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willowbelle · 2 months

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A Doctor's Cure

❤︎ trafalgar law x fem reader ❤︎

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

cw: established relationship, doctor-patient dynamics, breast play, oral (f receiving), dom!law, sub!reader, law is a tease, lots of teasing, edging, begging, praise, reassurance, piv sex, exam-room-sex (hehe), use of “doctor”, "good girl", "sweetheart", "tell me what you want", etc.

summary: law and reader have a double-sided relationship: patient and doctor, & lovers. They aim to keep the two partnerships separate, but Law's work has him neglecting reader's needs, making her resort to rather drastic measures to get her partner/doctor's undivided attention. ;)

word count: ~4,000

tagging: @bby-deerling @risenwrites @strawheart-pirate @uchihabbynic @nina-ya @mandiemegatron@shamblespirate@eelnoise@maddddstuff @throwmethroughawindow @mariihzoka @basedbogwizard

A Doctor's Cure

You and Law shared an understanding.

Work is professional; must always be kept that way, and private life is exactly that:

private.

The two must never intertwine.

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The office is cold, frigid, uninviting.

The room exudes an aura of sterile austerity, its walls painted in a clinical shade of white that seemed to swallow any hint of warmth or comfort. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a harsh, unforgiving glow that accentuated the starkness of the room. The air is heavy with the scent of antiseptic, mingling with the faint tang of ink from the doctor's neatly stacked files.

Against one wall stands a row of cabinets, their metal surfaces gleaming dully in the artificial light. Each drawer is meticulously labeled, a testament to its owner’s penchant for order and precision. A single window, obscured by heavy blinds, offers a glimpse of the outside depths of the sea, but the view is obscured by the grime of neglect.

In the center of the room sits the doctor's desk, a polished slab of dark wood that seems out of place amidst the clinical surroundings. Behind it, a high-backed chair looms, its leather upholstery cracked and worn from years of use. On the desk itself lies an array of instruments - a stethoscope coiled neatly beside a stack of paperwork, a computer monitor flickering silently in the corner.

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The doctor is the same; silent, calculated, meticulous.

He commands the room with a towering presence; his tall, lean frame exuding an aura of quiet strength. Despite his slim build, there’s an unmistakable muscularity to his physique, hinted at by the subtle contours visible beneath his crisp, white coat.

Dark hair, swept beneath his speckled hat, frames a face weathered by years of dedication. His features are chiseled, a strong jawline, softened only by the hint of a tired smile that plays at the corners of his lips. It’s his eyes that hold the most intrigue – tired grey orbs, rimmed with heavy bags that speak volumes of sleepless nights.

Despite the weariness that etches lines upon his face, there’s an undeniable intensity to his gaze.

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As you pad into the room, the frigid air tickles your spine, climbs up your back, sinks its claws in. It’s not just from the temperature, there’s a palpable aura of detachment that fills the room, too, leaving you uneasy.

Law sits behind the desk, framed by sterile white walls, his expression inscrutable. His gaze, sharp and penetrating, eyes you up and down, seeming to dissect you even before words left your lips.

You clear your throat, the nervous noise echohing in the stillness of the room as you take a seat on the exam table.

You didn’t need to be here. You weren’t sick. Law had simply grown neglectful, consumed by his work. And so, driven by desperation for his attention, you resort to a lie.

"La-,” you begin, but swiftly correct yourself, “Doctor, I've been experiencing these persistent headaches..."

Maintaining a romantic relationship with your doctor requires a delicate balancing-act. In the privacy of your shared moments, away from the sterile confines of the doctor's office, your relationship is beautiful, intense, passionate. But here, you are nothing more than a patient, and for professional reasons, behind these doors, it must be kept that way.

His response is measured, delivered with the precision of a well-practiced routine.

"Describe the nature of your headaches," he says, voice devoid of any warmth.

Your interactions take on a dual nature; each appointment serving as both a professional consultation and an opportunity to revel in the comfort of each other's presence. However, away from this room, the professional barriers dissolve, replaced by an intimacy that transcends the confines of your roles.

“Well, they've been getting worse," you speak softly, glancing at the floor as you anxiously play with your fingers, "It's like a constant pressure behind my eyes, and sometimes it feels like my vision is blurry."

As you recount your symptoms, his eyes never waver from yours, his silence almost suffocating. Each word you utter seem to be met with a calculated pause, as if he were processing every detail, every nuance.

As Law listens to your fabricated symptoms, his brow furrows in concern, his demeanor shifting subtly as he leans forward, attentive to your every word. Despite the guilt gnawing at your conscience, you press on with your deceit,

“It just hurts so badly,” you rasp, “I’m desperate for something, anything, to help me.”

You weren’t talking about your head. Your skull didn’t hurt. His neglect did.

He reaches forwards, tattooed fingers rubbing reassuring circles into your kneecap. His touch lingers a moment longer than necessary, a silent reassurance that spoke volumes of the things you shared. Despite its cold, calculating exterior, his gaze offers a of something that transcends the confines of your doctor-patient relationship, understanding, love, devotion.

The familiar warmth of his fingers seems to seep into your skin, dismissing the chill that had clung to your flesh the moment you entered the office.

"I know, baby," he murmurs, his gaze dropping to the floor as he speaks. "I'm so sorry."

“Baby?” your throat feels dry, making the word catch in your mouth. “Doctor…” you regift his title, but instead of accepting it, he places a reassuring palm on your thigh.

"I know I've been busy lately, I've overlooked you," he admits, his voice heavy with regret. "I'm so sorry."

"B-But, we had an agreement," you finally manage to whisper, your voice barely above a breath. “In here,” you glance around the room as you speak, “I’m just your patient.”

His gaze softens, a flicker of understanding crossing his features.

"I know," he says gently, his voice tinged with regret. "But sometimes lines blur,” he gulps, “And it's impossible to ignore what's truly important."

You swallow hard, the weight of his words sinking in. For so long, you had clung to the illusion of professionalism, hiding behind the guise of patient and doctor to shield yourself from this very moment of vulnerability.

But now, faced with his unwavering sincerity, you realize that the walls you had built around your heart were no match for the depth of your love for Trafalgar Law.

“Law,” you say softly, abandoning his professional title, “Just kiss me.”

And he listens, immediately closing the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss.

It's a kiss filled with pent-up longing, a culmination of the emotions that have simmered beneath the surface for far too long.

His free hand rests gently on your face as his lips meld with yours, rubbing gentle circles into the apple of your cheek.

You let out a shaky breath into his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue between your open lips.

A wave of conflicting emotions washes over you. Relief mingles with lingering hurt, and the weight of his apology hangs heavy in the air.

But as his tongue dances with yours, the clinical walls of the exam room dissolve into nothingness, and in that moment, you transcend the roles of patient and doctor. The world around you fades into insignificance as you lose yourself in the sensation of his lips against yours. You are no longer merely his patient; you are his lover once more, entwined in an embrace that knows no bounds.

He wastes no time in moving atop you, shrugging his labcoat off his toned, tattooed shoulders, letting the fabric fall to the tile.

As he advances, you recline against the crisp, white paper that lines the examination table, yielding to his presence. He leans over you, his weight enveloping you, strong arms framing your head as he cages you in.

His inked hands travel up and down your needy body, making you shiver beneath his touch.

“Law,” you whine weakly, taking his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging gently on the tender flesh, “Doctor,”

The doctor simply groans in response to your desperate plea, a deep blush rushing to his cheeks at your intimate use of his professional title.

A smirk tugs at his lips,

“Tell me where it hurts,” the doctor rasps, “Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

To your surprise, he's fully engaged, playing along with a fervor that electrifies you to your core.

He slides a hand down, carefully spreading your thighs to allow his torso to slot between your legs. You allow you head to fall back, moaning softly at the sensation of his crotch meeting yours.

His hips immediately get to work, skillfully grinding his throbbing erection against your aching cunt as his hands tangle themselves in your hair.

Although you’ve only just begun, your face is already flushed and your chest is heaving. Desire pricks at your skin and leaves you trembling for more.

“Doctor,” you whine.

Your needy state ignites something within your doctor, and he picks up the pace, making you whine and tilt your head upwards to nip at his ear.

“Please, help me.”

“How do you want me to help you, love?” he teases, tilting back to allow his slender fingers to snake in between your crotches, slowing rubbing tight circles into your clothed clit.

“F-Fuck,” you softly curse, twitching instinctively at the long-awaited sensation of his hands finally meeting the place you needed them most.

But to your dismay, he stops, bringing the hand up again to hold your chin, tilting your face to look at him.

“That doesn’t tell me anything, dear. I can’t cure you if you don’t tell me what’s got you so bothered.”

You’re losing your composure now, head growing fuzzy frim his relentless teasing.

“Mm, Lawww,” you whine weakly at the loss, instantly reaching down to grasp his wrist and bring it back to your aching sex, “Please-”

“Please?” he questions, a smug look decorating his usually-stoic face, “Please what?” he begins kissing down your neck, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. “Oh, and I don’t believe we’re on a first name basis just quite yet, so that’s doctor to you.”

He nips at your delicate skin as he continues to kiss down the column of your neck, “Let's try that again.”

“P-Please, doctor,” you correct yourself, “Fuck me.”

“Mmm,” the tall man hums, “That’s not a very professional request, but since you asked so nicely, I guess I’ll let it slide.”

With one arm supporting his weight above you, he begins working on his belt with the other, his gaze fixed upon you with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. The predatory gleam in his eyes makes you feel small, vulnerable, yet oddly exhilarated by the primal desire that courses between you.

Before long, his belt hits the tile floor with a resounding clang, causing you to startle slightly as he looms over you.

He chuckles softly, amused by your vulnerability.

“Why don’t you do us both a favor and strip?” he mumbles softly, voice tinted with lust, “It’ll allow me to properly cure you.”

His dedication to this roleplay elicits a soft, playful giggle from you, yet beneath the surface of amusement, there lies a greater sensation; a tingling arousal that spreads through your limbs and makes your head spin.

“Of course, doctor,” you play along, promptly obeying his orders and peeling your clothes from your needy body.

As you gradually raise your blouse over your head, Law's unwavering gaze remains fixed on you, stripping away any pretense or barrier. Even before your clothes are fully removed, his intense stare leaves you feeling utterly exposed, vulnerable, and entirely at his mercy.

As his eyes travel up and down your naked form, something new dances beneath his steel irises, admiration, completely enthralled by the sight before him.

His lingering gaze sends a flush of warmth rushing to your cheeks, and you find yourself instinctively turning your head to the side, a shy smile playing at the corners of your lips as a bit of embarrassment washes over you.

He gently tilts your face back towards him, his touch tender yet confident,

“Beautiful,” he says simply.

He opts to help you unclasp your bra, making you lean forwards slightly so he can snake his arm around you.

You let out a shaky breath against his chest, allowing him to strip you.

The cool air hitting your breasts causes your nipples to harden instantly, earning a pleased groan from Law’s mouth.

“I suppose I should join you,” he smirks, referring to your nakedness.

And so he does, inked fingers curling around the hem of his undershirt as he leisurely peels it over his head. Your eyes widen at the sight of his exposed torso; while you've seen it before, of course, the unexpected setting amplifies its allure. Beneath these foreign fluorescent lights, in this room where you never imagined seeing him this way, the contours of his muscles glimmered like something new, forbidden, enticing.

Once shirtless, he moves atop you again, lips swiftly attaching to the soft flesh of your chest. You let out a moan as his mouth slowly makes its way towards your breast.

You lean yoiur head back, letting a few gaspy moans escape your throat as his hot tongue swirls around your erect nipple.

“L-La-” you whine, “Doctor-”

He groans against your breast before gently nipping at it, his tongue continuing its efforts as it lazily swirls around the needy bud.

“Yeah?” he rasps, his other hand coming up to grasp onto your neglected breast, “Tell me, how does that feel? Does it feel good, sweetheart?”

“M-Mhmm,” you mewl in agreement, reaching down to tug at his strands of dark hair, “B-But I need more-”

“Oh?” the doctor groans, tilting his head to glance up at you, dark grey irises seeming to dissect you as they bore into your face, “What more do you need?”

You pause for a moment, meeting his gaze with a hint of hesitation, torn between yielding to his request and remaining illusive.

Noticing your hesitation, Law’s gaze darkens, and pinches your nipple between his slender fingers, gently tugging at it, determined to pry the answer from you.

“If you can’t tell me what you need,” he smirks, “Then I can’t help you feel better.”

Sensing the threat in his tone, you let out a shaky sigh, abandoning all dignity as you open your mouth to speak,

“You,” you whine, reaching down to place a delicate palm on the growing bulge beneath his pants, “I need you inside me, doctor.”

And with that, Law’s lips are on yours again, pressing his flesh against yours with a newfound passion, his tongue exploring your mouth as if it was oxygen and he was suffocating; his lifeline.

“Mm-mm!” you whine, instinctively bucking your hips up to reward yourself the euphoric sensation of his crotch rubbing against yours.

He wastes no time in pulling his pants down, tossing the garmet to the side as he works on peeling his boxers off, too.

Your breath hitches in your throat as he steadies himself above you, one arm holding himself up, caging you in as he reaches his free hand down to grip his cock.

The white paper crinkles beneath you as Law begins rubbing is weeping tip along your folds, earning a pleased sigh from your mouth.

“Are you ready for me?” he leans down to whisper in your ear.

You take a deep inhale, reaching upwards to grip onto his muscular, tattooed back, grounding yourself.

“I’m ready, doctor.”

He begins to push inside you, a low groan rumbling out of his chest as he stretches out your entrance with each forward movement.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he rasps, “Need to stretch you out.”

You whine weakly as Law continues to push his cock inside you, his impressive length forcing your insides to open up, accepting him greedily.

“M-mm, sh-shit,” you curse, throwing your head back as Law finally bottoms out, the tip of his cock granting your cervix with a gentle kiss as he’s now fully engulfed within you.

He gives you time to adjust, peppering reassuring kisses onto your face until you give him the “Okay” to start moving.

"I've got you," he reassures you, his voice a soothing balm against the pain between your legs. It's a stark contrast to the cold, professional tone he had maintained before, his words now infused with warmth and genuine concern.

Before long, your body relaxes beneath him, around him, and you glance upwards to meet his gaze with a gentle nod,

“Doctor, you can start,” you whine softly.

And with your permission, Law begins, bringing his hips back to thrust into you slowly, carefully, testing the waters to see how much you can take.

“Fuck,” you moan, the noise exciting the man above you, causing him to smirk as he glances down at your trembling form.

“You’re doing so good, y/n,” he praises, groaning as he picks up the pace a bit, “You take me so good-”

“O-Oh, d-doctor,” you whimper, stumbling over your words, glancing downwards to watch his cock disappear in and out of you over and over again.

“Yeah?” he groans, “Like what you see, baby?” he grins wolfishly, bringing both hands down to grip your waist so he can pummel his length into your needy cunt.

“Y-Yes-!” you whine sheepishly, your face flushed red and beading with sweat.

His newfound roughness ignites something within you; singes your blood with a desperate, euphoric type thing. You rake your nails down the doctor’s back, whimpering and writhing beneath him as the pace of his thrusts never falters.

His skilled cock is meeting all the right places; battering your sweet spot, making you see stars. But just as you’re approaching your orgasm, he pulls out, raising himself up and stepping off the exam table.

Your breath catches in your lungs and you’re trembling, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at the man who so devilishly deprived you of reaching your peak.

“L-La-” you begin to whine, but before you can finish, he’s on his knees in front of the exam table, slotting his head between your legs to grant your aching slit with hot, skillful licks.

He groans into your cunt, sending vibrations through your body as his steel irises glare up at you from between your trembling thighs.

You shake beneath him, letting out a trembling vibrato of a moan as you collapse back onto the crisp paper of the exam table, allowing your doctor’s gifted tongue to have its way with you.

“Mm, fuck,” he groans in between licks, “You taste so fucking good.”

“A-Ah!” you cry out, back arching off the table as your hand shoots down to tangle itself in Law’s thick scalp of dark hair.

Law places a palm on your stomach, gently pressing your back down into the table,

“Stay still, baby,” he rasps, “This will help, I promise.”

With a few more stripes of his tongue, he latches onto your clit, forcing a loud moan to escape your lips.

“O-Oh, doctor!” you cry out, eyes screwing shut from pleasure as he sucks greedily on your aching nub.

“Mmm,” he moans, lazily shaking his head back and forth, his hot tongue dancing skillfully over your needy clit.

You lace your fingers in his hair, desperately tugging on the strands, eager for release.

Before you can even comprehend it, he’s up again, towering over you as you shake and whimper on the exam table.

He smirks at he gazes down at you, offering you no remorse, just a simple command,

“Flip over for me.”

Knowing better than to disobey your doctor, you do just as you’re told, turning over so your stomach is pressed against the table and your ass is in the air.

You can’t see his face, but you know he’s smirking as he chuckles darkly, “Good girl,” he praises, completely enthralled by your unwavering obedience.

In an instant, he’s behind you, palm resting on the small of your back as he lines his cock up with your entrance, teasing you by merely rubbing his tip along your folds.

“Doctorrr-” you whimper, bucking your hips to earn more stimulation from his throbbing cock.

Although he wants to tease you more, you’re deserate, and he’s no better, so he relinquishes control, immediately grasping your hips and thrusting himself into you fully.

The intrusion is sudden, but welcomed, making you throw your head back and cry out in both pleasure and a hint of pain.

Sensing your discomfort, Law uses his fingertips to rub comforting circles into your flesh as he grips your hips,

“Don’t you worry, I’ll take good care of you, sweetheart,” he reassures you, his hips meeting the flesh of your ass with lewd smacking sounds as he thrusts in and out of you.

“Fuck-!” you moan loudly, your cunt greedily accepting his length with tight, hot squeezes as he moves in and out.

He reaches forwards, inked fingers tangling themselves in your hair as he tugs on the strands, forcing your head back to give himself access to your neck. He leans forwards, forcing himself deeper inside you and making you let out a weak whine as he places passionate kisses along your newly-exposed neck.

“Sh-Shit,” he curses in your ear as he groans, “That pussy’s so fucking good to me.”

Your face flushes at the lewness of his words, letting more moans escape your lips as his twitching cock greets your sweetspot with a euphoric nudge.

Your head starts to spin as Law’s thrusts begin to grow sloppy; he’s close and you’re not far behind.

He’s gaining momentum but losing his rhythm as he thrusts in and out of you, desperately chasing his orgasm, groaning through gritted teeth.

“Y/n,” the doctor groans, throwing his head back, “S-So close," he stumbles on his words, thrusting more feverishly now, making you cry out beneath him.

“Law-!” you whimper shakily, abandoning his professional title as euphoria washes over you, your white-hot orgasm clouding your vision as it courses through your veins.

