#peter parker!ranch hand

[lazyjellyfish300]

Can I request "watching a horror movie with Peter B. Parker"? 😳

Reader loves horror movies but Pete invites her over without knowing that

HIII. Sure, love! 🫶🏽 Wasn't sure if you meant to submit this as a SMAU request, since this idea seems to be more suited for a fic. My fic requests technically aren't open rn but since there is scarce material for Peter B., I will make ur dreams come true 🎃

I will open my requests for the entire month of October too as like a Flufftober thing so stay tuned for more information about that. 🖤

a horror movie night with peter b. 🎥🍿🎃🕸️🔪

CW: X FEM!READER, TAD SUGGESTIVE , MINORS DNI, DESCRIPTIONS OF BLOOD AND GORE, NAUSEA, KINDA GROSS. FLUFF AND CRACK. MINIMAL PROOFREAD.

WORDS: 2.6K 🔪

@1-900-venusluvs @thatone-writer @spider-mon-de-parker @gltzpzy @pxtched

"Man, how are you about to have a Halloween movie marathon date night and no Halloween treats or decorations?!"

Margo Kess brings her fingertips together and leans forward, as though the absurdity of the situation was such that it required her full contemplation.

Peter B. quirked a brow, seemingly unable to grasp the seriousness of his offense.

"You're supposed to decorate?"

"Not supposed to, but you should." A new voice chimes in from around the corner.

Peter B. groans internally. He would be outnumbered this time. Enhanced spider hearing was both a blessing and a curse. And this time it leaned more towards a curse as it enabled the two spidergirls access to his private business.

2 versus 1.

Gwen saunters in, accompanied by a curious Pav.

Scratch that, make it three.

"It's kinda like returning your grocery cart in the parking lot. You won't get arrested if you don't do it. But it's a litmus test about whether or not you're a good citizen, or in this case a thoughtful boyfriend." Gwen hums.

Peter B. rakes his fingers through his hair, leaving the brown mop with flecks of silver disheveled.

"Oy vey, you ladies act like I'm not even going to feed the poor girl. I have snacks on the itinerary, you know this."

"Let me put it this way." Margo angles her clasped hands at Peter to lay down her point. "Your girlfriend is coming over to your apartment for the first time. Cool Ranch Doritos and Diet Coke isn't gonna cut it. And I say that as an individual who particularly appreciates those two things. Do you even have soap in your bathroom? Not counting the one you scrub your ass with in the shower? "

Peter groans, his mind suddenly plagued with an unchecked to do list of God knows how many items he was missing. And the movie date was to happen in t-minus 5 hours. He must have been out of the dating pool for longer than he thought.

But, they made a compelling point. Peter was crazy about you, and you deserved better than that. After a couple dates and a few intimate encounters that got a little bit, steamy, shall we say, your relationship was at a pivotal point. Teetering at the precipice between something serious and long lasting, or a fling that springs to a flame quickly but blows out with the winds of a couple fleeting months.

He sure hoped it was the former.

"We got you." Gwen assured, nudging his rib with her elbow. "Just give us your credit card and like... three hours?"

Pav strains his neck into the conversation. "I am correct in making the assumption that pumpkin spice flavored beverages and cake pops will be part of this excursion?"

Gwen sighs. "Yes, Pav."

Margo nods. "Yeah, you know, we could use your attention to detail, Pav."

Pav clenches his fist victoriously and Peter sweats a little bit for his financial stability by the end of this.

----

Peter can't recognize his living room as it's been transformed from head to toe into one of those rooms straight off some girl's Pinterest board entitled, "fall bucket list <3 🎃"

Festive orange candy corn and purple cauldron lights are strewn around his TV and from the ceiling to the floor, secured discreetly by spider webbing. His entertainment center is decked out in ghost shaped tea lights, casting decorative shadows on his empty walls. A large candle is burning on his coffee table that smells like a cinnamon pumpkin exploded in an apple orchard in the heart of October during a rain storm. Next to the candle is a large charcuterie board with assorted fruits, cheeses, crackers, and deli meats arranged to look like a spooky graveyard, next to a large tub of freshly popped popcorn with a mummy on it.

"The socks were all Pav's idea." Gwen hums in approval as she stands in front of her, Margo, and Pav's handiwork. Pav nods his head in acknowledgement, mouth full of a generous swig of his fall blended coffee drink in one hand with a half eaten cake pop in the other.

Peter notices the jack o'lantern print socks for him and the witches striped socks for you sitting next to some Frankenstein decorative throw pillows, along with an extra large plush throw blanket with black cats dressed up as trick or treaters, big enough for two people to snuggle underneath.

"Oh and do not forget to give her this!!" Margo holds out a spooky basket stuffed to the brim with all your favorite things straight out of a Target Halloween aisle.

"Hold on a sec, Burt's Bees, perfume, Ulta gift card...how much did you guys spend??"

"The pizza will be here in 10 minutes." Gwen checks her watch.

"Wait-hold on..." Peter B. is extremely particular about his pizza toppings.

"Oh, and we made some improvements to your bathroom. So it should be girlfriend-friendly." Margo shivers as she recollects the sad state of affairs they found it in before the trio waved their magic wands.

"Guys-"

Ding dong.

"Ope, that's her. Time to skaddadle. Anyways, good luck Pete!" Gwen webs to the outside window in the blink of an eye, Margo giving him the farewell salute close behind.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't dooo!" Pav calls in a sing-song voice before he's already gone as well.

Nothing like being thrown out a window without a parachute huh?

Peter straightens up and walks to the door.

Here goes freaking nothing.

He opens it and there you are, donning a comfortable crew neck Halloween sweater and eccentric earrings to match, a pan of brownies in hand.

Suddenly, the price tag of his Halloween apartment remodel is completely irrelevant.

You flash him a gorgeous smile. "Hi Pete."

"Hi, honey..." His lips spread into a charming grin. "Come on in."

You hand him the brownies and walk in, oxygen discarded in the entryway when you see the decked out, cozy movie setup for your date.

His apartment smells divine, first of all, and second of all, his living room looks like something straight out of your ideal version of a movie night if you could have planned it from scratch in your head.

It pulls you in like a freshly baked cinnamon roll with pumpkin cream cheese frosting with a blanket around your shoulders. You might just end up spending the night at this rate. You look over at Peter who's lost in your beauty like usual.

"All this for us? You shouldn't have, Pete! It's perfect."

"Y-yeah, hah. It was nothing, really. Just a little something. Wanted it to be festive, you know since it's Halloween and October and all."

He tried to play it off. You smile as he sets the pan of brownies down, almost catching his hoodie sleeve on fire on the giant candle in the process.

