Warning: Sexual implying if you squint. Tony being cute and you being mad at him for a second.
A/N: Y’all this is my favorite, I love Tony fluff.
Summary: Tony’s in deep water after you notice the “head of security” watching your every move for an entire week straight. The only problem is, it’s date night, and can you really stay mad at someone with that face?
Word Count: 2k+
*NOT MY GIF* Don’t copy my work !
The aroma of tomato sauce and Italian herbs wafted the air around you immediately as you swung the large front door open, walking in. Tonight was date night, you were starving, but you had a serious bone to pick with the conniving genius. You kick your heels off and make your way through the foyer greeted by dimmed lights, a candle lit living room, soft romantic music playing, and an excessive amount of rose peddles leading up the grand staircase.
Nice touch Stark.
You look at it all in awe, but try to snap out of it, because you meant business tonight.
“Tony?!” You call out wondering where he was.
“In here.” He says peaking his head through the kitchen entry way, wiping his hands dry on a dish towel. “You look ravishing.” He says as he makes his way over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist giving you a quick hug and kiss on your forehead. “This isn’t too much is it?”
This was probably the best one yet. You were delighted at his efforts to make date nights memorable, especially since you hardly saw him. He had either been busy being an avenger or down in his lab working his life away. You were also very busy yourself running Stark Industries. Between the meetings and work related calls, it was a very rare occasion when you and Tony could just enjoy each others company. So this was when weekly date nights were born; Just a time to catch up and be together and have unadulterated quality time. You sigh taking it all in. Tony always does them well, especially when he is trying to make up for something. The dimmed lights, roses, music, candles, even his cologne— god, did his cologne smell good, intoxicating even. You could swoon right then and there the atmosphere was the definition of romantic and relaxing and here you are ready to uproar it all.
Damn, right.
“Told you date night would be extraordinary tonight.” He smirks taking your silence as a sign that you were pleased, while wiggling his eyebrows up and down. “Be back in a sec, get comfy.” He says giving you a wink before turning away.
He makes his way back into the kitchen to finish up whatever he had been doing previous and you follow him. He turns around and gives you a weird look, scrunching his face as he sees you following behind him. Those dazzling brown eyes weren’t going to get you this time, you were still mad— Maybe not as mad as you were before coming through that front door, but still upset enough to confront the issue right now.
“So something interesting happened to me today.” You say setting your purse on the kitchen counter as Tony strategically plates the pasta he made.
“Oh yeah?” He says maneuvering through the kitchen. “And what might that be kitten?” After he’s done, he turns to you popping an olive into his mouth, as he leans against the counter behind, ready listen attentively.
“Well I was ya know working my little ass off, minding my business… Ya know as I do every single day. When I noticed a very attentive Happy Hogan, watching my every move.” You say eyeing him suspiciously as he smiled innocently. “I thought to myself, now I’ve been seeing Happy in all sorts of wacky places this week, why would he do something like that?”
“I donno, why babe?” He says dusting his hands together for no particular reason looking everywhere else, but your face.
“Mmmh- maybe he’s just being his old paranoid, overbearing self this week. Watching my every move for no apparent reason.” You say testily, you already know Stark put him up to it.
“Happy is very dedicated to his new position. Didn’t you hear? He’s head of security, babe. He’s gotta be eyes and ears.” He sighs, now moving from his leaning position to begin pouring two glasses of bubbly. “That’s our Happy for ya."
Of course you heard, and of course Tony was the one who appointed him, and of course Stark Industries did not need that.
“Oh jeez golly! Eyes and ears on little ol me?” You say in a fake sarcastic souther bell accent.
He raises his eyebrows, and gives you a well justified laugh, because that accent was horrendous.
“Did you send happy to spy on me or what Tony?” You say getting to the point.
“No.” He says shaking his head from side to side frantically like a child who’s just got caught stealing from the cookie jar. “Nope, I don’t recall.”
“You don’t recall?” You scoff. “It’s a very simple thing to remember doing Tony. Did you say oh Happy please spy on my faithful, loyal, beautiful, loving, girlfriend?”
“Um— are we fighting?” We're not fighting are we?” He sighs genuinely unsure.
You didn’t want to fight or argue either, but he was getting on your nerves beating around the bush. You already knew he did it, you just needed to know why.
“Sure, we aren’t fighting Tony.” You say annoyance booming through, hoping he would just come out with it. He was definitely pushing your buttons. “Now did you send him?”
“ I don’t recall.” He says again now putting on a fake ‘thinking’ face.
“You don’t recall asking him?! Okay, well I am sure if we give him a call that might jog your little memory.” You grab your phone out of your purse quickly dialing his number. “Mmmh I think you’ve been hit on the head entirely way too many times, ya know since you can’t recall events.”
Before you can press the dial button to call Happy, Tony swiftly reaches over the counter where you are standing and snatches the phone from your grip, ending the call before it’s made.
“Okay, listen baby, I think we’re fighting, and I don’t want to fight tonight.” He says with pleading eyes putting his hands up in defense.
“Tony!” You yell at him going to where he is standing in the spacious kitchen. “You're not answering my question and you should have thought about that before asking Happy to spy on me!” Which I’m not understanding what for! Just say you don’t trust me and leave it at that, why play all these games?!”
His face flattened.
“Okay, kitten, listen it wasn’t like that. I do too trust you.”
So he did put Happy up to it— of course he did.
“You better explain or I’m Leaving Tony.”
He sighs heavily, shame settling on his features.
“Happy brought up this guy? Aldrich Killian, said you dated him a while back?"
“Oh my go- you don’t trust me!” You exhaust throwing your hands up and turning on the heels of your feet ready to retreat out of the kitchen.
“No!” Tony quickly follows behind you. Come on babe, let’s talk about this!” He says grabbing you by your shoulder gently spinning you around.
“Tony you’re doing a lot of the talking, and only digging yourself in a deeper hole.” You say crossing your arms.
“Okay, let’s back track, I trust you, with everything I own, my life even. I’ve just been overwhelmed and overthinking recently. I can’t say what I did was right, but in the moment I didn’t feel it was exactly wrong either.”
“In the moment Tony really? What moment did you realize I needed to be spied on like some convict? What moment did you realize you didn’t trust me alone at work with some guy, I hardly ever dated by the way!”
“Okay, okay! I did not send him to spy on you, I sent him to keep an eye on you.”
“Same shit Sherlock and I don’t appreciate it ! You say you trust me but tis is definitely not how it’s coming off.” You huff in annoyance, trying to grab your phone from him again, in which he manages to keep it away from you snacking his free arm around you. “Give it back now, I’m leaving Tony!”
“Would you stop getting mad?!” He huffs. “Just- it’s not a trust thing baby. It’s a safety thing.”
“I wouldn’t be getting mad if you’d just tell me the truth and stop beating around the damn bush. I’m over it anyways, I’m going to be leaving now, so give me my phone and let me go.”
He rolls his eyes and pulls you into him closer. “No you’re not leaving , stop being dramatic.” He says holding onto you tight, still holding the phone away from your grasp with his other hand. You scrunch up your face about to say something, about his remark, but he quickly says. “And don’t be mad that I think you’re being dramatic about this.” He says to ensure he digs himself out of being in trouble over that stupid comment.
He continues, “You already know I trust you so don’t give me that. I did all of this because I love you.” He says holding you close and swaying the two of you slightly to the music that is still playing softly in the background.
“Not the because I love you speech.” You say rolling your eyes, hands resting on his chest trying to create distance between the two of you, but he just pulls you back into him. “You are so annoying.” You comment on the action, surrendering to his grasp.
“No it’s not like that, I just needed to make sure you were safe. No malicious thought behind it or intent, I swear. I just wanted to make name you are safe at all times.” He says softly with a sigh as he feels that you’ve calmed down.
“Why wouldn’t I be safe at work?” You say looking up at him. He now sets your phone down on the near by counter and places the hand to your face, caressing your cheek.
“Anyone can be in danger anywhere honey, I’ve learned that the hard way— and if I were to loose you? Well let’s just say for my sake and peace of mind, I might of let fear cloud my judgment and asked Happy to keep an eye on you. No spying, just an eye. You know how he gets.” He looks deeply into your eyes and you could tell he was telling the truth. “I’m sorry, okay?” He leans into you just enough to rub his nose against yours playfully. “Do you accept my apology?” He says in a child like voice, giving you puppy dogs eyes.
He was so cute.
“Okay fine, I’m hearing you.” You say caving in. “But you’ve gotta stop him from following my every move— if I’m going to the bathroom, I don’t need him right out the door.” You huff.
“Done, you got it, Happy is officially barred off of bathroom duties. Can we kiss and make up now?” He says this as his lips ghost over yours and you happily lean into the kiss, knowing full well it was long overdue after how hard he worked to impress you tonight. This kiss was sweet and sincere, while also deep and romantic.
“I love you.” He says after breaking the kiss.
“You're a pain, but I love you too.” You both laugh before you give him another kiss.
“Now are we still fighting?” He smirks after pulling away a second time. “Just wanna double check before I invest.”
