How angsty are you feeling about writing for Tony stark? I have one; an apprentice!reader X Tony (platonic, age wise she’s a few years older than Peter) in which the reader helps to make upgrades to his suit and something happens in the lab be it a mini explosion or she gets a body part injured from the sharp metal plating, and because something went wrong in the lab she panics and thinks she’s disappointed Tony but he’s used to things like that happening, so he just comforts her 🙂
Please don’t plagiarize my work – I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first – but even then I might say no.
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The blast had hit you directly in the chest, knocking you back.
It all had happened so quickly. One minute, you’d been doing some repairs and upgrades to Tony’s Ironman suit. And the next you felt yourself practically flying backwards, slamming against the far wall with a loud groan. Your ears rang because of the explosion and you felt your vision blur from the force of it all.
Coughing, you raised your arm, covering it over your mouth as you tried to push yourself up to your feet. But the moment you did, you felt a sharp pain run through your entire left leg. With a cry of pain, you slumped back against the wall, moving your gaze down to your leg where you saw a piece of the metal plating from Tony’s suit sticking out of both your leg and ankle.
“Shit,” you cursed, eyes narrowed in discomfort as you tried to assess the injury to the best of your ability. It wasn’t easy, especially given you knew nothing about how to deal with a situation like this. So, with a deep sigh and a whimper of pain, you let your head fall against the wall, surveying the damage you’d done to Tony’s lab.
Not only was a huge chunk of Tony’s suit missing, but smoke filtered the air because of the explosion. Shards of metal were everywhere and electricity sparked from within his suit.
Jesus, you really messed up.
You felt your entire body tense when you heard footsteps, two pairs, and your name being called worriedly. You tried to, once again, push yourself up to your feet in a desperate attempt to try and clean up the mess you’d made to the best of your ability, but it was to no avail. As soon as Tony and Pepper arrived in his lab, you fell back against the ground with a cry of pain, slumping against the wall.
Tony and Pepper’s eyes filtered across the room, lips parting in bafflement. And you absolutely hated the way Tony’s eyes fell with discouragement at the sight of one of his suits ruined.
It was when you sighed did both Tony and Pepper remember you were here, and the moment Tony saw the state you were in, he ran to your side.
“Oh God,” you heard Pepper gasped, voice cracking with worry; “Y/N!”
She moved to run towards you, like Tony had, but he bellowed; “careful! Stay there,” he warned, making his way carefully through the many shards of metal over to you.
The moment Tony reached you, you practically felt like you could curl up into a ball and cry. You were so embarrassed and disappointed in yourself for making such a silly mistake and ruining everything.
“Hey, kid,” Tony called, hand falling on your leg to observe the wound. “You okay?”
You didn’t say anything, just shut your eyes as your lips begun to tremble.
“Y/N,” Tony called once again, worry flooding his gaze. “Hey, you okay? Y/N!”
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, finally opening your eyes to meet his own. You watched as his lips parted, tears streaming down your cheeks as you mentally berated yourself. “I screwed everything up,” you huffed, “I ruined your suit, your lab, and it’s my fault. I’m-”
“It’s okay, kid,” Tony interrupted, his voice soft with the utmost sincerity. Your lips parted in bafflement, eyes widening as you met his own.
“Wh-What?”
“I’m not mad,” he shrugged, glancing at Pepper briefly, “i’m more worried than anything.”
“Oh,” you mumbled, turning to your leg, “it’s okay. It doesn’t hurt that much.”
“It’s gonna hurt when I pull it out.”
“Wait, wh-”
A scream left your lips as Tony ripped the larger slate of metal out of your leg, barely giving you breathing time before pulling the one in your ankle out. Your hands slapped against the floor next to you, bracing yourself as you panted heavily, your heart practically pounding against your chest.
“Tony!”
“She’s okay,” Tony called, nodded, “she’s all good.” Turning to you, he pushed himself up to his feet, his arm coming around your shoulders to help pull you up. “Come on,” he soothed, “we should get this checked out.”
“For God’s sake, Tony, you could’ve done more damage.”
“It’s okay,” you whispered, nodding at Pepper. Turning your head to Tony, you let it fall against his chest, appreciating the moment of warmth you felt flood through you.
You missed the shocked, but content look that passed over Tony’s face and the smile that fell on Pepper’s lips as she regarded the both of you.
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he’s had the instinct since he met you to protect you
“you are just so precious”
you just blush and hit him and he laughs
your relationship progresses and its doesn’t get worse but it just heightens slightly (because nothing gets worse with thor, if you know what i mean)(cuz he’s a good egg)
he’s just instinctively protective of you in the purest of ways because he loves and cares about you
so when someone else tries to step up to you, his love, guess what the fuck happens
he eyes the person warily, detecting if they are a threat to you or if you can handle it yourself
if they get way to close for anyone’s liking he rises up and doesn’t really have to do anything else but step up behind you and wrap his massive arm around your shoulders and smile (menacingly) down at the dude/person/creep
“if you would like to leave in one piece then i suggest you leave my partner alone. otherwise we will have a massive problem.”
