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Annoying Neighbour - Part 5

A/N: A bit of damage control? I think so. Leave a comment, like and reblog if you enjoyed reading!

Pairing: Single Dad! Tony Stark x Reader

Warning: 18+ hurt/comfort, bit of angst.

Word count: 3.1k

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It had been four days since you last saw your favorite father-daughter duo. These past few months had made you realize just how much you had gotten used to them, their banter, the laughs you shared with Morgan and Tony.

Tony Stark.

The man who made you feel things you had only read about in books. The man you slept with once, but it was enough to make you realize how much you belonged together.

But he was also the man who had kissed his ex-wife in his living room two days ago. Every time you began to miss him, the image of them kissing would promptly pop up in your brain, causing the anger and heartbreak to return.

There were several occasions where longing stares had been exchanged, once while Tony dropped Morgan off at school, another evening when you caught him staring at you while you watered your plants hanging on the porch, his eyes missing the spark that you adored so much. You were the one who decided on ending things and yet you found your self-restraint crumbling every time you saw the man.

Your Saturday began with you realizing you were running low on most of your groceries, so you made a list and decided to head out. Some gray clouds loomed in the sky outside, threatening rain and thunder. Perfect heartbreak weather, you thought with a wry smile.

The car right next to yours looked familiar as you got out of yours in the parking lot.

Tony was in the store too. Was it too late to back out? Maybe you could find another store that wasn’t so conveniently close to where you lived. Putting earphones on, you decided it was best if you kept your head down, got your stuff and head back home.

You just hoped and prayed to God it wasn’t going to be another awkward encounter with Pepper. Seeing that woman again with Tony would do you no good.

You were dumping things in your cart when right in front of you, you saw a commotion through your peripheral vision.

Sure enough, it was Tony and Morgan. He had her sitting on his shoulders while she picked out her favorite cereal box, throwing it in their cart and giggling. The sight automatically made you smile.

Someone cleared their throat behind you, making you turn to the source.

“They’re adorable, aren’t they?”

It was her.

Your heart dropped to your stomach, instantly making you regret your trip to the store. Of course she was still here. With her family. Shopping like normal families do, you thought bitterly.

“Y/N!”

You heard a little girl cry out, already knowing who it was before you heard her tiny feet run across the aisle to meet you.

“Hi Morgan! It’s good to see you.” you smiled down at the kid who hugged your legs as she usually did, Pepper watching the two of you interact with a frown on her face.

“Daddy it’s Y/N!” she called out, making your stomach flip as you turned to watch Tony striding towards you. He still looked too bloody handsome, though there were noticeable bags under his eyes, he looked tired, like he hadn’t been getting enough sleep. Pretty much how your state was as well.

“I’m getting late, I–I should get on with this.” you murmured, pushing your trolley ahead after waving them goodbye, wanting to be away from them.

Morgan stared between you and her father, for her, both of you seemed upset while Pepper - or what her Daddy mentioned to her earlier, her Mommy, remained quite happy.

“Why is Y/N sad, Daddy?” she asked, her voice full of worry as she grabbed Tony’s sleeve to get his attention.

“How about we pick out some ice-cream for you, honey? You like strawberry, don’t you?” Pepper piped cheerfully, dragging her away from Tony.

Driving home had been a task, yet again you had to keep your tears at bay as you unloaded the bags from your car. A million questions ran through your mind as you began organizing your pantry, you thought it’d be best to keep your overthinking brain busy.

It worked for some time. Until you heard their car pull up next door. The bottle of Merlot you’d purchased earlier suddenly seemed inviting.

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Morgan spent her afternoon playing in the living room while her Daddy and Mommy spoke in the other room, she’d brought out her plane that whizzed by, flying outside Y/N’s window where it collided against the glass.

She saw Y/N crying in the kitchen, her face was sad which worried her a lot. It made her decide to bring it up with her Daddy later when Mommy was not around. He did not speak much around her, she had noticed.

Later that evening, Tony had finished reading a bedtime story to Morgan, who was far from sleepy.

“Why was Y/N sad today, Daddy?” she asked, the concern in her voice making Tony’s heart wrench.

“She looked okay to me. I don’t think she was sad, hon.” he shrugged, pulling the blankets up to her shoulders, hoping she would drop the subject.

“You are sad too.”

He sighed. His own child was too smart for her age, and too observant.

“Did you and Y/N fight? Was it because of me?” her voice went low, her big brown eyes that matched his so perfectly were now distressed.

“We did fight, sweetheart. Y/N is mad at me and she won’t talk. But not because of you. Never.” Tony hated how much this affected his kid, he never wanted it to get this far. With Pepper showing up, Morgan was more vulnerable than ever. She had questions that he did not have answers to.

“But she said she liked you.”

“Did she?” Tony chuckled as Morgan nodded fervently.

“I like her too, Maguna. I like her a lot. But she is very upset, I don’t know if she would talk to me.” he sighed, leaning his head against Morgan’s little shoulder.

“Did you say sorry, Daddy? You made my best friend cry. I saw her in her kitchen today.”

“Hey! I thought I was your best friend.”

Morgan narrowed her eyes at him in a way that confirmed any further argument would lead to a possible tantrum. Tony’s heart broke upon hearing you had cried, all because of him. All of this mess was upsetting too many people. And it all felt like it was his fault. Minus Pepper showing up unannounced, everything was his fault. He handled the situation terribly. And he was determined to do whatever it took to make things right.

“I will go to Y/N’s house and say sorry. I promise you. You’ll have your best friend back.”

“And stop growing up so soon. Off to sleep now, you little monster. I love you tons.” he kissed her forehead softly, turning her night lamp on after making sure she was tucked in.

“I love you three thousand.” His heart soared at her words, it felt like there was at least something he was doing right.

“Three thousand? Wow. Now go to sleep.”

“I want my best friend back!”

Her words made Tony chuckle, she knew him too well. Pepper had left for the night, much to his relief, she had been staying at a hotel nearby. Tony had called Rhodey over to stay, he needed all the help he could get with the whole situation.

Breaking the news of her mother suddenly showing up in their lives had been a task enough for Tony. A part of him was surprised with the way Morgan had handled the new information, then again, Morgan had always been way more mature than her age. He wanted to make sure she was okay, he also wanted to make sure you were too.

Seeing your kitchen light still on, Tony decided to take his chance. It was raining cats and dogs outside, but he’d make a run for it.

He had been late for making amends already, he was only hoping he had not been too late.

By the time he reached your front door, he was drenched.

The ringing of your doorbell pulled your attention from the mindless television that played that your eyes were glued to. Checking your phone it was close to midnight, and your third glass of wine was almost empty. You felt its warm buzz in your belly as you stood up to answer the door.

Thunder clapped outside as the door revealed a soaking wet Tony Stark, your heart leaping at the sight but your mind apprehensive.

“Tony.”

He still looked frickin gorgeous. You hated that. And you hated how your heart fluttered at the sight of him.

“Y/N. Can we talk? Please?” he wiped his face down with his hand, exhaling in relief when you left the door open for him as you turned your back to head back inside without answering.

He saw you were drinking wine in a coffee mug, a small smile appeared on his face recalling the day you walked in on him drinking the same on his porch.

“Wine in a coffee cup?”

Leaning against your kitchen counter, you let out a small sigh, holding your left hand up to reveal a medical tape covered wound.

“I broke the glasses during one of my cleaning sprees.” you explained, keeping your voice low and eyes trained on the floor.

“Y/N…”

“You kissed her, didn’t you?” you interrupted before he could begin, looking directly at him now, waiting for his answer. You saw guilt in his eyes, mixed with regret as he gave you a nod. Breaking your heart all over again.

“Actually she kissed me.”

“I didn’t see you pull away, Tony.”

He wiped his face with his hand, taking slow steps towards you, keeping a safe distance still.

“You also didn’t see me push her away, Y/N. Pepper kissed me on purpose, she loves creating a scene. Always has. Did I wish I had the power to take it all away? Yes. But I know I don’t.”

He saw a tear escape down your cheek, he had to stop himself from wiping it away. Crossing your arms over your chest, you took in a deep breath, steadying yourself.

“Why is she back, Tony? Are you getting back together?” your voice quaked but you still continued.

“No! Y/N, believe me when I say I want nothing to do with that woman. She says she wants to be a part of Morgan’s life again. That she regrets giving her up. It’s all lies. She was hopeful she’d have her position back in the company if she showed up under this guise.”

Tony leaned against the counter opposite you, his shoulders sagging.

“She can be very manipulative, used to getting her way. She has her lawyers all ready for battle.”

As you listened, the ice thawed little by little, watching Tony’s fingers fiddle with his sleeves, his foot tapping against the floor.

“What are you going to do?” you whispered, hands now by your sides as you gripped the counter behind you.

“I’m gonna fight. I won’t let her get her way this time, Morgan doesn’t deserve this. She never did. Neither do you. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I really am.” you believed he meant it. You could see it in his eyes.

“Ending things is easy, Y/N. Working things out and talking about it is difficult. I didn’t think you would choose the easy way out.”

“You think I chose the easy way out, Tony? I chose to protect myself from a heartbreak! That’s what I did.” you cried, your voice breaking in the end as you pointed your finger against his chest, breathing erratically.

“Do you really think this was a mistake? Us?”

You remained quiet, staring at your feet as tears pooled in your eyes once again before Tony held your hand in both his, tipping your chin to make you look at him.

“Answer me.” he whispered, his own eyes moist as you both stared at each other, hands clasped tight.

“I don’t regret kissing you or sleeping with you, Tony. No. I really thought we had something. I didn’t realize things could get this complicated. That was foolish on my part.”

“I was the fool for not handling things well, Y/N. And I am truly sorry. But I won’t let you slip away because of a bump in the road. We’re too good for that. I want to make us work. But I want to know that you want that too, sweetheart. Do you?”

His face was now inches apart, his eyes flicking down to your lips as he waited, and prayed to God you’d be willing to give this another chance. His heart grew hopeful as you moved closer, finally closing the distance between you two.

Thunder rumbled outside as you kissed Tony, lips molding against one another in a moment that took your breath away.

His arms came around you to pull you flush against his chest, tongue peaking between your lips to push past into your mouth. You let out a soft sigh at the taste of him, berries and coffee mixed with your wine.

A trail of discarded clothes along your stairs was laid out as Tony carried you to your bedroom, lips never leaving yours even for a second. Fingers gripping his wet hair, you let out a mewl as Tony’s kisses trailed down your body, finding himself between your legs.

Your head was spinning and body was alive under his touch, mouth falling open as he brushed his nose against your glistening core.

“Tony!” you moaned, feeling his tongue flat against your strip as he tasted you with urgency, his hands keeping your thighs parted for him.

You wanted him, all of him, around you, inside you, now and forever. You were out of breath by the time he was done, crawling up your body and resuming his kisses along your collarbone, paying attention to your breasts.

His erection poked at your inner thigh, waiting and longing to be inside you. He let out a shaky breath as you wrapped your hand around his length, guiding it towards your entrance.

A synchronized groan left your lips as he stretched you in one easy thrust, forehead resting against yours as he breathed you in. The impetuosity of the moment had you reach your climaxes in no time, his steady rhythm pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Your walls clenched around his cock desperately as you came, clinging onto him and effectively speeding up his orgasm.

