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sayahs-corner · 2 years
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For @princessdark20920
Rated E
Stony, StevexTony
Prompt: Tony wants Steve to draw him naked (like the Titanic scene)
“Draw me like one of your French girls, Cap.”
Tony, Steve thought with cheeks burning a brilliant shade of red that was bright and deep enough to match the shimmering paint of Ironman’s armor, was a little shit.
Such a little shit.
Only Tony could turn a lost bet into a punishment for the winning party.
Steve had won, he thought furiously as his hand moved across the parchment paper, the blunt pads of his fingers dusted with charcoal. His fingers sketched out a form that he knew from memory. That devious curl of a smile pulling at the corners of his lips, the way a lock of hair fell across his brow despite his best efforts to keep it tamed. The sharp line of his jaw, strong and willful, the arch of his brow as it lifted in mocking censure. Steve knew every curve and divot of that face from memory. Making this bet a really unnecessary one.
It was his idea to do this, he reminded himself firmly, eyes narrowed in concentration as all sense of control was once again ripped from his grasping fingertips.
Tony had a terrible habit of doing that to a guy.
A few bottles of beer, a couple of whiskeys, and some of Thor’s Asguardian mead, and some words were exchanged. Bets were placed. But an outsider looking in wouldn’t know that Steve was the victor here. Not with his cheeks stained red and the smug smile that Tony was shooting his way.
Tony just had a way about him. An arrogance that when he walked into the room he owned it and everything around him.
It was infuriating.
It drove Steve crazy.
Tony had lost their bet, and now Steve got a free model for his art class down at the community center. They were studying form and movement.
Steve had looked forward to an afternoon of bossing the intractable Tony Stark around. He had even brought a couple of costumes and props for his teammate and sometimes nemesis to wear.
He had set up his easel and sketch pad in the living room where natural light tended to flood the space through the wide floor to curling windows. He had his charcoals neatly lined up in a row, and ideas and poses to put the infamous Tony Stark through or in written down on a scrap piece of paper.
His plans had all gone up in smoke, however, when Tony sauntered into the living room without a single stitch of clothing on.
Steve had stared, slack jawed with his tongue in a tangle, as Tony had sashayed over to the settee in the middle of the well lit room and draped himself over it. He currently had a pillow under his hips, face down, chinned propped insolently on his palm and a foot kicked back up into the air. His hair fell in wild curls, a touch too long for a standard cut, around his face and eyes.
Tony had put his ass on display and dared Steve to draw it.
All poses and costumes and fripperies went out the window the moment Steve laid eyes on that ass. As his hand sketched out its perfect curves, Steve felt something inside of him break. Snap.
Steve had, in his less guarded moments, wondered what type of form was under all those starchy suits and bright and distracting neck ties. He had often thought, late at night alone in his room in the tower, of stripping the clothes from that insolent body and turning the mouthy little punk over his knee to paint his bubble butt a cherry red.
He had fantasized about that ass.
Spanking it, squeezing it, fucking it, biting it.
And here Tony had come, like a red flag waving in front of an enraged bull, saucily draping himself over the furniture and demanding that Steve draw him naked.
Because this is what Steve meant by model right?
Steve wasn’t about to say no. He kicked the bag of costumes and props discreetly behind his chair. Out of sight of those sharp whiskey eyes.
He wasn’t about to tell the punk to put clothes on, not when he looked so very delicious while naked. He was sure this was just another attempt by the little shit to make Steve uncomfortable.
Stark was somehow of the opinion that Steve was some sort of boy scout. That he walked the straight and narrow path and had never had a dalliance before. That he was an innocent virgin.
The thought made him chuckle.
Steve had been to war. There wasn’t much else to do on the front line. No better way to feel alive in those fleeting moments of quiet and safety.
As Steve’s hand moved across the paper with long sure strokes, Tony’s smirk began to falter. He had obviously been planning on a mortified reaction. Maybe this was his way of trying to duck out of their agreement.
That wasn’t going to happen.
“Cap? You, uh, okay over there?”
“Quiet, Tony, models aren’t supposed to move. They're supposed to stay silent, sit still, and stay wherever I put them.”
Steve’s eyes flicked up to watch Tony’s Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed. A smirk curled on his lips. Tony wanted to play? Did he like being bossed around? In the field, that was a resounding no, but here on the couch naked and vulnerable Tony couldnt hide the reaction Steve’s words had on him. The way his muscles tensed, the subtle shifting of his hips.
Then let the games begin.
“Matter of fact, great job here on the couch, Tony. I’ve got the preliminary sketches down. It’s going to be great. I can do the rest from memory.”
Tony moved as if to sit up, an insouciant grin on his face, “Well it’s been real, spangles, but I’ve-”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy there Tony. You agreed to be my model for the afternoon. By my calculations, which correct me if I’m wrong cuz you know you’re the one with the head for numbers and I’m just a simple guy from the lower east side, but that gives me about three more hours of your time. At least. Amirite?”
Tony’s lips pressed together in a displeased line, his brow creasing, as he nodded once in affirmation.
“That’s swell.” Steve clapped his hands on his thighs before standing up. Tony moved, reluctantly, into a seated position, dragging the pillow across his lap as he gazed up at Steve with a narrowed eyed stare, as if Steve were a puzzle and he was trying to figure him out.
Tony was smart. He’d understand very soon exactly what Steve had in mind.
“There’s some great light over here by the window.” Steve grabbed his sketchpad and charcoals as he motioned to the far side of the room. The living room was great for painting because on each of the three sides it was entirely comprised of floor to ceiling windows. Steve chose the set of windows where the sun was in the backdrop, painting newyork with brilliant shades of amber, the sky a perfect blue.
“Why don’t you go put your hands against the glass over there, Tony.” Steve brought over his chair, and sat down facing the window. He busied himself with setting up his sketchpad while Tony’s muffled footsteps crossed cautiously across the room.
“Should I put some-”
“Nope. Just as you are is fine. It was your idea, afterall, and a good one. I’m looking forward to practicing capturing the way the shadows drape across your skin.”
Tony sighed. “If you had any idea how much my time is worth-”
“A bets a bet. And you lost. Time to pay up, chump.”
“You guys set me up and you know it.” Tony groused, hands slapping against glass. Steve raised his eyes to take up the long, lean, line of Tony’s body. There wasn't an ounce of fat or softness on the man, but his musculature wasn't bulky like Steve or Thor’s. He was fit, strong, with the body of a swimmer. Right now both of his hands were placed against the glass, his feet together, and he looked as if he were about to get frisked.
Steve’s smile turned devious.
He wasn't too far off.
“Tut tut,” Steve intoned dryly, climbing to his feet. “No, that’s not quite right, is it?”
Tony’s head jerked to the side, indignation in every line of his lean body. “Did you really just say Tut Tut? Is that a - hey!”
