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Starker Smut: Love You Most

Was very tempted to do Love you 3000 but 😒  I’m trying to stay out of my writing rut so here’s 3k of smutty starker. Please mind the tags.

Notes: ABO Dynamics, incest, dirty talk, breeding, knotting, implied mpreg, infidelity (between Tony/OC), daddy kink (does it count cause it’s incest though…? )

Sequel to: Love You More (Tumblr | AO3)

Length: 3k

AO3 Link

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Peter woke up warm and happy.

His alpha was pressed against his back, his daddy’s warm breath tickling his nape. The omega could feel a familiar shape poking him, pressed between his cheeks.

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Starker RP: Eight Stops (to Make You Mine)

Another RP turned fic with @starkerkeyz​

Mads💗: Finally. The chikan fic I’ve always wanted 😭💗 I have nothing else to say besides 😏

Keyz 💖: Somehow I’d gone this long without writing a train scene like this? 😭 It was so fun, definitely going to ask Mads to do another where Tony gets felt up! 💖

WC: 9437 (AO3 Link)

Note: NSFW moodboard included in Ao3 link. Tiny lil gif but fair warning.

Warnings: ABO dynamics, semi-public/public sex, rutting on a subway, knotting on a subway, mostly anonymous sex, chikan, intersex omegas, vaginal sex, creampie

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Tony watches the subway doors open and close with only passing focus. He’s riding to clear his head while he thinks of a problem (several problems at once actually) and can’t be bothered to devote real brain power to whatever early morning commuters are shuffling on and off.

The usual announcement comes on before the subway doors close.

Peter comes in with the crowd and sees that all the seats are taken which isn’t surprising since it’s early morning rush. He has an interview in roughly two hours and he knows that mass transit can be finicky.

He places himself smack in the middle of the car to avoid the rush of people coming and going near the doors. He grips the subway pole in front of him lightly, while his other hand holds onto a second-hand briefcase at his side.

He smells a handful of alphas and omegas, all seem to be preoccupied on their phones except for one. 

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rough sex, slight bdsm, degradation, overstimulation, cum inflation

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"Such a fucking slut," Tony hisses while pounding into Peter with harsh, brutal thrusts. "Taking daddy's fat cock so well like the whore you are." His balls slap against Peter's ass with every thrust in, and there's so much force behind it that the boy can't even keep up, he's just lying on his back and taking his daddy's dick.

"'M not a slut, daddy-" Peter whines, his own cocklet dripping precum onto his stomach, flushed pink and standing at attention. He wasn't allowed to touch his own cock, daddy said. You'll cum on my cock or you won't cum at all, he'd said.

"Of course you're a fucking slut, baby. Look at yourself." Tony growls, pulling Peter up with his cock still in the boy. He pulls out, just for a second, and flips Peter over so he's sitting on Tony's cock. "Look in the mirror, baby," Tony murmurs. There's a reason he had a mirror on the ceiling. Lifting Peter up by the waist, he presses his cockhead at Peter's entrance once again. Slowly, he lowers the boy, fisting one hand in his boy's hair. "Look at what a whore you are for daddy's cock." He fucks Peter on his cock slowly, the speed not quite enough to bring his boy to the orgasm he craves so badly.

"D-Daddy, I-" Peter mumbles, staring at himself and his daddy in the mirror, captivated. He does look like a slut, like a bitch in heat with his face and chest all red, lips swollen and cock sticky. His hair is sticking up all over the place and there are hickeys all over his neck and even his chest.

"Fuck yourself on my cock, baby, c'mon." Tony grunts, removing his hands from Peter's waist, and instead placing them behind his head. "You know you want to; be a good slut, hm?"

Peter moans, starting to bounce up and down on his daddy's cock. It feels good, but it's not enough; he's missing that sweet friction on his own cocklet. Instinctively he reaches down to stroke it, not even needing lube with all the precum he's spurted. Peter had barely started touching his cock when his hand is smacked away by Tony.

"What did daddy tell you, baby?" Tony tsks, holding onto Peter's wrist just a little too hard. Just hard enough to bruise.

"N-Not to touch m-myself," Peter whimpers, his daddy's hand on his wrist hurting so good. "'M sorry, daddy-"

"Sorry's not gonna cut it, sweetie." Tony murmurs. "Such a slutty boy, can't even keep his hand off his little cock." He loosens his grip on Peter's wrist, instead moving his hand up to the boy's throat.

"Tell you what, baby. I'm gonna fuck you until I cum, and you can cum as many times as you want." Tony says, hand caressing the marks he left on Peter's throat. "Colour?"

"Green." Peter hiccups. "Just- please fuck me?"

Tony grins, lifting Peter off of himself and pulling out. He lays the boy down gently on his back and slowly brings lifts his legs up, revealing a pink, puffy hole, shiny with lube.

He starts out slow, not even bottoming out at first, just easing Peter into it. Then he speeds up, returning to that brutal pace they had inthe beginning.

"Daddy, 'm gonna- gonna cum-" Peter wails, vision going white as he reaches his climax. Tony doesn't stop, doesn't even slow down, he just keeps going at it, pounding into Peter mercilessly.

"'M sensitive daddy, s-stop-" Peter whimpers, his entire body shaking with overstimulation.

"Daddy can't stop, sweetie," Tony says in between thrusts, "He hasn't cum yet. Remember what I said?" Peter's hole spasms, clenching down on Tony's cock, squeezing tight.

Peter sobs, the pleasure too much for him to take. He does his best to milk his daddy's cock, trying to make him cum faster, but he can't think, can't form a coherent thought other than the need to be fucked.

"Colour?" Tony pauses slightly to ask.

"G-Green. Daddy- c-cum inside-" Peter stutters, his cocklet spurting another load of cum. "P-Please daddy, w-want your cum-"

"Course you want me to dump my load inside," Tony mutters. "Fucking cumwhore." Tony bottoms out, cock pulsing ropes and ropes of cum into Peter.

"O-Oh-" Peter gasps, feeling gushes of hot cum rush up his hole, filling him up full. "S-So much..."

"I'm gonna bloat you with my cum, baby, can you feel it? Can you feel my seed filling you up?" Tony says.

Peter feels it sloshing around in his belly and it's so dirty but it feels so good.

"Now will you sit on daddy's face so he can clean you up?"

(and they were neighbours)

trying out a new style of starker, let me know what you think ;)

fluff & smut with these idiots in highschool, 1/2 handjob 1 blowjob, frottage?? dirty talk (just a lil)

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Peter wakes up to the sound of rocks hitting his bedroom window. It’s barely 3am and he gets up to look out the window blearily. He’s not surprised to find Tony standing in his driveway. Waving, Peter grins, heading down to the basement to let Tony in. He’s careful to be quiet, making sure to skip over that creaky stair on the way.

“Tony, what are you doing here?” Peter whispers, laughing at Tony, who’s barefoot and still in pajamas. “And why aren’t you wearing shoes?”

Tony scoffs. “I live, like, next door. I don’t need shoes. Can I come inside though? It’s fucking cold outside.” He shivers dramatically and steps inside at Peter’s beckoning. “I didn’t think the “throwing rocks at your window” thing would work, but- guess it did.” Tony shrugs, padding over to the guest bedroom.

“So, why’re you here tonight, Tony Stark?” Peter teases, following him into the bedroom, making sure to close the door behind him.

Tony pouts. “Can’t a guy miss his boyfriend?” He pulls Peter onto the bed and sits over the brunet’s lap, tapping once on Peter’s nose.

“No ulterior motives?”

“Nope.” Tony pops the P sound, grinning as he slowly pushes Peter down onto the bed, pinning the other boy’s hands above his head.

“I see,” Peter says dryly. “Well, don’t let me stop you. Do carry on.” He says in a fake British accent.

Tony scrunches his nose. “God, that was terrible. Please don’t ever do that again.”

“Whatever you wish, m’lord.” Peter says in the same accent, giggling.

“Oh yeah, call me that again,” Tony purrs, trying to keep a straight face. He ends up falling on top of Peter, laughing.

“Shh! Tony, be quiet- “ Peter whispers, laughter in his voice. “Fuck, get off, you’re crushing me- “

Tony rolls off of Peter with a grunt, chest still heaving with silent laughter. Peter takes this chance to crawl on top of Tony instead, pinning hisarms above his head. His laughter dies out upon seeing the look on Peter’s face.

“How the tables have turned.” Tony drawls, looking up and down at Peter lazily.

Peter hums, lowering his hips down slowly to grind against Tony. Rolling his hips languidly, Peter absently wonders how he got so lucky. Tony’s mouth hangs open in a silent moan, the first contact between their cocks utter bliss.

“My baby was horny, hm?” Peter murmurs, tilting his face down to press a gentle kiss to Tony’s lips. “It’s okay, I’ll take care of you.” He pulls Tony up to sit and puts a hand over the other boy’s semi, hidden under thin pj pants. Tony’s eyes are closed, but he ruts up into Peter’s palm, arms coming up to hook around Peter’s neck.

“Stop teasing,” Tony whines quietly, burying his face in the nook of Peter’s neck. “Little shit.”

Peter chuckles and moves south, bringing his face closer to Tony’s clothed cock. Tony leans back against the headboard and reaches his hands out to pet at Peter’s ridiculously soft hair. The brunet nuzzles at his cock, expression so serene he looked like there was nowhere else in the world he’d rather be.

“P-pants off.” Tony chokes out, lifting his hips so Peter can pull them down easier. He discards them at the foot of the bed. “Yours too.” Peter quickly strips of his shirt and pants, tossing them onto the floor. Tony moves to take his shirt off, bumping his elbow onto the edge of the headboard in the process. Pulling away with a hiss, he clutches at his elbow.

“You okay?” Peter says amusedly, looking up at his boyfriend.

“Yeah- fuck- “ Tony mutters. “My funny bone.”

Peter tries not to laugh; he hovers over Tony’s crotch. “Should I… sto-“

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Tony hisses, pulling on Peter’s hair.

