The Vanished Illusion

Relationship: Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

MCU Cliché Prompt: Everyone thinks we’re actually dating but we’re just best friends–oh wait

Summary: You’re an elite business consultant for Fortune 500 entrepreneurs…and Tony Stark’s best friend turned fuck buddy. He wants to indulge in your usual antics at a charity gala. But after everyone in your life started pestering you about your relationship status, you finally ask him the question that’s been on your mind. True to his nature, Tony gives you an answer even you couldn’t predict.

Rating: Teen for language, sexually suggestive content, general emotional dumbassery, my usuals.

Word Count: ~1.3k

Stir. Stir. Stir.

You dragged your straw through your drink as the young man yammered on and on and on.

KPIs, ROIs, and profit margins, oh my.

I wanna thank @nasarogers for putting up with me constantly asking to do wonderful graphics for me for my fics

Summary:  All it took was one night within the vampire king’s presence to flip your entire world upside down.

Pairing: Vampire!King Tony Stark x Vampire!Reader x Vampire!Steve Rogers

**Heavy mentions of noncon/dubcon

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Pairing: Mobster!Dean Winchester x Escort!Reader

Universe: AU

Summary: Y/N can be anyone for a price. Her life is ruled by contracts, men and money. It’s all she knows; countless identities, seedy clients, and strict regulations. She has to obey the rules, but her past is full of secrets and her future is resting in the wrong hands. But will her next client be the same as the rest?

Rating: 18+ W/C: 6878

Warnings: (spoilers) character deaths, murder, violence, guns, knives, mentions of human trafficking, abuse, sexual assault, angst with a capital A, swearing, grief, blood, description of injury, torture.

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A/N: So…here we are. I cannot believe that I am posting chapter 30 of this fiction. It technically is the last chapter BUT I do have one more thing to post after this, which is the epilogue! So it’s not over just yet. 

ALSO: I want to dedicate this to @katehuntington <3  My worldie, my bestie, my beta whose reaction to this always has me beaming, without her, i’d go insane. She’s picked me up from the floor, she encouraged me to keep going. She’s one in a million. She’s my cheerleader <3

I hope you guys enjoy this add! Thanks everyone for sticking with me and this fic. Here’s to the end <3

Love you all.

xox

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<– Chapter Twenty Nine

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The elevator ride seemed to go on forever, the long ascent into this final conclusion weighing heavy on Dean’s chest. He looked at the woman whose hand he held in his, her stare on the metal doors that were soon about to open. He couldn’t imagine how she must have been feeling at this moment. Not only had he brought her back to the one place that was her Hell on earth, but he was now taking her to face the man who had controlled her for her entire life. He knew she was scared, terrified even, yet with how she was carrying herself right now, he held a lot of respect for her. She was brave, courageous, and had the heart of a lioness.

A/N: Requested by anon, from the Fluff prompts of my Fall Prompts list. Thanks Nons, hope you like it! :))

Fall Prompts

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, Foul language, fluff, sass because Tony!

Word count: 1300ish

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Eyes squeezed shut for God knows how long, you finally opened them to find your body crushed against Tony in his suit, holding on for dear life. You realized you were on the ground and it was covered in snow that was slowly getting through the fabric of your skirt.

The face-plate of the suit was open to reveal Tony who was sporting a fresh nose-bleed and the most overwrought look.

He hadn’t loosened his grip on you, making you wonder how you hadn’t cracked any ribs yet. Maybe you had, the adrenaline just wasn’t letting you know.

“You okay babe?” his voice dripping with anxiety.

“I’m fine. The snow is making my clothes wet.” You huffed, pushing the suit back with all your might and scrambling up. Dusting the snow off of your work outfit, you looked around the dark empty space you had crash landed on.

There wasn’t a single building in sight, not even an empty gas station or a shady motel, it was just snow-covered land and a few scarce trees as far as the eye could see.

“Jarvis, don’t leave me buddy.” You heard Tony mumble. The suit had given up, looking like a metal corpse against the icy white bed it laid on. Tony on the other hand hadn’t given up, you could practically see the wheels in his genius brain turn as he fiddled around, trying to get his suit back online.

“We need to find some place warm Tone, or our bodies are gonna go offline as well.” Breath visible as you spoke, you placed your hand on his shoulder.

“And we leave him here?” Tony looked up at you, trying to deny the fact that cold was getting to him.

