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lokistemptress · 3 months ago

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Feedback - Janet Jackson

Tony Stark x Reader

I wrote this almost two years ago, and I never intended on publishing it, but I’ve gotten into marvel again and now I have a page dedicated to it, so might as well start off with a bang.

Warnings: smut, tony stark is a warning ig, spanking, talk of vibrators, it’s not anything crazy in my opinion but another girls vanilla is someone else’s freak.

For some reason tonight, you didn't want to be the jealous one. You wanted him to touch and fuck and look at you the very same way you had been imagining all night.

The gala started at around sunset and wasn't over until everyone was too drunk to remember where they were. You had worn the sexiest dress ever. It left little to the imagination, yet was a torturous garment in every other way. It was a satin dress with an open back. A string of pearls and diamonds holding the garment together in the back. The cool crystals lit your skin on fire as you continued to think about all the nights before with Tony. It was getting to the point you couldn't handle it anymore. Hell, you'd let him take you on the living room couch in front of everyone if it just meant you could come for him. What you didn't know was that Tony was doing this all on purpose.

He invited you to his Gala. Ordered your favorite food and wine. Let your favorite sort of jazz music play delicately in the background and he was ignoring you. He was playing his favorite game. Being a tease. The jazz music eventually faded out to a sensual classical music that made Pepper laugh. She knew what his assignment for the night was. Get you in bed by 4 AM. And it was now nearing the stroke of midnight and you two hadn't spoken once. Pepper ate the tiny green olive that had been left over in her drink before setting the cup down on the bar in front of her. "What are you playing at?" Pepper smiled knowingly. Their relationship at one point in time had been very sexual and romantic, but then her sexy Brazilian partner came back into the picture and she respectfully left Tony Stark. He wasn't jealous of her newfound relationship and neither were you. Now you had an actual shot with Tony. But then came a stupid 'mental rule book' that you mutually agreed to in a stupid heat of the moment deal when things seemed a bit too… Romantic.

"I think you should talk to her." Pepper states as she admired the way you danced with another man you hadn't had the energy to learn the name of. Tony had been so busy ordering glass after glass of whiskey, wasting time, that he hadn't realized what was happening behind him. "What makes you say that?" he asks after swallowing a small piece of ice. "I like the game we're playing. Seeing who can break first," He continued explaining. Pepper suppressed a smile. Her Brazilian babe sat on the other side admiring the photos of his children with an older women and her husband. A great partnering opportunity. Sure, Pepper knew not to get involved in your relationship. It wasn't her sort of thing. But then again that would be a lie. She liked being the gasoline to your fiery relationship. It gave her and you something to converse about during the days where you lounged by the Brazilian CEO's pool, who's name you only recently found out was Eduardo. Or Eddie for those who were friendly with him. "Do you remember how you said her mouth would get her into trouble some day?" Tony smiled as he swirled his drink around. Unlike everyone else, he was leaning against the table rather than sitting on the stool. "I do. It's where her nickname Trouble came from." he sighed contentedly. He glanced around before leaning in to hear her better. "Why? What did you hear?" He was so invested and curious as to what the woman he had been seeing for the past few months was saying. "Nothing actually," Pepper explained which upset the older man. Then what was she on about then? "It certainly isn't her words that are going to get her in trouble." Peppers eye contact with Tony broke as she glanced behind the Stark Industry CEO and at the young adult partner he had been fucking most recently. Tony eyebrows furrowed and he turned to search in the same direction as Pepper was looking. Pepper took his turn as the signal for her to leave. She ordered up another drink and was gone before Tony had even actually found his girl in the crowed.

When Tony turned around, he hadn't seen you. Not yet. But when he finally did, boy did he wish he hadn't. You danced with a man he was sure you didn't know the name of. Little did he know he was correct of course, and you also barely knew what the man looked like as well. Tony watched you with an almost sick satisfaction. You didn't look nearly as thrilled as you would have if he had been the one you were dancing with, and Tony knew that from experience. He turned to tell Pepper he was going to leave to Y/n but his voice got caught in his throat when he realized almost everyone at the bar was gone. Except for Pablo who served drinks like a mad man. He probably was. Tony downed the rest of his drink before cockily making his way over to the girl he was desiring the most right now. Typically he would have waited for her to make eye contact and then finally sneak off with her when he felt like she had enough. But he really just wanted to break her bratty attitude.