“Ow, ow, okay.” He continues mouthing at Tony’s dick, just the tip, and feels a little wetness seeping through Tony’s boxers (as well as his own).

“Parker,” Tony growls. “Just suck my fucking dick already.”

“Is it cuz you’re close?” Peter grins like the little shit he is.

“No!” Tony whisper-shouts. “Just- please?”

“But I wanna see if I can make you come like this!” Peter whines, nosing at Tony’s fully erect cock.

Tony pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “Only because I love you, Parker.”

“Fuck, love your cock so much, Tony, so big and thick, mm-” Peter moans quietly, gazing at Tony’s cock adoringly. He uses a hand to stroke it up and down, feeling it jump beneath his hand. 

“At least take my boxers off- please?” Tony begs, voice sounding all kinds of wrecked, grabbing Peter’s wrist. The brunet does so wordlessly, watching Tony’s dick bob in the air intently. He inches his face forwards, licking at the head like a lollipop.

“I thought you weren’t going to-?” Tony starts, but his train of thought is completely lost as Peter takes all of him down at once, the boy’s nose sinking into his pubic hair. “Fuck, baby-”

Peter pulls off with a wet pop as he looks up at Tony with those big brown eyes and says, “I couldn’t resist, your cock was right there and it looked so good- ‘m sorry-” He licks at it again, eagerly, little kitten licks that are driving Tony crazy-

“A little more, c’mon baby, I’m close-” Tony moans, and Peter deepthroats him again. The little shit hums, and it vibrates all over his cock and suddenly he’s spilling deep into the other boy’s throat. Tony chokes out his moans quietly, unable to hold back the lewd noises as he comes.

“O-oh that was- that was-” Tony whispers after he’s come down from his high.

“Good?” Peter asks, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“You’ll pay for this,” Tony whisper-growls. “You’re lucky I like you or else I’d tell you to go take a cold shower.”

“I love you.” Peter says. “Please fuck me?”

“Of course.”

Incest, humiliation, and age difference for Starker:)? Pls nothing too dark 🥺

so many warnings: daddy kink, incest, humiliation, degradation, age difference (peter is underage. how old? i'll let you decide), use of the words boycock, boycunt, cocklet; orgasm delay/denial, mild d/s, spanking. enjoy

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“Look at you,” Tony coos at the sight of Peter, on his knees, rubbing his crotch on his shin. “Such a desperate slut for daddy. Getting off on my leg.” Peter whimpers, mouth falling open, sensitive cock rubbing against his dad’s cashmere suit slacks. “Your cute little boycock, all stiff for daddy, huh?”

“W-Wanna cum daddy, daddy please,” Peter begs, his hands coming up to paw at Tony’s thighs. “I’ve been good, been a good boy for daddy-”

Tony grins and takes his cock out. It’s hard and leaking at the tip, and Peter stares at it hungrily, momentarily forgetting about himself.

“You like my cock, baby? You like daddy’s big fat cock, I know.” Tony teases, gathering the wetness at the tip with his hand and stroking the shaft. He slaps Peter’s face with it lightly, watching the precum smear over his son’s face. He groans, but Peter only stares up at him with big, pleading eyes, still on his knees. Tony scoots to the front of his chair, letting his cock and balls hang over the edge.

“I’ll let you have it soon, baby boy, I promise.” Tony says, dragging his dick over Peter’s face. “Fuck, baby, you like that? Daddy’s rubbing on your face, sweetie, can you feel how hard I am for you?” Peter whimpers again, his body shaking with restraint, holding his arms by his side.

Tony thrusts forward and moans, sort of jabs his dick in Peter’s face. It doesn’t feel great, but god does it look amazing. “Yeah, be a good slut for daddy, hm? Lettin’ me get off like this, such a good slut.”

Peter tilts his head subtly, trying to get Tony’s cock in his mouth. “Naughty boy,” Tony reprimands. “Who knew my son was such a slut for cock?” Peter moans at the words and moves to suckle at his dad’s cock, tongue lapping at the pre that spurts out. He tries to take the entire length of him but Tony’s too big, his mouth just barely wide enough for his dad’s cock. Peter ends up choking on it, tears springing to his eyes.

“Choking on your dad’s cock,” Tony says fondly, stroking Peter’s hair. “What a good cockslut I’ve raised.”

Below, Peter’s hips are canting up into the air, seeking for friction but finding nothing. But he seems at peace with that, no longer begging to cum but instead contentedly suckling at Tony’s cock like he’s nursing from it.

He pulls out of the tight heat of Peter’s mouth and with little warning, shoots off all over his son’s face.

“You look prettier painted with my cum,” Tony muses. “You may cum, Peter.”

He jumps to reach a hand down to jerk at his little cock, face hot and flushed. Moaning, Peter uses his other hand to fondle his balls.

“D-Daddy, I- I can’t cum, I n-need-” Peter stutters shyly, cheeks heating up even more as he looks up at his dad pleadingly.

“Can’t even get off without a cock in your boycunt. Stupid whore.” Tony says harshly. “Get on your knees.”

“Yes daddy.” Peter replies meekly, getting on his knees and presenting his ass for his dad.

Tony slaps his son’s ass, once on each cheek, watching the flesh bounce. “Fuck, your ass, baby. So fucking plump. I'm gonna fuck you now.” He pushes in, Peter’s hole still sloppy and wet from their previous fuck.

“Daddy fucked you so good your hole couldn’t even close, baby.” Tony growls, fucking in and out of Peter at a back breaking speed. “You’re loose like a fucking whore.”

Peter moans, sweet little unh’s and oh’s falling from his lips, back arching like a porn star.

“Daddy can’t even feel anything. You’ve been fucked too many times, cumwhore.” He slaps Peter’s ass again, this time harder, his hand leaving a red mark behind. His son yelps, ass clenching at the pain.

“Oh yeah, that was good, fuck-” Tony slaps the other cheek even harder, relishing the tightening around his cock. “Make me cum, you useless slut.” Tony grunts, slapping Peter’s ass with every syllable.

“Daddy, th-that hurts-” Peter moans, but his little boycock has different ideas. At Tony’s hardest slap, he cums, making a mess all over his floor and his stomach. His dad doesn't seem to notice.

“Fuck, this is the only way I can make you tight,” Tony swears, spanking Peter repeatedly. “I'm close, take it, take it-”

“‘M sensitive, daddy, I came- daddy, daddy-” Peter whimpers, his hole spasming with overstimulation.

“Clench down- yeah, just like that- oh fuck-” Tony groans, bottoming out and coming inside his son. He pulls out gently, his cum dripping out of Peter’s puffy hole. Giving his son’s ass one last slap, he smirks as Peter’s cocklet twitches.

“Guess you’re not so useless after all.”

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send me a mini prompt and i'll write something under 1k!!

Trust in me?

trust in me? by littlefirewriting

midoriya isn’t the best at keeping secrets.

Words: 1463, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Fist Fight, class training, Post Joint Training Arc, kinda just fluffy, trust building

Read Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/22155898

why is sharing clothes so intimate like.. bro…. are you cold… here…. borrow my sweatshirt… it smells like the brand of washing powder i use…. a little glimpse into the oddly private domesticity of my own life bro…. its still warm from where i knotted it around my waist (i dont feel the cold)… here bro… take it…

Villain!Deku fanfic recommendations part 2!

These are my personal favs, I might miss a few but i’ll try my best! (there may or may not be repeats from my last rec list)

1. “Something’s Gotta Give” - TubbsTheCat: Shigarki and co get to Izuku before the heroes do. People die, it’s sad and emotional and really really good.

2. “Playing With a Full Deku” -  Haurvatat: Izuku is more of a sassy vigilante than a true villain. Funny and sad at the same time. There’s a side story with some Todoeku :)

3. “ All for One, All for Him” -  Auresalia: Total villain izuku. Heartbreaking at times and so so good. 24 chapters of angst and amazing writing

4. ”It’s Spelled ‘Trader’ Not 'Traitor'” -  JackobolTrades : okay so I love this fic but it’s not really villain izuku but oh well. Basically Izuku has AFO and uses it to help people with their quirks but it gets a little complicated. Slight tw

5. “One May Smile, and Smile, And Be A Villain” - AvaRose: Izuku isn’t accepted into UA and becomes a police officer instead but it doesn’t really work out as planned. 

6. “Sleeping With Ghosts” - Lalazee: Small but really awesome one shot. Villain Deku plus an angry Katsuki and at grocery store :)  

7. “Pulling the Wires” -  catsplosionxd, PsychoLimbo: :) I just HAD to include PTW. If you haven’t read it already do it now!!

8. “Decomposition” - thepensword: super angsty one shot. Poor Izuku :(

9. “At Times so Self Destructive” -  theshoutingslytherin: SUPER emotional. tw for suicide attempt. Villain Izuku defect AU

10. “Changeling” - littleberd: noumu Izuku. Very good but super angsty and a few tw just a heads up. 

OKAY i’m done for now! If you guys want another one soon just let me know!

Starker porn

Peter tied up and toyed with

Peter comes untouched

Peter using a plug to get off

Peter in a schoolgirl uniform using a fuck machine to get off

Brothers tony and Peter fucking

Peter with stockings and a leash getting fucked

Peter in a pink sweater getting played with and then fucked

Enjoy yourselves my thirsty little babies 💋

Howard buys Tony an Omega (enter Peter *adorably* stage left)

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When Tony gets home to his mom and dad in the kitchen, he knows something’s about to go down.

He eyes them suspiciously and drops his backpack by the door, warily edging into the kitchen. God, what is this about? Do they know about what he did to Jameson’s car?

“Anthony,” his father greets, but he doesn’t sound angry so Tony offers a charming smile.

“Dad.”

“Your mother and I have been talking.”

“Oh, Howard,” his mother beams, rocking on her heels excitedly, “just tell him!”

Howard sighs, but nods. “Well, we decided that since you’re going to be off to college this summer, that we might…get you an Omega.”