and the creep just kinda looks between you guys and backs up and scatters
thor is happy and proud and just kisses you sweetly and you pat his muscular arm
After co-existing with the symbiote for so long, you’d expect to learn a few things, mainly: it was an absolute heathen for chocolate
You’d lost count of how many times you’d try to hide secret stashes in cupboards and drawers, only to nearly cry in defeat when a little black blob of goo would purr and grumble as it nibbled on what chocolate it could find
It took a will of steel to refuse the little buggar when you actually managed to covet a piece long enough for yourself to enjoy, though you did have to admit the symbiote had ‘puppy-eyes’ nailed down to a goddamn science
“I’m not giving you any chocolate, this piece is mine, you’ve already inhaled yours like the heathen you are” you hissed, glaring down at the pile of goop grumbling on your stomach
’Want’ its deep voice echoed, a rugged purr quickly followed, the same purr it used when it tried its best to persuade you into things you’d much rather /not/ do
“No”
The symbiote seemed to actually melt as it pouted, giving an occasional ’huff’ to let you know it was pouting and probably wouldn’t stop until you gave it even a bite of your chocolate
Groaning in defeat, you broke off a tiny piece before offering it to the symbiote, rolling your eyes as it quickly reformed, little goopy ‘arms’ -as you called them- reaching forward to gently grasp the chocolate from you before literally inhaling it
For Anonymous: For Anonymous: “Thor is really self conscious about his eye patch and thinks the reader won’t love him anymore but it’s like fluffy comfort when she asks him what’s wrong?” Also @captain-ariel-barnes and @thortillas insisted on knowing EXACTLY when this went up! 💖💖💖
A/N: THERE ARE ABSOLUTELY NO INFINITY WAR SPOILERS IN THIS AT ALL, despite the title and the gif. This one specific reference just fit. Really well. And if you’ve noticed, I’ve been keeping the shorter, fluffy drabbles without a read more cut because I have a theory that people in safe mode might be able to view them on their dashboard or in the thor x reader tag but not on my blog so…let me know if this theory is correct please!
Oh plus, Odin did, in fact, give his eye for Wisdom. That’s how he got an eyepatch. It’s a whole thing.
Warnings: Nada. Super cute. Super touchy. Super fluffy with a dash of angst because…Thor’s got a lot to deal with all the time.
Words: 1,999 (wow i couldn’t just add one more and make it even? awesome.)
You’d never seen Thor like this before. Sure, he got serious when he needed to, but normally he was bright and sunny and enthusiastic. Normally he was all about holding your hand and showing affection openly. Normally, he wasn’t weighed down with a whole kingdom on his shoulders. And you tried to understand that, but this was a whole personality shift.
He sulked. A lot. He was quiet when he’d usually be boisterous. He was contemplative, rather than running his mouth and tripping over himself. And you missed your happy, sappy, romantic God of a boyfriend. Desperately.
You just wanted to talk to him. You reminded yourself that asking him to open up and trust you to listen to him wasn’t a lot. It was part of the deal of being together. So you sighed, pushed his door open without knocking, and entered the room. He hadn’t even gotten out yet, but he was awake and shirtless.
“Hey baby,” you whispered, shutting the door behind you softly.
He didn’t look over at you. The fingers of his right hand played with the metal eyepatch that replaced one of his brilliant blue eyes as he faced the ceiling. You went over to the bed, got under the sheet with him, and tried to duck under that arm at its bend. He barely reacted except to shift so you fit.
“You hungry?” you asked, knowing he was almost always hungry. He was a big man, after all. “I could make grilled cheese or something.”
He shook his head. But that was it. And you felt your stomach tighten and your heart sink. You couldn’t stand seeing him like this anymore, so you turned over so you were facing him, which forced you to throw an arm over his torso.
“Thor, baby, what’s wrong?” you asked, bending your arm so you could reach to scratch the hairs on his chin.
“I look like my father,” he said after another whole minute of silence.
That was all he gave you, so your brow pinched up in the middle and you asked, “And? Is that a bad thing?”
“Maybe?” he said. “He wasn’t a great person. Good leader, but made some awful mistakes-”
“Okay, but you’re not your father, Thor. You just look like him – which, for the record, I can neither confirm nor deny, given I never saw your father myself.” You said it just to state a fact, not to rub it in his face.
Still, he sighed and shut his eye. He never lifted his fingers from his eyepatch, so you reached out and pulled his hand away yourself.
“What’s all of this mopeiness really about?” you asked softly, just trying to get some answers. Real answers to problems that you could turn into solutions. When he didn’t answer again, you pulled his hand to your lips and kissed each knuckle, and in between you said, “You – know – you – can – tell – me – anything.”
“You’ll think I’m being ridiculous,” he said, not so much a warning as it was a statement. “Or maybe that’s just me hoping.”
“You really need to be more straightforward, Thor,” you said, a little hint of a laugh in your tone. You missed hearing him laugh so much, you’d even take a single chuckle at that point.
He took a second, but then he finally made eye contact with you. You bit your lip and tried to make it look like you were waiting patiently, but you weren’t. You were anxious, and when you got anxious, you got antsy. You tried to focus on drawing patterns on his skin, just to expend some energy.
“Ragnarok didn’t change me, but being put on the throne did,” he said.
You wanted to tell him that that didn’t matter to you. You thought he was an amazing king – and honestly, you tried not to think about what that meant for you more than who it made him. But you stayed quiet and let him speak, since it was what you’d asked for in the first place.
“I had to face my people and swear I’d protect them, and I’ve tried… But then I got a glimpse at my reflection. I thought I’d seen a ghost, (Y/N),” he said. “I look like my father. I’ve taken his seat and his title and his responsibility, but I can live with all of that. What bothers me still is that I look like him.”
You stared, because he wasn’t getting to the point. You still wanted to give him the opportunity to talk if he had anything else to say, but apparently, that was it. So you said, “I don’t see the problem here.”
