@emkayoh š¤ AS IF YOU NEED THE IRON KETTLE CONCEPT EXPLAINED TO YOU!! š¤
anyway at some point pepper accidentally catches another regular drawing her and they make eye contact and the guy apologizes immediately. "Sorry, I didn't even ask permission, I just like to sit here and do studies and I've seen you in here a lot--"
She interrupts him to say she doesn't mind, and she thinks he's really talented. His drawings have this wonderful glow about them, he's completely captured the afternoon lighting the cafe gets.
Pepper and Steve become quick friends, both being art lovers. He brushes it off; he's just a hobbyist, he never pursued it or went to college for it... Pepper's not an artist herself, but she says he's being silly. Sketches, rough work, studies, life drawings, these are her favourite pieces to admire. They're raw, they're thoughtful...
Tony sees his favourite customer and some blonde hunk hitting it off and stares too much. nevermind that he DESIGNED the pretty, hazy lighting effect of HIS cafe that steeeve captured so perfectly
A soft, smutty drabble about the importance of being prepared. Tony/Pepper, 1k words.
Tony yelps as Pepper draws a line of cold whipped cream across his chest.
They're at Pepper's place and she's using the canned stuff, which is atrocious and an affront to Tony's tastes and if he'd known they were going to do this he would have brought one of the whipping siphons he hobbled together himself and prepared some of Pepper's favourite honey lavender creamābut you know what, Tony interrupts his own thoughts as the woman gives him a half-lidded stare and licks the preservative-ridden fluff from his left nipple, this is actually fine. No complaints.
Pepper swirls her tongue around lightly and Tony squirms, gripping his pillow tightly. He isn't restrained but she'd asked him not to touch, and shutting up and listening to her has proven to be kinda hot. She alternates between laving a hot, flat tongue across his sensitive buds; to tickling the tip with a delicate touch; to soft nibbles to the skin around that he barely gets a chance to react to before she pares back and suckles sweetly on it, like an apology. The difference from normal is that her mouth is slightly sticky from the cream, which is unpleasant to a very small part of him that cowers before the bigger part that realizes putting food and sex together is awesome.
Tony feels hot all over, and he's apparently warm enough (or maybe he's just lost track of time) that the rest of the whipped cream line is starting to spread. "Can't make a mess now, can we? These are my favourite sheets," Pepper smirksāthis is good, this is really good, Pepper really doesn't smirk enough and that's crazy because it's hotāand she moves on to clean the rest of it up, leaving his left titty damp and slightly sticky. She laughs lightly as she continues, because apparently he'd said the thing about Pepper smirking out loud.
"Uh-uh, that's a smile, Potts, don't go 'nice girl' on me," Tony snips. Pepper retaliates by biting hard enough for Tony to gasp. Okay, 1-0 to Pepper.
She trails down his body like this, painting him with sweet cream and then cleaning it off. Because she's secretly evil (and Tony loves her for it), she leaves a field of deep red marks on the soft parts of his abdomen. Whichā¦ okay, is pretty much all of his abdomen.
After a whileāfive minutes, thirty minutes, an hour; hell if Tony knows, it feels too good to think straightāhe hears a soft, "shit," but before he can find out why, she starts to tug down his boxers with her tiny, nimble fingers. "Pepper, whā" Tony does his best to stop grinding and lay still, bracing himself for the cold dollop of cream, but what he gets instead is her hot, wet mouth swallowing the head of his cock.
Tony groans with delight. "Had enough dessert, Pep?" he asks, willing his hips still.
"This is dessert," she quips back, circling him with her tongue and kissing the tip, her breath steady and hot. "And," she winces, pulling off his dick, "I ran dry. I didn't have time to pick up a fresh can. Sorry." She gestures the can around as she says this, looking guilty. And like that, the sexy foodplay night they had been teasing sinceāwell, only since lunchtime today; it had been a little spur of the moment but Tony had made an obscene gesture with a utensil that Pepper had apparently really enjoyedāwas put to a stop. Clearly, however, Pepper had a plan to make up for it. With her mouth. Tony's dick twitches appropriately.
"I run a coffee shop," Tony reminds her as she stubbornly triggers the can again, only rewarded with empty airy hisses and some sad flecks of cream.
"We cannot use one of your cafe's whipped cream thingies for sex!" she says scandalously, before looking away from the can to take him in again, sucking a little this time.
Tony moans happily before his answer. "I'll make a new one. Special, made-to-order sexy cream dispenser." Tony never anticipated building such a thing solely for sexy time activities, but they most definitely do have to do this again, so the decision is practically made for him. She takes him in a little deeper, but Tony knows she's rolling her eyes affectionately.
Pepper, because she's Pepper, manages to squeeze out one last line of whipped cream from the can along his shaft before tossing it away for good, and is now cleaning it off with precision.
