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CW! female reader, hurt no comfort (for reader), yandere typical content, taken hostage, manipulation, illusions of an age gap (legal), tony cares a bit too much, stalking
Summary! Without knowing him you helped him live, to survive. Watching how the world threaten to take away that naive goodness from you. He just couldn't let that happen.
જ⁀➴ . . . For @angel-san-77 , hope you enjoyed!
It was almost love at first sight for him.
From the same person who aimed to kill him you helped him. An offspring of a man who wished to kill him. Sneaking around in your naivety of what he was capable of.
Sweet and just wanting to help. You're intelligence was what drew him in. Tony couldn't help the swelling of amazement in his heart. Complete utter awe of you.
His suit, his heart, all in efforts because of you. You helped him live, found a better way to live. Tony couldn't help but strive to make sure you stayed in his life.
That's why he strived to keep you closer than what should be considered normal.
It all started when he was going back home. Logically you should have came with him. Ideas of keeping you so close to him that you couldn't leave.
You still looked at him with that hopeful look. Still so naive to the darkness that he was capable of. The power he had of keeping you his and his only.
However, still naive, because you said no.
You didn't want to go with him.
What a silly answer. How else could he keep an eye on you. For extra measure, told you to stay in there. Offered you to live there with him.
You didn't exactly want to. Tony didn't want to scare you with what was possible yet. I mean there's so much worse that he could do. He could become the evil ghost at your side forever. Haunting you forever until your death.
Maybe in the death you two will also be together.
So manipulation. So easily. And yet your resolve stayed. Tony felt like pleading for you to come with him until it became too much. Someone may take you off your feet before him.
Don't you want to help him?
Why are you refusing him.
By force is the only option.
A desperate little animal. He held your hands and wrists. "This is for your own good." He'd whisper. Tony cupping your face. Enjoying the fear in your eyes.
So utterly helpless to his whims.
"Please let me go."
"Never. Not at all." His grip on your chin was nothing but harsh. But his voice was soft. Narcissistic clearly. "There's nothing else in this world that'll benefit you. Coming with me is good."
He wasn't listening to you, and he never would.
Awaiting home was Pepper. So naively you tried to get her to help you. But she shook her head. A smile on her face. A hand on your shoulder, whispering, "You keep him grounded."
"He needs this. He needs you."
Presented with every single thing you could ever need. Scrambling to try and escape and then these gifts would be dropped on you. Feeling so suddenly guilty for wanting to leave.
Shaking your head so wildly. All you did was help him. Helped him live and create his suit, helped him become a hero. But he wasn't. Not to you.
Tony Stark was trying to convince you otherwise. Saying that he was returning the favor.
Arguments were regular. You screaming and crying to be let go. Even after all that you've been given. Hidden away still at this point from the world. From the Avengers who still had no clue of your existence.
Tony revealed he baited his enemy. "See? He's too weak to take care of you. His entire operation is too weak."
Your breathing hitched, voice going an octave higher at such a gentle touch from him. Gleaming grin with eyes gleaming with just pride. Greed clear in eyes when he touched your skin.
"You deserve better than that."
The more he reminded you of that fact you started to believe it. After all, you left. Still here and in the clutches of a man that was greedy and prideful. A man that wanted you and only you.
A man that believed his word was law.
A woman that followed his every whim made it especially hard.
There came a point when you stopped fighting. In this room, in this penthouse where you were stuck. A man, rich and powerful stinking of rich cologne reaching to embrace you.
Eventually you were let outside. Not without Pepper. Not yet had you'd been shown to the public. No one had no idea and it seemed Tony wanted to keep that to be a fact.
After all, you were so young and precious. The world couldn't get their hands on your beloved goodness. Not the goodness that saved him from utter ruin.
Handed a black card that gave you all the things you could ever want. Pepper's own hand pushing you forward.
Countless times a call to Pepper's phone to check on you. Handing you the phone while walking around, during lunches at expensive restaurants, shopping, anything in atleast two hours.
Chasing your attention continously.
Only his attention.
No one knew of your existence, with the exception of his staff. Horrifyingly okay with his actions.
Tony was sweet to you but so dangerous. Hands so gentle but harsh. Keeping you in one place. Words so cruel and like smooth water. Like rope keeping you tied to him.
Never to leave him, because you were his, and his to keep.
After all, he's just returning the favor for all you've done for him.
(Self Aware Marvel Rivals x Reader) When eyes begin to stare back at you from your screen, playing like an idiot has seriously gotten more embarrassing…
You weren’t a particularly dedicated or skilled player, but you enjoyed playing Marvel Rivals. It was fun to play as your favourite characters, and maybe getting kills was a bit invigorating. Even if the player base was stupidly annoying, you continued to rack up hours on the game.
