Draco groaned, the tips of his hair darkened to gold by the water sloshing around them. Harry reached out and grabbed it with one hand, wetting it futher in his fist. “Potter, please–”
“What do you want, Malfoy?” Harry huffed a laugh, pistoning his hips on a hard stroke in. Draco’s body clenched around him – slick, tight – and he whimpered, his frantic nod stilted under Harry’s grip. Harry brought his free hand down with a splashing crack over angry red handprint on Draco’s arse. “This?”
The water slowed the force of his spank but Harry wasn’t bothered – and if Draco’s sharp cry was and the way his arshole fluttered around Harry’s prick like that were any indication, he wasn’t, either.
“P-p-p–” And oh, Merlin, he loved it when Draco dissolved like this under him, Harry thought, picking up the pace. Like he was melting in the heat of the water, or from the heat the two of them created together. He slammed his hips against Draco’s arse, balls slapping wetly against the backs of his thighs on each bounce. Draco moaned, white-knuckled fingers slipping the porcelain lip of the tub.
“So dirty,” Harry grunted, skin fizzling with sweat and steam. His hand came down again, with loud, unapologetic force, and Draco’s body tightened; he was getting close. “Aren’t you?”
“Then clean me up you bastard,” he choked out, and came.
I was sleeping peacefully one night when I was awoken by the tune of lilting flute music. I felt the urge to look out my window and when I did, I saw tens of boys walking, as though in a daze, towards the direction of the woods. I felt the pull too. It was as though something were commanding me to walk into the woods and just disappear.
I had to follow the music.
Without thinking twice and without looking back, I took my patched cloak off the hook by the cottage door and tied it around my shoulders, flipping the hood up to protect against the cold.
I didn’t spare a thought for my grandmother and sister, Red, who I was leaving behind. They never paid that much attention to me anyway. Granny was getting old and didn’t do much besides her knitting and Red was always out with that boyfriend of hers. Red can always keep Granny company. They probably won’t even miss me.
I was out the door within a few seconds and following the boys who had just passed in front of our cottage. The music played louder, still and I felt more under its spell, the closer I got.
Once we reached the woods, I saw where the music was coming from:
A boy wearing a green cape with chestnut brown hair and green eyes was playing a pan flute by a small fire. The boys who reached him first, switched direction and began to dance around the fire. Once we all reached him, I, too, could feel the desire to dance around the fire.
But before I could-
We all blacked out.
When I woke, I was on a leafy ground. Surrounded by several unconscious bodies. All boys, I noted. Then I noticed: this wasn’t where I passed out.
This was somewhere else entirely. I blinked a few times to make sure I wasn’t seeing things, but no. I was definitely in some kind of jungle. Some kind of jungle that doesn’t allow girls. The area around me was presumably some sort of camp, with tents (varying in size) erected and a spot for a campfire, surrounded by logs. At the edge, there were what looked like cages hanging from tree branches with a network of pulleys to lower them.
Some of the boys around me began to stir and I quickly, tied my hair behind my head using a piece of cloth I keep wrapped around my wrist and pulled my hood lower to hide my face.
I saw the shoes of someone coming out of a tent a few metres away and coming to a stop before us.
“Welcome to Neverland,” he drawled.
I dared to look up, cautiously and found that the person who spoke was a tall blond boy with black feathers entwined in his slightly shaggy hair. He also held a formidable looking wooden club over his shoulder.
“W-what’s going on?” someone behind me asked.
“You’ve been recruited,” the blond boy announced. “You are all now part of the lost boys.”
I frowned. Lost boys?
More footsteps approached as more boys, toting swords, knives and bows came to meet us from a trail the other side of camp, led by the brown haired boy I’d seen playing the pipes.
“Boys,” he said, regarding us, “I see you’ve met Felix.”
Well, now I know the blond boy’s name.
“I’m Peter Pan and these are the lost boys. Make friends, you’re going to be here for the rest of your lives.”
What!?
My heart started hammering. This was a mistake! I don’t want to be here forever. Stuck in a jungle with boys and – too much testosterone!
