#pepper potts x reader

[purrtylilith]

How they would act if they have feelings for you

**Natasha Romanoff**: Becomes more attentive, protective, and occasionally lets her guard down, showing a softer side.

**Maria Hill**: Tries to maintain professionalism but occasionally slips in small gestures of affection or extra support.

**Yelena Belova**: Demonstrates a mix of teasing and genuine concern, making an effort to spend more time together

**Kate Bishop**: Acts subtly flustered, blushes, and tries to impress you with her skills and knowledge.

**Carol Danvers**: Shows a strong and steady presence, always there to support and uplift you when needed.

**Pepper Potts**: Becomes more involved, offering guidance and showing interest in your endeavors.

**Wanda Maximoff**: Becomes more vulnerable and opens up about personal struggles, seeking comfort and support from you.

**Sharon Carter**: Becomes more attentive, making an effort to spend quality time together and showing genuine care and concern.

[romanoffshouse]

Natasha: How dumb does Pepper think you are?

Tony: Sometimes she leaves me pictures of food instead of a shopping list.

[waltermis]

Stripper

Y/N: Hey mom! Hey dad! Momo, Spidey boy. Have a good day, you guys.

Pepper: We already did that.

Tony: It's 3:30...

Morgan: How are you just waking up?

Y/N: I set my alarm for noon. I must've slept through it. I was working late promoting a new club. Oh, by the way, here is the insurance money.

*hands Pepper a wad of cash all in $1 bills*

Pepper: Thank you...

Peter: A lot of singles in there.

Happy: What exactly do you do at this club?

Y/N *sarcastic*: Oh, right. 'Cause I'm a stripper, Happy. Hehe...

*silence*

Y/N: OH MY GOD! Do you really think I'm a stripper?!

*Pepper drops the wad of cash*

Everybody: No.....

Rhodey: Yes!!

[lesbian-deadpool]

Y/N: *Picks up the phone, wanting to make a call*

Tony, on the phone: I can't wait to be with you! I'll sneak over as soon as Pepper picks up Morgan. I'll just tell Y/N I'm going to be doing laundry for a couple of hours.

Steve, on the line: Laundry, huh? Is that my new nickname?

Tony: Aww, you know what your nickname is, Mr Big-

Y/N: AHH!

Y/N: *Slams the phone down onto the receiver*

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Actually Asthmatic

Summary: Reader comes to work despite being sick and pepper makes sure you’re ok.

TW: asthma, fever, overworking, sickness lol

Pairing: pepper x Platonic!Reader

Words: 2.5K

A/n Part two coming soon (part two will have natty and wands >:). Also, so much has happened since I posted last and I’m so sorry it’s taken this long. I’ve been super busy with uni. But… I got a girlfriend :) I also have a ton of uni work I have to keep up with and I have like no time for anything now. But I will do my best to keep writing. So expect my updates to be a bit more spaced but I’m NOT giving up on this account :)

Living in a dorm was an interesting thing. You had a room, kitchen and bathroom to yourself, but it was lonely.

You knew you were in for a rough time when your lab partner came to a lecture sick. Not only that, but they were coughing … a lot. You knew no matter how hard you tried you were bound to get sick and mentally you resigned yourself to your new fate.

Lo and behold the next day your throat hurt, but it was manageable. Another day passes and your head had begun to feel like it was stuffed with cotton. A truely lovely experience. To make matters even better, you had three classes and work today. Your shift at stark industries was something you couldn’t miss even if you wanted to.

Pepper was coming to check on your branch of the company and you needed to be able to show her the numbers at the meeting you were both attending. You needed to prove it hasn’t been a mistake to hire a collage student with crippling debt and insomnia to run a branch of what was probably the most successful company in New York if not the world.

You flipped the page on your textbook and bit back a sigh. There was still an hour left of class and the world seemed to be against you, time was moving slower, and it felt rather personal.

You rested your head on the table and tried to block out the droning of your collage professor, he was a great guy, but your head felt like it was being run over by a bus and your cheeks were warm and your fingers cold.

You must have drifted off at some point because before you knew it someone was nudging you. You groggily sat up and squinted into the light, a frown marring your face.

“Y/n/n, get up. Class is over.” It was one of your friends, you gave a half grunt and looked around.

The lecture hall was quickly emptying out and so you grabbed your bag and textbook and stood, swaying slightly.

“Whoa. You good?” Your friend asked and you nodded mumbling something about standing up too fast before beelining for the door.

You bid goodbye to your friend at the train station and boarded the tube that would take you to work.

It was about a five-minute walk from the train to stark industries, but the cold weather that threatened your lungs working in tandem with your asthma and what you were now beginning to think was the start of a nasty chest infection, made it seem like hours of hiking through the amazon after dark.

You adjusted the backpack on your shoulder and waited for the train to slow, the next stop was yours and despite it being the quiet carriage there was still the loud sound of train tracks passing under making your head feel like a drum being beaten by a tone-deaf monkey on steroids.

The train almost had pity on you as it slowed just as you thought the monkey had found an amp to make his music ‘better.’

You stumbled off the platform and hurried up the steps to the footpath. The crowd jostled you and you felt more than desire to just let the ocean of people sweep you out with the tide.

But you forged on. So did the monkey.

You must have looked like death incarnate by the time you arrived at the lobby. You were flushed at the very least and you could hear the wheezing in your breath as you took in air by the lungful.

You scanned your keycard once you had located it in the mess that was your backpack. Stepping into the clean white walls of stark industries made you feel like a racoon in an upper-class neighbourhood.

You made your way to the elevator that would take you to the board room and finally paused to catch your breath which was now just a string of wheezes. You knew that because the look the lady at the reception shot you was one that was a mix of concern, confusion and pity.

Your throat was raw, and your face was congested as well as your chest. You sounded like you swallowed a frog, and the frog was also now sick and subsequently congested.

When the lift arrived you thanked Stark, who was your own personal god that there was nobody else in it. You stepped in and lent against the railing after thumbing the button for your floor with what was probably more force than necessary.

You sat back against the cool metal bar and watched the numbers climb higher and higher as you approached the master board room which was also the same floor as peppers office. A place you rarely visited except when you had the quarterly board meeting like today.

As the lift pinged and the doors slide open smoothly you stepped off and gathered your bearings.

You caught sight of a door at the end of the hall with peppers name on it and smiled. She was also one of your own personal heroes. She worked like a horse and kicked ass like an avenger all while wearing heels and a smile that said, ‘don’t fuck with me before I’ve had my coffee’.

You navigated your way to the board room and cracked the door a bit. So far there were a few people in there and it was still early. You smiled at the unfamiliar faces and sat down.

You didn’t know any of them yet and so you kept to yourself as you and the others waited for pepper and the rest of the companies branch managers and board members to come in.

After a bit pepper entered looking as swauve and elegant as ever. She took her seat at the head of the table and took note of the empty chairs with a small frown.

“It seems some people are still absent, so we’ll wait for a bit until the numbers are more … concrete.” She said with a smile drawing a few laughs from around the room.

You kept your head down, but your eyes kept straying back to pepper.

After a few minutes of you being sat there doodling in your notepad, the meeting started.

You paid attention to most things but once you had presented your numbers you had more or less zoned out. At one point you caught pepper looking at you closely and decided to try and pay attention again.

But the meeting droned on and soon your chest felt tighter and tighter. Your face flushed with the effort of suppressing a cough. The wheeze that had left you in the elevator had seemingly returned and you were doing your best to keep it quiet.