The man she was dancing with was certainly taller than Tony, who was already rather tall. However he didn't have anything Tony had. You could feel the hard on poking through his leather work pants. Wasn't big in that department. And his arms were wrapping around you all wrong. You almost felt guilty for putting on a show like this. But you couldn't deny the eyes and the lights and diamonds glittering on your body didn't make you feel like a fucking Goddess who just needed a good fuck tonight by the only man who could do such thing. She just wanted to push the guy away and run right into Tony's arms. Only Tony beat her to it.

Y/n had been facing the younger, blond, and taller man. The man could literally only focus on Y/n in that moment. She twirled around her hips gyrating against his dick making the man do his best to hold back a moan. That's how good she was. Seriously good. And she was Tony's. Y/n's eyes glazed over the angry and tight jawed CEO waltzing over to her out of the corner of her eye. She pressed herself even harder against the man in front of her, now having their chests touching. Her hands ran all along his broad shoulder, exploring the unknown skin. He was wearing a simple half-unbuttoned black work shirt. Unbeknownst to Y/n, he lost his tie earlier in a game with another women currently being fucked somewhere else by some other man right now. Y/n kept dancing even when another set of hands rested on her hips. Even more gentle but with a sense of possessiveness that made her head spin. The unknown blond man's eye's roamed all over the dancing girl in front of him and he hadn't even noticed Tony Stark. His eyes were glued to the bouncing breasts on Y/n's chest that were pushed up with the aid of a sexy bra that Tony gifted her a few weeks back, instructing her that if she wore the matching bra and panty set for another man he would be killed. It made heat rush through Y/n. "Excuse me," Tony grumbled. He wasn't in a good mood. He couldn't think properly right now so if this man didn't get off his pretty girl, Pepper would need to put in an order for a new white carpet since it would end up being stained with the dude's blood.

Yeah, Tony had issues.

"Excuse me," Tony restated. He didn't like repeating himself but he understood where the guy was coming from. Hell, he'd been in his position multiple times before. But he didn't want some random man who doesn't know what a clit is to touch his woman. "huh? oh." the man looked up from ogling your chest which made you snicker. The man in front of you's hands were lower on your waist, almost touching your ass. Tony knew how to hold you, one hand possessively on your hip while the other was on the side of your stomach. once Tony knew he had the other man's attention away from his girl, he pulled you away. "This is mine. Go find someone else to look at. Touch her again and I'll ruin you in every was imaginable." There was probably a hundred other things Tony wanted to say and do to the man who thought he could have you. but that could wait. He had a sweet pussy waiting for him in about ten minutes that was calling his name. "Now get the fuck out of here!" Tony barked. His voice almost raised high enough that it almost was louder than the classical music cascading throughout the mansion. The blond, who couldn't be more than 29 backs up abruptly. "S-Sorry Mr. Stark."

"You didn't have to do that." You sighed dramatically. "He would have done anything I asked of him." Tony scoffs. "I would too." you wanted to ask him really bad what you two were, but that situation would have to come back again a lot later than sooner. Right now you just wanted everything he had to give.

People often wondered if the two of you were dating in a similar manner as to how you felt. No, you were not exclusively dating. But this primal and public show of possession and dominance over your every move surely proved something to onlookers. That and the fact he had bought you countless amounts of lingerie for just the two of you. The photo of the both of you in your early days of meeting each other always sat in the hidden pocket of his work jackets, and a small Polaroid of his hand hands covering your tits you took in selfie mode. Oh yeah, and the vibrator he engineered perfectly to match everything you liked. From the speeds having three perfect ones. One for teasing, low vibrations that gave you just enough pleasure it was annoying. The second speed, being the one he uses when he fucks you and presses the vibrator against your clit at the same time. Or maybe while he was eating you out. It wasn't slow to where it bugged the shit out of you, and it wasn't too fast to where you could cum from it alone easily. It was just right and Tony made sure of that. And lastly his favorite level for when he's really feeling like being a brat tamer, for putting you in your place. It was just higher than the other one to where it would send you into complete shock and silence. It would make you cum just from it by itself. Which was a whole other level of annoying since it told you that you were no where near done being fucked.

It made you blush like a teenager when he first showed you the gold and pink vibrator. The perfect mixture of who the two of you were. And then the different buzzing modes. You could go all the way from consistent to five seconds apart. You knew if he put you on a mode, you were not walking tomorrow morning.

