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Vicbourne fic masterlist (UPDATED May 9 2024)

Everything (rated 18+), chapters 1 2 3

You Are The Only One Who Understands (rated 18+), oneshot

One Thousand Times (And Several Thousand More) (rated 18+), oneshot

Love In The Forests Of Windsor (rated 18+), oneshot

The Arts Of Love (rated 18+), chapters 1 2 3

In The Shed (rated 18+), chapters 1 2

Closure (rated 18+), oneshot

A Princess Is Born (rated 13+), oneshot

Queen Of England (rated 18+), chapters 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

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I don’t want things to change. I know, Ma'am. But I believe you will not be happy alone. Even with companions.

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lab partners - we could’ve had it all

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Ok imagine Peter and Tony keeping every single avenger awake during their sexipades in the lab because Tony has a intercom system for the compound and they accidentally turned it on and everyone heard Tony call Peter daddy

You probably weren’t thinking of role reversal but I was. And you probably weren’t expecting a mini fic but my mind is a bit scrambled and in overdrive so writing out all the energy. (Also why I haven’t answered some of your asks, @naughty-spidey, sorry! Wanted to actually turn some of them into fics and you know I’m slow as heck 😭 ) it’s also been a while since I’ve solo written a fic. 😩

Also, trying something new? Wanted to write as someone witnessing this instead of the usual late night sex scene from Tony or Peter’s POV and then finding out that the intercom was on so… An attempt was made.

WC: 1714

Notes: role reversal, young Tony Stark/older Peter Parker, daddy kink, dialogue heavy, Steve POV

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Finding out some barely legal twink was Iron Man was surprising. Finding out that it was Tony Stark? Not so much.

The kid was a genius, but a wild card. He had too much power for being so young but as far as the Avengers could tell, Tony had a good heart.

He was maybe a bit sassy and definitely a flirt, but he didn’t mean any harm. Steve thought Tony would eventually mellow out as he matured. For now, the team watched on, amused, as a persistent Tony Stark flirted and basically claimed a blushing Peter Parker’s lap.

Tony was just being Tony, shameless and loud. And poor Peter seemed to be at a loss when the teen put the older man into his crosshairs.

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Sober vs. drunk Sherlock

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Imagine Peter has been trying REALLY hard to get with Tony and Tony is just fucking oblivious. It is obvious that Tony checks him out, so there has to be some interest there. To test this theory, Peter brings a date (Harley? Harry? Quentin?) to an Avengers gala and Tony ends up getting jealous.

A+ prompt nonnie - thank you!!

Warnings: failed attempts at courting/seduction, insecurity, brief fake/pretend relationship, Peter being a bisexual disaster 

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Peter doesn’t get it. 

He’s done it all. Tried every trick in the book. Done his research, cross-referenced all the data and still: nothing.

What has he been doing wrong?

Fumbling for ideas on how to court a modern day billionaire, Peter had even consulted a book. Like an actual hardcopy from a local bookstore. It was called 10 Ways to Woo Your Boo.

Except, none of the techniques like show them how available you are worked, so Peter moved onto womens magazines, flirty articles on seduction techniques, mom blog posts, tumblr posts and reddit threads. In despair he’d even asked his friends for tips, applied them all and still Tony hasn’t looked at him in a way that isn’t infuriatingly paternal.

It started when Peter turned twenty-one. 

He was fresh out of college and had been upgraded to a full-time member of the Avengers. He’d gotten a cushy post-grad job at a research centre and was living out all on his own, in his own crappy apartment with a leaking roof and a poorly tended to, browning bonsai he called Bill perched on the kitchen windowsill.

So long as Peter was armed with his ID, he was a full-fledged adult in the eyes of the law.

Perhaps foolishly, he’d assumed it would make him an adult in the eyes of everybody else too. 

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If you have time, would you be willing to write Peter being super sweet and shy till he and Tony sleep together and he turns into an absolute cum-hungry cock-slut for his daddy and Tony loves teasing his baby boy so he spends a few hours just rimming till he's crying for daddy's cock? If not, I totally understand. I hope you're doing well.

I unfortunately do not have the time to write for all the beautiful prompts I’ve been sent lately! I wish I did because they’re awesome! If anyone else would like to fill this, please tag me!

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Peter is in unexpected heat and wants his alpha, tony to help him

Sorry it took so long!! My muse is a finicky bitch lol.

A/B/O, AU - No Powers - Peter’s 20 years old

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It’s been a day of back-to-back meetings, and Tony's done. ‘Loosened tie, pull out the scotch and have a couple’ done.

The shareholders have been taking issue (again) with his unmated status, and now Pepper’s been talking about setting him up on dates (actual dates, not hookups), but everything in Tony rejects the idea of mating to appease a bunch of stuffed suits.

Besides, he’s already got his eye on someone. Not that anything would come of it; Pepper would probably skin him alive if he hooked up with another one of his staff.