“Oh Y/N..” Tony let out a grunt before you felt ropes of cum paint your walls, his breath hot against your flushed skin. The desire to keep him close made you wrap your legs around him tighter as you floated away in bliss.

.

“I hate to bring in this angle but it’s not just me who misses you terribly. My kid does too.”

A smile made its way on your face, allowing it to turn into a chuckle, you placed your hand under your chin as you gazed up at Tony.

“Did Morgan send you here?”

“She actually threw me out of my own house to apologize. Wouldn’t talk to me unless I bring her best friend back. I bribed her with juice pops. Didn’t work. And that’s usually a fail-safe way.” he stated, shaking his head fondly while you giggled, his hand traced your back soothingly, the other caressing your cheek.

“I have to go to Malibu for a few days, Y/N.” he added after a few moments of silence.

“Oh..when will you be back?” you frowned, idly tracing your fingers around the light dusting of hair on his chest as it rose and fell steadily.

“Couple of weeks, could be more. I just need to settle this drama with Pepper for good. She’s got her eye on Stark Industries and the head office is in Malibu. The board of directors and I need to have a sit down and discuss a few things.” he sighed, all this worrying had his frown lines deepen over. You couldn’t imagine the stress he was under, he didn’t talk about it to anyone but you understood.

Squeezing his hand in reassurance, you placed a kiss against his cheek, laying your head on his chest once again.

“I will try not to miss Morgan too much.” you teased.

“What about me?” he feigned hurt, giving your sides a little tickle.

“You? I guess you’re alright. For an annoying neighbor.” you murmured, giggling when he smacked your bum playfully.

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A couple of weeks had turned to four. Tony kept you updated as best as he could, calling you over Facetime whenever he had time, the call evidently would be hijacked by Morgan who spoke to you whenever she had the chance.

Carrying your bowl of strawberries, you made yourself comfortable on the couch, holding your phone up as Morgan went on about her day.

“Everything okay, honey?” Tony’s voice came through from behind her.

“Yeah, why?”

“You look a little pale. Did you eat?”

You held up the bowl for him to see, making him frown slightly. You had never been one to keen on fruits. Watching you close your eyes and rest against the back of the couch only made his concern grow.

“Relax Tony. I’m only tired. I had a long day.”

As soon as you were done with the call, you felt a bit queasy. You had to rush to the toilet as bile rose up to your throat, making you throw up.

Could be the result of a bad choice of dinner you’d made last night, you thought. The desire to finish an entire pizza overtook you yesterday and you were surprised at your own appetite.

An alert from your phone made you check the notification, it was one of your apps that helped track your period. As you opened it, your mouth went dry.

You were very, very late.

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Rule #1 (Part 7) Angst.

Tony Stark (Sugar Daddy) x Reader Insert. 

Warnings: Burglary, Angst, Fluff, Unprotected sex, NSFW 18+, daddy kink, slight alcoholism, the big fat L word (DONT yell at me).

Word Count: 4k

Notes: Listen, I know this took forever and I am so so so so so sorry. Don't hate me?  

(Chapter 7 of the Guns n Glitter series.)

You’re jolted awake, Tony’s hands on your shoulders. He’s standing somewhere to the right of you, the room dark and cold as you bolt awake. You can’t see anything yet, just the outline of his body hovering over you. It scares you, like a nightmare come to life.

“Babe, you need to get up.” His voice is hoarse, desperate almost, and it scares you even more.

“What?” Your instinct is to cling to him, grabbing his arm as you pull yourself to sit up. “Tony, what?”

He takes a deep breath, “I need you to be quiet, we need to leave. There is an intruder in the penthouse.” His words make your stomach drop, your mouth goes dry. “I disabled JARVIS in the house, but I have him on my watch, we have to be quiet if we’re going to get out of here.”

His words go in one ear and out the other, eyes darting across his face as it starts to come into focus. He looks scared. He’s panicking, you have never seen him like this before, and it’s scaring you.

“Y/n, baby, we don’t have time for this.” There is no kindness in his tone, he needs you to snap out of it. “We need to leave. Now. You have to be quiet, do you understand?”

All you can do is nod before he’s pulling you up out of the bed, guiding you towards the bathroom. He doesn’t turn the light on, your hip bone connects with the sink, the only sound that escapes you is a gasp for air.

He grabs your clothes from yesterday off the floor, a pair of leggings and a t-shirt. “Put this on, quickly.”

Your hands tremble, grabbing at the clothes, doing your best to put them on in the dark. The only light in the room comes from his watch, illuminating his face slightly. There’s a map projecting from the screen, you can only imagine it to be the floor plan of the penthouse. “Can you see them?”

The first words you’ve spoken, he looks at you through the hologram, his eyes are dark, blank. You don’t recognize the man standing in front of you. “Yes. I can sneak us out without them knowing if you’re quiet.” Is all he says, looking down to watch you dress, your hands struggling in your panic.

You’re afraid, he can see that now, his harshness dropping at the sight of you. “Baby, I’m sorry.” He grabs at your leggings, holding them out for you to step in, grabbing his arms for support. “But I have to get you out of here, the longer we sit here the smaller our chances of getting out without-“

The sound of glass shattering, too far away to be outside the door, but too close for his liking. “We need to go. Don’t let go of me, don’t make a sound.”

Your leggings snap against your hips as he pulls them up, harshly, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the bathroom. In your rush to get dressed, you forgot to grab shoes, bare feet padding softly against the cold floor. You can’t see anything, facing his back as he walks towards the bedroom door, turning the knob slowly, light filling the room as he pulls the door open.

You hold your breath, one second passes, two, he pokes his head out, three, then he’s pulling you behind him as he rushes out of the room.

You can see the light from his watch and nothing else as you walk through the lounge, the entire floor is dark, you can hear faint conversation in the distance, it sounds like its coming from kitchen, the opposite direction of where you’re headed.

You wonder how they got in, how they got passed JARVIS’s security systems, how they got inside without Tony knowing.

You gasp, a sharp pain shooting through your foot, Tony freezes, his grip on your arm tightening. He turns to look at you, watching as you step back. It’s then that he realizes that you’re barefoot, that there is glass shattered across the floor.

That dark look returns to his face, he grabs you and picks you up, turning to run towards what you realize is the back elevator.

You didn’t think you were that loud, but the sound of rushing footsteps tell you otherwise, your heart beating in your ears as Tony bangs on the elevator button, a useless attempt at getting it to open faster.

Just as it does, you see a flashlight, two dark figures running at a full sprint towards you, and you brace yourself for the inevitable.

But nothing ever happens, Tony rushes into the elevator, dropping you against the wall and bracing you against it, the door slides closed and the elevator starts to go down.

His breathing is so heavy in your ear, the panic you feel inside is audibly taking over him, his flight or fight taking over as he sandwiches you against the elevator wall. “Are you okay?” He asks, his voice almost failing him.

And as if you both just remember, he pushes back, looking down to your foot. He kneels, his face blank as he grabs you by the ankle, his hand so contrastingly warm to the cold floor you stand on. He props your foot up on his knee, tilting his head to look at the bottom of it. “You’re bleeding. There should be paramedics downstairs.”

You have so many questions, so many things you want to say, but words fail you. The only thing you know is that he got you out. Your Ironman, your superhero.

A tear falls, rolls right off your cheek and onto your foot, catching his attention immediately.

“Oh, no no. Don’t cry. You’re okay.”

He looks up at you, shaking his head, cooing at you as if you were a child. “I don’t know what we’re going to walk into out there. I need you to be strong for me, just until we get you checked out. Okay?”

This didn’t feel right, the peaceful weekend away has turned into a nightmare, and he’s acting like nothing is happening, like he’s used to this, like he has seen this before, seen worse. He is comfortable here, in this panic state, it dawns on you then, that this is nothing compared to what he has actually been through. This night could have been so much worse.

“Okay, but can you hold me, please?” You hate how scared you sound, and you can see the way your voice tugs at him, frowning as he stands to embrace you.

It takes everything in you not to break down and cry, the man holding you has saved you, he has given you everything you know in life, he has faced darkness and hardship that he would never let you discover. Your protector.

The elevator stops, he scoops you up into his arms as the doors open, and the scene that unfolds before you is like a movie. An ambulance, police rushing towards you, EMT’s taking you from his arms as a team of SWAT officers crowd the elevator. It’s loud, cameras flashing as paparazzi crowd the scene.

But Tony is there, watching as you are placed inside of an ambulance, eyes darting to watch your surroundings.

Emergency responders work quickly to check you over, finding the cut on the bottom of your foot. They clean it, the sting of alcohol making you flinch, catching Tony’s attention once again. They bandage your foot, checking that you can walk, that you aren’t concussed before letting Tony take you away from the scene.

He carries you around the side of the building, police creating a barrier between you and the crowd of bystanders. It’s too much, too loud, too bright, the adrenaline from the incident is wearing off. Your tiredness returns as you reach the valet, and it isn’t until he helps you inside of the car, the door closing leaving you alone for a moment, that you take a deep breath, all your emotions flooding you.

And it’s like he can sense it, settling into the drivers seat and offering you his arm to grab. It is all he can do right now, putting the car into drive, and racing down the street. You cling to him, silent tears falling when you reach the airport, letting go for only a moment as he gets out and walks to your side of the car, opening your door and picking you up to carry you onto the jet.

You have never felt like this before, needing him this way. Feeling too scared and helpless, then so safe and secure in his arms. It awakens something in you, a warmth, a tingle in the pit of your stomach that makes you want to throw up.

You realize in this moment- face stained with tears, arms wrapped around his neck as he carries you up the stairs onto the jet, into the bedroom, lights so dim that you barely notice the difference when he turns them off after setting you down on the bed -that you think you feel something for him.

He strips, pushing you back to lay down against the cool sheets, pulling your clothes from you as well. He doesn’t say anything for a while, just lets you curl yourself against him under the sheets. You lay in silence as the jet engine starts, as the jet starts to move and takes flight.

It isn’t until he can feel that you are calmer that he finally speaks, your heart rate slow, your tears have stopped, and your grip on him is a loving embrace, no longer clinging to him for safety.

“This will never happen again.” He says, his voice cold against your hair. “It shouldn’t have happened, I don’t know how it happened, but this will never happen to you again.”

You can feel it in your chest, he means it. But you don’t know what to say, you just hold him closer, listening to the sound of his breathing. He kisses your head, over and over, telling you that you are safe.

You fall asleep that way, safe in his arms, eyes puffy and exhausted from crying. You sleep through the entire flight, not knowing that Tony couldn’t find it in himself to close his eyes.

He couldn’t let himself rest, his mind racing with everything he was going to do to make sure he kept you safe from this day forward. Because it wasn’t just you who was afraid, it wasn’t just you who felt a pain in your chest at the thought of what had happened tonight.

He thought he was going to lose you, he thought that he was going to fail you. You, out of all the people he has protected, all the people he has risked his life for. You were the one he almost let down.

And as you slept in his arms, he whispered a promise into your ear that he would never let you down again, placed soft kisses to your face, as if doing so would erase this event from your mind.

He was careless, cocky, inviting you into a life you knew nothing about, risking your life in the process. He was torn between letting you go to your own home and bringing you back to his. Where you would feel safest, where he would feel safest leaving you.

