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Tony/Pepper Kink Requests - Mark 1
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xheartrockx wrote in tonypepper_kink
Post your request as a comment to this post.

Remember to check all the other comments, maybe something will strike your muse.

It's not rule but it's nice to fulfill a prompt for each prompt you leave.
Give and take makes our lives so much more fun :D

ETA1 - please include a subject line to your comment for easier orientation.

ETA2 - I will be switching off comment notifs for this post, meaning I will no longer receive notifications when somebody posts a comment here. If you have any questions, suggestions etc, please leave a comment at the RULES post.

ETA3 - 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 allow 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.

ETA4 - your requests must be Tony/Pepper-centric. Of course, you can bring other characters into the mix but their relationship (however you choose to portray it) should be the focus.

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I started writing this and it actually turned into a section of a longer piece called "Seven Times Over," which explores seven different ways the Tony/Pepper relationship might play out. This is part one: "Honesty."

1. Honesty

The new assistant’s name is Memphis. She’s twenty-three years old, a petite, sultry brunette with a tattoo of a swallow on her hipbone. But the details don’t matter, not really. The point is, she’s not Pepper.

It’s not that Tony stops loving Pepper, or even that he stops being attracted to her. She is, without a doubt, the best thing that ever happened to him. It’s just that she makes him work so damn hard sometimes. Not in bed—he’s not averse to that, not at all—but in terms of keeping the relationship together. She holds him accountable for so much. What was okay when she was his PA doesn’t fly now that she’s his girlfriend. Tony doesn’t do well with boundaries. He chafes.

Ironically, Pepper’s the one who insisted that they go to this stupid benefit, for some cause he doesn’t give a shit about. She even let him buy her a dress—she hates when he buys her clothes because she feels as though she’s being shown off, which she is.

Then, at the eleventh hour, she came down with a head cold and left him holding the bag. He can’t beg off because he’s agreed to put in an appearance when his donation is announced.

So he’s at the party, stag, for the first time in who knows how long, and he does what he usually does in these types of situations, or what he used to do, anyway. He gets a little bored, and then he gets a little drunk, and then he gets a little… amorous. He plans on going directly home and waking up Pepper, who would be dopey on cough syrup but likely not unwilling. He doesn’t even mind if he catches her cold—he doesn’t have to worry about that kind of thing anymore.

He goes looking for Memphis, to ask her what time he’s supposed to make whatever asshole speech or giant-cheque-handling they’ve got him doing at this thing. He finds her outside, around the back. She’s smoking a cigarette.

“Want one, boss?” she asks, with a conspiratorial grin.

Tony hasn’t smoked in years—he barely paid lip service to it back when it was cool the first time. Now, though, he wants to. Mostly because he knows Pepper wouldn’t like it. He wonders, idly, whether he’s having a mid-life crisis. It would be a little premature, but after all, he is a prodigy.

They wind up necking like teenagers in the back of her car. It’s sloppy, and unsatisfying at first—she’s relatively inexperienced, and he’s used to being with someone who already knows all his shortcuts. He has to give her a bit of direction, but once he’s fired up, it doesn’t take him long to remember where everything goes; it is, as they say, just like riding a bicycle.

Afterwards, he feels slightly ridiculous. The worst part is, it’s such a cliché. It’s predictable—the one thing he’s always sworn he would never be.

Pepper is sound asleep when he wanders in, reeking of cigarettes and sex. He showers and sends the evidence down the laundry chute before crawling into bed next to her.

She doesn’t suspect a thing, and so he doesn’t need to confess. But in the morning he tells her anyway. He may be an asshole, but at least he’s an honest one.

Ohhhh, perfect, on numerous levels :D I love it. Thank you!

I love the idea that Tony would tell her, anyway. :D

could you link me to your full fic 'Seven Times Over'?

It's still not finished, sad to say! It's turning into a beast. :P I will post a link here when it's done though.

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