Without the distraction of the sad can, Pepper puts her full focus on Tony. Tony hadn't even realized she could be more focused than she already had been, but the Tony of fifteen seconds ago was a fool, and the Tony of now has been totally enlightened. Tony makes some pretty pathetic noises as he feels the back of her throat again and again. She switches it up often, laps shortly at him from base to tip, warming her slightly cold-from-holding-the-can hand on his gooey-bag. Despite thatābecause of that, franklyāTony is fully hard at this point. Like, hammer-nails-into-the-wall hard.
Man, Pepper is awesome. She works him over for a few more minutes before he has to stop her.
Only Pepper could wipe sticky cream remnants and pre-cum from her mouth but make it look elegant. She could do something this dirty, after giving him the best blowjob of his life, and then with all the ernesty in the world say, "Sorry about ruining the food thing."
Tony's pretty sure Pepper could set fire to the coffee shop and he wouldn't be mad. Well, actually, yeah he would be, that's his livelihood, and what if Peter was aroundābut whatever, she'd never do that, like, on purpose, so. Bad example. Anyway.
Tony stares at Pepper, eyebrows dancing, and she stares back, never one to back down from a challenge. Then, he smirks, and waits just long enough to see her react, before he hefts them both up and flips their positions so that he is balancing over her. He grins wolfishly as she blushes and smiles. "You didn't ruin anything," he assures her. "Plenty of time forā¦" He trails off, looking pensive. āIāll show youā¦ā he tries again, with no success.
It stays silent between them for a moment.
"You were about to say something crude," Pepper accuses, giggling, swatting her boyfriend playfully.
"I was," Tony admits. "I was. No matter how I twisted the phrase 'cream fillingā in my head, it still made me feel gross."
Pepper rolls her eyes, but can't put away her silly smile. "It should."
"I'm just going to move on," Tony says, reaching into the nightstand for a condom.
"Please do," Pepper whispers, pulling her sticky boyfriend down for a kiss.
Tony learns a lot of things about Pepper when they start dating.
First, she gets really hot in her sleep, and she sleeps with windows open.
Second, she hoards books. Potts likes bookstores. At their first day they go to the bookstore that Pepper likes. It looks old, āRare and Used booksā the sign reads. Books, good wine and records. That the things that Pepper loves.
Third, he likes her smile. She is really cute without her make up. She wears contact. Fourth, she is too good for him. But he canāt tell her who to love, she is a free woman.
Fifth, she likes cactuses. She has like 10 of them and buys one when she is sad.
Six, she doesnāt want kids. She likes kids. She is not sure she can take care of them. It isnāt just a flower in the pot, and she killed at of them due to neglect. It is a human being. She canāt just forget to feed them, because she is overworked.
He keeps mental notes of all of them. How she makes her coffee, how she sings when no one hears. He want to know more every time.Ā
We (I) demand coffee-related smut! Let's get frothy.
Mod Ali: Oops, this gets a 1/10 in smut, but I think I make up for it with yearning. Here ya go!
Tony hasn't felt wanted in a long time.
That's a lie. Every day his son looks at him with the big brown eyes he'd stolen from Tony and wants him around, needs Tony to protect him; and, honestly, being that person day after day is enough. Peter is his whole world. He hadn't known this before, but he wasn't complete until Peter came along. Feeling wanted in the way Tony Stark had always been wantedāfor money, for sex, forā¦ well, it was mostly sexādoesn't even cross Tony Carbonell's mind anymore. The only person in his life is Peter, and he was content with that being true for almost 8 years.
But then somewhere along the way he met Pepper Potts, and for someone who is so keen on schedules and plans, she sure threw a redheaded wrench in all of his.
As soon as Tony and Pepper make it into her apartment after a date, the door is locked and lights are dimmed and they're falling together onto her big, soft bed with the eggshell linens. The food was good and Peter was sleeping over at Happy's so Tony could sleep over at Pepper's. The first time he'd been here, he'd made a stupid offhand comment about how colourful the place was, glancing pointedly at the varying shades of cream and warm grays. Hey, he'd been nervous. He still is nervous.
But then, he catches glimpses of colour, like a bright red Hotwheels car on the dining room table from the last time he and Peter were here for dinner, or the (to her total distaste) neon green hoodie he'd lent her after she got caught in the rain on the way to the shop, hanging in her open closet. Or the small collection of picture frames on Pepper's bedside table, the only instance of anything that can be described as 'clutter' in the entirety of her apartment, of him or Peter or all three of them or of everyoneāRhodey and Happy, too. Then, he feels a little less nervous and a little more like he belongs here, in Pepper's neat little apartment and her neat little life, when his own is so complicated and rough around the edges.
