Irresistible

There was a faint, almost negligible scritch of sound somewhere from Tony’s left.

It was so quiet, so barely there that Tony nearly decided to ignore it. To continue just laying in his bed in a fruitless attempt at a nap.

But then it came again, the quiet scuff of noise from his nightstand, and Tony bolted upright and was out of bed in a flash, eyes immediately centering on the point of interest with a precision he’d earned from years of just barely avoiding disastrously close calls in lab accidents thanks to his startling keen, trained eye.

His hand darted out before he even fully processed what he was seeing, ears catching on the startled shriek that rang out through the otherwise silent room as his fingers wrapped around - 

He lifted up his fist, squirming figure struggling desperately in his hold, and made his way over to his desk, sitting down heavily into the seat.

For a few moments, he could do nothing more than stare at the diminutive figure trapped in his fist, their frantic babbling no more than background noise in his head as he takes in every minute detail of their person.

Small, needle-thin fingers not even a quarter of an inch long grasp desperately at his pointer finger, pushing and clutching at it in turn as they struggle to loosen his grip. Their arms, which weren’t even as long as Tony’s pinkies and not even half as thick, strained, shifting to and fro and looking thin enough to snap under an easy pressure. Their legs were nearly entirely engulfed in Tony’s grip, kicking weakly against the insides of his lower fingers, small ankles and tiny shoe-clad feet poking out the bottom. 

And their face. It showed they were young, baby fat having receded but features still youthful. Brown doe eyes were blown impossibly wide in panic and terror, a high flush of adrenaline blotching their cheeks as their head whipped around in a frantic shake that had their curled, brown hair flying about them. Their bitten red lips were parted in a continued stream of pleads and begs, small nose scrunched as if they were on the verge of tears. 

Tony couldn’t help but revel in it.

“- p-please I - ‘m sorry, p- please lemme go - I w-won’t co-come back I- I - I p- promise,” they entreated desperately, a soft sob finally breaking through and cracking their fraught expression as a set of tears streamed down from their eyes.

Tony, as if in a trance, slowly lifted his other hand up, bringing the pad of his thumb up to the smaller’s face and disregarding their flinch and attempts to move away. With a featherlight touch, he brushed away the faint, glistening trails off their cheeks one at a time, the flow having stopped as the being stared up at him, quite suddenly frozen stiff with shock. Tony raised his thumb to his lips and let his tongue dart out to swipe at the tip, barely able to taste the faint saltiness that’d marred it. “Why should I?” he whispered to them.

He felt their trembling pick up against his palm - the feeling registering as a faint tingling sensation against his skin - and their shoulders curled inwards as if they could sense the shift in mood. “Wh-what?” they breathed out in a stutter, minute fingers clutching tighter onto his thick skin.

Tony tilted his head slightly, not loosening his grip on their figure but not yet tightening it either. “Why should I let you go?” he clarified with falsely imbued curiosity, simply wanting to hear their response, even knowing already it wouldn’t make a difference.

Their gaze darted around helplessly as if trying to find something else to help them, a small whimper escaping their throat. Their eyes turned back up to Tony for a brief moment before skating away, resting somewhere over his shoulder. “B-because y-y-you’re scaring m-me,” they strangled out, voice elevated in pitch.

Tony’s lip twitched up for a moment before settling back into a neutral expression. “Oh?” he said questioningly, egging them on to continue.

The small thing’s shivering hadn’t died down at all, though all other movements had completely stilled against Tony’s palm. They dipped their head in a shaky nod, frame close enough to Tony’s face that he could observe the way their lip quivered before they managed to regain some level of control. “P-please p-put me d-down?” they requested, though it sounded as if they were unsure of the petition themselves.

“Why?” Tony asked, taking pleasure in the building, nerve-wracked vexation that crept across the smaller’s face.

With a pressure so faint Tony couldn’t even feel it, their fingers tapped against Tony’s pointer - a nervous habit, most likely. “B-b-because I w-want th-that,” they managed to get out, shoulders hiked up to their ears and face near begging for Tony to concede.

Tony paused, letting the seconds drag on, during which time he simply observed their continued reactions. How their breaths began to hitch. How they started to squirm against his palm. How faint, distraught noises came through their throat seemingly without their knowledge. Tony leaned in closer, close enough that his face was only half a foot away from the being he held fisted in his hand. “So what?” he breathed, the hot air of his exhale blowing back the fine strands of hair off the smaller’s face.

