#bri’s kinktober 2021

[lemonpeter]

🧡Day 11: Under*ged🧡

Think I’m gonna write a part 2 for this one on a later day! I hope y’all enjoy 🧡

Warnings: Peter is 16, teacher/student, nff, cheating (Tony is married)

***

Peter chewed on the end of his pen, eyes wide as looked at his teacher.

Mr. Stark was turned to the board while he wrote down the problem, completely oblivious to the student undressing him with his eyes.

Not that he had to. The teacher’s outfit of choice that day was probably against the dress code, dress pants that were snug against every curve paired with a fitted button down that showed off biceps that were to die for.

Peter couldn’t help but stare.

“And that-“ Mr. Stark started talking again, but was cut off by a shrill bell. “Rude. Alright, you’re free for now. I’ll see all of you tomorrow, have a day.”

The student smiled to himself. Mr. Stark had a lot of quirks, with one of those being how he never told them to have a good or bad or great day. Just to have a day.

Everyone was quickly up and filing out of the door as soon as possible, ready to get out of school as quickly as they could. And Peter was right with them, backpack slung over his shoulder.

But he hung to the back of the line. He glanced back to the teacher, who had sat down at his desk and slipped his glasses on to look over some papers.

So hot.

And he just couldn’t help himself. Peter let everyone else leave the room before him, staying back once the rest of the class was gone.

He’d thought about it so many times, confessing how he felt or maybe just doing something about it. It was definitely a reoccurring fantasy.

But he always chickened out. It was stupid. His teacher definitely didn’t feel the same way. Mr. Stark was married, had a kid, was probably straight.

And, yknow. Peter was only sixteen.

But despite the butterflies that were relentlessly fluttering in his stomach, he walked towards the teacher.

Mr. Stark looked up, looking at Peter over the top of his glasses. “Not eager to run home like the rest of your classmates, Mr. Parker?” He asked with a small smile.

Peter licked his bottom lip quickly before biting it, nervous. He was terrified. “Not really.” He shrugged. Play it cool. He could be cool.

Right.

“No? What, isn’t it time for teenage bad decision making?” The teacher joked, leaning back in his chair.

The student laughed a little with him, but it wasn’t very genuine. The comment hit a little too on the nose. But not in the way that Mr. Stark was thinking. “I mean, I don’t know. I just wanted to ask you about something….”

Why did he think that he could do this?

“Sure, throw it at me.”

Peter kept his eyes on the desk, glancing at a picture of Mr. Stark with his family. He felt a wave of jealousy roll through him and he laid the picture flat.

“Peter? What are you doing?”

The teen looked up at him, biting his lip again. “Sir….”

“Spit it out, Parker.”

“I really want you,” he blurted out. He had both of his hands flat on the desk, fingers digging in slightly. Trying to be grounding.

The teacher was visibly confused. “You…what?”

“I want you, Mr. Stark. I think about it every day. I just- I need you.” Peter sounded like he was just short of begging, which wasn’t too far off.

Mr. Stark watched him. “Mr. Parker. This is highly-“

“I know. I’m sorry, I know.” His voice broke as tears welled up in his eyes. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He stood up straight again quickly, holding onto his backpack straps tightly as he walked to the door. He was so embarrassed.

He was so focused on making a beeline for the door and making mental plans for transferring schools that he didn’t hear his teacher standing up behind him.

By the time he reached the door, Mr. Stark was right behind him.

The man reached out to grab his shoulder. “Peter. Stop.”

Peter quickly wiped his tears with his sleeve. “Why? Just let me go home, this was so stupid.”

“Let me talk first. Is that okay?”

The teen looked at him, sniffling. “Okay….”

Mr. Stark reached behind him and closed the door, glancing around to make sure no one saw.

“What are you doing?” Peter frowned, looking at him.

“You said you want me?” Tony met his eyes, searching his face quickly.

“Yeah…I’m sorry, I know it’s stupid and inappropriate.”

“It is very inappropriate. But we can’t help feelings, hmm?” Tony brought one hand up to cup the teen’s cheek, thumb brushing over his cheekbone.

Peter nodded a little. “No…we can’t.” We?

“Look, I shouldn’t encourage this. It could cost me my job and a lot more.” Tony took a deep breath. “But I know how it feels to want someone you can’t have.”

The teen looked at him, breathing hard. “So?”

“This won’t become a habit. But if you want…”

“Yes. Please, sir. Please.” Peter’s eyes were wide.

Tony nodded. “Good.” His free hand rested on his student’s waist, gripping him gently there. “Let’s get started.”

***

Tony learned quickly that Peter hadn’t done anything with anyone before.

He was happy to give him the experience.

“Come on, honey.” He kissed the student’s neck gently, his hand pumping the teen’s cock.

They were starting easy, since Peter didn’t know how anything was with a partner. Starting with a simple handjob was still exciting without being too much for him.

Tony told himself over and over that it wasn’t going to be a reoccurring thing. But the sweet sounds that Peter was making made him want to never give him up.

Peter whined, hips jerking as he felt his high building quickly. “Mr. Stark….I’m gonna- oh, fu-fudge.”

The teacher chuckled under his breath. “You can say fuck, Peter. I’m not gonna tell anyone.” No one would know about any of it. “And you can cum whenever you need to.”

He hadn’t expected it to last long, but it seemed like Peter was holding back on purpose.

Cute.

Peter squeezed his eyes shut, moaning softly. He didn’t want it to end. But he felt amazing and hearing Mr. Stark say such dirty things to him….

Tony felt Peter tensing up in his arms and knew he was at his end. “Just let go, cum for me, honey.”

He watched how the teen’s cock twitched and throbbed just before spilling over his hand.

He moaned softly into Peter’s ear as he watched and continued to stroke him through it. “That’s it…I know it feels good, Peter. So much better than your own hand, right?”

Peter rested his head back against Tony’s shoulder, breathing heavily and moaning as he rode out his high. It was so much better than his own hand.

But no words would come out when he tried to talk, his brain was so hazy.

Tony laughed softly, kissing his neck one more time before pulling away in order to get tissues. He grabbed one to wipe the quickly cooling cum off of his hand, then another to clean up the couple spurts that managed to drip onto the floor. “Was it good?”

Peter nodded dumbly, still working on calming his breathing down.

“Mmm. Good.” The teacher knelt down to get the couple of spots. He didn’t need to leave any mess. He looked up at Peter from where he was kneeling, smiling a little. “Maybe we can get in this particular position next time, hmm?”

The teen watched him, willing himself not to get hard again as he watched Mr. Stark. “Y-yeah. Maybe.” Next time?

He was definitely losing the battle of not getting hard.

Tony noticed and grinned. He acted like he was going to help again, but instead just tucked the teen’s cock back into his pants and zipped them back up. “Next time,” he promised.

He stood up, groaning a little at the protest from his knees. He couldn’t be doing that too much. “Alright, Mr. Parker. I’ll see you in class tomorrow, yes?”

Peter grabbed his backpack from where it had been previously discarded, nodding. “Yeah. Of course.” He eyed the bulge in his teacher’s slacks.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Tony smiled at him. “Maybe next time you can help me with this too.”

Peter bit his lip and nodded. “Okay, sir. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He left the classroom, unable to help the grin on his face.

Until next time.

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #my writing #bri’s kinktober 2021 #tw teacher/student

[lemonpeter]

🧡Day 9: V*brator🧡

I’m gonna post this and run because I have so much to do on a paper I forgot about lol I hope y’all enjoy 🧡 (and maybe wish me luck)

Warnings: d/s relationship, punishment, overstimulation, inappropriate use of a super suit, brief d*gradation

***

Peter didn’t expect for his suit to fail.

It was the height of technology. Everything was designed with precision and coded to perfection.

Yet for some reason the release button wasn’t working.

He’d just finished a long patrol and was ready to just lay down and not move for the rest of the evening. But when he pressed the spider-shaped button in the center of his chest, it didn’t respond.

That wasn’t right.

“What the hell,” he mumbled, trying it again. Maybe he just hadn’t hit it in the right spot?

Still no luck.

Already feeling defeated (and tired), he grabbed his mask from where he’d tossed it on the bed and pulled it back on.

“Okay, Karen. Tell me what’s up.”

The AI stalled for a second and Peter wondered if the entire suit was on the fritz. But then he got a response, but not the one he expected.

Tony’s voice filled his ears. “Oh, my dear spiderling. Think you could get away from me that easily?”

Peter sighed, crossing his arms. “Tones, I don’t-“

“It’s not going to come off unless you come back to the tower tonight. You can’t just brush off your punishment like that.”

The younger man paused. He’d honestly forgotten. Earlier in the day he’d broken a rule during a scene, which meant punishment. But punishment always came later, so he’d left to go about his day.

But he was too tired to swing back to the tower now.

“Tony, come on. I’m exhausted. Can’t we do it tomorrow?” He pulled at the suit again, but it didn’t budge. Great.

“We can do it tomorrow, but the suit won’t come off. But I can offer a compromise.” Tony hummed.

Peter sighed softly. “And what would that be?”

“You could take your punishment there. All you need is the suit, which currently you have no choice about being in. And you need to stay on the call with me.”

“Feels like I don’t have a choice with that either,” the younger man grumbled. But he knew that he could get out of it with his safeword. Tony wouldn’t do anything that he wasn’t okay with.

“You’re right. Now, do you want to try that?”

Peter sighed again, rubbing a hand over his face. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll try that.” How bad could it be?

“Good choice.”

Peter paused for a second, waiting for something to happen. Then the vibrations started.

It was so strong immediately that he dropped to his knees, a choked-out whine leaving him. A feature that was originally used for play, used for punishment.

His hips jerked forward, trying to grind into the buzzing as his cock slowly filled out. But it didn’t bring relief.

“What is it, baby? You knew you were going to be punished.” He could hear the grin in Tony’s voice. “Color?”

Peter carefully moved himself so that he was laying on the floor, his hips thrusting up weakly. “Gr-green.” It was nearly torture, but he could take it. He could make it through.

“Good.”

There was a soft click from Tony’s end before the vibrations were speeding up again, turning into a pulsing pattern that made Peter’s eyes roll back.

“Tony, I think- oh, god.”

The older man chuckled, clearly enjoying everything. “Yes? What do you think, baby?”

“I…” he whined louder, the sound bleeding from his throat even though he tried to keep it inside.

