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nicoline1998enilocin · 2 months

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And the Oscar goes to...

PAIRING | Husband!Dad!Robert Downey Jr. x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.6K

SUMMARY | Your husband, Robert, is on the receiving end of an Oscar, and you decide to celebrate it differently than you usually celebrate his wins. He trusts you fully as he allows you to take the lead in the bedroom, making it a celebration that neither of you will ever forget.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | RPF, established relationship, age gap (~ 20 years), use of nicknames (Gorgeous, Bubba), referenced pregnancy.

SMUT | D/S dynamics, Soft Dom!Reader, Sub!RDJ, use of traffic light system, sensory play/deprivation (blindfold), teasing, dirty talk, praise, Daddy kink, size kink, breeding kink, hair pulling, oral (F&M receiving), face sitting, face fucking, gagging, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), multiple orgasms, cockwarming, aftercare.

A/N | This story is dedicated to my best friend and the biggest RDJ supporter I have ever met, @ccbsrmsf1! I am so incredibly proud of him for finally winning an Oscar, so naturally, I had to write a story about how I would celebrate with him! This is proofread by the lovely @ccbsrmsf1, for which I'm deeply grateful ❤️

EVENTS Masterlist | @anyfandomfluffbingo | Trophy spouse

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | Photo: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Robert Downey Jr. Masterlist

"Robert Downey Junior!" The words still echo in your head as you go home after the award ceremony. Your husband, the Dad of your little daughter, and the love of your life has officially won an Oscar. All his hard work has paid off after all these years, and you're grateful to be by his side through it all.

The award is clutched tightly in his right hand, his left hand interlaced with yours as you enjoy the moment. Comfortable silence hangs in the air as you look at him with a wide smile. Knowing how much it means to him, you're incredibly proud of him for winning the award.

"I love you, Gorgeous," he whispers before capturing your lips with his in a sweet, sensual kiss. Your husband may be around 20 years your senior, but that doesn't take away from your shared love. You've never known true love before meeting Robert, but when he promised to show you what that would look like, you knew you were on board for the long haul. And here you are, almost 15 years later, by his side during the biggest night of his life.

"I love you too, Robert," you whisper to him. You allow your head to rest on his shoulder, your eyes fluttering shut as you take in this moment. When he puts his head on yours, he lets out a content sigh. Nights like these take a lot out of you both, but that doesn't stop you from celebrating when you're back home. You plan on making it a celebration never to forget.

The moment you both step in your front door, the award is put away for safekeeping, and you make your way to the bedroom. You two have perfected this routine over the years, but tonight, it calls for special treatment.

"Robert?" you ask as he walks into the attached closet, ready to remove his jewelry and glasses.

"Yes, Gorgeous?" he says as he turns around, facing you before taking a last glance as you're still wearing your dress. He had chosen the one you're wearing to match your skin tone, and you felt like a princess on the red carpet tonight.

"What do you think of reversing the roles for a night? Me taking care of you for once? You deserve it after everything you've done," you tell him as you walk over. Now that you're not wearing your heels anymore, you must look up at him, as the two of you have quite a bit of a height difference.

"That's a perfect idea, Gorgeous. There's no one I trust more to take care of me than you," he tells you, and the feeling of pride blooms in your chest at his words.

"That being said, I was also hoping we could spice it up a bit if you're open to it," you tell him, and he looks at you with a quirked brow.

"I want to blindfold you tonight so you will be completely at my mercy. You will be allowed to touch me - not yourself - the entire time. That being said, I will also use the traffic light system during the entire session," you tell him, and he listens attentively to everything you're saying.

"Green means that you're good, and we can continue. Yellow means that you need to stop for a moment before crossing a boundary you're uncomfortable with or need to reposition. Red means that we will stop and move on to aftercare immediately," you tell him. He tells you loud and clear that he agrees with everything you said.

"Perfect," you tell him before standing on your tiptoes to give him a soft kiss on his lips. Consent has always been meaningful in your relationship, whether in the bedroom or outside, to make it safe for everyone to explore what they are or are not comfortable with at their own pace.

"I want you to get completely bare for me and get seated on the foot of the bed. And I won't say no to you showing off a little when you do it," you tell him, and the smile on his lips lets you know he's more than okay with doing precisely that.

One by one, he sheds his layers of clothing, each exposing more skin as they fall to the floor. When his entire torso is bare, you can't help but let your gaze wander over his muscled abdomen, your lip pulled between your teeth as you take a peek at his bulge as well. He tends to forgo wearing underwear, instead preferring the feeling of freedom over the confinements of tight boxer shorts.

When Robert is soft, he already has quite a noticeable bulge in his pants, but now that he is slowly getting hard, it's starting to strain against the fabric of his pants. His long, skilled fingers unbutton and unzip his pants quickly before the fabric slides down his thick thighs and onto the floor.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as his cock bobs up and down between his legs, the tip already flushed a beautiful shade of pink with his balls hanging beneath them perfectly, ready for you to play with later. After showing off for a few more moments by flexing his biceps and abs, he sits on the foot of the bed, just like you told him to.

"Good boy," you tell him, and you can see his cock twitch as his eyes flutter shut from anticipation. Meanwhile, you have also undressed yourself, being left in the beautiful lingerie he bought you for tonight. The cups of the bra lift your breasts to the point where they're almost spilling out, and the panties are barely there, just the way you both like it.

Every inch of your body is on display as you step in between his legs, your finger hooking beneath his chin to meet your gaze. The usual dark brown of his eyes has almost completely disappeared as his pupils are blown with lust.

"Ready?" you ask softly.

"Ready." As soon as the word has left his mouth, you bring the silk fabric of the blindfold to his face, covering his eyes before tying a knot in the back. It's secure enough not to go anywhere but not so tight that it hurts him. You do it exactly like he's done with you countless times before.

As soon as his sight is taken away, his hands find your thighs, allowing his calloused fingertips to commit every inch of them to memory.

"What's your color?" you ask when the blindfold is adjusted correctly.

"Green," he tells you confidently, and you smile at how he says it. His trust in you is visible in his voice, making the butterflies inside flutter wildly.

You sink on your knees between his legs, and the soft carpet under your knees makes it quite comfortable. Your hands are on his thighs before slowly inching higher, your fingernails softly gliding over the insides of his thighs to tease him a little bit.

A content sound leaves his lips at the feeling, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. After teasing him for a few more moments, you wrap your hand around his now fully hard cock, but it's so big you can barely fit your hand around it as you slowly work him up and down.

"It's so big I can barely fit my hand around it," you tell him between giving small kitten licks to his slit, his mouth going slack in anticipation of what's to come.

"You taste so good, Daddy," you say, and his cock twitches in your hand, which only serves to make you even more wet. The power you have over him, the trust he has put in your hands, has made you so aroused your panties are already completely soaked, and you're dripping onto the carpet below you.

Without any warning, you take his tip into your mouth, sucking softly to earn yourself a delicious groan that sends a shiver down your spine. At the same time, your free hand goes to grab his balls, rolling and squeezing carefully while you slowly work more of him into your mouth.

"That's it, Gorgeous, suck Daddy's cock like you're made for it," he says as his hands are holding tightly onto the sheets. His knuckles have turned completely white when his tip hits the back of your throat, his head falling back at the combined pleasures you're giving him.

"Feels so good, fuck!" he exclaims as you suck him down even more. Even though you've never been able to take his entire length down your throat, you're certainly willing to try and see how far you can get every time. Before you do that, you pull off him with a loud pop.

"I want you to cum down my throat, Daddy; I want to swallow every drop of your delicious cum," you tell him, and he groans in response to your filthy comment. He revels in the dirty talk you two share during these moments, as it adds to his neverending pleasure.

"Yeah? Does my little slut want Daddy's cum? You better work for it then," he says through gritted teeth as one of his hands is placed on your head, pushing you onto his cock until you're gagging around him. As soon as he hears it, he lets up a little, giving you a moment to breathe before doing it again and repeating this quite a few times.

"What's your color, Gorgeous?" Robert asks you this time, and you tell him that it's 'so fucking green' before he goes back to what he did earlier. However, this time he mainly fucks your mouth and throat enough to be still comfortable; all the while, you never stop playing with his balls, and your hand is still wrapped around the part of him you can't reach with his mouth.

"Oh, fuck, 'm cumming, Gorgeous! Fuck, FUCK, FUCK!" he exclaims before his orgasm washes over him, his cum shooting into your throat as you suck your cheeks in. You moan around him at the taste of his cum as he pulls out, every last drop being licked from his tip as it slides out your mouth.

You get up from your placement on the floor before straddling his lap, being mindful of his sensitive cock as it's lying between his thighs. Your arms are draped loosely over his shoulders as you lean in to capture his lips with yours, his tongue instantly slipping into your mouth.

The taste of him and his cum is still fresh on your tongue, and you swallow down his groan as it is shared between you two. One of your hands tangles into his hair while the other is placed on his neck, his own hands kneading the flesh of your ass.

As soon as you pull away, you smile at the thought of what you're about to do next.

"I believe you have to remind yourself of the moment when I said I was supposed to be the one taking care of you," you say, and a content sound slips from Robert's lips.

"Well, since you did not listen to me, I'm going to have to make you listen by using you for my pleasure instead of yours this time. Does that sound fair to you?"

"Yes, Gorgeous," he says, followed by a small sigh. You carefully push him backward until he's lying flat on his back.

"I am going to sit on your face, and you will eat out my pussy until I cum for you. Your hands will stay on my thighs at all times, and if you have to stop, tap either one of my thighs three times, okay?" you ask him, his tongue darting out of his mouth as he's waiting for you to finish.

"Yes." With that, you pull down your now completely ruined panties before discarding them on the floor and taking your place on his face. His arms are hooked over your thighs, and his fingers dig into your flesh as soon as his tongue makes contact with your drenched pussy.

You let out a loud moan as he slurps up every last drop of your juices before letting his tongue dip into your entrance as well as play with your sensitive clit. One of your hands tangles into his hair, and you pull hard as you rock your hips back and forth, the other one finding its place behind you on his chest to give you more leverage.

"That's it, lick my fucking clit until I cum! I'm so close, Daddy, 'm gonna cum for you!" The words are followed by some incoherent thoughts as the pleasure inside you is bound to explode.

The pace you're setting is brutal, but he doesn't let up for even a second, and before you know it, you're entirely soaking the bottom half of his face as your orgasm washes over you, your head thrown back in pleasure with a loud exclaim of his name. It is one of the most intense orgasms you've ever had, and you let yourself fall forward as you go completely limp for a long moment.

"I will never get enough of your sweet taste, Gorgeous, especially when I can drink it directly from the source," he says with a grin. You sigh in contentment before picking yourself back up, ready to move on with the rest of your scene together.

"What's your color, Daddy?"

"So fucking green, Gorgeous, 'm feeling amazing right now," he tells you, and you lean in to place a soft kiss on his lips.

"Good. I want you to sit up and carefully move backward until you feel the pillows so you can get seated comfortably against the headboard, okay?" you ask, and he nods. He does it all while blindfolded, and you help him get comfortable when he has found his place.

"To finish off our special celebration, I'm going to ride this delicious monster cock of yours until you're cumming deep inside my tight, warm pussy as a reward for you being good tonight," you tell him, and he hums in delight.

"Sounds perfect, Gorgeous," he whispers before you place a kiss on his lips and straddle his hips, his cock fully hard as it's lying against his abdomen. A small dribble of pre-cum leaks from the tip as you grab it and line it up before slowly sinking, giving yourself the time to properly adjust to the stretch of his cock inside you.

When he eventually bottoms out, you both let out long, broken moans, the pleasure threatening to become too much right at that moment.

"Color?" ''Green, Gorgeous, 'm always green with you," he whispers, and you can't help but chuckle at his words.

"You feel so good when you're wrapped around me. So warm 'n' tight," he says as he pulls you against him, his face nuzzling in your neck as he inhales your scent. Warm vanilla combined with a hint of something spicy has his mind going into overdrive.

"I want to have another baby with you, Gorgeous. I want to have another beautiful baby that looks just like you, with your beautiful eyes, nose, and lips. Please, shall we make another baby?" he asks, and you're grateful he's blindfolded; otherwise, he would have seen the bright red color on your cheeks at the confession of his words.

"Yes, Robert, I want that too. I want all of that and more; please fuck a baby into me!" you tell him before you start lifting yourself and sinking back down, finding a rhythm that has you both moaning and groaning.

Robert leans forward as he makes contact with your pulse point, sucking a deep purple bruise there as you keep riding him, your head lulling to the side as he does so.

"God, that's it, Gorgeous, ride this cock like my perfect slut. Can't wait to fuck another baby into you, that's what you want, isn't it? To have every last drop of my cum in this sweet pussy of yours until you're pregnant?" he asks, and you just nod in response, even though he can't see it. You don't trust yourself enough not to let it slip in the heat of the moment that you’re already pregnant.

"I'm gonna cum, Daddy! Please cum with me!" you tell him, and he does precisely that. The second you're both falling over the edge, Robert pulls you close to his body as his hands rub soft circles over your back.