He finishes in time with you, unapologetically painting your insides white as he moans heartily, granting you with a few more weak thrusts before he leans forwards to collapse on your back.

You're both panting, the echo of your shared climax still lingering in the air, sweat glistening on your skin as you simultaneously come down from your highs.

As the clouds of pleasure that had circled your brain finally begin to dissipate, you’re met with reality again; Law planting gentle kisses to your face as he whispers sweet praises into your ear.

But even as you lay here together, only one thing consumes your mind.

"Law," you begin weakly, stealing a glance at the man behind you.

"Hm?" he responds, his tone curious and attentive. "What is it, love?"

"How did you know I was lying?" you ask, your voice tinged with laughter, still catching your breath. "About being sick?"

He chuckles gently, his lips grazing your nape with a soft kiss before he answers, his voice laced with both amusement and affection.

"I've spent enough time with you to know when something's off," he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. "And besides," he adds, his tone playful, "I could never resist the opportunity to give you a little extra treatment.”

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

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wintersoldiersoul · 7 months

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Darkness

Summary: Bucky helps you when you're feeling depressed.

Warnings: Depression, suicidal thoughts, mental health issues

A/N: Please don't read if you think it will trigger you in any way! I'm in my feels tonight and wish I had Bucky to comfort me. Also Raynor sucks but for the sake of this fic just pretend she doesn't.

Another night sat alone in your room. You could hear the laughter of the other Avengers out in the living room but you had no desire to join in. It made you sad that you didn’t care. You wanted to, you really did. But thinking about leaving the sanctuary of your bed and having to plaster a smile on your face was too exhausting. You weren’t like them. You weren’t a superhero. No, you were just a girl that happened to be in the right place at the right time. You had met Tony Stark when you were 16 and he had taken you in like a daughter. Since then, you had lived in the tower but you never really felt like a part of everything. The team loved you and included you in everything but in your head, it was all fake.

You’ll never be like them. You’ll never truly belong, you told yourself.

Everyone was used to you being a bright light around the tower. You were always smiling, making everyone laugh, and doling out advice left and right to anyone who needed it. But recently, something within you was cracking. The sadness that had haunted you during your teenage years was back and it felt ten times stronger than it ever had. Your teammates blamed it on exhaustion from the back to back missions you waited up all night for them to come home from. They asked if you were okay and they believed you when you lied the word “yes” through your lips. You said that you were fine so they thought you were.

Except for Bucky. Bucky knew there was something else going on. Both of you were introverted, something that you bonded over. You were both plagued with nightmares of your past which lead to many sleepless nights. One night when insomnia found you, you ran into him sitting on the couch watching tv. You opened up to him about your issues sleeping and the two of you made a deal: You’d come find each other when sleep evaded you.

In the two months since, you had knocked on each other’s doors countless times late into the night. Sometimes you would watch a movie together, go get pizza from the 99 cent place down the block, or you would just lay together silently on opposite sides of the bed, enjoying the comfort of not being alone but not needing to speak.

Bucky had his fair share of mental health issues after his years being Hydra’s pawn. He was in a much better place now, due to the combination of medication and therapy that he had been through. But he knew the signs of someone struggling. They used to be constantly present in himself. He knew you weren’t okay.

You lay in your bed, staring mindlessly at the wall. As the chatter of your teammates drifted under the cracks of your bedroom door, silent tears rolled down your cheeks. You were tired of feeling this way. You didn’t get why you couldn’t just be happy like everyone else. Why you couldn’t just be normal.

They don’t care if you’re out there or not. They don’t care about you or what happens to you. Maybe you should just do all of them a favor and delete yourself from their lives forever.

Your mind was spiraling into darker and darker places by the second. You didn’t know how much longer you could keep doing this. Keep being here, alive.

You heard the knock on the door, but it sounded so far away. You didn’t wanna see anyone but your depleted body and mind wouldn’t let you get out the words to send them away. The door creaked open and you heard footsteps leading towards your bed.

Bucky’s face appeared in front of you. He noticed your tear stained cheeks and the dark circles under your eyes. You weren’t okay and he knew it. “Y/N, can you talk to me, please?”

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. You were so trapped in your own mind, your own thoughts.

“Y/N…” he tenderly reached out his hand and pushed your hair out of your face. “Can you hear me?” His thumb swept over your face, wiping a fresh tear that had fallen. “Please, just say something. I’m so worried about you…”

You had always dealt with depression. It was something that you had shared with Bucky during one of your sleepless nights. You blinked a few times and it was like the recognition hit your brain. You realized that he was in front of you, talking to you. As the realization crossed your mind, it was impossible to keep it inside any longer. You burst into tears, hot floods falling down your face. Bucky quickly pulled you into him, stroking your hair.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, just let it out. Let it all out.” He whispered encouraging words in your ear as you broke down.

Once you had calmed down, he got into the bed beside you, not wanting to leave you alone. “It’s bad again, isn't it?” He asked.

You nodded, still having trouble finding the words to express what you wanted to say.

The next two days, you didn’t get out of bed. Bucky wanted to give you the space you needed but he was also worried sick. He brought you food that for the most part went uneaten. He tried to get you to shower or at least change into clean clothes but you refused. You were catatonic, spending the days alternating between crying, sleeping, and staring at the wall.

The third day, Bucky was done giving you space. “Y/N, get up. We’re going out.”

“Out?” Your voice croaked as you spoke, having barely used it in days.

“Yup. Come on, at least put on some clean clothes.”

“Don’t wanna go out, Bucky.” Your voice was so monotonous, so not you. So unlike the bright, intelligent, resilient girl that he knew so well.

“Too bad. You don’t have a choice.” He threw the covers off of you and turned on the light. “Up.”

You groaned and slowly sat up, muscles sore and protesting the movement after being dormant for so long.

“Here, I brought you clothes,” he handed you one of his sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants. “Get changed. I’ll be back in five minutes.”

You changed into the clothes he brought you, taking in the scent of him on the sweatshirt. It smelled like comfort. Like home.

A few minutes later, Bucky brought you outside to his car. You got in the passenger's seat and wordlessly stared out the window as he drove. You didn’t know where you were going and you didn’t care enough to ask.

15 minutes of silence later, you arrived at your destination. The sign on the window read “Dr. Christina Raynor, Licensed Therapist.” “A therapist? Really? I’m not doing this.” “Yes, you are. You don’t have a choice. If you don’t get out of the car, I’ll fucking carry you inside. You can sit in silence through the whole appointment but you're going in there. I’ll wait outside or I’ll come in with you if you want, okay?”

You knew he wouldn’t budge. That’s how you found yourself sitting across from Dr. Raynor, with Bucky at your side. You told her about your past, how you had been bounced around from loveless foster home to foster home. How depression had always been there in the back of your head, like a toxic friend.

“So you don’t have a job,” Dr. Raynor repeated your own words back to you. “What’s your plan?”

“My plan?” You asked.

“Yes. Your plan for your life. Did you ever dream of doing something specific with your life? Ever feel like you had a calling? Even if it was just a dream that you had when you were younger.”

“Um,” you blinked at her, trying to come up with any sort of answer. “I don’t have a plan. I’ve never really had one. I um,” you pointed your gaze down at the floor. “I never really thought I’d make it this far.”

“Can you elaborate on that?” She asked. You could feel Bucky’s eyes on you as you spoke. You didn’t wanna answer the question, didn’t wanna say out loud the things that had been in your head for so long. It made it real.

“I didn’t think I'd ever be this old. I never thought I’d be an adult. I thought one day I’d finally work up the courage-” you paused as your voice broke. “I thought I’d finally be brave enough to end it. I never thought about the future cause I was so sure I wouldn’t have one.”

“Y/N…” Bucky said your name, heavy sadness weighing in his voice.

Back at the tower, you headed straight for you room, just wanting to be alone. But the closing motion of the door was stopped by a vibranium arm.

“I’m not leaving you alone. Not after what you just admitted.”

You looked at him and he really took in how broken you looked. You had lost weight and your eyes were only filled with sadness. You looked pale and all around not well.

“Bucky, please…”

He took a step closer and wrapped his arms around you and you broke. Tears once again fell from your eyes, soaking his blue henley shirt. You were so weak, you couldn’t do this anymore. Bucky held you as you cried before picking you up and laying you on the bed. You continued to cry and he hugged you close, letting you cry for as long as you needed to.

“I don’t wanna be here anymore, Bucky,” you sobbed.

“Shhh, I know, I know. But I want you here, okay? I- I need you here. I don’t wanna live this life without you. It will get better. It will.”

“No it won’t! For my entire fucking life I’ve been trying to tell myself that. And it never fucking does! It never gets better!”

Your words broke his heart. You were one of the most important people in his life. So important that he had even let himself start to fantasize about what it would be like if you loved him and the beautiful future you could have together. “Y/N, please. You’re not alone anymore, okay? All of those other times, you didn’t have what you have now. Tony loves you so much. You’re his daughter. He refers to you as his daughter, you know. And you have me. I’m never gonna go anywhere, okay? You can push me away, you can fight me on this as much as you want, but I am not leaving. I’m never leaving.”

You continued to cry in his arms until your body was so weak. He felt you grow more weak and tired by the second, pulling you in closer. “It’s okay. Rest, angel. I’m not leaving you. Get some sleep and I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You eventually fell asleep in his strong arms. “I love you. I love you so much. Please don’t leave,” he whispered to your sleeping body. He knew you couldn’t hear him, but he needed to tell you anyway. He would always be there for you. He wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

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Lifeline Pt 3

Bucky x Reader

Series

Summary: You have a past that you're running from and maybe Bucky can be the lifeline you had no idea you were searching for.

Word Count: 2,037

Warnings: Descriptions of domestic abuse, mentions of death and suicide

A/N: Sorry I missed last weekend, I had a funeral to attend but here is a slightly longer part for you. I'm keeping a tag list so let me know if you want in. Requests are also open if you would like to send one in. Enjoy!

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After that day, Bucky spends more time at your apartment. In fact, he spends more time with you in general. He comes to the diner more often and any day you both have free you spend it together. You’ve kicked his ass at all the video games you have, he’s shown you all his favourite spots in New York, including a hole in the wall book shop that you stayed at for hours.

You were at this very book shop with Bucky when he says, “so, every month at the tower we all try to stick to this family dinner thing.”

This piques your interest. Bucky doesn’t talk about the others very often. Almost like he doesn’t want to mix you up with his drama. Like he wants to keep you away from the danger of his work. You’ve never pushed him, even though you love the stories he tells of him and Steve back in the 40s. Or the pranks he and Sam play on each other every so often.

You never push him to talk about things he doesn’t want to because you know you have so much you can’t talk about either.

You nod to Bucky to show that you’re listening to him, “well, there’s a family dinner tomorrow night and my therapist thinks it would be a good idea to invite you...not that I don’t want you to be there or didn’t want to ask you myself. I want you with me all the time, but I didn’t want to subject you to the chaos of everyone or Tony Stark or Natasha or Sam. Actually, you know what? Forget I said anything, this was stupid-”

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of your throat, “Bucky, I’d love to go with you.”

Bucky spins around fast, dropping the book he was holding, “you would?”

You chuckle, picking up the book and handing it back to the idiot in front of you, “they’re your family. Plus, it would be nice to have dinner at yours for a change.”

Bucky breaks out into a grin, grabbing you in a bear hug and twirling you around. When he sets you down, he says, “look, I have to go but I’ll pick you up around 7?”

You nod as he races out the door to get to his therapy appointment on time, laughing as he practically skips out the door like a little kid.

Tomorrow comes around faster than you would have liked. You feel like you’ve had no time to prepare for this dinner. You’re meeting Bucky’s family; it feels so important, and you don’t want to mess anything up.

You still haven’t heard anything from Andrew which is a miracle and if it keeps going like this you might get to build a life here. A life that you hope involves Bucky for a long time to come. But it won’t if you mess this up tonight.

Staring into the mirror you can see the bags under your eyes from another sleepless night. The nightmares now involving Bucky and being ripped away from this life that you’re starting to love. It always wakes you up feeling breathless and hopeless because there’s a part of you that knows Andrew will come one day and you’ll just have to leave.

Are you being cruel? To you and to Bucky? Making you both feel so deeply for each other when you know at any moment it could fall like a house of cards? And what exactly do you feel for the man? You swore to yourself that would never get involved romantically again but with Bucky do you have a choice? Can you just be friends with someone that feels like your other half?

Just then you hear a knock at the door, distracting you from your thoughts. You rush to the door thinking it’s Bucky coming to pick you up but when you open up your smile fades.

A delivery man is holding a bunch of red roses, thrusting them into your hand as soon as he sees you. Your blood runs cold. You stand, staring at the flowers like they may bite you at any moment.

When you tear your gaze away from them the delivery man is nearly at the elevator already, “hey! Wait, I didn’t see a card with them?”

He always leaves a card. This can’t be him because he always leaves a card. The delivery man shrugs, “the guy didn’t want a card.”

You hear the elevator ding like background noise. Your whole world comes back to the roses in your hand. Andrew picks a different flower every time so there’s no way to know and the delivery man said it was a guy that ordered the flowers. He knows. Andrew knows.

You drop the flowers like they burn you and race into the apartment. Fight or flight kicks in and you know the dance by now. Heading straight to your room at the back of the closet is your go back. Savings you’ve put away from your job, a couple of old family photos and a passport.

You promised yourself that if New York did not work, you would try a different country altogether, hoping he would never go that far just to teach you a lesson.

You reach the open plan kitchen just as Bucky runs through the door looking frantic. His eyes land on you but you don’t have time to stop as you throw more supplies into your go bag.

Bucky says, “I saw the door open and the flowers on the floor, I thought...I thought-Are you leaving?”

You turn to look at him when you sense the feeling of betrayal behind his words. Words get caught in your throat, so you don’t say anything. You were barely holding it together before Bucky got here, but now it seems almost impossible to go with him watching. Almost.

“I know you may not like the flowers, but this is a little extreme, right?” He goes for humour but even you can tell its strained.

And then his meaning penetrates the fog in your brain, “you? You got the flowers?”

Bucky shrugs, “they were supposed to arrive yesterday after you said you’d come to family dinner, but I ordered them too late, so I was hoping to beat them here and give them to you myself but well...”

He trails off and your shoulders sag. Bucky got the flowers. The flowers were from Bucky. The go bag slips from your grip, hitting the floor with a thud, drawing Bucky’s attention once again.

“Why? Who did you think they were from?”

You don’t answer. How can you? The answer is so much more complicated than just a name and yet at the same time it isn’t.

A lump forms in your throat. You want to tell him. You want so much to let someone else carry this burden with you but every time you told someone your story, they either sided with the monster or ended up dead because of him. Because of you. And you would walk away before you saw anything happen to the man standing in front of you.

Bucky shakes his head. Walking over to pick up the flowers, he lays them on the kitchen table, “I can’t do this. I can’t be here if it means that you might leave at any moment. I’ve been left behind before and I barely made it out alive. I can’t go through that again.”

And your heart aches. It aches so much that you don’t know how you remain standing as you watch the only person that’s ever made you feel safe start to walk out the door.

If you were less selfish, you would let Bucky walk out that door and never come back. You would leave him behind and leave New York. You would be miserable just to keep him safe. But you can’t. And you don’t.

“The first time he hit me, it was our honeymoon.”

Bucky stops dead. He doesn’t turn around, but you take it as your cue to keep talking, “this guy at a bar flirted with me. He gave me his best pick up line, I laughed and told him I was flattered but I was married, and the guy left me alone. Andrew, my husband, saw and challenged me on it in our hotel room.

I laughed and told him to stop being silly and that I had seen him flirt with other women before too. It was the first and last time he hit me with an open palm. I made excuses for him. I didn’t want to admit that I cut all my friends and family off for a monster. He was all I had left. But after a few years, when he was dishonourably discharged from the Army, I spoke to his closest friend, Tommy. Tommy was a good man. I showed him the bruises and he believed me. After all these years, he was the only person to believe me.

Tommy had sensed a change in Andrew, he became less bothered about hiding his temper when the Army chewed him up and spat him out. Tommy confronted him. A week later, Tommy went missing. Three months after that his body was found in the woods. Suicide they said.”

Bucky finally turns to face you, his eyes swimming with anger and pain so much like your own that you have to look away. You stare at your hands instead, “after Tommy was gone, Andrew got worse. I was going to the hospital at least once a month and everyone believed all the lies. It got so bad that I once went to the police. They called Andrew and he told them that I wasn’t doing very well, and they believed him. After that incident I ended up in the hospital for six weeks. He told them I fell from the roof.”

Bucky lets out a string of curse words that have you smiling despite the circumstances, “How did you get away?”

“I got a job. In secret of course. I arranged it so I would only work when he did, and I worked in the next town over. I saved and saved and saved. And then one night I put sleeping pills in with his food. Once I was sure he was asleep, I took the car and left in the middle of the night. I ditched it the next morning and walked to a bus station.”

“But he still finds you?” Bucky asks.

You nod, “I haven’t been able to stay in a place longer than two months before he sends flowers and a card to wherever I’m staying at the time. It’s almost like he’s enjoying playing cat and mouse. He’s letting the game go on because I know the moment he catches me this time, I’ll be dead.”

Bucky takes a step towards you, “no. I’m not going to let that happen.”

“Tommy said the same thing.”

“Yeah, well, Tommy wasn’t a super soldier.”

“But he was a soldier.”

Bucky shakes his head, “it's been longer than two months. Maybe he’s given up. Found someone else or got what’s coming to him from someone else.”

“Maybe”, you whisper.

Bucky closes the distance between you, pulling you into the warmth of his body, holding you like it's a miracle you’re still standing, “you can’t keep running. I won’t let you. Why should you have to run because that waste of oxygen can’t keep his hands to himself?”

You don’t have an answer, so you just cling to him tighter. Bucky pulls back to look down at you, “promise me, you’ll come to me first. Come to me before you run.”

You shake your head, “that’s just your way of asking me to stay.”

“So, what if it is? I deal with bad people and monsters all the time. Let me help you with yours? Come to me first, please?”

And despite your better judgement, despite all the promises you made to yourself, you tell Bucky yes. You tell him that you’ll stay. You just hope you’re not sealing both of your fates because of it.

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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Peter comforting Tony's daughter at the funerals please I need this

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No one who was present will ever forget the horrific scream that came from you when Pepper told you the tragic news: your father, Tony Stark, was dead.

You hadn’t been able to say goodbye to him. He had already taken his last breath when you arrived on the scene. All you were able to do was crumble by his side and cry all the tears in your body until someone forcefully took you away.