You weren't born yesterday. Peter must have some really sharp coworkers or something that did all this for him. He didn't seem like one with a knack or ability to be this elaborate. But, he was thoughtful, you'd give him that. He really was a man you hoped to be with for a long long time. And this Halloween date night, even if it was brought to you by the goodwill of the pumpkin fairy, you appreciated the gesture all the same.

"Make yourself at home." Peter gestures to the couch. The tense feeling in his muscles departs the moment you lean against his chest with a sigh.

"I missed you babe."

"I missed you, honey." He smiles, running a finger down the side of your face.

"What's this?" You take notice of the conspicuous Halloween gift basket and matching socks.

"Oh-those are for us." Peter leans forward, handing you your pair of socks. "And this is for you..." He hands you the spooky gift basket.

Your smile spreads wider and wider across your face as you unwrap each item. Who gives a damn if the pumpkin fairy was responsible? Nobody's ever done anything like this for you.

"Pete....you're so sweet. Thank you."

"No problem, beautiful."

Your gaze moves to one another's lips, both of your eyelids inadvertently becoming heavier when your eyes meet his.

"Um-" the apples of Peter's cheeks bloom a little red as he takes the remote hastily in his hand. "Let's get started, shall we?"

You nod, looking down with a smile as you shifted to get more comfortable on the couch, leaning snug against his chest, both feet tucked in your brand new socks and underneath the fuzzy edges of the Halloween blanket. There would be plenty of time for some action later.

"Why don't you choose the movie, honey?" Peter hands you the remote.

Honored with the power in your hand he was relinquishing over to you, you take it with a smile and begin to scroll through your options on his flat screen TV.

Peter kicks his feet up leisurely, already making a sizeable dent in the popcorn bucket. The doorbell rings again, signaling the arrival of the pizza.

—-

When Peter sets the plates of two generous slices for each of you on the coffee table with bottled root beers, he is a little surprised to discover the option you landed on while he was gone.

"Oh, what's this?"

"Psychological horror." You hum nonchalantly ,snuggling next to him and taking a large bite of the pizza, melted cheesy goodness warming your belly.

"I heard it's really good. It won an Oscar for the special effects, I heard."

"Ohh."

Peter gulps. He wasn't expecting you to make such a...bold choice for the first movie. You look up at him with those adorable big eyes of yours, a little bit of pizza sauce staining the corner of your mouth.

Well what was he going to do? Tell you no? Reveal that he's actually a huge pussy when it comes to scary movies? When he invited you over for movie night, he was expecting Tim Burton level horror. Not this hard core stuff.

Well, once again, here goes nothing.

---

Movie number one is done, and Peter already knows he's having fucking nightmares tonight. It's gonna take a prescription of an episode of Friends, maybe 2 episodes of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air to cleanse his system before he can comfortably fall asleep, just to be safe.

And there you are, happy as a clam.

"That was crazyyyy don't you think??" You turn to him with an enthusiastic smile.

"Uh, yeah it was...it was something alright, honey."

Peter's white as a ghost, but miraculously you seem to remain unaware of his struggling state, possibly thanks to the dim light, as the sun has set below the horizon for quite some time now.

"Can we watch one more?" You ask, sitting up to help yourself to a brownie.

"Um..."

And once again, what is Peter to do?

"Sure we can, honey."

"Yay!"

Peter feels like he might have a little bit of hope as you start looking at some older films. Those cheesy horror movies could probably be much more manageable.

"This one!"

But oh no, he's not getting off the hook so easily. His heart sinks to his stomach as he realizes he's in for another long ride.

You chose some 80s slasher film. And yes, while it has that corny nature of old horror movies, there is no shortage of gore. Blood spurts everywhere, guts flying across the screen. It's detailed and it's quite violent.

Oh here we go...

----

About an hour in and Peter feels himself turn a sickly shade of green.

This time, it's more obvious as you notice Peter seems to be fighting for his life next to you. He isn't digging the horror flick as much as you thought.

"Babe, you okay?" You look up at him, the expression on his face slightly unclear, as the glow of the TV's flicker shadows his face a bit.

He turns to look down at you tucked under his arm. "Y-yeah. I'm good, honey."

He gives your shoulder a squeeze but he's not winning an Oscar for his acting anytime soon. He chokes back a gag when the masked killer slices one of the character's throat and a blood squirt shoots up like a volcano of forbidden fruit punch.

"You don't like these?" You ask, raising a concerned brow.

"Well..." Peter winces as he watches the fake red sea of viscous blood fill up the screen as the killer held up the decapitated head.

"Not particularly, I mean..."

The guts on screen begin to look like his pizza toppings. Peter B.'s appetite flies out of the window quicker than the beginnings of his hairline at age 28.

"Yeah n-no, not really..." He chokes back a wretch.

"Oh Pete!"

You pause the movie, leaning over and turning on the lamp on the table next to the arm of the couch. Peter's discomfort is much more clear to you now as he leaned over, holding his stomach.

"Peter, why didn't you tell me you disliked horror films??"

"Why didn't you tell me you liked them?" He takes a deep breath, leaning over and laying his head on your chest.

You play with his hair, reclining back until you position your head on a pillow, his nausea slowly disappearing with each steady, calm thrum of your heart in your chest next to his ear.

"Silly man, I thought we were having a scary movie night." You tease softly, kissing his hair, subtle notes of his shampoo and Old Spice. The familiar scent of your boyfriend you've come to know and love.

"I was expecting Beetlejuice scary at most..." Peter scoffs, looking up at you, flashing you those most adoring, chocolate brown eyes. Sweeter than any Halloween candy on the shelves.

"Baby." You sniff air through your nose, shaking your head. "I love all that horror shit, but you should have told me." You smile, the feeling of his blunt stubble tickling the palm of your hand, his gaze liquifying as you caressed his face with your caring touch.

"We can watch something silly so you can fall asleep."

"Mm..." Peter's eyes close. If he was a cat, he would be purring. You smile, continuing to tangle your hands softly in his messy hair. He was so damn handsome, and you just wanted this Halloween movie night to end on a good note for you both. "Thanks, sweetheart." He sighs deeply.

He turns his chin, his hands finding purchase underneath your sweater, the heat from his bare palms cascading all up and down your body as he silently watched some 90s reruns with you, eyelids weighing heavier and heavier as the late hour dragged past midnight.

"Stay with me tonight?" He asks softly, some time later, sitting up and leaning over you so his body is pressing directly into yours, groaning, and your lips parting slightly as you took in the sight of him on top of you. A bit of that suppressed tension that was bottled up from earlier was fighting to be released at last.

"I don't wanna impose, Pete..."

The ending of your sentence fades into a muffled moan of surrender when he starts leaving slow, tantalizing kisses in a coaxing row on your jaw.