“You're so annoying.” You laugh rolling your eyes playfully. “No we aren’t.”
“Good because our spaghetti is getting cold and our chardonnay is getting flat.” He says intertwining your fingers and spinning you around to walk into the living room. “And you look entirely too good to keep this on all night.” He says referring to your outfit. “I can’t believe you were going to call Happy.”
“Well how about next time, you don’t play with me.” You laugh ready to enjoy your dinner.
“Oh, but honey, playing with you is my favorite thing to do. I especially love it when you scream my name.” He smirks giving you a wink.
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Warnings: Sugar Daddy!Tony, hella smutty, a little rough/kinky (spanking, oral, choking, daddy kink), NSFW, swearing
18+ ONLY
A/N - For my love. A little different to stuff i usually write, shameless smut without plot although I am kinda interested in turning this into a mini series if that’s something y’all would like to see? Feedback is appreciated! Anyways enjoy <3
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It always started with a text, sometimes a phone call if he was feeling more daring or pushed for time. He always paid very generously even if you did decline the money it would always, somehow, end up in your bank. You couldn’t even remember how your arrangement started but you sure as hell were grateful for it. When your phone buzzed at exactly nine o’clock on the dot you almost didn’t check it. Today at work had been stressful so after you treated yourself to a warm bath, you all but collapsed into your fuzzy blankets strewn across your bed:
From: Daddy ♡
i’ll be over in 10, want u in that pink number i bought u, see u soon princess xo
It was like a weight dropped in your stomach. All the tiredness and pent up annoyance washed away in a second to be replaced by excitement, one that you didn’t realise you were hungry for.
Leaping up out of bed you made all the standard preparations like throwing on the tight, little pink bodysuit that hugged you just right and made Tony’s mouth water. It was very revealing, leaving little to the imagination. Checking the time on your phone you saw you had a few minutes to spare, Tony was always the punctual man. Dimming the lights you lit a few scented candles to add to the atmosphere. He loved it when the room smelt almost as sweet as you. Straightening out your bedsheets you made sure everything was in order, Tony liked your prim and proper organisation, it added a little order to his somewhat chaotic life. Just as you finished straightening out your pillows there was a knock on your door.
Skipping over to the door, you attempted to regain your composure before opening it to reveal Tony. He was dressed in one of his suits which cost more than your entire apartment. It helped add to the confidence he was already exuding. You couldn’t see his honey-coloured eyes as they were hidden behind his usual pair of sunglasses, they dragged slowly down your body and he couldn’t resist letting out a low whistle, after checking you out he tucked the glasses into his top jacket pocket. Looking dapper as ever with one hand resting on the doorframe, he used his other to nudge it open further, “Hey baby, you miss me?”. He walked further into the room and closed the door behind him, you let a giggle spill from your lips as you practically jumped onto the older man, your arms wrapped automatically around his neck like you’d done so many times before, “Of course I did”. He was a few inches taller than you but you still wrapped your legs around his waist, Tony’s large hand came to rest on your ass, the other on your hip. He squeezed it cheekily as his lips came to attack your neck, his beard tickling you all the while. He loved leaving marks.
Reluctantly Tony tapped your ass again to signal you to drop down, you wordlessly followed his order. “I missed you too princess”, Tony cooed as he gripped your chin and pressed his lips to yours, “I couldn’t wait to get away tonight and I mean look at you. All ready for me”. You intrepidly leaned up to steal another kiss. You felt Tony smile into it, his hands everywhere on your body and you mimicked his actions. You could never get enough of him, pulling back you looked up at him through your lashes, “Well let’s not keep you waiting then”.
You gripped his silk tie, using it as a lead you gently pulled him towards the bed. Tony didn’t protest, sometimes he liked it when you took control. You were about to push him down onto the bed so you could straddle him when he stopped and planted his feet into the carpeted floor.
Tony tutted disappointedly, “I think you’ve forgotten something, baby girl”. Your face visibly dropped as you scanned his own for any hint as to what it may of been. You room was tidy, you’d worn what he’d asked....Tony’s hand reached out and wrapped around your throat and in an instant you knew what you’d forgotten. “Where’s your collar baby?”, he cooed, his thumb rubbing circles as he constricted your air flow lightly triggering a flood of warmth to pool in your underwear. “I forgot I’m sorry”, you stuttered out in your panic, upset that you were displeasing your Iron Man. Tony’s face contorted further, “You’re sorry what?”, his voice suddenly dropped an octave signifying even more of his disapproval. “I’m sorry daddy”, you quickly added, your (E/C) eyes like a doe’s. Tony smiled at you, pleased with your response, “You’ve been naughty (Y/N). Very naughty. First you’ve forgotten your collar...”, his hand wandered to your cheek where his thumb then dragged across your lip, “And then you forget who you’re talking to? We just can’t have that now, can we?”. While maintaining eye contact you let your tongue dart out, licking his thumb and sucking it into your mouth. You shook your head in response to his question loving the way that every time you sucked harder on his thumb, Tony closed his eyes, his signature smirk plastered to his features. “You deserve a punishment, don’t you princess?”.
You nodded again to show you understood, feeling extra risque you suckled harder. Tony was already going to punish you so you might as well have your fun. He groaned loudly and bit his lip, “On the bed. Now”.
You sauntered backwards until your legs hit the bed, a wicked grin on your face. Collapsing onto it you tucked your legs under yourself and waited with your hands on your knees just like Tony had trained you to do. The older man hummed in approval, he started to undo his suit jacket. Your stomach flipped in anticipation; Tony was purposely dragging it out knowing how excited it would render you. He draped the jacket over the back of a chair and discarded his shoes near it. Next he slowly undid his tie as he finally walked over to you. Sitting down next to you he watched you intimidatingly, delicately folding his tie and placing it near him. “Now sweetheart, how do you think we should punish you?”, his hand tangled in your hair, as he stroked it lovingly. “Whatever you thinks best daddy”. Tony pretended to think, enjoying the way you were quietly whining and leaning into his hand, “I think we should start with a spanking, how does twenty sound baby girl?”.
“Yes please daddy”, you eagerly answered in a flash much to Tony’s amusement. He chuckled and suddenly his hand tightened in your hair as he used it to pull you across his lap, “Get comfortable then. Make sure you count loud and clear for me you pretty little thing”.
Before starting Tony admired the view, his big hands squeezed the tender flesh of your behind as you laid splayed out for him. He pulled on the thong, of the bodysuit letting it ping back against your skin. You moaned out of pleasure but it quickly turned into a squeal of pain. The noise of skin hitting skin echoed around your room, “One”. Tony let his fingers dance across your cheek building up the tension which he finally ended with another slap to your ass, “Two”. “You’re doing great baby girl”, he praised.
18 spankings later and you were a hot, drooling mess trying hard not to wriggle around in Tony’s lap. Your ass was redder than your cheeks were, the stinging on your behind soothed by Tony added to the pleasure stirring in between your legs and the fact that you could feel Tony’s arousal against your thigh was only helping to push you over the edge. “You are such a good girl for daddy”, he said, “Are you okay princess?”. He lifted you off of him to stand on the floor in front of him, you were at eye level with him. Only now could Tony appreciate the effect he had on you: wild eyed, cheeks flushed and lips puffy. His hand stroked your cheek as he waited for your answer, Tony would never push you past your limits and he always wanted to make sure you were okay. His hand burnt your cheek, you needed more, “I’m okay but I need you daddy. Wanna make you feel good”, you mewled. Tony’s eyes lit up, your words only adding to his hardness. His hands shot out and grabbed your shoulders pushing you down onto your knees, “You wanna make me feel good? Get on your knees and open wide baby girl”.
That was all the permission you needed.
In a heartbeat you started to work on his zipper, your mouth already salivating. Once that was undone you gripped greedily at both the top of his trousers and the waistband of his boxers. As you started to pull them down Tony lifted his hips to aid you. Tony’s cock never failed to make you go starry-eyed, it was big and it was girthy, the tip swollen and already leaking precum. Just the way you liked it.
You gingerly let your tongue swirl gently over the head gathering the salty liquid as you lightly gripped the base of his cock. “Fuck”, Tony sighed softly trying to keep his head from drooping backwards. Your mouth opened wide enough just to take the tip fully in, you sucked softly as your hand teased the rest of his length. He was starting to grow impatient. Tony started to caress your hair and suddenly he tangled his fingers into it, forcing you to take in more of him. Relaxing your mouth you placed your hands onto his thighs, he grunted, “Be a good girl and take it”. You were midway down his length when he started to push into your throat, the burn all too familiar. You tried to repress a gag unsuccessfully, Tony relented pulling your hair to pull your head back up, strands of your drool coating his cock, “Just relax baby”, he instructed giving you a second to breathe before he started to push you back down. You hummed around his length as you soon got back to the midlength point, Tony moaned again pushing slightly on your head. You took a few more inches, you could feel your stomach tightening as he slid further and further into your throat until your nose was tickled by his neatly trimmed curly pubic hairs. “Oh fuck princess”, he held you still, one hand still on your hair, the other rubbing your throat where he could feel himself, “You’re doing so well”.