Their lips parted in incomprehension for half a moment, and then their breathing picked up, taking the quality of harsh pants as though they could no longer get enough air into their lungs, pushing feebly at Tony’s finger as if getting more room between it and their chest would stave off their burgeoning panic.

Tony watched avidly and curled his fingers in just the barest inch more, eliciting a terrified scream from the one caught in his fist, who’s struggling picked up immensely as they kicked and bucked wildly against his fingers and palm, shoving desperately at any skin they could reach.

Tony pressed down just a hair further, just enough that their legs couldn’t even squirm in his grip and their chest must be beginning to feel heavy with compression, and the tiny thing wailed. 

“St-st-stop,no!” they screamed, beating harshly with their small fists at his single finger and heaving their breaths as they struggled to catch them. Tony faintly sensed the faint pings as the diminutive hands barely even tapped against his skin, all their efforts for naught as his grip remained at the same pressure. 

The whole while, he felt like he hadn’t blinked since he’d caught them, attention raptly fixed on each and every one of their captivating reactions.

Their terrified eyes leaked as tears flowed down their cheeks once more, thin drops cusping at their chin and falling onto Tony’s hand, sinking into his skin. Their useless struggles were barely anything, feet stilled and arms clutching against his finger in a desperate hold. 

And the sensations…

He could feel every nook and nodule of them in his fist. He could feel their ribs through their thin shirt and the small knocks of their knees through their pants. He could feel the barest pinpricks from their miniscule hands and the soft brush of their hair when they bumped their head against his skin. He could feel the slightest of their struggles, and he could feel how utterly futile they were.

It made something dark in Tony raised its curled form; he was completely absorbed in the situation in the best and worst of ways. It was as if his utmost fantasy had taken root and formed in the perfect way to play itself out: by giving Tony someone who he could do absolutely anything to without them being able to stop him.

It wasn’t simply that he desired to have no resistance, no. In fact, he reveled in it. 

He just wanted that resistance to mean absolutely nothing in the face of it all.

He wanted them to struggle. He wanted them to try and beg and do anything they could to escape. 

And then he wanted them to fail. 

Over and over and over again. Until they broke.

He wanted to exert the undeniable power he held over every single one of their actions - he wanted every single second of life they lived to only be kept because Tony allowed it. 

He blinked slowly - languidly - and honed back into the being whimpering in his palm - so helpless against him.

He clenched down on them - just for a fraction of a second and careful enough to make sure nothing gave way under the iron pressure of his grip - just to watch the way the tiny thing’s face shifted from panic to horror.

It was over almost before it started, Tony loosening his grip back to what it’d been when he’d first grasped them in his fist. They slumped forward with a heaving gasp, arms going limp and hanging over Tony’s finger while their forehead rested against the digit, wet, rasping pants filling the silence between them as the being struggled to catch their breath.

“You never answered, you know?” Tony commented idly, content to simply watch as they attempted to recover, leaning his head against the palm of his other hand, now propped up at the elbow.

He shifted his grip on them so that they were no longer restrained except for his thumb across their lap, their feet dangling off the cradle in which their body was pressed against Tony’s fingers.

They didn’t struggle much with the movement, still catching their breath with exaggeratedly deep inhales as if they were checking to make sure they still had full lung capacity. Their arms trembled, holding weakly onto the knuckle of Tony’s thumb.

Their head was hung low, fringe covering their expression as their shoulders sagged down. “Please,” they whispered, so faintly he almost didn’t hear.

And Tony grinned - a wild, feral thing that was filled with hungry, immoral delight - and said, “Make me.”

The other hardly reacted to the instigation, though, only hunching lower as their trembling picked up, hold in fact loosening against his digit so their arms drooped over it instead of clutching on.

The smaller sat limp in his hold, not reacting even when Tony gave them a warning squeeze except for a negligible flinch that spanned out into a shudder through their frame.

Tony’s lips curved downward, eyes darkening.

He shifted his thumb up, the pad of it laughably large compared to the figure in his grasp, and pressed the entirety of it against their face.

It took less than a moment for their struggles to kick back into high gear.

They couldn’t jerk their head back since their neck was braced against Tony’s palm behind them, so they tried to wriggle their hands between Tony’s thumb and their face in an inane attempt at forming an air pocket.