He beats himself up over it, seeing himself as a cancer, spreading and ruining every good thing around him. He can’t let it happen to you to. He can’t let himself ruin you.

The jet starts to descend, it’s been hours that he has watched you sleep, making sure you’re okay. He feels so guilty, knowing that you will be scared for life. The anxiety of the press, the fear of intruders in her home, her being an innocent bystander in this life he has exposed to her.

You stir in his arms, feeling him there beside you wakes you up in a panic, a reminder of what you just escaped from, a dull throbbing in your foot as you gain consciousness again. You only slept for a few hours, the jet landing jolting you awake. When you turn, Tony is looking down at you, eyes red and tired.

You realize he didn’t sleep at all, watching over you instead.

“Tony-“

He cuts you off with a kiss, “I’m fine. I wanted to make sure you got some sleep.”

And there it is again, that pain in your chest, that tug. But you say nothing, letting him kiss you, again and again. Because tonight could have ended differently, and this moment feels so sacred, a favor from the universe.

“Thank you.” You whisper against his lips. “For protecting me.”

He scoffs, “Did you think I wouldn’t?” His attempt to lighten the mood works, only a little. “I will never let anything happen to you as long as I am alive.”

It is more than a promise, a guarantee, and the severity behind it comforts you, but scares you.

He feels guilty that this happened, feels responsible, and you can see now why he has been so different to you during this entire thing. But again, you say nothing, following his lead as he gets up, putting his clothes back on. This isn’t the time or the place.

You just want to go home.

Another question sitting on your lips as he turns the lights on for you to see, eyes locking for a second. “I’m taking you to my place. I don’t want you to be alone for a while.”

A while is very vague, but in this moment, you don’t question it. How could you? You get up, careful to only apply pressure to the heel of your foot as you get dressed. You feel pampered as he picks you up and carries you off the jet, placing you in the passenger seat of that hot rod car you love so much.

You feel safe, as if you can just wash your hands of what happened and be done with it. But you can see it on his face, the obsession he has developed with how to undo what has happened.

You wait until he settles, his posture relaxed as he drives, music playing softly. You sit up in your seat, leaning over the console to wrap your arms around his neck, placing a wet kiss to his cheek. He smiles, only briefly, as if he were distracted.

“Trapped in your mind palace?” You can’t help but tease, earning another small smile from him.

“I’m afraid I will be for a while.” He admits to you, leaning into your embrace.

“You protected me, we’re okay.” You point out. “I feel much better after sleeping.”

He sighs, “It’s more to it than that, baby.” He says, “It shouldn’t have happened, it’s my job to keep you safe. Always.”

“I am safe.”

“Let me do my job as your man.” His tone is final, dominant, something you’ve only seen come from him in a sexual way. But never like this, never so possessive in a deeper way. But he doesn’t give you time to think about it. “Seeing you like that-“ All he can do is shake his head, and it tugs at your heart.

“But stressing over it doesn’t help me.” You say, trying a different approach. “I want you to be present, I want you to kiss me and comfort me.” A soft smile playing at your lips, “I want you to fuck me like you’re scared of losing me.”

Because as fucked up as it is, that’s what you need. You need him to just hold you, touch you, make you feel okay. You don’t like this version of him, you don’t like him stuck in his head and plotting to destroy the world because you got hurt.

You want him to love on you, to distract you and become lost in you.

He can’t help but laugh, glancing over at you with a sparkle in his eyes, “You’re something else.” You kiss him again. “I will, but I need to make sure you’re okay first.”

And for some reason this response feels better than what you wanted. Its softer, kinder, attentive. A side of him that you don’t see as often as you would like.

You settle back into your seat, reaching to hold his hand instead while he drives you to his house. Everything you brought with you was left behind in your rush to leave, but one night in one of his t-shirts won’t kill you, and something tells you that you won’t have it on for very long anyways.

JARVIS is quick to greet you when the car enters the garage, “My apologies for tonight’s events, Y/n. I was partially disabled during the intrusion, I’m glad to see you are alright.”

You look to Tony, who lets out a huff as he lifts you from the passenger seat. “They hacked JARVIS. This wasn’t a regular break in. Some college wanna be’s can’t just hack my building, no offense,” He kisses your temple as he carries you into the house. “This was backed by someone with resources.”

That scares you a little. You know he has enemies, but you also know he has the best tech to exist to mankind. Or at least he thought, up until tonight. Whoever did this isn’t a group of dumbass robbers looking for a come up. These people were trained, with advanced tech, and an agenda.

“But that’s for me to figure out later.” His shoes squeak as he turns towards the kitchen, sitting you down on the counter. “Right now I have an injured princess who needs pampering.”

The way he says it makes you smile, as if he’s teasing you about it, but you know he wouldn’t let you walk on that foot even if you asked. “A glass of wine before bed?”

“You can have whatever you want, sweetheart.”

He opens the fridge to pull out a bottle for you, something sweet and strong and pink, popping the cork and handing it to you. You don’t need a glass, not tonight. You feel better, your head feels lighter, your body weightless as you sip from the mouth of the bottle, sweet liquid spilling from one corner of your mouth.

You don’t wipe it, watching as his eyes trail it, then lift to your lips, pouty and wet with wine. He kisses you. Softly, slowly, stealing the breath from your lungs, lifting you to push yourself against him. It’s sweet, sensual, exactly what you needed.

But he pulls away, quickly, plucking the bottle from your hand to take a sip for himself. Then his eyes turn a little serious.

“I need you to hear me out before you say no.” He starts, trying to pitch it to you. “This is kind of serious, and as tempting as you look right now, I won’t be able to focus on anything until I get this out.”

Your attempts to relax him and distract him are failing, so you yield, shrinking back as you watch him take a deep breath.

“I don’t want you living in that apartment alone anymore after tonight.” It comes out fast, “The media knows your face, and after what happened tonight it’s not safe for you to be on your own.”

“Tony, they aren’t after me-“

“They weren’t this time. They probably didn’t know you were even with me.” He says, “But now they do. This isn’t a traditional arrangement, but its something, and I’m willing to bet every penny I have that whoever this is would try to exploit it if given the chance.”

He has a good point, it pisses you off.

“It’s just until this blows over, until I can figure out how to get this under wraps.” He runs a hand through his hair, “You’re going to be all over the media for a while, and I don’t know how else to keep you safe.”

“I can’t just stay here,” You huff, “I have class.”

“Like I’m too old to know that zoom exists,” He squints at you, mockingly. “I’m not doing this to punish you I’m trying to protect you. I don’t know what this is, and I can’t let you get hurt again because of me.”

Hearing him say that kills all protest from you. You can only nod, letting him kiss your forehead as he passes the wine bottle back to you.

You take a few deep swigs from it, wishing it were stronger. Wishing it would wipe your mind, and his.

But this is the reality of who he is, there is no running from that. He is an Avenger, a targeted man. A man who puts his life on the line for the fate of the universe, how could you expect him not to do this for you?

“Fine.” It comes out like a whine, bringing a smile back to his face. “Will you take me to bed now?”

Will you fuck me now? Its on the tip of your tongue, but you don’t have to say it. He knows you, inside and out. He knows how to take your worries away, how to put you at ease, how to release your stress and help you relax. He knows how to make you feel wanted. Loved. Safe. Protected.

Loved.

That tug in your chest, that pit in your stomach.

It hits you finally- when he lays you down in his bed for what feels like the millionth time, when he kisses you so softly, so deeply. When he fucks you into the mattress, his hands holding you tightly against him, moaning in your ear, promising you the world -you love him.

You close your eyes, embracing the feeling of it, the pulsing in your ears, the warmth that spreads through you.

You love him.

It scares you, but It feels right. In this moment, legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him close, hands lost in his hair as you kiss him with everything you have, moaning with every thrust he makes inside of you.

It feels so right. So you say it, against your better judgement, against everything you two talked about and agreed on.

“I love you,” Slips from your lips, and the words are swallowed with a kiss in response.

A passion you’ve never known from him before, as if he were trying to claim you, as if he were trying to make your words exist in a physical way. It makes you want to cry, the emotion becoming so overwhelming as he fucks you, bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm.

It feels so unreal, so perfect, the way he moans into your mouth, a steady rhythm making you bounce against the mattress with every thrust.

He pulls back for a moment, letting you breathe, letting you look him in the eyes when he finally says, “I love you more.”

Your orgasm rips through you, the overstimulation pulling a moan from you that has you digging your nails into his arms, your pussy clenches around him as you struggle through it. He leans down to hold you, keeping his pace and fucking you through it, “Good girl,” he coos in your ear, his teeth grit with restraint, helping you through it, “That’s what you needed?” He kisses your ear, and you can feel yourself squeezing around him. “I love you, pretty girl.”

You moan, feeling him pick up a new rhythm. You can’t help yourself, biting into his shoulder, edging him on. You feel him twitch inside of you, a loud gasp muffled into your hair as he finally lets himself come inside you, and you embrace the feeling of him coming undone in your arms.

Both panting for air, the reality of what just happened starts to set in, and a slight panic overcomes you.

You just broke sugar baby rule number one.

Never fall in love.

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MASTERLIST;

— a collection of stories written by yours truly ;)

[steve rogers masterpost]

→ one last kiss;

synopsis: in which Steve gives you one last kiss.

→ meant to be; pt 2

synopsis: Who said revenge wasn't sweet.

→ ghost of you;

synopsis: he was nothing be the ghost, a shell of a man he once was. it was a cruel joke. Steve was nothing but small fragments of the man she left behind.

[bucky barnes masterpost]

��� meant to be;

synopsis: some people are meant to be, some aren't. there's never in-between.

→ meant to be; part 2

synopsis: Who said revenge wasn't sweet.

[tony stark masterpost]

→ sugar baby;

synopsis: the team loved to label you, as the greedy sugar baby that's lived of the one and only Tony Stark’s pockets.

[wanda maximoff masterpost]

→ little red;

synopsis: shame. nothing but shame to be in love with a women how couldn't see you the same.

→ for love;

synopsis; she was your world, you were her girl.

[matt murdock masterpost]

→ not her;

synopsis: maybe it was for the better, to be left alone in a world which was never designed for you.

→ broken dreams;

synopsis: there always be a fine line between love and hate.

[frank castle masterpost]

→ i’m worth it;

synopsis: all you wanted was him, why was that so hard for frank to understand. What was it? was it the age difference or was it because he couldn’t see you nothing more then just a kid. compared to him.

[billy russo masterpost]

→ counting stars;

synopsis: who didn’t love older guys, you know you did. glady even if it came of the disapproval of your mother’s.

| masterlist |

[tasm! peter parker masterpost]

→ second best;

synopsis: being second best is something, you truly came accustomed to while dating peter parker.

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Nobody Agent

A.N: this is my first time writing any type of story. So I’m so sorry for any mistakes. I am in between a Bucky story or a Tony story. I’m a sucker for enemies to lovers trope and I love angst so there will be a lot of it. Any notes, reblogs or recommendations are appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read my story.

A.N#2 eventual smut. Slow burner.

“You are kicking ass girl!” Your friend Aura exclaimed.

You were in the O.S.S compound gym training after your latest mission had not gone the way you had wanted it to. The mission had been successful except that your partner Jordan had come out injured out of it. To you that was unacceptable. You knew that some if not most of these missions were life or death.