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pure relief

A story in which Harry and Ron talk about bisexuality and chat about who they fancy one rainy Friday night…

inspired by this post

It was their fourth year at Hogwarts, and Hermione was dating Viktor Krum. This, naturally, did not sit very well with Ron Weasley.

One rainy Friday afternoon, he was sat in the Great Hall next to Harry, who was pouring his eyes over that morning’s Daily Prophet. Across the hall, Hermione leaned in toward Viktor, pointing something out in the book that was open on the table in front of them. Their heads bumped slightly, and the two of them laughed. Then Viktor leaned in to kiss Hermione on the cheek.

Ron couldn’t look away.

It was as if his eyes were glued to the two of them, and a hole was burning in the bottom of his stomach.

Harry noticed, and nudged Ron’s arm with his elbow. “I’m sorry, mate.”

Ron snapped his head toward his best friend, swallowing the dread in his throat. “It’s fine,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles. “It won’t last, anyway.” 

When Harry didn’t respond, Ron suddenly stood up, nearly knocking over the glass of water in front of him. “I’m gonna go upstairs,” he mumbled, clutching his stomach. “I’m not feeling good.”

“Okay,” Harry said, looking up at him. “I’ll come up soon.” 

Ron took one last look at the happy couple across the room before turning and shuffling out of the Great Hall.

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When he finally reached the boys’ dormitories, Ron found his school bag and rifled through it until he found what he was looking for:

The Viktor Krum action figure he had gotten at the Quidditch World Cup, just months earlier. 

He snapped it in half and threw it on the floor.

Flopping down on his bed, he sighed deeply as his head made contact with his pillows. (They much more comfortable than the ones he had on his bed back home.) He looked over at the wall, where he had hung a small poster of Krum, as well.

He felt an urge to rip it down. But in all honestly, Ron was too tired to get up.

It was then that Harry entered the room. “Hey, how’re you feeling?” He sat down on his bed and looked across the room, at Ron. 

The red-headed boy sat up, clearing his throat. “All right. It’s my stomach again.” His stomach had been bothering him for about a week now. After letting go of the denial he had held onto for a few days, Ron had accepted that it was something more than just abdominal pain. He didn’t know what, exactly - anxiety, worry, stress - but it was not something he was enjoying.

And it was undoubtedly something to do with Hermione and Viktor.

George and Fred suddenly bursted in, laughing about something Ron couldn’t care less about. “Hey, guys,” said George, before bending to pick something up off the floor.

“What’s this, Ron?” he said, holding up the Krum figurine, which was now two separate pieces. “Finally broke up with your boyfriend, did you?”

“Ha!” Fred laughed, clapping his hands together. “Good one, George!” 

Ron groaned, ignoring the swirling feeling in his intestines. “Would you two bugger off?” 

“Fine,” George said, dramatically dropping the action figure pieces next to Ron and following Fred out of the room. He started a new conversation with his twin as they walked out the door, Ron and Harry already forgotten to them.

Ron could feel his skin burning with heat. He hated that about his complexion - his skin turned red when he was angry, or embarrassed, so people could always tell how he felt. It made him feel vulnerable.

He turned slightly on his bed, so that Harry couldn’t see his face. His cheeks were on fire, and Ron was pretty sure that was due to the fact that his brother had just referred to Viktor Krum as his boyfriend.

He had been confused about the whole thing for a while. It took him some time to realize that when he was looking at Viktor and Hermione together, he wasn’t just jealous of Krum.

He was jealous of Hermione, too. Or maybe their relationship altogether. 

That made his stomach churn. 

“Ron?” Harry said, from across the room. Ron squeezed his eyes shut. “Are you okay?”

After slowly exhaling and blinking his eyes open, Ron turned to face Harry again. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he said, shaking his head, and focusing his eyes on a spot on his bed quilt. “I’m used to it.”

Harry slowly stood up, and moved toward Ron’s bed. He stopped at the foot of it, as if he didn’t know if Ron wanted him so close. “Just so you know, it’s okay if you like Viktor like that,” he said, wrapping his hand around one of the posts on Ron’s bed.

Ron’s heart rate seemed to increase rapidly inside his chest.

“W-What?” he stuttered. He had never talked about this out loud with anyone - not even himself. To hear Harry say that was like someone shaking him out of a dream. 

“I’m just saying… there’s nothing wrong with fancying boys,” Harry continued. “In fact, I think Cedric is quite attractive.” 

The two boys finally locked eyes. “Really?” Ron said, a wave of relief crashing into his chest.

Harry moved to sit down on the edge of the bed, and Ron let him. “Yeah,” he answered, nodding his head slowly.

Ron processed this. He couldn’t fathom a better way for the two of them to be talking about this. He felt as though a blank page was open in front of him, and now he could say whatever he wanted. And someone would understand.

“That’s great, Harry,” was all he came up with, because he wasn’t ready to pour his entire heart out just yet.

A bit of pink rose to Harry’s cheeks. “Thanks,” he muttered, looking into his lap. And then, “And Draco’s not too bad either.”

“Okay,” Ron said, his eyes wide. “Now that’s crossing a line.” 

“I’m not gonna do anything about it!” Harry said, a hint of a laugh under his voice. “He’s just nice to look at,” he said, shrugging. 

“Blimey, Harry,” Ron said, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you just said that.” 

A small laugh escaped Harry’s lips. “Are you telling me that you’re more put off by the idea of me and Malfloy than the idea of me being with a boy in the first place?”

“Yes,” Ron said, immediately. The boys were silent for a moment after that. 

The rain knocked loudly against the window.

Ron took a big breath before admitting, “I think I might fancy Dean a bit, as well.” He had said it barely above a whisper, with the paralyzing fear that Dean was anywhere near their shared dorm.

Before Harry could respond, Ron added, “But I also still like Hermione… Is that okay?”

A warm smile spread across Harry’s face. “Of course that’s okay. You can like both, Ron.” 

One side of Ron’s mouth upturned into a grin. “I can?”

His heart was still pounding, just from talking about this.

“Yes,” Harry reassured, smiling again. “It’s called bisexuality. I think I’ve fully accepted it, in terms of myself.”

“Oh, that’s right. You and my sister.”

Harry suddenly looked flustered, and brought a hand to the back of his neck. “There’s nothing going on between me and Ginny!”

“Uh huh,” Ron replied, giving him a sarcastic smile. “And now you want to throw Malfoy into the mix too.”

“Merlin, Ron, would you let that go?” Harry said, rolling his eyes. “I fully regret telling you that.”

Ron laughed. A full, whole-hearted laugh. And for the first time in the entire week, he felt like he was going to be okay.

i don’t normally do tags,(and i’m not going to do them in the future), but a lot of people responded on the post with my idea for this, so i’m going to tag all of those lovely people :)

@someday-for-sure @fionathetrashcan @ronweasleydefensesquad @marvelfoodlover @stuckwith-harry @echoofhopecreations @atelophobish @awkward-little-turtleduck @harryjamesheadcanons @hermadnessmac @biquotes

Thank you for reading this! It includes two things that I think deserve way more attention than they get: bisexuality and Ron Weasley.

Harry got caught with a boy! Oh gosh. Anyway, this takes place maybe the summer before Harry (and Dean) starts university. They’re 18 and that’s why Wolfstar is pretty okay with it. (Also the thing mentioned in the last update about Harry walking in on Charlie happens like the week after this.) Also thank you all for 900 followers!!!

Masterlist here.

I really like the au where Mcgonagall raises Harry….

I’ve got you, daddy

Warnings: Explicit, nff, 18+, slight daddy kink, some good ol’ Tony loving. 

When Peter met Tony, he saw right through the cracks of the walls he had built around himself. Tony had a persona, a role he thought he had to play everywhere he went. He had to be the boss, the one in control, the problem-solver, the one to make sacrifices, to one to make all the difficult calls. He had to be on top of everything and he was held accountable for every single thing that eventually went wrong and he blamed himself every single time things didn’t go accordingly to his plans.

Peter thought it must be exhausting, all that responsibility, but Tony seemed resigned to it. As CEO of Stark Industries, he answered for any and every mistake his company might make, he had to call all the shots; after all, he was the boss. As an Avenger, he felt responsible for his teammates; since he had the means, he felt the need to keep them safe, he built them better suits, better weapons, better equipment, and every time something went wrong, every time his technology was not good enough and someone got hurt, it was on him.

So naturally, when he met Peter, he thought he had to keep playing that role. Peter was young, he was barely 19 when they met, he was an intern with Stark Industries, a poor, orphaned college student, of course Tony would feel responsible for him. At first, he acted like a mentor, a father figure, but that didn’t last long, not with all the undeniable sexual tension between them.

When they started dating, Peter wasn’t surprised that Tony thought he had to provide for him, to protect him. He would buy him everything he thought Peter needed, from clothes to an apartment in Manhattan so that he didn’t have to share one with other NYU students. He would try to protect him from the media anyway he could – he sued every magazine, newspaper, site or blog that dared talk shit about him, JARVIS was always monitoring the internet, preventing unwanted pictures or videos from leaking at all costs.

He was always on the lookout for super-villains that might wanna harm him, use him against Iron Man. He even built Peter a suit for their second anniversary, one that Peter always carried around in the form of a watch, which activated automatically if he was ever in danger. It never happened, though, Tony was always there to keep him safe. Tony felt responsible for Peter’s well-being, his happiness, his health, his education, everything. Like everything else in his life, Peter was a burden that he had to carry.

And the young man didn’t like it one bit, because he could see through the cracks of Tony’s walls, he could see that the man was exhausted, he was desperate for a break, he needed for someone to take all that weight off his shoulders for just a little bit, let him breathe, let him be free of all those  responsibilities, if just for a little while. He needed someone to take care of him for a change, and Peter knew he could be that person, but he also knew he couldn’t talk to Tony about it, the man would only deny everything and pretend he was perfectly fine.

So it happened naturally, slowly.

When Tony got home from work, Peter had dinner ready. He set the table, chose the menu, the wine and the playlist playing softly in the background. There was not much to think or do, Tony just had to sit down and wait for Peter to fix his plate as he told him about his day.

