#bri does kinktober

[illfoandillfie]

Kinktober Day 22: Collar

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: (70s) Roger Taylor x Reader

Words: 850

Warnings: choker as a collar, sub!rog, dom!reader, light possessiveness

A/N: idk man, 70s rog in a choker just does something to me.

Roger had managed to get half-dressed before he realised his choker was missing. He’d pulled on his jeans but as he was reaching for his shirt his eyes had slipped to his bedside table and he’d noticed the empty space where the choker normally lay. Brows furrowed he’d picked up his alarm clock and a mostly empty glass of water, hoping the choker had become hidden by one or the other. But there was no sign of it.   “Gotta be here,” he mumbled to himself, trying to remember if he’d put it elsewhere the night before. He had got home a little late and with a few more drinks in him than he’d intended but he’d not been completely plastered and he was sure he could remember taking it off and putting it in the usual spot. Dropping to his knees, Roger ran his hand under his bed in case it had fallen to the floor during the night, but he rose again empty handed. With growing frustration and panic he searched the rest of his room – pulling back his sheets, moving piles of clutter around his desk, even going through his pile of dirty laundry.   “Ugh, whatever,” Roger grumbled when he still hadn’t found it. He rubbed absentmindedly at his bare throat, opening his bedroom door with a little more force than was necessary, and headed out to make breakfast, trying to convince himself the choker would turn up. But two steps out the door he decided food could wait and headed to the lounge room to check between the couch cushions.  

When Brian awoke and blearily stumbled his way out of bed, it was to the sounds of Roger cursing from the kitchen.   “Whasamatter,” He asked, reaching for the kettle. “Have you seen my choker? I can’t find it anywhere.” Brian leaned against the kitchen bench and blinked as at the question slowly began to make sense, “Choker? No. Whats it look like?” “Like a fucking choker, Bri. Jesus how are you pulling the best grades of any of us. It’s black velvet, chain at the back, I wear it all the time.” “Haven’t seen it. Did you try retracing your steps?” “Thanks, hadn’t thought of that,” Roger grunted sarcastically. Brian rolled his eyes, “Well how should I bloody know where you left it. You’ve got about twenty of them anyway, just wear a different one.” “No, I can’t. Y/N’s going to be here soon and she bought it for me and I promised her I’d wear it.” “She’ll understand, she’s a good sort.” “You don’t get it,” Roger huffed as he stormed back to his room, his hand rubbing against his throat again. Brian didn’t understand, he couldn’t. It was more than just a choker. The rational part of his brain knew it wouldn’t really matter if he couldn’t find it before you arrived, or if he went out with you and didn’t wear it. But you’d specially picked it out for him and he hated not knowing where it was. He hated the idea of not wearing it when you were with him. When you’d first suggested the idea of collaring him, he’d thought you were just being a bit jealous of other girls flirting with him. He’d agreed to humour you more than anything. But now not having it made him feel naked and like he was letting you down. With growing desperation Roger dropped to his knees to search the floor again.

You knocked on the door, a little earlier than you said you’d be, and said good morning to Brian as he let you inside.   “Your boyfriend’s been tearing this place apart looking for a choker,” Brian said exasperatedly, “I think he’s back in his room.”   You laughed and headed down the now familiar hallway, reaching the doorway of Roger’s room just in time to see him sitting back on his knees with a triumphant look, the choker dangling from his closed fist.   “Find it?” Roger jumped, startled, “Y/N!” He scrambled to his feet, “Bri wasn’t supposed to tell you I lost it. Not that I did lose it, it just fell off the bedside table and got caught in between some of my records and I-” “It’s okay Rog, I’m teasing,” you laughed, “Besides, it’s a choker, I could always buy you another one.” “I know,” He pouted, “I just like wearing your collar. I like knowing I’m yours.” “Do you want me to help put it back on?” “Yes please,” He sounded a little breathless as he handed it to you and turned around. You gently brushed his hair to the side so you could fasten it, “Good boy.”   Roger shivered as you pressed a soft hiss to the back of his neck and straightened his hair, and when he turned around he was smiling, “I like when you call me that.” “You’re cute.” You giggled, working a finger under the choker to test its fit. Rogers breath caught and you raised your eyebrows at him.   “I like when you do that too,” You pulled him in closer for a kiss.

#my writing #my blurbs #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor smut #roger taylor imagine

[lemonpeter]

Day 26 - Sugar Baby/Sugar Daddy (Peter/Tony)

ANYWAYS it’s been a long day so here’s some sweet and mildly spicy starker for everyone to enjoy 🧡 I hope no one was scared off by everything from earlier lol

Warnings: sugar baby/daddy relationship, exchange of gifts for implied sexual favors (consensual), college aged Peter

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The rumors had been thrown around for years. As soon as tabloids got ahold of pictures of Peter and Tony together, they went crazy.

It didn’t matter that at the time Peter was underaged, of course rumors spread anyways.

Tony and Peter didn’t see each other like that. They had strictly a mentor/mentee relationship. Almost family, even!

Until one day Peter slipped.

He didn’t call Mr. Stark dad, no. But he did call him daddy.

Things definitely changed after that.

Then is was discussed how Peter had always been poor. The Parkers were never particularly wealthy people.

But the financial situation got even worse once he moved out to his own place in college. He couldn’t keep a steady job because of his Spider-Man gig (which he definitely wasn’t giving up) and freelancing didn’t really pay very well often.

So Tony had an idea.

He proposed that, since there was clearly an attraction between them, and it was perfectly legal and okay since Peter was over eighteen, he could help with the financial situation.

Of course, Peter knew there had to be some sort of exchange. Tony said no, but Peter wouldn’t just take the money and gifts for free.

So that’s how Peter got his sugar daddy. And how he reaffirmed in his mind that he really liked older men.

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“Tony-“ Peter started, sighing into the phone as he looked at the various packages on his bed.

“What? You don’t like them?” Tony asked innocently. “I was online shopping this weekend, you can’t blame me.”

Peter started opening things, smiling weakly to himself as he looked over the gifts. “I like them, but you can’t just do this. I told you, the allowance this month was all I needed. It covered everything just fine.”

The older man chuckled. “Maybe, but daddy wanted to treat his baby, yes?”

The younger man paused, shivering at the name that Tony called himself. No matter how many times he heard it, it always drove him crazy.

At the pause, Tony smirked to himself. “You know I love treating you, honey. I just can’t help myself sometimes. I see things you’d like and next thing I know the shipping plans are being sent to Jarvis.”

Looking over the gifts that he had opened and noticing that he had barely gotten through half, Peter whimpered. “But sir...” he chewed his lip, sitting on his bed next to all of the packages.

“Wrong answer,” Tony purred.

Peter shivered again, biting his lip gently. “Daddy,” he said quietly. “Thank you.” He laid down, relaxing against the bed.

“Good boy. You know you can’t stop me from giving you gifts. It’s what I like to do. I’m not just here to help you with money, I’m also here to make you happy with other gifts.”

“I know, daddy. And you do make me happy. Sometimes I just worry that you’re spending too much on me,” Peter whined gently.

Tony hummed through the phone. He knew that Peter was always a bit nervous about how much he spent. But he always assured him that it wasn’t going to make him bankrupt or anything. He just liked treating his baby. “Nothing I spend on you could ever be too much. You deserve the world.”

Peter blushed, cheeks burning. “That’s-“ he sighed. The compliments always made him feel warm and mushy, but he could never seem to accept them fully. “Thank you, daddy. I’ll pay you back,” he said sweetly.

Tony chuckled, fingers of his free hand raking through his hair gently, catching on his greying locks. He wasn’t sure how he felt about the change in color, a sign he was getting older. But Peter assured him time and time again that he was just a ‘sexy silver fox’. “You know I could never say no to that.”

Peter knew that nothing was expected of him. Any ‘payment’ that he gave for the gifts or the money was completely consensual and freely given. “I’ll take some good pictures and send them to you. And then maybe we could video call?” He suggested, biting back a grin. “Just an idea.”

“That sounds incredible, honey. You want to stay on the phone while you do that or do you want me to suffer and wait?” The older man joked.

“Hmmmm, I guess we could stay on the phone,” Peter teased. Like he ever wanted to hang up. He could listen to Tony’s voice forever and be happy.

“Sounds perfect, baby. I’ll be right here.”

Yeah, their relationship had changed a lot over the years. But neither of them would complain about it.

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #tony x peter #peter parker x tony stark #my writing #sugar baby peter #sugar daddy tony #bri does kinktober #kinktober with bri #kinktober 2020 #sugar baby/daddy relationship #I hope everyone enjoys 💕 #I feel weird about this one but it could just be because of the day I’ve had lol

[kpopblurbs]

Kinktober Day 6.5 - Sexual Deprivation

Pairing: Young K/Reader Word Count: 1.3k Tags: Sexual deprivation, cockwarming, begging, dom!YoungK, sub!Reader, female reader Kinktober 2019 Masterlist AO3 Link

You perked up as you heard the front door open, signaling your boyfriends return from the studio. You sat on the couch patiently as you heard him take off his shoes and drop his bag onto the floor. He walked into the room and flopped down on the couch next to you with a sigh. “How was your day?” you asked, hoping he was in a good mood despite how worn out his sigh sounded.

He sighed again and reached out towards you, eagerly you wiggled into his embrace resting your head on his chest as he started talking. “Frustrating. I’ve been trying to write this song for weeks at this point and I just can’t, I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“Maybe you need to relax, take your mind off of things.” you suggested.

He looked down at you, “That sounds nice, any ideas for how to do that?”

“I can think of a couple things.” you winked at him.

“Really now? Like what?” he asked with a smirk. You smiled at him as you moved your hand down to palm him through his jeans, “Well someone’s feeling bold." He brought his hand up to your head, gripping your hair he pulled your head back gently, "I think you've forgotten your place though, kitten." His voice had taken on an authoritative tone, it sent a shiver down your spine as you pulled your hand back and set it in your lap. "Better." he released your hair, “Now, you wanna tell me what your idea was?”

“I-I was hoping you would f-fuck me.” you stammered out, already sinking into a submissive state of mind.

“I’m not sure you’ve been good enough for that, kitten.”

You whined softly, “It’s just been so long.” you pouted, hoping he would go easy on you just this once.

“Are you complaining?”

“I-I, n-no, I just…” you trailed off.

“You know when you agreed to let me decide when you cum, this is what you signed up for.” he reminded you.

“I-I know, it’s just hard.” you sighed.

“I’ll tell you what, you can suck my dick, and if you do a good enough job, I’ll think about letting you cum.” he offered, you nodded eagerly despite knowing that your actual chances of cumming that night were slim. “Good girl.” he brought his hand back up to your hair and grabbed it, holding on tighter this time as he moved your head down to his crotch. You maneuvered your body so you were laying across the couch facing him.

“C-can I?” you asked, knowing that if you reached out again without warning you’d get in trouble.

“Of course kitten.” you reached out and undid his pants, pulling them down as best you could before reaching into his underwear and pulling out his dick. You stroked him slowly, his dick hardened in your hand and soon enough you felt him pushing on the back of your head, “Come on, kitten, you know better than to tease.” he warned you. Quickly you leaned forward and took him into your mouth, sucking gently on the tip, he pushed slightly on the back of your head, encouraging you to take in more of him. You sank down on his length, gagging slightly as he hit the back of your throat, you felt his grip in your hair tighten and you looked up to make eye contact with him. “You ready, kitten?” You nodded and he pulled you back slightly, he adjusted himself so he was at a better angle to start thrusting into your mouth. His movements started off slow to allow you time to adjust but soon enough he had set a rough pace. You did your best to take it, occasionally gagging around him, tears welled up in your eyes as he hit the back of your throat repeatedly. You brought your hands to his thighs and held tightly to ground yourself as he pounded into your mouth, you felt his thrusts begin to get sloppier as he got closer to his orgasm. Finally, after what felt like forever, he pushed your head down, forcing you to deepthroat him as he came, shooting his load down your throat. You choked slightly around him but did your best to swallow obediently, he pulled you back, his cock falling out of your mouth as you gasped for air. “You alright, kitten?” you nodded, coughing slightly as you caught your breath, he released your hair, opting instead to run his fingers through it soothingly. “Come here.” he said gently, you sat up quickly and wiggled up closer to him, he kissed you softly, “You did so good kitten, I think you deserve a small reward.” he smiled at you deviously.

“Does that mean..?” you asked, your voice hoarse from the pounding your throat took.