Your eyes looked around the room for an escape and you caught pepper looking at you again. She looked worried.

‘Are you ok?’ She mouthed and you nodded but she looked unsure.

You decided to leave, just to step out for a moment to get some air and let your lungs do their thing.

You waited until all eyes were back on the man presenting before slipping out the door.

You beelined for the bathroom which were luckily empty with everyone currently on the floor in the meeting.

You braced yourself by placing your hands either side of the sink and let out a string of deep chesty coughs. The wheeze got worse, and you cursed yourself for leaving your asthma inhaler in your backpack in the board room.

The coughing still hadn’t ceased, and it seemed the attack was making it harder to catch your breath than normal.

You barely registered the door to the bathrooms being opened and the sound of high heels click across the floor in hurried steps.

You felt a hand press between your shoulder blades as someone drew slow circles on your back. Someone was telling you to breathe and you recognised the voice.

Pepper.

You felt something being pressed into your hands and looked down to find a glass of water.

You gratefully took a sip and found it soothed your throat pretty well.

After a second, the fit ended and you just had the wheeze to worry about.

“Are you alright?” Pepper asked looking worried and trying not to fuss over you.

You shot her a weak smile.

“I’m ok.” You grinned unconvincingly. She gave you a look you assumed tony often received and caved. “I’m sick.” You rasped.

“I’d have never guessed.” Pepper joked rolling her eyes and guided you by the shoulders out the door.

“Where are we going?” You asked still holding the water.

“Well, you need to rest, and the board can handle the rest of the meeting. I want you to get that cough looked at and i have some emails to check. So, we are going to my office, you are going to lie down and I’m going to get some work done.” Pepper said with a smile, and you looked at her like she had hung the stars in the sky.

“Thank you.” You mumbled.

“That’s quite alright honey.” She smiled and then her brow crinkled as if she just noticed your wheezing. Which spoiler alert… she had.

You avoided her eyes as she scrutinised you closely. After a second her pace slowed and yours matched it before she stepped in front of you and placed a hand on your chin. She tilted your head back to look at her and met your gaze with a motherly worried expression.

“You’re wheezing.” She noted.

“And you’re pepper potts.” You said back looking nervous.

“Yes.” She deadpanned in response. “Y/n, are you … asthmatic?” She asked and you looked away.

That was enough of a response for her as she sighed. “Wheres your puffer sweetie?”

“Back in my backpack in the meeting room.” You mumbled.

“Alright here’s what we are going to do. I’m going to get you set up in my office and then go and get your bag for you.” She said and resumed her pace to her office.

When she arrived, she scanned her keycard and opened the door. It was an amazing office. Floor to ceiling windows in a corner room made the whole space perfectly lit with natural light.

You stepped inside in awe, and she guided you over to an expensive looking blue couch with a fond smile.

“You stay here, I’ll be right back.” She said and you grinned and nodded still star struck.

You could see the New York skyline from up here, the city bustling below.

You had barely blinked by the time pepper had returned.

She handed you your bag which you took and thanked her again.

“Now take whatever you need to and try to get some rest, I’ll be at my desk just there if you need anything.” She said with a smile, lingering to make sure you took your inhaler.

After you had uncapped the small blue device and administered the medicine, she gave you a curt nod and headed to her desk.

Almost as soon as your head hit the soft fluffy throw pillows on the couch you were out.

The next few hours were spent toeing the line between sleep and wakefulness. At one point as you dozed you heard pepper talking to someone on the phone before you returned to sleep.

Pepper had sat down to get some work done but had barely typed out one email before her eyes were back on you. You seemed so small in this moment. Just a young adult, you reminded her of peter. She wanted to make sure you were ok and the small wheeze coming from your lips made her worried.

Your face was slightly flushed, and pepper was sure nobody had been messing with the room temperature controls. Feeling maternal, she picked up her phone and punched in the number for Bruce’s lab. Better safe than sorry.

After a short conversation with Bruce in which she relayed your symptoms, he decided he wanted to see you to run further tests and rule out pneumonia. Pepper had looked over at you and agreed, you had been sleeping for nearly four hours now and seemingly weren’t doing much better, and including your asthma she didn’t want to risk anything.

Bruce and pepper agreed to bring you to the avengers' tower to check your lungs and maybe put you on a nebuliser to be safe as the wheeze was still lingering.

When the phone call ended pepper stood from her desk and walked over to the couch, gently she sat down beside you and nudged your shoulder. You groaned and rolled over trying to escape.

Stifling a giggle pepper placed her hand on your arm, frowning when she felt heat radiating off you. She paused and then lifted her hand to your face, laying the backside of her palm to your forehead and feeling for a fever.

Finding what she was looking for, pepper gently rubbed your arm again.

“Y/n? Honey, you have to get up. We’re going to the doctor sweetie.” She said softly and you whined and buried your face in the couch.

“Tired and don’t wanna move.” You mumbled into the cushions.

“You can lean on me the whole way to the car, alright?” Pepper said carding her hands through your hair.

“Okay.” You mumbled and blinked your eyes open to look at her. The haze of fever was settled in and the pink hue of your cheeks made you look both dazed and cute.

With peppers help you stand up and lean into her side. She had already called happy to bring the car around and he was going to meet you both out front.

With your bag slung over one shoulder and you curled into her other side, pepper slowly began the trek back to the lift. The board meeting had ended hours ago so it was just the two of you left on the whole floor.

After a slow and sleepy trip down to the car pepper got settled into the backseat with you so she could keep an eye on how you were fairing.

Your cheeks had darkened slightly, and she felt your forehead again as happy peeled out of the car park. Your fever had definitely risen, and she frowned as the glossy look in your eyes was increased ten-fold.

Part two coming soon :)

[amber-michaelson]

One true parent

tony flirting with pepper: when the kids are away the parents do play

pepper: 'giggles'

yn and peter standing behind them: we're right here

tony throws bottle at them before running away: the demons have returned

steve: shit

tony as he runs past: language

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Second Chance - Chapter 7

Master list

Warning: affects of chemotherapy treatment, lack of appetite, fatigue, body aches

Note: a lot of this chapter is based on my own personal experience with the disease. As I've learned chemotherapy effects everyone very differently. The type of chemo the reader is on is based on her type of cancer but the treatment plan may not be 100% accurate.

Relationships: Yelena x Reader, Avengers x Reader (Platonic), Wanda x reader (Platonic), Tony x daughter!reader, Pepper x daughter!reader

Word Count: 2.9k

“Breakfast smells wonderful darling,” Vision said, with a quick kiss to Wanda’s temple. Eating wasn’t something the android needed to do, he gathered energy from the mind stone. Sometimes, she would see him try a small bite of food to understand the appeal of it.

“Thank you,” she said. Even though he didn’t eat, he would always compliment her on it. She knew she didn’t have to cook for the team, everyone had their individual space and the ability to cook their food. But it was Wanda’s way to bring everyone together and to ensure everyone was eating. She grew up in a war-torn country where food wasn’t the easiest to come by. Three meals a day was a luxury. She knew what it felt like to be hungry and as long as she was around, no one would know that feeling.

As the common area began to fill with the sound of silverware against plates and the chatter of the plans for the day, Wanda smiled. Her family. She never thought she’d be here. With the death of her brother, her time at the RAFT, and 5 years of her life taken from her, she felt undeserving of a happy family. Her eyes fell on Yelena, Kate, and America. The trio were laughing about something but she was surprised you weren’t with them. She frowned, setting down her cup of coffee, and excused herself.

