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Tolerances - Fluffuary Day 26

Prompt: Sitting on laps

Word Count: 1527

Summary: If Tony and Quentin want to keep Peter happy, they need to start getting along.

If only it wasn’t so hard.

“This is stupid.”

Tony glances up at Quentin. “Don’t let Peter hear you say that,” he says.

“What,” Quentin snaps, “you really think he’s going to be able to alpha me into it?” He flings himself down on the couch, not even near Tony.

Tony barely manages to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Quentin is just… insufferable. “Because it’ll make him sad,” Tony says, and Quentin stiffens. “Why else do you think I’m doing this?”

He gestures at Quentin; “Why else would you do it?” he says. “Now come on, you know that’s not going to work.”

“It’s not fair,” Quentin says as he shifts, turning sideways on the couch, facing away from Tony. “Peter’s just— it’s not even the bond, it’s just him.” He lays back, gingerly resting his head on Tony’s leg.

“I know,” Tony says, trying to figure out what to do with his hands. “The sad puppy routine is brutal. Thank god it’s not intentional; if he ever figures out how to weaponize it we’re fucked.”

Quentin snorts. Shifts, trying to get comfortable, pulling one leg up and then switching. Looks like he’s having as much trouble with his hands as Tony.

This is supposed to make things… better. Supposed to make them a little less likely to spark off each other, though Tony doubts anything in the world could really do that. But Peter insists contact and associating comfort with each other is recommended, so off they go.

Quentin turns his head a bit, enough to see the TV. Switches legs again and then shoves his shoulders into Tony’s leg. “Ugh, why are you watching this. Give me the remote, will you?”

“Just tell FRIDAY what you want,” Tony says, a little absently, already digging back into his work. “And I wasn’t watching it, not really.”

“Sure,” Quentin says, but whatever else he says is lost because Tony’s tuned him out.

He can’t tune out the restless movement nearly as well, though. Every time he thinks Quentin has finally settled, he turns his head or stretches or moves his arms— “Will you stop that?” Tony says. “Just settle already.”

Quentin turns to glare at him. Tony raises his eyebrows and Quentin—still holding his gaze—very deliberately wiggles, pushing himself further into Tony’s lap. “Insufferable,” Tony mutters.

“Whatever.”

He does seem to settle after that, no more real movement or talking.

It’s not awful.

Quentin’s stopped being deliberately annoying, and Tony’s used to having Peter like this, fairly often, that if he doesn’t think too hard about it, he can almost pretend that’s who’s there. Which backfires a little when he absently drops his hand onto the top of Quentin’s head, slowly sliding his fingers through his hair.

He realizes his error a second later, when Quentin tenses slightly. Waits for the explosion, but instead— instead, Quentin relaxes, not acknowledging Tony’s touch at all. Well. That’s better.

Tony loses track of how long they sit like that; Peter said at least forty minutes, and that might not be as impossibly long as it sounded.

“Hey,” Peter says, Tony nearly starting. “How’s it going?”

He smiles at Peter. “We haven’t killed each other yet,” Tony says.

Peter laughs, very quietly. “Sounds like progress. Quentin?”

Quentin turns to face Peter, his eyes half closed. Doesn’t say anything at all for a moment, and then tilts his head back, offering.

“Oh,” Peter says, almost whispers, and Tony agrees. He hadn’t expected that.

Peter starts to reach for Quentin and stops. Bites his lip. “Tony,” he says slowly. “I think— why don’t you accept.”

What the— He looks at Peter, trying to get everything he wants to say and isn’t going to into one expression. Peter just nods slightly.

If Quentin bites him he’s never going to let Peter live it down.

Carefully, very carefully, Tony rests his hand on Quentin’s neck, the curve of it above his collarbone where Peter’s mark on him sits. Covers it with his palm and lets his fingers settle on Quentin’s throat, thumb over his pulse. Quentin glances at him, the same sort of distant, weighing look he gets during heat.

Closes his eyes and tilts his head back just a little further. Fuck. Well. That’s definitely progress.

Quentin stays like that as Peter joins them, ending up with Quentin’s legs over his lap. When Tony glances over, Peter’s got a hand wrapped around Quentin’s ankle; Quentin shifts a little more onto his side and zones out.

He’s almost tolerable like this, sprawled over their laps, quiet and relaxed and tentatively happy. More than tolerable, even approaching nice. Maybe Peter was onto something.

They’ve been like that for ages when Quentin suddenly stiffens, his eyes opening. Peter’s head comes up too, and a moment later Pepper comes through the doorway. ‘Tony,” she starts.

Quentin snarls.

Pepper takes a half step back, her eyes wide, and Tony feels pretty fucking shocked too. Sure, Quentin’s growled at both of them before, but those were small, cranky things, just a wordless ‘fuck off’. Not like this, not a real warning, vicious and defensive. “Hey,” Tony says, pressing down on Quentin’s neck. “Cut that out. She’s not a threat.”

“Oh, honestly,” Pepper says. “If you’d just blocked this time off like I told you—” Quentin snarls again, deeper, and goes up on his elbows, whole body tensed to jump her.

“Quentin,” Peter says, sharp, right on the edge of a command. “Stop it. You’re being rude.”

Like Quentin has ever cared about that, Tony thinks, but it works. Somewhat. Quentin goes silent, but he doesn’t settle back down until Peter reaches over and pushes him. Even once he’s lying down, head on Tony’s lap again, he’s tense, not taking his eyes off Pepper for a second.

“What did you need?” Tony asks. “You could have gotten pretty much anything from FRIDAY.”

“I thought you’d be alone,” she says. “Peter blocked off his schedule, so I thought—”

Quentin moves suddenly, rolling onto his side, his back against the couch. He stretches out, winding up with half his chest on Tony’s lap, head on top of his crossed arms, legs spread wider over Peter’s lap. Taking up as much room as possible, and Tony doesn’t know if he should be amused or offended that he’s apparently part of Quentin’s claim.

Pepper’s smart; she doesn’t even look at him as she continues talking, and okay, maybe she has a decent reason for coming here after all. Tony slides his hand into Quentin’s hair again as they talk, and Quentin pushes up into it, not subtly. Peter got one hand on Quentin’s ankle and the other just above his knee; if Quentin lunges, he’s set up to keep him in place. That’s a little reassuring. Still, Quentin doesn’t relax one bit the entire time Pepper’s there, and doesn’t take his eyes off her either.

He tenses even more, his fingers digging into Tony’s leg, when Pepper glaces down at him for just a second. She shakes her head slightly. “This is improvement?” she says.

“Actually,” Peter says, quiet, “it is.”

She looks a little worried, and Tony doesn’t blame her one bit. “It’s a work in progress,” he tells her, and she frowns at him before she leaves.

Tony lets his breath out in a whoosh. “Seriously?” he says. “Talk about an overreaction, Quentin. What was that?”

Quentin doesn’t respond, his shoulders coming up. He rolls forward, almost onto his stomach, and tucks his face against Tony’s thigh, practically hiding. “Quentin?” Peter says.

Quentin just burrows further into Tony’s lap. Tony looks at Peter; Peter looks back, just as uncertain.

“Okay then,” Tony says eventually, drawing it out. “Well, we knew you were possessive.” Quentin makes a small sound, mostly muffled, but doesn’t move.

It’s slow, so very, very slow, but as Tony and Peter go back to their own distractions, Quentin calms. Relaxes, inch by inch, until he stretches, shaking off the last of that tension, and goes limp over their laps.

It’s probably a sign to get up, before Quentin manages to wind himself up again. But getting up might do the same thing too. ‘Do nothing’ seems like the best choice for now.

It isn’t until Quentin’s hand falls from Tony’s lap to the couch with a thump that Tony pays any attention to him again. He glances down, about to say something.

“Shh,” Peter says. “Don’t.”

Tony looks over at him. “Don’t what,” he starts, and then he hears it. It’s faint, barely there at all, but still, there’s no doubt in Tony’s mind. Quentin’s snoring.

“Really?” Tony says. “Insufferable. Eternally.”

Peter laughs. “If you minded that much,” he says, “you’d have pushed him off ages ago.”

“I didn’t say I don’t like insufferable,” Tony says. “I like you, after all.” Peter makes a face at him. “Do you think he knows he snores?”

“Don’t tell him,” Peter says. “You’re getting along so well!”

“Because he’s asleep,” Tony points out. Still, he thinks, curling Quentin’s hair around his finger, he probably won’t tell him.

Or at least he’ll save it for a time when Quentin will be most offended by being called cute.