“Don’t get too excited, I haven’t told you what your reward is.” you whined slightly, “Are you gonna complain?” he asked with a warning tone to his voice, you shook your head quickly, desperate to keep your reward no matter how small it would be. “Good girl.” he reached down and wrapped his hand around his dick, stroking himself to full hardness again, “Come on, kitten, pants off.” You scrambled to slip your pants and underwear off in one go, as soon as you were ready he put his hands on your hips, guiding you over to straddle him. He reached a hand down and slipped a finger into you, moving slowly, adding a second one when you started to whine for more. He fingered you teasingly for a little bit, you were already a mess in his arms, the fact that he hadn’t let you have an orgasm for so long leading you to get more worked up than normal. Finally he decided you were ready and removed his fingers, he held them up to your face and you eagerly take his fingers into your mouth. You sucked his fingers clean, swirling your tongue around them enthusiastically, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, “Ready, kitten?” he asked. You nodded and he reached down to line himself up with your entrance, using the hand that was still resting on your hip, he guided you down slowly, helping you sink down on his cock. You moaned at the feeling, the stretch was on the verge of being too much but you were too excited to care. Once he was fully seated in you he brought his other hand back to your hips, tightening his grip to keep you from moving. The longer he kept you from moving, the closer you got to realizing what his idea was. He moved his hands up your sides and around your back, pulling you into his chest, “This is your reward, kitten, relax and enjoy it.”

You let out a high pitched whine, “Please, Bri, please.” you begged after realizing that his plan was cockwarming.

“Please what?”

“Please move, I can’t-”

“Are you not happy with your reward?”

“N-no, I-I am, I just-”

“You don’t sound very happy.”

You let out another whine, “I’m sorry I just… please.”

“Don’t be ungrateful.” he said, the warning tone creeping back into his voice. You sighed, not wanting to upset him further you opted to snuggle up to him, burying your face in his neck, trying to keep yourself from thinking about how good it felt to have him inside of you. “That’s more like it.” he said, he began to rub your back in soothing circles, the action effectively calming you down slightly. Using his other hand he grabbed a blanket off of the back of the couch and wrapped it around the both of you. The warmth of the blanket and his soothing actions began to lull you to sleep. You knew that when you woke up, the ache between your legs would be unbearable but with the way he was holding you and comforting you, you understood that he truly did mean it to be a reward.

#kinktober #kinktober 2019 #day6 smut #day6 young k smut #young k smut #kang younghyun smut #brian kang smut #younghyun smut #young k x reader #kpop smut #young k oneshot #kpop oneshot #day6 oneshot #k.yh

[taeminuet]

Kinktober/Coven!au Info

As most of you guys know, my and @eorumverba’s Kinktober starts today and will be posted v soon.

All of Kinktober will be taking place in our coven!au -- for more information, please see the coven-au tags here: http://taeminuet.tumblr.com/tagged/coven-au and http://eorumverba.tumblr.com/tagged/coven-au

For a better breakdown of the coven au, i’ve attached a readmore of basic information~ Otherwise, if you have questions about coven!au, Bri and I are always !!! about answering fic questions and you can ask here for Bri, or here for me~~

In the meantime, here’s some information:

Jinki -

Magic: Emotion -- can put out and manipulate emotion through touch or proximity.

Job: Masseuse

* Defacto leader of the coven.

Jonghyun -

Magic: Sleep/wish -- can grant people’s wishes/desires with the power generated by their sleep/dreams. Also bottles that sleep and can consume it for himself to stay away for long periods of time; not as effective as actual sleep.

Job: Composer/Radio Host (similar to Blue Night)

Key -

Magic: Potions -- can create and mix potions using magically imbued ingredients. Does this in the form of teas/lotions/perfumes, etc.

Job: Sells potions online under the guise of an etsy shop.

Minho -

Magic: Seer -- has visions of the most probable future.

Job: Runs a pretty traditional “fortune-telling” shop

Taemin -

Magic: Nature -- can grow and manipulate plants; can also shapeshift into a cat.

Job: Runs a plant shop with Jongin

* Has a familiar, Jongin.

Jongin -

Magic: Familiar -- an extension of Taemin’s magic; can shapeshift between dog and human forms.

Job: Runs a plant shop with Taemin.

#Kinktober #coven au #notes #information #reference

[lemonpeter]

Day 19 - Consensual Non-Consent (Bucky/Peter)

I hope everyone enjoys 🧡

Warnings: consensual non-consent, spitting, degrading language, public sex, oral sex, Its mentioned multiple times that it is indeed consensual

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Peter heard steps behind him and both his breathing and his walking pace quickened. He knew he was close to home. Almost there. Then he would be safe.

Except the steps got closer.

And closer.

And when he glanced back he could tell that the person following him was definitely bigger than him.

He was in trouble. Serious trouble.

He gripped his keys tighter, inhaling sharply when he began to see the shadow of someone walking next to him. No. No, he couldn’t let anything happen.

Then there was a cold, inorganic hand gripping the back of his neck and pulling him into the alley directly next to where he had been walking. It was dark. Hidden away completely from the street. And it was too late for anyone to hear or see him anyways.

He was trapped.

The figure turned him around and pressed him to the wall, keeping him in place with the same cool metal that had grabbed him in the first place.

His attacker was larger than him in every way; the man was tall and seemed like pure muscle underneath the thin clothing he was wearing.

Peter shivered, looking up at him.

His face was mostly covered with long hair and shadowed by a baseball cap that he kept low.

“Why’s a pretty thing like you out walking alone?” The attacker mumbled, free hand pushing up his cap slightly so that Peter could see his face.

Peter couldn’t help but smile slightly at the sight of his boyfriend, but quickly dropped the expression as best he could. He didn’t need to be smiling during the scene. He was supposed to be scared.

“I was just going home from work,” Peter whispered, voice trembling just slightly. “Please, let me go, I need to go home-“

Bucky cut him off with a click of his tongue, shaking his head. “Oh, no, sweetheart. You aren’t going anywhere until I get what I want.” He grinned wickedly, staring at the younger man.

Peter melted against the wall he was pressed against, going boneless at the words and the possessive look in Bucky’s eyes. Maybe it was wrong to want something so terrible. But he so badly wanted to be used. And he wanted to fight. “No, sir, I can’t!”

“And why not? Got a little boyfriend waiting on you back home? I’m sure he won’t mind his slut sucking someone else off for once. You’ll be fine.” He grinned again, eyes flashing with something dangerous.

“No, I can’t, I’m not- please, stop,” Peter choked out, feeling Bucky’s flesh hand press against his stomach before beginning to undo his jeans.

Bucky huffed, getting the zipper down with ease. “You can.” He said firmly. “And you will.” He palmed at Peter’s clearly hard cock through the opening in his undone jeans and he chuckled. “I knew you’d like this.”

The younger man whined, trying to pull back and get away from Bucky.

If he really wanted to get away, he only would have needed a little bit of his strength. But he just wanted to fight a little, he didn’t want to actually get away. He wanted to be taken.

Bucky held him tightly with the metal hand, roughly pulling him back and keeping him in place. “I don’t think so, doll. You’re just going to make this harder for yourself.”

Peter whimpered, staring up at him. He felt a metal finger working to pull his lips apart and he tried hard to keep his lips pressed together but Bucky was stronger.

The older man’s thumb slid easily between Peter’s lips, using the leverage to roughly pull his bottom jaw down. There. Then he couldn’t close his mouth again.

Bucky smirked, looking at the young man. He looked terrified, but beneath that he looked incredibly turned on. He leaned in closer, almost seeming like he was going to kiss Peter, even with the odd position he was holding the man’s jaw in.

Then he spit directly on Peter’s tongue.

The action caused his eyes to go wide and he moaned, hips bucking weakly into the open air.

“Fuckin’ slut,” Bucky mumbled fondly, letting go of his jaw and moving the hand back to Peter’s neck. “Swallow.”

And swallow Peter did. He tried to make it seem reluctant, like he was repulsed by what his ‘attacker’ was doing to him. But his leaking cock made it hard to seem turned off.

Bucky grinned, blue eyes seeming cold in the pale moonlight that illuminated his face. “Good boy.”

The words were praise, but they were laced with a venomous tone and condescension.

Peter shivered, looking up at him with wide eyes. There were tears brimming, threatening to spill over. He wasn’t sure if they were from the intensity of the scene or how frustratingly horny he was.

Probably both.

“Now get on your knees,” Bucky ordered him. He started shoving him down without warning, not really waiting for a response. He knew he would have to be forceful anyways.

“No!” Peter shouted, tears slipping down his cheeks. “I can’t. I won’t.”

“You can. And you will.” Using very little actual force, Bucky pushed Peter onto his knees.

The sharp pebbles on the ground made the young man wince, his pants doing very little to actually protect his knees. But he knew the residual pain would just remind him of the encounter. And he was okay with that.

He whined again from his place on the ground, thrashing around and trying to cause Bucky’s grip to loosen.

It didn’t.

The harsh sound of a zipper quickly being pulled down heated Peter’s blood all over again, making his clothed cock throb. Time for the main event.

Bucky pushed his pants down without much thought, boxers following them until he was completely uncovered.

His thick, beautifully cut cock unceremoniously was brought out, nearly coming into contact with Peter’s cheek as it bowed under its own weight.

The younger man was definitely drooling, unable to help himself as he stared at it. “No, don’t make me, I’ve never done anything like that,” he whimpered.

But his open mouth only gave Bucky the opportunity that he needed.

He guided his cock to the young man’s lips, pushing in as soon as he took a breathing break from his words.

Peter quickly tried to pull away, but made sure to keep his teeth tucked behind his lips. They didn’t need accidental injury during the scene.

Bucky gripped the back of his boyfriend’s head, keeping him in a place that he wouldn’t be able to pull away. He could only take everything that Bucky wanted him to take.

He was crying again, face wet with streaked tears and drool escaping the sides of his mouth as it was shoved full of cock.

The sight made Bucky moan and force his cock further until he had bottomed out, heavy balls resting against Peter’s chin. “I knew you could do it. Fuck, doll, don’t gag,” he chided as he felt Peter’s throat spasm around him.

The other man was doing his best not to choke, breathing through his nose as he swallowed hard around the intrusion. Then he began weakly sucking, tongue massaging what spots he could reach.

Even acting like he wanted to resist, he was going to blow his boyfriend just how he liked. He couldn’t help himself.

Bucky moaned, hips quickly thrusting as he fucked the man’s mouth. “That’s it, taking it like a fuckin’ champ. You’re a pro at this, you know that? God, I can’t believe you wanted to act like I was doing’ somethin’ wrong. You obviously love this,” he babbled, hand keeping a tight grip on Peter’s hair.

Peter felt the cock give a hard twitch and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer. He closed his eyes, still crying as his throat was fucked raw.

But even with the tears, he had one hand on himself, jerking himself off weakly through his boxers. He was likely to cum even before Bucky and the other man was obviously only minutes away. Maybe less.

The first spurt of salty, bitter cum almost took him by surprise. He choked again, only causing Bucky to moan louder and thrust harder.

“That’s it, doll...you’d better swallow it all. Don’t waste any,” he breathed, hips giving a few weak jerks as he rode out his high.

Peter gave a weak moan around his cock, swallowing what he could before he simply froze as his own orgasm tore through him. His hips bucked, trying to get the necessary friction as he finished.

They both took a minute to calm down, riding out their highs and settling back down.

Bucky’s softening cock slipped from between Peter’s lips and he tucked himself away again, fixing his boxers and pants like nothing happened.

Peter seemed fairly out of it, eyes unfocused as he slowly took in the feeling of tacky cum drying against his underwear and skin. Not the most pleasant feeling, but it helped ground him.

He slowly looked up to Bucky, hands reaching up.

Bucky laughed softly, slowly helping him up and kissing her forehead gently. “You’re a mess,” he whispered, slowly doing Peter’s pants up. “We’ll clean you up once we get home. You ready?”

Peter nodded, smiling softly.

Yeah. They had to do that again.

#peter parker #bucky barnes x peter parker #bucky barnes #winterspider #nff winterspider #peter x bucky #bri does kinktober #kinktober with bri #kinktober 2020 #nff #my writing #cnc tw #tw con noncon

[lemonpeter]

Day 6 - Dry Humping (Peter/Tony)

Sorry this one is getting out a bit late today! As I mentioned with my post yesterday, I decided to totally restart this one because I wasn’t satisfied with it at first. So I had to finish it. Now....I hope you enjoy 🧡

Warnings: age difference, college aged Peter, Tony calling Peter ‘kid’, dry humping, sort of power bottom!Tony, very nff but do I need to say that it’s kinktober

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God, Tony Stark’s ass.

Peter knew fully well that he was supposed to be focusing on other things. Like his homework he had come to the lab for. Or his suit, which had quickly become Mr. Stark’s priority. Or maybe he could focus on the fact that it was wildly inappropriate for him to be nearly drooling over his mentor’s ass.

But he couldn’t focus on anything other than how absolutely perfect it was.

Framed perfectly by tight jeans, every curve shown off through the thick material, Peter couldn’t help but stare.

