#yn stark

[defnotriri]

blow out - P. Parker x Stark!Reader

summary : In which, Peter promises to bring her back at 10 pm sharp. So why is Tony Stark at a parking lot at 11?

Tom Holland spidey , blow job , p in v , car sex , semi public sex , submissive parker , parking lot, protective father Tony, innocent use of ‘daddy’ ,

UNEDITED / UNREVISED / NOT READ PROOF 😓

“She’ll be back before you know it, Mr. Stark!” Peter beams at the elder man in front of him.

“Okay well, she better. Or nobody will come looking for the body.” Tony points a finger at Peter who’s awkwardly laughing.

“Oh you think that’s funny? I’m not joking, kid.” He puts a hand on Peter’s shoulder. He stops laughing and his smile falls. His adam’s apple moving slightly.

“S-she’ll be back before 10 pm, Mr. Stark..” Peter says quietly.

“Relax kid! Take a joke” Tony laughs and pats his shoulder.

“But- you just said- uh- nevermind..” Peter sighs.

You walk down the stairs and smile when you see your boyfriend.

“Peter! I told you to tell me when you’d be here.” You go up to him and hug him, kissing his cheek softly. Your dad fake coughs.

“Well, I just wanted to chat.” Tony smiles.

“Daddy, please leave him alone. You know peter. he’s good!” You give your dad an eye roll. You walk over to hug your dad and give him a kiss on the cheek. Which he returns with a kiss on the top of your hair.

“Bye dad! Tell mama I say bye too, okay? Love you!” You yell as you quickly shove peter out the door.

“Remember, 10pm! Sharp, Parker!”

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It was a chain of events, really. You ate too fast, finished your meal too fast, the movie went by too fast.

The parking lot was filled with empty cars far far away and the clock read 9:27pm.

You turn your head to the side and watched as Peter scrolled through his phone. Desperate to find something to do so he doesn’t have to take you home early.

“There’s this ice cream shop near by- I mean it is kinda cold though, but we can go! Only, only if you want though.” Peter looks up at you with his signature smile. You wanted to eat him right then and there.

“I have something else we could do..” You flutter your eyelashes at him.

“Yeah?” His eyes are big and sparkling like you hung the stars.

“Yeah.” You say as your hand reaches over the cup holders and starts to rub up and down his upper thigh.

“Oh? Oh. oh. Are- Are you sure?! Here?” Peter blushed as he looked around the parking lot.

“Nobody’s here, Pete.”

“I mean like.. yeah.. that’d- that’d be nice..”

You smirk and kiss him. Your hand rubbing over his crotch. You feel his tongue in your mouth and his growing boner and you moan.

You unzip his jeans and slowly take out his cock. Kissing it and making your way up while making eye contact with him. You kiss the tip and swirl your tongue around it.

He groans as he gathers your hair to become a makeshift hair tie. You take him into your mouth inch by inch.

The car is filled with nasty sounds of slurping and gagging.

“Ah- God you feel so good. Please don’t stop-” His head throws back and he thrusts into your mouth. Mouth fucking you. His hand is still holding your hair but pushing your head down.

Your hands are on his thighs. Tears fill the side of your eyes and you’re basically choking on his cock.

You feel his cum hit the back of your throat and your eye twitches. Bringing your head up and gasping for air.

“Shit. Sorry, sorry!” Peter panics and wiped your tears and drool off your face. He then found an empty soda bottle.

“Here, you could uh- spit it in here..” He offers the soda bottle and you look him in the eyes. And swallow. He gulps. You smile.

You end up in the back seat. Shirts? Gone. Pants? Gone. You had your bra off and panties pushed to the side. Peter, boxers on with his cock out of the brief’s hole.

You’re riding him and the windows are foggy. You don’t know how long you’ve been out. And you find yourself not caring.

You don’t know what number this orgasm is but it was coming. Peter whining under you begging not to stop.

“Please. please, baby- so- so good.. you’re treating me so good. please let me cum..”

His arm was around your waist and a hand on your hip. He looks up at you but he can’t see straight. His eyes are about to roll back.

Pure pussy drunk.

You can see and feel him close to cumming.

“please.. so close please. want it inside you so bad please let me cum in you again.” He begs.

A knock from the outside of the foggy window. Your heart drops.

You try to get yourself off of Peter. His arms tighten around you. His face pressed against the valley of your tits.

“No! Please! I’m so close. Let me cum first please, baby. Don’t do this to me.” He begs but then comes another knock. One with an impatient tune to it.

“Okay, Pete. Just because you’ve been so good.” Whoever was out there could wait. You start to move again and Peter immediately moans. You cup his face and give him a long kiss.

“Kid, if you don’t open the window right now, I’ll break it. and I WONT be paying for it.”

“Shit! Mr. Stark-“ You’re already off of him beforePeter finishes. trying to put on a shirt that was closest to you. Which so just happened to be Peter’s instead of yours.