“Not good enough,” you panted between breaths.

Aura rolled her eyes. Of course you, the perfectionist, were not satisfied with TKO’ing almost all the agents that were going up against you.

“Y/N you’ve been at this for almost 2 hours. You can take a break you know.”

“No.” You said flatly.

“Agent Miles.” Damn it. That was your cue to stop. You turned around to see who had called you by your on field name and saw that Nick Fury was the one who had said your name.

“Director,” you said dropping your guard and stepping off the training mats. Thankfully your opponent had stopped as soon as they had heard Fury too.

“Agent Miles, I thought you would be up in your quarters resting from your recent mission.” Fury said.

“I couldn’t sleep, sir.” You kept your answers short. That’s how you always needed to be. Not say more than what could be necessary. It prevented misunderstandings and opening up to people was not your thing. Especially not to the director of the O.S.S.

“Well I need you to rest up. There is another mission you are being assigned to.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. Usually there would be at least 1 week in between missions to allow your body to heal and rest. This must be something pretty important, although it still made your wonder what Fury might need you to do when there were at least 30 other agents in the compound able to do the same thing you could.

“Sir, I just got back last night from my mission—“

“That doesn’t seem to stop you from training, why would it stop you from doing this.” He interrupted. “My office, one hour for a mission recon.” And with that he stepped out leaving you with more questions than answers as Nick Fury usually did.

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” Was the only thing you could think of saying. After 5 years in the agency it came as second nature to you.

“What do you think it is?” Aura broke the silence that Fury left.

“No idea,” you replied as you started to clean and put the mats away around you.

“Leave it, I’ll do it. Go shower and freshen up before you have to meet Fury at his office. He might not give you much to get things in order before your mission.”

“You’re the best!” You said as you gave her a tight side hug that lifted her slightly off the ground.

“Don’t you forget it!” She yelled out to you as you ran out of the training room.

Thankfully your room wasn’t too far from the training center that you still had a majority of the hour left to freshen up.

As you entered your room you noticed your mission bag still on your bed as you had left it 2 hours ago making a mental note that you probably had to put in new mission clothes in there before leaving to see Nick. You wondered if you should take it to his office in case you were needed immediately or if they would give you some time to come back to your room again.

Walking into your bathroom already naked and leaving your dirty clothes in the hamper you took a look in the mirror. Apart from your constant unhappiness with your body you started noticing the different shades of bruises that indicated the different stages of healing. One particularly nasty one started to show from this recent mission right above your rib cage. Sore to the touch you decided that you would eventually need a hot bath with some salts when you had more than an hour to relax.

Stepping in to the hot shower felt like heaven and you wondered why you hadn’t done that last night. The guilt from the mission still eating at you. It was supposed to be a fairly simple mission that ended up with you and your partner coming too close to an explosion. You had been far enough that the explosion had only thrown you a couple feet that had caused the bruises that you saw. Your partner was not as lucky. He was a little too close to the explosion and was thrown against a nearby brick wall knocking him out and breaking an arm. You had gotten to him in time and were able to help him to back to the quinjet.

After your shower you got out and wrapped one towel on your torso and the other around your hair. You checked the clock and noticed you still had 30 minutes left till you had to meet Fury. You decided to wear your mission outfit. Not that you had much of any other choice, you knew that you were going to have to be prepared for whatever mission Fury set for you. After drying off your hair and putting it in a high bun you started refreshing your mission bag. Taking out previously worn clothes with blood on it, you put it on the hazard hamper. The compound provided you with washing machines in the units but anything that had been used in the mission that came back with blood or anything else had to go to the lab in case there was useful information that could pertain to each case and mission.

Looking at the watch again, you noticed you now had 10 minutes left to meet Fury. You decide to head out as nervousness starts to creep up on you. You hadn’t sensed any urgency in Fury when he mentioned that you had another mission to go to but the fact that it was so close to the last one, you wondered if you were about to be reprimanded for how it had gone. Although you logically knew you couldn’t have done anything to avoid the explosion, you still felt a pang of guilt. That didn’t not help in thinking that this might be it and that Nick Fury was going to fire you.

Not much after knocking on Fury’s door you hear a faint yet calm “come in.” Stepping in you see that he is not alone. He is accompanied by non other than Tony Stark, Pepper Potts and behind his desk, Nick Fury. You tried not to show your confusion but as always you usually failed at that.

“Agent Miles,” Fury said. “Come In and take a seat. This is Tony Stark and Pepper Potts from the Avengers Team. Stark,” Fury continued. “Pepper this is agent Y/N Miles.”

“Pleasure,” you gave a slight smile as you shook hands with Pepper. She returned a full smile at you. Stark was more serious, which surprised you. You followed the media when it came to the Avengers. After all, it was everyones goal to become one of them. They were the O.S.S celebrities practically. Everything that was said about Stark was that he was arrogant and usually said more than he should sometimes. Hard to control, the fact that he was almost speechless right now, did nothing to help your nerves.

“Tony,” Pepper nudged him slightly.

You had been holding your hand out to shake for a few seconds and the billionaire had still not shaken it. To say you were star struck and probably had dozed off had creeped him out and made him regret his decision at being at this meeting anyway.

“Oh right,” Tony jolted back. “Agent Miles, pleasure. Please sit.” He said as he pointed to the third chair next to him.

“So, agent,” Fury started. “You might be a little confused as to why you are here.”

“A little yeah,” you quietly replied. You weren’t usually shy when it came to talking to Fury. Quite the opposite. There had been sometimes that you didn’t agree with certain decisions from the director and you were quick to voice your opinions without fearing repercussions. This however you knew was different. If Tony Stark was involved, you must have done something wrong.

“Agent you are being assigned to an undercover mission. You will be watching a few suspects of trading Super Soldier Serum across the globe.” Fury continued. “You know what the Super Soldier Serum is right?”

You nodded.

You knew that Captain America had gotten the Serum back in the 40’s. You also knew that Captain America’s best friend had also been tortured and been given the Serum. He was referred to as the Winter Soldier when he first came out in the media but had no idea what his name was. Only that the media had mentioned that the Winter Soldier name was a sore spot to him. Christ, you needed a life other than following the Avengers in the media.

Fury continued, “You’ll be stationed in one part of the country for a few weeks, depending on how long it takes you to get the information we need, then you’ll be transferred to another for the same mission to look at another suspect for the same crime. Most likely with a different partner. We will straighten out the details as we go.”

The mission didn’t sound too difficult you thought.

“Your first partner will be Sargent James Barnes.” Fury said.

The confusion on your face must have been apparent as he sighed and said “formerly known as the Winter Soldier.”

Oh, that was his name, James Barnes.

You nodded again as you started to understand the mission. You looked at Stark who was not fiddling with his thumbs.

“Ms. Potts here is to go over some documents with you that you will need to sign before joining the Avengers.”

What.

Mouth slightly agape, you didn’t know what to say and just stuttered while trying to find the right words to say. This had always been a dream of yours and you had always worked harder than anyone to achieve it, so why was it so hard to believe that you had finally done it.

“Can we speed it along, Fury,” Stark finally spoke up. He sounded irritated but you assumed that he probably had a million things to do rather than welcoming a nobody agent to the Avengers.

Fury sighed, clearly annoyed with interruption. “Stark is here to set up your account with the A.I. that is used in the Avengers tower. As it is his A.I. only he can do it. If you really were concerned about your time Stark then you would’ve given access to Pepper to set up the accounts.”

“Uh I’m sorry, I never intended some nobody agents to join the Avengers and didn’t think that I,” he put an emphasis on the I. “Would have to add anyone into Avengers towers without my consent.”

Ouch.

Nobody agent? You knew that the missions you did could not compare to what the Avengers did but nobody agent, coming from the Tony Stark stung like a slap to the face.

“Tony!” Pepper breathed out. “I’m sorry agent we won’t take more of your time. Can you sign these papers. They are for insurance, liability and the contract with the Avengers.”

“Insurance?” You asked

“Yes, as Avengers sometimes there is damage that may be caused. Damage that the Avengers Company has to pay for. We are essentially just adding you to our policy. This also would give a 4 million dollar payout life insurance if anything were to happen to you.”

“Oh we don’t have to worry about that, I don’t have a family.”

Pepper smiled understandingly, “or your next of kin.”

“What are the other papers?” You asked.

“The other ones are just parts of the contract with the Avengers Company. You’ll get a handbook notating all the rules, regulations and expectations that you are to live within while you are at the compound. For example,” she continued. “There are no maids in the compound, this is to ensure the safety of our team members in coming across any possible double agents, you will be responsible for cleaning your messes, keeping your quarters cleaned. No dating within the team and training accordingly to improve and maintain any skills that you have to perform the best you possibly can when missions are to be assigned.”

The rules sounded easy enough and you wondered what other rules could be on the Avengers handbook. You were a pretty neat person, not the cleanest but definitely not the worst.

Dating within the team? Easy. You were already kinda seeing someone from the O.S.S compound. Rumlow. He was one of the top agents in the compound. Known to have done a few missions with the Avengers already. You were going to have to ask him to help you once you could talk to him again.

Training? Easy. You did that everyday religiously already.

“Jesus, I can practically hear you thinking, agent.” Tony snarked.

“Any questions?” Pepper asked as she ignored Tony’s rudeness.

“No, I think I understand so far.”

You signed the papers and left the room. You couldn’t believe that your hard work was paying off. At this point the adrenaline of just having joined the Avengers kept you going back to your room. You hadn’t yet realized how tired you were, that as soon as you rested your head on your pillow you were already dreaming of your upcoming assignment.

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Chemical Reaction Ch. 4

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Eventual Tony Stark x Fem!reader

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: In compairson to other things, this really tame. But mentions of bruising, 'hospital' setting, and overall angsty feelings.

Author's Note: I had half a mind not to finish this series. But the part of me that keeps saying 'write it for yourself' is very loud and I can't block her out. Plus Im hoping tht after some time away from it, ya'll will suddenly flood it. Either way, I'm writing it. Also! I'm implementing a library method to hopefully make it so Tumblr won't force you to miss something! So be sure to follow @xxwritemeastoryxxlibrary and turn on notifications 💕

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Tony’s thumb gently rubbed over the small double helix segment that was now embedded in Y/N’s skin. The same one that matched his that had shown up out of nowhere in the last several hours. One that he had tried to remove from his skin several times before finding its twin on her wrist.

Each time his thumb moved over the marking, he hoped in some way it would vanish. But after several minutes of trying, it was evident that both marks wouldn’t be leaving any time soon. And as disbelief vanished and reality set in, Tony knew that this had everything to do with the component.

It was proof that the component had altered both of their DNA without needing to look at the results of the bloodwork. Proof that the both of them currently had something they had no understanding of running through their veins.

“What did we get ourselves into?” The words were more to himself than to Y/N. He was sure that Y/N couldn’t hear him with her current sedation.

He closed both of his hands around Y/N’s, holding her hand tightly within them. Even with holding her hand for the few minutes that he had been, her hand was still cold in comparison to his. How differently her hand felt in comparison to the week beforehand.

Tony may have been grabbing her hand to stop her in her haste to get started on deconstructing the gun, but her hand was warm. Now, her circulation was poor enough that her extremities were growing colder by the minute.

