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strangermarvelss · 2 years

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first birthday- p.p

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Summary: peter parker celebrates his first birthday after the events of no way home. you ask him about some things that are still a bit of a touchy subject for him

Warnings: ANGST, mentions of loneliness, sad!peter, nwh spoilers, happy ending, reader being a sweet and good partner

Request?: No

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: hi everyone! it’s been a hot minute since i’ve written mcu/ peter parker and his birthday was earlier in the month, so i thought this post-nwh story would be fun. enjoy!- sava

The busyness of the city surrounds the apartment you’ve found yourself sleeping in, the location of the tiny living space located in the heart of Manhattan. You smile as you continue to cook the breakfast you’re preparing, careful to keep quiet as you glance at the sleeping figure in the bed by the windows. Peter Parker, your boyfriend, always liked having you over at night and loved waking up next to you. You always saw how hard he worked and admired him for it, even if that meant constantly telling him he needs a good nights rest, which you always made sure he got when you'd come over.

You push around the eggs you had on the pan a few times and smile at the finished product, sliding them onto two plates and tossing the pan into the sink gently. Given the fact that Peter was still sleeping, you'd worry more about the mess after he wakes. Opening the box you had just come back from retrieving, you place a donut next to the eggs and bacon you’ve prepared, doing so on the other plate. Turning to the box of unused candles, you pull one out and jam it into one of the donuts carefully.

The sound of stirring coming from the other side of the room catches your attention, seeing your boyfriend sit up from his spot on the bed and looking at you with a tired smile. You return the gesture and look for the lighter you’d brought over last night, flicking it and catching the wick of the candle on fire in a flash. Picking up the plate, you carefully walk over to the bed, your hand shielding the flame from the wind of your movements as you sit on the foot of the bed, presenting your masterpiece of a breakfast to him.

“Happy 19th birthday Petey,” you tell him, handing him the plate. You watch his smile grow at your kind gesture, taking the plate and quickly blowing the candle out. He admires the food in front of him, the hunger in his eyes wanting to devour it so badly.

“Thank you so much, Y/N. This is so nice,” he tells you. He leans forward and presses a quick kiss to your lips before removing the candle from the pastry and taking a big bite. With a laugh, you rise from the bed and go to grab your own plate, coming back and taking a piece of bacon into your mouth.

“I promise that’s not your big birthday dessert, we can get a cake, or some cupcakes…or whatever you want after our dinner tonight!” you notify him. He chuckles and shakes his head before grabbing a fork full of eggs and stuffing them in his mouth.

“I’d still be happy even with just this, love,” he says, smiling with his cheeks full of eggs. You giggle and continue to eat the food in front of you, laughing at his silly antics and sharing conversation before taking both plates to the sink. Turning the faucet on, you rinse out the dishes and pour a copious amount of dish soap over them before grabbing the sponge Peter kept by the sink and start scrubbing away.

Peter’s figure moves to come hover over you, his hands snaking around your waist and pulling your flush against his chest as his chin rests on your shoulder. You melt into his touch, his cool hands comforting you in the warmth of the August weather that seeps into the apartment. Once you’ve finished the dishes, you turn around quickly, taking Peter aback but laughing nonetheless.

“So…” you begin to say, wrapping your arms around Peter’s neck and swaying a bit with him. “What do you have planned for the rest of the day?”

“Ummm…spending the day with you? That is, if you don’t have plans from now until dinner. We could catch a movie or something?” Peter suggests, shrugging his shoulder and wiggling his eyebrows. You smirk at him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I’d totally be down for that! I just thought you’d go hangout with your family or friends and really bask in the birthday celebrations! Hell, I’m surprised you didn’t want a party tonight instead of a dinner,” you tell him with a giggle. You retreat from his shoulder and look him in the eyes, your happy expression faltering when you take in his change in demeanor. The smile he wore earlier was gone, a haunted expression etched into his eyes.

“Pete? Hey, you okay?”

You and Peter haven’t been dating long, so meeting each others families hasn't been the subject of any conversations the two of you had. You met him when he delivered pizza to your dorm from your favorite place close to school, and being a valued customer, you’d become familiar with all the delivery workers. So naturally you were curious when a cute brown-eyed boy delivered your go to pizza order back in April you hadn't seen before, and it was no coincidence that you ordered again the following day to strike up a conversation with the newbie.

The two of you bonded quickly after he asked you out. You’d spend days together and not be sick of one another, bonding over your love of Star Wars and you quickly became fascinated over his love of science. But even after all these months, there were still things you were learning about one another, very shocking things as well. And some things you just never thought to ask or speak on, because it just didn’t come up.

Peter backs away from you a little and runs a hand through his hair, looking to the ground for a second. His stressed expression begins to worry you, thinking you struck a nerve. You try to meet his gaze, but he turns around and lets out a heavy sigh. What did you just do?

He walks over to his bed and plops down, patting the empty area next to him for you to join him, making you feel slightly better. Making your way over, you slowly sit on the unmade bed, your eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“I, um…I don’t exactly have family to go to on my birthdays. Not…not anymore,” he reveals. His voice was full of saddness as he looked at you for a moment, before turning his attention to the hardwood floors of his apartment.

“You don’t have to tell me anything you're uncomfortable with Peter, I’m sorry I-“

“No! I, um, I want to! I do,” he exclaims, his hands reaching towards yours and carding his fingers with yours. He continues to look at the ground, the gears turning in his head as he tries to think of the best way to explain things to you.

“My parents died when I was young, so I lived with my Uncle Ben and Aunt May for a while,” he lets out, his voice breaking at the mention of his aunt. You rub your thumb along the backside of his hand, trying to soothe the sadness you sense in his voice the best you can.

“But, years later, I lost my uncle too. There was an accident, and I’m still not sure about what exactly happened, but it was just me and my aunt for a while.”

“Was?” you question, your voice coming out soft. He nods and takes one of his hands away, wiping away at his face, but you were able to see a single tear drop off the slope of his cheek. You felt your heart break a little at the sight. No one deserves to cry on their birthday.