There had been something so addictive about Tony that kept pulling you back. Even though you agreed that feelings couldn't ever get mixed up in all this. In case he didn't come back from a mission or there was secretly another man in your life that treated you better. It baffled the fuck out of you when Tony thought of you being with another man other than him. You couldn't even think another man was attractive when it came to Tony.

While you were thinking away, lost in your own thoughts Tony was thinking his. And yes, they were not polite in anyway. He thought of how the pearls would look on the floor in a mess in his bedroom. He thought of having you ride his cock, cause you just do it so gracefully. Head thrown back as moans left you unadulterated and completely scandalous. These sick fantasies of his didn't stop, he didn't want them to stop. But he would much rather have the real thing happening right now. Just for him, all for him. Tony wrapped his arms fully around you. His head buried into your neck where he sucked a singular hickey. He could taste the sweat on your skin from all the dancing you had been doing for another man. "What do you say we get out of here gorgeous?" his breath fanned against your neck and the scent of him being so masculine, the whiskey on his tongue and lips formed something beastly inside you. Without another thought or expression of self doubt you were following the man to his bedroom like you did at least twice a week. Sometimes twice in a day, and sometimes twice in two hours.

Your giggles echoed around the elevator as he hoisted you up against the freezing steel wall. His lips brushed against yours. Your legs were splayed out on either side of his hips, practically begging for him to fuck you there. But no, Stark had some more class than that. He wanted his bed. He couldn't believe he was leaving his own party and not coming back. he knew he wasn't coming back the moment he saw you dancing with brad. or chad. or erik. or kyle. or whatever the fuck the blond thing was named. "I just need you so bad." You hissed. His hips ground into your own. The tent in his pants only restraining him more as he let you grind against him. The satisfaction of how much you were willing to comply was getting to his head and boosting his ego. A pretty girl like you, all ready for him. A dream come true.

The elevator dinged and he tore you away from the wall and pulled you into his room. He left curtains opened. He liked fucking with a pretty view in front of him and an even prettier girl under or on top of him. And tonight, and hopefully forever it was you.

Tony dropped you onto his bed. He ravaged your body. Your thighs especially. When he learned you felt slightly insecure about your thighs, he knew he had to show them some special attention. He had you stand up while he was behind you sliding his cock in between them while the both of you stood in front of a mirror. He loved every part of a woman. Especially every part of you. To him you were like a puzzle. Sure, some pieces were missing but that didn't take away from your utter beauty. He felt bad for all those years where you lost the pieces, but thankful that he had you now and he could look for those pieces for you. Put them back together for you. So he gave you good memories for each thing you disliked about yourself.

You didn't like the thickness of your thighs, then he'd have to fuck them in front of a mirror while you watched. And he'd play with your clit and praise you for being so fucking pretty like the sinister man he was. A lot of the world thought of Tony Stark, or better yet Iron Man as a hero. You thought of him as a sex God.

Tonight you could feel was a little different than usual. He wasn't completely pissed off. "I need you." You whined. He hadn't stopped kissing and licking at your neck. "I bet you do." he dismissed. He slid himself down your body until he was once again resting between your thighs. "I need to show this pussy who she belongs to don't I?" he asked. He didn't need your response to know that was exactly what you needed, but you gave it to him anyway. "Yes sir." you moaned. He pushed the hem of your satin dress up until it layed in a pile around your hips. You whined and sighed above him. His arm rested against your hips to hold you steady as he admired the pretty panties he picked out just for you. "Knew you'd look s'good with these on baby." his pet name made you keen in pleasure. "Please Tony." he didn't even know what you were begging for, he'd give you just about anything right now. But then again, there was that damn show you decided to put on for everyone. He sat up and flipped you over easily. He readjusted the dress on your hips. You were confused as to what he was doing. "To-"

"Shut up." he ordered. Your mouth shut on command. At least you were listening to simple tasks. He climbed on top of your legs, holding you down from the knee and down. He could feel the gentle kicks of your legs letting him know you were unsure of whatever it was he was going to do to you. And he didn't seem like it was fuck you. He doesn't like the restriction of clothing, which led you to another, more striking form of foreplay. "tony wait-!" you called out but he brought a hand down against your lower thigh anyway. "Safe word?" he asks. you decided on the color system, red for stop, yellow slow down or wait a second, and green for good. "green, but-"