"That's it, Gorgeous. Doin' so well for me," he says as you melt into his embrace. You two stay like this for quite a while, even after he has gone soft inside you. Once the blindfold is finally removed, you're very happy to be looking into your husband's eyes again, a broad smile appearing on your lips as you do.

"I love you so much, Robert. And congratulations again on winning the Oscar; no one deserved it more than you," you tell him, and tears gather in the corners of your eyes.

"I couldn't have done it without you or our baby June," he tells you, and the tears start to roll down his cheeks at the thought of his daughter. She is an exact copy of you, from the hair to the facial features, but she has the character of her Dad, making her the perfect combination of you both.

"Don't cry, Bubba. We will always support you no matter what," you whisper before kissing his nose softly. His eyes flutter shut as the tears keep finding their way onto his cheeks, and you keep wiping them away. You'll always be there to support him, no matter what.

"I love you so much, and I'm forever grateful to have you by my side," he tells you, and you nod.

"I love you too, Robert. But it's about time we get cleaned up and cuddle before sleep. My Mom will be here to drop June off around 9, so we should get some sleep while we still can," you tell him, and he nods.

The clean-up is swift, and before you know it, you're dressed in a pair of panties and one of Robert's shirts, and he's dressed in nothing but basketball shorts. If little June, your 3-year-old daughter, decides to run into your bedroom in the morning, you're both adequately dressed.

That night, you both sleep like logs, and all too soon for your liking, your alarm goes off, but you get out of bed anyway. You have to prepare a little surprise for your husband, so you have told him he can stay in bed, and he happily does as he turns over again.

As soon as your Mom walks through the door with June, she immediately stretches her arms out to be held by you.

"Good morning, Princess! Did you have fun at Grandma and Grandpa's house last night?" you ask after giving her a big kiss on her cheek.

"Yeah! Can I cuddle Daddy now?" she asks, and you shake your head with a smile at her comment. She's a Daddy's girl through and through, but before she can wake him up, you must change her shirt first.

"I want you to help me surprise Daddy, okay? But to do that, we need to put another T-shirt on you that says 'Big Sister' on it! Because that's what you're going to be later this year. You are going to be the best big sister to the baby growing in Mommy's belly!" you tell her, and she looks at you with wide eyes.

"Yay! I'm a big sister!" she exclaims excitedly, making you smile widely. Her enthusiasm is like her Daddy's, and you cannot get enough of it.

"You are, but Daddy doesn't know yet so that you can surprise him," you tell her again. She agrees before allowing you to change her unicorn shirt for a bright pink one with "BIG SISTER" written across it.

"Alright, go surprise Daddy!" you tell her, and she's immediately off to the bedroom, where she knows he will be. You and your Mom are as close behind her as she is.

"Daddy! Daddy! I'm a big sister!" she happily says as she runs into the bedroom. It takes Robert quite a long moment to understand what's going on, but when it finally clicks, he couldn't be happier.

"Do you want to be a big sister?" he asks, and June nods excitedly.

"Yes! I'm a BIG sister now," she says with her arms raised high, and you come to sit on the edge of the bed, where June and Robert are currently cuddling.

"I'm pregnant again, Robert, and if everything goes according to plan, we'll have a beautiful Halloween baby," you tell him, and for the second time in less than 12 hours, tears of joy roll down his cheeks. The last time he felt this happy was when you told him you were pregnant with your oldest daughter, and to have another addition to the family makes him feel extremely proud.

"Did you also know Daddy won a big prize yesterday?" Robert asks her, and she nods.

"Yes, Grandma showed me! Good job, Daddy. You won a big prize, and I am a big sister. Now we're both big!" she rambles, and you cannot stop laughing at it. Her enthusiasm is amazing, and you never want her to grow up. If it were up to you, you would freeze this moment and stay in it forever because this is what pure happiness feels like.

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teaaagan · 1 year

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Long or short version?

Y/N: What happened?!

Tony: Do you want the long version or the short version?

Y/N: Sh-short??

Tony: Shit's fucked.

Y/N: Okay, long.

Tony: Shit's very fucked

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darkdemeter · 4 months

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Y/N “WOLFIE’S” PANEL

—- not my gifs, credit to original posters! -—

(Platonic) Avengers cast x GN/Female/Male Reader Feat. on the panel: Elizabeth Olsen, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie & Robert Downey Jr.

A/N — So this was delayed at first because I'd kinda gotten second thoughts, then did a bit of research (just watched some of the cast in interviews and stuff). And then I thought "fuck it, write it." So I did just that. Though I'm not counting on this being "top tier" and very well may be the only time I do this sorta thing. Because I have come to realise when writing this... I CANNOT write celebrities, so great kudos to those who can, and also they make it look so easy!

WORD COUNT — 1.7k

READER DISCRETION — Nothing that should be potentially triggering— maybe slight insecure reader? Nothing really, just that little "did I do good?" y'know? — just Y/N with the avengers cast— Y/N being a little blushing, embarrassed mess

SUMMARY— You meet your fellow cast members on the panel for Comic Con, the debut for the final instalment to Habits of Mother Nature's Will releasing that weekend at the premiere.

You can read the columns here — HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL II HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL II: AFTERMATH

You never thought you would hear anything louder than the sound of applauding fans and cheers as your name was announced by the panel moderator.

You swaggered onto the stage, your outfit was casual but styled in a way that could pass for formal dress easily. Your hair styled to what you favoured most.

You raised your arm up and waved to the crowd who roared with such vigour, you silently admitted to yourself it was a tad bit intimidating. But you were excited for this panel. To be beside your cast members who you had bonded with over the course of production, and to finally meet those who loved the project as well.

The Avengers series had been a cinematic hit and when you signed the contract, had anyone told you that the three part short series would have been a major hit for audiences, you would have scoffed.

Your co-stars each turned and greeted you with grins as they waved you over. “There they are!” Chris announced into his microphone with a wide grin.

You were assigned to sit between Lizzie and Chris. Anthony sat on Lizzie’s other side.

“Where you been, Y/N? We missed you,” Anthony questioned you with a pout, hands forming a heart over his chest. You chuckled and held up your other hand that held a cup of coffee.

“I needed my fix, leave me alone,” you grumbled. Lizzie squeezed your shoulder lightly with a shake of her head, ushering the others to stop picking on you.

“And you didn’t bring me one,” Anthony tutted and Seb called after him, “the betrayal.”

The crowd laughed and cheered.

“So we were just about to get to the fans' questions, Y/N, and I don’t doubt a lot of them have questions about your character in particular,” the moderator said to you and you nodded.

“Prepare yourself for marriage proposals, Y/N. There is always at least ten for each of us,” Robert said, his voice deep and calm over the mic system.

Your face went bright red. “Well…” you wanted to swear out of habit, but you held your tongue, your head fell forward. “Dammit.”

More laughs came from the audience. The microphone was set up and any fans who had questions were directed to stand in the queue.

The first fan was a young woman, probably about college age. You leaned forward, your arms folded on the table and made your clothes pull against your frame and you looked intensely focused on the fan. Engaged with what they had to say.

The very act made quite a few people swoon and scream, only your eyes flickered to your cast mates with a raised brow.

“I think the proposals have increased quite a bit now,” Chris said with a smirk. It didn’t help relieve the flush in your face when a few whistles of agreement followed his statement.

The girl giggled nervously into the mic in front of her and you refocused your attention on her. “Hi,” she said through her giggles and you nodded, hand lifting slightly to wave.

“Hey, how are you?” you asked and she nodded, “good thank you. I just want to say personally I’m a huge fan of the character, C/N, and I just wanted to ask you how you felt when you got the role to portray them?”

You raised your brows under the weight of the question. You smiled and thanked her for the question. “Hmm, well, I’m not gonna lie it felt scary that I wouldn’t be able to portray the character, but the script writer and director - along with my cast members - they really helped me where I felt I lacked in providing the performance that C/N would. So yeah, thank you for that question, and I’m glad you enjoyed my take on the character, other than that it was a lot of fun.”

She beamed from ear to ear and nodded eagerly. She thanked you profusely and expressed her excitement to see Aftermath in cinemas. Elizabeth patted your hand with a smile. “You did good,” she uttered away from the microphone and you nodded in thanks.

Another fan walked up and greeted the cast. “So I want to know, who would win in a fight against each other: Bucky or C/N?”

“Uh, the correct answer, obviously, would be Ironman.” Robert’s interjection made the crowd fall into a frenzy of hysterics. You grinned, the act natural and your own that you made signature component for your character.

“Remember who killed your parents,” Sebastian taunted and Robert smirked down the table his way. “Uh,” Sebastian began as he leaned back in thought for a moment, “I kinda want to say Bucky. I don’t think C/N could bring themselves to hurt him. So I think he’d use that to his advantage.”

When the fan inquired about your opinion, you shrugged with a tsk. “I think C/N would only win if someone hurt Wanda.” Your answer made the fans giddy, the uproar of cheers enough to bring the roof down like an earthquake.

“I have to say that the fight sequence was so intense, I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. The cinema I was in was in such a state, I thought it was gonna get shut down,” the next fan began with a giggle. You and your fellow co-stars couldn’t help but chuckle and smile. It really did make you happy to know that you had done well to provide fans with such excitement. The Avenger films were great and adored by the fanbase, your only wish was that you wouldn’t let the dedicated members of the production and the fans down.

“The fight choreography was brilliant and I wanted to ask what you could share about what went on behind the scenes? Like, how was all of that done?”

Oh, that was a loaded question. “Well…,” you chuckled, “let me first tell you that the entirety of my character fighting in their ‘wolf form’ was me. I did all the motion capture for that–” The room was filled with applaus. “Thank you. Yeah, my stunt double thought it would be funny to visit their family overseas and leave me to do all the motion capture. So I have them to thank for the harness that was riding my ass for the next couple of days,” you answered, though everyone could tell you only meant to tease, that you didn’t mean anything ill about it all.

The experience of doing all the intense choreography was actually one of the most fun aspects you’d ever done in any of your productions thus far.

Anthony laughed into his mic then. “I kid you not, we all have a video around twenty minutes long of Y/N doing the motion capture from the gag reel. And it’s hilarious,” he sighed at the end and earnt a laugh from the crowd.

“It wasn’t easy, man,” you whined, “but– but when I had to do scenes that required a more realistic build, I was saved the embarrassment and actually we had my dog, D/N, do all the motion capture for that.”

A photo of your German Shepherd appeared on the screen above, your arms encircled around them, their head tilted and long tongue hung from their mouth.

“They’re so cute!” a fan in the crowd shouted and you chuckled. “Damn adorable, I love them. I had to be on guard, I was scared Chris would take them home.”

Chris leaned over in his seat, hand slapped to his chest with a toothy grin as he cackled to himself. “I love that dog so much, what can I say?”

The fan thanked you for your time and walked back to their seat. The next fans were two girls, again around the age of college students walked up together. “Hi!” one of them greeted and the other looked incredibly shy, her friend held her close around the shoulders.

“Hey there, how are you?” you asked again. You always asked how the fans were, a habit that was just natural. Human. Kind.

“We’re good thanks. Uh, so this is my friend, Taylor,” she said and indicated to the other girl next to her. She waved and mumbled a meek hello into the mic. Your cheeks folded out into a smile, adoring the girl’s shyness. It was adorable. “And it’s her birthday and I want to ask if you could give her a little birthday present as your character, C/N, please? And with a cherry on top, add your wolf voice?”

Your tongue danced over your teeth as fans left, right and centre cheered and hollered. You could tell it was as much wanted by them as the fans asking for it themselves. “Just out of curiosity, who else is here for their birthday?” you asked and quite a large amount clapped in answer, a view yelled their response.

“Okay, so you can consider this a gift to you guys as well.” You sat forward and rolled your shoulders, getting into the mind of your character.

“Happy Birthday, Taylor.” You stopped to let the fans burn out their screams before you continued. “Told you, marriage proposals all of them,” Robert commented just as you went to speak and you broke out of character for a moment, face palming your hand.

“Go on, Wolfie, you gotta appease the fans,” Robert uttered with a wave of his hand to usher you on.

“I hope you have a wonderful birthday. Wanna play fetch some… sometime in the park?” Despite the momentary hiccup, unable to contain the embarrassed giggle in your throat as your face brightened, you finished.

Even some of your castmates imitated getting flustered, even Lizzie herself fanned her face. Taylor hid her face in her palms and her friend thanked you.

The other beauty of your performance was that the sound editors had little to do with mixing your vocals for the werewolf voices, you had a knack for making it naturally guttural and animalistic.

Anthony snickered playfully. “So I think we can agree that Y/N “Wolfie” has taken over the panel. Can we get a shout or clap if you enjoyed Y/N’s performance of C/N?”

You don’t know how it was possible, but that was the loudest you’d heard the fans.

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mostly-marvel-musings · 27 days

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A drabble with reader sucking Tony's giant is all I'm asking 🥺🥺🥺 swallowing his cum, teasing him

A Treat

A/N: This turned naughtier than I expected 🫣 Young Tony is an unabashed bottom, we love him.

Pairing: Young! Tony x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, oral.

“Part your legs for me, pretty boy.”

You murmured, grazing your nails up his thighs, looking up at his flushed state through your lashes. Smirking to yourself as he obeyed in an instant, you squirted some lubricant on your fingers, teasing them around his puckered hole, gaining a grunt from the man.

