Featuring:When Tony finishes his first suit, he decides to test out the 'Good Time' protocol, with the help of Jarvis. Tony had done it. He had created his first armoured suit. It was late at night as Tony put it on, feeling the metal enclose his naked body all over. As the mask went over his face, he looked through the camera-eyes, his pupils darting around the interface.
“Alright, Jarvis, you read me?” Tony asked, looking around and getting used to moving in the suit. “Loud and clear, sir.” Jarvis responded. “Perfect. Y’know, I was gonna test the suit’s flight capabilities but… I'm feeling kinda naughty.” Tony admitted, his cock twitching beneath the suit. “Would you like me to activate the ‘Good Time’ protocol?” Jarvis asked him. “You know I do, Jarvis.” Tony smirked. “And would you like me to have full control, sir?” Jarvis added as Tony already began to feel vibrations emit around the suit, surging through his body. “Go ahead. Surprise me, baby.” Tony softly moaned. “As you wish, Mr Stark.” Jarvis said as Tony soon listened to the suit’s mechanisms move.
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Featuring:When Milo discovers Peter's secret identity, they end up making love in his bed. “You will all be working together on these science projects. I will remind you, you must create something that will demonstrate gravity.” The teacher told us during the end of our science class. I was sat next to Peter Parker, my best friend. He was really cute, to say the least. I had had a crush on him for about a year now and everytime I tried to shake it off, he'd smile and draw me back in. But not only was he cute, he was just the kindest, most gentle, intelligent, caring and heartfelt person I have ever met. When my Mum fell in love with an American and we moved to New York. Then after a month I was almost gunned down in a shooting. Thankfully Spiderman saved me. Spiderman! As traumatic as the experience was, I was so thankful for him. I had looked up to him ever since, despite what the cops think. Since then, I never thought I'd feel at home… That was until I met Peter. It was impossible not to be in love with him.
“Milo, you wanna work with me?” Peter asked me, pulling me out of my thoughts. “What?” I asked before realising everybody was packing their things and leaving. “Did you really not pay attention to anything?” He chuckled. “Well, thankfully I'm working with you, so I didn't need to.” I smirked, cheekily, getting out of my chair with him. “Yeah, lucky me, haha. Okay well if you wanna meet me at… Say 5? 5:30? You can stay the night.” Peter suggested. “Sure, sounds good. Need me to bring anything?” I asked. “Urrr… Nah, don't think so.” Featuring:Steve and Peyton go out on their first date and finish it getting sweaty in bed. It had been about 5 days since I had begun dating Steve - although I hadn't seen him since. He had my number and we had texted and called each other. He had been busy with Shield, which introduced some very intriguing questions. I had also been busy with work myself though it was far less interesting. One morning, I was making lunch for myself on my day off in the empty apartment. Just as I was grating some cheese, I got a text from Steve - I could tell because my text tone was like army trumpets.
‘Hey babe. I feel like I've been neglecting you, so how about I make it up to you with a date tonight?’ I couldn't help but smile at the text. ‘That sounds amazing. Whatcha thinking?’ ‘I wanna treat you to dinner. I'll pick you up at 6, is that okay?’ 'That's perfect! Can't wait’ Featuring:When Steve saves Peyton from a couple of muggers, sparks fly and they both end up in the bedsheets. It was late one evening and I was going to the nearby bar. I was only going because my friend was trying to set me up on a blind date. My name is Peyton Carpenter, I'm 24 and I work as a receptionist for a hotel not too far. I live in Brooklyn in a small apartment, barely getting by for money. I was wearing a red beanie, a long navy coat and a black button down shirt. I wasn't entirely hopeful for the date - my friend and I have very different tastes in men. So as I walked down the dark, quiet streets, I had my hands deep in my pockets, protecting them from the cold autumn air. I was just about to walk past an alley, when suddenly… Two men emerged from it. One was bald with a very beaten looking face and built like a tank, the other tall and buff with long, scraggly hair. They were both holding knives.
“Oi mate… Stop right there.” The bald one growled. “I don't mean to disturb you.” I blurted, trying to keep going but the scraggly haired one grabbed my arm and suddenly threw me to the ground - hard. My heart was beating out of my chest as I looked up at the scary looking men. “Empty your pockets…” The hairy one commanded. “C-C’mon, guys…” I stammered, hoping they’d just let me go, but I doubted it. The street was completely empty - nobody was gonna help me. “Did I stutter?” The bald one scowled before suddenly kicking me hard in the side, making me wheeze in pain. “Argh fuck!” I grunted in pain. “Give us your fucking money, you worthless piece of shit.” The other barked. “Excuse me men... I think it's time you leave.” A voice spoke up. We looked up to see this beautiful man who was made of muscles. He had blonde hair and a chiselled jaw. It took me a moment before I realised who it was… It was Captain fucking America! “Well, if it isn't America’s sweetheart.” The bald one sneered. “Get outta here, star-boy.” The other added. Steve Rogers gave a small chuckle, before simply slapping the bald guy. He flew back into the wall and got instantly knocked out. The hairy guy went to lunge at Steve but he simply grabbed him and threw him through the air, into the alley. CRASH! He fell into a pile of trash bags. “Holy shit…” I gasped, scrambling to my feet. I whined in pain from the guy who kicked my side - it fucking hurt. “Are you okay?” Steve asked me, looking at me caringly. “I um… I don't know…” I admitted, shaking. “Where were you going?” He asked me. “The b-bar…” I stammered. “Lemme take you.” He told me. Featuring:Max goes to a job interview to become Mr Stark's newest personal assistant, however the interview is a lot more intimate than he expected. Today, I was going to a job interview to be a Personal Assistant to none other than Tony Stark. THE Tony Stark. As in genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist Tony Stark. Also… Iron Man. So naturally, I felt sick with nerves as I arrived in the taxi, outside of Stark tower. I had put on a navy suit, with a white shirt and black tie, wanting to look smart for the superhero. I really wanted this job. I walked through the automatic doors of a huge tower that overshadowed New York and came into the luxurious, flashy lobby. Behind a partially chrome desk stood a few receptionists. Trying not to sweat too much, I went over.
“Hi… I'm here for the PA job interview for Mr Stark.” I said to the young woman with huge glasses. “Mr Paige?” She asked. “Yeah.” “Perfect timing. Mr Stark is ready to see you. Use this card on the elevator and go to the top floor.” She smiled, handing me a key card. “O-Okay…” I stammered. So, I took the card and walked across the marble floor before going into the spacious elevator. I had suddenly gotten even more nervous. I thought I'd be having a meeting with someone who decided if I was good enough for Tony, not Tony himself! There was a big mirror in front of me, as if to remind me how pale I looked. I looked at the long list of buttons before spotting the one at the top. However when I pressed it, there was a beep and red light flashed on a scanner next to me. I quickly showed it my card before hitting the button again. The doors shut and I began going up, as if mimicking my anxiety. I was holding a folder, which held my resumé - but it could be completely drenched from the sweat pouring out of my palms. When the doors finally opened, I stepped out into a very white room. There was a desk and behind it was an older woman with platinum white hair, huge hoop earrings and a smart, narrow, grey dress. “Oh hi there! You must be my replacement.” She joked, giving me a friendly smile. “Oh, I guess haha.” I said with a nervous laugh. “Don't be worried, he's fine. Easy to handle. Basically a toddler with a huge brain.” The woman chuckled. “He's ready to see you. Just walk through those doors, there.” She said, gesturing towards a set of wooden double doors. |
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