The AI must have sensed her urgency because the elevator wasted no time getting her to your floor. She knocked a few times on your door but it remained shut. She opened the door and saw your kitchen empty. Walking towards the direction of your bedroom, she saw you in bed still fast asleep. She knew you overdid it yesterday. Quietly, she walked to the side of your bed and sat in the space. “Sweetheart,” she gently rubbed your back. “Can you wake up for me?” It took a moment but you groaned and your eyes blinked open. “Good morning,” she said. “Breakfast is ready, do you want me to bring you some?” You shook your head.

“Not hungry,” you mumbled, closing your eyes. That worried Wanda. You barely ate dinner and she doubted you ate anything when you met your floor mates. “Why don’t I go get you a protein shake?” You were already falling asleep when Wanda left your room and went into the kitchen. She saw a box of strawberry Ensure that was mission one. Grabbing a bottle and a sleeve of crackers, she walked back into your room. You were in the same position she left you. However, when she set the food on your nightstand and sat back down on your bed, your eyes fluttered open. “I brought you an ensure and some crackers. Can you promise you’ll try to drink some of it?” You nodded.

“Promise,” you mumbled, eyes closing again.

“Let FRIDAY know if you need anything, okay?” You hummed that you understood. Wanda sighed and left your room, gently closing the door behind her. While she walked back to the common area, she was lost in thought of the possibility today you not getting better.

“How is she?” Vision asked when she returned to her spot with Vision, Natasha, and Bucky.

“How did-?” She cut herself off. It was the mind stone. It gave him life and her powers but also a deep connection between the pair. Wanda sighed, glancing at the Young Avengers who were now entertaining Morgan. “She’s not doing well. She barely could keep her eyes open and she wasn’t hungry.” Natasha took a sip of her coffee.

“We should tell Pepper and Tony, they’ll want to know.” She kept her hands wrapped around the mug as she stared into the dark liquid. Wanda kept her powers from venturing into the Black Widow’s thoughts. Instead, Bucky gently hit his shoulder against hers.

“What’s on your mind, doll?” He asked. The Black Widow sighed, setting her mug on the counter.

“I just hope one of us is a match,” she said. “Not sure what will happen to this tower if she doesn’t pull through.” Wanda wondered if the Russian developed the ability to read minds as those were the same thoughts and fears running through her mind.

“Miss. Easton is a remarkable young lady,” Vision said. “She will pull through.”

“Yes she is,” Wanda confirmed. “But the body can only go through so much.” She saw a brief moment in your mind when you touched her powers. There were a lot of light and happy moments that you held onto tight but there were emotions inside you that Wanda knew too well. Guilt. Anger. Sadness. A small dash of loneliness. The witch was worried those emotions were going to win.

*

With Wanda’s update regarding how you were feeling and a much-needed break, Pepper told Tony she could go check on you. She was hoping that a little more sleep was all you needed and you would be back to your normal self. Tony hid it well but the news Wanda told them worried him. Unfortunately, when Pepper entered your room, you were still asleep in bed and the food Wanda left you remained untouched. The CEO sighed and sat on your bed. “Hey honey,” Pepper softly spoke. “Wakey, wakey” you groaned and flopped onto your back. Your eyes blinked open and you rubbed sleep out of them, keeping our arm across your eyes.

“Hi,” you whispered. Pepper smiled.

“How are you?” You shrugged.

“I’m okay,” the CEO took your arm off your face and gave you a pointed look. You sighed. “I’ve been better.” Pepper chuckled.

“You need to eat and drink something.”

“I did eat,” she glared down at you.

“Both items Wanda left you are unopened,” you frowned. “You have to eat something, sweetheart. Your old man is starting to worry.” You giggled but nodded and sat up. “What do you want?”

“Ensure and my water bottle,” Pepper grabbed the two bottles and handed them to you. You took a few slow sips of your water then opened the ensure. Your nose scrunched as you brought it to your lips. A shiver went down your spine as took two big gulps and struggled to swallow it. You shook your head and put the cap on the bottle. “I won’t be able to keep down anymore.” You said, taking a few more sips of your water.

“You did a great job, honey,” she praised and placed your water bottle back on the nightstand. “Try the crackers in a little bit and I’ll put the rest of this in the fridge.”

“Thank you, Pepper,” you lay back down. “And tell Tony I’m fine,” your eyes started to close. “This is normal.”

“Normal?” She questioned. You hummed, nodding your head.

“Double dosage,” you yawned. “Kicks my ass every time.” ‘Did she just say it happens every time?’ Pepper thought. If you were affected this badly by your normal treatment, how was Plan B gonna affect you? She wasn’t sure if Tony or Morgan or even herself could handle it if your condition got worse.

The CEO was snapped out of her thoughts by your quiet snores. The CEO sighed, stood up, and gently ran her hand over your head. “You’ll overcome this,” she said, kissing your forehead. “You can’t come into our lives, turn it upside down, then leave.”

*

“I want Y/n to have dinner with us,” Morgan pouted, moving her barely-touched spaghetti into the bowl. It was tradition for the family of three to have dinner together on their floor. But Morgan refused to eat until you were there, putting on a little hungry strike.

“We told you, little miss, that she isn’t feeling well,” Pepper said. The girl huffed, throwing her fork down and crossing her arms.

“But she was fine yesterday. I don’t understand. She said her doctor made sure she was healthy,” Tony sighed, whipping his mouth with a napkin. “Why did she lie?”

“She didn’t lie, pumpkin, sometimes we have days where we feel good and other days not so much,” her pout remained. “Do you remember when you got sick last year? You felt better and played with Lila and Nathaniel all day but the next day you felt all sicky again.” He explained. His youngest slowly nodded.

“The same thing is happening to Y/n,” Pepper added.

“How about this, you eat your dinner and I’ll go check on her and no you can’t come,” he said quickly, shutting down the idea that he saw turning in her head. “Eat your food, squirt,” he kissed the top of her head. “Your mother worked hard on it.”

“Give her a hug for me,” Morgan spun around in her chair. “And, and tell her I want another story. And I want to play fair princesses and-”

“Dinner. Eat,” he cut off his daughter before her rambling got too out of hand.

As Tony took the elevator to your floor, his heart started to beat against his chest. He was nervous. What if you didn’t want to see him and turned him away? What if he messed this up and you no longer wanted him to be in your life? Sighing, he opened the door to your small apartment and ventured towards your bedroom. He was surprised to see you sitting up in your bed with a sketchbook. You smiled. “I was wondering when you’d be down to check on me,” the billionaire chuckled and sat down by your feet. Your knees were bent so he couldn’t see what you were drawing.

“Can I see?” He pointed to the sketchbook. You bit the end of your pencil as you thought about it.

“Sure but it’s not at all finished so don’t judge it too hard,” you handed it to him. He stared at the outline of Morgan while she was playing with some of her toys. “I know it’s not great but -”

“No,” Tony said. “It’s great. You are incredibly talented,” he handed you back the sketchbook. “You drew the pictures that are hung up in your living room.” You nodded, earrings a part of the drawing to redo it.

“Yeah, National Geographic used some of my drawings for an article,” you smiled. “I have the edition somewhere. I’ll show it to you.” He remembered reading about your love for drawing in one of Jessica’s letters. She bought you one of those deluxe art sets with paints and crayons for Christmas. Out of all the toys you received that year, the art set was your most played with gift. Tony imagined spending time with you in his lap as you drew him blueprints for new inventions. Maybe it could happen when you were feeling better. “I’m okay, Tony,” you said, closing your sketchbook. “Just part of the process.”

