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Usually, you and Tony have free time in your days to have a little Adult Fun when Morgan’s at school and you’re both ditching tasks at work to fool around.
But lately, there’s been absolutely no time for that. And it’s been killing you.
Morgan’s needing more help with her AP Chem class and other things that are all Tony related nowadays, so Tony helps her mess around with compounds and other things that weren’t in your realm of capabilities.
And, of course, you’re helping Pepper keep Stark Industries afloat while Tony is being super dad. It’s not too painful of a job when everyone is cooperating, and it’s never as stressful as it used to be, thank god.
“Bye, Mo!” you call out of the front door, “be careful! And be sure to give Riri my note! I love you!”
You’re grinning as your daughter shouts back intelligibly as she makes her morning trek to the bus stop to be picked up for school.
“She off?” Tony questions from the kitchen, the fridge opening and closing just as you close the front door to your home.
“Yeah, had to remind her about the note for Ri. She forgot it last week.”
“That’s why she hasn’t called Pep?” Tony asks as if he wasn’t fully aware of the situation.
“Tony, Morgan’s your child, you knew this would happen,” you reply, snorting as you enter the kitchen, leaning on the entryway trimming. “You forgot Peter once at—”
“Shush! I don’t need you hurting my feelings this way!” Tony exclaims from his position at the coffee maker, finishing off his coffee with the new fall themed-creamer Morgan’s got him hooked on. “That’s rude of you.”
“Uh-huh. Sure.” You’re laughing wholeheartedly at your ridiculous husband as you make a quiet decision.
“It is! I thought you loved—”
“You wanna shower?”
Your question has a lot of....weight. More so than usual, and you know Tony sees it in your posture.
“Shower?”
“Yeah,” you nod, standing straight. “Shower. Together. Save some water..”
Tony fucks around too much, even when sex is on the line lately, and you wanna beat him upside the head for it.
“Well, we don’t really need to worry about water, baby—”
“Stark, I’m going in the shower. I expect to see you in it with me,” you finally huff, annoyance lacing your tone, though your face is fond and trying not to laugh. “Don’t complain if the water is boiling hot.”
And in just under 10 minutes, Tony did in fact complain that the water was hot.
“How do you still have skin—”
“Shut the fuck up and kiss me, Tony,” you hiss, wet arms sliding against him to wrap around your husband’s neck.
He’s laughing into the kiss, hands greedily grabbing each half of your ass as the water runs over your bodies.
“We have time, sugar,” he’s uttering against your lips, hands kneading the flesh in his palms as your lips leave his to kiss where he loves on his neck.
“Mm,” you huff. “We may have time, but I’ve been aching for your cock since this morning at 6. And we know I don’t like being quiet.”
Tony groans at the bite you give on his neck, head falling back in pleasure, “that is true.”
The two of you are silent as you’re back up to kissing the breath out of Tony, rubbing his cock against any part of your body you can get against him. It’s the two of you being this needy that brings you back to when you and Tony had started dating, just aching to fuck at any moment between meetings.
“Put your leg up, sweetheart,” Tony rasps suddenly, pulling you from your reverie, “gonna get my cock in that pussy of yours.”
“Fuck, yes,” you reply, carefully lifting your leg up before Tony’s got a hand on your calf, positioning it with ease before you’re pressing your body into his, the head of his cock brushing against your folds. You moan, your head falling forward to land on his chest.
Having Tony’s cock fill you up is the best feeling you’ve had in the past however many days it’s been. Sure, there wasn’t enough foreplay, but you didn’t really need much of it from how you get yourself off this morning before waking up.
Nothing could replace this.
“You really did a number on yourself this morning, huh?” Tony huffs quietly, plunging his cock deep until he’s filled you to the hilt.
“Y-Yeah, fuck, had to do something,” you reply. “You know I get cock crazy sometimes.”
Tony doesn’t hold back the moan at your words and bucks his hips into you, gripping you tighter. “Thank christ for that, ‘M gonna try and be careful and avoid last time—”
“Just fuck me and forget about it,” you whine, purposefully clenching around his cock. “I want your cock, Tones, please.”
“And you’ll get it,” he breathes, carefully maneuvering the two of you to where your back is pressed against the tile wall of your shower. “Needy little girl, be patient.”
Omg parker sister and tony having another baby, soo cute! And peter passing out 😂😂😂
i told myself not to do it but my cat just woke me up and i can’t stop thinking of it
Peter Parker loved you dearly. Almost as much as Aunt May. Right now though, as you sit across from him in May’s apartment, he considers you downgraded almost immediately after the news.
“Again?! You’re telling me, that you decided to....to...do it with Him again?”
“Peter,” you started as you crossed a leg over the other. “He’s my husband. Of course I wanted to—“
Peter sighed dramatically and rubbed his hands over his face. You couldn’t hide your laughter before moving to grab your baby brothers hands.
“If we have a boy, we plan to name him Ben. Another girl? Then we’ll think on it.”
Peter didn’t make eye contact as he soaked the information in. Ben’s an extremely good name. A solid name.
“If it’s a girl you could name her Leia—“
“No, Pete.”
“Worth a shot.” Peter huffed and looked up finally at you.
You were practically glowing. He remembers some of your pregnancy with Morgan and how happy you were then. Maybe this was a good thing.
“How did Morgan take it?”
“What? The news?” You questioned, letting go of his hands. “She took it like a champ. She’s already got drawings backlogged for this. She’s so excited.”
this is a little slice of life drabble between tony and parker!reader, really. except it’s not a drabble, it’s kinda a oneshot on it’s own. i’m not sorry.