After another moment, Tony opened his mouth to say something else before closing it rather quickly. He didn't know how to do this. He didn't know how to sit beside someone in a hospital bed and not just simply stare at the person. He didn't know how to speak to Y/N without it feeling off in a way.

Tony believed his words would go unheard if he spoke to her. With that belief it felt pointless to try to tell her anything. To tell her how guilty he felt. To tell her how sorry he'd been about the whole situation.

"I-" A sigh passed his lips. How could he easily talk to her, insult her, give her nicknames and work with her, but not get the words out now? "I know I'm not your favorite person to be around. But I need you to wake up. Wake up and kick me out of the room. Anything is better than seeing you like this." His eyes flickered to the monitor above her bed. A thought crossed his mind and he couldn't stop the words from spilling. "Or don't because I can sit here and talk your ear off with…useless ramblings since there's no definite way to prove you are listening. I can spill all my darkest secrets and wouldn't be able to tell a soul."

His head bowed down, his eyes moving from their hands down to the marbled floor beneath them. "Please wake up sleeping beauty." The words had barely been a whisper.

“Blood analysis is back.” Natasha said walking into the room a moment later

Tony hadn’t moved to remove his hands or even lean back away from Y/N. He simply lifted his forehead and looked over at Natasha. “Let me guess. Anomalies throughout both of them. All of them similar to the readings JARVIS had taken?”

Natasha’s eyebrow raised. “If you already knew, why have the analysis done?”

“Validating theories.” He gave a slight nod of his head before looking towards Y/N. “Was it similar to what Hydra had for the two hostages?”

Natasha walked further into the room, coming to a stop beside the bed. Just as she had done every time she came in to spend time with Y/N, she took in every detail of her to see if there were any noticeable changes. But every time she did, there were hardly any.

More discolored bruises as her body attempted to heal. The endless beeping and noises from the machines around them. And the monitors showing everything she was hooked up to was keeping her stable.

“Eerily similar.” She noted as she took a hold of Y/N’s left hand. “However Y/N’s samples aren’t anywhere close to being as fatal as the woman's was at this time frame. Hours after the blast, they declined at the same rate.”

“Shows that there are differences in our cases.” His hands had subconsciously squeezed in comfort.

"Based on Day 8 notes, which is where we're currently at, she's holding steady. Her scans from this morning are showing progress from her bones healing to her blood pressure rising in the right direction." Natasha's thumb gently ran over the back of Y/N's hand. "As long as she stays here, she's slowly getting better. Trying to move her anywhere seems like taking several hundred steps back."

"Then we don't move her until she's stable enough to not trigger a decline." He gave a nod of his head.

There was hope building within him. Hope that was trying to snuff out the guilt that had filled him since waking up and seeing Y/N in her bed. Hope that maybe she would survive what the component had done to her.

“You, on the other hand,” She looked over at him. “have healed at a slower rate than the man. But given the proximity that you two had been in, it makes sense.”

A huff of a chuckle passed his lips. “Not surprised by that either. Though it doesn’t explain why one of us is currently up and about and the other…”

He still couldn’t bring himself to say that Y/N was struggling to survive. He couldn’t allow himself to even begin to think that she wouldn’t make it another week. But if her levels were a lot steadier than the information they were currently working with, all the more reason not to say it at all.

After a moment, Tony shook his head, getting rid of the thoughts in his head. “She shouldn’t be in this bed.”

Natasha watched as Tony’s eyes scanned Y/N for the hundredth time since she stepped into the room. She noted how at times his eyes would glass over for a moment before he’d blink back the emotions that were building up within him. She also hadn’t missed the way Tony hadn’t let go of Y/N’s hand or the way every few moments his hold would tighten before loosening up.

She knew how much Tony and Y/N bickered every time they needed to work together. When they weren’t fighting, they were like two kids in a candy store, but with science and tech. She’d seen several times while coming to visit Y/N where she’d stun even Tony with her ideas or details that worked better than Tony’s. Natasha had also known the pair to have the briefest moments between them where they laughed and enjoyed their time together.

And much like everyone else in the place, Natasha witnessed the way they threw a past event in each other’s face. It was surprising that the two never actually said what the event was. But the tension and the hurt in their voices afterwards proved time and time again that before becoming an Avenger or even an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., the two had been more than acquaintances that fight whenever they are forced to work together.

But this, how she currently saw Tony, was something Natasha believed she had never seen before. Natasha would have thought Tony would be down in the lab already scouring for a way to help Y/N. He would be neck deep in the research of the component to find the answers to the questions he had asked several hours ago. Yet he hadn’t left the med bay since he had woken up.

He hadn’t eaten or cleaned himself up. He had still been in the set of med bay scrubs he’d been wearing while recovering and his beard hadn’t been touched up to its normal shape. Any other time Tony would have been up, out of the med bay, and in his normal attire and cleanliness. He may have looked healthy, but Natasha could see how this was haunting him.

“It’s not your fault Tony.” Natasha said as she gave Y/N’s hand a gentle squeeze before bring it down to rest on her stomach. Her fingers slowly moved out from beneath Y/N’’s fingers as she moved her eyes towards the monitor beside her bed. “You didn’t do this to her.”

Tony scoffed. “No but I was too busy arguing with her to notice what was going on right under our noses. If I hadn’t-” His mind instantly went to the conversation before the blast. The things he had been saying to her were nothing she hadn’t heard before. But it was the one insult he was about to toss at her that weighed the most and the words didn’t even fully leave his lips. “Before the component went off, I practically told her that she was no better than Hydra.”

Tony leaned in closer to Y/N, placing his elbows onto the bed beside her, his hands never letting her hand go. His eyes moved over her face again, hoping that Y/N would give him some kind of sign that she’d make it through this. That she’d wake up and beat the current odds they were faced with.

“It was the heat of the moment, Tony.” Natasha’s eyes hadn’t moved from the monitor. Her eyes may have been taking in the information from the monitors, but she hadn’t missed the guilt that Tony’s words carried. “For as many times as I’ve heard you throw rocks at her, she continuously stood her ground against it.” Her eyes moved towards Tony. “She even threw a few of her own.” The slightest smile pulled at the corner of her lips. “She’ll wake up and throw bricks this time.”

Her words caused them both to chuckle. Tony shook his head before resting his chin on his and Y/N’s hands. Against his skin he could feel the warmth his hands had helped to warm hers up. But they were still colder in comparison to normal.

“I expect those bricks to hurt like a bitch when she does.” He looked over at Natasha.

“As long as I get to watch when she does.” She gave a slight shrug of her shoulders. In return, Tony rolled his eyes before turning his attention back towards Y/N. Again, she watched as Tony took in Y/N’s appearance. “I usually would wait and try to pry it out of her, but seeing as she isn’t currently talking, what happened between you two?”

An exaggerated sigh passed Tony’s lips before blowing a raspberry. “The better question to ask is what didn’t I do? You got a few more hours to spend visiting? There’s quite a list.”

“Summarize. It would make it so we’re not in here for another six hours.” She said with a tilt of her head.

“In a few sentences?” He took a moment to think of the simplest way to explain his long lists of acts against Y/N throughout their past. “I all but ripped out her heart and stepped on it before handing it back.”

“Sounds like you ran away from something.” She noted.

His hand once again tightened around Y/N’s for a moment. “Ran and hid behind a wall when all she wanted was to be there for me. I don’t blame her for hating me.”

A huff of a laugh passed her lips. “Something tells me she doesn’t hate you. Not in the way you may think. That wall you put up-” Her eyebrow raised slightly, catching Tony’s attention.

“What is it?”

“Did you see that?” She asked as her eyes stayed locked on the way Y/N’s hand rested on her stomach.

“No.” He said with a shake of his head as he looked down at the hand in question. Just as he had, Tony caught exactly what Natasha had noticed moments before.

At first both of them didn’t believe their eyes as they watched her hand. But a moment later, they watched as Y/N raised her pointer finger slightly before it fell back against the blanket beneath it.

For the first time in a week, Y/N moved her body on her own.

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Why is it always the

"you're not the guy who makes the sacrifice play, to lay down on the wire and let the other guy crawl over you, yeah I've seen the footage the only thing you really fight for is yourself"

that gets the saddest most heartwrenching ending of all time

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Pepper and Tony are so busy planning their wedding, they completely forget to invite Peter Parker.

Bonus: Peter is supposed to be in their wedding

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controlling time travel with the help of mobius

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Typical Stark - Chapter 8

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A/N: Remember this series? I’d planned on finishing it earlier but my writer’s block got from bad to worse. These two are FINALLY sleeping together y’all.. enjoy!

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+ finally some smut, fluff.

Word count: 1.8k

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The moving in part seemed to have gone rather smoothly, given that you weren’t too fussy about most things & there was minimum heavy furniture that needed shifting, minus your favourite chair and a few other things.

You sat cross legged on the bedroom floor that Saturday morning, surrounded by your own clothes while Tony made you his famous smoothie.

“Here you go, roomie.” He chirped, traipsing in carrying two glasses before handing you one and taking a seat on the floor next to you.

“Whoa is that a G-string?” Tony reached between the piles of clothes and pulled out your pretty pink panties and smirked as you snatched it away, rolling your eyes.

Every now and then he’d poke you to ask about some item of clothing, mostly lingerie and how he’d like you to wear it on a daily basis.

You went to put a pile of your clothes inside your side of the wardrobe when Tony found your bag of private things which included more of your toys.

“Oh! What do we have here?”

Turning around to find the bag open in Tony’s hand, you ran towards him, eyes wide in horror attempting to grab it from him but he held it out of your reach.

“Tony give it back right now! I swear to God I’ll—”

“Hey I’m not judging! Well, I am, naughty girl.” He laughed heartily at your jumping to get a hold of your not-so-private stuff.

“Alright I’ll give it back on one condition.”

Huffing you crossed your arms and glared at the man.

“What?”

“You let me use it on you...now.”

His eyes darkened; humour replaced with something else now that the idea had been planted in his head. You thought about it for a bit, sure you’d had a lot of fun with Tony before this but you still hadn’t officially slept together yet, surprising as that was.

“Fine! Have at it Stark.”

Raising your hands in surrender, you walked backwards, till the back of your legs found the bed, Tony following you closing the distance before looming over your figure.

He threw the bag and it landed on the bed before pulling you flush against his chest and dipping his head to capture your lips.

The kiss switched from soft to needy in a matter of seconds.

Tony’s fingers tugged on your hair before laying you on the bed and settling between your legs. Eyes taking in your face after you broke apart momentarily, grabbing a vibrator out of the bag before pausing.

“Do you have a favourite toy, Miss Y/L/N?” Tony’s voice was soft yet teasing, that signature smirk matched yours.

“Yep. You.”

Plopping his head on your chest, he chuckled, giving you time to card your fingers through his hair. Something about that carefree laugh made your heart flutter.

“Oh, you’re more than welcome to use me like one.” Tony’s voice came out muffled as he spoke, humming in delight as your ministrations continued. The offer made a thousand scenarios run through your mind.

“I’ll take you up on that, Stark.”

“I go first.” He whispered before letting his hands reach the waistband of your pants, sliding them down slowly before you lifted your hips to aid him.

Tony’s lips found yours again as he resumed the kiss, slow and gentle this time, as if he had all the time in the world. Teasing and tasting you languidly, his lips moulded against yours perfectly, he groaned softly as your fingers found purchase in hair once more.

