Do you have any one shot or long fic rec of Superior Irondad
Here’s a couple
home by Hailfire_73
“You were pretty certain he’d be here by now.”
The truth was, he’d like to know. He needed to know. What was keeping Mr. Stark from coming and getting him? Maybe, he thought, he didn’t think Peter was worth being saved. Maybe he just didn’t care.
“Clearly,” he said, as he moved a piece across the board. “You were wrong about your Tony Stark. That’s check, by the way.”
Peter studied the board but shifted his eyes back to him. “I give up.”
“Smart boy,” he told him. “A good man knows he’s beat.”
OR
Peter has been kidnapped and is forced to survive in a universe different, a universe ruled by Superior Iron Man, but surviving may mean there's nothing left of him once rescue finally does come.
The Superior's Successor by Work_N_Progress
Peter's dear mentor, Tony Stark, changes in unexpected ways after injecting himself with a recreated version of Extremsis.
Or: An Overprotective Tony Stark Forcibly Adopts One Peter Parker After Becoming Superior. Dark Irondad Ensues.
Seeing your small, naked frame sprawled out on his bed was a sight for sore eyes. You looked so fragile, almost like one wrong move would break you. That drove him completely wild. He used every ounce of his willpower to be gentle with you last night, but he doesn’t think he’ll be able to restrain himself today.
You feel his fingers dancing along your side, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. He slowly woke you up, pressing opened mouth kisses on your shoulder, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple.
“Tony.” You breathe out, feeling your clit starting to throb with need.
He rolls over and spreads your legs to settle in between them. His heavy cock rested on your stomach, tip an angry shade of red with beads of precum leaking onto your skin. Leaning down, he leads you into a passionate kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you moan.
He pushes your legs to your chest with his thighs, leaving you bare to him. Caging you in with his big arms, essentially trapping you. Your cunt glistens with your arousal. He groans, seeing how wet you are.
“You want daddy's cock?” He says, voice laced with lust. You instantly shake your head, biting your bottom lips when he rubs his bulbous head in between your puffy folds. He tsks, shaking his head in disappointment.
“What did I tell you last night? Use your big girl words, or have you already gone dumb?” His words go straight to your core, making you clench around nothing.
“M’sorry daddy. I want you inside me, please.” You whine, shaking your hips to see if he finally sinks inside you.
He gives you a quick ‘good girl’ before lining up with your entrance and slowly pushing into you. Tony circles his hips when he bottoms out, your nails digging into his biceps at the intensity. Pulling out, he leaves just the tip in before pushing back in, making you gasp and clench around him. He closes his eyes and tries desperately to recompose himself, but he loses it when he opens his eyes.
Your eyes are glazed over, senses completely taken over by Tony. His aroma wraps around you, mind going blank. You notice his eyes darkening, a feral look that sends a chill up your spine. The speed of his movements increases, blurring the lines of pleasure and pain.
“T-tony. Slow down.” You rush out, feeling like he’s about to split you in half.
He grabs your face, squishing your cheeks together as he speaks. “You take what I give you. Understood?” You try your best to respond, but between his grip on you and his thrusts, it comes out more like an incoherent mumble.
You feel him squeeze your cheeks, parting your lips and spitting into your mouth. You moan at the obscene action, your walls fluttering as you swallow.
“Dirty girl, I can feel your greedy cunt clenching around my cock. Gonna cum?” He says in a mocking tone.
“Yes! Yes, please. I’m so close.” Tears fill your eyes at the intensity, jaw going slack when Tony presses two fingers on your swollen clit. The extra stimulation makes your orgasm rip through you, toes curling as your legs shake. Your cunt tightens around Tony’s cock, almost making it impossible for him to thrust into you.
He throws his head back with a low roar at the feeling. The bit of restraint he had is now lost when he sees tears running down your cheeks. He places his hands on your waist and leans back until you're straddling him, your hands dropping to his chest to stabilize yourself.
“Grind that pretty pussy on me, baby.” You do as he says, moving your hips back and forth, feeling the sparse hairs on his pelvis rub against your sensitive clit. “Just like that, good fucking girl.”
