#tony and peter ficlet

[scholarlystarker]

A Starker inspired chat - thanks to @theonestarker for the GenZ input!

[pretty-bratty]

✨️Inspired by one time of me and Daddy @definitelynottony in the hotel✨️

It's the night after the fight in the airport, and Tony can't fall asleep. They're staying in Berlin overnight, and he kind of wishes he could drink all his thoughts away like he used to before. He doesn't do that anymore, and even if he did, there's the whole thing with Rhodey to figure out, and the government, and Cap - and the feeling that he lost the life he used to have before. And of course, there's also the kid.

The kid who knocked on his door some time ago, all blushy and fidgety, and complained that he can't fall asleep. Tony briefly wondered how he went by Happy unnoticed, but he also feels like he can hear Happy's snoring all the way in the halls, so yeah.

He pretends to be all cool about it, but this tight and heavy knot in his chest loosens once the kid steps into his room. It loosens more and more as Peter starts chatting about how cool the room is, asks if they can watch a movie, keeps talking about anything and everything but what happened in the airport a few hours ago. He hops on the spare bed - apparently Happy messed up the reservations and Tony got the room with the king-size bed and a little twin nearby, like he's a parent or something. He's too exhausted to deal with it. So now he's ignoring the movie in his king-size, while Peter's settled on the twin one.

The kid looks awfully tired and yawning too much for someone who suffers from insomnia. It's only after Peter's fast asleep on that spare bed, movie barely started and popcorn untouched, when Tony realizes. He didn't come here because he couldn't sleep. He fought the sleep, as well as shyness, and came here because he knew that Tony won't be sleeping. The realization washes over him in a warm wave, panging bittersweet in his chest. Tony stares up at the ceiling some more, and - fuck it. He's going to hell anyways.

"Kiddo."

"Nngh?" Peter's voice is nearly grumpy, so different from his usual adoration, from his anxiety to do something wrong and get kicked out. Tony feels a smile tugging on his lips. He loves it.

"Come here to cuddle. I can't sleep."

There's no 'Yes sir' and tripping over his feet - but no weirded out hesitation either.

"Mmkay." Peter just complies, sliding down from his bed and stumbling to the bigger one. It's like he's not even opening his eyes all the way? It's sheer luck that he doesn't trip.

The kid gets in bed and, before Tony can even open his mouth, climbs under the blanket and into his arms. Gets all cozy with his head on Tony's chest - heart misses a beat - snuggles close and immediately blacks out again. Tony gently cradles him in his arms. Holds him. His heart goes wild for a few moments, and then suddenly calms down, settling into a peaceful rhythm.

The thoughts of losing the life he used to have before get smudged, evaporate from this new feeling. The feeling of finding something that he's never had before. Something that's worth protecting more than anything else. He closes his eyes and breathes freely, for the first time in...he doesn't even remember how long. In a few seconds, there are two people fast asleep in the room.

[late-to-the-party-81]

Delirious Decisions

AN: Thank you for tagging me @mercurial-chuckles in your Delirious Decisions. I’ve kept all the same prompts, but gone with some of my own pair ups. I’ve written a little something for each prompt, some as short as 200 words and some as long as around 900.

Some of my entries are little drabbles for some of my established pairings, but some are new and in fact three are set in Avengers Tower with a new reader insert who is an Avenger of currently unknown skills, nicknamed Pipsqueak by the team because of how short she is.

Ratings vary from G to E, but all are labelled. For some stories I haven’t specified the pairing at the start because I want the end reveal to be a surprise (but none of these stories include smut).

I hope you enjoy.

These are all un-beta’d and dividers are by @firefly-graphics and me.

Masterlist

Cuddle in a storm with 🛏️

Reader x Bucky Barnes. Rated T. Fluff and suggestive language. 230 words.

A gust of wind sent the raindrops hammering against the window, loud enough to startle you from your light doze. The arm around your shoulder tightened and a loving voice crooned in your ear. “It’s just the rain, Doll. Relax.”

You turned your head back into Bucky’s chest, nuzzling against his red henley. “‘M totally relaxed. How long’s i’ ‘posed to last?”

“Well into tomorrow. And we’re not supposed to go outside in it, unless we absolutely have to.”

Somehow you pressed your body even closer to the human furnace that was your boyfriend. “‘M not going anywhere.”

Bucky chuckled. “You’re not going to leave the couch? What are you going to do when I go to bed then?”

You let out a displeased grunt. “‘Kay. The couch or the bed.”

“Good,” he declared, decisively. “Because I would’ve been lonely all on my own.” Without warning he stood up, scooping you up as he did and you squeaked in shock.

“Bucky! Where are we going?”

“I want to go to bed,” he answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“But ‘m not tired!”

“I never mentioned sleep, Doll. There’s more things to do in bed than that, as you well know.” He grinned at you and you felt the heat rising up your neck. “Kiss me, sweetheart,” he continued. “Keep me safe from the storm.”

Accidentally send a spicy text to 😳

Reader (Pipsqueak) x ? Rated T. Suggestive themes. 400 words

“Clint!” You really wanted to screech, but part of you recognised you still needed to maintain a modicum of discretion. You came to a skidding halt next to the blonde archer and he took in your distressed state.

“What is it, Pip?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not that short,” you hissed. “And this is an emergency.”

With a raised brow, he hopped up onto the counter. “An emergency, huh? What sort of thing counts as an emergency in your world?”

You resisted the urge to bite out something scathing - that wouldn’t help, given the circumstances. “You know I’ve been seeing this guy, yeah?”

“Nathan, right?”

“Right. So things have been going… alright.” You couldn’t help but wring your hands.

“Only alright? I’m sure you deserve more than ‘alright’, kiddo.”

“Yeah, so that’s what I was trying to do - make it more than ‘alright’, by sending him a message to… you know… let him know…”

“Oh!” Clint’s eyebrows almost shot into his hairline. “You ‘sexted’ him, didn’t you. Didn’t know you had it in you, Pip. But what’s the emergency? Did your ‘freak’ scare him off? If so, he’s not worth it.”

“No… it’s that… Oh God, it’s so embarrassing.” You buried your head in your hands, trying to hide, before blurting out “Isentittothewrongperson.”

His eyes widened even further. You were worried they were going to jump out of their sockets. “Which wrong per- Oh. Oh!” In two seconds flat he’d gone from sharing your worry to falling sideways on the counter in hysterical laughter.

“Don’t laugh!” You smacked him on the thigh with the back of your hand. “What do I do?”

Suddenly a sultry voice sounded from the corridor outside the common room. 

“Kotenok! Where are you? I have some of those things you wanted to try.”

You squeaked and turned on your heel, shooting out the side door, Clint’s laughter still ringing in your ears.

A few moments later, Nat walked into the kitchen and settled on one of the bar stools next to Clint’s mostly horizontal body. “Are you gonna stop laughing?” she asked him. Clint drew in some ragged breaths and sat up, the evidence of his tears of amusement marking his face. “When you stop teasing her. She thinks you really thought the message was for you.”

Nat’s expression morphed into faux shock. “You mean it wasn’t?”

And they both burst out laughing again.

Get stuck in a "there’s only one-bed" scenario with Kiss and some 💋 🥵

Ari and his Angel. Rated M. Suggestive language and fluff. 400+ words

You looked at the bed, a little shocked and, if you were being honest, a little embarrassed. Yes you were a grown up, and did grown up things with other grown ups, but it felt weird that your parents were also aware — and accepting — of that. 

You turned to your mom who was standing in the doorway. “So, umm, are both Ari and I in here?” You side-eyed the queen-sized bed, which had been plenty big enough for you as a teen, but looked very small now when you considered both you and Ari fitting in it together.

“Well,” your mom replied with a hint of mischief in her eye, “unless you can magically create another spare room, or you’re willing to sleep on the sofa — because let’s face it, your boyfriend won’t fit on it — you are, indeed both in here. Just remember, there are other people in this house, and some things ought to stay private.”

Behind your mom you heard Ari cover a snort with a cough, but you couldn’t glare at him without her seeing, so you just smiled and considered the torture you’d be in for tonight.

—----

Ari’s lips kissed a trail across your shoulders, his nose nudging the thin straps of your pajama top to the side. His large body was curled up behind you, a tell-tale hardness poking at your ass.

“Ari, quit it.” You slapped at the arm wrapped around your waist, but both of you knew it was half-hearted. Nonetheless, he stopped his sensual exploration.

“You really mean that, Angel? You want me to lie here, next to you, and not touch you. You want me to torture us both?” God, you could almost hear the pout in his voice. 

“But you heard my mom. She was basically telling us that the walls are like paper. My parents knowing I have sex is bad enough, but them hearing it? I think I’d just die.”

The hand around your waist started to move, drawing light circles on your skin where your top had ridden up. “We’d just have to make sure you’re quiet, then.” He pressed his lips to your shoulder again, just once, leaving the ball in your court. He knew you needed him as much as he craved you. Several heartbeats of silence and then you were turning in his embrace and hooking your leg over his hip.

“I hope you’re ready to be covered in bruises from where I have to bite down to keep myself from crying out.”

He dipped his head and rubbed your noses together. “Angel, I’ll wear them with pride.”

Admire from behind (if you know what I mean) 🍑

There’s only one answer here. A little snippet of the Captain and his Brat. (I love you, then I hate you) Rated M. Mentions of corporal punishment in a D/S relationship. <300 words

Meetings were never your favourite thing - were they anybody’s? - but one thing that made it all worthwhile. Walking out after Steve. It would obviously have been better if he’d been wearing his tac suit, but his tan slacks did sterling service too, highlighting one of his best physical attributes. As he strolled down the corridor ahead of you, going over some of the points of the meeting with Rhodey, you decided to take in the view. God, your fingers itched to grab those two muscular globes and squeeze them. Give them a smack, or even sink your teeth into them. And then, if you did, what would Steve do to chastise you and put you in your place. You felt a rush of arousal pool in your core and you stumbled a bit as you walked. In front of you, you realised the exact moment Steve caught wind of your state, because there was a hitch in his own step and, without breaking his conversation, he glanced back over his shoulder at you and gave you a knowing look. You shivered at the heat contained within it.  