"You can sleep in my bed..." He whispers. "We don't need to do anything you're not comfortable with, baby..."

He kisses you gently, at long last. "Just stay with me, sweetheart. I don't want you going home alone this late..."

You gaze up at him, a sea of putty underneath him.

"Please?" He wiggles his brow in that adorably goofy manner that had you biting your lip.

"Okay, Peter."

You smile, your eyes screwing shut once again when his lips connected promptly with yours, sweeping you up into his awaiting arms, tucking you into one of his hoodies and pajama pants before he fell asleep with you cuddled in his arms.

Nightmares kept at bay thanks to your loving presence. Halloween couple's movie night a spookily romantic success.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hi there! I want a request with Peter B Parker x Fem Reader (Reader is the mother of Mayday Parker).

So my idea is of her trying to spend time with Peter is doubting about the parenting he is trying to do the best but Reader trying to encorage him to learning together as one.

‘Am I even doing this right? You know the whole..parenting thing.’ Peter asked you in a whisper as you both were crouched by Mayday’s crib, watching over her as she slept. You understood Peter’s doubts wholeheartedly, when your darling baby daughter was born you and Peter both knew that your journey as parents had only just begun; and that raising Mayday was going to require the very best of your conjoined efforts.

‘What’s brought this up honey?’ You asked and he sighed, lifting a hand to pinch at his brow out of habit when he was feeling concerned about something but didn’t know how to answer it correctly. ‘I dunno I just get this feeling that I’m not doing enough as a father in raising my daughter.’ He admits, ‘I don’t know whether or not I’m contributing to her development in a positive way and,’ Peter pauses briefly to look at you so you could see just how much of a toll trying to be this picturesque dad had taken on him, from his tired eyes to the dark bags that hung beneath them like fruit off a tree ranch, he looked as though he were on the verge of breaking down.

‘Oh Peter, that’s not true at all, you’re an amazing father and Mayday and I are very lucky to have you.’ You told him while pressing kisses to his forehead and feeling him lean into your lips as though trying to absorb the comfort you were trying to provide before burying his head under your chin and into your neck. ‘You’re just saying that.’ He murmurs against your skin before continuing, ‘out of the two of us you’re the better parent for Mayday.’ You pulled him away by the shoulders so you could look him in the eyes.

‘There’s no book on how to be a great parent Pete,’ you tell him softly. ‘To be quite frank, I’m not sure if I’m even doing this whole parenting thing right but the thing is we’re learning,’ you then moved your hands so that they could intertwined with his, squeezing them tightly. ‘and if we’re learning together as a unit, we can better ourselves as not only parents raising a child but individuals in the process. We can stop going about this alone and start working together like we should’ve been in the first place…How does that sound?’

Peter smiled softly as he squeezed your hands before looking back down at Mayday, who was -thankfully for both your sakes- still fast asleep, holding her spider-man themed crochet hat close to her chest with chubby fingers; she really was a daddy’s girl, always clinging onto him desperately when being taken out of her harness Peter always had strapped over his chest under his pink cardigan/dressing gown. Peter on the other hand would do anything and everything for Mayday, he’d even bet his life for her if it came down to it because she deserved a life where she could grow up feeling safe and secure without worrying about the monsters lurking under her bed or taking refuge in her closet.

‘Yeah, that sounds like a fail proof plan,’ he tells you whisky taking one of his hands from your grasp to caresses the chubby cheek of your daughter, watching fondly as a smile grew across her face upon recognising his touch and attempting to grab at his finger. ‘After all what more could I possible ruin.’ You knew he meant it jokingly but you couldn’t help but pinch the back of his hand, causing him to jolt and turn his attention to you with raised brows, just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, it was quick to only slam shut when you pointed at him. ‘Stop it with the self deprivation Peter Parker.’ You reprimanded him but then brought the hand you pinched to your lips. ‘You’re not going to ruin anything else because you’ve got me to fallback on and I’ve got you. We’re going to be okay.’

[callmemana]

Whiskey Bottles & Wild Flowers: Duckie

Baylie ‘Duckie’ Pruitt was a very thoughtful, imaginative, and an overachiever child, and these traits only grew with age. If Duckie thought of something and wanted it enough she would make it happen. She was a hard worker, stubborn as hell, and wasn’t the most graceful child, always getting hurt one way or another. Throughout her younger years, the Pruitt family had to make trips to the hospital to help reset one or more of Duckie’s broken fingers.

Duckie was an overachiever from an early age too. She was the only child in her school to read 1,000 books in one year, which awarded her an award and metal. Of course Leo and Cricket had made fun little quips about her reading so many books between the trouble they caused together. Duckie also helped start three charities at her school and still donated to them every year. As did her family and the Wolfe’s, proud of their daughter and family friend.

Growing up in the middle of BFE, there wasn’t a lot to do during the long summer days when it was too hot to do any ranch work. So the Three Musketeers would go down to the Walnut tree between the two families’ lands and by a creek bed, hammers in hands,smash the walnuts for a snack or for fun, then afterwards jump into the nearby creek to wash off the juice.

Another fun little memory was during the summer that the girls’ turned eleven and saw The Amazing Spider-Man for the first time at Leo’s house at a sleepover. A week after, when they all were hanging out in the barn, Bay had gotten bit by a spider! Of course, them being children, had convinced their minds that Duckie would be Spider-Man (or Spider-Girl) by the next day just like the movie. Leo and Cricket argued who would be ‘Uncle Ben’ and ‘Aunt May’ to Bay, even though neither wanted to die the tragic ways the characters did. So when it was a couple weeks later and still no powers (they tried) like Peter Parker, they sadly gave up that dream.

It was weird in high school, between the obvious love that her sister and best friend had for each other, the hard AP classes she took,the Volleyball team, and ranch work. It was a lot of work to stay afloat with all of the activities each one of the friends did, but they all made it work. Duckie graduated in the top five students and could attend any schools she wanted to, if she pleased. After school, the Pruitt girls just wanted to stay home and help around the ranch, but also wanted a job off of the ranch too. Duckie took classes in high school that counted as college credits, so that helped shave off years on her nursing schooling. After four years she had accomplished her nursing degree and worked for the city’s hospital.

Duckie was devastated when she heard that her parents were taking their letters they’d written to Leo. She didn’t know if they read them or not, but if they did, they wouldn’t be surprised about the contents (being for Leo to finally man up and say something to Cricket). It was still her private conversation to Leo thought. Duckie forgave him quickly afterwards, she doesn’t really hold grudges for long. When she met his pilot thought, that was a different type of grudge. Duckie didn’t hate him, per say, but she didn’t exactly like him either. The man had a big head, and who wouldn’t with the callsign ‘Hollywood’.