Your legs shake as you move, still riding out your previous orgasm. Tony’s hand creeps up your front, pinching your hardened nipple before wrapping it around your throat. He watches as your eyes roll back, squeezing just enough to give you a head buzz.
You wrap your hands around his wrist, lips parting at the feeling. Tony takes the opportunity to push two fingers past your parted lips. Your eyes widen, but you enclose your lips around his thick digits, moaning as you suck on them.
“Look at you, sucking daddy’s finger while you ride me. Such a dirty whore.”
He pushes his fingers further into your mouth, causing you to gag around them. His fingers glisten with your spit when he pulls them out, bringing them down to rub your clit. You jerk away at the sensation, still feeling sensitive from your previous orgasm.
“Don’t run away from me, princess.” He growls, placing his free hand on your hip to keep you grinding on his cock.
“Too s-senstive.” You whine, quickly feeling your release build deep inside you.
He completely ignores you, only focusing on the way your cunt tightens around him. You throw your head back with a scream as you gush around him, your release hitting you without a warning. Your body goes numb, you feel hot and cold all at once but you keep your hips moving because it just feels too good. Tony looks down at his chest that’s now covered with your juices. Collecting some on his fingers, he shoves them into your mouth. You moan as you taste yourself.
Without a warning, he pushes you against the mattress and flips you over, putting your ass in the air while your face is pressed against the mattress. He’s quick to slam back into you, fucking you deeper and harder than before. You can feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. It’s unlike anything you’ve felt before. The bed creaks with the force of his movements. You gasp as you desperately try to fill your lungs with air.
“Does it hurt, princess?” He says in a patronizing tone. You quickly nod your head. “Well, too bad, you’re gonna take it until Daddy's finished.”
You whine at his words, hot tears soaking the sheets as you press your face into the mattress. Your limbs give out on you as orgasm after orgasm wash over you, thighs covered in your slick, a thin layer of sweat makes your skin glow under the sunlight.
Tony’s thrusts start to become sloppy, his groans and moans fill the room, letting you know he’s about to cum. You use whatever strength you have left to turn your head to look at him.
“Please cum in me. Fill me up daddy.” That’s all it takes for Tony’s orgasm to take over. He pushes you into the mattress, a bruising grip on your hips as his hot seed coats your velvet walls.
He collapse on top of you, his weight pressed against you feels so comforting, causing you to pass out before he has a chance to pull out. You wake up when he picks you up, walking towards the bathroom to clean you up.
I found your blog by chance and was hoping maybe y’all could help me find a fic I’ve been unsuccessfully searching for, I struggle with memory issues so I only remember a few things about the story:
1. It was FrostIron
2. It consisted of Dark Tony
3. I think Tony and Loki were committing raids/massacres on SHIELD facilities (Tony was specifically keeping his identity a secret during these altercations)
4. At some point, it becomes apparent that the glow stick of destiny left a sort of back door in Clint’s mind and they use it to mind whammy/manipulate him
5. I’m also relatively sure that Thor was beginning to suspect or even discovered that Tony was working with Loki to take down SHIELD
Im afraid I don’t remember much else, but any help searching would be appreciated! ✨
Could it be this fic?
Don't Look Down (ao3) - NamelesslyNightlock
loki/tony
M, 256k
Summary: When forced to decide between the lives of Tony Stark and Iron Man, Steve Rogers chose wrong.
Tony is left to deal with the consequences, but it’s not like he’s helpless, and he certainly isn’t alone.
bad intentions says it’s completed, but it also says part one. i’m a little confused. i’m sure you’re annoyed with people asking about that dark!tony, but i was wondering if are you having some writers block with that story
Hey, thank you. No, I'm never annoyed when anyone asks about a fic. I'm grateful. Trust me. 🙏I do have it in mind to continue this at some point. I'm going through writer's block on everything at the moment.
But, the next thing I post will also be a dark!Tony story for a challenge. More on that one soon. I hope! Thank you so much. 🙏💕
Later in the series: noncon, breeding kink, slight degradation kink, slight praise kink, mentioned dark!Tony, dark!Bucky
Please do not interact with this blog if you are under 18. Your media consumption is your responsibility.
