The End Of The Line

for @mrstarksbaby  -   not telling why

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avengersnew:   You know what?  Fuck this day.  I give up.  I refuse to do any more work.

4everhero:   Yeah.  Fuck this day.

avengersnew:  Fuck it all.  I’m going to that field behind the compound and daydream about Tony.

4everhero:  ???

avengersnew:  I already told you about my we’re-married-and-throwing-a-barbq-for-the-Avengers fantasy

4everhero:  I repeat my ??? to the power of 2

avengersnew:  Heck I might take my phone and check out AO3 there may be some new Tony Stark Coffeeshop AUs I haven’t read yet

4everhero:  I require explanation

avengersnew:  Heck I might just write my own.  I have some ideas.

4everhero:  Immediately 

avengersnew:  WAIT A MINUTE what about a quarantine fic?  That’s not too far-fetched is it??

avengersnew:  oh who am I kidding AO3 is the kingdom of the far-fetched

4everhero:  Kid

avengersnew:  I should tell you about this weird Big-Blue-Smurf-From Space attacks multi-chapter fic I cried through all day yesterday.  It hurt.  You’d love it.

4everhero:  Kid you didn’t mix me up with Wanda again, did you?

avengersnew:  ??

4everhero:  Wanda is 4EverOurHero.   This is Tony.

avengersnew:  No 

4everhero:  What is a Tony Stark Coffeeshop AU?

avengersnew:  NO

4everhero:  What is AO3?

avengersnew:  Wrong account Tony this is CAP

4everhero:  Cap never said “Fuck this day” in his life.  I want to hear more about the we’re-married-and-throwing-a-barbq-for-the-Avengers fantasy.

avengersnew:  This is Bucky Barnes you never talk to me.

4everhero:  Are you sitting in the field yet?

avengersnew:  NO

4everhero:  I’m on my way

avengersnew:  NO

I’m sorry,

I proceeded to tell her about a time when I was a kid and she was yelling, screaming, and throwing things, and I said "I love you" in that small timid kid voice and she said

"well I don't love you right now"

tags:  non-consensual voyeurism (for scientific purposes!) use of the word Daddy, dildos, Angst-with-happy-ending

Face buried in the sheets, back arched, elbows bent, Peter resisted the urge to start pushing back. Tony’s cock felt impossibly huge, eight inches around if it was a centimeter, and it seemed like he had been pounding for hours.  Peter could feel every hair on his body stand on edge – it was perfect.  It was divine.  But Peter knew it couldn’t last, already the sounds in the room were getting too loud.  

There were no sounds in the penthouse, of course.  Tony made sure of it.  There was absolutely nothing to hear at all, just the sound of their bodies crashing together over and over again, just the sound of their breathing.  The sound of Tony’s heartbeat, the sound of the lights they must have left on in the lab, the sound of the air conditioner in the other room… ah god it was happening right now… he didn’t want to start covering his ears with his hands but he was going to be covering his ears with his hands soon…

“Whatsamatter, sweet baby,” Tony crooned, pausing mid-thrust, one solid hand on the small of Peter’s back.

And, just like that, Peter relaxed.

His senses didn’t dial down, not at all, but Peter knew they would too, and soon.  When Tony started calling him “sweet baby,” that meant Tony was going to start helping him dial it down.