A few sleepless nights later, you stood by Pepper and Morgan on the wooden deck, watching the wreath floating adrift on the water. Proof that Tony Stark has a heart, it reads.

Beside you, Morgan didn't seem to understand what was going on, why everyone was dressed in black and watching an arrangement of flowers float away. Mostly, she didn’t understand why her dad was not there. It was sad to see.

Happy was right behind you, followed by Rhodey and Steve, then May and Peter. Peter. He was holding his tears, pained from losing his mentor.

When the wreath was no longer in sight, people slowly dissipated, heading back inside the Stark residence. You stayed, unable to move your feet, your eyes were glued on the water before you. Why did you leave me? Why did you sacrifice yourself?

You didn’t hear the footsteps behind you as Peter approached. You and him hadn’t spoken since the last battle.

He cleared his throat. ‘’Hi. I know you’re probably tired of hearing this, but I’m sorry for your loss, Y/N.’’ You didn’t turn around, but Peter knew you were listening. ‘’Your dad was an admirable person. I’m not talking about his sacrifice. He was— He’s been an excellent mentor to me. And, in a way, a great father figure in my life.’’ Peter breathed in. He was about to tell you something he hadn’t told anyone. Not even his best friend Ned, who he always tells everything to. ‘’I was with him when he died. He told me—'' Peter stopped himself, feeling choked by the emotions in his throat.

When you arrived on the scene, you didn’t acknowledge Peter or anyone else around. Your eyes were focused on your father laying on the ground, unalive.

''Want to know what he told me?’’ Peter continued, not waiting for your answer. ‘’He…he said to go to you and feel the feelings he once forbid us to have.''

After a lot of deep thinking, Tony had come to the realization that forbidding your relationship had been wrong of him. He didn’t like it, but Peter was a good guy. He was kind, caring, honorable and very protective of the ones he loved. If there was anyone Tony could trust to take good care of his daughter, it was Peter.

Slowly, your eyes traveled to Peter. They welled with tears again, but this time Peter was there to wrap his arms around you, pull you against him and provide you comfort. You buried your face in his chest, staining — and ruining — his shirt with your mascara-tears, but it was the last of his worries.

Your slim fingers grabbed his white button up, clutching at it as you cried.

Your father’s words meant so much to you — you and Peter. You remembered the look of rage on his face when he caught you kissing in the lobby. It had just been a simple kiss goodbye, but Tony reacted like he had caught you doing something compromising in bed. He had yelled at Peter and banned him from the tower for weeks with a threat of kicking him out of the Avengers if he were to kiss you again.

Like any angsty teenager, you told him you hated him and blasted Taylor Swift’s Love Story in your bedroom.

You never thought he would change his mind about Peter, but Tony Stark was a surprising man.

Peter kissed the top of your head, holding you tight.

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Patching Up

Fem!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Before you and Petra officially tied the knot, there was a little rough patch.

The time without Petra by your side, whether it was on patrol or just watching Star Wars on her couch with Ned and Harley, was just torture. You just missed her but you needed time to cool off and so did she.

The argument was about the usual: how hard she had been pushing herself as of recently. It was her best and worst trait wrapped into one.

You wanted her to start wearing the Iron Spider outfit as an added layer of protection, you were showing it to her in the Avengers Tower labs at the time.

“It’ll just slow me down” she’d counter.

“I just want you safe, baby” you’d say back.

But she wouldn’t budge. It got into such a heated argument that she shouted, “I don’t need you! I don’t need your help!!”

That broke something inside of you. “I-I’m so sorry” she said, tears already welling up in her eyes. “I didn’t mean that. Baby please speak to me”

“I-I need a break” you said a little unsure

“O-okay” she whispered back before swinging away into the New York skyline. At that moment, it was the last time you saw her for the last week or so. And it’s been absolute torture.

Then came today. You got a small text from Petra which said the following: Can we meet at the Empire State Building? Please.

You texted back: what time?

A short response came: now?

You quickly put on your power suit and flew to the Empire State Building. You found Petra looking out from her usual spot on the rooftop. You could tell she was looking a little nervous and uneasy. You quickly got out of the Iron Knight armor, this was one battle you had to face without your suit.

“Hey” Petra offered you a sad smile, her chocolate brown eyes held so much sadness and evidence of sleepless nights. You weren’t much better, evenings without Petra had been the worst.

“Hey Spider Monkey” you say with a sad smile.

“I-I need to say a few things and please don’t interrupt” Petra was begging you.

“Okay” you agreed with your fiancee.

Petra took a deep breath, “I love you. So much. I don’t want to call off our engagement. And I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean anything I said. I need you and I know where you were coming from”

Petra pauses allowing you to speak, “Petra I love you so much and I can’t bare the thought of not coming back to you”

“I know” she whispered, taking a step towards you. You take a step towards her. “I’ll wear the suit when it’s most dangerous, okay?”

“That’s okay.” you reassure her, “and I promise to honor your decisions and not be so overbearing”

“Okay” she flashes a genuine smile. Petra pauses for a second before leaping into your arms, hugging you tight. She wraps her arms around your neck and her legs around your waist.

“I missed you” she whispers before kissing you. “I missed you so much!”

You exchange a couple kisses, lost in the moment with one another. The heart ache without one another which was so overbearing is now relieved. You had each other back in your arms.

“I missed you too, my Spider Monkey” you say with a little laugh. Petra makes a quick little monkey sound before kissing you again.

It was just a little snag in the fabric of your love, every couple has it. You just counted yourself lucky that you and Petra were mature and loving enough to patch things up. Love isn’t some perfect silk blanket. It’s a quilt, made of patches and images that mesh and contrast, but it all comes together to form a perfect work of art.

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I know where I belong. Part 5

----------------------------------------------------- Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 ----------------------------------------------------- Warnings- Fluff for everyone, tiny mention of Steve -----------------------------------------------------

You had gotten over the pain, Steve had caused you. Talking about Steve, ever since he came back to the tower, he had been sent to back to back missions, and miss Sharon was busy to rise up in her career. Good for you though, you didn't have to see them much or hear their stupid moans.

Now it had became a daily basis thing, for you and Bucky to spend the nights together. You mostly spent time with Bucky, Nat, Wanda, Sam and Tony. You guys had become a happy little family.

Bucky made sure you are in good health, mentally and physically. You went for runs together, meditated together, practice your skills together. But little did you both know, that both of you were finding it difficult to control yourself, around each other. Bucky was still stuck on the idea of going to Wakanda, meanwhile you kept every trainee, any girl except for Nat and Wanda as far as possible away from Bucky.

Now spending time with Bucky felt different. Staring at Bucky would make you feel heat in your body, your stomach did do summersaults whenever you got slight touches by him. Bucky would often tease you about your blushing, and you would awkwardly laugh, and he found that cute too. And good lord have mercy on shirtless days, you blamed anything possible, but nothing made sense.

So on a very boring night, when you both were sleepless and had nothing to do, you teased Bucky to sing, and he did, by playing Bruno Mars. "Can I have this dance with you mam?" he bow down offering you his hand, you laughed at his antics, clearing your throat "Well yes kind sir" you took his hand and he began to swing you both, humming to the lyrics "I ain't playing no games Every word that I say is coming straight from the heart So if you tryna lay in these arms I'ma leave the door open" and with one last swing you crashed into his chest. His arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you closer to him until the two of you are pressed tightly against each other "Bucky" you whisper, your breath fanning out across his face. He licks his lips "Y/n" his breath hits your lips and you whimper softly. Just as he leans down, someone clears their throat.

It was Steve giving you both a hard glare. Bucky ignored him and took your hand and went out of the room, without giving Steve a chance to say anything. But that didn't stop you from thinking about the attempt of kiss, what would have happen if you both had kissed? Will it change your friendship? Would you be more than friends? Stupid Steve! ruin the moment. Little did you know, Bucky was thinking the exact same thing. Stupid Steve!

Both of you were red, from the earlier situation, and the fact that you are still holding hands. On the way to your unknown destination, you heard noises coming from the lab. It was Tony, on rare nights he would crash in the tower. "I'll wait for you in the kitchen. Bucky tells you, you nod and go to meet Tony.

"Hey Tons" you whisper and Tony yelps in shock, "Jesus have mercy on me!" putting a hand over his heart. "What are you doing here? Why aren't you home?" Tony tried to scoff, but when he saw your death glare, he gulped "Pepper and I had a fight" he said it casually as if telling you the local news. "What? why? what did you do?" you ask him. "Why do people assume it's me whenever something happens?" "I don't know maybe because you are Tony Stark?" "Damn right, anyway we were supposed to go out tomorrow, and I forgot, I tried to fix it but the babysitter is not free tomorrow" he quickly tells you, seeing you were about to open your mouth. "I will look after her" you offer. "You will?" he asks with hope in his voice. "Yeah me and Bucky can babysit, we don't have any missions or paper work." you tell him. "Tin man will be okay looking after Morgan too?" Tony smirks "Apart from you?" "Tony!" you warn him and he rolls his eyes playfully. "But really you both can babysit her?" "Of course, I miss my goddaughter" Tony gives you a big brotherly hug "You are a life savior!" "Anything for family" you smiled at him.

"So what are you doing all alone, terminator is sleeping?" You glare at him, and Tony mock surrenders "Fine Barnes" "He's in the kitchen" you blush thinking about Bucky which is not unnoticed by Tony. "Late night dinner date?" " About that, I need your advice" "I'm all ears, tell me" he wiggles his brows looking at you curiously. You tell him every single thing from, when you started to feel jealous, to not feeling anything for Steve, all the way to tonight, you guys dancing and almost about to kiss. "Stupid Steve" Tony scowls. "That's what I said" you both high fived each other.

"But don't you think I'm falling for Bucky too soon?" "Y/N it's ok not to feel anything for Steve it does not mean you didn't love him, it only means you have moved on, you had pain, but now it's time to gain, it's ok if you are falling for Bucky, and you are blushing hearing his name", yes you were blushing, every single time when Bucky crossed your mind you did blushed a lot. "Plus no offence if the idiot golden boy can cheat, you can definitely move on, take your time Y/n feel this new beginning, now go to your man" Tony advices you.

"Marriage and parenthood has made you smart, I love you Tony" before Tony can say anything you gave him a quick hug "Bring Morgan tomorrow and go to sleep" with that you left to go find Bucky leaving a speechless and smiling Tony behind.

When you enter the kitchen you saw Bucky sitting at the dinning table with his head down. You sat across him and grabbed his hand.

He looked at you with a sad smile. You gave his palm a light squeeze "Y/n I didn't meant to make you feel awkward.." "You didn't make me feel awkward Buck, we have been dancing around our feelings far too long now. We need to talk" Bucky nodded, you both just sat across each other, holding hands and staring at each other, before opening your mouths in unison. "I think I'm falling in love with you" "I think I'm falling in love with you"

You both looks at each other wide eyes, and Bucky spoke first "Y/n I don't know when I started to fall for you but..." he was nervous to speak and he started to fiddle with the fabric of his sleeve, you hold his hand making him look at you "Bucky even I don't know, how or when I started to fall in love with you." by this time you both had tears in your eyes. "Y/n you are trying to move on and I have no doubts about you, but I don't want to take advantage of the situation" "Bucky I don't even know when I stopped thinking about Steve. He no longer lives in my heart or mind Buck, you do!" Bucky's head snap towards yours, hearing your confession, a tear roll down his cheek, while you tried to blink the tears away, but failed miserably.

"Doll I don't think I have a heart, all I know is pain" "Bucky do you know why you feel pain?", Bucky shook his head no to your question, making you chuckle a bit even though your tears were flowing down. "It is because when you have a heart then there will be pain, and when there is pain then there will be heart too, and with that you will feel other emotions too, but most importantly you'll feel love." "It's a sweet difficulty isn't it doll?" "Yes it is, but we can over come together" "Doll I'm scared, I don't want to lose you and our friendship" "Bucky, even I'm scared, I don't want to lose you and our friendship, but looks like I'm in love with my best friend" you cried and Bucky jumped from the table coming to your side, he crouched down and took your face in his hands "I love you Y/n" and with the confession, Bucky kissed you, softly but passionately. Then he rested his forehead on yours, "I love you too Buck", you both chuckled, tears turning to sniffs.

"Doll go on a date with me tomorrow" "I would love to but not tomorrow" "Why?" he pouts, you kissed his pout making him blush "Tomorrow we are babysitting Morgan" he looked at you to elaborate more, you shook your head "It's a long story Buck" "I'm not sleepy" "Then I'll tell you"

----------------------------------------------------- Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 ----------------------------------------------------- (Part 5 is here lovely people, I hope you all enjoy. Please as always comments and feedbacks are appreciated. If you have any requests let me know. Pretty soon we will get rid of Sharon, just hang in there. 😅❤️) -----------------------------------------------------

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nekoamamori · 8 months

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Masterlist

Updated 9/11/2023

Loki - multichapter:

Loki and the Witchling - You are a healer working with the Avengers when Loki comes to join the team

Loki’s Witchlings (direct sequel to Loki and the Witchling)

Packless Monsters - You’re a werewolf who ends up in the company of Loki in the Avenger’s tower after saving Pepper Potts’ life.

The Sound of Silence - A mute Enhanced and Loki both move in to the Avengers tower on the same day.

The Witch’s Familiar - You’re a witch working with the team.Thor brings Loki to live at the Avenger’s tower after the events in New York. Problem is, Loki is in cat form and refuses to change back.

Winter’s Hearts - You’re a half-Jotun Valkyrie who has to live with the Avengers after helping them during a battle. Then Thor brings Loki to join the team. Can either of you thaw your frozen bruised hearts?

Monsters and Magic - You’re a vampire who helps the Avengers defeat an evil seethe of vampires. Loki befriends you after you end up in their custody.

Soulbonds and Fairy Dust - One of the fae decides to help out the Avengers. But there is more to this aid than what it first appears.

Beauty and the Beast - Loki is trapped in Jotun form under a curse. Can blind Morgan Stark somehow be the key to helping him break it?

Exam Day - Imagine Loki walking you home after a long school day. - On hiatus

Giftless - You’re Tony Stark’s niece, living with the Avengers, but have no powers of her own. Loki, a former villain, joins the superhero team, claiming that he has reformed, but can he be trusted?

Gifted - Sequel to Giftless

Handcuffs - Imagine you get accidentally handcuffed to Loki

You Have Heart - Soulmate AU where the first words you hear your soulmate say are tattooed on your skin. The reader has the words “You have heart” tattooed on her and learns what those words mean when it’s Loki who says them.

Hidden Strength - During the battle of New York, Loki meets a remarkable young woman. What will happen when he meets her again while he’s serving penance on Midgard for his crimes?

Omega Mine - You’re an unclaimed Omega who comes to live and work in the Avengers’ tower due to your healing abilities and Omega qualities. You haven’t found your Alpha yet, but things start to change when you meet the mysterious Alpha and former villain: Loki.

Prince's Mate - Prince Loki of Asgard is expected to present as an Alpha. Things don't always end the way they're expected to, even before the Battle of New York makes things even more complicated

Loki x reader one shots:

Day at the Beach - The Avengers decide to take a day off at the beach.

Sick Little Jotun - Imagine when Loki is ill he shows his true form and is very insecure about it, but you comfort him

Imagine Braiding Loki’s Hair - Post mission with the avengers you get bored on the flight home and braid Loki’s hair.

Sleepless - Imagine not being able to sleep and wandering around in the Avengers Tower, but then Loki sees you and he reads you a book until you fall asleep in his arms and in the morning, the rest of the Avengers find you cuddling on the sofa.

Surprise - NSFW - Imagine Loki admitting he secretly enjoys being submissive and asking you to tie him up.

Loki and the Coffee - Loki messes with SHIELD’s coffee supply

Bored - NSFW - You’re Loki’s wife, Sigyn, and make the mistake of telling your husband that you’re bored one day. Though is it REALLY a mistake?

Heat - NSFW - Loki goes into a Jotun heat, and he’s absolutely terrified of what he might do to you, (Mortals being so fragile and all) so he does everything he can to protect you from himself

Prayer - NSFW - Imagine Loki can hear the prayers of his worshipers. And he decides to come answer yours in person.

The Ball - NSFW - Imagine Loki and Sigyn get bored at a feast on Asgard and decide to sneak off to enjoy each other instead

Shield’s Monster - NSFW - Imagine Jotun Loki in heat, chained to the wall in the basement because SHIELD don’t know how else to deal with him. You’re new, you go down, intrigued to see the ‘monster’ people are talking about. And you ‘accidentally’ set a really horny Jotun Loki loose…

Feels Like Death - Reader is on her period and miserable and Loki saves the day

Loki one shots:

The Courting of Lady Sigyn - Loki realizes he wants his friendship with Sigyn to become more

Too Much Mischief - NSFW - Sigyn gets called to teach her husband a lesson for causing too much mischief around the tower

Loki Other:

Of Numbers and Strange Friendships - Loki & Spiderman PLATONIC - Loki and Peter Parker somehow forge a friendship after one flippant comment. No one on the team quite understands how it happened. But it seems to do the god some good to have Peter as a friend.

Winter Soldier x OFC

Alpha and Omega - The Avengers rescue a werewolf from Hydra. Can she warm the Winter Soldier’s heart?

Captain America x reader:

Savior from Fangirls - Steve needs a date to a charity gala and you get voluntold to accompany him… despite of, or because of your crush

Friendly Face - You help Captain America as he’s fleeing from shield the day he wakes from the ice

Original works:

Child of Darkness - A vampire’s slave escapes and fights for her freedom.

Daughter of the Night (sequel to Child of Darkness)

Chosen - Shapeshifters are immune from becoming vampires. What will happen to Samantha when she suddenly finds herself Chosen?

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mcufan72 · 1 year

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This oneshot got a bit long so I'm going to update it in three parts! I hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading!

Caught you !

Loki x fem! Reader

18+, definitely/Enemies to lovers/idiots in love/some harsh language, some harsh actions/sass/ angst/hurt/some inappropriate behaviour/self-gratification; I hope that's it

Part 1

How much you loved the afternoon breaks from work, drinking some tea and talking with Wanda and Nat about anything and everyone and of course telling a lot of nonsense. It was always so much fun and it was the nicest time of your workdays. The three of you were sitting in the lounge area of the compound and enjoying your afternoon tea.

You didn't feel very good today, it was a mixture of a slight headache and an undefined feeling of pain in your lower abdomen that made you feel bad but there was also some kind of sexual desire lurking in your nether regions, between your thighs…but talking to your friends was the best distraction you could get right now. So you definitely enjoyed meeting your friends now and talking to them instead of being alone and close to crying tears of self-pitying.

And like every time when you thought nothing could disturb the peaceful meeting with your friends, he showed up. The thorn in your flesh, the final nail to your coffin, the nightmare of your sleepless nights, the overbearing nerve-wrecking Loki Laufeyson aka God of Mischief.