Afterwards, Peter would draw him a bath as he enjoyed another glass of wine; he’d make sure the water was warm and he used all of his favorite bath salts. Peter would get in first, he’d let the older man lean back against his narrow chest, as he ran his fingers through his thick, graying locks, washing them with great care, listening to the soft groans that escaped the genius’s lips. Most days he would try to resist, he’d try to change positions, he’d try to get behind Peter, wash his hair instead, massage his shoulders, but the younger man wouldn’t let him.

He would whisper softly in his ear that it was okay, he wanted to take care of him, wanted to make him feel good, and Tony would go lax in his arms, would relax against him, letting his small hands roam all over his tired shoulders and chest, washing away all the worries of the day.

Next, he would lure Tony into bed. Again, most days he would try to get back to work, go back to the lab to work on improvements for the Avengers suits, new products for S.I., anything to keep him busy. Sometimes, when Peter knew that it was something that he really had to do, he’d let him. He’d go down to the lab with him and help him get it all done in a reasonable amount of time.

Some other times, though, when he knew the older man was just trying to work himself to exhaustion, he would convince Tony to come to bed with him. The room’s temperature was always perfect, the lights were always dimmed, Peter worried even about the scents, he always had soothing candles burning in the corners. He’d undress the older man completely and then helped into bed. He knew Tony couldn’t get to sleep right away, mind running a mile a minute with all the different things he had to worry about, all the different responsibilities he couldn’t seem to shake.

So Peter blanketed him with his own naked body, kissed and licked his sore muscles from head to toe, then sucked him gently and slowly as he fingered himself open, getting his hole ready for the older man. Of course Tony would always try to protest, would always try to take over, try to flip them so he could be the one in control, so that he could be the one giving Peter pleasure, not the other way around. Sometimes, Peter let him.

Most of the times, though, he’d look at him from under his lashes with puppy-dog eyes, mouth full of his thick, hard cock, only to let it go with a pop, stroking it softly before whispering, “Please, daddy, wanna make you feel good, it makes me so horny.” It drove Tony mad, the idea that Peter got off on making him feel good. It took a while for him to believe it was true, but he always let Peter do what he wanted.

So the younger man would suck him slowly for the longest time, all the while one of his hands would be playing with Tony’s balls as the other fingered his own hole open. Sometimes he would come just from that – the friction of his fingers on his prostate, the hot, heavy weight of the older man’s cock on his tongue and the quiet moans coming from Tony, the whispered praises falling from his lips as he tugged Peter’s hair, breathlessly saying, “You’re so good to me, baby boy, I love you so, so much… So good to me…”

Peter had no trouble getting hard again in just a few minutes, specially hearing Tony’s moans, so that was ok. He’d keep sucking the older man until he was so painfully close he could feel his full, heavy balls tightening on his hand. That’s when he’d pull away, straddling the older man’s powerful legs, only to have Tony sitting up, trying again to take back control, trying to call the shots, to do something, he couldn’t just lie back and take the pleasure he was offered. But Peter wouldn’t have that.

“Lie down, daddy,” he’d whisper in his ear, biting down on his earlobe before dragging his teeth across his chiseled, bearded jaw. “Let your baby take care of you, please. I want you so bad, let me make you feel good.”

Tony couldn’t resist him, he just couldn’t. He’d lie right back down, his eyes filled with love and devotion; his rough, calloused fingers held Peter’s hips, as the younger man sank onto his cock, mouth slack open as he softly moaned Tony’s name.

There was no desperation or hurry, that was Tony’s thing, for when he was in control, for when Peter let him. Tony didn’t even notice this, but inside their home, Peter was the one calling the shots, the one deciding what to do and when. He didn’t even know it, but he relished it, he gave himself over the younger man and his whole body screamed ‘yes, sir’ to every one of his demands. It was a beautiful thing to see.

So Peter rode him at a lazy, steady rhythm, tiny hands traveling across muscular abs and pecs, ignoring the soft begs for him to go faster. Peter knew better, he knew what Tony needed. He needed soft and gentle, long and slow. Sometimes he’d ride him for hours before allowing the older man any sort of release. But it was worth it. Tony would go blind with pleasure when he came, squeezing his hips so hard there were marks on his skin any given day. He’d then go lax on the bed, completely satisfied and sated and blissed almost out of his mind, mumbling about how much he loved his baby boy.

Peter would smile to himself, proudly, as he cleaned both of their bodies with a soft, wet towel, before climbing into bed next to Tony, letting him rest his heavy head on his narrow chest, running his fingers though his hair as he lulled him to sleep with soft whispers of, “I’ve got you, daddy.”  

Netflix’s Daybreak is basically if you let Percy Jackson loose during the apocalypse and told him he could say “fuck” and honestly I’m here for it

Hey! I don't mean to be a bother you, but I've been really craving Peter having a YouTube channel where he just drinks wine and teaches people how to cook things if they live in a mediocre apartment so they can eat healthy and not live off fastfood. While cooking and drinking he just talks about stuff like memes and school and, most importantly, his undying thirst for Tony Stark. Then Tony finds it and he does something. It could be a comedic or a smutty ending. It all depends on what you want.

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Canon-divergence, copious mentions of food, formatting changes

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[SCENE OPENS. A YOUNG MAN APPEARS MID-FRAME]

“Hi! I’m Peter and welcome back to Pete’s Eats, where you – ah shit, the lens isn’t focused.”

[CAMERA FOCUSES. YOUNG MAN RUSHES BACK INTO SHOT]

“Hi! I’m Peter, and you’re watching Pete’s Eats, the channel where you cheap for eat – oops, I mean – fuck.”

[CUT SCENE]

“Welcome back, everyone! I’m Peter, if you haven’t been here before this is the channel where I teach you how to eat for cheap with what you got - and I get drunk doing it!”

On the screen Peter shifts, gesturing to the cookware and ingredients splayed on his kitchen bench, clapping his hands together.

“We’re going to be having a lot of fun today because I am going to be teaching you how to make a weeks worth of meals for twenty bucks.”

Peter grips the bottle of white wine near his elbow and pours a serving into a glass.

“Look guys,” he said, gesturing to the glass, “I even got a real wine glass for this shit. Look at that production budget. Comment below if you miss the Iron Man mug. RIP.”

A scene cuts in, black and white footage of a ceramic mug falling to the floor in slow motion. It splinters across the floor as violins play over the scene, Peter’s horrified face coming into view moments later.

Presently, Peter takes a big gulp from his new wine glass, throat bobbing as he swallows.

“Mmm, tastes grown-up. Alright, let’s get started.”

[CUT SCENE]

Peter takes another gulp of wine as he clacks a pair of tongs at the camera. Shifting a few feet to the tiny stove, Peter retrieves the boiled chicken breast from the small pot, setting it onto a bright green cutting board.

“So at this point you’re gonna wanna grab a couple of forks to get ready to shred the chicken,” Peter says, swiping two forks off the bench and drumming them against the cutting board with a clang. He plies the meat open with the utensils, the camera switching to an overhead shot, showing white fibrous meat.

“First you want to make sure it’s not still undercooked. No pink chicken please. Remember, guys; we’re cheap, not stupid.”

The camera pans back out, a slightly inebriated Peter misses his wine glass as he tries to refill it, spilling liquid over the kitchen bench.

Peter looks up at the camera, lips pursed.

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Teen tony and peter are camping alone together, then tony decides to bang peter against the tree

I futzed around with this prompt a little mostly because in my experience teens don’t really go camping alone, and having friends around ups the stakes a little so!

Warnings are kind of implied by the prompt, but underage sex (well, Peter is underage Tony is 18).

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Peter’s got his arms around Tony’s neck, one hand tangled in his hair as he kisses his way down Peter’s neck. “Come on,” Tony murmurs, “look so damn sexy,” he adds and Peter huffs out a laugh.

“I’m wearing jeans and a sweater,” Peter says. “And our friends are like twenty feet away.” He can hear them laughing about something and the crackle of the fire not far from their spot hidden behind a tree not that Tony seems to mind as his hands slip from Peter’s hips to his ass and he squeezes.

“Then be quiet,” Tony murmurs in his ear, nuzzling the space under his jaw and oh that is so tempting. It’d be hard to turn Tony down on the best of days but it has been awhile, exams and all that, even if the circumstances aren’t ideal. “S’been awhile,” Tony adds, kissing him softly.

Common sense tells him forests are gross and trees do not make good mattresses but Peter has never really been known for his common sense. “Mm, okay,” he murmurs into Tony’s mouth.

“Yes,” Tony says, nipping at Peter’s bottom lip. “Feels like I’ve been waiting forever.”

Peter rolls his eyes fondly, “it hasn’t been that long, Tony.” Not, he supposes, that Tony has a very good track record of waiting for anything. He’s a bit more into instant gratification on account of his small attention span and usually that works for Peter.

“Has so, baby. I miss you,” he says, hands on his ass squeezing again as he rolls his hips into Peter’s. They both let out soft moans at that as Tony presses him further into the tree behind him.

“If you miss me so much then show me,” Peter tells Tony, tugging on his hair a little. Tony pulls back and gives him a lustful look and this is Peter’s favorite thing about Tony, how easily worked up he is. “Come on Tony, show me how much you missed me,” he says, pouting at him.

Tony looks him over again and nods before he steps back and spins Peter around so he’s facing the tree and stepping in close behind him. “Think you can stay quiet for me,” Tony murmurs.

Peter grins, “don’t even know if you can make me moan anymore,” he says, laughing at the irritated look on Tony’s face. He knows Peter is just being an ass, its not like he’s lacking proof of that from earlier, but its still fun to piss him off.

It does result in Tony moving faster though, which was the goal, and Peter tilts his head to the side as Tony kisses a sensitive spot on his neck. He wraps his arms around Peter’s waist too, finding the button of his jeans and undoing it before sliding his hand down Peter’s pants. He can’t help the moan he lets out because it has been awhile and he likes it when Tony’s like this, a little rough and sloppy as he rushes through it.