“Odin gave his eye for Wisdom,” he said, as if it was supposed to make sense in a Midgardian context. “He wore an eyepatch most of his life, and all of mine.”
You blinked fast twice, then once slower, for exaggerated effect. He was right. You thought he was being ridiculous.
“Thor, are you trying to tell me you’re sad all the time because you have one less eye?” you asked, trying your best to be sensitive. You didn’t think you were successful, especially when he turned his eye away from you.
“I’m not sad because I have one less eye,” he insisted. “I’m upset because…”
“Because?” you asked, your fingers stopping their ministrations on his chest.
“Because what if you can’t see past it? What if the loss of my eye makes you see me differently? What if-” he sighed, still unable to look at you. “What if you change your mind about me?”
You almost laughed, but you bit your lip to keep the feeling in. You knew it would only make him more upset, so you waited until you could calm down. You let out the tension from the laugh in a long breath, then sat up until you were kneeling in the space between the side of his arm and his torso.
“Thor Odinson,” you said softly, “you should know me well enough by now to know that a piece of metal, a crude haircut, and a few extra scars are not going to make me fall out of love with you.” You picked up the hand you’d kissed moments ago so he couldn’t bring it back to his eyepatch. Shoving your fingers between his large ones, you waited until he did meet your gaze to continue. “You could have a metal arm like Bucky. You could’ve been shrunk four feet and be shorter than me. But as long as you’re still the man I love enough to wait around for whenever you go back into space, you have absolutely nothing to worry about.”
It took him a second, but he let out a long sigh of relief. You swore you saw his lower lid fill with tears before he shut his eye again. Letting his hand drop to your thigh, you leaned down and kissed the rough scarred skin around his eyepatch, one little bit at a time until you’d made your way all the way around the socket and back to the start. Then you trailed kisses to his lips, and when you met there, he let out little breathy laughs, like he couldn’t believe his fortune.
When you pulled away to sit back, his hand followed you, attached to your cheek. His palm was almost larger than your head, so you leaned into him with a smile.
“Maybe I do see you differently now,” you said, but without breaking connection with him. “But that’s not a bad thing.”
“What do you see now?” he asked.
You raised your eyebrows. “I’m only gonna tell you if you’re sure you wanna hear.”
He let one tear fall sideways down his face. You couldn’t tell if it was residual from the flood before your kisses, or if was new. It didn’t matter. He nodded, and you turned your face to his palm and kissed it once before turning back.
“Before all of this Ragnarok stuff, you were sunny. All the time. Bright and happy and – god – so wonderful. I’d get distracted on missions watching you fight. Have I mentioned that before?”
He laughed, though the sound was cut short. He seemed overcome with emotion, as his eye kept filling and spilling and filling again. “You have. I’ve seen it happen, too,” he said.
“Yes, and I’ll deny this conversation ever happened if you tell anyone,” you said, never losing your smile behind the threat.
Thor nodded, not losing his, either. That was a good sign, you knew.
“So, anyway, yeah. When you came back this time, things were different. It wasn’t the eyepatch. It was the way you carried your shoulders and…I don’t know. You walked like you were missing half of you – took me a bit to realize it was because Mjolnir was gone, but still. Yeah, I saw you differently. I saw you physically vulnerable. Do you know how often mortals get to see Gods like that?” you asked.
He didn’t have an answer, or at the very least, he didn’t give one.
“Pretty much never,” you told him. “And, you know, when I think about it like that, I’m kind of honored. Because for so much of our relationship, you’ve taken care of me. You’re stronger and faster and…whatever else, so I just let it happen. Then you stepped off that ship and you looked like you were gonna fall apart and, yeah, Thor, I saw you differently. I saw you as someone I got to take care of. And I’m more honored for that than anything else.”
Silence fell. You bit your lip again, watching as a mix of emotions passed over his features. This was one of those times you wished you had powers like Wanda’s, so you could see into his head and hear his thoughts. Thor was normally open, but you’d already considered how that had changed. You weren’t surprised, even as the silence dragged on.
But then he sat up, leaning on one arm. He was practically draped over your lap, but you made no sign of discomfort. It was his turn to say whatever it was he had to say.
“I’m sorry,” he sighed. “I should’ve come to you sooner about all of this.” He couldn’t even meet your gaze, so you moved your hand to his cheek, bending slightly to meet him halfway.
“You have nothing to apologize for, baby,” you told him. “And nothing to worry about – not when it comes to me, anyway. I know you’ve got a lot else on your mind.” You sat up again and kissed his forehead, then pulled his head against your chest.
His arms went around you as he relaxed. You felt the tension leave every muscle in his body. Somehow he managed to put most of his weight on you without knocking you backward while also relaxing, but you didn’t question how that worked. You just let it happen. You kissed his forehead again, then put your cheek against it so your hair fell over his shoulders.
“Can you say it again?” he asked quietly.
“Say what?”
“That you love me,” he whispered. He sounded a lot like he had when he’d come back to Earth after Ragnarok, and it broke your heart a little.
You knew this was going to be a slow climb up a long, treacherous hill, but you were willing to make the climb with him. That was what made it so easy for you to shut your eyes and say, “I love you so much, Thor.” You heard him hum, then you let the air hang between you for a minute. Of course, you couldn’t let that last too long, though. “And not just because the eyepatch makes you look like a super sexy pirate or anything.”
He laughed, and the vibrations from his chest shook and warmed you at the same time. “Good to know,” he said.