"then listen when i tell you to shut up." his voice was louder now than the last time, assuming it was because you hadn't listened. You stopped talking and took every hit he gave you. He switched back and forth between your thighs and the plumpest parts of your ass. You had hoped the panties would obstruct some of the blows but it hadn't, and it maybe even made it worse. The lace was irritating your skin and for once in your life you were certainly debating about ever wearing something Tony ever buys you again. Your ass was on fire by the time he decided he was done. It had only been ten smacks on either side, but the lace panties made the hits feel worse but better. Your panties were probably soaked through by now. "You alright?" Tony asked sliding off from your legs. You whimpered out and Tony took on your posture as well as the slick between your thighs that had accumulated due to the spanking. "Perfect, let's just take all these off of you then darling." he assisted you with taking off the dress, keeping on the matching panty set. He wasn't done playing with her yet. once they were both were mostly naked he let her lay on back. Tony was other worldly in pleasuring a woman. It was because of his cocky demeanor. His whole reputation would come crashing down around him if he couldn't please a women good enough for her liking. That, and he just thoroughly enjoyed having his ego boosted while having a women writhing in pleasure because of him. Killing two birds with one stone.

Tony was in the mood for some teasing and so he kissed along the band of the panties. he could smell your arousal through the thin material. when he couldn't handle it anymore, he pressed a kiss right over your clit. his arms resting on your thighs just like before. "God, what is your obsession with being down there?" you asked. "First, listen when I tell you not to talk. Second, this is my pussy and i decide when she gets pleased. Which according to my laws, is all the time." he joked almost too seriously. you let yourself fall back onto the bed and took whatever he was giving you. Letting out moans whenever you couldn't hold them in anymore. His bedroom was sound proof, no one could hear you. You weren't sure if you would have cared if the whole Gala heard you moaning like that for him. Tony hooked his fingers under your panties on either side of your hips and pulled them off ravenously. He did not rip them in anyway though, he was careful. He knew he wanted to see you in the same pair very soon. Very, very, very soon.

He was met with your slickness right in front of him. He died and went to heaven for a moment. He moved closer to your pussy drinking in everything about you. Your hands flew down to his hair where you tugged him impossibly closer. He only gave you one warning before he started devouring you with everything in him. "Don't cum." and then his tongue was running through your folds. "oh!" You moaned. Despite the build up, it was a shock to you every time he layed his tongue on you. He gripped your thighs on either side of his head tightly making sure you weren't escaping his mouth like you tried to do every time. You roll your hips against his tongue, eyes closed in pleasure. Sometimes in moments like these he would completely take your breath away, to the point where you forgot to breathe, forgot how to breathe. It was bad, but so good. His lips attach onto your clit and suck on it slowly. Letting his tongue run over it, over and over again. You cried out again. Back arching against his bed. On arm reached out and pressed down on your lower tummy getting you to relax again as he let go. "Tony..." you panted. He had only started 30 seconds ago and you were feeling ready to combust. You felt the tears pooling behind your closed eyes but you were determined to not cry from the pleasure. Not yet. He brought you to tears quite often from the head he gave. It was another insecurity you had when you first got into trouble together like this. All the guys you had been with before never wanted to put out for you. Your sex life had been down to only three dudes, none of them had ever given you head and one never fucked you. He only wanted head. And the other one. Well, he was a no body. So you had no prior experience to what head was supposed to feel like so going from nothing to mind shattering, world ending head was pretty chaotic. Which explained why you ran from it so much.

"I need you inside me Tony." you breathlessly heaved. You managed to shift onto your forearms as you glanced down at Tony who had ignored your comment and instead continued eating you out like you were his last meal. "Tony, if you don't stop I will cum," she gasped. Tony pretended like he heard nothing and that she was obeying his orders on being quiet and inserted a finger inside her. He loved the feeling of how easy it was to slide right in. Same days, she needed more prep but tonight this was a much expected and worked up event. Her hips shuddered underneath him when he curled them relentlessly inside her. Constantly hitting a spot that made her eyes roll back (much to tony's self pleasure). He silently agreed though, he could feel her slight contractions around his singular digit and knew she was going to come. so the only thing Tony could think of, was making it harder for her. "Looking so beautiful. Taste so good for me too gorgeous." he praised. Y/n whined and shook her head. he was playing a dangerous game, and she couldn't stave off his win for long if he kept going.