There was a faintest of smiles on those soft lips that you felt as your tongue peeked out to trace them, prodding them open. When he did, your tongue was pushed down by his own dominatingly while he grabbed your wrists and held them above your head, the grip gentle but tight enough. Your tongues battled against one another, challenging the other to behave but neither of you backed down, the urgency to feel every inch of him overpowered everything else.

Tony’s kisses moved southward as his lips brushed over the side of your face, down your neck where he bared his teeth, grazing them against your skin lightly before sucking on it. A needy whine escaped you as his groin brushed over yours purposely, repeating the action just barely enough for your core to meet his clothed erection.

“What a fucking tease you are…” you breathed; your voice laced with desperation which you poorly covered with annoyance.

“Honey, I’ve barely begun.”

If you could, you’d punch that smug grin off his face but you were at his mercy, mentally cursing yourself for falling prey to those doe eyes. While you were excited to finally be doing this with the man you had fallen hopelessly in love with, there was a part of you that was nervous merely owing to the reputation the guy had.

Though so far, he had been nothing like that alleged playboy image that was projected, so your obsessive thoughts had been silenced by the same doe eyes that more often than not drove you absolutely crazy for all kinds of reasons.

A dull buzzing of the vibrator brought your attention back to where you were, a giggle left your lips when Tony pressed it against your side, rolling it down your thigh before gently nudging your legs open.

“Keep them open for me.” he whispered before slanting his mouth over yours, bruising your lips while your toy inched closer and closer to your core.

Strategically, he placed it over your clit hood, grinning against your mouth while you gasped. The vibrations were mild but persistent at first; as if Tony knew precisely how much to tease it around your outer lips, inching his way over to the bundle of nerves that lay waiting.

The dull buzzing sound of your toy combined with your soft moans filled the room, your hips rising up in accord as the sensations made arousal pool between your legs.

Your eyes fell shut as Tony’s lips trailed down your body, kissing the inside of your thighs while your core was being prepped. He moved the toy away momentarily, caressing your thighs softly.

“Can I have a taste, Y/N?” he asked, ever so polite, though his brown orbs had darkened significantly, mouth inching towards the place you needed him the most. All you could manage was a nod as you watched him hold you legs apart, greedily eyeing what was already his. Reaching down, your fingers found purchase in his soft hair, guiding him where you wanted him.

Your head fell back against the pillows as he made contact with your core, deliberately teasing at first, almost shy before your hips moved to gain more contact, giving him permission for more.

You wanted more, and it had already been enough, the dilemma sent your head spinning as Tony’s mouth closed over you, nose teasing and coaxing your clit while his tongue ran along your slit, relishing the very taste of you as your toy now lay on the side, forgotten. If it wasn’t for Tony’s iron grip, your legs would’ve fallen shut as the sensations took over, desire igniting deep within your belly as he took care of you, coaxing you open for him, relishing in the way your body reacted to him.

“Tony…” you begged, fingers gripping his hair like vice as your orgasm built inside, threatening to spill over. Getting the hint, Tony moved his kisses back up your body, leaving you whining at the loss of contact, much to his glee.

You didn’t waste any time in undressing the man, wanting nothing more than him inside you and that smirk wiped off of his devilishly handsome face.

Lining up against your entrance, Tony gently nudged your nose with his; breaths mingling into each other.

“Look at me, Y/N.” he whispered, his big brown eyes swimming with love and lust in equal measure as your eyes fluttered open.

You felt his cock slowly push in, your slick entrance welcoming the delicious stretch and sting as he filled you, stopping once he was buried to the hilt.

That was it.

The very moment you realised how real it was, and just how badly you’d fallen. You were meant to be. Nothing felt more right than this. You and Tony.

“I love you, Anthony Edward Stark.” You whispered, bringing your hand up to caress his stubbled cheek, watching him lean into your touch with a loving smile on his face.

He dipped his head down to capture your lips in a searing kiss as his hips began moving at a steady pace, making sure you felt each and every thrust as he drove in and out.

Fingers tugging on his hair as he placed open-mouthed kisses against your neck, your walls clenched around his length, causing him to grunt.

“Are you on birth control?” His hot breath against your ear, his thrusts becoming more urgent while his hand snaked between your bodies to rub your bundle of nerves, sending you spiralling towards your orgasm.

All you could do was nod at his question, gripping onto his back for dear life as you came around his cock, hiding your face in his shoulder.

Tony followed soon after his hips stuttered, spilling into you with a breathy moan, holding you close while you returned from your highs.

“So that’s what it takes..” he murmured, still a little out of breath, a lazy smile obvious on his face as he placed small kisses against your collarbone.

“What?”

“Great sex and orgasms to get you to say you love me?” He chuckled, carefully pulling out of you and helping you clean up.

“How do you know I’m not faking it?” You smirked, knowing fully well he knew you were lying.

“Contrary to popular belief, I know you better than you think I do, my sweet.” Tony gave you a self-assured grin, pulling a blanket over your bodies before pulling you close.

You stayed in his embrace, a perpetual smile that somehow refused to leave your face, and a feeling of contentment and happiness that had settled so comfortably.

“We still have a lot to unpack you know..” you murmured, closing your eyes and snuggling close to the man.

“I know. A nap won’t hurt though. I’ll wake you up and put you to work, don’t you worry.”

Tony laughed heartily as you hit him against his chest, mumbling ‘typical Stark’ before grinning yourself, letting sleep take over.

…

Ugh. I love these two.

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[patchoulimademoiselle]

Juicy. (Part 8).

Tony Stark (Sugar Daddy) x Reader Insert.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, profanity, mentions of PTSD, public sex? A little bit of angst and fluff, but definitely NSFW 18+.

Word Count: 3.9K

Authors note: I wrote this part while soaking in my bath tub, drinking a glass of wine and listening to Jhene Aiko. I don’t call it “bad bitch fanfiction” for no reason!

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The days following the Incident feel like a loop. Tony wakes you up with some sort of extravagant gesture, as he should, smothering you in what feels like a million kisses, and he asks you what you want to do. At first you took full advantage, shopping sprees, a random jet flight to a random city, a night out clubbing, anything and everything to distract you and make you feel normal again.

A girl being waited on hand and foot by her billionaire sugar daddy with sexy facial hair. Trademarked.

But it only works for a while. The press stalks your every move, any and every person you encounter only asks about what happened that night. All your efforts to escape fail, it only makes you feel more helpless, strung out and spread thin.

So you try a different approach, turning inwards for answers. Tony gives you his credit card to order a new skin care routine to the house. You spend hours picking at your face, soaking in the tub, drinking wine that’s a little too strong for you, trying new makeup looks with new products you splurged on. Anything to feel something.

And once again, it works for a while. Your skin and hair look amazing, you feel a little more like yourself. Reading, journaling, breathing.

But all it takes is the sound of a helicopter flying down the beach, Tony drops a tool down in the garage, a plate clatters in the sink, and you’re back to that night, glass shattering outside the bedroom door, the same glass you step on and give yourself away, watching as the intruders run after you.

You start having nightmares, jumping out of your sleep in pain, a memory of stepping on glass that night. Tony does all he can to comfort you back to sleep. You start having panic attacks, holding your breath without knowing it, anxiety attacks, a sense of fear creeping up on you from what feels like out of nowhere, consuming you.

And as normal as this is, a trauma response to the horrible thing you experienced, Tony can’t stand seeing it happen to you.

He understands, he used to suffer from similar symptoms. He knows what this is.

PTSD.

He knows talking about it helps sometimes, but it also doesn’t. It only makes you relive it, only presses play to the memories in your mind and brings you back. Nothing really helps.

The only thing he knows he can do for you is to be there for you. And when he finally decides he can’t take it anymore, he can’t watch you gasp and cry as you struggle through another panic attack, body half naked on the cold floor, shaking, so fragile and helpless, he decides to get you out of here.

He wakes you up, same as every morning, a kiss to your forehead. It feels different this time, you notice he lingers, he’s worried, and it makes you feel bad.

“Tony?”

“Hi, baby.” He smiles when you open your eyes, “I have a surprise for you.”

You smile, “You always have a surprise for me.”

But he only shakes his head, fingers tracing your collar bone. “This one is different. Better. You have to get up and get ready.”

You groan, trying to roll over and ignore him. He doesn’t let you. “But I don’t want to get out of bed today.” You protest. “I want to lay here and be naked. I want you to join me.”

He lets out a whine that you recognize, “Why do you have to torture me like that? I’m try to be cute.”

You feel him grow hard, turned on by your antics, you know you’re about to win, you reach a hand up to cup his face, pulling him in for a soft kiss. “Come join me in bed, daddy.”

He kisses you. More like a peck, once, twice, before he’s pulling away from your grip. “You are a fucking monster, and I’m going to take you up on that offer in about an hour.” He pulls out his phone, checking it. “But we have reservations, and for the first time in my life I actually care about making them on time. So please, for the love of God, stop teasing me and put some clothes on?”

You can’t argue after he begged so nicely, your eyes lingering to the bulge in his pants as you sit up.

“Five minutes?” You bite your lip.

“Bathroom, Y/n! Before I I change my mind and don’t let you leave the bed at all today.”

You know he means it, as good as that sounds, as much as you would enjoy a good brutal fucking, you remember the ache and strain of your muscles from the last time you teased him too much. And as horny as you are, you’re slightly curious about the plans he made for you today.

So without another word, you slip out of bed and into the bathroom, using all your new products to shower, shave, exfoliate, wash your face, brush your teeth, and style your hair. You pick a cute outfit, juicy track suit, panda dunks, and a crop top. You feel so young, so cute, so yourself.

You double check in the mirror, applying lipgloss across your lips, and you watch as Tony comes to check on you, eyeing you with approval. He kisses your cheek, hands cupping your ass ever so softly before giving it a firm squeeze.

“There she is.” The comment is simple, vague, but all the reassurance you needed to feel confident. You can’t help but smile, turning to kiss him, leaving behind a shiny trace of lipgloss.

He doesn’t wipe it off, just rubs his lips together, and for some reason it turns you on a little.

“Tony Stark, you’re such a dream boat.” You fluff his hair, grabbing his hand to pull you with him as you finally leave the bathroom. He doesn’t protest, trailing behind you like a deer stuck in headlights, eyes glued to your ass, rhinestones putting him in a shimmering trance. “Where you taking me?”

“There’s a car waiting out front.” His eyes trail up to meet yours when you turn to look at him, waiting for an answer. “You don’t want to bring anything?”

The question makes you pause, “Should I be bringing something?”

“You just went shopping,” he shrugs, handing your phone to you. “You don’t need anything if you don’t want anything.”

Now you’re genuinely confused, raising an eyebrow at his antics. He only flashes you a smile, bright white teeth and teasing tone, he isn’t going to tell you anything. So you take your phone and continue downstairs, out the front door, and into the black limo parked out front.

You suddenly feel like you’re underdressed for whatever this is, but realize he’s wearing joggers and sneakers, so it can’t be anything too extravagant this time. You hope.

He pulls your feet by the ankle to rest them in his lap, a warm hand resting on your leg during the car ride. You take a few pictures, unashamed that he catches you drooling over him.

“Like what you see?” He winks at you, pulling his shades down ever so slightly.