Trickster, Prankster, mischief maker, impeccable, insatiable and irresistible womanizer and world's best lover…if it was true what the women, who had shared his bed with him, told at party nights in Stark Tower. For you Tony's parties were just a vanity fair…so in your opinion it was the perfect place for Loki Laufeyson to get desired, admired and worshiped as he wished for.

You desired him too but he didn't desire you. From the first day on when you met him, there was this sexual tension between you two. You tried to ignore it but it didn't work. For him you were just a sparring partner when it came to exchanges of sarcasm, impertinence and dark humor …it must be like this, you were sure about that. He wasn't into you and why should he.

You couldn't keep up with the beautiful flawless women he surrounded himself with and as a god he could have the most beautiful women in the universe, so why should he choose you? And if there was something you definitely did not want to be then it was another notch in his bedpost. You decided to ignore your crush on him and to better not like him. It made things easier…battling him playfully was so much easier than to love him… definitely.

"Showtime, ladies" Nat snarled and sipped eye-rolling at her tea when she saw Loki entering the lounge area.

You sighed in annoyance and cursed him inwardly. Why couldn't he stay away? At least in the afternoons? Nothing nice ever comes from his mouth then.

"Ah, good afternoon ladies…enjoying your…little coffee gossip?" He asked mischievously. His deep voice sounded extremely erotic to you today.

An unmistakable, alluring scent lingered in the air… your scent, and it undeniably hit his senses and the urge to be close to you grew again. Your today's choice of clothes made him lick his lips, the black trousers hugged your wonderfully formed butt perfectly and your also black tight-fitting turtleneck shirt emphasized your beautiful upper body.

"Get lost, Laufeyson!" you scolded at him and left the chill out lounge towards the kitchen to get you another tea, Loki was on your heels immediately.

"Uhh, someone's in a very good mood today… don't run away, little one, don't you want to tell me what you were gossiping about… or did you rave about me?"

He ran around you once like a happy puppy and then he walked backwards in front of you until you both had reached the kitchen counter. You couldn't stop eye-rolling and laughing irritated.

"...and I mean… I wouldn't mind!" He built himself up to full size, straightened up the collar of his not completely buttoned up black tight shirt to give you a good view of his chest hair and a smug smile appeared on his much too pretty face. He knew exactly what he did.

"Doesn't it get tiring, being so self-righteous and arrogant, Laufeyson?" you asked him with faked kindness and batted your eyes at him. The sight of his chest nearly knocked you out today. You could hardly stop yourself from drooling and staring at him. If he would ask you to bend over the kitchen counter to fuck you, you would do it without any hesitation.

"Hmmm…no, it doesn't…it just makes me… thirsty…" he grinned at you and in a quick move he stole your cup with the fresh tea and with fast long steps he walked away from you, sipping the warm liquid…the tea you made was always the best.

"LAU-FEY-SON, that was my tea! We're not in Asgard here and I'm not your servant. Make your tea on your own…" you yelled angry after him and clenched your fingers to fists…and you wanted to bite into his perfect ass.

"Thank you, darling and have a nice afternoon…oh and I like the mug…I think I'll keep it!" he answered, turned his head to look and wink at you smugly and off he went.

"Aaarrrggghhh…this guy is driving me crazy…and now he had stolen my tea AND my favorite mug… I'll kill him one day…!" you bickered.

"Yes, yes…" Nat murmured smilingly over the rim of her cup. She and Wanda looked at each other, softly clinking their mugs and couldn't hide a knowing grin. Of course you heard and saw it…

"What? I HATE him, why can't he leave me alone?" you yammered.

You got yourself a new cup of tea and you three continued your chatting in peace. You didn't want to think or talk about him further. After one more hour of boring desk work you decided to go to bed early and to declare the day finished.

Of course you weren't able to stop thinking about this smugly guy. Loki didn't just annoy you this afternoon, he aroused you immensely. For you it was his tight black shirt today, halfway open, tucked into his also tight grey jeans that suits him so well, and the scent of his cologne mixed with his very own masculine scent…he smelled kind of animalistic for you this afternoon and you were so extremely turned on by it, you would like to jump at him and you wanted him to fuck you relentlessly. You accelerated your steps back to your room, you needed some friction between your legs. Your fingers, pillows, whatever…you didn't care, the main thing was a quick relief before you would combust of desire.

When you had entered your rooms, you hastily closed your door and got rid of your clothes as fast as possible. The only clothes that stayed on your body were your bodice and your panties drenched with your juices of arousal.

'Loki, you bastard!'

You couldn't wait anymore, you needed to touch yourself and you laid down in your bed quickly. You started with rubbing your erect nipples but it wasn't enough…so you let your hand quickly slip down further, into your panties between your wet folds and massaged over and around your needy clit with two of your fingers, Loki permanently on your mind. Soft moans escaped your mouth, you licked your lips in desperate need of getting kissed by him …how much you wished it was Loki who finger-fucked your dripping pussy with his beautiful long fingers, his thumb rubbing over and around your bundle of nerves…

"Loki.." …you melted away into boundless ecstasy …almost there, you were almost there… "I'm cumming…" and you had overheard the knocks at your door and almost too late you recognised someone came into your room.

As soon as Loki entered your privacy, you pulled your fingers quickly away from your wet pussy and put that said hand under your head, trying to pretend you were just chilling in your bed. You had been almost there and now you could barely hide your reddened cheeks and your heavy breathing. Hopefully he didn't see the thin layer of sweat above your upper lip and on your forehead. Hopefully he didn't hear or see anything.

How embarrassing! Getting caught during masturbation by the god of hotness…ahhh… mischief. How good that you didn't scream his name. You should better think of flower meadows and butterflies now …and..wait…how dare he enter your room? Did you allow him to come in? Nooo…you definitely did not.

"What are you doing here in my room?" you snarled at him with powerful indignation in your voice. Was there some insecurity in his gaze? No, you must have been wrong. He just would tease you further right now.

"Oh dear, the door wasn't closed properly so I came in after I knocked at it and I thought I …hmm the question is what are you doing right now? Did I interrupt something?" he asked, the familiar arrogance in his voice.

"Nothing of your concern…and no..you did not!" you tried to convince him.

Could it be that you hadn't closed the door behind you? Have you been that horny that you couldn't wait anymore rubbing your fingers through your folds and around your little gem that you didn't close your door properly? Have you really been that aroused?

"Did you just touch yourself, sweetheart?" he asked smugly.

"Nooo…no no…no I did not touch myself…and it's none of your business either." You answered way too quickly but still tried to convince him that you did nothing but chill. A pathetic try.

"Are you sure, darling?" He asked you sardonically.

'Note to me: never lie to the god of mischief and lies...'

"Yeesss …I'm sure. " you answered convinced.

"And I'm sure you did. I'm sorry that I disturbed you pleasuring yourself…by the way…did you think of me while doing so?" he asked you smugly while he crossed his arms in front of his chest..and you just wanted to punch him into his adorable face. How arrogant can someone be?

"Why should I've thought of you while I pleasured myself…you're not that hot and desirable that I…"

'...oops..of course I thought of him…shit I lied again…'

He walked over to you slowly, you were still laying in your bed under the duvet. He pulled your hand from under your head and took your index-and middle finger into his mouth and licked them clean while staring into your eyes, testing the waters how you would react now. His baby-blue eyes tried to seduce you and seemed to stare deep into your heart…he loved how you tasted and his eyes darkened and sparkled with lust.

'Oh god…why?…stop doing this…no..please don't stop…is there…something going on in his jeans?...nah, wishful thinking…'

You were so close to giving in to him.

"Mmmmhhhhmmm…" he hummed with his deep baritone and took your fingers out of his mouth again, licking his lips lasciviously. "Delicious…So you admit it, you just touched yourself…I knew it and I can smell and taste it, darling. You shouldn't lie to me, little one!" He still held your hand in his. It felt good.

"Stop calling me that. I'm not your darling, sweetheart or little one. And …let go of my hand! Are you serious? Who do you think you are, you jerk?" You shouted at him angrily.

"May I be of help with pleasuring you, darling?" he asked cheeky.

"Uurrggh no.…piss off, Laufeyson, get your pompous, arrogant ass out of here!" and you ripped your hand out of his grip.

"Your wish is my order, sweetheart." He took a step backwards and bowed down generously, his smugly smile never left his face.

He turned around and was already on his way back to the door of your room when you threw a pillow after him. He caught it out of the air without looking at it and before it could even hit his head.

"How rude, Darling! ..ah, I nearly forgot… " he turned around again to face you and pointed his index fingers into the air "…that's why I came to you….Tony wants to see us all at 7pm sharp…sooo, there's still enough time for you to…finish what you've started several minutes ago …and feel free to think of me while touching your sweet little gem …"

He wiggled his eyebrows and made a lascivious gesture with his hand, palm upwards, his thumb slightly raised and his index-and middle finger curled up in a 'come-to-me' motion.

"Arrgghh…get the hell out of here, Laufeyson. And give me back my pillow…"

You yelled at him, now sitting in your bed.

"Nope…you threw it after me so I think you don't need it anymore. I'll keep it!" He grinned ironically.

"You're an asshole, Laufeyson,'' you complained.

"I love you too, darling" and with that he nearly left your room but he shoved his head through the door frame into your room again and asked full of sarcasm: "…what exactly must I do to make you open your wonderful thighs for me? I'm sure you'd look ravishing, greedily waiting for me, with spread legs…"

"…uuuurrrgggh, Laufeyson, you damn stupid bastard! Go and fuck your whores…" you screamed in his direction and he left your room with a mischievous laughter right in time, closing your door with a dramatic gesture, before another pillow hit the door.

You nearly cried after he had left and you pulled the duvet over your head. You weren't aroused anymore, just embarrassed. How should you ever look into his beautiful eyes again? Now he would never stop making fun of you. Why were you so thin skinned, horny and angry when you were ovulating? …you just wanted to ease some of the physical pain and the sexual desire of your sensitive body…and now that…and why did you constantly respond to his provocations?

And worst of all, now he got the confession that you had a crush on him. But you couldn't help yourself, he was your beloved enemy and you couldn't live without him.

'What is wrong with me? … damn why can't I restrain myself?…I not only acted like the biggest asshole in town, I also acted like an animal in urgent need to get myself off, eagerly and desperately trying to fuck an ovulating female creature… to impregnate her or what…seriously?

She's so lovely and adorable. I must be disgusting and pathetic in her eyes…and I overstep her private boundaries permanently…if I were her I would hate me too… but she pulls me to her like a magnet, every single day…and she was too alluring today...and didn't she say my name and 'come in' ?...I really thought she did … I would've made love to her if she had asked me to do it. I really thought today is the day…She really drives me crazy…'

Besides his primal needs today, he truly wanted you. Of course he smelled you every time on your special days of a month, it's a part of his Jotun roots and it intoxicated him like a love spell, more than you did anyways every day but there was more than this basic instinct. Deep inside of him Loki knew that he had fallen for you. And after this long time living here together with you, you around him permanently with that constant sexual tension between you two, he really thought you wanted him to bed you today.

He interpreted the slightly open door as an invitation and he really thought you asked him in after he had knocked at the door. And of course he knew what you did in your bed under your duvet. He sensed it before he entered your room. As soon as he recognised that he misunderstood the whole situation, he felt embarrassed and he felt honestly sorry to have pressed you like this. He needed to hide his fault and remorse and so he began to tease you again as you are used to from him…but he couldn't stand the still remaining sexual tension lingering in your bedroom.

Everything about you made him love you since the first day he met you ….even your hate for him. He especially loved your sass, your sarcasm, your dark humor, the way you responded to his provocations. You had everything he loved about a woman. You were just right for him. Sometimes his provocations were a bit over the top and too much…but every day when he met you, you were willing to banter and fight with him playfully over and over again.

And he loved to play these games with you and he hoped instantly you loved it too. It was the old game of 'tease the ones you love.' It was the only way for him, to stay close to you, to talk to you. Could it be that he…no…absolutely not! He was sure you would never let him make you his, never and so he preferred to fuck around with random women to not think too much about you, it made things easier for him.

…and anyways, he wasn't the type for a serious relationship, was he?

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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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Love Untold (OT8 x F! Reader)

Chapter 15

Paring: Hyunjin x reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: swearing, 18+, abusive ex boyfriend, sex in public, fingering, hand job, blowjob

Word Count:6083

Masterlist | Love Untold Masterlist

Due to the work of your parents, you are forcet to constantly move. However, this time moving houses let to interesting and unusual events. You met 8 handsome boys at school and somehow you managed to move in with them. How will your fate go?

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You sat in bed, disoriented and not quite awake yet. The disheveled hair and swollen face showed that last night was not easy, actually it was a sleepless night. Still slightly sleepy, you reached for the phone, unaware of what awaits you there. When you saw that you got a message from Sebastian, you felt your heart beating fast.

“My parents are coming home at the end of this month? That means I only have two more weeks of peace before I'm subjected to their constant questions and scrutiny again." You thought as you placed your phone on the nightstand.

You sighed as you looked out the slightly opened window. It was gray outside the window, rain was pouring down, and large drops ran down the window pane. All this scenery and today's information put you in a gloomy mood.

Suddenly your peace was disturbed by a loud knock on the door. Before you could say anything, Chan burst into the room. He sat next to you and waved the phone in your face.

“The exam results are here. Quickly check if you passed." He smiled at you as he opened the app.

His enthusiasm was in stark contrast to your melancholy atmosphere. You reluctantly grabbed your phone from the nightstand and opened the college app. Your heart began to beat faster, as if it was ready to explode.

You searched for the right item, clenching your hands on the phone. You swiped to see the results and... You saw a big sign Congratulations on passing your exam! Relief and joy washed over you at that moment, and you burst into excitement.

Your whole face lit up and you threw yourself on the boy's neck, nearly knocking him over.

"Yes! I knew you'd make it! Well done!" Chan burst out happily, hugging you just as tight.

All the weight has been lifted from your shoulders. You'd passed all your exams, which meant that now there were only empty days between you and the end of your schooling. You could finally rest, not having to sit at night with your nose in books and stress whether you will manage to pass everything.

Still with a big smile on your face, you pulled away from the boy, finally looking at him carefully. He was sitting on the bed, one leg on the floor and the other bent at the knee, which gave him ease and nonchalance. A faint scent of freshness floats around him, indicating a recent bath.

On his torso you saw a loose, faded black t-shirt that clings to his body in a way that allows you to see the slight outlines of muscles.

His wavy brown hair seemed to wave around his head. Slightly rubbed on the sides, they arranged in a free, natural way, almost as if they were attracting the rays of the morning sun.

You noticed the faint shadows under his eyes, which probably meant he couldn't sleep either, but they only added to his charm and made him look even more handsome.

You found yourself unable to take your eyes off him, staring straight into his mesmerizing chocolate brown eyes. You couldn't resist the twinkle in his eye. You were fascinated by it… he fascinated you.

Chan, seeing that you couldn't take your eyes off him, snorted softly and in one fluid motion pushed you to lie down on the bed. Just as quickly as he laid you down, his hands landed on either side of your head just as quickly. The boy towered over you and you liked it very much, but you didn't take his eyes off his face for a moment.

Your eyes met in a passionate look that made your heart beat like crazy. Chan leaned in to kiss you and the world seemed to slow down to capture that one magical moment.

That's when you heard derisive whistles. You both looked towards the open door where Seungmin and Changbin were standing teasing you. It made your face blush so much that it was burning from the heat.

"Sorry, were we interrupting?" Changbin jokes, but it was immediately met with Chan's furious gaze.

Both boys immediately fell silent and Seungmin started pushing Bin to get out of this place as soon as possible.

Chan sighed deeply and removed his hands from either side of your head, not even trying to hide his annoyance. You followed him up and smoothed a strand of hair that had fallen over your forehead.

"See you soon sweetie." He winked at you as he left the room and closed the door behind him.

You sat like a brick, staring at your door for a while. More and more you wondered what is the relationship between all the boys? What is the relationship between you and them? Does everyone know you've been doing things with others? And most importantly, do they mind?

These questions did not give you more and more peace. They kept running through your mind all the time. Not wanting to think about it anymore, you headed to the bathroom to take a nice and relaxing shower that you hoped would calm your head down.

As you thought, a cool shower was just what you needed. The trickles of cold water pouring over your body relaxed you, and your head became free of all the questions that were bothering you.

After a very pleasant and refreshing shower, you dressed in your room in loose but still fashionable clothes and went to the kitchen where Minho and Jisung were cooking breakfast. The delicious smells of eggs and fresh toast wafted through the room.

You sat down at the table next to Hyunjin, who was still eating his hot breakfast.

“Ready for a trip today?” He asked, barely swallowing a large bite of toast.

"What trip?" You asked, turning your head towards him.

"Well, the one that everyone has been talking about for a month now. A two-day trip to the thermal baths, for everyone from our high school." He explained while still eating.

Just thinking about the huge pool and the mass of water that will surround you, made you shiver slightly.

"Oh, no thanks. Water and I aren't best friends. This is not for me." You stated, firmly dismissing the idea.

However, the boys were not about to give up easily. Minho came over to you and put a plate of breakfast in front of you, trying to convince you to come with them.

"It won't be the same without you." He said convincingly.

Han joined him too, leaning over you with pleading eyes.

"Please, Y/n. It'll be great, I promise!" He begged.

Seungmin, entering the kitchen, also joined the assembly

"We're all going so you'll be left alone in the house. And I won't let that happen." He said firmly, grabbing the plate that was on the counter.

You finally gave in to them.

"Okay, I’ll go, but I'll be sunbathing all the time on the lounger." You finally agreed, and a wide smile appeared on your friends' faces.

You all ate breakfast and quickly ran to your room to pack. You were glad you weren't like most girls who spent hours standing in front of their closet picking out clothes. You just grabbed the first clothes you came across and put them neatly folded into the little red suitcase the guys had given you and 20 minutes later you were ready to go.

All the boys were waiting for you, dressed in summer shirts and shorts, as if they were going to a warm country, when in fact you drive less than 4 hours from your school.

You went to school together, where the bus was waiting for you. There weren't as many people as you thought, but the parking lot was full of students you saw for the first time. Of course Daisy and Cameron were also driving and were overjoyed to see you get out of the car. You had a smile on your face as well, but it quickly vanished when you saw Victoria and her group, but Seonghwa was nowhere to be seen.

You didn't know whether to be happy or stressed, but you didn't think about it yet. You put your suitcase in the luggage hold and followed the boys to the bus.

As you entered, you noticed Daisy and Cameron sitting together in the front, so you continued on your way. You were walking by busy places when suddenly you saw Seonghwa, who as soon as he noticed you, smiled perfidiously. The sight of him stunned you a bit and you stopped in front of him.