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#fluffuary #quenterony #quentony #starker #spiderio #tony x peter x quentin #series: happenstance #my work #fanfiction

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Quentin Beck/Peter Parker, Quentin Beck/Tony Stark, Quentin Beck/Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Peter Parker/Tony Stark Characters: Quentin Beck, Tony Stark, Peter Parker Additional Tags: Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Father/Son Incest, Manipulative Quentin Beck, Quentin Beck Is a Good Bro, trust me it makes sense, Peter is 17 but that's legal in New York, Protective Tony Stark, Possessive Tony Stark, Sir Kink, Spitroasting, Deepthroating, Come Marking, Getting Together, Getting Back Together, (sort of), Alternate Universe - No Powers Summary:

Quentin has had to watch these two idiots pining over each other for years, and now that he's got both Starks notched in his belt, well. Time to do something about it.

In which Tony walks in on his ex fucking his son and ends up right where he swore he'd never go.

#starker #spiderio #ironspider #tony x peter #peter x tony #tony stark x peter parker #mcu #spiderman #mysteryspider #quentin beck x peter parker #quentin x peter #quenter #quentony #quenterony #tenmoresins

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Ok I need opinions. I have too many ideas for several fluffuary prompts and need help narrowing it down. Anyone have thoughts? (Or interested lol.)

Peter POV experiencing topspace for the first time. With Quentin or Tony?

Foot kink of some sort: Peter with Tony or Quentin? Whose POV?

Post heat aftercare - who’s the omega: Tony, Peter, or Quentin? And who’s the alpha? POV? Solved!

Two subs tied together making out and showing off for their dom: Which three out of Peter, Tony, Rhodey, Quentin, Harley, or Pepper? Who’s what? (Probably dom POV)

#starker #spiderio #quentony #quenterony #ironspiderhusbands #fluff is hard #making decisions is hard #this is how i end up with fifty wips #things are currently skewed toward a majority starker for fics #if that influences #also i do like doing the more difficult/unexpected choice?#help #i'm really bad at fluff #smut is so much easier

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Fluffuary Round Up - Peter/Quentin

Peter/Quentin

Wrapped Up / AO3

Prompt: Sharing/stealing blankets

Word Count: 548

Summary: Apparently—unbeknownst to Quentin—there's a proper way to share blankets.

Going Steady / AO3

Prompt: Date night

Word Count: 999

Summary: Mysterio plots and Spider-Man thwarts him; it's what they do. It's what they do a lot, actually.

So how dare Peter leave him hanging like this?

Redirect / AO3

Prompt: Oops during sex

Word Count: 843

Summary: The bite gave Peter a ridiculously short refractory period, very sticky hands and feet, and excellent sense of balance.

None of which saves him.

Unfurl / AO3

Prompt: “Stay a while/the night.”

Word Count: 1167

Summary: Quentin's not stupid; Peter's only doing this, any of this, because Quentin pays.

So if he wants to pay for cuddling and a sleep over, that's his problem.

Sea Change / AO3

Prompt: Seeing color soulmates

Words: 815

Summary: Mysterio has blue eyes; Peter wonders if that means his world doesn’t have soulmates.

Tony/Quentin/Peter

Re: / AO3

Prompt: Marks

Word Count: 638

Summary: Quentin gets it; if they can't see each other, at least they can look at Quentin and see where he's been touched.

Touchy Feely / AO3

Prompt: Post heat/rut

Word Count: 2209

Summary: Their first heat was a disaster from start to finish. So this one? Tony doesn't have a clue what to expect.

(Series: Happenstance / AO3)

Tolerances / AO3

Prompt: Sitting on laps

Word Count: 1527

Summary: If Tony and Quentin want to keep Peter happy, they need to start getting along.

If only it wasn’t so hard.

( Series: Happenstance / AO3)

#fluffuary #spiderio #mysteryspider #quenter #ironspiderio #quenterony #peter x quentin #quentin x peter #tony x peter x quentin

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First Lines Meme

Thanks @zsparz for the tag on this! I seriously love it when you tag me on these things, I’m just really terrible at doing anything in a timely manner.

Rules: List the first lines of your last 10 stories I’m too lazy for 20 sorry. See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

The following works can be found here on Ao3.

1. Sunbeams Find You (Tony/Peter, MCU)

Peter dreams.

2. Sea Change (Peter/Quentin,MCU)

Peter is already feeling a little overwhelmed by— well, everything so far, overwhelmed and nervous and hoping Mr. Fury isn’t going to want anything really big from him, because—

3. Teamwork Makes the Dream Work (Tony/Rhodey/Peter, MCU)

Peter is always way too willing to go along with Rhodey’s ideas.

4. Tolerances (Tony/Peter/Quentin, MCU)

“This is stupid.”

5. Consolation Prize (Tony/Quentin, MCU)

“You know,” Tony says, “I could always bring you with me.”

6. Worth the World (Tony/Peter, MCU)

Valentine’s Day.

7. It's a Threat, Not a Promise (Tony/Peter, MCU)

There’s always a split second between Tony grabbing his coffee mug and actually lifting it where Tony remembers, way back somewhere deep in his mind, that the last time he picked up that mug he finished it off.

8. Tangled Up (Tony/Rhodey/Peter, MCU)

Peter's a good kid, but there are a few things Rhodey needs to teach him.

9. Unfurl (Peter/Quentin, MCU)

Peter looks tired.

10. Cold Hands, Warm Heart (Tony/Rhodey/Peter, MCU)

Peter's not sure what causes it.

11. Preoccupied (Tony/Quentin, MCU)

Quentin: Send me the details of the glasses you’ve been messing with

12. Touchy Feely (Tony/Peter/Quentin, MCU)

It’s not that Tony is complaining— not really.

13. Commemorate (Tony/Peter, MCU)

Peter’s phone has been going off for a solid five minutes before he laughs, a short, quickly smothered thing.

14. Less Than Sweet (Tony/Quentin, MCU)

It takes him a while to settle on a suitable endearment for Quentin.

15. Giggles (Tony/Peter, MCU)

“Peter?

16. Oversized (Tony/Rhodey/Peter, MCU)

Peter has a… thing about clothes.

17. Inestimable (Tony/Peter, MCU)

“God, Peter,” Tony mutters as he walks into the bedroom.

18. Lucid (Tony/Quentin, MCU)

Tony’s barely awake when Quentin crawls back into bed.

19. Redirect (Peter/Quentin, MCU)

They’ve been making out for ages, things slowly heating up until they’re curled up on their sides, pressed together, rocking against each other.

20. Re: (Tony/Peter/Quentin, MCU)

For a while, it wasn’t about him.

Patterns: Uh... Idk! It’s a little uneven here because these are all Fluffuary fics, so I approached them a different way than usual. I seem to like short first lines? Peter gets first dibs, looks like.

Favorite: I have a soft spot for ‘It takes him a while to settle on a suitable endearment for Quentin’ because I’m immediately like, oh no. These two things do not go together; it’s trouble time!

I’m drawing blanks right now on tagging, so anyone who wants to give it a go, do it! And tag me so I can add to my reading list :D

#starker #spiderio #ironspiderhusbands #quentony #quenterony #my work #fic meme #tag games

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Touchy Feely - Fluffuary Day 17

Prompt: Post heat/rut

Word Count: 2209

Summary: Their first heat was a disaster from start to finish. So this one? Tony doesn't have a clue what to expect.

It’s not that Tony is complaining— not really. After all, what is there to complain about?

Maybe the fact that Quentin has been asleep, half on his lap, for what feels like hours and Tony’s legs are very numb and he really could stand to pee.

Or maybe that Peter is completely conked out, utterly useless when he should be the one doing all the taking care of things, like the alpha he is. Instead, it’s looking more and more like it's going to fall to Tony, as the only member of this little group that’s not completely exhausted.

Tony has never been so glad to be a beta in his life.

Quentin stirs, a little shift to the side and a huff of breath; Tony looks down at him, unsure if this is about to be good, or… not so. If Quentin’s heat has finally broken, or if he’s going to be up for yet another round that no one is going to look forward to.

Quentin shifts again, his eyes opening, slowly. He blinks, Tony watching closely. Frowns.

“Oh my god,” he says, his face scrunching up. “I feel disgusting. Ugh,” and Tony feels a wave of relief. It’s over. “Seriously,” Quentin adds, “what the hell. I’ve never felt like this after a heat.” He levers himself up, groaning. “It feels like there’s fur in my mouth.”