“You don’t think much of anything, huh? Get stupid as soon as something is on your cock. But this is punishment, honey.”

It didn’t feel too much like punishment. It felt like Tony was trying to get him off as quickly as possible and it was working.

He felt his high building, approaching way quicker than it should have been. But the vibrations were driving him crazy, hitting all the right places.

“You can cum whenever you need, honey,” Tony murmured.

This was a punishment?

Peter cried out as he came, a dark wet patch spreading at the front of his suit. His hips kept rocking up as he rode it out.

The vibrations didn’t stop.

They kept him hard even after his orgasm, making him whimper from the sensitivity. “Tony….”

“What, baby? I told you. This is your punishment. Start counting, you’ve still got nine to go.”

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #my writing #tw punishment #bri’s kinktober 2021

[lemonpeter]

🧡Day 4: B*kkake and Day 21: BlowBang🧡

I’m sorry it’s a day late again, I’m trying to catch up. Thank you for being patient with me 🧡 I hope y’all enjoy

Warnings: Peter/various avengers, the title lol, nff, very brief feminization, it’s just pure filth

***

Everyone was always tense after a mission.

It was a lot of work, a lot of stress. But they knew the drill.

It used to be a lot different. They’d get back to the tower and everyone would fight. They were at each other’s throats and everything set someone off. But it was just how things were. There wasn’t a way that they were all able to relax after such tension and stress.

And then Peter joined the team.

He and Tony were discovered first.

It wasn’t too surprising to anyone. They all saw that there was something different about their relationship. So there wasn’t much shock when they were caught together in the tower after a long battle.

Peter hadn’t said anything to anyone, he just kept doing what he was doing. He helped relieve Tony’s stress after missions.

And Tony had stopped fighting with everyone else.

Everyone else caught on soon enough. They weren’t stupid, they could see the correlation.

And Tony didn’t mind sharing.

One by one, the rest of the team was gradually visited by the youngest avenger after missions. He was happy to do whatever they wanted from him, from just cuddling to getting his throat brutally fucked. And he helped everyone.

But some were still antsy. It took Peter a long time to get to them. Those that had to wait were still on edge, bickering with the others. There had to be a solution.

Peter was the one who proposed the fix.

He could just help all of them at once.

Which brought them to the present. All waiting in the now-designated room, ready for a bit of stress relief. Not everyone joined every time, but there were always a few at least.

There were sectionals surrounding a single focal point. Peter stayed in that point, putting on a show or just staying on his knees as he waited.

Sometimes he went around to the men sitting around him and he helped them. That was always his favorite, he was a very hands on person.

But this time he was in the center, watching. Putting on a show for the ones who chose to be with him.

However, it didn’t take long before they were all nearing their ends, hands blurs on their cocks.

Peter jerked himself off as he closed his eyes, mouth open.

Just from the sounds alone he knew that Tony was the one who was going to be first. It wasn’t a big deal, he was the only non-superhuman one there. He was on a different level from the rest.

But Peter knew his sounds. The low moan that came from his throat as he neared the edge and the punched-out groans when his orgasm actually hit.

And he felt the spurts of cum on his face right when he expected it.

“Oh, Mr. Stark,” he moaned. He knew just how to help make it as good as possible for each of his men. Tony wanted Peter to need what he gave. Maybe he was different from the rest, but he needed to know that he was just as important. “Thank you, sir, thank you!”

A choked moan from Steve made him laugh. His hand moved faster on himself and he wiped cum from his eye with his free hand.

“Come on, Captain. I need you to cum for me too. Please, I need to feel it on me. Love when you cover me, you cum so fucking much, Cap.”

Steve was a fan of dirty talk. It made him blush and stutter but it made him bust faster than anything else. “I’m almost there, queens. Don’t worry.” He kept jerking himself off, the abundance of pre he was leaking slicking the way.

“I need you to cover me, Cap, please. I want you to cum all over my face, let me taste some. Then my chest, don’t you think my tits look pretty with some cum on them?” There was another thing. Steve was obsessed with referring to Peter’s chest as tits. And it was definitely growing on Peter.

The captain moaned breathily, his hips jerking forward before he was cumming.

Peter kept his eyes open as long as he could for this one. He loved watching Steve cum, if nothing else than for the sheer amount. It amazed him every time.

He counted six sizable spurts before he squeaked a little and closed his eyes just in time. He felt a stripe across his left eye and then more on his cheek and lips.

He opened his mouth and sighed happily when more landed on his tongue. There was something about Steve’s cum that made him always want to swallow.

There was nothing that anyone could say that would make him believe that there was anything wrong with enjoying cum.

Steve still hadn’t finished completely (he seemed to cum forever) when Peter heard Thor’s telltale grunts.

Thor was a fairly easy one. He didn’t expect much, just that Peter never “wasted” the release that he was given. Whether that meant being plugged up after a load or swallowing all that he could.

And the younger man was happy to comply.

He felt the cockhead at his lips right when he expected and he parted them. And he did so just in time, thick cum coating his tongue not a moment after. It flooded his mouth, some dripping from the corners. But he knew that he’d be forgiven.

Or maybe Thor wouldn’t even notice. There was a lot already covering him from Steve, so it would only get combined. No way to know whose was whose.

And he loved that so much.

He moaned around the cock in his mouth, suckling gently until the god pulled out. Then he let his mouth hang open, tongue stuck out expectantly.

Wiping his eyes again, he saw that Steve was finally finished. So there was only one left to go.

Bucky.

The newest addition to their little group was typically the last. It was hard for him to get out of his head a lot, so he took a bit longer. But Peter knew what to do. Just like he did with the rest.

He blinked up at the man, slowly crawling over towards him. He knew that he was leaving a mess whenever he went, dripping the other men’s cum and leaking pre from his own cock. But they could always clean later.

“Hey, Jaimie.” Peter smiled up at him, resting his dirty cheek on the man’s thigh. “Want me to help?”

Bucky looked down at him, breathing heavily. He didn’t speak, didn’t trust his own voice. But he nodded.

Peter nodded, slowly licking a long stripe from the soldier's balls to the very tip of his cock. He smirked slightly when it twitched violently. “I know, getting off alone just isn’t your thing. I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

“I know you will, doll,” he murmured. He gently stroked his metal hand through Peter’s hair, sure to be gentle. “It won’t take me too much longer.”

The young man nodded, teasing at the head with the very tip of his tongue.

He kept up his motions, making eye contact with Bucky until he came. He was right, he didn’t last much longer. It was only a couple minutes before the soldier was tensing.

Bucky didn’t tend to make much noise at all when he came, so Peter was able to tell just from his expression and the way that his hand started gripping his hair ever so slightly.

“Cum, Jaimie. Please,” he whispered, tongue flat against the underside of his cock.

The soldier dropped his head back, breathing heavy right before he came.

Peter smiled, lapping up what dripped down his cock before aiming him to let the rest spurt onto his chest.

By the time he was done, the young man was covered in cum. His face had streaks on it, some had caught in his hair, but the most was on his torso. It coated his chest and dripped down between the lines of his abs.

He scooped some up with his fingers, using it to coat his own cock as he resumed jerking himself off.

The room was silent save for the heavy breathing of his teammates and his own breathy whimpers.

All eyes were on him when he finally came himself, spilling over his fist and just adding to the mess that already covered him.

Things had never been so peaceful in the tower than when Peter had come in.

It was nice for things to be quiet after a fight.

#starker #winterspider #spidershield #thunderspider #nff #bri’s kinktober 2021 #this is just filth lol #peter parker #tony stark #steve rogers #bucky barnes #thor odinson #thor odinson x peter parker #bucky barnes x peter parker #peter parker x tony stark #steve rogers x peter parker #hope that’s everything

[lemonpeter]

🧡Day 1: Inc*st🧡

Really starting off strong huh lol anyway, this is very background heavy (I don’t know what happened but now I’m obsessed) and I hope y’all enjoy 🧡

Warnings: inc*st, nff, father/son (but they don’t know), Peter is 18 and an intern at SI, brief substance ab*se mention (and impaired s*x, not between starker)

***

Tony never wanted kids. The thought of someone depending on him in such a way made him feel sick. So he always did all that he could to ensure nothing would happen.

There was always room for accident, though.

***

Tony never wanted kids. The thought of someone depending on him in such a way made him feel sick. So he always did all that he could to ensure nothing would happen.

He never had sex without multiple levels of protection. And he was famous enough that people rarely tried to argue against it. Sleeping with him at all fulfilled what they wanted.

So things were perfectly fine. He never had an issue, he was always completely safe with his partners.

Except for this one night.

He was in a self-destructive episode, in the downward spiral before he hit rock bottom. Mixed every possible substance that shouldn’t have been mixed, impairing him until he wasn’t sure which way was up.

And he had a woman spiraling right along with him.

Her name was…Mary. Mary something. She was a scientist in some field, but he didn’t catch anything else. Or he just didn’t remember it. It didn’t matter anyways, they were both just wanting to ignore what was around them. What their lives had served them.

And maybe he forgot to ask if she was on birth control when he sloppily kissed over her neck.

Maybe he fumbled with the condom to the point where she whispered, “We’ll be fine,” and he believed her.

How it happened didn’t matter. All that mattered was that it did.

Tony didn’t even know.

He didn’t ask for her number the next morning, he just hid out in the bathroom, emptying his stomach of its entire contents while he waited for her to leave.

She was gone by the time he could see straight.

Thank god.

He never heard from her again.

Mary Parker and her husband died six years later and he never knew.

He didn’t know that they had a son. Or she did, at least. There was no way for him to know that the son had been passed along to his aunt and uncle when no other relative was found.

He never knew that Mary Parker had a son. And that her husband wasn’t the one who got her pregnant.

She never crossed his mind again after she left him.

***

Enter Peter.

Tony had new interns come in every year, typically college students that needed the credits, but sometimes someone special would come along.

Peter was a high school senior, but he was one of the smartest people that Tony had ever come across.

Tony had a job lined up for him as soon as he graduated if he wanted it. Not that he’d told him that yet.

He swore that he wasn’t a stalker. He had to prove to Pepper that he wasn’t giving too much attention to one intern over another, and for him that meant that he needed to stay away from Peter personally.

No matter how tempting it was. There had to be a family history of such genius, right? That kind of brains didn’t just occur at random.

But he didn’t look into him at all. He wouldn’t even let himself google search his name.

Oh, but he wanted to. He wanted to know everything there was to know about Peter Parker.

