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myveryownfanfiction · 3 months

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery

warnings: swearing, fighting, Justin Hammer is...I mean if Tony can be his own warning so can this guy, Tony Stark

"Dammit Tony!" I yelled through the comm. "What the fuck did you do to piss off this guy?" Tony laughed on the other end and I rolled my eyes.

"Hey. It's me." He retorted. "Just take out the suits and keep the people safe (Y/N). That's all I need you to do. Rhodey and I will take care of the rest."

"Yeah alright. Let me know where to meet up with you if you need help." I said before surveying the damage in front of me. Tony had saved the little kid, giving me time to figure out where the highest concentration of suits were. "Hang on a second. Is that...Fuck." I jumped off the building and took off running after the man about to run into the line of fire.

"Justin Hammer!" I yelled. "You dumbass! Get back here!" I grabbed his arm and he stopped, spinning around to look at me. He looked at me confused as I dragged him out of danger.

"Hey! I need to get back!" He yelled at me.

"No you don't!" I yelled back, gun fire exploding where we had been standing. "These things can't be shut down remotely. The only thing we can do is destroy them. Let us do our job and get your ass to safety."

"No. You don't understand! I can shut them down remotely. Everything he did, was at Hammer Industries. I can shut it down from there!" Justin tried to explain. His eyes were wild and he looked about ready to break down but he did have a point.

"Hang on. You're telling me you know what this guy did?" I asked. Justin shook his head.

"No. Not really. But if there's a chance that I can figure it out and disable it..." He trailed off, eyes roaming over my covered face. "Wouldn't you take that chance?" Sighing, I nodded.

"Yeah. I would." I tapped my ear and my comms went live again. "Hey Tony. You able to find Vanko?"

"Little busy with the man in question kiddo!" Tony yelled above the noise on his end. "Wait...why?" I heard an explosion and winced. Justin put his hand on my arm and frowned.

"I ran into a buddy of yours. He thinks he can remotely shut everything down. From Hammer Industries." I said, eyeing Justin. "What do you think? Worth a shot?"

"Do it." Tony said. "Be careful. Cops are out helping direct the civilians. Don't want you caught up in the mix up." I sighed. "One last thing. Do you trust him?" I eyed Justin.

"About as far as I can throw him." I muttered. Tony laughed.

"Yeah. That sounds about right." He said. "Keep an eye on him. Be careful. And hopefully this works."

"Will do boss." I said before tapping my ear again. "Alright Hammer. Let's go. My bike is parked over here." I took Justin's hand and took off in the direction of my bike. We weaved through suits, people and cops before finally reaching the bike. "Alright. Get on. And hold on tight." I swung my leg over the bike and kicked it to life. Justin got on behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "You're going to have to give me directions here." Justin nodded against my back and I tried to follow his directions. We had to take a few detours before we finally arrived at Hammer Industries.

"Come on. Before the cops show up." He stumbled off the bike and took off again towards the door. “As long as he didn’t override my passcode…and….” Justin muttered. “We’re in. Let’s go.” He took my hand and pulled me through the building. Security let us pass, Justin nodding as to them as we went.

“oh shit.” I muttered as I took in the computer set up. “How did he…” I turned to look at Justin who scowled at the screens. “You gave him access to your computers? Your systems? Hammer, you let this man…ugh!” My fists went up to my head as I screamed and started pacing. “You dumbass!” I yelled at him. Justin didn’t even flinch, keeping his eyes on me the whole time.

“we have another snag.” He murmured, gesturing towards the screen. I turned to look at it. “It’s in Russian. I don’t know Russian.” I moved closer to the screens and looked over the writings.

“damn.” I hit the desk with my hands. I hung my head and breathed heavily, trying to calm down.

“is there…Tony must know someone…” Justin said. “Maybe vanko…” we both looked up as one of the suit designations started to blink before going offline. The live feed showed vankos suit blowing up.

“Tony…” I breathed out. I quickly tapped my ear. “Stark please…”

“miss me kid?” I breathed a sigh of relief and turned towards Justin. “Everything ok?”

“not yet. Everything’s in Russian.” I said. “We can’t…”

“Paging agent Romanov. Hello Natasha. Welcome to the party line.” Tony said. I couldn’t hear the person on the other end but based off how Tony was talking to her it sounded like she was on her way. “Alright kid. Give her a clear path and let her work.”

“Tony is sending someone in to handle this. Tell security to stand down and we’ll get out of here.” I said. Justin nodded and made the call. Once he hung up, he frowned at me.

“the police are on their way here.” He said. “They think…uh well they think you kidnapped me.” I froze, eyes going wide behind my mask.

“Fuck.” I breathed out.

“I don’t think you’re going to like my idea but it might be the best one we’ve got.” Justin said, putting a hand on my arm. “You’re going to have to take off the mask. And the suit.”

“I don’t have anything else to put on.” I said, panic seeping into my voice. “And then you’ll know…”

“what’s wrong with that?” Justin said. “So what. People know Tony’s iron man. What harm is it if they know about you?”