“You’re so whiny,” Peter mumbles, still curled up with his eyes closed, and Tony has to smother his laugh while Quentin glares over at him.

He leans past Quentin and grabs the glass he brought over earlier— mostly for himself, honestly. “Here,” he says.

Quentin pushes himself up the rest of the way until he’s sitting and gulps it down. “Alright,” he says, stretching, “I’m going— fucking— okay,” he snaps, twisting his head to try and get a look behind himself. “Who came on my back, seriously? Why? That’s disgusting.”

“Don’t look at me,” Tony says. Peter sighs.

“Fine,” Peter says. “It was me, look— it just— I wasn’t planning on it or anything!”

“Disgusting,” Quentin repeats. “Move, Tony. I need to shower as of yesterday.” He brings his hand up, runs it through his hair and down the back of his neck; freezes. Tony can just barely see his face, how he’s gone wide eyed, fingers following the line of his collar. Did he forget about it? Granted, he was already pretty out of it when Peter put it on.

“Uh,” he says, hand still on it. “I— this. This probably shouldn’t get soaked?” and it’s kind of funny to hear him sound so uncertain; it takes a bit to rattle him. “Can— will you—”

“Oh,” Peter says. Pushes himself about a bit and sort of crawls over to Quentin, leaning against him. “Sure, I’ll get it.”

He fumbles as he’s taking it off, Quentin’s head ducked, baring his nape. His shoulders have gone stiff, tight, unhappy about something. That they—okay, Peter, but it’s still both of them—even put one on him?

Or that it’s coming off?

The latter, Tony decides as Quentin half raises his hand when Peter pulls the collar away, reaching for his neck before he stops himself. Peter notices, because Peter’s really taken Tony’s ‘you know, you can read up on this stuff too, kid’ to heart.

He gets his hand around Quentin’s neck, pulling him back, Peter plastered against him. Kisses the side of Quentin’s neck, and lower, over the bond mark, right where Quentin had complained about Peter coming on him, marking him even more.

Quentin shivers, his breath a little shaky as he exhales. Tony can see him perfectly like this, tipped back by Peter’s hand, mouth open and eyes closed and gone all soft again, all wanting and picture perfect omega again.

He opens his eyes slowly, dazed, and catches Tony staring at him; well, Tony’s hardly ashamed of that. Blinks, and then blushes, creeping up along his jaw, his ears going red first. “Lemme go,” he says, “I need— I need to clean up.”

He’s off the bed the second Peter lets go, practically fleeing, and Tony takes a moment to get in a good look at that ass, fuck.

“Hey!” Peter calls. “Don’t take forever! The rest of us feel pretty gross too!” Sighs when Quentin just waves a hand at him and flops back down. “Ugh,” he says. “He’s so hot. How are you both so hot? It’s not fair.”

Tony snorts. “Go take a better look in the mirror, baby,” he says and Peter wrinkles his nose. Tony actually doesn’t feel bad at all; he got his shower earlier, while they were both passed out and wouldn’t miss him. They still had, though, Quentin rolling over and clinging the second Tony got back in bed.

“You know,” he tells Peter, getting up and stretching himself, “that shower is more than big enough for two. We’ve tested that out enough.”

“Yeah,” Peter says. “But I’m a little worried he’d like, kick me out or bite me or something. He was so touchy last time.”

“He’s always touchy,” Tony says, and it’s true. “Come on, up. You know he’s going to pitch a fit about getting back into a filthy bed.” To be fair—not that he particularly wants to be fair when it comes to Quentin—it’s pretty bad.

Peter grumbles the whole time, low level cranky little complaints. “I don’t know how other alphas manage this all by themselves,” he says as they haul off the sheets. “I would be failing so hard right now if you weren’t here.”

“Don’t ask me, kid.” Tony gives the sheets a wary look. This… is not his area of expertise. “You good with this? Got it? Cause I’m going to see about getting us some food.”

He doesn’t wait for an answer.

Peter’s gone when Tony gets back, but the shower’s still running. Or running again, because Quentin is sprawled out on the bed, looking much better.

His head pops up. “Is that food?”

Tony looks down at it. “No,” he says. “Definitely not. What gives you that idea?”

Quentin glares at him. “I’m starving, give it here.”

Well, that had sort of been the plan; still, the urge to annoy Quentin is always present. “What if I’m saving it for Peter?” He settles on the bed, sliding the tray onto the nightstand. “Maybe you should ask to share nicer than that.”

There’s a moment where Tony’s not sure if Quentin’s going to explode, or sulk.

Or neither, an option Tony hadn’t considered. Quentin leans in, shifting until he’s right along Tony’s side. Tucks his face into the curve of Tony’s neck, his lips just brushing skin when he speaks. “Tony,” he says. “I’m hungry. Can’t you do something about that?” and even if Tony doesn’t have a gland there, doesn’t have those instincts, he still shivers.

“Goddammit, Quentin,” he mutters. “Yeah, take whatever you want. It was for you all along anyway.”

He feels the huff of breath as Quentin laughs, the press of lips as Quentin kisses that spot before he leans in a little more. “Tony,” Quentin says, dragging it out. “Aren’t you going to do something about it?”

What is he— oh. Huh. “Are you actually asking to be fed?” Tony says incredulously. That does not seem like Quentin’s thing.

“Maybe,” Quentin says. “Kind of just wanted to see if you would.”

“If you want,” Tony says, and he would.

Quentin hesitates, pressed against him. “Not this time,” he says finally. “Maybe another though. And—” His hesitation is longer. “Would you—”

There’s a movement by Tony’s thigh, Quentin pushing the collar along the bed.

It’s so, so tempting to make a fuss over it, see just how red he can get Quentin. But Tony doesn’t, in the end; he can practically feel how Quentin is near squirming in embarrassment and yet he still managed to—sort of—ask.

“Sure, sweetheart,” he says. “Here, chin up,” and Quentin keeps his eyes closed as Tony closes it around his throat.

Peter comes out while they’re eating. Or rather, while Tony’s nibbling a little and Quentin is devouring every bit he can. “Oh my god, food,” Peter says. “Yessss!”

He reaches forward and Quentin growls.

“...no?” Peter says after a long, silent moment, he and Tony both staring at Quentin, who doesn’t even seem to notice. “What, you don’t share now?”

“Get your own,” Quentin tells him. “Tony brought this for me,” and… okay, maybe Tony had implied that, but he hadn’t meant—

Peter looks at him and Tony shrugs. It’s probably not worth arguing about, if Quentin’s in that kind of mood. “Fine,” Peter says, crawling onto the bed. “Will you get me something too, Tony?”

“No,” Quentin snaps before Tony even has a chance to tell Peter yes. “Ugh, Peter. Go away.”

“What?”

“Go away,” Quentin says. “I am so tired of smelling you. All alpha everywhere; just go somewhere else for a while, okay? I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“Wow,” Peter says. “Rude,” and he looks a little hurt, not that Tony blames him.

Tony catches Peter’s eyes, rolls his. “Come on, kid,” he says. “Let give him some space to sulk on his own then.”

Quentin huffs and grabs Tony’s wrist. “Not you,” he says. “I didn’t say you could go. You barely smell like anything at all. What?” he adds. “I don’t want to be alone, that’s ridiculous.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Peter mutters. “Whatever. I’m going to go sleep for a week, and then I’m never going to let you live it down that you wanted Tony for this instead of me.”

“Peter,” Tony says, “no, hey, don’t leave me alone with him!” but it’s too late.

Quentin finishes eating, completely ignoring how Tony’s sniping at him, and curls up on the bed. Tugs at Tony until he lies down next to him, and then Quentin attaches himself like an octopus, clinging and all over Tony. He’s quiet, hopefully falling asleep.

Tony’s nearly there himself when Quentin sits up. “Where’s Peter?”

“What?” Tony says. “What do you mean?”

Quentin frowns at him. “What do you think I mean?” he says. “Why isn’t he here? Where did he go?” He hesitates, a slip Tony will do him the favor of ignoring. “He should be here.”

He cannot believe this. “He’s not here,” Tony says, staring up at Quentin, “because you sent him away.”

“Why would I do that?” Quentin says. “That’s stupid. It doesn’t make any sense. Get him back.”

Tony pushes himself up. Look, he can forgive a certain amount of… weirdness, with Quentin being an omega and all, but this is— “Are you kidding me?”

“Get him back,” Quentin insists. “I don’t like this. He should be here.”

“Friday,” Tony says, “will you tell Peter to get back here asap because his omega is being a pain in my ass.”