“Well I’m here because Princess Morgan has a message,” you sat up straighter at the mention of the younger girl.

“Oh and what does her majesty say?” Tony chuckled at your serious tone. “This is not a laughing matter, what does the princess request?” Even you couldn’t keep a straight face and let out a few giggles.

“The princess declares she wants to play fair princesses, another story, and,” he paused. The next request was complicated but he knew FRIDAY would inform his 4-year-old that he didn’t tell you everything. You raised a questioning eyebrow. “And she wants me to give you a hug.”

“Oh,” you squeaked, not expecting it but you recovered and smiled. “Are you going to give me a hug?”

“Do you want a hug?” He countered. You titled your head.

“Yeah, I think I’d like one,” To say Tony was shocked was an understatement. You wanted a hug. A hug from your father that wasn’t in your life but now was. Tony stood up and held out his arms. You hesitated, placed your sketchbook on the nightstand, and hugged him. The billionaire wrapped his around you and felt you let out a shaky breath. He couldn’t help himself and rested his chin on the top of your head.

“You’re a fighter, squirt,” he whispered. “You’re gonna get through this.” You ended the hug, eyes glossy from tears but you refused to let them fall. Instead, you let out another breath and chuckled.

“Squirt?” You questioned. Tony shrugged.

“Testing out nicknames for you, how do you like it?” You scrunched your nose.

“It’s okay. Let me know if you come up with something else.” He chuckled.

“Understood,” he kissed your forehead. “Come get me if you need anything.”

“I will,” you whispered.”

*

You watched him leave your room and when you heard the door closed you slumped back into bed. Tears prickled at the corner of your eyes as you still felt his arms around you. He smelt like spaghetti and coffee, and he was so warm. You wished he was still hugging you but it made you miss your mom even more. The way she also smelt of coffee from long days at the courthouse that she tried to mask with her floral perfume. With a sigh, you stood up and made your way to the kitchen, your sketchbook in your hand. You knew you weren’t going to be able to keep the ensure down so that left you limited options. Yogurt, no. Oatmeal, no. Applesauce, maybe. You grabbed a small apple sauce, and vanilla protein powder, and sat down at the island. You put about 2 tablespoons of the powder into the apple sauce and mix it up.

Starring at the spoonful, you contemplated your life choices and ate it. Yup, it was not good; tasted like metal even when you were using a plastic spoon. But you managed to eat all of it. Once you cleaned up, you decided to move onto the couch. With a Disney movie on and your sketchbook on your lap, it was a nice change of scenery. You took a break from the drawing you started of Morgan and began a new one. It was the picture you took of the Blonde Black Widow from your outing together.

You couldn’t help it but this image plagued your mind. You thought about it constantly not just the image but her. Her warmth. Her smile. Her sense of humor. Everything about her made your heart skip and stomach drop. Oh, you were in trouble.

*

It was morning when your door opened again. You slept on the couch, too tired and achy to move back to your room. You smirked when you saw America and Kate. “I feel like I need to lock that door,” you said. “Everyone just keeps coming in.” America giggled.

“Well, we come barring gifts.” She said, walking over to the couch with her girlfriend. They sat down around the table and you slide off the couch to join them on the floor. America set a board game on the table called A Ticket to Ride and Kate began to take out snacks from plastic bags. Pretzels, crackers, and a few breakfast options. She set an electrolyte drink in front of you.

“What are you guys doing?” You asked.

“We thought we could keep you company since you aren’t feeling well,” Kate said. “We can leave if you want us to.” You shook your head.

“No, this is great,” you said. “So, how do we play?”

*

“Did she eat anything?” Tony asked the couple when they walked out of the elevator. Kate shook her head.

“She drank an electrolyte drink we got her but nothing.” So with Kate and America’s attempt to get you to eat something not going to plan, Tony found himself in med bay with Helen on a video chat with Dr. Carpenter.

“When was the last time she ate?” Your doctor asked, leaning forward in his office chair.

“FRIDAY, can you give us a list of everything she’s eaten in the past few days?” Tony asked the AI. The AI was quiet for a second as it collected all the data.

“Miss. Eaton’s last full meal was breakfast the day after her chemotherapy appointment,” which was almost 48 hours ago. “Since then she’s had half of an ensure, some crackers, and apple sauce with protein powder,” Tony watched the man think, head moving side to side.

“Okay, if she doesn’t eat tonight we’ll hook her up at an IV- hydration fluids and a low dosage of steroids,” he turned to his computer. “I’ll prescribe her some steroids that she’ll need to take before her next treatment. Can you weigh her before you start?” Helen nodded.

“We’ll get her all set up here,” she said.

“Before we go, I want to thank you for taking the time to talk to us,” Tony said. “But is she like this after every treatment?” Lucas sighed, placing his chin in his hands.

“I am going to tell you something about your daughter, Tony,” he started. “When her mother died, she cut everyone out of her life. If she didn’t send me a postcard every once in a while, I would have no idea if she was alive,” the billionaire frowned at that. “So, she’s used to dealing with everything on her own.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Because I don’t know,” he admitted. “Even as her doctor and friend, she told me the bare minimum of how she feels. Like I said, she’s very stubborn and it may be her downfall.”

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[lokislittlemidgardian]

Designer baby

Content - age regression, cg!tony, cg!pepper, designer labels, wealth (obviously), dummy use, fruit, bottles, cuddles, tooth rotting fluff, don’t like don’t read.

Summary - some days your mommy and daddy can’t help but spoil you.

Authors note - I don’t even remember how I started writing this I just felt the need to be spoiled with the nonexistent money I don’t have so I wrote about people that would, reblogs are greatly appreciated I worked quite hard on this one, I hope you enjoy<3

Tony stark and pepper Potts were not short on money.

Very far from it.

You knew that they would go to spectacular lengths to make sure you were well taken care of but you never thought that they would go this far.

As soon as you stepped foot out of your bedroom this morning you were greeted with the sight of glowing fairy lights, new toys, some new clothing and tony and pepper laying out a selection of personalised clothing.

What on earth were they up to?

“Good morning baby” you heard pepper say brightly walking over to you and taking you hand in here leading you over towards tony.

“Morning mommy” you yawned skipping over to tony keeping hold of peppers hand “hey skippy” tony chuckled lifting you off the ground and placing you on his hip.

“Morning daddy, what’s this?” You giggled kicking your legs to signal towards the empty boxes and packages strewn across the floor “well angel we thought we could have a spoiling princess day today, how does that sound”

He didn’t even have to ask, you loved days like these and it was very clear to them by the excited squeal that you let out.

“I think that answers our question tony” pepper chuckled picking up some of the discarded boxes and putting them to the side.

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A few hours later you had played with each of your new toys more than once, and named all of of your new soft toys, your favourite was a small black kitten that you had decided to name shadow.

There were only 3 problems, the first one was you were so caught up in playing that you had forgotten to have any fluids or anything to eat, the second one was that you hadn’t gotten changed out of your pajama’s yet and the third was you felt in desperate need of your dummy.

This was the only problem about days like these, the two of them had done so much for you and you didn’t want to bother them with anymore.

You didn’t have long to stew in your thoughts because a few seconds later your tummy let out a light growl.

“Oh no, tony it looks like we’ve forgotten to feed our little baby!” She gasped getting up from her space on the floor “it looks like we did, I think we also forgot something else” he chuckled gently poking your pajama trousers with the telly remote.