Your fingernails dug into the sensitive skin of Tony’s thighs, increasing the pleasure. Your eyes threatened to leak tears. Your throat was even more sore than your behind but still you tried your best to swirl your tongue against the smooth underside of his length. Without warning Tony started to move your head again and soon the room was filled with the obscene noise of Tony fucking your throat. String of curse words floated freely from Tony’s lips, his eyes half-lidded as he relished in the sinful pleasure he took from your mouth. You could do nothing else but sit and let your throat be abused, (not that you didn’t enjoy it). You hummed and moaned as he guided your head up and down his cock, the vibrations delicious against him. A hand slithered down Tony’s thigh to cup his balls, you rolled them faintly loving the way Tony’s moans grew louder. His thrusts started to grown more vicious until he finally pulled out of your mouth with a pop, a trail of saliva dribbled down your chin as you grinned up at Tony. You were even more of a mess than before with your hair all wild and spit smeared across your cheeks.
Tony took a minute to wait for his conscientious to return to his body, “Damn baby, I almost didn’t last”, he took your arm amiably pulling you up onto the bed next to him, “Almost didn’t get to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours”.
He pushed you down so you were lying in front of him, you hair fanned out around you as you watched him fervently. Quickly Tony discarded his white dress shirt throwing it onto the floor, the bed bounced as he maneuvered he way into the middle of the bed. “God look at you, you’re so beautiful angel”, Tony complimented you. He pulled on your ankles to bring you closer to him, “Can’t wait to fuck you baby girl but first I’ve gotta get a quick taste. Do you want that baby?”. Tony pushed your legs open so he could sit in the middle, he leaned down until he was hovering over your barely clothed pussy. “Please”, you mewled, trying not to buck your hips up to his mouth. He raised a bushy eyebrow as he pulled the fabric of your thong to the side, his breath hot against your core making you crave attention. “Please, daddy”, you begged. He smirked before diving his face between your legs. His beard scratched the tender skin of your inside thighs, he licked a line up your slit until he reached your clit which he sucked into his mouth, “Oh Tony!”, you droned, unable to keep your hips from moving, your hands were gripping the bed sheets, Tony adored the sight in front of him and how only he had the power to make you come this undone. There was a coil tightening in the pit of your stomach as he plunged a finger into your pussy. Tony was looked on knowingly, waiting for the signs that you were about to orgasm. Your breathing sped up, your back involuntarily arched and just as you were about to explode Tony removed himself from you.
Your brow furrowed. Your head raised and you wanted to scold him but he opened his mouth first, “You’re gonna cum around my cock princess, okay?”, his beard glistened in the candlelight from your juices, “You’re so wet baby girl, look at what you’re doing to me”, Tony leaned back on his haunches, he tapped his cock against your thigh as he fisted it. He was impossibly hard. “Are you ready princess?”. You whined, “Please daddy, I need you”.
“Always the good girl aren’t you (Y/N)?”, he purred coming to rest his body between your spread thighs, cock in hand he rubbed it up and down you slit a few times making sure to spread your wetness. He poked the tip of his cock into your opening. He pushed at an achingly slow pace, relishing in the feeling of how easy he slipped into you. With a roll of his hips he was fully sheathed inside you, he cursed in delight, “You’re so fucking tight”. Thrusting a few more times Tony changed the position of your legs so that one was slung over his shoulder and the other was wrapped securely around his waist. The change allowed him to hit deeper spots inside of you, any moans that came leaking out of your mouth were quickly swallowed by Tony as his lips attacked yours furiously. The room smelt like sweat, the air was thick with arousal, the bed squeaked comically with each precise thrust from Tony. He pulled away long enough for you to yelp, “Oh god Tony, harder daddy please!”. He pressed one last kiss to your lips before he moved to suck on your neck, as he started to lick and suck he started to pound ungodly fast into you, “Oh fuck!”. Your arms tangled around his neck, pulling on his hair.
When he was satisfied with the amount of purple marks he’d left, he raised your other leg onto his shoulders so that your knees where now pressed into your chest. Then he snaked his hands to your neck before he started to pound you at an ungodly rate, gradually increasing the pressure on your airways. “You look so pretty with my hands around your throat”, he teased, tenderly placing his forehead against yours. You were coming undone beneath him. With each thrust of his pelvis he was tickling spots inside you which you didn’t even know existed. You were seeing stars, babbling nonsense to the man fucking you like there was no tomorrow. His grip became so tight that you were starting to see little black dots cloud your vision, “Are you gonna cum for me princess?”, Tony was beside your ear, hot and encouraging. “Yes!”, your answer was stuttered. He tightened his grip just a little bit more, “Then cum for me baby”. A few more thrusts from Tony and the gates of heaven opened; your back arched until your chest was rubbing against Tony’s, the moans emitting from your mouth were downright pornographic only serving to fuel Tony’s lust. You could feel the heat leaking out of you, you were unable to come down from your high as his vigorous thrusts never let up.
The fluttering of your walls around his cock was starting to become too much for him. Tony’s groans started to match the sloppiness of thrusts. He was plunging further and further into you, changing his pace from rough and fast, to slow and deep. He placed his forehead on yours again muttering incoherent sweetness until finally he pulled back. Tony jerked his cock a few more times, his eyes shut out of the sheer bliss he could feel approaching before he finally shot his load all over your thigh.
Sweat was beaded on his chest reflecting in the light as he finally came around, he stilled his breath to match the calming speed of yours, he cheekily smiled down at you, “Fuck I missed you (Y/N)”.
Authors Notes: I hashed this one out pretty quick so please pardon any spelling or grammatical errors.
Gif: Used
Sent by: Steve @girl-next-door-writes
Notes/Warnings: Angst, mentions of injuries, guilt
Tony groaned and removed the helmet from his face. “That’s gonna hurt tomorrow.” He moaned as he prodded at his nose.
You shifted in his grip and whimpered.
This mission had taken a turn for the worst. You, Tony and Steve were somewhere in Latvia when the world seemed to fall apart around you. There had been an EMP blast and the entire Quinjet went off line. Steve had braced himself behind his shield, and Tony had already been wearing his suit but you? You were left helpless. Tony and Steve had sandwiched you between them just before the jet made impact with the ground.
Tony looked for Steve in the rubble and found him a few yards off, groaning as he made his way out from under a pile of sheet metal. But by some miracle Tony had held onto you through the impact.
You whimpered again and Tony noticed that you shivered. Tony set you down in the snow and opened the suit to step out. He lay you inside of it and closed the metal around you, turning on the heated interior.
“Jarvis,” Tony called to his ear piece. There was no answer. “Jarvis?” He beckoned again.
“I think we’re on our own, Tony.” Steve said as he approached, his voice rough and tired.
Tony sighed. “Yeah, I think so, too.” He looked down at the suit that was laying on the ground being peppered with snow. “She took a hard hit. We need to find shelter soon and patch her up.”
“What’s the damage?” Steve wondered.
“Not sure. I was holding on pretty tight though, maybe a few broken ribs, a concussion? I wont be able to tell until Jarvis is back online.”
Steve could see that Tony was worried that he’d hurt you, that your pain was his fault. “You did everything you could have, Tony. She’s alive because of you.”
Tony tightened his jaw and huffed. “I could have put her in the suit before we hit.”
“There wasn’t enough time.” Cap tried to convince. “Besides, who knows what would have happened to you.”
“Better me than her.”
“She survived.” Steve said sternly. “But she needs more help and standing around feeling guilty over nothing isn’t going to do that. I saw a small cottage out the window of the jet right before we hit ground. Let’s get out of this weather.”
Tony ran his tongue along the back of his teeth before he took a deep breath and nodded to himself. He helped Cap hoist the suit upright and they both hooked an arm over their shoulders, making their way through the dark, white forest.
A/N: Listen I know it’s a little rushed and I love him, but Tony is hard, okay? Not my gif.
Some people had just one word, others had entire paragraphs. And then, very rarely, some people had nothing at all.
Tony Stark was just one of those people who was born with nothing scrawled across his wrist.
Growing up, his parents had assured him that there was someone out there for him - that he wasn’t doomed to a lifetime of solitude. Sometimes his mother would sit him down and show him the words on her wrist, written in neat, flowing letters.
Well, would you look at that.
It had been the first thing that Howard Stark had ever said to Maria Carbonell, who would become a Stark several months later.
“When I was born,” Maria would tell young Tony, “my words were very faint. I was nearly twenty years old before I could really make out what they said.”
And so Tony held out hope, all through grade school into high school, where he quickly learned that it was easier if no one knew that his wrists were blank. People found out, of course, no matter how many long sleeve shirts Tony wore. Those who didn’t taunt him mercilessly pitied him, and it was a relief when Tony was admitted at such an early age to MIT, where no one knew his secret.
And then his mother, along with his father, had died, and the tiny spark of hope Tony still nurtured died along with her.
