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lovewithmary · 4 months
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(not) moving on — a max verstappen x stark!oc x charles leclerc series
★ fc: madison beer ☆ summary: evangeline "evie" stark is in love with her best friend, max verstappen, but he tries his best to keep her at arm's length. but what happens when she starts to get close to his fellow drivers in the paddock? ★ notes: since the chapters will be more like one shots, requests about stuff you want to see with evie, charles, and max are now open!
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eviestark: max and i lost charles at the pet store trying to buy jimmy and sassy stuff... then we found charles sat on the floor, playing with mimi
needless to say, welcome to the stark-verstappen-leclerc household mimi! 🫶
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user1: OKAY BUT HOW DID SASSY AND JIMMY REACT TO MIMI? ↳ eviestark: it was surprisingly chill 😭 however max was worried that they were gonna react badly to mimi and vice versa ↳ maxverstappen1: I wasn't worried, I just didn't want the pets to get hurt if they fought ↳ eviestark: says the one who refused to let go of jimmy and sassy from your arms so charles and I had to convince you 😭😭
user2: stark-verstappen-leclerc household? sounds like a mouthful 🫡 ↳ eviestark: it is 😉 ↳ charles_leclerc: EVIE! ↳ maxverstappen1: ANG! ↳ eviestark: what? you try to say our last names in a row and see how successful you are the first time 🙄 ↳ user3: it's like evie has no pr training ↳ eviestark: oh, I have, I just choose to ignore it
user4: jimmy, sassy, and mimi are probably the most spoiled pets in the world rn ↳ eviestark: tonystark and pepperstark have their very own pet store in the tower... at this point, I'm inclined to agree ↳ tonystark: well i have no choice considering you think of us as your pet babysitters and you keep on making us babysit ↳ user5: tony stark being a pet grandfather was something I didn't know I needed until now ↳ tonystark: me being a grandfather to a bunch of pets wasn't something I dreamed of doing, trust me ↳ eviestark: you love my children, don't act :( ↳ tonystark: you once texted me "you're a grandpapa!" and i nearly had a heart attack until i realized you were talking about JIMMY, SASSY, AND MIMI
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"That vet doesn't know what he's saying! How could he even say that?!" Max angrily said, holding Mimi like one would hold a baby, with Mimi's head resting on Max's shoulder.
Meanwhile, Evie and Charles were holding Jimmy and Sassy, amused at how Max was reacting to what the veterinarian had said. "Max, it's not really a big deal—" Charles tried saying, but Max cut him off.
"Not a big deal?! He called Mimi—" Max cut himself off so he could adjust Mimi to cover her ears (as if she could understand what he was saying) and whisper, "overweight,"
"He just suggested to make her portions of food smaller and to take more walks," Evie tried saying to calm Ma down but to no avail.
"Smaller portions?! Does he want her to starve? Also, Mimi is very active, she goes on runs with us every time and she loves it!" Max argued.
"Maxie, I'm not arguing with you, I'm just saying that he only suggested it, and we don't have to follow it," Evie told him, and thankfully, it helped in calming his anger, no matter how amusing found how angry he got for Mimi.
As the three started walking to the car, Charles and Evie could just hear Max cooing to Mimi. "We're not going to listen to him, you are beautiful just the way you are," he quietly reassured the dog, who was not aware of what just happened.
Evie turned to Charles and said, "Remember when Max said he didn't know if he could love Mimi as much as he loves Jimmy and Sassy when you first got him?"
Charles nodded and said, "Now I'm starting to think that he might love Mimi more than he loves us,"
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maryvioletique7708 · 2 years
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Marvel!!
Harry Osborn (surprisingly or not) and Loki
Hard question since I like everyone but I guess I could say it's Ultron.
1. Parksborn 2. Wandavision 3. Tony Stark x Pepper 4. Spideychelle 5. Petergwen
Michelle Jones give me Bi vibes-
None. (I don't have any hehe)
Harry Osborn (yes), Loki and Wanda ☺️🌺
Don't have any (My braincells are kind of oof right now)
Same with my old post, Tssm Molten Man is Underrated. (Imma try drawing him soon)
PepperStark and Wandavision
GwenMJ and Parksborn (haha)
Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier
Loki Laufeyson (I feel them)
Spideypool, I just lost interest.
Michael Morbius (jk)
MCU Bruce Banner and Tony Stark and Tssm MJ and Gwen
🤷‍♀️
Don't have as well,,💦
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unnameablewriter · 2 years
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#TonyStark #IronMan #Marvel #PeterParker #SpiderMan #MarvelSeries #TomHolland #RobertDownyJr #UnnameableWriter #FanFiction #Avengers #MarvelCinematicUniverse #IronDad #FatherSon #SuperFamily #Hurt/Comfort #Whump #Angst #FatherFigure #SpiderSon #IronSpider #Comfort #Fluff #FamilyFeels #Care #ParkerStark #Tony has a heart #MorganStark #PepprPotts #PepperStark #BruceBanner #SteveRodgers #CaptainAmerica #NatashaRomanoff #BlackWidow #Thor #Loki #StevenStrange #DrStrange #JamesRhodes #WarMachine #Hulk #HappyHogan #MayParker #AuntMay
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jj-scottsbee · 4 years
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I’m Your Daughter
Prompt: You were the daughter of Tony Stark, all you wanted to do was make your Father proud.
Warnings: Crying, swearing 
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You stared into the crowd, searching for his face. Out of everyone that had shown up to see your final art piece, the one person you wanted to be there most didn't show. Your face dropped as you stood with your drawing, ashamed that yet again your creation had not been good enough for your Father.
The painting was a 30x40 size portrait you had drawn of Pepper and your Dad. It had been a side portrait you had been able to capture during one of the many balls the three of you had attended together. They had been dancing, their hands intertwined, Pepper's hair curled beautifully, Tony's face unbruised. You hand-drew the entire thing and colored it carefully with colored pencil, the piece had taken you months to create and perfect. You had spent every spare moment you had to make it, you put your heart and soul into your artwork. For months you had reminded everyone in the tower about the date and time of the art show. Every day, you reminded everyone that you wanted them to come out and see the piece. You had kept it hidden from everyone, wanting it to be an anniversary present for your parents.
