Avengers Fanfiction Peter Acts Like Tony Novels & Stories

"Your expression conveys that you gave him hope. I hope you did not forget what I told you last night." Ava removed his hand away from her head and glanced at others who were staring at her. "What is with this new acting? J-Just leave." She was unable to control her tone in the end. It was because her heart was racing faster. He always moved closer to her, as if he did not need her permission to touch her. Ian stepped back without breaking eye contact. Everyone widened their eyes when Ian said the next word. "You caught the future Alpha's eyes, Nerd," he said loudly while stepping back.

He stepped directly into my personal space, planting his heavy, uninjured left palm flat against the counter right beside my hip, while his towering, muscular body crowded me so completely that I was entirely trapped between his chest and the stone. The sheer, suffocating heat of him rolled over me like a wave. "Listen to me very carefully, you chaotic little fool," Peter growled, his face dropping down until his lips were bare inches from mine, his hot, ragged breath fanning across my skin. His ocean-blue eyes were wild, unhinged, and burning with a terrifying, possessive fire that I had never seen in a human being before. "You have absolutely no concept of what I am calculating. You think

“Please… let’s just leave.” Peter’s chest rose and fell heavily with anger. For a moment, it looked like he might still attack Winston. Then his eyes slowly dropped to Ava’s tear-stained face. The fury inside him softened almost instantly. He exhaled sharply before gently loosening his fists. Finally, he lifted his gaze back to Winston, his expression turning dangerously calm. “Luck is simply on your side today,” he said coldly. “But next time…” He stepped slightly closer. “I’ll make sure even mirrors won’t recognize you.”

There, she was completely impressed and sated with me. “You are going to take some sacred vows with your beloved in a while.” Peter pulled me out of my wicked thoughts, making me glare at him. “Get your head out of the gutter for a couple more hours then she is all yours.” “For fuck’s sake, Peter, this so-called good boy act does not suit you. Just go back to being a prick, would you?” I asked him. He rolled his eyes. “But I am having so much fun with this.” He grinned.

Peter whimpered in excitement as the smacks were making him leaked pre-cum. "I'm sorry, Paolo!" Peter moaned louder and curled his toes from the sheer blow. "Very good, you like this?" He caressed his ass lovingly then smack them again. "Ommmph...I'm sorry...Paolo." Peter's hand gripped the sheets tighter. Peter was high on anticipation, he was waiting for Paolo to fuck him but he kept on smacking his ass. "Your ass looks so pink, baby." He could feel Paolo's lips on his back and shuddered when he licked his spine. Peter was squirming again, he was rock hard waiting to be fuck. But since his last stunt, he was too embarrassed to ask him for it.

Third Person's POV "What do you mean? Why the fuck you are laughing you asshole?" Austin irritated and asked him as before he could read all the terms, Peter came and slid papers towards him. "Wow! Easy bro, easy... Why are you getting so hyper? Calm down..." Peter laughed and asserted, "By the way, she fucked you up." Austin was stunned and looked at him with puzzling eyes. Peter answered as he saw his questioning expressions, " She made huge changes in your terms."

Luca cleared his throat loudly as he tapped his feet on the floor, but Peter didn't seem to mind this stranger. Peter suddenly hugged me. "I booked a room here, how about you come when Penny is away, so we finish what we started at Filla" I pushed him away from me slightly. "That's brave of you, Peter. Why do you think I'll do that" "Because my touch still turns you on" Peter teased my chest with his fingers and I let out a deliberate moan.

For a long minute, the only sound was our heavy breathing and the hum of the computers in the corner. Slowly, Peter pulled away. He didn't offer a hand to help me up. He reached for his clothes with his face returning to that cold, calculating mask I loathed. He pulled on his torn shirt, trying to fix the collar, looking like a man who had just survived a shipwreck. "Stop it," he snapped, his voice trembling slightly. I stayed on the floor for a moment, enjoying the cool air on my skin and his cum drip out of my violated pussy.

His tone was final, unwavering. I sighed again and shook my head. “I feel like a demon like I’m ruining your relationship with her.” Peter propped himself up on one elbow and reached out to gently tug the blanket away from my face. “If you’re a demon, then I’m more than happy to sell my soul to you. I’d lay down my life if it meant keeping you in my arms.” “Stop being ridiculous,” I said, but a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips. His grin widened, flashing teeth that made my heart flutter despite my attempts to stay serious.

Alec stepped forward. “Listen here, Peter. I am your fucking Luna and you will do exactly as I say. Disrespect me one more time and I will not hesitate to put you in your place.” I knew my aura was out. The camp had gotten quiet as they watched the exchange. Peter was on his knees. Holding his nose, he looked up at me. “Yes, Luna.” “Great, get back to work.” Pulling back my aura, Peter got up and left without looking at Alec.