“Fuck, Y/N.” he hissed, relaxing his walls as your fingers stretched him.

“Someone needs to teach you patience, Tones.” You revelled in the way his pliant body reacted to your touch, his cock weeping precum as it begged for your mouth.

Dipping your head, your mouth found the base of his length, placing open mouthed kisses along it until you reached the tip. As you closed your lips around him, he tugged on your hair, released it at once as you sent him a warning look. He knew he wasn’t in charge tonight.

Tasting his salty eagerness on your tongue, you rolled it around languidly, taking him in one inch at a time. Your mouth felt like a velvety heaven around his cock, enveloping him in a warmth that elicited needy, breathy moans from his mouth.

All of his self-restraint could be felt by the way his thigh muscles clenched, resisting the urge to move his hips to get what he needed the most.

But he knew better than to test you when he was being treated. He would be a good boy, for you.

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underoostarks · 10 months

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Still Blue

Summary: It's been a year.

Warning: fluff, angst

Word Count: ##

Note: I've got two unfinished requests sitting in my drafts for so long but still don't have the motivation to finish it. Sorry :(

Inspired by the Rookie S4 E01. I don't watch it but I saw a scene in Tiktok and thought it'll be cute.

You entered your office, slumping on the couch, stomach flat, Tony had forced you to buy before when you're just starting to work at the Stark Industries. You sighed out of relief, taking a mental note to thank your wonderful husband again, the couch is a blessing as your bum is already tired seating all day on those meetings you attended.

Not minutes after relaxing in your position, you heard a knock which made you stand up and say come in to the person in the other side of the room.

"Mommy!!" Your daughter, Morgan, exclaimed as Happy opened the door while his other hand is holding Morgan.

Morgan quickly takes her hand from Happy as she excitedly run to you, full of energy. You bend down to hug her and kiss her cheeks multiple times which made her giggle. That sound alone vanishes your tiredness from the exhausting day you had.

"Hurry, mommy! I had something to show you and Daddy!" She yell excitedly once she broke the hug.

"Happy, have the car ready, I'll just get my things and we're good to go," You instructs, guiding Morgan to Happy once again. "Because someone here is a little excited to see his daddy." You continue, bopping you daughter's nose.

"Copy, we'll now head downstairs." Happy replies and you mutter a thank you before walking to your desk, tidying the papers and getting your bag, make sure you didn't forget anything.

After you arrived home, Tony's at the door greeting his girls, you and Morgan, as well as Happy. But before you could reply, Morgan already got his daddy wrapped around her finger, settling the both of them to the living room to play and chitchat while you went straight to the kitchen to prepare your dinner. Happy went upstairs, carrying Morgan's trolley bag to put it in your daughter's room.

Before you could start, Tony must have noticed as he shouted from the sala.

"I've got the dinner going already, honey." He states. "I asked FRIDAY, with Dum-E and U, for assistance to cook the chicken, we also got the side dishes covered so just relax."

You couldn't help but tear up at your thoughtful husband. Maybe because you had an exhausting day but seeing him like this, happy playing and listening to Morgan's stories and got the dinner ready to help you relax, you couldn't ask for a better husband because you already got the best.

As Happy went downstairs, you have offered him to have dinner in your home but he politely declined, stating that he and Pepper had already plans for their dinner, which you just smile and guide him to the door.

"Thank you, Happy. Have a nice ride."

After dinner, you put all the dishes in the sink, leaving FRIDAY to work on it. You sat in the couch beside your husband as Morgan tells her day in the school to the both of you. You and Tony couldn't help but chuckle as Morgan even acted some of the scenes as she's in front of the coffee table, exaggerated words and the tone of her voice is too cute to not react.

After some time, as you sense that Morgan is getting tired from her scheme, you had her take a bath and to call it a night. You left your husband in the living room as you went upstairs with Morgan to help her.

Once Morgan took a bath and you settle her in her own bedroom, you went to kiss her forehead and wished her a goodnight and sweet dreams.

"Mommy, I have a question." She starts, you hum as a response for her to continue with a smile on your face, wondering what's going on inside her tiny very curious head just like her dad.

"Why is daddy still blue?" That made your smile go away for a second before you force yourself to put one again.

"It's already past your bedtime," You changed the topic. "and don't think that you'll get away for sneaking a juice pops with your daddy earlier." You kiss her cheek and forehead one more time before leaving her to her room.

You let out a sigh as you close the door behind your back. It's not the first time Morgan had asked you about that but it's been getting often these past few weeks and you don't think that changing the topic would help you next time.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You flinch as Tony made an appearance to the hall.

"My lovely wife." He greets, but as soon as he sees your reaction, worry starts to conquer his face.

It's been minutes since you and Tony settled in the living room, you remain silent while Tony tries to talk to you, asking what's wrong. Yet, you give him no answer.

It's hard. It really is. What Morgan had asked earlier gave you a cold hard reality check. Suddenly, it's like you're back to square one. You're back to day one, feelings are overwhelming your system. You play pretend so much to the point you'd forgotten how your daughter needs to know the truth— which she might have already known about it she's just waiting for you to actually say it, something that you're not so sure if you have the courage and energy to say it to her because even yourself, doesn't want to believe the sad reality you're living in.

"Honey, please talk to me. You know how I worry about you going completely silent around me." Tony's voice snapped you from your train of thoughts. You couldn't get yourself to his holographic figure right now so you looked away.

"Darling, look at me, tell me what's wrong."

"Morgan asked me why you're still blue." And that made Tony halt.

You both went into complete silence. Unspoken thoughts echoed through the room. Both of you can't say anything because both of you can't do anything about it.

"Is there anything that I could do to you?" He broke the silence, voice filled with hope that maybe he could make it up— the hardest yet also the easiest decision he did before.

You shake your head—no. Because there's nothing that he could do right now to ease you.

"At least tell me, do you.. need anything?" His voice is almost cracking up, and you didn't even knew how could a holographic figure of his could do that. Could make you feel so much emotion, could make you feel like he is really there. With you.

"The 365 days back."

"You know I can't do that honey." He replies, so gloomy and filled with remorse. You could ask for anything in the world and he can make it happen.

Gosh, if he had given the chance to move the heavens and the mountains for you and Morgan, he would literally do that. And it's breaking his heart that the only thing you ever ask for is the one thing that can't do.

"I know." You reply as a tear went down your cheek, giving him a nod to completely show how much you understood him. Because you really do, you knew your husband well enough to know that he didn't want to do it either. It's just that his need to protect and give his family a better place to live is much stronger than anything in this world that he would gladly do it even if it meant it'll cost him his life. Which what happened a year ago.

And you didn't know if you're starting to slip away from reality again and slowly imagining things but you swore you could almost feel his arms around you, giving you the comfort you needed the most and whispering 'I love you'.

"I know."

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bellarkeselection · 3 months

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Since you want a Tony Stark request, I'm here for you

Love confession with him and female reader, a very delicious kiss and lots of love

I Want it that Way

Entering the Stark tower I had answered Pepper’s phone call saying that Tony was acting weird lately being down in his lab like normal which wasn’t an odd thing. But she said that he was sending a bunch of stuff to his house but never did anything with it. She said he claimed it was a party yet he would never tell her the date of when it was.

Walking down the staircase I entered the code he had on the keypad connected to the door. It opened and I stepped inside seeing the hall of multiple iron man suits that he had created. “Stark, I have been sent by Pepper Potts herself.”

“Awe Pep is concerned about me when she doesn’t have to be.” He responded while still working on the arm blaster of the original red iron man suit.

Standing by his work table I leaned my weight against it knowing that he wasn’t much of a talker when he was down here. Pepper and I had been friends for years so when she went to work for him that was the day we met. “Yes she’s concerned since you have been using your company money to buy a bunch of random stuff. But then you’ve done nothing with anything.”

“They’re not nothing. I would have thought you knew that unless she hasn’t shown you what I’ve bought.” Tony lifted his head up, snapping his fingers once he turned on the computer screen. He rolled over in his car pulling up some pictures. “Sit here, honey.”

I shook my head when he patted his lap. “Not gonna happen, Tony.”

“Just sit and look through the photos.” He instructed where I sighed, sitting on his lap and taking a hold of the mouse controller. I shifted my gaze through the photos beginning to piece together why he had ordered certain items.

He had purchased anything from my favorite snacks, drinks, movies I rented off his tv, clothes I pointed out I liked in the stores we passed. There was even one picture of a large bear stuffed animal he had in his Amazon cart. Tony and I had this teasing type of relationship you could call it. But there was one thing I couldn’t tease him about…how I truly felt about him. Otherwise I would have to deal with the idea that he either felt the same or just saw me as a friend. “You always seem so smart with comebacks. I thought you would have tried hacking into my Amazon account before coming down here.”

“Some people actually respect others' privacy.” I glared at him over my shoulder shifting around slightly and seeing how close we were to each other this way.

Tony turned off the computer screen focusing his soft brown eyes on mine. “I just needed to find the perfect gift for my plan to work. So that you would have no problem agreeing to…cause I don’t want to deal with rejection.”

“Who the hell would reject you. You’re Iron Man for crying out loud.” I throw my hands up from my lap.

He nodded slowly. “Yeah but only one person hasn’t treated me differently since I told the world that I was a superhero. And that person means more to me than what the rest of the world thinks.”

“Sounds like a lucky person whoever he or she is.” I replied leaning my back against his work table since I wasn’t comfortable being this close to him.

Tony didn’t seem to get that through when he moved forward resting his hands on either side of me. His deep brown eyes poured into mine while he spoke. “Please don’t take offense to this but I am a genius in case you forgot. But are you that blind to how I feel about you Y/n?”

“How you feel about me, Tony. Oh I’m sorry I suppose your teasing has been perfectly clear all these years. I have just been too stupid to realize it.” I rolled my eyes trying to get away from him feeling a nervous pit in my stomach but he had me boxed in.

He raised a brow at me, turning off the power to the headset he was wearing that could control the suits in another area as long as he wore them. “You’re not stupid, Y/n. But I feel stupid for just not asking this question sooner. Do you see yourself having any romantic feelings for me at all?”

“I…yeah I do. I just never thought you’d feel the same way. I mean because you’re you…and you can have anybody in the world and now you’re saying you’re choosing me of all people.” I sniffed avoiding his gaze, not sure what came over me where I just began declaring my entire insecurities and feelings out on the table for him.

Tony moved his hands up to my shoulders making me shift my eyes back on his. “Of course I chose you, darling. You’re the person who I worry about on Avenger missions, you’re the person who will eat pizza with me at midnight, help me down here on my suits even though you can’t stay awake on five hours of sleep like I can. When you smile or laugh I just want to freeze that moment in time or find a way to keep recreating it.”

“Tony, please stop. I get it okay.” I held my hands up trying to not blush like a tomato in front of him but he had a way with words when it came to me.

He reached up, removing my hands from my face and holding my hands in his. He needed to see your face while he poured his heart out. “Just let me get this all out okay. My suits aren’t the only thing in my life that I care about anymore. It’s you, it’s always gonna be you Y/n. That’s what all the purchases are because I was looking for the perfect way to ask you out and to have you maybe move in with me.”

“You want me to move in with you. Are you serious?” Covering my mouth with my hands I couldn’t believe what I was hearing right now.

He sent me a glare crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s what you got from my whole declaration of love speech?”

“Forgive me if this is all of sudden on me. I mean of course I want to do that with you. I want to be with you. It’s just all overwhelming for me. I hear you saying these wonderful things yet I have nothing to tell me that I am not dreaming right now-“

He cut my ramblings off, cupping my face in his hands and kissing me deeply where I would have fallen weak to my knees if I was standing upright. I gasped moving my hands over his black fitted shirt until I was holding onto his shoulders kissing him back slowly.

Tony tilled my head downward to give him the opportunity to deepen the kiss. I sighed into the feeling only dreaming that this would happen until this very moment. I lifted one hand fisting his black hair in my fingers hearing him moan into the kiss until we needed air. “You’re not dreaming, baby. My feelings are 3,000 percent real.”

“3,000 that’s quite a lot. Are you sure I’m worth Iron Man’s time?” I questioned him, chuckling with my arms draped around his neck.

He sent me a half smile leaning forward kissing me softly. “I’ll buy, make or do whatever I have to do to make you see that you are all I want. I want us to be together. I want it that way forever.”

“Tony, that’s not necessary. I already said I’d move in with you.” I shake my head laying my head against his chest where he wrapped his arms around my waist. He lays his chin on top of my head just holding me close to his chest briefly.

He mumbled into my hair moving it behind my ear. “I mean I actually am getting a few other ways to show you in mind if you're up for it.”

“Really…Do those plans change when I tell you I'm still a virgin?” I blushed the second the words left my mouth, terrified of what he would say now.

Tony tilted my head up resting his forehead against mine where I could feel his breath on my face when he spoke. “No way, honey. It just means that I have the honor of making it so enjoyable for you.”

“I like the sound of that, Stark. So tonight or…” I trailed off feeling a little bold.

Yet to my surprise he didn't jump at the idea of taking me upstairs like I thought he would. He in fact did the opposite and just kissed me slowly. “As much as I am turned on by the thought not tonight. When it happens I want you to have the best date night of your life, baby.”