“How about I go and get the little rascal something to eat while you get her dressed” pepper chuckled placing a kiss on your forehead before making her way to the kitchen.

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A few minutes later tony had dressed you in your favourite Burberry jumper and a pair of black leggings and fuzzy brown socks.

Making your way back into the kitchen on Tony’s hip you saw pepper place down a bowl of your favourite fruits. After tony helped you into the wooden chair he picked up a tea towel and placed it into your jumper as an extra precaution in case you spilt anything.

After he helped spoon the fruit into your mouth he went over to the sofa where another package was awaiting.

“Do you wanna open this one princess?” He asked signalling for pepper to come over “yes please” you smiled reaching for the package that had been loosened by tony so you wouldn’t need to use that much effort.

Pulling out the package you saw a white box with a new baby bottle inside, an Armani baby bottle.

This one was clearly peppers work they intricate design up the top of the bottle would have caught her eye.

“Thank you!” You squealed reaching up to give a cuddle to your mommy and daddy listening to them chuckle proudly at your manners “it’s okay angel we’re glad you like it.”

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While tony washed and heated up your bottle pepper brought you to lie against her chest on the sofa while she gently eased the dummy into your mouth while you waited for your bottle.

“Thank you mama” you whispered behind the shield nuzzling into her blonde locks “it’s okay my love” she whispered back placing a kiss on your earlobe.

“The wait is over your royal highness” tony said in a very poorly executed posh accent presenting you with the bottle before passing it to pepper making you shriek with laughter.

Once she replaced your dummy with the bottle you immediately began drinking down the milk, after a few minutes you felt the effects of the milk catch up with you and you felt yourself grow tired.

“It’s okay little have a little nap if you need it you’ve had a big day” tony smiled looking at you with loving eyes.

Once you finally succumbed to sleep tony and pepper were left in silence looking down at you “god she’s adorable” pepper laughed watching your nose wiggle in your sleep.

“She sure is, our little designer baby.”

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[lesbian-smart-water]

being pepper’s dom means forcing her to go against her natural instinct. it means hiding her heels and nice clothes the moment she walks through the door. undressing her in public restrooms and pinning her against the sink. stroking her clothed pussy underneath the table during a board meeting. making her wear a vibe or a plug in public. anything to get the uptight ceo off guard and melted into your perfect little puppy

[p-taryn-dactyl]

What about Tony Stark x daughter! reader who's dating someone (Could be Peter, but doesn't have to be) and Tony makes some sort of sex joke when talking to the both of them, but doesn't realize his daughter is asexual (the joke made her a tad bit uncomfortable) and it ends in her coming out to Tony? If not that's totally okay, ty either way! <3

a/n: hi!! Thank you so much for this request!! I love writing asexual!reader, it makes me all nice and warm inside :) i headcanon tony as being the most accepting father ever so yes i am projecting during this fic lol. The joke in this fic is more of an off handed thing, like an innuendo maybe, because i don’t think tony would openly joke about the devils tango with his child word count: 1.1k

The loud conversations of the other patrons of the restaurants did little to hide the sound of your beating heart. Nerves on edge, you folded your napkin over and over, almost ripping it until you felt a warm hand covering your own. Looking up, you saw the concerned yet comforting expression of your boyfriend. Peter smiled at you and you felt a small part of your fear melt away. Taking a deep breath, you entwined your fingers with his, squeezing slightly. Everything would be okay, nothing could go wrong tonight. Your dad loved Peter, he saw him as a son long before you started dating him. 

“I think I hear him,” Peter whispered into your ear, squeezing your hand, “Let’s do this before all my bravado melts away like the ice cream we’ll have for dessert.” 

You laughed slightly, your eyes going to the front of the restaurant, watching as your dad joked with the hostess before walking arm-in-arm with Pepper towards your table. Peter stood up as they approached, pulling out a chair for Pepper. He stared at Tony awkwardly before slowly pulling out your dad’s chair for him. Pepper hid her smile behind her hand as Tony sat down with a false sense of haughtiness. You stifled your own giggle at Peter’s expression as he sat down, looking at you with wide eyes before turning back to address your parents. 

“Mr. Stark, I-”

Tony held a hand up, pausing Peter’s train of thought. Your dad leaned forward, hands clasped in front of him as he looked at Peter over the tinted sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose. 

“Kid, I’ve trusted you in my lab, with my bots, I’ve trusted you with a suit to help the world. All I need to know is if I can trust you with my daughter?” 

Peter nodded rapidly, seemingly stunned, a flush rising up his neck and cheeks. You covered his hand with yours, once more holding hands. Tony followed the movement with his eyes and after a minute, nodded and took off his sunglasses. 

“Well, my part is over. Pep?” 

Peter now looked genuinely terrified. You smirked slightly as you took a sip of your water, you knew your mother was an intimidating woman, you’ve seen politicians lose their poise just from one raise of her eyebrow. Peter’s eyes were wide as Pepper adjusted her silverware, waving out her napkin before laying it on her lap and bringing her eyes to meet Peter’s. Your boyfriend audibly gulped. You and Tony made eye contact before returning your attention to your respective partners. 

“Let me be very clear. You make my daughter happy. If, and I mean every word, there is a day you let that happiness be broken because of your actions, you will regret it. I have friends in high and low places and if they can’t deal with you, I will do it myself.” Pepper finished her speech with a sip of the red wine you had ordered for her. Peter looked like he was about to pee his pants. He stuttered out a reply. 

“If I ever break her heart, I’ll gladly accept your wrath, Ms. Potts.” 

Your mom seemed to like that answer, as a wide smile grew on her face. 

“Wonderful! Now, let’s look over the menu, I’m starving.” 

As you looked over the menu, zoning out as you scanned over the options, you heard Peter and Pepper fall into a conversation over his schooling at MIT. A nudge against your calf made you look up at your dad, who was looking at you with a question in his eyes. You read it perfectly. 

You okay? 

You nodded, smiling softly before returning back to the menu. After a few moments, you decided on a sushi roll with lobster and mango as well as a side of gyoza. A waitress came over and took everyones order with ease before walking away, leaving your family to comfortable conversation. Mostly talking about school and secret hero business, you felt your dad’s social battery start to die out, the same slowly starting to happen to you. In an attempt to liven up the conversation, your dad looked at the two of you with a mischievous expression. 

“So, I heard you two are sharing a hotel room tonight? Is this a ‘there’s only one bed’ situation?” 

Something in the tone of his voice made you fidget, Peter looking over at you before answering. 

“There’s only one bed as far as I’m aware, it was the cheapest option.”

Tony started to wiggle his eyebrows and a stream of thoughts ran rapidly in your mind. 

Crap, he’s getting the wrong idea. You need to tell him, Y/N! Come on, he’s your dad, you can do this, tell him!

“Nothings going to happen, Dad!” You tried to match his joking tone but it came out as more of a squeal. Tony looked at you with concern, something in his eyes that you couldn’t interpret. 

“Y/N, you and Peter are two consenting adults, I have no control over what you do as long as it’s safe and consensual-”

“I’m ace!” You blurted out, your eyes widening as you slapped a hand over your mouth. The table went silent, your parents looking at you with equally surprised expressions, Peter watching them with a protective glint in his eyes. You removed your hand from your mouth, lowering your eyes to the condensation that your drink had left on the table, drawing pictures in the water as you spoke. 