Steve and Rhodey came to a stop outside of the latter’s office, which gave you a chance to slip by them, but as you did, you couldn’t resist it. Careful to make sure no-one else saw, you gave Steve’s right buttock as strong a squeeze as your hand could manage. He let out a little cough as his only reaction, and you smiled to yourself as you continued past, wondering how your Captain would respond, in the name of keeping you in line…

Push down the stairs (Oh, boi😏) 🪜

Reader x Ransom (Yesterday’s Dream, Tomorrow’s Nightmare, Never-ending nightmare) Rated M. Prior kidnap, prior rape, basement wife, non-con collaring, violence. <500 words

All you had to do was wait for your moment. From the moment you’d been brought here, you knew that if you bided your time, then a way of escape would eventually present itself. You’d given up fighting days — weeks — ago. Ransom was going to do what he wanted, and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of breaking you over and over. Making him think that you were weak and resigned to your fate would work in your favour at some point. You had to hold on to that belief. The collar around your neck chaffed, but if your luck held, then it wouldn’t be long until you could discard the hated piece of leather. 

He had been fooled by your act once before, until he’d brought the other man — Ari — who’d seen right through your facade, but after that night you hoped that both men thought you were broken down. Your belief was bolstered by the fact that Ransom had started to let you out of the basement and into the house proper. It was always at night, when he’d sent his housekeeper and chef home, but it still allowed you to get a better idea of your surroundings. This evening he’d decided that he wanted to watch football on the frankly vulgar sized television while you cock-warmed him, first with your mouth and then with your cunt, until he tipped you forward onto the carpet and finished inside you. Now it was time for him to return you to your prison for the night.

You followed him, eyes downcast, as he led you back to the door. When he turned his back to you, so he could unlock the door, your breath caught in your throat, anticipating the right moment. You’d only have one chance. As the basement door was pulled wide, but before Ransom could step away from it, your arms shot out, all of your body weight put behind them. You shoved him. Right between the shoulder blades. The moments stretched into an eternity as you watched him wobble and hoped that it would work. His cry of surprise rent the air and his arms pinwheeled. One hand caught on the door frame, and without a moment’s hesitation you pushed him again, screaming your fury at him.

Ransom’s foot slipped and his balance faltered and in the next instant he was tumbling down, landing at the bottom with a sickening thud which morphed into an unnatural silence. You turned on your heel, running through the house towards the front door. There, on a side table, was a bowl containing car keys. You scooped them up and ran out of the front door. You clicked the remote, trying to identify which car they belonged to — there were several lined up under a carport. Lights flashed in the darkness and you ran towards them and your freedom.

Ruin in the best way possible 😈

I’d say ‘poor Joaquín’, but I don’t think he’s finding it too bad… (Ojos Asi) Rated E. Sexual Content, inc edging and mild bondage. 150+ words

“Dios! Mi sol!” You straddled Joaquín, your hips undulating as you rode him. Beneath you, your boyfriend’s arms strained against the leather cuffs binding his wrists to the headboard. How had you gotten so lucky to have a man like this? A man who looked so beautiful as you took him apart. After securing him, you’d teased his body with your fingers, lips and tongue, taking him into your mouth as he’d arched under your touch. You’d chuckled to yourself when he’d sworn out a litany of Spanish the second time you’d brought him to the edge, but refused to let him tumble over. However, you had promised him that the third time would be the charm. You held onto his thigh and rested your other hand on his chest as you moved, grinning down and taking in the view. Sweat sheened on his skin, his hair was delightfully mussed and his eyes almost black with desire. And you couldn’t wait to do it all again.

Invade the dreams of 💤

Reader x ?. Rated M. Pining, psychic powers, accidental mind invasion, implied smut. <900 words

It had started out as an accident. Your psychic powers were fairly new to you, having only started to manifest, sporadically, in your late teens. However, it hadn’t been more than a minor convenience until about six months back, when you found yourself accidently getting caught up inside other people’s heads. It had been frightening, for both you and the person concerned and you’d had a few close scrapes when some folk had followed up that fear with violence. Luckily for you it had only taken a few calls to SHIELD for someone to take you seriously, and you’d ended up here, in Avengers Tower, where you would have the space and help you needed to get your powers under control.

You’d mainly been working with Wanda and Loki — they were the ones best placed to help you — but you also spent time with all of the others. They were a nice bunch of people, all of them strong but damaged in their own ways. It made you feel as though you belonged. However, with one person in particular, that regard morphed into something else — a big fat crush.

Whenever you saw him, your breath caught in your throat and your heart started to beat that little bit faster. He was so charming. So strong and self-assured. Whenever you were alone you couldn’t help but think about him, wondering how it would feel to be held in his strong arms. To be kissed by his plush lips that always seemed to wear a smile. It therefore wasn’t a surprise to you when you started to dream about him.

Night after night, your subconscious made him the focus of your fantasies. Not all of them were x-rated, but a lot were, and you’d wake in sweat, an ache between your legs. How were you supposed to look at him in the light of day, with all these sordid thoughts spinning in your mind? And when you realised he seemed to be avoiding you, you couldn’t work out if that made it all better or worse. Yes, you didn’t have to see the sparkling blue of his eyes or the way sweat sheened on his muscles when he walked past after spending time in the gym, but a lack of contact during the day seemed to make your mind yearn for him more in the night. Your mentors noticed that you were withdrawn and made gentle enquiries, but how could you tell them the thoughts you were having?

A pounding on your door jerked you out of sleep — out of the latest erotic dream. You wiped your hand down your face before staggering to your feet. It couldn’t have been some massive emergency — FRIDAY would have notified you if it was — but you wondered who could want you at three twenty-seven am on a Wednesday morning.

You pulled the door open with more force than you meant, only to stop as you saw him there. Bare chested, breathing heavily, blonde hair all sleep-mussed and an unignorable tent in his pants. 

Thor.

As soon as he saw you he appeared to change his mind, making to step away without saying a word, until you grasped his wrist in your own small hand.

“Wait! What are you doing here? Why did you wake me?” How were you being so brave? You wanted to hide, to quake in your slippers, but the ache within you seemed to be pulling you forward. Onward.

Immediately he crowded through your door, kicking it shut behind him and cupping your face in his hands.

“Why are you doing this to me?” he asked, his voice almost cracking from suppressed emotion.

“Doing what?” you replied, confused.

“Invading my dreams, little one. It’s maddening. I think that I have you in my arms and then I wake to find it was just a fantasy. I yearn for you, night after night. I am distracted by it. I need it to either be real or for it to stop. Do you understand? I can’t—”

Your jaw dropped open and your head spun. Had you been meeting Thor night after night in the dream-plane. Differing emotions clashed within you. Guilt at having invaded his mind in such a way, but also hope, because from what he was saying he wanted the reality as much as you did.

“I—” you started suddenly unsure how to answer. How did you tell a literal god that you burned for them? That you wanted them more than could be reasoned?

Thor let out a dejected sigh, apparently taking your silence for rejection. For the second time he made to move away and you were spurred out of your stupor and into action. You threw yourself forward, lurching up onto your toes to throw your arms around his neck and press your lips against his. You couldn’t tell him what you were thinking, but you could show him.

For a heartbeat he didn’t respond, but then his arms wrapped around your waist and he pressed you up against the wall of your room. His lips moved over yours, before his tongue demanded entry. You moaned into his mouth and bucked your hips against him, your dream induced ardour flaring back into life and enabling you to whisper out your need.

“Make it real. Please.” 

Fake a relationship with for drama 🎭

Reader x ? Rated T. Shenanigans. <500 words

“I can’t believe you’re sleeping with him,” Wanda hissed in your ear as you leant against the bar and watched the other Avengers circulating around the ballroom, shaking down the great and good for more donations to Peppers current charity. 

“What’s not to believe,” you responded with a coy smile, not removing your gaze from the object of Wanda’s surprised outrage. “He’s handsome, he’s amusing, he’s got the skills.”

“He’s a murderer!” Wanda’s voice was less of a hiss now, and a few of the people near-by turned at her outburst. It was hard to hold back a grin. 

“Wanda, half the people in this room could be given that same label, depending on your outlook. And it’s not like he was in his right frame of mind.” Sensibly, your friend didn’t respond to that. The pair of you stood in silence a little longer until you downed the last of your drink and firmly placed the glass down. Straightening your spine you strode across the room, coming up behind him and placing your hand on his shoulder, and revelling in the feel of his velvet jacket against your palm.

“Excuse me, gentlemen.” Three heads turned in your direction, eyes of blue, brown and green. “Would you mind if I stole this one away? I have a hankering for a turn around the dance-floor, and this one is rather nimble on his feet.” Without waiting for a response, you looped your arm through his and drew him away. As you made your way to the space in front of the band, you could feel the incredulous stares of Steve and Tony behind you.

“Darling,” your companion whispered in your ear, “I believe we’re making a scene.” 

It was true, from the corner of your eye you could see people beginning to notice the pair of you. Your left hand went to his shoulder as his right rested on your waist, and your other hands joined together.

“They’re probably wondering if you’re going to corrupt me, or whether I’m going to reform you.” Suredly, Loki began to lead you around in time to the music.

He chuckled, low and silky. “I think it’s entirely possible for both to occur. However, what I can’t understand is how all of the others think you’re this meek and mild goody two-shoes. You’re living for this drama as much as I.” He dipped you, and it was difficult to suppress a full-blown belly laugh. “Minx,” he grinned at you. “How long until we can unsubtly leave and have people think we’re up to no good.”

“After this song, I would think.” You winked at him and he rolled his eyes with all the drama this little show deserved. 

“Careful, little one. I might start to think you really mean all of this.”

You pondered his words and wondered to yourself if that would actually be a bad thing at all….

Team up with for a heist 🕶️

Reader (Pipsqueak) & Clint. Rated G. Hi-jinx, Tower fic, Avengers as family, fluff, Shenanigans. <700 words.

You crept along the hallway behind your partner in crime, excited, but also a little scared. Not that there would be any real, horrific consequences if you got caught. This was all in the name of friendly mischief after all. Still…

You tapped Clint on the shoulder and he turned to face you, questioningly.

“Do you think we’ll get caught?” you sighed. He had his hearing aids in, but signing was far more stealthy when you were trying to sneak up on enhanced folk.

“Not if you stick to the plan. I’ll run interference and you grab the treasure.”

You nodded in agreement, and continued forward. When you reached the open door to the common room, you stopped again, waiting outside as Clint straightened up and strolled in, as if he had no cares in the world.

“Hey fellas!”

Okay, you thought from outside, no Nat or Wanda in there. Good to know.

“Hey, Barton.” The deep voice of Bucky answered, and you knew that if he was there, then…

“How’s it going, Clint?” … Steve was there as well. The two were joined at the hip and it was sickeningly sweet. However, outside of Nat, they were going to be the hardest to sneak past. You just had to trust that Clint could distract them.