“Uh yeah,” he manages to get out, letting out a breath to steady himself, his lip wobbling as he blew the air out. “She passed late last year. So…yeah,” he finally manages to look at you, his eyes red with tears pooled at his lash line. He runs a hand over his face and lets out another breath.

“I’m really sorry Peter. I didn’t mean to bring all this up for you, especially today,” you tell him, scooting closer and trying to wrap your arms around him. He lets you in, and you bring his body flush with yours, rubbing his back. He pulls away from you a chuckles for second, finding his way back to your hand and now rubbing his thumb against it.

“It’s okay, really. I-I’m glad that I got to tell you sooner rather than later. And I’m glad it came up because it’s who I am. I don’t have a lot of friends, we kind of…parted ways as college grew closer and closer. It’s usually just me here, or at least that’s how it was in the beginning, before I got the job at Joe’s. But this is my first birthday where I have don't have them anymore, just the people at Joe's and you,” he explains. You smile at him at the mention of the pizza place and of you.

“Yeah, you got me too, and don't forget it,” you let him know. He looks up to you with a genuine toothless smile, leaning his head down on your shoulder. You lean yours on top of his and sit there for a moment, just basking in the closeness of one another while holding each others hands.

“I totally get if you want to dump me now that I’ve shared my sad life story with you,” he teases. Letting out a huff, you rise from the bed and lower yourself in front on him, hands resting on his knees to look him in the eye, your expression stern.

“Listen to me baby. I’m not going anywhere Peter. You make me so happy and I’m really glad you trust me enough to tell me about your life. If anyone’s going to be the one to dump each other, it’ll probably be you, because I knew I wanted you the first time I saw you,” you reveal. His eyes light up at your confession, genuine happiness smeared across his face. You understood how difficult it can be to open up to others, especially so early in a relationship, and you admired him for doing that and not being the type of guy who just bottles up their emotions and takes it out on you later on.

You rise to your feet once more and pull Peter up as well, bringing your wraps around his neck. He leans his forehead against yours before catching your lips in his for a sweet kiss, making your heart fill with the purest of love. You thread your fingers through his small brown curls and deepen the kiss, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip to ask permission to break inside. You pull away and shake your head, walking towards his dresser.

“Let’s get dressed and see what movies are playing today. Or do whatever you wish,” you smile towards him, before digging through the clothes you’d began keeping at his place. “Let’s make 19 count.”

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hockeyboysiguess · 3 years

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cherry red views | e. pettersson

a/n: in celebration of petey’s birthday, here’s some smut? is that how this works?

word count: 4,607

wine alcohol pairing recommendation: a shot of birthday cake vodka (yes, this exists and it’s disgusting, but i’m still recommending it)

warnings: swearing. smut, entirely smut. bondage, choking, some standard dom things.

You sighed with relief as you stepped into Elias’s apartment, his hand leaving the small of your back to take off his coat. Ever the gentlemen, even on his birthday when the entire day was about him, he took your coat and hung it up in the closet for you. Normally, you would have stepped out of your heels, feet dying for relief since you’d worn your tallest pair tonight, but they were a gift from Elias for your birthday and you didn’t know what he had in mind for tonight. His birthday, his choice, so the heels stayed on until he said otherwise tonight. Elias took your hand in his, fingers lacing through yours, eyes looking at the dress you’d chosen tonight with him in mind appreciatively.

“I know I told you probably a hundred times tonight,” he smiled as his eyes continued roaming shamelessly up and down your body. You’re his. He could look as much as he wanted. “You look so gorgeous tonight.”

“All for you,” you smiled in return, a soft blush coming across your cheeks that always came whenever Elias complimented you so boldly and appreciated you so shamelessly.

No one had ever looked at you like he did and you just hoped he knew how much you appreciated his attentive gaze on you, his compliments, his flattery, his completely shameless love. Elias was so much more than people thought, and people thought quite a lot of the boy you loved. He was still so much better, so, so much better, than every description of him out there. He was your everything, and tonight was entirely about him and yet somehow he made you feel more appreciated, more attractive, and more loved than anyone else you had ever encountered and ever thought you would encounter in your life.

Elias used your conjoined hands as an anchor point, and guided himself toward you. His free hand came up to cup your face softly and he let his thumb run over your cherry red lips, color selected to match the bottoms of your gifted heels. Elias knew why you picked the color. It was only ever used with those heels. Elias didn’t know there was an additional cherry red surprise under your black dress, delicate red lace Elias was sure to love. He leaned his head down slowly, forehead resting softly against yours, warm breath fanning out across your face.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me? For my birthday?” he whispered out as softly as his breath ghosted over your skin.

So that was the mood Elias was in, one that meant your surprise gift was going to be even more appreciated tonight. The shift in his tone, the darkening in his voice, made your thighs clench together, desperate for friction already. That tone meant you wouldn’t be getting any right away though, and the thought made you take your lower lip between your teeth. Elias smirked softly as your reaction, noting the way your hips moved, signalling for him that he was already getting the results he craved. He slid his thumb over your lips again under he reached the center and tapped softly, a silent order to part your lips for him, which you did readily. His thumb slid in between your lips and over your tongue, as far back as he could. He smiled softly when you wrapped your lips tightly around his thumb and sucked hard, the way he loved, and he laughed lightly.

“Good,” he nodded once before pulling his thumb slowly from between your lips.

He guided you by your hand laced with his to the couch. You sat down and watched him carefully, relaxing back and enjoying the views of him slowly shaking off his suit jacket with the Vancouver skyline behind him. He ran a hand through his hair, setting it back into place, probably the last time tonight before you ruined his meticulous appearance. He slid his tie off slowly, long fingers pulling at the knot he’d tied six times earlier to ensure it was straight. He popped the top two buttons on his shirt, your eyes silently begging for him to continue on. Instead he unfastened his cufflinks and sat them on the side table, slowly rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. Elias was taking every second he could to painstakingly undress but not really undress in front of you. You rubbed your thighs together, desperate for some friction. Elias dropped his hands quickly to your thighs when he saw what you were doing and pushed them apart, a firm shake of his head showing his displeasure you already knew would come, but you were desperate for him.