Until you stopped, just for a couple of months, life having gotten in the way. You had nearly forgotten about the game until seeing people online rave about the newest update. After waiting hours for the game to update to the latest patch, you were finally logged back in.
But weirdly enough, the character on your home screen was no longer your main, but…Spider-man? Despite your fondness of the character, you knew better than to play the character, considering your own ability and the reputation of his mains.
“Look who’s finally back! Had a good time out there while we’re here trying to deal with a multiversal threat? Joking! But seriously, don’t disappear like that on me again…”
Woah, they got interaction quotes! That’s actually pretty cool, you think, excited to see what other lines you’ll encounter. A small part of you wonders how you’ve never seen any clips of this new feature online.
Things seem to get stranger once you actually start playing, but maybe it’s your fault for playing ranked. After selecting Invisible Woman (“Let’s show them how it’s done…together.”), you find yourself being pressured to switch to DPS rather than have three support. Which was rather unfortunate since you totally sucked ass at roles outside of support.
Before you could lament at how annoying Captain America mains are, your screen flickers for a moment before returning back to normal, but only now you’re playing as…Johnny!? (You can almost hear Sue’s annoyed complaints.)
You’ve barely played him, your team is definitely going to lose now…
“Why don’t you let me take a spin at it? You can just sit back and look pretty, which should be more than easy for you—“
Okay, this definitely isn’t normal, but right now you’re more concerned about Torch diving the back lines solo while your supports are still in spawn.
“What are you doing!? You can’t win a 6v1!”
“Don’t mean to sound like Spidey, but O’ ye of little faith…”
After horribly losing and probably getting blocked by your team, you promptly exit out of the game, despite Johnny’s protests. You are dreaming, that’s the only reasonable explanation you can think of. Maybe you need to leave, touch some grass or something. Pulling out something more presentable, you shrug off your shirt before freezing when a smug and disturbingly familiar voice rings out.
“Woah, seem to have caught you at a, well, honestly good time…”
Figures Ironman would be a pervert, considering his go to move was humping anything that moves (“the actions of other players do not represent me, frankly that’s just character assassination.”).
After trying to sleep the oddities off and checking any game related discussion, you concluded this wasn’t some prank from the devs, which is probably the worst case scenario for you. You tried deleting the game, but the file stubbornly remained on your hard drive, the only thing you gained being Bucky’s surprisingly soulful eyes staring at you with disappointment.
Knowing you wouldn’t trash your PC despite the creepiness of the situation, you quickly accept your fate of having to live with a possessed? Lucid? Fuck ass game taking over your computer.
Honestly, it isn’t horrible. Maybe a little annoying when Johnny or Clint hijack your screen to harass you into playing, but mostly tolerable.
The support characters always remind you to hydrate or rest, already invested in your wellbeing to the point they send Jeff to stare you down.
Bruce, Peter, Reed, and Tony always pop out to guide you in any PC related issues. They mostly talk over each other and regress into an argument on who’s actually helping you, Loki stopping by only to instigate them, but you appreciate the sentiment.
Ultron might be the most disturbing, wordlessly appearing on your screen and closing all your tabs and applications when you try to switch off the game.
Loki is the most annoying, constantly opening and closing windows, deleting some of your files, and trying to jumpscare you anytime you do something work related. He even kept himself as your locked character, much to everyone’s annoyance.
If you ever find yourself feeling down, Ben, who usually tries to give you space, pops up to give you a pep talk and lend you an ear.
Clint, Bucky, Frank and Marc have all, on separate occasions, forced you to practice your aim, sometimes becoming frustrated enough to hijack your control mid match, only to tease you afterwards for needing ‘some extra help’. You tried to delete the game again.
Emma is currently blocking you from getting the game’s latest update, more than happy to prevent Jean from entering the game, with the other characters not too dismayed at that.
“It’s honestly crowded enough as is, so you don’t mind, do you, darling?”
Despite the arguments and the unwanted alarm clock/schedule notifications everyone insists on giving you, things aren’t so bad. Sure, you’re barely able to play for a minute before control is taken away, but your tier’s never been higher!
Bitch is more concerned about their win rate than the lucid characters😭
Did you guys see how the dvd bonus files for ‘The Incredibles’ are trending after 20 years? The one hero that looks like cyclops is pretty hot. Lore, man.
Also weird thing but iron man is such an odd character in terms of writing, most of the time the other characters r vaguely similar but he seems so varied throughout all the media. Idk just an observation, also may be due to the variety of points of time his comics r written in, and ive only read like 3 of them, plus movie, plus cartoons
nsfw. dante x f!reader. oral/handjob and he's receiving. mostly just body worship with a focus on his balls.