“Well,” you heard him say, “it’s a funny story…” That was your queue. The plan was that he would start some long, rambling story that had no real conclusion to it while you snuck in the room and carefully grabbed your prize. Looking around the door frame you could see your heist partner and the muscled backs of two super-soldiers, whose body language still gave off an air of interest. With all the stealth you could muster, you tiptoed into the common room, thankful for the carpet on the floor that muffled your steps. However, you did need to get into the kitchenette, which had a tiled floor. 

Keeping low, you scurried across the open space and ducked down behind the counter. Clint was still droning on about his friend’s cousin’s son who’d found a one-eyed dog cowering behind a dumpster, and when he did an impression of said dog, letting out a mournful howl, you carefully opened the cupboard in front of you. There was your prize! You wanted to clap your hands in glee, but that would have to wait until later. 

It was a moment’s work to pull the cloth bag from your back pocket and you waited for Clint’s next sound-effect to grab what you came here to find. You heard Bucky sigh, loudly and unsubtly, and you waited with baited breath, hoping that Clint could hook him back into the story. The sudden sound of Clint trying to be a bomb seemed to work so you decided to do a grab and dash. Once you rounded the corner, back into the corridor, you sped up into a sprint, before jumping up to grab the vent-duct access door and scrabbling up into your and Clint’s not-so-hidden highway.

You crawled along until you got to the junction that was your current ‘nest’. A soft thunk and a snuffling noise let you know that your charge had woken up.

“Hey, boy.” You reached out and scratched the dirty yellow dog on the top of his head. A few minutes later, Clint appeared by your side, grinning.

“The secret to any lie is to mix in a bit of the truth,” he announced as he reached into the bag beside you and opened the bag of artisan jerky. He pulled out three pieces, passing one to you, shoving another into his mouth and holding the other one out in front of the dog.

“Here you go, Lucky. Some of Bucky and Steve’s personal stash. Full of protein and low on additives.” The animal quickly scoffed it down and started to look around for another piece. The whole bag was empty within a matter of minutes, which was about the same time the three of you heard wails of anguish echoing up into the metal vents.

“Clint! Pip! Where’s my goddamn jerky?”

Friend-zone for life 🛑

Reader (Pipsqueak) & Peter Parker. Rate T. Angst, Unrequited love, friendship, feels. Approx 650 words

“Oh, Peter.” You sighed and gave him a sad smile. The young avenger stood in front of you, his dark hair tamed within an inch of his life with gel, wearing a dress shirt and slacks and holding a slowly wilting bunch of flowers in his hand. It was obvious that he’d heard you griping about your lacklustre love-life and how frustrating it was to be single in the lead up to Valentine’s day, because here he was, standing at your door with the most hopeful look on his face and you were about to break his heart.

“Please hear me out,” he garbled. “I know I’m a bit younger than you, but they say that age is just a number, and it’s not that big of an age gap, and like I’m in my prime and so are you, you know, for umm…” he trailed off as he turned bright pink.

You held back a second sigh — it wouldn’t help — and stepped back from your door to allow him to enter. It wouldn’t do to have this conversation out in the corridor. “Come in. Sit down.”

Peter scurried over to your couch and sat down on the edge of it, his hands holding the bouquet in a death grip. You took a careful seat on the single armchair opposite. “Look, Peter. I’m not going to say I’m not flattered — you’re a good looking young man and you have a lot to commend you — but I’m not what you’re looking for and you’re not what I’m looking for.”

“Oh.” His head dropped and you felt like the scum of the earth. He reminded you of a kicked puppy. “I just thought…”

“I know you did. And let me tell you, when I was your age there is no way I would have approached someone I had a crush on, especially if they were older than me.”

“You’re only nine years older,” he started to argue, but you cut him off with a raised hand.

“Yes, and when you’re my age, nine years older doesn’t mean that much. However, when you’re your age, nine years is a lot. But it’s not even that. I don’t want you thinking you can wait a few years and try again. I don’t want to upset you — I never would, you mean too much to me — but I’ve seen you grow up. I’ve known you since you were fifteen. I know you don’t want to hear it, but you’re my friend — my honorary little brother. I’m never going to be able to love you the way you want and the way you deserve.”

Peter seemed to slump even further, making him look even smaller and even younger. And then you heard the sniff.

“This was stupid. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come.” He suddenly stood up and pressed the heel of his palm to his eye. You turned your head away, trying to give him a semblance of privacy to get himself under control. 

“I’m sorry, too. I hope we can still be friends.”

“Yeah. Friends.” There was a petulant note in his voice, but you couldn’t be mad at him. His emotions were currently in charge. “You can keep the flowers. Or bin them. Whatever.” He dropped them on your coffee table and stalked over to the door, leaving your apartment and letting it bang shut behind him.

Now you let out that sigh, cradling your head in your hands as the emotional anguish washed over you. You peered at the flowers, a few of them now hanging limply on snapped stems.

“FRIDAY,” you called out. “Can you ask Tony to go and find Peter? I think he could do with a friend right now.”

“Sure,” the AI responded. “And would you like me to ask Mr Barton to come to you?”

“Yeah. That would be nice.”

Adopt a pet with 🐾

For this I’ve picked M’Baku and his Sabi-Star ([River Deep] Mountain High). Rated G. Fluff. Approx 350 words.

You pressed yourself to M’Baku’s side, both awed and wary at what was in front of you.

“When I said I wanted a pet to keep me company, I was thinking about something a little more ‘lap’ friendly. Or at least manoeuvrable.”

Your lover laughed beside you, the sound rumbling in his chest as much as it rumbled through the air. “Yes, but here in Wakanda, we don’t do anything by halves. And these animals are well trained and extremely loyal. Better than any dog.”

You looked at him pointedly, still not convinced.

“Ah, Sabi. Come,” he cajoled.  “We must get closer and let them know you. Maybe pet one of the babies?”

You transferred your gaze from him to one of the babies in question. You did have to admit that they were pretty cute, especially when they ran and their ears flapped around. Giving a small nod of assent, you carefully paced forward, concentrating on these animals that were almost entirely unknown to you - outside of textbooks and the odd zoo visit at least.

M’Baku held out his hand in front of him, and you copied his action, moving cautiously, and the baby Rhinoceros huffed at the pair of you, seemingly disappointed that neither of you held some kind of treat. It moved closer, and you held your breath as it snuffled at your robes, still hoping that you hadn’t arrived empty handed. 

Slowly, you reached out your hand and scratched the youngster behind one of its leathery ears and a giggle escaped you. Of all the things you’d experienced here in Wakanda, this was the most surreal. Suddenly, one of the adult rhino’s let out a bellow and the calf’s ears pricked up before it turned on its heels and trotted back over to the rest of the herd.

Behind you, W’Kabi sniggered. “That one is curious, unomdla. He will make a great War Rhino when he is grown. He is not frightened of one thing.”

“Yes,” M’Baku agreed. “Akọni.”

You watched the rhino calf frolic in the grass with the other youngsters, and felt yourself smile as your heart melted.

“Akọni.”

Take on a late-night drive with 🚗

Reader x Lee Bodecker. Rated E. Blowjob, unsafe driving, future sexy time discussed. Approx 250 words.

“Fuck, darlin’! That mouth on you.” The car lurched to the side, before coming back under control.

You pulled off Lee’s cock with a pop and smiled up at him. “Eye’s on the road, Sheriff. You don’t wanna get pulled over for dangerous driving.” You continued to jack him in your spit slicked hand. “You just get us to the look-out safely, and if you manage not to come, then maybe I’ll let you add a little cream to my peach pie.” You gave him a theatrical wink and then resumed your task, licking and slurping all over his shaft before widening your lips over his fat tip. 

You hadn’t planned on giving Lee road-head on the way out to ‘your spot’, but you’d been feeling some kinda way all day, and just couldn’t wait a moment longer to get your hands on him. You loved the way his soft flesh filled your hands. How the weight of him on top of you, spent and sated, made you feel safe and relaxed. And you knew, that even if he did blow in your mouth he wouldn’t leave you unsatisfied — he was good with his mouth and hands and he could keep you warm with those until he recovered. Now that you thought about it, that was feeling like a better idea. You hummed and felt him twitch, then slid your hand down to massage his balls.

It turns out that going for a late-night drive could be fun…

Let them fight your battles (while you swoon) 🛡️

This is definitely Nick Fowler and his spoiled brat (Ice Sculpture, Satin and Lace for my lover). Rated M. Violence, Suggestive language. Approx 450 words.

“Come on, darling. You look like you wanna have some fun.”

You reared back and wrinkled your nose as the guy who’d been pestering you all evening, and been getting subsequently more and more drunk, lurched back into your personal space.

“I do, which is why I came here tonight. With my friends. And why I kept telling you ‘no’. Now take the hint and go away.” This man had been the only blot on your night out with friends, and now he had followed the group of you out of the club. Of course he still didn’t engage the last few brain cells he had left, and his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.

“Frigid bitch.”

Instead of being outraged, you rolled your eyes. Now, you could deal with this yourself but it would be far more interesting to watch—

A third hand appeared, gripping your assailant the way he was gripping you, except that this third hand squeezed a lot harder. The man let go of you with a cry and was wrenched away from you with a large amount of force. He staggered, his balance severely impaired, but he wasn’t allowed to fall. Because Nick wasn’t done with him yet.

The drunkard didn’t really know what was going on when the punch landed on the side of his face. His head snapped to the side, but in contrast Nick looked totally unruffled, albeit very angry. God he was magnificent. You pulled your lower lip between your teeth in anticipation, barely noticing the discomfort of your friends at the violence unfolding. Or maybe you just didn’t care.

A second punch followed the first and this time Nick let the man fall, but only so he could follow it up with a violent kick to the ribs, and a stamp to his outstretched hand. He hadn’t even said a word.

Satisfied that the drunken scum wasn’t getting up anytime soon, Nick turned and walked toward you, carelessly wiping away the blood from his knuckles with the handkerchief from his pocket. When he reached you, he cradled your cheek in his palm and you relaxed into it.

“Are you alright, dragostea mea?” His voice was full of concern.

“I’m fine, Nicky. Just need you to take me home.”

“Yes, you need to rest after such a shock.”

You looked up at him, a mix of incredulity and condescension. “No, Nicky, I need you to bend me over and rail me until I cry.”

