full offense but none of you would have ever survived fanfiction.net in 2009
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I hate it when youâre reading smut and you canât figure out what position theyâre in.
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If it works it works.
(P.S bless you fic writers)
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Morganâs Dad
Hi, Iâm back with a new Starker OS. Thank you Starker Asylum for all of your smutty ideas <3 Warnings: Anal Sex and a bit of feminization. Peter is 18 in this!!!
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Peter had a crush on Morganâs dad since he could remember. Back then, when he had met the girl in preschool, Peter had looked up to her dad because the man drove a cool car and wore fancy suits. As he grew older, Peterâs crush grew as well. He started to admire the man, his ability to care for Morgan as a single dad, and his impressive career as an engineer. One day, Peter wanted to become an engineer as well.
When Peter turned seventeen, however, his crush started to change. Suddenly, it wasnât only the brilliance of Morganâs dad that he looked up to. Suddenly, Peter noticed how perfect the man looked, his strong body, the playful smirk on his lips.
Peter had just turned eighteen when Morgan invited him to a movie night with her dad. It was the first time Peter saw her dad dressed in casual clothes. A worn-out shirt and thin sweatpants that did nothing to hide how much the man was packing. Thatâs when the fantasies began.
Once everything started, Peter couldnât stop it anymore. Every night he spent at Morganâs Peter wished that he could crawl in her dadâs bed. He fantasized about what it would feel like to be held down and fucked by the man until he couldnât walk straight anymore.
Peter didnât tell anyone about his crush on Tony Stark. The man was more than twenty years older than him, successful and rich. There was no way he was interested in someone like Peter. For a while, Peter was content keeping his feelings to himself. He watched the man from afar and spent his nights thinking about Tony while he stroked his cock and fingered himself. That was until one day Morgan found out.
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Me with any minor inconvenience of life:
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very sexy indeed
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full offense but none of you would have ever survived fanfiction.net in 2009
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Why fight when we can have this? :)
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Pre-capsicle Rogers getting his capsicle seen to.
Nsfw version if you fancy it:
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Some reader, lightly commenting on my fic: hey i liked this.
me, me eyes enormous: you COMMENT me? you comment on my fic, like the story? oh! oh! love for reader! love for reader for One Thousand Years!!!!
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Day 25 - Orgy (Peter/Avengers)
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Sex stuff you probably wonât learn from fanfiction and/or porn:
Erotic fic and porn can be a lot of fun! But if you arenât being provided with adequate sex ed through other channels (comprehensive sexual education, frank and open discussions with trusted adults, etc.), turning to fanfic and porn for your understanding of sex is gonna leave some major blindspots and may leave you with some unrealistic expectations. While thereâs nothing wrong with these kinds of erotica, they are fictional and tend to leave out a lot of the more realistic, human parts of sex - they serve a great purpose, but that purpose isnât primarily educational. The following is an incomplete list of some things you should probably know about sex that a lot of fic and porn tends to leave out:
It isnât always super hot or super sweet. Sometimes itâs super silly. Or sometimes itâs sort of mundane and youâre both simply scratching an itch. Thatâs fine too. (Hell, sometimes youâre talking about comic books while boning and your partner is laughing that youâre getting REALLY ANGRY about spider-man while theyâre going to town on you.)
You will probably not climax at the same moment. Itâs a sweet idea, but extremely hard to coordinate, and if all your concentration is going into coming at the exact same moment, youâre probably not enjoying yourselves as much as you might.Â
Sometimes bodies make weird, goofy noises. Squelching, slapping, air-escaping, un-sexy noises. Itâs okay to laugh at this.Â
Hell, itâs okay to laugh during sex in general.
Sometimes you fart. Sometimes you fart while someone is going down on you and it is embarrassing as hell. This isnât the end of the world. Embarrassing body things happen. Heck, sometimes, with anal, thereâs a little poo. You get over it.