Rick would flirt with Duckie non stop every time they were near each other, and Bay didn’t like it. She would NOT be one of his belt buckle notches, that was for damn sure. He slowly realized that maybe she was different than the other women he had success with. He tried a different tactic and after a while won her heart. Rick was usually the one to intimate hugs or kisses in other relationships, but didn’t want to go too fast with Duckie. It was a surprise to both of them that day in the woods when Duckie grabbed his face and kissed him. After dinner, Rick went to the Pruitt’s ranch and officially asked Duckie to be his girlfriend, which after she cracked a joke said yes.

They kept it a secret for a while before telling the others, Rick and Duck both knew that Knuckles, Leo, and Cricket would have their asses. Cricket didn’t really trust Rick’s intentions with her sister. Leo knew Rick and what he did with his conquests, and didn’t want Rick hurting Leo’s ‘sister’. As for Knuckles, he just didn’t like any of his sisters’ boyfriends. Beau & Katherine were over the moon that Duckie had finally introduced them to one of her boyfriends and that they just adored Rick from their first meetings.

When Leo and Cricket went of their first official date, Duckie and Rick helped out with everything. From the flowers, reservations at the restaurant, to the clothes, and hair styles. Afterwards, they went out too, on their own little adventure to get to know one another more. It ended pretty early when Duckie got a phone call from a crying Cricket. When Duck got home she held Cricket as she vented about how awful the night was to Duckie and the dogs. The next day, when Duck went to see Rick, she found out that the Flyboys had left without telling their girls.

This information made the girls upset, mostly Duckie. How could that egotistical bastard just up and leave without telling her? Of course he’d do that, she’s known from the start what kind of man he is. Leo had told her his buddy’s history and his tricks. She was mad, no doubt, but she could tell that he’d changed for her, in little ways. So it didn’t take much convincing for Duckie to take a trip to San Diego, it was Cricket that needed to be reasoned with. She was packed and plane ticket paid for within three days, while it took Cricket to change her mind. Duckie wanted nothing more than to see her boyfriend and kick his ass for leaving suddenly.

Once they left the airport in their destination, the sisters rented a truck and drove to fighter town to see their flyboys. First stop being Leo’s, where the two dumb lovebirds reunited and forgave each other, then Duckie took the truck and arrived at Rick’s off-base apartment. The weeks they spent together went by fast being held in each others arms, but the girls had to go back to their ranch and jobs.

Duckie was devastated when she had to leave, but started to plan her and Cricket’s next visit soon after. Work days were often boring and slow, occasionally someone with an interesting case would show up and bring smiles to the nurse and doctor’s faces at how ridiculous the patients’ story was. After shift, she would call Rick (at a decent hour) and tell him about her patients of the day, unless she was working at the ranch, then tell him about the trouble she and Cricket got into. The phone calls were always filled with laughter and smiles on either side as stories were shared and ‘I love yous’ told in between. Jack and Bush often said their ‘hellos’ too.

When Rick and Leo had asked the girls to move in with them, Duckie had jumped at the idea! Within a couple of weeks, Duckie was packed and put her three weeks into work. Cricket took less time, but didn’t want to leave without her sister, so she waited for Duckie. When they drove the thousands of miles to their new homes, it was sad for both girls to not be with each other every second of every day, like they had been able to back home. Day by day, it got easier for them, but it still took a while for them to get used to it just being themselves and their boyfriends. Cricket took a job at the bar, the O Club and Duck went to work at the hospital.

After a couple of years together, Rick, Leo, and the girls had made a surprise trip to the Pruitt’s ranch. The girls were oblivious about the real reason for the visit, but a month later when Rick proposed to Duckie, it was pretty easy to guess. At the wedding, Duckie’s Maid of Honor was of course Cricket, and her Bride’s Maids were Quinn (Wolfe) Henderson and Rebecca Wolfe. As it was said before, Rick didn’t have the best relationships with his family. It’s been years since he’s seen or talked to someone sharing his last name, he refuses too. For his guests, it was just his aviator friends and their wives or husbands and all of Duckie’s family and friends.

The wedding was beautiful, with a color palette of peach, sage, and gold. Her dress was lace, tight to the skin, off the shoulders sleeves, and a sweetheart neckline. The bouquets were peach roses with succulents and gold ribbon tied in a bow around the stems. The bride’s maids’ dresses were peach with an accent of gold somewhere on their person. The men wore light grey suits with a white dress shirt, and sage green tie. Their boutonnieres were a single peach flower with small succulents accompanied by it.

The church was beautiful, behind the alter was a stain glass window telling one of the many stories from the Bible, the Minister’s voice boomed with the microphone he held and the speakers around the room caught every crisp word spoken as the couple said their vows and ‘I Do’s’. The reception was equally as beautiful as the church, colored in the same color palette and natural light streaming in from the ceiling to wall windows. The cake was tall to be able to feed all of the guests, and had more than one flavor (because the newly weds couldn’t just pick one).

The best part of the night was when Duckie threw the bouquet and Chatterbox caught it. Duck doesn’t think she’s ever laughed as hard as she did when Leo chased his little sister around, trying to grab the flowers from her. He kept saying, ‘Not while I’m still kickin’ is my kid sister getting married before me!’ Becca would dodge and weave between guests as she ran to their parents to hide and tattle. It was nothing but what she imagined her wedding to look like, and couldn’t be more happy with all of the decorations, cake, and other things that could’ve just as likely gone wrong.

Duckie and Rick’s first dance started out slow, before another song was remixed into it and the couple did a dance that would put every other wedding that year to shame. When it was time for the father-daughter dance, it was filled with whispers and tears. The song captured their relationship perfectly and you could tell by just listening to the lyrics. Since Rick didn’t have any family come for him, Katherine and Ruth came up to him for his mother son dance.

Both women saw him as a son since the first day they met him and wouldn’t change that for the world. When both dances were done, Leo clapped Rick’s shoulders and said, ‘Welcome to the family, you can’t leave now’ but Rick would never dream of it, he left the love that each family held for each and every member and was happy to be able to be apart of that now and forever. Even if in a couple of months he’d also be related to his back-seater by marriage and have to see his ugly mug every holiday instead of just on base.

It was a few years later that Rick and Duckie had kids of their own, Amelia Jean and Addison Kate Neven. Amelia was born a year and a half before Addison, not wanting to go through the hardships of what her parents did with Cricket and herself. Duckie and Pretty Boy thought hard and long for the perfect names for their gorgeous daughters, and kept them a secret for the whole pregnancy until the delivery.