“because I’m not Tony! I’m nobody.” I said. “I don’t want people to know. I don’t want the people I love to be targeted.” Justin nodded.

“so just me.” He shrugged.

“and you’re going to open your mouth. It’s impossible to keep it quiet.” I breathed out.

“Well…ok, nothings impossible.” Justin said, stepping forward and putting his hands on my arms. “I’ll keep my mouth shut. But you gotta go on a date with me.” He smiled at me. I rolled my eyes.

“fine.” I agreed. “Now what about the suit? I have nothing else to put on.” Justin took my hand and led me through the building again.

“I have a suit you can borrow.” He said, leading me to his office. He closed and locked the door before pulling the blinds. “You’re safe now.” He assured me. I nodded before taking a deep breath and taking off my mask. “(Y/N)?” Justin asked, confusion clear in his voice. “But…how…Tony…” he chuckled as he hung his head.

“yeah.” I laughed. “There’s a reason Tony didn’t want you close to me.” I shrugged. “It was pretty easy to use your reputation against you.”

“I have a reputation?” Justin laughed. I nodded.

“I mean you come across as just as much a womanizer as Tony.” I smiled at him. “But yeah. Tony’s been training me on the side. Between learning to work for the company and superhero shit, I didn’t have much time for a social life.” Justin laughed as he walked over.

“I always thought I knew that voice.” He teased. “Good to finally place it.” He took my hand and brought it up to place a kiss on the back of it. I smiled softly at him. “Might be a better idea for you to throw everything on over your suit. This way if you need to make a quick getaway…” I nodded and took the suit he offered. “I still can’t believe it.” He said softly.

“better believe it Justin.” I said with a smile, walking over and leaning in once I finished getting dressed. “You’re going on a date with New Yorks most wanted.” Justin laughed as I walked out the door, trailing after me to where one of his cars was parked.

#Justin hammer #justin hammer x reader #Justin hammer fanfic #Justin hammer fanfiction #Justin hammer imagine #Sam rockwell #sam Rockwell x reader #Sam Rockwell fanfic #sam rockwell fanfiction #Sam Rockwell imagine

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brightnote · 5 months

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What Comes to Light gets AI cover art!

In the second installment of my Maria Hill: Stark Era AO3 series Maria and Tony deal with the aftermath of their abduction and the discovery of a Stark tech disabling device that they stole from the crime scene. Two Hydra-affiliated FBI agents who are working on the Stark/Hill abduction investigation want the device back and start to make investigators question Hill and Stark's complicity in the events of A Shot in the Dark. Maria gets surprise help from former SHIELD agent, Jimmy Woo. Other Marvel characters in this series: Pepper Potts, Natasha Romanoff, Melinda May, Mallory Book, Phil Coulson, Nick Fury, Steve Rogers, Rhodey, Elizabeth Hill, Matt Murdock, Talos, Justin Hammer (referenced reperatedly) and original characters: Yuri (from A Shot in the Dark), Agent McCue (referenced in a A Shot in the Dark), Botinki the calico bodega cat, and more!

The last image really covers so much of the things that happened in What Comes to Light, and the only additional prompt from the first two images was "and a shadowy male figure in the background" and i got Yuri, Botinki, a creepy shadowy FBI agent, flowers, Maria has a bag, IDK i was just like wait so many things happening in this cover art that is relevant!!

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mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea · 5 months

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandoms: Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies) Relationship: Justin Hammer/Loki Characters: Justin Hammer, Loki (Marvel), Pepper Potts, Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner Additional Tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Established Relationship, Yuletide, Yule, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Eve, Christmas Tree, Christmas Cookies, Just Add Kittens, Found Family, Friendship, Friendship/Love, Male-Female Friendship, Affection, Justin Hammer is a Good Guy, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Alternate Universe - Human, Musician Loki (Marvel), Rock Star Loki, Kissing, Snark, Minor Bruce Banner/Thor Language: English Series: Part 2 of Feed the soul art and music, it will live forever Published: 2023-12-25 Words: 6,731 Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

It's Christmas Eve, and life is better than Justin ever expected it to be. In the six months since he'd been dating Loki, he'd been happy - so happy that sometimes he'd wondered when reality would kick in and send him back to that lonely pre-Loki existence. While taking out the trash before leaving work, Justin is approached in the alley, and the little lady who is very insistent to get his attention and to coax him to take her home could change the course of his life.

For @kleenexwoman

#Juslo #Dance Magic Dance #Loki #Justin Hammer #Loki x Justin Hammer #Justin Hammer x Loki #fanfiction #fanfic #my fanfic #marvel rare pair

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kleenexwoman · 3 months

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I got tagged by @mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea to list some of my WIPs so people can ask me about them, but frankly a lot of them blur together and I'm a little brain dead today. So here's some new names for them.