Sometimes sex is⊠kinda bad? This doesnât mean itâs assault, or something traumatic â sometimes itâs consensual but just kinda bleh and not what you hoped for. The best thing to do (if youâre talking about sex with a partner and not just a hook up who you can not call back) is talk to them about it. Figure out what went wrong, what you enjoy and what you donât, and communicate what techniques you do and donât like. Also donât be afraid to stop someone in the middle of the sex act youâre not enjoying and offer guidance on how to help make it good for you too. (Side tip: masturbation makes great research into what you personally do and donât enjoy sexually)
You wonât enjoy every sex act. Not every body is wired to find every thing pleasurable. You might find anal does nothing for you. You may find g-spot stimulation just makes you really anxious that youâre about to pee. You may not enjoy giving or receiving oral. Youâre not broken if you donât like something that every pornstar or smutty fanfic protagonist seems to have earth-shattering orgasms from. Everyoneâs got nerve endings in a range of places â itâs quite literally, different strokes for different folks.
On that note, not all orgasms are earth-shattering. Sometimes it just feels warm and nice. Thatâs fine too.Â
Sometimes, if youâre neutral on a sex act and your partner loves it, you can suck it up for them, and theyâll suck up something theyâre not crazy about for your pleasure in return. But communicate preferences with each other! Know that when a partner does that thing you love that they donât get much from, that itâs an act of care, and vice versa.Â
Falling asleep in each otherâs arms right after wild passionate sex seems really romantic, but dried and crusty fluids are gonna be a bitch in the morning. Also, after sex, you should both (regardless of your equipment) go pee to clear out the urethra of any gunk or bacteria to reduce risk of a UTI.Â
Putting a towel down on the bed before sex means you donât have to sleep on wet funky sheets. (itâs also verrrrrry useful for period sex if you or your partner menstruate.)
A lot of people donât like dirty talk, or rough sex. Always ask first. (Fanfic on the whole does a better job than porn at showing communication, but a lot of it is still highly fictive on this point)
PROTECTION PROTECTION PROTECTION. Use condoms, dental dams, etc. not just to prevent pregnancy, but to reduce risk of STIs. (Yes, even couples with the same genitals who donât need to worry about pregnancy).
Lube is great and very important, but random goopy things around you are not good lube. Random oils especially, since oil doesnât flush out well and can trap bacteria inside the body â oil-based lubricant also degrades condoms. Use lube specifically designed for intimate purposes. Water-based and silicone-based lubes help sex feel really good!
Bigger isnât necessarily better. A lot of people with vaginas donât enjoy the feeling of being repeatedly punched in the cervix by a monster cock. Some people enjoy a larger size when being penetrated by an appendage or toy and some donât.
Bodies are hairy. Genitals are hairy. You may get a pube stuck in your teeth at some point. If your partner is WAY fuzzier than porn ever led you to believe theyâd be, well, thatâs normal.Â
Not everyone loves the taste of ejaculate. Sometimes itâs nasty (flavor tends to vary from person to person depending on their diet, but sometimes you just really donât like it no matter what. Some of us hate the taste of peanut butter. People donât always like things). Itâs okay not to swallow, or to request a penis-having partner warn you so they donât ejaculate in your mouth (in fact, itâs polite for them to do the latter).Â
If youâre gonna have shower sex, get one of those rubbery mats for the shower floor that gives you traction, because otherwise itâs super embarrassing to call for an ambulance while dripping wet and naked because you slipped and accidentally broke something and your partner got a concussion while you were trying to bang in the shower.Â
Moaning and screaming wildly during sex is fun but it will make the neighbors in the apartments adjacent to you hate you. Make choices accordingly.Â
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Wait, Heâs Hot
Sorry this took so long @dtownes89!! Life has been wild but today Iâve finally got a (at least right now) chill day to finish this fic
I am not and never have been a stripper, much less one of the male variety lol. So donât take any of this too seriously, itâs just for silly fun. I hope everyone enjoys đ
Warnings: stripper!Peter, Peterâs age isnât mentioned but heâs an adult, fully nude dancer, so kinda nff, awkward situation, but then they all realize theyâre horny for Peter
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âThis is so...odd,â Steve complained, arms crossed.
