#MARVEL CAN'T TIE THEIR OWN FUCKING SHOES

[heartshapedmisery]

day one! ⇢ orgasm denial with robert fischer

warnings! ⇢ MINORS DNI 18+ | dom!robert fischer x sub!reader, unprotected p in v sex, masturbation ( f ), orgasm denial, creampie, degradation, dirty talk, bit of a breeding kink? idk. lmk if i missed anything!

notes! ⇢ ahhh october is finally here i can't wait for all the fun fics I have planned for this month!! hope you like this one, next fic comes out on Wednesday! :)

✷ main masterlist | 2023 kintober masterlist

"Robbie!" he heard his name fall from your lips, echoing throughout your beautifully large bedroom as he neared the door.

Your moans practically filled the entire penthouse, despite your attempts at being quiet. You couldn't hear the usual click of his shoes since you were too lost in your own pleasure, and really because he didn't want to make any noise out of fear of causing you to stop what you were doing.

He had just gotten home after a long work day and was met with your absence in the front room, which was highly unusual for you. Granted that he had worked later than normal, but you still were always there to greet him with a hug and a kiss no matter how late it got.

So when he didn't see you waiting for him in the living room, he couldn't help but feel the need to investigate.

That was when he heard it. Your soft moans that had been muffled by your bedroom door, but still clear as day. It made him stop in his tracks as he walked down the hall, his fingers white-knuckling the handle of his briefcase as his mind jumped to conclusions.

How could you have had the audacity to fuck somebody else in his home? In his bed? Had you no respect for him at all?

It wasn't until he heard his name rip from your chest did he let out a shaky breath, the anger in his chest fading and being replaced with pure lust.

Carefully, he turned the knob, cracking the door open to see your half-naked figure sprawled out on your large king-sized bed, your fingers playing lazily between your legs. Your arousal glistened all over your fingers, the wet spot on the Egyptian cotton sheets beneath you evidence of your time spent there.

"Fuck," you mewled, still unaware of your husband's presence. He simply marveled at you, fighting the urge to palm himself through his pants as he leaned against the frame of the door to stabilize himself. The muffled sound of wet squelching between your legs as your fingers pumped in and out of you made his dick twitch. He couldn't stand here and watch you anymore. He needed to feel you.

The sound of the door shutting made your eyes snap open, your movements coming to a halt as your guilty eyes met your husband's. A dark expression inhabited his face as his eyes raked over your figure, before stopping at the spot between your legs.

"Robbie, I-" you scrambled to apologize, but he simply shook his head silently as he neared the bed, shrugging his blazer off and throwing it at the foot of the mattress.

"What have I told you, baby?" he whispered, bringing a hand to your jaw and pulling your chin up so you faced him directly. He seemed calm on the outside, but you could see in his eyes that he was nothing but disappointed.

If it had been any other day when he hadn't gotten home as late as he had, he would've even been mad. But, he didn't have the energy in him to allow himself to be angry with you. Not tonight.

"You know better than this," he whispered to you, allowing his free hand to brush the stray piece of hair out of your face. "Don't you?"

A whimper escaped your throat as you felt ashamed for disobeying him. "I'm sorry, Robbie. You were just running so late, I couldn't help myself."

He couldn't help but smirk, his hands moving away from your face to loosen his tie. "Needed me that bad, hm?"

You nodded, your freshly manicured hand reaching up to palm his crotch, rubbing him slowly through his pants as you could feel how hard he was. You smiled giddily, your fingers slowly moving to unbuckle his belt, but he stopped you.

"I don't think you should be rewarded after breaking the rules, baby," he told you, his grip on your wrist tight. "That's not how this works."

Your smile dropped, his hand finally releasing your wrist from his grip. He motioned for you to move back on the bed as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, his eyes not leaving your figure once. Once he kicked off his shoes, you could feel a dip in the mattress as he knelt down in front of you.

"Lay back, baby," he told you, and you weren't hesitant to comply. Your hair fawned out beneath you on the mattress as he crawled over your body, his hips slotting in between your thighs as your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him in. "Want you to show me how much you needed me."

His hand moved between your bodies to dip into his boxers, pulling out his hard length and allowing it to slap against his clothed stomach. You could feel it rubbing against your thigh, and you would be lying if you were to say it didn't rile you up more.

"Please," you whimpered, your hand pawing at his bicep as he grasped his hard-on and moved to line it up with your soaked entrance. "I'll be good for you, I promise!"

Robert only shook his head, the ghost of a smirk evident on his face as he shoved himself into you without warning, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as he stuffed you to the brim.