"Well, good morning Y/n. Long time no see. Did you miss me, sweetie?" He said getting up to you.

“You, never. I think I made it clear that I don't want you to talk to me anymore!" You raised your voice slightly, moving slightly away from the boy.

You looked at the boy with disgust, but deep inside you felt uneasy. You were still afraid of him, and the fact that he somehow found you, whether by accident or actually planned, made you shiver.

"Fuck you. What do you want from my boyfriend, bitch!” Victoria yelled at you, yanking your hair hard.

Your head fell back and a rather loud hiss of displeasure escaped your mouth. You turned your head to the girl who was obviously jealous.

"Better watch your boyfriend. I'm not going to have anything to do with him." You said turning around.

There were boys in front of you, ready to beat up anyone who hurt you. Everyone was serious and there was no joy on their faces anymore, only full seriousness and anger. You calmed them down a bit and together with Minho, Han, Seungmin and IN you went to the back of the bus.

Not long after everyone was seated, the bus left. A moment later, practically the entire bus fell silent, and the boys went to sleep. You were left alone like this finger, sitting with headphones in your ears, listening to your favorite music. When suddenly IN leaned on your shoulder and put his hand on the inside of your thigh.

He looked so blissful and innocent when he slept. It was definitely not the same IN you were playing with yesterday. His pink hair fell over his face, hiding his closed fox eyes. You giggled a bit as you noticed that he didn't want to get ready either. Usually fashionable and elegant IN has been replaced with a comfortable and casual one.

So looking at him and feeling his touch, you remembered what happened yesterday and only then did you realize that you would really be in big trouble if you actually had sex. You could even get pregnant, and at that age, and with parents like that, it wouldn't be a good idea.

Making sure that everyone around you was asleep, you searched the Internet for how to get contraceptive pills quickly and without unnecessary questions. You managed to find one site that wrote out prescriptions for a small fee. You filled out all the data, transferred the money and after a while you got a prescription. The only thing left to do now is go to the pharmacy and buy pills.

After 4 hours you arrived at the place, woke up the boys and together you went to the resort where you were supposed to spend one night. You didn't even think about it and took a triple room with Daisy and Cameron.

You were glad that, apart from the boys, you met them and made friends with them, because there were situations like this when it would be nice to have female friends. You put your things away in a fairly modern room.

The room was nicely lit by light colored wall lights. The walls were painted in neutral colors and the furniture was in perfect harmony with each other. There was a king-size bed in the center of the room, and a single bed on the opposite side against the wall.

You immediately agreed that the girls would take the double bed and you would sleep on the single bed. You've only just unpacked your things, and your friends are already dressed in costumes and waiting for you to join them. You honestly didn't want to leave your room, much less go to the water.

However, after long and tiresome persuasions from Daisy and Cameron, you went to change into your swimsuit. The costume perfectly emphasized all your qualities. The burgundy color perfectly matched your hair. It was tied with thin strings, and Brazilian-style panties exposed your round buttocks. After all, when you were going to sit in one place, you wanted to look good.

You covered yourself with a towel and you all went to the baths. As soon as you crossed the threshold, your nose was irritated by the characteristic smell of chlorine, and your eyes saw crowds of people and a huge amount of water. The deep water you were so afraid of.

The fear that gripped your whole body paralyzed you, and you stopped in mid-step. Your thoughts have become chaotic and not very cheerful. You were about to back away when you felt warm hands wrap around your waist.

“You attract me in that outfit so much .” You heard a soft but sexy voice in your ear.

You turned around and your eyes met Hyunjin's.

The boy looked stunning with his hair down, held back lightly by a headband. Single strands of hair fell over his forehead, adding to his mystery. His piercing blue eyes stared at you tenderly, and you could see a hint of lust in them.

“Hyunjin not in front of people.” You pushed him away charmingly as your friends started whispering to each other as they looked your way.

"We'll leave you. Have fun, lovebirds." They laughed, teasing you, and walked away, leaving the two of you together.

You two stayed in the middle of the term. He stayed close to you to make sure you were okay and you felt reasonably safe.

"Y/n I know you're afraid of water, but can you trust me?" He asked, grabbing your hand. He didn't take his eyes off of you for a moment, stroking your hand gently.

"Y... Yes." You hesitated, slightly tensing your body, but the boy's tender and caring touch calmed you down a bit.

Seeing your uncertainty, he slowly began to lead you forward, still not taking his eyes off you.

"Look into my eyes. Everything will be fine, I promise." He reassured you in a calm, mesmerizing voice.

You decided to do what he asked of you. Not taking his eyes off the depths of Hyunjin's eyes for even a second. You were walking alone, you didn't know where, but you were calm.

Suddenly you felt water under your feet, which quickly reached your ankles and then your knees. Panic seized you, and your eyes immediately went to the source of water.

You stood knee-deep in the Jacuzzi, warm water and bubbles enveloping your skin. You quickly climbed over Hyunjin so as not to touch the water. Your face seemed to scream for help, and your body tightened on the boy. You looked like a small, scared panda.

“Hey, Hey, Hey… Take it easy, you're fine. It's just a jacuzzi, the water here is as deep as a bathtub. You have nothing to be afraid of, I won't let you go." He reassured you with his calm tone of voice, holding you tight so you would be sure to feel safe.

You looked down and actually saw a hot tub. Your whole body relaxed and you slowly got off of him, dipping your feet in the warm water. A huge blush started to appear on your face, which you tried to cover with your hands.

"You don't have to be ashamed. It was cute for me.” Hyunjin laughed, sitting down in the water and patting the spot next to him.

Still keeping your hands on your face, you sat next to the boy. Only when the warm water brushed your breasts did you relax and put your hands in the water. You looked around where the boy took you.

A soft ambient light illuminated the pool area, creating an intimate atmosphere that seemed to shut off the rest of the world. The jacuzzi was in a secluded spot, or actually a good word for it, it was hidden. While sitting, you couldn't see what was going on in the other pools, which were covered by a large wall covered with various plants. You felt like you were outside, and the little lights placed on the ceiling resembled a starry sky.

You were stunned with delight at how nice and atmospheric the place looked. You looked at Hyunjin, who was enjoying the warm bubbles caressing his skin. White lights played on his features, highlighting his captivating smile and sparkling eyes.

Your heart beat faster as you felt his hand on yours. Hyunjin immediately intertwined your fingers together and leaned towards you.

"I'm so glad we found this peaceful spot. Finally I can spend some time alone with you.." He said, with a gentle and filled with affection voice.

"I'm glad you're here with me too." You smiled shyly and fixed strands of your hair.

In the warmth of the water, your inhibitions melted away, and you moved closer to each other, your bodies almost touching. The air buzzed with an unspoken desire, and you exchanged glances that spoke volumes.

Unable to resist the magnetic pull, Hyunjin leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. Time seemed to slow down as you explored each other's mouths with tenderness and passion, your connection growing stronger with every moment.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you wrapped your arms around Hyunjin's neck, pulling him closer. Your bodies pressed together, and the water seemed to amplify the intensity of your embrace.

When you felt his hand on your thigh, you parted your lips.

"You have no idea how much I want you right now." He whispered, resting his forehead against yours and running his hand up your thigh.

"Then show me." You replied just as quietly.

You've both had a huge crush on each other since you met at your parents' party. Every time you were next to each other, there was this inexplicable, tense atmosphere between you. Not once did you catch yourself staring at each other. But these weren't just looks, they were filled with lust.

The boy, getting permission, smiled willingly and connected your lips together again. He crept into your mouth with his tongue, probing your lips carefully. Your kisses were as hot as flames, and you didn't know if the warmth you were starting to feel was from the temperature of the water or from the boy's presence and finally satisfied lust for having him. Tasting him, you remembered how good he tasted then, and now that you were fully sober, everything seemed to be even better.

Hyunjin gently gripped your lip between his teeth, giving both of you a moment to breathe that you seemed to forget. His hand traveled up and down your thigh, making your body shiver pleasantly. A huge knot was starting to form in your belly, which will be very hard to stop once it untangles.

Suddenly, the boy's hand landed on your pussy covered with thin material. You knew it was your end and you lost yourself completely in the pleasure that was rushing through your body. To his surprise, you placed your hand on his crotch. His cock was already slightly hard, which caused a smile hidden by the kiss to appear on your face.

"You turn me on so much...I want to take you here and now..." He mumbled between the kisses he placed on your exposed neck.

For the first time, you were glad that the water was quite deep and reached your collarbones. Hyunjin placed his other hand on your breasts, lightly massaging it in his hand. Your body arched at his tender touch. His hands seemed to fit perfectly over your breasts.

He sucked harder on your neck, making sure he would leave a mark. His wet lips on your sensitive body made an unmuffled moan escape your lips.

You quickly covered your mouth to keep from making any more noises that might give you away. Your voice was like a rag to a bull. In one swift motion, he lifted your bra up, revealing your breasts. The only thing standing now between everyone and seeing your tits was the bubbles produced by the jacuzzi.

Hyunjin grabbed your nipple between his fingers, swirling it between them. His other hand pressed lightly against your core. As soon as you felt the pressure on your clitoris, you removed your hand from the boy's crotch.

“Hyun…Hyunjin…what if someone sees us?” You stuttered, trying to pull away from the boy.

“Let them see…Let everyone see that you belong to us.” He grabbed your hand, not letting you pull away, placing your hand on his crotch again.

Now the boy was definitely harder than before. You knew deep down that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. You started pressing his private parts as well, biting your lip gently.

The lights around you seemed to dim, and the place where you were sitting became even more atmospheric. You were getting hotter and little droplets started to form on your skin.

You were having fun with each other, making out through the thin fabric of your bathing suits, when suddenly you heard loud laughter from people approaching you.

“Try not to make any sound, okay?” He whispered in your ear, pulling back your top, but he didn’t stop making you feel good.

IN came out from behind the wall along with Seungmin, who didn't stop talking to each other. Chan, Felix and Changbin came right behind them, comparing their muscles, and at the very end were Han and Minho, who didn't stop squeezing each other's asses.

The shirtless boys looked stunning, each had a very well toned body that suited them perfectly. You really didn't expect everyone to look so good. You couldn't take your eyes off them for a moment, you even felt like you were drooling.

They were very happy to see you and quickly jumped into the jacuzzi. Hyunjin grabs you by the waist and moves you so that you sit between his legs, making room for others. With nine people in the hot tub, it was a bit cramped, but it didn't seem to matter much to the guys.

Hyunjin pulled you closer so that you could feel his hard cock against your back. You all started talking to each other and you fought yourself not to utter a word as Hyunjin placed his hand on your cunt again but this time he slipped his hand inside your panties. His hands caressed your crotch, savoring every second. Even though you couldn't see him right now, you knew he had a smirk on his face.

“I didn't know Y/n you could be persuaded to go into the water.” Chan finally turned to you.

"I didn’t thin..." You stopped as Hyunjin slipped one finger between your folds. “I didn't think I'd do it myself, but Hyunjin helped me. After all, a jacuzzi is such a big bathtub.” You laughed uncertainly, pushing your thoughts away from what the boy was doing to you. Hyunjin, however, had no intention of stopping what he was doing and even sped up his movements, but was still careful not to make it seem suspicious.

“I'm glad you're trying to overcome your fear. I'm so proud of you." Han smiled at you as he leaned in to hug you.

Hyunjin stopped moving his hand, but only for a moment to wait for Han to sit back down. The moment Jisung's buttocks touched the seat, Hyunjin slid his long finger inside you without any warning.

A soft sound escaped your lips, drawing everyone's attention. Realizing this, you must have done something, so you pretended to sneeze, the earlier sounds being caused by a tickle in your nose.

Hyunjin's fingers writhed inside you, teasing your insides. You closed your eyes and they immediately rolled back. You had to hold yourself back so as not to let your head go free, which would probably fall on Hyunjin's shoulder.

You tried to act as natural as possible, but Hyunjin's long fingers hit your sweet spot perfectly. You were on the verge of endurance and you knew that just a few strong moves would be enough and you would experience one of your biggest orgasms. However, you silently begged Hyunjin to stop so that all the boys wouldn't find out that you were having fun underwater and in a public place.

Conversations with the guys seemed to drag on, and Jinnie was still having a great time with you. Feeling you were coming to climax, he would change the pace or pull his fingers out of you. Finally, he added another finger and began to slowly stretch you. You felt his cock throbbing against your back, which meant he was close too.

Your whole body tensed to hold back the sounds that wanted so badly to come out of your mouth. You even dug your fingers into the boy's thighs, but it didn't help much. Your body began to spasm from time to time with the pleasure that accumulated in you.

Hyunjin made sure no one was watching and placed a wet kiss on your neck. Nothing special, but it sent shivers down your spine. You felt like you were in heaven and hell at the same time.

“Okay, shall we go to the wave pool?” Han asked finally, getting up from the hot tub. He had a big smile and excitement on his face.

Everyone agreed and with equally great excitement on their faces. Everyone except you and Hyunjin.

“I'd rather stay. This depth of water in the jacuzzi is enough for me.” You laughed cutely, still trying to hide your emotions as Hyunjin sped up his hand movements.

"Then I'll stay and look after her." Hyunjin replied by placing his other hand on your clit and making small circles.

Moments later, everyone exited the hot tub, leaving you alone again. The energy between you two seemed tense and the air could have been cut with a knife.

“Good girl, you deserve a reward for that.” He whispered, nibbling on your earlobe and speeding up his movements with both hands.

You didn't give a shit if anyone heard you, you couldn't hold back any longer. A bunch of rather loud moans flew out of your mouth and echoed around the building. You were glad that there were a lot of people including children and teenagers who were screaming, laughing and talking quite loudly and luckily they drowned you out.

You were getting closer and closer with each movement of your hand. Your breathing became ragged, your eyes rolled to the back, and your lips were red from biting. You dug your fingers into his legs harder, telling him not to stop because you'd come soon.

You arched your back and your head landed on his shoulder and your whole body was flooded with pleasure. The expected fulfillment came as you expected with double strength. You couldn't control your body as you trembled while sitting in the boy's legs. Your insides tightened on Hyunjjin's fingers, additionally stimulating you during orgasm.

After you don't know how long, but it felt like an eternity, you stopped shaking and finally you could take a breath, a shallow but breath. You felt exhausted but fulfilled.

The happy boy removed his fingers from you and placed his hand on your chin, turning your face towards him. He placed a sweet but not so passionate kiss on your lips.

"You did a good job sweetie…Now I'm going to apologize to you, I have to deal with the problem I have because of you too." He said getting up from the water, immediately covering his crotch.

You quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him down. You closed the distance between the two of you until you were millimeters apart.

"Maybe I can help you?" You licked your lips flirtatiously and placed your hand on his crotch.

He smiled and dragged you to the bathroom with him.

You don't know how, but no one was in the bathrooms, so you slipped in unnoticed. You closed the door behind you and slowly walked over to the boy who was leaning against the sink. Every step you took was flirtatious and a smirk appeared on your face. You licked your lips and untied your costume top. The bra fell to the ground, exposing your breasts fully, which made Hyunjin bite his lip and pull you to him.

He immediately grabbed your breasts in his hands and started kneading them, occasionally focusing on your nipples, which were still erect with arousal. You placed your hand on his painfully hard cock and squeezed lightly. A moan of pleasure escaped the boy's lips.

Not wanting to wait any longer, you took off his shorts. The boy's erect penis was now in front of your eyes. It was large, as you'd expect, and a long thick vein ran the length of it, throbbing with the excess of tension that had accumulated in the boy.

You knelt down on your knees and ran your tongue along its entire length, wetting it a little. You took as much of it in your mouth as you could. You started to move your head back and forth, additionally making circles with your tongue around his cock. His dick filled your mouth and you tasted the slightly salty taste of precum on your tongue.

Hyunjin grips your hair tightly, wanting to keep from exploding in your mouth. Not yet, the fun would be over too soon, and you were driving him crazy and he wanted to enjoy this moment as long as possible.

The boy was so horny that the pleasure you gave him clouded his thoughts. He gripped your hair tighter and slid even deeper down your throat. You were getting better at deepthroat but still couldn't stop the gag reflex. Small tears started to form in your eyes and you knew your throat would hurt afterwards, but you weren't about to pull away. The fact that you could own Hyunjin and taste his juices made you forget the pain.

The boy threw his head back, speeding up his movements, teasing your throat with his cock. You could see he was coming to an end, but you wanted to play with him a bit like he did with you.

So you took his penis out of your mouth, which was met with a grunt full of displeasure. However, you quickly grabbed his member in your hand, embracing his entire thickness tightly. You started to move your hand, carefully watching his reaction.

You wanted to give him the same experience that you got from him. You moved your hand at a relatively fast pace, licking the liquid dripping from its tip. You saw how your hand, combined with the nibbling of your mouth, was driving him crazy.

When you saw him dig his fingers hard into the sink so that they turned white, you knew he was close to climaxing. So you sped up your movements, not taking your eyes off him, watching him carefully all the time.

Even now, writhing at your touch, eyes tightly squeezed shut, leaning against the bathroom sink, hair streaming down his face, he looked unearthly. Even then, he turned you on and you felt the heat in your cunt again.

With just a few strokes, warm cum shot from his cock straight onto your face and breasts. White liquid ran down your cheeks and breasts, but you didn't mind, in fact, you could say it was quite sexy.

Hyunjin's whole body spasms as he shoots more and more juices and his eyes are tightly closed. It wasn't until he was done shaking that he opened his eyes and looked at you. You were kneeling in front of him topless, covered in his cum, looking at him like a cute little kitten. You made him very excited.

“You are ours and only ours. You don't even know how much we all want you." He helped you up off the ground and wiped the cum off your cheek.

His words shocked you a bit, but you smiled at him and licked the finger he had just wiped your cheek with. You walked over to the sink and washed off the white mucus. Of course Hyunjin, after getting himself together, also helped you put on your costumes and in no time you were both ready to leave.

You opened the door slightly to make sure no one was around. You walked out of the bathroom first and Hyunjin followed you. You both returned to the main building. You sat on the lounger and Jinnie offered to bring you something to drink for your sore throat.

Only when the boy disappeared from your sight, Seonghwa sat next to you. At first you decided to ignore him, but he started talking to you.

"Are you happy that we will see each other more often?" You heard it from his lips, but you didn't want to react to it. "I moved to your school at the end of the school year and it's in your class so now we can do everything together again." He said as he moved to your lounger.

This information shocked you, your eyes went wide and your heart started pounding so hard you felt like everyone could hear it. You couldn't move, you literally froze in place and you had the feeling that you were about to panic. Your worst nightmare will be near you, and that's what you were so afraid of.