Tony threw himself wholeheartedly into his work after that, convinced that if he had something to focus on, he would forget about the whole thing. It got harder when his best friend, James Rhodes, met the woman whose first words were etched into his wrist. Tony was happy for him, really he was, and enthusiastically filled the role of the best man at their wedding. But he had gone home that night alone and stared around his big, empty house. All the money and gadgets in the world didn’t seem to be capable of filling the hole in his heart where a soulmate should be.
So Tony joined the Avengers. His Iron Man suits, just one of many enormous technological feats Tony had achieved over the years, were nothing short of extraordinary. He had jumped at the opportunity to join when Nick Fury had asked - finally, Tony would belong somewhere, somewhere where he could be surrounded by individuals working towards a common goal.
It was in the Avengers where Tony found a best friend in Steve Rogers. It had been a rocky start; the two men had nearly polar opposite personalities and it had taken the death of Agent Phil Coulson to truly pull them together.
It wasn’t until after Ultron that Tony discovered that Steve also held a secret. He, just like Tony, had no words written across his wrists. He had, once, a long time ago.
Recruits, attention!
Those had been the first words Steve had ever heard Peggy Carter utter, but when Steve had woken up from the ice, the words had disappeared. They had not been replaced.
The two men didn’t talk about their blank wrists. Instead, they worked tirelessly. Well, most of the time, anyway.
Music blared and lights flashed. People danced and drank, laughing and chattering away. Tony sat alone at the bar, staring down into a glass of amber scotch and swirling the contents lazily. He had always been good at throwing parties, but lately he hadn’t been very good at enjoying them.
And then you came along.
You didn’t really know what you were doing at the Avengers compound, or why you’d thought going to a party was a good idea. You’d never been good at parties; the music was always too loud and the people always too drunk. But you’d gone anyway, and it was entirely Wanda’s fault.
Wanda had come across you one day in the middle of Central Park, where you spent a fair amount of time people-watching. Except one day, you had gotten the distinct feeling that someone was watching you, and that was when you had seen Wanda. You’d barely known her for a month before she told you about the party and insisted that you come along.
You didn’t notice Tony Stark at first, when you sat down at the bar. He didn’t notice you immediately either, still watching the swirling contents of his glass.
“What’ll you have?” the bartender asked, looking at you expectantly. You looked up and smiled, holding up a finger as you pulled a small pad of paper and a pen from you pocket.
Strawberry daiquiri, you scribbled down, passing the pad to the bartender. He gave you a funny look but didn’t question the request, turning away to mix your drink up. You were used to the funny looks. You’d been receiving them nearly every day for the last ten years, ever since the car accident that had stolen your voice.
And that was why you had become such fast friends with Wanda - she didn’t need notes or lip-reading abilities to know what you wanted to say, as you quickly found out. After the initial shock, you fell into an easy friendship with her.
It was then that Tony Stark noticed you, as you pulled your pad of paper back towards you and began to doodle idly.
You didn’t realize you were being closely watched as the bartender slid your drink to you. You took a sip, and then started when you heard a voice at your ear.
“I know it’s loud in here,” Tony said, sliding onto the stool beside you, “but most people resort to shouting before hand-written notes.”
And just like that, your entire world changed - and though he didn’t yet know it, so did his.
You stared at him, wide-eyed, for a moment that felt like an eternity. You took in his face, the same face you’d seen on television and on the front pages of newspapers and the covers of magazines for so many years. He looked so tired, his big chocolate eyes subdued somehow. It was him, though. You could feel it.
You swallowed thickly, your eyes darting to your wrist, which was hidden beneath the sleeve of a cardigan. You’d looked at the words written there every day of your life.
I know it’s loud in here. The words were written in sloppy, casual letters. The phrase had never made sense to you before, and honestly, you had been beginning to wonder if they were a mistake.
“You okay?”
Your eyes flashed up again, and Tony’s brows were drawn together with sudden concern. A little dazed, you grabbed your pen and quickly scribbled a message.
I’m not the shouting type.
You slid the paper to Tony, who’s eyes darted between you and the pad. His eyes lit up somewhat, as if you’d started some kind of absorbing game.
“I can tell,” he said. “Not the talking type either?”
A faint smile lit up your face and you wrote a new message.
Can’t, sorry.
“Can’t?” Tony’s eyebrows rose. You shook your head. “How’d that happen?”
Car accident.
“Huh,” Tony’s eyes lingered on the pad of paper for a moment. He seemed to have thought of something, but didn’t appear to be ready to share. You bit your lip, and then pulled the pad back to you.
How’s your lip reading?
A devilish smile spread across his face. “Depends on what kind you’re talking about.”
You grinned and rolled your eyes, and then decided to try him.
Well, how is it? you mouthed, though no sound left your lips. Tony’s lips twitched and he chuckled.
“Maybe we should stick to notes for now,” he said. You nodded, reclaiming the pad.
Tony watched you, and though he didn’t dare voice the question out loud, his eyes continually flickered to your covered wrist. You didn’t notice at first, but that was only because you kept trying to get a peek at his.
He was trying so desperately not to hope. Until you, he hadn’t even been aware that he had any hope left. He thought that he’d given up entirely on finding his soulmate years ago, and yet here you sat. Silent and beautiful, with eyes that shone like moonlight even in the dim lights of the party. He couldn’t help himself.
“How -” he began, though he didn’t seem to know where his sentence was going. “How long have you been…”
Mute? you mouthed, and Tony seemed to have gotten it that time. He nodded, eyes focused so intensely on your face that you felt your cheeks grow warm. You distracted yourself with the paper.
Ten years, you scribbled.
“Who’re you with?” Tony asked suddenly, looking around as if expecting to see someone swoop in and snatch you up. You noticed he seemed a little on edge, and wondered if he was just as curious about your words as you were about his.
Wanda invited me, you wrote. Tony looked somewhat relieved. But speaking of Wanda, you hadn't seen her in some time. You looked around, and spotted her along the far wall. She was talking animatedly with Vision, who had been introduced to you very briefly when you'd first arrived. Wanda seemed to feel your eyes on her though, because she looked at you. And then she winked.
“Wanda’s a good kid,” Tony was saying, staring absently in Wanda’s direction. You wondered if he had seen her wink, though for some reason you truly hoped he hadn't. “I never got your name.”
You looked around at him, and your eyes met his. It took you a moment longer to break your gaze than it should have, and your face felt hot once again when you quickly wrote your name down.
(Y/N).
“(Y/N),” Tony repeated, and your heart leapt a little at the way your name rolled off his tongue. “Fitting.”
A moment of awkward silence passed, and you were just about to scribble something down to break the tension when he spoke again.
“You should probably drink that,” he said, nodding toward your forgotten drink. Grateful for an excuse to do something other than stare at him, you pulled your drink to you and took a large gulp. You regretted it almost immediately, the cold and alcohol mixture making you feel a little lightheaded. Tony laughed at the face you made as you set your drink back down.
“A little strong, huh?”
You nodded, smiling sheepishly. Tony took a swig of his scotch. When he set his drink down, you felt the tension returning and your smile faded.
You don't know why you did it. Tony's eyes were wide with hope and and you knew - you knew he was the one you'd been looking for. But you ran.
You heard Tony call after you, as you whisked through the crowd. You were sure he was following, and you knew he would catch up. You had nowhere to escape to, really. You brushed past someone who you thought might have been Captain America himself, but you were in too much of a hurry to really be sure.
You reached the edge of the crowd and spotted a hallway that was devoid of people. Without a second thought, you took off. But just as you turned a corner, a hand wrapped around your arm. He didn't even need to hold you, really, because the pulse you felt the minute he made contact was enough to stop you in your tracks.
“(Y/N),” Tony said, his voice quiet and pleading. Uninvited tears suddenly filled your eyes and you trembled as you allowed him to turn your body towards him. His eyes met yours as he gently grasped your arm, and even through your unshed tears you could see him asking permission. You gave a single nod and then held your breath as Tony slowly pulled back your sleeve.
Tony’s breath caught in his throat as his eyes landed on your wrist, on the words inscribed there. That was his handwriting, he was sure of it. And then the words clicked.
“I said that,” he said, so quietly he could only be speaking to himself as he stared at the words. “I -”
And then he looked at you, and he released your arm. You watched and he yanked back both of his sleeves and showed you the bare skin on each of his wrists.
“I don’t -” he began, “I’ve never had any words. But of course I wouldn’t if -” He paused, meeting your gaze again, utter disbelief written across his entire face. “It’s you. It's really you.” You stared at each other for a moment that stretched on forever, and then a slow grin crept across his face. You blinked, and the tears in your eyes fell just as Tony took another step toward you. He was close, so close now. You could smell the expensive cologne he wore and see the fine lines that crinkled around his eyes with his smile.
It was all so overwhelming, as he reached out for you again. He took your wrist in his hand, and his fingers ghosted over the words there - his words. A shiver ran down your spine and when your eyes met again, something else had ignited in his.
And then he was kissing you fiercely, and you were kissing him just as fiercely in return. You were lost entirely in him, savoring the feel of his lips and the tingles that shocked your body as his hands slid into your hair and pressed into your back, pulling you ever closer to him.
It was a moment that you never wanted to end. You sighed when his lips pulled away from yours, but you did not yet open your eyes. He pressed his forehead to yours, but then pulled back suddenly. That devilish smile returned.