MARVEL

Steve Rogers is Sir Gawain, Dracula Is There

Steve Rogers Reacts to the 20th Century in Real Time

Steve Rogers Plays Steve Rogers

That Coffee Shop AU

Eros Disrupts Fated Frostiron

Justin Hammer Meets the Old Gods

GOOD OMENS

~Oysters~

Crowley Chills in Hell

Mt. Moriah Vision

STRANGER THINGS

Eddie Summons A Demon

Stevie Goes to the Mental Ward

Steve And Eddie Go To Spooky Jail

KARATE KID

Lombardy 484 AD

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #stucky #frostiron #justin hammer #steddie #cobra kai #lawrusso

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geekynightowl1997 · 1 year

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Also, I was watching Iron Man 2 the other day and I forgot that Hammer Industries is in Queens.

Guys.

Where's the fanfiction where Justin Hammer tries to recruit Peter as his intern or that Ben Parker works for him (much to Peter's dissatisfaction?)

#iron man 2 #tony stark #justin hammer #ben parker #peter parker #justin hires peter as his intern #or at least tries to #fanfiction #ben parker works for justin hammer #lol #that's how Tony meets Peter #i like that #somebody please write this for me #i will love you #justin vs tony #tony obviously wins

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adgaea · 9 months

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@badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: Missing and Presumed Dead

Fandom: Iron Man , Spider-Man, Marvel

Summary: Peter and Tony go missing after never meeting Happy once charity gala that they attended had concluded. They are presumed dead after bodies with their DNA and faces are found. Little did everyone know, neither of them had been killed.

TWs: presumed deaths, broken bones, shock collar, electrocution, threats of human trafficking

#i love writing #i love reading #spider-man fanfiction #kidnapping #marvel fanfiction #peter parker #iron man fanfiction #spider-man #i love fanfiction #tony stark #justin hammer #bad things happen bingo

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ravagedarkness · 8 months

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Spider-Man: Home Invaded, Chapter 53

It wasn't long until Spider-Man was targeted by yet another person who wants to take him down. Though this time, the one targeting him wants nothing more than to claim Spider-Man as a trophy.

Meanwhile, MJ deals with images of her Pre-Spell past as she's haunted by... herself.

Read Chapter 53 here:

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narwain-ineffable-art · 3 years

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This is the result of a commission requested by Kine-iende for the fic "No hero [Downward Descending]". I hope you like it! Amd thanks to the very sweet Kine!

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marvel-mistress-padawan · 3 years

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The Man In The Green Tie (NSFW)

Sometimes Emma hated these formal dinner parties and other times she quite enjoyed them. Tonight was one of those nights that she felt a little of both emotions. She was dressed in her signature white and wore a diamond pendant on a gold chain just in the right place to display her cleavage. It was working. Half the men in the room had noticed her. Of course they noticed all the other beautiful women in the room too. Men were fickle like that. Some of them even went after the plain looking and ugly women, believing they had a better chance with them. Emma didn’t care for hearing all their thoughts of conquest tonight, only the ones concerning her.

Frost International was her Company and this dinner with partners, investors, and associates, was important for future relations. She had met almost everyone here in previous dealings. Everyone except one man. He had longish black hair and wore a black suit with a green tie. He sat at a table with Justin Hammer and some journalist whose name Emma couldn’t remember. All she knew was that the man in green tie was one of the most fascinating men she had ever had the pleasure of ming reading. He wasn’t paying much attention to the women in the room. He noticed them of course, but only briefly. He wasn’t thinking about money or power, in spite of being associated with Justin Hammer and attending her dinner in the first place. No, his thoughts were thoughts of amusement at being able to deceive Justin Hammer so thoroughly. He had only one weapon to sell. There were none in production, no test models or protypes, just the one, and Hammer was willing to pay a signifigant amount for a supply that did not exist.

Emma got down from her place at the bar and approached Hammer’s table, making sure that her slinky white dress still clung to her in all the right places.

“Miss Frost?” Justin looked up as she stopped at his table. “It’s a pleasure to see you here tonight.”

“Mind if I join you?” Emma didn’t wait for his reply. Justin wanted her to go away and not ruin his business deal. She wasn’t going anywhere. She pulled up a chair. “Those barstools do a number on a girl’s ass,” she said, waiting to see if either of them would look. “Your little table over here looked so much more comfortable. I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure. I’m Emma,” she offered her hand to the stranger in the green tie.

To Emma surprise, the stranger did not take the opportunity to look at her backside. In fact he mentally told himself not to. Instead he took her hand and he kissed it like a true gentleman. What shocked her even more was that she actually felt something in response to his polite manners.

“My name is Lucas Olsen,” he told her with such sincerity that had she not been a telepath she might have believed it was true. Lucas wasn’t his name. He was thinking about his name. It was Loki. He was not human. “This is a lovely party you’ve created here,” he told her.

Most men would have made a point to say something about Emma herself being lovely as well. Loki didn’t. He didn’t even think it. Emma couldn’t figure out why that irked her so much. It wasn’t that he didn’t think her pretty. He was as distracted by the placement of her diamond necklace as Hammer was. He wasn’t lacking in confidence like some of the men in the room and yet he did not pursue her. Why?