“Well, who would I be if I denied a lady her wish?”

With a chuckle, you linked your arm through his and let him lead you over to where his car was parked, totally oblivious to the expressions of shock behind you.

Flirt shamelessly with 🌶️

Reader x Tony. Rated M. Sexual Banter, Innuendo, HR nightmare conversations. 550 words.

“You wanted to see me?” You walked into Tony’s office and closed the door behind you. Not because you wanted privacy, per se, but more to stop anyone else overhearing your banter and reporting the pair of you to HR.

Your boss, and friend, looked up from his desk with a big grin on his face and a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “I always want to see you, Bun-bun.”

You grinned back as you walked closer and perched yourself up on the antique mahogany. “I bet you say that to all the girls, Tone.”

Tony clasped his hand theatrically to his chest. “You wound me, Bunny. As if I would restrict my attention to just your sex. Think of all the disappointed fellas.”

A chuckle bubbled up your throat, but you only indulged it for a moment. You were here for work after all. “So what can I do you for, my Liege?”

“Flattery will get you everywhere… but yes, actual adulting.” Tony rolled his eyes and you resisted the urge to smirk — he was so dramatic. “We — and by ‘we’ I mean ‘you’ — need to chase up Cyber-research on their report into the latest AI automaton, Prosthetics need to feedback on, well, the feedback issues and I need a Non-fat, almond milk, Venti Caramel Frappucino.”

Your left eyebrow rose up into your hairline. “One, what did your last slave die of? And two, I thought you only drank black coffee?”

Tony lent across the desk, getting closer to you as if he had some kind of secret to reveal. “In reverse order, Pepper tells me I ought to have a more varied diet and if you, sweet Rabbit, were my slave, I would definitely have you doing far more interesting, and stimulating things, than chasing reports and picking up coffee. Alas, you are merely my PA. Although I do have an opening for a slave position.”

“Just the one position? You disappoint me, boss. I’d expect you to be far more versatile.”

He shrugged with a facade of nonchalance. “I can be versatile, just ask — actually, no. Don’t ask them. It didn’t end well. Anyway, chop-chop. The quicker you leave, the sooner you come back with my coffee and I can continue to convince you of the benefits of being my personal servant as opposed to my personal assistant.”

You pushed yourself off the desk and smoothed down your skirt. “It’s a good thing I can take all of this in the manner in which it’s meant, Tony. Anyone else would have you watching a disappointed Cap video about sexual harassment.” 

At your comment, Tony pulled a disgusted face and you giggled as you walked towards the door. You took hold of the knob, turned it and were about to make your exit when Tony decided that he had, of course, to have the last word. “If there’s ever anything else you want to take—” he waggled his eyebrows, “— I have privacy glass in this office.” 

You clicked your tongue, flipped him your middle finger and went back to your job, with a shake of your head. Not everyone could handle Tony, but you had to say it made your days that bit more interesting. And who knew, maybe, one day, you’d take him up on his offer.

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[mystisophia]

Every time I listen to "Sunset Blvd" by Selena Gomez I only think about tonypeter.

Tony and Peter didn't go patrol together often since Peter is the one who is looking for the "little guy" every night and Tony is better in his workshop.

It used to be a mentor-protégé thing, but now? quality time as a couple.

I imagine them one time in the middle of a patrolling, they end up on some random rooftop. One thing leads to another and Peter ends up straddling Tony's lap, riding him like a cowboy.

Tony wasn't about to let his boy get cold, so Peter didn't take off his suit. Instead, Tony just tore open that part of the suit so he could slide in. On the other hand, Tony's suit opened in that part (yes, like the Iron Man helmet) (no, it's not the nano-tech suit) (Tony now ex-playboy Stark always been too freaky, clearly his Marks had that option)

They're were too caught up in the heat of the moment, too turned on by the excitement of having s*x in semi-public even if they didn't believe that they gonna get actually caught—

But it happen.

A neighbor thought there was a cat fight or smth going on (Peter's moans are too loud and he's way too sensitive) so the neighbour came up to check what the hell was going on and yeah... they've never bolted out of a place that fast in their lives.

Now at the Avengers compound, Tony was laughing and Peter didn't find the situation amusing.

"You think this is funny?!? I had to swing home with my entire ass out, Tony!" "We are never doing this again. EVER."

"Oh, baby. c'mon!"

Spoiler: they do it again.

(sorry again and again and AGAIN for my bad english)

~ mystisophia 🍒

[definitelynottony]

| Happy Birthday, Mr. Stark |

Peter rummaged through his closet frantically, looking for something to wear. MJ scrolled her phone sitting on Peter's bed, not helping him despite saying she would.

"Em, not that I don't love your company, but I really need help here! It's Mr. Starks birthday, and he actually invited me to come! Me! So please!" He begged from the inside of his closet.

MJ rolled her eyes and huffed, getting up. "Pete. He invited you because you're a young, hot twink who also happens to be Spiderman who worships the ground he walks on. You could literally show up in anything, and he'd wrap his arm around you and say you look great."

"That's not helpful! I don't want him to see me as some hero worshipping twink!"

"What do you want then, Pete?" She asked him quizzically.

Peter stopped his rummaging and looked over to his friend. He was confused and then perplexed by the question. He never thought about it. He just wanted to be near Mr. Stark. Wanted to be useful and helpful and needed by the man. Wanted by him.

"Uh huh... well, that answers that" MJ tried to control her smirk.

"What! I didn't say anything!" Peter's face bloomed red.

"Exactly. Your face said it all. If you want him to want you more than he probably already does, wear something fitted. Like your spidey suit."

"I can't wear the suit to his party, can I?"

"I said 'like it', not it." MJ rolled her eyes. "Anyway, I'm gonna head out. Let me know how it goes."

"Wait!" Peter grabbed her arm. "What do you get a billionaire that can get anything he wants?" He asked in a serious tone and pleading eyes.

She wanted to laugh at how adorable and naive her friend was. "Pete. You give the man that could get anything he wants, something only you have... if you catch my drift." She winked before leaving.

Peter stood there for a minute and blinked before it hit him, and his face was cherry red. He yelled down the hallway after MJ, "I CAN'T GIVE HIM THAT!" She slammed the front door and left Peter to slump against his bed, embarrassed, aroused, and intimidated. "It's not like he'd even want that... right?"

(Tony indeed wanted it.)

Peter showed up Stark Tower promptly. Although his nerves made him a fashionable ten minutes late. But he was outside the building, so it technically counted.

"Okay. I got this. I'm Spiderman, after all. I took on Captain America. I'm just going to tell him happy birthday and that I'm his present if he wants me... Oh my god, Parker that sounds so fuckin corny. Real smooth. Ugh! Alright. Let's just wing it. Yeah. Spidey charm him."

He took a deep breath and fixed his collar, and headed up. He ended up wearing his 8th grade graduation outfit. A black button-up that was too loose on him before, and now it was almost too tight. But it accentuated his slim waist. The sleeve were too short, though, so he rolled them up as if it was part of the look he was going for. He wore the slacks that fourteen year old him tripped. Now, they were just long enough to cover his ankles. He just hoped his butt looked okay.

FRIDAY opened the elevator for him, and he could hear the music before the door even opened. It wasn't the classic rock he knew Tony usually listened to. It sounded more jazzy. Must be more of a formal get together then - Peter thought. He took another deep breath before exiting the carriage.

He didn't recognize anyone when he first disembarked, but he smiled politely at the strangers. Some stared at him questioningly, probably wondering why a child was at this sort of event. Peter started to wonder why as well. He was about to turn back and just leave, thinking to just leave a happy birthday voice message on Mr. Stark's phone. But then there was a hand on his shoulder that quickly lowered to his back.

"Just the little spider I was hoping to see." Mr. Stark hushed into Peter's ear so others wouldn't hear the nickname. He guided him to the other side of the room - it overlooked the skyline. "My view from the penthouse looks just like this. Only better because it's higher up. You should see it sometime." Mr. Stark mused. Peter still hasn't said a word to him yet. It's like he stole his breath by just placing his hand onto him.

Peter tried to ground himself, and then he shuffled slightly, so he was standing more in front of the man than beside him. "Happy birthday, Mr. Stark." Peter smiled up at him a big awkwardly, and his cheeks became dusted with pink.

Tony, in turn, smiled down at the boy. "Thank you, Peter. I deeply appreciate that. And that you came." The mans voice was gentle and slightly raspy. It inspired a deeper flush to grow on the kid's face.

"Of course I came! I wouldn't miss it!" Peter chirped. "I'm sorry I didn't bring anything. I wasn't sure what to get the man that could have anything he wanted with a snap of his fingers."

Peter looked almost ashamed, and Tony wouldn't stand for that. Sure, he already was a few drinks in, but surely not enough to cloud his judgment any further than it already was natural due to being a Stark. So the older man gently grabbed the boy's chin and held it in place so Peter had nowhere else to look other than at him.

"You being here is all I wanted from you, Petey. I don't want anything else from you except for your company. Understood?" Tony said firmly.

"So you don't want my body?" Peter asked, disappointingly. But he quickly came back to himself, and his eyes grew wide, and he tried to back away from the man. Tried to turn tail and hide, but he couldn't. "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark. I didn't mean that. I mean, I did, but it wasn't supposed to come out like that. I just! And MJ said! And oh my god, I'm just gonna stop talking now."

Tony's initial shock turned to confusion, and then he was just kind of happy. He couldn't wipe the smirk off his face. God, this kid was something else. He made him feel like a kid again with his teenage antics. Tony retracted his hand from the kid's personal space. "Pete, breathe kid. I would love to hear the rest of this train of thought of yours, but preferably where 200 people aren't watching our every move."

Peter's mouth turned into that perfect circle. He forced himself not to look around. "Go to the elevator, and FRIDAY will bring you up to penthouse. Just be a good boy and wait for me there. I'll be up in a few." It wouldn't be the first time Tony ditched his own party, and it definitely won't be the last. He just has to do a little thank you speech and distract the crowd until they forget about the scene he just caused.

"Yes, sir." Peter replied, still a little spooked. But he listened and parted ways. Tony was once again greeted by the perfect view of the cutest little ass he's ever seen. He watched until the doors closed, then he went to feed the animals.

It took longer than Peter expected but it gave him some time to relax a bit. Mr. Stark was right about the view. Peter knew this skyline like the back of his hand. Looked at it from the sky as he swung around. Or just memorized it from the tops of buildings.