Peter Pan flicked his wrist lazily and several tents magically appeared next to the ones previously existing.
“Pick a tent, get your bearings. There’s a celebration in an hour.”
With that, he and stalked away while the rest of the lost boys came over and started talking to us.
Immediately, to avoid detection, I sped away from them, into a tent. I shut the flap behind me and sat down on the dirty ground.
What have I done? I need to get back home, To Granny and Red and our cottage. Why did I ever leave the house?
The boys here must be violent, why else would they have so many weapons?
This was all too much. I tried to calm my breathing as I picked myself up off the floor and sat on the edge of the bed that was positioned in the corner of the tent, next to a dresser.
I put my head in my hands and wished I could just disappear.
At some point I must have fallen asleep because I was rudely awoken (again) when a boy ripped open the opening to the tent and announced that the ‘celebration’ was about to begin.
I coughed to clear my throat and said in the deepest voice I could, “I don’t think I want to join.”
“It’s not optional.”
“I said no.“
At this, the boy stalked over, and grabbed my bicep, yanking me to my feet and shoving me out the tent.
I joined the boys sitting around the now roaring fire. The stars were out, lighting up the dark sky. I kept my head angled down so no one could see my face. More and more boys joined until there were at least 40 of them milling about. Finally: Pan raised his pan flute above his head and yelled, “to our new lost boys!” He raised the flute to his lips and started playing.
The music entered my ears and filled my head, clouding my thoughts and reason. I stood up with the others and danced and jumped around the fire. Turning, leaping, my mind told me only to move energetically, violently.
Until: My hood fell down, revealing my face. The music stopped. I froze. Everyone froze.
Pan stared at me for a second before putting down the pan flute and standing up. He seemed to be making a decision for a moment, then said, “seize her.” My brain kicked in again, telling me to run. So I did. I shot past the boys who were still standing still as though struck dumb. I crashed through the jungle, but I didn’t know my way.
Where to go. My heart was in my head when I heard the footfalls of the boys chasing me. I looked over my shoulder to see them close behind me. As I did so, I wasn’t looking where I was going and I tripped over a tree root, mentally cursing myself.
Before I had a chance to get back up, someone pulled me up by the neck of my cloak. My arms were grabbed and held behind my back to prevent me struggling. I was brought back to the camp where there were a few boys who hadn’t bothered to chase me. Maybe the new ‘recruits’. And Pan.
Whoever was holding my arms threw me at his feet. I got a face full of dirt and I tried to push myself off the ground but a boot pushing into my back sent me back down. I huffed in frustration and annoyance. I felt the cloth being pulled from my (h/c), causing it to fall down around my shoulders. Pan’s boot was removed from my back and I was shoved back upright. He stood over me with his arms crossed.
“What’s your name?”
“(Y-Y/N)” I stuttered.
“How did you get here?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I – just – with the other… boys.”
He waved his hand and he teleported us in a green cloud of smoke. When the smoke cleared, we were in another part of the jungle.
“It’s been a long time since there’s been a girl on the island,” he said, advancing on me, causing me to walk backwards until my back hit a tree.
“What happened to the last girl?” I asked timidly.
“I killed her,” he said with an evil smirk.
“Girls are weak, pathetic creatures.” Instinctively, in hope to cause him enough pain to get away, I slapped his face but he didn’t even flinch. In fact, he smiled.
“You’ve got fire. I like fire.”
My brows furrowed. “What?”
“And that fire just saved your life, love.”
I hadn’t even processed those words by thr time that his lips had captured mine. I gasped involuntarily and he took that as an opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. I don’t know much about kissing besides what I’d witnessed of Red and her boyfriend, but I could tell that Pan was great at it. His tongue played with mine, battling for dominance. He quickly won.
He put his hands behind my thighs and whispered, “jump”. Without even considering that I’d been scared for my life just a few minutes ago, I obeyed. He held under my legs which were wrapped around his waist while my back was pressed against the tree while he moved from kissing my lips to my jawbone and down my neck to my shoulder, definitely leaving marks.