Summary: Y/N wanted the benefits and nothing more. That was the agreement… right? Steve decides it’s not enough.
Word Count: 1600
A/N: This is my first ever fic! I’m really hoping you’ll enjoy this but I also appreciate all feedback <3 I’m planning a second instalment for the fic, which will be longer than this one. I’m out here pretending like someone is going to read this.
Nomad!Steve is the most attractive Steve and you can talk to a wall if you disagree.
(This GIF does not belong to me)
It was convenient. The idea of no strings attached was that it was always supposed to be easy and mutually beneficial. You were enjoying the life of an Avenger and there’s no need to add anything to the mix.
That’s how you found yourself under Steve’s mercy every week. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel anything for him but right now, all you could think about was making sure you didn’t tap out from his girth.
You were bent over his king-size bed, stuffed full of his cock. He cooed praises into your ears and took on a languid pace. He pressed your head down with one arm, wiping your tears on the sheets, wrapping the other around your waist. His cock was moving in and out of you like a piston, making a squelching noise that your loud moaning drowned out.
“Sweetheart, I’m going to speed up” he moaned, and you whimpered in response. His speed had you lurching forward on every thrust, the room reverberating with the sound of skin slapping.
His cock repeatedly battered your cervix, which was becoming more sensitive by the second. You cried out as your eyes crossed and your muscles went limp, the crashing waves of your orgasm possessing you.
“That’s it, baby, cream my cock. I’m so close.” his grunts filled your ears as he leaned over you. The hand that was holding your head made its way to your neck and he pulled you up flush against him while the other hand began toying with your engorged clit. You were full-on crying from the overstimulation now; he hadn’t slowed down since you came. You were on your tippy-toes, trying to alleviate the pressure on your abused cunt.
After a few more thrusts, he pushed in one last time and squeezed your body before giving you some experimental thrusts. He pulled out and held your almost-passed-out frame by the hips and lifted you onto the bed.
“Jesus Y/N was I too rough?” You weakly shook your head as you closed your eyes and held his hand. He tucked you into his sheets, tossed the condom across the room and rounded the bed, settling beside you.
“Y/N?”
“Yeah?” you mumbled.
He paused as if he were pondering what he was going to say. In reality, he began taking in your naked, tired form that looked unreal yet ethereal on his bed. With your back to Steve, you had no idea he was feasting on the sight in front of him.
“What is it?” the slight raspiness of your voice alluded to your exhaustion.
“I don’t want to be friends with benefits anymore.”
You turned around to face him and propped yourself up on your elbow. The surprise of his statement was overriding your body’s pleas to sleep.
“Did I… do something?” You were honestly unsure of what to say.
He paused again. “It’s not enough for me. I know we came into this saying no strings attached but I care way too much for you.”
You weren’t sure what you were expecting but it certainly wasn’t that. Steve took your silence as a cue to continue.
“I think I love you. No, I-I know I love you. I want the whole thing with you, not just sex. I’m tired of pretending I’m okay with just sex. You know, I had feelings for you before you agreed to this. I had a feeling you might not say yes to a serious relationship so I proposed this arrangement.”
His speech initially started with uncertainty but as he spoke, he became sure of himself. He was sure you would agree. You two were perfect together and there was no denying it in Steve’s mind.
You got out of bed and began rummaging through the clothes strewn on the ground.
“I cannot believe you asked me to do this with your feelings involved. That was very manipulative and…” you trailed off. Did you want this? No. He messed with you. You affirmed it to yourself and picked up the rest of your clothes. “You were manipulative and this isn’t going to happen anymore. I told you I didn’t want a relationship to cloud my judgement with my missions.”
“Where are you going?” he began getting out bed, panic slightly evident in his voice.
You weren’t going to cry. But you were slightly hurt that he had a hidden agenda and that you were too stupid to not notice it. You turned to leave before he gripped your forearm.
“I know you’re angry, but you want this too.” He towered over you. The unexpected calm in his voice was unsettling.
“You’re scaring me, please let go.” He let you break out of his hold.
“FRIDAY, lock my doors and don’t open unless I say so,” he commanded.
He was beginning to chip at your resolve but you were determined to not show it. You glared at him again instead.