"Most beautiful view on this planet." Mr. Stark's voice called out softly. Peter jumped. His spidey senses are completely useless when he's with Mr. Stark.

"Yeah. It really is." Peter agreed with the older man. Not realizing he was, in fact, talking about Peter being in his living room.

"Want something to drink, Petey? I got soda, water, milk, and whiskey. Unless you want me to make you a green smoothie? They're fantastic, really." Tony chuckled at the kid who was laughing at the joke.

"A soda is fine, Mr. Stark."

"Whiskey it is." Tony winked as he loosened his tie. "Sit. Stay a while... please." He added with a less playful and more longing look. Peter definitely wasn't planning on leaving, that's for sure. So he sat on the sofa, and the older man joined him after retrieving the drinks.

"A soda for the spiderling and a whiskey for the old man." Tony joked as he placed the glasses down. He joined the boy, never afraid to raid the kid's personal space he sat thigh to thigh with him.

"You're not old, Mr. Stark." Peter huffed. He means it, too. Or maybe he just doesn't mind the age gap?

"I am quite literally old enough to be your dad, kid." Tony says, although he's not sure why he wants to make the fact even more apparent. Ugh. Damn his need to be right. Peter just shrugs. Bless this kid. "That doesn't bother you?" Why are you instigating this, Stark?!

"No. Why would it?" Peter quips.

Seriously, bless him. Keep instigating this, Stark! "Hm. Alright. So, if I understand you correctly, and please correct me if I'm wrong - If I were to lean over and kiss you right now, you'd be perfectly okay with that?" Tony's eyes were sharp and analytical as he watched the boy.

"Your assumptions are correct. And I don't see what your age has to do with it anyway."

God. Fucking. Bless. This. Boy. Tony leaned closer. Peter gave all his attention to the man. "Tell me what you meant downstairs, Pete." His voice was low, almost a whisper. So much more intimate than even a minute ago.

Peter's body grew flushed and he was having trouble thinking clearly again. "I... I wanted to... give you a birthday present, Mr. Stark. Something important or unforgettable. Something that even a billionaire couldn't buy." Peter swallowed his saliva. It went down hard...

"And what could you give that a billionaire couldn't buy?" Tony knew but, fuck, he needed to hear the kid say it. He could feel Peter's breath panting on his face as he leaned in that much closer to him.

"Me. My body." Peter answered.

"And do you still want to give yourself to me as my birthday present, Pete?"

"...Yes, sir." Peter leaned the rest of the way until their lips met. Tony was devouring him, and Peter let him. When they broke for air, Peter panted a soft "happy birthday, Mr. Stark."

[s-horne]

There was a time when Tony had panicked about his future. 

He’d had Peter young, just a couple of years into a crappy relationship that had fallen apart long before their bundle of joy had come and couldn’t be fixed even by Peter’s cherubic smile. From the very first moment, Tony had loved his boy. There hadn’t been a moment that Tony had regretted the relationship that had led him to his son, or ever wished that things had turned out differently. Not when Peter had had a phase as a baby of not sleeping through the night if the temperature wasn’t exactly 78 degrees, not when he’d learnt to talk and hadn’t exited his “why” phase for weeks on end, not even during the long weekend when Peter had caught pretty much every bug floating around his daycare all at once. 

Parenthood was where Tony thrived but, through it all, he’d lain awake at night and longed for someone next to him that wasn’t 2 feet tall and not quite potty trained. He’d wanted a conversation with another adult that wasn’t hurried at the drop-off gate or about yet another late project at work, and he’d wanted an arm around his waist when he was dangerously close to falling asleep whilst making himself his first coffee of the day. 

Everything he wanted for himself, he also wanted for Peter’s sake. He’d wanted someone else to see Peter’s drawings and marvel over them as they went up on the fridge day after day after day. He’d wished for presents from a grandparent at Christmas and another parent who could calm them both down when Peter refused to sleep even as the sun started to rise on the horizon. 

Tony had spent years worrying that no one would take on a small child with an absent parent who could come back and cause a storm at any time. He’d never expected anything to come from a one-night stand when the lights had been turned on in the morning and all of Peter’s toys could be seen in their scattered glory. 

But, then again, Tony had never imagined Steven Grant Rogers. 

.

They’d decided early into their planning that they didn’t want to do a walk down the aisle. Neither of Tony’s parents would be there to walk with him and Sarah had gotten so tearful at the prospect of their engagement alone that they didn’t trust her to be able to see to walk down the aisle on the wedding day itself. 

What they had decided instead was to have Peter as the star of the show, with the rings safely in his possession as he walked down the aisle to both of his parents waiting for him at the altar. 

And, boy, did he steal the show. 

Tony watched with a wide grin as Peter all but skipped up the aisle, his tuxedo so little it was almost comical. Casting a glance to his left, Tony felt something ridiculously fond catch in his chest at the pure and unabashed expression of love on Steve’s face as his eyes tracked Peter’s dance. 

“God, look at him,” Steve murmured.

“He’s gonna drop those rings before we can get them,” Tony laughed. 

“Yeah, probably. But he looks cute, so I’m sure we’ll survive without them.”

Tony scoffed. Be that as it may, he wanted a ring on his finger.

All of a sudden, Peter let out a gasp and started running. “Grandma!”

A ripple of laughter made its way through the guests as Peter headed straight for Steve’s mother. 

“Oh, look at you, my darling,” Sarah crooned, bending down and smoothing a hand over Peter’s hair when he reached her. “You look so gorgeous, little man."

"Hi, Grandma!"

"Hello, my love," Sarah laughed.

"Wanna sit with you!"

"Of course, but first you have to give Daddy the rings. They're very important.”

Peter took Sarah’s hand in a tight grip and practically shoved the ring cushion in Tony’s direction without looking at him. Steve laughed loudly, his eyes still solely on Peter as well.

Tony might have been jealous if he hadn’t been so relieved. So, yeah, he thought to himself as he untied the rings from the cushion and handed them to the officiant, he really needn’t have worried after all. 

[weewoowings]

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[warydoom]

This Is Why You Should Never Celebrate Early

@queenhunter102 - this is for you! Thank you for the prompt!

It was 2 am, on a hot summer day, and Spider-Man had just finished up for the night.

This night had been... weird. Everything was calm. Unnaturally calm. But his spider-sense wasn't tingling, hadn't tingled all night, so he forced his shoulders to un-hunch, and swung his webs to the roof of a skyscraper, heading home. He swung once, twice, launching himself into the familiar rhythm of the city.

‘Okay, I’m calling it,’ he murmured to the wind rushing past his mask. ‘Quietest night of the year. Official. No alien invasions, no genetically-modified lizards in the sewers, not even a purse-snatching.’ He did a fancy flip over a water tower, just because he could. ‘I could get used to this. Maybe I’ll get home, order a pizza. The works. Pepperoni and mushroom. I can live a little.’

This feeling of normal, boring, beautiful peace was so novel that on his twenty-fifth swing, nearly home, he couldn't contain himself. The cheer burst out of him in a giant "WHOOP!"

As he swung one last time, preparing to hit the familiar brick of his rooftop, the air in front of him screamed. It didn't just open; it was torn apart, a violent gash of ozone blue and impossible geometry, more impossible than Math class, ripping through the fabric of the night sky.

The portal materialized with a sound like grinding metal and tearing canvas, right in his path.

He had time to think "So much for pepperoni and mushroom" before his trajectory carried him through it, and he landed on a gargoyle. in the rain, the stone slick and cold beneath his feet.

Spider-Man’s whole body went still.

The expressive white lenses of his mask, usually wide with surprise or narrowed in focus, did something new. They slowly, deliberately, closed. Held for a full second. Then, just as slowly, opened again. A full system reboot in a single, frog-like blink.

His mind, unlike his body, was a frantic, chaotic scramble.

Okay. First assessment. Big, scary, dressed in black. Check. Pointy ears. Weird, but okay. Standing menacingly on a rooftop in the rain? BIG check. This guy screams ‘final boss of a DLC I never bought.’ He looks like he eats nails for breakfast and gargles with gravel.

The figure didn’t move. Just stared.

The lenses did it again. Sclooooow blink.

But wait. Hold on. The chin. That’s a billionaire’s chin. I’ve seen enough of them. And he’s got that intense, ‘I’m carrying the weight of the world and am deeply disappointed in you’ vibe. It’s… familiar. Is this another one? Am I just collecting emotionally constipated, armored father figures now? Is there a punch card? Do I get a free sub after my fifth one?

A flicker of lightning illuminated the bat symbol on the man's chest. It was stark. Intentional.

The slowest, most profound frog blink yet. The lenses seemed to sigh as they closed and reopened.

Oh. Oh my god. The tech. The scowl. The bottomless budget for themed accessories. The dramatic flair. He’s not a villain. He's not a new dad. Well, probably not. He’s… he’s Goth Tony Stark. That’s it. Goth Stark. Instead of Shakira, he listens to The Cure while building his suit. His AI is probably named Edgar or Allan or maybe even Alfred. Instead of offering me a drink, he'd probably offer me a vague, existential dread. It all makes sense now.

Spider-Man finally relaxed, a small chuckle escaping him. He raised a hand in a hesitant wave.

[late-to-the-party-81]

Tony putting Peter in a skirt with no underwear and pushing a vibrator into his ass and then making walk around during their date

Challenge Accepted

Sorry this took so long, but I hope you enjoy this little ficlet, which I’ve decided is set in ‘A place on earth’ universe, because I can. As always, aged-up Peter Parker

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Relationship: Tony Stark x Peter Parker

Word Count: approx 700

CW: Mild exhibitionism, mild feminisation, Sex toys, Sass and Snark, discussions of safe words, pet names, implied future smut

Peter came to a dead stop, almost tripping over his own feet, as the vibrations swept through him. The only thing that kept him upright was the deathgrip he had on Tony’s arm, which was ironic considering that Tony was also the source of the issue.

“Are you alright there, bambino?” Tony’s voice was saccharine sweet, full of faux concern and Peter glared at him.

“Peachy…”

“Yes you are,” Tony bounced back, and then decided to add insult to injury by grabbing a handful of Peter’s ass and giving it a squeeze and a jiggle, an act that did nothing to restore Peter’s equilibrium. A moan left his lips unbidden and his eyelids fluttered and he could hear Tony’s low chuckle.

“Keep making noises like that, and I won’t be responsible for my actions,” Tony said close to his ear.

“When are you ever?” The situation was making Peter feel sassy, and if he didn’t like to tread the fine line of danger he wouldn’t have become SpiderMan in the first place.