“Fuck me Mr. Stark!” You bounce up and down in your seat, waving your hand in the air. “Me! Me! Fuck me!” He laughs at your attempt to mimic the many young girls that throw themselves at him.

It was annoying at first, early on when you were first figuring out the terms of this arrangement. It intimidated you, made you feel challenged in your roll. Until you started really spending his money, dressing yourself up, showing your face with him more. The attention was on you just as much, and he learned very quickly how it felt to have so many people publicly throw themselves at the person you were dating.

If you could call it that then.

But now, you aren’t sure what to call it at all. His laughter dies, his eyes locked with yours, and you feel that familiar tug in your chest, the feeling that you finally put a word to.

You love him, and he loves you. It scares you.

“Tony?” Your tone turns serious, and his smile fades. “Did you really mean it?”

You don’t have to elaborate. He knows exactly what you mean, matching your energy when he turns to face you fully, pulling you to sit closer.

“There is nothing I’ve ever said to you that I don’t mean.” He says honestly, voice thick with an emotion you aren’t sure you’ve seen from him before. “I love you more than you can begin to understand. You don’t know what this does for me.” He passes his finger back and forth between you, this, your connection, your bond, your presence in his life.

“All of this is worth nothing if I have no one to share it with,” he catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “All of this finally means something because I get to share it with you.”

The money, clothes, cars, all of it.

You understand his longing for companionship. A man like him who has seen and done it all, in the end, what was it all for if there is no one to keep your company, no one to laugh with, no one to lay beside at night and tell your darkest secrets to.

No one to love you despite all your ugly.

He reaches to grab your hand, butterflies awaken in your stomach, and you realize you don’t want this to happen. You don’t want to ruin the fun you have together, you don’t want to play the game of dancing on the edge and taking things too far.

You love him, you think you love him, you aren’t so sure now, seeing him smile at you with a trace of something else, adoration, love, it makes your stomach turn.

You don’t want to ruin this.

“That means a lot to me, Tone.” You smile through the nerves, leaning in to kiss him. “I love you too.”

But, you never say it, it’s on the tip of your tongue, hanging in the air. But, he isn’t really relationship material is he?

Is he love bombing you? You both agreed you were too busy for a relationship, agreed to see each other on the weekends in between his work and your schooling, agreed to never take it too far because it wouldn’t work.

He tried it before, it doesn’t work.

So how did you get here? So caught up in each other, so distracted by your feelings that you forget what brought you two together in the first place. Needing a distraction, needing a mutual connection that benefits both parties and doesn’t ever overstep the boundaries in place.

But is it wrong to find love in such a transactional relationship? Is this wrong?

He can sense your hesitation, he can feel it actually, your body is rigid in his arms, stiff with anxiety. He can see your thoughts, your eyes blank as you stare into his.

It makes him laugh, placing an apologetic kiss to the corner of your mouth, “Take a deep breath sweetheart.” He says. “It’s okay.”

It’s not okay, everything is about to change, you can feel it. But this man has just planned some kind of surprise for you, a chance to get your mind off things and return to your normal self. And here you are ruining it.

You smile, pushing back your doubts, and you notice how relieved he feels, He put his heart on the line, not sure how you would take it. You feel bad, fingers toying the the hair on the back of his head.

You do love him. But you aren’t sure how far you can take it.

His intentions seem innocent at first when he kisses you, hands slow and gentle as they grab your hips, pulling you into a straddle. It’s cute, sensual, his every move is calculated.

You barely notice his hand slip under your shirt until you feel him pinching your breast, toying with the nipple.

You want him to fuck you, grinding yourself down onto his lap, you can feel a bulge growing in his pants, the kiss is no longer innocent, lips fighting for control.

He wins, of course he does, flipping you to sit in the seat next to you, sinking down to his knees between your legs. He reaches for the waist and of your pants and your eyes dart up to the partition, drawn closed to separate you from the driver.

It must be a green light in his head, pulling your legs free to expose your bare pussy, wet and clenching at nothing for some sort of relief.

He smirks up at you, cocky as he pushes your legs further apart at the knees. He kisses the inside of your thigh, teasing, payback for earlier no doubt.

You can’t help but reach for him, fingers in his hair as he works his way up your thigh, between your legs. This is what you know, this is what you are familiar with.

You gasp, lips brushing against your clit with a ghost of a kiss. You arch off the seat, chasing him, he laughs at you, your grip tightens in his hair.

“Is there something you want?”

There are so many things you want, so many ways he could give it to you. You aren’t sure what you want to ask for first.

So you don’t ask at all, grabbing his chin, “Eat my pussy.”

And you can tell he likes it by the way he moans, his tongue warm as he obeys. You’re pretty sure the diver can hear you, you wouldn’t be surprised if the audio got leaked to TMZ. You also don’t care, pulling him closer, sinking further into your seat to allow him better access.

He lifts your legs over his shoulder, hands on your hips to press you flush against his mouth, burying his face between your legs. All attempts at being in control are gone, all witty comments, any jokes you might have wanted to make about how desperately he is pleasuring. You’re an obscene mess, crop top pushed up to expose your breasts, mouth agape and chest heaving as you struggle through the pleasure, the sensation overwhelming and he flicks his tongue across your clit.

“Tony,” A breathy whine, barely audible if he hasn’t been paying such close attention, “I’m going to come.”

He doesn’t say anything, just continues the pace he’s set until your nails are digging into this shoulder, eyes squeezed shut as you squirt on his face.

There’s something degrading about it, something hot and just wrong about the way he sucks at your clit, tasting your pleasure.

You’re panting, legs shaking, pressing against his chest to get him to move, it’s too much, you can’t help but cry out at the overstimulation. But he doesn’t let up, sloppy sounds filling the air around you, along with your moans, and a second orgasm overcomes you.

He hums with approval, almost teasing you as he finally leans back, eyes twinkling, face dripping, “Do you feel better now, sweetheart?”

Oh, you feel more than better, speechless, body like jello as you watch him sit up, placing a kiss on each of your breasts, your fluids left behind. He doesn’t stop there, working his way up your chest, your neck, to the side of your face.

“Did I break you?”

It feels like a challenge more than anything, a sudden burst of energy overcoming you. “You wish.” Because yes, he was a good lay. A very good lay. But you’re even better, and you will always go the extra mile to prove it.

Because he is a high value man. Handsome, rich, protective, secure. He is a provider, hardworking. He deserves a bad bitch to match his energy.

He laughs, breathless and panting, you let him settle beside you before climbing into his lap, sitting right on top of the erection in his pants. He groans a little, every move you make to get comfortable is torture, you can feel how hard he is, pussy pulsing at the attention.

You feel so young, so alive, his hands in your hair as he pulls you into a kiss. Slow at first, until you start to grind in his lap, his kisses become more desperate, hot and passion filled, a dance and a fight for dominance and pleasure.

“Sit on it.” Not a question, you lift just enough for him to slide his joggers down, gasping at the feeling of his cock springing to attention, slapping lighting against your pussy.

You moan, reaching to grab him, hard and warm in your hand. Your eyes lock with his, guiding this cock to toy at your entrance, throbbing tip brushing against your folds.

The look he’s giving you is dangerous, encouraging, and so finally, you lower yourself down, feeling yourself stretch around him. He moans, head falling back against the seat, enjoying the feeling.

Slowly, you bottom out, reposting to shift from your knees to your feet. He welcomes the adjustment, arms wrapping around you to pull you into a gentle embrace, one hand on the small of your back, the other at the back of your neck.

“Fuck me, baby girl.” He looks drunk, mouth open and eyes dark as he pleads with you.

You love when he talks to you like this, guiding you, but letting you set the pace. It makes you feel confident, sexy, no pressure to perform.

The encouragement has you biting your lip, setting a slow pace of rising up, letting his cock slowly slip out of you, then slowly sitting back down. He takes a nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing your skin ever so gently.

You gasp when he bites down, clenching around him at the pleasure of it, the slow pace you had tried to keep up long forgotten. You grab his shoulders for support, his head popping up to claim your lips again, hips thrusting to meet yours at a vulgar pace.

The limo slows to a stop, but you ignore it, his grip on you tightening as you fuck yourself down on him, pleasure starling to build in your stomach.

He breaks your kiss, leaning back and letting you take control. You grab his hands, fitting one against your breast and the other to grab your throat.

“You fuck me so well.” A thumb across your lower lip, “You look perfect like this.”

You can only imagine, hair a mess, lips swollen and red, tits bouncing at your efforts.

You clench around him, watching his jaw tick with restraint. His grip around your neck tightens, enough to leave a bruise you’re sure.

He’s getting close.

As hard as he’s trying to hide it from you, you can tell. And so you start to ride him faster, rising to your tippy toes.

“God, yes. Don’t stop.”

His hands snap down to your waist, guiding you to go faster, his hips thrusting up to meet you. The pace has you moaning, knees growing weak, and you can’t help but lean into him.

“You gonna come for me?” You whisper.

You can hear commotion outside, cheeks flushing at the thought of someone hearing you, seeing you.

“Y/n,” He sounds wrecked, voice thick and scratchy, “Baby, I’m about to-“

You clamp your hand over his mouth, forcing yourself down onto his cock, giving him one last squeeze, pussy clenching around him. You feel him twitch inside you, a moan muffled against your hand as he finally comes inside of you, warm cum filling you up.

His hips buck wildly against you, riding out his pleasure, holding you in place as you help him through it, milking all he has to offer.

You uncover his mouth, letting him catch his breath. He smiles at you, a flash of pretty teeth before he kisses you, stealing your breath away one more time.

“You are going to be the death of me.” He whispers, “You are perfect in every way.”

As you should.

He helps you find your clothes, waiting for you to fix your hair and reapply a layer of lipgloss, wiping the traces of it from his face, before you finally step out of the limo. You realize you are at the airport again, jet fueled and waiting for your arrival. You aren’t sure if he was trying to distract you or if you really did get caught up in the moment, but it has you smiling, arms up in the California air as a breeze brushes your skin.

You want to be young forever, free, lit up and intoxicated on love and adrenaline. You know who you have to thank for this, his fingers at the small of your back, guiding you.

Your love, your protector.

"Where are we going?" You know he wont tell you, but you can at least attempt. He gives you nothing, just a smirk when you turn to look at him.

He is inches behind you as you ascend the stairs to the jet, his hand never leaving you. You aren't sure what this is, affection, adoration, but he can't stop touching you, pulling you to sit across his lap. You ask for champagne, he asks for a rum and coke.

He runs a hand through your hair, pushing it back over your shoulder. You realize then what this is, his eyes twinkling as he examines you, eyes on your lips. This is love.

That anxiety creeps back up into your mind, that burning question that seems to be an instinct more than curiosity. What will happen now?

Because you could never pretend that this isn't here, this lingering feeling that turns in your stomach when he looks at you too long, that ache in your chest. The longing in your heart.

It wont just go away.

Your drinks arrive, and you're quick to down it before asking for another. His eyes are on you, but he says nothing, letting you cut loose. That is the point of this after all.

The jet door closes and takes off, Tony holding you until you’ve drunken yourself into a tipsy state, a smile on your face, body feeling light and airy as you lean back into his embrace.

He humors you, whispering stupid jokes and dirty promises in your ears while an 80’s movie plays in the background. You are at the center of his attention.