They were all directly outside of the club, the bouncer eyeing them curiously. It wasnât every day that a whole pack of Avengers were spotted outside of a strip club. Especially with obvious intent to go inside.
âSee, this is exactly why weâre going. Because youâre too uptight. Loosen up,â Tony told him, fixing the cuffs on his shirt. âItâll be fun. And if youâre lucky, maybe Iâll even give you money to pay for a dance,â he teased.
Steve rolled his eyes, shaking his head. âRight....â
They made their way into the building, glancing around.
Tony was instantly finding a table for them, making sure it was right up front. He grinned a little at the girl on stage, casually tossing a few bills onto the stage as she danced.
Natasha walked to him, snickering. âCanât even wait five minutes before you start spending? I thought we were getting drinks first.â
âWe will, we will. I just wanted to make sure she knows what a good job sheâs doing.â He winked at the dancer.
She laughed.
Nat grabbed Tonyâs arm. âDrinks. You can fail at getting someone to hook up with you later.â
âI am not- Iâm offended at that remark.â
âBe offended. Weâre getting drinks.â
By the time they had all placed their order and gotten their drinks, the dancers had changed shifts. They made their way back to their table and watched as the new dancer made his way onto the stage.
âThis one is pretty,â Natasha mused. âBut he looks really...young. Think heâs even legal?â
âDoesnât look like it,â Bucky murmured back. âHeâs so small...Jesus.â
Tony opened his mouth to reply before closing it again. His expression gave the idea that he had just bitten into a lemon.
âWhat? Donât like-â
âPeter?â Steve asked out loud, eyes wide.
The dancer froze, hands stilling from where they had just slipped under the hem of his top. âOh fuck....â
His eyes instantly drifted to Tony and he covered his face. âIâm in hell. This is it. I died. And Iâm in hell.â
The older man stared at him, quickly downing the rest of his drink. âArenât you, yknow. Losing money? If youâre just gawking at us?â
Tony knew that it wouldnât fair well for the younger man if he just stopped and didnât perform. But he couldnât deny that he was fairly interested to watch as well.
Peter whined softly, nodding. He knew he would get fired if he didnât start his routine soon. But his super coworkers were all watching him. God, he saw these people daily. He would never be able to look them in the eye ever again.
But he slowly gestured for the music to start again, shaking his head and regaining his focus.
The other patrons watched on, as well as the avengers, as he started getting into the beat of the song playing.
His hands brushed his shirt up, teasingly showing off tight abs before he pulled the shirt off completely and tossed it to the side.
His fingers brushed over his peaked nipples gently and he shivered at the sensation. He heard some murmurs and even a whistle from the crowd.
His hips rolled in a fluid, sensual motion as one hand slid down to mime stroking himself through the tight shorts he was wearing. And he was hyper aware of how those were the only thing he was wearing.
He didnât dare look to the avengers.
But they were enjoying the show, almost to an uncomfortable level. None of them quite knew what to do with how attracted they were to the younger man. But they all felt it.
Natasha was the first to be bold enough to throw a couple dollar bills onto the stage when he got closer.
The dancerâs cheeks flushed and he blew a kiss to her. His brain ran on autopilot as he worked, nearly forgetting how inappropriate that kiss would feel later on.
She grinned, leaning back in her seat. âCmon, boys. I know you want some of the fun too.â
Tony huffed a laugh and glanced to the others.
Steve looked mildly uncomfortable, but his harder-than-average breathing gave away how he really felt. Barnes wasnât so shy in showing how he felt, posture relaxed as he sipped at his drink with his eyes on the stage. Rhodey kept glancing between Peter and Tony, one hand over his mouth as he tried to hide his smile. Thor had moved up closer to the stage and was freely tossing the money to the dancer already.