“Elias,” you breathed out and he tapped your thigh softly.

“You need to wait for me,” he told you. “You know better than that. I shouldn’t have to remind you of that.”

You barely managed to get out an apology that fell on deaf ears as Elias stood back up in front of you and slowly unclasped his belt buckle, sliding it out from around his waist in one smooth motion. You shuttered at the sound of it sliding through his belt loops, mind running through the variety of possibilities that could happen now. Elias noticed. Elias always noticed and he laughed a little to himself and clicked his tongue softly.

“And here I thought you were supposed to be good for me,” he motioned for you to stand up, which you did as quickly as you could, “for my birthday.”

“I’ll be good,” you mumbled as you felt his hands on the back of your dress, finding the zipper in the faint light of his apartment. “I promise.”

Elias sighed as he pinched the zipper between two fingers and slowly dragged it down your back. The fabric pooled at your feet easily and whatever Elias was planning was thrown out the window when you spun on your heels to face him. He let out a strangled noise from his throat, belt in his hands carelessly dropped to the floor. He cursed as his eyes ran over you quickly, admiring the delicate red lace just barely covering you, mumblings in his native tongue slipping out quietly, a biting tone edging at each word as it left his lips. His hands reached out, finding your hips and pulling you against him.

“All the red matches,” you mumbled into his neck.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth, “You think I didn’t notice that already?”

You giggled softly at how easily a little bit of red lace had derailed your boyfriend, your usually meticulous and forever planning boyfriend, as his hands ran over your body, barely touching you. He pushed you a few inches back, making you shuffle on your heels, so he could look you over again, eyes training on the small red bow situated right in the middle of your bra. He lifted a hand to run between your breasts slowly, trailing his index finger down, until he reached the bow. He smiled slightly at the feel of the silky bow under his fingertip.

“My last gift, eh?” he teased you softly.

“Last gift is me,” you replied with a smile. “Always is, ‘Lias.”

“You upgraded the wrapping this year,” he noted, eyes still focused on the red lace. “I love it.”

You smiled softly, but Elias’s face was stoic when he looked up at you. His blue eyes were icy, cold, and unyielding under your smile. He leaned his head down lower, until his mouth was hovering over yours. Without warning, he took your bottom lip roughly between his teeth and sucked hard on it, drawing a strangled moan from deep in your chest. He released it as roughly as he’d taken it between his teeth, a smirk on his face as you sank into him, a silent begging for more.

“Don’t think this made me forget about your little mistake,” he cautioned you. “You’re still going to have to pay for that.”

You whimpered softly and it turned his smirk into a smile, because he already knew he had you exactly where he wanted you. He lifted a hand up, index finger pointed to the ceiling, and twisted his outstretched finger in a slow, smooth circle. You shuffled slowly on your heels until your back was faced him, leaving you blissfully unaware of what Elias would do next, until you heard the familiar clink of his belt buckle and shortly after the feeling of his hand on your wrist, pulling your arm back.

“Hands behind your back, sweetheart.”

You shuttered under his words and slid your hands behind your back until your wrists touched. Sweetheart was a nickname reserved for nights like this, purposefully artificially coming from his mouth, almost sickeningly sweet, covering far less sweet intent. The nickname was a tease itself, a veiled indication in its opposition to what Elias was about to do to you, with you, for you, which was anything but sweet. Wetness pooled between your thighs at the thought of the possibilities for tonight.

“You know why,” Elias yanked his belt tight around your wrist, making you whine exactly like he wanted, “you don’t get to use your hands tonight, right? You know why,” he tightened it further, almost painfully so, “you have to rely on me for everything tonight?”

“Because I was bad,” you mumbled out as he secured his belt to your wrists at the small of your back.

“And,” Elias kissed your shoulder softly, then rubbed over the thin skin with his thumb, “because it’s my birthday and I want you to beg for me tonight, sweetheart.”

“You could just ask and I’d do it anyway,” you admitted, cheeks flushing in the reality of how easily you became putty under Elias’s skilled hands.

Elias laughed, a teasing one, as his hands ran over your body, thumbs circling over your nipples through the thin lace, “But it’s so much more fun to make it so it’s the only thing,” his suddenly pinched your nipples hard through your bra and you cried out, “you know to ask for.”

His hands slid down to grip your hips, long fingers wrapping around them to tug roughly on them, your signal to turn to face him. The second you did, his mouth crashed roughly to yours. His teeth nipped at your lower lip as his fingers looped into the waistband of your panties at your hips. Not missing a best, Elias never did, he shoved your panties down and moved his mouth to your neck in one smooth motion, teeth sinking into the thin skin at your neck. You moaned at the combination of the cool air in his apartment on your wetness and his mouth on your neck. Elias groaned against your skin, fingertips digging into the skin at your hips. The ease with which you could read Elias, the sounds he made, the physical responses he showed, made your eyes roll every time. Elias never hid what you did to him from you. You knew what every touch, every sound you made, every ounce of control you gave over to him, did to him. It’s what made sex with Elias better than anyone else; you knew exactly what you did to him. Nothing was hidden. There was no shame, no unshared vulnerabilities. You knew everything and he knew everything, and the pleasure that honesty brought was unlike what anyone else could give you.

“Sit.” Elias gave your ass a light tap to encourage you toward the could. “Legs open for me.”

You did as you were told, previous experiences and the belt around your wrists telling you that you would lose something else if you didn’t listen. Elias dropped to his still suit pants covered knees on the rug in front of your open legs. You let out a shaky breath as he wrapped a wrist around one of your ankles and lifted it from the floor up toward his mouth, red bottomed heel finding purchase on his shoulder. He pressed his lips to the inside of your ankle, one soft kiss, followed by another just above the previous, kissing up your leg painfully slowly.

“Elias,” you whined when he started rising even more slowly when he reached your thigh.

He laughed against your skin, “This shouldn’t be new to you, sweetheart. You should know what I’m about to do next right now.”