“I’m-I’m asexual. I don’t like or want, uh, sex. I just don’t experience sexual attraction…” You trailed off, your voice already quiet as you waited for responses. What felt like years passed before you heard your dad whisper your name, raising your eyes to meet his. He had a sheen of tears in his eyes as he smiled at you. 

“Thank you for telling me, I’m so proud. And I’m sorry if what I was insinuating made you uncomfortable.” The mature tone of your father’s voice threw you off and you smiled worriedly at your parents, Pepper returning your smile. 

“So you don’t think I’m broken or I just don’t know what I’m talking about?” 

Pepper was quick to answer. 

“Oh honey, no. Being asexual isn’t being broken and if anyone tells you otherwise, they’re idiots who never developed advanced thinking.” 

Peter sent your mom a grateful smile, not lost on you. Tony fidgeted a bit before saying something that shocked you. 

“I’m demisexual. Your mother is the only person I’ve ever felt genuine sexual attraction to. Well, except maybe Steve Rogers.” 

Pepper slapped Tony with her napkin as she laughed. You and Peter groaned at the mention of your dad’s not-so-fake crush on the Capsicle. The rest of the dinner went by smoothly, each of you ordering ice cream for dessert. That night, as you and Peter were cuddled up in the small hotel bed watching Doctor Who reruns, you wondered how you were so lucky for the people in your life.

[purrtylilith]

Where you met each other

**Natasha Romanoff**: There Various possible locations like missions, Avengers Compound, safe houses.

**Maria Hill**: SHIELD headquarters, missions.

**Yelena Belova**: Shared missions, training sessions.

**Kate Bishop**: Crime-fighting and training sessions.

**Carol Danvers**: Cosmic missions, space adventures.

**Pepper Potts**: Stark Industries, social events.

**Wanda Maximoff**: Avengers Compound, Sokovia.

**Sharon Carter**: SHIELD, missions.

[romanoffshouse]

Tony? Look at me. We're gonna be okay. You can rest now.

–Pepper Potts

[brooooswriting]

hey you can write a request for nat!cheerleader and r!nerd, where nat is very popular and they are secretly dating at nat's request but r is sick of being a secret to her so she breaks up with nat but nat is very sad and tells r that she loves her pls. (I don't know if I understood, I'm using google translate)

Secret after Secret

Natasha Romanoff was popular, she was the cheerleading captain and she was beautiful. Everybody knew her and everybody wanted her.

Which was why you were more than confused when she asked you on a date four months ago. She was nice and cute, beautiful too of course, but never in front of other people. As soon as you were with other people she acted as if she didn’t know you. She was the popular girl while you were nothing, a nerd that nobody really knew. Some people every once in a while thought you were pretty or something but you never acted interested.

At some point you couldn’t deal with the hurt anymore so you broke it up with Nat. Did it hurt you? Yes, of course but being with her like that broke your heart even more.

And this is how you ended here:

In class room; you on the right side Natasha on the left. You could see each other as soon as you looked straight ahead. She looked broken and hurt, her eyes had dark brown bags under them, she was pale and you could see that she’s cried. You didn’t look much better, you too, didn’t sleep in a while and were constantly crying.

“Jo Y/n” Wanda Maximoff called out as she let herself fall on the chair next to you. “Hello, what can I help you with?” You asked her as you waited for the lesson to end so she would disappear. Not that you hated her or some shit but she was trying to hit on you for the past half year and while she was normally really nice it did make you uncomfortable.

“You, Me, a milkshake, tonight?” What were just 5 normal words made you break out into tears. As stupid as it sounded that was the way Natasha asked you out 4 months ago. You tried to keep back the tears but you just couldn’t. They were rolling from yours eyes causing you to jump up and run to the bathroom. You could feel Natasha’s eyes on you but didn’t care to stop.

As soon as the class room door closes Nat jumped up. “Maximoff, what the fuck did you do?!” She hissed as she walked to the other girl. “Romanoff why do you care? Never gave a shit before about the girl why so sudden huh?” The redhead had to swallow her anger down, you were probably in the bathroom crying your eyes out and she didn’t want you to be alone.

She went to grab your backpack hitting their shoulders together before emerging to go the the restrooms.

“Y/n?” She called into the bathroom where she could hear you trying to stop crying. “Come on, I can hear you. Please, I wanna comfort you after that I’ll disappear” she promised leaning against the closest wall until you exited one of the stalls to go to a sink washing your hands. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” you said. “Really? Then turn around” you slowly turned. She gasped when she saw your red eyes. “Can we talk? Look, Y/n, I miss…” she started but stopped when people entered the bathroom. You raised a brow for her to continue but she didn’t causing you to sigh and leave the room.

As much as you had wished for her to change, she didn’t. You made your way to the next class room where your favorite teacher already sat. Mrs. Potts, you knew her husband as he was your godfather. “Hello y/n” she greeted you happily but only received a grumble. “What’s wrong? Wait - did you cry?!” She asked walking to sit across from you. “It’s that girl isn’t it?” She asked and you weakly nodded. “I miss her but she didn’t change… she’s still embarrassed of me” you told her wiping your tears. “Look how I see it you have two options. One: you look for someone new, that Maximoff girl likes you, or two: tell Natasha that if she wants you back she has to put in the work. But either way, you’re worth so much so don’t let them treat you like less alright?” You nodded and thanked her as other students started to fill in.

You tried to disappear as quick as you could after the lesson but you were stopped by a certain brunette before you could even exit the school. “Hey sweetie, so what about tonight huh?” She asked slightly cornering you against the lockers. “Wanda… look, you’re nice but I don’t think” you started but she saw quick to interrupt you. “Honey, if you’re with me you don’t need to think! I’ll treat you so good that you don’t have to do anything” she came closer and closer and with each step she made you got more uncomfortable.

“Maximoff, back off. She clearly isn’t feeling comfortable!” Nat told her as she walked up to you two. “Well miss cheerleader. You should better fuck off before I tell people your secret” she threatened turning back to you but Natasha didn’t let it go that easily. “What secret?”, “the one that you were fucking the sweet little innocent girl over here” both you and the redhead were more than shocked.

A moment later she stepped back and your heart broke into a million pieces, she was so embarrassed of you that she would rather let Wanda make you uncomfortable than do something about it. Plus she didn’t even say something about being in a relationship, she just accepted the fact that you were only a toy to her.

“Hello losers!” She suddenly screamed through the whole corridor causing everybody to turn to her. “I wanted to let all of you know that I am in love with this beautiful and awesome nerd over there! And that if anyone says something mean or touches her that it will have consequences!” Over a hundred people gasped at the same time, including you.

You were so shocked that you just let yourself be pulled out of the school. “Y/n? You alright babe?” Natasha called out wrapping you up in her arms. The moment you smelled her perfume you broke and cling onto her like your life depended on it. “I’m so sorry for the way I treated you! You deserved so much more but I was too scared to give it to you until I saw you cry after talking to Wanda today. That was the moment I realized that Jo reputation ever was worth seeing you hurt and that I’d always want to protect you baby! Please tell me you forgive me” she rambled until you giggled and pressed you lips to hers. “I love you too” you giggled and hugged her again.

You took Natasha home with you so you could cuddle in your bed while watching movies. When you entered you saw Pepper and Tony in the living room. “Tons” you called out and ran to hug them both. “Hey sweetheart, you alright?” He asked and you nodded updating him a bit about your life while Natasha went to make you a hot chocolate. Neither you nor Tony noticed Pepper following her into the kitchen.

“Natasha” she said as she walked into the kitchen causing the younger girl to turn around. “Look, I like you and I do think that you and Y/n are cute together but if you hurt her again it will have terrible consequences. Got it?” She asked and Natasha, who was more than astounded, nodded.