You adored both of them with every ounce of your heart. From the day you were born and dropped off on Tony's doorstep Pepper had acted as your Mother. You considered her to be your mother, the only thing she hadn't down for you was birth you, but you didn't care. Pepper who was not even biologically related to you, treated you more like a daughter than your own Father did and you noticed.
Out of all the Avengers, Tony was the one that never showed. Pepper had brought you to the show, she waited until you were able to present your piece on stage to see it. You watched as Pepper, Steve, Clint, Natasha, Bucky, Wanda, Bruce, and even Thor smiled and clapped proudly as you displayed your art on stage. The one face you had hoped to see, was nowhere to be found. Again, Tony had missed something that meant everything to you. Your face fell slightly with disappointment, but you quickly tried to hide it with a smile. This wasn't the first time Tony had skipped something that you begged him to be at, his absences started when you were young and still hadn't stopped. No matter how much you had begged him, how many times you reminded him, how many times he had promised to be there, he never lived up to his word. No matter how many times he had put you through the feeling of not being enough, every time you still hoped it would be different, nothing ever changed. After you walked off stage everyone hugged you, patted you on the back, told you how proud they were of you, Pepper even teared up as she looked at the drawing, she had loved it. She pulled you into a tight hug, trying to comfort and thank you at the same time. You did your best to hide the hurt you felt, the disappointment that overwhelmed your body. "Couldn't make it?" You asked the group, not bothering to mention a name. Everyone knew who you were talking about. They all knew how much this meant to you, how much you had begged Tony to come to just this one event. Their faces slightly fell, no one knowing what to say. "You know he gets busy, Hun." Pepper comforted, already thinking of the words she would be having with her husband later. No matter how many times he blew you off, you never complained. It wasn't hard to see that you were hurt by Tony's absences, but you still did your best to keep an upbeat spirit. Pepper had yelled and talked with Tony several times, she had nagged him for so long making sure he would be there for that show. Once again, he had missed it. After the show, the group of eight had offered to take you out for dinner in celebration, but you refused. You were quick to pack your drawing into the back of Pepper's car and hop into the passenger's seat. You sat quietly staring out of the window, avoiding the stares from the other Avengers. They looked at you with pity, as they walked away from the car. Pepper and you drove in silence all the way home to the tower. You exited the car quickly as your emotions began to get the best you. Every time before this, you had been calm and collected, brushing the disappointment and embarrassment off your shoulder. This time it was different, your anger took over and you angrily began to kick the car as hard as you could. Pepper was quick to your side, pulling you into a hug as you began to cry. You sobbed into her shirt, as she held you as tight as she could. Pepper knew it wouldn't be long until her husband's actions got to you, she knew you were bound to break soon. "Come on Y/N, let's go inside and get you in a hot bath. It'll help, I promise." She led you inside, her arm around your shoulders comforting her. The rest of the Avengers purposely sat in their cars, not wanting to embarrass you by showing that they had seen your breakdown. Pepper told Jarvis to bring the two of you up to your bedroom, but Tony had been notified of your arrival and instructed Jarvis to bring the two of you to the lab. As the elevator doors opened, you saw Tony deep into his work. His brow was contorted with concentration as he stared at his suit. He glanced up from his work as Pepper ushered you out of the elevator. "Hey, how was dinner?" He took a double-take as he saw your red and puffy eyes, "What happened? What's wrong baby?" Tony was quick to tear himself away from his work as he saw your hurt expression. He swiftly made his way over to you and Pepper, staring at you with worry. Pepper was angry but knew this was something that you had to get out and talk to him about. Your Dad pulled you into a quick hug but pushing you back by your shoulders taking a once over. He checked your face for any injuries worried that you had been physically hurt. "You don't even know what you missed." You said softly, as you pulled yourself away from Tony's grasp. You tried to push past Pepper but she stopped you. "Y/N you need to talk to him." She gently grabbed your wrist. She pulled you slowly back towards Tony. Pepper gave Tony a look as if saying, 'just listen'. She then turned and walked into the elevator, leaving the two of you alone. "Did I do something?" He asked confused. "It's what you didn't do," You stated calmly, "You didn't show up." "What do you mea-," He paused, the realization of what he missed hitting him. "The art show, it was tonight? Shit, I'm sorry baby." He tried to hug you again, but you backed away from him. "It's the same fucking excuse. No, fuck that, you don't even give me an excuse you just say 'I'm sorry' and I'm expected to forgive you. Every fucking time I beg you to do something or to support me through something, and you never pull through." Your hurt turned back into anger. You stared your Father in the eye, he was taken back by your sudden burst of anger. You had never gotten angry directly at him, let alone had you never sworn around him. "First of all, watch your language, and second, I'm sorry but I got busy," He laughed at the end, out of uncertainty or disbelief, you couldn't tell. "Sometimes, I can't make it to things." "Sometimes...sometimes?!? When have you ever fucking supported me through anything? When have you ever showed up to anything of mine? I spent fucking months on my art, on your fucking anniversary present and you didn't even have the fucking decency to show up to the revealing of it! I am your flesh and blood and yet the thing that takes priority over your own daughter is that fucking suit!" You screamed at him, your anger boiling over. You walked towards one of your dad's many suits, the suit that made him a superhero. The suit that stole him away from you. "I've supported you your whole life. I didn't have to fucking take you in, I could have dropped your sorry ass off at a fire station, but instead, I took you in and gave you everything you've ever wanted." His words stung, they hit you hard. You spun around to face him, making sure to get in his face. "All I've ever wanted was your fucking attention, your fucking love. For you to show me that I mattered just an ounce more than your precious suits. It's always the precious suits," You growled the last part, turning towards the suits again. "I'm your Father-," You were quick to cut him off. "I'm your fucking daughter." You screamed, as you picked up a wrench off his desk and hurled it at his head. Tony was quick to dodge the metal tool, staring at it as it banged against the elevator doors. It fell to the ground causing a loud noise to echo throughout the lab. Your chest heaved with anger, Tony brought his looked away from the wrench and back to you. A sharp look in his eye. The two of you stared at each other in anger, neither of you looked away. Both of you stared directly into the others' eyes, refusing to be the first to look away. The ding of the elevator filled your ears, the doors opening as Steve, Pepper, and Natasha, jumped out. The other Avengers shoving their way through the door of the stairs. They had heard the wrench hit and worried about what would happen next. They had been watching from the cameras that Jarvis had connected to, too. "I'm your fucking daughter, all I want is my Father." You growled, turning away from Tony you grabbed the stool that he had sitting by the suit. You picked it up and with all your might you swung it towards the computer, then towards the suit. You swung with every ounce of strength you had, ignoring your father's protests. You did your best to put dents in the suit, even if they were small. You were able to shatter the computer, sending glass everywhere.