“Look we’ll try to find a house, a gas station or something, anything out there and we’ll find a way to bring your precious suit back later okay? The coyotes aren’t gonna attack a pile of metal.”

You pacified him, hoping he would notice your teeth chattering and the fact that knees down, your legs were pretty much unprotected, that he’d take your advice. He did.

Pairing: Mobster!Dean Winchester x Escort!Reader

Universe: AU

Summary: Y/N can be anyone for a price. Her life is ruled by contracts, men and money. It’s all she knows; countless identities, seedy clients, and strict regulations. She has to obey the rules, but her past is full of secrets and her future is resting in the wrong hands. But will her next client be the same as the rest?

Rating: 18+ W/C: 6239

Warnings: (spoilers) Suicide (attempt), self harm, suicidal thoughts and tendancies, mentions of injury, mentions of blood, panic attack, mention of human trafficking, mentions of sexual and physical assault, alcohol, nudity, swearing, angst, comfort, threats, mentions of death

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A/N: CH27 tags didn’t work (thanks tumblr) so they’re may be another chapter you may have missed. It’s linked below.  So…two left. We’re coming up to the two part finale. I hope you guys are still buckled in. Thanks for joining me on this. Also sorry it’s later than intended. It was meant to post at 9pm but it messed up. 

ALSO: Special thanks to this absolute babe @katehuntington <3  My worldie, my bestie, my beta whose reaction to this always has me beaming, without her, i’d go insane. She’s my cheerleader <3 She also said and I quote “Holy fucking. Angst with a capital A”

I hope you guys enjoy this add! Thanks everyone for sticking with me and this fic <3

Love you all.

xox

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<– Chapter Twenty Seven

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“You’ve got some explaining to do.”

Dean’s words fell into an empty room, an eerie silence enveloping him. The stillness didn’t register with him at first, his focus on closing the door and the weight of the bottle of liquor that was still in his hand. When a response wasn’t given to his demand, the mobster turned to face her, his green eyes widening at the sight, his brow knitting in confusion; she wasn’t there.

The mobster wore a bewildered expression as he took in the wreckage of his room, his gaze covering the mess that he had created. Y/N couldn’t have gone far, the door was locked and judging by the fact all of his windows were still firmly shut, he hazard a guess that she hadn’t escaped. Although if she had, she wouldn’t have got far with the inevitable broken ankles she would incur from jumping from such a high height. 

A/N: This was requested by @patheticallysentimental​ and a lovely anon! I may or may not have shed a few tears after watching Endgame again to write this. It still fucking hurts okay…

Fall Prompts

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut, some angst and SO many feels.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

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He was coming home.

Back to earth, back to you. Hearing a jet rumble outside the compound, you ran out onto the grass with Steve and looked up at the dark skies. Fear, relief, anticipation you were feeling it all at once.

Steve ran up to help as Tony walked down the jet ramp leaning heavily on who you assumed was Nebula. He looked so frail, so weak. But he was here.

“I lost the kid.” His raspy voice reached your ears as you willed your legs to take you to him.

“Tony we lost.”

“(Y/N), is she—” Tony stopped mid-sentence as his eyes landed on you. He lunged forward with whatever strength he had and hugged you. You let tears run freely as you buried your face in his shoulder, feeling his lanky frame as your arms went around him.

You walked him inside with Steve’s help, a mix of fear and relief accompanying you yet again.

It was terribly difficult to get a speech written for the press conference coming up in… three hours from now. You’d been lingering over it all morning. Rhodey had gotten the first phone call over it- one of appreciation for his efforts, of course, and to check on his status. And then to ask him if he’d like to make it official. Him agreeing set another feeling of relief in motion. Knowing you had so many good people taking your spots… that made the thought of stepping back easier. It was also terribly funny. The thought of appointing him as the Avengers’ military liaison. When the two of you had met… he’d been doing the same thing for Stark Industries. And round the circle went…

While you and Tony had gotten caught up in thoughts of retirement you knew this was far more likely to be a changing of positions. The Avengers still needed a lot of help, even if it wasn’t physically fighting battles. You still had your own title with the UN, forced on you or not. And after a catastrophe like Sokovia, it wouldn’t look good for anybody if you just walked away. You had to still do PR work for them, and they still needed to be funded. But that was a far cry from early morning phone calls and being on the frontlines of world-ending events. 