Although maybe he could just do it the old fashioned way. Minimal favoritism involved.

He spent months working with Peter. They became friends. Close friends.

It got to the point where Tony couldn’t help the smile he had when he looked into those warm brown eyes.

He felt it happen, it was official. Peter Parker had his heart.

It didn’t matter how wrong it was, he couldn’t help it. The young man had completely gotten hold of him.

And he hoped that it was mutual.

***

“Peter, can you stay back for a second?” Tony was still standing at the lab table, eyes scanning over the coding that they’d put in place during the session.

Like that was actually what was on his mind.

The young man looked up with wide eyes. Very deer-in-headlights. But it was so cute on him.

“Y-yeah! I actually needed to tell you something, so yes, I can definitely do that.”

Peter sounded a bit nervous which made Tony pause. Maybe his confession could wait a while. Maybe forever. Whatever was on Peter’s mind was infinitely more important to him.

“Okay, you first. I can follow up.” Tony tucked his hands into his pockets, leaning back against the table.

His cheeks burned. “No- no, you can go first. Don’t worry.”

The older man let out a breath. “Peter, you say what you need to. I can wait.”

Peter looked at him, face flushed. He hadn’t really meant to blurt out that he had something to say. He’d thought about it, sure. But he didn’t know-

His brain couldn’t keep up with his body and suddenly he was leaning up, pressing his lips to Tony’s.

The older man froze. It wasn’t what he’d expected at all. But then he relaxed into it, kissing back.

Who knew that they both had the same confession?

But it wasn’t supposed to be happening.

Tony pulled away once he finally got control of his senses again, raking a hand through his hair. “Pete, I’m supposed to be the adult here. I can’t be a good role model if I’m….”

When was he ever a good role model?

“Let me start again. I’m an adult. Kid, I’m old. Old enough to be your dad. And you’re…how old?”

“I turned eighteen in august,” he supplied helpfully.

At least it was legal.

“Eighteen. That’s a thirty year age difference.” Jesus, he was creepy. Falling for an eighteen year old. He couldn’t even buy alcohol for himself.

Peter blinked up at him. “So? I like you, Mr. Stark. I don’t care how old you are.”

Tony sighed softly. “You’re gonna be the death of me. And it’s Tony. If this is what’s happening, call me Tony.”

Even though it had been his plan to confess his feelings anyway, the guilt was still eating at him. He had fallen for a teenager who was just barely legal.

“What is happening, Mr.- Tony?”

Tony leaned in for another kiss, sighing softly. “What do you want to happen, kid?”

“Oh. Well, um, not to be blunt, but- I just- I mean- I really want you.”

He was cute. Innocent. But Tony could tell that what he meant was a bit less innocent.

“Are you sure? You realize this is a bad idea on...a lot of levels, right?”

Peter huffed softly, looking up at him with a stubborn expression. “I don’t care. We can be sneaky.”

Tony snorted. ‘Sneaky’ wasn’t really how he’d describe it, but he had to remind himself that his terms were a lot different than Peter’s. Different generations and all that.

He was horrible.

“Okay, kid. We can take this upstairs-” where there was no one to walk in on them. “-and talk about what exactly you’re thinking.”

“How about we don’t talk about it and we just...do?” Peter gave him a shy, devious smile.

“Uh huh. We’ll see.”

Tony grabbed his wrist gently, glancing in the hallway to make sure that no one was coming before he dragged him to the elevator.

Before he could get another word out, Peter’s lips were on his again. And this time there was more heat behind it.

He kissed back, eyes slipping shut just as the elevator doors did. Their lips pushed together insistently and he felt Peter’s tongue clumsily swiping over his lip.

He suppressed a laugh and parted his lips, allowing Peter to lead.

It was all so curious and clumsy that he wondered just how many times Peter had ever kissed anyone. If any. But that was a question for later.

The elevator dinged softly when they reached the penthouse and only then did they pull away from each other.

Tony led Peter out, instantly heading for his bedroom. Bad idea or no, he’d imagined such a scenario so many times. He didn’t want to waste any time.

“Tony?” Peter spoke up, eyes on the bed. “I know this is really straightforward, but I’m glad you, like, don’t hate me. I’ve thought about this...a lot.”

“You and me both,” the older man murmured. “Something I feel like we should cover before anything else...how far are you wanting to go?”

Peter chewed his lip. “Not to rush things, but I really really want to go all the way.”

“Well, not to rush things, but I want that too.” Tony gave him a small grin. “Do you have a preference?”

“Hmm?”

The confused look that he got made him feel guilty again. Just how much had Peter ever done with anyone else?

“Top or bottom, honey. Receiving or giving, pitching or catching, whatever you want to say. What do you want to do?”

Peter blushed, deciding to distract from the question at hand by pulling his shirt off.

It worked. Tony’s attention was instantly elsewhere, his eyes focused on his trim waist but hard muscle.

“Jesus, kid. That’s...wow.” If he wasn’t hard before, he was definitely getting there from seeing just what his innocent little intern was hiding under loose clothing.

“Like it?” The young man grinned to himself, one hand sensually sliding from the v of his hips up to his chest.

Perfect abs. Round, firm pecs. Jesus, Tony was entranced.

But he remembered what he’d asked. “Peter, top or bottom. What’s your preference?”

“I- I don’t...know.”

There it was.

Tony looked at him, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip quickly. “You’re a virgin.” It wasn’t a question. He knew it for sure. It wasn’t surprising.

Peter got defensive. “I’ve done some stuff.”

“Uh huh. What ‘stuff’?”

He refused to look at Tony, his eyes on his hands as he played with the button on his jeans. “I’ve given oral. Guys and girls. And I’ve gotten, like, a couple handjobs and blowjobs.”

Tony closed his eyes. “I shouldn’t be your first. This- Peter, this is such a bad idea. You should be with someone your own age.”

Peter made an indignant sound, popping the button on his jeans and unzipping them out of protest. “I don’t want someone my own age. I want you.”

He said it with such finality.

Tony stepped closer to the bed, his hands cupping Peter’s face gently. “You promise me you won’t regret this?”

“There’s nothing that could make me regret this.” Peter unbuckled Tony’s belt, slowly pulling it out of the loops before dropping it to the floor.

Tony nodded slowly, not fighting when Peter pushed his slacks down. It was really happening.

“Holy shit-” Peter’s eyes were wide. His eyes were fixed on the way that Tony’s dick was straining at the front of his tight boxers. There was a nervous look in his eyes.

“Good or bad?” Tony teased a little.

“Good. Good, oh man.” Peter reached down and squeezed himself hard. “So big….”

That was nice to hear. “You think so? Do you think you could take it, sweetheart?”

Peter’s fingers ghosted over the length slowly, making it twitch in its confines. “I...I want to try.”

Tony nodded. “We’ll make it fit. Let’s finish getting you undressed.” He pulled his own shirt off and tossed it to the floor before getting onto the bed next to Peter.

He finished pulling the young man’s zipper down and helped him shimmy out of his jeans. Peter’s thighs were gorgeous, Tony was nearly drooling over them. But he couldn’t get distracted.

“May I?” He met the young man’s eyes, his fingers slipping into the waistband of his boxers.

Peter nodded, breathing hard as he laid back more.

Tony slowly pulled the piece of clothing down, biting his lip when he watched Peter’s cock drop against his hip once it was no longer covered. “So hard for me, honey. Look at that.”

The younger man blushed darker. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, Tony….”

“God, me too. Me too, kid.” He pushed his own boxers off, unable to keep himself from wrapping one hand around himself and stroking slowly.

Peter watched him with wide eyes. “Okay. I want you inside me. Now.” He kicked his boxers away, grinning a little.

Tony laughed softly at his eagerness. “We have to get you ready first. Hold on, let me show you….”

Turns out that Peter was incredibly responsive to everything and by the time he was open enough for further activities Tony had already worked him through an orgasm.

If Peter was that responsive to just his fingers, he couldn’t wait to get his cock in him. And the young man was still raring to go.

Tony grabbed a condom - habit, it wasn’t like they were preventing anything - but Peter stopped him.

“Why can't we just do it…without?” He asked shyly.

“I mean…we can. But you’ll have to clean up and that can be annoying.”

“I want…I want to feel you. Is that okay?” Peter hid his face in his hands, embarrassed by the admission.

Tony nodded, biting back a smile. “Yeah. That’s okay.” He set the foil square down on the nightstand before moving back to the young man.

He got between his legs, hands sliding over the strong thighs he was met with. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, kid. I hope you know that.”

Peter smiled up at him, spreading his legs further. “Thank you, Tony….” He leaned back more, laying his head down. “Now hurry up,” he joked.

Grabbing the lube and slicking himself up, the older man shook his head. “Impatient,” Tony chided, laughing softly. But he was already moving to position his cock at the man’s hole, the tip brushing over him.

They both moaned softly, laughing a little at how in sync they were.

“Fuck me, Tony…please?”

The older man nodded, slowly pushing past the tight muscle with a groan. Even though he’d prepped him, Peter was still tight. Just perfectly so.

Peter was tightly gripping the sheets, popping a couple threads even, with the first movements.

It seemed like his effort was in vain, but he really wanted to try to last.

Tony bottomed out, hips pressed flush against Peter’s ass.

The younger man was whining low in his throat at the feeling. His cock twitched between them. He knew that if he was touched at all before he could calm down a little, everything would be over way before he wanted it to be.

“Need me to stay still?” Tony asked. He could tell that Peter was struggling.

He nodded quickly, squeezing his eyes shut. “Yes. Fuck.”

“Okay, honey. Don’t worry, we can take this at whatever pace you want.”

Peter nodded, trying to get a hold on how he was feeling.

It took him a couple minutes, but eventually he signaled Tony that he was okay. And he could start moving.

So he started slow, but Tony started thrusting when he was given the okay.

Peter moaned, mouth falling open around his noises.

He tightened around Tony’s cock, squeezing down with every movement. Then he cried out when a particularly deep thrust hit something that made him see stars.

“What was that?” Peter gasped, hips rocking up wildly.

Tony groaned, laughing a little through it. “I’m going to, fuck, I’m going to assume that was your prostate. Feels good, doesn’t it? I should have showed that to you when I was fingering you.”

“Do it again!”

The older man snorted, aiming for the same spot again as he picked up his pace. He held one of Peter’s legs, lifting it just enough so that he could get at a deeper angle. “I can try.”