Suddenly, and without warning, he teleported us again and we were in a tent – much bigger than the one I was in before. It must be Pan’s tent. He untied my cloak and lowered me onto his bed.
“Are you ready for this, love?” He asked, already pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his perfectly sculpted abs.
“I – I’ve never…”
“Shh” he crawled over the top of me, pushing me down, gently. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle. I promise.”
He continued to kiss me hungrily, up and down my neck and shoulders until he’d had enough and started unbuttoning my shirt. I let him take it off and he moved to my pants, sliding them down my legs, leaving me in just my underwear. He licked his lips and went to remove my bra. I pushed his hands away. He tilted his head.
“You don’t want to do this?”
“No I do!” I was hungry for him, just: “no one’s ever…”
“Relax, you’re beautiful,” he reassured, unclasping my bra and throwing it to the ground. I covered my chest with my arms, blushing madly but he moved my arms to my sides before teasing my nipples. He sucked on one while working at the other with his hand before switching. He started kissing lower and lower until he reached my panties.
He looked into my eyes, slowly pulling them down as he gave me time to react and tell him to stop. But I didn’t. He pulled them off and planted kisses on the inside of my thighs. He moved closer and closer to my core until he finally reached where I needed him most. I was hot and aroused and he knew it from the wetness between my legs. He licked a stripe over my core once then darted his tongue in, swirling it. I moaned, my fingers going into his hair and tugging gently. I moaned louder by the second, my back arching off the bed.
“Moan for me, slut. Let everyone know who’s making you feel good.”
“Ughh Peter!”
“Louder,” he commanded, flicking his tongue over my clit. He continued at this while he inserted a finger and started pumping causing me to cry out in surprise. Then he added another. And another. The knot in my stomach built, and I could feel myself about to come undone.
“Peter! I’m going to cum.” He continued his assault, faster and rougher, meaning I yelled and moaned louder and I’m pretty sure the whole camp could hear but I don’t care. Just as I was about to cum, he stopped. I wimpered but he undid his pants and pulled down his boxers, releasing his hard member. My eyes widened at the size of him and he laughed at my innocence.
“You know I said I would be gentle?” He whispered in my ear, positioning himself at my entrance.
“Yeah?”
“I lied.”
He slammed himself into me, breaking my virgin walls.
He fucked me hard and I cried out ,”oh god, Peter! Oh god, right there. Right there, Peter.” The pain turned to pleasure as he hit my g-spot with every thrust and I bucked my hips to meet his thrusts. The feeling came back of needing to cum as he sped up and I used what little strength I had to flip us over so I was riding on him. I was in control.
“Ah – I’m going to cum,” he moaned.
“Me too,” I said, just as we came undone together. His thrusts grew sloppy as I rode out our high. I got off him and rolled to lie next to him. We lay there for a few minutes until he got up. He went to get his clothes but I stopped him. “Wait,” I said. “You’ve pleased me, now I get to please you.”
He raised an eyebrow. “What you mean?”
“I’ll blow you.”
I’d accidentally walked in on Red doing this to her boyfriend before. Peter was still confused. I guess no one’s ever done it to him.
I smirked in what I hoped was a seductive way and kneeled in front of him. I took his member in my hand and started pumping it, then swirled my tongue around the tip, teasing him, then putting as much as I could into my mouth. I bobbed my head as Peter finally started to understand. I used to my hand to pump what I couldn’t fit in my mouth as I bobbed my head.
Peter pulled my hair into a make-shift ponytail behind my head as he threw his head back and thrusted his hips to meet my rhymn making me gag. What started as me intending to pleasure him, ended with him fucking my face as I used my free hand to massage his balls. He sucked in a breath as he threw his head back and moaned.
“Y/N, you’ll be the death of me.” He came in hot spurts in my mouth. “Swallow it, slut.” After he finished, he dressed himself and I pulled on my clothes onto my hot sweaty body.
“I could get used to having a girl on the island,” he said, winking.
Summary: Steve has a daughter with Tony, and one night Tony makes a mistake by sleeping with his ex Pepper one drunken night.