Tony was quick to rip the stool from your hands, throwing it away from everything. He grabbed you, bear-hugging you as you kicked and yelled for him to let you go. "I'm your daughter, I'm your daughter." You kept repeating the same phrase, your anger, turning into tears as you slowly stopped fighting your Father's grip. You began to cry as Tony held you tight, the consequences of his actions showing it's ugly face. He finally realized how much pain he had actually caused you.
The other Avengers watched as the two of you fell to the ground, you still engulfed in Tony's arms. Piles of the shattered computer screen sat all around you. The tears flowed from your eyes, as both yours and Tony's chest's heaved as you both calmed down. Tony had never realized how much he had neglected you until he saw you break in front of him.
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barelysentientbeing · 3 years
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Any one have any Peter Lokison, Spiderson to Stark, Spiderson to Pepper & Stark (idk the ship name), Spiderson to Stony, Spiderson to IronStrange, or spiderson in general, spidypool (not the pedophilic ones, the one with another version of deapool that is like Wade Wilson moves to ny from Canada and has a shitty life and is like 17 and some how ends up in peters school) or any good spiderman in general fanfic recommendations?
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tonyspiderchild · 3 years
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Iron Man (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts & Tony Stark, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker (implied), Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, James “Rhodey” Rhodes & Tony Stark Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Michelle Jones, Friday (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Avengers (mentioned) Additional Tags: Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Peter Parker is Pepper Potts's Biological Child, Precious Peter Parker, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Scary Movies, Awesome Pepper Potts, Protective Tony Stark, Peter Parker Has a Crush, Protective Pepper Potts, Awesome Tony Stark, Bye Bye Man (mentioned), Michelle Jones is a Little Shit, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark Friendship Series: Part 5 of Irondad/Spiderson One shots Summary:
MJ recommends a scary movie for Peter to watch, and of course he had to try to show off to her even if he doesn't do well with certain horror stuff. Turns out it wasn't gonna be an easy feat.
Hey guys so my bff wrote this piece and I helped her with a lot of the details. Let us know what you guys think. 
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team-downey-1965 · 4 years
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Yes, it would be nice to see this scene.
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cunaeparker · 4 years
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12:34 | P. Parker
A/N: this is an OC named pepper and she is tony’s daughter. ngl i kind of forgot ab pepper potts writing this so i fucked it up lmao but they are both. the. same. age. pepper stark is not a middle-aged woman ahaha
anyways lego
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When the alarms started to blare inside of the Avengers Compound, Pepper Stark's heart began to pound erratically inside her chest in a mix of extreme excitement and fright.
Her father hardly allowed her to go on missions with the rest of the team, and since she had trained particularly hard for the past couple of weeks, her hopes were high that he would let her go; and she assumed he would, though a small lingering bit of doubt stayed in her mind.
It reminded her of Tony.
He has always been protective of his family. Ever since terrorists captured his fiancée Pepper (who ironically had the same name as his kid, though she was born from another mother), it tore him apart to see chemicals hurt and cling to the one thing he held dear. He's always been scared of the possibility that some monster of a villain would capture his only source of happiness and take it away.
It nearly happened with his wife, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let it happen with his daughter.
He knew his answer, and inevitably, Pepper refrained from asking because she was pretty sure she knew the answer too.
The alarms continued to screech as Tony Stark walked briskly down the hallway towards the Compound hangar. He tried his best to remain calm as yet another threat loomed over the city, attempting to refrain from running and making it even more real, putting his stress on a higher level - until he saw some peculiar looking mix of red and blue stalk behind a corner.
It was moving hastily and in the same direction as Tony.
He immediately knew who it was and if this damn kid didn't stop being so goddamn obvious he didn't know what he was going to do. Tony halted his speed-walking with a small groan.
"Peter!" He yelled as he cupped his hands over his mouth, eyes narrowing. Agitation coursed through his veins and it took nearly all of his willpower not to say something rude or off-putting to the poorly disguised teen. "Get over here!"
The coloured spandex hiding not-so-subtly behind a large piece of machinery sucked in a loud, sharp breath.
"Uhm - nothing to see here, Mr. Stark!" the voice quivered in response, sounding extremely high-pitched, as if just caught in the middle of an unspeakable crime. "Just... uh..."
Peter Parker slinked out of his hiding spot and into Tony's line of vision, taking off his mask and playing with it in his hands, brown curls a mess, smiling nervously and bobbing up and down on the balls of his feet.
"I'm - I'm uh, I was just planning on going to the jet to help you guys out."
Peter threw his hands in the air as if the remark was a grand gesture, still smiling nervously - but Tony's stern glare shut that act right down.
"Kid," Tony sighed, rubbing at his temple, "Do you not hear these alarms going? This is urgent stuff, use your... your brain, or something."
Peter's heart began to pound.
"I - I do hear them Mr. Stark," Peter assured quickly, brown eyes widening, "That's why I wanted to help—"
"Well, you're not," Tony interrupted, walking towards him and gripping him firmly on the shoulder. "The team has to go. Like, right now."
He stood in front of the boy with a raised eyebrow and an authoritative look, waiting patiently for his statement of defeat.
Anyone related to Tony, or anyone close to him, knew his assertiveness was not to be taken under advisement - it was to be taken seriously; in the moment; right now. And if you didn't comply or agree, there would be hell to pay after.
Everyone knew this. Both Stark girls knew this.
Peter knew this.
Which is why he ended up sighing and hanging his head, biting his lip as he shifted on the soles of his feet, regretting his attempts because they ended up being so terribly short lived.
"Okay, okay. You guys go," he mumbled dejectedly. "I'll stay here."