From the increasingly louder noises he received, he assumed he succeeded.

He was so lost in the feeling of Peter that he missed how close to the edge his partner was getting. All that registered was how incredible (borderline painful) it felt when the younger man squeezed around him like that.

Then Peter was crying out louder and thrusting up as he spilled onto his stomach.

Tony swore under his breath. “God, Peter.” He watched him, subconsciously speeding up as he chased his own high.

“Tony!” Peter moaned, eyes squeezed shut as he rode out his high. It was the best orgasm he’d ever experienced, alone or otherwise.

But he slowly opened his eyes, wanting to watch Tony cum.

“I’m close too,” the older man moaned, speeding up again.

Peter moaned louder, feeling himself being pushed up the bed with the quicker pace. “Cum, Tony, please, want you to fill me up.”

He wasn’t so sure about dirty talk, but it could only be but so bad because Tony went still moments later. Peter felt the cock inside him pulse briefly before there was a smooth warmth spreading.

The thing itself felt odd, but thinking about what was happening almost made him cum again.

Actually-

His hand flew to his own dick and he quickly jerked himself off before he was cumming for a third time. It wasn’t nearly as good as the other two, but it was still incredible. Especially thinking about how good Tony still felt inside of him.

He opened his eyes when he heard Tony chuckling. “What?”

“You’re insatiable. And I’m amazed that you can just go again that fast.” The older man closed his eyes again, catching his breath.

He was almost in shock that it had actually happened. He had sex with Peter. After thinking about it for months, dreaming about it, it happened.

He slowly pulled out, laying next to the young man. He knew they were both messes, covered in sweat and cum and lube, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to hold Peter close before they had to go back to real life.

Tony gently wrapped his arms around him, just gathering him close while he pressed a kiss to the man’s temple.

He found out quickly that Peter’s dazed, relaxed post-sex state would only last for so long.

It was only minutes before the man was talking, whispering about anything and everything. And Tony happily listened.

He hummed softly, holding the younger man close to his chest. One hand gently carded through Peter’s soft curls as they talked quietly.

“My mom met you one time,” Peter murmured. “Before I was born. But she would never tell me about it. Just told me that it happened.”

Tony snorted softly. “Yeah, well, about when would that have been? I had a reputation for a reason.” But the confession started pulling at a memory. It couldn’t quite come to light, though.

“Ew.” The young man grinned at him. “But I guess you’re right. I don’t know, she was kinda weird about a lot of stuff. Not just that.”

“What do you mean?”

Peter sighed softly and Tony frowned. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked. But Peter started answering anyway.

“I don’t know who my actual dad is. She never told me. I vaguely remember her telling me that Richard was the only dad I needed, but nothing else.”

“You would have been so young,” Tony whispered. “Maybe she just figured it could be a conversation for another time.”

“But she wouldn’t tell anyone else. My aunt and uncle knew that Richard wasn’t actually my dad, but they were never told who was. And I guess it just…died with her.”

The older man nodded. “You could always do a paternity test, right?” Why was guilt pooling in his stomach?

Peter shrugged. “That’s assuming that my dad has done one too that we could match. And sometimes….” He trailed off.

“Sometimes what?” Tony kissed him gently, trying to soothe him.

“Sometimes I’m not sure that I want to know,” he confessed.

It made sense. But something was still trying to pull at Tony’s memory. Forming an idea slowly.

Although he wasn’t sure that he wanted to know the answers.

But he couldn’t just leave a question unasked. No matter how dark the potential answer.

“Peter…when did you say that your mom met me?”

The young man snuggled into him more, shaking his head. “I didn’t. I think it was…the year before I was born or so. Why? Do you remember?”

Tony tried to mentally do the numbers. He’d spent most of that year in a fog, but that had been the theme of that era in his life. But maybe…

“Are you okay?”

The older man closed his eyes, frowning as he tried to remember.

Parker. Had he been with a Parker? He couldn’t remember the occasion at all.

Maybe that was for the best.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m okay, was just trying to see if I remembered her. I’m sorry.”

Peter leaned up to kiss him gently, shaking his head. “Don’t be sorry. It’s not a big deal, really. Sometimes I just wonder about that stuff.”

Tony tried to assure himself that it wasn’t a big deal.

Maybe it was best to not have all the answers.

He had what he wanted. That was all that mattered.

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #my writing #bri’s kinktober 2021 #now I’ll go do all the schoolwork I’ve been ignoring lol #if you see this: yes the backstory is heavily influenced by that one rp we did where I came up with too much backstory #yeah

[lemonpeter]

🧡Day 8: Pet Play🧡

So this is actually a rewrite (sorta) of a fic from my very first kinktober lol I hope y’all enjoy 🧡

Warnings: puppy play, nff, r*mming, or*l, f*ngering

***

Tony loved to make Peter wait.

 His pup told him that he wanted some play time and he obliged, helping get all of his gear on. But that didn’t mean he was going to be easy on him. He had work to get done. 

Peter would be obedient. He always was. 

So Tony kept working, his laptop rested on the arm of the couch. While Peter waited, ever so patiently, at his feet. 

He liked testing his puppy’s limits. Not torturing him (despite what Peter might whine), just testing him. Seeing how good he could really be. 

Tony knew that Peter had been eager to get to playing. He counted on it. So he knew that the disappointment when they didn’t get right too it must have stung. 

But even still, Peter stayed obedient like the good puppy that he was. 

The older man glanced down at him, a fond smile playing at his lips. His partner was delightfully pouty, curled up at his feet. All of his gear was on, nano ears drooped and tail rested against his thigh. His thick leather collar stood out against his pale skin in a deep red, the tag laid against the hollow of his throat. 

“Tony’s”

He wanted to see that cute little nanotech tail wag.

 It had been a bit since he’d started working, so he figured that maybe it was time for some play. 

“Hey, puppy?” He started, breaking the silence. 

Peter’s ears instantly perked up and he turned his head to look up at Tony. He made an inquisitive noise as he cocked his head. 

“Hi, baby. You’ve been so good, waiting for me. Such a good boy,” he praised. “I think you deserve a treat.”

“Wuff!”

“I know, puppy.” Tony chuckled, patting his lap gently. “Okay, I think you can come up here. Allowed up on the furniture just this once.” 

Peter nodded quickly, instantly clambering up onto the couch. He knew what to do, facing away from his partner on all fours with his ass presented. His nanotech tail wagged, playful and eager. 

The older man looked over him, humming. “Pretty baby. So ready for his treat, hmm?” He reached over, gently tugging the tail plug by the base. 

Peter whined, hips pushing back. He wanted to speak, but puppies didn’t talk. So he just tried to convey what he wanted to through his actions. 

The plug was deep enough that it had been pushing against his prostate, keeping him hard the entire time that he was waiting. Every move sent sparks down his spine. 

Tony just toyed with it, teasingly tugging and twisting it. He knew it was driving his little puppy crazy. And he loved it. 

But he’d nearly had his fill with teasing. He did want to reward Peter.

So he didn’t waste any more time, leaning in. He held the plug up gently, just enough to give him some space to work with.

His tongue teased at Peter’s hole, wiggling back and forth gently. He hummed, relishing the musky taste of his partner mixed with the slight artificially sweet flavor of the lube they used.

 He almost forgot: he had planned this. It wasn’t as spontaneous as he wanted to act. 

His fingers kept carefully pulling the plug just enough to drive Peter crazy before he finally pulled it free. He watched how his puppy’s hole stretched around the widest part, biting back a moan. What a sight that was. 

Peter pushed his hips back again, effectively driving Tony’s tongue into him. 

The older man went with it out of surprise for a moment before pulling back, laughing. “Who’s in charge here?” Feisty. But he knew Peter just really needed the touch. He’d been teased for a while. 

Peter whined softly, looking back at him. The guilty, wide-eyed look that he had definitely conveyed “sorry” even when he couldn’t say the word. 

“I know, puppy. I’m gonna take care of you, don’t worry. Just let me do this.” Tony gave him a light warning swat on the ass before leaning back in to place a kiss on his rim.

He knew that nothing would last long, so he probably needed to speed things up. No use prolonging things indefinitely.

 He started eating Peter out like he was starving, spit and lube dripping down his chin before long. There was just something so appealing to him about making his partner feel good in such a way.

He couldn’t ignore how his pup’s empty hole fluttered and clenched around nothing, so he slid two fingers into him easily and began fucking him on those as well as his tongue.

 The fingers curled into just the right spot and he rubbed at the younger man’s prostate gently. It was already sensitive from being pressed by the plug and nudged for so long.

It didn’t take long before Peter knew that he was getting close, his moans getting louder as he felt his orgasm building. It was burning low in him, but rapidly getting stronger. 

Then suddenly Tony bit down on his rim in just the right way and he was cumming, his high washing through him with extreme force. 

His cum spurt out in thick ropes, his small cock jerking as he painted the buttery leather with his release.

 “Fuck!” Peter cried out, breaking his silence as he broke character with the sheer force of the pleasure of his orgasm. “Oh, Tony, it’s so so good,” he babbled.

The older man chuckled, pulling his mouth away but keeping his fingers moving slowly until Peter had come down from his high.

 “Was that good, pup?” Tony asked, pulling his fingers out and inspecting the mess that Peter had made as best he could from the angle he was at. 

He took the tired whimper that left Peter and the dazed look in his eyes as a yes. 

“Let me clean you up, puppy, and then-” he was cut off by an indignant huff from the young man. “What, you want me to leave you a mess?” 

Peter shook his head, lips in a pout. That wasn’t quite what he had been wanting. He pushed his hips back weakly again.

Tony hummed. “Ah, I think I see what the problem is. You want to keep going?” He asked, really hoping that was the case. His painful hard on straining in his slacks hoped that his assumption was right too.

“Wuff,” Peter mumbled, nodding quickly. He was tired, but would only need a couple of minutes to recover enough to really play. An upside of superpowers.

Tony nodded, smiling. “Okay, pup. Well, how about we move this to the bedroom?” He asked. But he didn’t really wait for an answer, as he didn’t expect one. “I don’t think I’m really in the mood to do this on the couch. Let’s take this to another location.”

He picked Peter up, the boy practically limp in his arms. He walked towards their room, ready for some real play time with his puppy.

They could clean the couch later. That could wait. His pup came first. 

