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I am in fact doing the time-stamp meme.

And I'm also doing that thing I do every once in a while where I take a round of ficlet requests:

Give me a character or pairing and a word, and I'll write you a line paragraph random larger amount of fic in the comment window.

Fandoms for that: Iron Man movieverse, naturally. (Attempting to familiarize myself with comics canon, but, dude, it's Marvel, the character's been around for ages, the continuity looks like the CAT5e cables on a wall of switches.) Doctor Who (new) and Torchwood. Utena. Evangelion.

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[greenmouse.livejournal.com]

Iron Man (obv.)

Tony/The Suit (do that however you'd like, I'm curious), Pepper walks in, word: rusty.

[wired-lizard.livejournal.com]

So. Um. I tried, I really, seriously did, but I utterly cannot manage Tony/Suit without thinking of this fic (http://mayatawi.livejournal.com/683981.html). So you're getting an unauthorized sequel. Follows about, um, one minute after the fic.

I R riding on teh coattails of Tony/Suit greatness.



There was only on way in the whole damn world that this could get worse, and it happen just as Jarvis was calmly informing him that he couldn't come, could he? Not until he let him.

Because it was then that Pepper's keypass chirped at the door.

Tony's pretty sure he's stopped breathing. Not that he could possibly stop anything else--even if getting caught would have brought him off the boil, he couldn't, not this close to coming, not with the ring clamped round his cock. Jarvis hasn't turned the viewscreen on, just the speakers.

"Tony?" Click click of heels; she's coming in. "Tony, is everything all right?"

He's still standing with his gauntlets clamped in the assembly arms. He manages a breath; it comes long and shaky, and even just that slight motion of his body dizzies him. "Voice broadcast off," he pants, hoping like hell Jarvis acknowledges it. "I thought--you locked--the door."

"Must have escaped me, sir."

"You sick antique-peddling monkey." He gets a particularly brutal shove in his ass for his trouble. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck oh fuck..."

"Tony?" Pepper calls. "Why aren't you moving?"

Jarvis switches on the viewscreen. It's linked into the security cameras. All the security cameras. Even the low-mounted ones. There's thirty Peppers walking through his field of view, bewildered concern on their faces. Thirty views of the same little black business dress with the slightly flaring skirt, the same impossibly long legs--she steps near one of the low ones and they get longer, lines of muscle in her thigh he's never seen before--

She's wearing purple satin panties.

Tony closes his eyes and shakes all over and tries to fuck the goddamn ring in desperation.

She's wearing purple satin panties, very nice ones, that cling over the swell of her pussy, and one side has ridden in a little and there's pink, and a stray curl of hair, ruddy gold in the shadow of her skirt.

Tony literally feels his mouth watering. If he'd been a little further from the edge, he might have found the Pavlovian response amusing.

"Oh, my god," Pepper's saying, "you're stuck, aren't you? Something's rusted up--no, what am I saying, gold-titanium alloy wouldn't rust, would it? Something's malfunctioned? Tony, can you even hear me?"

"Fuck yes," Tony whispers. "Fuck." It's clearly become his new favorite word. "Um, voice broadcast on...Pepper, just--running some diagnostics. It's okay."

"Are you sure? You sound--"

"Fine, I'm--" Jarvis nudges his prostate mercilessly by way of punctuation. "Fine."

"Okay. Um." She's stepped a bit closer. Closer to that camera. There's this fine red embroidery at the edge of the satin, a feathery sort of pattern. Either Jarvis is fucking with him or he's just imagining, very vividly, what it would smell like if his nose was right there, but he isn't exactly trying to figure out which right now.

She's about to turn and leave when Jarvis pops the faceplate up.

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"Oh fuck," Tony groans, and screws his eyes shut. He's flushed and sweating and no doubt very, very obviously very, very horny. Never mind being fucked to all hell by a rather substantial and ever-shifting dildo. Never mind trapped with a metal ring looped round his balls when he'd really, really rather be coming. Right now, with or without his face in Pepper's crotch--

When he opens his eyes, she's just staring at him. It goes from concerned fear to sheer bewilderment to stark disbelief. She steps back, blinks.

"Okay." Tony has to pant between words. "Um. Right. Worst thing you've caught me doing."

"What is that thing--" Pepper makes scattered motions with one hand. "No, no no no, don't want to know. Not asking, you're not telling, there's a policy--oh my god Rhodey would piss himself laughing--"

"You are not telling Rhodey--" Tony has to stop for a moan. Can't hold it back. Not even with Pepper staring him in the face, because something's vibrating, very hard, very to his prostate. "Oh god."

Pepper opens her mouth and closes it. "Oh, so it's, um, still going?"

"It kind of has a mind of its own," Tony pants. He should be amazed he can still talk. He certainly can barely think.

"Right. Not asking, not telling. Not telling Rhodey, not telling the internet, certainly not telling how hot you are right now--" She blinks, puts a hand over her mouth.

Don't mind you telling that one, Tony wants to say, but it doesn't quite come out between the yell and the straining at the unyielding suit as Jarvis starts doing utterly, utterly overwhelming things to him. And as Jarvis flashes the low camera's telemetry in the peripheral camera to the left of the faceplate, which he doesn't really register except that he's seeing that fucking gorgeous purple satin again--with a damp spot--

The ring disappears.

He can't stop it. He can't fucking stop any of it. He's coming, right then, right as it goes, with a ragged scream, and the back of the helmet's got him, he can't even turn his head, and he's looking straight at Pepper through one of the hardest orgasms of his life. Her mouth is open a little, her cool eyes wide. She's blushing under the freckles. It would almost be funny if he wasn't coming.

She closes her mouth, opens it again, and finally manages, "Well. Um. That be all, Mr. Stark?"

"Oh, fuck all," Tony groans.

"If that's an order, I'm choosing to ignore it."

[greenmouse.livejournal.com]

. . .doom.

Woo. *fans self*