He paused a moment before adding: "Alone."
"C'mon kid, don't be so dramatic," Tony said with the ghost of a smile, finding Peter's behaviour awfully amusing. He began to pick up the brisk walking pace that he started off with. "Anyways," he said loudly as he rounded a corner, "You won't be alone because Pepper is staying too."
There was the hint of a smirk on his face before he disappeared from sight - leaving Peter stock-still on the third floor and looking like a mix of confused and stricken all at the same time.
He just shook his head, as taking note of the ear-splitting alarms that shrieked in his ears as he walked back to his room, he figured it was some small joke on Tony's side.
But maybe, he thought as he bit his lip, clenching his hands together in nervousness as he opened the door to his room, He knows.
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A few hours passed and the Avengers were yet to come back.
Neither of the teenagers residing in the Compound were particularly worried though, because they were definitely used to it.
Pepper was hitting bags into next week in the training centre, her favourite past-time; punching and kicking and slamming into the sand-filled sacks with all of her might.
Peter was cooped up in his bedroom doing chemistry homework as Bon Iver played softly through his speakers, accompanied by the soft sound of jagged graphite writing against rough lined paper.
There was quite a difference between the two, in terms of personality.
Pepper Stark was a girl who narrowly avoided arrogance - if not perfection.
She was extremely intelligent, an avid seventies and nineties music listener, a gifted fighter, and just about as charming and charismatic and witty as it gets; exactly like her father. Her assertiveness and quick wits made her desirable by nearly everyone if her good looks hadn't locked them in yet.
Her high cheekbones and narrow jawline, stunning hazel eyes and small splatter of freckles, defined nose and full lips, fit physique and dark brown hair... it was bewitching.
She looked like her father when he was younger though it was more in a frightening resemblance.
As for Peter, wild eyebrow and naturally curly hair and all, he preferred to study instead of train. Because hell - he got enough of a core workout by swinging around the city every day - he didn't want to work out when he didn't have to, because frankly, he didn't exactly like it.
His six-pack is the only thing he's gotten for free in his life, and he definitely accepts that lucky counterpart to his spiderbite.
Around others Peter is seen as awkward and twitchy, but around Pepper, he's seen as sarcastic and witty and funny. He feels a sense of security around her and he loves the prescence she brings. She doesn't care when he stutters or says something accidentally offensive, she's just there for him to talk to and be. She's his rock.
Nevertheless, Peter guesses opposites really do attract, because the pair cancel each other out in more ways than one.
He was wrapped up in his thoughts instead of doing his chemistry homework, just writing down blank words in ignorant bliss, and Pepper was just finishing up her rigorous training session.
Her limbs were tired and her hands quivered as she grabbed a white towel off of a nearby stand. With a shaky breath and adrenaline spiking through her small body (causing her to shake a little), she wiped the sweat and stray hairs away from her flushed freckled face.
She let out a relieved sigh as she finished up, taking a quick sip from her water bottle and tossing her damp towel into a basket before leaving the training room.
Her tight-fitting shorts she kept from her junior year of volleyball seemed tighter than ever around her legs, and because of the fair amount of sweat she shed, all her workout clothes felt tight and the only thing on her mind was the need for a shower.
Feeling slightly gross but also relaxed and light, she was in the mood for a small nap, until her thoughts were interrupted by the soft sound of somebody humming.
It echoed through the hallway, and she stopped and listened for a moment. Her well-shaped brows furrowed in confusion, until she realized it was coming from the room on the far left of the fourth floor  - Peter's guestroom for when he stayed at the Compound - and she couldn't help it when her upper lip twitched into a half-smile.
Pepper smirked before jogging up towards the door, deciding she would pay her friend a little visit. She knocked on the door.
"Hey, can I come in?" She asked, pushing the door open a bit and poking her head through.
Pepper could see Peter's head whirl around at the sound of her voice, and he looked like he was about to run at her, not knowing the intruder - senses on full alert.
He accidentally flung his homework onto the floor in his certain-there's-an-intruder-like stupor, but his eyes softened and his face erupted into a sheepish grin as soon as he saw Pepper's snickering form in the doorway.
"You scared me, Pep," Peter mumbled, lip twitching into an embarrassed smile as a pink tint crawled up his cheeks, causing her to laugh.
He chuckled feebly, his words sounding as if his heart had just recovered pounding at an inhuman rate. They were breathy.
Peter beckoned her in with a little nod of his head as he awkwardly picked up his notebook. He put it beside him as he laid down on his side.
"Well, that was eventful."
Pepper hummed, green eyes gleaming, covering her grinning mouth with the back of her hand as she tried not snort any louder than it allowed.
"Who knew you were so jumpy, Parker?" She teased lowly, raising an eyebrow and leaning up against the doorframe, "You're full of surprises, huh."
Peter rolled his eyes and scoffed, reaching for his mechanical pencil that rolled under the bed.
"I think you'd know all my 'surprises' by now," he snorted, voice strained as he reached his arm further under the bed, arm stretching for his pencil. "You're so -" he grabbed onto it with a grunt and sat up on his bed, smiling goofily. "-Damn clingy."
"You know it." She returned the smile with one of her own, one that made Peter weak at the knees and make him feel as if his arms were numb. He didn't realize he was staring at her  hair that was stringy with sweat and her slim figure until she coughed.
She raised an eyebrow and felt her lips involuntarily twitch into a half-smirk. "You good?"
"What? Wh- yes."
Peter recovered easily thanks to the many habits he caught on from Pepper. If this was him talking two years ago, god... painful.
"Anyways, what's up?" He asked curiously.
"Eh, nothing really," Pepper said casually as she shrugged her slim shoulders, turning their playful banter into actual conversation. She leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms over her chest. "I just wanted to say hi."
Peter's lips quirked into a small smile before he pulled himself up the bed and rested his head against the headboard.
"Oh, okay," he said. "Nice."
He grimaced a little at his awkwardness, though secretly, his heart did a backflip with relief because he knew that Pepper didn't care nor notice.
"Yeah," Pepper smiled, swaying back and forth absentmindedly. "I mean, I just finished up with training and figured I'd catch up. Y'know."