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“Oh, don’t mind me,” you said lazily as you stayed under the sheets of your bed, watching Tony walk over to your shared closet stark naked. “Just enjoying the view.”
You’re shocked the two of you even pulled last night off. You assume Peter must have worn Morgan out at their sleepover enough to where she could properly sleep all night.
That, you were thankful for. Tony and you could continue your little “sex-capade” as he called it. You had to be quieter than you had been when your daughter left for your brother’s yes, but you had just as much fun as the other nights.
“Are you sure it’s my day to take her to school?” Tony questioned with a soft whine, looking for a shirt. Your eyes didn’t hesitate to trail from his sculpted back muscles to his ass in that moment.
“Positive, Tones.”
“Please refrain from using that when I know you’re naked under that sheet,” Tony heaved dramatically, finally settling on the plain black tank top. You’re more than sure he’s going to throw a flannel over it.
You made a clicking sound with your tongue as you sat up, not at all bothering to catch the sheet as it revealed more of your chest to the morning light.
“Would you rather metal head then?”
Tony was quick to pull the tank on as he laughed, moving to the dresser along the wall to grab a pair of briefs. Finally, you thought. You’d love to stare at his ass all day, but let’s be real: he needs to get a move on and wake up Morgan so she could eat a proper breakfast.
“I was thinking more of what you were calling me last night,” Tony finally elaborated, stepping into the first pair of undergarments he grabbed before strutting over to you and leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Babygirl.”
Tony noticed your reaction as you glared at him, sitting up a bit straighter as you shuddered, the cool morning air hitting your breasts.
“Hey,” you huffed suddenly as he started to move away, grabbing him by the fabric of his top. “I love you.”
Tony had a smug smirk on his face now, turning back around to look at you, completely ignoring your exposed chest. “I know.”
You held back the groan you wanted to let loose, tightening your grip on his tank considerably to tug him back towards you as you started to scoot to the edge of the bed. Tony let you tug him back to you happily.
“You’re a piece of work,” you replied. Tony snickered for a moment as he pressed your foreheads together.
“I know.”
You sighed, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips before shoving him away from your bed, tugging the sheet back over your body before you got any colder.
“Go put some pants on and make breakfast, Stark.”
Tony playfully saluted you with a chuckle before grabbing a pair of sweats he already had laying around and stepping into them before making his way out into your house to start your daughter’s morning.
After Morgan kissed you goodbye when you came downstairs to get some coffee and start your day after getting dressed, you finally decided to get some of your work done. You knew you had emails you had to get to before the end of the week or Pepper would have your ass.
Thankfully, Tony didn’t try to pull anything once he was back from dropping Morgan off at school when he saw you working on your laptop in the den. It was a Monday, which meant that he’d most likely be working in the garage on who knows what. He never really told you what he was working on as of late, which you assumed it was just because the things he’s been building were just for fun.
Which is why it was weird when you were getting a snack he just came back in from working in his makeshift workshop to pass through the kitchen to get to where he had his holographic workbench-thingy, as you called it.
He seemed irritated as he walked past you, rolling his flannel sleeves up before you heard the chair he kept close by it move before FRIDAY’s voice filled the silence to greet him.
You abandoned the small pack of fruit snacks you were going to snack on in favor of seeing what got Tony so worked up. It was more than likely a snag in what he was working on, but you were still worried nonetheless.
“Babe?” You questioned softly as you leaned against the archway that led to the workbench that seemed to be running diagnostics. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” Tony replied roughly.
So he was more than irritated.
You nodded to yourself before carefully stepping down the two steps that descended into the small office like space, your hands easily finding Tony’s tense shoulders. You could feel some of the tension leave Tony immediately when you touched him.
It wasn’t hard to ignore FRIDAY talking to Tony as you started to rub at the muscles in Tony’s shoulder. It actually reminded you of when the two of you were dating, and the Stark Industries builded doubled as the Avengers compound.
Except this time you weren’t sneaking around on the clock to fool around with your boss.
“You’re so tense, baby,” you mused softly, leaning down to speak next to Tony’s ear. He seemed to relax even more as he continued talking FRIDAY through what he wanted to get reran, his head leaning back slightly as you decided to press a kiss to the side of his neck.
Tony hadn’t bothered replying, you noticed. You couldn’t decipher what mood Tony was in at this point, and needless to say, you were a bit worried.
But you also were getting shamefully aroused by how stern he was being right now.
You continued pressing kisses to the exposed skin of Tony’s neck all while rubbing out the tension in his shoulders. You could have swore you heard his breath hitching at some points where you nipped at the skin you teased just last night.
“Come here,” Tony demanded suddenly. You were quick to pull away from his neck to stand up straight, your hands dragging gently against his shoulders as you moved to stand on his right side of the chair. Tony pushed the chair out a bit before his hands patted his thighs. “You can sit on my lap ‘til i’m done working.”
Well. You weren’t going to turn him down. Especially when you saw that you weren’t the only one between the two of you aroused right now.
It was a tight fit, since the chair was obviously small enough only for one person, but you both managed. You sat facing Tony in his lap, your legs thrown up on each arm rest so you wouldn’t fall back and onto the floor. The one problem of this position was that you could feel his growing hard on pressed right where he was last night.
You let out a soft gasp when Tony shifted his hips slightly as if he was trying to get comfortable, but you felt nothing but sweet friction on your clit as he moved. You caught a glimpse of Tony’s face and could tell he was smirking.
“Comfortable?” He questioned, a hand placed on your lower back holding you to him. All you could do was nod quickly before he was back to work.