“Elias, I’m so wet,” you tried your best at teasing him as his lips returned to their previous actions on your thigh. “Don’t you want to find out just how wet I am for you?”

“Mm, I can see,” he hummed out softly against your skin. “I can see you dripping for me. Thanks for the unnecessary desperate suggestion though.”

You huffed out in annoyance as he slowed his journey even further. Your breaths became heavier as he got closer to where you wanted him, but you knew Elias Pettersson. You knew as soon as he was one kiss, one small moment away from your core, he would pull back and his lips would find your left ankle and start all over again. Which is exactly what happened. You still whined. He still laughed. Nothing about this would ever get old for either of you.

By the time he reached where you wanted him again, you were a mess. You were whining and moaning and fighting against the belt digging into your wrists, desperate to fist your hands in his hair and push his mouth to where you wanted him, but that wasn’t an option.

“You know we have dinner with my parents and you probably shouldn’t have bruised wrists for that,” Elias unnecessarily cautioned.

It was unnecessary because he wasn’t going to release your wrist regardless of how much you fought.

“Then you should’ve used your tie instead,” you managed to get out, hands still tugging at your restraint.

Elias rolled his eyes at you and shook his head softly, “I wouldn’t have needed to if you could just,” Elias brought his mouth closer to your pussy and without warning, spit, adding more wetness to what was already waiting for him and making you crying out his name, “fucking behave.”

Elias shoved himself up by the edge of the couch and stood up and you pouted. This was normally where you’d actually get to feel that talented mouth of his on you, but he just looked out your bottom lip jutted out and shook his head softly. He slowly returned to his earlier actions of unbuttoning his shirt.

“Can’t have you ruining my shirt tonight, sweetheart,” Elias smiled at you as he pulled the sleeves down his arm and placed the shirt on the chair along with his suit jacket.

His pants joined his other clothes and you looked with eager eyes, waiting for his boxers to join the pile of clothes, but they stayed on, much to your annoyance. Like before, Elias raised his index finger up and circling it slowly. You furrowed your brows down, but he just kept circling.

“On your knees,” he told you firmly.

Elias wasn’t one to skip a chance to take you apart with his mouth, so you were confused, but did as you were told, shifting around onto your knees, bracing your upper body on the back of the couch. You were beyond ready for him if he just wanted to bury himself inside you right now. The thought of that alone made your eyes roll. But that’s not what Elias decided to do. He dropped to his knees again and without warning, licked a firm line down your slit from behind. You gasped as the tip of his tongue circled your clit.

“Fuck, Elias,” you breathed out hard.

He laughed against your clit, vibrations making your eyes roll back, and slapped your ass as a reward that made you yelp. He’d teased you so much, starting with that dark suit he wore to dinner that he knew you loved so much, that you were embarrassingly close so quickly. You loved seeing Elias between your thighs, but something about this angle and the fact that you had no warning about any of his movements was making you fall apart so quickly for him.

“Elias, I’m so close,” you mumbled out.

“Already, sweetheart?” he mumbled against you. “Good girl.”

Your comment meant you were rewarded with two of his long fingers sliding into you easily, so easily he added a third finger and you cried out, hands yanking at your restraint, desperate to grab onto something in a poor attempt at relief. His lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked hard, making you curse out his name. Your face dropped down into the couch cushions and Elias’s hands on your hips kept you steady as your orgasm hit you. Your body tensed under his hands and he rode out your orgasm with you, tip of his tongue slowly dragging back and forth across your clit and fingers slowly pumping in and out of you. You let out a loud breath when you came down from your high. Except Elias had a different idea. His fingers picked up the pace again and he let his teeth graze over your clit, making you scream out his name.

“Elias, fuck!”

He didn’t stop, his fingers and his mouth unrelenting as he worked your already sensitive core. It was so much, too much really, but your body was following his lead, as always, letting him work you right back up to your high. You tugged at the belt around your wrists. You could feel where you were definitely going to have bruises tomorrow, but nothing other than how overstimulated you were was getting through in your brain. You felt your second orgasm right on the edge, so incredibly close to your first one that you were already whimpering and whining into the couch cushions.

“Elias, more,” you begged out between moans. “I’m so close. More.”

One of the reasons Elias knew how to get you to scream his name so quickly was because he took direction and took it well. He sucked your clit roughly into his mouth and let his long fingers curl down before humming softly with your clit in his mouth, the vibrations sending you right over the edge for him. He milked your orgasm slowly, relaxed his mouth on you and just let his tongue slowly run between your slit, fingers straightening inside you to slide in and out of you easily. You cursed when he slid his fingers out of you, and again when you heard the familiar pop of his fingers leaving his mouth after cleaning them off.

“So good for me, sweetheart.”

He kissed the small of your back, creating goosebumps as his hands slid up your body. His mouth worked slowly up your spine, leaving soft kisses every few inches. He lifted your hands out of his way when he reached them and you thought he would free your hands, but he simply dropped them back into place against your back.

“Your wrists okay?” he breathed into your ear after kissing over top of your shoulder. “If they hurt too much, I can undo it.”

There was Elias, the single most caring man who you had ever known in your entire life. He kissed your shoulder gingerly, soft blonde hair dancing across your skin. You nodded, then spoke because all questions during sex required a verbal response.

“I’m good. I’m so good, ‘Lias,” you told him, voice thick and blissed out.

He laughed lightly against your skin, kissing your shoulder again, “Good because I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart. Get up.”

Elias placed his hands on your waist and helped pull you to your feet. It was a little hard to stand up without your hands after all. Elias spun you around to look at him and he smiled the way he always smiled when he looked at you, like you were everything he ever wanted. He pressed a searing, deep kiss to your mouth, which made you moan into his. His hands reached up to your bra, pushing the delicate cups aside to run his thumbs across your sensitive nipples. There really wasn’t anywhere on your body that wasn’t sensitive because of him right now. He smirked in appreciation at the strangled moan that left your lips when he ducked his head down to take one of the sensitive peaks between his teeth and pinched the other between his thumb and index finger.