"Yeah, definitely," Peter said with a vigorous nod of his head. "S'good to hear what's going on in that crazy Stark head of yours."
The ghost of a smirk painted Peter's lips as he propped up his hands behind his head.
Pepper smiled and sauntered over to his bed, sitting down on the side and bouncing up and down slightly at the springs. She brought her legs up underneath her and curled up into a little ball, leaning her head onto Peter's shoulder.
"There's really nothing new," she explained, "It's just annoying that... God I sound thirteen," she added with a small smirk, "My dad won't let me do anything fun the team and it feels... weird. You know?"
Peter nodded.
"I feel you, Pep. He's that way with me too."
"Yeah?" Pepper asked inquisitively, genuinely curious about her dad's behaviour towards her friend. She quirked her head to the side. "Is he protective... with you?"
Peter shrugged, taking his hands out from behind his head and adjusting his position to sit up beside Pepper. He gave her a small closed-mouth smile.
"Er - kind of," he said, glancing down at his thumbs as he picked at the skin around his nails. "It's a little..." he paused as he pondered the thought. "Overbearing," he said finally. "Sometimes."
"Yeah," Pepper agreed, giving Peter an understanding side glance as she sighed, moving a little and resting her head more comfortably, feeling as if she was sinking into a nice warm bath, drowning in his naturally blazing skin, falling deeper into Peter and his warmth.
She nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck and intertwined their hands, letting out a content sigh. She rubbed her thumbs gently over his bruised and healing knuckles.
"Overbearing is like, the perfect word for it," she said quietly.
"I'm sure he doesn't mean anything bad, Pep," Peter said softly, smiling down at their hands on his lap. "He just... he just doesn't want to see you get hurt, s'all."
"I know, Peter."
Pepper furrowed her eyebrows and absentmindedly swung their hands back and forth, biting her lip.
"I... I feel like I have no capability around him."
Peter frowned.
"What do you mean?" He asked as his eyebrows furrowed, tilting his head to the side to get a better look at her. "You're probably the most capable person I have ever met."
He said it so definitively, as if it was the only thing that rang true in the world, and Pepper couldn't help the small blush that rose up on her freckled cheeks.
"Thanks," she smiled, laughing a little awkwardly as she felt the rising colour on her face. She brushed a stray piece of dark blonde hair behind her ear and gave Peter a smile. "It means a lot, Pete."
She looked at him appreciatively, and Peter could see the golden flakes in her hazel eyes glow when the orange sun shone through the window and skylight just right. It illuminated all of her defined features and made her look older, yet wiser, and more.... experienced.
He gave her a small smile and turned his head to press a small kiss to the side of her temple.
"No problem, Salt," Peter chuckled, leaning his head against hers. "Only the best flattery for my favourite person."
"Oh shut up," Pepper laughed, "Everyone knows you like MJ the best. And not gonna lie," she leaned closer towards him, lips brushing against the shell of his ear and causing goosebumps to erupt on his skin. "We all have a bet on who's gonna ask who out first."
Peter's heart began to pound in his chest and the sound of Pepper's laughter seemed to fade away in a hazy fog.
Embarrassment and guilt suddenly flooded his veins because really, really, he didn't like MJ like that. He might've been hanging out with her a bit more than usual to divert his attention away from the beautiful girl sitting right in front of him.
He felt bad, but MJ knew what Peter was doing. She even got him to admit it. But no one else knew that MJ was a scapegoat for Peter's lingering emotions, except for her, of course.
Peter laughed, though Pepper noticed a bright red blush creep up onto his cheeks.
"You guys do not," he said, mouth gaping and eyes widening at the incredulity, though at the same time he scoffed, corners of his lips twitching up into an amused smile.  "I can't believe you."
"I mean, I'm surprised you haven't noticed yet...?" She trailed off, looking at the blushing boy curiously, before noticing the certain way his eyes crinkled and how his face turned that specific shade of pink. His eyes looked glassy and distant, and underneath that mask of a smile, Pepper could see all of the characteristics that made up Peter - the ones that indicated his truthfulness - and though she throughly believed her best friend was telling the truth, he was just a very gifted liar.
She gasped.
"Awe, look who's getting all bashful!" Pepper remarked, giggling at Peter's pink face as amused snorts left her lips. "You like MJ, I called it!"
"Do not!"
"Uh, yes you do, Spidey."
"I don't, Pepper. I really don't—"
"Be quiet and just admit it," she giggled, pressing her hands to Peter's cheeks and squeezing them. "We all know you like Michelle—"
"Okay, Pep. I like Michelle."
Peter rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air, attempting to make his false statement more believable. But the smile still stayed on his face at Pepper's insistence, and at how happy she looked while urging.
"See? It wasn't that hard," she said calmly, smiling, "I know you, Pete. Not that big of a deal."
Clearly you really don't—
"I know, I know."
A small pressure in his chest seemed present as soon as the words left his mouth.
He offered Pepper a small closed-mouth smile, hoping it didn't look to forced, as the realization of the lie suddenly dawned on him.
He did lie, after all - and now his feelings for the Stark girl might now go completely undisclosed - how could he be so stupid? He really was a smart kid in the science and math department, but social skills and confessions? Definitely needed some work.
"You okay?" Peter suddenly heard, tearing him away from his thoughts. "You looked like you zoned out there for a minute."
He shot up quickly and shook his head, looking at Pepper with wide eyes, knowing that his eyes probably looked vacant or glossy.
"N-no, I'm fine," he said quickly, "I'm just... just thinking."
Pepper's green eyes glittered. "About MJ?"
Peter gaped at her for a moment before sighing and resting his head in his hands, turning his head to face her as he let out a bleary laugh.
"You're never gonna let me live that one down, aren't you Pep."
"Nope," she said, popping the "p." She pat his arm in fair-game as a small smirk twisted her lips. "I know you've liked her for awhile now."
"S-shut up-"
She suddenly furrowed her eyebrows, and at the look that came over her face, it immediately stopped Peter from his pitiful stuttering. It was a look Peter knew all too well by now. Her intense gaze and far away eyes, thinking with all of her brain power as the cogs behind her brain twisted and turned, nearly giving out, smoking and fuming - Peter knew that face. Pepper's (embarrassingly) signature analyzing and thinking face.