âAlright, Iâll play. I mean, heâs doing great,â Tony admitted.
âHeâs doing better than that. And hey, we know heâs legal.â
âNat, youâre not making any sort of proposition to him. Heâs just working. Let him work.â
The woman chuckled, shrugging as she threw a few more bills. âWeâll see.â
Tony finally focused in on Peter again, throwing a couple high bills. He knew the young man deserved it.
Peterâs eyes widened slowly as he saw the money. âWow,â he breathed, momentarily distracted again. But he shook his head, focusing.
His heartbeat quickened to impossibly fast as he remembered the next part of his routine.
He reached for the snaps on one side of his shorts, slowly popping each one. He kept one hand over the front, making sure not to expose anything too quickly. But the back fell away, bubble butt visible to the audience as he rolled his hips again.
âHoly shit,â Tony breathed, almost feeling dizzy with how quickly he got hard.
âJust imagine how good that ass would look with a few bites on it,â Bucky mumbled under his breath.
Natasha huffed a laugh, eyes still on the stage. âI heard that. Youâre not wrong...shit, we work with him? This is...damn.â
Peter could hear them the entire time (thanks super hearing). His cheeks stayed flushed red but he didnât stop again. He turned to the front again, teasingly dropping the remaining fabric a couple inches lower. The very base of his cock was visible that way, but nothing else.
The rest of the audience cheered and whistled, calling for the rest of the fabric to come off.
And oh, it did.
After a minute or so more he dropped the fabric entirely, hands sliding over his stomach despite how he felt like covering himself up.
Tony felt so wrong for how closely he watched. He had every curve and vein of Peterâs cock mapped out in his mind in seconds.
Natasha spoke exactly what the rest of them were thinking: âIâm never getting off to anything but this for the rest of my life.â
âMaybe coming here wasnât such a dumb idea,â Steve mumbled, trying to hide the way he pressed the heel of his hand over his hard-on.
Tony couldnât even find words. He just watched Peter finish his dance in silence.
The dancer was a lot more relaxed by the end, even laughing to himself as he collected his tips.
His eyes flicked over to the team one more time before he walked off stage. He winked at them quickly before turning, giving them all one last look before he disappeared backstage.
None of them could wait for their meeting the next morning.
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Day 2: Secret Identity for the @starkerfestivals omegaverse week
We always see hidden omegas, I wanted to go hidden alpha. I hope everyone enjoys đ
Also note: Iâm in extreme pain while writing this so Iâm second guessing everything but too unfocused to edit. So in case itâs unclear, Peter is 18. If anything else doesnât make sense, ignore it, itâs fiction and I feel like Iâm dying. Just enjoy lol
Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, alpha!Peter, omega!Tony, heat cycle, very nff (for those of you who were disappointed yesterday)
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It had been two years since Peter had officially been inducted into the Avengers.
It had also been two years since Peter had started using scent blockers daily.
Heâd never been ashamed of his presentation. In fact, heâd actually been pretty thrilled when he presented as alpha when he was sixteen. Because everyone had always looked down on him when they believed he would present omega.
So why hide it after all that?
He was an Avenger now. And he was the only alpha on the team.
It was hard to believe from an outside perspective. Any member of the avengers could be believed to be alphas. Strong, brave, a bit reckless.
But those were very easily omega and beta traits too, as the team proved.
So Peter was the only alpha. But everyone believed him to be beta.
The scent blockers completely covered his scent, then he used a specially made perfume that mimicked a beta-like scent. Clean and fresh and subtle. Calming. Very beta, if he did say so himself.
Heâd used it since the day he presented.
At school he was alpha. Quiet per usual but recognized as something he didnât used to be. Different. And it stayed that way until graduation.