Duckie was adamant about no one but Rick in the delivery room until afterwards, and when the Wolfe and Pruitt clan could heard those strong lungs scream, they all felt unremarkable joy! After the nurses cleaned and printed the newborn babe, Rick called in the first two to meet the new addition to the family. Leo was first inside the door, his new wife, Cricket, a close second behind tears already in the waterline of her blue eyes.

Duckie smiled tiredly, ‘Crick, Leo, meet your niece, Amelia Jean Neven. Cricket, do you remember our pact from when we were kids?’ Cricket smiled softly, ‘yea, when we have kids, we would name them after the first letter of our sister’s names. So, Amelia, the A’s-the A’s for me?’ The small nod from the exhausted Duckie was all the confirmation Cricket needed to jump up and hug both new parents.

When the second little bundle of joy came into the world, it had been a little bit different this time. Duckie had some complications during the natural birth, so they had to give her a C-section. After the anesthesia had worn off, Rick called for the two best friends again first. Leo and Cricket huddled into the room and crowded the baby, cooing and making faces at her.

‘Do you wanna know your new niece’s name?’ Of course that got an excited head nod from them, ‘Ok, say hello to Leandra Hayes Neven!’ Leo’s eyes got wide and he started to cry, swiftly going in to hug Duckie and Rick, with giant smiles on their faces, but Cricket held back her smirk. ‘For realzies though, meet Addison Kate!’

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SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY- P.B PARKER

Pairing: Dilf! Cowboy! Peter Parker x Innocent! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: Coming home for the summer back to the farm had it's perks. One of them being, you get to help out the owner of the ranch next door, Peter Parker. As they say- save a horse, ride a cowboy.

Warnings: thigh riding, over stim, BREEDING KINK, pet names, sir kink, praise kink, dumbification kink, degradation kink, tit play, smut implied, choking, cum feeding, teasing, swearing, yelling & booze mentioned ( readers father gets drunk & mad), age gap ( reader is mid 20s, peter is 40s), i let all my daddy issues shine through with this one yall, saddle up!!

Notes: "you're in the wind, i'm in the water- nobody's son, nobody's daughter... watching the chemtrails over the country club" - lana del rey, chemtrails over the country club

The caw of the rooster woke you every morning.

You didn’t have the luxury of an alarm clock, the blaring red numbers and constant blaring every five seconds being replaced with the trickle of the sunrise through your dainty lace curtains, the weight of your dog Harley jumping on your legs.

You didn’t mind.

It was a nice change from the sound of the bustling streets, the yelling of people down below mixed with the consistent sirens.

You loved your little apartment in the city, your roommate always providing you with comfort and kind words with a side of her jasmine tea.

But you had missed home.

You missed breathing in fresh, clean air, the soft breeze that would sway through the willow trees by the creek. You missed the feeling of the warm sunlight beating on you as you sat in the pasture with the cows, often sketching them while your father would yell at you to feed them, not just give them therapy sessions.

You could already hear their mooing from by the barn, causing you to sit up with a stretch, a yawn escaping your lips as you scrambled out from under the sheets.

An extra pep was in your step as you scurried down the hall to the washroom, brushing your teeth and washing your face in record time.

Today was the day.

You braided your hair in little pigtails, wrapping little pink bows to finish them off, smiling at your reflection in the mirror.

Today, you'd be seeing Mr. Parker again. Mr. Parker was your neighbour, the owner of the ranch right next to your farm. Your father had introduced him to you the second you had hauled in your suitcases in the door for the summer, and you nearly had fallen to your knees right then and there.

He was a living Adonis, his boyish smile making your face heat more than the stale summer heat outside.

I offered you up to help Mr.Parker this summer Y/N. His boys left the ranch to settle in the city before their first year at University.

Now typically, you hated when your father did this. This, little thing where he’d offer you around to the villagers like carol songs on Christmas, announcing that’d you'd be helping them with chores, without charge.

Of course, you couldn't just say no- being rude was not in your nature. But it irked you to no end when you’d have to scrub Mrs. Dorris's endless pile of dishes, or when you were forced to shovel manure on Mr. Hill’s barn with a smile plastered on your face.

But this wasn't Mrs. Dorris, and sure as hell wasn't Mr. Hill. This was Mr. Parker.

I’ll go easy on ya darlin. he had said with a wink, when the look of surprise was stunned upon your face at your father's words. Your heart had fluttered, hands went clammy as your fidgeted with your sundress. The thought of him and the words that rolled off his tongue had you smiling, a blush staining your cheeks as you ran back to your bedroom, slipping on the prettiest shirt you owned, and a pair of jeans that hugged your curves like a glove.

A basket filled with fresh berries and slices of homemade bread you had prepared last night was wrapped in flannel linen as you kissed your father on the cheek, and rushed out the door.

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“Come in!” the husky voice called in response to your soft knocking on the oak door, sending shivers down your spine as you creaked it open, peeping your head inside. The sight had you nearly falling to your knees, the basket near slipping from your fingers.

You had walked in on him buttoning up the last of his white dress shirt, his beautiful, calloused hands adjusting the silver watch at his wrist. There was no ring on his finger, you noted.

Part of you hated yourself for feeling a wave of relief and happiness wash over you at the bareness of his hands, the other side encouraged it.

It was agony, wanting this man. You knew deep down, it probably wasn't right, him being a little younger than your father. Yet you couldn't stop the feelings you felt, no matter how much you tried to repress them back down. They bubbled to the surface, with every smile he gave you, with every word that spilled from his lips.

“Hello, love.” he smiled, bringing your attention up to his soft, brown eyes, the sunlight shining on them, turning them caramel.

“Hello sir.” you smiled softly placing the basket of goodies on the table, clasping your hands together. As if your inner conscious knew if you didn't, you'd reach out to touch the living artwork of the man, running your fingers down the planes of his shoulders, across his sharp jawline, through the strands of his silky hair from under that damn hat…

“Are those for me darlin’?” he asked, tugging you out of your daydream. “They're from Daddy's bushes outback… I picked some yesterday. The bread I made last night.” you blushed, watching as he popped a raspberry in his mouth.

Juices stained his fingers, in which you watched him suck them clean, his eyes boring into yours the entire time, gaze mischievous.

You gulped.

“You shouldn't have love. You’re too sweet.” he winked, rolling up his sleeves to his elbows as he brushed past your frame. “You give little treats to everyone darlin?” he asked, eyebrow raised as he held the door open, nudging for you to step back outside with him.

You obeyed.

“Only the ones I like.” you teased, earning a laugh from him. It was your new favourite sound, you decided, as light and airy as the birds who chirped from the branches of his oak trees.

“I’m honoured, sweetheart.”

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Mr. Parker stood true to his word, of course. He did go easy on you.

Not once did you lift a finger, as much as you offered to. He just shooed you off with a smile, saying today was an “introduction day”.

