#(and another anon was like ‘I’m obsessed with that shot of peter crying!!! do you think thAts what peter looks like when tony [REDACTED] ti

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Number fifteen. St//arker in the peter parker tag. The last thing you want in your angel boy’s tag is a gross ship that makes you want to gouge your eyes out, but as it turns out, that’s always what you get.

[rockingrobin69]

Here is a prompt:

How about whispering in another's sleep with fluffy mpreg 💖

Dear Anon, thank you so much for the prompt! The mpreg isn't explicit here, but there's definitely a child coming. Also, you asked for fluff, I might have gone a tad extra. I just love you all very very much 💖 Hope you enjoy!

“How about… Peter?”

“You’re doing this on purpose,” Harry knocked his shoulder into Draco’s with half a smile, half a grimace.

“What’s wrong with Peter, for crying out loud?”

“Erm, ever heard about this bloke called Wormtail? Signed up to be Voldemort’s rat, betrayed my parents, got them killed –“

“All right, all right, I’m sorry. I never thought he actually had a name. He was a Peter? How odd. I’d give him something more… rodent-y.”

Harry laughed, a little helpless, tucking himself closer around Draco, chest-to-back on their sides. It would be uncomfortable in about five minutes, when his arm goes numb, but for now it was heaven. He’d suffer some pins and needles for the chance of being this close.

“Gideon?”

“Molly’s hero dead brother.”

“Daniel?”

“That’s Hermione’s dad, we can’t…”

“Gods, Potter,” Draco’s hair tickled Harry’s nose as he laughed. “You’re impossible. No name even – how about Pierce?”

“That was Dudley’s second in command when we were kids. You know, when they tortured me.”

It took a full minute for Draco to turn, unwilling as he was to break the embrace. His eyes were the only bright thing in the room. “You’re truly tragic, Harry Potter,” he breathed, the words warm against Harry’s face. “Your luck sure did change when you got me, though. Let’s just name it Cassie, whatever it ends up being. Gender’s a bit old, anyway.”

“I just want our child to be free of all the…” Harry’s voice cracked and Draco responded instantly, getting even closer. “You know.”

“I know.” Harry had to close his eyes now, so he could only feel the tiny kisses. “Whatever name they have, they’re going to be happy. It doesn’t matter. They will be so loved – “ and he choked on that too, because neither of them knew how to do this, how to be this tender. They will need to learn. There’s so much they needed to learn, still; the thought ran in Harry mind all the time, terrifying and exhilarating and marvelous. They’re making a life. He would never calm down from the sheer brilliance of it.

“Do you think – “ he started, but Draco was already asleep. He could tell from the soft breathing, the slight slack of his jaw. Watching his husband sleeping was something Harry admittedly did a lot of, being a very light sleeper himself, and – well, fine, still a tiny bit obsessed. A small smile stole onto his face as he brushed a stray hair out of Draco’s eyes, and brightened when the gesture received a small hum.

“I hope they’re just like you,” Harry whispered to the darkness. “Whoever our child is, I hope they’re like you. Funny, and smart, and strong, and beautiful. Even if we don’t… I hope they’re as loving and wonderful and – “

“You forgot to mention my exquisite singing voice,” Draco opened one eye, smirking.

“Oh. I, er, thought you were asleep.”

“Can’t. This idiot keeps mumbling in my ear… come here and spoon me.”

With a show of outrage that melted into a contended smile, Harry obeyed. It really didn’t matter what they named the baby after all. They’re probably going to make a trillion mistakes; it won’t matter either. Their child will be… loved… god. He will need to get used to that, at some point. He will. Together with Draco, he was pretty confident they had a good shot.

[obligatorynasty]

Prompt, if you're willing. Tony watches the Iron Man armor fuck Peter.

This is honestly just smut for smut’s sake. Hope you enjoy, anon. <3

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Overdriven to your Limits

Peter wasn’t easy to please but Tony always tried his best. He may be a graying – very much human – old man but he knew his way around Peter Parker. He knew about the sensitive spot behind his ear that never failed to make him whine. He knew how he liked to be eaten out; a little tongue around the rim and the kid would become putty in his hands. He knew how hard he would come when massaged on the silt of his cock. He knew how to finger ten orgasms out of him, and make him beg and cry for another, even if it was dry. He knew exactly how to whisper in his ear; all the filthiest sweet nothings that would make his whole body shudder.