Steve’s hands wrapped around Tony’s hips, fingers digging in as he pulled those hips backwards into more of a bent position…that just so happened to press that cute little ass right up against the rough denim of Steve’s jeans. He felt Tony freeze in shock, watch the play of muscles in his shoulders and the way his fingers clenched and pressed against the window.
“S-Steve?”
Tony let out a startled huff as Steve’s foot worked its way between his legs, nudging them apart to widen his stance. Steve smirked at the red flush that was creeping up the side of Tony’s neck, at the way those warm whiskey eyes widened with shock and then took on a sheen of lust. He saw the moment Tony’s walls fell down, the cocky and brash tycoon giving way to something more vulnerable. More intimate.
“Perfect.” Steve whispered, thumbs stroking over the smooth skin of Tony’s lower back. He took a step backward, gaze falling to that bubble butt that had been haunting him since he’d first seen Tony step out of the Ironman suit in spandex. That first time…it had literally punched the air out of his lungs.
“There’s just one more thing for this piece. It’s really… well, the piece really hinges on it, you know?” Steve’s hand slid from Tony’s hip around to the flat plane of his stomach, fingertips ghosting over his skin.
“Can I touch you, Tony?”
The muffled grunt and the slightly jerky nod was consent enough for Steve. His hand slipped lower, fingering the treasure trail that led to -
“Ah, you’re already hard for me.” His fingers curled around Tony’s cock, giving the rigid length a gentle squeeze that had Tony inhaling sharply.
Steve played with him, then.
Like a cat with a mouse, his hand stroking slow and sure up and down the length of him. Tony was a good handful, his cock warm in Steve’s palm. Tauntingly, Steve stroked his thumb over the sensitive head, smearing the precum around until Tony’s breath was stuttering, his hips jerking helplessly into Steve’s fist.
Steve chuckled against Tony’s ear, watching as his breath stirred the small hairs on the nape of his neck. He let Tony fuck his fist, watching the play of emotions across the slighter man’s face as his hand squeezed tight around him. The way his cheeks flushed, lips parted and brows drawn down as he chased after his pleasure. The punched out breaths, the soft gasps and stuttered moans as Steve worked him into a frenzy, taking him right to the edge.
He was gorgeous like this, Steve thought.
“F-F- Steve” Tony groaned, his panting breaths the only sound that filled the room. “Please - I -”
Steve let go, chuckling as Tony let out a pained moan.
“Now, now,” Steve recaptured one of Tony’s hands as it tried to make its way down to what Steve could only assume was an aching cock. “You don’t want to ruin all my hard work, do you? It’s important that I capture the need in this piece. The invitation. Stay very, very still for me. If you’re a good boy, I’ll reward you after.”
Steve chuckled at the high pitched whine that left Tony’s throat when he walked back to his chair and picked up his charcoal.
Tony stood, hands against the glass, ass pressed backward in clear invitation with a hard, weeping cock between his legs. His head hung down between his shoulders, fingers pressing hard against the wall of glass, eyes squeezed shut and lower lip captured between pearly white teeth.
“How..how long…” Tony managed to croak out, his toes curling against the carpet.
“I could do this all day.” And he had every plan to. Steve couldn't wait to see that ass painted a cherry red from his hand, he wanted to capture the perfect imprint of his teeth in the globe of that ass.
Afterall, a bet was a bet.
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indynerdgirl · 1 year
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writingpains2019 · 2 years
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Chapter 82! We’re coming close to the longest fan-fic I think I’ll ever write.
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marvel-lous-guy · 2 months
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Peter: Why do we even celebrate Valentine's Day? It's just a made-up holiday to sell greeting cards and chocolates.
Pepper: Oh, come on, Peter. Don't be so cynical. Valentine's Day is a time to show your loved ones how much you care about them.
Tony: Yeah, and it's also a great excuse to get drunk and hook up with strangers.
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fool-who-dreams · 2 years
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Flirty bully coming your way
Summary: Midtown organizes a school trip at Stark Industries' where the one and only Y/N Stark decides to teach a lesson to Peter's bully.
Warnings: none really, just a tiny bit of language
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"May, I'm going! See you later!" Peter yelled from the kitchen, quickly grabbing a toast and running towards the door.
"Pete, school isn't for another hour!" May answered, poking her head out of her bedroom door.
"I know, but we have the school trip today and I don't want to be late." He explained, impatiently biting on his toast as he held the door open, ready to run.
May walked into the kitchen, still in her pajamas, looking at her nephew in amusement.
"Alright honey. Be careful, have fun and tell Y/N I say hi!" She smiled at how excited his nephew was in spite of his regular presence in the tower.
"Will do!" The boy smiled to himself at the only mention of your name.
Another reason, and also the main one, to be excited for this trip was the fact that he'd get to spend a whole day with you. Let's just say that between school, patrolling and choosing to keep your relationship a secret from your father, it was getting harder and rarer for the two of you to have some proper time to yourself.
He knew that the whole school was going to take part in this trip, but that wouldn't stop him from finding you the moment he'd get to his destination.
The moment Peter set foot in the school bus, he recognized the friendly faces of his two best friends. 
"Hey!" He smiled walking towards them.
"You excited?" Ned asked, already aware of the answer. Peter nodded energetically as he sat beside his best friend, not able to play it cool the way he had planned.
"Hey Peter," A voice called from behind them. It was of a girl that Peter had seen once or twice around the school and who had taken a seat right next to MJ. "is it true that you have an internship at Stark's?"
"Yeah" Peter smiled shyly, not wanting to drag the attention to himself. "No big deal".
"Have you ever met Iron Man?" The girl asked, her eyes filled with curiosity and amazement.
"Well-" The boy begun to answer but was rudely interrupted by the well-known school bully.
"Obviously not. Do y'all seriously believe all the crap that Penis Parker makes up?" Flash laughed loudly, causing his group to giggle along.
"Just ignore him." MJ whispered as Peter's fists clenched. He decided that it was best if he just turned around.
"For your information, Peter has met Mr. Stark countless times!" Ned stood up to defend his friend, completely blowing off Peter's attempt to keep a low profile.
"Oh really? And do tell us, Parker," Flash continued, not willing to let go the matter. "Did you also have the honor to bring coffee to all the Avengers? Or are you exclusively the dog of Mr. Jerk?" 
A whole lot of giggles erupted from the back of the bus, Flash' being the loudest. As the boy teased, he started getting closer and closer to Peter's seat, not risking to miss the expression on his face.
The spider-boy's fist started to clench and his whole body stiffened. "Mr. Stark is a perfectly respectable man." He mumbled.
He remembered quite well the time he found himself saving his bully's life, and he hated that he couldn't bring himself to regret it. He was a hero, after all. The only thing that helped him to keep his calm, together with Ned and MJ's words, was the memory of all the words of adulation Flash used to wash Peter's alter-ego with every day.