“You ain't a bad guy, Tony. I'm glad we're together now.” I smiled up at him wrapping my arms around his neck drawing him down for another deep kiss.

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tonysbed · 2 years

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Uhm Captain?You’re going to be a dad

Chris Evans x Pregnant!Fem!Reader

Summary:Chris didn’t wanted to leave you alone but had to when he had to shoot for Avengers Infinity war.Little did he know that your bundle of joy would come a month earlier

Warnings:Pregnancy,Mention of giving birth,Cast is still in their costumes

A/n:My sleep rhythm is really….Broken.I started this at 4 am now we have 6 am.Meanwhile I also started two new fics and now I’m waiting for the Grayman release on Netflix(Germany 9 am If i’m not to bad in time zones)Anyway enjoy this fluffy thing

Chris was on a shoot in Boston for Avengers Infinity War.You assured him you’ll be fine and he even called Flo so IF something happens,that someone is there to drive you to the hospital and call him.

You and Flo were sitting on the couch”Hey,I’ll get a snack for us”You say and get up”I can do that”Flo said,”No I’ll be fine Flo”You walk into the kitchen and grab the snacks from the cabinet.

In that moment you felt something wet running down your legs”Ah shit..”You mumbled”FLO?”You yelled.Moments later she stood in the doorframe. “What’s wrong?”You looked down at yourself and so did she”Oh dear..”You placed the snacks on the counter”No need to panic”You said.

“I’m not panicking.Come on”She helped you get in the car and got your hospital bag.You took out your phone as Flo started the car.You clicked on Chris contact.

A familiar voice said”Hello?Y/n?”But it was definitely not your husband”Hiddleston?What are you doing with my husband’s phone?”,”Watching it while he is shooting.I have all of the phones.What’s up?”

“Uhm..My water broke”Silence.

“Oh.Okay wait.”You heard him walking.He walked up to the green screen they were shooting at and caught them at a moment were they weren’t shooting”Uhm..Captain?”Chris looked at him”You’re going to be a dad”Tom held up the phone.Scarlett raised her eyebrows”Oh oh”

Chris froze for a moment”What are we waiting for?”Robert said and dragged Chris after him.The cast got in their cars and Chris was now on the Phone with Flo.

“She’s good don’t worry.She said she didn’t have any painful con-“Her sentence was interrupted by a painful groan that came from you”I take that back.She does has painful contractions”You slightly chuckled at her accent that sounded like Yelena.

You and Flo arrived at the hospital.Your midwife was alright waiting”Hey Y/n.And how are the contractions?”She said,wheeling you trough the hospital”5 minutes”Flo answered for you because another one hit you.

You were laying on a bed and Flo was holding your hand”When is Chris coming?”Your midwife Anna asked”On his way”You said.Like on point there was a knock on the door and a nurse peaked her head in “Mr.Evans is here”Anna gestured her to let him in.You couldn’t hold back a laugh when you saw him in his Captain America suit.

“Well…I’ve seen a lot but not a father dressed up as Captain America coming to his child’s birth”The doctor said as he entered the room.Chris laughed”I had better things to do than change now”Flo and Chris swapped places”Should I go..Or..?”Flo gestured to the door”Depends on you Flo”,”No.Your birth so you-“

“If you wanna stay,stay if you don’t,don’t”She turned around”I can’t see blood.So..Should I send someone in?”You shook your head”Thanks Flo”,”No problem Babe”She walked out of the door and bursts out laughing.

She looked at the People who were ALL dressed up as their characters”None of you changed hm?”Robert laughed”Nope.”

It took only an hour for the little Evans to arrive.Chris kissed your forehead as Anna laid the baby girl on your chest.Chris laid a hand on her and kissed you.Anna was quick to get her phone and took a picture of you two,which wasn’t weird cause you knew her for years now.

30 Minutes later everyone was in a room,in their costumes which looked very funny.Chris was sitting on your right,holding your baby.On your left,on a chair was Robert,next to him Sebastian and then Flo.On top of Flo sat Hailee.Next to that Scarlett on Renner, Zendaya on Tom,Robert on Hemsworth,Lizzie on Paul,Anthony came in with Food for everyone and made himself comfortable in Sebastian’s lap.

Hiddleston took a selfie with all of you and send it to you and Chris.Chris posted it with the caption:

Baby Evans arrived safely under the watch of the Avengers

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I hope you love this as much as I do:)I have soooooo many fics of Chris…I have 45 drafts and at least 20 of them are about Chris😭Also this is not proof read cause it’s 6:23 am and I’m lacking sleep😀But I’m not tired enough to sleep🥲

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akashababy · 5 months

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Marvel characters react to their s/o kissing him but the running away

Peter Parker

❤️ Peter Parker might be caught off guard at first if his significant other kissed him unexpectedly and then ran away. He would probably experience a mixture of excitement, bewilderment, and curiosity about the reasons behind their escape and kiss. Peter might also wonder if he made a mistake or if the abrupt action had a deeper significance.

❤️ Peter, being the inquisitive and determined individual that he is, would undoubtedly make an effort to locate his significant other and engage in conversation regarding the recent events. In addition to expressing his own ideas and feelings, he would like to comprehend their reasons and emotions.

❤️ Peter could experience a range of feelings, such as joy that his partner kissed him, but he might also feel anxious or worried about the reason behind their need to flee. He would take the chance to speak honestly and candidly in order to strengthen their bond and make sure they were secure and at ease.

❤️ In general, Peter would probably approach the matter with a blend of empathy, curiosity, and a desire to work things out and come to an agreement with his partner.

Loki Laufeyson

💚 Loki's first reaction would probably be a mix of surprise, amusement, and curiosity if he witnessed his significant other kissing him and then running away. Loki might find the situation intriguing rather than confusing because of his reputation for mischievous behavior and unpredictable nature.

💚 Loki might be surprised by the unexpected kiss at first, but he would soon gather himself and laugh at the situation. The audacity and spontaneity of his partner's actions may appeal to his mischievous nature. He would probably view it as a lighthearted game or a challenge, and as he considers their plans, a smirk might show on his face.

💚 When Loki eventually catches up with his partner, he will maintain an air of casual confidence, not letting their actions affect him more than he lets on. He would tease them, asking questions like "What was that all about?" or "Are you trying to play hard to get?" Loki would enjoy keeping them on their toes, reveling in the power dynamics of their relationship.

💚 Upon eventually catching up with his partner, Loki would continue to project casual confidence, denying that their actions had a greater impact on him than he admits. "What was that all about?" and "Are you trying to play hard to get?" were some of the questions he would ask them as he teased them. Loki would relish the power dynamics between them and take pleasure in keeping them on their toes.

💚 Loki's response might change depending on how his partner explains things. If that kiss was intended as a brazen declaration of love, he might be genuinely happy and surprised. Maybe he would feel the same way back, but in his own cheeky way. But if the kiss was a practical joke or an attempt to gauge how he would react, Loki would respond in good fun, maybe with a clever trick of his own or an unexpected move.

💚 To sum up, Loki would be surprised, laughing, and curious when his significant other kissed him and ran off. He would be motivated by a desire to know their motivations and would regard it as a lighthearted game. Depending on how they explained it, Loki would either sincerely feel the same way or playfully engage in mind games and banter.

Tony Stark

♥️ Tony Stark's reaction would probably be a mixture of surprise, amusement, and intrigue if he found out that his significant other had kissed him and then fled. Tony would undoubtedly notice this unexpected action because of his charm, wit, and self-assured manner.

♥️ Tony usually reacts quickly to most situations, so he might be surprised at first by the sudden kiss. But after he gets over the initial shock, he starts to find humor. Instead of being confused, Tony would find the situation intriguing because he values spontaneity and likes to be kept on his toes.

♥️ Tony would set out to find his significant other and discover the reason behind their actions as his curiosity got the better of him. He would need to use both his resources and his keen intellect to find them. Tony might even use his technological skills to collect data or tease them in jest using different channels of communication.

♥️ Tony will continue to exude his signature charm and confidence when he eventually catches up with his partner. When he playfully confronts them, he may be grinning and asking, "What was that all about?" or "Are you trying to make a quick getaway?" Tony would quip back and forth with his significant other because he likes lighthearted banter.

♥️ Tony's response might change based on how his partner explains things. If the kiss was an act of true love, he could be pleasantly surprised and return the favor, maybe adding a little of his own special charm. Tony would probably respond playfully if the kiss had been a practical joke or an attempt to test his reaction, like planning a complicated practical joke or surprising them with a large gesture.

♥️ To sum up, Tony Stark would be surprised, amused, and intrigued if his significant other kissed him and fled. He would bounce back quickly and find the situation fascinating. Tony's charisma and curiosity would compel him to locate his mate and start joking around. Depending on how they explained it, he would either playfully respond with a clever retort or genuinely reciprocate their feelings.

Wanda Maximoff

🩷 Wanda Maximoff's reaction would probably be a mixture of bewilderment, curiosity, and a tinge of vulnerability if she witnessed her significant other kissing her and then running away. Wanda is a multifaceted, highly sensitive character who possesses telekinesis and reality-bending abilities.

🩷 Wanda might be surprised at first by the unexpected kiss and the retreat that followed. She may experience a wave of mixed feelings, from shock to doubt. Because of her empathy, Wanda would be sensitive to the feelings and intentions of her partner and curious to know why they act the way they do.

🩷 Wanda may feel a little exposed as she tries to make sense of what just happened. She would question whether the kiss was sincere and whether her. partner's abrupt exit indicated that they weren't sure how they felt or were just too overcome by them. Wanda may experience these feelings more intensely due to her empathy, which would increase her situational awareness.

🩷 Wanda would probably try to locate her partner and have a talk about what happened because she wants to be understood and connected. She might ask her friends, like Vision or Natasha Romanoff, for advice, or she might use her powers to find them. Wanda handles the situation with empathy and compassion, which shows that she cares about their emotional health.

🩷 Wanda would be honest and willing to talk when she and her partner eventually got together. She might ask them why they kissed her and then leave, expressing her confusion. As Wanda discusses her personal thoughts about the circumstances and expresses her need for clarification and understanding, her vulnerability may also be evident.

🩷 Wanda's response might change based on what her partner says. In the event that the kiss was a sincere show of love or affection, Wanda would probably feel relieved and embrace a closer bond. But if it was a playful move or an attempt to test her feelings, Wanda would respect their audacity but might also say that she needs more time to talk to them and understand them going forward.

🩷 In conclusion, Wanda Maximoff would exhibit bewilderment, curiosity, and a hint of vulnerability in response to her significant other kissing her and then scuttling off. She would try to have an honest discussion, trying to grasp their motivations and feelings. Based on their explanation, Wanda would respond with empathy, expressing her need for connection and clarity.

Natasha Romanoff

💜 Natasha Romanoff would first react with a mixture of surprise, caution, and a hint of curiosity if she found out that her significant other had kissed her and then fled. Natasha, a.k.a. Black Widow, is a very talented and astute person who is renowned for her people reading and tactical thinking.

💜 Considering her experience as a spy, Natasha would first evaluate the circumstances and attempt to decipher her partner's motivations. She may be wary because abrupt or unexpected behavior could set off her survival instincts. But Natasha would probably become curious because she's always looking to find out what's really going on and why people around her do the things they do.

💜 Even though Natasha might not go after her partner right away, she would undoubtedly want to find out what really transpired. She may employ her investigative abilities to obtain data and examine the matter from several perspectives, consulting her network of contacts as necessary.

💜 Natasha would approach her partner in a cool, collected manner after gathering sufficient information. She would ask them why they were running away and say how surprised she was by the unexpected kiss. Given her talent for reading people and her acute observational abilities, Natasha should be able to pick up on any underlying feelings or intentions, like fear, uncertainty, or even a lighthearted challenge.

💜 Throughout the conversation, Natasha would remain composed and pay close attention to her partner's explanation. Since trust is so important in any relationship, she would value openness and truthfulness. Natasha would value her partner's candor if they revealed the true feelings or intentions that led to the kiss, and she might feel the same way if she shared them.

💜 Natasha would, however, convey her need for boundaries and unambiguous communication if her partner revealed that the kiss was an impulsive or playful gesture. She would stress the value of mutual trust and understanding in their relationship, as well as the importance of respecting each other's feelings and consent.

💜 In conclusion, Natasha Romanoff would likely react with a mix of surprise, caution, and curiosity to her significant other kissing her and then scuttling off. She would gather information, evaluate the circumstances, and approach her partner composedly and calmly. Because of her keen sense of people and her emphasis on communication and trust, Natasha would know exactly how to respond to make sure that the other person's intentions and actions are in line with the cornerstones of a strong relationship.