“You were saying?” Tony murmurs in his ear. Peter gasps and rolls his hips into Tony’s hand, hands clinging to the bark of the tree in front of him.

“Mm, want more than that,” Peter tells him. “Please tell me you remembered lube.”

“‘Course I remembered lube,” Tony tells him.

Peter frowns, “wait, did you remember a flashlight?” he asks. Tony’s pause makes him sigh, “why would you pack lube before a flashlight?”

“You can’t fuck a flashlight,” Tony says.

“Jesus Chr- oh,” Peter’s words are cut off as Tony’s hand works him over and Tony laughs.

“Mm, doesn’t seem like you’re about to complain,” he points out and yeah, Peter figures he can pick this particular battle some other time.

“Yeah, mhm, hurry it up,” Peter tells him. He’s impatient and he knows Tony is too so when Tony pulls his pants down around his ass he’s grateful for it.

“Been looking forward to this all week,” Tony tells him.

 Peter huffs out a laugh, “like you knew I’d agree to this?”

“Come on, baby, when have you ever turned me down?” he points out.

Yeah, Peter supposes he’s got him there. “Well, you are- ahh, Tony,” he says, pressing back into Tony’s fingers.

“Always so enthusiastic,” Tony murmurs. “Best thing about you.”

Tony works his fingers in and out of his hole and Peter bites his lip to keep from moaning. He’s not looking to get busted fucking behind a tree by Ned, or worse, Steve.

“Come on,” Peter pants out, “m’ready. God I want you so bad,” he says, looking over his shoulder at Tony.

Tony gives him a sloppy kiss, one hand settled on his hip. “You are so damn hot,” Tony tells him.

“Then fuck me,” Peter tells him, “want you to,”

Tony nods, giving him another sloppy kiss and Peter hears Tony fumble around with his pants for a moment before he feels him. He moans, leaning back into it as Tony pants softly behind him. “Shit, Peter,” he murmurs, “feel so good.”

“Make it fast, baby,” Peter says, “wanna hear you cum.”

Tony moans, hands gipping his hips hard and yeah, that’s what Peter wants. He presses back into Tony, matching his pace. “Fuck, s’been too long,” Tony murmurs in his ear. “Missed this. Missed you.”

Peter nods, a little lost in sensation. “Mhm. Missed you too, Tony. Oh, yeah, like that,” he says as Tony hits the right spot. “Right there, keep going ah-” his words are cut off as he bites his lip again.

“Like that, baby?” Tony asks and Peter nods.

“Yeah I oh. Tony,” he says, huffing out a breath, “Tony m’close.”

“Me too. God, wanted this to last longer but its hard with you looking like that,” Tony tells him.

“S’okay,” Peter murmurs. “Come on, wanna hear you.”

Tony’s pace picks up a little and they both gasp, one of Peter’s hands dropping to Tony’s hand on his waist. “You ready?” he asks and Peter nods.

“Mhm I- oh, Tony!”

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Flash looks unimpressed by the time they make it back to the fire side and Peter is already blushing because he knows, he knows Flash knows. “Next time you fuck in a forest, be quiet about it,” Flash tells him and Peter immediately turns around and walks away.

“Really?” he hears Tony ask as Flash starts laughing.

i’m still angry that sir died before he and izuku became friends. i wish we could have seen more of the nighteye agency dynamic, especially with izuku added to the mix

the hero forums go crazy because the nighteye agency has a new sidekick!! and it’s the boy who exploded all the bones in his arms on live television in his first ever sports festival!!!

izuku and mirio get scary good at fighting alongside each other, to the point that some people begin to genuinely wonder whether they can read each other’s minds

tododeku and miritama double dates????

there’s a new video going viral every other week of izuku and sir getting into a debate argument in some wildly inappropriate time and/or place

izuku is lowkey jealous that sir got to fight alongside all might for five years, but sir is jealous that izuku got to meet world famous scientist and all might’s best friend, david shield

todoroki debuts his newest conspiracy theory that mirio is ALSO all might’s secret lovechild but obviously with a different woman and wow, the former symbol of peace really does get around, huh, not that shouto would blame any of the women, because both of his sons are hot as fuck

izuku is still really new to the whole heroing thing so sir and the others at the agency try to keep the reporters and such away from him as much as possible, not only so he doesn’t get nervous but also because they don’t start learning how to maintain his public image until second year. as a result, most of the world doesn’t know much about him aside from the fact that he can withstand sir nighteye’s glare without so much as flinching, and even goes so far as to PROVOKE the man, so everyone is lowkey terrified of him

sometimes when izuku is on the job he’ll meet some of his teachers acting in their job as heroes, and it’s super trippy for him because the shift in dynamic is so extreme. they call him by his hero name, and even though he’s a sidekick he’s on more equal footing with them, and they treat him as another professional.

The Starker group chat is the best worst influence so here’s some size kink ✌Not completely canon in that there’s no Civil War, Tony just wants to keep this crazy kid safe. It doesn’t quite go how he expected it to. 

Dedicated to the trash can that is the Starker chat, all the dumbass antis watching it like a Jeffree Star palette release and all the funky little fellow trash bags below that got my fanfic urges raging harder than a puberty morning boner. 

I high-key hate this so expect more size kink in the future to make me feel better. 

TW: Mild choking | Size kink | Slight D/s | Under-negotiated kink (but consensual) | Breathplay if you squint

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Tony Stark.

Tony. Fucking. Stark.

Iron Man was sat on his couch. Eating walnut loaf. Chatting to his Aunt, like he was an Uncle or family friend swung by in their way home.

Peter nearly dropped the DVD player, jaw dropping as he screeched to a halt on the hideous green carpet. He could feel his stomach twisting, his braincells running around and screaming and his heart thumping at his ribs like a racehorse.

He couldn’t throw up in front of Iron Man.

“Uh…What? I mean, hey? Hi. Um-” He cut himself off with a huff, blinking at the way the corner of Tony’s mouth curled up into a sly, well hidden smirk.

“Oh, Mr. Parker” he greeted smoothly, as though only just noticing the fact that Peter had arrived. Tony’s head lifted and tipped, eyeing him across the room with an amused, knowing gaze. Peter had to force himself to relax his grip on the player when it gave the faintest of creaks.

“Hey! I’m - I’m - Hi. Mr. Stark. Peter. I’m - What are you…Why are you here?” He staggered out, arms falling as he tried to compute the fact that Iron Man was sat on his couch.

And Iron Man looked good.

He was wearing a sharp cut, fitted suit the colour of charcoal and his fluffy, dark hair swept across his head. His voice was a silken purr and the only thing out of place was the angry, black eye when Tony turned his head fully.

“"I was just waiting for you, actually. You’re late. Thankfully, your gorgeous Aunt here had some delicious walnut loaf to keep me occupied” Tony drawled, fingers dipping the slice of loaf in his grasp. It was almost enough to make Peter laugh.

Tony was either an amazing actor, or his life experiences had burnt off his tastebuds. Aunt May’s walnut loaf tasted like if you’d scraped the burnt oil off a pan, ground some walnuts into it, spat on it, fried it a little, then rubbed it in dirt. Regardless, Aunt May giggled like she was 12 and nursing a crush, waving a hand to dismiss the lie.

“Uh, Mr- Mr. Stark. What are you doing here?” He managed to wheeze out, still unable to tear his gaze from the way the man eyed him. Cocky. Amused. Daring.

He knew there was only one legitimate reason that Tony Stark would be sat on his couch.

Fuck.

Was he in trouble? Was this a threat? A cease and desist? Had he accidentally hurt someone? Oh my god.

“I figured it was about time we met” Tony replied evenly, and Peter’s heart plummeted. Oh god. He was right. They were gonna take him away. Aunt May would know. Peter was going to jail and -

“You’ve been getting my emails, right? I’ve been signing them personally. And writing them. Y'know, about that grant you applied for?”

Tony winked once with his left eye, then with his right, out of sight of his Aunt, who twisted to Peter with a star-struck expression.

“You never told me you applied for a grant!” She beamed, and Peter balked. He didn’t even know he’d applied for a grant. How could he tell her about something he didn’t even know he’d done?

“The grant” he replied weakly, trying to prod his brain into functioning. “Right. Yeah”.

“Look at him. So star struck he’s forgotten why I’m here. The September Foundation, darling. You applied. I approved” he announced, like it was a thing Peter should have known, like he’d forgotten his keys on his way out the door.

“The - The Foundation. Of course, yeah. I applied for that” he agreed easily, folding his arms. Was this code? A cipher for hey, I know you’re Spiderman. I’m here to lock you up forever.

“How come you never told me you applied for a grant? Are you entering the ‘keeping secrets’ phase?” Aunt May huffed at him, but she didn’t seem angry. How could she be, sat next to the richest and hottest man in America?

“I - I just…Surprises! I know you love surprises. And I wanted to…I figured you’d be proud…So what exactly did I get approved for?” He quizzed, turning his gaze back to Tony, who was watching him the way a lion might watch a trapped antelope.

“Well, Mr. Parker. That’s why I’m here. You applied. I approved. That’s means we’re in business. Together” Tony said pointedly, eyeing him over the rim of what was probably the ugliest coffee mug in history.

Yeah. This was definitely not about a grant that Peter never applied for.

“This date loaf is something else” Tony remarked, waggling the slice that had exactly one bite taken out of it. “I can’t decide if it’s the baking, or the fact it was made by an insanely hot woman”. Aunt May went scarlet and grinned at him, and Peter had to resist the urge to roll his eyes and blanch. He couldn’t decide what was worse, his hero and crush lying about date loaf, or his hero and crush calling his Aunt hot.

“Mrs. Parker, do you mind if I have some time with Mr. Parker, to discuss the finer details?” Tony remarked, glancing across at May with a sweet look.

“It’s just Ms. I’m not married” Aunt May corrected, but he suspected Tony knew that, and he was assured when Tony gave her a wicked smile. “Well, my day just keeps getting luckier” he purred, rising to his feet.