Peter unconsciously mirrored the Stark girl's body language by furrowing his eyebrows too, and he opened his mouth to say something before Pepper's sweet and toned and plausibly nutty voice (if that even made sense) tore through his statement with a smooth cut.
"But... but now I'm not so sure."
She still didn't look at him, and her gaze was a confused and glassy gaze. She was still thinking.... though with a small bleary chuckle her eyes were torn from her reverie. They came back to where she was, beside Peter, still leaning against his shoulder. She glanced at him and sighed, raising an unceremonious brow, rubbing her green eyes as she let out another tired chuckle.
"You don't like MJ, don't you, Pete."
Peter's heart stuttered in his chest. He was sure he felt it stop, at least for a second. His mouth fell open in surreal-ness of  it all, smooth brown eyes formed into the very definition of confusion... though he still nodded slowly for the softly gazing girl to go on.
"Well, for one, Pete," she began slowly, sucking in a breath. "You... you never stutter. At least not around me."
Pepper didn't want Peter to see her as sad or upset about their current situation, she just couldn't help the random emotion-vomit that poured like a thrashing river from her pores. She guessed that she didn't want to startle Peter with her oddly accurate guesses of one of the most closely-guarded things in his life.
Peter's mouth gaped open again, in awe and in adoration at the brilliant girl sitting beside him. He considered asking her if she ever wanted to pursue a career in psychology but found it unnecessary.
"Damn..." he trailed off, corner of his mouth twitching into an awe-filled smile. "Your people skills are impeccable, Pep." Peter said it quietly, almost embarrassingly, rubbing his face as a blush crawled up his freckled cheeks. "You notice... everything."
"The family trait," Pepper sighed, planting her elbow onto the top of her thigh and holding her head in her palm. "I thought you would know that by now."
She turned her head to face Peter, and instead of the melancholy facial expression he expected due to the lack of energy in her voice, he was instead met by a beaming girl who looked like she was just given a million dollars.
"So that means... you've actually been productive instead of pining over the same girl for three months!" Pepper squealed, suddenly jumping up onto the bed and wrapping her arms around Peter's waist.
He recoiled a little at the sudden touch, in surprise, but not even a second later, his lips erupted into a large grin. Laughs spilled out of his mouth like a smoothly flowing river that had the perfect amount of wave; like a sink with the perfectly flowing amount of water pressure.
"What's up with you?" He laughed, throwing his hands up in the air and patting Pepper's wild hair down as she hugged him tighter, continuing on her happy mumbling and profusely smiling cheeks. "You're being weird."
Pepper just laughed, pulling away from him though keeping her arms still wrapped around his middle, not even paying attention or realizing how close their faces were. Their noses were barely brushing. She didn't mean to, but she moved closer and accidentally nudged Peter's nose with her own - sending a beeline of goosebumps down her freckled arms at the small touch.
She knew it was minuscule, and she might've even scolded herself in her head for getting a reaction as large as that over something so small... but in that moment, she had the opportunity to look at Peter for a fleeting second. She did not realize how his erratic breaths had slowed down, too, and how his heart was pounding loudly in his chest.
The close proximity did things.
And in that fleeting gaze she managed to grasp, she never knew just how much she loved him (in the most platonic-way possible, so to speak... though she knew something... lingered).
Sweet brown eyes and lopsided smile, messy brown curls and toned biceps, endearing hugs and snorts and quick witty comebacks, defined nose and jawline and all - he was her Peter, her best friend.
Pepper's.
And in that moment, teeth biting lips and nerves flooding through her veins, she felt an uncanny sense of happiness she was sure she would never feel again. It was more powerful than the hardest drug, cancelling out the high of marijuana or acid or even the most dangerous, like ketamine - how she had experienced these aforementioned poisons is a tale she'll never tell - but she was convinced, absolutely and wholeheartedly and no-doubtedly convinced, that this feeling she was administering in her small, strong body was only the beginning of a spark.
One she would happily ignite.
And in that devouring flame she could see herself sharing soft and loving gazes with a pair of brown eyes. Green eyes. A sense of love that could never be altered. Toned muscles tensing with every fleeting touch, eyes crinkling and mouths gaping, hair messy and torn-about with only the most gentle of touches... sleepy presses of lips to hot skin and lustful quivers of swollen lips against creamy necks.
Pepper smiled and swore she could see tears swimming in her vision. The crinkles that met her eyes, only appearing in the happiest of times, managed to squeeze over her waterline with the next laugh she let out.
"W-what?" Peter spluttered from in front of her, mouth gaping open in confusion though his smile still stayed on, extending his arms to hold onto her sides to keep her steady. "What just happened?"
Pepper's lips only quivered, eyes swimming in salty tears, though she refused to let them fall. Her jaw was trembling and she should've felt at least a small twinge of embarrassment; but she didn't. She didn't.
"Nothing happened," she whispered with a breathy chuckle, reaching her trembling hands around Peter's back, pulling him close, leaning forward and putting her forehead on his. "Just had an epiphany, s'all."
"Alright, I'm not going to question... that," he said, only the mere echo of a chuckle, before realizing the seriousness of the situation at hand; and then quietly, words barely meeting his lips due to the close proximity, he knew if he spoke too loud, he would drown out the moment - hell, even the background music was perfect - and he didn't want that. His many slip-ups have resulted in many things going to shit, but he wasn't going to fuck up this one. No way.
"What is this 'epiphany?'" Peter asked softly, closing his eyes and leaning against the small girl in front of him. "If you mind me asking, at least —"
"You."
"What—?"
"You," Pepper responded quietly, simply, willingly; biting her lip so harshly she wasn't surprised when her tongue was met with the taste of blood. She sucked in a shaky breath. "You."
Though Pepper's green eyes were closed and her breathing was short, she could tell that Peter furrowed his eyebrows, because he just had to... in typical fashion.
"What do you mean?"
Pepper's eyes fluttered open, and she was met with the sight of Peter looking like absolute serenity, nervousness, and unease rolled into one gigantic headspace of unsure. She couldn't help the chuckle that left her lips.