“I’m not,” Quentin says, and he doesn’t sound like himself. Doesn’t look like himself, the way he’s curled in; not much, but far more than usual. “He should be here, that’s all. Why wouldn’t he be here? He’s not mad, right? He’s not— nothing happened, did it?”

He’ll never, ever tell Quentin—because it seems like a perfect way for Tony to get his head bit off—but he’s a little pitiful like this, all worried and fussy. Maybe Tony doesn’t have the same urges Peter might, but he’s not a complete asshole. Not in the face of those eyes.

“Oh, you are going to murder me when you are back in your right mind and remember this,” Tony says. He sets his hand against the back of Quentin’s neck and Quentin twitches. “No, nothing bad happened, sweetheart. He’s not mad at you.”

“But he’s not here—”

“Ugh,” Peter says, almost stumbling as come through the door. “This had better be good. I was nearly asleep. What is it?”

“You were gone,” Quentin says, almost sulky. Tony half expects him to cross his arms, for fuck’s sake. “You’re supposed to be here and you weren’t. Where were you? Why did you go?”

Peter’s mouth is hanging open; he looks at Tony and Tony can only shake his head. “Don’t bother,” he tells Peter. “Just come here.”

“Seriously?” Peter mutters, but he curls up on the bed next to Quentin, who promptly shoves him over more, lying down and wiggling around until he’s got them right where he wants them. “You’re so bossy,” Peter says as Quentin pushes his head to the side, burying his face against Peter’s scent point.

“Shhhh,” Quentin says, and reaches behind him until he finds Tony’s arm; yanks him forward, wrapping Tony’s arm around his waist. The way he’s got his head stretched out, Tony just knows Quentin’s going to end up snoring. He pulls at him a little, trying to get him rearranged just enough that won’t happen.

Quentin cracks open one eye and growls at him, softer and higher pitched then what Peter had gotten. Tony sighs, and gives up.

“So, so bossy,” Tony whispers, and Quentin nods. Smug bastard; of course he’d be pleased with that. Just like an omega to get them both wrapped around his finger.

Or, well. Around him, quite literally.

#fluffuary #quenterony #tony x peter x quentin #starker #spiderio #quentony #my work #fanfiction #series: happenstance

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11:59 - Kinktober Day 24

11:59

Prompt: Voyeurism

Word Count: 5402

Summary: Tony had wanted Peter to have some fun before he wasted the rest of his life on Tony. This? This was definitely not the sort of fun Tony had in mind. Or who he would have picked for it.

(exhibitionism, dirty talk, snark, Peter’s sixteen still, Beck is such a jerk)

Tony hadn't thought it through, what he'd told Peter.

Oh, he thought he had, he thought he was being responsible and restrained in the face of Peter throwing himself at Tony like that. He hadn't touched Peter, hadn't told Peter yes. Definitely hadn't bent Peter over the workbench and fucked him right there in the shop, like he wanted to.

It made sense for him to tell Peter nothing was happening until he was legal. For both their sakes, that had to be the bare minimum he could hold out for. And it made sense for him to say that Peter needed more experience, needed to know what he'd be missing out on if he shackled himself to Tony— because if he does, Tony's not going to let him go. Just two simple, logical, reasonable rules to slow Peter's roll: when you're seventeen, and when you've had some sex. Good rules, right?

So how the hell had Peter turned those into this?

‘This’ being Peter showing up at his door at nine pm on his birthday, with Quentin fucking Beck in tow. ‘This’ being Peter asking if they can come in, if he can talk to Tony.

‘This’ being Peter saying, “It’s my birthday.”

“Yes?” Tony says. “I mean, yes, I know it’s your birthday, I’m just not clear on what that means in this… context.” He gestures at Beck.

Peter rolls his eyes. “It’s my birthday,” he repeats, “so in about three hours, I won’t be sixteen anymore.”

“What he’s trying to say,” Beck cuts in, “is that he won’t be jailbait anymore. And that he’s expecting you to want to do something about it, maybe even… celebrate.” And yes, thank you, Tony is well aware of what Peter’s birthday means, well aware that his self control is going to have one more thing testing it.

Not that he’s going to tell Beck that he wants Peter. “I’m sorry,” he says, “why are you here again? Why are you pointing this out?”

“Please,” Beck says. “I know all about your little deal with Peter. He slides his arm around Peter’s waist, tugging him closer— and Peter doesn’t resist.

“You said you wanted me to have a chance to be with someone else,” Peter says. “Well—”

“Are you kidding me?” Tony snaps; he can’t believe this. Peter let Beck touch him, have him? He hadn’t gone for someone his age, he’d gone for the creep he’s technically interning for? "You're so fucking fired," Tony tells Beck.

"You wouldn't," Beck says, too certain. "You'd never be able to shut it up if I talked about this."

"Quentin," Peter says.

"You'd still be the one in jail," Tony says.

"Tony!" Peter hisses, glaring at both of them. "No one is talking to anyone about this," he says. "Or blackmailing anyone, or firing anyone. Just— stop it. I—we—came here because—” He hesitates, biting his lip, and he’s turning red. Beck curls his other arm around Peter in a loose hug, and Tony hates how causal his touches are.

“What are you,” he asks Beck, “the moral support? Really?”

“Maybe,” Beck says. “Support, at least.”

Peter huffs. “I want to kiss you the second I turn seventeen,” he says. “I want— to do a lot more than kiss you, but I want at least that. And then, if you still want to turn me down, I want you to do it knowing exactly what you’re missing out on,” parroting back Tony’s words.

“Kid—”

“And Quentin is here because— because he’s been helping me out.” Beck snorts, softly, amused. “You have,” Peter mutters. Turns back to Tony. “I want you to see me as more than a kid,” he says. “I want to show you— show you what I’ve been learning. How much better I am at stuff. I’m not a dumb little virgin anymore.”

“You were never that,” Tony says. “You don’t have to show me anything, Peter. I don’t— that’s not something I need from you, or want from you.”

There’s a flash of uncertainty on Peter’s face, breaking through that stubbornness. He looks away from Tony, and opens his mouth, closes it without saying anything.

“Come on,” Beck says, and he’s definitely getting a kick out of this. “He’s been looking forward to this, all excited about showing off for you. Are you really enough of an asshole to tell him you don’t want it? It’s a good show, you know.”

“That is not what I meant,” Tony snaps, automatic. “I— Peter, I promise, you don’t have to do a damn thing with him. I’ll kiss you the second after midnight anyway.”

Peter hesitates. “But I kinda want to,” he says, small, and Beck raises his eyebrows at Tony, unimpressed.

Tony kinda wants to too. Fuck, he wants to a lot, watching Peter have any sort of sex might be a distant second to actually having him, but even the thought is still hot as hell. And it’s very clear that Peter wants this.

“Fuck,” Tony says. “I— alright. Alright, Peter. You… you do whatever you want.”

Peter sucks in a breath. Smiles. Shit, Tony thinks.

Beck lets go of him, goes to sit down on the couch. “Um,” Peter says, “you— sit there, okay?” pointing at one of the chairs across from it, at a slight angle; Beck smirks at Tony once he sits.

“Why the hell did he pick you,” Tony mutters.

“Opportunity,” Beck says. “Willingness to go along with his detailed little plan. I’m sure the fact that I’m hot and experienced helps as well.”

“And humble,” Tony says. “I should have fired you back when you had that meltdown about names.”

Beck goes still for a second, darker, and that right there is one of the reasons Tony had almost fired him. That edge of something unstable, that he could just snap anytime. “Too late now,” Beck says.

“Ugh, will you two stop fighting?” Peter says. “I thought you were supposed to be the adults.”

He’s gotten his shirt off and is tugging off his shoes, and Tony can’t look away. He’s seen Peter nearly naked before, has been up close and personal even, adjusting the suit, but this is not the same. And he’s never seen Peter’s cock, pretty and pink, twitching as Tony stares.

Peter stands there, frozen for a moment, blushing all down his neck. “Stunning,” Beck says, and he’s watching Peter too. “Don’t you agree?”

“Yes,” Tony says, his heart in his throat. “He is. Fuck, Peter, you’re a knockout,” and Peter ducks his head, suddenly shy.

“What’s first on the menu, baby?” Beck says, and Peter walks over to him. Lets himself be pulled in, between Beck’s legs, tugged down and kissed. It’s slow, deep, Tony catching the pink of Peter’s tongue slipping into Beck’s mouth, the soft noises of them making out. He’s already hard; this is going to be torture. Peter pulls back and sinks down on his knees, his hands working at Beck’s fly. “Oh, good choice,” Beck says.