"Perhaps you even got to shag that hottie of y/n Stark?" He laughed even harder. "I know I would get her in no time." As the last word left his mouth, Peter couldn't take it anymore. He was used to getting insulted over and over again, but when it came to you he couldn't let it happen.
The chestnut haired boy got up quickly, turning to face his bully who was rather close to his seat. 
"How dare you-" As words found their way out of his lips trough gritted teeth, MJ pulled his sleeve signaling that he should let it go.
"Oh, what happened? Penis Parker's crush is out of his league? Well, I'm not surprised. If she's breathing, she's already out of your league." And with that said, almost everyone was laughing.
Luckily enough the driver's voice interrupted their conversation.
"Take your seats in silence, this isn't an amusement park." He scolded grumpily.
"Heard that, Eugene?" MJ mockingly raised her eyebrows as the boy huffed, walking back to his seat.
Peter's eyes were still seeking revenge for all the years of bullying that had piled up, not being able to forget a single insult Flash had ever said to him. But this. Insulting Mr. Stark, insulting you- it was too much. 
Ned slowly pulled him down to sit again. MJ's voice got close to Peter's ear, so that she wouldn't be heard by the girl sitting next to her. "You know how much I'd enjoy watching you completely disintegrate that guy but even so, it'd be useless. You'd just get in trouble. You won't prove your point because no matter what, you still can't tell him about..." She paused. "You know."
Peter nodded, breathing slowly to calm himself down and decided to patiently wait until they'd get to their destination. He knew his friend was right, so he put in his earphones to help himself ignore his bully.
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The moment the class walked into the tower, following the far too enthusiastic teacher, the head of Mr. Stark's personal security team was ready to examine their backpacks and bags.
When Peter's turn came, he handed the man his backpack that only contained a sandwich for the day and a few other harmless items. Although, the man didn't take ahold of his bag, instead he looked at the boy and gestured him to pass.
"Don't worry Peter, I know you're clean." The man almost smiled.
"Thanks, Happy." Peter smiled, slightly embarrassed at the thought of the whole school watching. Some of the students who were closer and had witnessed the scene gave Peter a confused look to why Mr Stark's head of security would know someone like Peter Parker.
"Internship." Was all the boy said shrugging slightly, although it came out more as a question than as an explanation.
"Alright, let's move towards the elevator everyone! Mrs Potts herself will say a few words in the theatre in a few minutes!" The teacher announced excitedly, freeing Peter from all the stares.
Everyone made their way to the elevator, getting into the room-sized platform.
"Now, the theatre is floor 25. Or -19. Or maybe it's 44. Oh God, so many buttons!" The man quietly freaked out to himself while the rest of the class chatted about how unreal the experience felt.
"It's on floor 3, Mr Wilson." Peter spoke up. Mr Wilson looked at the boy with a puzzled expression, as if to say 'and how would you know that?'
"Mr. Stark always gathers his interns in the auditorium when he needs to announce something." Peter explained shyly. It was a lie, but no one needed to know that. The teacher sent him a grateful nod, then pressed the button that would lead them to the huge room.
As everyone took a seat, a woman appeared in the middle of the large stage. Starstruck eyes were all Pepper could see from her position, explaining the rules of what can and cannot be touched during the upcoming tour. 
"Now, to make sure your experience here gets as pleasant as possible you'll be divided in groups for the tour, each one of which will be guided by a different referee. We'll alternate three groups at the time in each room. As I call your name please step on stage." Pepper started reading from her binder some names, causing several people to climb the stage.
Once everyone was settled into their group, - Peter ending up with both his friends and Flash - Pepper casually added "Alright, now your tutors for the day. For group number one, two and three we have Mr Clinton Barton, Dr Bruce Banner and myself. The following three groups will be following Miss Wanda Maximoff, Mr Stark and Mr Sam Willson. And last but not least, the remaining groups will be guided by Mr Steve Rogers, Miss Natasha Romanoff and Miss y/n Stark." 
The moment these words left her mouth, cheers and screams erupted from each group. Not long after, Steve entered the stage followed by the others. The moment girls saw him in his suit, they were all about to rip their hair off, screaming and jumping. 
You were sipping your coffee, ready to head on stage once you'd have finished.
After properly introducing himself - not that it was needed - Cap spoke up. "Alright, shall we get star-" But a loud noise cut him off, causing everyone's heads to shoot up toward the now open ceiling.
Iron Man's suit descended slowly from above them, causing Pepper to pinch the bridge of her nose and shake her head in frustration. After placing itself on the ground, the red and golden armor shot open revealing a formally dressed Tony Stark. "Starting without me, are you Cap?" 
"You're late." Steve replied in a straight face.
"Forgive me for wanting to make an impression. Grand entrance, ever heard of it?" Tony's voice dripped with sarcasm as he adjusted his tie.
"What a showoff." You exclaimed as you too walked on stage, earning glances and causing loud whispers to rise.
"Alright everybody!" Pepper tried to reinstate order before the situation could worsen. "Let's get started. Stick with your group and your Avenger and...have fun!" She smiled in frustration, sending the groups off to the tour.
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"Hey Cap!" You smiled batting your eyelashes at him the way you always used to do when you needed something. "Looking good today!"
"What do you want y/n?" He playfully rolled his eyes as he waited for the group to tag along.
"You see...I couldn't help but notice that...well, Peter's in your group. I was wandering if maybe we could-"
"Switch?" He completed your question. "Not in a hundred years of life." 
"I only have eight more to go then, so you'll be 101." You chuckled, causing him to join in. 
"You know what? Alright. But my eyes will be on you two the whole time. And if I see something I don't like, I'm telling Tony."
"Roger that." You smiled excitedly right before hugging him. "Thank you!"
"Now let's go." He giggled as our groups finally came along. You immediately spotted Peter and you sent a quick wink his way after eyeing up and down. You then started leading everyone out.
"Did y/n Stark just wink at you?" Ned asked in disbelief.
"Why are you surprised? I've been talking about her for the past six months, dude." Peter remarked in disbelief.
"I know, I know! It's just- it's real!"
"Wow. Thanks for the trust, man." Peter playfully shook his head in disbelief.
"Don't take this the wrong way but...it's just- she looks so out of you league when you're not in your suit."
"I know." Peter smiled goofily. "She's perfect isn't she?"
"Yeah." Ned nodded, still not able to take his eyes off you. Somehow, you were even more beautiful in real life.
"Man! That's my girl you're drooling over!" Peter whispered then chuckled lightly.
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"And this is where the weapons used to be assembled." You said as you set foot into another room of what used to be a death factory. "Feel free to look around for as much as you'd like. Just- don't touch anything, we really would rather if you didn't blow up." You commented sarcastically, causing Cap to speak up.
He chuckled nervously before sending you a death glare that only made you laugh harder. "She's joking, no one is going to explode…hopefully."