Peter had just his hoodie on. Pulling it down to try and make the wet spot on his briefs less obvious. You were both partially covered. He slowly rolls down the window and gulps.

Tony Stark in his sunglasses that are slightly pushed forward. His hand holding the side of his glasses. Staring right into Peter’s eyes with a straight face. One arm bending and resting on the hood of the car..

“So, 10pm sharp, was it Peter?”

[dexsangel]

hello hello idk if requests are open but i love ur work! lowkey can i request ynstark and tony as a yapper ragebaiting type daughter. thank youuu xoxo

“you're my favorite daughter.” “i'm your only daughter!”

words: 1.5k

warnings: fluff/crack, bratty-ish! yn mentioned, one mention of peter x reader, avengers mentioned, i tried very hard on this pls enjoy, AND KEEP THE REQS COMING!!

a/n : tysm nonnie and ofc!! i genuinely cant imagine yn not yapping and ragebaiting tony. i included some tidbits from my current storyline as well.

𑣲⋆you are definitely spending his card until the bank calls and ensures it did not get stolen (even though you have your own with more than enough money in it). tony gets these calls at least once a month and just waves them off, saying your name in response. the bank apologizes for the inconvenience. 

𑣲⋆when tony is in the lab, it is rare when he finds a moment of quiet, whether that be from F.R.I.D.A.Y or you. when working on a new project, he purposefully ignores your whines until you have to storm in.

𑣲⋆"can i bother you for a second?" you ask, when it's never just a second. tony sighs, knowing that he's about to get another headache, but it's all for his baby girl. you hop on the nearest table that doesn't have papers, a mug, or important hud technology on it, not waiting for a confirmation. somewhere between you telling a story about val and kate, tony puts his tools down. he convinces himself that the story mildly piqued his interest. F.R.I.D.A.Y knows better and remains quiet.

𑣲⋆one night, tony has a break, and he tries to sit down for a simple movie night by himself. no avengers to bother him and work cast aside. after a long day of school and getting fun drinks with your gals down at soho, you drop your bag and slouch next to your dad. "what's up, princess?" after you answer with a quick "nothing!", you give him a rundown of your day in considerable detail. at this point, the tv displays "are you still watching?" and tony is nodding along with "mhm" as his eyes droop.

𑣲⋆when you come home from school, you come to tony in almost tears. you pout, explaining how your physics teacher gave you an 80% on your project that you (and F.R.I.D.A.Y) spent a week on. in disbelief, tony refuses this answer and immediately calls for a parent-teacher conference. when tony comes back around thirty minutes later, he wipes your tears and gives a pat on the back, saying that it was all taken care of. your grade was bumped to a 95% shortly after. 

𑣲⋆after you get caught walking down fifth avenue with some boy (peter), paparazzi went berserk. gossip pages were filled with questions and assumptions (that were slightly true) were made known to nearly everyone. after sneaking back into the tower, tony scolds you for not being more incognito. "why should i ever cover up my outfit?" you say, completely missing the entire point as your dad pinches the bridge of his nose. peter is probably the least of his concerns right now, but he's filing away that questioning for much later (most likely at dinner with the avengers). when you're watching tv together and the headlines have died down, he glances over and says "so. peter, huh?" you pull your knees to your chest and plant your face in them.

𑣲⋆you and your dad have quite similar music taste. the difference is that you have the worst habit of blasting it when you're not wearing your headphones. tony gets away with it because it's his tower. you, on the other hand, get asked to turn it down by all six avengers. you pretend to not hear them.

𑣲⋆on tony's desk, there is a photo of you two from when you were around five. the white, wooden picture frame has a small stain from motor oil because you insisted on 'helping' him fix his suit. he has never cleaned it since.

𑣲⋆natasha is the only avenger you go to when something is terribly wrong, which your father knew and eventually accepted. however, he has not accepted that she won't tell him anything. "she's fine tony. my mouth is zipped shut." "that's not what i asked." "that's exactly what you asked."

𑣲⋆ever since you were young, your personality has been a near replica of tony's. sharp, unpredictable, and always very honest. you voiced your opinions on each and every avenger's suit, as well as weapons, and told them unpromptly. "y'know clint, purple isn't really your color." you were forced to say sorry later that night.

𑣲⋆when finishing up in the lab one evening, tony overheard you talking to kate on the phone, saying that he was your best friend. he has not emotionally recovered since, and hasn't told a soul. he thinks about it quite often, even after you annoy him by saying you flipped off reporters who asked about his new product.

𑣲⋆tony is a very organized man (or at least he tries to be) and keeps everything in order. when exam season starts, your papers are everywhere. glitter-gel pens and imported highlighters are in thor's cookie jar. the blanket you drag everywhere is found in a different spot every day. he angrily but understandingly picks it up and drapes it over you when you nap on the couch every time. 

𑣲⋆the avengers have a group chat. naturally, you are no longer in it. when it was first created, you were accidentally added. you freely expressed your opinions on everything, because seriously, who has the android?? they still won't tell you. even though you were removed, tony still screenshots and shows rhodey your texts because only they would find it entertaining. 