Watching it, watching Peter’s hands on Beck’s cock, watching him brush his lips against it, nuzzle it, slowly lick it— it’s awful because Tony can’t stand seeing anyone else having Peter; what was he thinking, that he’d somehow be okay with knowing Peter had gone out and had sex before he came back to Tony? It’s awful, and god, it’s so hot. So fucking hot watching Peter’s lips close around Beck’s cock, watching his mouth sink down onto it, his eyes fluttering shut before he looks up at Beck. Tony wants that mouth on him, wants Peter looking at him, but Beck was right; it is a good show.

"He's good at this," Beck says, smirking at Tony. Thrusts into Peter's mouth, his hand on the back of Peter's head, holding him in place. "You really should thank me for training that gag reflex right out of him," and he shoves Peter down, forcing his cock deep into Peter's throat. Peter takes it without even a flinch, just a small cut off noise, a flex of his back between Beck's legs.

Tony's not going to thank him for anything, ever. That this asshole took advantage of Peter, took those experiences with Peter from Tony— there isn't anything to thank him for.

Beck looks down at Peter, and even from this angle Tony can see how Peter is looking up, how his eyes are wide and wet. "Isn't he pretty like this?" Beck says. Tony clenches his jaw. Beck lets Peter pull back enough to breath, mouth still on Beck's cock, and looks back to Tony. "Aren't you going to answer?" he asks, and no, Tony's not.

"Or maybe you don't agree," Beck goes on, "maybe you don't think there's anything pretty about him sucking cock. Are there some other words you're thinking of for it? Slutty? Filthy? Don't you think he wants to know?"

Peter's eyes have closed, and he's stopped moving, just letting Beck rest in his mouth. Fuck, of course Tony doesn't want Peter to think he's disgusted by this. "He's gorgeous," Tony says, and it hurts, the way Peter's eyes fly open, the way his gaze darts to Tony. "You're very, very pretty like that, Peter."

"Just made for it," Beck agrees. "Why don't you show him what he's in for, honey?"

Tony shuts his eyes for a moment, trying to resist the urge to yank Peter away from Beck, kick Beck out and tell him to start running. "Look at him, Tony," Beck snaps. "He likes to be watched; you're not going to hurt his feelings, are you?"

"You're a bastard," Tony tells him, but he watches.

Peter does seem to like being watched, because he blushes even darker when he realizes Tony's eyes are him, puts a little more into the blowjob he's giving Beck. A really, really good blowjob from the looks of it, Beck leaning back and letting Peter do all the work. He doesn't have to say a thing to Peter, apparently, and Tony hates what that suggests.

Peter moans as he sucks Beck, bobbing his head and sinking down all the way on his cock, spit dripping from the corner of his mouth. Pulls back and teases him, his hand slowly stroking the shaft while he toys with the head, pink tongue licking at it, his lips red, wet, and Tony can't fucking look away. He really is gorgeous like this. Every bit of him, every naked inch kneeling between Beck's legs, pale and lean, well muscled but still in that slightly gangly stage.

Tony should have said yes.

Peter pulls back, kissing the tip as he looks up at Beck. "Can I?" he says, "Please?"

"What do you think, Tony?" Beck asks. "Can he touch himself while he does this?" Peter looks over at Tony, and how is Tony supposed to say no.

"Yeah," he says hoarsely. "Go on, kid. I want to see you come before he does." Beck laughs, and Peter shudders.

He hadn't been able to look away from Peter's mouth, and now he can't stop watching Peter's hand, Peter's cock, dark and dripping with precome. His hips buck into it as he strokes himself, not wasting any time, and Tony actually considers telling him to slow down, to draw it out. Tony wants to see the whole progression of it, wants to watch every expression Peter makes while he gets himself off.

He'll have his chance, he tells himself. He'll have plenty of opportunities to tell Peter to jerk off, put on a show for Tony, and it looks like Peter's going to love that. He tells himself that, over and over as he watches Peter come even faster than Tony thought he would, gets to hear those perfect sounds and see the way his face goes lax, how his cock twitches and none of it, none of it is at Tony's hand. This isn't the way he wanted to discover those things for the first time.

It's still beautiful.

Peter's barely finished coming when Beck grabs his head and starts fucking into his mouth; he makes a sharp, startled sound, jerking at Beck's grip, and then just relaxes into it. Takes the brutal face fucking from Beck like it's nothing, eyes fluttering shut and Tony wants Peter on his cock like that, wants him barely breathing around it. Wants to pull out just like Beck and come on Peter's face, watch his come drip down Peter's cheeks.

Beck takes a few long, shuddering breaths and then his hand is in Peter's hair, tilting his head toward Tony. "Like what you see?"

"Fuck, yes," Tony says, and Peter's eyes open, just a bit, come clinging to his eyelashes. "You look amazing, Peter. Look so fucking good on your knees, so good with a cock in your mouth; I knew you would. So hot when you come, can't wait to have you under me. Wish it wasn't him," and Tony flicks a glance at Beck, still looking smug, "but I could watch you suck cock for hours."

"Tony," Peter whispers, shuddering.

“Peter,” Tony says, helplessly. “God, Peter, you’re— who could possibly look away from you?”

“That’s more like it,” Beck says. “You really should appreciate him more, Tony. You’re getting something really special here without even trying. Lucky bastard.” Peter moans, very softly, looking at Tony with this stunning expression, soft and open and so desperate; Tony wants him looking just like that his cock, not Beck’s.

Beck gets Peter turned around, still kneeling but settled back against Beck's legs, leaning into it. "Toss me his shirt," he says, and Tony throws it at his face, Beck managing to catch it before it connects. Laughs, like this is fucking funny. He slips his hand into Peter's hair and tugs his head back a bit, wiping the come off his face.

"Take five, baby," Beck says, and Peter hums, resting his head on Beck's thigh and staring at Tony. Beck's petting him, hand sliding slowly though Peter's hair, and it's a fucking nightmare that Beck knows what that feels like and Tony doesn't. "You see?" Beck says. "He likes it a little rough. A lot rough, sometimes, so don't worry about hurting him. Don't worry when he cries," and Tony glares at him.

Beck's looking down at Peter, though, and then Tony is too. He's turning red again as Beck talks, but he's not denying anything, and not looking away from Tony.

Beck's hand trails down Peter's neck, hook around the front and pulling him back; Peter's head tips back, exposing the whole of his throat to Beck's hand. "He's a little embarrassed by it," Beck says, "but he's an awfully sweet submissive too. Aren't you, honey?"

Peter looks up at him, his expression soft, open. "Yes, sir," he says, and Jesus Christ, Tony had no idea how much he wants Peter to say that to him. Peter likes it too, not just giving it lip service judging by the way his cock is getting hard again. Beck smiles.

"I'm going to miss you," he says. "You've been a lot of fun, baby." He looks up, catching Tony's eye, a smirk growing slowly on his face. "Guess I'd better make sure the last time makes up for it."

"You'd better," Tony says. "Because you're never touching him again after this."

Beck rolls his eyes. "Please," he says. "You're the one that sent him to me. Don't bother with the threats; I knew when this was going to end."

"I— I did not fucking send him to you!"

"Keep telling yourself that," Beck says. "Come on, Peter," he adds, tugging at Peter's hair. "Up, honey." Peter crawls up into his lap, straddling him, resting his head against Beck's shoulder. "Want me to tell him?"

Peter rolls his head enough to see Tony, barely catch his eyes, and nods.

"You sent him to me," Beck says, "with your insistence that he try out someone else before he could have you. You should have known how stubborn he is; four months until he turns seventeen isn't a lot of time to get that fully checked off."

"That was not what I meant!" Tony says, christ. He'd thought— if Peter was as awkward as he can be about finding someone for that requirement, Tony might have a whole year more to get things under control. He'd never meant for Peter to go out and find the nearest person interested in jailbait.

"Come back when you've gotten a couple fucks in," Beck says. "Does that ring any bells?" and ok, maybe Tony could have phrased that better; he may have been a little drunk. "And Peter— what was it you said, sweetheart? That you weren't sure Tony would take your word for it, that it might be better to give a demonstration of how good you are at being fucked?" Peter's face is bright, bright red, burrowed into Beck's neck, but he nods.

"So," Beck says. "There's some lube in his backpack; toss it over and we'll get on with it."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Tony snaps. "Peter, kid, you don't have to do this, I didn't— it was never just about you having sex with someone before me. It was— I wanted you to go out and have some fun first."