And those hours of foreplay were often enough for his young, super-enhanced boyfriend. The actual fucking part had become nothing but a twenty-minute reward to himself for getting Peter to that sensory overloaded state of bliss. Just rocking in and out of his boy’s flushed, trembling body and being begged to come because the feeling was just too much – hell, ‘reward’ might not do it justice.

Yes, with Tony’s practiced hands, the difference between their stamina was usually negligible.

Usually.

Yet, in the past few days, Peter had become obsessed with testing his limits; wanting to come just from being fucked. He was convinced, with his hyper-senses, no foreplay was needed. He brought it up every chance he got – in the lab, during dinner, in the shower, before bed, everywhere – and after a week, Tony knew he couldn’t talk his way out of this one. So, instead, he spent a night in the lab, working tirelessly on a special protocol for the suit’s nanobots. Something that would satisfy his young lover’s desires and make for one hell of a show.

The next morning, Tony texted Peter to come to the lab, asking the kid to arrive prepared and promising him a pleasureful surprise if he did. He knew from the sound of the shower turning on that his message was met with excitement and, only a half-hour later, Peter was eagerly strolling into the lab.

“Tony?” He called out, glancing around the quiet space. “I did what you asked. I’m ready for the surprise.” He took a few more steps. “Tony?” He repeated as he stepped exactly where Tony wanted him.

And, all at once, the five suits that were docked against the wall came alive and rushed Peter, gripping his arms and legs, bending him over and rendering him immobile.

Peter gave a flirtatious giggle. “Oh, this is a nice surprise,” He smiled, unfazed by the sudden ambush. “Fucking me in the suit, hm?” He asked, turning his head to glance at the only suit not holding him in place.

“You’re almost right,” Tony answered as he stepped into the room, the direction of his voice catching Peter off-guard. “I’m actually going to watch the suit fuck you.” He grinned as he pulled a chair from a lab table directly in front of Peter.

“What?” Peter squinted, clearly unsure about the specifics of Tony’s plan. “The suit? How? What did you do?”

“Wrote a little protocol just for you, sweetheart,” Tony leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Peter’s forehead, grinning as he pulled away. “Since you wanted to be fucked so badly. Fri, run protocol overdrive for me, would you?”

With Friday’s simple yes boss, Peter’s jeans and boxers were being dragged to his ankles by a cool metal hand.

“Tony,” Peter gasped and struggled against the strength of the suits, testing how strong they really were. “Tony, wait,” He whined, quickly realizing that his strength wasn’t enough to get free. “Tony,” He whimpered as lube suddenly fell against his entrance. “Tony-!”

“Color?” Tony whispered, his hand gently carding through his boy’s locks.

Peter blushed, staring at Tony with submissive eyes as he muttered a soft, “Green.”

“Good, let me know if that changes, and feel free to scream all you want,” Tony smiled and leaned back in the chair, getting comfortable while Peter tensed.

The suit had begun sliding inside. Its nanobot cock penetrating deeper than even Tony could reach and, just like everything the man built, the flexibly smooth metal cock was a feat of engineering that knew exactly where to thrust. “Fuck,” Peter breathed out, his voice pitching higher as the suit wasted no time in brutalizing his prostate, falling into a restless pace that showed no signs of faltering – it was the perk of machines.

Tony licked his lip, staring at Peter’s already dripping erection. He wondered how long it would take to utterly wreck the boy. Turns out it would be quicker than he thought. After only ten short minutes, Peter’s first orgasm came with a deep moan, trembling legs, and two thick streams of cum against the floor.

That was when the fun began.

Remember, Tony knew his way around Peter Parker and, in his experience, the moment after that first orgasm was everything to his hyper-sensitive little spider. “Let’s pick up a pace,” He commanded and the suit obliged, speeding its thrusts despite Peter’s protest.

“Tony, that’s-” Peter’s voice caught in his throat as the intensity of the pleasure burned through his senses.  