He and Pepper stop their bickering (about the ultimate pastry, of all things) between the gentle kisses, and now they're just sort of looking at each other. Tony knows her face better than his own at this point, for all the admiring he's done; the curve of her cheeks are familiar, and the smattering of freckles across her nose are delicious. He knows her eyelashes, underneath the light makeup she wears, are pale and delicate. Her cheeks and lips are a little ruddy at the moment, and that's his fault, as is the softly quirked smile. He only realizes he's not breathing when she touches his cheek and pulls a sigh out of him.
Pepper has this way of looking at Tony with her intelligent blue eyesāshe's doing it right now, studying her lover the same way he was doingāthat screams to Tony that she wants him. It scares him and, on top of that, confuses him, because she is pretty much the coolest, smartest person in the universe, he's damn sure. What does she want with his sorry ass? She could have anyone with a snap of her perfectly manicured fingers but she's here, inviting a scruffy, washed up murderer into her bed.Ā
(She knows it, now; she knows who he was, and she still wants who he is.)
The worst, and best, thing about Pepper's eyes is that he's pretty sure they see right through him. Without saying a word, Pepper ends the silence with a gentle squeeze on his shoulder, and she leans in, and Tony is just selfish enough to stop thinking and meet her halfway. She knows him so well, knows when he's thinking too much, knows how to distract him. That's the first way Pepper makes him feel wantedāby just knowing him. By taking charge, carefully pushing him back into the cushions, an increasingly firm grip on his collar or hips or hair, and just letting them make out like teenagers for a while.
(As the kids say: no thoughts. Head empty.)
"Tastes like coffee," Pepper whispers, because she always says that, like a running joke. It's not very funny, bless her, and it's probably true; Tony would be surprised if his body wasn't actually just 70% coffee at this point.
"I can definitely keep you up all night, honey," Tony smirks back, because his mouth runs independently from the rest of him, and thank god, because broadcasting his anxiety all the time would be a fucking bummer.
Pepper scoffs, but she loves his puns, he knows it. That's another way she makes him feel wanted. She laughs at his jokes. He always seems to catch her giggling in the corner of his eye, even when he's just being himself. She has an incredible smile.
Pepper makes him feel wanted with her hands, exploring his body in a way that made him squeamish at first. Tony Stark had never once been body-shy, but Tony Stark stopped existing several haircuts and thirty pounds ago. It hadn't mattered one bit to him until he and Pepper had startedāthisāand it struck him that the guy Pepper should be seen with was someone like Tony Stark, with the crisp Armani suits and shiny Italian shoes and nicely windswept hair. Damn, Tony had had really sexy abs at one point.
But despite his pudgy stomachāthe result of many blueberry danishes, his haphazard cooking skills and a now non-existent vanity budgetāand because Pepper can undoubtedly read his mind, she throws a leg over his and their thighs slot together, which is a pretty good distraction. She pulls her face away from his, which really kind of sucks, but then kisses his jaw like it's an apology. She trails down his neck where he's only somewhat ticklish, and her small, thin hands have somehow crept onto his love-handles without him noticing. She squeezes gently and giggles when Tony jumps because his ribs are also somewhat ticklish. Somehow, he doesn't have it in him to be any kind of upset, though, especially with her grinding low and slow on his groin like that. Her mouth does a slow, sensual tour of him, tasting him, nipping him.Ā
(Pepper Potts is a biter, to Tony's awe and, ultimately, delight.)Ā
She coaxes him out of his shirt and slides out of her own, and right when Tony feels a dumb joke coming up she grins and takes a convenient break from her exploration to return home and kiss him. It's been a while since his last partner, but Tony was never one to be useless in bed, and he just barely lets Pepper finish giving him the hickey on his collar (Tony remembers suddenly that she got him a couple turtleneck tops this past Christmas and he wonders if the two actions are correlated) before flipping them over and turning the tables, showing her how much he wants her. He tongues at her throat, her arms, her breasts in a way that makes her sigh happily, a now bare leg wrapping around his back and pulling him in tighter. He obediently kisses where she directs him to and he tells her in low murmurs how beautiful she is.
Neither of them had a drop to drink tonight besides sparkling juice, or a hit of anything that would remind Tony of his club kid youth. No mind games, no sex games; unless what Pepper is after is a lifetime of free chocolate croissants, he has nothing to offer but himself. So maybe it's caveman of him to think this, but yeah, when he reaches a hand down and Pepper is wet after a half hour of their usual quips and some smooching, it makes him feel wanted. The hand Pepper has snaked around his wrist feels like it's grounding him. The other hand vacillates between his hair and his ass, which is really just the cherry on top of the ego cake.