"I'm not fun?" Beck says, just as Peter huffs and turns his head.

"I did have fun," Peter says. "And you're totally fun, don't even pretend you're hurt."

"You're not fun," Tony tells Beck. "You're a creep, a predator."

"You really think waiting a few hours before you fuck him makes you any different?" Beck shakes his head. "Bet you were proud of yourself for making him wait a few months, like it makes you more moral than me."

"He is more moral than you," Peter mutters.

"Well, sure," Beck says. "But he's no saint. Now— lube, if you don't mind." His hand slides down Peter's back, squeezing his ass. "Unless you want to watch him take it dry? He will, you know."

"I don't— fuck!" This isn't something Tony can stop, something he can keep from happening. It won't matter what he tells Peter now; Peter's too stubborn to back down. Still, he's furious as he goes to Peter's backpack, digs out the lube all the way at the bottom. Slaps it down on Beck's palm and doesn't let go right away. "What are you even getting out of this? You like being watched?"

"No," Beck says, raising an eyebrow. "That's what Peter gets off to. Just like you're going to wind up coming from watching." Peter glances at Tony over his shoulder, unsure, hopeful. "I just like screwing with people," Beck says. "And screwing them; I get the best of both and Peter's tight little ass too."

God, Tony wants to punch him. Or fire him. Or both.

"Go sit," Beck says. "Don't you want a better view? Trust me, it'll be worth it."

"You'll see," Peter says, quietly. "I'm so much better than I was before. I can make you feel good."

Tony can't even start on that. Later, he decides. Later, when Beck isn't smirking at him like he's about to laugh.

He's got a perfect view when he's back in his chair and Beck knows it. Doesn't even do anything more than pet Peter for a bit, kneading his ass, and pulling his cheeks apart, showing off that tight pink hole. God, Peter's a wet dream.

It's unbearable, watching this. Watching Beck slick Peter up, slip one finger into him. Watching him whsiper something to Peter, Peter nodding, and then rolling his hips, fucking himself onto it, slowly. Fucking unbearable as Beck takes his time, waiting until Peter is whining for it before he gets two in him, kissing him as he fingers Peter open. Unbearable how Tony can't look away from Beck's fingers sliding in and out of Peter's hole, how it clenches around them, relaxes, slick and stretched out by the time Beck's up to three, hooking his fingers inside Peter and pulling his hole open, showing off the gape of him.

Beck knows, too, knows how Tony is watching, how Tony is so hard and can't catch his breath, wanting to touch Peter more than anything. Wanting to fuck him, even if it's just like that, even if he has to put up with Beck on the other side. "You like that?" Beck says and Peter nods, but Beck was looking at Tony.

Tony nods.

"So pretty like this, honey," Beck says, spreading his fingers in Peter. "Gonna get you so stretched out we could both fit in you, wouldn't you love that." Peter moans, pushing back onto Beck's fingers. "He's watching you," Beck says, softer, "looking right at you, baby, looking at your sweet ass all stretched out around me. Can't look away, in fact, not even to glare at me. Can you, Tony?"

"Fuck off," Tony says, but it's true. "Of course I'm looking at him. You look like something straight out of my dreams, kid."

Peter gasps, clinging to Beck. "I told you," Beck says. "I told you he'd want to watch just as much as he wants to fuck you. Bet you he’ll find some way to watch you squirming on some else’s cock again, when I’m gone.” He laughs; smirks at Tony and nips Peter’s ear. “Bet you he’ll wind up begging me to get my cock in you if I take much longer.”

“I’ll wind up begging,” Peter mumbles and Beck grins.

“Yeah, you will,” he says. “You always do, sweetheart.” He tips Peter’s head back and kisses his neck. “I won’t make you this time,” Beck says.

He pulls his fingers out, slow, watching Tony, and there’s a perfect second where Peter’s ass gapes open, ready for fucking. “God, Peter,” Tony whispers.

Peter’s clumsy when Beck urges him him, gets him turned around and kneeling over his thighs, facing Tony. Pulls Peter up, his hands on Peter’s hips, and if Tony wanted, he could have a perfect view of Beck’s cock pushing into Peter’s ass.

But he’s watching Peter’s face. Watching all those shifts in his expression as he sinks down, his breath catching before he moans, and he doesn’t pause even once before he’s settled on Beck’s lap. Peter likes this, loves it judging by the way he starts rocking on Beck’s cock immediately, and Tony really, really likes watching Peter enjoy himself. He always has, so why would this be any different.

It’s different.

“Oh, honey,” Beck says, his breath shuddering out. “Fuck, you feel so good. Just like that, yeah,” pressing his mouth against Peter’s shoulder, his hands digging into Peter’s sides. Peter’s eyes are closed, and the spread of his body like this is too much, Tony can’t— he just can’t anymore. He’s got his pants open and his cock out before another breath has passed.

Peter must have heard him doing so, because his eyes open and fix immediately on Tony’s hand, wrapped around his cock. His mouth drops open and his gaze darts up, catching Tony’s. Fuck, this is already the hottest thing Tony’s ever seen.

“That’s even better view, isn’t it,” Beck says, his voice lower, rougher. “Irresistible, I’d say.” Peter’s still staring at Tony, completely fixated on him, but he still shivers, his hips jerking.

“Yes,” Tony says, his mouth dry. Completely irresistible.

Beck turns his head, his lips right beside Peter’s ear. “See?” he says. “I told you he’d like it, but you can see for yourself. Look at him, he can’t take his eyes off you.” Peter whines, his eyes huge, hungry. “Can’t keep his hand off his cock, watching you. Isn’t that what you wanted, baby?”

Peter nods, loosely. Starts to push himself up, to ride Beck’s cock, but Beck stops him, holds him in place.

“You know,” he tells Tony, “I can make him come, just like this. Don’t even need to fuck him, just tell him how good he is, how good he looks. Wanna try?” He smirks, knowing perfectly well he’s offering Tony something that can’t be turned down. “I know you’ve got plenty to tell him.”

“Tony?” Peter says.

“Jesus, Peter, of course I do,” Tony says, tightening his hand on his cock. “You don’t have a clue how fucking hot you are, how good you look like this. Just— look at you, showing off for me, flaunting yourself— of course I’m going to want to see you like this again. Look at how you love being filled up and watched, it’s all over you how much you need it.”

“Oh, he does,” Beck says. “He’s such a needy little thing.”

“I’ll take care of that for you,” Tony tell him, promises him. “I’ll give you everything you need, kid, every last thing. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you; bet you taste just as good as you look.” Peter whimpers, his cock jerking, dark and twitching with every beat of Peter’s heart.

“You’re so tempting,” Tony whispers. “So tempting all the time, god. All you have to do it look at me—fuck, yeah, just like that—and all I can think about is touching you. Getting you on my cock one way or another and making you come and kissing every inch of you.” He swallows, because he shouldn’t have been thinking like this as long as he has.

“You have no idea how hard it’s been to keep my hands off you,” he says. “Bet you didn’t have to ask him twice to get him to fuck you. I mean, look at you; who wouldn’t want that?”

“You didn’t,” Peter says, nearly sobs. “You didn’t, Tony, you told me to go find someone else!”

“Stupid,” Beck mutters, and yeah, it was incredibly stupid, even if he thought it was the smart option at the time.

“It wasn’t because I didn’t want you, kid,” Tony says, and fuck, he didn’t want to hurt Peter. “Of course I wanted you, of course I still do. Does this look like I don’t want you? Does anything about this make it seem like I’m not dying to get my hands on you? Christ, Peter; I just wanted better for you.”

“You are,” Peter says, stubborn to a fault.

“He’s not,” Beck says. “You have terrible taste, sweetheart.” He looks at Tony, the smirk faded away, flushed and dark eyed and there’s that edge that had almost made Tony fire him, the hint of something wrong with him. “You think you’re better than me,” Beck says. “But he picked me too.”

And then it’s gone, that instability tucked away, assholishness back in full force. “What are you going to do with him first?” Beck asks. “What’s first on the agenda when it’s your turn?”

Peter’s looking at Tony too, and it’s easy to answer.

“First?” Tony says. “First I’m going to fuck him, finally come in him and fill him up.” Peter moans, and starts whispering ‘fuck’ under his breath, soft and constant. “And then I’m going to get him to tell me every single thing you did to him, so I can replace those memories. So I can wipe away every trace of you off him, make him all mine.”

Beck laughs while Peter stares, wide eyed. “Should have known you were the jealous type,” Beck says.