You hoped he was done working soon so you could have another round before he had to go and pick up Morgan.
Hi! Could you write 16 & 25 for tony stark and parker reader? Thank you!
heyo! doing a little drabble for these two in their early stages when peter doesn’t know they’re an item! just a bit of parker!reader being stressed. it’s me. i’m her. i’ve projected slightly.
SEND IN PROMPTS FROM THIS LIST IF YOU’D LIKE! WE’RE ALSO HAVING A SLEEPOVER TO CELEBRATE MY 900 FOLLOWER MILESTONE!
You sighed, running your hands through your hair.
3 am was always your breaking point when it came to work, and you hated being like Tony in this moment. But the emails and paperwork had to be done by noon, and you had no choice but to do it.
It was your job as Tony’s assistant to get it done.
“Why are you even awake right now, baby?” Tony questioned softly as he walked into the living room of his suite in the penthouse.
“Work we’ve pushed off from fucking on your desk,” you quipped casually as you typed away at your laptop’s keyboard. “I gotta have this in before 12 this afternoon—”
“Babe,” Tony started easily, moving to sit next to you on the couch, “we can get Pepper on it, it’s okay—”
“Tony,” you said suddenly, turning to look at him with a stern face. “I’m your assistant. I should have this done. It’s not Pepper’s job, it’s mine—”
Tony was quick to cup your face in his hands as you nervously babbled about all the work you’ve neglected over the week.
“Hey, hey, hey. Look at me,” he demanded gently, his thumbs sweeping over your cheekbones. “Look at me, sweets.”
You stopped talking and let out a stuttering sigh. Your eyes were stinging with tears from the stress of everything getting to you. Your eyes immediately found Tony’s and you calmed down slightly.
“You’re okay. It’ll be okay. Let’s get some rest and we’ll worry about it in a few hours, okay?”
“But—”
“No buts,” Tony started sternly. “Bed. Now. Sleep for at least five hours and we’ll tackle this together, okay?”
You took a deep breath before sighing and giving a small nod. “Okay.”
I would love 21 & 38 with tony stark x parker reader
ask and thou shalt receive 😌 (also sorry if there are any typos! i’m kinda falling asleep here at my laptop! so the next drabble i do will be tomorrow when i wake up!! it’s a loki one and i cannot wait to be soft.)
21. A chaste kiss given to each other because they are in mixed company.
38. Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss.
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Morgan’s birthday party was a huge hit. You and Tony were thankful for that after all the work you put into it.
She invited all of her friends, as well as most of the Avengers to celebrate her special day.
Her 16th birthday. Time really flies, doesn’t it?
“Hey,” Tony whispered to you quietly as you refilled the chip bowl in the kitchen, music lightly thumping against the walls of the kitchen from the living room. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” you replied softly, shimmying the chip bag by it’s ends to get the final fragments of chips out and into the shallow bowl. “I’m fine. Are you okay?”
“Of course.”
Tony walked over to stand next to you at the kitchen island where you worked. He seemed to just stare while you moved around your kitchen to be sure all the assorted dips were restocked properly before Tony finally trapped you against the counter, hands on either side on top of the marble countertop.
“Babe—”
“Tony, I’m fine!” You exclaimed, a laugh bubbling through your words. “Totally fine.”
Tony’s head tilted slightly with a raised brow.
“No. Stop it. I’m okay.”
“Are you sure you’re not emotional—”
“Anthony Stark, shut your mouth,” you hissed playfully as you leaned forwards to bump your nose against his. Tony had a smirk on his lips before clearing his throat.
“I love you,” he whispered finally. Your smile only grew before he pressed a quick, gentle kiss to your lips before leaning his body closer to yours.
“I’m aware,” you teased back lightly before pecking his lips back quickly before ducking out from his cage he placed you in.
“You know you can tell me what’s up, right?”
“Tones!”
“I know! I know! You’re fine, I get it!” He replied dramatically, turning to lean his lower back against the counter.
“If you’re thinking I’m going to be a mess on our daughter’s 16th, that’s not my department,” you sassed, throwing your husband a look as you moved to grab an apple from the fruit basket in it’s temporary spot.
Tony gasped and crossed his arms over his chest. “You think I’m the mess?”
“She’s your little girl!”
“She’s your little girl!”
“Okay, okay! We’ll both be messes later,” you relented finally, taking a bite of your apple.
“Later,” Tony scoffed. “I’ll be a mess when I take her to her driver’s test tomorrow. Later will be then.”
“You just don’t want to admit she’s growing up.” You spoke around your bite as you chewed, gently hip-checking Tony as you started to make your way back to the den as you heard Peter cheering from the den with Sam.
What you said must have shut Tony up pretty good. He stayed quiet the whole time as you left him alone. You watched as most of the Avengers hunched over your coffee table, playing monopoly with a bunch of teenagers. It was actually a welcoming sight.
“Mom!” Morgan shouted suddenly, waving around her phone. “Harley said he’s bringing his sister! Is that okay?”
“Yeah! That’s fine!” You called back with the same enthusiasm as her, which caused her to laugh before you felt Tony’s arms around your waist, pulling your back completely to his chest before moving your head to the side for a quick peck.
Regardless of the chaste kiss in front of your colleagues and daughter’s friends, you still heard the usual chorus of groans.
“Get a room!” Peter shouted loudly. You shushed him harshly and threateningly moved to look like you’re going to toss your apple at his head.
I am a big fan of your writing and was wondering if you could write something where peter (and maybe aunt may) finds out his sister and tony are dating?