“I appreciate the sentiment but I wouldn’t call it lovely. It’s an unfortunate necessity of this business. I can think of a lot of things more fun to do on a night like this,” Emma told them, her gaze entirely on Loki.

“One ought not mix business and pleasure,” Loki said with a hint of a smile. He had understood her insinuation and was more interested in playing hard to get than in chasing after her.

“W-what things?” Hammer spoke up. “What fun things would you do?”

It was in that moment that Loki thought Hammer to be a sad pathetic little man who wouldn’t know how to win a woman if she were handed to him. The journalist who sat with them, and whom Emma had neglected to greet, got up uncomfortably and left. Emma wished that Hammer would do the same.

“You’re an inventor Hammer. I’m sure you could think of something,” Emma barely disguised her annoyance.

“Well, I’m usually too busy to do much of anything fun. That’s part of being a hard working, stable...single...American,” he said, trailing off and failing to deliver his intended confidence.

“Plenty of hard working Americans know how to have fun. Maybe you’re just a buzzkill,” she told him. It wasn’t nice but she wasn’t known for being nice. “Maybe you’d like to get me a drink?”

Insulted, Hammer got up and left. He didn’t come back.

“I would say that was a little harsh but…” Loki began.

“But you don’t like him any more than I do,” Emma knew it to be the truth.

“I may not like him but he is still useful,” Loki said with a shrug.

“You know what else is useful?” Emma crossed her legs beneath the table and allowed the foot of her open toed shoe to touch his leg. “A little rest and relaxation, don’t you think?”

Loki did not respond to her touch as she expected. Oh he was interested but there was something of amusement in his response. Maybe it was because he was alien. Maybe his people couldn’t be expected to respond like humans.

“I suppose we could all do with a diversion here and there,” he agreed.

It was then that his thoughts became clear. He knew. He knew she was a telepath. He knew she was toying with him, and he was toying with her just as much in return.

“How did you…?” Emma began. This had never happened to her before. She had always been the one in power over men. Her beauty and her ability to read minds, her education as a sex therapist had given her a distinct advantage. And now this gorgeous man was playing her?

Loki smiled. “I have certain abilities. I may not be able to read a person’s thoughts from moment to moment but I can see their memories if I touch them. You gave me your hand and from there I knew the truth of it.”

“Then why didn’t I realize that until now? How are you able to block out at least some of my telepathic abilities?”

“Magic,” he said simply.

“So you can read memories, and do magic? Anything else?”

“It’s a rather long list,” he said demurely.

“Fuck,” she muttered. This was all falling apart now. It had been six months since she’d taken a man to bed. Most of them had been too stupid and self centered to bother with. After six months she was starting to get desperate but not so desperate that anyone would do. She had thought when she came to Hammer’s table to meet his friend that her chance had finally come. Apparently she’d be spending another night alone.

Loki raised an eyebrow at her word. “I wouldn’t say no to that.”

For the first time in years, Emma found herself blushing over something a man had said to her.

“Should I take your blushing as a yes?” he asked her.

Emma felt entirely out of place in this scenario. Never in her life had she been deposed of her power like this. And yet she couldn’t say that she hated it. Not at all. “Yes,” she said, all her hesitation ended. “How about a dance first?”

Loki led her out onto the dance floor and he turned out to be an expert dancer. He pulled her rather close to himself and took in a breath. She had never danced with anyone without knowing his every thought and desire. Some of Loki’s thoughts broke through but they were vague and even unclear. She had never felt so powerless, never so anxious, and certainly never so intensely turned on.

When the song hand ended Emma went to the bar and downed a drink. She wanted this, but it was so weird that she definitely needed a drink. Loki followed her and watched her with concern.

“If you’re not ready, there’s no need to rush,” he told her.

Emma spun on her heel to face him. He was being polite. He was truly concerned that he might be pushing too much too quickly and was too well mannered to do that to any woman, despite his desires. Emma dropped the glass in her hand and it shattered at her feet. Such kindness was rare in the men she had met. This one was dangerous. She had picked up that much from his thoughts, but he had standards. He would not harm a lady. She wasn’t accustomed to being thought of as anything other than an object to be lusted after and yet this man would never treat her as such.

“No, I am ready,” she said, stepping over the glass to return to him on the dancefloor.

The second dance was slower this time and both of his hands rested on her backside. She wrapped one arm around his neck and pressed close enough that she could feel his hardness against her center. The entire dance was not appropriate for a business dinner but she lacked the ability to care. It had been so long and he was more enticing than any dance partner she had ever stood across from. He leaned close enough that his breath was warm against her neck and Emma felt wetness between her legs.

The song came to an end all to quick and the sound of tinkling glass broke apart the few couples dancing. Charles Blake her CFO was making an announcement. She had forgotten that she had requested for Charles to do this speech. It was going to take a good twenty minutes followed by a formal dinner being served.

“I can’t leave, probably not for hours,” Emma said, frustrated. “I did set this up after all.”

“There’s no need to leave,” Loki told her. “I can give you exactly what you want, right here.”

“I’m not sure I can be that discreet,” she said, an eyebrow raised. “Not in this dress.”