He was lucky that he didn’t get caught. Every time Mr. Stark started looking his way, he looked to something else.

He couldn’t get caught. That would be beyond embarrassing. And he would probably be kicked out of the lab forever. Tony would never let him come back. So he kept his thirsty thoughts and wandering eyes to where he wouldn’t be noticed. It was safer that way.

———

Tony noticed. Of course he did. Peter wasn’t sly. He wasn’t careful. Tony could feel the younger man’s eyes on him.

He knew the kid was watching him. And kept eyeing his backside. Was he bothered? Absolutely not.

And he decided to have a bit of fun with him, even.

He sort of arched his back, ass popping out more than it already did. Then he leaned down against the table where he was working on Peter’s suit. His elbows were braced against the table, leaving him in a stretched out position.

He bit his lip to keep from grinning at the soft noise he heard come from Peter. A person didn’t need heightened senses or superpowers to figure out that the kid was turned on.

“Peter,” he said suddenly. “So, how’s school going? Do I sound old? All I know to ask you about is school.” He hummed, ignoring that Peter hadn’t answered at all. “Maybe not school. I’m sure you’re doing great at that...don’t even make me say it.”

Peter cracked a small smile even though his cheeks were flaming red with the sudden conversation that tore him from his thoughts. “It’s just ESU, Mr. Stark. You can say it. It’s just three letters. Like MIT.”

“Don’t even dare to compare the two,” Tony said dramatically. “But yes. That. Im sure you’re doing great.” He stretched out more, pretending to stretch his back. “Sorry. Getting older is hard, kid, I feel like my back is always tense.” He grinned. “You ever get that problem?”

The younger man shook his head a little. “No, sir. I don’t. Unless I just got done with a twelve hour patrol or something. And I don’t do that much.”

Tony hummed. “Unfair. But I guess it makes sense.” He sat up suddenly. “Actually, would you mind rubbing my back real quick? Take some pity on an old man. I’ve been leaning over this table for forever and it’s hell on my spine.”

Peter blinked quickly, looking at him. His brain couldn’t seem to keep up, not taking in anything he was just asked. But that could have been due to how much Mr. Stark had said in such a short amount of time. “Sir?”

“A backrub, Parker. Please. It seems like fair payment for working on your suit, which is why my back hurts.”

“I thought you said your back hurts because you’re old,” Peter mumbled playfully, moving behind his mentor slowly.

Tony laughed. “Oh hush. That’s the one time you decide to listen to me? Step to it, underoos, we need to keep working on this suit so you can go home soon. But I’m not lifting another finger until-“

Peter moved his hands to Tony’s shoulders shyly, cheeks flushed.

“That’s a little high, kid. Unless you need a lesson in basic human anatomy, I think you know where a back is.”

Peter did know anatomy. Which was the issue. Because the back is very very close to the plump flesh that he had been eyeing for the better part of two hours. But his hands slowly dropped, resting on Tony’s back.

“Good.” Tony had been mildly worried that he misread the whole situation. Of course, he hadn’t. “Now, don’t be too gentle, okay? I can handle it. I like it rough.”

That phrase shot straight through Peter, blood quickly surging to his already half-hard dick. Fuck.

“O-okay,” he stuttered, thumbs gently moving to dig into the tight muscle.

Tony relaxed into the touch, smirking to himself when he was absolutely sure that Peter couldn’t see him. He groaned softly at a specific dig of the young man’s thumb into his back. He had meant to have a few well placed noises to get Peter’s attention, maybe get him thinking a little more, but that one had been completely unintentional.

Peter froze at the noise, biting his lip. “Everything okay?” He asked timidly, trying to press his legs together where he was standing. He was so hard, balls thrumming in time with his heartbeat. Some sort of friction or relief was needed. Of course, he couldn’t get much without touching himself and there was no way that he could do that yet.

“All good, Pete,” Tony breathed, pressing back into the touch more. “Don’t worry. That was nice. Keep going.”

The young man nodded slowly, sucking his bottom lip under his teeth and chewing it as he tried to focus. What they were doing was completely innocent. He was thinking wrong and needed to get his mind out of the gutter.

Then Tony was making more noise, the sound that left him barely something other than an outright moan.

Peter shivered, his entire body trembling for a second. He didn’t even realize how he began gravitating closer to Tony again. His hips were only a couple inches from his mentor, the soft swell of his bulge at the front of his jeans almost touching the very place he had been fantasizing about.

And Tony was running low on patience. But wasn’t he always? He arched his back again, leaning back against the table. Which pushed his ass right against the hard-on of the man behind him.

Peter had to quickly bite back a groan at the contact, hands pulling away like Tony had burned him. “I-I’m sorry, Mr. Stark,” he stuttered, face burning. He slowly pulled away. “I’ll leave. I’m sorry. You were just wanting me to do this innocent thing and-“

“Hold it right there, Parker,” Tony said lazily, hips swaying slightly. “I’ve known exactly what was going on the entire time. I’ve got a hold on this situation.” He paused for nothing more than the drama. “And I want this.”

There was silence for a moment, which was a real feat given the two people in the room.

Then Peter cleared his throat, slowly moving into the position he had been in before. But he placed his hands on Tony’s hips instead. “So this is okay?”

Tony pressed back a little, smirking when he felt the obvious bulge against him. “Get those jeans out of the way and it will be. And actually-“

He stood up straight one more time, undoing his own and pushing them down to his thighs. The action left him in tight briefs that showcased his assets even better than the pants had. “There. Much better.” He cupped his own cock through the front of the thin fabric, humming in a satisfied way before bending over again. “Now I’m ready.”

Peter stared at him, brain seemingly short circuiting. “You...huh?”

“Peter Parker you’ve been staring at me the entire time we’ve been here. And I’ve caught it before too. Usually I’d question your judgement, but I’m too worked up now to do anything but let you faux fuck me into this table. Got it?”

“Got it,” he said meekly, blush still burning from his ears to his chest. But it was a miracle he could manage the excess blood in his face at all with how hard he was. He awkwardly unbuttoned his jeans and kicked them off quickly, erection straining against his loose boxers.

Tony wiggled a little, trying to be enticing. He grinned when he felt strong hands on his hips again and a huge cock against his ass. “That’s it. Now have at it, honey.”

That was all the further encouragement Peter needed.

He started thrusting quickly, cock fitting perfectly between the cheeks of Tony’s ass even through the two layers of fabric. He groaned at the sight, fighting to keep himself from blowing his load right then.

The older man hummed, helpfully pressing back and grinding against the heavy length. “That’s it,” he praised gently. “I know you’ve been wanting this. I saw how you stared at me. Just couldn’t help your dirty feelings, could you, Pete? How long have you wanted this?”

Peter whined softly, not wanting to answer. Then he slowly started talking as he kept his hips moving at an even pace. “I-I’ve wanted this a long...long time. Too long. Since before I even knew you,” he admitted shyly, breathing hard.

He was embarrassingly close already, balls drawing up tightly as he kept moving and thought about how he was finally getting something - someone - he’d wanted for so long.

Tony hummed, pleased. “I know, baby. You just couldn’t help yourself. Have you touched yourself? Thinking about me?” His tone was teasing, but he obviously wanted an answer.

“Every time,” Peter choked out.

Tony moaned at that, rewarding the answer with a hard grind back. “You’re perfect...such a good boy. Aren’t you, Peter, you want to be my good boy?”

Peter whined softly, the previously swift and even movement of his hips getting rough and choppy. “Wanna be your good boy,” he answered obediently. His cock twitched at the admission, due to how hot he found the words and how close he was to his end.

“I know you do,” his mentor cooed, rubbing against the younger man in a way that made his toes curl with pleasure. Tony knew that he wouldn’t be able to get off from the action, but he was okay with just making Peter cum. That was all he needed for the moment.

Then he got an idea. “Take out your cock, kid.”

Peter moaned loudly. He couldn’t tell if it was because of the command or the highly inappropriate nickname for the occasion. “W-why?”

“I want you to cum on my ass,” Tony stated like it was a well known fact. “So do what I said, Peter. I know you want to.”

Peter nodded quickly, halting his movement to push his boxers down. Then he took his cock in one hand, free hand moving from its place on Tony’s hip to gently cup his balls. He whimpered softly, hips thrusting to fuck into his fist.

“Now cum, Peter,” Tony ordered. He didn’t know that it would work, he told himself that he wouldn’t be disappointed if it didn’t. It wasn’t like they had trained or anything for the young man to be able to finish on command.

But of course, as absolutely perfect as he was, he did.

His cock twitched almost violently in his hand just before his orgasm hit. The first spurt of his cum shot straight onto Tony’s back and he realized in the midst of his high that some more aim was needed. So he aimed himself better, slowly stroking himself through the high as more of the warm cum spurted onto the desired area, soaking Tony’s briefs and making them nearly translucent as they clung to his skin.

Once he rode out the high Peter slowly took his hands off of himself, panting quietly. He looked over the sight of his mentor, biting his lip. “Woah...”

“You’re like a fucking firehose,” Tony mumbled, turning to try and look. “I couldn’t see it unfortunately, but I could feel....jesus, you made a mess of me.” He grinned, looking at the other man. “I wish I could have watched. But you did so good,” he praised again, standing up straight and turning to face him.

Peter watched him, shyly pulling his boxers back up to hide his softening cock. “I did?”

“So good. So good that...” Tony hummed, tapping a finger to his chin. “You’re free tomorrow, right?”

“Tomorrow is Saturday, sir. So yes.”

“Perfect!” He clapped his hands together, ignoring the way that the wet fabric clinging to him was started to bother him. “You’ll come over tomorrow. Because I need more of this. And as good as it was, it wasn’t quite...” he gestured to the remaining tent in his underwear. “Fulfilling for both of us, hmm?”

“Who...who said we had to wait ‘til tomorrow?” Peter offered suddenly, eyes not leaving the bulge.

Tony chuckled, watching him. “Oh, I think I like where your mind is going. Better just spend the night tonight. Let’s claim it’s for research purposes.”

“Research purposes.”

It was going to be a long night.

#bri speaks #starker #peter parker #tony stark #tony x peter #peter parker x tony stark #nff starker #nff #bri does kinktober #kinktober with bri #kinktober 2020

[lemonpeter]

Day 20 - Caught Masturbating (Peter/Tony)

I’m sorry this is late, it’s been a weird day. But I hope everyone enjoys 🧡 might add a second part to this later if people are interested

Warnings: Peter’s age isn’t mentioned but he’s 17, mutual pining/lust, masturbation, getting caught

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Peter definitely had a problem with touching himself.

Like, he figured that any teenage boy did. It was just a thing. They discovered what an orgasm was and they never stopped touching themselves.

Except that since the bite, his sensitivity was even higher than normal.

At first he wasn’t sure how to deal, barely able to keep from rubbing one out every hour.

Then he eventually began to cope, figuring out how often he needed it and how long he could go without. Everything was all good. He knew what to do.

Except all of that went out the widow with Mr. Stark.

Tony Stark had been a main focus in Peter questioning his sexuality since he discovered what that even meant. The first time Peter had cum had been to a poster of Iron Man he had.

And meeting him at the impressionable age of fifteen? Peter was ruined for absolutely anyone else. It was like his dick had a trigger switch that was turned on if Mr. Stark was in a fifteen foot radius. Anything he had done to keep himself under control before was useless when it came to the older man.

Which was especially an issue when they started doing missions together. Or spent time in Mr. Stark’s lab or garage together.

Bye bye loose track pants, Peter always did his best to wear bottoms that wouldn’t show his embarrassing hard ons. Although sometimes it was still a struggle. Like in his skintight suit.

But if Mr. Stark ever noticed, luckily he never said anything.

Just being around the man drove him crazy. When his thoughts wandered...that was really where the problem came in.

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If just being in close proximity drove Peter’s hormones insane, having Mr. Stark actually touch him made him nearly combust. Take that how you wish.

They’d been working on the suit for nearly two hours and Tony had wanted Peter in it to make sure everything still fit right and he didn’t mess up any of the aerodynamics.

At least that was what he said. He really just liked the kid in the suit. But he’d never admit to it. That was wrong.

Tony’s hands kept touching him as he worked, light brushing against his chest and back and shoulders.

It didn’t matter that there was fabric between them, his skin still sung at the almost-contact.

Eventually he ended up half naked, suit loose around his arms and torso as they figured out how to tweak one webshooter.

Again, that was what Peter believed, anyways.

Tony knew there was nothing wrong. He just couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t wrong to indulge himself if it was only looking, right? And he was helping the kid, that made it okay.

Until he started noticing the swelling bulge at Peter’s crotch.

He needed to give the kid some time to cool down. So he’d step out for a couple minutes and act like he hadn’t noticed anything. For the good of Peter, of course.