Peter’s disgust at the blatant flirting was almost enough to distract him from following the unfolding rise of Tony’s body.

Almost.

And not nearly enough to have his breath hitching when his gaze trailed past a long, trim torso to land on an unmistakable bulge. Peter nearly went a little cross-eyed, caught between horror at the thought that Tony Stark was hard over his Aunt, and the low spike in his gut at the sight of the impressive bulk.

“Mr. Parker” Tony crawled with slow, knowing amusement. Peter forced his gaze upwards, swallowing thickly at the way Tony quirked a brow at him. “Perhaps somewhere more…Private?” He suggested, and Peter’s knees almost buckled.

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Tony’s hungry eyes were on him even as Peter fumbled to unbutton his shirt. His hands were a little shaky, but Tony didn’t seem to notice, his eyes dragging over every available inch of skin Peter was currently showing. The space of the desk between them felt nonexistent with the way Tony was leaning heavily over it, and Peter could almost imagine the other man drooling. That would be a sight to see. Tony Stark drooling over the cute little omega librarian. 

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Nothing Feels Better Than This - Starkercest

So I received this wonderful prompt, and clearly, I liked it a whole fuckin’ lot. Here it finally is! 

Read it below the cut or right here on AO3.

Warnings: incest, nff, underage.

word count: 5,261

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(enjoy my bros, and you can totally send it prompts, it takes me a little while to write them.)

(and remember to comment or send me asks about what you thought because it helps me a lot and keeps me happy and breathing kthanks loveyaloveyaloveya)

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idk if you're still taking requests, but I love your starker hypnokink, and I would love it if you did just a tinny winne bit more ;))))))

I can’t resist hypnokink 🤤 - so here’s a little something to satisfy us! Hope you love it! 💙

Contains: hypnosis(duh), nff, abuse of power, Doctor/patient

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This was Peter’s sixth visit with Dr. Stark. He was strangely nervous, a little excited though. He didn’t remember a lot about his previous sessions with Dr. Stark, but he left each one feeling much than before. Dr. Stark was the best therapist Peter ever had, but the man made him feel all fuzzy inside. He’d even started to have wet dreams about his doctor. Peter was sure that wasn’t normal. He was just supposed to be coping better with his uncle’s death, not developing a crush.

“Peter, good afternoon,” Dr. Stark greeted as Peter entered the room. “How’s my favorite patient?”

Peter smiled at him, blushing only a little. He couldn’t believe that was true - Dr. Stark helped so many people - but it was nice to hear. “I’m doing a lot better,” Peter answered.

The doctor nodded. Peter plopped down on the couch and hugged one of the pillows to his chest. It smelled like Dr. Stark - coffee, expensive cologne, and just a hint on engine oil. It was one of the man’s hobbies, working like a mechanic. He had showed Peter some of the devices he built. That’s how they first bonded, over a love of science and technology.

Peter settled into the couch and they began speaking. He was doing a lot better, feeling less guilt and shame over the loss of his uncle. He rarely had nightmares anymore, the dreams replaced with much more pleasant ones. He was doing better in school again too, thanks to Dr. Stark.

As Peter spoke, his whole body tingled. Dr. Stark looked so pleased with his progress. Peter loved the proud grin on the man’s face as he thoughtfully took in all the boy’s words. He wanted to please Dr. Stark more than anything.

Live to please, live to obey. Good boy.

Peter felt his face flush at those thoughts. He’d been having intrusive thoughts since his third visit to the therapist. “Is everything alright, Peter?” Dr. Stark asked.

What could he say? He couldn’t just blurt out that he’d been having inappropriately sexual dreams about his doctor... or that he had fantasies about being on his knees in this very office... begging for Dr. Stark’s cock.

Cock. Worship cock. Suck cock. Obey.

Oh, god, there they were again. Peter shook his head and directs his gaze to his lap. He attempted to hide his face in the pillow he was holding. “I’m fine,” he squeaked.

It was a poor lie, and obviously Dr. Stark saw through it. Instead, he leaned back in his own chair and spread his legs. “Peter, look at me,” he said, his tone lower than before.

Despite his embarrassment, Peter raised his head to gaze at the doctor. The man raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The sound echoed through the office space. Peter’s eyes glazed over slightly, but they stayed glued to Dr. Stark. “That’s it, relax for me,” Dr. Stark purred, “It’s Playtime.”

Playtime, good boy. Be a good boy. Obey time.

Yes, time to be good for Dr. Stark. Then Dr. Stark would make him feel so amazing. Peter had done this before - it was so easy. He loved being Dr. Stark’s good boy. He loved to obey. Obedience is pleasure. Please Dr. Stark, receive pleasure.

Peter slumped on the couch, body relaxing but eagerly waiting for Dr. Stark’s orders. His heart beat faster, his body heating up and tingling. “Stand Peter,” the therapist said, “Take your clothes off.”

Peter did as he was told, slowly rising to his feet and stripping. He set his clothes in a loose pile by the end of the couch and waited for the doctor’s next command. Peter covered his dick with his hands, a little self conscious in front of his therapist. Dr. Stark motioned for Peter to sit back down, so he did keeping himself covered.

“Doesn’t that feel better?” Dr. Stark asked. Peter smiled, it did feel good - his bare skin against the comfy sofa. “Spread your legs Peter, there’s no need to hide.”

Peter slowly opened his legs and moved his hands to his sides, giving the doctor a full view.

Dr. Stark frowned suddenly, making Peter’s gut twist. Oh, no. He’d done something wrong - he was a bad boy. “Doctor...” he tried to apologize. But his mouth snapped shut when Dr. Stark’s gaze met his. He shouldn’t speak without permission - he knew that.

“It’s alright, Peter,” the man said, sensing his patient’s panic, “I expected you to be hard.”

Oh. Peter glanced down at himself. He wasn’t hard, though he could feel something stirring low in his belly. “Maybe you need some help,” Dr. Stark spoke again, calling Peter’s attention back to him. “Maybe you need my voice to get hard. Is that it, Peter?”

Peter bit his lower lip and gave the man one curt nod in response. Tony grinned and continued, “You like the sound of it, don’t you? Close your eyes, just listen.”

Listen. Obey. Good boy’s listen, good boy’s obey.

Peter’s lovely eyes fluttered shut, his head tipping back against the couch. His fingers twitched on the cushions, but he didn’t move his hands at all. Tony watched Peter roll his hips on the couch. “Feel it - feel the heat coursing through you. You can’t stop it, can’t resist it, no choice.”

Peter whined, his hips bucking slightly as his cock twitched to life. “That’s right, Peter,” Tony continued, “No choice - but you like that. You don’t need to think, Doctor thinks for you.”

No thoughts. No choice. Only obedience.

The boy’s cock was hard and even dripping precum now. Peter moaned, “D-doctor...” He moved his hands to his thighs, itching to touch himself.

“Behave,” Tony warned. Peter moved his hands back to grip the couch cushions again with another whine. “Doctor knows exactly what you need. To loose all those bad thoughts in your head.”

Peter nodded again. He slumped on couch, legs spreading wider. “Replace them with better things, right?” Tony teased. The boy shuddered, images of the wet dreams he’d been having flashing through his mind. They all featured Dr. Stark - touching him, kissing him, fucking him. He could almost feel Dr. Stark’s hands on him now. He wanted it so badly, but he couldn’t say anything, at least not until Dr. Stark gave him permission to beg. All Peter could do was hump at the air and hope to entice the man for more.

Tony watched Peter fall apart on the sofa, shivering and whimpering, desperate mewls and half-words coming out of his mouth. He thrust hips toward Tony, his little cock bouncing against his tummy.

“You’re ready to burst so soon,” Dr. Stark chuckled, “But I’m not quite done with you yet. Open your eyes.”

Peter obeyed, half-lidded chestnut eyes staring at Tony. Dr. Stark opened his trousers, taking his dick out. Peter’s eyes immediately drifted to it; he licked his lips.

“You want this?” He asked.

“Y-Yes, Doctor,” Peter pleaded.

Yes, cock. Need it. Beg for it.

“Think you can take it in that pretty little hole of yours this time?” The man asked. He stood and crossed to where Peter was sitting. Peter’s breathing quickened as the doctor approached him. His hands moved to his thighs and he held open his legs for Tony.

“Such a good boy,” Tony praised. He grinned when a thick stream of precum spurted from Peter’s cock. Tony quickly reached for the drawer on the end table. He grabbed a small bottle of lube from it and popped the cap open. This was going to be Peter’s first time; he needed to be gentle, to get Peter’s subconscious addicted to this feeling.

Peter cried out as Tony slipped two lives up fingers inside of him. His hole clenched as his hips bucked. They’d done this before. After Tony trained Peter to be an expert in giving head, he’d been teasing and fingering the boy, preparing his hole for more.

“Cu-cumming-“ Peter panted.

“No,” Tony said, his finger curling up inside of the young man, “Not until I say.” He gripped Peter’s shaft and squeezed. “Remember who owns you.”

“You do, Dr. Stark,” Peter gasped. He keened as Tony thrust his fingers in and out of him. His dick throbbed in Tony’s tight grip, but he couldn’t cum - not without permission. Dr. Stark owned him, owned his mind, owned his body, all of his orgasms... everything.

Tony removed his fingers from Peter’s hole and lined up his cock. “You my good boy?” He asked.

“Yes!” Peter mewled, “I’m a good boy, I obey!”

Tony slowly pushed into Peter’s tight hole. “Again,” he said, sliding as deep as he could into the boy.

“I’m a good boy,” Peter repeated, his eyes rolling up toward the ceiling as Tony’s cock bumped against his prostate, “I obey.”

Dr. Stark kissed him, slipping his tongue into Peter’s mouth. Peter eagerly and sloppily kissed back. He bucked back against Tony, still murmuring his obedience against the man’s lips. Tony thrusted, snapping his hips hard against Peter’s body. He gripped Peter’s thighs and hoisted the boy’s body up a bit more on the couch. Peter grasped Tony’s lapels and held onto the man, softly gasping out his mantra. His body trembled with every plunge of Tony’s cock in his hole. He was tight and hot, clenching around the Doctor in an attempt to milk him.