The air in your bedroom is thick with the scent of love.
That’s certainly one way to phrase what comes after what has seemed like hours – no, days –- of being lovingly and thoroughly treated with fanatical adoration.
Dante shifts, spread across your bed with his head resting against the pillow you usually claim as yours. The pair of you never seem to quite realize when your intimacy begins and ends, only that your cheek goes from resting against his thigh to pressing the tip of his cock against it before either of you know what’s happening.
Tonight has been one of those nights.
You found yourself between your lover's legs and have remained there, toying with his hard cock using your mouth and hands. There’s nothing keeping his legs spread apart despite the near rush of overstimulation he feels, nothing keeping him in place or tied to you, just the pound of his heart and the rush of his blood.
Reaching out, you slide the heel of your hand across his shaft and drag it down his groin. Sticky and wet with your saliva, each of his balls gently glides against the palm of your hand as you form a gently gripping fist that doesn’t quite fit around the entirety of them. Your other fist goes back to work, dragging up his shaft and back down.
The man you adore groans appreciatively, the sound rumbling in his broad chest. Dante’s head tips up toward the ceiling in his best attempt to keep you from spotting how tightly his eyebrows are drawn together; how close he is to coming undone under your touch.
“Are you tryin’ to, damn it – are you trying to kill me?”
One of your fists continues to pump his length while the other ever so lightly squeezes his balls, winning a sinful moan. He lowers his eyes from the ceiling to dare sneak a glance at you, on your knees between his spread legs with your breasts spilling out of the cups of your bra.
“Nope.” Playfully, you shake your head and smile. “In fact, ’m trying to love you…”
Trailing off, you bend at the waist and lower your face toward his erect cock. The tip hits your mouth, instinctively encouraging you to expose your tongue for the briefest second to drag the muscle across the smooth skin of the crown of said cock.
You could spend all the time in the world marveling over Dante – his taste and smell, his shape and size – but you’re a busy woman with a very important task. This leads to your tongue replacing your hand in dragging down his shaft, head sinking lower and lower until nothing but your pretty eyes are visible above his crotch.
“Sweetheart, fuck,” he rasps, thighs that are on either side of your face and testicles that rest in the palm of your hand tensing at the same time.
Your face warms, caught off guard by such a reaction. It’s not like he’s shy about telling you exactly how good you’re making him feel but to know just your face, your eyes, your visage between his legs drew such a response makes your cunt clench greedily in response.
Meanwhile, the one who has caught you marvels at his own self control.
How he kept from painting your face with him just now had to be some kind of divine intervention. He’s never been one for prayers but he may say a few considering an angel is now lapping at the balls she released from her hand, moaning as she inhales the musky scent at the base of his cock.
“L–listen,” he pants through gritted teeth, lifting his head to look down at you only to drop it again in a defeated groan. “You’re about to get messy if you keep that up.”
He attempts to keep his control by making a joke, eyebrows raised in your direction. You raise yours back and shrug, lifting your mouth away from his scrotum with a salacious pop and drool dripping from the corners of your smirking lips.
“And who’s to say that’s not what I’m after?”
The noise that leaves him next nearly makes you moan in unison, a bellow that echoes off the walls of your bedroom. His balls tighten again, thighs tensing and abdominal muscles flexing. Even his cock bounces against your face as it contracts, his body telling you with every move it makes just how close you are to getting what you want.
Your tongue begins its work again, mouth slurping messily at the velvety skin of his sac, luxuriating in the salt of it all. Every bit of him is as delicious and perfect as you can possibly imagine anything being. Your eyes flutter shut, lashes resting against your cheek but you hear him scoff from above you.
“Look at me,” he pleads.
Even if it lacks command, you open your eyes and stare at him through your lashes.
“Okay actually clos—”
As soon as he interrupts his sentence with another bellowing moan, you do as told.
You know what’s coming.
Shutting your eyes again and just in the knick of time, you feel warmth drip against your face, falling across the bridge of your nose and tops of your cheeks. Each glob spurs a giggle from you, tongue still working despite his hiccuping protests from above. Big hands find your shoulders and grip them, squeezing you to catch your attention.
Mercifully, you finally put your tongue back in your mouth.
“You are…” he starts, once again marveling over something. His favorite thing to marvel over, in fact.
A few beats pass while he searches for the word, hands leaving your shoulders to cup your cheeks and gently wipe globs of his cum off of your face.
“Unbelievable.”
Laughing, you rest your cheek against his thigh just like you did at the start.
“You aren’t so bad yourself.”
Turning your head, you kiss his inner thigh and his cock that was flagging mere moments ago seems to spring to life once again.