You wanted more than anything to run your fingers through his hair, but you just tugged harder on the belt wrapped around your wrists and huffed in frustration. Elias smiled around your nipple and gave it one hard suck and the other a hard pinch, making you gasp, before pulling back. Without warning, he grabbed your hips and switched positions with you, spinning you on your heels to face the windows overlooking that view you loved so much. Elias pressed his bare chest to your back, then slowly guided you forward until your body pressed against the cold glass, making you gasp at the temperature difference between your warm body and the glass.

“Elias,” you breathed out, pressing your cheek against the glass in order to speak to him.

You didn’t get an answer. Instead, you just saw his boxers slide across the floor to your left and felt his warm hands on your hips, pulling them back slightly from the glass, angling you against it. You gasped when you felt two of his fingers reach out and slide down your slit, letting him line himself up. He paused, one hand wrapped around his cock and the other on your hip, giving you a silent second to think.

“Elias, please,” you breathed out. “Please fuck me.”

You didn’t have to tell Elias twice about anything. He pushed into you quickly, filling you in one smooth thrust until his hips pressed against your ass. He didn’t give you a second anymore, not that you needed it after everything he did for you earlier. He pulled almost all of the way out of you before crashing his hips back to yours, making you crash against the glass roughly and curse between closed teeth as you shuffled your heels on the hardwood to find a balance. Elias steadied you with a firm hand on his hip as he picked up his pace.

“Elias, fuck,” you choked out as he fucked you roughly, fingerprints leaving bruises on your hip.

“You feel so fucking good,” he breathed out between his thrusts. “You look so good for me like this, with fucking city watching.”

No one could see you up here, but fuck if it wasn’t making your heart race at the view in front of you and the fact that you felt like someone might see you. Elias slid his free hand over your conjoined wrists, looping his fingers around the belt to pull you back from the window for a moment. The angle wasn’t deep enough for Elias and he dropped the belt in favor of sliding his hand around and up, until his fingers wrapped gently around your throat. You whimpered and pressed your throat forward into his hand, begging with him to add pressure. Elias was more than happy to oblige, long fingers tightening around your throat and slowly using it to force you into arching your back. Your chest pressed more firmly against the glass and your head tipped back in response to the added constriction on your throat and the pull from his arm. The pressure of his hand on your hip kept your lower half in place as he continued to fuck up into you from behind and his hand on your neck was constricting your breathing just enough to send your eyes rolling back, the combination of everything and the new depth he managed to get making you breathless.

“Elias, holy fuck,” you groaned as he dipped his hips just a bit lower to hit just the right spot inside you.

You tugged at the belt again, something you knew would be fruitless but couldn’t help doing anyway. Elias dropped his head down to your ear, lips grazing the shell of your ear with each thrust.

“Are you going to cum around my cock for me, sweetheart?”

He spoke between closed teeth, his energy expended on trying so hard not to finish before you. Elias knew it was a long shot when he said it; he usually needed to drop a hand to your clit to get you to finish with him, but sometimes, like you felt like tonight to him, if he was hitting all the right places and you were overstimulated enough, he didn’t need to in order to pull you over the edge with him. You were so close. Elias could feel your body clenching around him. He tightened his hand on your throat just a little more, a little harder than he normally did and bit down on the shell of your ear roughly. The sudden combination was enough to push you over the edge and send Elias over with you as you tightened around him so well. His hips slowed as he rode out his orgasm with you, hand dropping from your throat to your other hip to steady himself as his knees buckled slightly. His head dropped to your shoulder as he came down with you, lips pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder when he finally did.

“Holy fuck,” you groaned. “I’m going to be so sore tomorrow.”

Elias laughed against your shoulder, kissing you again softly there, before pulling back to slide out of you. You hissed as the loss of him and his left hand rubbed your hip softly, comfortingly so. His hands left your skin to undo the makeshift restraint around your wrist. You cursed when he finally loosened it, the rawness of your skin and the stiffness in your wrists becoming glaringly apparent then. You pushed yourself back from the glass, eyes going to your wrists and you grimacing at the marks prominent on your skin. You were still staring at them as you turned to face Elias, causing you to miss the wincing on his face when he saw them too

“A little worse than I thought,” he mused softly as he took your hands in his. “Maybe we should wrap these up after a shower, yeah?”

“I think I’ll be okay, but a shower sounds nice. You made a bit of a mess after all,” you teased him softly, referring to the stickiness between your thighs now.

“You made a mess all of your own first,” he sang softly, bringing your hands up to his mouth to kiss them gingerly. “I’ll start the shower, yeah?”

“Sounds good,” you smiled up at him.

He kissed your hands softly again for dropping them to head toward the bathroom.

“Elias?” you called out to him, making him stop and turn to look at you again. “Happy birthday, baby.”

A lazy, wide smile came across his face as he looked at you, eyes running over your body appreciatively, lingering on his favorite spots and enjoying the absolutely undeniable marks on your wrists, unkempt hair, and bruised lips that showed just how good of a job he’d done just now. “Most fun birthday gift I’ve ever unwrapped. I think we should make it a tradition. What do you say?”

You nodded softly in agreement, “I think I can work with that.”

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goindownshipping · 4 years

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Inappropriate use of Stark tech? 😏

Smile for the Camera

Pairing: Tony Stark/Peter Parker (Starker, Starkercest)

Rating: Explicit (E) Rating due to brother/brother smut

Notes: Thank you @the-mad-starker for the suggestion for my first fill! This fills the “Inappropriate use of Stark tech” for @starkercestevent 😊

Warnings: NSFW, brother/brother smut, Tony and Peter are both of age and consenting.

Word count: 2k

Summary:

Tony quickly busied himself with repositioning the robots, as if that would solve Peter’s confusion. DUM-E was stationed at the right corner of the foot of the bed while U was on the left side of the bed. When he was done, Tony turned around and gestured to the new setup. After a moment, all the pieces clicked into place in Peter’s brain. Tony knew he’d figured it out when Peter’s entire face flushed pink all the way up to the tips of his ears.