Always.

You dread the moment where this peace will be broken, the reality of your situation will have to resurface at some point. You will have to go home, you will have to go to school, you will have to decide what to do moving forward.

But for now, you let him spoil you. The jet touches down, and you instantly feel overdress when your feet touch the earth again. It's a temperate climate, not exactly tropical, but not cold either.

Clear skies and pretty blue water, you could try to play the guessing game, but knowing Tony, you would never get it right.

His lips are at your temple, a hand on the small of your back, "Welcome to Italy, baby."

The smile on your face makes all the trouble worth it, Tony decides then and there that he will spend the rest of his days trying to make you happy. He owes you at least that much.

"Tony Stark," Your eyes gleaming, "You spoil me."

His hand slides lower, giving a firm, teasing, squeeze on your ass. You can feel him toying with the rhinestones, "Juicy."

You cant help but laugh, the weight of reality lifting off your shoulders once again.

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😀 Remember that time I got so mad at my father and brother that I took the whole of New York captive with an alien army? 😀 Tried to use the mind stone on Tony Stark 🙂 that didn't work ☹️ so I threw him off a building 💔

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Nobody Agent- Chapter2

A.N: I apologize for any grammatical errors. Next chapter the mission will start and things will start getting interesting for both of us 😏

Reblogs, comments and follows are always appreciated. Thank you for your support on the first chapter.

Chapter 2

Your first week at the Avengers Compound was pretty uneventful. You had only met a few of the team members since most of them were out on missions. Wanda had been the nicest of all, she was very willing to show you around whenever you got lost on your way to training or even the kitchen. Tony had only set up your voice with the A.I. and then avoided you after that. You weren’t sure if that was because he couldn’t stand to be around you or he genuinely had to leave any time you made an entrance in to the room.

You were putting some weights back on the rack when you finally asked Wanda, “Hey, did I do something to Tony?”

Wanda looked down avoiding eye contact, but you were too busy wiping down the equipment to notice.

“What do you mean,” she replied.

“Well, after setting me up with F.R.I.D.A.Y. he just avoids me. Like just last night, he walked in and noticed that I had been the one to cook and he said he wasn’t hungry.”

“He probably has a lot on his mind. Just don’t think about it too much Y/N,” Wanda smiled at you.

Even though you wanted to keep asking questions, you decided to just push those thoughts out of head and focus on your delayed but upcoming mission.

Fury told you last week that your assignment was going to be with James Barnes but he had been on another mission that had gotten delayed. In a way you were thankful that you had the whole week to familiarize yourself with the compound and at least have gotten to know Wanda.

After training it was finally lunch time. If there was something that you loved to do when living down at the O.S.S headquarters was to cook. Back there you had your own kitchen in your living quarters. At the Avengers Compound there was only one large kitchen. Tony had decided that it was to make sure the team interacts on the daily. He believed that it would help on missions to get everyone to know each other better.

‘“F.R.I.D.A.Y. can you let Tony and Wanda know that lunch is ready.” You said. It was just you three. Everyone else was on a mission.

“Certainly, Miss” the A.I. replied.

While serving a plate for each of you F.R.I.D.A.Y. startled you when it started talking.

“Mr. Stark will not be coming down for lunch agent Miles.”

“Why F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” You asked.

“I’m afraid Mr. Stark is not willing to share that information miss,” it replied.

Feeling a little uneasy at the reply, you couldn’t help but think that Tony Stark was definitely avoiding you. You had been told by Fury and the media that Tony was the leader of the Avengers, so why would he not interact with you.

Before you were able to keep questioning Tony’s choices, Wanda walked in.

“Wooo!” She said. “Something stinks in this kitchen and its not the food.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What do you mean, Wands?”

Rolling her eyes she replied, “your brain is spinning so fast, it is cooking in that thick skull of yours. Can you just stop thinking about Tony Stark for a second.”

You bit the corner of your lips. Something you did anytime you were nervous. “Well maybe you shouldn’t read people’s mind without permission.” You said as you threw a dishrag at her.

She chuckled.

“I can’t help it when you’re thinking so loud.”

“Fine, I’ll stop. So let’s talk about something else then.”

Wanda nodded as she took a bite of her food. “Talk about how good this is. Don’t let the team know you know how to cook, you’ll be stuck as our chef every night.”

You chuckled “I honestly wouldn’t mind.”

Wanda let out a breathy laugh, “oh yes you would. There’s 8 of us. 9 with you-“

You cut her off, “that’s not that bad. I don’t think”

“Let me finish,” putting her hand up to stop you. “My brother, Pietro, has an increased metabolism. Which, I’m sure you read on his files.”

You nodded. The day after you were told you were joining the Avengers for this mission you had found a packet of 8 large folders with information about everyone’s powers and names.

“Mm, so when he eats, he can eat 3 or 4 servings of food in one sitting.”

You tilted your head acknowledging her point.

“You have Steve and Bucky who are both super soldiers. They both have extreme metabolisms and eat at least 3 servings of food each.”

You nodded “yeah, maybe I won’t let them know of my cooking skills. Unless they pay me more.”

You both were laughing at this and didn’t hear the scoff that Tony made.

“Can you both keep it down, some of us do actual work in this tower,” you heard Tony say as he walked over and served himself a plate of food.

You looked at him but he avoided your gaze as he walked out of the kitchen.

Wanda rolled her eyes.

“Ignore him. He’s stressed about the mission you’re supposed to go on,” she said picking her plate off the table and carrying it to the sink.

“What do you mean? Did you read his mind?” You asked.

“No, I just overheard him and Fury talking on the phone this morning while making breakfast.”

You looked at Wanda worryingly as you handed her your finished plate.

“You don’t think they’re gonna fire me already right?’

Wanda shared her head and laughed at your comment. “No, Y/N, but you’ll find out soon enough.”

You looked at her as you stopped loading the dishwasher. “You’re not being helpful you know.”

She just smiled as she walked out the kitchen as you heard her say “You’ll thank me one day!”

After lunch you headed back to your room. You were overdue a long hot shower or bath. You would decide when you arrived in your room.

After your bath, you changed into your comfy clothes and snuggled into your bed. Grabbing your phone off the nightstand you saw 3 new messages.

FURY: Agent Miles, I’m checking in with you. There was a change of plans in your mission because of the delay of Sargent Barnes. You will receive instructions promptly.

This must have been what Wanda had been talking about during lunch. Were you going to be re-assigned. Back into the O.S.S? You wouldn’t mind, you missed your friends. But you couldn’t help but feel disappointed that you had worked your ass off to get here and only last a week.

The two other messages were from your boyfriend, Brock Rumlow.

Rumlow: Hey gorgeous. Leaving for a mission soon with Rogers. Text me when you can.

Rumlow: Mission was canceled. Apparently Captain America and Barnes were delayed on their mission. It won’t be another 4 weeks until they are back. I miss you, I hope we can get together soon.

You text him back. You hated to admit it but you also missed him. You tended to be someone that didn’t get attached to people but Rumlow had a different effect on you. You also had Aura, of course, but you had only gotten close to her when you first joined the O.S.S.

You: Hey Brock, I just got finished training. I wonder what Rogers and Barnes getting delayed means for my mission. Miss you too.

You send the message and decide to take a quick nap. You are exhausted from all the training and the anxiety of the upcoming mission is not helping you. You know you are well trained for it but seeing as this is your first Avenger mission you really don’t want to mess it up.

Down in Tony’s lab, he is getting a visit from Fury.

“Stark there is no other option. Everyone else is on a missi-“ Fury was saying before Tony cut him off.

“I’m gonna stop you right there, Nick,” said Tony. He was fuming, he wasn’t going to go on this undercover mission with you. Not that he was above it, but he couldn’t be around you. Ever since he first met you in Nick Fury’s office at O.S.S. you had invaded every thought he had. He tried to avoid you every chance he could. He had a fiancee, Pepper, and he couldn’t do that to her.

“I’m not doing this mission,” he said as he put away some of his things, at this point just to keep him busy. “I’m too recognizable,” he simply finishes saying by brining up his hands in front of him.

“Are you really this stupid Stark. You invented them and now you don’t know how to use them?”

Shit. The Nano Mask.

“Nano mask isn’t fully operable yet. There are kinks to work out still.”

There really weren’t any kinks to the Nano Mask. It was fully operational and had helped Natasha in a few sticky situations while undercover and at one point helped her to take down S.H.I.E.L.D.

“Then work them out and you’ll be the one to tell agent Miles, Stark,” Said Fury as he was walking out.

Tony for the first time was left speechless. He couldn’t be around you. Whatever he felt when he saw you back then was something that should not be fueled. He had to ignore any possible feelings he could start feeling towards you for the sake of his relationship.

You woke up to your phone ringing. In a state of grogginess you answer without checking to see who it is.

“Hello?” You say with a husky rough voice after your nap.

A familiar voice comes on the other side.

“Well good morning at 3pm to you beautiful.”

“Hi, Brock,” you said still groggy from your nap. You sat up on your elbows. “I just had a tough training session today.”

“Are you okay?” He sounded concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine. But these training sessions with the Avengers are kicking my butt.” You replied.

“Listen sweetie,” he said ignoring your last comment. “I miss you so much can we meet somewhere today?”

“Oh um sure. Is the café near 6th street ok?”

“Perfect.” He replied.

“Great, I’ll see you in half an hour.” You said as you got up to get ready. Hanging up the call you got your outfit ready. Tony had a whole new wardrobe sent to you when you first moved in, he had said that Fury needed you to have it for the mission. Since the mission didn’t seem to be happening anytime soon, you decided to wear one of the sundresses.

Right as you were finishing doing your hair F.R.I.D.A.Y came over the intercom.

“Agent Miles, Mr. Stark wishes to speak with you. He is in the common room.”

“Tell him I’ll be down in a minute,” you replied.

“Yes, agent,” said the A.I.

You hurried down to the common room and found Tony in semi dim lighting watching T.V. with a whiskey glass nearby. He was fixing his arc reactor and had lifted up his shirt. The lighting really highlighted his abs and you couldn’t help but stare.

Thankfully Tony had not noticed you walked in and before he could catch you staring you cleared your throat. “Hey Tony, did you need me?”

Tony looked up at you and you swear his breath hitched as soon as he saw you. You pushed that thought out of your head. You’re probably just imagining things.

“Where are you going?” He asked with a hint of sadness in his tone. He was looking at you, no, admiring the way the dress he had picked out fit you.

“Oh, um just out with my boyfriend,” you tried to sound confident.Being around Tony still intimidated you.

Tony felt like he had swallowed a large pill dry.

“Anyway,” he said completely ignoring your answer and taking a large sip of his whiskey. He gulped loudly before saying “I’m your new partner unfortunately. Barnes is incapable of coming fast enough for his mission. We leave tomorrow.” He finished dryly

“Oh, is it unfortunate because Barnes is in trouble?” You asked questioning his choice of words.

“We leave tomorrow agent,” Tony put down the glass and walked out of the room.

“Wait, why?” You tried to catch him before he got in the elevator but you were too late. Almost like he was trying to escape you.

And he was. He needed to get away from you. He needed to get away from before exploding from jealousy that whoever your boyfriend was, got to touch you, kiss you and hold you. Tony needed to get away from you, it just would prove to be difficult in this upcoming mission.

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