Pairing: Father! Steve Rogers x daughter! Reader x Father! Tony Stark
Chapter 1
A/n: Updates will take a while, since I’m trying to make this as long as I can, unlike my other stories which aren’t really all that long.
Au version of the avengers
Background story-
Steve had thought tony was his one. Sure both men had a complicated relationship, they always butted heads as friends and their friends, knew that they both had some kind of sexual tension between them.
When they started dating Steve was very protective over his heart, he rarely opened up towards Tony seeing as how he knew and witnessed Tony’s old past partake over and over again over the years.
Just when steve had thought tony had changed for the best tony had gotten shit faced drunk and assulted him, emotionally. After a argument broke out, Tony agreed to go and get help, things finally started to look up for the two.
A few years of tony being sober him and Steve had gotten married then a few months later they had adopted a beautiful newborn babygirl named (Y/n), tony and Steve feel in love with her the moment they saw her, the social worker allowed them to take her home. With a bit of research tony found out her mother died from child birth and the father he was out of the picture when (y/n) mother told him she was pregnant.
Everything had been going good, (y/n) was now 2 years old and learning to speak more, tony had been busy at the tower a lot, was what he told Steve since he barley visited anymore. Steve and tony had a apartment in Brooklyn, since that was what Steve wanted to be at, tony agreed wanting his husband to be happy.
Night time-
Steve ran around the play room of (Y/n)’s trying to catch her, his voice rang out through the room, “I’m gonna catch you!” laughed Steve as he heard the giggles erupt from within his daughters mouth as she stumbled around the room trying her best to run away from her rather so that he wouldn’t catch her.
Steve slowed down a bit so that he wouldn’t catch her right away, this was her favorite game after all and whenever she got caught Steve found himself trying to cheer up her pouty face afterwards.
“I’m gonna get you, you better run!” Steve repeated again with a gaint smile on his face. Out of breathe (y/n) pauses in her footsteps causing Steve gaint hands to grasp around her small waist, as corrected (y/n) lips formed into a pout, heavy puffs of air exited from out of her nostrils and her chest moved up a down a bit in a fast motion.
“Hey now!” Steve says, “No pouting princess.” Steve adds a kiss onto her small nose causing the small two year old to smile showing off her two front teeth and three bottom ones. “You know what princess, let’s go call daddy!”
(Y/n) laughs and claps her hand in excitement, tony was daddy to her and Steve was papa to her, “Dada! Dada! Dada!” (Y/n) chants out loud earning a cheek kiss from Steve who wore a smile on his face. Seating her in her walker Steve watched her for a few seconds as she played with the toys attached to the walker before he went over to the room across from her’s, which was her bedroom and unplugged the rose gold iPad tony had bought her a few months back.
Unlocking the iPad Steve went over to the face time button and walked back into the playroom (y/n) was in still playing with her walker, typing on Tony’s name the iPad began to ring.
One ring sounded, then two, then five before tony had picked up.
“Heyyyyy baby!” Tony voice slurred and at the moment Steve knew he was drunk, their was no music blasting in the background so Steve knew he wasn’t having a party.
Not wanting their daughter to see tony like this Steve left the room and stood in the hallway, by the door way glancing back at (y/n) before facing tony on FaceTime. “What the hell tony!” Steve hisses out with an angry face, “I thought we were past this stage?!” Steve was furious. After all those months of being away from Steve to get sober, tony gets back into heavy drinking.
“Oh no, no, no steve!” slurred tony.
“You don’t get to say that!” Steve wasn’t having any of Tony’s drunken behavior at the moment. “Say what?” asked Steve with a additude.
“You don’t get to say if I’m done with this-“ tony paused holding his drink up towards the camera, “If I wanna drink I’m gonna drink all I fucking want and you ain’t gonna stop me!” yells tony taking a large gulp back of his glass.
“You know what tony, I’m not doing this with you right now, not with our daughter in the room I’m standing right outside of. Call me when your sober.” Steve says just before hanging up.