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vikwrites · 4 months

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⛧ VIK'S MARVEL MASTERLIST

Smut ψ | Fluff ♡ | Angst 🥀 | Tony Stark ⎊ | Bucky Barnes ★

⎊ Money, Money, Money. \ ♡ ψ ➵ Starting off as simple, transactional love during the height of Tony’s alcoholism, devolves into something real. ➵ Ship : Tony Stark x Reader ➵ Word Count : 1.2k [ Chapter 1 ] [ Chapter 2 ]

⎊ Playboy \ ψ ➵ Tony Stark invites you into his Rolls Royce. ➵ Ship : Tony Stark x Reader ➵ Word Count : 2.5k ⎊ ★ Sleepless in Stark Tower \ ψ ➵ Tony invites a friend to Stark Tower, a certain metal-armed soldier. ➵ Ship : Tony Stark x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader ➵ Word Count : To Be Decided

⎊ Bliss and Honey \ ♡ ψ ➵ You and Tony share a moment of intimacy in each other's arms. ➵ Ship : Tony Stark x Reader ➵ Word Count: 462 ⎊ Copacabana \ 🥀 ➵ A letter to Tony Stark, 16 years after his death. ➵ Ship : Tony Stark x Widowed! Reader ➵ Word Count : 681 ⎊ His Sweet Girl\ ψ ➵ Nestled between Tony's legs, and all you wanted was to just feel him. ➵ Ship : Tony Stark x Reader ➵ Word Count : 724

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just-dreaming-marvel · 2 years

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Oblivious Pain

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RDJ!Sherlock Holmes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,910ish

Summary: You’re keeping a secret from your flatmate, Sherlock Holmes. It honestly is embarrassing that he hasn’t figured it out sooner.

Notes: I hope that this isn’t total trash, sorry if it is…. This is kind of based off of my own chronic illnesses. This has nothing do to with my RDJ!Sherlock Holmes series In The Game of Love. If you haven’t read it yet, it can be found on my masterlist link above. (This was also not edited… so sorry for any of the mistakes…)

Your flatmate was a very brilliant man. His brilliance was half of why you were in love with him. And yet, he could be so oblivious. Sherlock Holmes was oblivious about two things: your love for him and your health.

You often joined the detective on his cases, more than not having to run away and fight off the people he was chasing. So it was surprising to you that Sherlock hadn’t noticed when you were in pain. Admittedly, you had become very good at hiding it after living with this pain for year, but still. Sherlock Holmes was known to know every detail of a person’s life just by a mere glance in their direction. Yet he couldn’t tell that you were limping from the pain or that, upon returning back to the flat from a day of work, you went straight to bed. It continued to shock you that he couldn’t hear you get dressed or undressed on your bad days, it being so painful.

“Wake up!” Sherlock shouted as he burst into your room. “We must get going.” You groaned, both in annoyance and pain. “We have a long day ahead of us today.”

You sighed as Sherlock waltzed out of your room and back into his. You stayed laying down as you took a silent inventory on where the pain was located today in your body.

“Shoulders, lower back, and ankles,” you whispered to yourself.

“What was that?” Sherlock peered into your room. “Why are you not up yet, woman?”

“Since you decided to play your violin at all hours last night, I did not get rest.”

“Oh,” for a moment there you thought that he might actually apologize, “well, get up. I expect you by the door in ten.” Then he disappeared again.

You bit down on your bottom lip and closed your eyes and you pushed yourself up to a sitting position. You took a deep breath as you moved over to the edge of your bed. Your head was hanging low as Mrs. Hudson came in with a tray of fresh tea. She shut your door as she entered.

“You should not join him today,” Mrs. Hudson said. She set the tray down on your desk before heading to your wardrobe. “You clearly are unwell.”

“You know Sherlock, he will not take no for an answer.”

“Y/N,” she sighed as she pulled a dress out for you and came over to you. “If you would just be honest with you, he listens to you. Shockingly. He also clearly cares.”

“I am fine, Mrs. Hudson. Thank you for the tea and picking my dress for the day.”

“Do you need anymore help getting ready?”

“I am good. Thank you.”

Mrs. Hudson didn’t look convinced but left your room anyway. You took another deep breath before standing up and slowly going over to your desk and pouring yourself a cup of tea. Bringing up to your nose, you took a deep inhale before taking a sip. Mrs. Hudson clearly knew that it was going to be a rough day because the tea she had thrown together had the herbs you would usually use for pain. That woman may not like Sherlock very much, but she was sure going to take care of you.

You pushed through the pain, actually making it worse, in order to be dressed on time for Sherlock. He was by the front door already when you headed down the stairs.

“Good, you’re ready,” he commented, opening the front door. “Let us go.”

~~~

The day was exhausting. Sherlock was never one to slow down and that was catching up with you. By the time that you two arrived back at the flat, it was close to midnight and everything in your body was on fire. You were sure that Sherlock was saying something but you couldn’t focus on his voice as you used the railing to pull yourself up the stairs. You flinched as a large, rough hand found your lower back. You turned to see Sherlock studying you.

“Are you alright, darling?” He asked.

Your heart swooned at the nickname. “I’m fine,” you said quietly.

“Alright. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Sherlock.”

You slipped into your room and failed to make it to your bed. Instead, you collapsed on the floor. You didn’t have the energy to call for help or anything, so you stayed on the floor, quickly falling asleep.

~~~

The morning came with light slowly trickling into your window, waking you. You groaned as you realized that, one, you were still on the ground and, two, you were in a lot more pain than you were in the day before. It took you about fifteen minutes before you peeled yourself off the floor and began to clean yourself up. About an hour later, you found yourself down in the kitchen, searching for some tea.

“Mrs. Hudson!” You called as you searched the shelves. “Mrs. Hudson, where did you put the herbs for the tea?”

“The nanny is out today,” Sherlock said, coming into the room.

You winced slightly, surprised at his entrance. “Great,” you mumbled.

You closed your eyes as you tried to not to get emotional. Sherlock’s eyes grew concerned as he studied you. Something was wrong, he just couldn’t put a finger on what. You let out a deep breath as you opened up your eyes and took a few trembling steps toward the stairs. Sherlock hurried over to your side, setting a hand on your back. You flinched away while you bit down a whimper.

“Something’s not right,” he stated, his voice firm.

“I’m fine,” you tried to match his firmness but your voice betrayed you.

“Do lie to me, darling. It’s not a good look on you.”

“I’ll be fine, Sherlock.” You patted his chest lightly, immediately regretting it due to the pain. “I think that I’ll just go back upstairs and rest.”

You walked away, unsteadily so, under the careful watch of Sherlock. He watched as you used the railing to pull yourself up to the next step and the next. When you reached the landing, he went back into the kitchen to try and put together some tea for you. Sherlock was grabbing the kettle for water when he heard a crash. He rushed out to see that you had fallen down the last few steps and back onto the landing.

“Y/N!” Sherlock exclaimed. He rushed up to you, gently getting you into his arms. “Come on, darling.” You whimpered. “Focus on my voice. What hurts?��

You just whimpered again as you were unable to focus or speak. He fixed his arms to be underneath you better and stood up with you in them. For someone who always could put together a plan, Sherlock didn’t know what to do. He could run through the streets with you in his arms in search for Watson, he could get you to bed then go out searching for Watson himself, or he could get you to bed then wait by your side until Mrs. Hudson came back.

Looking down at you, Sherlock knew he couldn’t leave you. Running through the streets with you was also not a possibility due to the pain it would clearly cause you. So carefully, he climbed up the stairs with you in his arms and headed straight for your room. He set you down and gently ran his hand across your forehead to check your temperature.

Sherlock straightened up as the front door opened and then closed.

“Holmes! Y/N!” John called. “I came for a visit. To see how—“

“Watson!” Sherlock rushed out to the stairs, panicked. “I don’t know—I can’t deduce what happened.”

“What are you talking about, Holmes?”

“Y/N. She collapsed. I can’t get her to focus or respond.”

John ran up the stairs, following Sherlock into your room. The doctor when to work, quickly realizing that every movement that he was forcing you to make caused you to whimper or cry out.

“There’s bruises forming,” John noted.

“She fell down the stairs,” Sherlock quickly replied. “She was trembling and told me that she just needed rest. I turned my back and then she fell.”

“We should get her to the hospital. She needs to be properly examined and given medication.”

Sherlock’s heart clenched. He knew that he was never good with feelings and relationships, but the thought of something being seriously wrong with you worried him.

“Sherlock,” John called for the detective’s attention. The man glanced up at the doctor. “We’re going to figure this out.”

~~~

Thankfully, John had taken his own carriage to the Baker Street flat so it was easier to get you to the hospital. Sherlock did not let you go throughout the whole ride there. John watched curiously as his old friend showed more emotion and care than John had ever seen from the man before. Sherlock carried you into the hospital, John doing the talking to the worried nurses.

Sherlock stayed by your side until a doctor came over and told Sherlock that he needed to leave so that they could do a check up. John was already tugging him away before Sherlock could fight. John led Sherlock into the waiting area. The two men sat down with a sigh. John reached over and took the paper from the table in front of him.

“Let’s see what’s going on out in the world, shall we?” John commented as he opened the paper. “Well it seems Scotland Yard still can’t do their job without you.” Silence. “She’s going to be fine, old—“ John stopped himself as he folded the paper to look at Sherlock. Except, Sherlock wasn’t there. “Great.”

~~~

You groaned as you slowly began to come to. Just by the smell, you knew that you were no longer at home. You went to try and find a more comfortable position, still keeping your eyes closed, when a pair of hands gently found your shoulders.

“Don’t move,” a man’s voice with a clearly fake German accent said. “Your body needs to stay still.”

You blinked your eyes open, focusing on the man above you. He had grey hair and a large beard. He was dressed up like a doctor, but it was his large brown eyes that gave him away.

“Sherlock,” you rasped.

“You had me worried there, darling,” he whispered, sitting on your bedside you.

“What happened?”

“You fell down the stairs. Do you not remember?”

“Not really. I… I just remember a lot of pain.”

“Yes… it seems like you’ve been in pain for a while. You’ve been hiding it from me.”

“You were just oblivious to my pain, Sherlock. For someone so brilliant, you sure miss the obvious.”

“I do not.”

“You do.” Sherlock huffed. “How long am I here for?”

“Until the doctor’s find something to help you.”

You sighed, looking away from Sherlock. “They won’t find anything. People have already tried. I’m just stuck with living like this for the rest of my life.” Tears pricked your eyes as you closed them. “I… I understand if you no longer wish me to be your flatmate. This can be a lot and it will out get worse.”

“Stop that.” Sherlock’s hands came up to held your face. “You are staying at the flat.”

You opened your eyes to see how sincere he was being. It surprised you slightly. “Are you sure?”

“Positive, love.”

~~~

Sherlock’s arm would not leave your waist after he helped you up the front steps of your shared flat. The door opened before he could do it for you and Mrs. Hudson appeared.

“Y/N! I was so worried,” she said, coming in to hug you. “I am so glad you’re okay.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Hudson,” you replied as you hugged her back.

“Okay, that’s enough, nanny,” Sherlock scolded as he pushed her away from you.

“Sherlock,” you reprimanded. “It’s fine. It’s just a hug.”

“A hug that could cause you pain.”

“The medication the doctor’s gave me is working. I’m fine.”

Sherlock didn’t responded, but he didn’t care if you said you were fine. He was going to do his best to help you. Even if he was never good with emotions, his own or others, Sherlock was going to try for you.

“I will go put some tea on and bring it up to you,” Mrs. Hudson said.

“Thank you,” you replied as you continued inside.

Sherlock kept his arm around you as he clenched his jaw tightly while helping you up the stairs. He was trying to resist the urge just to sweep you off your feet and carrying you up the stairs. He knew that you wouldn’t be alright with it and wanted to do what you could, even if it took all your energy. By the time you made it to the top of the staircase, you were tired and you were leaning more into Sherlock. He took on more of your weight with ease and hurried you into your room. He helped you onto the bed.

“I have a few things to do, but I will be around,” Sherlock said softly.

“The case,” you gasped. “You haven’t been able to solve the case because of me.”

“I solved the case while waiting for you to wake. It was the wife, clearly.”

“Clearly,” you chuckled, tiredly. “What do you need to do? Can I help with anything?”

Sherlock pressed out a smile. “You need to rest. That’s what you can help with.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “Call for me if you need anything.”

~~~

Sherlock played his violin as you slept, thinking about how to handle his emotions towards you. He was also thinking about ways he could help ease your pain.

“Sherlock,” your whimper made him pause his playing. “Sherlock.” He set down his instrument and rushed out of his room. “Sherlock.” He entered your room to see you laying in bed, clearly in pain. “Sherlock.”

“I’m here, darling,” he whispered as he grabbed the medicine bottle and syringe from your side table.