"Could spend days in between these legs of yours. Tasting my girl." the way he kept calling you his was igniting flames inside you hotter than any fire on earth. you would have given him another warning but instead, you prepared for the worst. denial. Your hips whined in beat to his fingers’ thrusts as he continued lapping at your clit going back and forth between kitten licks and long thoughtful swipes. Your thighs clenched around his head hoping he'll let you off easily. Instead he used his strength and spread you back out for him. His fingers retracted and he pressed your legs up so your knees were almost touching your chest. he was fucking ruing you with only his tongue now. If you think Tony Stark was a genius, billionaire, playboy, extraordinaire... You'd be correct.

After a few extra seconds of running his tongue up and down your slit to his hearts content he looked up at you. Your head thrown back forehead glistening with sweat and your bangs sticking to your cheeks and forehead. He reaches up and slid the fingers that had been knuckle deep in you was then shoved into your throat. You tasted the salty taste of yourself. It wasn't your favorite. You preferred the way he tasted instead. The both of you would rather give than receive which created problems for the both of you. and 69 was just too boring and basic and one of you always got carried away distracting the other and the pleasure then became only one way. after Tony whole heartedly believed you had sucked all your juices off like the good girl you were, he made sure you knew. "good girl, princess." he purred. He kneeled from his position between your legs, hands both finally being removed from you. You felt empty and extremely wet from all the fluids that had been licked clean from you which produced more and more the better he had you feeling. Tony helped you take your bra off, perfect tits falling out just for him. he remembered the kid from earlier tonight and he was angry again. he made sure to give each plump breast an equal amount of attention before he removed his own underwear. He had licked and sucked fresh hickey's all the way from your neck to your thighs. dark purple marks bruising and glistening with his spit and your mixed in arousal as the lights dimmed to a more sensual aura. Tony pressed his lips against yours again. Both needing the reassurance the other was actually there, live and in the flesh.

Nothing scared you more than Tony's second job, of course he had many. But the Iron Man, that one was terrifying you the most. Sometimes he'd leave for weeks and he wasn't able to contact you in anyway incase the enemy caught wind of him or the texts. Especially when he was in enemy territory. But he was back with you now and you missed him like a mad woman. "Ready for me?" he asked. his voice hoarse despite drinking you all up a moment ago. "yes, please tony." you gripped onto his shoulders, nails digging in deep while he aligned himself to you needy cunt. no condom. yeah, it was a bad idea. but there was this mutual agreement that went almost unnoticed. You were on birth control, and he often bought morning after pills just in case you didn't feel right about it. But there was this weird feeling the both of you had. Like no matter what happened, you knew the perfect person to raise a child with was the other person. Was it totally psychotic and crazy. Yeah. did it make you fall for each other even more every time feeling each other naturally with no barrier. Fuck yes. Tony's hand fell beside your head gripping the sheets roughly until his knuckles turned white. His other hand was resting on you hip. He slid his hand down to your lower thigh and pulled the leg over his hip to get a better angle. the other leg on the other side followed pursuit shortly after. "fuck me good tony," you sighed as he slid into you completely for the first time in weeks. The both of you let out deep groans at finally feeling each other again. The initial stretch was always the worst, especially after being away from each other for so long. It felt foreign and brand new all over again. Why did work have to take him away so much and why didn't he want to bring you along? Okay sure you could die.. But Milan, Italy was just right there calling your name for fashion week and you missed it! Damn it Tony.

"Fuck Tony!" You whined. he rutted his hips into you making sure you felt every inch of him nice and deep, every vein. He wanted to feel every part of you that's for sure. Your nails scratch down his back as you both get lost in the feeling of each other. Both grunting out praises toward one another. Tony Stark was a nasty, dirty, mother fucker. He pressed kisses all along your cheeks and face and chest just showing his love and care for you. He made you feel so sweet and special. His hand on your hip dropped down to your stomach where he pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing it in gentle circles, a huge contradiction to the way he pounded into you. He did this all while saying the sluttiest words he could think of. "Letting me fuck this pussy so good, keep coming back. Can't bring myself to even look at another woman." you didn't know what that meant but he was probably just pussy whipped right? “Fuuuuck… Don’t ever want this to end. Might not let you come so I can keeping fucking you… huh? Don’t shake your head, I’d bet you love it if I used you all night long…” You couldn't let yourself dive down deep into what his words possibly meant when you were seconds away from cumming around him. "G-gonna cum for you. Please can I come Tony?" You whined, eyes squeezed shut as the tears of pleasure rolled down your sweaty face. "Course baby, I’m not that mean… tonight." your back arches up to touch his. His head buries in your neck. "gonna fill you baby, give you everything you worked so hard for tonight." his breath caught in his throat at the feeling of you cumming. Your moans get even more sporadic and higher in pitch. "That's right baby. My good girl. Such a pretty baby." it didn't take long after that for Tony to finish after you, promising to give you everything he said he would.