“So, on a scale of one to ten - ten being absolutely mind-blowing and one being perfectly adequate - how are my lip-reading skills?”
Oh my god, you mouthed, more to yourself that to him as you grinned. The change in his face from when you’d first laid eyes on him was staggering. The exhausted lines had disappeared, and now his eyes glittered with happiness. He looked younger, somehow.
“That good, huh?” Tony snickered, pulling you to him again. His lips brushed across your forehead.
“Where the hell have you been?” he murmured quietly, all joking aside.
You didn’t attempt to answer him at all, but you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your cheek against his chest. You breathed deeply, taking in everything that was him and listening to the steady beat of his heart. He entangled himself around you, tucking your head beneath his chin.
It felt like a home you hadn’t even known you were missing.
This is Tony Stark we’re talking about so it should come as a surprise to nobody when I say he was taken in by your good looks first and that that’s what made him walk over and start a conversation in the first place, cause he thought you were one of the prettiest girls he’d ever seen.
Ok, maybe not THE prettiest but you get the idea
The man is flirting with you nonstop oml.
I mean– every other sentence is a complement, pickup line or innuendo.
And you know who he is (obviously, cause who doesn’t) and you don’t want to fall for the playboy attitude so you're shutting him down left and right and being as prickly and sarcastic and unimpressed as you can. You’re just not having any of it.
BUT THIS ONLY MAKES HIM LIKE YOU MORE AND TONY’S MORE DETEMIEND THEN EVER TO WIN YOU OVER AND TAKE YOU ON A DATE (yes– obviously that’s the whole reason he swaggered over in the first place) SO HE DOSEN’T STOP OR LET UP
At least not until he sees that you’re completely serious. Then he calms down and backs off… a bit *exasperated sigh*
Anyway, moving on—You can’t stay anymore and have to go and obviously Tony tries to get your number before you leave cause he doesn’t just want you to walk away that easy. You just say something joking/sarcastic like “Sure– if you fill my whole office with flowers.” and leave without waiting to hear his reply
BUT LITTLE DO YOU KNOW THE PERSISTENCE OF ANTHONY EDWARD STARK
You go to work on Monday to find your desk– your whole workspace is just COVERED in flowers. You can hardly see the desk or walk a step CAUSE THEY’RE EVERYWHERE.
There’s a note card with them of course
it says: an office full of flowers as promised. I’ll be waiting for that number– T.S
And you’re kinda flattered despite yourself but mostly you’re confused and shocked– I mean you didn’t expect him to take your stupid comment seriously and also HOW DID HE FIND OUT WHERE YOU WORK? EVEN YOUR OFFICE NUMBER?? CAUSE YOU NEVER TOLD HIM.
Tony may or may not have had Jarvis run a complete background check on you since he knew your name and that’s how he found out your office and where you work.
It takes you just a minute or two to realize this.
AND YOU GET MAD– CAUSE WHO IS HE TO DO THAT?!
So you just forget everything else and pick up the phone. You call stark towers (after looking up the number.) and after you ask to speak with Tony, three minutes of persuasion and telling them your name the guy finally goes to tell Tony you’re calling.
It's less then a minute before he’s back– apologizing and patching you into “Mr. Stark’s" office phone line.
Tony answers the phone with just “Hello” BUT THE UTTER SMUGNESS AND HAPPINESS IN THAT ONE WORD HAS YOU WANTING TO YELL THE SMILE RIGHT OFF HIS FACE. You regret calling already and you want to hang up on him just for that—- but you’ve got some things to say and you need to say them so you take a breath and grit out a “Hi” between your teeth.
“Oh, that doesn’t sound happy. I take It you didn’t like the flowers.“
You. Go. OFF ON HIM!!
"HOW DID YOU FIND OUT WHERE I WORKED– RIGHT DOWN TO MY OFFICE NUMBER? WAIT, DON’T BOTHER ANSWEIRNG CAUSE I KNOW ALREADY: YOU DID A BACK GROUND CHECK ON ME!! WHAT KIND OF PERSON EVEN DOES THAT?!” “A guy in love, who wants to impress the girl he likes?” “TRY AGAIN BUCKO!! AND I CAN KIND OF SEE HOW YOU COULD GET THOSE KINDS OF THINGS FROM A BACKGORUND CHECK BUT HOW IN THE HELL DID YOU FIGURE OUT WHAT MY FAVORITE FLOWERS ARE?!?” “So you did like them then?” “That’s beside the point… ”
The call ends with you hanging up in a huff.
You’d gotten him to promise that he wouldn’t send anymore flowers- -and Tony’d gotten you to admit you actually did like them.
The next day you go into work and there’s three boxes of crazy expensive chocolates waiting for you curtsey of T.S.
You give them away to your coworkers.
The day after that it’s a gorgeous necklace with your favorite gemstone that’s worth more then your entire salary for three years.
You call him again "what the heck Stark?! You promised not to send anything else to me!!!”
“No, I promised to stop sending you flowers– and last time I checked chocolates aren’t flowers.”
Que even more yelling
It’s maybe a week later (with things like that popping up everyday) — and you’ve rejected all of his gifts and called Tony three times already telling him to cut it out (he didn’t obviously)
You come home that night and know somethings off immediately
the trail of rose petals leading to your room kind of gives it away
You grab a weapon (just in case) and walk in cautiously (cause this is Tony Stark and who knows what to expect or what you might see) when you notice the absolutely gorgeous gown lying on your bed and it’s matching jewelry set (it even has earrings and a bracelet for crying out loud) you relax
for all of 0.01 seconds before going into full exasperation mode.
of course there’s a card *exasperated sigh* and when you notice it on top of the covers with everything else you pick it up and read it.
Put This on. The limo will pick you up at eight –T.S
THE HELL YOU’RE GOING ALONG WITH A DATE YOU DIDN’T AGREE TO OR EVEN KNOW ABOUT TILL A FEW SECONDS AGO.
So you completely ignore it all and just change into comfy clothes and go whip up a quick dinner in the kitchen.
Eight rolls around and your happy curled up on the couch watching a movie with some desert.
You’ve forgotten all about Tony stark and the date until there’s a knocking at your door.
They knock three times. wait for a minute. knock again and then you can hear them through the door “Miss, the car’s waiting for you.”
“I’m not going– and you can tell Tony Stark that if he wants to impress me, he should come and talk to me and ask me himself!!”
There’s a few minutes of silence before you hear footsteps walk away.
You sigh in relief and enjoy the rest of the night.
The next morning you almost dread going in to work, expecting to see some other gift from Tony– but you go anyway and you’re shocked when you walk in and there’s nothing there, just your normal regular office and your desk exactly as you left it.
You literally freeze in the doorway for a second you’re so stunned.
Then you walk in and go on with your day which is completely normal.
It's almost spooky quiet from his end and you’re a little worried to be honest…
It’s later that night after you've finished eating and you’re cleaning up the kitchen when there’s a knock in your door.
You opening to see surprise, surprise: Tony stark.
But you are surprised cause for once Stark isn’t smirking, acting overly confident or flirting and he’s not dressed nicely in rich guy clothes like he was before– he’s looking …like a regular person actually, in a normal pair of jeans and a black Sabbath shirt.
Tony’s even looking a little nervous and sad so when he asks if he can come in you find yourself saying “yeah” and letting him through.
As soon as the two of you are sitting comfortably in your living room Tony starts apologizing, saying he’s sorry and asking if you can forgive him and give him a second chance.
You say you think you can
so he asks you out– for real and in person this time being 100% himself.
You can tell/see all that and how dead serious he is– that he’s FINALLY being himself.
So you accept
Tony lights up with the biggest smile
You literally have no idea.
He thanks you and as you walk him to the door the two of you set up the date for that Monday at 7.
Monday rolls around and you kind of brace yourself– but how can you when you have no idea where your going or what your doing on this date.
You walk through your door expecting a gift to be waiting, but there’s nothing in the living room and when you walk into your bed room there’s no fancy evening gown or jewelry set waiting for you.
You’re very thankful
But also kind of suspicious…
WHAT EXACTLY IS STARK PLANNING?!
Who knows. .. (well, I do *cackles* . . and i’ll tell you in a few minutes)
So, you get dressed up.
Not too fancy but not your normal everyday outfit either… and you wait.
At seven exactly the knock on your door comes.
You open it expecting to see Happy (or some lackey/helper of Tony’s) but it’s Stark himself on the other side of the door and he’s dressed surprisingly normally again.
At least you’ve seen him in fancier clothes most of the time.
Anyway, He stares at your for a second before telling you how gorgeous you look
You think he’s going to say more and flirt with you nonstop like before as the two of you walk down to the car (which he does) but it’s only on or two little comments– not nearly as over the top.
The next surprise come when you see it’s a car opared out from instead of a limo (it's a fancyass sports car though. . ) and Tony’s going to be doing the driving.
He’s a secret gentleman so Stark holds the door open for you as you get in.