“It hurts… it hurts…”

“Almost there, love. Almost there.” Sherlock gently took your arm and injected the contains of the syringe into it. You gasped as it filled you. “There you go.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course, darling.” He pulled a chair up to the side of your bed. “I’ll be right here when you need something.”

~~~

It became routine for Sherlock to sleep in the chair besides your bed. Even as your body began to bounce back. As you began to feel better, you longed to do more than just stay around the flat. Sherlock was not allowing you to join him on cases, which he only started taking again at your insistence.

It was now six weeks since your hospital stay, your doctors and John had approved you for more strenuous activities as the medication you were on was working.

“Come on, Sherlock, please,” you begged as you followed him down the stairs. “Let me come. I’m feeling better! I can—“

“No,” his voice was firm as he continued towards the front door.

“John and my other doctors said that I am good. Why can’t you—“

“I said no!” He yelled. You flinched back. Sherlock had never raised his voice at you like that before. “I will see you later.”

He slipped out of the front door, leaving you stunned inside. Sherlock regretting his tone, having sensed your flinch. But he had other things to worry about like the case he was currently trying to solve. Annoyingly so, Sherlock couldn’t get you out of his head the whole day. The man he was casing after almost alluded him because of it. He was coming home late, frustrated at the whole situation.

You had a similar, frustrating day. Unable to do anything without thinking about how Sherlock had treated you that morning. It was not okay and you were determined to let him know that. You waited in his room; going from reading to pacing and then repeating it all. You heard the front door slam and you knew he was home.

Sherlock’s steps were quick up the stairs. He paused in front of your room, unable to tell if you were sleeping or just not in there. He huffed as he marched into his room. You stood up as he entered. He froze as he saw you there waiting for him.

“What you did this morning was not okay, Holmes,” you told him angrily. “I am not a fragile doll! This is why I didn’t want to tell you about my health because I knew you would never let me do anything again. I am not okay with that! I am not useless! I—“

You were cut off by Sherlock’s lips over yours. He was hungry for you and you quickly reciprocated it, grabbing at him the way he was grabbing at you.

“You’re not fragile,” he whispered against your lips. “And I’ll show you that I believe that, if you’d let me.”

You responded with another eager kiss, allowing him to begin taking off your layers of clothing.

~~~

Sherlock kissed your bare shoulder as you slept against him. He had spent a good portion of the night showing you that he knew that you were not fragile. When you finally fell asleep against him, Sherlock promised himself that he would never be oblivious to your pain—or love—again.

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vinylsbygi · 2 years

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this rdj as eddie's father

no hate towards rdj by posting this pic, i absolutely love rdj <3

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nicoline1998enilocin · 7 months

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Eyes on me

Pairing | Husband!Robert Downey Jr x Wife!Female!Reader

Word count | 1.2K

Summary | Robert comes home from an extended filming period, and you're desperate to have him fill you up again. He can barely make it inside before you're all over him, but it's the best 'welcome home' he could have dreamed of.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. RPF, established relationship (husband and wife), age gap (Robert: mid to late 40s, Reader: is early to mid-30s), porn without plot, smut (daddy kink, dirty talk, oral (M receiving), masturbation (F receiving), hair pulling, throat fucking, cum swallowing).

A/n | I want to give a big (😉) thanks to @ccbsrmsf1 for drooling over his body with me because he's an absolute Greek God of a man! I hope you enjoy what I did with this brainchild of mine because I sure as hell know it was fun to write, hehe 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

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Main Masterlist | Robert Downey Jr. Masterlist

Robert just got home from an extended filming period, and you've rarely been more desperate for him than you are now. As soon as he walks in the door, you're greeting him with a brand new set of dark green lingerie you bought just for this occasion.

Before he can even get so much as a ''welcome home!'' out of his mouth, you've pushed him against the door; your mouth crashed onto him in a dominating, passionate kiss. The groan vibrating in his chest lets you know how good he feels, and you're glad you decided to surprise him like this.

Your kiss moved from his pink, plump lips to the scruff on his jaw and down his neck to the sensitive spot below his ear. The grunt tumbling off his lips has you smiling into your kiss, and you can't help but let your hands wander to push the jacket off his back, followed by opening the buttons of his shirt.

''Fuck, feels so good, Gorgeous,'' he says with a raw edge to his voice, and it makes the arousal in your panties only grow more. When his shirt is on the floor, you kiss further down his body, only stopping to tug, roll, and nibble on his ever-so-sensitive nipples.

His hands find their way into your hair as he pulls you up for another deep, passionate kiss that has the butterflies in your stomach swirling like never before.

''Let me make you feel good, Daddy,'' you whisper into his ear after you pull away again, and the goosebumps in his neck tell you just how badly he wants it. His cock is already uncomfortably hard in his tight jeans, and when you palm him through them, he lets his head fall back against the door.

Robert's jaw is slightly slack, every hot breath and moan freely leaving his throat. You sink to your knees slowly, your lips ghosting over his abs and placing hot, open-mouthed kisses now and again. Your long, slender fingers have reached the waistband of his jeans, and they pop open the button effortlessly.

After his zipper, you pull his pants down in a single, smooth motion until it's bunched on the floor, and when you realize he's not wearing any underwear, you moan at the sight.

His dick was leaning forward a little from the weight and curved deliciously to the left with a bead or pre-cum leaking from the tip.

''Is this just for me, Daddy?'' you say as you look up at him with blown pupils, the color of your eyes not visible anymore from pure arousal, and you're eyes look a little glossed over, too.

''Absolutely, Gorgeous. Why don't you make Daddy feel good by sucking on it a little?'' he says with a sly smirk, and you happily listen to what he wants.

Your hands slide over his thighs, and you revel in the feeling of the dark hairs adorning them, up to the dips of his thighs, so close to where he needs you, yet not close enough.

''Gorgeous, don't be a fucking tease,'' he growls at you, and after giving him a crooked smile, you lean forward and make tiny kitten licks over his tip, his head falling back against the door again with a loud thud.

Your lips wrap around his tip, and you suckle ever so slightly, and it makes Robert's back arch away from the door, pushing himself deeper into your mouth, and you take the opportunity to grab two handfuls of his perfectly round ass.

At first, you massage them softly while slowly working more of his dick into your mouth because it's always a stretch - one you'll happily get accustomed to every single time, in every single hole he feels like using that day.

''Fuck, that's it, Gorgeous; that throat is nice and tight for me, can't wait to fuck it and shoot my cum deep into it. Make you swallow it all like a cumslut,'' he says, and the moan that you let out makes Robert push into you again, hitting your gag reflex this time.

''C'mon, relax for Daddy; I know you want to be my good girl,'' he says, and you pull back, needing to ask him something.

''M-May I touch myself, Daddy? 'M so wet,'' you say with an innocent look. Robert strokes your cheek softly with his thumb, and you lean into his touch as you close your eyes. These sweet moments are the ones you love so much, making the act so much more intimate.

''Yes, you may, Gorgeous, but I always want your eyes on me. Want to see how you fall apart on those fingers while you suck my cock like the cockslut you know you are for Daddy,'' he says, and you nod in agreement.

He grabs hold of his dick, and he taps your tongue a few times as you stick it out, letting a few more beads of pre-cum fall onto your tongue as you wrap your mouth around him again.

Your fingers slide into your panties as you look up at him like he told you to do. There's nothing you ever wanted more than being his good girl, and you're willing to do everything to earn that praise from him.

His fingers weave into your hair, and he gets a tight grip, ensuring he can use you just how he wants. You know that if it's too much, you can always tap his thigh twice, and in the past, you've had to a couple of times to which he listened immediately. Because of that, you can let go as you trust him fully.

With slow, deliberate movements, he thrusts into your throat, and you relax it as much as you can until he slides past and deep into your throat as you take all of him, and your nose is pressed against his pubic bone.

Your fingers rub through your soaking folds as you try to get the edge off, but you're careful not to do too much since you're already on the edge of an orgasm.

Robert pulls back and thrusts a few more times to ensure he's good to go, and when you let out an impatient moan around him, he tightens the grip on your hair without warning, and he starts fucking your throat in earnest, chasing his high right now.

''Oh, fuck. Doing so well for Daddy, you cumming on those fingers yet, Gorgeous? That's it, let go for Daddy,'' he says, and you can't help it as you're shaking and trembling as your fingers find your clit and work you through a mind-bending orgasm right now.

''Shit, gonna fucking cum for you, Gorgeous, swallow it!'' he says, and with a few more sloppy thrusts, he shoots his cum deep into your throat, making you swallow it all while he stares deep into your eyes as if he's staring into your soul.

He pulls out, and you stick out your tongue to show him you swallowed it all before he crouches down and pulls you into a passionate kiss, which is all clashing teeth and tongue, but it is nothing short of perfect.

When he pulls away, you look at him with those glossy eyes he loves so much, and you croak out three simple words.

''Welcome home, Daddy.''

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potterhead2207 · 2 years

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Labradorable

Robert Downey Jr. x Young!Daughter!Reader (5 years old)

Summary: Robert has a surprise for his daughter.

Warnings: none

A/N: finally something that’s not cevans smut 😂 if this gets to 50 likes I’ll turn it into a series 🥰

This year had been tough for Robert and his family, especially on his youngest daughter, Y/N, who was five years old. Everything going on in their lives had made her really stressed, affecting how she behaved at school. She wasn’t someone who misbehaved, but her teacher noticed that she’d become a lot quieter recently and had fallen out with her friends. Trying to cheer her up, Robert decided, after a lot of careful thinking, to adopt a dog. They’d been considering this for a while, him and Susan, but they felt like now was the perfect time.

They had decided on a Labrador, as they had heard they were good with children and other animals. His name was Charlie.

Robert and Susan decided to surprise Y/N and her siblings when they got home from school. They brought them in out of the car and told them to wait in the living room while Susan drove to the dog shelter to pick him up. They told them to open their eyes as they let Charlie go out of their arms, running up to them and wagging his tail excitedly.

“Daddy, it’s a doggy! What’s his name?” asked Avri.

“His name is Charlie. He’s five years old,”

“That’s the same age as me!” Y/N said, bending down to stroke him. “Do we have the same birthday, Daddy?”

“No, sorry, kiddo. His birthday is June 27th,”

“That was just recently! Happy Birthday, Charlie!” Exton shouted.

“So, we take it you like Charlie then, guys?” asked Susan, smiling when they all nodded.

“Thank you, Mommy and Daddy!” Y/N exclaimed, getting up and giving them a huge hug each.

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blackjackmagi83 · 2 years

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Criminal Behavior (8)

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WC: 2.9K

Pairing: Druglords Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes X Detective Original Female Character

Summary: Rose Phillips, one of the best vice detectives in the game, was given a mission to catch the biggest drug lord in all of New York. James Buchanan Barnes. Framing as a lady of the night at a hidden gentlemen’s club, her mission being to do anything it takes to lure her target into her trap. Even if it means going through one of his accomplices to get there. Will the notorious criminals fall for her trap or will Rose fall for their criminal behavior?

Warnings: Lots of swearing, violence, and mild sexual content.

Another chapter like I promised!

I actually enjoyed writing this chapter shockingly. Normally I'm a bit meh on what I've written on this story lately but I feel good about this one!

Also I just want to add if anything gets confusing please feel free to ask and I can explain everything written so far (or try my best to lol).

P.s.s. I finally get to show this gif and it makes me stupidly happy 🤪

Hope you enjoy ♡

That fucker. That stupid cocky fuck was punishing him. Sending him all the way to some hell hole in Vermont or somewhere close to that, Steve could honestly give a shit less. What he cared about was getting back home. Back to the comfort of his own bed and everyday routine instead of the infested motel mattresses and gas station coffee that made his stomach twist. Most importantly he wanted to get back to Rose. He hated how sappy that made him sound but it was true. She gave him a sort of comfort that she once gave, a comfort he thought would never return after the loss. He didn't want to risk losing it for a second time. But that mission was for another time, he had to focus on the one at hand first.

James had given him detailed instructions to find the man who's name was written sloppily on the note he had in his breast pocket. Some bank teller that got hooked on morphine after getting an organ removed, again, Steve could care less about the back story, he just wanted to get this over and done with. From the information he was given, the man had a habit of hanging around for poker night at a local bar. Tended to get out sometime between one and three am, so he waited in the alleyway around the corner. And waited. And waited. Steve had smoked the last of his cigarettes by the time the man staggered out, complaining at how the men inside were cheating him again.

As the man turned from the bar to where Steve was camping out, he grabbed the sweat stained blazer and pulled the man into the shadows. His ocd fought him mentally at the substance coating his hands making them stick like velcro to the fabric in his hands. Just add it to the list of things pissing him off right now.

"Get your hands off m- Captain, I-I mean Mr. Rogers. My word you startled me hiding in the alley like that." The man sounded like a corny cartoon character who was missing his quartet hat and bow tie.

"I have that effect on people." The man squirmed nervously as Steve's grip tightened, "You know why I'm here don't you Joey?"

The man hesitated before nodding, eyes hiding behind their lids as he gulped, "I-I don't got the money right now."

If Steve wasn’t already irritated he certainly was now, knuckles white with grip and breath picking up with each word that stuttered from the imbecile's mouth. Was it too much to ask for a simple transaction? Give a bit of tough love, take the money and go. That was only in the movies though and Steve was nowhere near being a movie star.

Just as Steve went to pummel his face into the brick wall behind them, the man raised his hands, pleading, “Please give me more time! My wife is sick with cancer, you see. She's bedridden and all our money goes to the bills except the extra I earn for overtime. That's why I'm here. A man has to have some fun too, you understand.”

“So you’re out here, gambling all the money you have and owe me while your wife may be lying dead in your bed right now? Aren’t you just the picture perfect husband?” Before the man could think of another bullshit lie, Steve threw himself away, watching the man’s head smack against the bricks, “You have one month. Just one. If I have to come all the way back to this shithole, I’ll make sure Mr. Barnes is the one that splatters your brains all over the ground.”