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #my writing #tw puppy play #bri’s kinktober 2021 #starker nff #i finished this instead of starting an assignment thats due in two hours #yall had better like it lol

[lemonpeter]

🧡Day 16: Bl@ckmail🧡

I don’t know what happened here 👀 but I hope y’all enjoy lol 🧡

I forgot to tag againnnn: @sarcastich @starkerhead @pantastic-peach @winterthal @romannticparker @momothequeenblog

Warnings: bl@ckmail, infidelity (Tony is married)

***

“You’re a very powerful man, Mr. Stark. I like that.” Peter smiled at him. His expression was sweet, which was a harsh contrast to his reason for being there.

Tony bit his tongue, still looking through the stack of pictures that the photographer had handed him.

Dozens of pictures. Photographic proof of his infidelity, with half a dozen different people. Some…more scandalous than others.

It would break Pepper’s heart if she saw. And completely ruin his image. For more reason than one.

“And what’s that got to do with anything?” He set the pictures down harshly, the snap of them hitting the desk echoing through the room.

“I’ll tell you. Aaaaaaall your power,” Peter looked at him, a glint in his eye. “-is in my hands. I could bring you down in a second with these.”

The older man leaned back in his chair, heart pounding. “And what would you gain from that?”

“A reputation of my own. Anyone able to bring down a man like you would have a lot of power of their own.” Peter grabbed the stack and flipped through the photographs.

“And what do you want?” He had to want something. Because if he didn’t, the pictures would already be on every news site that ever existed. Tony knew how these things worked.

He expected a huge sum of money. Maybe a high position at the company. Something that could still make things fall apart.

The photographer grinned at him, leaning in closer.

“I want you.”

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #my writing #bri’s kinktober 2021 #tw blackmail #tw infidelity

[lemonpeter]

🧡Day 17: Branding🧡

I don’t know what this is. I forgot this was on my list so this is what came from the prompt lol

Warnings: branding, pain, blood mention, unhealthy relationships, brief d@ddy k!nk

***

Tony watched the metal glow red hot as he heated it up, the flames warming his face.

He glanced backwards to his boy as he waited for it to get hot enough, smiling fondly.

Peter was perfect. Never left his side, never fought him. He’d been perfectly obedient and pliable since day one. Tony couldn’t ask for anyone better to be by his side.

But it seemed that others had doubts.

His opposers would taunt him. Tell him that Peter was nothing more than a street whore. That his boy was sneaking behind his back with others.

Or some wanted to say that he was the unfaithful one. Like he’d ever want anyone other than his baby.

He would put a stop to that.

He pulled the metal piece from the flames, inspecting it for a moment before bringing it over to Peter.

“Are you sure, daddy?” The young man said softly, fear in his eyes as he looked at the branding iron that Tony held.

“I am, baby. People need to know that we’re only for each other. Convince them.” He handed the iron to his boy, rucking his shirt up to expose his abdomen.

Peter gulped, nodding slowly. “Okay, daddy….”

Ever the obedient boy.

He pressed the hot metal to Tony’s skin, squeezing his eyes shut and pulling it away quickly.

The older man bit down on his tongue until he tasted blood, holding in the scream that desperately wanted to come out.

Tears sprung up in Peter’s eyes as he watched Tony fight to hide the pain that it caused. “I’m sorry, daddy.”

“It’s okay,” Tony breathed. It wasn’t okay. It hurt like a bitch. But he needed Peter to know that he didn’t need to be sorry.

“Do you want to do mine now?” The young man whispered, eyes on the angry red mark that blemished Tony’s skin with his initials.

“No, baby. I think we’ll find something a little gentler for you.” He didn’t want to put his baby through pain like that.

But now no one would doubt his loyalty. It made it worth it.

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #my writing #bri’s kinktober 2021 #tw pain #tw branding #yeah this is out of my comfort zone lol #not sure you’ll ever see this one from me again but I wanted to fill it since it’s on the list lol

[lemonpeter]

🧡Day 15: Ritual🧡

I reread the first omegaverse fic I ever read (still unfinished cri) and this happened lol I hope y’all enjoy 🧡

Tagging: @pantastic-peach @momothequeenblog @sarcastich @starkerhead @romannticparker @winterthal

Warnings: omegaverse, m@ting ritual, public s*x, biting

***

Tony smiled lazily as he looked over his sweet omega.

Or who was soon to be his omega, at least.

It was the time that they’d been waiting for. Ever since they’d decided that they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. That was the hard part, navigating the relationship and being sure that they wanted to be together.

The bonding was the easy part.

They’d invited their packs and other friends to the ceremony and it was nearly time.

Peter looked gorgeous, wrapped in white lace with a small bouquet of orchids clutched in his hands. He was nervous, but not because he was bonding with Tony. He was just nervous for everyone seeing.

Tony smoothed his hands down his own thighs, watching his omega-to-be closely. “You’re okay,” he mouthed to him. “I love you.”

The omega smiled a little, instantly relaxing with the reassurance.

He glanced around the room, seeing their friends chatting among themselves while they waited. His heart thudded in his chest as he thought about what was going to happen again.

He looked over himself, taking in the thin fabric that covered him. He knew that everyone could easily see anything that they wanted to.

Although that was almost the point, wasn’t it.

The room hushed as the ceremony started. Peter and Tony were snuggled up to each other as soon as they were allowed, listening to the officiant for the right time.

“…now, the alpha and omega may solidify their bond with a mating bite.”

The officiant was still talking, explaining the aftermath and how the rest of the ceremony was to go. But the couple was paying no attention to him, they were in their own world.

“Are you ready?” Tony whispered, lips ghosting over the soft bonding gland on his partner’s neck.

“Yes. Please, alpha, bond me.” Peter closed his eyes, gasping when he felt teeth. Then he whined loudly when Tony bit down, gripping the alpha’s arm tightly.

It really hurt. But he was finally Tony’s.

He vaguely heard his alpha tell him to match the mark, clumsily finding his gland and biting down. It was way weaker than Tony’s bite, but it would still leave a mark and form a bond. That was all that mattered.

The alpha flinched a little, but didn’t make a sound.

Their audience cheered, whooping and shouting their congratulations.

“As I mentioned before, the couple has chosen to consummate their bond here. If anyone wishes to leave now, they may.” The officiant looked at the couple, guiding them to an area on the floor.

It was little more than a mattress on the floor to begin with, but Peter had built up a nest around it for a more comfortable and personal feel.

Tony took Peter’s hand, leading him to the nest and gently laying him down. “Just pretend it’s only us here,” he whispered. “Just you and me.”

The omega nodded, cheeks flushed. He wasn’t sure that he could pretend that, but he could try.

It was a big thing. A bit unconventional, but that was how they liked it. It was a ritual in itself for the head alpha to have his omega for the first time in the presence of his pack.

It just didn’t typically follow the actual mating ceremony. But they liked doing things differently.

Tony’s hands slid over Peter’s hips, playing with the lace that covered him. “You look incredible in this,” he whispered.

One hand trailed down between the omega’s legs, feeling until he found the open spot in the lace. Made specially for this exact event.

“Already wet for me,” the alpha teased lightly.

Peter closed his eyes, blushing darker. “Can’t help it, alpha.”

All eyes were on the couple as they came together, joined as one for the first time as mates.

Nothing could have been more perfect.

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #my writing #bri’s kinktober 2021 #tw omegaverse #tw biting #part 1 of me trying to catch up with short fics all today lol

[lemonpeter]

🧡Day 18: Captivity🧡

Tangled vibes? Not sure what happened lol I hope y’all enjoy 🧡

Warnings: implied kidn@pping, dr*gging, captivity, m@nipulation

***

“Why can’t I just go with you?” Peter whined. “I haven’t been able to go anywhere since I got here, please.”

Tony watched him, unamused. “You know the rules, Peter. You have to stay here.”

He couldn’t let him out. Not with the boy’s face plastered on missing posters all over the country. He couldn’t risk anyone seeing him.

“But I hate being here! I hate being stuck here all day, I don’t understand why I can’t just go on a walk with you!” He was mad now.

That wouldn’t do. Tony’s baby was never mad. But he could fix it.

“Come here,” the older man ordered, tone stern.

Peter reluctantly went to him, clearly still upset. “I just want to go out.”

“I know, baby. But I can’t risk anything happening to you.” Tony reached out, pulling him close.

He moved to sit down, lifting the young man into his lap. He felt Peter trying to pull away so he knew that he had to act fast.

He reached into his pocket, pulling out what looked like a brightly colored candy. “Let’s calm down for a second, okay? Eat this and we can talk about going out.”

Peter gave him a look, but opened his mouth anyway. Tony set the candy on his tongue and he closed his mouth again, letting it dissolve.

It was sweet, but had a chemical note to it that scared him.

But as soon as he had the thought, it was gone.

What was he worried about?

Tony gently scratched Peter’s head, smiling at the pleased noise he got. “I know you like that, puppy.”

It was already working. Thank god, he didn’t like when Peter got upset. Luckily, it would have him out before long. He could have some more time to avoid the topic of Peter leaving.

The young man nodded sleepily. “Feels good….”

“Good. Want my baby to feel good, yeah? My sweet boy,” Tony praised. “You need to rest, okay? It’s okay to go to sleep right now.”

Peter nodded again, movement sluggish. He did want to sleep. It was sounding more appealing with every second that passed.

He had forgotten all about…whatever he had been trying to ask before. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was going to sleep in Tony’s lap.

He was out only seconds later, breathing evening out as he went lax against the older man.

Tony watched him, expression fond for a moment before it dropped completely. “You need to stop fighting, puppy. You’re not going anywhere.”

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #my writing #bri’s kinktober 2021 #tw kidnapping #tw captivity #tw manipulation

[lemonpeter]

🧡Day 20: Kn!fe Play🧡

Sorry I haven’t posted for a couple days, life happens and my motivation has been pretty low. I hope y’all enjoy 🧡

Warnings: kn!fe play, nff, soft s*xy time, safew0rd use

***

“What, doll? Change your mind?” Bucky grinned down at the younger man who shivered and cried out.

The sharp tip of the knife bit into Peter’s thigh, pulling a weak gasp out of him even as he tried not to move.

The danger aspect of the play was what got him worked up. His cock throbbed in his jeans at the thought of how easy it would be for Bucky to hurt him.

The actual sharp factor made him nervous, though.

“Yellow,” he said quickly, sitting up once his partner dropped the knife.

“Okay, baby. What’s on your mind?” The older man questioned instantly.