A concept: Steve, with super soldier sensitive nose, finds women smell a lot better than men. Not that men smell bad, just… women seem to use more subtle floral or fruity smelling things. Men’s stuff is always spicy in some way. The first time he went to buy himself soap and he swiveled down the men’s aisle he was nearly knocked off his feet by the smell. (He has JARVIS order his soap now.) The women’s aisle is cloying but not bad.
So he can’t understand why Tony always smells so good.
It drives him absolutely bananas. When they’re in the decontamination showers, Tony still smells good, even with the plain soaps everyone has to use. Sometimes Bruce has to use his shower but he never smells the same as Tony. Steve’s even gone so far as to sneak into Tony’s bathroom (and then been shocked by the sheer amount of product that exists in Tony’s shower) and try and sniff out what exactly it is, but he can’t find it. He figures it’s just something that’s specifically Tony.
And then he sees Tony rubbing something creamy onto his bruised arm after a battle. The only reason he doesn’t tackle Tony to the ground is because he saw him get thrown into a building and he’s probably sore. “WHAT’S THAT!” he bellows without meaning to, making every Avenger except for Bruce jump, and that’s only because Bruce is passed out across Thor’s lap. Tony stares at him in terror before cautiously answering, “A bruise cream?” He makes a startled, squeaky noise as Steve lunges at him, pressing his nose to his skin. There. That’s the smell. “What’s in it,” he hisses like some sort of goblin. “…Aloe and arnica?” Tony squeaks. “It smells good,” Steve tells him with perhaps more aggression than he means to again. “…Thank you,” Tony says after a minute, at a loss for literally any other words.
Steve: WHAT’S THAT!!!
Tony: …. A Bruise Cream…?
Steve: w HATs’ IN IT
Tony: Aloe and arnica…?
Steve: ….
I had to. I just had to. God, @reioka, your ideas!!! Just. Your IDEAS!!!
warnings – mild language, like 3 curse words. my awful interpretation of american high school haha
pairing – peter parker x stark!fem!reader
word count – 3044 (yay finally they’ve been so short recently sorry!!)
Warmth.
The first thing you felt. The warmth from the sunlight beaming in through the window. The warmth of the blankets you were nestled under. The warmth from the body wrapped around yours.
Opening your eyes slowly, you could see the mess of hair on the pillow next to you. A faint smile crossed your lips as you rubbed your tired eyes and snuggled further into the body next to you, eliciting a sleepy moan. Peter’s arms tightened around you and you let out a breathy laugh.
“Peter,” your voice was raspy, sending your boyfriend crazy. “You’re gonna be late.”
“I don’t care,” his eyes remained closed, as if he was grasping on to his last few minutes of sleep. He pressed his face further into the pillow, breathing deeply.
“I’m gonna be late,” you leaned into him, taking in his scent. These were your favourite types of mornings, waking up beside him, enjoying each other’s presence.
Peter groaned, stretching his arms dramatically. You giggled, watching him as he almost fell out of the bed. He opened his eyes slowly and looked over you, taking in your semi-conscious appearance. He smiled down at you and leaned over to place a kiss on your cheek. You smiled back up at him, sitting up to face him.
“I’m going to shower,” he announced, standing drowsily and trying to even his balance. You watched him as he padded through your bedroom towards the bathroom, and sighed as he closed the door behind him. You heard the water turn on and stood slowly, moving towards your wardrobe. Rifling through your clothes, you eventually decided on a pair of leggings and an old t-shirt. Putting them on quickly, you sat back down on the bed and grabbed your phone from your bedside table. Clicking it on, the time appeared before you.
“Shit,” you stood and sprinted over to the bathroom door. “Peter! It’s 7:45, you might want to hurry up.”
A series of crashes were the only response, before Peter opened the door, dripping wet in only a towel. “Crap.”
You ran over to your drawers, grabbing some of Peter’s clothes that had been left there, tossing them towards him as he hurried to dry his hair. He threw them on instantly, droplets of water still dotted across his skin.
“I’ll grab something to eat on the way,” he rushed past you, grabbing his backpack and giving you a quick kiss. “I’ll see you after school!”
He opened the window and flung himself out of it. A breath caught in your throat, only releasing when you saw him swinging down the block. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh as you turned, then noticed his Midtown sweater lying on the floor. Walking over, you picked it up and considered it in your hands. On multiple occasions Peter had left it here and had returned throughout the day to pick it up, so this was pretty normal. Tying it around your waist you dismissed your thoughts and headed towards the lab.
Working with your father was an interesting experience. The time that wasn’t spent deciphering some complex equations was passed arguing and screaming due to your clashing personalities. Everyone said that you were too alike, “there’s too much Tony in you”, but you knew it was because you both wanted to do the right thing and your opinions conflicted on what the right thing was.
You threw open the door to the lab and found Bruce working at a large screen. He glanced up quickly, giving you a small smile before going back to his work. You had learnt over time that leaving Bruce to work whilst he was in the zone was the best way to go about any social interaction. You didn’t want to risk him losing his train of thought, as he was often assisting your father with something important. You continued through the lab until you found Tony sitting at a computer, coffee cup in hand.
“I didn’t think coffee was really your thing,” you joked, sitting in the chair next to him.
“Usually it’s not,” he turned to look at you, crossing his legs. “But I’ve been looking at this damn code for so long I think I’m actually going crazy.”
“Let me have a look,” you turned the screen to face you, flicking back up to the start. “What’s the issue?”
“It keeps giving me random numbers, can’t figure out why. Equations are all good, checked the values and everything with Bruce. I can’t get it,” he stood, stretching his legs and walking in small circles, a hologram appearing containing various bits of data.