Fortunately, you were saved by Hyunjin, who came back with drinks, immediately noticed what state you were in and concluded that it was because of the boy who was sitting next to you. He pulled him away from you, knocking him to the ground.

“Get away from her!” The redhead raised his voice and sat next to you, placing his hand on your thigh, slowly stroking it to soothe you.

Seonghwa just got up from the ground and walked away from you without saying anything, but he didn't take his eyes off you.

“I’m here, shhh…Everything is fine.” Hyunjin spoke in a tender voice as he moved closer to you.

You immediately hugged him and started crying silently. You wanted to be in your room as soon as possible and did not leave it for the rest of the day.

"Get me out of here, Jinnie, please." You groaned, hugging him tighter.

He immediately picked you up and carried you to your room. You didn't have to wait long for the rest of the boys to rush over to you. Everyone was worried and everyone was pissed at Seonghwa, especially Minho. You could see he was so angry, like he could kill your ex right away.

When everyone was in the room with you, you felt safe and could smile again. You changed into dry clothes, so did the others, making sure that at least 2 people were with you in the room.

Once you were all dressed in normal clothes, you started talking and laughing, completely forgetting about your ex. You felt so good around the boys, safe, calm and loved.

Sitting on the bed like that, you watched each of them carefully and with every second you were more and more sure that you feel something for each of them and they feel something for you. You didn't blame yourself or feel guilty about it, just each boy, in his own way, made you feel special.

You spent the rest of the day and night laughing and playing, joined by Daisy and Cameron when they returned to the room. Only after long hours spent together, everyone went to their rooms.

You were lying in bed happy and blissful, thinking that you have such wonderful friends and can feel safe with them. And with that thought, you fell asleep rested for the next day.

<;- Part 14 | Part 16 ->

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slothspaghettiwrites · 2 years

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Thank you for tagging me @foxgloveprincess @sparkledfirecracker. I actually have something I can share. 😂

Rules: Write the latest line from your wip and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don't reblog.

"You are really doing this again?" My dad finally asked.

It's not a good day for Daddy Tony and his babygirl... Or maybe it is 🤔🤔🤔

Tagging anyone who wants to play, no pressure.

#tag game #work in progress #sleepless in stark towers #👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀#maybe i will hype myself up to finish it this week

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ironstrange1991 · 2 years

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Strange Love (Part 1)

Angst / +18 Smut

Pairing: DoctorStrange!Supreme x Fem!Reader Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: After Escape from the traumas of the past, the reader finds shelter in Stark Tower and begins a new life that is threatened with the arrival of a visitor from another universe.

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Kidnapping, Mentions of abuse and traumas, Mentions of blood and wounds, Sexual content (P in V).

A/N: Specific plot parts and character powers may differ from what is seen in the movies and comics. I didn't try to make the story faithful to what we see in the MCU, this being used only as reference. Loki is only a tiny part of the story so if you don't like him don't worry ;)

English is not my first language so this will probably have some grammatical mistakes, I hope it doesnt spoil your experience.

Chapter 1: A Strange Visitor

It was late at night and all your instincts were on alert. Something wasn't right.

After all the traumas you went through after arriving in NY, you knew how to detect certain things and learned not to ignore certain sensations when they arrived.

Loki was far away trying to sort himself out with the TVA, which made you anxious and worried, but you needed to trust that he would make it or you would never have peace.

So there you were, staring at the dawn through the window after a sleepless night and worried about something you couldn't say what it was.

The day dragged on slowly and anxiously, every time someone called your name you scared yourself thinking something bad was happening, but when something got out of your control, it wasn't someone who informed you, you saw what was happening yourself. right before your eyes.

The vision was blurred and frightening. Stephen Strange was struggling. Defending himself against an enemy you couldn't see. Wong was passed out on the floor. Doctor Strange surrendered and then shouted “Look around you, do you think this is going to end well? Every time we interfere with reality we bring destruction.”

The voice that answered Stephen was familiar, but it held a frightening tone that you had never heard.

“It's nothing I can't fix.”

Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed that the speaker was Doctor Strange, or at least a version of him.

When you came back to the reality of the living room in Stark Tower, you were scared. You wanted to pretend that this was just a dream, nonsense, but you couldn't help but see it as some kind of premonition. More importantly, you couldn't hide it from Strange. He needed to know about that threat as soon as possible. He would know what to do.

You headed for the Sanctum Sanctorum as fast as you could. You slammed the door, but no one answered. The door opened as you tried the handle and entered what was a totally different place than the last time you saw it, all the furniture lying on the ground.

“Doctor Strange" You called, but no one answered. "We need to talk about something I saw…"

Doctor Strange's voice came to you strangled and scared

“[Y/N] ... run now.”

You turned to run, but the door closed in front of you and Doctor Strange spoke again.

“Welcome, my dear.”

A chill ran down your spine and when you turned around you saw him for the first time: Stephen Strange. Well, some kind of Stephen Strange.

Doctor Strange was lying on the floor beside Wong. Another Stephen Strange was walking towards you.

“I knew you would come. I could feel you watching me. I see that this universe has done you good, your skills are much more developed here.”

You did not answer.

“Allow me to introduce myself, but it may seem a little strange.” He smirked “I'm Doctor Stephen Strange.”

You nodded, trying not to show how much that scared you.

“I know who you are. I saw you some time ago, knew you would come at some point.”

“Of course, your skills are exceptional.” He said looking proud.

“[Y/N]... run.” Doctor Strange shouted irritating the other Doctor Stephen Strange who gagged him with a spell.

“Please don't hurt him.”

Strange smiled evilly. He was slightly different from the Doctor Strange you knew. He looked mad. He had dark circles under his eyes, his hair was disheveled. Yet it was him. Scarily him”

“I imagine it must be difficult for you to understand, but this Stephen Strange never deserved you. He's weak, he would never do for you the things I've done, he'd never sacrifice as much as I've sacrificed.”

You were confused, but you let him finish.

“You deserve the best version of me.”

Doctor Strange stumbled to his feet and walked down the stairs approaching. He tried to speak, muttering under the gag. The scary Doctor Strange removed the gag.

“I think there's been a mistake, my relationship with [Y/N] is purely...

“We are friends” You said finishing “We are nothing more than just friends.”

Stephen Strange smirked “Stephen... you are even worse than I imagined. You have no idea how precious she is, what I've done to have her again, the things I've sacrificed and you have her here as a friend?”

“Strange...” The two looked at you “Is there a version of me in your universe?”

He smiled and now he looked less scary, even sad “There was, but I lost her. Her death is an absolute point in my universe, it's what triggered the events that made me Doctor Strange, therefore immutable. The things I did to bring her back...”

“Are you saying there was no accident?” Doctor Strange showed his hands to the other Stranger who denied it “In my universe I lost my heart. I lost her” He pointed to you.

It was surreal to admit that other versions of you existed, let alone accept that one of those versions was in love with Stephen Strange.

“I'm sorry” You said “But I'm not her. Me and Doctor Strange are just friends.”

Stephen Strange smiled “You are her, you just have to remember.”

Stephen seemed to understand what he intended “No, you can put the whole universe in danger using that spell.”

Strange didn't seem to mind “I've already destroyed one universe to save her, I would destroy them all if I had to.”

That creepy Doctor Strange approached you with his black and purple cloak and touched your face and smiled confidently. A portal opened and he dragged you through it.

You were in another Sanctum Sanctorum, but you didn't know where.

“Are we in another universe?”

He smiled “We're at the London’s Sanctum.”

“The masters of this Sanctum. You killed them?”

He didn’t answer.

You went silent, you were at the mercy of a terrifying and infinitely more powerful version of Doctor Strange. You were terrified.

He approached and touched your face “For so long I imagined this moment, now you are here beside me, alive.”

“Strange... I'm not who you expect me to be.”

“Of course you are. You are scared now, but everything will make sense when you remember everything we've lived together.”

“I can't remember something I haven't experienced. In this universe I never fell in love with Doctor Strange.”

He approached dangerously and then kissed you. You were paralyzed.

“We'll make new memories.”

...

“Stark we need you” Doctor Strange entered through a portal in Tony Stark's workshop in the Stark Tower.

Tony stared scared “Can you stop doing this? You scared me.”

“Yeah... I'm sorry, but I need your help.”

“Another alien attack?”

Doctor Strange shook his head negatively “It's infinitely worse.”

He told Stark about his dark version and everything he knew and that you had been kidnapped.

Tony went silent.

“Tony, It's not your fault, no one could fight him at that stage of power.”

Tony stared at him “How is that possible? If he is you from another universe, how can he be stronger?”

“Centuries of forgotten knowledge, dark magic training, absorption of other magical beings.” Stephen looked perplexed “I always thought I was irresponsible, especially after everything that happened with Peter Parker, but this is a limit of irresponsibility that I never dreamed of exceeding.”

“And how did he get here?”

“I don't know. But he is here and he is with her.”

“Why? Why he needs her?”

Strange sighed “Because in his universe Stephen Strange and [Y/N] were engaged."

Tony chuckled nervously “Say it again”

“The accident that destroyed my hands, that made me become Doctor Strange, in his universe killed her. He tried to bring her back, learned everything he could for that, but her death is an absolute point in that universe, therefore immutable.”

Tony agreed “So he came to get [Y/N] to take her to his universe."

Tony felt a primal fear of losing you.

“Stark, he destroyed his entire universe to get her back. He won't stop.”

Tony got up “So we’ll stopped him. I won't leave her alone with that lunatic bastard... no offense.”

Doctor Strange sighed “We don't have much time.”

“What are you talking about?”

“There is a spell, dangerous, but theoretically possible. If he uses it... it's irreversible”

“What does it do?”

“He re-signifies the essence of [Y/N] of his universe and condenses her memories..."

“Okay, translate that.”

“He downloads [Y/N]’s memory from his universe into [Y/N]'s mind.”

Tony's eyes widened “What would happen to her? Would it cease to exist? Would we lose her forever?”

“I don't know. This spell has never been used by our order of mages. It's something hideous that requires dark magic. Messing with reality this way, interfering with the multiverse this way…” Doctor Strange went silent.

Tony held his breath waiting for him to finish explaining.

“I don't know what would happen to her, but I know it would destroy our universe the same way he destroyed his.”

…

You were trapped in London's Sanctum Sanctorum. There was no getting away from this situation, you were dealing with a very powerful sorcerer who had gone completely insane.

You struggled to keep your head straight, trying not to completely freak out. That whole multiverse theory that Loki had talked about, that Doctor Strange had explained, was scary enough in theory, in practice it was just maddening.

Yet something about the whole story moved you in a strange way. How could there be another version of you that was so different from what you are? Such an uncomplicated version, how was that possible?

Wouldn't that [Y/N] have gone through the same traumas as you? Wouldn't she have suffered at the hands of her own family like you did? Wouldn't she have to run away like you and taken shelter in Tony Stark’s Tower?

You still couldn't conceive the idea that you had a relationship with Doctor Strange. In your universe, Doctor Stephen Strange was someone you rarely spoke to. You couldn't understand how you could be in love with him. But another universe was supposed to mean a completely different life, and in that life you were Doctor Strange's fiancé and you were dead.

Why was fate so cruel to them? You couldn't imagine the pain that Doctor Strange was going through all those years alone, scared trying to bring you back. You could feel that pain somehow and along with it, you could empathize with all of his suffering.

Stephen Strange returned to the hall after some time. You were sitting in an armchair facing the fireplace and you startled when you saw him standing next to you.

“You don't have to be afraid of me. I would never hurt you.”

You nodded. His hair was combed now, his goatee trimmed as if he was trying hard to look more restrained and less scary. He wore a dark tunic with a leather belt at the waist and black boots. Something your universe's Doctor Strange use to wear, but this Doctor Strange had a black and purple cloak instead of the blood red one.

His eyes still had dark circles under them and a haze that made him look like he was a thousand years old, and somehow you didn't doubt that was true. Yet he was terribly like the Doctor Strange you knew.

He sat in another armchair in front of you “There is a spell, I've been studying it for a few years.”

You nodded, trying to stay calm, but you were terrified. “Will it hurt?”

“Never.”

You nodded “The people I know, my friends... will I forget about them?”

Strange sighed “Possibly. There are no parameters to support us, this spell has never been performed before.”

You went silent having a bad feeling about this. You needed someone to rescue you from that man before he had time to perform such spell.

“Strange... Don't do that” You asked in vain. You knew he'd had that idea fixed in his mind for years, maybe centuries, and he wouldn't give up easily.

He smiled but doesn't respond.

You felt a tightness in your chest. Maybe that was fate calling you. Their love made more sense than your daily madness. But you loved Loki, or at least you thought you loved him, sometimes you wondered if you really knew what love was. All you've ever known is abuse and negligence. You found a sense of brotherhood and friendship with Tony and Natasha and an intimacy with Loki that was strange but very welcome. You weren’t willing to give that up.

“Come on, you need to rest. I'll show you where your room is.”

You followed Strange upstairs and down a long corridor. He opened the door and he entered a spacious room with dark rugs and curtains. The furniture was old Victorian type. You were relieved it wasn't a dungeon.

“Are you hungry? I can order something to eat.”

“I am fine."

He nodded and walked out closing the door behind him and walked to you. You felt your body stiffen as he approached looking at you with eyes you never imagined Doctor Strange looking at you.

Stephen Strange was a handsome guy but you'd never looked at him the way this Stephen Strange wanted you to.

He stopped just inches away from you “The last time we saw each other we were celebrating. I was going to speak at a ceremony and you asked me for Creme Brûlée” His voice was slightly choked “A car hit us on the road. I tried to bring you back so many times, for years... I thought I would never see you again... I can't explain how happy it makes me to have you by my side.”

Your heart raced pounding in your ears. You could almost feel a heat inside rising up. He wasn't crazy, he was just in love... with you. How was that possible?”

He smiled “I'm sorry. I know you don't remember, but something tells me that maybe you can feel it.” He took your hand and placed it on his chest over the tunic “We love each other.”

You instinctively pulled your hand away and backed away. Your chest was warm from those words, you could almost feel something and it scared you. The intensity of his gaze, the words, all that pain. you didn't want to admit it.

“I'm sorry... it's a lot to...”

“I know. Try to rest.”

He left the room and you sat on the bed completely bewildered.

Why was you feeling that way? It was almost as if you could feel something for him, but how could you feel something that hadn't happened to you?

Your mind was in a whirlwind and you suddenly remembered Loki. You needed to see him one last time before you were cosmically brainwashed.

You stayed there in the room watching the place through the window. You've never been to London. You've never been anywhere.

Your mind wandered to your memories with Loki, it was trying to catch up with him.

It was crazy, you'd done it just once and without intending to. You had simply maintained a connection with Loki's mind that had brought him to you, but doing it premeditatedly seemed to me a rather ridiculous idea.

Still you needed to try. You forced yourself to think about what you wanted him to know: "Tony and Doctor Strange need you and Thor right now."

You repeated the phrase in your head, but nothing happened. You didn't know what you wanted to happen. It wasn't like he was going to respond.

You lay down on the bed to rest. your head ached from the exertion and you ended up falling asleep.

You woke up in the middle of the night and decided to test the door. It was open.

You left the room walking through the unfamiliar corridors and down the stairs. That Sanctum Santorum was exactly like the one in NY, even the furniture was the same. You had visited the place once with Thor when you went to talk about Loki and his TVA stories, but you hadn't really paid attention to the place until then.

You looked for something that looked like a kitchen and found it, but there was nothing there. Your stomach growled with hunger. You had a glass of water and was walking back to the hall when you heard a loud, frightening noise. When you looked towards the noise you saw Doctor Strange fighting with something that looked like an octopus. You were mesmerized watching him use magic. He was graceful and terrifying at the same time. You've never seen Doctor Strange do the things that Doctor Strange did.

You couldn't believe your eyes: Strange sucked the octopus into him, absorbing it and when he opened his eyes they were like flashes of red light.

The noise ceased and Doctor Strange used magic to repair the damage the fight had done to the hall. He stopped with his back to where you were hiding.

“You can leave now. It's safe.”

You were embarrassed, but walked over to him.

“I was just... looking for something to eat when I heard the noise of the fight... I didn't want to…”

He smiled, but the smile never seemed to reach his eyes. His eyes had deep circles under them and they always looked so sad. His face was scarred, he looked tired and much older than the Doctor Strange from your universe.

“I'll get you something to eat. Sorry, I'm not used to having company.”

You sat in the armchair facing him “It’s okay”

You couldn't help but notice how awkward you felt when in his presence. The fear you felt when you saw him for the first time gradually disappeared and gave way to something different that you didn't understand.

He noticed the way you was looking at him “ You can ask me anything you want”

“How did you do that? The Doctor Strange I know doesn't do that. I think.”

He got serious “Hundreds of years of practice. The Stephen Strange of this universe is very young, he hasn't developed a fraction of the power he can develop.”

You sighed “He is... please don't hurt him.”

He smiled “You told me you didn't feel anything for him.”

You disagreed “I said I wasn't in love with him, but he's a decent man, he helped me when I asked for his help, and he's helped keep things under control here in our universe. He's a good man.”

He agreed “I'm not here to hurt anyone, I just want what's rightfully mine.”

You nodded hesitantly, but you needed to tell the truth “Strange... this isn't going to end well.. it's going to hurt people.”

He looked at you regretfully.

“I saw what you're going to do to this universe. Your interference here will destroy it as it destroyed yours.”

Strange got up in exasperation “I won't give you up. I lost you before, I won't lose you now. Not again”

You were startled by his reaction and noticed that there was blood dripping from his clothes. “You are hurt.”

He shook his head negatively “I'm fine, don't worry.”

You didnt understand why you cared, but you approached him

“Let me see it.”

He sighed in surprise and shrugged off his cloak and untied his tunic baring his chest and back.

You couldn't help but feel the blush on your face.

There was a huge gash on his chest and another on his back as if something had gone through him. “This... needs a doctor.”

“I am a doctor.”

You disagreed “You cannot treat yourself.”

“I've been doing this for centuries.” He groaned when you touched it “It's not serious, don't worry.”

“Let me help you at least.”

He smiled “There are bandages upstairs.”

He opened a portal and then answered your mute question “I'd better avoid the stairs for the moment.”

You agreed and went with him.

You entered another room very similar to the room you spent the afternoon in. He sat up in bed. A closet door opened with a wave of his hand. You went there and got bandages and alcohol.

“You'll need the suture kit.”

You stared at him perplexed “But I... I don't know...”

“I'll show you how to do it.”

You agreed.

You cleaned the wound as best you could, but it looked so deep. He grimaced every time you touched him, but he didn't object.

When it came time for suturing he showed how you should do it by putting the first stitches on and you continued. You finished in the back cutting the line and glued the bandage.