Or, Tony enlists the help of DUM-E and U to film him and Peter in bed.

“Petey! I have a surprise for you!” Tony called as he entered their apartment.

“Just a sec, Tones!”

Tony could hear Peter’s voice coming from their bedroom, clearly preoccupied with something. He dropped his backpack at the front door and headed for the kitchen, his eyes immediately drawn to the plate of snacks on the counter. He had a mouthful of cheese and crackers when Peter finally came down the hall from their room, his hair clearly damp from a recent shower.

“You couldn’t have waited for me, gorgeous?” Tony smirked.

“If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll need a second shower this evening,” Peter winked.

Tony snorted and made grabby hands for his boyfriend who just rolled his eyes and let himself be pulled in for a hug.

“How was your day, babe?” Tony asked against the soft skin of Peter’s neck.

“It was busy, but good. I finally made some progress on that formula with MJ. It would be nice to get that done before the weekend. Oh, mom and dad are coming this weekend, they wanted me to tell you.”

“Nooo,” Tony whined. “I had a surprise planned for this weekend.”

Peter craned his head back to take a look at Tony’s face. He pressed a quick kiss to his lips where they were pursed in a pout. “You’re cute when you pout, which is quite often.”

Tony didn’t budge, he just kept his lips pursed, inviting Peter to continue kissing him. Peter just laughed, knowing exactly what his brother was playing at. But Peter would never turn down an opportunity to shower Tony in kisses, and this was no exception. He leaned back in to press featherlight kisses all over Tony’s face, peppering his lips everywhere before finally capturing his lips again.

“You’re trying to distract me,” Tony mumbled.

“Is it working?” Peter pulled back with a knowing grin on his face.

“You know it, honey. Come help me get a couple things out of the car - I guess you’re getting your surprise early.”

Peter beamed, always eager for one of Tony’s surprises. Tony just shook his head with a smile, unable to contain his fondness for his brother and love, which was only part of the reason he was dreading a visit from their parents. But he still had time before their sudden arrival.

In the driveway, Tony opened the hatch of his SUV to reveal two familiar robots. Peter looked at Tony with confusion.

“Why’d you bring DUM-E and U home from the lab, Tones? I thought you needed them for your senior design exhibit?”

“One of the many perks of them being my robots. I can use them for whatever I want,” Tony said with a glint in his eye. “Now help me roll these inside.”

With that, Peter followed Tony back into their apartment. He took an immediate right turn once he was inside, assuming they’d be leaving the robots in their shared office and lab space. To his surprise, Tony made his way to their bedroom with his robot in tow.

“Tony? Do you want both of these back there?”

“Yep, bring U on down to join Butterfingers, here!”

Peter wheeled the robot down the hall and parked it next to DUM-E in their bedroom. He stared at Tony, awaiting an explanation for the robots that were apparently taking up residence in their room. Tony stayed silent, just watching Peter with a mischievously crooked smile.

“Am I missing something?” Peter asked.

“You know what I originally designed these guys for, right?”

“To record and keep track of your inventions at home.”

“Yep,” Tony said with an emphatically popped “p”.

“I’m still not sure why they’re here,” Peter gestured to their spacious bedroom.

After a moment, all the pieces clicked into place in Peter’s brain. Tony knew he’d figured it out when Peter’s entire face flushed pink all the way up to the tips of his ears.

“You still interested in that, Pete?” Tony asked quietly, stepping close to his flustered lover.

“I uh - yeah… I am,” Peter stammered.

Tony crowded into his space, walking Peter backward until he was pressed against the wall. Tony braced his forearms against the wall, his mouth coming to rest against Peter’s ear, hot breath coming out in pants against him.

“Yeah?” Tony husked. “You still wanna watch yourself get fucked by your big brother, Petey? Wanna see what I see every night baby?”

Peter could only nod, his brain couldn’t form any sounds besides the needy whimpers he was letting out without realizing it. Tony pressed a wet kiss to Peter’s neck and trailed his lips up to Peter’s ear.

“God Pete, you are so fucking hot. Can’t wait to watch us, baby,” he whispered.

“Tony,” Peter moaned.

Tony took a slight step back, creating just enough distance to lay his eyes on Peter.

“Good surprise?”

“The best.” Peter took a deep breath, trying to regain a bit of composure. He finally managed to open his eyes, he wasn’t sure when they’d closed and felt himself melt at the sight of Tony’s smile.

“Love you so much, Tones.”

“I love you too, Petey. Now, what’s for dinner?”

Peter just laughed and shook his head as he moved toward the kitchen, knowing Tony’s appetite was not something to be messed with.

A few days later found Peter and Tony frantically cleaning their apartment on a gloomy Friday night. Howard and Maria would be arriving the following morning and their home was certainly not up to the family standard of cleanliness. Not to mention, it was incredibly obvious that “Peter’s bedroom” hadn’t been touched since the last time their family visited a few months prior.

Peter and Tony had come to accept their mutual attraction in the 9th and 11th grades, respectively, but there were very few people in their lives that knew the real extent of their relationship. Two people to be exact, and that did not include their parents. When Peter decided to attend the same university as Tony, their parents were thrilled. They allowed Peter to live with Tony in an off-campus apartment even as a freshman when Peter practically begged them to let him live with his older brother.

He claimed it had everything to do with social anxiety and his nervousness around living with so many new people in the dorms. They obviously didn’t know the real reason the boys wanted to live together. Now, halfway through their sophomore and senior years, Peter and Tony lived an incredibly domestic life together. They learned even more about each other and fell more in love while experiencing so much life together. They wouldn’t trade any of it for the world.

However, Howard and Maria visiting always threw a wrench in things. Tony was busy decluttering the living room and organizing the kitchen while Peter stashed his belongings back in the extra bedroom. He hated it, but he knew there was no way they could spin it if their parents found all of his stuff in Tony’s room.