“I’ll be right back, underoos, don’t worry. Give me just a minute.” Tony walked out of the room, holding his phone like he was going to make a call.

Making sure he really was out of the room, Peter quickly shoved the bottom half of his suit aside and wrapped a hand around his cock. He still had boxers on, but they weren’t thick enough to prevent much of the feeling from getting to him.

A soft groan left him and he bit down on his bottom lip to keep most of the sound quiet. He didn’t need to alert anyone that walked by.

But he quickly started stroking himself, pushing his boxers down after a couple of minutes when he was absolutely sure that he was alone.

He needed to finish quickly, before Mr. Stark came back. There weren’t any slow movements or teasing. There wasn’t time for that. He just needed to cum.

And it definitely wouldn’t take long.

He could just remember the smell of Mr. Stark’s cologne, or the way the man’s hand felt on his shoulder.

His eyes slipped shut and he thumbed over the head of his cock, moaning at the extra sensitivity that brought him.

It was almost there, he could almost feel the crest of the wave as his high built and built-

And then there was someone clearing their throat.

His eyes flew open and frantically looked in the direction of the voice. Every part of him seemed to flash heat as his eyes landed on Mr. Stark.

“Oh god, no, Mr. Stark, I swear-“ his mouth couldn’t keep up with the excuses and apologies that his brain kept coming up with.

He gathered enough brainpower to slowly tuck away his still-throbbing cock. At least give himself some sort of dignity.

Although he wasn’t sure there was really much to save after that.

“Peter,” Tony said slowly. He had given him a couple of minutes and he thought Peter had finished when there had been a moment of silence. Obviously his assumption had been incorrect.

Peter was focused on his words. Or- word.

Oh god. No nickname. No nothing. Just Peter. Just his name and nothing else. That never happened.

“...yes?” He squeaked, resisting the urge to hide his face in his hands.

Tony just looked at him for a moment, fighting the urge to smile at how he blushed all the way to his chest. But he couldn’t smile. He needed to be serious. Although he was no good at that.

“You were doing that...why? I only had to step out for a couple minutes, we have a bathroom you could have gone to.” He sounded a bit exasperated, but it was mostly to cover up how turned on he was. That part didn’t need to be heard. It was highly inappropriate. He couldn’t let the teen know that he had been listening. He knew it was going to happen.

Peter whined softly, not looking at him. “Because...” because why? Going to the bathroom would have made much more sense. And he wouldn’t have gotten caught.

Maybe that was what he wanted. But there was no way that he was saying that.

“I don’t know,” he whispered, unable to make his voice any louder.

Tony nodded slowly, raking a hand through his hair. “Okay. Okay. Take the suit off, okay?”

More fear swept through Peter. “Wh-what?” He was going to get the suit taken. He just knew it. He had been caught in his disgusting desires and he had been careless and he was going to have the suit taken.

He was quickly spiraling in his own thoughts, keeping the suit pulled up on his lower half.

Tony watched him, expression softening as he noticed how he seemed to be panicking. “Hey hey. No. I’m not taking it from you, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m just not in the mood to clean a multimillion dollar suit. I was gonna step out again and let you finish.” And keep listening for those beautiful noises.

It wasn’t wrong if he just listened, right?

Peter slowly looked up at him, blinking slowly. “You’re not taking the suit,” he said softly.

“Correct. You want me to step out now or-“

“No.”

He definitely answered that too fast. That was weird. That was definitely weird.

“I mean-“ he started backtracking. “You don’t have to leave. I’m...beyond mortified now and don’t think there’s even a chance I’ll be able to...yknow.” He cleared his throat, looking away as he started getting his suit on completely again.

Tony nodded slowly, watching him. He could definitely still make out a sizeable bulge in the front of the suit, but he wouldn’t mention it. It would have been wrong for him to mention it. He didn’t even need to seem like he was paying attention. It was better to just not say. “Alright. Well, just let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.”

Neither of them said anything for a moment after that.

Peter was waiting for him to correct the statement. To take it back and clarify what he meant.

Tony just looked at his phone quickly before shrugging. “Want to get back to work?”

“Actually....” don’t do it Parker, no, you’re going to look stupid if he didn’t mean it. “Maybe I could use some help,” he said shyly.

A slight smirk tugged at Tony’s lips and he nodded. “Just tell me what you need.”

Tony was a bad, bad man.

And Peter was finally starting to see that.

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #tony x peter #peter parker x tony stark #my writing #bri does kinktober #kinktober with bri #kinktober 2020 #nff #starker nff #I think that’s all the tags #I’m so tired y’all #it’s been such a weird day #so that’s why this is late #I’m sorry #I just couldn’t focus this morning #and I felt weirdly emotionally sensitive #more than usual I mean lol #it’s just been weird

[lemonpeter]

Day 30 - Power Bottom (Peter/Tony)

Decided to make this one a continuation of day 6! So you don’t need to read that one first, but you might like to 😉 I hope everyone enjoys 🧡

Warnings: power bottom Tony, college aged Peter, mild cum eating (just a sentence or two at the end)

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Neither of them wanted to wait long, patience be damned. Tony was still hard and Peter was still riding the high of the situation. There was no point in even pretending that they wanted to wait.

Peter shot a quick text to his roommate, just to let him know that he wouldn’t be home that night. Claimed it was because they were on the edge of a breakthrough with something.

Not entirely a lie.

Tony waited until Peter’s phone was back in his bag before he pressed him to the wall, kissing him hard. “Upstairs. Now,” he whispered. Then he smirked. “Unless you’d just want to do it down here,” he said cooly.

Peter shivered, both at the words and the tone of the older man’s voice. “I think...uh...” he swallowed hard as he thought about both situations.

Upstairs, he could have Tony in his bed. It was more romantic in his mind, it was intimate, it was...well, normal. What he expected from a first time with someone.

But staying in the lab had promise. They spent so much time together there, it seemed more personal to their relationship. And something about it just felt that much dirtier, even given what they’d just done.

Tony watched the younger man as he thought, chuckling. “Which one of those is getting you all excited again?” He gestured to where Peter’s cock had started to swell and rise again. “Doesn’t take you long, huh. That’s really good to know.”

Peter blushed, hands dropping like he wanted to cover himself. “I was...I was thinking about doing it here. Because then when we meet here again we’ll remember....”

“Good choice,” Tony murmured, leaning in and kissing him again. His hands slid over the man’s hips and to his waist, pushing his shirt up. His fingers dipped between the muscles of his abdomen and he made a pleased sound. “God, I don’t get why you still hide these. You’re a masterpiece, honey.”

Peter’s cheeks burned under the praising words, biting his lip.

The older man pulled away just enough to grab onto his own tank top and pull it off, tossing it away. He didn’t care where it went. Just wanted it off. “There we go. Now you.” He watched him expectantly.

Slowly Peter pulled his shirt off, dropping it to the floor. He didn’t once break the eye contact with Tony.

“Good boy.” The man grinned, moving back to him and cupping the back of his head with one hand as he pulled him in for another kiss.

The younger man was clearly not the most experienced, but he seemed to be a quick learner. He gently bit Tony’s lip, shivering at the groan that it pulled from him.

Most of their kisses were passionate, full of fire. But then there were the soft kisses in between the firey ones. The quick, gentle kisses that were barely more than a brush of lips.

Peter felt Tony’s hard cock against his stomach, neglected from their previous activities. He had to take care of that. He wanted to make things equal.

So he slowly snuck a hand between them, wrapping his slim fingers around him.

Tony grunted against his lips, slowly breaking the kiss. “Kid, no offense, but I’m not looking for some half assed handjob right now. I was thinking we could get right to the main event.”

Peter’s cheeks flushed, burning crimson as he slowly pulled his hand away. “Yes. Right. Yeah, sorry, just...yeah.”

The older man slowly pulled away, stretching. Then he walked to a drawer and grabbed a bottle of lube that he tossed to Peter.

“Do you want me to....” he trailed off, looking at the bottle. He wasn’t sure what role Tony wanted him to play. And he wasn’t so sure about having anything inside of him.

Tony hummed. “You can prep me if you want. If you don’t want to, toss it back here. Either way, get your ass over here.” He leaned over the desk, just like he had been before. When they first started messing around.

Peter bit his lip, nodding quickly. He could definitely do that. He relaxed, moving over to the other man.

There was still drying cum on his skin, and Peter blushed as he remembered how it got there. That was all him. And-

“Wait, do you have a condom or anything? Just to grab it now so that we don’t have to in a minute.”

“You’re clean, right?” Tony asked in response, turning to look at the other man without moving from where he was bent over.

“....yeah.”

Tony faced forward again. “So no condom. I want to feel you filling me up, call it a fantasy of mine.”

Peter almost outright moaned at that, cock giving a twitch. Okay. He definitely needed to get Tony prepped so that they could start.

He slowly got some of the lube on a couple of his fingers, a bit too much as it dripped onto the floor. Oops.

Then he slowly moved one hand to Tony’s ass, biting his lip as he spread the cheeks apart so he could pour some more of the slick onto his hole.

Tony shivered slightly, but managed to keep mostly still. “Make sure there’s enough. I haven’t done this in a while with an actual person, so I’m a bit...” he sniffed, trying to think of the right words. “Well, I’ll probably have some trouble walking tomorrow, let’s just say that. So make sure you’ve got enough and you do this properly. Make things easier on us both.”

“Yes, sir,” Peter said obediently, first finger slowly pressing against Tony’s hole.

The muscle was tight and Peter knew that there would need to be a lot of prep to make sure that he didn’t hurt the man. So he made sure to do everything thoroughly.

Once he was completely sure he was done with prep, Tony was panting and absolutely ready to be fucked.

“Kid, if you don’t get inside of me right the fuck now, I’m gonna lose it,” he warned playfully, breathing hard. He clenched down around nothing, silently mourning the loss of Peter’s fingers inside of him. But he knew that something better was coming.

Peter laughed a little, slicking up his cock with extra lube as he listened. He wanted to be sure that there wouldn’t be any sort of pain for Tony, so he was extra careful. “I’ll be there in just a second, sir....”

He watched how the older man’s hole - now stretched and loose - fluttered and clenched on nothing as he waited to be filled again. It was really just so hot and he couldn’t wait to feel it around his cock. He got behind him slowly and gently rubbed his cockhead against the loose hole.

“Are you ready?” Peter asked, almost sounding shy.

“God, Peter, yes I am ready. I’ve been ready. Please just stick your fucking cock in me.”

The words were bordering on hostile, but Tony’s tone was so desperate that Peter didn’t exactly feel threatened by it.

But he slowly started sinking in, both moaning at the feeling.

Tony was impatient, instantly trying to press his hips back for more. He was so hard that he was aching and he didn’t want to wait long to cum. Even if he knew that Peter wouldn’t last long.

Peter was completely still, weakly holding onto Tony’s hips. The feeling of the warm and slick muscles right around him was almost too much and he really had to concentrate not to cum instantly. And having Tony trying to fuck back into him wasn’t helping.

“Wait, wait,” he breathed, biting his lip.

Tony glanced back to him, wrapping a hand around his own cock and stroking slowly. “Peter, I know you’re not gonna last long. It’s okay. Just make me cum and I’ll forgive you,” he teased.

Peter nodded weakly, moving to replace Tony’s hand on his cock with his own. Then he slowly began stroking, then moving his hips.

The fucking wasn’t exactly what Tony had been craving. The harsh, quick fuck that he usually imagined when he though about bottoming.

But Peter was sweet. And really just trying to make him feel good. So he couldn’t be too bothered by it.

And he did feel incredible, filled up by the thick cock and being able to fuck into Peter’s fist as well. It was all pretty wonderful.

Peter moaned, movement stuttering for a moment. But even as hard as he tried to hold himself back, he knew it was too late.

Tony chuckled, pressing back again. “I told you, it’a alri-“ he shut his eyes, groaning as he felt himself be filled up with the warm cum.

Peter’s hand on him faltered for the moment and he made a discontent noise.

“Hey, I know you feel good, but I still want to cum,” he mumbled, hips moving slowly.

The younger man seemed to come back to his senses to some capacity, nodding quickly. Then his hand began moving again, much faster than before. And that was Tony’s undoing.

The cock in his ass, the load he was filled with, and the quick motion he was getting on his cock all felt incredible, all at once. So it wasn’t long before he was crying out, head slumped forward as he came all over Peter’s hand and the floor.

“We’re...we’re gonna need to work on that stamina,” he murmured, brain still foggy with his high. “But not bad for the first time,” he complimented.

Peter blushed, slowly pulling his hand away. Then he shyly licked the cum off of his fingers when he knew that Tony couldn’t see him. “Thank you, sir,” he whispered. “We can work on it?” He said hopefully. “Like, this will happen again?”