“Who cares about the dress?” Loki said. “You’re a telepath. I have magic. I’m sure we can work something out.”

Her jaw dropped open. “You mean…?”

He nodded. “You sit at your table and I’ll sit at mine. No one will be the wiser.”

Emma went back to her seat at the bar and Loki back to his table where Hammer had been. She was barely seated when the thoughts began to hit her. Not just thoughts but images and sensations, very real sensations. This was going to be more complicated than she had thought.

It seemed as if Emma were no longer in the banquet room at all but instead in a bedroom with large open windows to a view of a world she had never seen. Loki’s homeworld. It was so real that she could smell a far off ocean breeze as well as the same scent she had smelled on his collar when she danced with him. He took her hand and pulled her to the bed, unzipping the back of her dress and letting it drop to the floor. Then he was kissing her. It felt so entirely real that Emma worried she wasn’t remaining still in the real world.

Emma worked on pulling off his clothes while he kissed her starting with the green necktie. His hands were on her breasts, his tongue in her mouth and Emma had every intention of pushing him over and climbing astride him. He gently pushed her back and crawled atop of her, resting his weight on his elbows and continuing to kiss her. She lifted her hips to encourage him to continue. She had waited so long for this that she didn’t need further preparation. She was already so wet, so needy, that she didn’t want to wait a moment longer. He pushed his way inside her and she let out a moan. He went still.

“Oh god don’t stop!” she told him, desperate for friction.

Loki grinned a little at her plea but he heeded her words and started moving again. He moved in and out of her slowly at first and Emma sought his mouth for more kisses. He gave them to her and then he moved to kiss down her jawline and her neck and beneath her earlobe. His pace increased and she lifted her hips a little higher to find her center of pleasure.

“Harder?” she asked of him and he gladly obliged, plunging into her deeper and harder than before.

Emma could not stop the moans that came from her and they were only increased by hearing his grunts of pleasure. Then the moment came when she could finally let go of the building tension. Her body pulsated in relief.

Emma came to herself and found she was still in the banquet room. Charles was still going on and on about financial matters and no one in the room was aware of what had just transpired in her mind. She had apparently kept still and silent. The stool beneath her was a little wet where she sat. Her eyes met Loki’s across the room and he grinned knowingly. Emma suddenly felt warm and she reached for a folded paper dinner program to fan herself with. Loki smiled more broadly at her flush face and she wanted to slap him as much as she wanted to laugh.

Once Charles had finished his little speech, Loki crossed the room and sat next to her at the bar.

“I can’t actually stay long tonight. Now that I’m done with Hammer, I’ll be leaving. I know where to find you though. My mind can reach across great distances, if that’s something you wanted anyway?” he asked her.

Emma bit her lip, intrigued by his offer. A telepathic lover? “I don’t want to wait six months until the next encounter..”

“Believe me, you won’t,” he told her.

“And you’re going to send me telepathic flowers and chocolate?” she teased.

“I don’t think I’ll have to,” he leaned into her space and placed a kiss, not on her lips but on her forehead. “Goodnight Emma Frost, until we meet again.”

“Until we meet again,” she told him as she watched him go, shaking her head at herself. Somehow, his green necktie was still in her hand.

#mcu #x men fanfiction #loki #emma frost #smut #telepathic sex #justin hammer #marvel crossover #marvel comics

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siriusmuggle · 3 years

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Chapters 6-8 have been edited and posted for We Create Our Own Demons on AO3! That's it folks! That's all the old chapters polished and posted. Time to start brainstorming some new ones! I'm going to focus mostly on my other fic Save Tonight for now but I'll try to throw in some chapter for this story here and there.😊❤ Enjoy!

@amanda-wilkie @creationcitystreet-em @serrabloodsong @patheticallysentimental @lust-discipline

#ao3 #fanfiction #angst #drama #original work #original female character #marvel #mcu #tony stark #iron man #established relationship #soulmates #violence #hurt/comfort #aldrich killian #pepper potts #justin hammer

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diazevan · 4 years

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1. Let’s Hang Out Sometime “Shackled”

Tony only has minutes to save Peter.

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Tony could recall how chaotic his life had been, but not even taking on alien armies, with a team of elite superheroes, would mean as much to him, as his children did.

Morgan and Peter together, as sister and brother, deserved to be remembered, it was as beautiful as the Renaissance, because no photograph would ever capture Tony’s disbelief, whenever they darted into a room together.

Still, normal life carried on, whatever ‘normal’ meant.

Not many semiretired superheroes had adopted a self-sacrificing Spider-Kid, who managed to topple, head-first, into danger, without any real warning; Tony was sure he was the only one. He wouldn’t change anything though, even if the kid found a new way to almost give Tony a heart attack, every other week.

Tony was home alone, most weekdays, mindlessly doing paperwork for Pepper, or finishing household chores.

Selfishly, Peter was at school, Morgan was at Kindergarten, and everybody else was working.