Anywhere else? He was beta. That was how everyone else saw him. Even May knew the drill. And the entire team only knew him as beta.
And he needed it to stay that way.
If they found him out then heâd be kicked off. Alphas were seen as aggressive and unstable and didnât follow orders well.
Of course, that described half the team as well.
But he didnât want to even risk them thinking that about him. So it stayed hidden. And it went well.
Except he was supposed to help Tony fix a bug in his new suit. And his scent blockers had run out the day before.
He hoped that the pills heâd taken previously would carry over enough to keep his scent fairly covered and his artificial scent would cover up the rest.
He really really hoped so.
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The second he arrived in the garage he knew something was off.
The scent in the air was too much. Too rich. He would have gagged on it if it wasnât so appealing to him.
But Tony was just working along like nothing was wrong. Like he clearly wasnât close to a heat.
âMr....Stark?â Peter called weakly as he walked in. He was in trouble. He couldnât figure out why he would even be invited when the omega was in such a state.
But then it hit him. Tony believed he was beta. Betas werenât as sensitive to scents. And they didnât have a cycle to be affected by the extra potent hormones in the air.
Oh no.
âYeah, kid?â Tony looked at him. âThanks for stopping by, I wanted to get this finished before I was out of commission for a few days,â he joked.
Peter nodded weakly, scratching at his neck nervously. âY-yeah. That makes sense. So, what do we need to do?â
âWell, I was thinking-â
Tony stopped suddenly, seeming to forget his thought as something distracted him. âDid you...I mean, did someone scent you today? You smell...different?â
Peterâs eyes widened. âWhat?â
The omega shook his head, laughing self consciously. âI sound crazy, just pity me. You know omegas are more sensitive to scents around their heat? I swear thereâs something on you....â
It was incredibly distracting and amazing and definitely wasnât helping him not be sent into his heat already.
Peter laughed nervously. âOh, I donât know. Someone might have brushed against me when I walked here. Iâm sorry, I can go.â
âNo!â Tony said quickly. âNo, itâs good. I mean- itâs okay. We can finish this.â He waved his hand, readjusting the cool wrap on his neck.
He felt his onset heat being accelerated by being so close to the alpha scent. Even though he couldnât figure out why it was so strong.
He knew it was coming from Peter. But there was no way it could be so strong unless it was right from the source. But Peter was a beta. His heat-addled brain couldnât seem to make sense of any of it.
He felt himself start to slick at the thought of an alpha and groaned, closing his eyes. He wanted to be able to finish working out the bug before anything happened. But he felt like if he didnât get a knot then heâd lose his mind.
Peter picked up on the scent instantly, mouth watering. And suddenly the thin jogging pants he was wearing seemed very revealing as his cock twitched in interest. âShould I...should I go?â
Tony knew he needed to say yes. He wasnât in a state to be able to work. And he didnât need to subject Peter to seeing him like that. But if Peter left, the scent would leave. And he couldnât let that happen. âJust...can you help me get up to my heat room? We can work on this another time, itâll be fine. I must just be closer than I realized.â
The alpha nodded weakly. âYeah. Iâll help you, do I need to grab anything?â
âNah,â Tony waved a hand. âEverything Iâll need is already up there. Just donât want to be alone yet.â
âOkay. Well, Iâm here. I can go up with you.â Peter started walking to the elevator, slightly trying to lead the omega with him. Blame it on protective instincts.
Tony followed without argument, panting softly. All he could think about was finally getting into bed and fucking himself on a silicone knot until he cried.
Peter sniffed, biting his lip gently as he caught the scent of more fresh slick. God, he was going to have to get off before he left the tower. He didnât care how dirty or wrong it felt. It was unavoidable at that point.
âI just want to know where itâs coming from,â the omega mused.
âWhat?â
âThe scent. Itâs...just perfect.â Much better than even the expensive artificial alpha scent he had to help him through his cycle. âWish you knew what happened...who it was from.â
Peterâs cheeks flushed. Listening to Tony babble on about his scent definitely effected him more. He wished that he could tell him.