“You think he made you feel good?” Tony says to Peter. “You think he taught you things, made you beg, made you cry? It’s going to seem like nothing compared to what I can do to you.”

“Like the sound of that, hmm?” Beck says, his hand coming up to Peter’s throat, just resting against it, framing the rapid pulse at his neck. “Almost there, aren’t you,” Beck adds, like it isn’t obvious from the way Peter’s squirming, moaning, his cock dripping down on their thighs.

“Please,” Peter whispers, “please— Quentin—”

Beck looks at Tony, that disgustingly smug expression on his face again. “Go on, Tony,” he says. “You tell him to come.”

Peter gasps, and then it’s Tony’s name he’s saying, Tony he’s begging. Fuck, he’s supposed to have Peter coming here, not himself. He squeezes his cock, like watching Peter come isn’t going to end up ruining him. “Come on, Peter,” Tony says. “I want to see you come, want you to let me see you like that.” Peter shudders, his hands clawing at Beck’s legs. “Give it to us,” Tony says, hoarsely. “Now, baby.”

“Oh god,” Peter gasps, “oh— fuck!” and he’s arching back against Beck, jerking as comes all over his chest, almost up to his neck. Tony groans, struggling to hold back but fuck, he wants to save this, wants to wait until he can come in Peter. Doesn't know if he can because look at Peter, just look at him, so hot Tony can barely stand it.

Beck barely gives him a second to recover, pulling Peter’s ass up and fucking into him, short hard thrusts, Peter making broken little noises at each one, his eyes nearly shut. He looks just as good like this, done in and limp in Beck’s hold, being had like that, fucked like a toy. Maybe Tony will fuck him up against a mirror someday, make Peter watch himself like this, see what Tony does.

“You were perfect,” Beck’s saying, quiet, like it’s just for Peter, “so perfect, honey, you’ve got us wrapped around your finger. God, Peter, you’re such a sweet fuck, such a good time every single— every, always so good.” Peter’s hand drops to his side, pressing it down over Beck’s. Beck groans, burying his face in Peter’s shoulder, his arm sliding around Peter’s stomach and holding him close. “You’re going to get every last thing you want and you deserve it; fuck, fuck!”

It’s obvious when he comes, the face Peter makes at it almost as good as when he’d gotten off. He gives his affection so easily, is so careless with it. Beck doesn’t deserve it at all, but he’s still got it, there in the way Peter’s fingers link with his, the way Peter’s hips twitch, dragging out Beck’s orgasm, the way Peter tips his head back and kisses Beck, slow and lazy, soft.

They make out like that for a bit, Peter lifting himself off Beck’s cock and turning in his lap a little more, Beck’s arm around his back. Tony tries to get a handle on himself, wrestle back at least a little of his self control.

“Happy, honey?” Beck’s saying, one hand stroking Peter’s thigh. “Was it as good as you hoped, hmm?” Peter doesn’t say anything, just nods, and Tony really likes that goofy smile spreading across Peter’s face. Beck glances at Tony, laughs softly. “Look at that, baby,” he says, nodding at Tony. “Still desperate for you, hard as a rock. You’ve got no idea how hard he’s been trying to keep from coming, watching you.”

He grins, catching Tony’s eyes. “I think he wants to wait until he can do it in you,” Beck says.

“Seriously, fuck off,” Tony says, but he’s not wrong. “Of course I want that.

“Ohmigod,” Peter mutters, “I— that’s—”

There’s a muffled sound from Peter’s backpack, some sort of song like he’s getting a call. Peter’s eyes snap to it, but he doesn’t move.

“Alright, sweetheart,” Beck says. His hand slides down to the small of Peter’s back, gives him a little shove, Peter almost falling off his lap. “Time’s up.”

A call, Tony thinks as the song keeps playing, or an alarm. Oh, fuck.

Peter stands, awkwardly, and stares at Tony, all his nerves back in full force, like he hadn’t just listened to Tony saying exactly what he was about to do to him. “He’s all yours now,” Beck says, giving Peter another little push.

Peter’s frozen, and Tony feels a little stuck in place too, so much resting on this moment, on what he does next. He could still— still tell Peter no, not now.

“Peter,” he says. “Come here,” and his lap is full of Peter before he can even blink.

Their first kiss shouldn’t be like this, Peter already naked and fucked, Beck laughing in the background, both of them too desperate to be anything other than messy and harsh; shouldn’t be, but it is, and Tony will take it.

#spiderio #starker #quenterony #tony making all kinds of mistakes #quentin is such an asshole #kinktober #my work #fanfiction #series: secondhand #quentony

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unsettledink · 3 years

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A while back I made up a list of fics I had ideas for/wanted to write, mostly to try and drum up bids for Marvel Trumps Hate.

Since then I have, of course, had approximately five million new ideas and keeping track of them has gotten a bit out of hand, so i thought I’d try and put them all in one place that I could come back to and also update more easily. Also possibly some sort of... accountability thing? Like if I put them out into the universe I’m more likely to actually write them? Well I can dream.

There’s going to be a couple of these, divided up by pairings. Feel free to ignore, it’s mostly housekeeping!

(This one’s just for starker and polystarker ideas.)

I’m kind of grouping these because it got long. (Smut, smut + feels, fluff, oh no the sads)

* for new ideas (ARG)

Just the smut! (Ok some feels):

Continuation of Hang Up – so what does happen the next morning after that phone call? (Sex. Probably more phone sex.)

*Pocket Change sequel – Why yes, Peter, you can work out some sort of retroactive deal to 'pay' for the suits...

Peter is dumb online – Peter decides to auction off his virginity online. Of course Tony finds out immediately. Of course Tony buys it to keep Peter from getting hurt. Of course Tony decides to meet up and teach Peter a lesson about being safe – wait. That might have been a mistake. (It’s not.)

Actually, Peter doesn’t like it rough – miscommunication piled on top of miscommunication because they’re both idiots who are desperate for each other, until a tipping point is reached. Happy ending! Fluffy ending!

Gag reflex training – pretty much what it sounds like. Tony having a lot of fun with Peter; messy, noisy, hopefully hot.

Experienced Peter – Peter hasn’t been waiting around for Tony to be the first, and he’s had time to figure out some of his preferences. Like topping almost exclusively, among other things. Hey I kind of wrote this!

Civil War pick me up – after the airport, Tony goes to check on Peter and is in desperate need of something nice. Peter really, really wants to be that something nice. Could be underage, could be not.

Continuation of Gift Wrapped – (Peter/Tony/Pepper) there’s a lot more sex happening for Tony’s birthday than I had time to write for kinktober.

But you want me to be safe, don’t you? - Peter’s hit with sex pollen, but it can be taken care of without outside help. Peter would still really like it if Tony would help. Or would at least keep an eye on him. Or at least stay in hearing range! He won’t be able to resist if Peter’s noisy and saying his name while he gets off, right???

Armor Kink - I mean, basically what it says on the tin. Peter’s been having fantasies about the armor forever. Tony is absolutely willing to help him with that.

ABO forced presentation – Peter doesn’t know what he’ll end up being, and that’s bad for Reasons. He convinces Tony try forcing a presentation (not noncon type forcing) and things get weird. Playing around with the idea of how non-binary might go in ABO. Possible Tony/Peter/Pepper endship. More than likely somewhat underage.

Avengers orgy – Peter’s finally old enough to join in the tradition! While he’s having fun with everyone, Peter and Tony keep gravitating to each other, winding up with things getting a little too emotional when Tony finally gets his chance. Potential for Tony/Peter/Rhodey endship.

The spider bite did what?!? - Peter starts having really weird cravings when he’s around Tony. Weird as in blood, and Tony is going to help him figure this out. Even when it turns into a craving for sex (and bloodplay). Even when it turns into terrifying (for Peter) egg/medical kink.

*Hooker D/S AU Brat!Peter – Tony orders 'the brattiest sub you have' and gets Peter. Who is incredibly so, and Tony is actually delighted by this. And Peter is a little taken aback that someone likes this rather than considering him a bad sub.

*Flaunt follow up – more Peter/Tony/Rhodey D/S AU? Yup!

*No, I'm saving YOU – villains of the week catch them and plan on gangbanging Peter – until Tony offers to be willing if they leave Peter alone. At some point Peter comes around and tries to bargain for them to use him instead of Tony. Tony is not happy about this, but boy, the villains are!