Taking a deep breath Steve heads into the playroom sitting on the floor beside (y/n) on his knees and gently grabs her body taking her out of the walker, sitting her on a small bean back Steve grabbed himself one as well and sat down on it, turning on the flat screen tv Steve turned to channel 258 and saw bubble guppies were on.
While both of them watched the show Steve could hear the familiar ding coming from the iPad, deciding to check after the 10th ding Steve felt his heart stop, their on the screen displayed pictures and videos of his husband tony kissing and fucking his ex girlfriend pepper.
In that moment Steve felt his heart break more then it was already, stopping the tears from falling Steve turns the iPad off his heart pounded in his chest and his mind was racing.
Tony cheated on him.
He was cheating on him.
And with his ex girlfriend pepper as well.
Tony looked at (y/n) a single tear rolled down his cheek and he was quick to wipe it away just in time as (y/n) looked up at him and pointed to Molly on the television screen.
Steve couldn’t do this to her, he couldn’t let his daughter have someone so destructive in her life, someone who might break her heart as fast as tony has just done to him in a matter of minutes.
Steve knew tony had to be gone, he couldn’t have tony in his life, not now, not ever. Picking up his phone from out of his pocket Steve dailed up a number before hitting the call button.
After a few rings someone picked up, “Steve. Buddy, you alright?” Bucky voice rang out through the phone music blasting loudly behind him.
Bucky was out at a club with his roommate and and his wife Nat and Clint. Nat was Bucky’s student back in middle school, he would teach her as well as the other female students in ‘Madam Red, Red Room Girl School’; Nat was his favorite student, she was a faster learner and good listener but he left the Red Room Girl School because he had to return to his own school, Hydra.
Hydra was a strict place, normally bad students of all ages went their hell even some grown up would go there and they would be taught to respect or get punished. Bucky learned to be emotionless around everyone their, the other teachers were scared of him because of his arm and temper.
Bucky’s arm was metal. He had lost it in a train accident a few years back when he was riding with his best friend Steve to visit Steve’s old crush Peggy’s grave, sadly the train was hijacked and crashed. Many people died that day Steve was alright which was a relief to Bucky, but Bucky ended up with his arm pinned under the train, a huge peace of glass stabbed into Bucky’s top arm so when it was lifted off of him it sliced his arm off.
Bucky learned to live with his metal arm, he wasn’t all that comfortable with it but he was thankful for it. “Bucky. Please come over, i-i need you.” Steve voice broke over the phone and Bucky being his best friend that broke his heart, his friend sounded so broken.
“I’m coming steve, hang on!” Bucky says before hanging up.
Finding Nat and Clint seated at the table in the V.I.P station he quickly told them he had to go, “Why?” Nat questions, “Steve.” was the only word which left Bucky’s mouth. Clint and Nat were to quick to follow, Nat knew of Steve’s daughter and since her and Clint had a hard time of having their own children Nat took every moment she got to see (y/n).
Nat was the godmother and Bucky was The Godfather. Both of them adored (y/n), that’s actually how they reconnected. It was at the welcoming party tony was hosting for baby (y/n).
Flash back-
Tony laughed with Clint in the corner of the room about something about how tony was gonna spoil the heck out of the kid. Steve sat on the couch surrounded by toys and clothing his friends and family bought him. Nat sat across from him holding (y/n) in her arms as the child slept.
“She’s so cute.” says Nat as she glanced down at (y/n)’s peaceful sleeping face, “Yeah, she is,” replied Steve as he stared at the small soft locks of (h/c) hair which accompanied the small head of hers. “I wish me and Clint could have a baby, you know?” Nat says looking up at Steve who nods his head in understanding, Nat had been pregnant once but some reckless women had slammed the door against Nat stomach causing her baby to die as well as make her unable to have children.
“You could always adopt, like me and tony.” says Steve but Nat just shakes her head no, “It wouldn’t feel the same, you know?” and in understanding once more had Steve nodded his head.
“Steve.” greets a voice behind Nat, Steve and Nat looked up. Bucky wore a plain white button up and had it rolled up to his elbow, a pair of dark blue jeans and converse covered his body.