Tony drives you to a restaurant– a nice one but not some overbearing five stars rich people restaurant and you're surprised (and slightly impressed– but you’re not about to tell him that)
He hasn’t even bought out the whole place for the night (*shocked gasps*) so there are people all around you and the normal amount of servers as you’re shown to a table, handed menus and left alone to decide your order.
Once Both of you tell them what you want and you’re left alone again you start talking.
You end up smiling and laughing the whole time and enjoying the dinner– especially since the food is as fantastic as the conversation.
After you leave the restaurant Tony ends up just driving you around in the car and talking together.
That is– until you spot a beach.
You make him stop and drag him onto the sand, both of you smiling and laughing.
The two of you just walk along the water, stand in the waves, and talk. you both try your best to make the other smile or laugh.
the two of you sit on the sand and just relax and watch as the sky slowly turns into a sunset.
Finally You guys grab your stuff, walk back to the car and he drives you home.
Tony walks you to your door and the to of you kinda stand there for a minute
He’s not shy or nervous at all.
"I had a great time.”
“So does that mean you’d say yes if I asked you out again?”
“Maybe. . Ask me and we’ll see.” you’re teasing him of course and you both know it– you’d say yes in a heartbeat.
You find yourself getting closer and so is he and suddenly you’re kissing.
It last a good two minutes before you break apart
“I’ll take that as a yes then”
You laugh at that and say goodnight before heading in. You just have time to hear him say good night back before the door closes behind you.
you’re totally the cliché rom-com girl right then and stand there just smiling and thinking about him and the date before moving on– It was one of the best dates ever and you can’t wait for the next one.
Meanwhile, mr too-cool Tony stark is being just as cliché and doing the same thing.
Today was the most fun, relaxing, enjoyable days he's had in he can’t remember how long and he’s already decided to call at lunch the next day and ask you out again.
He’s just undecided whether he should just start looking at wedding rings tonight, or if he should save that for tomorrow.
Better make it tonight– you can’t be too careful.
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Summary: Your 19th birthday party was a memorable one and maybe the best one yet. One of the best things that came out of the party was Peter. There’s definitely something budding between the two of you, but will it last?
Warnings: Cursing, angst, some violence, mention of past abuse, and SMUT!!!
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AN: hey guys so this is the last chapter and it’s hella long! I stayed up till 3:40 AM to write this before I go on vacation tomorrow! I really hope you guys enjoy this chapter (also it’s quite long) bc I worked really hard and stayed up for this! Also I hope you enjoyed the mini fic! I know I definitely did! and for what you all have been waiting for, PETER PARKER SMUT!!
“Peter seriously, what were you thinking inviting her here?” The chatter started up again after you left, so Mj pulled him to the side.
Peter didn’t understand what had gotten into her. Mj did always have a strong opinion, but she usually kept to herself. “Mj what’s your problem? She wasn’t bothering anybody!”, Peter threw his hands out frustrated at his friend.
“She doesn’t belong here!” Peter looked around the room, not sure what she meant by that. Mj saw the puzzled look on his face and sighed because she had to explain. “(Y/N), isn’t like us! She was born rich, she’s never had to go through what us “nobody’s” have.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about”, Peter rolled his eyes and crossed his arms defensively.
“And you do? Look, I don’t know what you do at that Stark internship but there’s no way you’ve gotten close enough to know her like that.” Mj put a hand on Peter’s arm. “I’ve known you since middle school, and I know she isn’t the type of girl for you.”
Peter didn’t want to listen, he couldn’t, but there was something deep down thinking maybe she was right. He shook his head, trying to push the voice back into his mind. “Mj, she’s has always been kind and caring towards me I really don’t think-”
Mj just made a “tsking” sound and shook her head in disappointment. “For such a smart guy, you really don’t know much Peter.”
Peter groaned and ran a hand down his face. “I’m tired of your games! What are you talking about!”
“She’s using you Peter, I don’t know what for but there’s no way she could have feelings for you.”
“No, you don’t know that!”, Peter denied.
“Why would she be interested in an intern when she could have anybody else she wants? Tell me that doesn’t sound weird to you.”
Peter’s eyebrows furrowed as the cold truth was given to him. Maybe she was right, but it just didn’t make sense. You always seemed to have a good time when you were around him, but maybe it was all an act. His chest began to ache at the idea of you faking your feelings for him. “I’m done talking about this”, Peter’s heart began to race because of the anxiety that had settled in. He didn’t want to think about being betrayed by you. Suddenly he realized that’s probably how you felt when he didn’t stand up for you.
He tried to enjoy the party after his conversation with Mj but he couldn’t get you out of his head. Peter stepped outside to call you but instead his phone buzzed from an incoming call from….. Mr. Stark. His heart dropped and he nervously swiped right to answer the phone.
“He-hello?”, Peter’s palms began to sweat.
“Peter, explain to me why my daughter left the party so early”, Tony’s voice was stern.
“Well, you see, there was a minor disagreement with another person here”, he tried to come up with an explanation without throwing anyone under the bus.
“Minor? Doesn’t seem minor to me considering she locked herself in her room.”
“Is she okay?”, Peter was filled with guilt at the news.
“No thanks to you”, each word was laced with venom as Tony blamed Peter.
“Mr.Stark it’s really not my-”
“Fault? I told you from the start how much I cared about her, and you still ended up hurting her. I think it’s best if you just leave her alone for awhile.”
“But she’s my friend”, he said with sadness.
“Friends stick up for each other.” Before Peter could say anything back, Tony ended the call.
Peter stared at his phone in disbelief at what just happened. He really messed up this time, all because he wouldn’t open his damn mouth. He practically lost you. Peter was usually never one to back down, but Mr.Stark was his mentor and he couldn’t lose his trust, not again. He walked back into the party with glossy eyes from the tears he was trying to hold back. How could he stay away from you?
~~~
Tony knocked on your door after a few hours of leaving you alone. “Sweetie, are you alright? I brought chinese food to make you feel better.” There was silence, but you finally decided to accept his comfort and opened the door. Your eyes were red and puffy from all the shameful tears you had shed. “Oh pumpkin”, Tony gasped at the sight of you. He set the food down and instantly embraced you in a hug. He put a hand on the back of your head and cradled you tightly. “Wanna talk about it?”
You couldn’t bear to tell your dad all the things that were said about him. He didn’t deserve it, he was suffering enough with guilt. “No, it’s alright”, you sniffled.
Tony felt disappointed that you wouldn’t open up to him, but he knew not to pry you for answers. “Alright, that’s okay. You hungry?”
“Yeah”, you gave a sob laugh as you tried to wipe another stray tear away. It hurt Tony seeing you so upset. He wiped your tear away with his thumb and brought the tray of food over to your bed. You crawled back under the covers, and turned the tv on to watch “Bob’s Burgers”. It was your favorite show, so you figured it would take your mind off of earlier. Tony joined you on the bed and passed you a carton of food. It was nice to finally spend time like this together, but it’s a shame that it happened under these circumstances.
~~~
Everyday you checked your phone for a text from Peter. You’re not sure what you expected but you were hoping for anything. After awhile you caved in and texted him first, but no answer. You didn’t understand why he was giving you the silent treatment. Yeah you were mad at him a few days after the party, but you moved on. You just wanted your friend, Peter back. All hopes of ever getting past the friend zone with him was in the trash. Of course, you wanted more with him.
This boy gave you butterflies every time he looked at you, and your heart skipped a beat every time he touched you. It was like everything was in slow motion when you were together and all you could focus on was him. But now, your chest hurt every time you looked at your notification less phone.
You didn’t deserve this treatment from him, if anything it should be the other way around? How dare he do this to you after what he did. Your sadness quickly turned into anger as you punched the punching bag in the training room. Each hit became harder as you thought about all the wasted effort and feelings you put into him. Every time you helped him with training, all the late nights talking about anything and everything, all the times you guys made each other laugh until your abs hurt, all the butterflies you two shared when you kissed. Suddenly your punches softened and you just felt weak, emotionally and physically.
You grabbed the bag to stop it from swinging and rested your forehead against it for support. Your heavy breathing turned into quiet sobs of frustration. “Idiot”, you said to yourself thinking about maybe you were the one to mess this up.
“I wouldn’t say you were that dumb”, Pietro’s voice echoed throughout the room.
“Go away, Piet”, you growled trying to hide your emotions.
“You don’t have to pretend you’re not hurting, you know?”, Pietro walked over to you.
You turned your face away so he couldn’t see the pathetic tears. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Look at me”, Pietro put a hand on your back. You wiped your face and turned around giving him a sad smile. “See, you are like a rock. There’s no need for tears.”
“I just really miss him”, you looked down in shame.
“Then see him”, Pietro said casually.
“How?! He won’t answer any of my texts!”, you started to unwrap your hands.
“Just go to his house?”, he said like it was no big deal.
You stopped in the middle of rubbing your sore hands. “Pietro I can’t just simply go to his house.”
“Why not, you have your bike?”
You thought for a second, maybe he was right. If you really cared about Peter, you would fight for this even if he didn’t want it. You just needed some kind of closure. “I guess you’re right.”
“See, I can be helpful”, Pietro crossed his arms.