She gently placed her fingertips on Peter's eyelids, drawing them open. In the moonlight seeping through the window, the golden-orange glow of the sunset now retired into another dark night, Peter's brown eyes looked even more ethereal. Planets offering beautiful things... shades of silver and dirt. A comforting mud after a rainstorm.
Pepper smiled.
Her soft green eyes, dull and filled with flecks of hazel and brown, a new forest - a near oxymoron compared to Peter's rugged warm ones - met with a burst of colour in each their own names.
Pepper brought up a hand to hold the side of Peter's jaw.
The moment was sleepy. A warm lavender bath filled with splashes of vanilla, notes of redwood. Sinking deeper... deeper... deeper into the milky cleanse, hazy yet sweet, dreary and exhausting yet loved.
"I don't know what I mean," Pepper whispered, gaze softening as Peter sunk his head into the palm of her hand, looking at her as if she was the only thing in the world, eyes focused on her and only her. He grabbed the hand holding his head and placed a small kiss to the pad of her thumb, wordlessly urging her to continue.
"I... Peter," she said quietly, a near whine, feeling her stomach house a million butterflies when he leaned away from her hand, now having his own cup her cheek. "I need... don't..."
"Please, for once, be quiet Pep," Peter whispered, leaning closer, biting his lip, scoping out for her reaction or her institence to say no. Her face was calm with an undertone of nerves, but Peter knew, if she didn't like what he was doing, she wouldn't put a stop to it a while ago; a very abrupt stop.
He moved closer and Pepper could feel his lips ghosting over her own, his breath, how it smelled like mint and chocolate, courtesy of his favourite gum... she wondered guiltily what it would feel like to taste it. He smelled like his shampoo, the one that Pepper would use when he wasn't around at the Compound, because she missed him and the sweet smell of cedar wood and pine and peppermint made her think of him... home.
She sucked in a shaky breath and gripped tightly onto his shirt, a loose-fitting Queen tee that held an ungodly amount of muscle underneath. She looked unsure and Peter could tell, but she still managed to look like his Pepper.
The moon illuminated her and as Peter moved closer, he felt her breath against his lips, her eyelashes; the warmth permeating from her cheeks. Everything.
And with a swift close to the remaining feelings, that were previously left out in the open, unreciprocated, were now filled, and not just by the lust building up between two teenagers, young adults, but by the bodies quivering and shaking and trembling and panting, tongues meeting and tasting in the most primal form of love, declaration.
It was happening and it was accepted.
And as their hearts pounded like racehorses, a day off to the races, pleasured moans and arched backs and fullness, a new feeling settled over them.
The feeling of them singing to their own song, administered by the smoothest and softest of touches, horses whinnying away as they fell into brilliant natural routine.
It was no one else's, but theirs.
Beautifully and blissfully theirs.
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#7 - Halloween Parkner prompt, “What are you supposed to be?” “A mortician, obviously.” “Can you be a sexy mortician?”
Harley tapped his foot impatiently on the wooden flooring of the Stark lake house while he sat, slumped, into the plush couch. He heard a small snicker and looked up as Tony slid onto the couch beside him.
“You look good.” He gestured to the white shirt Harley was wearing with fake blood splattered across it. He had gone a little overboard with the blood but hey it was Halloween and he quite liked the outcome of his bloody hair and pale face.
“I see you didn’t want to join in on the festivities.” Harley chuckled while mirroring Tony’s gesture only to the billionaires suit which was in no way Halloween themed.
“I didn’t think I could pull off a zombie like you do.” Tony laughed again and Harley rolled his eyes while giving him a small shove to the shoulder.
“If you keep that judgement up we might just rethink taking Mo with us and you will be forced to put an outfit on.” Harley threatened with a grin making Tony groan and close his mouth.
Soon a small thump could be heard and Morgan came bounding down the stairs with Pepper in tow. She had a cute pink dress with a princess tiara and a huge smile on her face, “Har- Lee!” She yelled his name in two syllables, no one knew why but she just had always pronounced it like that, and leaped into his arms.
“Wow you look so beautiful Morguna.” Harley caught her as he jumped up from the couch and swung her around in his arms. Morgan giggled and slipped out of his grip to scrunch her face up at his shirt.
“Did you get hurt?” She asked innocently and pointed to the blood covering Harley’s was white shirt and previously blonde hair.
“No sweet, it’s for my costume.” Harley shook his head and she frowned making everyone in the room giggle.
“Why do you need blood for a costume? You could have come as a princess like me!” She suggested, getting more and more excited at the thought of dressing Harley up in a princess outfit.
“I could’ve couldn’t I?” Harley laughed and Tony cackled behind him at his daughter, now giving puppy eyes to Harley to change to a princess and he knew she definitely took after her father in the persuasive aspect but the puppy eyes? That was all Peter.
“What’s all the racket down here?” Peter asked as he skipped down the stairs, taking two at a time and grinning from ear to ear. Harley glanced up from Morgan who had ran into the kitchen after Pepper for her trick or treat bag.
Harley laughed at the long black draped coat over Peter’s shoulders and buttoned black shirt underneath while trying to work out what the hell he was. Peter padded over to is boyfriend with a smile, “you look like you’ve gotten into a car accident.”
“Who knows, maybe I did.” Harley grinned back and looked down at the slightly shorter brunette, “What are you supposed to be?”
Peter frowned and a pout grew on his lips, “a mortician, obviously.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world and Harley laughed while leaning in closer.
“Can you be a sexy mortician?” His lips were now inches from Peter’s and he could feel the shorter boy’s breath on his cheek.
“I thought that was a given.” Peter whispered back and leaned forwards to connect their lips. Harley smiled into the kiss and ran his hand through Peter’s hair while Peter did the same and covered his hands in the fake blood still wet in the blondes hair.
“Um would you keep it PG? There’s children around.” Tony ruined the moment, again, and strolled into the room with his hands on his hips and Morgan giggling at his side. Peter and Harley separated instantly, putting a good foot in between them and staring at the distruption.
“Har- Lee and Petey have been fondueing.” Tony couldn’t hold in the laughter at his daughters comment and his hands flew to his mouth. Peter blushed a deep red, challenging the colour in Harley’s hair and Harley sighed loudly,
“Couldn’t you have waited a minute, we were having a moment.”