𑣲⋆you know how to win an argument against your father at all times. make your point louder than his, say it louder than him, and skip away before he can actually come up with a rebuttal. he started doing the same after he took notice after the third time, which made the tower louder than it already was. after nat showed steve how to use google, he searched up "how to call in a noise complaint if you live with the noise complaintees?"

𑣲⋆every single year for your birthday, tony gets you something very high-tech and then very vintage. one year, it was a typewriter from before steve was even born and a hair curler that operated without using your hands. you keep every single gift.

𑣲⋆you have successfully been on three magazine covers before you even pitched yourself. the editors are from tony's pr team, of course. it is the same routine of showing up, looking incredible, and saying something that can be interpreted in any way possible. the most recent magazine quoted that you were "refreshingly real and candid."

𑣲⋆a designer once sent you their entire spring collection without notice because you had been photographed wearing one of their vintage pieces while leaving a coffee shop. you texted a photo of the boxes to val, saying, "let's share ;)'

𑣲⋆you were upgraded to first class on a commercial flight because the stark jet was getting maintenance repairs, and you had somewhere to be within the next 12 hours. you posted a photo of yourself with duck lips on your story, captioned, "roughing it." the comments and shares did not receive it well. tony saw it, liked it, and added it to the extremely long list of reasons he finds you admirable and hilarious. 

𑣲⋆you mention tony casually in conversations in ways that make people stop breathing for a hot moment. not exactly saying his full legal name or saying that he just bought a new car, but more like "yeah, my dad couldn't come to the ceremony because he was at a UN thing or something."

𑣲⋆a tabloid once described you as "america's royalty adjacent", which you corrected under their post. "not adajcent." your comment got much traction, which made tony send it to the avengers group chat with one sentence: "laughing out loud."

𑣲⋆someone started a fan account for you without your knowledge. you found out through val and kate, only after wrestling them for val's phone after they would not stop snickering. you followed it, liked three photos, which soon crashed the account from the traction. after being asked about it by a journalist, you simply said "no comment."

𑣲⋆you attended a press event with tony, at which you were asked a question that was obviously a gotcha about your nepotism. you grinned, knowing that it was a bit true, but would never feed into the media's stupid (correct) assumptions. "i mean, someone was going to be his kid. lucky me, aren't i?" the clip ended up with millions of views. tony was probably half of the views. never felt prouder.

𑣲⋆as strong as your personality is, so is your yelp and tik tok account. you leave a comment in expeditious detail at every luxury hotel you stay at. in a recent one, you left four stars instead of five. the reactions online were quite what you expected. "yn stark bashes newest london hotel!" "not nepo-approved." "starks are not satisfied." the hotel's pr team personally reached out to tony's, begging for you to take it down. tony forwarded it to his assistant, and has not heard about it since. 

𑣲⋆one of your classmates from bio once asked if you could get them into one of your dad's business events that were exclusively invite only or cost a pretty penny. you got them in, and special access with tony. they have been loyal to you since, which is a bit crazy, since you barely remember even doing so.

𑣲⋆after his assistant told him what it meant, tony attempted to ragebait you. first, it was leaving your curling iron on, which you just yelled at him for almost setting your bathroom on fire. then, shipping your package to the tokyo house rather than the tower. these didn't piss you off that much, but you drew the line at what he said at dinner. "y'know, you really are my favorite daughter!" you smiled until you realized what he had said. you then stopped chewing, swallowed thickly, and yelled, "i'm your only daughter!"

[softundermoonlight]

I miss 2012-2016 era of y/n Stark secretly dating Bucky, with purple chaos powers while Clint was in the vents (why? we’ll never know) and everyone was roommates.

Yeah, those were the good days.

[spiderstarky]

Peter’s acting different…

Peter Parker x Stark!reader x Tony Stark ANGST

Words: 1.4k

Summary: Peter makes you promise not to tell anyone about his mental state. You keep having arguments about his safety which leaves you stressing out. Your father Tony Stark gets involved.

Something had been wrong with your boyfriend lately. Of course he would come to your house a lot since you live in the avengers tower. And of course he would come to just have a sleepover with you. But lately, he had been climbing into your window so much in secrecy from the other avengers.

He would come in and ask for help since he was all battered up. But that wasn’t what worried you, he was Spider-Man and always was beaten up, you knew to expect that when you started dating. It was his mental state that freaked you out.

He had been very anxious lately but never wanted to talk about it, just brushing it off.

Tonight, you heard a familiar knock on your window. You got up and let him in. “Peter…” you whispered looking at his state. His eye bags were darker than usual and he was very beaten up.

“I’m fine,” He said in a monotone voice, “just need some help patching up… please.”

You just sighed and got the first aid kit from your ensuite. You walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder and he flinched. That was odd, he never flinched because his spidey senses always alerted him of things he couldn’t see.

He instantly knew you noticed.