But his personal office housekeeper is so cute (and smart–once the kid finishes his first degree, Tony’s definitely going to offer him a paid internship), brunet with honey-brown doe-eyes, creamy pale skin. He’s also a snarky shit, and Tony loves it. They’ve been dancing around each other since Peter first got hired, and after his hellish day, Tony wishes he could just curl up with the twenty-year-old and scent him.

As he walks leisurely down the hall, he entertains himself with the fantasy of asking Peter to help him unwind, how he’d be able to smell the arousal even as the omega rolled his eyes and told him to find another hole to stick it in–

And Tony’s imagination is being particularly rewarding, because he swears he can smell the spun-sugar scent, sweet and just a little musky, that’s singular to his favorite omega.

It’s getting stronger as he approaches his office, and he feels a pang of surprise when the notes of heat come through the sweetness. 

When he gets to the door, he pushes it open slowly, quietly, heart pounding…

…to find Peter behind his desk, kneeling on the seat of Tony’s giant chair, facing the backrest. Naked.

Tony closes and locks the door.

The omega’s got one of Tony’s scarves pressed over his mouth and nose, and three of the fingers of his other hand are pumping in and out of his soaked hole.

It’s obscene, it's lovely. Tony’s barely begun trying to decide if he’s going to watch for a little longer or just go in and take him (he’s going to fuck him either way; that’s not even a question) when Peter realizes he’s not alone.

The omega stiffens, scarf sliding from his fingers when he twists to look at the doorway.

“Alpha,” he gasps, mortified, “Mr. Stark, I didn’t–I’m–”

“You’re what, sweetheart?” Tony asks, stepping casually towards and then around the desk.

Peter visibly shivers at the pet name. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–my heat’s early–”

He cuts off with a gasp that turns into a moan when Tony tugs at his hips, maneuvering Peter back into the position he’d been in when Tony’d first opened the door.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Tony says, pressing his still-clothed, already mostly-hard cock along Peter’s crack. The sensation of hot wet soaks almost immediately through the front of Tony’s pants, and he hums in satisfaction as he coaxes the omega’s hips into a rhythm that drags his hole up and down Tony’s length. 

After a few seconds, Tony no longer has to guide the motions, but he keeps his hands on Peter’s hips, squeezing and massaging, enjoying the way Peter’s undulating for him.

“I guess I could ask you to apologize for the mess you’re making,” Tony muses.

“Mr. Stark–” Peter gasps, the name a curse falling from those bitten-red lips.

“Yes, Peter? Did you need something?”

“You, please…”

It’s quiet, almost ashamed, and Tony can’t have that.

He leans forward so he’s blanketing the Omega, and Peter groans at the increased contact.

“I’ve got you, kitten. Anything. Tell me what you need.”

“You, you ass,” Peter bites out, gasping when Tony nips at his bare shoulder.

“I need you to be more specific.”

Tony’s smirking, and when Peter twists to glare hotly over his shoulder, the smirk turns into a grin. 

“I need you–” the Omega grinds back harder, “–to knot me, Alpha.”

“Good boy,” Tony murmurs, his chest swelling with warm satisfaction when Peter’s dilated eyes flutter shut. 

He doesn’t waste any more time, frees himself from the confines of his ruined slacks and sinks into Peter’s welcoming channel.

They both moan at the sensation, and then Tony starts up an almost punishing pace, one hand stroking over Peter’s cock while his other arm is wrapped around his chest, hand closed carefully but firmly around the omega’s throat. 

He drinks in the sounds of pleasure that drop from those cherry lips, loves how he can feel the vibrations in his palm.

It’s over a little faster than Tony would like, but Peter doesn’t seem to mind, if the keening wail he makes as Tony’s knot pushes through that fluttering ring of muscle is any indication.

Tony makes his own soft sound of approval when Peter cums in his fist, and at the resulting tightening of that moist heat where they’re tied together.

Careful not to jostle the connection too much, Tony shifts them around so he’s sitting in the chair and Peter’s on his lap.

“So,” Tony says, conversational but breathless, “how would you feel about riding out your heat in the penthouse with me?”

When Peter sighs and nuzzles at his cheek with a soft ‘yes, Mr. Stark’, Tony feels a relief he wasn’t expecting.

He strokes Peter’s chest and thighs, nuzzles him back, and feels more whole than he’s felt in a long time. 

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"Put that out, you're too young." Tony says, voice laced with sleep.

The boy looks over from where he's seated on the balcony, a glint in his eyes, and grins. The cigarette dangling from his lips sways as he smiles; a gentle glowing orange in the morning light.

"I'm too young for a lot of things, Mr Stark, didn't stop you last night."

Tony huffs a laugh and stretches his arms out above him, groaning as his shoulders pop. "What's your name, kid?"

"Peter." Peter's eyes sweep over his exposed shoulders.

"Mmm. I'd ask you to buy me a drink first, Peter," Tony manages through a yawn, shifting under the wrinkled sheets, "But I think we're a little past formalities."