“Absolutely it will. As long as you want it to,” Tony told him, relaxing against the desk. “But for now...you might need to carry me upstairs. Maybe we can try some other things tonight.” He yawned. “Although maybe just some sleep would be good.”

Peter laughed softly. “Okay, Mr. Stark. That sounds good to me.”

#starker #my writing #bri does kinktober #kinktober with bri #kinktober 2020 #peter parker #tony stark #tony x peter #peter parker x tony stark #we’re nearing the end #power bottom Tony

[lemonpeter]

Day 21 - Virginity Kink (Steve/Peter)

This felt kinda weird to me and I couldn’t figure out what it was, but I’m just in a weird mood so none of my writing is really cutting it for my brain right now lol I hope it’s still enjoyable 🧡

Warnings: virgin Steve Rogers, inexperienced Steve, not all the way in this fic, but there is a handjob, and making out, Peter’s age isn’t mentioned

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“So...what you’re telling me is that you’re a virgin?” Peter asked curiously.

Steve looked mildly uncomfortable at the question. Or maybe he was just embarrassed. “Well...I guess so.”

“And you want me to be the one you lose it to?”

“Correct,” Steve confirmed, cheeks still burning.

Peter grinned, obviously on board with the plan. He definitely liked the idea. Who else got to claim that they got to be the first fucked by Captain America? Absolutely no one.

“So when are you thinking? Like, today, another set day, do you just want it to happen naturally?” The younger man asked him, trying to conceal his excitement.

“Just...naturally. We can work up to that. But I trust you.”

And that just sealed the deal.

———

When Steve said they’d work up to it, he really meant it.

Peter discovered that he really wasn’t experienced at all.

So they spent weeks working up to it.

Started out with quick, chaste kisses when no one else was around. Steve didn’t want anyone else to know that he really didn’t know anything about being intimate with another person. So he made sure that they were always out of sight.

Then the gentle kisses slowly progressed with a slip of tongue once Steve was more comfortable.

That really seemed to spark something in him.

Because then he never wanted to stop. He always wanted to hide away with Peter or tried to pull him away from the group to make out.

And who was Peter to tell him no?

Once he got the hang of it, Steve was an incredible kisser. So Peter never had a problem with sneaking away to spend a couple minutes together.

But as much as he enjoyed it, Steve still didnt know where to go from there.

And Peter never pushed. He wanted to go at a comfortable pace for the soldier.

But being left hard and aching after particularly intense sessions was getting old.

So he tested the waters instead. A hand on Steve’s thigh that slowly snuck higher, a quick tweak of a nipple from over those thin shirts he wore.

The reactions he got were promising.

Maybe they really would be able to work their way up to all the way.

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“Queens,” Steve started, eyes filling with worry as they dropped to where Peter’s hand was on his upper thigh. “I don’t know...”

Peter sighed softly, but started pulling his hand away. “I know, I know. Sorry. Impatient.”

A larger hand grabbed his, awkwardly guiding it until it was pressed against the impressive bulge that the older man was sporting.

Peter raised an eyebrow, not pulling away. “This isn’t really agreeing with that you were saying. Brooklyn, we don’t need to rush into things if you don’t want to. It’s really alright.”

“I want to,” Steve told him. “I just- ah.” His cheeks flushed as he seemed to search for the correct words.

“Talk to me, it’s okay. I’m not gonna judge you.” The younger man watched him, fingers slowly starting to press down.

Steve whimpered, face bright red in a mixture of embarrassment and intense arousal. “Um. I’m okay if you want to do this. I want it. I just-“ he cleared his throat awkwardly. “I don’t want to make a mess.”

It took everything in him not to laugh. He couldn’t. The captain just looked so sincere in his concern, Peter couldn’t even bear to do more than a slight reassuring smile. “It’ll be alright. We can clean up easily enough, yeah?”

The small nod that Steve gave him didn’t seem too convinced, but the man seemed willing to go along with him anyways.

“What are you thinking? You just want to keep making out and I can use my hand on you? Or I could give you a real treat and use my mouth.” Peter grinned, fingers still massaging gently.

“I-I want to keep...kissing.” Steve still didn’t seem quite comfortable with the casual lingo. But he’d get the hang of it eventually. “And I think just your hand would be okay. It would be good. Please.”

Peter laughed softly, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Sure. Sounds good.”

Steve clearly felt better with that, relaxing against the couch again.

Peter shifted his position slightly, moving his butt onto the cushions more instead of the captains thighs. That way he was able to slowly unzip the older man’s pants and get his boxers down to see what he was working with.

And of course he had imagined what Captain America’s cock would look like. What male attracted person wouldn’t have? But his mental imagery didn’t even come close to the comparison of the real thing.

It wasn’t quite as long as he’d pictured (but hey, no living person could really compare to that), but it made up for that with the sheer girth. As he looked, he wasn’t really sure his hand could wrap all the way around. But it was absolutely beautiful, if you could consider a cock something of beauty.

Peter slowly tore his eyes away from it and looked at the man’s face again, smiling. “Okay. Wanna actually get undressed or do you just want to do it like this?”

Steve’s tongue darted out quickly and ran over his swollen bottom lip. “Just...just like this. I’ll just throw these clothes in the wash once we’re done.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Peter grinned.

He leaned in, one hand slowly wrapping around Steve’s cock. He started with slow strokes, determined to immediately start learning what the captain liked in terms of physical touches. His thumb slid over the head gently and he smirked at the loud gasp it rewarded.

There was already quite a bit of pre leaking, so it just helped ease the way of his hand.

Steve leaned down and kissed Peter hard, silencing a moan that nearly escaped. He didn’t want to be loud and alert anyone else. And he also didn’t want to be too loud and freak Peter out.

Peter smiled against his lips, biting down gently on the bottom one for a moment. Then his tongue slid past it, meeting Steve’s.

His hand kept stroking, gradually getting faster.

He knew that it wasn’t likely that Steve would last long at all, not being used to the touch and all. But he expected some sort of verbal warning, given how worried Steve seemed to be about everything else.

Instead he got a weak whimper as he broke the kiss and then cum suddenly hitting the bottom of his chin.

He was reasonably startled, looking to Steve. But the other man seemed completely blissed out, eyes shut and mouth wide open in pleasure.

So Peter just slowly stroked him through it, watching in fascination just how much Steve could cum. From the time he started counting there were eleven spurts and there was certainly an impressive volume.

Even when he thought the other man was finished, there was a weak twitch from his cock and a little bit more spunk dribbled out of the tip.

Steve’s chest was heaving with his breaths by the time he came down from his high and he looked between he and the other man.

Both of them were a bit of a mess, exactly what he had been worried about. But luckily Peter didn’t look upset. He seemed fairly excited, actually, and maybe a bit stunned.

“Oh my god. Brooklyn, that was incredible.” He laughed softly, slowly pulling his hand away and wiping it on Steve’s shirt. It would need to be changed anyways, so he figured there was no harm done. “Did it feel alright?”

“Felt amazing,” Steve told him, still working on evening out his breathing. “It’s never that good by myself. I’m sorry it, ah...didn’t last long.”

Peter laughed. “Are you kidding? As long as you felt good, I’m happy. That was...wow. You said you were worried about making a mess, you weren’t kidding...okay, I need a moment. That’s gonna be something I cum to for a long time,” he babbled, eyes still focused on the mess between them.

Steve smiled shyly, dropping his head back against the back of the couch and closing my eyes. “Well, I’d be glad to help you out?” He offered. “I think we’ve worked up that far. But...I might need to rest a couple minutes. That was intense.”

“If you think that was intense,” Peter told him. “I really can’t wait until we actually get to fuck.”

“Language,” the captain mumbled quickly, smirking. “Well, I’m sure we’ll...we’ll get there soon. And I’m sure it’ll be incredible.”

#peter parker #peter parker x steve rogers #virgin steve rogers #spidershield #steve rogers #peter x steve #spidershield nff #nff #bri does kinktober #kinktober with bri #kinktober 2020

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Day 4 - Breath Play (Bucky/Peter)

Warnings: choking, brat Peter, Peter’s age isn’t mentioned

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Peter was mouthy. Snarky. He couldn’t help it.

And his previous partners, no matter the gender, typically liked his quick wit and smart mouthed comments. It was cute. Sometimes it was hot.

Bucky didn’t quite think so.

See, the soldier had grown up with Steve Rogers. And in many ways Peter reminded him of Steve. Small stature with a big heart. A tendency to get into fights with people twice his size. And that damn snark that he couldn’t seem to let go of.

He had dealt with Steve’s mouth for years. And he had continuously tried to tame the brat. But it never quite worked how he wanted it to.

He was determined that it wouldn’t be the same for Peter.

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“Peter, can you come here, please?” Bucky requested, looking up from the book he was reading. The younger man was fiddling with his web shooters- something the entire team had agreed should be left as a lab activity- and kept mumbling under his breath.

Bucky figured there was no time like the present to start.

They had worked some dom and sub dynamics into their relationship and Bucky had even brought up various things he would like to try. And the fact that he didn’t like brats.

Peter seemed to take that as a challenge.

So he glanced up with a raised eyebrow, shrugging. “Can I?” He shot back, not moving from his spot.

Bucky gritted his teeth, eyes cold as he stared at the other man. “Peter. Come here. Now.”

The younger man giggled a little, but didn’t move, setting his tech down as he grabbed another tool to tweak something. “I don’t think so. I don’t really want to,” he said boldly. “Maybe you should come here.”

Closing his eyes and counting to ten, Bucky waited. He didn’t need to get angry. Even if he knew it was fairly planned out. They had talked about everything. He didn’t like brats, but Peter wanted to be one to get him riled up. What he hadn’t accounted for, however, was that bratty behavior didn’t turn Bucky on. It made him mad.

“Peter, if you don’t get your ass over here right now-“

“What? You’ll do what?” He challenged, cocky smirk on his lips as he watched the soldier.

Bucky watched him for a moment, not breaking their eye contact. Then he stood up slowly, the movement deliberate and his gaze predatory. “You do not want to test me.”

“Oh, I think I do,” Peter shot back, grinning. “You won’t do anything. You act all mad and tough when I act like this, but you won’t do anything. You’re soft. You couldn’t be a hard dom if you-“

His words were cut off by the cold metal hand suddenly wrapped around his throat.

“If I what? Sorry, I can’t hear you. Would you like to repeat that?” Bucky asked innocently, feeling Peter’s adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard. “Cat got your tongue, baby?”

Peter whined softly, one hand pulling at the metal one like he was trying to make it move. He easily could, but that wasn’t their game.

Bucky squeezed the sides of his neck gently, knowing that the pleasure came from the slight decrease in blood flow as well as the loss of oxygen. He wanted Peter to feel good, not pass out, so he kept it gentle. Even though he knew that his arm was capable of much more.

“Sir,” Peter barely managed to get out, cheeks flushed red. His eyes slipped shut as they rolled back, his tongue lolling out from the pleasure.

His skin was hot, warmed from his arousal. But the fingers wrapped around his throat were cold, ice leeching the warmth from his flushed skin.

Bucky watched him, raising an eyebrow. “Yes?”

He younger man whined at how indifferent he seemed, like it wasn’t contributing to the severe hard on he had at that moment.

He tried to take a gasping breath, unable to with the hand around his throat that didn’t have any give.

After a moment, Bucky let go. Peter went limp against the couch, whining softly as he breathed hard. “Maybe you can be harder than I thought,” he said meekly.

Bucky snorted, shaking his head. “You have no idea, sweetheart. You don’t stop being a brat with me, you’ll see just how hard I can get.”

#bri speaks #peter parker #bucky barnes x peter parker #bucky barnes #nff winterspider #winterspider #nff #tw choking #bri does kinktober #kinktober with bri #kinktober 2020 #my writing

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Day 27 - A/B/O (Peter/Tony)

I went totally overboard with this (2K+ words), I hope everyone enjoys! 🧡 I had a request a while back for omega Tony and alpha Peter, so here you go!

Warnings: intersex omega, genital language such as ‘pussy’ (regarding Tony, the omega), breeding kink, pregnancy talk (briefly), heat/rut cycles

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They both knew it was coming.

It was marked on their shared calender. They had discussed it more than once, making sure they knew what they were doing. They were prepared.

They really were going to spend a cycle together.

It had been pure luck that they had finally lined up, Peter’s rut and Tony’s heat hitting at almost the same time. So everything just seemed perfect that they finally spent one together.

Then the day finally came.

Tony’s preheat had already been a bit of a mess, being around an unmated alpha who was close to rut couldn’t have helped. So they were prepared for his heat to be worse than normal.

When the pain started first thing when he woke up, the idea was just confirmed to him.

But Peter was still asleep, so he’d have to do a couple things to distract himself. He knew that the alpha would need his sleep. They likely wouldn’t get much in the days to come.