Later in bed Natasha tapped your shoulder, so you lifted your head from her chest to look at her. “I’ll never treat you like that again alright? And I promise you never hurt you again or ever let someone else hurt you” everything in her eyes screamed that she was sincerely. “I know my love, I know” you reassured her.

The next morning you and the cheerleader walking into the school hand in hand, the people around you were talking about you. It was a big shock to all of them but it didn’t matter anymore, you were much more important to Natasha than her reputation could ever be.

[lesbian-deadpool]

(Over face call)

Y/N: Natasha is fine and the baby is great!

Pepper: I can’t wait to see them. What about the sex?

Natasha: Doctor said “not for six weeks”.

Yelena, holding the baby: *Contemplates murder*

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Rich White Men Parties

Summary: Reader feels sick and Tony makes her go to the gala anyway. Pepper comes to your rescue.

TW: vomiting, swearing (once), fever, illness, not being believed, semi-nudity (consented)

Pairing: Pepper x Reader (platonic)

Words: 2k

A/n back at it with the marvel fics again!!!

You needed to show face. It was a fact, one tony had been reminding you of, all week. He knew you hated the gala, thats what you had skipped the last three of them. And now Tony had put his foot down.

On Tuesday he enlisted steve. The two of them had stated that if you skipped this gala, you would be benched from missions for a month

On Wednesday you had been feeling a little off. Chalking it up to a restless nights sleep you drank some more water and took a nap.

Thursday was when things started to go down hill. The water you drank had done nothing. Well … it made you need to pee more but that was it. You had a headache that would have probably taken down Thor.

By Thursday evening you felt like shit on a stick. Your head hurt, your eyes hurt, and your body ached all over. You had decided it was too much. Which was what led you to this point.

You were stood on the threshold of Tony’s lab, debating if this was worth it. You flipped the idea over in your mind like an omelette and decided to just bite the bullet.

You cleared your throat and stepped into the lab. However, that just made your throat hurt.

Tony’s eyes snapped up from his work bench. Peter was sat down on a stool nearby doing homework and his head lifted slowly to watch.

“Mr Stark?” You said timidly.

“Yes?” Tony responded seemingly already annoyed.

“I… I don’t think i can make it to the gala.” You began but he cut you off.

“I don’t wanna hear it L/n. You know the consequence, benched or gala.” He said and turned his eyes back to his work.

“But sir-“ you pressed, and he cut you off again which made you huff quietly.

“Parker? You don’t hear excuses, do you?” Tony asked peter childishly.

“Well sir-“ peter started.

“Never mind kid. Y/n the answers still no.” Tony said.

“Sir she doesn’t look so good.” Peter said taking in your sickly appearance.

“She can shape-shift Pete. If anyone can fake sickness, it’s her. Now finish your homework.” Tony said before turning back to face you.

The flush on your cheeks may have been from anger, embarrassment or the start of a fever, you didn’t know, but it was there.

“L/n, get yourself together. We all hate the media. Press conferences suck. Galas are a step up from that. You, as an avenger, have shown face the least of everyone. It’s impacting your funding, the teams funding. If you want to keep getting missions, you need to give SHEILD a reason to have you in the field more. And on top of training, you need people to like and respect you. Get yourself cleaned up and put your big girl pants on. You're coming to the gala tomorrow night or … like steve said your benched for a month.” Tony said before turning back to his project.

You knew it was over, with a pitying look from peter you nodded to the kid and slunk off down the hall.

You had spent the rest of your day wasting away in your bed. Nausea began to grow in your stomach and despite your body’s protest you forced down a meagre dinner of white rice and chicken.

You called in for an early night and hoped it would all be over tomorrow.

When you woke you felt like shit. Your eyes were tired and sore as you opened them. You dragged your gaze over to the bedside table and almost jumped out of your skin. It was three in the afternoon. You had maybe two and a half hours before the gala started.

Your bones ached, your skin ached, your eyes and your head ached. And more than anything you wanted nothing to do with the gala. But you couldn’t be benched for a whole month. But even now as you felt like hell had frozen over, did it begin seeming like a little less of an awful fate. It was better than throwing up on yourself in front of a room of rich white men in stuffy suits with models hanging off their arms and every word. God, you hated galas.

You pressed a palm to your eye in an attempt to dull the pounding ache in your skull. It did nothing to stave off the persistent form of torture.

You willed yourself to get up, taking at least three spoons to get out of bed.

You stumbled once you were on your feet, steadying yourself on the wall as the room spun and your stomach lurched violently into your chest.

You took carefully calculated wobbly steps to the bathroom before crashing to your knees and heaving. It was unpleasant to say the least. You spat out the foul taste and stood to flush the toilet. You brushed your teeth and inspected your reflection in the mirror. Lifting a finger to make sure that sick and tired looking person in the bathroom mirror really was you.

It was.

You checked the clock and decided to just start getting ready no matter how much you just at wanted to sleep despite having done nothing but sleep all day.

You grabbed the first dress you could find. A tight black number with a slit in the side that almost was something to write home about … almost.

It dipped low on your chest to show off your debt to god otherwise known as perfect boobs. It hugged in the middle to accentuate that snatched waistline and thighs.

You put it on and shivered. It was cold in the thin fabric, or maybe it was too warm. Who knew.

You sat down harshly at the vanity and put on a thick layer of makeup to cover the exhaustion and pale sweaty skin complete with deep purple eye-bags.

You slathered it on thick and fast before checking the time again. You swallowed back the growing pit of sickness in your stomach and began to tame your wild hair.

By the time you had slowly managed to look alive again it was past time for the gala to start.

You summoned your remaining strength to drag yourself up out of the chair. You looked in the mirror once more and fixed your long curly hair.

Sighing you tried to smile like you weren’t dying of a headache what was most likely the initial stages of the flu.

Deeming it good enough you stated out of gala.

When you entered the well-lit room of stuffy rich people your head wanted to split open. And you were ready to let it if it helped.

The music hurt your head, the lights hurt your eyes and the stuffy rich men hurt your soul which was fighting valiantly to leave your body.

You trudged over to a seat in the corner and sat down trying to hide from it all.

The avengers plus pepper were spread across the floor mingling. You watched them from your perch and brooded. Stupid tony and his stupid ego. He could fund the avengers single handedly and still run stark industries.

You fought to keep your head up as exhaustion rolled over you in waves of crushing fatigue.

You groaned quietly and turned to look out the window.

After a few minutes you felt the nausea returning. After a few more you knew there was no stopping the next onslaught of vomiting.

You stood and shivered, heading for the women’s bathrooms, knowing there was no time to find some real privacy.

You hurried across the floor and into the bathroom. You beelined for the largest stall, not bothering to lock it and sunk to your knees.

Your head hovered above the bowl as you gagged and tired to fight it off.

In your haste you had missed that one of the stalls was occupied. Now as you fought heart and soul to not empty your stomach into the toilet, someone was quickly washing their hands.

Then a small knock sounded on the bathroom stall.

“Are you ok in there?” A voice asked and in your fevered haze you failed to recognise its owner. You wanted to respond but you knew if you opened your mouth, it was all over.

As there was no response the door began to open as you turned around again in time to throw up.

Peppers gentle hands scooped your hair off your collar and up out of the way. She used her other hand to gently rub circles on your back.

“It’s ok Y/n/n. You’re alright. Get it out.” She hushed and when you were done you turned to face her with a weak smile.