âIâm sorry. I wish I could tell you.â Not a lie. Just not in the way Tony would be thinking of it.
âYeah...I guess Iâll just have to make do.â Tony sighed heavily.
He found himself drifting closer to Peter, not that they were in a very large space to start out. But he couldnât help but want more of the scent. And being close to Peter was the only way for that to happen.
Peter noticed it but didnât comment, just watching. He knew that it meant nothing. The omega was interested in the scent and that was it. It wasnât Peter. And it wouldnât normally happen, Tony was just in a sensitive state.
Tony was so close to him now. Eyes unfocused as he sniffed at the air so that he wouldnât lose the scent.
The alpha had never seen him so vulnerable and out of it. Not even after days awake running on nothing but caffeine.
He wasnât sure he liked it much.
The elevator dinged lightly and the doors opened as they reached the floor that contained Tonyâs heat room.
The omega didnât move when the doors opened. His eyes stayed fixed on Peter.
So the alpha awkwardly started leading him out of the elevator and to the room. As long as it worked, he figured it was okay.
His plan was to drop Tony off, make sure he was okay and had everything he needed, and he would go.
His plan didnât account for the needy omega to start pulling at his shirt and trying to get him to the bed as well.
âHey, Iâm not staying,â Peter said quickly, face burning. âAnd Iâm not- you need- not me. I canât. Tony.â
âYou can...I smell it, please. You canât leave,â Tony begged. âItâs you. Itâs you, isnât it? Peter. Donât lie to me.â
Every possibility started running through his mind. Peter was worried heâd be thrown off of the team if they found out. But how could he leave the omega alone?
It wasnât a secret that he was attracted to Tony. Everyone knew it. It was just never seen as something that could happen because Tony needed an alpha. And no one could know that Peter was one.
But Tony knew. Because Peterâs stupid blockers had run out.
âTony...cmon, listen to yourself. You just need to relax. This is just your heat talking,â Peter said gently, tone slipping into the slightly more commanding Alpha voice.
A whine pulled itself from Tonyâs throat. âNo. I might be in heat, but Iâm not crazy. I know that scent is coming from you.â
His hands started pushing at Peterâs pants and the alphaâs eyes went wide.
âHey, no. What are you doing?â
âI-â what was he doing? In his head it was logical, but that really was just his heat talking. He slowly moved his hands away. âSorry. Just wanted to know if thereâs a knot to go along with...everything else.â
Peter watched him closely, chest rising and falling quicker than it should have been. âI canât. You canât....â
âI canât what? You can leave right now if you want to. If you donât want me to explore these possibilities, you can leave.â
Peter didnât move. Instead he moved to sit on the bed, eyes staying on Tony.
He was going to know for sure. Peter was an alpha. There was no more hiding.
Tony got to work quickly, pushing at the younger manâs sweatpants and boxers.
Peterâs cock sprung up, bumping against his stomach as it was uncovered.
The omega purred happily, looking over him. He instantly got one hand on the shaft, fingers working down until he found exactly what he was looking for. The soft swell of a knot at the base of the cock. An alpha cock.
âYouâve been hiding from me, Peter,â Tony mused. He slowly stroked the cock, moving to straddle the alphaâs lap. âWhy have you been hiding? For so long...â
Peter moaned, hips jerking slightly at the touch. âB-because there are no alphas on the team.â
âAnd?â
âAnd I didnât want to get- fuck,â he breathed. âI didnât want to get kicked off the team. So I was a beta.â
Tony rocked his hips, grinding down against Peterâs thigh. âThatâs- thatâs really stupid. But weâll talk about that later. Are you doing to stay? Because if youâre not planning on railing me-â
Peter watched him closely, dropping a hand to hold onto the omegaâs hips and help him grind down. âIs that an option? Because Iâll definitely stay. If youâll have me.â
âOh thank fuck,â the omega breathed.