"I know you will, baby," he cooed, cradling your head in his hand as he bottomed out inside of you, his tip just barely kissing your cervix. "And you're not gonna come until I say you can, since you've already treated yourself this afternoon, I see."

He looked over to the wet spot from your arousal on the sheets for a split second before returning his eyes back to you, guilt flooding your chest once more under his intense gaze.

"Please, just move," you mewled, complying with his restrictions. You could feel tears begin to well in your eyes as the feeling of him sheathed inside you was becoming unbearable. You needed him to fuck you already.

He didn't say a word as he pulled out of you before slamming his hips back against yours, his length filling you abruptly once again, sending a chill down your spine as your eyes screwed shut. A shaky moan sounded from his throat as he left hot open-mouthed kisses on your neck and chest, trailing from the sweet spot behind your ear to the valley of your breasts. His hips fell into a steady pace pistoning in and out of you, brushing the spot where you wanted him to reach the most each time.

"Fuck, you're soaked, sweetheart," he whispered as his free hand moved to hook on the back of your knee to pull it farther up around his waist, keeping you as close as possible to him. "Bet you've been daydreaming about me fucking this pussy like this all day, hm?" he grunted between moans.

You nodded lazily, unable to form coherent words as he fucked you stupid, his movements becoming rougher and more irregular as he could feel himself slipping off into his own pleasure.

The familiar knot of ecstasy appeared in your lower abdomen once more, a feeling you knew all too well after this afternoon, building stronger and stronger until you felt yourself begin to tip over the edge.

"Robbie!" you whined, clawing at his neck and raking your fingers through his sweet chestnut locks of hair before giving them a good tug to ground yourself. You didn't know how much longer you were going to last.

"What did I tell you, baby?" he breathed, not stopping his movements as he squeezed the flesh of your thigh. "Don't fucking come until I tell you to."

You wanted to obey him, you really did, but he was making it so hard not to come on his cock as he fucked into you at a relentless pace. You tried so hard not to focus on it, rolling your hips around underneath him in an attempt to bring him closer to his climax, hoping that he'd allow you to let go once he did.

"Fuck, yeah," he groaned, his eyes falling shut as his face fell to the crook of your sweat-glistened neck. It seemed to be working, his thrusts becoming sloppier and more unpredictable as he fucked you. "Just like that, good fucking girl."

He wasn't too far off now—and neither were you—especially with your walls clenching down on him as you tried not to think about your own climax. He was a moaning mess above you, the head of his dick twitching deep inside of you as he was on the edge of his release.

"Gonna fucking come, baby. Wanna feel you come with me," he groaned into your neck, lost in his own pleasure as he felt himself fall into the peak of his orgasm. His words were enough to tip you over the edge too after holding out for so long, a wave of ecstasy washing over you as you could feel his hot release fill you to the brim.

"Fuck, Robbie! Give it to me!" you whined, clawing at his clothed back as he gave you a few final thrusts before pulling out, his length becoming too sensitive as he removed the swollen head from your entrance with a hiss.

All that could be heard now was a mixture of heavy pants from the both of you, trying to catch your breath as you were both too fucked out to even think straight.

He rolled over and off of you, his chest heaving up and down as he turned his head towards your exhausted expression, his hand moving to brush away the hair that had been matted to your forehead with sweat.

"Sorry, baby," he told you, watching as your eyes fell shut. "Just had to teach you a lesson."

You opened your eyes again before rolling over and snuggling into his side, laying your head on his chest. You could hear his heart beating fast, and you couldn't help but smirk as you could feel it pounding against your cheek.

"It's alright," you told him. "Might have to break the rules more often if that's how you're gonna punish me."

[grimalkinmessor]

I Have A Question

Okay, so, how old is Tony Stark?

Yeah, yeah, if you Google it, it says he's 53 as of Endgame, which meant that he was 48 as of Infinity War, which is weird for a few reasons.

One, Tony Stark's birthday is May 29th, 1970. Which means at the time of the first Iron Man movie, he would've been 38. But I rewatched it yesterday, and something stuck out to me.

"Thirty years, I've been holding you up."

This is what Obidiah says as he beats the shit out of Tony (rude). But that doesn't match up. 38 is closer to 40 than 30, and with the distaste Obidiah feels for Tony, they certainly would've felt longer, so if Tony were actually 38, Obidiah should have said, "For almost forty years, I've been holding you up."