You were given a tour of his property, its beautiful pasture and meadows appearing like a painting in your mind. You couldn't help but smile as you watched some horses gallop in the meadow, their manes blowing in the gentle breeze as the grass swayed. It was stunning here. All seven hundred acres of it.

From the little apple trees that bloomed white in the spring to the creek that stretched to the back of his property, you never wanted to leave here. Especially if Mr. Parker would be here.

The day was drawing near, the afternoon heat diminishing as he took you around his barn, showing you all the horses that nicked in their stalls. You’ll mostly be helping out here, if that's alright darlin. Just keeping them fed, watered, clean and maybe even on some rides while I get stuff done out back. He had told you as you scratched a pinto mare's forehead lovingly, laughing as he snorted at you.

“I saved the best for last.” he teased, leading you to very last stall. A gorgeous chestnut mare poked its head out from the opening, it’s doe eyes wide as it took you in.

“This is Layla. She’s truly something.” Sure enough, a golden plate with Layla was underneath her long neck, glimmering brightly as the sunlight trickled through the open doors. “She's beautiful.” you gasped, placing your hand out for her to sniff.

“Layla’s the first horse I ever bought. Don't let her age fool you though, she runs as fast as the greens our back.” he joked, scratching her neck gently. “She seems very friendly.” you nodded, your heart seeming to triple three sizes as she nudged Peter's body, as if to say- more attention on me please!

“Oh she's a sweetheart. She's my good girl, aren't you Layla? Such a good girl.” he cooed, patting her neck.

The barn suddenly became hot, the sticky afternoon heat reappearing as your cheeks flushed. Such a good girl.

Those four words alone had you keening, causing you to chew on your cheek as you clenched your thighs together, kicking little pebbles as a means to calm down.

Those words weren't sexual. They were not intended for you. So why did it feel like it was?

You wanted to slap yourself silly for thinking this way, taking something so innocent and contorting it into… whatever this was. The dampness in your panties increased as he turned his attention towards you, a grin on his face.

Almost as if he knew. Almost as if he could see right through you.

���So does that sound okay then love? Lookin after them?” You nodded, following suit after Peter as he turned on his heel, heading back out the main doors. “Good. Wanna make sure you're comfortable here, okay?”

“Yes Mr. Parker. Thank you, um, for showing me the ropes and stuff today.” you blushed. “Of course darlin’. And-” He stopped you with the gentle touch of his hand, the feeling warm against your goosebump ridden skin.

“Don't be afraid to come over after hours okay? If you need anything at all, I’m here.” His eyes bore into yours, the softness they portrayed making you hypnotised.

You would do anything this man asked of you. You'd come over every day, every night, every hour if that's what Peter wanted.

“Thank you sir. You’re too kind.” The fact his grip tightened slightly at your words didn't go unnoticed by you. Nothing ever did, when it involved him. “Have a good evening darlin’.”

It was going to be a very, very long summer indeed.

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“YOU RUIN EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH GIRL!” Your fathers' cruel voice and the sound of the glass hitting the floor echoed, his whisky coating the floor with its bitterness had you running for the door with a cry.

Your vision was blurry as you sniffled, tears making your eyes red and puffy as you sobbed. The door slammed behind you with a thud, your legs carrying you as fast as they could down the steps and to the driveway.

You needed out.

You needed away from this house, and your fathers booze stained breath. His temper raged when he drank, and that was many times this week.

Many, many times.

The cool air soothed your heaving lungs, the cicadas buzzing under the moon distracting the buzzing in your brain. You couldn't think of anywhere else to go but, well… Peters.

The offer he had given you the first day of your time on the ranch blazed in your memory like a wildfire, his soothing voice numbing the pain.

You wanted to see him.

The idea of his soft embrace and charming smile sent your feet running down the driveway, down the road and to his house. You prayed the offer still kept. You had worked for Peter nearly every day this summer, and when you didn't work, you still often dropped by to give him little treats and pastries.

It was too late to second guess yourself any longer as you clambered over the closed gate, lock and chains jangling as you jumped down. Cursing yourself for wearing a little lace nightgown, you made your way down the long driveway.

There was dim lighting from behind his curtains, and you were thankful he wasn't asleep. The guilt that would wash over you if he was would never leave. You made your way up the front porch steps, rattling on his door quietly, The curtains shuffled as he made his way to the door, creaking it open slowly.

“Y/N? Darlin are you okay?” he asked gently, a look of concern on his face as he shooed you in. “I know its late, Mr. Parker sir but I just…”

You burst out into tears, hands covering your face as you cried. You felt his large frame wrap around you in a comforting embrace, swaying you side to side in his arms.

“Shhh, shh its okay love. Just let it out, atta girl.” he cooed softly, stroking your hair in a soothing manner as you gripped his shirt like your life depended on it.

“M’so sorry sir.” you sniffled, rubbing your nose as he lead you over to the couch. “Hey, never ever apologise honey. I told you that you could over anytime, did I not?”

You nodded softly, glancing up to meet his gaze. “Exactly. Can you tell me what happened love?”

His voice was so rich, so smooth and dreamy you never wanted him to stop talking. Each word was a note from a symphony, blending together in perfect harmony. You trusted him. More than anything, you trusted him. Which is why you told him everything.

“Dad was drinking again and he- he started getting mad again. Throwing stuff and yellin, blaming me for things I- I have no control over.” you sniffled, his palm cupping your cheek as he whipped your stray tear with his thumb.

“Oh honey I’m so sorry. That's not very nice of him is it?” You shook your head. “He’s being so cruel to you angel. But I’m so proud of you for coming over, you did the right thing.” he whispered, kissing your forehead tenderly.

You felt your heart thud madly in your chest, its beat in sync with the cantering stallions in the barnyard. His skin smelt of oak as he drew you even closer to him, sliding your body across his lap. There was nearly no space between the two of you now, but you didn't care.

Peter was here now.

He’d take care of you.

“He’s always telling me mean things, it makes me cry. I don't like to cry very much Mr. Parker.” you whispered, the throbbing in your core becoming more prominent as he began to bounce his knee.

Up down, up down.

You hiccuped softly as his hand came to rest on your thigh, tracing circles gently against your skin. It was comforting. You liked it, more than you should have.

“Tears can be pretty sometimes sweetheart. Happy tears, for instance.”

“But these aren't happy ones sir.” you smiled weakly, watching as his hand inch up your thigh. “I know sweetheart. We should do somethin about that eh? Get you feeling all better?” he purred.

You nodded, too dumbstruck for words as his hand resumed its hitch hiking, making its way closer to your soaking clothed cunt from under your nightgown.

Oh god.