RED HANDED
Pairing: Peter Parker x Sister!Reader, Tony Stark x Parker!Reader
Summary: You and Tony thought you were good at sneaking around in the tower, but that all changes when Peter walks in on something you never wanted him to see.
Author’s Ramblings: i tried to work may in the best i could, but in the end i just couldn’t, i’m sorry! maybe whenever i’m up to it i’ll do one for may! also, anon i could never thank you enough for loving my stuff. i’m trying not to ramble on this, but thank you so much for your support! (i hope i haven’t used this gif before) ((btw if this isn’t stellar i apologize i had to take a lot of breaks writing this))
Hiding from your brother was easy. Painfully easy when you were an independent adult that could easily make her own life choices. However, when it came to you and Tony Stark—your brother’s mentor, forchristsake—it was hard hiding the big secret.
You were dating Tony Stark. That’s plain as day to almost everyone in the tower when you’re coming in and picking up shifts left and right. That’s what was becoming the hard part.
Hiding it from Peter. Which in turn, was hiding it from May. Tony was a solid couple of years older than you for sure, and since he’s already so close with your family, it would definitely come as a shock and would probably cause Peter to have a stroke of some kind.
You didn’t want that for your baby brother.
Telling Tony this information came easy; he understood completely as to why you wanted to keep it under wraps. So Peter wouldn’t lose his mind, and May wouldn’t have to give anyone a stern talking to. So you compromised. The days Peter came for his “internship” at the tower, you had the days off.
Not all of the days, obviously, so you didn’t come off as suspicious to him. The last thing you need is Peter putting two and two together. You made sure that your schedules would overlap as much as they usually did so Peter didn’t think too hard about anything.
It was easy.
Until, of course, you and Tony started taking risks.
They started out calculated. From the amount of time you had in Tony’s luscious office all the way down to what clothes you wore to make everything a little easier on your “breaks”. But as all risks do, things started to get sloppy.
Tony would stop keeping track of time, and you would be too wrapped up with.. Things to care about what was going on around you properly.
Hell, Steve and Natasha had walked in on said things multiple times by now that you and Tony were used to it. That’s when you knew it was starting to get dangerous. If Captain America and the Black Widow knew about your time with Tony, who knows who would be next?
Sadly, the one person you didn’t want it to be.
Peter.
It happened... painfully fast. Too fast for anyone to really know what was happening properly.
You were perched on Tony’s desk, eagerly starting your time with him by making out as he pinned your hips to the desk with his own. Your neat button up was already untucked from your formal slacks and unbuttoned to show a significant amount of your chest, and Tony was still fully clothed.
When Peter just walked into the office, eyes trained on his phone.
“Hey, Mr. Stark—”
Peter’s words died the instance he whipped his head up to see his mentor’s face buried in your nearly exposed chest. Tony’s body was shielding your own from your brother’s innocent eyes, his head whipping up to look over at him.
It was quiet. No one said anything. Your grip on Tony tightened significantly due to your worst fear finally coming to light. Both your eyes and Tony’s were on Peter’s who had his jaw practically to the floor in shock. His grip was looking painfully tight on his phone that looked like it might snap.
“Pete, I—”
Peter cut you off immediately with a shake of his head, calmly turning around as he shoved his phone into his pocket before moving to head back into the hall, slamming the door shut behind him.
“We’re in it now,” you mumbled nervously as Tony straightened up significantly, his own anxieties rising under his skin.
“We’ll be fine.”
“Tony,” you started slowly, “I know you mean well, but trust me, we’re in it.”
“It can’t be that bad, babe—”
“Peter’s going to lose his mind, and he’s going to contact May first because she calms him down when I can’t,” you explained quickly, gently shoving his body from your own as you were quick to button up your shirt once more. “It’s gonna be a shitstorm depending on the reaction. Tony, we’ve been caught. Found out. Whatever word you use—”
Tony was quick to cut your rambling off with a gentle kiss, his hands cupping your face gently. He pulled away after you surrendered under his touch and spoke your name sternly.
“We are going to be fine. Absolutely fine. We’re adults. May understands that. Thankfully she’ll talk Peter down about it and we’ll just have to do some damage control.”
You decided to believe Tony’s words in the moment. How could you not? He sounded confident about the outcome. You were quick to sort out how you looked and had Tony give you one last pep talk before you headed out to find Peter.
But he was already standing outside the door, pressed completely against the door as he stared into the opposite wall, breathing almost as if he had just ran a marathon. You were sure the door closed behind you gently before you placed a hand on Peter’s shoulder.
“Pete...”
“Please, please tell me that you drugged me or something.”
You couldn’t help but let out a snort, shaking your head. “Much to your dismay, no.”
Peter took a deep breath and turned his head to look at you before groaning. His hands moved up to rub at his eyes aggressively as you kept your hand on his shoulder.
“Listen, we were going to say something when we felt the time was right—”
“How long?” Peter cut you off, his voice seemed too overwhelmed with emotion for you to figure out what he was feeling. But you could sense some dejection.
“Uh.. About uh,” you stumbled. You glanced at the office door momentarily as you tried to gather the whirlwind relationship into a time frame. “Almost two months, I think?”
“That’s.. That’s not too bad. I would have expected a year,” Peter replied quietly. He kept his head down. “Why Mr. Stark? Is this an elaborate plan you and May created to stop—”
“May doesn’t even know!” You rushed out, your grip on his shoulder unintentionally tightening before you pulled your hand away completely to start pacing in the empty hall.
Peter’s head snapped up to watch you, his eyes wide with shock.