Tony watched the scene play out from a safe distance away, planning each step as Steve surprised him more and more with his unsure actions. To let an owing man go instead of beating and or killing the man was out of the ordinary for the Captain America. The man who did all of James Barne’s dirty work with the red, white and blue striped star vibranium shield and a sadistic smile while blood coated his face. Yet there he went, leaving the man with barely a concussion. Perfect for Stark, he had his own business to take care of.

He waltzed up behind the man, stumbling and gripping at his head, "Hey asshole, missed me?"

"Can't catch a fucking break." He mumbled under his breath, before placing a toothy smile at him, "Mr. Stark! Long time no see indeed. I'd love to stay and catch up but my poor wife is sick, I must get home to her right away."

Stark gave him a brow raise with an unamused chuckle, "Really? The whole wife is sick charades? Come on, a six year old can give a better excuse than that. Even Capsical probably knew that one was bullshit. That's why I'm surprised he took it easy on you. Can't really say I'll do the same though."

He held his hand out, releasing a shot of energy from the gadget wrapped around his hand. A prototype from a project he's been working on whenever he had enough free time. Relaxing wasn't much of his thing so he had plenty of it after work.

The man launched a few feet into the air before landing on his back with the wind completely knocked out of his lungs. Stark grew excited inside, thrilled his new toy was on the road to success. It still needed a few tweaks here and there but it was on the right path.

Stark stalked towards the gasping fish like man, a mocking expression growing, "Oh I am so sorry about that. Still a prototype, a bit hard to control at times but you know what isn't hard?" He grabbed the man by his blazer, pulling his face to meet Stark's, "Not buying from the fucking enemy."

"Tony-Mr. Stark, please give me another chance! It won't happen again, I promise."

Stark nodded slowly, thinking to himself for a moment, "You're right, it won't happen again."

With another flash of the gadget, the man's face vanished, blood splattered and pooling to the pavement as the headless body laid limp in Stark's hands. He released the body with an irritated huff, wiping his bloodied hand onto the man's suit. Blood pumped from the wound till it was drained from the remaining limbs, soaking Stark's brand new leather shoes in the coagulating substance.

"Damn it, I just bought these shoes."

The words still haunted Rose. Teasing her at how she'd given into the winter soldiers' devilish temptations and how much she enjoyed it. The detective side of her cheered, celebrating at the next step towards pinning down Barnes. Yet the emotional side of her was swallowing her whole in shame. When did she decide that this was the way around a case? By emotionally abusing herself into finding what she needed? She was in too deep at this point but the disappointing dwell remained, taunting her when she let her guard down.

James didn't want to admit it either. How he felt about her that is. He wanted to believe it was a possessive fuck and that was it, just like the others. Submissive little things they were but this mysterious woman, whose name he still didn't know, was completely different. She matched his behavior, like a lioness to his beast. Any move he tried on her she'd give right back to him, showing him she wasn't going to wait on her hands and knees for him like a good girl. She was as superior as him and knew it damn well. They were more alike than they both wanted to admit to. Fire against fire. Dangerous. Deadly. Simply disastrous. A euphoric combination if done correctly.

The light jazz music that played through the club was drowned out as the two challenged each other’s limits. Rose’s restraint against the devil’s touch, burning along her skin like cigarette being put out against it and James's patience, wearing thin as a fiber of hair that fell from her locks onto his suit, resistant until pulled hard enough, breaking with a snap. Their limits were closing in on them as they fought the inevitable.

James's thumb ran along her bottom lip, hungrily watching it pull and bounce back in place as he let it go. The lion’s growl rumbled tastefully in his chest, the grip on her throat intensifying, the cold vibranium sending pins and needles through her as it dragged up the back of her thigh, grabbing a handful of her plush backside. Rose bit her tongue, drawing the iron substance enough to coat her taste buds.

“Easy there big boy, it’s not polite to take without asking. I could so easily punish you for such a thing.” Her breath was raspy and breathless but her confidence roared, pushing at the beast with every intention of breaking him as he wanted with her.

“Oh, is that so?” He was as breathless as her, the tightness of his pants aching with need the more he watched her, lips tilted in a smirk while her eyes narrowed, scoping out her next attack. He knew it’d be one that’d make him lose himself, taking her right there, “I’d like to see you try doll.”

The emotion she held back for so long had finally broken from its twisted chain, gaining catastrophic freedom. Like a panther, it crept in the shadows low and quiet, crawling closer to the surface of her thoughts. It was an incurable hunger. She was hungry for him. For his touch, his body, him. He could feel it radiate from her when he was around her, alone and at the club. A pheromone that only they could sense and bonded to each other.

Rose drew her hands up his clothed thighs, maintaining eye contact as she neared the place that oozed with desperation. She waited patiently, locking on every emotion that ran through his eyes, lust, surprise, beautiful sex filled rage and lastly, pleasure. She almost missed her opportunity as she almost unleashed herself right then and there when the moan that released from his lips ripped straight through to her center. Tasting the iron on her tongue again, snapped her out of her lust filled daze, bringing her to the next step of brutally teasing the man folding within her grasp. Quite literally. Her grip on him was nothing one would consider gentle.

"Sit. down.” She commanded in his ear, squeezing the clothed flesh warningly.

There was that glare again, angered by the need to be obedient or else she’d punish him further by leaving. That is, if she could make it to the door in time. He already knew the answer but would save that chase for another day.

With her hand still gripping below his belt, twitching from the sting her nails were leaving, he sat in one of the velvet chairs that decorated the center of the room.

Her eyes roamed his unraveling position, breath growing heavier as she removed her hand from him, “Such a gentleman, providing quite an inviting seat for me.”, he released another growling moan as her laced core met with his, feeling the amount of heat it was truly radiating, “Good boy.”

The sound of his patience snapping seemed like it could be heard from miles away, every last bit of it leaving his body as her hips rolled against him, "God you’re in so much fucking trouble now doll.”

Trouble wasn’t the word for what he gave her.

The memory lingered both mentally and physically. She could still feel the way he touched her that night. How primal it all was. Gentle could never be used to describe it. He fucked the way he acted, arrogant and teasing. He would do everything but what his partner truly wanted, waiting for the gasped pleadings to begin but Rose knew better than to feed into his games, she was no beggar.

Rose felt his presence enter the room before his hands touched her. His fingers dancing dangerously low on her hips, his chest leaning heavily against her back, "Still dreaming of me doll? Aren't you so sweet?"

God his voice pissed her the fuck off, especially in the morning when it was gravely and low. The chill it gave her body was undeniable and she hated everything he did that gave her pleasure. She wanted this all to be painless and over with but the more time went on with him and Steve too for that matter, the heavy bitter ache hardened a little more, edging closer to shattering.

She almost completely forgot about Steve in this betrayal. Sweet, goofball Steve Rogers. The man whose been nothing but affectionate and attentive towards her and in return she’s fucking his best friend and boss. How much lower could she scoop than that?

It’s for work. An important case she can’t fuck up. And for crying out loud they’re criminals. She’ll repeat that till she succeeds. Fake it till you make it right?

Rose smacked at his hands, ignoring the way it made her skin tingle, focusing on the uncooked pancake in the pan in front of her, "Nope, I'm thinking of all the pancakes I'm going to make you watch me eat."

He tisked in her ear, his teeth grazing her lobe, "Don't be so cruel, after all I did for you last night? Maybe you need to be spanked again."

She held the urge to tilt her head for him, scrunching her shoulder instead to pry his teeth from her like a misbehaved puppy, "Don't be mistaken now, I did an awful lot to you too Mr. Barnes. I can't let you take all the credit."

She turned to face him as he tried pressing himself into her, eyes low and lips parted, inviting him to come closer. He took the bait, locking her against the counter with his arms as he welcomed himself against her body, digging the growing arousal into the front of her thigh. Another betraying kink she refused to admit, holding back the darkness that wanted to cloud her vision, begging to take control. Her consciousness cracked the whip at the hungry lioness, forcing it back into its cave. It laid, waiting impatiently, the hunger only growing as his hands ran up her belly, forcing the muscles to tighten and twitch. Before he could touch her lips, her hand, caked in uncooked batter, rubbed the sticky sweet substance all over his face.

Her face held an inch of amusement as she watched him blink back the residue from his eyes, tongue grazing over his teeth. He was pissed, which only grew her amusement more, "Now sit your ass down like a good little boy and be patient while I finish cooking."

He let out a dark laugh, his face staring her down, only centimeters apart, "Sorry, I'm not too good at listening."

She couldn't hold back the gasp from her lips as cold, sticky batter was poured over her head and down her upper body onto James's button down shirt she had stolen earlier that morning. Her eyes never left his, indescribable rage settling within them while he stared with triumph.

The anger turned into panic as she realized the black wig that's been hiding her identity in this whole charade is now coated in the substance as well and can't be washed and dried unless it's off her, if she bothered to try at all. It was to the point of being ruined, the cheap strands hard and heavy, threatening to break off.

She tried to maintain her breathing as she pushed herself away from James and the messy kitchen, walking back to the bedroom where her things remained. She needed to get out of here before anything could be revealed.

James met her in the doorway, casually filling the space with his lean body, arms lazily crossed against his pecs, "Come on doll, don't be like that. It's nothing a shower and some cock won't fix."

She ignored him, changing back into the clothes she wore from the night before, using what little fabric that remained clean on the discarded shirt to get the rest of the batter off from her arms and chest. It was mostly hardened and flaking but at least it wasn’t as uncomfortable, long enough for her to get home and shower the rest off in peace.

James followed her out the bedroom, a scowl plastered on his face, looking like the bad tempered puppy he was, "Are you really mad at me doll?"

Rose could barely hear him from her heart pounding. Here she was, already in a twisted, sadistic styled game of cat and mouse but she had no idea who was who anymore. She felt like the mouse in this situation, running right into the cat’s trap as she tried not to break into a sprint for the door. She could feel the wig’s hold slipping, strands of her real hair peeking out around her face. She was almost to the end of the hallway when she felt his presence right at her back. It was too late. She was too slow.

James had enough of her silent treatment at yet another lack of response from her, lost in her own world it seemed. Staring determinedly at the door to the apartment, her pace picking up as she edged closer. Was she running away from him? He despised being ignored especially when something was wrong and he had no clue of what caused it. When he talked to you, he expected an answer back and he expected it quickly and clearly. Stuttering pissed him off.

Rose felt the metal fingers wrap around the crusty black strands, tugging back to get her to stop. The wig could no longer hold against his grip, lying trapped around his fingers like a spiderweb, as it pulled away from her head. Her auburn hair cascaded down her back as it was released from its hold, leaving Rose paralyzed in the center of the hallway. She didn’t move, didn’t breathe. If she ran, dead. Mouthed off, dead. She was trapped, playing dead at this point, knowing either way she was going to get toyed with till she was a limp fuzz ball ready to be eaten.

The vibranium hand threw the wig across the room, replacing its grip on her throat as it spun her to face him, pinning her against the wall by her throat, "What fucking games are you playing at here Rose?”

Rose didn't act surprised or scared, even as he began cutting off her air supply, "Oh don't act like you didn't have any suspicion James. I saw how you questioned it, why I seemed so familiar to you yet you couldn’t put your finger on it. I'm surprised it took you this long to find out."

"I should kill you right here right fucking now." He growled out, rage and..hurt? In his eyes.

She let out a humorless chuckle, "I know you won't, you know why? Because I'm the only one who can please you the way you could only dream of. That's why you keep begging me to come back to warm that overpriced piece of foam for you. I give you something no one else can and I'm not just talking about my pussy."

He shook his head as if trying to push away her words from entering his mind, "Shut up! You don't know anything about me."

Her voice had grown scratchy and hoarse, a haunting sound when she tried to talk, "I know everything about you."

The sentence held so much meaning, a threatening one. It made James paranoid again, conspiracy theories building in his head as flashbacks clouded his mind. He was losing his battle with the other half of him. The half they made him. The other piece of the puzzle he never wanted to connect to again. But that was a battle he could only hold back for so long at a time.

The vibranium arm hummed louder, buzzing like wasps in her ears, as he pressed her further into the wall, all sensible thinking gone. The Winter Soldier was crawling from the cave buried deep within him.

"Watch yourself Rose. James is not a man to be toyed with."

Wilson's words kept ringing through her ear as stars formed in her vision. Maybe she should've listened. Been a good girl and kept her mouth shut long enough to get what she needed and run before it was too late. But no, she was raised with a powerfully stubborn personality that lacked a care for consequences. It finally came back to bite her in the ass.

As her eyes started to close, hands falling from the cold metal extension, the grip from her throat loosened as the front door slammed open with a bang.

"What the fuck is going on here?"

Part 9

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youre-amazing-say-it · 2 years

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You are so Strong

REQUEST: Hi Emma, would you mind writing a piece about fem reader who was sexually assaulted (doesn't have to be written in detail) who comes running to her trailer and all/some of the civil war cast are there (focusing on the male cast members maybe Chris H and Robert) and they comfort her from a panic attack and take her to the hospital and maybe a bit about her talking about the situation a few years later on a panel. I know that this isn’t always in everyone's comfort zone so you don't have to do it x

Warning: Sexual Assault, Crying, talk of domestic abuse, mean reporter

Paring: Robert Downey Jr x reader, Chris Hemsworth x Reader

AN: Thanks for being so Patience with this. it was 3 months ago I was asked to write this. I personally never went through something like this so if it is wrong or too fluffy I'm sorry.