Peter took a deep breath. “I like it. I’m just worried about actually getting hurt,” he admitted.

He trusted Bucky. But the fear had started overpowering that trust once there was an actual weapon to his skin.

Bucky met his eyes, nodding. “Okay. What if I promise you that this couldn’t really hurt you?”

Peter made a face. “Imagining that isn’t going to change the fact that it’s-“

He yelped when the older man picked the knife up again and slid it across his leg.

Except…nothing happened.

“It’s plastic!” Peter slapped Bucky’s arm. “Are you serious? It felt so sharp!”

Bucky laughed, unable to help himself. “The tip is sharpened slightly to feel that way, but it still can’t hurt you. The rest is all in your head.” He tapped his index finger to his partner’s temple.

“I thought you had a real knife to me.”

“That was the point. I know you like the idea of it, but don’t want to be hurt. I figured this would fix that. But I wouldn’t tell you so you still got off on the thrill part.” Bucky shot him a grin.

Peter sighed dreamily. “I love you. You’re so perfect.”

“I love you too. Now. What’s your color?”

“Green.”

#winterspider #peter parker #bucky barnes x peter parker #peter x bucky #bucky barnes #my writing #bri’s kinktober 2021 #tw knives

[lemonpeter]

🧡Day 7: Glory Hole🧡

Technically still on the 7th! For me (half an hour left!) lol y’all I’m trying so hard, I promise. I hope y’all enjoy 🧡

Warnings: nff, Peter doesn’t know it’s Tony on the other side until the end

***

It had been about six weeks since Peter started his new…hobby.

He couldn’t call it a job, he wasn’t paid for it. Although occasionally some of his visitors would slip bills through the hole, just a tip (ha). It was usually the ones he saw regularly, but sometimes some others did.

But he enjoyed it. He didn’t care how it looked, or how it would sound if he actually admitted to it.

He just really liked sucking dick.

He wasn’t necessarily ashamed of it, per se. But people not knowing made it a lot easier to be casual about the whole thing.

And a glory hole made it even easier to keep quiet.

He discovered it when he decided to try out a new bar, something Mr. Stark mentioned offhand at some point.

It hadn’t seemed like the man’s scene at all. It was dark, dingy, and incredibly sketchy.

Then the bartender gave him a look up and down and asked if he was there for the back.

Peter had no idea what he meant, but he instantly replied with yes. And hoped that he wouldn’t get murdered.

And it absolutely worked out.

He’d hardly regretted it, most of the guys that he’d met had been absolutely incredible. Although he definitely had a favorite.

He didn’t give his name, just wanted Peter to call him sir. Which he was definitely agreeable with. And he always gave the young man a tip.

Both of these things would easily make him Peter’s favorite, but the cherry on top was how perfect his cock was.

Not too big, not too small. Big enough that Peter’s inner mild size queen was pleased, but small enough that he never had to worry about dislocating his jaw or anything. And he was gorgeously thick, veined, and cut.

He’d become Peter’s ideal dick.

He visited often, nearly every time that he knew Peter would be there. Which was…pretty often. Although lately he’d been away more. Something about a business trip or something.

It made him wonder with a thrill if maybe he was an employee at Stark Industries. The young man knew that they’d just had an out of state trip.

Peter always knew it was him by his knock. Two quick raps on the wall followed by one longer knock. It was simple, but it worked.

The young man’s heartbeat sped up every time he heard it.

“Sir?” He asked hopefully, although he already knew the answer every time.

“Hey, honey. Did you miss me?” Sir’s voice was always teasing, but sweet at the same time.

Peter laughed a little. “Maybe. Did you miss me?” He shot back, biting his lip.

He heard a zipper and got excited again, sitting up on his knees.

Sir chuckled. “You know I did, sweetheart. I always miss you when I can’t see you.”

“Was your trip good at least?” Peter got ready, eyes on the hole. He couldn’t see much through it, just the man’s hands and how he was pushing down his unzipped pants.

He was nearly drooling as soon as he saw him get his cock out.

“It was alright. Not the best, not the worst. Just glad to be back home. Back here with you.”

With the sentiment, Sir pushed his dick through the hole.

Peter laughed. “Such a charmer. But I’m glad you’re back too,” he admitted. He slowly wrapped his fingers around the cock, humming.

Sir moaned before speaking again. “I knew you missed me. I knew it.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re so smart. Do you want to go fast or slow today?”

“Fast.”

Peter whined, which got him a chuckle from the other side.

“I know, I’m not happy about it either. But I have to meet someone soon so I don’t have much choice.”

The young man sighed, but he understood. In fact-

He checked his phone, groaning a little. And not in the sexy way. He forgot that he had to meet Tony in the lab to go over a couple things. So he didn’t have much time either.

“You okay over there?”

“What? Oh, yeah. Just realized I’ve got to run soon too. So we need to do it fast.”

“Then I guess you’d better get to it,” Sir teased, thrusting his hips slightly forward.

Peter nodded, hand still stroking him slowly while he leaned forward and kissed the tip.

He sighed happily, always so pleased to have this cock. “I really have missed this, Sir.”

“I know, baby. Come on, we don’t have much time.”

The young man nodded, slowly but surely taking the full length into his mouth until it slipped into his throat. He squeezed his left thumb hard in a fist, hoping it would continue to dull his gag reflex.

He didn’t choke, so he figured it worked.

God, he was so happy.

***

Sir was breathing heavily, slowly pulling his cock from Peter’s lips and moving away from the hole.

There was a moment of silence before either of them spoke.

“I guess we both have to get going, huh?” Peter commented, voice rough.

Sir hummed. “I guess we do. Thank you. It was nice to…well, not see you, but you know. Nice to be here again.”

“It was nice to have your dick in my mouth again,” the young man replied teasingly. “But yeah. I’ve gotta run if I want to catch the subway now.” He started standing.

“I’ll drive you over there. It’s not a big deal.”

Peter made a face. “Excuse me? I know we talk and all but we’re not supposed to-“

“See each other? Come on, Peter. Haven’t you recognized me by now?”

“Wh-what?” His cheeks burned red at the words. He was caught. But how?

“I know it’s you, honey. Don’t play dumb.” Tony hummed softly.

Peter could hear the sound of the older man’s pants being zipped up, a hot flash burning through him as he was reminded of what he’d done. “How? How did you-“

“I saw you slip in here a while back. I came to talk to you, give you some sort of lecture on why you didn’t need to be in such a dirty, sketchy place.”

“Rude. But you didn’t.”

“I didn’t. Because I’m a bad man and I was tempted to know what the other men were getting from you. And once I felt your mouth I wasn’t ever going back.”

“So you didn’t say anything.” Peter covered his face. He couldn’t believe that it had all been a trick. “Mr. Stark.”

“I know, honey, I know.” He went silent for a second, thinking. “This doesn’t have to be the end of…this. I mean, I don’t know if what you like is the anonymous part or not, but hey. I’d be happy to discuss keeping this going. Without a wall between us.”

Peter was beyond embarrassed. But he couldn’t deny that he didn’t hate the idea.

He’d have to think about it.

He really did love Tony’s cock. He wasn’t sure that he could live with the loss.

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #my writing #bri’s kinktober 2021 #I’m so busy right now #but I am trying

[lemonpeter]

🧡Days 5 and 6: Formal Wear and Tender🧡

Combining these two days to catch up a little 🧡 I hope everyone enjoys

Warnings: nff, clothing k*nk, public s*x

***

There was little in life that got Tony more worked up than seeing Peter dressed up.

His boyfriend was very fond of oversized sweaters, hoodies, and tee shirts. It was the majority of what he had growing up, so it was how he was comfortable. The only suit he had growing up was ill-fitting every time he wore it, whether it was too big or too small, making him trip over the pant legs or riding up his ankles.

And he only ever wore it to funerals. And his sophomore homecoming.

So dressing up just wasn’t his thing. He didn’t have anywhere to go dressed like that anyway.

Until he and Tony got together years later. Then there were dinners, galas, and parties galore. And no matter how much he wished he could, he couldn’t get away with wearing jeans and a sweater.

Tony nearly combusted the first time he took Peter to get something tailored.

He finally convinced his partner that he needed at least a basic pants and jacket combo for some events. And Peter wasn’t happy, but he agreed to go get fitted.

Tony was a goner as soon as Peter stepped out of the fitting room.

“Holy shit.” It slipped out before he could think, eyes taking in the figure standing before him.

The younger man huffed, cheeks flushed. “Is that good or bad?” He crossed his arms, fitted shirt pulling tight across his back as he did.

Tony opened his mouth to reply, a strangled sound coming out at first. Then he cleared his throat and tried again. “Good. Really good, honey.”

He felt like a teenager. Stumbling over his words and blushing like someone going on their first date. It was embarrassing.

Peter, however, seemed pretty amused by it. “Tony? You okay?” He turned to look in a mirror, humming. “I mean, it’s definitely not bad. Pants are a little tight.”

Tony knew how that felt. His own were feeling a bit snug as he looked over Peter, eyes trailing over the curve of his spine down to the swell of his ass.

“That’s how they’re supposed to fit, Peter.”

“Oh. Well then they’re perfect.” He laughed softly, his hands smoothing over his hips. “I like it, but I don’t even want to know how much this costs.”

“Don’t worry about that. It’s already paid for, so you won’t even see a price tag. I don’t want you to worry about it. It’s a necessity for your closet now.” Tony had trouble keeping his thoughts straight, looking over how the suit fit his boyfriend. It was all perfect and was driving him crazy.

The younger man turned to look at him again, an exasperated but fond look on his face. “Thank you, Tony.”

“No, thank you.”

“Why- oh.” Peter laughed, eyes falling to the bulge in Tony’s jeans. “Seriously? What did it?”

“You. In this. I don’t know, it’s just so different than usual and just….” He let out a deep breath. “It’s a really good look on you.”

“You think so?” Peter stepped closer to him, grinning. He rested his hands on Tony’s shoulders before sliding around to hold onto him gently. “Maybe you should help me...get it off.” He nodded his head towards the fitting room. “How’s that sound?”

Tony was already halfway to standing. “Please.” He kissed Peter quickly. He knew he was eager, it seemed a bit like he was the young, easily worked up one in the relationship. But it was just the effect that the suit had on him. Or Peter in the suit, that was.

The younger man laughed, almost a giggle, as he pulled Tony towards the small room. It probably wasn’t the best idea, but they were the only people in the shop for the moment and the tailor had stepped away. It could only be but so bad. And Tony could always deal with any fallout, like he always did.