“FRIDAY, contact Tony and tell him Cap locked me in his room.”
He stared at you and stared back. Under the façade of toughness, you were crumbling and scared out of your mind. You didn’t want to stay and find out why he locked the door. What could he do when the entire team would question your whereabouts the next day?
The seconds stretched on before he finally spoke again. “You’re making a mistake. You want this.”
“Tony has overridden your request, Steve. Y/N, the door is now unlocked.” FRIDAY called out.
You turned and speed-walked out of the room, not turning back to look at Steve who was now lowly chuckling to himself.
He wondered if you really thought this was the end of this conversation.
You turned to your missions to help you cope with the loss of one of your best friendships. You give men a little bit of space in your life and they think you owe them the world. Worst of all, you should’ve seen this coming. Little touches, smiles that always reached his eyes and hugs that lasted a little longer they should. Not mentioning walking you to your room after training, making your breakfast and taking special care of you after a particularly difficult mission. You were truly a fool for not realizing it sooner.
Everyone is scared of something, even the Avengers. For you, it was this new side of Steve. You weren’t even sure how to act around him anymore. The relationship was on the low and not many people knew about it; Bucky knew for sure, and now, Tony must have an idea as well. Tony didn’t ask you why Cap locked you in your room. That should have been the first red flag that your teammates weren’t on your side.
You proceeded as if things were normal around Steve and he did too. There was no reason not to, right? He just acted out because of the rejection, you thought to yourself.
All the Avengers sitting down for dinner was a rare occurrence, but this particular Friday, there was a crowd in the dining room of the compound.
You were happy today. Your paperwork had been a breeze and you had a good weekend planned for yourself. Around the table, Tony, Rhodey, Thor were bickering, Clint and Nat were silently observing while Steve and Bucky were engrossed in a private conversation of their own.
“After dinner, we should play a game” Sam piped up through a mouthful. Clint snickered to himself and Sam continued.
“I’m serious, we should play truth or dare… something like that. I barely know anything about you guys, minus things like your favourite way to take a target out.”
“I think it should stay that way” Nat slightly grinned and continued eating.
“Honestly, I agree, I feel like I know nothing about you guys,” you commented, wiping your mouth and clearing your empty plate. Tony grabbed it for you and made his way to the sink. “I wasn’t aware that we were in high school. But tell you what; hide and seek would be interesting with this crowd.” Tony contemplated before finishing his thought: “Barnes and Romanoff should try to find us. That would be a kicker.”
“That sounds a lot better than truth or dare. I’m game” Nat said before getting and stretching. Bucky quietly chuckled and everyone began to clean up the table.
“So this is really happening?” Rhodey laughed as everyone made their way to the living room.
Bucky and Nat stood in front of everyone and negotiated rules. You smiled to yourself, thinking about how blessed you were to be a part of something so amazing.
“Okay then, 5 minutes to hide and 30 minutes to be found. If you’re found you have to do their paperwork for a week.” Clint finalized and everyone nodded.
“Alright, off you go,” Nat said before settling into a couch, observing everyone that scrambled off.
Thor looked lost, unsure where to go. He rarely stayed at the compound. You pointed him in the direction of the gym before racing past and making your way to your spot. There was a supply closet that you had a feeling Nat wouldn’t bother checking. Bucky knew of it, but you had a back-up escape route in mind if he decided to look there. You got to the closet and silently slipped in before sliding the door closed and settling into the corner. After a few minutes, you heard light footsteps that became louder. It hadn’t been 5 minutes yet. Whoever was coming to your spot, you were prepared to tell them to buzz off before the closet door opened to reveal Steve.
I’m tired of reading about Tony getting his way with a minor; I want to read about Tony getting arrested for being caught with Peter. I want to read some anguish. Peter’s either manipulated into liking their illegal relationship or against it and he’s forced against his will bc May’s life is being threatened by Tony or something. Idk. I just want to read about Tony being caught and getting jail time, with Peter getting therapy.
oooh this could be so canonical tbh. instead of just going to Germany to be on team ironman, the relationship runs deeper. a lot deeper. and Peter is so starry eyed about it being one his idols that he goes with it