"Anyways, if you have any questions we'll be here." You smile as you watched everyone explore a different part of the room.
"Hey, why don't you let me show you how to actually get a girl?" Flash cockily asked as a smirk played on his face the moment his eyes fell on you.
"Flash, don't." Peter threatened.
"Or what? You'll hurt me?" He challenged in a mocking tone.
"No. But she will."
"Oh please, she's a chick. Watch and learn."
Buzz! Buzz!
Your phone had just gotten a text. You took it out of your pocket and saw it was from Peter.
Pete💘
Flirty bully coming your way...
You
I got this ;)
"I have a question!" An approaching voice caused your head to snap up. 
"Yes?" You ask politely as you put your phone away.
That boy must've been Flash, the guy Peter told you about a couple of times. He's a real jerk and Peter's too clever to screw with his strength and powers for someone like that. He knew that if he wanted he could take him out with a touch but Peter grew kind, selfless - and hotter - everyday more, which made you constantly fall more for him, even though you didn't think it was possible.
"Did it hurt when you fell from the sky, angel?" He overconfidently approached you, ready to kiss your hand.
"I can ask my daddy to take you for a fly with his suit and drop you so you feel for it yourself." You snapped with a misleading kind smile before starting to walk by him, leaving an unsatisfied Flash frozen in his tracks.
Before moving onto the next phase of your plan, you leaned to his ear and teasingly whispered "Besides, I've met cuter guys."
You knew that that was a straight up insult to his honor and his ego, and you knew exactly what your next step would be.
"Like who?" He asked, crossing his arms to his chest and raising an eyebrow.
"I dont know, Steve?" You answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world - which it was.
"Thanks, kid!" Cap shouted from across the room, making you giggle lightly. Your move and his response to it confirmed that he, in fact, had his eyes - and ears - on you.
"Don't you need someone more...your age?" He asked flirty, obviously meaning himself.
"Maybe you're right." You smiled mischievously. "There'd be Spiderman..." The moment his alter ego was mentioned, you couldn't help but see Peter's head shoot up in your direction.
"Oh please!" He scoffs. "He's just an arrogant jerk."
At that comment you had to hold yourself back from punching him right in the face - which would have made Nat and Tony proud, for sure.
"You, on the other hand..." You mumbled as your eyebrows shot up. He obviously didn't even get close to get the sarcasm dripping from your words and just winked.
"Well," I continued "when he saved you from that mugging attempt and you kept rambling on about how much of a fan your are, it seemed quite the opposite." You cockily comment while sarcastically inspecting your nails. 
"And he's a liar, too." He snapped after a couple of seconds, not being able to think of a comeback fast enough to avoid seeming pathetic.
You sighed, trying to hide the amusement given by the situation. "You're right, he can be a bit or a git sometimes. Plus, he's too cocky and definitely too stubborn." You falsely described the superhero, trying to send any suspect away from Peter. "He's just not my type."
Especially since you knew exactly what your next move would be.
"And what is your type, then?" He asked after gulping loudly, trying to keep his confident attitude up.
"My boyfriend." You spoke, although your words didn't seem to intimidate Flash at all. "He has been working here for just a few months but my father loves him! He is sweet, kind, fun, cute, but I still think he's way out of my league." You chuckled lightly.
"C'mon, I doubt there's someone in this universe who's out of your league." He flirted again. "If you show me a closet or something, I can make you forget about him in no time." He was the one now whispering in your ear. As opposed to the effect that you had on him, though, his flirtatious words did nothing to you.
"I'd never want to forget about him. But thanks...Eugene." You simply replied before turning around, ready to walk away.
"How do you-"
"I'm y/n Stark. I see everything. I know everything." You cockily cut him off, then you swung your hips as you walked towards an amused Cap, who was attentively watching the scene, and a smirking Nat, who held out her fist for you to bump yours against.
"And now?" She asked.
"Now it's time for phase two." You grinned, proud of how everything had gone according to plan and confident in the way you were avenging your boyfriend.
"I'm not sure I like the sound of that." Cap admitted. "Closer than three feet and I'm telling your father."
"You better start heading your way, then." You smiled mischievously, causing Cap to sigh and Net to giggle.
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"Didn't go so well, did it?" Flash' friends teased him as his ears had gone red out of embarrassment and anger. 
"Told you." Peter muttered as he couldn't help but laugh along.
"Excuse me?" Flash turned around to face the boy, ready - as always - to let his anger out on Peter.
"I told you that you couldn't get her." Peter spoke up as a proud grin found its way on your face.
"And you could, nerd?" He asked as everyone started to laugh along again.
The loud laughs and Peter's clenched fists were your cue: time for phase two. You walked straight up to the group, not having to pretend as a lovestruck smile found its way on your lips.
"Flash!" You called sweetly causing him to turn around, a little taken aback from the sudden change in your mood.
"Realized your mistake, doll?" He teased.
"You never told me you knew Peter!" You exclaimed, completely ignoring his question.
"P-parker?" Flash' tone was filled with anger, embarrassment, jealousy and shock.
"Hey, y-y/n. H-how are you?" Peter stuttered, a little embarrassed by all the attention being on the two of you. His smile caused a blush to take over your cheeks.
"Hey, babe. Is that the Star Wars shirt I gifted you? It looks so good on you!" You cheered confidently as your arms found their way behind the boy's neck.
"Thank-" Before he could get out another syllable he was cut off by your lips on his and, although he was taken aback by the action, it didn't take long for him to melt into the kiss. You brushed your fingers through his chestnut curls, signaling to him that it was alright to pull you closer by the waist.
You could have sworn you heard Flash's jaw hit the floor, or everyone's jaw for that matter.
The kiss quickly came to an end when your father's shouting voice echoed through the room nearby.
"They WHAT?"
Damn you, Cap! You thought.
You chuckled and rested your forehead on Peter's for a second as you sarcastically whispered to him "Glad he caught up after only six months."
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ladyyystark · 1 month
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Im in need of this biodad fic where Peter feels replaced by Morgan. I dont care about Peter being the self-sacrificing idiot who likes kids and loved Morgan since the first time he saw her. I want him feeling betrayed, forgotten, unuseful, REPLACED. I want him feeling like he doesnt belong anymore to his family bc Morgan is there and it was so easy to forget him and build a new life while he was dead. I want him to be a dramatic and scared 16-year-old teenage boy who just woke up to lose all the life he knew. Let him be selfish for once for fucks sake.
+ points if Peter doesnt want anything to do with Morgan but Morgan was raised idolizing Peter and is so excited bc my brother is finally home! Now we can play together and he can make me fly like daddy showed me in the videos. Peter wants his old life back and Morgan cant wait to start living with Peter, so we have a teenager running away from a toddler but in the end, it gets better.