“What?”
“May doesn’t know,” you repeated slower, taking a few breaths as you rubbed your hands together nervously. “May told me that Tony would be trouble when I told her about him coming by the apartment to tell us about the “September Foundation”. Obviously, I didn’t listen.”
Peter took a minute to process your words, trying to recall back to all those months ago.
“Wait, so Mr. Stark was really flirting with you when I got home that day?”
You stopped pacing to roll your eyes and stare at your brother, your hands going to your hips. “Yes.”
“But you fed him May’s Walnut Date Loaf? That’s murder, not...not—”
“I didn’t want to be a bad host! This is beside the point,” you huffed, standing in front of Peter now, your hands gently landing on both of his shoulders to gently shake him around. “You know that I love you and I wanted to tell you, right?”
Peter scrunched his face up before nodding. “I know you love me. I just.. Mr. Stark?”
“Trust me, I’m surprised as you are.” You leaned forwards to press a kiss to his forehead. “He’s quite the character.”
Peter scoffed, seeming a bit more comfortable about the situation as he gave you a look. “Says you.”
You rolled your eyes and let a hand come up and run through Peter’s stale feeling hair, scrunching your nose up at the texture. Peter opened his mouth to say something as Tony threw the door open casually before stepping out and giving you both an innocent smile.
“Peter. Ms. Parker.”
“Tony—”
“No no, don’t worry about me,” Tony waved as he spoke, trying to silence you. “You two keep having your moment—”
“Mr. Stark, please drop the act,” Peter whined, also moving to swat your hand away from his hair. “Your secret is safe with me, but we have to have a talk.”
You and Tony didn’t miss how Peter puffed his chest out slightly. It was cute, Peter trying to be confident.
“Okay, we can go down to the shop and uh..” Tony trailed off quietly as he glanced at you for confirmation that he wasn’t going to get an earful. You gave a subtle nod. “Work on 17A a bit, maybe?”
“Yeah,” you encouraged, giving Peter’s hair one last run through before he could catch you before shoving him Tony’s way. “Go shock him a few times for me. I’ve got some paperwork to fill out.”
Peter gave you an incredulous look before a small smirk formed on his lips. He definitely took that as permission.
Peter was quick to give you a proper goodbye before excitedly leading Tony to the nearest elevator. Tony looked at you over his shoulder, giving his trademark smile he usually gave you when he thought he had everything under control.
However, you knew Peter would shock the hell out of him, and you looked forward to the notification from FRIDAY.
Once your brother and boyfriend were out of sight, you fished out your phone from your pocket, trying to craft a good speech to give to May once you and Peter were back for dinner tonight.
Summary: You’re Tony’s wake up call on his birthday, and he’s extremely keen on staying in bed all day if it means he’s with you.
Author’s Ramblings: before i’m asked: this certainly is part of the PTSHAH series! have some established relationship but pre-marriage content!! if.. if tumblr flags this i will not be shocked at all (also i didn’t make it descriptive as i wanted to mainly because i’ve been writing this all morning and if i keep going i WILL make it at least 4.5k,, i said this would be a quick little piece and i’m here with almost 2.5K WORDS)
Warnings: SMUT! 18+! BIRTHDAY SEX! UNPROTECTED SEX (PLEASE WRAP BEFORE YOU TAP)! FINGERING! DIRTY TALK (??? KINDA I DIDN’T GO TOO HARDCORE I WROTE THIS FROM 8 TO 10 IN THE MORNING OKAY)
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"Mr. Stark,” you purred quietly as you draped yourself over Tony’s body under the covers of his bed. “Wakey wakey.”
Tony would usually wake up instantly when he heard you speak like that and happily take advantage of the sweet, sweet free time you had together in the mornings before having to be responsible adults and go to work.
However, you wore him out last night thoroughly. He didn’t even know how that was possible, since it was usually the other way around.
But he didn’t mind.
Your lips were pressing against the skin of his neck as he finally let out a low sleepy hum to acknowledge you.
“Ms. Parker, what a pleasant surprise,” he mumbled, a hand finding a spot on your bare back. You couldn’t help but giggle, pulling your face from his neck to look fondly at his sleep ridden face.
“Good morning.”
“It certainly is now,” Tony quipped as his eyes cracked open to drink in your face that was washed with the rising sun that was coming from the window that was partially covered by the curtain.
You looked like an angel. Tony doesn’t think this morning could get any better. He didn’t want to tear his face away from yours as the light sharpened some of your features. Your eyes seemed even brighter in this moment. Your hair was one of the few things that showed what you had gotten up to with him last night and to him you seemed even more beautiful.
“Tony,” you said gently, letting out a soft laugh, “did you fall asleep with your eyes open again or what?”
Tony didn’t reply. He just blinked. That caused you to laugh again before you shifted to sit up, trying to keep the covers on so you didn’t expose your body to the cold.
“Or what, I take it,” you mused, an arm holding the blanket to your chest. “I get that you’re half asleep, babe. But usually you’re way more mouthy.”
Tony’s hands were quick to find their way to your waist before tugging you on top of him so you could straddle his hips. “I can easily change that for you if you’d like, sweetheart.”
You couldn’t hold back your laughter from his sudden change of demeanor and tried to untwist the blanket you had a death grip on. Tony wanted you to drop it and have you exposed to him in the morning light so he could short circuit from your beauty again.
“No,” you said sternly, starting to lean forward so your body and face were hovering over his own. “I’m supposed to be treating you today, genius.”
Tony let one hand stay on your lower back while the other trailed up the length of your body to rest on the back of your neck.