“So this is the little princess?” smiled Bucky in questioning before Steve replied, “Yeah this is she, the little princess in all of her glory.” laughs Steve with a small smiled graced over his features.
“Mr. Barnes?” Nat asked with a shock look on her face.
“Miss. Romanoff?” smiled Bucky before clearing his throat, “Or should I be saying, Mrs. Romanoff?” Bucky says noticing the wedding ring which laid on her ring finger, Nat smiles at her old teacher before taking a glance at her wedding ring, “Actually it’s, Mrs. Barton.” Nat clarifies, “I took his last name.”
“I wonder who the lucky guy is.” chuckled Bucky as he looked around the room suddenly a man, Clint, walks up from behind Bucky and sits beside Nat greeting her a kiss on the cheek, “That would be me.” Clint responded with a wide smile across his face.
He was proud to have Nat as a wife, that much Bucky could tell.
“Well you are one lucky man.” says Bucky, “I remember when Nat was just a small girl going to puberty, saying boys were stupid and not for her. One time she even claimed only girls were the gender she would date.”
“Oh stop it Mr. Barnes-“ Nat says blushing slightly with a smile on her face as Steve and Clint laughed at the tale, “Your embarrassing me.”
End of Flash Back-
Clint drove the car as Nat sat in beside him, in the passengers seat, Bucky sighed dropped his phone onto his lap and Nat glanced back at him. Ever since her and Bucky reconnected, and he started to live with her and Clint she couldn’t help but worry for him.
The way he explained his life and how hydra basically ruined his life in the past after he quit, she had reason to be concerned for the dark haired male. “He still not answering?” Nat asked which Bucky replies with a shake of his head.
“I’m worried Nat.” Bucky says, “What if he’s hurt? I mean he has (y/n) in the apartment with him; What if she’s hurt?” Bucky says.
Nat knew Bucky really cared for (Y/n) after all she really cared for the little girl as if she were her own, “Bucky I’m sure everything’s fine.” says Nat; “Yeah come on Buck-“ Clint says trying to lighten up the mood, “I’m sure Steve is either stuck watching cartoons with the little bugger or she’s giving him a hard time to put her to bed.”
Clint smiled at Bucky in the rear view mirror which Bucky returned with a small side smile, “Yeah your probably right.”
Meanwhile-
Steve had been on the phone with a lawyer named Nicolas Fury, he was a divorce lawyer and was a bit surprised when the famous Steve Stark called his phone late at night.
Steve explained his situation and even though Nicolas said he needed more of a couples therapist instead of lawyer Steve stated very clearly, “I can’t do this anymore sir, with all the respect I understand what your saying but I fear for the worst. He was sober for a whole year and a couple of months then he’s suddenly back drinking not only that but he cheated on me sir, that isn’t something a child should be around.”
Nicolas understood he to was married once to a women named Maria Hill, she and him had a child and divorced but not for any drinking reasons, Nicolas had to cheated once and with a co worker at that, but not just once many times. It was just the 5th time he was caught by his wife and kid when they walked in on him pounding his co worker in the living room.
His now teenager son barely spoke to him, as well as Maria but they learned to co parent Michael, their son. Now Maria was married to a man named Phil and he happily filled in the row Nicolas knew he wouldn’t get back anytime soon.
“Alright Mr. Stark-“
Steve cuts Nicolas off, “Rogers. Please call me Rogers.” Nicolas clears his throat, “Well Mr. Rogers, give me a call in the morning I will email you my office address and you come drop by, tomorrow I shall have you and Mr. Stark a copy of the divorce sheets all you need to do is sign them and make sure Mr. Stark has a lawyer. When we meet me and Mr. Starks lawyer shall look over the details that the judge sees fit and that would be all.”
“Alright Mr. Fury sir, have a safe night and goodbye.”
“Likewise Mr. Rogers.”
And with that both men hang up on each other. Now all steve had to do was wait until tomorrow.