Peter was in senior year, which meant, he was usually too busy to hang out with any of them, even after school. He’d even dropped a few patrol duties, to make sure he was concentrating on his upcoming tests. He didn’t stay over as regularly, as he used to, because more often than not, he was bunking over with Ned or MJ, desperately trying to ready themselves for the coming onslaught of standardized testing.

At night-time, Morgan started performing a bedroom ritual. She’d get out of bed, fifteen or so minutes after being read a story, sit on the floor outside her bedroom door, with her arms crossed. She’d pout, and sometimes even frown. Tony and Pepper would tell her to get back to bed, but their pleas would be ignored.

Morgan knew how to stand her ground.

Most nights they would ask her if she was thirsty, or if she wanted one of them to stay in her room until she was asleep. It never worked. Usually, she would fall asleep, waiting, and occasionally, she would stand down, when she got tired.

A silent protest, it seemed, but for what, they weren’t entirely sure. It wasn’t until Peter stopped over for a week when Morgan’s intentions become clear because she didn’t do when he was there.

She missed her brother.

‘Why didn’t you tell us that, Little Miss?’

‘Didn’t want you to worry.’

Oh, she was definitely her father’s daughter. He made sure to point out, that she could confide in him with anything, even if it was sad. He didn’t want her growing up, internalizing everything, he’d done that, and it sucked.

Morgan’s problem was a simple fix, they made sure Peter visited more often, on weekends, and every Wednesday afternoon, he collected her from Kindergarten; they’d go out for ice cream or waffles.

Tony was sprawled across his desk, with his face uncomfortably laid across a pile of paperwork that he was yet to get done, “Uhhh.” He groaned, “Fri, is it bedtime?”

“Bedtime is a social construct, Boss.”

“You—” He sat up, stretching his arms over his head, “You’ve been talking to Peter too much.”

A ringtone traveled around the office, and Tony’s computer screen lit up, Friday announced, “Incoming call from Morgan’s Kindergarten.”

Tony sat up straight, with narrowed eyes, he swiped his hand along, accepting the call, “Hello.”

“Mr. Stark—"

“Miss. Jenkins?” He raised an eyebrow, “Is everything okay?”

“I’m afraid not, sir.” She sighed, “Nobody has turned up to collect Morgan. I know these things can happen—”

Tony darted his eyes to the corner of his screen, to make sure he hadn’t skipped a day, but it was definitely Wednesday, “Peter is meant to collecting her today—” He interrupted, as his stomach dropped to his feet.

“Oh, of course.” Miss. Jenkins exclaimed, “Could something have come up and he forgot?”

Tony moved his hand across his screen and attempted to ring Peter’s phone, but it went straight to voicemail, “No, he’d never—”

The screen blinked, alerting him that he had another call waiting, from a blocked number.

“I—Something’s—” Tony rubbed the nape of his neck, “Uh, I’m gonna send somebody to pick Morgan up. Can you—” He stuttered, “Can you stay with her? Don’t let her out of your sight.”

“Of course, Mr. Stark.” Her tone turned frantic, as had his, “Is everything okay?”

“I hope so.” He answered, before hanging up, but it was too late, the blocked number, had stopped calling, “Shit.”

“Boss, I have determined that May was the closest to Morgan, and I have instructed her to collect her.” Friday said, “She wants updates on Peter’s whereabouts pronto.”

Tony clambered out his chair, pacing, “Yeah, um—”

The piercing ring came again, but without having to be asked, Friday patched them through.

Tony crossed his arms across his chest, “Hello.” He barked, into the silence.

A familiar obnoxious sneer followed, “Anthony…”

Justin Hammer.

Fifteen years ago, he gave Ivan Vanko the ammunition to destroy innocent lives.

One of the lives that could have been claimed, happened to a young and undeniably brave, Peter Parker.

Tony lowered his voice, to a whisper, “Where’s my kid, Hammer?”

“Hold on, hold on, hold on-“ Hammer sung, “Can we catch up first?”

“No.”

Hammer hummed, “It feels like only yesterday, when I told your wife, that I was gonna make a problem for you.”

“Yeah?” Tony clenched his fists, by his sides, “I’m pretty sure you told her we were gonna be seeing you ‘real soon,’ but it’s been…” He chuckled gravely, “…What? Fifteen years.”

“In my defence, I was gone for five of those.”

“You make that sound like ten years is ‘real soon.’” Tony mocked, “I know, for a fact, you’re inside Maximum Facility – so, if you’re wasting my time—”

“Wasting your time?” Hammer laughed, “Is…your intern missing, Anthony?”

Tony learned that trick from Natasha, it was easy to get a bad guy to admit to their wrongdoings when you pretend to think that they are not the ones behind it.

Friday had traced Hammer’s call, and fortunately, he was still in jail, he was obviously using a burner phone, “Did Peter Parker forget to pick up your precious little daughter?”

“Where—”

Hammer shushed him, “You’ve got to applaud my brilliance, for I have outsmarted the guards and even you. From inside these walls, I’ve managed to pull off a…” He paused, “Tony Stark Heist. Let’s call it that. You took everything from me, and now I’ve taken part of your everything, from you.”

