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Tony/Pepper Kink Requests - Mark II
[qaf] cast - Scott's bday
xheartrockx wrote in tonypepper_kink

- Post your request, one request per comment.

- In the subject line of your comment, put as follows: PAIRING [in alphabetical order], KINK.

- In the comment itself, clarify what you'd like.

- Crossovers are allowed, please make a note of it in the subject line and what fandom/character you'd like crossed in. What it should look like: Crossover: Tony/Harry (Kiss Kiss Bang Bang)

- Your requests should be Tony/Pepper-centric. However, don't let this keep you from requesting a threesome/moresome. Just make sure that pairing is somewhere in there.

- Movie and comic verse are both welcome, just specify what you like. But keep in mind that people might not be familiar with all comics.

- Any kink is allowed. But don't let the word "kink" fool you. They don't have to be sexual in nature. If you always wanted to have Tony and Pepper bond over ice cream, leave a comment saying so. If a Tony/Pepper BDSM fic floats your boat, leave a comment saying so.

- You are also allowed to request graphics, meaning if you want a banner of Tony and Pepper horseback riding, please state so in your comment. You are also allowed to fulfill a request with a graphic. But please ask the person who requested something first. They might not need/want a wallpaper, banner etc.

- Anonymous posting is allowed, but not required.


- In the subject of your fill, please write "Fill" and the title of your piece (if it has one).

- If you are fulfilling a prompt as a non-anon, please link to your private journal in your reply comment (do not link to a locked entry).

- If you are fufilling a prompt as an anon, you may leave the body of text in the comments.

- Prompts may be filled multiple times.

- Fulfillments do not need to be NC-17.

- Please warn for spoilers, even if seemingly vague.

- Do not spam a prompt. Comments are welcome, but please to try keep the conversation to a minumum.

Remember, fulfilling is sexy.


- Try to live by the 'take a penny, leave a penny' rule. If you post a prompt, pick up a prompt.
- If your prompt is filled, say 'thank you.' You can do it anonymously, but just let the fulfiller know that their work was appreciated.

Did I miss anything? Anyone want to help mod? Please comment below.

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Filled: After Afghanistan

Pepper followed her boss into the house, waving goodbye to Hogan in the Rolls before he drove off. Tony heard the car leave and turned to look around.

"Where's he going? Don't you need a ride home?"

"I can call a cab if you want," said Pepper. "But I thought - your first night home - "

Tony's lips quirked in a sardonic smile. "I might need a babysitter?"

"No, not like that," she protested. He'd only been back twelve hours and already she felt rusty in the verbal dueling department. "I just - didn't know whether you'd rather have the house to yourself, or to know there was someone close by."

Tony looked at her thoughtfully as he loosened and pulled off his tie.

"Good point," he said. "I hadn't thought about it. Although if I needed something, there's always JARVIS."

"At your service, sir," said the voice of his majordomo. "And may I say how satisfying it is to have you home again."

"Thank you, JARVIS. Okay, Potts, you can take the upstairs guest room. Rhodey says you've been sleeping here off and on, so I assume you have a toothbrush and some jammies."

Pepper was blushing. "I have. Shall I assume that you're ready to retire, then?"

"Nope," said Tony. "I want to roam around a bit. See what DUM-E and U have been destroying while I was gone." His eyes strayed to the workshop stairs and Pepper could see the longing expression on his face.

"Go play," she said. "I'll just do a little catching up here."

Tony vanished down the stairs. Pepper went the opposite direction, checked for the twentieth time that the master bedroom had clean sheets and the bath, clean towels, and went along to the guest room. She got a few items out of a drawer, wondering idly whether Tony had had such luxuries as a toothbrush or comb while in captivity.

In the old days, it had been impossible to gauge when Tony might go to sleep, let alone in a bed; half the time he slept in the workshop, or not in the house at all. Not in his own house, anyway. Pepper didn't mind; it made for an easier morning after for her, not having to escort his guest out.