Should he call tony and inform him that he’ll need a lawyer because he wanted a divorce? Probably, but all Steve could think about was, ‘Is Pepper still over?’ ‘Is he still fucking her?’ ‘How will he take the news?’
All these thoughts floated around his head, but hearing the sound of light knocks on the door knocked him out of his thoughts, making his way towards the door Steve peeped from out of the door way, spotting Bucky followed by Nat and Clint, Steve let them all in.
The front door was held open by Steve witch gained the three adults attention, “Hey guys.” greets Steve; and Nat was the first to rush forward. She had thrown her arms a could his head and hugged him which he returned, steve really needed that hug with all the emotions running through him and everything. “I’ll go check on (y/n).” Clint says as he walked in and towards the back room where (y/n) sat in her play room half asleep on her bean bag with a bottle of warm milk in her hands, “Me too!” Nat says as she pulls away from Steve and follows her husband towards the back.
Closing the door behind Bucky once he stepped inside of the apartment Bucky wrapped his arms around his best friends neck and that’s when the wave of emotions broke, steve could feel himself bursting with all of the emotions he held inside since he saw those pictures and videos.
All Bucky could do was hold his friend and stroke his blonde locks of hair, confronting him the best way he could, just like when they were children.
Meanwhile-
A drunk Tony pounded his cock into deep into Peppers wet vagina, her moans filled through out the rooms as Tony’s cock filled her up, all she could do was wrap her legs around his waist and moan out in pleasure as she clawed at his bare back.
One moment tony had invited her over to catch up, next they were going through the old videos and photos they shared with each other and had stored in Jarvis database while sipping on some liquid, next thing not to long after both of them were drunk and fucking each other.
“Oh tony!” moans out Pepper, “So good baby, so fucking good!” she says while gasping outt in between hard thrusts from tony. “Yeah you like that baby.” moans out Tony, “Yeah I know you like it baby. You’ve always been such a kinky boy steve!” groans out tony.
Pepper stopped her morning once she heard tony groan out Steve’s name instead of her own, pushing him off of her she got up from the bed with a huff, “What the fuck tony?!” she yells in anger but tony was to drunk to care of realize his mistake, he held his cock in hand pumping it at the sight of her naked body, “Ah steve, baby.” hisses out Tony nearing his climate, “Get your pretty little ass over here and suck this cock.”
Pepper held a look of disgust before she began to get dressed, just when she had thought tony was getting up to apologize she turned around upon hearing movement only to see tony now on his knees staring straight at her asshole while jerking off.
“Such a good asshole, steve.” moans out tony closing his eyes soon after as his semen comes flying out onto his chest and the bed sheets, groans left his mouth as well as pants. Pepper had gotten dressed and left tony alone in his own climax, she was unsatisfied, a bit drunk, and anger. Getting in the nearest cab Pepper left to go to a bar to go and get lucky, while tony laid on his bed fuzzy minded from being drunk and just climaxing.
Tony was to tired to care about pepper leaving all he cared about was thinking how his husband Steve just gave him the best sex ever. And with that tony fell asleep, with his semen still covering him and the bed.
My boyfriend talks in his sleep and because he’s bilingual, he says some hilarious/weird/sometimes creepy shit. I ask him every morning if he remembers saying this stuff and he has no idea about any of it.
Here are some of my favorites:
-”Babe, can you please turn down the brightness of your skin” -After stealing all of the blankets: “This is my right as a human” -After I take the blankets back: “I don’t want your freedom, America. Just blanket” -Sometimes he just says “Hello?” as if he’s answering a phone call -One night he just said “Cabbage” which is weird because he doesn’t know the english word for that when he’s awake. -After spooning me: “You have a nice butt” -”Who is that in the corner?” (terrifying) -”Watch out for the red lady” (even more terrifying) -Sometimes he will say things in German and it sounds like he’s speaking Parseltongue -One time I actually think he said something in Parseltongue -One time he talked about buying a ticket to “everywhere” and then just said “hello?” after two minutes of silence -And my all time favorite: ”This is MY yogurt, Satan”
Pansexual Monster Girl 