Tony chuckled again, but the vibrations eased and Peter drew in a few deep breaths, willing his body back under control.

“Are you ready to keep walking, sweetheart? I’d hate for us to miss our reservation. Although, with me being me, it wouldn’t actually be that much of a problem.” Tony started walking, and Peter was forced to move along with him, the weight of the plug heavy inside him.

“Humble, aren’t you?” Yes, the sass was strong today. So sue him.

“And you love me for it, Petey-pie.” Tony gently patted Peter’s hand where it was looped through his other arm.

“At this moment in time, I think I hate you.”

Tony clicked his tongue. “I think you will find, amore mio, that the mess you currently find yourself is one of your own making. I’m sure it was you who said - and I quote - “I can take anything you can dish out, Daddy. And you did start it all, skipping around the apartment in lingerie and making me have even nastier thoughts that I’d already had.”

“Yes,” Peter hissed out between clenched teeth, “but I meant at home. In private. And not in a skirt.” He gestured down at the red miniskirt that barely covered his ass. “People are staring…”

“So, full on exhibitionism is out? Noted.”

“Tony!” Peter hated to whine and pout, but he was feeling so exposed and there was a funny feeling in his tummy.

Tony halted them this time, turning towards Peter, effectively shielding his slighter frame from prying eyes, and taking hold of his hands. “If people are staring, it’s to call me an old letch - which I fully admit I am. But if you’re that uncomfortable, we can go home. You can safeword at any time, baby, and you get your reward either way.”

“I-” Peter started to reply, but then snapped his lips shut. What did he want to do? Yes, his cheeks were flaming, and people were staring, and the skirt made him feel so vulnerable, but at the same time he had Tony by his side. Tony made him feel so safe and so loved. And the vibrations of the plug he was wearing were obviously not unpleasant. As he mulled everything over his cock twitched, something that was telegraphed to Tony as well, due to the way the red cotton moved with it. Maybe he was feeling so jumpy because that’s how he expected to feel? He couldn’t deny the thrill he was feeling alongside it ,so maybe… “I’m alright to continue, Daddy,” he finally replied, and Tony’s mouth split into a broad grin, before he ducked down and kissed Peter a little more passionately than he normally would for such a public setting.

“You’re going to be the death of me, bambino mio,” he stated when he let them both come up for air. “And I tell you what, if you can get through lunch without drawing too much attention, then afterwards I’m going to take advantage of the easy access of your attire and suck off that perfect little cock in the executive washroom.”

Peter blushed deeper at the thought, but started to walk along the sidewalk with Tony once more. That was until the vibrations started up again, making him gasp. “Daddy!”

Tony shrugged. “Like I’m going to make it too easy for you, baby. Let’s see how much you can take…”

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Thank you for writing so many stories lately. I’ve enjoyed all of them and how unique each one is! Could I send in a request where Joaquin and wife!reader have a dinner party with the Avengers (any of them, new or old 😂)?

Dinner ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: Dinner with the Avengers

tw: fem!reader, wife!reader, drunk!Joaquín, drinking, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

I'm so glad you've enjoyed all my stories lately! I LOVE writing the OG Avenger's as a big happy family so this will not be canon complicit. So before you read, Steve isn't old, he just gave up the Captain America title. Tony and Nat aren't dead and Peter Parker is still known. Wanda never did the whole Westview thing, they managed to get the stone out of Vision in time. And I think that's it. Also, this was supposed to be longer but I forgot my original plan that I had last night when I started this. So sorry 😅

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Joaquín had told you that the Avengers are having a dinner party and you were invited too. You, of course, said yes. So now you found yourself perched in your husband's lap as everyone joked in the common room while the chief Tony hired finished dinner.

Dinner went by smoothly, you got to know everyone and they shared stories about Joaquín constantly talking about you. You smiled and laughed and enjoyed hearing about your husband's insistent talking about you. You weren't surprised that he did, you heard from your college friends that even before you two were dating, he would constantly talk about you.

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"And, I love the way..." you caught part of Joaquín's rant about you, he was multiple drinks deep. You had run to the bathroom and when you came back, Joaquín was talking about you. He paused when he saw you, a smile spreading so far across his face. "My wife, mi amor, amor de mi vida," Joaquín startled rattling off nicknames.

"Ok, I think it's time I take my husband home," you announced and pulled Joaquín up from the couch. You ignored the uptake of nicknames from Joaquín after you called him your husband and gently led him to the car.

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"Baby, come on," you coaxed Joaquín out of the car and into your house.

"I love you," Joaquín mumbled and stumbled into the bedroom.

"Mmm, I love you too," you replied and you took your spot in bed after changing both you and Joaquín.

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[sergeantrosabellaswan]

The Selection, MCU crossover royalty AU

SUMMARY: Fifteen girls. Two princes. One crown. The competition of a lifetime.

CHAPTER ONE

POLITICAL CURRUPTIONS

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1759

The arrow flew from my bow, quickly and silently making contact with the target, killing the deer instantly. Before the creature had even hit the ground, the Queen’s Bandits had pounced, knives out to cut dinner down to smaller pieces.

“That was a good kill, Rosabella!” Thor was quick to lavishly praise me, a hint of jealously shining in his eyes; his father had been one of the village hunters before he died three years previously due to bandits.

I leaned my bow onto the toe as my boot as I leaned forward, watching my little band of misfits hard at work. For the millionth time, I cursed King Joseph, if he could even be called a king; he had sworn to care for his people, but had neglected my small village by allowing bandits to invade us nearly every other week.

I ducked my head to pick at my threadbare blouse, all but see through due to one too many washings. My boots were no better- practically falling apart, with duct tape wrapped around the ankles and heels, making the sad looking footwear wearable- for the moment being.

I glanced around the dense trees nervously; even though I knew that the eight of us could take down bandits, should they dare to make an appearance, I was still wary out in these dangerous woods.

“Victor, do you think this will be enough for dinner, or should we continue hunting?” I asked quietly, speaking for the first time that day.

The red haired man quickly took inventory of the meat, skins, bones and organs, all which were tucked in heavy duty leather bags to make transportation easier on us all.

“I would get at least one more kill,” he answered with a simple shrug, his voice soft as well, waiting for me to make the call.

I nodded silently before turning, nodding to my close friends, who all quickly fell into line behind me; Sam, with his on the spot sense of humor and heavily tattooed body; Victor with his quick mind and even quick ability to do mathematics in his head on the spot; Thor, with his brutish strength and sweet, easy going nature; Loki with his graceful agility and ambidextrous hands, Pietro with his charming smile and sweet kisses; Peter with his nimble ability to quickly scale trees to keep a lookout for kills and bandits.

And then there was me.

Rosabella Swan.

I was skilled enough with many weapons, my main weapons of choice being deadly close combat and throwing knives and my trusty bow. My ability to skillfully hunt and my general distrust towards all except my Queen’s Bandits made my temper somewhat unpredictable; but what I lacked in social skills, I made up for in being the village sheriff.

“Loki, do you hear anything?” I asked, my voice coming out as a quiet whisper. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw him tilt his head as he closed his eyes for the briefest of moments. His eyes shot open as he quickly took up the lead, taking up deeper into the wood on a heart thumping chase.

At long last, I spied our target, and I loaded my bow with an arrow and got ready to take aim. I breathed in silently before letting the projectile fly. A smirk took over my face as the deer fell, and once more, my Queen’s Bandits got to work.

I watched them work as I slipped back into my thoughts once more; da’s brutal murder still fresh on my mind. The hand that wasn’t holding my bow clenched into a tight fist and I had to stop myself from breathing heavily. My father had sent countless letters to King Joseph, begging for help in defending the village from bandit raids, only to get chirping crickets in response.

The king had da’s blood on his hands; if I should ever meet him, I would deck him and most defiantly break his nose. I honestly didn’t care if assaulting a member of the royal family was certain death, I knew I had to make the king feel what I had felt for the past three years.

He had worked so hard to make the capitol and all the surrounding cities and towns prosperous, so why had he ignored the little village of mine?

I was snapped from my thought by Loki standing in front of me and placing a gentle hand onto my shoulder.

“Are you alright?” he asked me softly, his hand rubbing a comforting circle into my skin. I smiled up at him before pulling away.

“Come on; we should be heading back now,” I called out in a soft voice, avoiding his concerned question. “I don’t feel safe this deep in the woods with bandits running underfoot once the sun goes down.”

“Following right behind you, sheriff,” Pietro said, his easy smile nearly making me swoon at my dark haired lover. I barely managed to stop myself from making doeful heart eyes at him as I turned, a light blush dusting my cheeks as I led the way, my boots silently marching through the underbrush and leaves.

I skillfully followed the subtle X’s that I had marked the trees with to help lead us back to the village, my eyes darting from every tree to every bush; it wouldn’t surprise me if bandits attacked us in the open.

I didn’t like being vulnerable; it only led to certain death around this neck of the country.

Within minutes, we were on the less traveled road that led to the village; I couldn’t help0 but notice fresh tire tracks in the dust.

“Careful, now,” I warned in a soft voice. “I don’t think it’s the bandits, but be sure to keep your guard up!” I’d didn’t have to turn my head to see that everyone was nodding their heads in silent agreement as I slowly led the way towards the only exit into the crudely fortified village.

I was about to round the bend when Thor placed a hand onto my shoulder.

“Wait here; I’ll go check it out,” he breathed into my ear before going first before I could kick up a protest.

Barely even a minute passed before he called out to us.

“It’s safe!” his booming voice nearly making me jump. I was first to go around the bend, where I saw a motorcade was all but blocking to entrance. As we approached, we all couldn’t help but notice a man in an expensive looking suit was arguing with the half dozen sentries who were guarding the village from bandits.

“Look, you going to have to wait for the sheriff to return from hunting,” one of the sentries was saying firmly over the other man’s blusterings, clearly done listening to whatever crap the he was trying to feed the armed sentry. I could only roll my eyes as I marched up to the front of the village with most of the male population of the Queen’s Bandits falling in behind me.

“Sheriff! Welcome back!” a second sentry called out in an annoyed tone of voice. “These blokes are trying to get in… some kind of official business… I’m sorry to say that I tuned them out after they mentioned something about royalty or whatever…”

“You’re the sheriff?” Mr. Fancy Pants asked in shock. “But you’re a girl!”

This made me stop and slowly turn to face him. I drew myself up to my embarrassingly short height before marching straight up to that sonofabitch and staring him directly in the eye.