“Thanks so much”, you gave him a quick peck on the cheek and ran to go shower.
~~~
It was about 9 pm when you finally got the guts to face Peter. You told your dad you had emergency work to deal with, and he didn’t seem to question it. You put on your helmet and started your bike before you could back out again.
Your heart raced as you thought about all the things that could happen when you see him. You were so distracted in your thoughts that you didn’t see the big truck coming at you on your left. The truck smashed into your side, catching you off guard the throwing you to the ground. You tumbled on the hard cement and groaned at the pain that shot through your body.
“Seems 6 men have ambushed you”, FRIDAY decided to say after you were attacked.
“Kind of late, don’t you think”, you sighed and picked yourself up. You went to use your repulsor beams to only realize you weren’t wearing any of your armor besides your helmet.
“Oh fuck me”, you sighed to yourself.
“That sounds familiar”, the dreaded voice made you feel sick. It couldn’t be him. Your ex stepped out of the shadows making quite the entrance. “I’ve heard you’ve been looking for me”, he casually walked towards you.
You ran at him, but only to be hit in the gut with a baton by one of his men. You clutched your stomach and dodged another hit. You grabbed the stick and blocked a hit from your behind and taking care of the guy on your side. With the stolen weapon you cracked the other guy on the side of the head making him instantly fall the ground.
Out of breath you asked, “You’re a real asshole, aren’t you?”
Your ex laughed, “I see you haven’t changed a bit.”
“I see you’re still a little bitch for getting men to fight for you”, you watched 3 more men making their way towards you.
“Let’s just say I don’t like to get my hands dirty”, he smirked at you making chills run down your spine. Once again you blocked and fought trying to keep focus on everyone in front of you. “You know I do miss you”, his voice echoed in your head.
“Fucking liar”, you snarled.
“Don’t you remember how happy I made you”, he tried to distract you. He didn’t expect you to put up such a fight.
“That was when I thought you were a decent human being”, you said between attacks. “Now you’re just Hydra scum”, you knocked down another guy.
“Little harsh, don’t you think?”
That was the last straw, the rage exploded out of you clouding your judgement. You moved your attention to him, which was a huge mistake. Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain in your side that traveled throughout your entire body. You fell to the ground unable to move, or protect yourself.
The last man picked you up and held you up, so you were completely vulnerable. Your ex took off your helmet, making your soft hair fall to your face.
“Ah just as beautiful as ever”, he smiled and threw your helmet to the side. He ran the back of his hand against your cheek, making your stomach twist.
You spit on him giving him zero of the respect he expects. Suddenly he connected his fist hard with your face making your face fall to the side. It was nothing you haven’t handled before, but it still hurt. “You’ll never learn will you?”
“Hmm let me think”, you pretended to be deep in thought. “Nope, you were shit then, and you’re still shit now.”
Once again, he landed another punch to your face. He was getting ready for a third when his hand was shot back, with something familiar. Oh it was web. Just as expected Spider-Man landed on the street and shot the guy who was holding you. He instantly released you making you collapse like a ragdoll.
You groaned, “Wow good one, Spidey.”
After taking caring of the guys he came over to you. “What are you doing here?” You were starting to get feeling back into your limbs so you shakily pushed yourself up. Peter helped you up and supported you as you walked.
“Is my bike okay?”, you limped to your baby.
“Really, (Y/N)? What are you doing here?”, Peter sat you down on the vehicle.
You sighed, “That’s really how you’re going to talk to me after all this time?”
“(Y/N)”, Peter exhaled and ran a hand over his mask.
“Don’t act like you don’t know what you did!”, you rose your voice in anger. “Two weeks have gone by without a word from you! God, I’m not even mad about the party anymore. I’m mad that you just stopped talking to me out of the blue! I deserve something, I need an explanation.”
Peter knew he couldn’t talk about this out in the open. “Here come back to my place, Aunt May is working, then I’ll explain.”
You rolled your eyes and put on your helmet. “Lead the way.” You followed him as he swung from building to building. He made sure to look before crawling into his room as Spider-man.
“Can I change real quick?”, he asked. You left the room and waited for him to open the door. He sat on his bed and nervously tapped his hand as you took a seat on his desk chair.
“Time to talk, Peter”, you said sternly.
His mouth opened, expecting the words to come out, but it wasn’t that easy. His mind raced with things to say and how to say them. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, but he couldn’t look at you.
“I’m sorry for not backing you up at the party. Mj, she-”, his words were caught in the throat again. “She was being ridiculous. I knew she was lying when she said you were using me but-” , you cut him off.
“She said I was using you?!”, you shouted astonished at the nerve of that girl.
“Yeah, but I don’t know, I guess she got me feeling insecure and then your dad called saying how you came home all upset and I just felt so guilty. I was going to call you, but he said that I needed to stay away from you. I just didn’t want to hurt you.” Peter looked down in shame of what he has done.
“Well congrats, Peter. You managed to hurt me when your whole goal was not to”, a tear ran down your cheek and you got up to leave but he ran in front of the window.
“I think I deserve some answers too”, Peter now standing up to you.
“Like what?”, you asked confused.
“What happened with your ex? Your dad seems to be really protective of you because of it.”
You were taken back by the question, but you figured you might as well explain. You breathed out and took a seat on his bed. Peter took a seat next to you ready to listen.
“Remember the guy you webbed a few minutes ago?”
“Yeah?”, Peter remembered the sinister look he wore on his face.
“Well, that’s him”, you said embarrassed.
Peter was completely shocked by the news. “You dated a bad guy?”, he gasped.
“He wasn’t always a bad guy, or so I thought. I met him in central park and exchanged numbers. He became to be one of my bestfriends. But when SHIELD fell he changed instantly. He began beating me, and he would’ve killed me in fact, if my dad hadn’t found me. He turned out to be working for Hydra the whole time.” You took a deep breath, “That’s when I decided to join SHIELD. I wanted to find him again, so I could just-”, you were going to say kill him but you knew that wasn’t you. “I just want to make him suffer like he did to me. I have been looking for him for so long, but I guess he found me first.”
“Oh (Y/N)”, Peter said sympathetically. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s whatever. I am who I am today because of him.” You looked down only to see Peter put his hand on yours. You looked at him surprised by the sudden affection.
“I would never treat you like that.” You looked at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to keep talking. “I am really sorry for what I put you through already. It killed me everyday not being able to talk to you, or see your face. You’re one of the most amazing people I have ever met” Peter closed his eyes and took another deep breath. “(Y/N), I really like you, maybe even love you. I would do anything to keep you in my life and if that means going against your dad, then so be it.”
Your heart raced at his confession. You were completely lost for words so you decided to take action. You moved your face and pressed your lips against his. Peter wasn’t expecting you to accept his apology so quickly, but he was beyond happy to be kissing you again.
The kiss became heated as you moved closer to him, until you were straddling his waist. You deepened the kiss when you opened your mouth to his tongue. Your tongues met between kisses and you began to grind against his hips making him groan into your mouth.
You pulled away to breath and began kiss down his jaw and to his neck. Peter has never really done anything like this with a girl, so he didn’t know how to react beside running his fingers through your hair. You ran a teasing hand over the bulge in his jeans as you kissed your way back to his mouth. To make sure he was comfortable with where you wanted to go with this you asked, “Are you okay if I keep going?”
Peter was breathless so he shook his head “yes” eagerly.
You moved yourself down to his waist and began to unbutton his jeans. You could tell Peter was nervous so you grabbed his hand for comfort. Peter was already throbbing from how hard he was, so you released him from his boxers. You were a bit shocked by how much bigger he was than you expected, but you decided to take on the challenge. Your hand wrapped around the base of his dick perfectly, and you moved your hand up it to test how it felt for him.
Peter bit his lip trying not to moan at the new pleasure that he was experiencing. You couldn’t help but smile at his cuteness as you gave the tip a gentle kiss before running your tongue over the slit. This time Peter groaned and let his head fall back into the pillow. You continued and traced a line with your tongue from the base of his dick all the way to the top before slowly taking him into your mouth.
‘Oh my god”, Peter gasped at the sensation of your warm mouth around him.
Your hand began to follow your mouth as you moved up and down, occasionally twisting your hand around to the tip. It only took a few minutes before you had Peter a groaning mess. He laid a hand on your head to get your attention, “Can I do stuff to you know?” His cheeks were red and he was breathing heavily.
You took him out of your mouth, “Yeah, but you don’t have to!”
“No I want to”, he put a hand under your chin and brought your face back to his. He kissed you again and unbuttoned your pants so he could slide a hand into your underwear. His fingers traced a line from your belly button all the way down to your clit. Peter was hesitant but you put your hand over his and guided him lower to your entrance. He could feel how wet you were already and he hasn’t even got to touch you. He rubbed around your wetness before slowly sliding his finger into you, making you moan against his lips.
The way you were moaning Peter figured he was doing something right, so he added a second finger. After getting comfortable he quickened his pace and you were so busy moaning you couldn’t remember to kiss him back. You needed more of him so you removed his hands and moved on top of him again. You quickly removed his shirt revealing his amazingly sculpted torso.