Pepper kisses him slowly while he fucks her the same way. They both enjoy the moment. Pepper makes him feel wanted when they've both finished and she tucks herself into his arms, and there's something in the way that she fits so perfectly there that makes him kind of lightheaded.Ā
She does it when she continues her argument from, like, two hours ago that Happy's chocolate croissants are in fact the best treat The Iron Kettle serves, and she does have the authority to make this decision because she has tried everything over the last few years where she came in just to be with Tony, with Peter, with Happy. She does it when she keeps his and his son's shit all over her apartment, in plain view despite the immaculate tidiness of everything else, because she likes having these pieces of her new family around her all the time. She does it when she fights him, because he knows he has a bad habit of pushing away and she knows it too, and she doesn't let him indulge in it for a second. She does it when she makes every excuse to come up to his and Peter's apartment, because she has apparently made it a game to discover something new about them every time she stops by, in the form of a toy Peter made or the books on the shelves. She does it when she laughs at his dad jokes, and when she cares for Peter like he was her own son.
(Peter could be her son. Tony realizes suddenly that he wants to marry her. Can she hear his heart thudding? Fuck. Let's shuffle this terrifying thought to the back for the moment. A heart attack, even a small one, would really ruin the afterglow.)
Pepper makes him feel wanted. Pepper, a shining light in his life, another piece that he hadn't known he was missing until he had them, like Rhodey, like Peterā¦ Tony couldn't not want them if he tried.
For as long as they wanna keep Tony around, he is going to be grateful, try not to cry, and do his fucking best to act like he deserves it.
I don't remember if it was ever asked, so if it was, sorry, but will Gerald the Alpaca make an appearance (like, as a plushie f.e.)? Or are you planning on any other pets? It just came to my mind and I can't get rid of mental images of Peter playing with animals and Pepperony bantering like in that deleted scene from Endgame
I donāt think Tony can afford an additional mouth to feed, plus alpacas probably arenāt permitted in his apartment LOL but here is Peter with a little Gerald plushie!Ā
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The Iron Kettle by Camelot Queen and makifa
Tony Stark (under the alias Tony Carbonell) runs a small coffee shop in New York to support himself and his young son, Peter. Enter Pepper Potts, assistant to the CEO of Stark Industries, Obadiah Stane.
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Just a classic Coffee Shop AU with somewhat of a plot.
(This is series of drabbles!)
| 2/? Chapters | 1,554 Words | No Archive Warnings Apply | General Audiences |
Notes: I have seen this amazing and adorable AU floating around of Tony owning and running a coffee shop while caring for his young son Peter. I adore it so much, so I was thrilled when the creators of the blog decided to start posting their drabbles on Ao3. The stories are sweet and so well written. If you have not heard of it, please check it out. If you have heard of it, go shower the story with love because itās so good! Drop it a kudos or a comment because itās truly a wonderful series of drabbles.
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You asked, we listened! The Iron Kettle is now available on ao3! We will be crossposting all drabbles here to this fic for easier reading. Just one chapter to start but we will be posting all our drabbles here soon!Ā
Do you think you could write something where Pepper and Tony bump into each other outside of the cafe? Maybe Peter sees Pepper before Tony does and he drags his father over
Tony is in the fruit and veggie section with Peter at the grocery store. Peter is sitting in the carriage, even though heās starting to get too big for it. Tony will keep letting him as long as he wants, he doesnāt like to think about Peter getting bigger.Ā
āTony?āĀ
He spins around, fear hammering in his heart that someone recognized him, the real himā¦ but no, itās just Pepper. Sheās standing there with her own cart absolutely filled with healthy-looking food.Ā
āPep!ā he greets. āFunny running into you here. Iām not usually in this section much, but I decided that maybe Pete needs some healthy food in his diet, so weāre trying new things.āĀ
Pepper laughs. āThatās good, a growing boy needs more than pastries. How are you doing Peter?āĀ
Peter looks up from where he was inspecting some zucchini. āOh! Hi, Miss Potts! Daddyās getting me healthy food.āĀ
āI can see that!ā Pepper looks at Tony. āDoes it really not happen that often?āĀ
āI promise Iām not a bad parent,ā Tony says. āItās just hard. We both have a sweet tooth andā¦ Iām a baker, not a cook. Iām not really sure what to do with any of this.ā He gestures to his cart of randomly selected vegetables.Ā
āOh, do you need help?ā Pepper asks. āI cook for myself all the time. I can show you some standard ingredients and recipes I love, and maybe I canā¦ come over and help you cook sometime?āĀ
Tony stares at her. āThatā¦ that would be great actually. Iād love that.āĀ
Pepper smiles. āGreat! How about we start with finding what foods Peter might like? The trick is to make him think heās not eating veggies.āĀ
āTrickery, I love it. Letās go.ā
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And thatās all I could come up with!!! Fast forward to them cooking together with lots of flirting involved.Ā