Im this close 🤏 to write it myself but too drunk to do it rn
or if anyone knows something like this or is writing it I will give you a donut if you share it with me 🍩
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I would like to make a request kinda fluff and funny with tony stark and female reader please please. A very drunk (and cute) tony at one of his parties doesn't recognize the reader when she goes to kiss him and he says "you can't kiss me, I have a girlfriend/fiancee/wife, her name is Y/N" and instead of getting mad she thinks it's cute and says "oh yeah? tell me about her, "then he gives a beautiful smile and heart eyes talking about his beloved 😍
Thank you in advance ☺️
The Party Story of My Wife
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Tony’s birthday was always something crazy especially when he threw parties and let a bunch of people at his house. Not that I really minded it considering I was married to him for almost ten years now. Walking through some of the crowd in a red dress to match his Iron Man suit I found him by the bar. He was laughing when he saw me where I leaned up about to kiss him until he put a hand on my shoulder holding me back. “Woah girl. I can’t kiss you. I’m married sorry to disappoint ya.”
"Oh yeah. What's her name if you don't mind me asking?" I teased him deciding to play along with his little drunk self.
I have seen him slightly drunk before but this time I chose to enjoy it. Normally I would drag him away from the party before he got all crazy. He barely slept most days and he worked in his lab. Those were on his off days from when he wasn't running off being Iron Man. Regardless I loved him no matter what trouble he got himself into. "Her name is Y/n L/n. Well actually now Y/n Stark. And she is the greatest person in the world."
“Tell me more, Mr. Stark.” I clasped my hands together in front of my chest smiling up at him since he was taller than me.
He sat down on one of the couch’s in a stumbled fashion where I had to help him sit down. Walking around I sat down beside him waiting for him to start talking about me when he didn’t even know it. “We met at the press conference when I announced that I was Iron Man. She was a young reporter who wasn’t shouting questions at me. So I walked through the crowd and let her ask me one on one. And her mind amazed me.”
“And then what happened after that?” I asked him resting my chin in the palm of my hands.
He smiled draping his arms over the back of the couch after he undid his tie letting it hang in a loss mess down his white shirt. “After that she and I talked back in forth for a while. Until I asked her out on a date for something fancy. But we ended up getting cheeseburgers funny enough. Now I think I should be getting us each another cocktail before we keep talking about my wife.”
Raising the cocktail glass to my mouth I took a long sip eyeing my husband. At least this time he wasn't wearing his iron mam suit and blowing stuff up like his last birthday. "So who exactly do you think I am, Mr. Stark?"
"Someone who...looks a lot...like my wife to be honest. But that ain't possible. There's only one Mrs. Stark." He slured his words raising his glass in his hand about to take a step further but he tripped over his own feet.
Dropping the glass in my hands I bent down catching his body in my arms as best as I could. His hair fell in front of his eyes with his orbs meeting mine. "Tony! You're grounded from alcohol for the rest of the night. Because I already know you won't remember this in the morning."
"You're...Y/n. I know that tone...anywhere." He whispered burying his face into my chest.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders I kissed his forehead. "Yes silly boy. It's me. Now let's get you to bed."
Comments really appreciated ❤️
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way2geeky · 1 year
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One Call - Part 1 tony stark x daughter
Warnings - cancer, death, angst
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Y/n L/n a young, smart, cocky, art student who has no real ambitions in life. She just went to school, went home painted and that was that. She didn't go home to the white picket fence. No. She went to that a home with a hard-working mother, and dad Y/n did not mind having a father for the most part. As far as she knew she wasn't missing much. She is more than happy with just having a mother.
As Y/n sat on the porch painting a bird's nests that for what reason she found inspiring. Listening to the birds chirp just enjoying the air.
Y/n mother Katherine was sitting at the dining room table enjoying just watching the still life that was her daughter painting. She knew she would not be able to take care of her forever. She was sick and knew her clock was ticking. Tears welled in her eyes as her trembling hands picked up the phone and dialed the number she has been avoiding.
Katherine is a very independent women, so when she learned that she was pregnant she decided it would be better if she raised the child on her own. For she knew that the father of her child was not the type of man to be settled down. She knew he would have just paid her off and sent her on her own anyway. So why face the heartbreak. Katherine raised the child on her own and was a strong mother and father to her daughter.
She knew he has matured over the years, or so he claims. The phone ringed once, twice, "Yello?" Her breathe hitched as she tried to settle before speaking. "Hello? Anyone there?" "Tony, it's Katherine I don't you Rember me but -" "No I remember reno right? Look I love to hear from old flames and all, but I'm in a committed relationship."
Of course, his mind goes straight to that. "No, I just want to talk that's all. It's important." A beat of awkward silence fills the air "If I have a thirteen-year-old kid just wandering around I'm gonna freak out." "She's sixteen actually." "Huh, so what? After sixteen years you finally decide to tell me? Do you want money?" "No, god no it's just that...god this is so hard." Tears started to stream done her cheeks. The idea of having to leave her daughter with no one terrifies her. So, with a heavy heart she has to beg her ex-fling who has no idea he has a child, to watch over her.
She knew Y/n would never go with the idea of a guy she doesn't even know taking care of her, but Y/n can't be alone. She's too young for that kind of pain. "Katherine?" "Yeah, I'm here sorry, look I'm sick, ok? I don't have a lot of time and I can't have her alone. I just can't. So please just watch her you don't even half to live with her. You would never have to talk to her just make sure my girl is ok. I can't have her being not taken care of she a is at an age where she is just finding our who she is gonna be and-" A sob interrupted her she couldn't help it just had to be released. "Katherine, I had no idea how long?" "A month maybe less."
"Oh god." Tony had been silenced her never thought about the possibility of this. He was reckless but he thought he was' that reckless. A sixteen-year-old daughter. That's a huge deal, but he had no other choice was he just supposed to have his daughter orphaned with no parents. That's around the age he lost his, and he would be damned before anyone would do that to his kid. Even if he didn't know her. yet.
"Can I meet her?" "Yeah, I'll send you the address you can come to dinner." "Ok."
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kuroecchy · 6 months
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the pic in the list are not mine, I just found the pics from pinterest
English is not my first language and no beta.
fair warning the theme i chose for my october prompts are completly randome so I have nothing planned for any of them.
Day 2 - Guardian
It started after that fight. Tony was sure it was gonna hit him, he had no time to dodge. So when he closed his eyes, reading himself for the upcoming pain… Well, let's just say he was confused when nothing happened.
When he opened his eyes expecting to see something, anything. There was nothing. It’s as if there was nothing aimed at him in the first place.
Dumbfounded, Tony flew down from the sky and dismissed it as him being tired.
After that his luck seems to take a nosedive but somehow he always ends up fine.
The day after that incident, Rhodey had invited him to go on a jog.
They ran around the park. It was rather uneventful; it was a simple jog while talking about random things.
What was eventful was when they were on their way back. They decided to buy some food first at the other side of the road.