So Tony got up, pulling a robe loosely around him and slowly crept to the kitchen. He just really wanted coffee. Not that he needed any help being awake.

The sharp, radiating pains in his abdomen caused him to grimace, but he pressed on. He was determined to get his coffee. And he could fix some for Peter, too.

As he poured his cup, humming happily, he felt his body heating up slowly.

He had already had a low fever previously, it almost always happened in the days leading up to his heat. But just in the couple moments, he was panting and pulling the robe away from his chest in a weak attempt to get some cool air to his sticky skin.

Iced coffee it was, there was no way he was consuming anything hot.

It didn’t take him long to fix his drink, then one for Peter. He made his way back to the room, still panting slightly.

And the alpha was still asleep. It seemed that he had not liked Tony’s absence and had taken to curling around a pillow instead.

Then Tony noticed the ever so slight rock of his hips into said pillow and he smirked.

He felt himself start to slick at the sight. Sitting on the bed again, he gently nudged Peter.

“Hey, alpha,” he cooed, grinning.

Peter was instantly awake at the calling of his presentation, pupils wide and dark. “Hi, omega,” he said sheepishly.

He took notice of the pillow between his legs, cheeks flushing and pushing it away.

“Apparently you needed a little help,” Tony commented, sipping his drink and holding out Peter’s to him. “I’ll be right on that. Just let me...finish...”

His brain fogged up for a moment and his thoughts were lost as Peter’s rut scent hit him for the first time. It was deep, richer than normal. All sharp smoke and rich dark chocolate. Usually the scent was lighter, like a campfire where s’mores were present. This was different. Darker.

Peter seemed lost in the same way, lips parted as he took a deep breath. “Omega, please,” he breathed, squirming as he sat up.

Tony eyed the tent in the alpha’s shorts, nearly drooling. He wanted that in him immediately, coffee be damned.

His submissive side, the side of him that only came out during heat, wanted to present and let the alpha do what he wished.

But the more commanding side still had a bit of control.

“Undress,” He told Peter cooly, setting the drinks on the nightstand.

The young alpha instantly complied, nearly tripping over himself as he kicked his shorts off and pulled his oversized tshirt over his head. That left him completely bare, showing off the fact that he hadn’t worn boxers to bed.

Tony looked over him, seeming like he was sizing him up. It wasn’t like it would be the first time they saw each other naked. It really wasn’t a big deal.

But he was dramatic, so everything had to be a big deal.

He felt more slick gush out of him, ruining the sheets surely, as his eyes dropped to the alpha’s cock. Standing proud, flushed red, and gorgeous. It was perfectly thick and long and he knew from personal experience how good it felt inside of him.

And there, barely visible yet at the base, was the star of the show. Peter’s knot.

A weak whine bled from Tony’s throat and he unconsciously started moving towards the younger man.

Peter watched him, still seeming a bit overwhelmed. But he relaxed, biology taking over as Tony and his delicious heat scent got closer.

It was like Tony could see when the instincts kicked in. And he wished he had a video of the exact moment because it just made him wetter.

The alpha practically jumped on Tony, pinning him to the bed with his strong thighs bracketing the older man’s. One hand worked furiously to undo the tie of the robe, quickly getting it off and thrown as far away as possible.

There. That was much better.

Tony’s face flushed lightly as he was completely undressed. It wasn’t that he was shy about his body, it was just that the look Peter was giving him was so much more intense than anything he’d seen on the young man before. It was hot.

One hand slid gently over the omega’s stomach, then dipped lower. The alpha gently stroked Tony’s cock, purring happily at the moan he received. “Can I...can...” he stuttered, chewing his lip as his rut-fed confidence broke.

Tony purred loudly, hips rocking up into the touch. “Can you what, honey?”

“Can I...can I finger you?” He asked shyly.

The omega groaned at the simple question, nodding quickly. “Yes, baby. Yes. You can. Please,” he babbled.

He felt the press of Peter’s eager fingers against his hole, biting back an embarrassingly loud moan. He had barely been touched, he didn’t need to be so vocal. But he just got that way with heat.

Peter slowly slid his fingers in, amazed at the complete lack of resistance.

The omega’s body eagerly accepted the two fingers, clenching down around them once they were far enough in.

“Alpha,” Tony gasped, biting the inside of his cheek. “God, no, I can’t wait. I really can’t wait. You can do this later, I need your knot now,” he demanded.

Peter looked surprised, but laughed softly. He was used to the bossy behavior, he was just under the impression that Tony would be more...submissive in his heat.

Not quite.

He slowly pulled his fingers out, sneaking them in his mouth quickly. He moaned softly at the taste of the sweet slick.

Tony smirked as he watched him, but impatiently nudged him. “Come on. I thought that practically begging for your knot would get it inside of me already. I don’t want to wait, Peter.”

“Sorry, omega,” the young man said sheepishly. “Can you...turn over maybe?”

“Are you asking me to present for you?” Tony asked dryly.

Peter’s cheeks burned and he chewed his lip. “You don’t have to!” He clarified. “I was just thinking maybe, because it’ll be my first time...yknow, with an omega like this,maybe that would be...nice,” he finished lamely.

Even in his rut, which was supposed to make him primal and dominant, he was still shy and eager to please.

Tony laughed softly. “I was just teasing.”

He slowly flipped over onto all fours before dropping from his hands to his elbows. Perfect presentation form.

Peter was able to look over him, eyes focusing on the omega’s dripping pussy. The inside of his thighs were wet with slick as well and Peter so badly wanted to lick it up.

But that could come later.

He felt impossibly hard, cock leaking and knot aching. He needed to be in the omega. He couldn’t wait.

Peter was panting, rut fully kicking in as he finally mounted the omega. The head of his cock slipped in easily, not requiring any sort of movement from either party.

The alpha gripped the older man’s hips tightly as he fought to keep himself still, just for the moment.

The omega’s hole was warm and dripping wet and Peter couldn’t help the moan that escaped him.

Tony moaned, head dropping forward. “That’s it, honey. Don’t wait, I need it. Need your knot, baby, give it to me.” He growled lightly, breathing hard.

The young alpha nodded quickly, hips fucking forward without much plan. He had no rhythm. Only the screaming instinct of ‘fuck. Knot. Breed.’

And that was good enough for him.

And Tony didn’t mind too much either. He was lost in his heat, body craving an alpha’s knot and not caring much about anything else.

So he let Peter sloppily fuck into him, knowing there were bound to be bruises on his hips from how tightly he was being held.

And he loved it. He couldn’t wait to have the reminder of his alpha imprinted on his skin.

They both knew that Peter wouldn’t last long, the alpha had never been with a partner during a rut.

This was actually a pretty good thing because then Tony could get what he wanted faster.

He began feeling the swollen knot against his rim every time Peter thrust in. It wasn’t big enough to tie them together yet, but it was big enough to simultaneously make him feel amazing and like he was being split open (as if Peter’s cock didn’t do that already.)

So he started pressing his hips back, spearing himself on the alpha’s cock in an attempt to get him there faster. He was impatient and burning up and so badly wanted to be filled with his alpha’s cum.

His alpha.

He moaned out loud, both from Peter’s continuous movement and the thought that suddenly filled his mind.

Peter was his alpha. And he was Peter’s omega.

“C’mon, honey, I need you to fill me up,” he breathed, resting his forehead against the bedding. “I need you to breed me. Knock me up, I know you can do it. Young stud that you are, I know you can breed me,” the omega babbled.

He barely registered anything that he was saying, but he knew that on some level underneath all of the heat speak, he did want that. So he didn’t hold back.

Peter moaned, thrusts getting faster as he chased his high and listened to his omega speak. “I’m- oh, omega, I’m so close. I’m so- fuck,” he groaned. His expression was fighting between pain and utter bliss.

“You can do it,” Tony encouraged, biting his lip. “I know you can, just gotta knot me. I know you want to do that, just knot me, alpha!” He practically sobbed, pain flaring up deep in his abdomen again, fighting with the pleasure.

It’s like the alpha could sense that he needed more in that instant. Because his knot swelled further until Peter’s hips fucked forward one more time and they were tied together.

Tony cried out as he came, pussy spasming around the knot and cock spurting useless cum onto the bedspread under him.

His release was all that Peter needed to finally trigger his.

The alpha went ridged as he finished, cock pumping cum deep into the omega’s body. And his knot was there to keep anything from escaping. He shuddered through the orgasm, collapsing weakly against Tony was he was mostly finished.

He slowly turned them onto their sides, getting them both into a position where they could be more comfortable while tied together.

Tony closed his eyes, breathing hard. He felt so much better. All of his pain was gone with a full knot inside of him and a thick load of his alpha’s cum filling him up.

Peter nuzzled against his neck almost shyly, despite what they had just done.

The older man chuckled, leaning back into the touch favorably. “Thank you. That...wow, I didn’t think you had that in you.”

The alpha’s cheeks flushed a soft pink. “I’m glad I could help. And thank you for helping me.”

There was silence for a moment, both of them taking the moment to catch their breath.

Peter was the first to speak again. “Did you mean it?” He asked quietly.

“Did I mean what?”

“When you...you said to kn-knock you up.”

Tony smiled weakly, sighing softly. “Yeah, I meant it. I did,” he admitted.

Peter’s hands slowly snuck around them, resting on the omega’s stomach. It was slightly swollen with the amount of cum filling him, but that made it that much better. “Well...maybe it will happen,” he said hopefully. Then he yawned.

The omega chuckled, setting his hands on top of the alpha’s. His alpha’s. “Maybe,” he agreed. “Now don’t fall asleep on me. I’ll need you again sooner or later.”

But of course, he was talking to himself. As Peter had already fallen asleep.

He chuckled. “Right. Okay. You can have five minutes or so. Then we’re back at it.”

All he got was a snore in reply.

That was fine.

#starker #peter parker x tony stark #tony x peter #omega tony stark #alpha peter parker #peter parker #tony stark #a/b/o au #bri does kinktober #kinktober with bri #kinktober 2020

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Day 9 - Cuckolding (Peter/Pepper/Tony)

I finally got it finished, I hope everyone enjoys. This was a lot of fun to write, even if my brain and life is a bit of a messy distraction right now lol but I hope the story is enjoyable! 🧡

Warnings: sort of femdom, seems like infidelity (but it’s mentioned that they all want it), cuckolding, oral sex (female receiving), age difference, humiliation, married Tony/Pepper

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“Ma’am, I can hear him outside the door,” Peter whispered, lips pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of Pepper’s thigh.

The woman hummed, hips rocking forward gently in an attempt to get closer to Peter’s mouth. “Good. Now, that tongue should be used for something other than talking. Let him hear us.”

Her hand tangled in his curls and he could feel the weight of her wedding ring against his head.

Despite knowing they all wanted it, there was still a bit of a pit in his stomach. She was Mr. Stark’s wife.

But he kept going anyways, diving in and licking over her slit. She was soaked. He couldn’t tell if it was from his previous actions or the knowledge that they would be caught by Tony.

As he ate her out she was loud, not holding back any. She didn’t even need to put on an act. For a young, fairly inexperienced guy, he knew just how to work her. It was incredible.

It only went on for a about a minute and a half before there was a soft knock at the door.

When neither of them responded - too caught up in their fun and knowing that they were supposed to ignore him - the door handle started turning and Tony slowly made his way into the room. His pupils blew wide at the sight of them.

His wife, legs spread wide with her head hanging back in pleasure, pussy being absolutely devoured by his much younger mentee.

He knew he was a dirty, dirty man. He should have felt guilty. Instead he was harder than he could ever remember being, gripping himself through his pants.

“Pep,” he whispered, voice breathy. He was going for upset, maybe even betrayed. But if the smirk that spread across her lips told him anything, she knew exactly how horny the situation made him.

“What is it, Tony?” Pepper mumbled, whimpering as Peter’s tongue slid across her clit roughly. “A little busy here.”

Tony watched them intently, eyes wide and dark. “I can see that. Why didn’t you just ask me? Honey-“

“You and I both know that you don’t have what it takes to satisfy me anymore,” she said cooly.

Maybe Tony should have been offended at how easily that line came to her. But he was the one who had wanted to be humiliated. So he figured all was fair game.

(And hearing her say it made his dick twitch, so he couldn’t be too upset.)

“What do you mean?” The older man asked, eyes flicking between his wife’s face and the young man between her legs. He couldn’t keep his focus, especially with the filthy sounds they were making.

Peter glanced up for a moment, making eye contact with Tony as he simultaneously slid two fingers into Pepper and gently nipped at her clit.

The woman didn’t answer Tony’s question instantly, crying out from the new sensations which were clearly her priority. “Oh, fuck, Peter. That’s it. That’s it,” she gasped, hips jerking.