Tony kept moving slowly, riding Peterâs thigh. He was too clothed for it to be completely relieving, but the friction to his cock helped dull the ache in him slightly.
âDo you want me to undress you?â Peter asked shyly, hands gently tugging Tonyâs shirt off.
âYes, but not yet. I canât- canât stop yet. Fuck, I need to cum,â the omega whined, still needily humping the alpha. A new wave of slick flooded from him and he knew he was soaking through to Peterâs leg.
The alpha stroked his own cock quickly, knowing he wouldnât last long. Even his knot started swelling slightly, interested with the promise of an omega so close.
âFuck, Iâm close,â Tony breathed, dropping his head back.
The column of his throat was exposed with the motion and Peter had to fight the urge to start marking up the flawless skin there.
The omega kept his hips moving quickly, stilling only as he let out a high moan. âOh fuck...Peter, fuck, Iâm cumming.â
The alpha groaned at the statement, reaching his own high as he watched Tony riding out his. Cum spurted from the tip of his cock in long ropes that landed on his own shirt and dripped down his hand.
Tony was nearly breathless, but already moving again as soon as he finished his first orgasm. âGotta get these pants off now...theyâre definitely ruined.â
Peter laughed weakly, nodding. âThatâs a great plan...wow.â He looked over the omega, taking in the whole sight of him.
His skin was flushed with heat and arousal and he looked absolutely gorgeous. His scarred chest shuddered with his breathing as he fought to make it even again. And below the waist...Peter could see how his cock was still straining against the now-wet fabric. And it was even more ruined with the sheer amount of slick leaking from his hole.
Peter couldnât wait to ruin him further.
He quickly flipped them so that Tonyâs back was against the bed and he was on top.
The omega was surprised but purred happily. âNice to see you taking charge.â
The young man nodded and worked on completely undressing both of them.
It didnât take long and Peter was sinking his cock into Tony before either of them could really argue against it.
Although the moan that left the omega made it clear that there would be no objections.
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okay so this is like only 10% my fault and 90% @itfeelssogoodmrstark âs fault
She said: âturn him on his back, while Peter straddles him and then he slowly puts down Tonyâs sunglassesâ
And stupidly, I said: â i see this and raise you: peter takes off his sunglasses, puts it on himself, then starts riding his dickâ
And suddenly I have *gestures vaguely over 1.5k of this nonsense* this
i churned this out real quick and all mistakes belong to Luna
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The private jet reaches altitude and levels off, the fasten-seatbelt sign turning off overhead with a soft ding. Tony Stark undoes the clasp around his waist but doesnât take off his sunglasses as he continues to gaze out the little window watching the sun set over the sea of clouds.
The flight attendants bustle around him, all short skirts and tight uniforms, offering him warm towels and alcoholic beverages. Their smiles are sultry, voices lilting just a little high, a little breathy, hoping to be the one heâll choose to take into the bedroom at the back of the cabin for a little in-flight entertainment.
But Tonyâs already got his eye on someone.
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Then Beg
Based off this text post.
TW: Under-negotiated kink | Age differenceÂ
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He blamed the whole thing on the fact that he was exhausted, over-worked and had been restraining himself against being attracted to his younger lab partner and protĂ©gĂ© for months. It was a recipe for disaster crafted inside a ticking time bomb and he resolutely lay the blame on his own shoulders.Â
He was muttering the calculations mostly to himself, elbow deep in the guts of his latest broken suit and cursing the villain of the week up one side and down the other like a drunk sailor when he realised he needed the wrench that laying on the table near Peterâs arm, where the boy had settled with his stack of homework some forty minutes prior.Â
âPass me the ratcheting wrench, kidâ he vocalised, holding out a hand without looking. He mustâve grumbled it lower than he thought, because there was a beat before;
âI beg your pardon?â
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