She didn't know what to expect. How did it change him, having everything taken away from him, very nearly his life? And then, having to reacclimate to this life, this house, this world?

Pepper sighed and got ready for bed, climbed under the covers with the TV remote, and resolutely clicked past any channel that showed any serious news. She settled on a classic movie channel that was airing To Have and Have Not.

Filled: After Afghanistan, part 2

Humphrey Bogart had finally agreed to help the resistance fighters escape on his boat when Pepper heard Tony coming slowly up the stairs. She muted the sound.

"Tony? Are you okay?"

He stuck his head around the doorjamb, looking - drained. She didn't remember him ever looking like that.

"Too much input," he muttered. "It's kind of overwhelming. I put the fear of God into the 'bots and sketched out a few ideas with the CAD...but I'm fading fast. Think I'll go on to bed."

"Do you need anything?" Pepper asked anxiously.

"I don't need a nurse," he said sharply, then looked sheepish. "Sorry, Potts. Everybody's been - hovering. And not in a good way."

"Not in a let-me-satisfy-your-every-whim way?" she smiled, and he smiled back.

"Yup. More in a let's-see-if-he-freaks-out way."

"I'm not worried about you freaking out, Tony. I'm worried that you're going to want to fly to Vegas in the middle of the night."

His smile widened into a grin. "Good old Potts. I can always count on you to take care of the practical." Coming over, he leaned down and planted a warm kiss on her cheek.

"Good night, Tony."

"Good night, Potts."

Pepper hadn't slept well for the last few months; she'd gotten used to getting up for a snack or a book in the middle of the night, then trying to settle down again. This night, finally able to let go of her worries, she slept like the dead.

So she didn't hear the slight sounds from the room two doors down, sounds of muttering, feet moving over carpet and tile, water running, the bed shifting as its occupant tossed and turned, and finally the door to her room being pushed further open. It wasn't until a weight settled carefully at the end of the bed that she stirred and sat up, blinking in the blue light.

Blue light?

"Tony?" she said, her voice rough with sleep. "Tony, is that you?"

"It's me," he whispered. "Me and my night light. Don't be scared, Pepper, it won't hurt you."

"I'm not scared," she said, scooting closer; now she could see his face, and his shaking hands that lay on his thighs. "Tony, what's wrong? Are you sick?"

She reached out and took his hand and it was cold. He was wearing shorts and a tank tee, which should have been enough in his climate-controlled house.

"I'm all right," he said. "I just - can't seem to get to sleep." He ran a hand through his already-rampant hair, looking mildly embarrassed. "I tried watching TV and none of it made sense. I tried reading - but I'm so tired I can't concentrate - you know what it's like to be too tired to sleep?"

"I do," she said grimly. "Keeping up with you, for one thing. Come on, get in."


His startled expression made her giggle. "When I couldn't sleep as a kid, I always went to climb in with my mom or my sister," she explained. "Here, you get on top of the covers and wrap that side over you, and I'll stay under them here on my side."

"Okay," said Tony. "But don't try anything funny, Potts."

Pepper snorted and Tony followed her instructions, and soon they were rolled up next to each other, Tony on his back and Pepper on her side. She lay her head on his arm and sighed.

"I heard you, you know," Tony murmured. "In the cave. Underwater, actually."

He's babbling now, thought Pepper, and she said, "Close your eyes, Tony. Go to sleep."

"They were trying to force me to build a missile," he went on, as though she hadn't spoken, "and they kept shoving my head into a bucket of water and holding it there - over and over - and I heard you, Pepper."

She lifted her head to look at him. What did one say to that? "What did I say?" she asked hesitantly.

"My name. Just my name," he told her. "Like you were calling to me, from a distance. Calling me back."

She held his gaze for a long moment. If she was waiting for a sign, this was certainly it.

Filled: After Afghanistan, part 3

"Tony," she murmured and leaned forward to kiss him gently, the way she'd been wanting to for weeks now, an invitation. His breath caught and his eyes closed and he reached up to cup her head in his hand, bringing her in deeper and harder. Pepper let his mouth plunder hers and rejoiced at the passion she had unleashed in both of them.