Peter slipped behind the curtain, pulling it closed again once he and Tony were both inside. He giggled when his boyfriend pressed him against the wall, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. “I think it’s really hot. How worked up this got you. I’ll have to remember that.”

Tony hummed, pressing a light kiss to the side of his neck. “You will, will you? Gonna use it some time in the future?”

The younger hummed, pleased. He loved neck kisses. Especially when they were so gentle. His partner’s facial hair lightly scratching at his sensitive skin. “I might. It feels like a good thing to have tucked away, y’know?”

Tony chuckled. “If you say so, honey.” He rested his hands on Peter’s hips, slowly kissing up the younger man’s neck.

Peter carefully unbuttoned Tony’s jeans, slipping his hand inside until he was able to wrap his fingers around his boyfriend’s cock. He loved the soft moan that he got in response.

“I love you,” he whispered, tilting his head back more. Inviting for more kisses.

Tony breathed harder against his neck, hips twitching forward slightly. “I love you too.”

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #my writing #bri’s kinktober 2021 #starker nff #y’all I’m so busy lol #thank you for being patient with me #I’m really doing my best

[lemonpeter]

🧡Day 3: S*x Work🧡

Harry has my brain right now I’m sorry lol I’m trying to think about Tony instead. I hope y’all enjoy 🧡

Warnings: Tony/Peter main focus, established Harry/Peter relationship, starker nff, s*x worker!Peter, Peter is over 18

***

Tony knew what was going on as soon as he saw the young man.

It wasn’t unusual for a host of an event to show up with someone hired. It looked good to have something pretty on your arm, and a hire was an easy fix when there wasn’t a partner in their life.

Although it did shock him to see a man on the arm of one Harry Osborn.

It was practically Harry’s coronation, a prince taking the throne of CEO. And Tony expected that he’d continue to be sucking up to his father. Doing everything just as he expected.

The looks of disdain that Norman kept throwing the two young men told Tony that he had been mistaken.

Who knew.

No matter what, the man was gorgeous. And was really good at his job.

He laughed at just the right moments, he mingled with every stuck up guest surrounding them, he gave the younger Osborn looks that could have fooled anyone into believing that they were actually in love.

Anyone but Tony, of course. He knew how it all worked.

After a while he lost track of the couple. He did some mingling of his own with business partners and former clients until the few drinks he had told him that it was time to find a restroom.

The venue was unfamiliar, so he found himself wandering down the hall and looking for signs that would lead him in the right direction.

Eventually he found a door that seemed right and he opened it before slamming it shut again. “Sorry!”

The image of that gorgeous arm candy on his knees was burned into his memory, though.

“Fuck.” He heard Harry mumble through the door. “Get up, someone’s already looking for us, Pete.”

A heavy sigh. “We’ve barely done anything. We can keep going for a minute-“

Tony was frozen, listening to them.

The door opened a moment later and he came face to face with a very flushed Osborn.

“Oh, fuck. Of course it was you.”

“I was just looking for a bathroom,” Tony blurted out. “Not looking for you.”

Harry didn’t look convinced. “Please just- don’t tell anyone. Although I know you have no reason to do me any favors.”

“Tell anyone what? Kid, I’m pretty sure that’s his job. No one cares.”

The other man stepped out, still straightening himself out. “Contrary to popular opinion, I’m not here as an escort.”

“So you’re not-“ Tony didn’t buy it. Although maybe he was just hoping for his own sake.

Knowing that the angel in front of him was out of reach just might have broken his heart. He was that attracted to him. But he just couldn’t help it.

“I am. I mean, not an escort per se...” The young man crossed his arms. “But this isn’t a job.”

Harry groaned, covering his face. “I’m pretty sure this is making it worse, Pete.”

The other man - Pete? - just looked up at Tony, cocking his head to the side. “But it doesn’t matter. Harry, we’re out tonight, we’re out. Who cares what he says to anyone?”

Tony was stuck on the previous thing. “So you are a- well, whatever you want to call it?”

“Yes. I can give you my information if you want. And I don’t need a title, just call me Peter.”

He did want. He definitely did want that. But he was still confused. “If this isn’t a job then, what-“

“We’re together.”

That definitely wasn’t what he was expecting. He might have even staggered back a bit with how surprised he was. But maybe that was just his flair for the dramatic. It really was pretty shocking, though.

“O….Kay.” He’d ask later. For now, he was sticking with the information he had. And he had to find out how to get time with gorgeous Peter.

“How much for an hour?” Tony asked.

Peter didn’t miss a beat. “A grand.” At an annoyed sound from Harry he laughed. “But I’m not available for the next few hours.”

“I’ll pay ten if you’ll be with me right now.”

The couple exchanged a look. “Half an hour,” Harry countered.

“Sure, whatever you say.” Tony grinned. “Get back out to your party. Promise I’ll return him to you in one piece.”

Peter snorted, setting a timer on his phone. “Your thirty minutes starts now. What do you have in mind?”

Harry watched them warily. He kissed Peter’s cheek, sighing. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too. It’ll be fast, don’t worry.”

Tony scoffed. “Was that an attack on my stamina? Because-“

“Thirty minutes isn’t long, Stark. That’s it.” Peter grinned. “So defensive.”

“You’re wasting my time, Osborn. Skedaddle.” Tony waved his hands.

Peter snorted, pulling him into the same room that they’d come out of.

Tony grinned at him. “Feisty. I like it.”

“Okay. Seriously, what do you want? Because we really don’t have that much time.” Peter was already reaching for Tony’s belt.

“First? I’m actually going to go find a bathroom. What I was trying to do before all this.” He felt a little bad about interrupting them, but figured that they could pick up where they left off later. And the thought that he once again pissed off an Osborn made him smile.

“K. Should I just wait here?” Peter moved his hands and leaned against the wall.

“Why would you follow me? Yes, stay here. Just a minute.” Tony opened the door again before pausing. “I still...don’t know where it is.”

“Maybe I should follow you.” Peter laughed under his breath. “You were, like, two doors off. To the left.”

“Thanks. Don’t go anywhere.”

Tony left and was back within a couple minutes, but he knew that he had very little time to waste. Half an hour wasn’t much at all.

Although he would definitely be getting Peter’s contact information for another time.

He was back in the small room where he left Peter, raising an eyebrow when he saw the younger man with his tie loose and shirt unbuttoned. “Eager?”

“Figured I wouldn’t just stand here while I waited. What, is this not what you wanted?” Peter teasingly moved his hands over his chest.

And how did he keep getting more and more perfect? The unbuttoned shirt revealed hard abs and a v that nearly made Tony drool. There needed to be statues of that body. He was halfway to thinking through the costs of such a thing when Peter’s laugh snapped him out of it.

“Down, boy.”

Tony snorted, a little surprised. “I’m not paying you to tell me to stop ogling. Remember, I’m way overpaying you for this.”

“It’s my personal time. I get to decide what’s overpaying.” Peter stepped forward, his fingers starting to unbutton Tony’s shirt. “Now. You have like…twenty three minutes left.”

“Half of what’s gone was because your boyfriend wouldn’t leave.”

“Mmm. You could have taken advantage of your time anyways. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s seen me with a client.”

Why was that so appealing to think about?

“Right. Well, first I actually want to talk. Is that okay?” Tony didn’t stop him from slowly unbuttoning his shirt anyway.

Peter nodded, confused. Everyone wanted to jump right into the good stuff, especially with such a short time. Although he never usually did less than two hours.

Maybe he was just curious as to what Tony had in mind.

“Alright. So you said you and Osborn are a thing, how long has that been going on?” He really had so many questions about that alone.

“Officially? Today’s our first time being out together. But we’re been a couple for a little over a year now. But we’ve known each other our whole lives. Grew up together and all that.” Peter made his way down Tony’s shirt as he talked, until it was hanging open.

“Huh. That’s interesting, I always assumed he was straight. Scandals with girls, yknow.” Tony slid his jacket and now-open shirt off.

The younger man nodded, hands on Tony’s hips. “Yeah, everyone assumed. But he hid it for a reason. His dad is pissed. And we knew he would be. So he just…tried to look one way. Threw everyone off.”

“Did a good job. I’ve never seen you before,” Tony commented. “I would have remembered.”

“That’s because I’m not associated with the company in any way. And the media isn’t interested in a random kid from Queens.” Peter shrugged, undoing Tony’s belt.

“Interesting.” The older man helped. “Well, I think that’s most of my questions. Can I touch you?”

Peter nodded, laughing a little. “You can. And happy to answer.” It was more than he would have answered with anyone else. He wasn’t really sure why he was so open with Stark. “What are you thinking you want me to do?”

“I wouldn’t be mad if you wanted to get on your knees for me, honey.” Another thing popped into his head as he watched him get down. “So he’s okay with this? Being in a relationship while being in sex work?”

The younger man nodded, pulling Tony’s pants down his hips and thighs. “Yeah. I think sometimes he gets a little jealous but we work it out. We talk. I assure him that he’s the only one I actually love.”

Tony licked his bottom lip, nodding. “That makes sense. Alright, now I’m done. I don’t want to talk about him any more, I just want to think about you, gorgeous. Is that okay?”

“Perfectly okay.” Peter got his boxers down and let the man’s cock rest against his cheek. “Let’s really get started….”

***

They went over the half hour.

Not by much, only a couple minutes, but still. Tony noticed. And he mentioned it. But Peter only waved him off and finished getting him off.

They straightened themselves out when they were done and Tony pulled his phone out.

“I should have done this first, but do you have some kind of account I need to send the money to? Or-“

Peter shook his head quickly, taking his phone and adding himself as a contact. “Just think of this as a…test run. I’d feel bad charging you all that for one bj.”

Tony blinked, taking his phone back when it was pressed into his hands. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Now go away, I’ll come in in a minute. We don’t need to look like we’re coming in together.” Peter pulled his own phone out and winced when he saw how swollen his lips were.

“Okay. Thank you.”

The young man shot him a small smile. “No problem.”

Tony made his way back to the ballroom, still trying to make sense of everything that happened.

He made eye contact with Harry as he came in and gave him a small nod. He didn’t know what else to do, his mind still fogged by everything.

He’d definitely be calling Peter soon.