“Yeah? Why’s that, beautiful?”
“Oh don’t play that card,” you chastised fondly, quickly pressing your soft—painfully soft lips after the night the two of you just shared—lips to his as he hummed out a question.
Tony was going to pull away, he really was. But your lips were far too good to part from. He tried to hold you in place without even thinking about it, the hand on your neck almost effectively keeping you from pulling away from his lips.
Almost.
You pulled away, your lips barely touching his as you spoke out breathlessly, “you know exactly what day it is.”
He let out a huff, keeping his eyes shut as he let his fingers dig slightly into your lower back. Tony was trying to go through his mental calendar in this moment to try and prove that he did in fact know what today was.
But he couldn’t think properly thanks to your kisses starting to pull him from his thoughts. Your lips started sucking and nipping at spots you had missed on his neck last night.
All thoughts were turning to you, and how you looked underneath him last night. How he spread you open as long as he wanted, not at all hesitating to tease you until you were begging for his cock.
And needless to say: he was already getting hard just thinking about it all over again.
“No, I don’t think I do.” He felt your laughter on his skin and couldn’t help but let a smile grow on his face. “What’s today?”
You stopped nipping at the skin on his collar bone, letting out a quiet huff as you unintentionally rolled your ass against his hard cock, trying not to freeze up and let out a moan.
“May 29th.”
“Oh,” Tony said evenly. As if that was exciting, he thought as he started to sit up, both arms wrapping around your middle tightly before he was positioning himself to lean against the headboard of his bed. He didn’t hesitate to pick you up slightly as he moved, which caused you to gasp before he placed you quite literally on his cock.
Tony Stark was never subtle.
You let out a shy laugh as you felt the head of his cock throb as your clit bumped against it, trying to sit comfortably in Tony’s lap while he watched you basically grind your pussy on the shaft of his cock.
If he was trying to hold back a moan, he was doing it better than you were. He could easily feel how wet you were when you finally settled on a position, your breathing a little sharper now.
“Y-Yeah.”
“Was last night one of my gifts, baby girl?” He questioned evenly, almost as if he wasn’t trying to gyrate his hips to keep grinding his cock between your outer lips, gently tugging at the blanket you were barely holding onto anymore. “Or were you just craving my cock?”
Tony’s words had you biting at your inner cheek as you finally let the blanket fall to reveal your chest to him. His eyes seemed to darken with even more lust in that moment as they landed on your breasts that were starting to stand at attention from the cool morning air.
“You can speak up, princess,” Tony said, letting his eyes catch yours as he looked up at you. He didn’t hesitate to unwrap his arms from you to let his hands cup the rapidly cooling flesh in his hands as he spoke, bucking his hips up, “I won’t judge you.”
You let out a groan as his calloused fingers started to lightly trail over your nipples, feeling another wave of heat go right to your core.
“Yes,” you started breathlessly, starting to feel confident enough to drag your pussy lips over Tony’s cock yourself so you could keep your word from earlier and do all the work. “I couldn’t wait to have your cock, sir.”
Tony’s smile formed into a smirk as he moved one arm to go back around your stomach, pulling your chest closer so he was eye level with your breasts, his other hand slipping down your stomach to stop just shy at the apex of your thighs.
You waited for him to say something. He could do anything to you in this moment, and you’d die a happy woman.
“Please fuck me, Tony,” you whispered hotly as you tried to move in his grip to get some kind of friction anywhere you could get it. Tony didn’t wait as long as you thought he would when you asked kindly.
His fingers found your clit at the same time as his lips started to kiss between the valley of your breasts. Your gasp was loud as your hands found their rightful places on his shoulders as he continued to kiss the underside of your right breast as his skilled fingers circled your clit for a few more moments before deciding to insert two fingers into you.
“How’re you so tight after last night?” Tony mused as his fingers curled at the one spot that had you chanting his name like a prayer, even if he was pumping them in at a slower pace than he usually sets. “I might have to remedy that, won’t I, baby?”
“Uh-huh,” you heaved before letting out a moan and trying to time your hips with his thrusts as his lips finally enveloped your right nipple with the heat of his mouth.
You could feel your tummy tightening with the familiar sensation of your orgasm creeping up as Tony kept working his magic with his mouth and fingers.
Until he stopped all together.
“You’re practically dripping, baby,” Tony said, letting his fingers run along your seam as you felt your orgasm edge away. Your hips twitched as you whined, trying to move only to have Tony’s grip tighten.
“Ah, ah,” Tony tutted, his fingers moving away from your cunt only to let his free hand grab at one of your asscheeks, “no moving, sweets. You’re my gift, ‘member?”
For some reason, that made you shudder as you repositioned your hands to grip at the headboard from your positioning. You’re his gift. His to use. You felt your cunt clench as you thought of that.
“You like the thought of that, don’t you? Dirty girl,” he said wickedly as his hand that was gripping your flesh moving to slip between the two of you to grip his throbbing cock and circle your cilt with the head.
“Your cunt already misses my cock already, huh?”
You were practically aching to get some relief. Tony had a way with words, and you never wanted to admit it to him, but god damn you’re sure you could probably cum from his words alone if he really put his mind to it.
“Please, please, Tony,” you babbled, leaning heavily into his grip on you as you tried to shift your hips so the head of his cock could at the very least slip past your hole, “fuck me. I’m.. I’m yours for the day, I cleared our sch-schedules just... fuck me.”