“Oh,” you said, your eyebrows raised. “It’s here, you’re missing a bracket. Syntax error.”
The look Tony gave you could have moved planets, you had never seen someone look more shocked and simultaneously confused.
“What?” he sat down again, pulling the screen towards him. “Well then, I think it’s clear where you got your brains from.” He leaned back in the chair, taking a swig of coffee.
“Y’know, it’s pretty normal for stuff like that to slip by. It’s like 7 in every 10 times there’s an issue, it’s probably syntax,” you smiled, voicing your Stark sarcasm. Despite not inheriting many of Tony’s appearances, you definitely had the same sense of humour. Running the program, you saw the data appear on the hologram and Tony’s eyes lit up like christmas lights.
“What’s next?” you smiled, feeling proud of yourself.
“Bruce is working on a prototype of an anti-gravity device, but we need some stuff picking up. Could you run out for us?” he looked across at the grimace on your face, then added to his point. “You can get food.”
“Sold, to the man with the glowing chest,” you stood up, exaggerating your point at your father. He tossed you a credit card and you shoved it in your pocket. “What do you need?”
“I’ll get FRIDAY to send it to you, it’s just some simple materials. Shouldn’t be too hard to find. Take Happy with you, he seems to be getting comfortable downstairs,” Tony glanced across at you, a smile on his face. “Thank you for this.”
You sent a smile to your father, then turned towards the elevator.
“FRIDAY? Bottom floor, please,” you spoke, easing at the familiar voice in response.
“Of course Miss, I’ll send the list from Mr Stark and Dr Banner to your cell phone.”
“Thanks.”
Upon reaching the bottom floor, you saw Happy outside the front door waiting. You strolled over and pushed open the large, glass door. “Good morning Happy!”
“I see someone was here this morning,” Happy looked up from his phone, giving you one of his signature looks.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about-”
“The longer this goes on, the more trouble it’s going to be when the boss finds out.”
“I know, Happy. I get it, I’ll sort it,” you opened the car door and jumped in, Happy doing the same in the driver’s seat. “Downtown is probably our best bet, and I’ve heard there’s a really good churro place.”
“Peter,” Ned called down the hallway as Peter sped towards him. “Dude, you’re late for Chem and Mr Cobwell is in a bad mood.”
“Shit,” Peter muttered, pulling his backpack further up his back. “What do I do?”
“I got you bro, I told him you were at the nurse.”
“Ned, I owe you. Big time,” Peter finally allowed himself to breathe, leaning over to place his hands on his knees. “What’s next period?”
“Gym,” Ned replied. “I heard they’re gonna put one of those Captain America videos on again.”
“Gym, okay. Wait-”
“Peter, just come sleep,” you spoke softly, reaching your arms out from underneath the blankets. “It’s nice and cozy.”
“But what if your dad comes in?”
“FRIDAY,” you looked towards the ceiling. “Tell me if dad comes anywhere near the hallway, please. Wake me up if I’m asleep?”
“Of course, Miss.”
“Thank you!” you turned back towards Peter. “I’m starting to think you just wanted an excuse.”
“Of course not,” Peter smiled down at you, leaning across to take your hand in his. “Just let me take these off.”
He leaned back to unbutton his jeans and remove them quickly, before taking off his sweater, throwing it across the room.
“Shit, I left it at (Y/N)’s,” Peter spoke to himself, louder than he had realised.
“(Y/N)? Like (Y/N) Stark?” Ned’s voice rose alongside his enthusiasm
“Shhhh!” Peter pulled his friend into a hallway. “Okay, yes, (Y/N) Stark. But you can’t tell anyone. I mean anyone. Not even MJ.”
“Oh, okay,” Ned nodded, confident in his ability to keep a secret whilst Peter felt the exact opposite.
“I think I have a spare shirt in my locker,” Peter trailed off, stepping towards the row of lockers in the corridor.
Driving towards Brooklyn was a calming experience. You sat with your legs up on the dashboard, the window slightly open so that your hair blew out of your face. Your phone was tucked into your pocket and you had received the list of materials.
“Where can we get anti-static acrylic?” you looked across at Happy, who was fully focused on the road ahead. If it had been anyone else he would have made them sit in the back, but you had known Happy since you were a kid. He was like an uncle to you, most of the team were family at this point.
“There’s a store in Brooklyn, they stock all kinds of obscure materials. We’ll head there,” he replied without looking at you and you turned to watch outside your window.
As the car pulled up in front of the store, you grabbed a worn-down cap and a pair of sunglasses from the glovebox. You glanced towards Happy, noticing how his phone was instantly in his hand, before opening the door and hurrying into the building. Recently the press had been more interested in you, wanting to ask you about your father and his new apprentice, Spiderman. You had known Peter’s alter ego since the beginning, but it had taken you by surprise when the first paparazzi had asked you about him. You had stumbled over your words, which was strange because you had inherited your father’s cool when talking to strangers. It was safest to try and avoid the paps, for fear of spilling something about Peter or your relationship. That would be difficult to explain to your father.
The store was cold, sending a shiver down your spine as you stepped in. You glanced around before deciding to speak to an employee. Removing your sunglasses, you headed towards a young woman wearing a store shirt.
“Hi, I was wondering if you could help me find some materials?” you asked politely, smiling softly.
“Sure- Oh my god, you’re (Y/N) Stark,” the employee looked at you with wide eyes. You cursed internally, maintaining the smile on your face.
“Uh, yeah,” you chuckled.
“Of course I can help, what are you looking for?” you could hear the nervous waver in her voice.