#starker #parksborn #starker nff #I’m fixated okay lol I warned you #peter parker #tony stark #harry osborn #my writing #bri’s kinktober 2021 #idk what all to even tag this lol #don’t come after me I’m just tagging things correctly #been there done that #block the tags you don’t like

[lemonpeter]

🧡Day 2: Public S*x🧡

I literally could only think of Harry x Peter scenarios for this fic (I’m seriously fixated I’m sorry) but finally shook this little thing out of my brain lol I hope y’all enjoy 🧡

Warnings: nff, 6 9, public s*x

***

“You’re a menace, you know that?” Tony shook his head. “I’m supposed to be on right now.”

Stark Expo. He hadn’t hosted one in over a decade, since the whole Hammer/Vanko incident, but he’d decided to try and revive it again. He had hope for it.

Of course, things were made exceptionally difficult when his boyfriend couldn’t keep it in his pants.

Peter grinned down at him with his mask pulled halfway up his face, dropped down from the ceiling on a web. He tried to go on patrol, just so that he could stay away so Tony could work, but he just couldn’t help himself. There was something about the whole thing that got him so damn worked up. “I know, I know. But we can be fast.”

“That’s what you said the other…what, four times today? I don’t know that you’re going to get anything else out of me, honey. I’m not young and superpowered like you.”

The younger man pouted, leaning in for a kiss. “Mmmm, but you’re sexy and powerful and I-“

Tony quickly put a hand over his mouth when he heard voices close by.

Peter got a flash of ice water in his veins when he heard, but it heated quickly. People could find them at any moment.

That was so fucking hot.

He moved Tony’s hand away, biting his lip. “Let’s do this,” he whispered.

Tony laughed softly, smiling fondly. “I say again, you’re a menace. But what do you have in mind?”

Peter grinned at him. “Let’s sixty-nine like this.”

“Like this?” The older man looked at how Peter was suspended from the ceiling, raising an eyebrow. “Will you be able to stay steady?”

“Maybe! Pleeeeeease, baby, it’ll be so much fun.” And risky. Which just turned him on that much more.

Tony’s tongue slid over his bottom lip as he thought about it. “What if someone comes over here? It’s kinda hard to ignore the bright red and blue.” Maybe he needed to work on the color scheme some.

Peter leaned in again, lips brushing against his partner’s ear. “Let them see.”

He wasn’t sure where the confidence came from. But he wasn’t going to take it back. Maybe he’d be embarrassed later, but for now it was only fueling the situation.

The older man leaned against the wall, nodding. “You’re…mmm, you’ve gotten bolder,” he murmured.

Peter smiled a little, slowly lowering himself until he was eye level with Tony’s zipper. “Maybe I have. Do you like it?”

“I love it, baby.” He slid his hands over the younger man’s hips, finding the hidden seam and slipping his fingers between the two pieces of the suit. “There we go. I knew this was a good idea.”

He pushed at the tight bottom piece, getting it just over Peter’s hips and barely under his cock before it wouldn’t budge anymore. “I guess this is how we’re doing this. Your position makes this difficult,” he mumbled.

“We can make it work.” Peter undid Tony’s slacks and pushed them down to his thighs, not wasting any time in getting his boxers down too. They really didn’t have much time, he could hear confusion from the other room about where the host was. It was only a matter of time before people came to look for Tony. And found them.

His dick must have done something upon him having the thought, because he heard a soft laugh above him.

“I’ll never get tired of how eager you are.” Tony used one hand to hold onto his boyfriend’s cock, gently rubbing his thumb over the head.

Peter moaned, getting momentarily distracted by the feeling. Tony always knew exactly which buttons to press. But he kept going, gently taking the man’s cock in one hand and stroking him slowly.

He knew that Tony didn’t have nearly the same stamina that he did. He couldn’t go as many times. But that didn’t mean that Peter wouldn’t try.

And slowly but surely the cock started filling out in his hand and he smirked. “Knew you could do it.”

Tony’s hips rocked slightly and he groaned. “Yeah, yeah. You have that effect on me. Now hurry up, we- fuck.”

At “hurry up”, Peter wrapped his lips around the tip and sucked, just the amount of pressure that he knew drove Tony crazy. He didn’t need to be told twice.

He stayed there for a moment, enjoying the sounds that it got from the man above him. But he started taking down more inch by inch once he remembered how little time they really had.

Tony seemed to snap back into it too. He placed kisses from the base of Peter’s dick all the way to the tip, being tender the whole time. Then he wriggled his tongue back and forth gently once he got to the sensitive spot just underneath.

He was rewarded with a barely-hushed moan around his cock and a weak thrust of Peter’s hips.

He chuckled, tongue still rubbing over the spot. If he kept up like that then he could probably get Peter to cum pretty quickly. But he knew that it could get overwhelming, so he started jerking him off with one hand while taking the tip into his mouth.

They both started out keeping vigilant in case they heard someone coming, but the effort was quickly lost as they each got lost in the sensations.

Aliens could have attacked the expo and neither of them would have noticed. For those few minutes they were in their own world.

But soon, Peter knew that Tony was getting close and that brought him back to reality, out of his pleased trance.

Tony’s free hand was gripping his hip, loosening and tightening rhythmically as Peter kept moving. It was just one of his tells.

Another tell - although this one wasn’t exclusive to Tony - was how the cock on his tongue got impossibly harder and throbbed just before he came.

Peter didn’t stop, taking him down further and making sure that even the last few moments were as good as possible.

“Peter,” Tony moaned, his head hitting the wall behind him gently as he felt himself getting right to the edge of his release. His hips twitched forward ever so slightly as he toed the line before slipping over the edge. “Fuck, honey….”

The younger man moaned around him, eagerly swallowing everything that he was given.

It was difficult for Tony to keep up his own work while he rode out his high, but he kept jerking Peter off as best he could. It was uncoordinated and completely lost its rhythm, but it was still getting him there.

“Tony,” Peter warned, hips rocking weakly. It was difficult with the angle, but he didn’t care. Now he just needed to cum.

“Hmm?” The older man leaned up to lick over him again. Although he was still dazed.

“I’m close, Tony, I don’t want any to get on your suit.” Even though he was almost useless when he was that close to an orgasm, he at least could think that part through.

Coming out late with a cum stained suit probably wouldn’t be the best look for Tony. But possibly not his worst, either.

Tony nodded, coming back enough to take the head of Peter’s cock into his mouth when he realized what he meant.

He bobbed his head slightly, sucking mildly harsher than he had before. All while using one hand to jerk him off.

Peter moaned, resting his forehead against Tony’s hip as he thrust slowly. “That’s it…I’m gonna cum, fuck.”

Tony groaned softly when he felt the salty fluid spreading across his tongue, not pulling off.

He helped Peter ride it out, closing his eyes and swallowing.

After a moment he pulled off, a little dripping from the tip onto Tony’s lip.

Tony just laughed, licking it away. “Thanks. As soon as I think you’re done, there’s more.”

Peter grinned shyly up at him. “Sorry.” He slowly started getting upright, lowering himself until he could stand on the floor.

He fixed his suit while Tony tucked himself back into his pants, both of them straightening themselves out in order to be presentable.

“I love you.” Tony kissed his partner gently before helping him pull his mask down.

“I love you too.” Peter smiled a little. “Okay, I really think I’ve kept you too long. Sorry.” He grinned.

“You come first, baby. Even if it’s just for something like this. Now you go patrol, I shouldn’t be too late.”

Peter made his way outside and swung away, Tony making his way onto the stage where everyone cheered.

“Hope no one missed me too much,” He commented cockily to the crowd.

One hand came up to his mouth quickly to wipe the corner. Maybe no one else would notice it. Everyone was far enough away that the small drip of cum that remained there couldn’t be seen, he hoped.

But Peter saw before he left. And he swung away from the expo with a smirk, thinking through how he’d surprise Tony when he got home that night.

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #my writing #bri’s kinktober 2021 #nff starker

[lemonpeter]

🧡Day 12: Scars🧡

Shorter, but I hope y’all enjoy 🧡

@pantastic-peach (sorry!! Bad at remembering to tag lol 💕)

Warnings: endgame events mention, slight nff, injury/scar discussion

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The snap left Tony’s body much different than it had been before.

The most noticeable differences were those to the right side of his body, where the energy of the stones had done the most damage.

He’d gone blind in that eye and his arm was burned and almost destroyed. It was still mostly functional, but covered with mottled scar tissues.

The scars extended all the way up his arm and traveled to most of the left side of his body.

It took him months to see anyone after it happened.

Not only because of his extensive recovery and physical therapy, but also because he was just embarrassed. He didn’t want anyone else to see the newly mangled version of himself.

Four years, a divorce, and a new relationship later and he still wasn’t quite over it.

Although Peter definitely did all that he could to help.

His wonderful, caring boyfriend loved to press gentle kisses to the scars over the expanse of his shoulder and side. He would whisper things about how brave Tony was for doing what he did.

One of Peter’s favorite things was to whimper out how lucky he was to be with the savior of the universe during sex.

It was definitely dramatic and just stroked Tony’s ego, but it did help.

Of course, he always loved the dramatic. And Peter knew that too. Which made it perfect.

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #my writing #bri’s kinktober 2021 #tw endgame #tw injury #slight nff

[lemonpeter]

🧡Day 19: L!ngerie🧡

Thinking about writing a second part for this that would make it starker…but for now here’s some set up 🧡 I hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings: just a male l!ngerie model!

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Peter really loved photography.

However, he was usually the one behind the camera and not the subject in front.

But not this time.

His usual freelance gigs weren’t really cutting it at the moment, he was still coming up a bit short on his rent. Not to mention he still needed groceries since the single egg and pack of sliced cheese in his fridge wouldn’t go very far.

So he took a job far outside of what he normally did.

But he saw the listing for a model needed, he fit the exact description, and the mentioned pay was promising.

Peter Parker could be a model for one afternoon. He could do anything.

***

He could not do anything.

He went to the studio, increasingly unsure about his decision. But he pressed on, finding the lister of the ad and getting led to a dressing room for him to change.

The rack inside the room held items that he was pretty sure weren’t for him. But when he pointed it out, the other person just laughed and pulled up the listing again.

“Wanted: One-Time Male Model.”

He already knew that part.

He skimmed over the description of the desired build before his cheeks colored.

“Intimates model for new neutral lingerie line.”

Oh shit.

#peter parker #my writing #bri’s kinktober 2021 #yeah I’ll probably do a second part to this. expand on it a bit more #but for tonight I have a headache lol