He stayed still for a moment letting himself relish in the feeling of being inside you for a little bit longer before pulling out. He begins to get up but you grab his wrist. "Gonna start a bath for you." he kisses your temple sweetly. "I don't want a bath. I just wanna be messy." you joked clumsily, tripping over your words as you tried to express yourself. "I know. Maybe some other time okay." he leaves the bedroom and to the connected bathroom he disappears into. You could hear the sound of the rush of running water as he starts the bath. Bath time meant you weren't supposed to spend the night. He would get you to calm down and relax. take some time to yourself and then he'd give you a new outfit to wear home and then you'd be gone and back again some time within the next few days. You wished the dynamic worked a little bit differently. Like maybe seeing each other everyday. You didn't need the sex, yes it was the perfect addition but it was just that. An addition. You two were good friends and there had been a spark there since you had met. But that's all it ever was. A spark, a good friendship, and eventually heartbreaking friends-with-benefits. Except the benefits only made it ten times harder to be away from Tony. You only hoped he felt the same way.

Of course he did though. bath time meant he got to just sit and admire you and you tried falling asleep only for him to wake you up. He got to shower you in kisses and fancy bubble soap and then dress you up all nice and pretty for hundreds of people to compliment you on an outfit he bought for you. He just wished it was more. So, so, so much more. Like a relationship. But you never gave him any signs that that's what you wanted from him. So he didn't push. He would one day but that day wasn't today and he was okay with that. There would be a day where the conversation arose between the two of you and the situation could no longer be ignored. Either that or a baby. And he was pretty sure you were on birth control. Right?

Right?

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So like this has nothing to do with my master list, or any of the characters I write for but here’s an introduction. I think my formula of writing smut is tasteful, blunt, yet has a lot of minor mentions and dances around things. Remember: I wrote this in 2023 when I was 17… so if you don’t like it that’s why.

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teddypines · 2 months ago

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Building Lego's

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Summary: Peter and Y/N bonding over Lego's. Tony being a proud dad while Clint and Nat tease him about it.

Peter Parker + Reader x Irondad. Use of Y/N for Reader, Fem!Reader, Use of she/her pronounce. Both Peter and Y/N are around 15 years old.

Not proof read

Notes: This was meant to be a Peter Parker x Reader story, but this wrote itself and i think it's kinda better this way. Words: 1303

Picture from the internet, just look up orchids and you'll find it.

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Interning with Peter was always fun, the banter, building things together with mister stark and just hanging out and learning together. It was all great, but lazy days at the compound were better than anything else. Luckily today was one of those days. Mister Stark had an unannounced meeting with S.H.I.E.L.D. so he gave Y/N and Peter one of his credit cards and the day off. Along with some clear instructions to get something to entertain themselves with. The two did train a little before going out with mister Starks card in hand.

Only once at the lego store the problems started, because Peter started to feel guilty. He was having trouble spending mister Stark’s money on something for himself.

“I mean he did say to get something to entertain ourselves with. Mister Stark said it is okay.” Y/N said in the hope it would reassure Peter about spending a couple hundred bucks on a Lego set. “I know that, but this feels so wrong.” Peter answered as the both of them looked up at the shelving filled with Lego sets.

“Like, we don’t really need these to entertain ourselves. We could just watch a movie or ask Clint to play Uno with us.” Peter added, making Y/N sigh. She grabbed one of the Star Wars sets off the shelves, pushing the set in Peter’s arms. “Peter, Mister Stark doesn’t mind, truly doesn’t mind. He knows we don’t spend his money recklessly.” Y/N gave Peter a soft smile before continuing. “If you’re still unsure I can call Mister Stark for you.” Peter held the set in his arms, eyes looking at the pictures as he thought.