“Look—” Tony snarled, “Hammer, my kids have nothing to do with this.”

“Oh, but they do.” Hammer exclaimed, “I’m not a monster, don’t confuse me with that – Peter is at my Headquarters.”

“What?”

“I’m helping you.” He pointed out, “Peter Parker, is trapped inside, my Headquarters. The one your little Russian friend tore apart.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I love getting the last laugh.”

With that confession, he hung up.

“Friday—Can you—” Tony blurted, “Just get everybody!”

“On it, Boss.”

Tony pressed his chest, activating the nanotech suit; he rushed out, almost tearing the front door off its hinges.

He took the skies, concealing himself amongst the clouds. This was a trap, he’d be dumb not to see it, but Peter’s life was in danger, so logic had to be thrown aside.

Hammer Industries had closed down, following his downfall, but the Headquarters, stood unchanged. One of the only buildings that remained abandoned.

Tony landed, in what used to be the entranceway.

It was eerie, somehow, in a little over a decade, the building had aged, attributed to the graffiti on top of graffiti and nature was beginning the claim it back too.

Tony tore off the metal boards off the main entranceway, that had been put up to stop trespassers from entering, “Scan for life, Fri—” He found the door handle and made his way inside.

“One heat signature located.”

Blood rushed in his ears, he didn’t understand Hammer’s plan, but he knew it couldn’t be good, “Okay.”

He followed the schematics, towards the located heat signature.

It led him to a door, he rushed over, pulling it open, swiftly.

Peter’s voice screamed out, “Stop!”

Tony looked up, startled, “Kid—”

Peter sat, in the center of the room, shackled to chair, by his ankles and arms. His face was a gallery of superficial cuts and bruises, “Don’t move.”

“Okay, okay—”

Tony eyeballed the chains that were holding Peter, they’d didn’t seem particularly sturdy, they looked old. If he needed to, Peter could potentially escape them, but the kid was dangerously still.

“Pete?”

Tony’s stomach lunged forward, he fought against the bile rising in his throat.

There was a bomb, strapped to the side of the chair. How original.

Peter slowly bend down, he shrieked, tears welling in his eyes, “The timer—it’s –it’s going—"

“Boss, I believe you tripped the system.”

“I know.” Tony retracted his mask, “I’m sorry, kiddo.” He rushed over, kneeling in front of him, “It must be rigged, with the door.”

They had 3 minutes and 45 seconds – nowhere near enough time for Tony to unscrew it all and cut out the correct wires.

Tony used the lasers, in his gauntlet to cut through the chains holding Peter down.

Peter breathed rheumatically, “I can’t move—” He cried, “It will—”

“I know—” Tony cupped Peter’s cheek, “Fri, what’s the blast radius?”

“3.7 miles. There are currently 2456 civilians, in immediate danger.”

Of course, Hammer made sure there was collateral, putting Peter in harm’s way wasn’t enough.

Tony planned, on the spot, “Roll out the Iron Legion and inform the local authorities.”

“On it.”

Peter leaned into Tony’s palm, he choked out a sob, “You need to go.”

Tony snapped his head up, “Kid—"

“There’s no time, you’ve gotta get out—” Peter’s chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, “You know you can’t save me, this time, Mr. Stark.” He ducked his head, “There’s no point in throwing away your life…”

“Oh, kid…” He brushed tears off Peter’s cheek, with his thumb, “My Peter—”

Peter swallowed the lump, in his throat, “It’s okay.”

Tony leaned up, pressing a kiss on Peter’s forehead, “I’m sorry.”

“I understand.”

Tony muttered, “You really don’t.” He quickly looped his hands under Peter’s arms, swiftly pulling him off the seat, he turned around, taking his place.

Peter yelped, swaying on his feet, trying to get used to the solid ground, “Tony!”

Tony managed a small smile.

Peter cried, with wide eyes, “You tricked me?”

Tony nodded, “Get ready to run, kiddo–” He cautioned, “—On my signal.”

Peter threw his hands out, “What signal?!”

“Friday.” Tony cleared his throat, “Initiate the ‘comfort blanket’ protocol.”

The front of the suit opened, and Tony clambered out of the chair.

“Now!” He grabbed Peter’s hand and dragged him, out of the door.

Peter was limping, with a cry.

Tony locked an arm around him, lifting him off his feet.

As soon as they made it to the entrance, Tony leaped to the ground, shielding Peter in his arms.

The noise was deafening, but the blast wasn’t much.

“Wow.” Tony sighed, leaning his head on the concrete below, “I can’t believe that actually worked.”

Peter groaned, “Uh.”

“Hey there, kiddo.” He carefully helped Peter into a sitting position, “Never tell me that I can’t save you.” He bopped his nose, with his finger.

Peter bent forward, leaning his head on Tony’s arm, “What—” His voice cracked, “What is the comfort blanket protocol?”

Tony brushed his hands over the side of his undersuit, trying to get rid of a layer of grit, “Basically, the nanotech smothered the bomb and absorbed the blast.”