Peter lifted the hem of your shirt and nearly gasped at how beautiful your body was. He looked at you for confirmation before removing your bra. You gave him a nod and a smile, and your bra was clipped off in seconds revealing your bare chest. Peter gently took a breast in each hand and gently massaged them. You leaned down to kiss him one more time before removing his jeans and boxers. You decided to take your own pants off while you were up and grabbed a condom out of your leather jacket.
You stopped next to the bed and slowly pulled off you lace thong, making Peter’s jaw drop. You giggled at his reaction and straddled him again while you ripped open the condom wrapper.
“Are you ready?”, you asked one more time.
“More than ever”, with that you placed the condom on his dick and hovered yourself over him. He held his dick up to help align himself with you. Slowly you lowered yourself onto him, making you moan and close your eyes. You held yourself up with your elbows and kissed him while you bounced up and down on his dick. Peter grabbed a fist full of your hair and placed the other hand on your hip.
You put your hand in his hair and rested your forehead against his as he began to thrust quickly into you. He bent his knees for more mobility and moved deeper into you, making your moans louder than before.
He filled you up perfectly and for a beginner her really new how to use his hips. All you could do was moan his name as he quickened his pace. You could tell he was breathing heavier than normal, meaning he would finish soon. You kissed his cheek and moaned in his ear, “It’s okay to cum.”
He only got a few more thrusts in before completely letting himself go. He moaned your name as he came and his hid face in your neck.
You both pulled away out of breath but with huge smiles on your faces.
“That was amazing”, Peter sighed and laid his head back into the bed.
You laughed and got off of him to clean yourself off, while you handed Peter some tissues to dispose of the condom. You both dressed back up but you borrowed a pair of his boxers as shorts.
“I’ll sleep on the couch so Aunt May doesn’t think we did anything”, Peter offered.
“Oh thanks, Peter”, you blushed. “Wait”, you stopped him before he closed the door. “Are we dating now?”
Peter’s eyes widened as he remembered he never asked you to be his girlfriend. He smacked his forehead with his hand and came back over to you. “Uh (Y/N), you’re a beautiful brilliant girl, and nothing would make me happier if you were mine. So will you be my girlfriend? Even though we totally skipped a step just a few minutes ago.”
You punched his arm playfully at the mention of the sex. “I thought you’d never ask”, you kissed him one last time. “Alright sleep well, because tomorrow we face my dad.”
~~~
The hours passed so fast that before you could rethink this plan you were already on your bike on the way to headquarters with Peter on the back hanging onto you for dear life. You gave him your helmet since you knew he was nervous about the ride.
You parked your bike in the garage and made your way to your dad’s room. “Stay out here”, you whispered to Peter. You knocked on the door and came in. Tony was busy on his ipad until you entered.
“There you are! I called Coulson and he said-”, you stopped your dad to explain.
“Dad, I know I lied to you but you’re just as guilty as I am.”
Tony gave you a confused look, “What do you mean?”
“I went to go see Peter last night, and got ambushed by you know who”, you raised your eyebrows.
“Are you okay?!”, your dad asked worried.
“I’m fine, Peter saved me. So after I made him explain to me why he ghosted on me randomly. He said he was being loyal to you because he knew how much you didn’t want us together”, you crossed your arms annoyed. “Dad, how could you?”
“Pumpkin, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t bare to see you hurt again”, he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Dad, I can handle this stuff on my own okay?”, you tone softened as you realized how badly he felt. “Also, you have someone else to say sorry to.” Suddenly you slid the door open revealing a shocked Peter. You grabbed him into the room and motioned for your dad to apologize.
Tony crossed his arms in defeat, “Sorry, for making you stay away from my daughter. But I’m proud that you did it to stay loyal to me.”
Peter smiled at the words, “I’m proud”.
“So I’m guessing you two are together now?”, your dad pointed to you and Peter.
“Yupp”, you smiled proudly.
“Uh, there doesn’t happen to be a self destruct option on my suit, right?”, Peter asked nervously worried what your dad could do to him.
“Why are you going to try to turn it off like the training wheels protocol?”, you dad said back sassily. Peter’s jaw dropped and he tried to object but Tony patted him on the shoulder before shooing you two out. “Oh yeah, I know everything kid”, your dad closed the door behind you guys.
Peter gulped at the idea of him knowing you two did it already. “You don’t think-”, he asked.
“No he’s just saying that to scare you”, you laughed and dragged him to go tell Wanda and Pietro the news.
Requested by Anon - Hi! Can u do a DiNozzo x reader with 19 and 37? Please and thank you
Prompts - 19 - ‘Can I hold your hand?‘
37 - ‘Can I kiss you?’
Word Count - 501
Characters - DiNozzo x Reader
You were sitting at your desk, going through paperwork when Gibbs walked past.
‘Y/L/N, go home and get some rest.’ Gibbs said as he walked past you and towards the elevator.
‘Yes sir.’ You said, you watched as he went into the elevator, you leaned back and sighed when you looked at the bundle of paperwork that needed to be finished. You worked through the files, sighing when you saw the bundle was going nowhere. You flung your pen down and stood up, they could be finished tomorrow. You grabbed your bag and jacket before heading to the elevator, when you heard footsteps behind you. You stepped into the elevator ad DiNozzo stepped in after you.
‘What you still doing here?’ He asked tiredly. You leaned over and pressed the button.
‘Doing paperwork.’ You said and then covered your mouth when you yawned. He nodded, leaning back slightly, the silence was calming, as you watched the numbers go lower. When the doors opened you both walked out and headed towards the door.
‘Do you want me to walk you to your car?’ Tony asked, you looked at him and nodded.
‘Only if you want to.’ You said, he smiled and then started walking. You and Tony were walking in silence until you heard Tony speak up.
’Can I hold your hand?’ He asked, you turned around and saw him looking at the ground, instead of answering him, you leaned over and took his large hand on your smaller one. As you glanced at him you saw he had a small smile on his lips. At this point you were glad you were parked further away than normal. You both walked in silence, as your hands swayed between you. As you reached your car you reached into your bag and got your keys. You turned around and faced DiNozzo.
‘Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.’ You said as you loosened your grip but his tightened, you looked down at his hand and then back up to him. He was staring at you intently.
‘What?’ You asked him, smiling lightly.
‘Can I kiss you?’ He asked, you rubbed your lips together before nodding slowly. As he leaned down, he let go of your hand, placing both hands on your hips. As he got closer you could smell his after shave, your hands moved to his neck. As his lips connected with your, you felt your heart flutter. You leaned into the kiss and he pushed you back slightly till your back was against the car door. When he pulled back, you were both breathless, you looked up to him and bit your lip.
‘Wow.’ Was all you could say, he smiled and leaned forward, placing his forehead on yours. You stayed like that for a couple of minutes, breathing in each other smells, before you yawned.
‘I think I should go now.’ You said, he nodded before leaning up.
‘See you tomorrow, very special agent Y/L/N.’ DiNozzo said and you smiled widely, before nodding.
Leaning against the bar beside Natasha, you let your eyes roam across the ballroom full of people, few of whom you actually knew. The music was loud enough that people could dance, but quiet enough that people could speak. Tonight wasn't a party, according to Tony, it was a gala. "Do you ever regret marrying the biggest host in New York?"
"Not even for a minute," you said, accepting the drink she handed to you and taking a sip without bothering to ask what it was. "Maybe when he insists that I wear a new dress to each and every one," you admitted, and Natasha laughed. He had burst into your room that morning, excitement in his eyes as she pulled the dress you wore from a bag and I even have a matching tie!
"Well, you're always the most stunning one in the room. Even Steve doesn't stand a chance!"
"Thank you, Nat," you said genuinely. "Is Sam coming?"
"He and Steve and trying to drag Bucky along tonight. Apparently, Bucky doesn't get out often enough." Natasha's eyes darted to the front door as she spoke, and you knew she was hoping to see him walk through it.
The music slowed, growing louder, and you glanced around the room, searching for your husband. He stood in the middle of a group of men, each nodding their goodbyes and disappearing to find their dance partners. You weaved around strangers as you made your way to him, watching as a young woman approached him.
"Would you dance with me?" you heard the woman ask Tony as you reached him. Tony glanced uncomfortably over her shoulder as she dragged her hand down his arm and you struggled not to laugh. Your marriage had been front page news, and neither of you had left the tower without the other since. It was uncommon for anyone to hit on either of you – most of New York knew you had each other. “Maybe after I could get your number?”
"Actually, I already have a partner," he apologized, taking a step back. His eyes cried out and you gave in, walking past the woman and to his side.
"Oh! I am so sorry, I didn't realize," she said, blushing as she backed away from him, turning to rush away.
You wrapped your arms around his neck as she did, leaning up to kiss him. His hands found your waist and you stepped closer, bringing your body flush to his before pulling away. "Hello to you too Mrs. Stark. Are you jealous?" Tony asked, leaving his arms around you.
"Oh, honey," you said with a sly smile. "I'd never be jealous of you. Plenty of beautiful women ask for my number, just one asking for yours doesn't bruise my ego."