Her hands and feet were busy kicking off the covers; when she was free of them she shifted over to press the length of her body against him. Tony broke the kiss and muttered, "You called me back, called this...?"

"It is," she told him, not knowing what she was confirming, not coherently, anyway. "This is - I love you, Tony."

"Oh, God," he breathed and pulled her back against him, his mouth on hers, hands stroking over her pajamas, rough callouses catching on the soft fabric. His fingers clung to her curves and she writhed against his grip, encountering a stirring in his groin that was rapidly becoming a force to be reckoned with. Pepper slid one leg up to hook it over his hip and his hand came down to caress her backside, rubbing his palm over it and letting his fingertips brush over the edges of her shorts.

"Are you sure?" he said. "This isn't just a pity fuck, is it, Potts? Because I'll fire you right now and go jack off in the shower."

"Anthony Edward Stark," Pepper said fiercely. "I've never pitied you, not for a moment. Look at you - you survived, you fought, you escaped, you're - changed, but you're still *you*. And I've wanted you for so long..." She grabbed his hand and shoved it into the back of her pajama shorts, hot on her skin, and bucked her hips against him.

"Now shut up and take me."

Tony groaned out an incoherent expletive and yanked her pajama bottoms down; as he went back to fondling her every curve and crevice, she peeled off her top and arched her back, offering her breasts. He took one in his mouth and sucked in rhythm with the hand that was squeezing her ass. Pepper let out a blissful groan and cradled his head in her arms.

Suddenly Tony lifted his head, breathing hard, and said, "Wait."

"Wait?!" Pepper gave him a half-laughing, half-exasperated look.

"Yeah, here, take care of these while I get something, will you?" He guided her hand to the elastic of his shorts, and she pulled them off as he rolled to reach the nightstand. When she realized what he was after, she burst out laughing.

"I can't believe you remembered that," she giggled as he retrieved, opened, and applied a condom from the drawer. Every bedroom in Tony's house - as well as the sauna and the poolhouse - had a stash of condoms and lube hidden somewhere.

"I do have a mind for detail, Potts," he said. "When it matters."

Filled: After Afghanistan, part 4

She wrapped her arms around his neck and went after his mouth again, and he spread his hand and slid it down over her breasts, her belly, homing in on the soft wet flesh between her thighs. Pepper parted her legs for him and his fingers teased and explored and discovered. In moments she felt she couldn't hold back any more and she moaned in his ear.

"Tony - I can't take it - I'm going to - "

"Yes," he murmured. "You are. Now. Show me."

As if waiting for his order, her body responded, all of it, from her toes up to her crown, a flood of mindless ecstasy under his mouth and his fingers and the heat of his body against hers. Somewhere in the midst of her spasms Pepper felt him roll on top of her, replacing his fingers between her folds with the length of his cock, and she opened her eyes to see him sucking his fingers, watching her.

"Do it," she gasped. Or thought she did; it came out rather garbled, but Tony got the idea, pushing forward at the same time that Pepper raised and spread her legs. He got the angle right the first time, slid all the way in and wiggled his hips a bit, grinning at her.

Pepper's mouth fell open from sheer pleasure, and he laughed out loud. He was hitting just the right places, both inside and out, and she gave up any thoughts of guiding or encouraging him and just let him have her body. Her hands gripped his hard shoulders and biceps, her legs surged back and forth with the rhythm of his thrust, and when he came he pressed his mouth against her neck and roared and pounded into her and drove her into orgasm as well.

When their crescendo died down, Tony let out a long susurration of a sigh. Pepper wrapped her legs around him and beat a soft tattoo on his backside with her heels.

"Your ass is mine, Stark," she murmured.

"My ass thanks you, Miss Potts."

the end...for now...

Re: Filled: After Afghanistan, part 4

That was GOOD.

Great job, anon. Yay!

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