“That’s what?” Tony teased,

“Too much,” Peter whimpered, his face flushed pink and damp with sweat as his curls bounced back and forth with each thrust. “It’s too much, I’ll—” He paused, eyes squeezing shut as the next one hit him, shock-waving through his frame like the aftermath of an explosion. “—come.” He groaned through clenched teeth, his head weakly drooping down and his body weight slumping against the other suits.

“Color?” Tony asked, reaching to tilt his young lover’s chin upwards.

Peter bit his lip and exhaled slow, “Green.”

“Then let’s continue.”

And they did. For two hours. Milking Peter for untouched orgasms, seemingly, with no end in sight. The first two were white, sticky, and made a mess of the floor. The next few were just clear squirts that paired with the most addicting moans Peter could muster. The recent two were nothing but dribbles. And Tony could tell that they were getting there – to the dry ones.

“Faster,” Tony commanded.

“Tony, wait, I can’t-!” Peter screamed as another orgasm rocked through him and left him breathless. It had come to that point, where even his enhanced body was convinced it couldn’t handle anymore. His skin felt scorched by pleasure, nerve endings sparking with a sweet pain as his muscles spasmed in a dry climax. “Tony,” He whimpered, just barely able to lift his head and lock eyes with the man in front of him. “No more, stop, I can’t, I-”

Once again, like a broken record, Tony asked, “Color?”

And Peter took a deep breath as the suit momentarily slowed its pace, “Green.”

Tony smiled, “How many times now?”

“W-What?” Peter spoke through a ragged breath.

“How many times have you come?”

“I-I don’t know,” Peter stuttered as the suit picked up speed. “A lot.”

“Count the next three,” Tony ordered. “And then we’ll stop.”

“T-Three?” Peter repeated, wide-eyed and exhausted.

“Three,” Tony leaned forward, cupping Peter’s face in his palms. “They’re going to be fast, okay?”

“Okay,” Peter muttered, eyes full of trust as he tilted his cheek against Tony’s hand.

“Max speed,” Tony called out, and much to his surprise, Peter managed to climax after just two of the high-speed thrusts.

“One!” Peter loudly groaned, his voice echoing against the lab walls and mixing with the pistoning sound of the suit’s rapid motions. The over-stimulation had him tearing up, staring at Tony with wet eyes.

“Color?”

“Green!” Peter screamed as those tears started escaping down his cheeks and the next orgasm punched him in the gut. “T-Two!” As his voice shook, so did his resolve.  “Tony, I can’t, no more, too much-”

“You keep saying no,” Tony whispered. “But how do you really feel, hm?” He asked as he thumbed away the tears. “Go on, tell me.”

Peter was panting, “Tony, I’m not-”

“And be honest, sweetheart,” Tony leaned forward, pressing his forehead against Peter’s. “Or I’ll keep it going for another three.”

“It-” Peter whined. “It feels so g-good!” He cried out, more tears rolling down his cheeks as he whimpered and moaned. “It’s so fucking good, Tony!” He inhaled sharp, breathing out a strained, vulnerable and desperate, “Thank you, thank you, thank you...fuck!” His eyes shot open and, just as quickly, squeezed shut, “Tony, I’m coming-!” He choked out as the intensity of the pleasure left him completely still until it didn’t, and tremors of ecstasy flooded his muscles, and he let out a scream louder than all his others.

“Fri, end protocol overdrive.”

All at once, the suits released him and let his wrecked frame drop into Tony’s open arms. He had bruises that were already starting to heal, and his legs were shaking, and his breath was heavy, and his big brown eyes were so far blissed out that Tony wasn’t sure if he was even present anymore. “Hey,” Tony whispered, threading a gentle hand through his boy’s curls and holding him tightly with the other. “Come back to me.”

Peter gave a low groan and slowly lifted his head from Tony’s shoulder. “I can’t walk.” His voice was hoarse, “And I want water and a bath and ice cream and—“ He dropped his head back down. “—a lot of affection too.”

Tony smiled and lifted Peter into his arms, carrying him bridal-style towards the lab’s elevator. “I think I can arrange that.”

“And Star Wars,” Peter quickly added with a lazy smile. “I want to watch Star Wars.”

And Tony just nodded, “Anything you want, Peter.”