“You almost done, Tones? I just finished my last bit,” Peter called. As he stepped back into their bedroom he laid eyes on DUM-E and U and realized they’d need to be moved as well. “Actually, Tony can you come help me move these robots to the office?”

Peter heard Tony’s footsteps coming down the hall and he grabbed U to pass off to Tony.

“Nope, we’re using those tonight, Pete.”

Peter choked on his breath. “Tonight?”

“Mhm, tonight, honey. You done with everything else?” Tony asked quietly.

“Y-yeah, I think I got everything,” Peter nodded, his eyes flitting between the robots and Tony.

Tony stepped into Peter’s space and wrapped him into a tight embrace. “Relax, honey. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I know nights like this can be hard,” Tony trailed off. He knew how much they both hated the prospect of hiding themselves from their parents and he needed to be strong for Peter.

Peter shook his head, “No, I want to, babe.”

“You sure?” Tony pulled back to hold Peter’s gaze, making sure his younger brother wasn’t lying to him.

“I’m sure, Tony. I’ll tell you if that changes, promise.”

Tony pressed a kiss to Peter’s forehead. “I love you. Now you get comfy on the bed and I’ll get these going,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” Peter murmured dreamily before taking a step away.

What felt like hours later, Peter was laid out in bed, completely boneless and out of control of the sounds coming from him. Tony had taken his sweet time taking him apart bit by bit, making sure they really put on a show for the cameras. Peter tried not to pay attention to the robots and cameras hovering next to the bed, but it turned him on even more to look straight into the camera, knowing he and Tony would be watching this back.

“Oh god, Pete, so good baby,” Tony moaned. His thrusts were slow and deep in an effort to drag out their pleasure just a bit longer. He was propped up on his elbows above Peter, his eyes trained on his boyfriend’s blissed out face.

Peter’s stomach was covered in evidence of two (maybe three, he’d lost count) orgasms and he could feel himself getting closer to the edge of another. He groaned at the hot coil building in his stomach, his cock getting harder with every punch to his prostate.

“Tony, babe, so close.”

“Yeah, baby, you gonna come for me again? Gonna come on my cock?”

The words went straight to Peter’s dick, and he could feel his orgasm building, the pleasure just on the precipice of exploding. He just needed-

“Come for me Peter, come for your big brother,” Tony groaned in Peter’s ear.

“Oh fuck! Tony!” Icy hot pleasure ran through his veins, his climax overtaking any and all awareness he had left. His cocked jumped and dribbled out the last bit of come he had left, but the waves of pleasure were tinged with pain as his orgasm ran him dry.

Tony groaned at the way Peter’s hole clenched even tighter around him. “Fuck baby, that’s so good. Fuck, I’m gonna come, Pete!”

Tony pulled out of Peter’s hole, desperate to see his own come mix with the mess Peter had already made on his stomach. His orgasm ripped through him after hours of holding off and focusing on Peter’s pleasure.

“Mmm yes, Tony. Want it all over me,” Peter slurred, noticing Tony’s plan.

“Oh god, yes baby, all over you.”

With that, Peter felt Tony’s warmth explode across his abdomen, some spurting up his chest and even streaking up to his chin. He stuck out his tongue, trying to get a taste of it, but pouted when he couldn’t quite reach it.

“Damn, Pete, you’re a vision,” Tony mumbled as he ran his fingers through the come on Peter’s chin and brought it up to Peter’s open lips. It was obscene the way Peter sucked on Tony’s fingers, his eyes fixed on him, knowing exactly what he looked like.

“Good boy,” Tony murmured, before pulling away to grab a warm cloth to clean them up.

Peter whined at the loss, but quickly quieted down when Tony returned. Peter leaned into the touch, relishing the gentleness between them. Tony pressed kisses over every inch of Peter he could reach as he ran the cloth across his chest and stomach, then down between his thighs to make sure he wouldn’t be uncomfortable sleeping.

“Get comfy my love. I’m just gonna move these guys back to the office,” Tony whispered.

“Mkay,” Peter replied, already half asleep.

Tony just chuckled fondly as he managed to grab both robots and their cameras. Once they were situated in the office, he pulled up his network.

“J, download files to my private server.”

“Right away, sir.”

As Tony made his way back to their room, he stuck his head in the spare bedroom and frowned at all of Peter’s belongings. They looked so out of place by themselves; Tony much preferred to see them intermingled with his own. He shook his head knowing there was nothing to be done, it would gratefully just be a few days this time, then they’d be back to normal.

He climbed in bed and Peter immediately clung to him like a koala. Tony smiled down at the boy and wrapped him in a tight hug, content to just hold his boy as he slept.

“Thank you, Tones,” Peter whispered.

“Nu-uh, thank you, honey. That was amazing.”

Peter tilted his chin up to look at Tony. “I love you lots, babe.”

“I love you back, Petey. Now get some sleep, my love.”

Peter nodded and drifted off to sleep. Tony wasn’t far behind him, for once not worrying about the following day, just thinking about the man in his arms. And the obscene footage currently downloading down the hall. But that was a thought for another day.

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themadlostgirl · 5 years

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NDY AU (8)

*Last part of this mini fic! Basically catches up to where we left our lovebirds in the first part. Gonna finish the requests I got and then new story is live!*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warnings: language, smut

Over the next several days Peter was by my side as I recovered from my concussion. I had to take shorter days at school and all my babysitting gigs had been cancelled so I could rest. I couldn’t do much to entertain myself since almost everything seemed to trigger my concussion again.

Peter would bring me my homework from school and then do it himself since he said I shouldn’t be overexerting my brain that way. He also read to me since focusing on reading myself hurt too much. He’d sit with me in my room and read a few chapters before my parents came home and kicked him out of the house.

Mom and dad were tolerating Peter for the most part at the moment. They weren’t thrilled and dad was barely speaking to me since I refused to stop seeing Peter but it was a start. Mom wasn’t too pleased either but was kinder to Peter than dad was. Usually letting him finish the chapter he was reading me or offering him a snack before kicking him out.

I think seeing how devoted Peter was to staying by me and taking care of me while I was hurt helped them see how serious this relationship was. Not enough for them to approve but I think that after some more time they’ll be willing to reconsider.