…of course, you hoped no more of those would come knocking at earth’s door. But. The probability of them showing up from time to time was higher than them not. And. In the event that the Avengers needed to recall Team Iron… yes. Absolutely. You and Tony would never turn your backs so completely. How could you? That was what had started all of this, after all. Tony’s proclivity to make things right. His need to protect people. Sometimes even from things he’d created himself. 

A knock came on your home-office door, and Tony opened the door, standing half in the room. You looked up from your computer screen. He was already dressed. Smartly. Sharply, as always. Three piece suit. Dark silver slacks and a fitted suit jacket, black waist coat and button up shirt, and a maroon tie. His dark plaid pocket square was a little askew, but you’d have time to fix it before the two of you took the stage downstairs in the press room. 

You must have been staring, because his grin was a little knowing as he put one hand in his pocket and flicked his other arm up to make a show of checking his watch. “Thought I’d see how you were doing. It’s been an hour since you locked yourself in here. But. I can tell I’m distracting you.” 

“Immensely.” Smiling at him. You’d been caught. There was no need to hide your appreciation for just how incredibly handsome he was. “Who dressed you today? They did a fantastic job.” You hung your arm over the back of your computer chair, now putting your roving gaze on full display. 

“I dressed myself, thank you very much.” Hand to his chest for a moment, mocking the highest of offense. “Now- who picked out my suit- I can’t recall-” 

“Someone who has an eye for what you look good in, no doubt.” Grinning then. 

“Mn. She’s pretty good at it by now. Definitely has my unique flare locked down.” She being you. He moved out of the doorway to come closer to your desk, propping himself on the corner.

Hope: I HATE YOU!

Elijah: Klaus give Hope your 200 hundred dollars, you landed on her property.

Klaus: NO! She’s in jail! I’m not gonna give money to a criminal.

Hope: THAT’S NOT HOW YOU, PLAAAAAY!

Kol: Elijah? Why are you guy’s screaming?

Elijah: Shut up Kol, you don’t get to talk after stealing my last railroad!

Hope: I WISH I WAS NEVER BORN!

Klaus: ME TOO, YOU THINK I WANTED THIS?!

Author’s Note: It’s been a while folks. Just wanted to get a few things in order before school started, hope no one forgot about me :). This post is dedicated to @swaggysposts​ who requested the prompts, and themes of this imagine, so blame her for the tooth-rotting fluff and filthy smut. I just hope I did her fantasy justice. Anyway, its a long one guys, I kind of went off the rails. I seriously dont blame you if you don’t finish reading this one. 😂

Summary: The slow burn relationship between Tony Stark and Y/N, leading up to their honeymoon night. 

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, in that order. Age gap, slight daddy/dom kink, slight exhibitionism…and I think that’s it. 

Word Count: 15.2k

Disclaimer: while the pictures in this vision board are not mine, the vision board is. 

You were his assistant. Before you, he couldn’t keep one to save his life. Most of your predecessors couldn’t handle his eccentricity. The ones who could, he fired shortly after sleeping with them. Something about them becoming clingy and demanding special treatment, rubbed him the wrong way. 

But, you could perform your job and more, under the pressures of his personality. When I say more, I mean that you basically carried his company from behind the scenes. You also didn’t pay him any mind. This is ultimately what drove him crazy. 

How could this beautiful woman—who kept him from drowning, fail to give him the time of day?

This imagine absolute perfect masterpiece 🤩😍

Tony and reader teasing each other and having wild sex in their home 🔥🔥…… Seriously the dating and proposal part was my favorite 😍

So beautiful…..and sex part is wild…..I love it ❤❤❤

Summary: When you’ve got Tony Stark in your apartment there’s only one thing to do..

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: Nothing except some good old fashioned (at last) smut 😉

Tags: @patheticallysentimental @thevanishedillusion @fyreball66 @agustdowney ❤️

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“I swear to God if you want to change your mind you better do it now.” You whispered, heart racing.

“I’m not making that mistake again.” He grinned, pulling you in for another kiss that quickly evolved to feverish with a side of tugging desperately at each other’s clothes.

“You know” He pulled away, hands firm on your hips. “as much as I’d be happy to just go for it right here, a bed might be more comfortable.“

"Mm,” You nodded, momentarily toying with the idea of just pushing him to the ground and sinking onto him before deciding he was probably right. “follow me.”

You walked towards your bedroom, feeling like you were about to wake up any moment and realise this was just a dream. When you got to the room you switched on the string lights over your bed, bathing the room in a soft light.

“Who says romance is dead?” He smirked.

*moves an image a mm to the left*