“I am not a girl, I am a dangerous storm with skin that will destroy you unless you tell me what you Goddamned hillbillies think you’re doing in my village,” I hissed venomously, ignoring everything until Pietro placed his hand onto my shoulder, messaging my skin gently. My hand went up to his as I stared up at the messenger, who was clearly trembling in his spotless shiny boots.

“I’m afraid this is between King Joseph and Miss Rosabella Swan,” he sniffed delicately, making my blood boil at the name of the king.

“It would be a wise choice to state your business,” I growled, not at all amused with the colors that the man’s face was turning. “Right now.” When he didn’t answer, my volatile mood turned even further south. “Turn them away!” I barked before beginning to storm into the village.

The sound of a car door opening caught my attention and my hand went to the knife I carried at my back, my head turning to see who was emerging from the motorcade.

My blood went cold as King Joseph ambled up to the little cluster of people blocking the front of the village.

“You!” I snarled, beginning to charge towards the man who was responsible for my father’s murder; I was stopped by Thor and Loki, each grabbing a hold of my arms as two more men joined the king. I didn’t recognize them; one was a scrawny blond who looked like a gust of wind would blow him over; the second was a well-built man with dark hair that lightly brushed his shoulders.

I laughed bitterly at the shocked expression on everyone’s face.

“What brings such a murdersome king like you to my small village of Wakanda?” I asked with a deep scowl etched into my face.

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[burial-at--sea]

been feeling a little low today ren :(( a short tnpt smut ficlet would be nice (bonus if petey's trans. 🩷 — thank you, wuv your works!)

hey made, sorry to hear you're feeling unwell. I've been quite sick so this is late + it isn't my best work, but here goes! I hope this works for you and you feel better dear.

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Only Good Things. (comfort sex, pwp, trans!peter)

Peter was no stranger to keeping secrets, but when he and Tony officially got together, trying to act normal about dating Tony freaking Stark and making new excuses for every time he had to do overtime at his “Stark internship” was harder than he anticipated.

Fortunately, with Ned thinking the Stark internship was only a cover for Peter's training as an official Avenger, Peter could spend more time with Tony while Ned covered for him. He just didn't have to know what exactly he was covering for.

So, during the rare nights when his and Tony's schedule's lined up, Peter will tell Mey he's going to Ned's for a sleepover, then he'd text Ned that he's on standby at the Avenger's compound. Ned tries to butt-in and ask if they need help but Peter reassures him that if anything happens he'll call (and his friend ends up falling asleep anyways.)

Then, Peter will grab his back-bag and head to Tony's secret place, a Queens home that the man purchased specifically to meet with Peter.

Usually, Tony is waiting for him with dinner and a movie to watch together unless Peter gets there first. They try not to talk about work, but they occasionally slip up and spend a couple of hours discussing recent cases, a new ridiculous scientific theory, or Stark Industries business.

Then Peter gets to his favorite part of the evening. When they're wrapped together, kissing as if their lives depended on it.

Most of the time, they stop before it gets too hot and heavy and settle for sharing the bed and cuddling to sleep, based on Tony's request. This was not to say Peter didn't occasionally test the man's self-control with tiny pajamas and tight jeans, and sometimes, Tony breaks.

It happens only when the man is deeply stressed about something, and sinking inside of Peter has proved most helpful in taking his mind off of things, more than anything else.

Even though Tony was unfortunately good at controlling himself more times than not; getting Peter off then taking care of himself alone. The boy still cherished the nights they got together, not as superheroes, not as mentor and mentee, but as lovers. There was nothing better than waking up in Tony's arms.

Except this time, Peter wakes up to an empty bed and a dark room. The digital clock flashes 3:46AM and the boy is confused. Before realizing it, he slips out of bed and sways to the direction of Tony's clearly strained voice outside. Peter has to rub his eyes a few times to see Tony. His boyfriend is pacing in the living room and talking on the phone.

It must be a business thing because his back looks tense. Peter drags his feet on the floor and Tony immediately wraps the conversation up. “How about you study the risk and get back to me. Actually, don't, just do your job.” He orders, tone cold and sarcastic, before hanging up.

He looks back at Peter with a guilty face, and Peter responds with his biggest pout. But don't be fooled by his expression; internally, excitement bubbles up when a rather filthy idea occurs to Peter.

“Hey, baby..” Tony greets, his tone completely shifting to something much softer. “Why're you up?”

“I could ask you the same.” Peter replies, crossing his arms and trying to put on his best disappointed look. “We said no work.”

“I know, sweetheart. But sometimes, life's just unfair. It was urgent.” Tony says, slumping on the couch behind him, he gestures to the empty spot next to him but Peter isn't in a rush to sit down. Instead, he slowly walks to Tony and stands right in front of the man, showing off his slender legs in his short shorts.

Tony doesn't say anything, but his now lust drenched eyes travel across Peter's body. He pulls him by the hand and Peter slides right into his lap. Tony holds him close and basks in the comfort which immediately floods his chest.

“The bed felt wrong without you..” Peter mumbles into Tony's shoulder, wrapping his legs around the man's hips, his pajama shorts folding further up to expose his milky thighs.

Tony runs a hand through his boyfriend's messy hair, his other hand going to crease his leg. “Feels wrong without you too, you know I only get the best sleep when you're here.”

A smile and a blush crawl to Peter's face, he shyly tucks his face into Tony's neck. A familiar feeling of warmth travels down to his crotch. He was getting wet and Tony hadn't properly touched him yet.

“Let's go back to bed then,” He suggests.

Tony sighs, “Not sure I can tonight, baby. I'm expecting another call in a couple.”

Peter grinds his hips against Tony's crotch, sending a clearer message. “How about you let me help you take your mind off things til then..”

Tony slightly stiffens under him, the hand on his thigh goes still. “Pete.. you don't have to, baby.” Tony says softly, but Peter can feel his dick harden in his sweats.

“I really want to..” Peter whispers, pulling back to look at Tony, fire in his eyes.

Their eyes meet and Tony's last shred of control shatters as he pulls Peter by the neck for a messy and hot kiss. Their lips clash together and Peter's jaw falls open to welcome Tony's tongue in, his hands sliding down his lover's chest.

Tony kisses him like a starved man. His hands are rougher than usual, one around the boy's neck and another squeezing his ass cheek, he's clearly airing out some of his frustration into tongue fucking and gropping Peter and the younger doesn't mind one bit. In fact, it only makes him more wet.

Peter can hardly find an opening to push against the man, and when he does he immediately stands to his shaky feet, watching Tony's hungry expression as he yanks his shorts down and throws them across the room. He's not wearing any underwear and for a minute he stands there, bare, showing off his dripping cunt to rile Tony up even more.

It works, Tony hisses, grabbing Peter by the arm and throwing him back on the couch before topping him, a stark contrast to the gentleness he handled him with minutes ago.

“I won't stop.” Tony warns before going back to eat at Peter's face while he slides his own sweats down to free his fully erect cock. “Don't, please-” Peter moans desperately in-between kisses.

Tony groans into his mouth, his hands pull Peter's legs apart roughly and he slides in between them.

His dick grinds against Peter's wet cunt and they both moan in unison. Tony rubs himself against Peter's clit for a few minutes, watching intently at how Peter's pussy twitches with want.

“Please please, Sir please I need you inside of me.” The boy whines underneath him and spreads his legs further, begging for his cock.

Tony knows he had renewed his promise to himself of going slower with Peter, but in that moment his mind is overtaken by one thing; how much he needs to feel the boy around him again.

“Spread yourself for me.” He orders, and Peter immediately complies, spreading apart his lips and showing off his wetness despite his embarrassed expression. “What a good little boy.” Tony praises, watching in real time as Peter's pussy gets wetter.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, quickly he grabs his dick and lines it up to Peter's hole. It's tiny, it's so fucking small against the head of his cock. But Tony will make it work.

He takes a minute to lean down and leave a much gentler, sloppier kiss to Peter's lips. “Mmm Sir, please..” The boy moans softly, wrapping his legs around Tony's torso.

Tony pushes his hips down, popping the head in in one go. Peter practically screams, his head falls back and he tightens around Tony.

“Fuck. Kid, you need to relax.” Tony huffs, grabbing Peter's hips so hard it could bruise. Peter was already tight, him squeezing around Tony was overwhelmingly good that the man could finish right then and there.

Thankfully, he isn't a dip shit and was still interested in making Peter feel good. “Pete, baby, need you to breathe yeah? Take a deep breath for me baby.” He softly guides, pushing Peter's hair away from his face and locking eyes with him as Peter follows his instructions with teary eyes.

“How do you feel, baby boy? Talk to me.”

“Full.” Peter huffs, “Please.. need more-” He begs again.

Tony waits until he feels Peter's muscles relax before he pushes further inside, giving the boy a few more inches.

“YES!” Peter cries out, bumping heads with Tony and going for another messy kiss.

This encourages the older man even more, he repositions his hips before going for the last thrust and planting himself fully inside of the wet, warm heat.

They moan together, relief and pleasure mixing.

Tony takes a moment to calm himself down before he starts pounding into Peter like he begged for many times before.

The boy's reactions are priceless, he makes the most delicious noises, his voice going a pitch or two up when Tony hits a particular spot, he's squirming and trashing under him. The sight is simply heavenly, and Tony feels his climax creep right around the corner with the way Peter squeezes around him. He wants them to cum together, and he knows just how to bring Peter to the edge.

“Pete, you're perfect. So good.. you hear me? Feel so fucking good, my boy.” Tony says to him, slowing his thrusts and aiming to the exact spot his fingers went once and made Peter squirt. Indeed, the boy shakes like he's been hit by electricity, as Tony fucks into his G-spot slowly and with purpose.

Peter drools and gasps, he tries to speak but the pleasure crawling up his spine turns his words into gibberish. “Oh! Tony- Tony. Sir- Agh! Oh God- Oh I'mna come! Help- oh fuck!” He cries louder, then locks eyes with Tony right as the knot in his stomach explodes. The older man feels it too and thrust faster into him, helping him ride out his orgasm. Peter whimpers nonsense, head lolled back on the couch as he takes it all in.

Tony knows he shouldn't, but fuck, feeling Peter orgasm around him made it hard to do anything other than finish inside of the boy.

Tony finds Peter's hand and intertwines their fingers as he fucks into his tight, wet, pussy for a few more rounds, feeling the boy shake and cry in his arms from overstimulation, before he lets loose and comes right inside of him, painting velvet walls white with his sperm then collapsing on top of him.