After my concussion was gone life went back to normal. School, babysitting, homework, a few dates with Peter, and tense dinners at home. It was after another one of these awkward family meals where I barely ate anything so I could get out of there quickly that I stayed up trying to get Peter to answer my texts. Just when I was about to give up and go to bed the little shit finally answers me and lo and behold he was waiting in my backyard.

I snuck out of the house with him and we ran down to the beach where a beautiful picnic was set up for us in the sand. We sat and talked and laughed as the night went on. Then things took a surprising turn when I accidentally let slip a mention of sex. I didn’t regret it though. Not a bit.

“I love you and I trust you.” I took held Peter’s face in my hands, “That’s all I need to know.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” he kissed me deeply. And with that one kiss, that confession that he loved me too, my decision was cemented.

“Peter,” I took his hand in mine.

“Yes precious?” he asked. His eyes flickering in the lamp light.

“Will you make love to me?” My face was burning but I was never more sure about anything.

“That’s what you want?”

“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t.”

“Okay…” he stared at me nervously.

“Scared to have sex with me, Petey?” I teased.

“Never. Just don’t want to mess it up. I don’t even know how to start this.”

“You’ve never…?”

“Never. You’re my only.” he brought me closer and kissed me again. His one arm locked around my lower back while the other wound into my hair.

“You’re off to a good start,” I whispered against his lips.

We seperated for a moment and I slid my pajama top off. I hadn’t been wearing a bra underneath and crossed my arms over my chest. Partly because I was self-conscious but also because it was kinda cold out here. Peter kept on staring at me with wide eyes.

“Care to join club naked or keep staring?”

“Sorry.” he quickly took off his own shirt. Oh wow...is this the first time I’ve seen him shirtless? I would definitely remember such a nice sight.

I shimmied out of my pajama pants next and waited as Peter stumbled to tug off his jeans. There we were sitting on a blanket in only our underwear and the both of us too nervous to take the next step. A breeze off the sea made me shiver.

“Are you cold?” Peter shuffled closer to me and drew me into his arms. His fingers tickled along my spine. He kissed me so that my body flooded with warmth all over.

“Not anymore.” I murmured against his lips. I ran my hands over the soft ridges of his muscles. “Peter…”

“What my pet?” he whispered in a deep, almost hungry, voice, “What do you need?”

“You.” I answered breathless, “I need you…I need to know this is real.”

“If you wish it,”

There was no pretense. Both his hands were in my hair pushing our faces together. Our teeth clattered together but neither of us cared. He left my lips to my neck kissing my heated flesh.

“Love you,” he murmured against my skin. He moved his attentions lower down my collar bone to the valley between my breasts. Swiping his tongue against the sensitive peak of my hardened nipple. “My beautiful girlfriend, love you so much…”

“I love you too,” My voice came out in a breathy moan. My fingers were threaded through his hair. “More than you can know.”

He left my chest to find my lips once more. I could feel his dick poking close to my sex. Close enough that I could feel it but so little friction that it only furthered the ache between my thighs.

I slid my hands to his ass pushing him closer so that he ground against me. “Fuck!” he growled against my neck.

Peter reached both of his hands down to my butt taking hold and hoisting me up around his waist. The hard ridge of flesh between us met me at a new angle and I bucked against him wanting more. Needing more.

“P-Peter,” I wrapped myself tighter around him, “Peter, please...ah...need...I need--” I was cut off by my own strangled moans.

“I know…” Peter was having trouble speaking too, “I know what you need.”

He laid me down against the blanket and hovered above me. Without his body against me the chill night air started to set in against my naked flesh. “Come back, warmth.” I whined.

“Sorry, you’re just so beautiful. I had to take it all in.” he laid himself flat atop me. The feel of his warm and solid body made me shiver for an entirely new reason.

“You are such a sap.” I giggled. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

“Keep teasing me,” he bumped his nose against mine, “see where it gets you.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat cause teasing you so far has gotten you naked on top of me. Try again.”

He rolled his eyes and kissed my nose. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I know.” I pulled him down for a deeper kiss. “I know.”

“Wait!” he shot up and I groaned again.

“What is it now?” I couldn’t take how anxious this was making me. If he keeps shying away I am just going to pin him down and take control of the situation myself.

“I don’t have any protection.” he frowned.

“I’m on the pill dummy.” I answered. I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him back to me. “Although I am relieved that you showed concern for not having a condom.”

“I love you, Y/N, but I don’t want to be a dad just yet.”

“Nor I a mother.” I kissed him. “We good?”

“We’re perfect.” He kissed me again and we relaxed once more as we reclined against the blanket.

Nothing else mattered then. We weren’t scared of what we were doing or the chance that someone may come across us boning on the beach. It was just us and nothing could touch us. I held Peter close and whispered to him to take me. I wanted this. I needed this. Now if only he would do it.

He claimed my mouth again before pushing into me. It didn’t hurt like I was expecting it to. Maybe that really was just a myth that chastity conscious people spread to deter girls from sex.

When he lay fully in me we stayed still simply breathing each other in. A sense of relief and contentment cutting through the stench of sex and breaking the tension between us.

It was only now that I felt him trembling. My name pleading hot and hushed from his lips. “Y/N...Y/N…”

I smoothed my hands down his back. “Peter, look at me. I’m here.” I assured him, “I’m right here. Right where I should be.”

“With me?”

“For as long as you’ll have me.” I couldn’t help but chuckle.

A small smirk tugged at his mouth. “And if I say eternity?”

“Then eternity it is.” I peppered kisses over his face, down his neck and to his shoulders.

He rolled his hips slowly, pulling out and sinking back into me again as we found our rhythm. It was surprisingly easy. It was like our bodies knew exactly what they were doing already. Every touch and caress. Every tiny sweet spot pressed until we were both a moaning mess.

The entire time there were hushed pretty words whispered in my ear. Stay. Together. Beautiful. Forever.

Forever with him. It seemed a wonderful idea.

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