Then, after a moment, she seemed to remember her husband. “You don’t know anything about my pleasure and you only care about yours. If you can even get it up you don’t last long enough for me to even think about finishing,” she whimpered, eyes slipping shut again as Peter seemed to hit a particularly good spot inside of her.

Peter’s fingers were quick, fucking into her with no resistance with how wet she was. His tongue stayed working as well, alternating lapping at her swollen clit and the slick that flooded out with his movements. He couldn’t deny that being the ‘other man’ was something of a fantasy of his, even if the other (consenting) participant was his boss.

And long time celebrity crush.

Tony groaned as he watched them, gripping at himself again before just undoing the button and zipper of his pants. At least it gave him more room to breathe. “Look, I’ve got it now, honey. You don’t need him...”

“I’ve never been eaten out like this.” She knew Tony was talented with his mouth, but she knew he wanted to be hurt. Even if it was all lies and they all knew it. “I never want your pathetic cock in me again.”

He moaned softly. “Fuck, Pep...” he moved to a chair they had across the bed specifically for the occasion. He sat down, legs spread as he pushed all fabric out of the way in order to get a hand on his aching cock. Stroking himself slowly, he looked at the new angle he got for the scene.

From behind he could mostly see Peter, entranced by the way that the young man moved. He was always high energy and this wasn’t an exception. Every action was purposeful and that much was obvious. And in addition to how he was attending to Pepper, Tony could see his hips thrusting weakly. He couldn’t imagine it was doing much, the man was on his knees and not even against anything. But he didn’t seem to mind.

Then he was snapped out of his thoughts when Pepper’s hand tightened in Peter’s hair, a high moan leaving her. “Oh, fuck, fuck, I’m close!”

Tony’s hand moved faster on himself as she watched how her mouth hung open in ecstasy, hips twitching forward almost in a rhythm. Despite starting only minutes ago, he could already feel the tight coil winding in his belly, nearly ready to snap. But he gripped himself gently, tugging his balls to ensure he wouldn’t finish too quickly.

He wanted humiliation, but not that much.

Peter could feel the slick muscles tightening around his fingers, but he didn’t stop. He looked up, eyes wide as he kept going until he felt her release, shuddering and contracting around him.

“Fuck!” She nearly screamed, hips bucking up as she came.

Peter kept his fingers moving so that she could ride it out, laughing a little as he felt her squirt on his face. “Mrs. Potts...” he grinned, licking his lips. He slowly pulled his fingers away, moving them into his mouth.

Pepper made eye contact with him and laughed. But the laugh was more exhale than anything. “I’m never gonna take Tony back if you keep this up,” she teased, still fairly breathless.

The man in question groaned, fucking into his fist faster as he listened to them. “Don’t say that, honey, you know you love me.”

She hummed, pulling Peter up to stand between her legs at the edge of the bed. “But I love his mouth...I’m sure I’ll love his cock. Why shouldn’t I have both? It’s not like you know what to do with that thing anyways.”

Tony moaned again, back arched as he kept stroking himself quickly. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Pep, come here. Want you to finish me...”

Pepper watched him for a moment before leaning in and kissing Peter hard, humming at the taste of her on his tongue. She slowly pulled away when she kept listening to her husband, looking as unamused as she could manage.

But Peter turned to look at him, biting his lip. Of course he was turned on by the entire situation. And he definitely wanted to watch the older man cum. Even if he wasn’t helping.

This time.

It didn’t take much longer for Tony to get to his end, stilling and going tense as he came. Cum spurted from the tip, leaving warm lines up his shirt that he hadn’t removed. “God, Pepper...” he murmured. “Peter...”

Peter shivered hard at his name being moaned.

Once Tony had ridden out his orgasm, Peter bit his lip. “Did you enjoy that, sir?” He asked shyly.

“Kid, we’ve got to do that again. But-“

“Next time you’re fucking me,” Pepper said confidently. She kissed the young man again, smirking.

Tony laughed. “That’s what I was going to say, yes. But maybe I should be worried about how quick she was to say that.”

Pepper chuckled, slowly pulling away from Peter to move to her husband. “You know I love you. And I didn’t mean anything I said. I love your dick,” she said teasingly. “Can’t help knowing what I want, though. And I want a piece of that.” She nodded towards Peter.

“Oh come on, who doesn’t?” Tony commented. “Speaking of...he’s the only one that didn’t get to finish. And I think we owe it to him to help.”

“We definitely do,” Pepper agreed, grinning.

#bri speaks #peter parker #tony stark #pepper potts #starker #pepper x peter #Peter x pepper x tony #peter parker x tony stark #tony x peter #seems like infidelity #but it’s not #it’s all consensual #promise #because this is kinktober #and kink is all about consent #psa over lol #my writing #bri does kinktober #kinktober with bri #kinktober 2020 #Peter Parker x Pepper Potts #nff

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Fisting pt 2

I know kinktober ended a month ago and I posted about writing this a few weeks ago. Life has been hard lol but here it is now. I hope everyone enjoys 🧡

A part 2 to this

Warnings: fisting. That’s really it. Just nff, exactly what it says on the tin lol

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“... Now turn over.”

Peter grinned at the words, instantly complying. He was glad that he was getting his way. Not that he much doubted that he wouldn’t.

The only bit of doubt that had clouded his idea was the fact that he knew Bucky was still a bit nervous about going too far. His partner always had the fear that he would hurt him.

He never did, but the thought still made him pause. Or stop activities altogether.

So Peter had been pretty sure he would agree, but was still pleasantly surprised when he did.

He relaxed against the bed, arms crossed so that he could rest his cheek against his own bicep as he waited.

It was a few moments before anything else happened. But he knew that he would just have to be patient. That was the only way that anything would happen. He liked to mouth off and be a brat, but Bucky needed his patience and he knew that. So he did his best.

A couple of moments later, he felt cold, slick liquid being poured onto the crack of his ass after a hand pulled the cheeks apart. He shivered, both from the sudden shock and the anticipation.

“Don’t want to hurt you, doll,” Bucky mumbled, sliding two fingers in the slick to spread it around Peter’s hole. “Gotta make sure we have enough.”

Peter closed his eyes, nodding. “We’re gonna have enough. Don’t worry. I know you won’t hurt me.”

A soft sigh left the man behind him, but he didn’t comment on it.

Bucky slowly worked one finger in, nervously biting at the inside of his cheek at the tightness. He was absolutely terrified that Peter would get hurt if he tried to take all of his hand.

But slowly the tight muscle loosened up, giving way and allowing for the older man to press in a second and then a third finger.

Peter was mewling, hands gripping at the sheets underneath him as he took everything he was given. He felt so full already and he knew there was still so much to come.

After thrusting the fingers for a bit, listening to the sounds that Peter made, Bucky very slowly added his pinky finger.

Then all was left was his thumb. And actually getting the heel of his hand in, of course. That would likely be the hardest part.

But he found that he stopped dreading it. And started being excited for it.

He loved the noises that Peter made, all the sweetest moans and whimpers that left him as Bucky’s fingers worked him as deep as they could go. The best sounds were when his prostate was rubbed against and he cried out, entire body jerking with the pleasure and sensitivity.

“Just one finger left, babydoll. You think you’re ready for it?” Bucky asked softly, still working his fingers in and out.

Peter nodded quickly, a choked moan leaving him. “Yes! Oh god, yes, put it in me!”

The older man’s cock twitched from in his jeans at the comment and he had to bite his tongue to keep from moaning. “I’ll give it to you, baby.”

He slowly spread his fingers before bringing them all together, essentially folding his hand in order to get his thumb into a position where it could slip inside with the rest.

Peter cried out, weak sobbing sounds leaving him as he felt the rest of Bucky’s hand being pushed into him. “Oh god, oh god, Bucky, I’m-“

“Dont cum yet, babydoll,” the older man murmured. “Just wait.”

Peter nodded weakly, eyelids fluttering as he listened. He was already fucked out from the intensity of the situation. It didn’t take much to make him sensitive and having his boyfriend’s entire fist inside of him definitely was enough to make him squirm and cry.

Bucky slowly pulled his fingers in, hand moving to form a fist while still inside of the younger man. He moved the hand slowly and groaned at the noises it pulled from Peter.

“I can’t hold back,” Peter whimpered suddenly.

His entire body was trembling with the pleasure and the effort he was using to keep from cumming.

So Bucky nodded, fist still slowly moving to keep Peter on the edge. “You can cum now, Peter. It’s okay. Go ahead,” he encouraged.

With the permission, Peter cried out. His hips jerked weakly as he came. His cock twitched and spurted cum onto the bed beneath him as he clenched hard around the fist still working his ass.

Bucky groaned, helping Peter ride out his high before slowly and gently pulling his hand out.

A whimper was pulled from the younger man’s throat at the extra stimulation, but he quickly calmed down again. He went limp against the bed, breathing heavily. “That was...so amazing.”

His boyfriend grinned at him, obviously more relaxed than he had been at first. “I’m very glad you think so, babydoll. That was actually really fun,” he admitted.

“Maybe next time we could try the metal one?” Peter asked hopefully.

Silence for a moment before Bucky laughed. “Sure. Maybe we could try that. Maybe.”

And with that, Peter curled up without another care, and let himself drift off to sleep.

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Day 31 - Hematolagnia (Blood Play) (Bucky/Peter)

I absolutely can’t believe it’s the last day of October. This month has just flown by. It’s been so super fun to have these writings every day and I hope everyone has enjoyed reading them as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them 🧡 I hope everyone enjoys this last day of kinktober with me and has a happy Halloween 🎃 👻🧡

Warnings: blood play, vampire Bucky, so I think you see where this is going lol, if the whole vampire feeding thing squicks you out please don’t read this, oral sex

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Peter could tell that Bucky was getting antsy. It had been so long since his last good feeding.

So he decided to plan a little bit of a surprise for his boyfriend.

Since he hadn’t been bitten in a while, he knew that he would be able to take a rougher session. Bucky could get more of what he needed.

Even if it caused Peter to feel fairly drained (literally) afterwards. It was worth it to see his boyfriend so energized.

So he planned the entire night out.

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They had a good day, even though they ended up needing to stay home. Bucky just didn’t have the energy to be out and the supplements and substitutes weren’t working as well as they needed to.

So Peter’s surprise came sooner than expected. But that was perfectly okay.

“What are we having for dinner, babydoll?” The older man asked weakly, nuzzling into his partner’s neck.

Peter hummed softly, leaning back against him from where he was standing at the counter. “I haven’t quite decided what I’m having yet,” he told him, tilting his head into the nuzzling.

“Okay...?”

“But I know you’ve been all tired lately. And I know exactly what you need,” he purred.

Bucky hummed softly, lips brushing against the thin scars his fangs had left from times before. “I really hope you’re saying what I think you’re saying....”

“I had a whole plan, wooing you and teasing until you snapped. Because that’s fun. But you don’t seem to be in the mood for that. So I say...we go back to the bedroom and you can have me,” Peter murmured.

“That sounds perfect, babydoll, thank you.”

Bucky had felt so low energy lately, barely able to function without a proper feeding. It had gone too long and he knew it, but he couldn’t just ask Peter to do it more often. He knew that was dangerous.

But he wouldn’t lie that he was thrilled at the promise of feeding.

He teasingly nipped at Peter’s neck, humming happily. “So let’s get to bed. I’ll make you feel good, do everything right.”

“I know you will.”

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They were in the room quickly, stripped completely bare. Neither of them wanted to wait.

Peter was laid out on the bed sensually, eyes closed. “So which route are we taking this time?” He murmured.

Bucky watched him, slowly stroking himself. “I was thinking...I could go down on you and get the saphenous vein,” he mused. “Then, if you’re still up for it, I could fuck you and get your neck. But if you’re too tired after the first one, we can stop there. Sound alright?”

“You had me at ‘Ill go down on you’,” Peter joked, slowly sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed. That way his legs were dangling off and Bucky had better access to him.

The older man sunk to his knees, nodding. “Now...you need to tell me if I go too far. I don’t want to risk....”

He trailed off, but Peter knew what he was saying. Every time they did it, Bucky was terrified that he’d take too much and kill Peter. But he assured him that it wouldn’t happen. He’d tell him once he started feeling weak. And then they’d stop. And his powers were helpful in the blood department anyways.

“I’ll tell you. Don’t worry,” Peter said gently.

Bucky nodded, slowly starting to kiss up the younger man’s leg. He made small bites along the way. Mostly just to leave love bites and small bruises. But occasionally he’d break skin and slowly drag his tongue over the spot to catch the tiny drop of blood that spilled.

The metallic tang that burst over his tongue was invigorating. And that was only the smallest amount possible. He couldn’t wait for the big bite.

Peter whimpered above him, squirming with every small nip. “Please, don’t tease. Bucky....”