“Pete-“

“Look y/n, I don’t have time for this. Hurry up.” He said coldly. He regretted it but didn’t say anything else.

That really hurt your feelings. I mean, you’re the one doing HIM a favour.

“Fine then.” You said in the same tone as his.

You quietly worked on his injuries. He was feeling terrible but had no energy to come up with an apology for his actions while avoiding the truth.

After a while you finished up, “so you just gonna leave and then come back again when you’re all beat up? Is that all I am to you? A nurse?”

“It’s not like that Y/N.”

“Sure feels like it…”

He ran his hands across his face and sighed loud.

“I’m- im sorry okay?! Is that what you wanna hear?”

“You’re such an idiot Parker.” You groaned

“For fucks sake y/n/n! I don’t know what to tell you!”

“How about the truth?”

He paused and just stared at you for a while. His face changed to something close to fear.

That’s when it happened. Tears rushed down his cheeks and he collapsed into your arms.

“Hey, hey… it’s okay Peter…” you whispered into his ear.

He was struggling to breathe, you could feel his heart pounding. He was having a panic attack.

Shit

After a while, you managed to calm him down. He sat there on your bed with a pout. Tear stains still laid on his cheeks and his eyes were red.

“You ready to tell me what the hell’s been going on? You owe me that Peter.” You spoke soft but still demanded

“O- okay- okay fine. But you can’t tell anyone. Not any avengers, not Mr Stark, definitely not Aunt May”

You hesitate for a moment. You could tell whatever was about to come out of his mouth would be serious and it would be hard to keep that to yourself. But you knew if you didn’t promise, he wouldn’t tell you.

“Fine.” You held your pinky out to him. He locked his pinky with yours.

“I- I barely get any sleep anymore y/n/n… I keep having these… these horrible, unexplainable nightmares and I don’t know how to avoid them… and… and even when I’m awake I can’t stop thinking about them so I go around the city all night and look for any kind of danger to help people from to distract myself. And then I get hurt.. and then I think about the dreams again, and- and then I start having panic attacks and freaking out- and my powers they’re.. they’re getting weaker- my spider senses are basically gone- but I promise you I’ve got it under control.”

Your jaw was dropped. “Under control?! Peter! That- that does not sound under control at all! Are you crazy!? Why are you doing this to yourself?!” You yell

“Y/n! Stop! I’ll figure it out okay?!”

“No Peter- this is- this is horrible!”

“This is why I don’t tell you anything.”

That’s the last thing he said before he climbed out of your window and swung off again.

Since then, it just became a routine. He’d come over to be patched up, freak out a bit at you, then leave.

There were constant arguments about his wellbeing and he just seemed to not care about it.

One night a bit after he had left, you just couldn’t hold it in and just cried. You didn’t know what to do. You wanted to help him but didn’t want to break the promise.

Knock knock knock.

Your bedroom door slowly opened

“Hey y/n! Was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie with me tonight-“ Tony Stark, your father, stood there at your door.

“Oh- you’re crying… what’s wrong?” He said sitting next to you and hugging you.

You sobbed into his chest and he rubbed your back

After a while the tears slowed down and you were able to talk

“What’s going on that’s got you crying like this?” He asked softly, wiping tears from your cheeks.

“It’s- it’s Peter dad… something’s been going on and- and we keep arguing..”

“Arguing? Am I gonna have to kill this kid for hurting my daughter?” He said, joking a bit, but he was kind of serious.

“No.. no not anything like that…” you paused, “look, it’s a bit personal I don’t think it’s my place to say…”

Tony sighed, “if it’s got you crying this hard I think it’s probably a big deal.”

You stayed quiet.

“Let me give you some advice… if you are ever worried about someone, whether it’s their wellbeing, they’re health, they’re behaviour, anything, and you think it could be putting them in danger or others in danger, you shouldn’t keep it to yourself. I understand that secrets and promises exist for a reason… but you can’t just keep it to yourself all the time. I mean look at you y/n, you’re so upset by this. He can’t just let you be apart of something so draining and expect you to be okay. It’s effecting you so much that it’s your own problem.”

You listened and nodded along. He was right. Of course he was right, he always was good with this stuff.

“You can tell me now or you can think on it for a while if you want…” he whispered

“I- I want to tell you now..”

He nodded and let you speak

“Well… promise you won’t be mad at the first part”

“it really depends”

“Dad! I’m serious!”

He chuckled a bit, “okay, okay I promise..”

“Well… every night for about a month.. Peter’s been sneaking into my room-“

“What?! Y/n Stark are you kidding me?!”

“You said you wouldn’t get mad! I promise we weren’t doing anything bad! just listen!” You begged

“Okay. Fine. Go on.”