There wasn’t any room, though; the flesh of Tony’s thumb was pressed enough to sink in and fit perfectly against their face - though not enough to cause them physical harm.

However, it served to completely restrict the miniturette’s breathing.

Their nose and mouth were completely blocked off from airflow by way of Tony’s single digit, and he could feel their lips parting to gape open in a desperate attempt to suck in nonexistent air. Tony couldn’t help a small smile as he felt the diminutive rasp of a tongue lick over his skin, an amusing parallel to how kids would lick your palm if you put a hand over their mouth.

The being was unable to bite at his skin, though, as they couldn’t tilt or angle their heads to get their teeth against him. They could only mouth desperately at the pad of his finger, as if they held an inane hope that such action would warrant their release.

Tony shivered, mind clasping onto the thought of how the other was now forced to take in Tony’s taste instead of air, how they could do nothing as they were held literally under his thumb, oxygen completely restricted with barely any effort on Tony’s part.

Their trembling hands were now clutching onto the ridge of Tony’s thumbnail, weakly tugging at it in a feeble attempt to push Tony away, struggles beginning to slow.

Tony released them as soon as he sensed their grip slacken, thumb pulling off their face and dropping back over their stomach, watching intently as they heaved in a desperate gasp, choking on their own inhale in their hurry to do so. Their entire face was flushed red, hair a mess and sticking to their forehead as they took in frantic gulps of air, arms straight at the elbows and pressed against the side of Tony’s thumb. They were trembling so hard that their entire frame visibly shook, eyes wide and unfocused.

“Want me to do that again?” Tony asked mildly, stroking gently against their flinching abdomen.

They shook their head immediately, the movement jittery and petrified.

A sudden thought crept into Tony’s mind, insistent and damnably appealing. “What’s your name?” he hummed - a complete non sequitur - and gave them a soft squeeze of his thumb when they took more than a moment to respond.

They jumped, pushing back into his fingers but ultimately unable to get away in any sense of the word. “P-P-Peter,” they gasped out, hands still faintly pushing at Tony’s thumb, the man ignoring the attempts as he continued to pet their stomach gently.

Tony made a noise of contemplation, head tilting slightly as he watched them curl in on themselves. “That doesn’t really fit you, though, does it?” he questioned advisingly, thumb creeping up to brush against the underside of the being’s chin and against their neck before stroking back down, taking passing pleasure in the way they flinched harshly.

They didn’t respond, not that Tony could fault them much; their confusion was rather understandable.

“Do you know my name?” Tony asked instead, idly tracing circles against their abdomen.

They gave a short, jerky nod, and when Tony didn’t say anything in reply, they shakily said, “T-Tony St-St-ark.”

Tony hummed a noncommittal sound, using a barely increased pressure as he continued rubbing against the smaller’s stomach, feeling them tense a notch higher under his touch. “Do you think you should call me that?” he asked softly, encouraging the proper response as his voice dipped an octave lower.

They barely hesitated before giving an unsure shake of their head, shoulders hunching to their ears and knees bending as if they wanted to curl into a ball. 

Tony lightened his touches against them, smirking slightly. It seemed that they were at least somewhat quick on the uptake. “And what do you think you should call me, then?” he cajoled quietly, brushing his thumb against their chest.

They flinched again, shivers wracking their frame and hands coming together to twist and pull at each other. “S-s-sir?” they tried tremulously. 

Tony’s smirk widened, teeth glinting, and he gave them another soft squeeze that had them sucking in a panicked gasp. “Close,” Tony conceded, releasing the pressure and resuming his gentle ministrations against them. “But I was thinking…” he trailed off, leaning in again until the smaller was held only a couple scant inches from his lips, every slight, high pitched noise of fear that crawled past their throat sounding audibly in Tony’s ears. “...Master,” he murmured, hot breath wafting over the other and making Tony’s smirk sharpen further as they let out a quiet keen of distress. He pulled them back slightly, dark eyes watching their every action. “Hmm?” he cued, thumb sliding to cradle the side of their head, feeling the racing pulse of their frantically beating heart against the skin just below the pad of said digit.

They choked on a dry sob, and a single tear traced down their blotchy cheek. “M-Master,” they barely whispered, likely the most they could do through their terror-constricted throat.

“Yes,” Tony both answered and agreed, lips splitting into a full, enraptured grin and head rushing with anticipation of the complete and utter domination he would be enacting on the being he held and would never be letting go.