They of course waited until the stop sign turned green to cross the road but a car who had not hit their break fast enough skidded to them.
They raised their hands to their face (or at least the engineer did) in a futile attempt to protect themselves.
But then… the noise of the car was behind them. Tony quickly looked and the car that had been about to hit them was now behind them driving away.
The hero once again felt dumbfounded.
He looked at his best friend only to be given a shrug.
There was nothing he could do about it if Rhodey didn't see it there's no point thinking it over. Unless he (JARVIS) hack into the security cameras.
So he dismissed it once more.
After that, strange things kept on happening.
At first it was simple things such as when he fell asleep at his workbench he would wake up with a blanket on top of him.
He has asked as unlikely as it is, whether Pepper of Rhodey had been the one who had done it (Pepper would simply wake him up and get him to his own bed, Rhodey would do a similar thing).
They both had said no. Although for some reason the female had this knowing glint in her eyes when he asked. He decided not to ask about it.
Then it started to escalate into more suspicious things. For example, he had spilled coffee on his desk so he went out to get it cleaned only to come back with it already cleaned.
He asked JARVIS about it and his AI had simply responded with it disappearing on its own.
After that Tony has a suspicion on what's been happening around him lately. And because of said suspicions he decided on letting it be for now.
It was 2 weeks later (2 weeks of bad luck and needing someone to save him) that he finally saw it with his own eyes.
It was late at night at the tower. He had been awake for more than 48 hours. The only rest he took were small power naps (He had fallen asleep for a few minutes before forcing himself to wake up).
So it wasn’t really a surprise when he had started to stumble around the penthouse half asleep searching for the coffee machine (or was he searching for food?).
He forgot that he had some electronics that he hadn’t cleaned up from last time he was tinkering with them in the common room. So of course his brain that's been running on nothing but his will power decided that it was too much to notice them in front of him.
He tripped.
Honestly at this point, the sleep deprived man was welcoming the floor, ready to fall asleep on the cold floor.
Instead he fell onto the open arms of a tall man. The hold was strong. Well maybe not the grip but the way the arm hugged tight on to him his body relaxed on their hold.
The engineer’s brain tried hard to think about who the mystery person was, he didn’t have the energy to look up to the other’s face.
So tired at first, the other was wearing fabric that’s hard to the skin and he could feel the slight tremors from the other’s hands.
The next thing he noticed was the smell, the man (he’s pretty sure that they are a man at this point) Had the smell of incense clinging to his clothing and the aroma or calming tea mixed with it.
Tony knew that based on these descriptions he’s supposed to already be able to already guess who his savior is but his brain simply didn’t want to give him the answer.
It took a familiar baritone voice for him to realize who it was, “I think It’s time to go to bed.”
He could hear the fond smile coming from each of those words.
He smiled on the others arms and muffled, “Stranger danger.”
The sorcerer huffed and decided to teleport them to his room. He put the smaller man down on the bed and spoke fondly, “Alright, off to bet with you.”
“You're no fun, Stephen.” he pouted but otherwise did as told. He crawled up to the middle of the bed and positioned himself comfortably.
Stephen had chosen to sit by the foot of Tony’s bed to make sure the other actually slept.
Tony on the other hand had started to drift off.
“Guess you’re the one that’s been protecting me…” he mumbled
“My own secret guardian…” and with that Tony went to the world of dreams, leaving Stephen a blushing mess on the foot of his bed.
~ The End ~
did i write this instead of sleeping? yes i did
apologies for any mistakes im supposed to be asleep when i was writing this
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Bruce comes by with cookies and drinks. “Pepper says you need a break,” he says, curiously eyeing Peter up and down. “Working hard?”
Peter turns his notebook towards Bruce and Bruce chuckles when he sees a cartoonish drawing of Tony in his Iron Man suit. “Hey, that’s quite good, kid.” He steps closer, taking the notebook from Peter’s hands and studying it.
“Yeah, yeah,” Tony mutters. “Encourage him. The snide little bastard.”
Peter just grins.
He takes his notebook back and Tony glances over to see Peter grab a green pencil and start on a drawing that is very obviously going to be the Hulk.
“You just don’t quit, do you? You’re like that Duracell bunny. It’s almost three thirty, though, so we should start wrapping this up.”
Peter looks up at him, the green pencil hovering above the paper. “Stay?” He asks.
Tony feels his heart skip a beat, a strangely protective feeling rising up in his chest. “You wanna stay a little longer?”
Peter nods with a hopeful expression. Tony takes out his phone.
Melissa picks up after only a single dial tone. “Y’ello?”
“Hey. It’s Tony Stark. Are you on your way here yet?”
“Just about to leave.”
“Can we give it a few more hours? We’re in the middle of a project and the kid is really caught up in it. He said he wants to stay.”
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sabbqj · 1 year
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sayahs-corner · 2 years
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Fanfiction by Sayah
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Boy do I love me some Stony, but I try not to limit myself to any one ship.
I write mainly smut with darker themes. I do like a happy ending, but I like the angst too much to write fluff.
If suffering, angst, and questionable morals aren't your cup of tea - please don't read my work, you probably won't like it.
If you are under 18, please don't read. Almost nothing I write is for young eyes.
Below are all my works, so far, in the Marvel Universe.
Secrets Don't Make Friends
Summary: Tony Stark has a secret. Several, in fact. Outed to the world as an Omega, he finds himself stuck between a rock and a hard place. His only hope at salvation rests upon the strong shoulders of a certain Captain Steven Rogers. The problem? Rogers hates his guts.
Pairing: Steve x Tony, Stony
Rating: Explicit
Tags/Warnings: AU, Past Abuse, Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Bullying, Past Abuse, ABO, Omega verse, Omega Tony Stark, Alpha Steve Rogers, Power Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Hurt Tony Stark
Red Handed
Summary: A One Shot in which Tony Stark is a vigilante on the wrong side of the law. Things go sideways, and he ends up getting caught red handed by Captain America. Ironman has been a thorn in the side of the Avengers for too long, and Steve is more than happy to serve up a hot, steamy, glass of justice to his wild and irksome nemesis. That is, until Tony comes up with a proposition for the Captain.
Pairing: Steve x Tony, Stony
Rating: Explicit
Tags/Warnings: Shameless smut, TonyxSteve, Stony, Dub con, Dubious Morality, Enemies to Lovers, Hate Sex, Rough Sex, Verbal Humiliation, Rough Blowjob, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content
Teach
Summary: Tony is the new teacher at Belvalle Academy, where the more notorious crime families send their kids, and has run into some trouble with a group of students. Bullied and beaten, Tony is rescued by none other than a Mr. James Barnes, one of his rather lack-luster students...when he actually show up to class. It isn't long before Tony discovers that James Bucky Barnes doesn't help anyone for free, and if he wants the protection the younger man can provide, he's going to have to pay a price for it. Tony can't afford to pay with cash on his limited teacher's salary, so Barnes comes up with a more...creative way that Tony can pay off his debt.