Good boy’s obey, good boy’s get Doctor’s cock.

“D-Doctor Stark!” He moaned.

“I’m close baby,” Tony promised. He kissed Peter again, shoving in deeper. His thrusts became more erratic, faster and rough. “Cum with me!”

Peter screamed as he came, feeling his doctor spill inside of him. It was better than he ever imagine, being totally pumped full. “Oh, Doctor! Dr. Stark!” He whimpered. His dick kept jumping, spurting more and more. Tony stayed buried in him, chuckling and watching Peter fall apart. The boy hadn’t cum in weeks, thanks to Tony’s subliminal commands.

Tony gently lowered Peter’s legs, slowly pulling his cock free. Peter whimpered at the loss of it, but didn’t protest past that. Tony sat down next to him on the couch and pulled Peter into his lap. Peter melted against the doctor’s body, head dropping against Tony’s shoulders. He sighed, content and satisfied.

Now Tony had to focus on implanting more triggers and commands into Peter’s subconscious... but he would sit with the boy like this a bit longer, savoring what little time they had before the end of the session. There would be other appointments anyway - Tony had all the time he needed to make Peter his plaything.

Starker HC where Tony offers a breeding service and Peter is his top stud. With his chiseled body and soft disposition, Peter is extremely popular with all of the guests, even those who don’t use his services.

Because he is a breeding stud, Peter isn’t allowed to get himself off. He must wear a cock cage, and is only allowed to reach an orgasm is Tony is present to give him permission to.

Tony is contacted by a potential customer who wants Peter to be absolutely, painfully desperate to come. She wants him to be animalistic, moving entirely on instinct and need, and losing it as soon as anatomically possible.

With Peter’s consent, Tony spends the next week edging him. He isn’t scheduled any other clients, Tony won’t let him get off when they have sex, and Tony edges him at least twice a day.

By the end of the week, Peter is a wreck. Tony can’t even leave his side because he is so desperate, taking any available opportunity to touch himself, or rub himself against the nearest soft object, anything to try and relieve the pressure. He practically weeps when Tony tells him that it is finally time to breed their customer.

Peter is nothing but raw enthusiasm as Tony encourages him between the woman’s legs. His cock is dripping, his hair standing on end when he feels the heat of her body so close to him. Peter grabs her hips and moves to push inside, so desperate for relief that he forgets his cage is still on. When he bumps uselessly against her entrance he whimpers, turning back to Tony.

“Need some help?” Tony asks gently. He carefully removes the device and urges Peter back around, grabbing his cock to stroke him a single time.

“Please,” Peter croaks suddenly, his voice thin. “Please, please, please.”

Tony kisses Peter’s cheek gently, feeling a little guilty that he has Peter this strung out. Peter isn’t new to edging or being denied for a few days, but the tears rimming his eyes tells Tony that they have surpassed his limit. “Let me help you get inside so you don’t hurt her by accident, okay?”

Peter’s mouth falls open when Tony directs the head of his cock into the wet heat of the woman’s body. He doesn’t wait for permission from Tony, he simply holds her hips and pumps his cock in and out of her. There’s no rhythm, no attempt to make it feel good for her, all he can do is chase his own orgasm. He barely makes it for 20 seconds, wailing pathetically as he reaches his peak. His toes curl into the carpet and he hunches over the woman’s body, so much come filling her that it gushes out onto the floor when Peter pulls away.

Tony is sure to give Peter plenty of aftercare. Tony gives him a hot bath, where he jerks him off. They watch a movie and eat snacks, where Tony blows him when the credits roll. Tony puts him to bed early, but not before fucking him into a sloppy, mindless mess, so emptied of fluids that he might not be able to come again for days 🌸

Pepper invited Peter to join her and tony for dinner. Peter repays this hospitality by secretly jerking her husband off under the table. Both Tony and Peter getting off on the fact pepper is right there.

hints of sub!Tony, because why not? :) (all characters are 18+)

Tony coughed as he felt Peter’s hand grip him firmly over his slacks, hidden only by the long tablecloth, paying no mind to Pepper who was sat directly across from them. It was a contrast to the teasing touches that Peter had been subjecting him to for the past half an hour, touches that could be mistaken as accidents; this was most definitely deliberate. 

“It’s so nice to have you home, Peter.” smiled Pepper, spooning more vegetables onto her plate. “Tony especially misses you so much whilst you’re at college.”

“Is that so, mister Stark?” Peter asked innocently, eyes wide and sweet as his nimble fingers fiddled with Tony’s zipper, pulling his hardening cock out of his jeans and boxers. “Do you really miss me?”

“Miss you talking my ear off in the lab, kiddo.” Tony said as evenly as possible, stifling a groan as Peter rubbed gently on the bundle of nerves under the head, already slick with precome. “Too quiet when you’re not here.”

Peter hummed thoughtfully, still rubbing gently at that spot that made Tony see stars, shovelling a piece of pork into his mouth to try as distract from the feeling. Peter, so innocently conversing with Pepper about his studies whilst jerking her husband off under the table made him want to spill over Peter’s fist.

“Anybody want desert?” Pepper asked eventually, noting Peter and Tony’s empty plates. “There’s some chocolate cake in the fridge from that bakery down the street.”

“Yes please, Mrs Potts.” Peter smiled, at the same point he decided to slide his closed fist firmly down Tony’s cock and then back up again, setting up a hot, fast rhythm that had Tony subtly bucking into Peter’s hand. 

The sudden onslaught of sensation was almost too much, and Tony couldn’t help but let out a strangled cough in response to Pepper’s question, causing her face to cloud over with concern.

“Are you okay, Tony?” she asked, leaning over the table to place a hand on his forehead, all the while Peter was still jerking him, tight and fast. “Are you not feeling too good?”

“Fine.” Tony choked out, before managing to momentarily compose himself. “Fine Pep, honestly. Food just went down the wrong tube. Cake sounds good.”

She nodded, though there was a suspicious look in her eye, and disappeared into the kitchen. As soon as she was out of earshot, Tony groaned, low and desperate, bucking his hips up into Peter’s grip. 

“Please, Peter.” he whimpered. “Please make me cum, please baby.”

“You get off on it, don’t you Tony?” Peter whispered, voice gravelly and wanting, sending shivers down Tony’s spine. “You get off on knowing your wife is right there, could realise your teenage protégé is jerking you off, in front of her, at any second. It reminds you how dirty you are.”

“Yeah, yes, so dirty, depraved, it feels so good Peter, c’mon.” Tony gasped. “She’ll be back any second, please.”

“Come for me, mister Stark, come for me all over your wife’s kitchen floor.”

Tony arched, whimpered, as ropes of cum spurted over Peter’s tight fist, slicking the way for Peter to coax Tony through the aftershocks, until he was whining from oversensitivity. 

“Good boy, Tony.” Peter murmured, not even bothering to tuck Tony back in as Pepper made her way back into the dining room. “Think you’ll get hard again when I lick your cum off my hand in front of your wife?”

can we get Tony as Peter’s brother’s best friend, fucking for the first time? :) maybe a quickie while the rest of the family is waiting at the table and Peter’s brother comes looking?

added in this ask from @chiochippo: Maybe Peter and Tony having a quickie, and Peter has to be so very quiet, tony’s hand around his throat making sure no sound comes out. He know his baby can take it - (all characters are 18+, haven’t even proofread)

“Fuck, you feel so good, your little ass squeezing my cock like it was made for it.” Tony hissed, adjusting his grip on Peter’s neck. “Can’t even hold back your moans, knowing that your entire family is right outside that door.”

“Please, Tony, harder!” Peter rasped, arching up into the older boy’s touch, loving the way his grip make Peter’s breath catch. “C’mon, they’ll come looking for us soon, make me come!”

Tony grunted and picked up his pace, fucking into the boy with abandon, knees rubbing raw against the carpeted floor of Peter’s bedroom; the bed would have definitely been too loud. Tony squeezed tighter against Peter’s windpipe in an effort to keep the boy from crying out as he mercilessly pounded against his prostate. 

“Such a little whore, letting your brother’s best friend fuck you whilst your family is sat there, waiting for us to eat dinner with them.” Tony groaned against the skin of Peter’s back. “What would they think if they knew, huh? Knew how you came begging for it, how you spread your legs for me whenever I ask?”

“Just for you, Tony, no one could ever fuck me as good as you.” Peter panted, voice strained and gasping for air. “I need to come, oh my god please touch me!”

Tony cursed and wrapped his free hand around Peter’s sensitive cock, the rough callouses and scars on his hands sending shivers of pleasure through Peter that made him keen and rock himself into Tony’s touch. 

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the locked door, and Peter’s brother’s irritable voice cut through their aborted moans and whimpers. 

“Are you guys done in there? Mum says dinner’s going cold.”

To Peter’s distress Tony didn’t let up, but kept pounding into him at the same pace, jerking his dripping cock, trying to get him to the edge as quickly as possible.

“Nearly done!” called Tony, voice frustratingly steady. “Just trying to figure out this last question, it’s a hard one.”

Tony punctuated his words with a firm squeeze to Peter’s cock that had him coming into Tony’s hand at the same time the older boy released his grip on his throat; Peter bit down hard on his arm as he came, stifling the scream that threatened to slip past his lips as his whole body jerked with pleasure. 

Peter’s brother made a noise of assent, and it wasn’t till they heard receding footsteps that Tony shoved his come-covered fingers in Peter’s mouth and pulled out of his ass, jerking himself fast. 

“Yeah, good boy, clean your come off my fingers, you dirty little whore.” Tony panted, still working over his cock. “You want me, Peter? You want me to come all over that pretty ass.”

Peter whined, mouth still full of Tony’s thick fingers, and the older boy came hard, ropes of cum painting Peter’s unblemished skin as the boy groaned. 