“That’s cool.”

Tony wrapped his arm around the kid, “And it worked.”

Peter laughed, “It’s you, of course, it did.”

“Ha.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Hm, I guess, maybe.” Tony pressed a kiss against Peter’s temple, “Justin Hammer’s got nothing on me.”

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @ali-griff

warnings: swearing, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids)

AN: it took so damn long and I’m sorry but here it is!

It was a game we played, Justin and I. How long it would take for the other to lock eyes. Usually, I won. Justin always had the biggest crowd around him so it wasn’t hard to find him. And he was always on alert, knowing I was looking at him fairly quickly. I looked down, blushing. It was almost like a sea parting when Justin broke away from his group and made his way over to me, excuses being used over and over again.

"Why hello there." Justin said softly, hand coming up to my elbow. “I noticed you looking at me from across the room. Like what you see?”

"You know I do." I whispered back, hand coming up to smooth over his tie. Justin smiled at me, the kind of soft look in his eyes that only I got to see. "What do you say we get out of here?" I made a small show of looking him over, relishing in the small blush that covered his cheeks.

"I wouldn't say no to that." He said, carefully leading me to the door. "The only question is your place or mine?" I laughed quietly as we passed the group that had surrounded him earlier. Men and women alike scowled at me as we passed.

“how about yours?” I said, turning to look at him with a smile. Justin nodded.

“we could do that.” He nodded. “Did you get your bed replaced yet?” I blushed and ducked my head as he opened the door for me, watching as the limo he arrived in pulled up.

“not yet.” I whispered. Justin looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Oh come on Justin, I’ve been busy. Work happened. Bed shopping isn’t high on my list right now. The mattress is fine so I’m not terribly concerned.”

“it will be when i show up unannounced and the next day i have back pain.” He teased, helping me into the limo. I rolled my eyes with a smile.

“so buy me one.” I leaned into him and smiled smugly at him. “You do like to spoil me.” Justin chuckled, drawing me in for a kiss.

“I really do.” He hummed, pulling me deeper into the kiss. Making out made the drive seem shorter than it actually was, the two of us stumbling out of the limo and into the house. Justin pinned me against the wall, kicking the door closed behind him. “I’m not worrying about it that right now though.” I hummed in agreement as he picked me up, letting me wrap my legs around his waist. Justin pulled his jacket and vest off as he adjusted my weight in his arms.

“so you plan on spoiling me another way?” I teased as he pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it into the pile of clothes. Justin chuckled as he ducked his head and buried it in my neck. He slowly nipped and kissed at my skin as he pulled me away from the wall. He carried me down the hall to his bedroom, softly setting me on the bed. I moaned as he started to kiss down my chest. I reached down and threaded my fingers through his hair, making Justin look up at me. He pulled off his glasses and tossed them on the bedside table.

“perfect.” He murmured as he kissed my stomach. “Absolutely perfect.”

“Justin.” I moaned, tugging on his hair. He smirked at me as he moved back up to kiss me deeply. My hands fell from his hair and settled on his back. “When did you take off your shirt?” I laughed. Justin smiled at me.

“someone’s already cock drunk.” He mused. I rolled my eyes as he went to kiss me again. I felt him fumbling with my pants, trying to take them off before he took his off. “A challenge. I like it. Let’s see how fucked I can get you.”

“Justin.” I moaned as he teased me with the head of his dick. “Please.” He chuckled as he slid into me. “Fuck me.” I moaned, my head falling back.

“I think I am darling.” Justin laughed, burying his head in the crook of my neck and he started to thrust into me. “Oh fuck.” He moaned as I brought my hips up to meet him.

“I’m not the only one fuck drunk.” I giggled as his hands started to roam. “Justin…please.” He sucked at my skin, marking me as his. My head tilted back even more and gave him more access.

“what do you need?” He breathed out, pulling back and hazel eyes meeting mine. The love and lust there nearly knocked the wind out of me but I pulled him back down for a kiss. “Tell me. What do you need?”

“harder.” I panted. “Fuck me harder.” Justin groaned as he complied. I dug my fingers into his back, my nails leaving small marks in their wake. Justin moaned. His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me up to meet his thrusts. They grew sloppy as Justin added a matching mark on my collarbone. I moaned as I orgasmed.

“fuck.” Justin moaned as he followed me over the edge. He collapsed on top of me, breath coming in short bursts as he tried to catch his breath. “You alright?” He asked, lifting his head and propping his chin on my chest.

“im good.” I said, reaching up and playing with his hair. He smiled softly at me, squinting slightly. “How are you? Do you need your glasses?” He shook his head.

“I’m good.” He assured me, reaching up to grab one of my hands and bringing it to his cheek. Justin turned to kiss my palm, making me blush. “Hmmm. Something about you blushing at a small and vanilla after we’ve just gotten down and dirty is kind of endearing.” I gently shoved at his face.

“shut up.” I laughed. Justin smiled at me again before grabbing the blanket and pulling it over us. We curled up around each other before drifting off.

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