Pairing: Bucky x Tony, Bucky x Tony x Clint
Rating: Explicit
Tags/Warnings: Some serious AF dubcon, blackmail, AU, Student/Teacher, Student Bucky Barnes, Student Clint Barton, Teacher Tony Stark, Bullying, Anal sex, Blowjobs, Verbal Humiliation, Threesome, Voyeurism, Deepthroating, PWP
Beauty in the Broken
Summary: Tony Stark is a halfbreed Omega on the run. Notorious for being uncatchable and outwitting those who would try to tame him, Tony doesn’t stay in one place for very long. He doesn’t want to be tied down or beholden to any Alpha because in his experience they bring nothing but pain and terror. Besides, Tony has not met a wolf he can’t outrun or outfox.
Until now.
Pairing: Steve x Tony, Stony
Rating: Explicit
Tags/Warnings: AU shifter fanfic, Past Rape (underage - I don't go into extreme detail about this, but if this is triggering for you please do not read), Past Child Abuse, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alpha/Omega, ABO, Mildly Dubious Consent
Bound
Summary: A non powered AU in which Tony is a young college student with a vendetta against some of the guys on the hockey team who bully him mercilessly. He concocts a plan to get revenge in an epic way. The only problem? He broke into the wrong house… in more ways than one. August_2022: Where it all went wrong, Twisted Fairy Tales
Pairing: Steve x Tony, Stony, StevexTonyxBucky, Stuckony Rating: Explicit Tags/Warnings: AU fanfic, dubcon, non con, bdsm, bondage, spanking, anal fingering, anal sex, rough oral sex, hurt/comfort, angst, enemies to lovers, blackmail, threesome
The Storm
Summary: Steve and Tony haven't seen eye to eye in a long time. Once inseparable, the two can no longer stand the sight of each other. But when he gets a call from Natasha telling him that there is something seriously wrong with his ex-lover, Tony rushes out into the wilds of Maine to meet her.
Only...there's a blizzard. And when he finally reaches the cabin, it's not Natasha there waiting for him. But Steve himself.
Crafty Russian.
For @captain-stark-rogars (hope you don't hate it! :P) Prompt: Stony on the verge of Divorce but end up stranded ((snow storm?)) and they realize there is a ember burning…they end up wanting to work it out …((maybe sexy time ?))
Pairing: Steve/Tony
Rating: Explicit
Tags/Warnings: Established relationship, angst, makeup sex, sex on the kitchen table, snowed in
Rocky Road
Summary: Tony Stark has been kidnapped... again. This time is different that the others, though, because his kidnappers are not interested in a ransom. They mean to kill him. His only hope rests upon the smashed smartwatch on his wrist that doesn't seem to want to work. When a call finally goes through, it's to the last person in the world he wants to talk to. His ex-boyfriend, Grant Stevens, who he put in his phone as FuckHead.
Pairing: Steve/Tony
Rating: Mature
Tags/Warnings: Established relationship, angst, identity porn, secret identities, college age Tony, Steve comes out of the Ice sooner, AU, Feral Steve Rogers, Protective Steve Rogers, Nazi Punching, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Rescues, HEA
The Tribute
Summary:
He was being hunted.
Which, yeah, okay, was maybe the point of this whole stupid, archaic, tradition. Tony was supposed to be hunted. He was supposed to be chased down by the mythical creatures that haunted these woods. And when they caught him he was supposed to submit, to give himself body and soul, to whatever creature chose him as theirs for the night.
He was supposed to be a sacrifice. A gift of submission to appease the creatures who dwelled in the forest that surrounded the sleepy little town of Pine Hollow. His submission was reparation for a debt owed.
Allegedly.
Pairing: Steve/Tony
Rating: Explicit
Tags/Warnings: Non con, Extremely Dubious consent, Werewolf AU, Werewolf Steve, Human Tony, Monster/Human sex, Voyeurism, Human Sacrifice (sexually)
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Recoil ch.10 update and possible post date
So, I’m going to be a little late on this post.  My sister is in town so I’ve been busy.  It should be up before Monday/Tuesday.... I’m personally hoping for Sunday but we shall see.  In the meantime, here’s a stupid interaction that never made it into the story!  Also, excuse my bad spider pun lol
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“Big Mama?” Tony says.  “How do you guys know her?”
Leo narrows his eyes.  “How do you know Big Mama?”
“Please,” Tony scoffs.  “Lasi and I go way back.  She owns that stupid hotel that she wont let me stay in.”  Tony rolls his eyes.  “It’s not like I can’t afford it.”
Four eye ridges- and eyebrows -raise in unison at the name.  “Lasi?” Donnie asks.
“Yeah,” Tony says slowly.  “Lasi O’ Dora?  You guys do know Big Mama isn’t her real name right?”
The boys share a look before whipping out their phones, a chorus of clicks fill the lab.  “Lasi,” Mikey hums, “now how exactly are you spelling that?”
Tony raises an eyebrow and shares a look with Steve, but the captain looks just as confused.  He spells out the name and green fingers go flying across small screens.  Tony feels his eye narrow, he’s missing something, but he’s just not sure what.  There’s a sudden chuckle from the softshell, “Guys, look what comes up when you Google that name?”  The turtle tilts his phone and the boys squeeze around it.  There’s a pause, a snort, then they’re falling over laughing.
“No way!” Leo wheezes.  “This is like, the best day of my life!”
“I know,” Donnie laughs, “Lasi?  That’s original.”
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writingpains2019 · 2 years
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New chapter! This is the chapter before the airport scene in Civil War.
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Misbehaving
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Summary: You interrupt Tony’s meeting
Warnings: Smut, fingering
W/C: written on my phone
A/N: This is kinda short and a bit different then what i normal write but it’s been stuck in my head for days and i needed to get it out 😅
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Tony admires your fucked out state. Eyes glazed over, tear stained cheeks, bottom lip swollen from how much you’d been biting it. This was your 6th orgasm of the night. Or maybe 7th, you’d lost count after the 3rd one.
“Tony, I can’t. S’too much.” You gasp when he curls his fingers. The cool sensation of his rings felt like heaven against your hot cunt.
“I warned you princess, but you didn’t want to listen huh?” He wraps his hand around your thigh, reaching over to your cunt to pinch your swollen clit. “Disrespecting me in front of all my men, walking around in that short skirt like a little slut.”
You knew better than to interrupt one of Tony’s meetings, it was his only rule. But you got impatient and decided to go see him, putting on a little skirt to make sure you’d be able to persuade him back to bed.
He gave you an annoyed look when you pranced into his office, sitting on the edge of his desk, legs crossed so the skirt would ride up your thigh.