“How could you clear our schedules if you’ve been in bed with me all morning?” Tony questioned suddenly. He was using this to distract you as he let his hand slowly guide his cock where you needed him most. You let out a frustrated groan, throwing your head back with your eyes squeezed shut.
He also took this moment to see just how the light was hitting your naked body, and it was just as ethereal as he thought it would be earlier. It only made him want you even more.
“Y-Yesterday I talked with Pepper and she gave the okay,” you explained quickly, letting your head fall forwards to crack your eyes open. “Now please shove your cock in me before I do it myself.”
“Well when you put it like that, baby girl,” Tony started deviously, happily lowering you on the blunt head of his cock just as you started to muster up the courage to mouth off again.
Any words you aimed to say were washed away with the loud moan you let out as Tony’s cock split you open for the second time in 24 hours. The stretch wasn’t painful—lord no. It was so, so good. The stretch was delicious and you never, ever will get tired of feeling it every time Tony drives his cock into you.
Tony and you let out pleased groans simultaneously when he was buried deep, deep inside your cunt. You don’t know why you didn’t just sit on his cock for hours when you’re both lounging around in his penthouse. You felt complete like this.
Tony was muttering to himself as he glanced down where the two of you were joined, taking in the sight of his cock stretching you open as your walls flexed around him.
“What, baby?” You asked softly, your breathing somewhat regulated as you felt his arm finally unravel from your middle to let his hands rest on both sides of your hips, rubbing at the skin with his thumbs as you noticed his index and middle finger still slick with your arousal.
“Happy birthday to me,” he repeated with a smug smile, bringing his heated gaze up to yours before pressing his lips to yours as he started to thrust up into you.
You knew you were close after Tony thrusted into you for the third time. But it didn’t make you any less shocked as you let out a particularly loud moan as his one of his hands found their place back on your clit, rubbing in tight circles.
Your pussy was gripping his cock like a vise at this point; you were sure Tony was going to cum soon.
But he didn’t.
Even as you moved your hands from the headboard to start tugging at Tony’s hair while his mouth went back to devouring your breasts, both of you working your hips in unison as you toppled over into your first orgasm for the morning.
You came with a shout of Tony’s name as everything tightened, slowing your bouncing on his lap considerably to ride out the pleasure that was taking over your body.
Tony’s hips eased considerably while his fingers came to a halt on your clit, the both of you letting out soft laughter from the bliss radiating off of your body.
“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Tony questioned suddenly as you sat snug in his lap, your body covered in a thin layer of sweat as you regulate your breathing, your hands coming forward to cup Tony’s face between them.
“You have, but I don’t mind hearing it again and again,” you responded, grinning widely before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Now, are you going to sit here and keep pleasuring me or am I allowed to pleasure you?”
Tony had a smile almost as bright as the morning sun as he shifted his hips suddenly, causing you to moan lowly.
“If you get on your hands and knees and let me make you cum a few more times, I’ll happily let you do all the work.”
Well... who were you to say no to a deal from the birthday boy?
Hi! Are you still taking requests for Peter? Your Parker!Reader verse is ssooooo Good!! Can I request one where before Morgan is born, Tony sees Reader taking care of Peter who's Idk sick or something? And he finds it really cute and fluffy cause you're cuddling cause Peter is a cuddle bear and then Tony's like lEt's hAvE kIdS. You don't have to tbh 💙💙
CHIQUITITA, TELL ME WHAT’S WRONG
Pairing: Peter Parker x Sister!Reader, Tony Stark x Parker!Reader
Word Count: 1,508
Summary: Peter's sick and barely singing along to Mamma Mia. You take it upon yourself as Peter's sister to try and make him feel better. Tony helps the best he can before he’s off to a meeting. Later in the day, he accidentally brings up a topic you've yet to discuss in your relationship.
Author’s Ramblings: i went a little wild with this so... whoops. i really should put this series in order, but i’m far too lazy to even think about that at the moment. after this i’m posting the last 3 wip guessing game asks and then going back to work on THE fic! (also i’m trying out this new formatting for when i write whole oneshots instead of drabbles, don’t mind me)
Peter was sick. Peter Benjamin Parker, who proclaimed that he never got sick—which was frankly a lie, due to your family’s history of shitty immune systems—was sick and whining as he lounged around on the couch of the Avenger’s Compound.
He was leaning on Thor’s shoulder while he kept two separate tissues up both sides of his nose, Mamma Mia blaring on the flat screen in front of them. Thor seemed to be enjoying himself, his head moving along with the rhythm of the song that had been playing. You observed them both as you sipped on your coffee. Peter was quietly mumbling the lyrics to the song that was currently playing, sounding like he was in some weird state of delirium.
That’s what worried you. When you watch Mamma Mia with your brother, he’s electric. Usually, he’s up on his feet, doing most of the choreography, singing the male vocals almost perfectly; he’s never not sitting and barely bopping to the music.
“Hey Pete,” you said gently from where you stood near the kitchen island, moving a bit to let Tony get by you to grab a mug, “you okay?”
All Peter did in response was hold a thumbs up over the edge of the couch.
You sighed, placing your coffee mug down on the countertop before slipping past Tony and dodging Steve as you headed to where Peter and Thor were sitting.
There was no hesitation in your laughter when you saw how Peter solved his nose dripping problem. It’s exactly what you do and you completely get what May meant when she said the two of you were almost the same person.
“Peter,” you started, squatting down to meet his eyes, “did you take some medicine?”
“Yeah,” he huffed out, feeling around to his left to grab his bottle of water he had with him. “I took some.”
“How long ago?” You asked, reaching a hand up to press it against his forehead. You clicked your tongue. He had a fever for sure and with his luck, it’s probably rising.