“Some anti-static acrylic and polarizing film, if you have some?” you continued your confident act despite the defeat that lingered behind your eyes. You knew exactly how this was going to end.
“Let me go have a look in the back, I’ll only be a few minutes,” the girl rushed off, stumbling over her own feet.
You wandered the store when you shivered again. You ran your hands across your arms before remembering the sweater tied around your waist. Untying it, you pulled it on over your t-shirt. Your arms were immediately grateful, the goosebumps that had covered your skin fading away. You had been browsing for a few minutes when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.
Paps outside, must have found out we’re here – Happy
Opening Twitter on your phone you instantly saw your name trending, the account at the top belonging to the store employee.
“Hi, sorry to keep you waiting,” a familiar voice returned. You looked up to see the employee. “I’ve got your acrylic and film.”
She held out a bag to you and you glanced in to check the contents.
“Thanks,” you smiled, still trying to hide your annoyance. She followed you across to the tills where you pressed your father’s credit card to the card machine before leaving quickly.
The second you stepped outside, your sight was invaded with flashing lights and your ears bombarded with shouts. You swiftly put your sunglasses on and made a bee-line for the car.
“How’s Tony?”
“Have you spoken to Spiderman?”
“Where did you get your sweater?”
Crap.
“Did you see the new pictures of Stark’s kid? She’s wearing our sweater!” Peter overheard a group of girls talking as he headed towards the gymnasium. He immediately pulled out his phone, heading to social media and seeing the pictures of you flash onto his screen.
“Is that your sweater?” Ned peered over his shoulder before Peter brushed him away.
“Who else’s could it be?” Peter racked his brain for an excuse to use in gym class.
As the two boys entered the changing room the subject of conversation continued from one social group to another.
“Yeah, she’s wearing a Midtown sweater.”
“Where did she get it?”
“I don’t know, but she’s fit.”
Peter’s blood boiled at the way the boys spoke about you, he wanted nothing more than to stick them against the wall.
“Yo, what are you looking at Parker?” one of the jocks was staring Peter down, who hadn’t realised he had been staring in the first place.
“I- uh- nothing,” Peter backed away, towards where Ned had began to change. He reached into his locker, pulling out a pair of yellow shorts and a white shirt. “All I got. Shit.”
“Dude, it’ll be fine. Coach’ll mention it like once, then you’re fine,” Ned spoke, pulling on his sweater.
Peter and Ned entered the gym with their classmates, Peter sticking out like a sore thumb.
“Parker,” Coach Wilson yelled. “Get over here. Where’s your kit?”
“Sorry Sir, it’s in- in the laundry,” Peter stuttered, looking up at his coach.
“Woah, coincidence. You have that Stark internship, right? Did you lend your sweater to (Y/N) Stark?” Flash yelled out from the bleachers, high-fiving his friends.
“I mean, I’ve never-”
“It’s funny that you have that internship, but you’ve never met Stark or his daughter? Come on,” Flash taunted, pride painted across his face.
“I, uh-”
“He’s met her!” Ned yelled out, standing from his seat on the bleachers. Turning on his heels, Peter’s face flushed red as he glared at his friend.
“I’m not supposed to talk about it,” he spoke sternly. If looks could kill, Ned would be flat on the ground.
“Well then,” Flash spun around, ever the entertainer. “Why not just ask her for your sweater back?”
“I can’t- it’s not. It’s not mine.”
The room went silent as Peter’s phone began to ring from his pocket. Lifting it to his ear slowly and giving a quick glance to Coach Wilson, he pressed the answer button.
“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s (Y/N),” Peter flinched at the name, fully aware everyone else in the gym could hear as it bounced from wall to wall. “I was out and I had your sweater and the press got pictures and now they’ve all blown up online. I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean for any of this-”
The panic in your voice was clear, which worried Peter. He had seen you this way only a few times before, he was much more used to the confident, upbeat (Y/N).
“Hey, don’t worry about it. I think they’ve kind of figured it out already,” he turned away from the bleachers, exiting the gym and lowering his voice.
“Are you in class? Sorry, I should have texted.”
“No, it’s fine. Wait, what about your dad?”
Peter heard you curse under your breath.
“I’m gonna go talk to him. God I hope he hasn’t seen the pictures yet.”
“Hasn’t he seen you with it before?”
“Not the logo. I need to go, I need to hurry. I’ll let you know if it’s safe to come by after school.”
“Okay, I love you.”
“I love you too,” despite everything going on, Peter could hear you smile through the phone.
Re-entering the gym, all eyes were on Peter.
“So, Parker. How does one get a Stark internship?”
You rushed towards the lab, carrier bag in hand. Throwing open the door you placed the bag on a desk next to Bruce and continued through to where you had left your father this morning. He was sat in an almost identical position, staring at the computer screen in front of him. Walking over slowly, you could see the pictures of you on the screen.
“Hey,” you spoke quietly, your hands shaking slightly with anxiety.
“So, I’m assuming it’s Peter’s sweater? Is this just all blown out of proportion?” he looked up at you, radiating a sense of understanding.
“I mean, it’s his. He left it here. This morning,” your eyes darted to the ground, your brain running wild with possible reactions. Most of them bad.
“How long has this been happening?” your father seemed calm, which unsettled you. You had expected him to be annoyed, angry even.
“A few months, pretty much since he came here the first time,” you rubbed your hands together, doing anything to avoid Tony’s gaze.
“Damn,” he leaned back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head. “And I didn’t notice the whole time? I must be getting old.”
“You’re not mad?” you looked up, your eyebrows furrowing together.