“He’s been making me patch him up after fights. He sometimes comes to me for that but not every single night…”

Tony nodded a bit

“And then, we keep having arguments about his safety,” you began, “and then one night he had a crazy panic attack in my arms.. after he told me he barley sleeps because of crazy nightmares.. and that even when he’s awake he can’t stop thinking about it so he just saves people all night which ends up with him injured and then having more panic attacks…”

Tony was very upset by this news. Peter was a great kid and he wasn’t happy about how he kept this to himself. He knew exactly what it was like.

“Oh Peter…” he muttered to himself. He then looked back at you, “I’m very proud of you y/n. For doing your best to help him and trying to keep his secret. But I’m also proud of you for telling me, that’s how he’s really gonna get help, I promise. You’re an amazing daughter and an amazing girlfriend. You understand?” He nudged you

You smiled “yeah, I understand.”

“Love you tons”

“I love you 3000”

He smiled and kissed the top of your head. He then got up and left.

After that day, your dad talked to Peter. Peter wasn’t very happy about you telling him at first which lead to a bit more crying out of guilt. Your dad constantly reassured you though.

But after a little while, Peter was beyond grateful. Tony got him the help that he needed and he started to feel so much better.

Peter apologised for his behaviour to you and made sure to make it up to you.

[tonysdaughter3000]

Always working…🙄😭

[mgofoxo]

FORMED BY IRON

[ neglected!Tony stark!reader x Batfam ] 

CHAPTER 3 OF ARC 1 

They called you , lady of death , merchant of death , a slut , a genius ; they said your heart was cold as iron , but you had rather to burn out like a star then stay quiet ... , let them screams your name , not Wayne, but ... , Stark !

chapter 1 , chapter 2 , chapter 3

Two years had passed since your mother and Howard's death ;

you quickly realized that your father was not an easy person to communicate with .

For some reason, it seemed that your father was actively trying to avoid you, and Alfred had made sure to have a serious conversation with you about how much your father loved you and that he just didn't know how to show it.

You were a smart girl and decided to act in a way that wouldn't make your father uncomfortable,

even though a dark and ugly part deep inside you found your father's actions pathetic...

So when Alfred sat you down with a serious tone and told you that, due to certain events, a young boy had lost his family and your father had decided to adopt him as a humanitarian gesture, you knew exactly what Alfred meant.You had previously overheard conversations between Utterson and Howard.

These two were closer than they appeared.

You used to secretly go behind Howard's study door at night and listen to the gossip of those two old men. Once, you had heard that one of the shareholders of Stark Industries had done something that ruined his public image (if you remembered correctly, it was because that man had said racist things about one of the dark-skinned employees...).

To fix his public image, that shareholder had decided to adopt a dark-skinned orphan.

Your father had probably done something so wrong that he was forced to adopt the poor boy for his social image. You felt sorry for the boy ;

he deserved parents who would love him as much as his biological parents, or even more (in case his bio parents weren't good parents);

Your father was a reclusive man, and you were sure he wasn't what the poor boy needed.

Unfortunately, you couldn't dissuade your father from this decision, but you could help the boy. If your father wanted to feel uncomfortable around you and this new boy, you and Alfred could help the boy instead.

So, because of your perfect and thoughtful nature, you decided to design the boy's room, just like Alfred had done for you two years ago;You knew exactly what the boy's room needed (with the help of extensive research you conducted as the unparalleled detective you considered yourself to be...).

He had spent his entire life in a circus environment, and now he had to get used to this new, dry life in this gothic mansion belonging to a reclusive, depressed, emo man.

Everything in this mansion (except your beloved room) was emo and gothic, from the church-like ceiling to most of the antique or extremely expensive items (some of which you had accidentally broken before, and now you could swear the spirits of your paternal ancestors were trying to possess you for revenge...).

So you tried to create a familiar, cozy environment for the boy. You painted the walls in soft red and white colors to create the illusion of a circus tent.

You got a large circular bed and placed a soft blue sheet on it. You got a night light that could play a softer version of circus music, and you made star garlands (with Alfred's help) and hung them from the ceiling. You arranged the rest of the items in the room in the same manner (you would never admit how much help you got from Alfred...).

On the day the boy was supposed to move in ,

you tried to wear comfortable, casual clothes so that your new brother wouldn't feel like you were Regina Jones of Gotham, a white striped shirt and a red sweater (you could say you were somewhat obsessed with the color red...).

It was almost 8 pm when your father's limousine arrived. Alfred had prepared the dinner table (which, at your insistence, you had helped him with).

Your father's tall figure emerged first, followed by a slender boy in a black shirt and trousers. Your father patted the boy's shoulder and guided him towards the house (that you thought was a bit wired for your father) ,

and you were able to get a better look at the boy's face ,

olive skin, wavy black hair, and blue eyes with dark eye bags underneath, most likely from lack of sleep or crying.Your father wore a gentle smile you had never seen on him (typical acting his polite persona you suppose...?)

and handed the boy over to Alfred, introducing them to each other: "this is my butler, Alfred, I'm sure he will take good care of you..." and quickly went to his room before he had to acknowledge your presence.You gave the boy a bright,

welcoming smile and introduced yourself, extending your hand to shake his: "hi! I'm (Y/N), in case Brucie hasn't talked about me, I'm his daughter."