*Peter/Harley/Tony - Tony’s so glad Peter’s over that crush and happy with Harley. Really. Totally. Meanwhile, Peter & Harley are doing their best to get Tony into bed with them and growing increasingly frustrated with Tony’s (intentional) obliviousness.

Smut! Oh wait, where did all these feelings come from?:

Toybox – slightly darker Peter decides if Tony won’t fuck him, the least Tony can do is pay for Peter’s toys, and watch while Peter enjoys them. No touching allowed since Tony doesn’t want him, after all. Which is a rule that gets harder and harder to keep in place; feelings, so many feelings everywhere.

Pain kink Peter – what it says on the tin, lol. “Oh Mr. Stark, maybe you should supervise this slightly dangerous sex thing I like.” I think we can guess where it heads from there.

Baby's first D/S (dom version) – established T/P, Tony's subby but hasn't brought it up. Peter is like, 'but what if I was into the idea of doming?' and they start messing around with it. Peter is Very Earnest and learning all these new things, and Tony is surprised to find, after a while, Peter's doing pretty good on his own.

Call boy Peter – what it sounds like! It’s an accident that Tony gets him; good thing Peter was blindfolded! Bad thing that Peter’s senses are enhanced and he knows from the start who it is. Good thing that Peter’s not going to say anything so he can keep this reliable customer?

Evil Ex D/S verse – Peter’s pretty insecure about being a good sub for Tony and it’s not helped at all when one of Tony’s ex subs tells him he’ll never be able to take what Tony wants to dish out. Well, Peter’s going to prove him wrong! Tony really doesn’t understand why Peter is making himself miserable for something Tony doesn’t even want, and things almost break before they get fixed.

*Besties and Omegas and Peter's – Rhodey and Tony (both omegas) end up in an awkward situation when Peter has something like an enhanced rut around them. Slightly complicated dynamics but happy ending for everyone.

*Outraged owned Peter – some sort of slave type au where Obie buys Peter for Tony as a companion, considering Peter to be a distraction and possible spy. Tony does not want a sex slave and rejects him, and Peter is furious – he is not just for sex, he is literally worth his weight in gold, and how DARE Tony not want him!

*Very dark Peter - Peter’s decided he really likes having Tony completely wrapped around his little finger. To the point of getting Tony to give him/do things that are pretty far from acceptable, and then Peter figures out he likes showing off his hold over Tony even more. Oops.

Fluff! (Crap there’s not much):

Follow up to Seiche – mostly fluffy 5 times +1 where the emotion sensing bond causes (minor) problems

Fluffy D/S verse – all the fluff! All the outside POV! Everyone assumes that obviously Tony is a dom; after all, that’s how he’s always presented himself. Everyone is wroooooong. Tony’s never been happier.

Nail polish – little bit of Tony finding it incredibly appealing when Peter wears nail polish

*Lingerie shorts – several vignettes of them getting each other and wearing different interesting pieces of lingerie

Oh No + all the feelings, heavy on the bad ones:

Soulmark AU – Tony finds out first and isn’t going to do anything due to the age difference. Peter finds out and thinks that’s bullshit + horribly hurt that he’s being rejected. Things are forced when Peter gets hit with a drug that messes with that bond and they both have to figure out how things are going to go. Possible bittersweet ending.

Screw soulmates, actually - Post CW and Tony dealing with soulmate rejection (that’s a WHOLE other fic). Peter’s become convinced Tony’s a blank like him, and then doesn’t understand why Tony’s soulmate wouldn’t want him. Peter does! They get their happy ever after without being fated for each other, and Peter gets a chance to tells Tony’s soulmate what a dick they are. All the satisfaction!

*Blanks are Bad – soulmark au where blanks are regarded extremely poorly, and Tony is exposed as one. Lots of dealing with the ugly fallout, and Peter coming to Tony and confessing he's a blank too and has been so scared.

Untenable – sequel to Indefensible and … horrible. The ABO underage incest continues, Tony hates himself, Peter is distressingly happy. Mpreg makes everything ten times worse; endgame makes everything 100 times worse. Going beyond that would be spoilery, but uh. Everything becomes 1000 times worse by the end! Yay! Yikes.

*Made For It follow ups (aka the... happy version of Indefensible??) - we want to actually see the sex scene they talk about doing, right? Right. And possibly some mpreg? We shall see.

ABO accidental bonding – the worst abo version, heads up. Underage Peter, omegas are treated very poorly, Peter and Tony don’t know each other beforehand and don’t do great getting to know each other afterwards. Biology continues to fuck Peter over, and Tony really doesn’t get how desperately Peter wants Tony to like him. Mountains and mountains of angst and sad before the happy ending.

Copy - After IW, Tony makes a Peter clone/android/whatever. Unfortunately, it just makes things worse because it’s just enough off to make it super obvious it’s not Peter. And fake!Peter knows it too. He’s just enough like real Peter to fall in love with Tony too, and he can’t figure out how to make Tony care about him instead of real, dead Peter. Not that it matters when he snap is reversed (Tony lives) and fake!Peter isn’t needed or wanted anymore. (Will probably have a sequel where real Peter finds out about all this, probably happy ending for everyone.)

Nothing sticks around - years after the blip, Peter discovers Tony, alive - only Tony has none of his memories. Tony doesn’t want anything to do with these people Peter tries to reintroduce him to; he trusts Peter and wants to stay with him. And does, for quite some time, things turning into a relationship, and even if Peter feels guilty about it, he’s happy. Right up until Tony suddenly remembers everything … except what’s been going on the last few years with Peter. Undecided if there’s a happy ending or not.

I hate time travel - once Tony figures out time travel, he decides he needs to find out if this works by hopping forward and seeing if Peter is back. And then maybe he should hop forward a little more just to check on him. Keeps doing this, about once a year, and while Peter is so glad to see him, it’s destroying Peter to basically go through Tony ‘dying’ over and over. Pretty soon it’s fucking up Tony too, after he accidentally shows up when Peter’s in the middle of sex. Very bittersweet ending to maintain the timeline.

Fuck you, Beck - Beck goes about getting the glasses in the worst ways, and Peter finds out a little too late - way too late when it comes to sleeping with him. Not that he’s going to ever tell anyone about that. Not even Tony, when Tony comes back. Not even Tony, when it turns out Tony is interested. Okay, maybe he’ll have to tell Tony when Peter’s reactions to sex become a problem. Happy ending but lots of ouch on the way.

Sequel to Dormant - so what exactly does Tony notice the morning after? And what exactly does Peter do about it? (Spoiler: A lot more than Peter thought he would, and nothing good.)

Don’t punish people like that – as much Tony/Obie as Tony/Peter, maybe pre-Tony/Peter. Obie decided to deal with Tony’s wild streak by punishing him in an especially awful, painful, dehumanizing, sexual way. Tony’s managed to handle how awful that was by pretending it was helpful (nope!). When Peter will not stop misbehaving, the last resort Tony can think of is what was done to him. It helped, right? (He can’t bring himself to in the end, which sets off a cascading failure of repressed trauma, woot!)

*That's rape, Tony – Tony getting drugged, gangbanged, and recorded, and then having part of it released that looks consensual. Tony doesn't remember enough to say it wasn't, and with his history, people don't question it. It goes over very poorly and he's handling all the parts of it very poorly, and Peter is the one to finally put the pieces together.

Sex Pollen Non-Con – Tony’s hit with some sort of fuck or die stuff; only problem is that he 100% refuses to let Peter do anything, and there’s no one else. Peter, convinced that Tony’s going to die, stops giving Tony a choice. What’s that, the trauma Tony was hoping to spare him is replaced with way worse trauma from basically raping Tony? WHOOPS. (Probably happy ending!)

Secondhand verse – following after this, things growing steadily worse, hotter, and more complex between Peter, Beck, and Tony. Bad decisions all around! Unexpected feelings all around! General unhappiness at having feelings that can be hurt all around! Probably a series of fics.

12:00 - follow up to 11:59, Tony and Peter finally getting it on and Beck being an ass in the background. Also the prequel that’s primarily Peter/Quentin, and possibly a sequel where Tony decides that maybe it wasn’t the worst thing in the world, watching Beck fuck Peter - and Peter liked it, right? Everyone’s down for a totally uncomplicated round two, right? Or three, or four...

(And feel free to talk to me about anything here, I love an excuse to ramble. Also, if something grabs your attention, have fun writing it - the more the merrier!)

#starker #pepperstarker #quenterony #ironspiderhusbands #rhodey x tony x peter #(is there a ship name for that???)#idea squad #idea dump #maybe i'll write this someday

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