical help. You slip on a night gown and make your way to the clinic where Dr. Banner resides. He is the only doctor the workers of lower status trust, as he is kind, caring and genuine.

He welcomes you in his room and questions why you came to him so late at night.

You say nothing. You lift your night gown and watch as his eyes widen in understanding. He turns around and files through his medical cabinet.

"Here. Take one pill a day for 3 days. It will completely numb your pain and significantly increase the healing process. Put this healing balm over your bruises and on your wrist, every night for a week." he says to you as he hands you the medicine.

You open your mouth to thank him when he lifts his hand up "No need... please stay safe... if ever you need anything, you know where to find me." his eyes filled with pain and compassion.

You nod and turn around to walk back to your cot.

You immediately spread the balm over your body once your in the bathroom and wrap what you can in bandages to keep it from absorbing into the clothes rather than your skin.

Laying down in bed, the adrenaline from the day wears off and fatigue takes over until you fall into a deep sleep.

Part 2

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