The boy blinked at your sudden introduction, then said in a quiet, slightly shy tone, "ummmm, well my... my name is Dick Richard Grayson..., nice to meet you..." and shook your hand in return

........

Did he just say his name was Dick?????

Who names their child DICK?!

, you thought.

"nice to meet you too Richard!!"

You decided that calling him Richard was a better choice.After almost your mental breakdown over Richard's name and a brief introduction by Alfred for Richard, you went to the dining table.

As always, a full meal prepared by Alfred's hands, blessed by God himself, was on the dining table

sauced chicken, salad, cooked vegetables, and some mashed potatoes. Your father was sitting at one end of the table, seemingly waiting for you (or at least waiting for Alfred...).

You sat in your usual spot, directly opposite Bruce and next to Alfred. Bruce gave Richard a gentle smile and invited him to sit next to him

(well..., rude, Bruce never did this for you....).

Richard quietly thanked him and sat next to Bruce.

During dinner, you tried not to stare at your father and Richard, but every now and then you would glance at them. Your father was acting very strangely today; he initiated conversations with Richard, spoke with a gentle smile, and even joked????!

(Perhaps your ancestors had possessed your father instead of you for those antiques you broke...).

But you could see how Richard was staring at the food, only picking at it, and soon declared himself full, leaving the table with a polite smile.

After finishing your plate, you followed Richard to find him sitting on the front steps of the mansion, hugging his knees.You quietly sat next to him and, resting your chin on your hand, stared at the mansion's yard.

After a few minutes of silence, a brilliant idea came to you, and you smiled, breaking the silence

"Do you like hamburgers?"

Richard quickly looked up at you and asked, confused, "Are you talking to me?!"

You smirked and teased him for his confusion, "Of course, silly! Who else could I be talking to?... The ghosts of my grandparents who haunt this place?"

Richard stammered in shock, "g g ghost?!!"

You couldn't control yourself and burst out laughing, saying, "just kidding, star boy!... you didn't tell me, do you like hamburgers?!"

Richard's cheeks flushed slightly with embarrassment and he looked away, saying in a voice that was barely a whisper, "I I... I think so..."

Your smile widened, and you suddenly stood up, saying seriously, "Then let's go get one!"

Richard asked in shock, "What?, but how?..."

You gave a big smirk and said, "It's obvious! We're going to sneak out of the mansion! And go eat a greasy American hamburger! "

Richard asked worriedly, "But isn't that dangerous??!!!"

You simply dismissed his concern by saying, "pfff, of course not, I've done it many times, Alfred and father never noticed!"  

You managed to convince Richard to go to the restaurant with you. Time flew by

you talked for a few hours, joked, discussed your interests, and Richard seemed a bit warmer and happier (not mentioning how much tasty your hamburgers were).

But every joy has an end...

After two hours, you returned to the mansion. A few steps from the mansion, you noticed your father and Alfred anxiously walking in front of the mansion and talking on the phone.

Your father's eyes lit up when he recognized you, and he quickly rushed towards you.

To your surprise, he immediately went to Richard and checked him for any harm with concern, saying,

"Where have you been?!"

With a slight bitter feeling, you replied, "We went to eat hamburgers..."

Richard had a big smile, but before he could say anything, your father angrily told you,

"Do you even understand how worried we were?! We thought something had happened to you!!"

Alfred, in a calmer but tired tone, said, "You really disappointed me, young lady. I expected you to be more responsible..."

Grumpily, you reasoned, "But nothing happened!! We just went to eat hamburgers!"

Your father quickly and angrily asked,

"But what if something had happened?!"

Your brows furrowed, but before you could say anything, Alfred quickly said "Unfortunately, we have to punish you, young lady. For three weeks, you are not allowed to leave the mansion..."

You grumbled unhappily about this injustice and watched as your father guided Richard towards the house , a gentle smile of relief on his face as he talked to him.

How....?

You thought he wouldn't notice,

He never noticed you were out of house

Never...

Hiii , it's me , MG, unfortunately I've been in art block for a while but now I finally healed and I can write again , hope you my fellow followers enjoy this part .

( Also I think the ao3 curse had effected me , my leg just got broke last day .....💀)

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Y/N Stark x Loki- Falling

Summary: A genius Stark daughter and the God of Mischief clash, challenge each other, and slowly form a dangerous connection neither of them expected

You hated gods.

Not in the dramatic, existential way people usually meant. No—you hated them in the specific way someone hates a person who has personally inconvenienced their life.

Gods meant chaos.

Gods meant New York almost falling apart.

Gods meant your dad not sleeping for weeks afterward.

And gods meant Loki.

You leaned back in your chair in the Avengers compound lab, spinning a screwdriver between your fingers. A holographic interface flickered in front of you—half code, half chaos, entirely your doing.

“FRIDAY, run that simulation again.”

“Running,” the AI replied calmly.