“Thanks pep.” You rasped.

“Too much to drink?” She chuckled and you didn’t respond, instead spacing out looking at her high heeled shoes. “Y/n/n?” She prompted a frown marring her lips and a wrinkle in her brow. “Earth to Y/n.” She said and still without a response she brushed a curl from your eyes before quickly retracting her hand.

After a second, she replaced it, laid flat against your forehead.

“Oh honey.” She said looking sad. “You’re sick. You have a fever darling.” She cooed and you looked at her with tears on your waterline.

“I know.” You pouted trying not to cry. “Tony wouldn’t listen.” You sobbed.

“Oh sweetie. He’ll listen to me. You and I are going to head to bed, and I’ll look after you. You’re not well and need rest. Whatever Tony thinks, he has another thing coming. Now can you stand up?” She asked softly.

You nodded and slowly stood, swaying on your feet slightly as you did. Pepper put an arm around you and leaned over to flush the toilet.

Then she gently guided you out of the bathroom and over to the lift.

It was a slight blur but before you knew it you were sat on your bed as pepper gently used a cloth to wipe off your makeup.

“For someone who’s hands haven’t stopped shaking, you did a great job on the makeup.” She smiled and you nodded, too fevered to really register the compliment from the queen of galas herself. She looked at you sadly and headed to the bathroom.

She disposed of the washcloth and picked up a thermometer. Coming back to the bed she put the thermometer into your mouth and gently guided you out of your dress. Leaving you in a bra and panties. She slipped on a large T-shirt you slept in and braided your hair.

Then she took out the thermometer and frowned.

“Tonys a deadman.” She said and popped out two fever reducers for you.

She laid her hand on your forehead again to gauge if it was higher than before or not and clicked her tongue. “Defiantly getting these meds.” She said to herself and deposited them in your hands.

She helped you have some water and the medicine and tucked you into bed.

“I’m going to go change but I’ll be back later to check on you. Don’t worry honey, we’ll make sure you get well in no time. I’ll look after you.” She said and Jarvis turned down the lights as she sat down, promising to stay until you fell asleep and to be there when you woke up.

Pepper was like the mum you never had, and it was everything and all your little heart could handle or ever need.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Be Mine ~Pepper Stark Nee Potts xFem Babysitter!reader

Babysitter!reader for Morgan Stark after Tony’s death; a sex starved Pepper and Reader end up fucking while Morgan’s asleep.

Mommy…Master List

Request & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, age gap (all legal), smut, eating out, face sitting, smutty smut smut, etc…

Enjoy (;

You were the babysitter for the one and only Morgan Stark.

A few months after Tony’s death when things had started to come back to a rhythm, Pepper had realized that she needed someone to watch Morgan on days where she worked late. (because as kind hearted Happy was, she just needed a second reassurance).

Pepper had found you on a babysitting website. You were in school, in your twenties, looking for a side hustle in babysitting.

Sh had set up a time for you and Morgan to meet, and you two had immediately clicked. And it just went off from there.

You would pick Morgan up from school and spend the weeknights with her until Pepper came home from her job.

It was really a lovely gig. You didn’t do it for the money anymore; you did it because you cared about Morgan and Pepper.

Tonight, Pepper had gone to a gala. It ended up going longer than anyone could have anticipated. You had put Morgan to bed and were desperately trying to stay awake on the couch.

Around 1am, you heard the click of the door. Your head shot up from its half asleep position.

“Ms. Potts! How was your evening?” You asked with a slight yawn.

But you couldn’t even register her words… All you saw was her body. What she was wearing. The way the dress clung to her curves deliciously…

“Love? How did Morgan go down?” Pepper interrupted your intrusive thoughts and staring.

You blushed and sheepishly replied, “Really well. Right at 8, Ms. Potts.”

Pepper scoffed at your formality, “Please Dear, call me Pepper.” She exclaimed as she joined you on the couch with a sigh.

You both sat in silence.

“Long night?” You spoke out.

Pepper sighed again, “Yea. Sorry for making you stay here so late…”

“Hmm, don’t worry about it. I like being here.” You hummed in response.

You looked up at Pepper who was meeting your gaze.

“Ok well, I guess I better go.” You declared, getting up and walking past Pepper.

But before you could get far, Pepper grabbed your wrist.

“What If… you didn’t leave?” She whispered.

Your eyes widened and your mouth went dry.

Pepper tugged you closer to her, but you tripped and ended up falling on top of her.

“Shit! Im so sorry…” you immediately apologized.

But all you were met with was a pair of dark, lustful eyes and a smirk on Peppers face.

“I don’t know… I’m ok with this, if you are…” she whispered, grazing her lips against yours.

“Yes…” you immediately murmured, and Pepper immediately closed the gap smashing her lips against yours.

You both moaned into the heated kiss, your hips bucking into Pepper’s lap needily.

Pepper met your bucking with hip thrusts of her own, eliciting more whispers and moans from the both of you.

“Shit, Morgan.” Pepper exclaimed in a hushed tone, “We need to be quiet.”

You nodded eagerly, already getting down to the ground and on your knees.

Pepper muffled a moan at the sight of you and your actions.

You made away with her dress swiftly and spread her legs out for your access.

It was your turn to stifle a moan at how soaked Pepper’s underwear was…

You ripped it off, getting impatient, and immediately attached your tongue to her clit.

Pepper had to bite her lip to keep herself from screaming in pleasure.

It had been ages since she’d felt so good…

You greedily lapped through her folds, not holding back.

Pepper met your tongue fucking with her hips bucking up to meet your tongue.

In a matter of minutes, you could feel her walls fluttering in desperation.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum…!” Pepper cried through her hand muffling her voice, as her head was thrown back in pleasure.

At this, you added your thumb to her clit and continued to ravage her pussy.

Pepper did her best to muffle her screams as her orgasmic high crashed through her entire body.

You felt her walls clenched around your tongue desperately, and you lapped up all her juices happily.

By the time you had helped Pepper down from her high, her breathing was erratic and her legs were shaky.

You climbed back into her lap and connected your lips to hers once again.

She moaned at the taste of herself on your lips.

Pepper than shifted so that she was leaning flat on couch and you were on top of her still connected to her lips.

“Sit on my face?” She breathlessly asked.

Your breath fled you at her words. You bit your lip and nodded eagerly.

“yes please…” you moaned in a hush tone.

You quickly stood up and undressed yourself, taking your short and underwear off. Pepper was drooling at the sight.

You then carefully swung one leg on the other side of Peppers face, so that you were straddling her.

Before you could do anything else, Pepper was already pulling your body down toward her tongue, which started to graze your soaked folds.

You spasmed from the first lap through your cunt, crying out in pleasure.

“Shhh, love. Try and be quiet for me?” Pepper cooed in between tonguing the entrance to your aching pussy.

You nodded bashfully and needily, bucking your hips into her face instinctually craving more.

“More…” you whimpered.

Pepper smirked and then dove into your throbbing cunt with her tongue.

You rode Peppers face desperately, whimpering and mewling her name and a string of obscenities.

Your hips jerked to meet the pace Pepper was tongue fucking your Tight hole.

“Shit! Im… Im—” You whimpered, losing your coherence.

“Cum for me, love…” Pegger panted in between lapping through your folds.

You followed her words like they were command, and came, riding through your high on her face.

Riding out your high, you collapsed on Pepper completely out of breath with a grin on your face.

Pepper chuckled and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time…” she panted.

You blushed at her confession, “Me too…”