Taglist: @slutfortaylorswiftandzendaya @winter-soldier-vibes

You Hated the Press

Like every other of your co-stars, you always got bored of being asked the same questions repeatedly. As a young female in the industry, you always got questions about your clothing, Love life, and you were so sick of it. Were there some fun press memories? Yes of course but the majority of them are the same old same old.

For example, right now you were in Hall H promoting Civil War. For the first time in Marvel history, they released a behind-the-scenes video before the movie was released. the video consisted of Chris Hemsworth walking around interviewing the cast of Civil War about the movie, and it was shot mockumentary style. Since Chris wasn't in the movie, but he had his own movie being released a week earlier before Civil War, both PR representatives from the respective movie thought it was a great idea to gain press. The video was being played on the screen and the audience was laughing and really enjoying the video. However, you were feeling very uncomfortable because this wasn't a fun day for you. You were trying to hold back the tears in your eyes and were taping your knees to keep your anxiety in check. Robert Downey Jr was sitting next to you and knew why you were anxious. He took your hand and squeezed it, to let you know there he was there for you.

The video ended and there was a round of applause, you Quickly dry the tears off your eyes and started applauding with the rest of your friends. The interviewer saw you do that and looked at you. “Hey Y/N were those happy tears?” she laughed. Robert Downey Jr gave her a look that basically said don't ask her any more questions. But the interview didn't see it that way.

“Describe how it was that day on set. I know you've worked with Chris before in a different film, what was it like working with him on the Marvel set?” she asked again, trying to understand why you were crying. You look towards Robert who gave you a squeeze before turning back towards the reporter.

“It was super fun to have Chris there, but the day wasn't all fun and games. Right before I was interviewed something terrible happened to me and I feel if I stay silent about it does nothing for other victims.” You said into the microphone. “ Just to let those in the audience know I'm going to be talking about sexual assault so if this is too heavy for you go ahead and leave and we'll have something to let you know when you can come back in.”

FLASHBACK

You were sitting in your trailer waiting for a new costume piece to be delivered when you heard a knock on the door. “Come in,” you said, still scrolling through your phone. The door opened and you saw Chris Hemsworth walking in. “hey sweetheart” he said with a big smile on his. “CHRIS” you shouted as you hugged him. The two of you were in a family comedy where you played his daughter so you were very excited to see him again.

“ How are you doing sweetheart, how is Life here on the Marvel set?” he asked as he sat down on the couch in your trailer. “It's super fun and I love it so much. I wish you were doing this movie with us” you said as he gave him a side hug again. “yeah but it doesn't make sense plot-wise thought but I'm excited to see it in theaters” Chris said with a smile on his face.

“So when are you going to interview me,” you asked as you turned to face him. “I'm going to come by After I do Downey’s interview because you have a costume fitting. once that's over I will come and do the interview.” he said. “sounds good.” you said as he stood up and went towards the door.

“Stay out of trouble until then, got it?” you rolled your eyes at him in a playful manner. “Yeah Chris I got it, I'll see you later,” you said as you waved goodbye to him. Just as he Left he held the door open and this man came into your trailer with a black bag. You haven't seen him before but you assumed he was a new member of the costume crew.

“Hi!” you said as you introduced yourself. “I haven't seen you before. is this your first day?”

“Yeah, my name is Cody.” he held out his hand and you shook it. “Nice to meet you, Cody! thanks so much for your help with this movie it wouldn't be possible without you.”

“I appreciate it,” he said as you went to unzip the bag and pull out your suit for the movie. It was light blue, tight, and had belts and hooks to holster the fake weapons. “so this is just one of the possible costumes we have for the fight scene you're filming in a week. We wanted to see it on you and make necessary adjustments before shooting.”

“That makes sense. Just give me one second, I'm going to head to the bathroom to change into it,” you said as you took the suit very carefully to the other side of your trailer. It's not that you didn't trust Cody, he was just a man that you just met and didn't want to get naked in front of him.

“You don't have to I'm perfectly fine if you change in front of me, I've been doing this for a while,” he said as he sat down on the couch. That comment made your stomach turn a little bit. It was weird of him to say that. “Understandable Cody however I just met you. the other customers can tell you this, it took me a while to get comfortable in my undergarments around them.” You quickly took your suit and went into the bathroom. You felt a little uncomfortable with him but you just brushed it off.

Once you came out of the bathroom with your suit on, Cody stood up from the couch. “How does it look?” you asked him and you turned around. Cody smiled at you, “You look hot as hell” he said as he scanned your body with his eyes.

You quickly wrapped your hands around your stomach. “I appreciate that, but don't you think it's a little inappropriate?” you asked as you notice him coming toward you. “I don't think so, I'm a customer and the goal is to make you look good to the audience. So I'm just saying what the audience would say.” it made some sense to you but still made you uncomfy. As he looked more at the suit, you notice a hand graze your butt. “looks like there's some extra fabric here.” he said as he touch the fabric on your butt, pulling it down. you backed away from him quickly.

“Cody, I really don't appreciate you touching me without asking if it was okay. Can you please just take some notes and give them to Jen?” You said looking at him, a little freaked out. “no can do that, she wants me to do the adjustments and put the pins in were needed now.” He then put the pin in where the bunch of fabric was he's made his way over to your front side.

“can I ask you a question?” Cody asked. You nodded your head. “Do you find me attractive?” he said as he slowly tugged on the fabric that was on your breasts. “Can you please stop, this is really wrong,” you said as he felt him move your hair to expose your neck.

“We are two very attractive human beings and you're in a tight suit. Getting me a little hard thinking about what I would do to you in this.” Cody was behind you as he rubbed up and down on your hips. You took this advantage and kicked him with the back of your shoe in his area.

“You BITCH” he yelled and he bent down to recover. You took this opportunity to run out of your trailer towards Downey Village. You remember Chris was there with Downey doing their portion of the interview.

You rushed into the fake lawn set up and bumped into some camera crew. “Hey we are filming here!” you heard someone shout. Tears were streaming down your face that you hadn't noticed before. You pushed everyone out of the way until you saw the God in front of you and hugged him. Chris and Robert were confused as to where you came from, but they heard your sobs as you clung to Chris. Robert made a cut motion to the crew and they turned off the cameras and left the set, sensing there was a big issue.

“Hey, hey Y/N. It's okay, you're safe. Do you want to go inside?” he said as you started to move towards one of the trailers. You shook your head as you held onto him tighter. “Okay, let's sit down then, okay? There we go.” Chris sat on the ground with his legs out, giving you room to cuddle into him as he slowly stroked your back.

The tears were still coming as you felt another hand touch your shoulder. You flinched at the contact before you heard a comforting voice. “Hey sweetheart, it's Robert. Can you open your eyes for me?” You slowly opened them. “There you go, sweetheart.” He then proceeds to do the 5-4-3-2-1 technique with you. (sorry I didn't feel like writing it all out loll)

Once he felt you were calm down, he took your hand and squeezed it. “Do you want some water or something to eat?” he asked quietly. ”water please,” you said. He squeezes your hand again before getting up and going inside his trailer. Chris continue to rub your back and you relaxed a little bit more and more. “Wanna talk about it?” you shook your head. “In a bit, just not know. Still shaken up. I'm sorry for ruining the-”

“Hey, it's okay. You are way more important than some Stupid interview. Anytime you need something you'd come to me okay?” he said as he continues to rub your back. You just nodded your head and leaned into him more. Robert came out with a blanket, a water bottle, and a little piece of candy for you. “I assume you need some cheering up so I got you some stuff.” You took it from his hand. “thank you. I think I can talk about it if that's okay.” They nodded their heads and waited for you to start talking.

As you tell your story, you notice Robert and Chris getting very frustrated. Not at you, but at Cody for what he's done. And also for production for hiring such a man in the first place. Tears were shed on both sides as you finish telling the story. “I'm so proud of you, thank you for sharing. We're so sorry you had to go through that, but know that we are here and we will always have your back.”

“I appreciate it, but honestly I don't know what I am supposed to do now. I don't want Cody to work with me on the set, but it makes me feel like a bad person..” Chris quickly grabs your hand and squeezes it, making you look at him. “you are not a bad person, Cody is. Never feel bad for the person that abuses your trust and boundaries. Understand?”

“I understand Chris, thank you. And thank you to Downey, I love you guys so much.”

END FLASHBACK

“So yeah. it was an eventful day but out of it, I got closer to some cast mates, and it made me a stronger person. There are also so many resources and you guys can check out my social media pages where you can donate to shelters that house domestic abuse and sexual assault victims. There are people out there that need help way more than I do. I was lucky that I'm able to pay for the resources to help me through this but there's so many that can't and so the more we can do for others the better.” You finished saying into the microphone. the audience applauded you for sharing your story. You look to your sides and see your castmates Giving you smiling nods. You knew that they wanted to hug you at that moment but everyone was still trying to be professional and not overwhelm you. RDJ leaned in to give you a side hug which you returned. “Thank you,” you whispered into his ear. “Anything for your munchkin.” He said he gave you a kiss on the top of your head.

You look off stage and you see Chris Hemsworth clapping with the audience. “I'm so proud of you,” you saw him say. You blew him a kiss which he caught in his hands and placed in his heart.

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Reader is having anxiety after her crush won't message her all day til later Tony gets upset and the team has to tell reader he has feelings for her and he hates how she's being treated

Thor's Gossiping Mouth Helped This Time

Laying on the long couch in the Stark tower living room i had been staring at my phone for who knows how many hours. I had recently went on a date with my current crush and he said he would text me later...except it's been almost two weeks and I have gotten no response. I normally didn't get this worried about relationships since I was an Avenger and had really no time for one. But the waiting is killing me right now.

"Y/n, how long are you going to keep staring at that phone?' Lifting my head up I saw Tony enter the room in a stained work shirt since he had been down in his lab working on his suits.

Laying my phone in my lap I sniped at him. "I just thought he would have messaged me back already. I thought the date had went so well."

"I don’t see the need for that tiny magical device when you have someone in front of you that care for you, Lady Y/n." Thor came from the kitchen with a big sandwich in his hands.

Tony whipped his head around at the God. "Nobody asked you, Lord Shakespeare!"

"I am not this Shakespeare you speak of. My name is Thor and I didn't need your permission to speak when I can tell that you have feelings for Lady Y/n." Thor points his freehand in my direction on the couch.

I was only half paying attention to the bickering going on between the two grown adult men. Holding the phone in my hands I couldn’t stop the negative thoughts that were being to form in my mind. I had decided that it was time I tried my hand at getting a boyfriend. I loved being an Avenger but I wanted a life away from the superhero life even if it was only for a few hours. "Why weren't you text back, Dustin?" I mumbled under my breath seeing the time on my phone read 11:58pm, two minutes till midnight. Meaning I had been waiting by the phone all dang day and....absolutely nothing.

"Shakespeare wrote plays and poetry. Seriously what did they teach you on whatever planet you came from?" Tony covered his face with his hands.

Thor had nearly finished the whole footlong sub in a matter of seconds talking with his mouth full but Tony still heard what he had said. "If Shakespeare was this great writer. Maybe you should see if he can give you some tips to get over your fears and just tell Lady Y/n how madly in love with her you are."

"Frustrating god man." Tony stomped, brushing past him and left around the corner.

I locked my phone screen hearing the bedroom door slammed behind him. Getting to my feet I sat my phone on the table following after the billionaire and man who declared he was Iron Man to the whole world. Standing outside his bedroom door I paused before pushing it opened seeing him laying on the bed facing the window. Crossing the room I sit down touching his shoulder. "Tony, are you okay?"

"Thor needs to keep his mouth shut. He doesn't have the right to tell how I feel about you." He grumbled under his breath clearly annoyed.

I slowly pushed him onto his back so he was looking at me instead of the wall. "And how do you feel about me, Stark?" I needed to know what was going through his head. He normally just said whatever he was thinking but now he was holding back from me. Which I didn't care for...I thought we were closer than that. Unless my feelings towards him were wrong.

"It doesn’t matter Y/n. You're already dating that uh...Dustin guy. I've lost my chances." The billionaire covered his face with his hands trying to hide.

Removing his hands from his face I shook my head retracting what he believed. "Tony, I am not dating anyone. Dustin and I went on one date and clearly he doesn't feel the same way since he hasn't messaged me in over a week. So I say hell to him cause I only care about you...I always have."

"You're not joking, Y/n. Because if you are I will make Dum-E kick you out of my house right now." Tony sat up on the pillows behind his head hands in his lap.

Rather than answer him verbally I leaned forward pressing my lips onto his. He pauses briefly before he released what was happening and he kissed back. Tony wrapped his arms around my waist tugging me against his chest and my fingers threaded themselves into his black locks. O moaned into the kiss when one of his hands ran through my hair making it a mess until we needed air. "I think that proves I'm not joking quite good don’t you think?"

"I might need some more convincing just to be sure. You know preforming issues and all." He chuckled drawing me in for another deep kiss. Wrapping my arms around his neck we fell backwards onto the pillows. Rest assured Tony wasn't angry over Thor's big mouth anymore.

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