The projection shifted.

Explosion.

Failure.

Again.

You groaned. “Oh come on—why does everything explode in this place?”

A voice behind you answered, smooth as silk and entirely unwelcome.

“Perhaps because Midgardian technology lacks… elegance.”

You froze.

Slowly turned.

And there he was.

Loki.

Standing like he owned the place, hands clasped behind his back, dressed in dark green and black like a walking bad decision.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” you said flatly.

He tilted his head. “And yet, here I am.”

“Great. Love that for me.”

Loki had been staying—detained, technically—at the compound for weeks now. Some sort of uneasy alliance. Something about “rehabilitation,” which you were pretty sure was code for we don’t trust you but we don’t want you unsupervised either.

You had avoided him. Successfully.

Until now.

He stepped closer, eyeing your work. “What is this?”

“Something way out of your league,” you shot back.

A smirk tugged at his lips. “Bold words for someone whose creation appears to be self-destructing.”

You slammed a key. “It’s not self-destructing. It’s… aggressively recalibrating.”

“Ah. Of course.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t you have something better to do? Like… brood dramatically in a corner?”

“I was bored.”

“Go be bored somewhere else.”

“No.”

You stared at him.

He stared back.

And annoyingly—you realized—he wasn’t backing down.

“Why are you here?” you asked.

“Curiosity.”

“About what?”

“You.”

You blinked.

“…Me?”

“Yes.” His gaze sharpened. “The daughter of Tony Stark. Genius, if the whispers are true. Sharp-tongued. Difficult.”

“Wow,” you deadpanned. “You’ve really done your research.”

“And yet,” he continued, ignoring the sarcasm, “you avoid me.”

“Yeah. That’s not a mystery.”

“Enlighten me.”

You stood up, crossing your arms. “You attacked New York. My home. My dad nearly died because of you. So yeah—if I don’t exactly want to chat over tea, I think that’s reasonable.”

Something flickered in his expression.

Gone in a second.

“Ah,” he said quietly. “Still holding onto that.”

“Yeah,” you snapped. “Funny how consequences work.”

There was silence.

Not awkward.

Not exactly.

Just… heavy.

Then Loki did something unexpected.

He stepped closer—but not in a threatening way.

In a curious way.

“You are not what I expected.”

You frowned. “What did you expect?”

“Someone softer,” he said. “Someone who would rely on her father’s name.”

You scoffed. “Please. I’ve spent my whole life trying not to be just ‘Tony Stark’s daughter.’”

“And yet,” Loki murmured, circling slightly, “you carry his fire.”

“Yeah?” you said, raising an eyebrow. “And what do you carry? Besides a superiority complex?”

He chuckled.

Actually chuckled.

“Touché.”

You didn’t know when the shift happened.

Maybe it was that conversation.

Maybe it was the next one.

Or the one after that.

But somehow—despite every logical reason not to—you started… talking to him.

It started small.

Snarky comments.

Arguments about science vs magic.

You refusing to admit magic made any sense.

Him refusing to admit your tech impressed him.

(It absolutely did.)

One night, you found him in the lab again.

Of course you did.

“You’re becoming a problem,” you said, walking in.

He didn’t look up from the holographic projection. “Am I?”

“Yes. This is my lab.”

“And yet, here I am.”

“You’re really stuck on that line, huh?”

You paused when you noticed what he was looking at.

Your project.

The one that kept failing.

“…What are you doing?” you asked slowly.

“Observing.”

“You don’t understand half of that.”

“Perhaps not,” he said calmly. “But I understand patterns. Energy. Instability.”

You hesitated.

“…And?”

He gestured. “Your issue is not the design. It is the balance.”

You crossed your arms. “Explain.”

And he did.

Not in equations.

Not in code.

But in concepts.

Magic concepts.

Energy flow.

Control versus chaos.

You hated how much it made sense.

Hours later—

“Wait—wait, run it again,” you said.

The simulation restarted.

This time—

It worked.

Perfectly.

You stared at the screen.

Then at him.

“…I hate that you were right.”

He smiled, soft and almost—almost—gentle. “You’re welcome.”

That was the moment everything changed.

You started seeking him out.

Not on purpose.

(Okay, maybe a little on purpose.)

He challenged you.

Pushed you.

Saw things differently.

And for the first time in a long time, someone wasn’t just treating you like Tony Stark’s daughter.

He treated you like… you.

One evening, you found yourselves on the balcony overlooking the city.

Lights glittered below.

Wind soft around you.

“You don’t belong here,” Loki said suddenly.

You glanced at him. “That’s a bit rich coming from you.”

“I mean it,” he said. “You are… more.”

You leaned against the railing. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know enough.”

“Oh yeah? Enlighten me, oh wise god.”

He stepped closer.

Too close.

“You are brilliant,” he said softly. “But you hide behind sarcasm. You pretend not to care—but you care deeply. You fear becoming your father… and yet you admire him more than anyone.”

Your breath caught.