“W-what are you doing sir?” you asked meekly as his fingers gently traced the cloth, making you shiver, the pulsing of your clit near unbearable as he teased.

“Oh darlin, I’m making it all better, see?” he pouted, slowly adjusting you so you sat straddled across his thigh. “But Mr. Park-”

“Shhh, darlin. Its just me, its your Peter.” he shushed you, hands tracing the curves of your hips, running up and down as he watched your nipples pebble from under the soft nightgown. He could sense the worry on your face as you chewed on your lip, looking up at him softly.

You wanted this. More than anything you wanted this. But deep down, you knew it was a bad idea, getting mixed up with your employer.

But weren't the bad ideas always the best ones?

“I see those thoughts runnin in that pretty head of yours baby. Little girls like you don't need to think, they need to be taken care of. And I’m gonna take care of you okay? I’ll give you everything you need, everything to make you feel better.” he cooed, tugging on a curl that had fallen from behind your ear as you swallowed, nodding.

He was right. Peter was always right, you knew this.

“Yes sir.” you whispered, eager to please the man. “God when you call me that darlin you drive me wild. Make me so god damn hard and you don't even know it, you silly girl.” he mocked, eye brow raised as he squeezed your cheeks together.

“Makes me wanna bend you over and stuff you full of cum, till your drippin. Makes me wanna spank your ass red, till you're a blubbering mess. But I can’t do that, can I sweetheart? That'd be too cruel for my innocent lil girl.” Peters grip made its way down to your neck, closing firmly around your neck, making you gasp.

“Mr. Parker I need-”

“Ah ah ah..” he clucked his tongue, watching your doe eyes widen. “I know what you need darlin. I always know what you need.”

Any thoughts from your brain has left, your body and mind solely given to use for Peter in whichever way he wanted. You wouldn't be surprised if drool dribbled out of your mouth with the way you were under his trance, your gaze fully focused on his full blown pupils.

“Yes sir.” you speculated, smiling as his dimples showed. You were making him happy. “Good girl. Now you're gonna ride my thigh yea? Then I’m gonna fill you with cock until you're fucked stupid.”

You found yourself nodding, his grip on your hips tightening as you began to rut your hips against his thigh, the denim feeling delicious against your clit. “Mghmm.” you moaned, rolling your head back as he guided you slowly against his bouncing knee.

“You’d like that huh? My dumb lil darlin, stuffed full.” he teased, country drawl even heavier as he watched you in delight. The praise and degradation was making your head spin, your bones turned to mush as you rode him.

There was a fire in your veins, a simmering in your core that continued to burn with each rise and fall of his knee, with each gentle kiss and lick he placed on your collarbone.

It ached. It ached more than anything.

“I know it aches honey, but you gotta be a good girl and take what I give you.” he murmured against your skin, moaning as you slid your hands up through his hair, tugging.

The brown, honeyed strands were as silky and smooth as you thought they'd be, perfect reins for you to hold onto. “Been wanting you so badly sir please!” you cried, your slick coating his jeans as you slid your hips.

Back and forth. Back and forth.

It was addicting, the way he was making you feel without truly touching you. “Oh honey I know. I’ll just have to ruin you for all those boys at college won’t I?”

He was toying with you, a cat chasing its dinner. You were the mouse. And you were perfectly fine with that.

“Please!” you gasped, pulling on his scalp as he leaned down to suck on your breasts through the lace of your dress. “Mmm. By the time I’m done with ya darlin, these will be full of milk. Gonna fuck you r-right.” he stuttered as you tugged on his his hair, arching your back to provide better access as he licked and sucked. He bit down on your nipple, tugging at his teeth as you screamed his name.

You were shattering. You were floating, a simple atom floating with the stars as you came, toes curling from the sensations. You never wanted to stop.

You never wanted him to stop.

No one had ever made you feel this way, had made you orgasm so hard your eye rolled back to your brain…

“That’s a good girl. Such a good baby.” he praised, his gentle voice snapping you back to realty as he brushed his lips against your soft, warm skin.

“M’so good. So so good…” you trailed off, sleepy smile on your face as he slid his hand down to the wet patch on his pants, smearing your juices on his fingers.

“Open up darlin.” he hummed, winking as you stuck your tongue out, lapping up your cum from his fingers like a kitten drinking its milk.

“My good girl.” `

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

The Night We Met ~ P.P.

A/n: decided to do a two-part fic for Andrew Garfield’s Peter Parker because I’ve been crushing on him and missing writing. Some major angst because I am. Sad. Lol. I tried to make this all one part but it was well over 11,000 words so I broke it into two. It’s completely done and I’ll post the second part in a bit <3

WARNINGS: nightmares, Gwen’s death (mentioned), loss, depression, general heartbreak, violence, blood, gun use (by villain), guilt, trauma responses having to do with Gwen’s death

Word Count: 5200+

MASTERLIST

I am not the only traveler who has not repaid his debt. I've been searching for a trail to follow again - take me back to the night we met.

As his eyes flew open, Peter knew immediately that today was going to be a bad day. He was breathless, and his heart pounded in his chest. His cheeks were already wet with tears. Tell-tale signs that the rest of the day was lost. Ruined.

And sure, he could already see May’s warm smile and eyes full of gentle reminders as she said what she always did - that his struggles were real and emotions were valid, and that some days were worse than others, but you had to keep going. You had to keep your eyes on the future and take one step at a time. One dream couldn’t ruin him… Not completely.

But it would. He knew she would understand that too. That if he asked, she would hold him and rub her hands through his hair. Because, even if she handled her own loss with raging strength and faithful love and endless joy at what she still had to enjoy, she knew that not everyone grieved the way she did. That when she had first lost Ben, her whispered reassurances that he would want them to be happy and keep living life and being their best selves - it wasn’t for everyone.

He also knew that she would scold him, too. That once he wasn’t so distraught she would give him a stern look - the look of a mother who didn’t approve of her son suffering a demise that he himself caused. He could already hear her telling him just to fix it. To go back. To talk through it, and fix it. That even months later, Y/n was the kind of person who just wanted him to fight for it.

Ugh.

It was why he didn’t go to her for the dreams anymore. That when he jolted awake after being wrapped up in a dream so full of everything that he wanted that he had to rip himself away from it before he didn’t want to wake up, he could lie to himself… but only if May didn’t know he was doing it. She wouldn’t allow such foolishness, and would call him out immediately. So the sunlight through strands of hair and a laugh that settled into his bones and a voice that was slowly but surely slipping away from him the longer he was away from them, it all stayed in his head and he ignored it and could at least pretend it wasn’t eating him alive.

Barely. But still.