“Thanks.”

You sat next to him on the bed “What happens to them when you do that?”

He looked at you surprised by the question.

“They die, but their powers merge with mine.”

“Can Stephen do that too?”

“He could if he wanted to, but he won't.”

“How you know?”

“Because he lacks motivation. Only a very strong reason would lead him to use that kind of magic. He didn't lose what I lost.”

You stared at your hands “I wouldn't want to see him...”

“Like me?”

You sighed “Were you like him? It's not fair what happened. I'm very sorry.”

He touched your face “It's been terrible years trying to get you back, but now I have you... at least in parts.”

Loki's face came to your mind. However, at that moment you saw no other way out than to give in to that Strange. After all, if that was your destiny in another universe, wouldn't it be in this one too? Either way, you needed to protect the ones you loved. You couldn't let him destroy your universe.

You touched his face and kissed him. His lips were cautious on yours and his hand touched your hair holding you in that moment. You couldn't deny that something in the moment warmed your heart and you convinced yourself there was no other way.

When your lips parted you felt your face heat up and got up in a hurry “I'll throw this away” You said taking the bloodstained bandages and he didn't object.

You walked out of the room feeling his eyes on your back. How was it possible? Why was you feeling that way?

You got rid of the bandages and went back to the bedroom. You needed a bath, clean clothes, and food. You felt your chest tighten thinking about your apartment in the Stark Tower and Loki. You would give anything to be with Loki in that moment, but you knew you couldn't see him again. If you wanted to stop Doctor Strange from destroying the universe using that spell, you needed to show him that the spell wasn't necessary, that you was capable of loving him as much as you loved in his universe. You needed to make him believe that, even if it meant sacrificing your love for Loki.

The day dragged on and you didn’t see Strange again. It was night when he knocked on your door.

You opened it and he was dressed in an elegant suit and handed you a covered coat rack.

“Get dressed, I'll take you to dinner.”

You agreed surprised. You put on the dress, a strappy midi and heels.

It was particularly cold that night, but you didn't ask.

You tied your hair up and left the room. It was far from neat, but Strange stared at you in amazement and smiled, handing you an elegant black coat.

"Let's go." He held out his hand to you. His hand was smooth it didn't have the strange scars that covered Doctor Strange's hands, and it didn't shake neither.

He took you to a nice restaurant downtown. He drove fast through the busy streets and got out of the car opening the door for you.

You sat at a table in a very private place.

"It's a pleasure to serve you, Mr. Strange,” said the discreet waiter. "Your wine catalog and menu."

“Thanks.”

He walked away and you watched as everyone kept looking at you.

“I recently discovered that Stephen Strange is some kind of a celebrity in this universe.”

You nodded “He helped save it a few years ago.”

Strange agreed “He and the Avengers, whatever that means” He stared at the wine catalogue.

“They're my friends... the Avengers. They help people, some died fighting.”

He stared at you ignoring what you said “Did you choose what you want to eat?”

“Yes”

He called the waiter and ordered your plates and a red wine which the waiter brought right away.

He served you.

“How are you feeling?” You asked drinking the wine quickly to see if the alcohol helped you to deal with the situation.

“Much better, thanks for helping me.”

He thought for a moment “I've been thinking...”

You stared at him fearfully.

“I imagine your Avengers friends are planning to rescue you, it would be better for everyone if there wasn't a conflict.”

You vehemently agreed.

“I will allow you to return to NY to say goodbye and then I will perform the spell.”

You felt a chill down your spine.

“When?”

“I'll take you to NY tomorrow. We will perform the spell within three days.”

The waiter served your plates, but hunger had completely left you.

He began to eat elegantly and you forced yourself to do the same. How could you convince him not to use that spell?

You finished dinner and Stephen insisted on serving you Creme brûlée. It was far from being your favorite dessert, but you savored it slowly under his thrilled eyes. And that was the hardest, he expected from you what you were in his universe, but you were a completely different person.

You got back to Sanctum Santorum and he walked you to your bedroom door.

“Thank you for the night” He said “I had forgotten what it was like.”

You nodded trying to smile.

“I'm sorry for making you hungry.” He smiled “Good night.”

“Goodnight.”

He walked away and you watched his back and in a rash act you called out to him.

He turned around and you kissed him, he held you tight in his arms and walked into the room and closed the door behind him.

Your lips parted and his hand ran over your face, his thumb caressing your lip. “You’re sure?”

You weren’t sure, but you needed to try. You needed to convince him that you could love him. “Yes”

He kissed you again and your hands unbuttoned his suit.

He pulled you onto his lap and carried you to bed. He took off his suit and tie and kissed you again.

You pulled him by the shirt on top of you. His lips roamed your neck, his hand caressed your thigh lifting the dress.

Your hands unbuttoned his shirt freeing him from it. His chest and back were bandaged. You touched his chest and pushed him down, laying him on the bed and he didn't hesitate. You straddled him, wrapping your legs around his hips.

He moaned softly against your lips and you shrugged off your dress and unbuttoned his pants. Your lips met again and you directed him inside you and moaned loudly.

Your body responded to him with an intimacy that scared you. It was as if making love to Doctor Strange was commonplace.

His kisses were passionate, your bodies moved in sync and you realized you didn't feel bad for the way it satisfied you. It was good.

He rolled over you slowly forcing himself inside you, kissing you and after an indeterminate time lapse to your confused and ecstatic mind, you came together.

He pulled you into his arms. You knew this was the moment to convince him. You don’t even had to lie.

“I can... feel something for you”

He looked at you in surprise and his eyes lit up.

"I can feel it," You said pulling him back to your lips. “It's not a memory, but I feel how happy we were.”

He held you in his arms “You are her.”

You didn't understand what you were doing, You felt strange there in his arms. You liked the feeling of being in his arms. It was confusing and scary and you didn't want to admit it even to yourself.

Kissing him, making love to him had been something so natural it felt ordinary, as if you'd done it dozens of times.

He caressed your face “I know you're afraid of the spell, but I promise you have nothing to fear.”

“I'm not afraid for myself, I'm afraid of the consequences. If everything is destroyed again, how could you be happy?”

He stared at the ceiling “I can make it work.”

“You can't” You said sitting down “I saw it.”

He sat up too, your bodies covered by a thin duvet.

“I went to see Doctor Strange because I needed to alert him to what I had seen.”

“What did you saw?”

“You. Everything around you was disintegrating.”

He sighed “You need to remember”

You caressed his face “I am her, but I am also me. The same person and yet different. Would you be able to love this version of me? Because if not, you're living a fantasy and not reality.”

He sighed regretfully “You speak like her.”

“You can remember for both of us and we can create our own memories.”

What was you doing? How could you promise a life with that man? You just wanted to make sure your universe continued. May the people you loved continue.

He stared at you “But this way she would still be dead.”

You touched his face “No, she's alive because you remember and I'm here. I am her."

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Tony Stark x Female!Reader: Angel

Summary: Eccentric he may be, but Tony really does have a handle on the whole fatherhood situation, it seems.

Rating/Tags: T (Father!Tony; Mother!Reader; inaccurate information about breastfeeding and alcohol; alcohol consumption; Post-Age of Ultron; Avengers Tower; not canon compliant; Pepper & Natasha & Reader; Pepper & Natasha & Tony; child-centric; domestic fluff; separation anxiety)

Challenge: “160 Collective Drabbles” challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.

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Angel

Being a first-time mother wasn’t exactly a walk in the park. You hadn’t expected it to be. Children–especially babies–were a big responsibility, and it didn’t help that your husband was a little eccentric. Nine months ago, you had given birth to a beautiful baby girl. Your life since then had been a whirlwind of sleepless nights, breastfeeding, and changing diapers. All the books told you you’d be busy, but none of them had suggested that you’d be so busy and worried that you would barely see anyone but your husband and daughter for nearly a year.

Apparently the strain was starting to show. When he had found you in hysterical tears while rocking Jasmine at three in the morning, Tony had had enough. You needed a day off, a day of beauty, a day of rest. Please, before he started crying, too.

You weren’t so sure at first. Leave your daughter? With her father? And who even knew if you still had friends after all this time?

But Tony had put his foot down, and, in the end, you were glad he had. You were even gladder that Natasha and Pepper had been willing to drop everything and come out with you that night. Dinner without baby food being thrown in your face? Delightful. Adult discussion between three adult women? Divine. You almost hated for the evening to draw to a close, but it was dark outside, and you did hate to leave Tony alone to deal with Jasmine’s post-bedtime hunger pangs.

“Is Tony keeping you locked up in the tower over there? Do we need to stage a rescue attempt?” Natasha demanded when you voiced this sentiment.

You shot a discreet look to see if the driver of your limousine had heard this suggestion as the three of you slid in after dinner. Luckily, Happy did not look as though he cared at all what any of you had to say.

“No,” you said, a little too quickly, then laughed.

“Good, ‘cause your hair is nowhere near close to being long enough for me to climb. I suppose I could get Clint to make me an entry point–”

“No rescue attempts,” interrupted Pepper. “That tower is still Stark Industries property, and I cannot tell you what a headache it is to get damage done by superheroes paid off by the insurance company.”

“You’re no fun, Pep. I don’t think you’ve had enough to drink,” Natasha said.

“And you’ve had too much. If you tried climbing up the tower tonight, I’d wind up with a suicide investigation on my hands on top of everything else.”

“Please. You act like alcohol affects me.”

“Oh, sure,” you broke in, “keep talking about wine in front of the breastfeeding lady. Not like it was bad enough watching you drink it over dinner.”

“Fine, fine.” Sitting back, Natasha peered out the window as the vehicle chugged slowly through the congested Manhattan streets. You must not have been very close your destination, because she soon turned her grin back to you. “I can’t believe you let us drink in front of you.”

“I can’t believe Tony lets you breastfeed,” Pepper said as she eyed your boobs.

You frowned and held a defensive hand in front of them. “Why wouldn’t he let me breastfeed?” you asked, and Natasha replied with an immediate amused snort.

“Well, he probably thinks of them as his, and we all know Tony doesn’t like to share,” said Pepper. “And it doesn’t exactly keep you…pert.”

“My breasts are plenty pert, thank you.” Though you shook your head, it wasn’t in earnest. It felt good to be back among your best friends, even with them teasing you so relentlessly. “Tony doesn’t care if I use them to feed our daughter so long as he gets to play with them later. He’s a good dad, you know?”

“Really?”

You shot Pepper a look that she returned with a bashful smile.

“Sorry,” she said. “It’s just…he’s Tony. He’s never been very responsible.”

“He’s responsible with Jasmine.”

“I’m gonna call B.S. on that one. If he’s so responsible, why’d it take you nine months to leave him alone with her?” Natasha asked.

“Thank you, Natasha,” Pepper said before you could answer.

“That has nothing to do with Tony,” you said flatly.

“Enlighten us,” said Natasha.”

“How?”

“What does he do?” Pepper asked. “Whenever I’ve come by to see her, Tony is nowhere around.”

“Because he’s busy,” you hedged.

“With what?” asked Natasha.

“I don’t know. Iron Man stuff.”

“Sounds about right,” Pepper muttered.

“He helps,” you said. “Just the other day he–”

“Ladies,” Happy interrupted as the door nearest to you popped open, “we’re here.”

“Thanks, Happy.” With no small amount of relief, you hopped out onto the pavement in front of Stark Tower. Your last name blazed in giant blue letters high above your head–the only lights on, save for a few inside one of the higher floors. “Goodnight!” you called, turning around. “Thank you for…”

Natasha and Pepper, both smirking, already stood outside the car.

“Will you be joining me?” you asked.

“Please,” said Natasha.

“I’d like to see evidence of this so-called responsible Tony you speak of,” Pepper added.

A pause, then you smiled widely. “Be my guests.”

With that, your troop (minus Happy, who left to find a place to park the limo) headed inside. The lobby’s overhead lights flashed on as you marched toward the lift, but not a soul stirred. No one remained on staff this late on weekends now that most of the Avengers had moved to the New Jersey facility. Normally the echoing emptiness didn’t bother you, but then normally you were inside your floor with your family. Out here without them, said emptiness was entirely too good at reminding you of your multitude of worries.

You hadn’t lied when you told Natasha and Pepper that Tony was responsible with Jasmine. It was also true that he was not the reason behind your self-imposed exile. Still, you couldn’t help remembering the last and only time before this that you had left your husband and daughter alone in the tower together.

Jasmine hadn’t been in any danger, of course. It was just that, in only the space of time it took for you to pick up groceries, he had somehow managed to get your daughter in the lower half of a tiny, infant-sized suit of Iron Man armor. He swore up and down that he had no plans to test out the suit’s flight capability, but the fact remained that he had built your baby a suit with flight capability to begin with. After that, your worry over what other things his paranoia might cause him to try didn’t seem so far-fetched.

Not that you were about to mention any of this to your friends. They didn’t need to know that you suffered from your own personal brand of paranoia as well. Besides, you and Tony had hashed all the rules out before you had left for the day. Nothing could have gone wrong, nothing at all.

“What is that?” Pepper asked suddenly, frowning at the lift’s roof. When you followed her gaze, you noticed that the ceiling was shaking slightly–a bad sign, but you did not realize just how bad until you felt bass start to rumble through the entire elevator.

“Sounds like somebody’s being real responsible,” Natasha observed.

Heart in your throat, you glared at her, then rushed off the lift as soon as the doors rolled open. A wave of loud music hit you like a truck, forcing your eyes to screw shut.

“TONY!” you bellowed. Your voice didn’t even carry to your own ears. You let out a groan and stomped your way up the hall, completely forgetting about your companions in the process.

The rock music grew in volume the nearer you got to the kitchen, so you had to be going in the right direction. What did Tony think he was doing? No way could Jasmine sleep through this racket. And how could he hear her if she started crying? And here you had just been bragging to your friends and his business associates that he was a responsible parent! Responsible parents didn’t have loud parties when they were supposed to watching their children!

“Tony!” you screamed again, bursting through the silver doors into the room all the commotion was coming from.

Again, you couldn’t even hear yourself, but that didn’t matter when you fell quiet almost instantly at the sight of your kitchen covered ceiling to floor in some sort of greenish goop. You covered your mouth with a gasp, and though that was quieter than your shrieking, it was enough movement, apparently, to catch the eye of the man wiping at the mess. He looked around, spotted you, and all of a sudden the music died away.

“Hey, honey. You’re home early.” Tony approached you, dirty rag in hand, to press a kiss to your cheek.

Instinctively, you shoved him away to scowl into his face. “What did you do to my house?” you said.

He came to a full stop, confusion washing cross his features. Your pointed look at the goop dripping slowly toward the tile seemed to clear that up for him. “Me?” he said incredulously. “That wasn’t me.”

“Who else was supposed to have done it? We agreed no parties!”

“Funnily enough, I do have the ability to recall something we discussed less than half a day ago. There was no party.”

And now Tony was lying to you! “What is all this, then? Where’s Jasmine? Tony, I trusted you to–”

“[Name],” came Pepper’s voice behind you.

Startled, you turned to see her and Natasha standing there, with Natasha pointing wordlessly to the other side of the room. You whirled about and found Jasmine’s high chair sitting at the end of the kitchen island. Jasmine sat inside it, skin and dark hair covered in the same mashed-something all over your wall. She didn’t seem to notice you were there at all as she picked at the remains of the food on her tray.

Husband all but forgotten, you let out a quiet moan and raced over to your daughter to press your face into the top of her soft head. Your heart had not quite yet stopped racing when you heard Tony ask, “What are you two doing here?” from somewhere across the room.

“We wanted to see you being responsible,” Pepper answered.

“Looks like you did a good job, too,” said Natasha.

“FRIDAY!” Tony called.

“Yes, Boss?”

“We talked about this, didn’t we? We talked about you letting people walk into the house without giving me warning.”

“Miss Romanoff and Miss Potts came inside with Mrs. Stark. Does that still require notification?”

“A little notification might have been nice. Damn, I miss JARVIS.”

You didn’t bother getting involved with the inner workings of Tony’s AI’s programming. It seemed a far more important task to caress your daughter with open hands, checking each and every inch of her beautiful skin for any signs of damage–or perhaps faint indentations left by seams of armor. There were none. Jasmine was every bit as perfect as she had been when you’d left only a few hours ago.

“She’s fine,” you said weakly. “Just fine.”

To your surprise, Tony had followed you there. He pressed a quick kiss to the top of Jasmine's head himself before rolling his eyes at you. “Sure, I’m the one that threw baby food at the wall. Not your perfect, precious angel.”

“I’d believe it,” said Pepper.

“Nobody asked you.”

With an eye roll of your own, you finally kissed Tony back. Jasmine really was fine, save for being nearly as dirty as your kitchen. A bath would fix that, though, something that couldn’t fix her making a hole in the ceiling if Tony had really decided to teach her to fly.

“How did you get her to calm down?” you asked.

“Put on some better music,” he answered. “I tried that classical crap you suggested, and Jazz freaked out. Wouldn’t quit screaming until I changed the channel. She’s got good taste, I’ll give her that. Must have got that from her father,” he added with a smirk.

Shaking your head, you pivoted back to your friends. “See? Responsible. He’s great. Now, I’m sorry to kick you out, but we’ve really got to get started cleaning up before this stuff dries.”

You got set to walk Natasha and Pepper as far as the elevator door. There was a lot of scrubbing to do, both of the house and of your child. Before your trio could get very far, however, Tony stepped in the way.

“Hey. You don’t have to leave just yet.,” he said.

"They…don’t?” you asked blankly, and then Tony was herding all of you back toward the other entrance.

“Of course not. [Name], you were gone for about two hours. While I understand why you don’t think I’m capable of giving you a quiet night out, it still wounds me. Jazz and I have got the situation handled. It’s only eight o’ clock. How about you grown-up girls go into the parlor for a nightcap and some chitchat?”

He ended by pressing his forehead against yours and staring very deeply into your eyes. It was always very difficult to resist Tony when he did that, but you still had to try. “But–”

“That’s an order.” After pressing a finger to your lips to prevent further arguing, Tony stepped away and gestured for the door.

Natasha and Pepper looked at each other, looked at Tony, then looked at you.

“Sounds good to me,” Pepper said, shrugging.

“I don’t have anywhere else to be,” said Natasha.

They clearly needed no further urging. Without anything else being said, the two of them sauntered around the corner and disappeared. You, however, remained hovering in the doorway. So maybe you were suffering from a bit of separation anxiety, and maybe you just wanted to kick your friends out so you could get back to having your daughter all to yourself. Was that really so wrong?

“[Name], what’s the matter now?” Tony asked.

“I just–you don’t have to clean the mess up all by yourself,” you answered nervously, as though Tony would catch you in this obvious lie.