Tony asked you to leave, telling you he needed 5 more minutes, but you needed him now. You didn’t mean to talk back, it slipped before you had the chance to think about what you were doing. And by the time you saw Tony’s eyes darken, you knew you were in trouble.
“Now be a good girl and cum for me. Maybe I’ll untie you afterwards.”
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Tony is tired of hearing her daughter talk about her crush, and Peter talk about his. So he sets them up for confrontation and decides to have a little fun with it...
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you stepped inside the most spacious classroom of Midtown High, and the familiar scents of chemicals immediately invaded your smell. The chemistry class was soon filled with people taking their seats at their tables and putting on their candid white lab coats and protective goggles. Your usual desk mates were absent on that day due to the intensive sport training they were undergoing; soon they'd have a really important match and the school couldn't risk loosing (again), so they were excused from classes that day.
It was no big deal, but it was an absolute tragedy for you: who will you blather about your crush to? Who will listen as you make up romantic - most definitely unrealistic - scenarios, and encourage your imagination? How can you go a whole day without hearing their encouraging words on how you should just go up to Peter's desk and say-
"Hi, is this seat taken?" The familiar voice shakes you out of your thoughts. Your eyes widen as the sight of THE Peter Parker.
The boy wasn't popular in the slightest, but you had the chance to admire him in his natural habitat, the chemistry and maths classrooms, (or so you thought) and he was the smartest person in MILES. The rare few times you had the chance - or the excuse - to talk to him, he had been the most caring, generous and kindest person you ever had the chance to meet.
"Of course not." You smiled, making him smile, too. You blushed at the thought of always being the one to make him smile like that. Better yet, at the thought of him making you smile like an absolute fool everyday.
"y/n, right?" Peter asked while fixing his bag next to him and sitting down on the stool.
From there on the chitchat never ended. You both did stay silent: he was rather invested in the experiment, and you were rather invested in watching him focus. Chemistry came pretty naturally to you - just like every other scientifical and technology-related subject - which gave you more time to dream of the moment that had finally come.
You guys discovered that you had so much in common: interests, friendships, hobbies...heroes. You both loved Spiderman, for instance, and you both really looked up to Ironman and Captain America. You both liked Star Wars and Delmar's sandwiches, and you both knew MJ.
After class was over, the two of you agreed to sit next to each other the following time as well: your friends had been telling you to talk to him for ages, they won't mind at all if you actually did and stopped distracting him from their assignments in class. Even though, underneath, you knew they enjoyed it just as much as you did.
The weeks went by and you couldn't help but like him more and more, falling deeper and deeper for the boy. He seemed quite involved, too: every time your hands brushed against each other, or you made him laugh, or even just held eye contact for more than one second, it just made your heartbeat run a marathon. And that wasn't like you at all, but you weren't sure you liked it much. That little voice in your head just kept telling you that it might all just be your imagination going a bit too far; basically just gaslighting yourself.
Six months later you guys had become absolute best friends. You walked back home together after school, worked on projects, had your own inside jokes; you had even met his aunt May!
"Hey y/n?" Peter broke the silence while he was laying on a park bench, his curls on your laps.
"Yeah?"
"Do you- would you ever-" he started stuttering as he usually did when he was going to say something important for him. It always made you giggle, you found it cute.
"C'mon Pete, you can tell me anything, you know that."
"I know" he whispered before sitting back straight up. He took a deep breath before finally saying what he wanted to "Do you- like pillowcases?"
You looked at him, puzzled and surprised by the question. "Do I- like pillowcases?" You let out a laugh, trying to hide the disappointment in what you thought he'd have said. "I guess I do. Do you?"
"Yea. I do, I really do."
"That's- cool, I didn't know that about you" You chuckled, as he let out more of a nervous laugh. "I guess we should get going now". You smiled, gathering your things.
After Peter dropped you off where you "lived", you waited til he was out of sight before getting into the most famous building in the State: your actual home.
"I CANNOT BELIEVE HIM!" You shouted as you angrily climbed the stairs and walked into the kitchen, reaching straight for the fridge and opening it. "I seriously cannot believe that boy!"
"What did he do today sweetheart?" you father asked, not getting his eyes off of the newspaper he was reading.
"He almost asked me out!"
"And the problem with that is..."
"THAT HE ALMOST ASKED ME OUT!"
"Oh, obviously" He mocked you as he folded his newspaper. "Honey, have you ever thought of asking him out yourself?"
"Of course not. I mean, what if he says no?"
"You've never had this problem with any other boy before, and you're having this kind of doubts now that I actually like one of your picks?"
"Yes, because I also actually like this one!"
"Pepper, I don't need the blood test anymore, she's definitely a Stark!"
"I thought we had agreed on that when she fixed the- technology thing you couldn't deal with when she was 5." Your mother shouted from the other room.
"Okay, ouch." Tony replied.
"To be fair, you did deserve that." You chuckled. "Anyways, I'm starting to think it was just all in my head. Maybe that's just how he is with everyone, I'm nothing special. I guess I love for the both of us. I mean, how could I be enough for someone like him? He's the sweetest, kindest, most generous and caring person on this planet. And me? Well, I'm just really smart. And I'm amazing for everyone else, of course, but him? He deserves more than I'll ever be able to give." You concluded looking at the ground as you let your head fall into your arms. You were forced to raise your gaze when you heard a sudden loud noise. Something had fallen and broken, like a plate or a mug.
Looking up you saw the only thing you needed but last thing you wanted to see in that moment.
"You better clean that up kid. Oh and, y/n? Peter's here, by the way. Which is a really good thing because now you can both stop using me as your shrink and actually talk to each other." Tony looked at you with the most amused smirk as he was on his way to leave the room.
Your face had reached the cherry red color of the ceramic bowl that was scattered all around on the floor.
"Are you- did you actually mean all that?" An incredulously open-mouthed Peter asked.
"What are you even doing here?!" You inquired, confused and embarrassed.
"That's not important right now. Did you mean that?"
"Haven't I proven it to you?"
"I- I feel awful about making you doubt how much I love you." He said sincerely, while walking towards you.
"You- love me?"
"More than I thought I could." He leaned in slowly, following your every move until your lips fused into the most beautiful feeling you had ever felt. When the kiss was broken he held you in his arms for a few minutes, you both contemplating how the moment felt as magical as you had imagined it. Peter broke the silence with a sudden realization.
"Wait- you are PEPPER POTTS AND TONY STARK'S DAUGHTER?"
"Yeah..." You laughed nervously.
"Why have you never said anything?"
"I don't really go around advertising it. You know the bad guys and stuff can-" As you were explaining, you accidentally hurt a mug. Luckily, before it could touch the ground it was promptly saved: Peter was holding in his right hand the purple thing.
"you are SPIDERMAN?! MY BOYFRIEND IS SPIDERMAN?"
"Mh, boyfriend." He chuckled before hugging you again. "I like the sound of that."
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