“Nope, now you kids better get going or there will be no candy left.” Tony waved his hand and Peter tilted his head to the side in annoyance and trudged over to the door to pull his shoes on.
Harley raised his eyebrows at Tony who pulled him aside and gave him a stern look, “you’d better watch her carefully, no getting distracted by a certain brown haired boy and please keep it PG for her. I don’t need her seeing too much fondue.”
Harley cringed at Tony’s attempt at a Dad chat and nodded with a thumbs up, “you can trust us, we’ll protect her with our lives.”
Harley spun on his heel and followed the other two out of the lake house while Tony muttered, “well I hope that’s not necessary but thanks.”
Peter was in the passenger seat with Harley driving and Morgan in her car seat in the back. Morgan was happily playing with some dolls so Peter leaned towards Harley and lowered his voice to a hushed whisper, “what did Tony want?”
“Nothing much, just telling us to take care of Mo,” Harley shrugged and glanced at Peter who rolled his eyes then leaned over to give a peck on Harley’s cheek.
“Well I thought that was also a given.” Peter grinned and Harley let his lips curved upright while he kept his eyes on the road ahead of them, ready to scare the shit out of anyone whom they wanted candy from. It was going to be a fun night.
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Peter: I’m here to tell you I can get you off
Tony: what?
Peter: I can legally-shit
Harley: car accidents, tax invasion
Pepper:
Peter: *slightly more excited* minor genocide
Tony:
Harley and peter: ITS ALL THE SAME TO ME
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The blame for this cosplay becoming a reality falls almost entirely on @genuisbillionaire - because they are my Tony, and the reason I started roleplaying as Pep. Now look at me 🙈 That last one is just- Ah 😍 Marvel QUEENS! #PepperPotts #PepperStark #Cosplay #Marvel #Avengers #Pepperony #IronMan #Cosplayer #sparrowatheartcosplay #sparrowatheartmarvel #WomenofMarvel #Videos #Tiktok https://www.instagram.com/p/BxifVqvnutx/?igshid=92nshtyyphw4
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Keeping Watch - Fluffuary Day 7
Prompt: D/s sleeping arrangements
Word Count: 638
Summary: Having Peter sleep wearing nothing but cuffs and collar? That had been their idea.
The rest? All Peter.
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It wasn’t something either of them suggested.
Now, the whole ‘always sleeping naked aside from cuffs and collar’— that had been theirs. Tony liked having that extended period of time with Peter wearing those, and Pepper was a fan of the easy access. 
To be honest, none of them had really intended for this to slide in the direction it did, for Peter to ever end up wearing a collar or kneeling for them or bat his eyes so nicely when he asks if there’s something he can do to help. But despite all Peter’s stubbornness, he likes to behave. He’d been so good about following orders from the very beginning.
He only misbehaves when he feels ignored, and Tony can understand that. With both him and Pepper, it’s not a difficult problem to solve. 
But they’d never planned on these sorts of sleeping arrangements. Peter’s more than welcome to sleep next to them, even between them, encouraged even. He does, sometimes, but more often he’s taken to sleeping curled up at the foot of the bed, leashed to the footboard. 
It had been Peter’s idea.
He’d asked, so shyly and nicely, if they could try this thing he’d seen. This thing he liked the sound of, and it’s not like either of them are going to tell him no. 
Okay, Tony does say no when Peter tries sleeping on the floor instead. Peter’s fine with it, but Tony— he can’t fall asleep, can’t stay asleep, knowing Peter’s there. It itches in his head, something that puts him on edge and he just— he doesn’t like it. 
But at their feet— well. That works. Peter likes it in a way he can’t seem to find the words for, but it’s easy to see it makes him happy, and they’re more than glad to indulge that. It’s… kind of cute, the way he looks all curled up on the pad they’d added for him down there. So are the little noises he makes whenever one of them—it’s generally Pepper, really—stretches out and ends up bopping him with their feet. 
And it’s sweet, it’s stupidly sweet, to wake up and glance down and see Peter lounging there, watching them, a soft little smile on his face. He’s such a good kid.
Mostly. 
Because there are times— there are times Peter wakes first and isn’t content to just watch them. Times when Peter decides they need to be awake too, and Tony will wake up to the sounds of Pepper moaning, will pick up the soft, wet sounds of Peter eating her out a few seconds later. Will get to watch as Pepper’s hands tighten in Peter’s hair, as she holds him there and snaps out Peter’s name when he goes slower, teasing. Get to watch as she comes, arching off the bed and gasping and gorgeous beyond words, and sometimes he gets to taste her in Peter’s mouth while he’s kissing Tony stupid after. 
Other times, he’ll wake up already hard and rocking up into Peter’s mouth, warm and wet and so fucking good it still feels like he’s dreaming. Will get Pepper watching him, them, leaning in and kissing Tony until he’s groaning against her lips, shuddering when she yanks his hair just as his cock sinks into Peter’s throat. Will even, if he’s lucky, get to watch Pepper take advantage of Peter’s obvious enjoyment of making Tony come, pulling Peter up and telling him to fuck her while Tony watches, Peter still, even now after everything, blushing when he glances over at Tony. 
Of course, it means they’re much less likely to get out of bed any time soon after that, not once Peter’s collapsed between them, lazily passed back and forth for kisses.
It may not be well behaved, but fuck if it’s not good.
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New profile pic just cause to pay my respects even though I’m 2 months late😂 • • • #ironman #infinitygauntlet #infinitystones #nanogauntlet #riptonystark #ripironman #thankyourobertdowneyjr #ironmanendgame #iloveyou3000 #pepperpotts #pepperstark #morganstark #peterparker #harleykeener #nebula #peterstark #harleystark #nebulastark #ironman2 #ironman3 https://www.instagram.com/p/ByOfx7ElyGH/?igshid=wjd3dpwh1d6h
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i would like to purpose starkper - pepper/tony/peter - where peter may be tonys good boy, but Tony is -PEPPERS- good boy and Pepper rules everything with an iron fist and Louboutins
there is no good ship name for this ship. Everything’s fuckin on the nose here, and I do think Peter’s also Pepper’s good boy too, but ummmm can we talk about Tony being Pepper’s good boy??? with Peter watching, allowed to lap at daddy’s cock if Pepper says he can????????
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