He must have, because he let out one of his most dramatic sighs, the kind he usually reserved for when Pepper started heckling him about business, before placing both his (baby food-coated) hands on your bare shoulders.

“Let me be responsible for the kid for once. Think of it as me…asking for a favor. That’s it. I’m asking for a favor. Now go.”

With that, your eccentric husband shoved you out the door. A moment later, and his music started up again–a little quieter than before, though not by much. You had been unceremoniously banished. When you looked over at the bar, you spotted Natasha and Pepper already making themselves at home.

“Got you a Sprite ready,” Natasha called, pointing to a glass sitting on the counter after she caught your eye.

You heaved a sigh of your own. “Gee. Thanks,” you said as you walked over and picked up the cup. Both women clinked their own against yours, and you all took the first swig at the same time. Once you had downed yours, you made a face. “Worst night cap ever.”

They laughed. You even managed a smile in return. After all, Jasmine wouldn’t be a baby forever, and eventually you could go back to drinking real stuff. Until then, maybe it wasn’t so bad to give her some daddy-daughter time every once in a while. Judging by the singing, screaming, and pot-banging coming from the kitchen, those two were having the time of their lives together. And what did you know? Time away with Pepper and Natasha wasn’t so bad for you either.

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 6 months

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From the Ashes Pt. 24

Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs, Rhaegar POV

Words: 1659

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Book Two of Dārilaros hen ōrbar se perzys (Heir of Ash and Fire)

The scar that ran diagonally across his face was healing very well, but it would forever be imprinted onto his face. Rhaegar was just grateful he still had a nose and that his enemy’s blade didn’t slice it clean off. The wound was worth it if it meant saving Robert Baratheon’s life. Time and time again, Robert proved to be worth the small sacrifice. An intimidating foe with his warhammer, there were some men that actually fled from him when Robert brandished it. Who could blame them? Whenever Rhaegar sparred with Robert, he slightly feared that in the heat of the moment Robert would forget that they were just training. Once in battle, Robert was overcome by the Warrior.

Rhaegar smiles to himself. Once upon a time, he had despised Robert simply because the oaf was engaged to Lyanna Stark, his winter rose. But his feelings for Lyanna were changed. The very day he broke (y/n)’s heart was the day he stopped loving the engaged Stark girl. (y/n) had loved him all along and he had been too much of a fool to realize it.

And when he did. . . it was too late. Both (y/n) and their unborn child were dead.

Possibly by the hands of Aerys.

His chest always ached when he thought of (y/n), then burned with venomous hatred when he remembered that his own father could be responsible for the death of his wife. He couldn’t even keep the rage off of his face as it contorted his scar. When he finally gained access to the Red Keep, he would rip Aerys right off the Iron Throne. When nights were sleepless, Rhaegar would stay awake and imagine what he would do to Aerys. Would he strike him down immediately? Shall he chop of Aerys’ head or drive his sword deep into his throat? The worst thing Rhaegar could do to Aerys would be to send him down the Traitor’s Walk and have him rot in the dungeons; his madness to eat away at him until he was incontinent. Aerys didn’t deserve the mercy of a quick death.

Oberyn stepping into his tent had Rhaegar turning around and gripping his sword immediately. Concern shadowed the Dornishman’s eyes. “I think you need to see this, Prince Rhaegar.”

He needn’t say anymore. Up on his feet in seconds, the two princes exit to the fields of Tumbleton. They had settled their base just outside of the town’s perimeter. The lord who kept charge of Tumbleton had offered Rhaegar and his men a place at his own estates. Rhaegar politely declined and said he needed his army to be on the outskirts in case Aerys planned on sending them anymore wildfire.

Out in the distance, where Rhaegar could barely make out the piercing towers and walls of King’s Landing, flew a black cloud of ravens. In the sky they looked like a horde of bees as they began to break apart to go to their destinations.

“Shall I get someone to shoot down one of those ravens?” Oberyn asks. As usual when they weren’t in battle, Oberyn was shirtless. Showing off his tanned skin that rode over ample muscles. Thick black hair was tied back into a ponytail as he had been sparring with a knight from Storm’s End.

He nodded in agreement. This could not bode well.

For a well skilled archer, it was fairly easy to shoot into the swarm and pin one down. A black lump fell mid-flight, falling to the ground.

Rhaegar’s personal entourage hurried over to the large avian body and took the piece of parchment that was stuck to it’s ankle. Unrolling it, Rhaegar’s eyes roved over it:

“To the people that populate all of the Seven Kingdoms,

The young Prince Viserys and newborn Princess Daenerys have been abducted from Dragonstone.”

“Dragonstone is a formidable fortress. Who would have been able to kidnap two small children from it’s walls?” Griff commented incredulously.

Reading the rest of the missive, suddenly Rhaegar grins. It sent a slight shiver through Robert’s arms. “He’s going to try and blame this on me. According to this, any lord that has previously sworn allegiance to the throne must arrest me at first glance for treason. Apparently I am no longer next in line for the throne. If Viserys is to be found and returned to the king, Viserys will become the next in line. I am no longer his son.”

In disbelief, Griff takes the parchment from him and looks over it. “Treason! That bastard!”

Arthur Dayne was to be the one to find a little humor in it. “Well, you did always say how you resented being related to that man.”

“So it should be freeing to you.” nodded Oberyn. “This is good.”

“It doesn’t matter. Either way, I’m going to take the throne from him.” Rhaegar is looking to the direction of King’s Landing. The wildfire had died out but a week ago. If he wanted Rhaegar could easily march down to the Old Gate and charge into the Red Keep. His sword hand itched at the idea.

“Who do you think took Viserys and Daenerys then?” reminded Arthur.

That’s right. His siblings were missing. But at least they were out of the grip of Aerys. A sense of duty to make sure they were safe made Rhaegar halt in his plan for Aerys. His late mother would want him to protect his siblings. If he could be next to his mother as she died, the least Rhaegar could do was watch over Viserys and Daenerys. If his father got to them before he did, who knew what kind of monster he would raise Viserys to become. And poor Daenerys would probably be subjected to marry him if Viserys were to become king under Aerys.

“Arthur, do you think you’d be able to contact Varys?”

“I think I can, but that might have to wait Your Grace.” Stretching his arm out in front of him, he points to the horizon where small figures were beginning to bob into view.

The Targaryen black and red flag was growing larger.

Already Robert was calling his men into action. Dornishmen were quickly gathering around, someone handing Oberyn his armor and spear.

“Ser Jonothor Darry. What do I owe the pleasure of this visit to?” Taunts Rhaegar, his men trailing close behind him.

Jonothor Darry dismounted his horse. Underneath his helmet, Rhaegar could make out the hard line of his face. He did not smile and scowled over at Arthur Dayne. “You turncloak. You’re a knight of the Kingsguard. Have you no shame, Ser Arthur?”

“Oh I do.” Arthur steps forward and takes off his helmet so that his seething glare could be fully felt. “I have plenty of shame for ever serving the Mad King!”

The outline of his jaw tightens as he refrains any more interaction with Arthur. Both knew in battle that Arthur would win without a doubt. He was one of the best swordsman in Westeros. Even Jonothor had to grudgingly agree with that. From a small territory, it felt like charity to Jonothor that he was taken into the Kingsguard. He was from no illustrious family. A low lord was his father with not much land, but at least he was decently skilled with a sword. It was enough to earn his place but he was far behind his other brothers. Even Jaime Lannister had been better than him.

Returning his attention to Rhaegar, Jonothor clears his throat. “I have come out by order of King Aerys of House Targaryen, King of the Andals-”

“You don’t have to give me the spiel.” Rhaegar cuts him off. “Just get to the point.”

Jonothor flares his nostrils. “King Aerys demands the return of the Crown Prince Viserys and Princess Daenerys.”

An eyebrow is raised. “And he thinks I have them?”

“Who else would steal them?”

“Even if I did have them, I wouldn’t give them back to Aerys.”

“Then perhaps you’ll let us search your camp. If you are telling the truth then you have nothing to worry about.” Ser Darry gives Rhaegar what was meant to be a chilling smile, but the Silver Prince could not be scared easily.

Boisterous Robert exclaims “Like hell we’ll let you search our camp. The Prince and Princess aren’t here you little shit.”

Oberyn didn’t bother to suppress his laugh as he pat Robert on the back. Scarlet crept up on Jonothor’s neck and up to his ears. He moves for Robert before Griff and Rhaegar get in his way.

Cool violet eyes glare down the young knight who was in over his head. “And if I refuse?”

“Then prepare for battle.”

A subtle quivering of his sword hand made Rhaegar realize that Ser Jonothor Darry may not actually want to engage in battle with him. Sympathy softens Rhaegar’s voice. “I do not have them Ser. Truly. This war is between Aerys and myself. I wouldn’t dare risk the lives of those that need not get involved.”

The opposing knight shakes his head, suddenly feeling the weight of the gold that made up his armor. Was it worth it? “I was instructed to not take ‘no’ as an answer. Either I return with the prince and princess or I return with your head.”

“You will die for nothing.” Griff reminds him. For battle against Rhaegar would indeed mean his death.

“Better to die by Rhaegar’s hand then his father’s.” quietly admits Ser Jonothor. Now that sent a shiver down Rhaegar’s spine. All he said was true. A death by Aerys was not the way anyone wanted their life to end. It would be a slow and agonizing death.

Rhaegar didn’t want to kill any of the men that stood behind Ser Jonothor, but they feared Aerys more than death itself.

This was the price of the Iron Throne. A bloody and steep price.

Reluctantly Rhaegar nods and unsheathes his sword.

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random-writer-4884 · 2 years

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Bandage Wrap and some Sugar Chicken (Tony Stark X Depressed Reader)

Bandage Wrap and some Sugar Chicken

Tony Stark x Depressed Reader

By: @random-writer-4884

Description: After taking care of Tony and his mental health, your own mental health starts to collapse. You continuously push aside your own feelings until Tony and the team are away on a mission. While they're gone the temptation of the knife becomes a bit too much. (This fic is cannon divergent)

Content Warnings: Self Harm, Blood, cutting, descriptions of cutting, death, temporary death.

Nothing was wrong, per-say, you were just tired. It had been long. Long days, long weeks, long months. It had simply been long.

The fight against Loki had caused so many damages. The structural damage was glaringly obvious, although the repairs were happening quickly. I had watched as Stark Tower quickly became Avengers Tower. There have been a lot of changes to your home. You didn’t necessarily mind, it wasn’t too bad having more people to hang out with if you so chose to. Besides, you and Tony had a large handful of floors all to yourself. A few of those were only for you. And any floor you wanted to be out of reach for the avengers were entirely out of reach. Locked and kept strictly to you (and Tony).

Loki was under strict monitoring and was secluded to his own floor within the tower. With some help from the asgardians and shield, they were able to fashion some fancy, yet comfy, bracelets to keep him from using magic.

That was absolutely fantastic! Thor was very enthusiastic that his brother wouldn’t have to be locked in an asgardian prison (although it was rumored to be quite a nice place).

And while it was quite a well planned out solution, there was one thing that wasn’t taken into account.

Tony

The man who consistently pushes away his own thoughts and feelings for others. It's true that to the public eye he appears to be some spoiled rich man without a care in the world, no one has quite realized the impact becoming Iron-Man had made on him.

You had spent countless nights holding him while he suffered from Afghanistan, and how much trauma he had. Finally things had started to look up for him. He started doing some things for himself, smiling. How his smile lit up the room. Maybe it didn’t for others, but damn did it make you happy.

What no one had expected was for Tony to die. Granted he wasn’t dead now, but JARVIS had reported that once he fell from the wormhole and he was back online that Tony’s heart had stopped. It was a miracle he was alive, and while it was an amazing thing it left him with even more trauma.

More sleepless nights, he stopped smiling for himself again, and you did everything you could to be there for him. And after many more months of taking care of him you finally saw some progress. Smiles started returning, he was eating without having to be reminded. There were always bad days but it was so much better than before.

Of course nothing was exactly easy anymore. While you had been taking care of him, your own mental health had suffered. You wouldn’t call yourself suicidal, or even wanting to hurt yourself, but the knife was tempting.

Okay, maybe something was wrong, but you certainly weren’t going to admit that. Besides, Tony already had enough going on. With Loki living in the same building, it was hard to avoid the anxiety attacks.

Tony and the rest of the team were on a mission, you had a few hours left before they would return. Besides, once they did everyone would be exhausted, Tony would either lock himself into his workshop or he would go straight to bed. You had plenty of time all to yourself.

You went to your floor, and coded to lock Tony out. Although it really wouldn’t matter. No one would walk in on you.

“JARVIS, Turn off the cameras and audio surveillance in this room.”

“Miss, are you sure about that?” The AI pipped in relatively quickly

You sighed “Turn them off JARVIS.”

“Yes Miss.” Was the simple reply.

You sat down on the bed and pulled out your knife. You had made sure razors blades had been removed after Loki’s invasion, if for no other reason than because trauma can fuck with someones brain.

You took a deep breath and put the knife to your thigh.

Just one cut.

That turned into two

Into three.

Four…

Five…

Six…

You had forgotten how hard it could be once you started. The blood was addicting. Just a couple of droplets at first, then more. You had kept up with wiping it up, if for no other reason to avoid the question of blood on the sheets.

You sat for a few minutes, just wiping the blood as it fell. Not quite giving it the chance to stop. The pain stung, and it was somehow calming.

It was nice… until there was a loud knock at the door.

“JARVIS! I thought I locked down this floor!”

“You did Miss, but it has been overridden.” JARVIS calmly replied.

You quickly stuffed the knife and dirty towel under the sheets, ruffled your hair, and quickly hid underneath the covers. “Who is it?”

“It's me darling, open up please.”

It was Tony… and he wasn’t supposed to see this. You didn’t reply right away, and you heard his call to JARVIS.

“JARVIS, override the door lock and let me the hell in.”

Yeah that was expected. You heard a click and the door whirred open and closed as he walked in. You closed your eyes quickly, and slowly opened them when you felt his weight dip onto the bed.

“Good morning, sleepy head” he said as he placed his hand on your hair, gently brushing it aside. You faked a yawn and leaned into his hand.

“Morning. What time is it? You aren’t supposed to be back yet.” You said, trying to make it sound as sleepy and realistic as possible.

“It's late enough,” Tony said, “that you shouldn’t be in bed anymore.” He moved his hand so his thumb was right under your eye and gently rubbed in up and down. “And I’m home, because the mission didn’t need me anymore. Besides, I wanted to spend some time with you.”

“Tones that’s so sweet.” You feigned a stretch and another yawn. “I’ll get dressed and I’ll meet you in the living room in a few minutes and we can watch something or order some food.”

He nodded. Good, it would give you time to wrap this up and get dressed before he could figure it out. “Actually, I think I’d like to just stay here. Perhaps just some snuggles. I am a bit tired.”

“How about we get dinner! I’m sure you're absolutely starving! We could get some of the Shawarma you've been begging me to try?” You struggled trying to find anything to deter him from the bed.

He started to pick up the covers, and you quickly shuffled to try to pull them down.

“Darling” he started, before he even revealed your thighs “I know something is very wrong, and I need you to tell me. Otherwise I’ll find out myself. Alright?” You froze. There was no way you were getting out of this.

You weren’t speaking. Just staring at him in fear. What if he got angry? What if he threw you out?

He sighed as he continued lifting up the covers, revealing your thighs next to a bloody knife and towel. Tony looked from your thighs back into your eyes. You were shaking, and tears began to form in your eyes.

You closed your eyes and turned away, expecting some sort of outlash. Instead you were met with the towel gently pressing onto your thigh. You opened your eyes to watch him sit down next to you and gently dab at the wounds.

When he saw you staring he took one hand away to place on your face and gave a gentle kiss to your forehead. “It's alright sweetheart, I’ll be right back. I just need to grab something, alright?” You looked at him and nodded.

He got up from the bed and walked out the door, before it closed behind him you heard him call out to JARVIS. From there you couldn’t understand the conversation. So you simply sat there and waited for his return.

When you looked down at what you had done, you immediately felt terrible. Angry red lines glared back at you and you couldn’t stop the tears. With all you did to help Tony and not be a burden, here you are… being a burden to him.

He came back into the room a few minutes later, and sat down on the bed. He had a box in his hand that he set down so he could hold your face. “It's alright princess, cry all you need to. I’m right here for you.” With that he pulled you into his chest and held you as you cried, gently letting his fingers comb through your hair.

Once the sobs subsided, and you were left with some hiccups, Tony gently pulled you away from his chest. “I’m going to need to clean these now, is that alright darling?” You nodded as he opened the box he had set down. You didn’t watch as he cleaned it, but you felt as he gently wrapped it with a bangaging wrap.

When he was done, he slowly leaned over and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead. He pulled away with a gentle smile.

“C’mon now sweetheart. Dinner should be here any time now. I had JARVIS order that sugar chicken stuff you like from, ugh what was it?”

“Panda Express, sir” Jarvis piped in

“Yeah! That! I had him get whatever you tend to get, I can never remember between Panda and the family run place a few blocks away.” He smiled as he got up from the bed and grabbed one of his seriously oversized shirts and handed it to you.

“This should be nice and comfortable. Be gentle on that leg. Try not to sleep on it or do anything strenuous. It shouldn’t be needing stitches, but if they get torn open I’ll have to send you to get some. For now they’re good though.”

Once you finished fumbling with the shirt he handed you, you looked back up at him. “Tony?” Your voice was barely more than a whisper. He hummed in response. “How did you know what to do? And why weren’t you angry? And-”

Tony gently puts a finger to your mouth to cut you off. “I’m not angry because no one should get angry over this. Clearly you're hurting, and it wouldn’t help to get angry.” He sat back down next to you before continuing. “I’ve had my struggles too sweetheart, I didn’t want to risk you getting an infection. I got one once and ooh it was a struggle to deal with on my own. I didn’t need the press to get involved.”

He pulled you into a hug when JARVIS spoke through the speakers. “While I am very sorry to interrupt you both, your dinner has arrived and Mr. Hogan is getting very impatient since he cannot leave the elevator.”

Tony chuckled as he stood up. You went to follow but he reached an arm under your shoulder blades and the other under your knees and picked you up. You started to protest but Tony simply ignored you as he sat you down on the couch.

As Tony strutted to the elevator you realized you never actually found out why he was back so early. “Tony! Why are you actually back so early?”

He turned back to look at you “Oh! Yeah! JARVIS told me that you had locked the floor, turned off the video and audio. I sorta figured something wasn’t right so I dipped out on the mission. They were fine without me.” He quickly turned on his heels and went to the elevator.

You looked up at the ceiling before shouting,

“JARVIS YOU TRAITOR!”

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