Now, you can argue that Obidiah has been around Tony since he was a kid, but 'holding you up' would imply that Obidiah has been responsible for Tony for thirty years. Which, he hasn't. Because Howard Stark died when Tony was 21.

(That brings me to another point of confusion: how did Jarvis "raise Tony after his parents' deaths" if Tony was already grown up? You can't really raise a twenty-one year old.)

Maybe Obidiah was talking about how long he's been helping Tony with the company then. But nope, checked that too, and if the '21 when orphaned' checks out (I doubt it), then Tony has only been running the company for 17 years. Which, if rounding is what Obidiah's into, translates to twenty years, not thirty.

Another thing that makes Tony's age inconsistent, is the Marvel timeline itself. Marvel said the events of the first Iron Man movie happened in 2010. Which it couldn't have, if Tony was 38 at the time, because 1970 dictates that he would've been 40, which still contradicts Obidiah's spiel about thirty years or whatever. Which means that Tony would've been 50 during Infinity War, not 48. The accompanied five years until Endgame would've made him 55.

The thing that made me take a look at this, though, was Peter Parker. His birthday is very close to mine, which I thought was cool, until I looked at it again and went, "Well, wait, that can't be right." Because his birthday on his ID, in the movies, says August 10th, 2001. But Civil War takes place in 2016. (Then again in Civil War, when Vision refers to Iron Man's coming out as eight years ago, that puts it back in 2008 territory, not 2010 like Marvel said.) This puts Peter Parker at age 15, right? Homecoming is also dated in 2016, so he's still 15 then too.

But Infinity War is dated in 2018. Which means that it's two years after Homecoming, so Peter Parker would be 17, maybe pushing eighteen because of the month, right? Wrong.

In Spider-Man: Far From Home, Peter says, "I'm just a sixteen year old kid." Which implies that Peter was still 15 when Infinity War happened.

Originally, I just wanted to find out how Peter was in Iron Man 2, when he was at the Expo. Iron Man was said to take place in 2011, which means that Peter would have been 10. Going by this we can assume that--still acting like he was 38 in Iron Man--that Tony is 39. But that doesn't match up either, because if Infinity War takes place in 2018, Tony is not 48. He's 46. If you wanted to try and fix it, you could say that Tony was 37 in Iron Man 2, except that would fuck up the 'he's 38 in Iron Man 1' part of it. But considering 1970, he should have been 40 in Iron Man, 41 in Iron Man 2, 42 in Avengers, 42 in Iron Man 3 (considering how soon PTSD starts surfacing and we were given a front row seat to it), and I'm not going to look at Age of Ultron, because according to Steve's 'seventy five years after he crashed the plane' it takes place in 2020, so whatever. But if Civil War takes place in 2016, and Tony is 42 in Iron Man 3, then he should still be 46. But going by Marvel's timeline, Tony is actually 44 during Civil War, which means he's been Iron Man for about six years, not eight.

There was inconsistency with the timeline from the very beginning, not just after Civil War. And it all started with the year 1970.

So I present to you: Tony Stark was not born in 1970. That information is false, just get rid of it completely, fuck that.

Instead, I give you: Tony Stark was born in 1978, or alternatively, 1980.

This patches up not only the two year gap of 2010, but also the gap of Age of Ultron, the gap of Civil War, and the gap of Infinity War. It ALSO makes what Tony says about Jarvis raising him, and what Obidiah said about thirty years make much more sense. It puts Tony at age 13 when his parents died in 1991, and the age of 30 when he made the Iron Man suit, which aligns with Obidiah's taunting. This also put the timeline back at 2008 instead of 2010, which goes with what Vision said about eight years between 2016 and when Iron Man emerged.

This puts Tony at 31 in Iron Man 2, 32 in Avengers, 32 in Iron Man 3, 34 in Age of Ultron, 35 in Civil War, and 37 in Infinity War, if we realign the timeline to fit the years and amount of time implied between each event. Or if we kept the original years, 34 in Avengers, 36 in Age of Ultron, 37 in Civil War, and 39 in Infinity War. So Tony Stark only hit his forties after Infinity War, when he settled down with Pepper and had Morgan, and would've been 44 when Endgame started and Morgan turned five (which makes much more sense biology wise but we won't go there today).

So basically, tl;dr, ignore phase three's time keeping completely, Tony's birth year is wrong and Marvel just fucked it up more by trying to fix it, and Tony built Iron Man at 30, not 38. This has been my TED talk, thank you for coming, feel free to fix my math if I messed anything up, but otherwise I headcanon this and you can take your incorrect MCU facts right the hell away from me.