“You know what I was like before you came along, right?” he glanced across at you. You shook your head in response, you didn’t speak much of his life before you.
“Well, I was much worse than you kiddo,” he laughed to himself. “Does he make you happy?”
“Yes,” you exhaled, letting out a breathy laugh.
“Then I’m happy,” Tony stood and walked across to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and smiled down at you. “Now, did you get our stuff?”
a/n – I really hope you liked it! I had a lot of fun writing this one, it ended up quite dialogue heavy but I think it’s okay!! sending love ❤
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
He’s a bit scared to cum in or on you, but he really likes the thought of cumming in your mouth. Nothing thrills him more than wanting to see his cum fill your mouth, so much that it starts leaking from the corners of your mouth and dribbles down your chin. His come is a little off from being thick and both shoots and pours from his cock. Seeing him cum is a really beautiful sight man, I wish I had a visual to show you guys what I mean.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He most definitely jerks off to the thought of cumming in your mouth, but he always feels so bad afterwards and avoids you because he just too embarrassed. Honestly, when he has a crush, he usually jerks off to the thought of them. Who better than to jerk off to than the person that holds his affection?
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Seeing his s/o legs. Tamaki is a real leg man and just loves seeing his s/o bare thighs in about anything they wear. If you want to get him in the mood quick and easy, shave your legs, slap some coconut oil on them and ask him to feel them. He’ll be hesitant at first, but as soon as his fingers brush your calf, he’s done for and will want you instantly.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Such a pretty cock. It’s 4.7 inches long but it’s thick! Likes it’s going to be pretty hard to get his cock in you at first because of how thick it is. The head and the shaft are around the same width and it’s all flushed an adorable pink color. He has a few blue veins that run up and down the length of his cock and he is uncircumcised. His balls are pretty average too, nothing really to write home about, but they are pretty sensitive.
first things first: sex with kurt = a promise to be married one day, pretty much.
(don’t even imagine him buying you a promise ring for christmas. DON’T.)
kurt was very nervous the first time you got to the physical side of your relationship, because, well, he’s him and you’re you – but once you show him that you love every inch of his blue skin and his tail, he gets more and more confident in himself.
the first time you had sex – it was his first time, and he was really REALLY nervous.
it started off as an innocent makeout session, but soon enough he was on top of you with his hands groping your chest and chests heaving against one another.
once you softly palmed against his bulge, his plump lips detached from yours, panting heavily.
“do you want me, kurt?” you had asked softly, completely understanding of his morals. (you were ready for rejection – but you were shocked at his breathy laugh, and small smile.)
it only took seconds for you guys to rid of each others clothing, moving him to rest his back against the headboard.
his tail winded around your waist as his are were your chest, eyes skewed shut as you sunk onto him for the first time.
afterwards, kurt held you tightly against him and whispered how in love he is with you, and how he’s so grateful that you’re his.
when kurt tells peter and scott that he lost his virginity, peter straight spits out his drink as scott cheers.
“NO, PETER WE ARE NOT HAVING A PARTY-” “DUDE THIS IS A DAY TO REMEMBER”
kurt LOVES oral. like, L O V E S IT.
he loves how soft and teasing you are, using the tip of your tongue to lick up his length; those doe eyes staring up at him.
he also likes to cum in your mouth, omg.
kurt can kinda lose himself when you take him deep, throat contracting around his cock; that’s when he lets out a broken gasp and cums.
he feels bad at first, but the sight of you swallowing is enough to get him hard again.
he’s a bit scared to give you oral at first because of his teeth, but he’s a quick learner.
(plus the way you squirm against his hold is so fucking hot)
his teeth have a habit of sinking down into your skin when he gets too into it – when he pauses, thinking he’s hurt you, he’s shocked to see that you’re even more turned on than before.
kurt also discovers that you like it when he speaks german to you.
“mögst du das, liebling?” like that, darling?
when kurt cums, he’s quite vocal; his moans gets a little higher, breaths quicker.
he also adores kissing while he cums, so you make a point to kiss him when he does.
KURT LOVES CUDDLES AFTERWARDS. DO NOT FIGHT ME ON THIS.
he’s also super clingy and soft and warm and smiley okay.
(if the song i just had sex by the lonely island was around during the 80s, peter would definitely blast that outside your room. he’s a prick.)
(please let me know if the german is wrong if you speak it! i got it from google!)
Requested By:@shieldgirl95 “Omg I would love if you wanted to write something based on your post earlier!” Of course! I’m here to deliver. Also this is referring to the Loki actually liking neck kisses post.
Summary: After seeing the way Loki talks about the universe in such beauty, you want him to actually experience the things you find beautiful in the city. After some convincing, you are allowed to do so with Loki.
A/N: I love doing requests, plus this was a nice topic to imagine 🙂
Gazing into the mirror you smiled. You had spent all morning working on dolling yourself up to perfection. Your hair styled to perfection and your makeup present, you were finally ready. You tugged on the jacket you wore and nodded. Today would be the first day you and Loki went out on an actual date. Of course you two had shared moments inside the tower, but nothing compared to having the luxury of a true first date.
The steps of your boots echoed in the long hallway. Your excitement was completely evident in your face. This took a lot of convincing to both Tony and the other avengers. Even Thor was a bit skeptical but he trusted his brother’s love for you and that this was a genuine task you two deserve.
Meanwhile, Loki stood in his room. His black suit was tailored upon his body perfectly. His hair shiny as ever. Although his appearance took a good impression, he was still worried. He hadn’t wanted anyone to look down upon you due to his wrong doings while on earth. Even still, sometimes he wondered how you even took such interest in him after the awful things he had done in his life. Yet, time and time again you proved just how much you adored him despite this.