“No need. I’ll just get this one.” Peter answered after taking a moment to think. “Great! You get this one and I'll get some other sets.” Y/N quickly grabbed two more Star Wars sets off the shelves along with four botanical sets. “Do we want some of the Animal Crossing sets too?” Y/N asked to which Peter replied. “No, I’d rather have the Ironman helmet set.” Y/N grinned and quickly grabbed the set before going to the check out.

Y/N paid knowing Peter was doubting buying the sets all over again. So about 600 dollars and four bags of Lego’s later the two left the Lego store.

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“Which one should we build first?” Y/N asked as she carried the bags inside the compound. “Obviously the biggest one first.” Peter answered as he set his bags down onto the table. Grabbing the Star Wars set from the bag and immediately opening it. “Great idea, I'm going to build the orchid first. I can put it in my room here. Then I don’t have to worry about it not being watered and dying.” Y/N followed Peter’s lead and grabbed her set so she could open it.

They quickly gathered some snacks and drinks before really starting on their builds. “Okiedokie, drinks, snacks and timers ready.” Peter checked as he sat down. “Let’s see how long this will take us.” Y/N answered as she opened her box. Putting all the little baggies onto the table in order. They both knew that they could have asked FRIDAY to time the building for them but setting timers was part of the fun.

For a good two hours the two of them busied themselves with munching on snacks and building their Lego sets. They chatted a little in between, but the main focus was on the building. “Do you think Mister Stark would mind it if we kept the sets here on display?” Peter asked, breaking the silence. "Probably not.” Y/N answered as she clicked two pieces together to make a leave. “He would probably be proud to put the sets on display.”

It was a little weird how close they were to Mister Stark but neither of them really minded. For Peter it would make more sense since he only had his Aunt May and Tony was like a dad to him, But Y/N didn’t really know. Not that she had to know, but sometimes things got confusing in her head. But it was nice to know that Tony cared for the both of them, no matter the form.

“He would probably put the helmet in his office or maybe in the lab, so he can taunt Bruce with it whenever he gets bored.” YN continues to build. A weird little ache inside her as she spoke. “He would do that wouldn’t he?” Peter responded. Knowing this is most likely what would happen. “Who would do what?” Tony asked as he walked up to the table. “Owh… Just that you would proudly display the Ironman helmet Lego set we got when it’s finished.” Y/N answered, slowly traysing the edge of her glass.

“Yeah, I would. It's a cool set and I would be proud to display any Lego set you two would build here in the compound.” Tony smiled, he wanted to say more but got interrupted.

“Because that is what a good dad does.” Came from the hallway as both Clint and Natasha walked into the room. “and Clint would know what good dad behaviour looks like.” Natasha added with a sly little smile on her face. They knew how Tony felt for the teenagers. They knew adoption papers were laying in a hidden compartment of his top desk drawer.

Tony looked back at the two agents, a little shook. Peter and Y/N went a little quiet as they nervously looked up at the adults.

“Well it would be a good dad move, yes.” Peter agreed with Clint after he felt brave enough to break the silence. Y/N nodded her head, she agreed with Peter. “But I’m not their dad , just their mentor. Like how you are with Kate, Clint.” Tony responded. His feelings are a little twisted and the knot in his stomach tightening. Nat gave Clint a look before turning to the teens. “He loves you two, that won’t change. He would proudly display anything you two make. From Lego’s to science projects.”

Clint patted Tony on his shoulder before taking Nat to the kitchen for some snacks. They both were kinda trying to send him secret messages through mind reading. Not that any of them could read minds, but they tried. Tony just rolled his eyes before sitting down at the table with Peter and Y/N. “Don’t mind those two, they are just silly agents. Now what are the two of you making?”

“I’m making a big ass ship and Y/N is making an orchid.” Peter answered with a big smile on his face. Glad the subject was now back on the Lego instead of emotions. “It looks more like my arc reactor.” Tony commented while looking at the plant pot. Y/N smiled a little and turned the plant pot part a bit to get a better look at it. “It is just the plant pot, but I can see what you mean. It sort of looks like your arc reactor in a way. a weird way, but a way. Tiny arc reactor.”

Peter and Y/N continued with the building and chatted with Tony until dinner. It was nice and relaxing to spend time with each other like this. Tony liked it so much that a few days later he had put all the sets that they made on display. He even ordered new sets for Peter and Y/N to build as decorations for around the compound. The Ironman helmet did indeed go to the lab to be on display there. He was proud of the creations his kiddos made, even the ones that were just to be built and looked at.

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