Peter smiles and shakes his head in amusement. "I think we skipped formalities all together. Can't really remember that far back into the night, but I don't suppose it matters. I remember the important parts." Peter catches his eye and takes a final drag of the cigarette before stubbing it out on the railing outside. The smoke lingers above his head. "Although if you don't, I can always try and jog your memory."

Tony's eyes catch on the bruises circling Peter's wrists and smiles. "Well, Peter. I'm a little foggy on the details, but I could always do with a refresher."

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just uh very possessive tony. grabbing pete’s ass in front of everyone and resting his hand on the back of his neck and just sksksks

Yeah, I love this, Tony would be so possessive and Peter would love for everyone to know Tony owns him. I mean, collars, hickies, Peter covered in clothes with Tony’s brand on them. Peter constantly in Tony’s lap, trying to kiss at Tony’s neck, his fingers always trying to find their way under Tony’s clothes, trying to touch his skin. Tony would want to show everyone he owns Peter, but Peter would always be all over him, making it obvious who he belongs to.

Okay,, Tony’s hand on the back of Peters neck,, Tony has big hands, at least compared to Peter’s little body, his hand can almost wrap around Peter’s neck, and Peter has to lift his chin so Tony’s whole hand could fit on his neck. It’s sexual to choke Peter, but in public it’s just as sexual for Tony to place his hand on the back of Peter’s neck. His hand is hot and heavy and it sort of lulls and soothes Peter. Sometimes he’ll just place it there to remind Peter he’s there, or he’ll rub Peter’s neck a little, making Peter weak in the knees. Sometimes he’ll use his hand to guide Peter somewhere, pushing on the back of his neck. Ah, I just really love hands, so of course Peter does too, his mouth probably waters when he feels Tony’s hand on the back of his neck because it makes him think about sucking  on Tony’s fingers.

And him grabbing Peter’s ass, very Tony. Sometimes he’ll do it privately, just as a little reminder to Peter that he’s gonna get fucked later. But sometimes he’ll be really bold and just fuckin slap Peter’s ass in front of everyone. Which will always give Peter a boner, and usually make him scurry off to Tony’s room where he’ll wait, hard, until Tony comes in. But in private, Tony will just massage Peter’s ass sometimes, kneading it and pulling his cheeks apart, spanking him and biting him and just paying attention to Peter’s ass, yeah, Tony would really love Peter’s ass.

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Combination of these two prompts: sugar daddy tony/ sugar baby peter + peter being a little shit basically

This is actually just a chapter of an old fanfic that I’ve rewritten-

“Can I take you somewhere tonight?”

 Peter looks across at him from his sprawling position on the couch, A.P Cal textbook in hand, legs dangling over the armrest as he drapes himself in what he hopes is an enticing manner over the cushions.

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Tony loves pounding into Peter's tight little hole from the behind but in this position he can't see the wrecked and blissed-out expressions he knows Peter's making, so like the genius he is he puts a mirror in front of them and makes Peter too watch himself get fucked like the little cockslut he is

Nghh yes give me Peter with his ass high up in the air and back arched from rough hands pinning him down by the waist, having to brace himself on both arms as Tony jackhammers into him so forcefully his whole body jerks across the bed. Tony catching glassy eyes peering into the mirror positioned before them and grinning sharp and dirty, fingers tightening from where they’re wound into tussled hair and tugging Peter’s teary ruined face upwards from where he was shoved into the pillows. “Don’t even bother hiding it doll, we both know how much you love seeing Daddy use you like the fucktoy you are,” he’ll grunt into red-tinted ears, smirking into their reflection as he takes in the pink blotchiness of Peter’s cheeks, the dark lashes framing his glistening eyes, mouth parting around needy mewls of “yes daddy, yesyesharder”– and Tony just can’t deny such a plead, especially when his boy cries oh so prettily. So he’ll tighten his grip on curvy hips till imprints form on porcelain-doll skin, then slip thick fingers in between those spit-slick lips to hook Peter’s mouth open so drool slips messily down his quivering chin– Tony cooing on about the filthy little sight they make together as he fucks a litany of breathy whines and wrecked sobs from Peter

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They are just so comfortable around each other. It’s so intimate.

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Unknown number: *calls me*

Me (while staring down at my phone): can you please not do that

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Do you mean: my KINK

- Being the Parker family’s doctor, Tony had been there since the very beginning to watch their little boy, Peter, grow up slow yet surely over the years… and somewhere along the line—he can’t exactly pinpoint when– his view of the young patient changed. All Tony knows is that one day the giggling, rosy-cheeked kid who always shyly asked for a lollipop at the end of their appointments had disappeared; taking his place, a gorgeous teen with slender legs that Tony yearns to feel wrapped around his hips and porcelain smooth skin that pinks so prettily and artfully tousled hair that just begs to be carded through.

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I might need another piece of fish. x