Your hand knocked twice upon his door before sliding it open. “Loki?” You called out and walked into the room. You take a stance and suddenly despite the room seeming empty, two arms wrap around your waist from behind. You gasp, “Every time,” you chuckle, “I should be used to it by now.”
“I completely agree, you really are friend to my brother.” He teases and your turn to face him nudging his arm.
“Come on, we have no time to waste.” You grab his hand and begin to walk out of his room.
He stops you in your tracks and sighs, “Y/N, are you sure this is a good idea?”
Your face him and your look softens. “Loki, my love, my special snowflake,” you both chuckle in unison, “I’ve never been more sure in my life. Whatever I have expressed to you here, I have no issue at all presenting it out there. I want you to experience this.” Loki smiles at you and nods. His hand gently lifts yours to his lips and he presses a soft yet firm kiss upon it.
“As you wish my love.”
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While you walked on towards the subway, you couldn’t help but point out every single shop and building near by. The small details were important, especially when explaining to someone who had never experienced this.
“Okay so now the subway, it’s time to humble you my prince.” You chuckled.
“Oh dear, what is it this time?” He questioned. You fiddled with the strap of your shoulder bag and shrugged, “Well we’re going on the subway now and let’s just say there’s quite peculiar people down there.” Loki nodded and arched an eyebrow before walking down the steps next to you.
You entered one of the carts after paying and it was immensely crowded. The oder was that of humidity and popcorn for an odd reason. You held onto one the leather cuffs upon the ceiling. Loki stood next to you, incredibly close making sure everyone knew just who you resided with. There had been one woman in particular gazing up at the prince as if he were a piece of meat. Feeling eyes on him Loki snapped his gaze at her and gave her a look of disgust.
Finally you made it to your desired location. It was a huge art museum. You’ve noticed how hesitant Loki had been to get close to you. He had been worried to embarrass you.
“I always enjoyed observing art, in a sense you could see what the artist felt.” You say looking to your right and seen Loki analyzing the painting as well.
“It’s lovely.” He smiled back at you. He adored the way you looked at life. You had been one of the only people who seemed to understand that there was a much larger perspective amongst life.
“And what do you see?” You asked softly.
“I see heart. The artist was happy. The way the lines are coordinated as if a dance is taking place,” he let out a warm chuckle, “it possesses a unique warm quality…it reminds me of someone I know.” He gazed at you from the corner of his eye.
You playfully gasped and held a hand up to your chest, “Who? Me?”
“No, banner.” He jokes and nudged him with your arm before he began to laugh along with you.
Despite having a great time, you noticed that there were stares. There were side comments and gasps as you two walked along. Of course you only gripped Loki’s hand tighter. You two resided in a park, there was currently a festival being held simultaneously.
Sitting on a park bench you noticed an ice cream truck and you cooed, “Ooo! Loki you have to try this, I’ll be back.” He watched as you eagerly ran over to the line in front of the large truck.
You ordered and had come back with a large banana split in your hands. You snook up behind him and pressed a soft kiss upon his neck.
“What is this?” He questioned
“Affection.” You mumbled into his neck and set the ice cream on the bench before wrapping your arms around his firm shoulders.
“Disgusting.” You rolled your eyes and moved your head back as there was a silence.
“Do it again.” He said and you chuckled before placing five more tiny pecks upon his pale neck.
Afterwards you had sat down next to him and held up the bowl and a spoon. You handed him one and quickly dug in on your side.
“So this is ice cream?” He observed. You noticed the crinkles by his eyes as he questioned what was about to enter his mouth.
“Don’t question it—just eat it.”
“Now dear, we’re in public there’s no need for vulgar language.” He teased and you rose an eyebrow at him as you chuckled.
Quickly her bit into one of the scoops without the spoon. You shrieked and laughed.
“Loki!” You scolded him as he licked the remains on his lips.
“What? My body isn’t as sensitive as the rest of these midgardians. I’m a frost giant Incase you’ve forgotten.” You shook your head and smirked at him.
You were glad Loki had seemed to be enjoying himself. After talk of nonsense and of the things you two seen today, you completed the desert you shared. You two decided to gather around a jazz band that had been playing. A few people danced and others were with their families and watched.
“Did you have fun today?” You asked him cheerfully. He took your hand in his. This was the first time he had done it on his own today. He rubbed your knuckles with his thumbs gently.
“I can say with quite some pride that I did.”
You moved closer to him and smirked, “Mmm yeah? What was your favorite part of leaving the tower?”
“Midgard’s moon…of course seeing it from a window doesn’t compare with the way it shines down on you as we speak…” his voice is soft and it causes you to blush madly. “…but, there is still one more thing I’d enjoy doing.”
“And what is that?” Seeing as though more people took notice upon his being there, you felt protective. As if hearing the words you spoke to him earlier in his mind, Loki pulled you firmly to his chest. His palm rested in the small of your back before leaning into you slowly and pressing a soft kiss upon your lips.
You smiled against his lips before pulling him in deeper for an even more passionate kiss.
As you two pulled away, the butterflies that swarmed your stomachs were not oblivious. You both giggled and pressed your foreheads together.
“I love you Loki, my love…my special snowflake.” You teased knowing that he secretly loved the nicknames you had given him.
“I love you more y/n, my dear, my unbalanced princess.” He said knowing equally how much you adored the nicknames he had gifted you as well.
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