“Don’t bother cleaning it up.” Tony instructed as Peter reached towards a box of tissues. “Just put your sweats on over it. I want to see you sitting there, in front of your family, covered in my cum.”

“Yes, Tony.”

the hargreeves children’s tragedy

(song: jenny of oldstones - game of thrones OST)

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Peter B. Parker adopting Miles after one (1) day of knowing him is big Tony Stark Energy

What if peter was like a pack omega, not necessarily in a relationship with the whole pack, but he calms everyone down and cooks and cuddles all the avengers who just adore and dote on him.

TW: a/o dynamics, housewife Peter

Tony doesn’t quite know how it happened. Natasha and Clint went off on some super secret spy gig that Fury won’t tell him anything about. Wanda and Vision are off travelling the world, and then all of a sudden the tower has become a bit of a boy’s club.

It’s just him, Steve, Bucky and Thor.

It was kinda fun, at first. Like being in a fraternity back in college. Of course, he’d been quite young when he was a freshman, so the drinking and partying had been…not absent, but definitely the shadier side of legal.

Now, the four of them eat pizza and train and go and save the world when they have to. Tony tinkers in his lab, Steve and Bucky play the never-ending game of catch up, and Thor imbues himself in earth-culture.

But still, they’re four alphas. And sometimes they’re training gets a little rough, and sometimes they snarl at each other and get wound up.

After a particularly bad day, Steve wades through the trash all over the living room. He kicks aside grease-stained thai-take out boxes and empty wrappers- nearly trips on Thor’s hammer- before reaching Tony.

Tony arches an eyebrow at him, and takes a long sip of his black coffee.

“This place is becoming a real state.” Steve says meaningfully and Tony laughs.

“I hope you’re not suggesting I clean it. I opened up my home to you rascals-“

“Don’t you have a cleaner?” Steve grumbles, rubbing at a smudge on the countertop with his thumb.

“I did. Lovely woman. But you’re not gonna find a beta willing to live with four Alphas, Steve. And we do need a live in. I’m pretty sure Thor ate raw chicken the other day.”

“Why not an Omega, then?” Steve asks, and Tony hums thoughtfully.

It’s not a bad idea. Omegas are a pricy investment, because they’re so rare, but they handle Alphas beautifully. They cook and clean and soothe. Tony thinks they could all do with a little soothing. There’s a hell of a lot of Alpha pheromones everywhere, and it’s making him antsy. It’s tough to concentrate in the lab, and only he goes in there.

“I’ll look into it.” He promises, and Steve nods: satisfied, before wading back through the trash.

*

When Bucky gets back from his run in the late afternoon- he freezes.

The penthouse is sparkling. The balcony doors are open and the cool summer breeze is rolling in. There are- new cushions everywhere- and a vase almost bursting with fresh flowers on the coffee table. Everything’s polished and clean, and smells of freshly baked cookies. There’s another smell. Something sweeter than the cookies, more fragrant than the flowers. Something he can’t quite put his finger on.

“What the hell…” he whispers. Did someone finally clean up? He can’t imagine who. And who would go and pick flowers?

“You must be Bucky!” Comes a delighted voice, and Bucky turns to see- probably the most gorgeous Omega he’s ever seen in his life. He’s a tiny little slip of a thing, with huge eyes and fluffy hair and a blue sweater. He’s barefoot too, and there’s flour on his cheek.

“Uh…” he says unintelligibly, following the Omega towards the kitchen.

“I like your metal arm! I’m making cookies, would you like yours warm straight from the oven?”

Bucky takes a seat at the kitchen counter and blinks in surprise when he can see his own face reflected in the marble. “Sure,” he stammers, and then before he knows it, a plate heaped full of warm cookies and a glass of cold milk are being presented on a flowery tray.

“I’m Peter,” the omega says, and his eyes are like sunlight mixed with amber. He’s got skin like fresh cream and lips so pink Bucky wants to reach out and touch-

Instead, he crams a few cookies into his mouth and groans. Goddamn, they’re delicious.

Peter beams at him with glee. “You like them? I’m so glad! Tony said that he didn’t know if you preferred chocolate chip or blueberry, but I went with chocolate, because everyone loves chocolate! I’m gonna make steak with quinoa tonight, do you like that? I also bought some pastry for apple pie for dessert- that’s Steve’s favourite right? That’s what he said- but I’d already bought it, so maybe he was just being polite and-“

“Ah, Bucky,” Tony waltzes in, chuckling, ad Bucky blinks at the sight of him. He looks remarkably better than yesterday. The dark circles under his eyes are gone, his beard’s groomed and hair brushed, and he’s in new clothes that smell of laundry detergent. “I see you’ve met Peter, quite the little angel, isn’t he?”

Peter blushes, and it’s possibly the most beautiful thing Bucky’s ever seen. “Did you have a good nap?” Peter asks, plating up some cookies and milk for Tony.

“None for me thanks, gorgeo-“ he cuts off, and Bucky watches as Peter pouts; his eyes huge and disappointed, hands still holding out the plate and glass as offering.

Bucky thinks he’d lay down his life for those eyes.

“Fine,” Tony grumbles, taking a cookie. He snorts at Peter’s happy smile. “You’re gonna make me put on a couple of pounds, aren’t you?”

“I’m gonna make sure you get all the nutrients you need.” Peter corrects, and Bucky drains his milk to ask:

“Are you Tony’a new Omega?”

Tony answers for him. “Gorgeous, isn’t he? Super expensive, but definitely worth it. He’s for all of us, and have you seen the place? He’s folded the towels into little swans-“

“You bought him for all of us?” Bucky gapes, and Tony’s eyes soften a little.

“Well, yeah. We all live here, we could all use a little love. And look at him,” Tony squeezes the nape of Peter’s neck and the Omega lets out the most melodic little moan. “Help yourself, ask him for anything- Peter’s happy. He has his own bedroom- near mine, obviously, but I doubt he’ll spend the nights there, right, gorgeous?”

Peter blushes again, and subtly nudges another cookie towards Tony.

Bucky thinks it would probably be impolite to ask Peter to bend over the counter right now, so he saves it for later.

* After two weeks with Peter, everything is perfect.

The penthouse has never looked better, Tony’s never felt so well-rested, so well-fed. The fresh vegetables and new recipes- each more exotic than the last- have left him feeling stronger. Healthier.

Peter’s gotten Steve into Yoga, and more often than not, Tony will wake up to see the two of them out on the balcony under the New York sun, stretched out on yoga mats.

He likes to appreciate the view for a moment.

Before Peter makes them all a big breakfast. Smoothies for all of them and Tony gets pancakes, Thor gets a full english, Steve gets a fruit salad and Bucky gets waffles, all of them on rotation.

Peter spends a lot of time out and about with Thor. The god can hoist Peter onto his shoulders and is clearly completely smitten with the tiny omega. He keeps regaling him with Asgardian fairytales and giving him little gold trinkets.

Bucky gets deep tissue massages- he likes the way Peter’s fingers work into all of his muscle. Often Tony will see Bucky lying on the couch chest-down, with Peter straddling his thighs and working onto all that scarred tissue.

Everything’s just better.

And then of course, when Peter was cleaning up and he’d moved Thor’s hammer- picking it up for a moment, dusting underneath it- then setting back down, humming sweetly all the while, and the four alphas had just stared in absolute amazement. 

Tony likes buying Peter silks and satins. Or sparkly diamonds that Peter wears around the house. Steve gives Peter his sketches- leaves them lying around the house for Peter to find as he’s cleaning, and the little omega lets out a pleased sound of delight every time. 

It’s just better. Effortless. 

Tony stirs (his sleeping pattern is so much better now) when he feels his mattress dip, and he smiles lazily with pleasant surprise, as he tugs Peter into his chest.

“Mm, haven’t seen you for a few days, gorgeous.”

“Thor had a lot of pent up stress,” Peter mewls, one soft hand already sliding into Tony’s pants. Peter is a selfless lover, as all omega are, he peppers Tony’s face with kisses, whispers praise, and teases him just the right amount.

“I want you to knot me, please, alpha,” Peter whispers sweetly into his ear, already moving- he does all the work, Tony doesn’t have to lift a finger- and he’s already slick, and he manoeuvres Tony’s throbbing cock to his hole easily. “Do you want that?”

“Fuck, yeah, baby,” Tony grunts, eyes still lidded. “Make me feel good.”

Peter moans like it’s his pleasure, and gets to work.

Bad Ideas (Peter Parker/Wade Wilson) (Masterlist)

This Fic is COMPLETE ! 

Authors Note: this is Spideypool/ABO AU but I tend to keep to the emotional side of ABO and less physical in this fic. So even if ABO isn’t your thing, Please still read because I think it works :) 

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Peter Parker isn’t Spider-Man anymore. No, he left his suit and that life behind after Gwen, and Harry and everything else in his life went wrong. He tried, he really did try to survive it all and move on and he just couldn’t. So he packed his bag and took off, looking for someplace that doesn’t remind him of New York, where he won’t see Gwen’s ghost on every corner, someplace where he won’t have nightmares every night.

Wade Wilson isn’t Deadpool anymore. No, he told a client to fuck off when he’d been sent to end someone who… well they didn’t deserve it, and underneath all those scars is a heart… somewhere. So he wiped out anyone sent to take care of him, packed his bag and headed for a place where he could just be, where the voices in his head don’t scream at him, where he can have a little peace.

When Omega Peter ends up in Alpha Wade’s life, Wade tells him to keep his distance, not to ask about his scars, and to speak up when he needed time off for heat because Wade DOES NOT want to be bothered with that. Their arrangement works, each of them living with their own secrets, orbiting around each other but not to each other, until the Alpha starts staring a little too much, and the Omega starts needing some company.

When Wade’s past catches up with him unexpectedly, when Peter has to come to terms with the Deadpool side of his Alpha, it nearly tears them apart. But Peter still has a secret of his own. And he isn’t sure how Wade will react to that at all.

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