“…Stop.”

“Why?” he asked gently.

“Because you’re not supposed to see that.”

“And yet,” he murmured, echoing his earlier words, “here I am.”

You looked away.

Heart racing.

“Why do you care?” you asked quietly.

There was a pause.

Long.

Heavy.

Then—

“Because,” Loki said, voice lower now, “you see me, too.”

You turned back to him.

Slowly.

“That’s different.”

“Is it?”

“Yes,” you insisted. “You’re—”

“A villain?” he offered.

“…complicated.”

He smiled faintly. “As are you.”

You didn’t realize how close you were until you felt it.

The shift.

The tension.

The pull.

“Loki—” you started.

But you didn’t finish.

Because he kissed you.

It wasn’t soft.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was charged.

Like lightning and fire colliding.

You should have pushed him away.

You didn’t.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, your first instinct was—

“This is a terrible idea.”

“Undoubtedly,” he agreed.

“Like, genuinely awful.”

“Catastrophic.”

You looked at him.

“…Do you regret it?”

He didn’t hesitate.

“No.”

You exhaled slowly.

“Yeah,” you said. “Me neither.”

Of course, nothing stayed simple.

It never did.

You were an Avenger’s daughter.

He was Loki.

There were arguments.

Tension.

Moments where you wondered if trusting him was a mistake.

Moments where he pulled away, like he didn’t deserve this—you.

One night, you found him packing.

Your stomach dropped.

“You’re leaving.”

It wasn’t a question.

He didn’t look at you. “Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because this—” he gestured between you “—is dangerous.”

“Everything is dangerous,” you snapped.

“This is different.”

“Yeah,” you said, stepping closer. “It is. Because it matters.”

He froze.

“You don’t get to decide for me,” you continued. “You don’t get to push me away because you think you’re protecting me.”

“I am protecting you.”

“No,” you said firmly. “You’re running.”

Silence.

Then—

“Perhaps I am,” he admitted.

You softened slightly.

“…Loki.”

He finally looked at you.

And for once—there was no mask.

No arrogance.

Just… him.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he said quietly.

You stepped closer.

“That’s okay,” you said. “Neither do I.”

You took his hand.

Warm.

Real.

“Stay,” you said.

For a moment, you thought he wouldn’t.

Then—

He squeezed your hand.

“…Very well.”

You smiled.

“Good. Because I just fixed that energy system and I still need your annoying magical input.”

He smirked. “Ah, so that’s why you want me.”

“Obviously.”

But when he pulled you closer—

When his forehead rested against yours—

You both knew that wasn’t the only reason.

[angel-zia]

𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟐

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐥𝐦𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐨

Well, one harmless call turned into two; which turned into helping each other with homework; which turned into late night calls; which turned into night long facetimes. Which turned into a knock at your bedroom window and that’s how you ended up on your bedroom floor with lego sprawled across the floor and a Peter Parker eating your secret snack stash. Not that you can complain, you were too. “Peter,” you started, swallowing a handful of popcorn, “how’d you even get up here?” You watched as his face drew taut and eyes widened. “I- uh just…y’know, the window?” he stammered out. Oh he is so Spiderman.

Eight o’clock turns to nine, nine turns to ten, ten to eleven and each hour that passes is another of telling each other stories and laughing and idling through little bags of lego and comfortable silences splattered with eye tag. And among all that, you find yourself sitting next to Peter, your backs against the bed frame, hands brushing as pieces of a brick R2-D2 are pressed into place.

Much later into the night, when the city lights are dimmed and eyes hang heavy, you feel your room slipping away from you and a delirious stupor fogging your eyes. At some point, your head had lolled into the crook of Peter’s neck, eyelids fighting for you to cherish every moment of this blissful night. “Pete?” you yawn out.

“What is it?” he replied, voice much softer now, turning his head to undo you with those doe eyes.

“Will you stay?”

“Oh, angel, I dunno, I mean- your dad. I want to, just, y’know.”

“Please, Peter?”

“Okay, if that’s what you want.”

You’re not entirely sure if you even answered that out loud or just in that weird mixture of real and dream. You didn’t really care either, you felt safe with your face in his neck, and even if the floor was numbing your bum, it was worth it.

𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Jesus, she’s going to be the death of me. If she’s not, Mr Stark will be when he walks in here and finds his daughter asleep on my shoulder. Whatever, death might be worth the twirl in my stomach when she slumps further into me. In case of not dying, I get to live my life knowing I have been privileged enough to hold her. A win or a win, decisions, decisions…

I am pretty obtusely aware of how uncomfortable she must be, so take it upon myself to pick her up into her bed, tucking the sheets over her, only earning a whine and stir in response. She’s beautiful in this moment. I consider her plea for me to stay and decide it’s best I steal one of the cushions from her bed and camp on the floor. She has a really nice carpet, so whatever.

And, despite the back ache I already feel coming on, I don’t think I’ve ever slept this well in all my life.

𝐥𝐦𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬!!

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