A few minutes later, once they've caught their breaths, Tony pulls back to check on his boy.

“Good?” He asks, and Peter smiles like an angel. His skin is flushed, strands of hair stuck to his face, he's glowing and it takes Tony's breath away all over again like when he saw him for the first time.

“Yeah.” Peter nods, and Tony leans down to kiss him again. This one is a slow, generous one, like Tony wants (and needs) to memorize the sensation of their lips dancing together forever. So does Peter.

People would say this is wrong, but when they're together, the couple can't think of anything more right in their lives.

Due to their kiss getting a bit more passionate than intended, they both get hard and wet again and have a few more rounds together. Then, they hit the shower and bed. Tony completely ignores the other calls, keeping the stress away for another day. Right now, and forever, all that mattered was Peter.

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[I tried my hand at both dynamics because yes.]

"Mr. Stark! Wanna hear this dirty joke I read today? It was so funny, I told Ned but he didn't get it. Which, lame. But MJ basically had kombucha coming out of her nose!"

Tony, who is on his seventh cup of lab coffee, perks his head up with a 'I'm exhausted but never too exhausted for you, tone. "Lay it on me, spidey."

"You know, It's a good thing I know you, Mr. Stark. Cause saying stuff like that if I was a stranger, is how you get into a sticky situation." Peter smirked at his pun, always feeling awesome when he can give his mentor a little bit of sass.

"Jesus, kid. Please tell me that wasn't the joke." Tony shakes his head and then adds, "maybe I want to be in a sticky situation."

Peter opened and closed his mouth, looking adorably caught off guard. He ignored the little bit of butterflies in his stomach and licked his lips. "Um, s-so the joke goes: anal sex is a lot like getting a minivan. It hurts at first, but then you’re surprised at how much you can fit inside!" Pete's smile turns wide, and he starts laughing again like he did earlier when he first read it."

Tony chuckled a bit, but he quickly licked his lips before biting it as his eyes grew darker.

"Hm, and how much do you think you could fit inside, Pete?" Tony's eyes are intense on the younger boy, leaning slightly over him now. Peter's eyes grew wide as the words registered, his cheeks turning a dusty pink that Tony never gets tired of.

"Oh, uh... um.. I.. I-I don't, e-enough, maybe?" Peter stumbles and trips over every syllable, slowly backing himself against the work table Tony was tinkering on.

Tony loves getting the kid flustered. It's his favorite hobby, actually. He's just too cute. Always trying to one up Tony when he thinks he's off guard. Or just sassing him, being his little cheeky self. But as soon as Tony pushes just a little bit, Peter's whole facade falls apart, and he's left as the adorable little nerd Tony's crazy over.

"Now, about that sticky situation, how about you show me something other than your webb shooters that can shoot white sticky fluid, spiderboy. And I'll show you mine."

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[Switched dynamics]

"Mr. Stark, I need to talk to you." Peter cornered Tony at some function. S.I. was throwing for something. Tony didn't pay attention to the dissertation Pep gave him early. Sue him. But now he's trapped in an elevator that has sixty-seven floors to go up with the love- with Peter. Who has been asking to talk to him for a few days now.

Usually, Tony can't wait to talk to the kid. It's his favorite part of the day. But this was different. Peter's voice was serious. Firm, and it made Tony's alarms go off. And not many things did that. So shoot the guy for trying to avoid this exact situation. Because Tony didn't think he could handle it. And the man knew, knew it was one of two things. One, Pete was finally over Tony's old, alcoholic, low self-esteem, traumatized bullshit and leaving. Or the kid was finally going to come clean and confess everything Tony's been feeling, too. Either way, it was a no bueno in the man's book.

"Mr. Stark, please. I know you're avoiding me. Not just tonight but the past week now... were you - did you really want to sleep with that reporter down there?" Peter shouldn't be able to ask such a thing with those puppy eyes of his. He's too innocent and precious to ask such a thing.

"No, Pete. Just keeping up appearances. People expect me to flirt with anything that has a pulse. Reporters especially. Don't worry about it." Tony tries to play it cool. Why are there still thirty floors! Damn it, Friday! He tries not to fidget too much. Tries to not panic because Peter is looking at him. Staring at him with those beautiful eyes, contemplating something in that head of his.

"Is it... is it just an act when you flirt with me, too, then?" He looks Tony dead in the eyes. Pleading for the truth, and Tony swallows hard. He doesn't think he can lie, but the truth is so much worse.

"I-I, uh" Tony blinks and stands there with his mouth agape. "Pete, I don't... I-"

"It's a yes or no, Mr. Stark." Peter's voice shouldn't be able to sound so passionate and controlled all at once. He's still a kid. Which makes this even more fucked up. Tony is going to hurt him. It's inevitable. It's-

"No." He says like hammering the last nail in his coffin. "Never with you, kid." His breathing was becoming shallower. He can't have a panic attack in the elevator with the kid right now. He can't.

"Mr. Stark, please... I lo-"

No. Nope. Not happening. Tony can not hear that word directed at him from the kid's mouth. That beauty, perfect mouth that can single handedly make or break him. His vision starts to blacken, and all he hears is his blood rushing in his ears. He's definitely not breathing properly anymore.

At least he won't have to list to the kid say that word.A word that'll break him into a thousand tiny pieces, and then everything Tony has been holding back for the past three years will come spilling out, and he's worked too hard to keep that in. Drank too much to flood the moat he dug with his own two hand.

Then there were two hands on him. Not his own rough, calloused bitten ones. These were soft but firm. Strong. Beautifully slender and holding Tony's whole world and body in...

When Tony opens his eyes again, he's in his room. On his bed. Blazer and shoes off. He doesn't remember reaching his floor, let alone getting into his bed. As he goes to shift, he realizes he's not alone. Peter is tucked up next to him, curled up into almost a cat-like ball, and huddled close to Tony side.

He breathes out a sigh as he mentally watches his moat evaporate, and his castle walls get demolished. He's an idiot for thinking he ever stood a chance at saying no to this boy. His boy.

I just love the idea of sassy, cheeky Peter Parker becoming unbelievably shy when Tony Stark starts actually flirting back. Peter will say the naughtiest things to Tony but as soon as Tony starts reciprocating, Peter’s a stuttering blushing mess.

[vaguekiwi]

Hiii! I’m a huge fan of yours!! Do you have any fics or anything where Tony is in love with Peter and he kidnaps him? Just lots of noncon with dark Tony?

Hi anon, I don't have any fics like that myself, but I love fics like that so let me see if I can recommend a few:

-My Doll by my friend @babybatscreationsv2 (this is a goddamn masterpiece I swear to god)

-Good Boys by my (same) friend @babybatscreationsv2

-The Deprivation series by my friend @tomandpeterthings (This series fundamentally changed me. I think her Cruel(ty) series has a similar theme, too? Though I haven't read it.)

-@lanyakea-universe has several incredible (and I mean stupendous) non-con verses (there's a SIM one that comes to mind, but I'm gonna link this mafia ficlet here.)

-If I may stray from the request and recommend some noncon Spiderio: see here, and here by @graceful-starker. (Also if someone can find me that one where Beck kidnaps Peter and keeps him in the back of a van and, like, pimps him out that would be lit.)

-Also tagging my friends @khalixascorner @the-mad-starker @starker1975 @authoressofdarkness and @starkerkitty who have probably either written something like what you're looking for OR will have recommendations for you 😘

[irondadfics]

Heyo!

I'm looking for a fic where Tony and the avengers (not all of them but definitely cap, widow and i think rhodey) go on a mission but while out the jet takes damage and they lose contact with the tower.

Peter was rebuilding Jarvis for a birthday present, and when the jet lost contact, he freaked out and got Jarvis to work early to find Tony. By the time the jet is back in range, Jarvis has been searching, and Tony has just gotten comes back up. There's a super cute reunion at the end.

It was a short ficlet no more that 30k words but don't take my word on that.

If you could find it, I'd be super appreciative! I've been looking for jt for the better part of 2 or 3 years now! Thank you so much! <3

Sorry it’s been so long. We found a few fics where Peter fixes Jarvis. Could any of them maybe be your fic?

Collections by Angeeelatin

Peter liked to keep things. Or more accurately, just… never throw them away. It wasn't really to the point that he'd say he had a hoarding disorder. He was just fine with the idea of throwing them away. It's just… what a waste, you know? They’d find some use later on, he was sure. Naturally, this extended to his activities as a science nerd and, later on, his vigilante persona. This may or may not have… caused some problems.  Or: Peter Parker finding things to give to the Avengers in his pile of random things.

Mission Accomplished by Chaeyoung26090

It's Tony Stark's birthday. Peter Parker is in dilemma. One conversation with FRIDAY and he gets the best birthday present idea ever. The only question is, will he be able to do it?

A special gift by Dorthea

When Tony birthday roles around, Peter is invited. But what do you give someone who already had everything? After a few emotional moments in Tony's lab, and a mission were Peter finds 2 old Stark Server, the answer is easy. Even if it takes a lot of work to get done in time. Add some Genius Peter Parker, a sensory overload, some BAMF fighting, and we got a complete fanfic with all the best things.

Consider it an ice breaker by Lequia

In which Peter Parker makes Tony Stark feel things because of a belated christmas present.

[infiniteeight8]

No one sent in a prompt for this, but I’ve had the idea since halfway through writing A Change in Perspective, so here, have a Midnight Suns ficlet.

Technically this is a follow on to that fic, but really it could come after any Midnight Suns get together fic.

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Nico jogged down the steps into the Forge, her attention on the artifact she was carrying. When she reached the bottom of the steps, she looked up, ready to call out to Doctor Strange, and then stopped dead in her tracks.

Tony had Doctor Strange backed up against his research bench and was kissing him. Aggressively. Although, judging by the hand Doctor Strange had fisted in Tony’s hair and the way he was leaning into the kiss, it was very much mutual. 

Silently, Nico backed out of the Forge, turned, and stalked into the common room.

“Okay,” she announced to everyone gathered there. “Was anyone going to tell me that Tony and Doctor Strange figured their shit out, or was I just supposed to walk in on them making out in the Forge myself?”

There was a moment of silence.

“What?” Blade asked finally. Nico just waved at the Forge entrance behind her, triggering something of a stampede. Peter and Robbie actually jumped over the couch to go get a look.

Nico turned to watch them goggle at the show. This wasn’t the news she would have picked, but it was kind of nice to be the first to know.