The man chuckled, moving higher until his mouth was right in the crease of Peter’s thigh and groin. “Better? Closer?” He teased.

“Not quite,” Peter grumbled, hips moving weakly.

He was hard, cock bobbing against his stomach as he waited for the desired attention. He couldn’t deny that being fed from always turned him on. But he hated how Bucky wanted to tease.

The vampire smirked, slowly ducking his head and lapping at the younger man’s balls. The gasp he heard was delicious and exactly what he was going for with the action.

He trailed his tongue from the sac up, licking from there all the way to the tip of Peter’s cock, where there was already a welled up bead of precum waiting to spill over.

His tongue gathered that up too. Then his lips slowly parted to take in the head, suctioned just enough to create an incredible pleasure for the younger man.

Peter moaned softly, biting his lip at the first real touches. “Thank you...that’s it....”

Bucky suckled on the head gently, eyes flickered up to watch his partner’s reactions. He loved knowing that he made him feel good.

It didn’t take long at all for Peter to get to the edge, crying out and squirming as he chased his high.

And then Bucky knew that it was time.

He pulled away with his mouth, one hand wrapping around the cock to keep stroking him instead.

He pressed a soft kiss to the spot on Peter’s thigh that he was planning to bite, giving him a sort of warning for what was to come. Then he bit down, fangs easily sinking in and finding the vein.

Peter moaned loudly at the bite, unable to hold his high back. He came hard, cum spurting from the tip so violently that it hit his chin. His orgasm hit hard and lasted long. As long as it took Bucky to completely feed.

The vampire happily lapped up the blood as quickly as it appeared, moaning against his boyfriend’s skin. Maybe it was wrong, to get such pleasure from seeing and tasting the bright liquid against his lover’s pale skin. From consuming what kept the other man living and breathing. But he couldn’t deny that it made his cock twitch and leak as he continued to feast.

Once he had what he knew would likely be the limit, he slowly licked at the wound to help it stop from bleeding any more. He looked up, eyes dark.

Peter was relaxed against the bed, chest heaving with his breaths. His cock gave a weak twitch from where it was softening against his stomach and Bucky knew that it wouldn’t take him long to get hard again.

“You still with me, babydoll? Talk to me,” the older man mused, slowly sitting up and moving onto the bed next to his lover.

“Still with you,” Peter mumbled, trembling slightly. “I might need a snack before we do anything else. But...wow.” He laughed softly. “I think that was the best time yet.”

Bucky looked over his body, laughing softly at the sheer volume of cum that covered Peter’s body. “I think so too. I almost finished myself, but it didn’t quite happen without being touched. But you....” he chuckled. “You’re a mess.”

“I just couldn’t stop cumming,” the younger man said, clear excitement in his voice breaking through the exhaustion. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.”

“You really like when I bite you, huh?” That never failed to surprise Bucky.

The young man never seemed scared. He never got too nervous that they had to stop. He always enjoyed it tremendously. Which was beyond obvious with how he had finished.

Bucky really had found the perfect partner. And he never planned to lose him.

“Okay. So snack, then round two?” He said hopefully. “If you aren’t up for it, that’s okay-“

“Of course I’m up for it,” Peter said, sounding offended. “Food first so I can have a little more energy. Then you’re fucking me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow and you’re biting me again.”

Peter couldn’t lie to himself, he knew he enjoyed the biting too much for it to only be about Bucky being fed. It was mostly for that reason, but there was just something about it that turned him on more than anything else.

Luckily they both enjoyed it more than anything. So it never had to stop.

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Day 8 - Puppy Play (Steve/Peter)

This was so fun to write and now I’m thinking about this a lot lol I hope everyone enjoys!

Warnings: mob boss au (not really mentioned, just so you can have it in mind for characterization), pup!Steve, puppy play, Peter’s age isn’t mentioned but he’s meant to be an adult

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“Steve. Here,” Peter ordered, watching his guard closely.

Steve shivered at the tone. He dropped to his knees like he knew he was supposed to, crawling towards the younger man.

Peter smirked, legs spreading as the other man got closer. “That’s a good boy,” he cooed. “Up.”

The blond was on his knees, hands up on the chair between Peter’s leg in an ‘up’ position.

“That’s it...” he started undoing Steve’s shirt, revealing full muscles and a black harness, stark contrast against his pale skin. “Perfect. Knew you wouldn’t disappoint,” he murmured. “I’m sorry we can’t get the rest of your gear, but daddy is feeling impatient.”

Steve whimpered softly at the words, pupils dilating at Peter’s use of ‘daddy’ on himself. “It’s okay,” he murmured. Then he pressed his lips together tightly at the look Peter gave him.

“Puppies don’t talk,” the other man reminded him.

The dynamic was always interesting. Steve liked being Peter’s puppy, despite being twice the man’s size. If he was a dog, most would assume he’d be something of a Doberman. Huge, sleek, strong. Seemingly in charge.

Until he’s rolled over, showing his belly for his master. Definitely more puppy like. Not the big strong guard that he typically was for Peter. He was obedient, only wanting to follow orders.

He was torn out of his thoughts with a tweak to his right nipple, whining indignantly.

Peter chuckled. “Hey. You were zoning out. You okay, puppy?” There was a lazy smile on his face as he watched Steve nod. “Okay. Good.” He pushed the man’s shirt off completely, smirking at the fully shown off harness.

His hands dropped to cup the blond’s chest, humming appreciatively. “I can never get over these tits.” He grinned, thumbs brushing over dusty pink nipples slowly. He watched them harden under the attention, pinching them gently after.

Steve moaned weakly, biting his lip. He looked up at Peter, giving him the best puppy dog eyes that he could manage. He couldn’t talk, so he had to convey his thoughts through his actions and noises. But he had gotten pretty good at that, even if Peter wanted to act like he didn’t know what he was telling him.

Meanie.

Peter slowly pulled his hands away, humming softly. “I suppose you’ll need to stand for just a moment. Just so we can finish getting you undressed.” He watched the other man expectantly. “Come on, puppy,” he added playfully.

Steve slowly stood, unbuttoning his dress slacks before letting Peter finish getting them off. Then the same treatment was given to his boxers. He stepped away from them, down on all fours again once Peter pointed to the ground.

“Good boy,” Peter murmured, slowly rubbing at himself through his own dress pants. “You’re always so beautiful.” He eyed the swelling cock and full balls between his pet’s legs, chuckling to himself. “I guess it’s been a little while since we’ve been together like this. I’m sorry, pup. Daddy’s just been so busy, you know. But I’m here now.”

Steve nodded, eyes wide and shining as he watched Peter. He was just waiting for orders. He did anything that his master told him.

Smirking, Peter slowly unzipped his own pants. He didn’t push them off, just left them open. Then he pushed his boxers down, just exposing his cock and balls. He stayed fully dressed other than that. “Come here,” he said gently.

There he was. There was Steve’s softer master. Peter had a tendency to be tougher, colder when he was at work. It was just what he was supposed to be. What was expected of him. But Steve knew who he really was. Soft, gentle, playful.

He crawled to him quickly, nuzzling against the younger man’s thigh.

Peter chuckled, one hand stroking through Steve’s hair. It was getting a bit long, but it was beautiful. And he liked having something to hold onto. “You’re so pretty, Stevie. But you already know that.”

He hummed softly, eyes trailing over his pet slowly. “That looks like it hurts,” he murmured, addressing his cock. “Looks like puppy needs some help.”

Steve nodded in agreement, whimpering pitifully. His hips thrust weakly, despite not getting any sort of friction from it. His heavy cock bobbed at the movement.

“Oh, I know. I know.” Peter smiled at him, but he obviously had a plan. “Sit,” he ordered gently.

Steve sat, backside squirming a bit as though he had a tail to wag.

Peter laughed as he watched, shaking his head. “You’re so excited, puppy. It’s almost like you know what I’m thinking,” he teased. “Now show me your belly.”

Steve laid down before turning over, tongue lolling out as he watched his master. He stretched, muscles tight and flexed.

“Such a pretty boy,” Peter praised, getting out of his chair and leaning at Steve’s side. One hand slid over the pet’s stomach, a chuckle leaving him as he watched his cock twitch. “Eager, aren’t you?”

Steve made a soft noise, squirming slightly. He shifted his position a bit, trying to use the movement to get Peter’s hand lower.

“You are so naughty,” Peter scolded, but he was laughing. Obviously unbothered. His hand dropped, cupping Steve’s heavy balls and humming as he rolled them in his fingers. It was quite a feat for one hand, but he was just feeling. Not trying to use the action to get him off; that would have taken two hands. “So tight, puppy. This can’t be comfy,” he said, almost sounding sorry. “We’ll need to do something about that.”

Another whine left Steve, his hips rolling up in an attempt to get friction to his full and sensitive cock. He watched his master closely, panting softly.

Then Peter finally, finally got his hand around the length, smirking at the noise that it caused from his pup. “I know, that’s what you want. Don’t worry, I’m here. I’ll make you feel good, Stevie. I promise.”

Steve knew he could trust his master. He always did. So he just smiled at him, hips rocking a bit before moaning.

“That’s it, I know. I know,” Peter said sweetly, stroking him slowly.

He loved his pup. And Steve loved his master.

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Day 10 - Impact Play (Steve/Peter)

Warnings: bratty Peter, some dom/sub dynamics, spanking, not really discussed kink (but it’s consensual), Peter’s age isn’t mentioned (but he’s an adult)

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“-No, you were being careless and risking your life!” Steve stared at Peter, arms crossed. “You were completely irresponsible. Tony and I were handling it. You were told to stay for backup.”

“And I was back up! Because you clearly needed it!” Peter argued. He pulled his mask off and tossed it to the side, face red with his anger and frustration. “Im part of the team too. I was just doing what I was supposed to.”

“By ignoring your leader? Peter, you didn’t listen and you put yourself in danger.”

Peter rolled his eyes, shoving past Steve to walk to his room. He wanted out of the suit and he needed to check the damage. It wouldn’t be too bad, but he would take any opportunity to get away from the captain for a moment.

Steve clenched his teeth, jaw set as he followed after Peter. “And you’re still being a brat. This isn’t a good look for you,” he said dangerously.

The younger man didn’t answer, walking into his room without even closing the door. He knew Steve would just be following him anyways. There wasn’t a point to closing the door.

“So you’re ignoring me again? Hilarious,” the blond grumbled. “You really need to listen to me when I’m talking to you, Peter.”

“Make me.”

With those two words, the room went silent.

Neither quite knew what to do, but the atmosphere instantly became more charged. They had messed around before, nothing formal, but something Peter told Steve once came to mind.

“Alright. You want to be a brat? Wanna talk back? Get your ass over here,” Steve snapped. He pointed to the bed, eyes cold as he watched the young man.

It was in that moment that Peter realized that he might have possibly fucked up.

He recalled a conversation they had one time. It had been late and they had been cuddled up close and just talking. Talking about what they liked. Fantasies.

And Peter mentioned his bratty tendencies. And how he wanted to be punished for it.

Shit.

Suddenly his blushing was because of his new arousal as well as his indignation. His suit was starting to seem a bit tight. But he slowly moved to Steve, still scowling. “You don’t even know what you’re doing,” he mumbled.

Steve, still standing, bent Peter over his bed once he was close enough. “If you don’t quit with the back talk you’ll get much more than you bargained for,” he warned.

He held the younger man down with a gentle but firm hand on his lower back. He knew fully well that Peter could get away if he wanted to, so he felt fairly confident in what he was doing.

Peter squirmed a little, huffing. “Can you at least close the door?” He complained.

“Absolutely not. You wanted to be reckless and bratty in front of everyone? Everyone can watch you get punished if they want.”

Oh, those words sent a wave of heat straight through him. His cock started chubbing up, beginning to strain against the tight material of his suit. He hated how easily he was effected. “But-“ he whined. “Fine.”

“That’s what I thought.” Steve’s hand slid over the swell of Peter’s ass, even still covered. Then, without warning, his hand quickly pulled away only to be brought back again hard.

Peter yelped, jerking with the hit. He had no idea how strong the hit could be even through his suit. Suddenly he was aware of just how much he was in for.

“Count,” Steve told him firmly.

The brunet nodded slowly before resting his forehead against his bedspread. “One...”

God, he was screwed. He was already hard and leaking into his suit at only one hit. And he didn’t know how much Steve had in mind.

The captain hummed softly. “How many do you think you should get? You were so bad today.”

“I-I don’t-“

Steve listened to the stuttering, chuckling. He reached around Peter gently, hand pressed flat against the bulge he knew would be there. “You are so filthy. God. I’m trying to punish you for being bratty and you’re gettin’ off on it.” He shook his head, hand moving back and smacking him again.

“Two!” Peter whimpered, cheeks flushed at the comments from Steve.

“Not so tough now, huh?”

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