Peter shrugged as he kept watching the TV screen, resting his chin on the top of his bottle.
You glanced over at Thor with a questioning look. Thor returned it just as the music to the scene that was playing stopped.
“What?”
“Were you awake with him when he took the medicine, Thor?”
“No. Loki and I returned from Asgard just over an hour ago.”
You nodded and gave him a smile, turning your gaze back to your baby brother. Emphasis on the baby.
“How’s about I take you to your room and I’ll make some soup for you? That sound good, bubba?”
Peter didn’t even have to say yes or no because you were gently pulling him up from the couch with little struggle, slinging his arm around your shoulders so you could guide him back to his room.
He was groaning quietly the whole way, mumbling stuff about Mamma Mia and Thor being comfortable. Just before you could get into the hallway with Peter, you nudged your head into the hall in Tony’s direction to get his help.
You continued trying to hold all of Peter’s weight yourself before Tony was coming to your rescue, throwing the other arm over his shoulders.
“Don’t worry champ, we’ve got ya,” he said reassuringly, a hand splayed in between his shoulders.
Eventually, you got Peter in bed and instructed Tony to get all of his things he brought out to the couch while you got on making the soup you mentioned earlier.
Part of you wished May was back in town so you didn’t have to care for Peter like this, since you couldn’t always handle how whiny your brother gets when he’s sick, but another part of you didn’t care that much. You weirdly enjoyed doing this as of late, and you couldn’t place it.
Once the soup was done, you got a bowl and spoon together for Peter and carefully navigated your way back to Peter’s room, telling whoever you passed that there’s soup, if they wanted any.
Tony was lounging in Peter’s bed, staring at one of the walls that seemed to have Star Wars projecting on it.
Your heart skipped a beat when you saw how soft Tony looked with Peter in this moment. Even though Tony was still dressed up for a meeting he had within the next hour, he looked so cozy.
“Hey,” you said, kicking the door open wider with your foot, “I got the soup. You’re free to go.”
Tony’s eyes were still on the projection of the movie as he replied with a grunt.
You couldn’t hide your chuckle as you placed the bowl of soup down and gently tug his rolled up sleeve. “Mr. Stark, you’re needed elsewhere.”
Tony immediately looked at you thanks to that title and gave you a pout.
“It’s the best part!”
“It’s literally the opening credits. You’ve got a meeting,” you replied sternly, trying not to let the way Peter looked when you started to gently peel him from Tony’s chest pull on your heart strings.
“Fine, fine! I won’t have Pepper call it off,” Tony relented as you kept trying to get him to leave as he dramatically resisted to get Peter to laugh. You could hear your brother laughing the same time as you when you finally got Tony to the doorway.
“Behave, Tony.”
“What’s in it for me if I do?” He asked, raising a brow as he lowered his vocal register. You knew what he was doing, and you weren’t going to let it work.
“Go, Tony.” You pressed your lips to his and pulled away before he could grab you and pull you closer. “Or I’m going to break some of your tech again.”
“Can you take this away from me?” Peter asked loudly, with a bit of energy. You turned to look at him, raising a brow.
“You’re supposed to be sick, y’know.”
“I am,” Peter heaved, starting to reach for the soup you left on the nightstand, “doesn’t mean I can’t talk. Now can I please have someone watch Star Wars with me?”
You sighed and rubbed a hand over your face, giving Tony one last look for him to get lost before turning back around and quickly passing Peter the bowl of soup he’s still reaching for.
Tony stayed in the doorway for a moment, watching you walk away before letting a dramatic sigh out, starting to slink down the hall back to the main living space.
Peter actually ate all of the soup, to your surprise. Although he did sip at the broth during the first Star Wars movie before actually eating the noodles and extra things you put in that you knew he’d eat. But he still ate it, and that’s all that mattered.
When Tony came back to check on the two of you after his meeting, he caught the both of you dozed off as the third movie started to play. Peter’s head was resting on your shoulder, his face smushed into your collarbone while your head was resting against the pillows. Your arms were wrapped around him protectively while it looked like Peter was trying to make his body morph into yours.
He had his legs tangled with yours, almost like you were playing twister. It was then Tony remembered that Peter liked sleeping in weird positions like that.
The kid was weird, but he loved him anyway.
Tony couldn’t place why his mind was going haywire over the fact of you cuddling with your brother, it might just be because it was so cute. Both of you were adorable in your own rights, and it was tugging some thought from the crevices of his mind.
“Tony?” You questioned with your sleep filled tone, sitting up slightly, only stopping when Peter shifted his face on your shoulder.
Tony didn’t hold back the smile he had for you and carefully walked farther into the room, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Hey, dear.”
“How’d the meeting go?”
“It went,” Tony replied, not at all thinking before speaking, “you’re great with kids.”
You tilted your head in confusion, pulling one of your arms from Peter to rub at your eye. “Kids?”
Tony shook his head instantly, not wanting to get on that topic right now. With Peter in the room? It’s a dangerous shot to take.
“Forget I said anything, you’re dreaming, this is a dream,” Tony recovered quickly, which caused you to let out a quiet laugh.
“We’re talking about that later, Stark.”
“What? Talking about kids? What’re kids?”
“Babe—”
Tony cut you off again, continuing to pretend you weren’t asking questions about what he said, gently moving to sit on the emptiest edge of the bed possible as you tried to smother your laughter.
Finally, you decided to play along, just so he could join you and Peter in bed for a nap. However, you’re definitely pressing on the whole “kids” topic later.