It got harder when he went to school. Y/n was everywhere here. He had met them in this college, and since then they had tainted every surface with remnants of them. Y/n was in the sharp edges of the staircase that lead to the front doors, where they had often met an hour before class and helped each other wake up and mentally prepare for the day ahead of them. Y/n was in the hallways where they had held hands, or his arm had rested across their shoulders as the pair had talked. Y/n was in the cafeteria, where they had worked for a while… Peter still couldn’t go near the sandwich shop without feeling his heart burn in his chest. He remembered too clearly how Y/n would come home smelling of meat and cheese and bread and ranch.

Peter tried to fight it. Tried to remind himself why he was here. He really did try. But-

Y/n was in every inch of the science classroom. They majored in business of all things, and hated science with a burning passion. They had always been much better at math, and the slight disconnect between the two subjects was just enough that all their skills fell just short of success. Peter was in an entirely different course, but had been aceing his stuff. When his teacher had proposed a tutoring session with a student who was struggling, Peter had picked it up. He didn’t have a lot of free time between working, going to school, and of course being Spider-Man, but he could at least give it a shot.

Of course, Peter had his own classes in that room. That’s why he had to return, and yet he never remembered the memories he was making or the ones he had all by himself made. He could only think of the times he had walked in to see Y/n bent over a text book, notes splayed out as they tried to put together what they were missing. It had almost made him laugh to see someone he knew in passing - someone he had heard people rave about in discussion of Y/n’s math skills, in the same tone people would gawk at his skill with science - struggle so much with something so close to what they were supposed to be good at.

At first Peter had thought he was in the wrong room, or that this trouble student also needed help with math. But it became clear that was not the case when they looked up and sighed, “Are you Peter Parker?” The relief was so obvious that Peter found himself immediately endeared to them.

“Yeah. That’s me. Are you… who I’m tutoring.”

Y/n had blushed. “Uh, Yeah, I’m-“

“I know who you are.” It came out too fast. Peter had a bit of an admiration built up for Y/n. He had heard so much about them and admired them so much, it felt so odd to be meeting in this situation and not in a project or after school discussion. Y/n seemed part flattered and part surprised by his outburst. He cleared his throat. “You’re kind of big talk around here. One person called me a genius one time in passing and all the nearby nerds went off about how I couldn’t be as much a genius as you.” He raised an eyebrow, amused by the memory.

That seemed to make Y/n feel more embarrassed. “Oh god.” They laughed and Peter felt instantly comfortable - like this was a familiar thing. A favorite part of his day. Expected, anticipated even. “They’re a bunch of elitists. Obviously given a lot of shit in high school for being the smartest kid in the room. Walking around here like…” they shook their head. “I’ve never been good at keeping my mouth shut. They started running around talking about how smart each of them were and blah blah blah - what was I supposed to do. Not show them up?”

Peter snorted. “And now they worship you?”

“Something like that.” Y/n rolled their eyes, grinning. “If they knew I was shit at science, I think they would either explode or go back to being the little assholes none of us miss.”

“Then we’ll have to fix that. Let’s see if I can help you, hm? I like shutting people up too.”

Y/n tilted their head. There was approval in the way they looked at him. “Please do.”

Peter had to rip himself away from their smile and how, even in mere memory, it still made his own lips twitch with the urge to curl to match. He wanted to hear them laugh again…

Focus, Parker.

He sighed as he sat down at his new desk. The one he had moved to after he had distanced himself from the person who had come to mean everything to him. They had visited the old desk too often. Sat there together to study. He had thought about them in that chair too often - now he had a new space. And it wasn’t any less tainted, but the new vantage point of the room helped a little at least.

At least in class he could be absorbed into work he really loved. He didn’t have any reminders of Y/n when he was learning about science - other than a very small voice in the back of his head that still fondly recalled the one time Y/n had looked at his homework and had almost had an aneurysm - and it was almost a complete break.

He didn’t have the same experience at work.

Otto Octavius loved Peter Parker. He loved the boy’s mind and his presence and the way he cared about all the same things Otto did. They were on a first name basis, and had been like this for a while. It hadn’t taken them long since the internship had started that they had taken to doing so either. Y/n had joined the second them and Peter had grown close, often showing up to his work because they hated to go home to an empty apartment and sit in silence at best, neighbors arguing at worst. They’d much prefer to follow Peter around and watch him be a complete nerd. Tease him, or talk to Otto and try to understand the projects around them and how they would come about. If Y/n wasn’t in the headspace to try to wrap their head around this science term or that one, the conversation would turn to the math of the projects, or just the general beauty of geometry. Y/n loved geometry.

Otto had loved Y/n too. He had loved their spirit and their adoration and their passion for life. Their yearning for knowledge had been something he could relate to. Something he respected.

He had loved Y/n and Peter separately, for different things and in different situations. But most of all, he loved them together.

Even months later, Otto still asked how Y/n was doing it, and prodded Peter to reach out to them the same way Aunt May did. Just to check on them… Peter had never explained why he had stopped talking to Y/n. He hadn’t explained to anyone - not even Aunt May. So Otto tried, to the best of his ability.

It didn’t make life easier for Peter. In fact, it made it harder. As the days passed, he missed them more and had to try harder to ignore it. One day he would slip up. He knew eventually he’d break.

But that wasn’t today.

So for now he glossed over Otto’s usual comment about Peter’s missing better half, and he got to work and steered conversation to safer topics. And he ignored it.

What else was he to do?

He couldn’t exactly explain to these people who cared about him that he was Spider-Man. That it was dangerous for Y/n to get involved with him. That he was dangerous. That he only hurt the people he was around… the people he loved.

No, he couldn’t tell them about her.

About blonde hair and a tight smile and a scolding voice and a scream filled with joy. About someone who had once understood and loved science just like him. Someone who should have stayed away.

He wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

Even if people didn’t understand why he did it.

Even…

Even if it hurt.

And then I can tell myself what the hell I'm supposed to do. And then I can tell myself not to ride along with you.

This had not been his best idea. By far.

Yeah sure Pete, go to the cafeteria. That won’t go wrong at all. Ugh.

He had heard that Y/n had moved to a different job. It was more than safe, and he couldn’t avoid it forever. He had paid for on-campus meals, so why not use them? Not to mention, he needed to make new memories. Replace all the ones he had with Y/n. They couldn’t have enough power over him to keep him from eating. If they did, that would be an even bigger problem.

Of course they did, but he ignored that. This was not a problem he could fix, therefore it was not one he wanted to acknowledge.

He had thought it would be easy. Dip in, snag food, dip out. Gone very fast. Over in a moment.

As if he was that lucky.

When he saw them, he wanted to bolt immediately. But he had already begun his order. It was an assembly line, like in a mall cafeteria. The people serving would add one thing to your plate and then pass it on. Different stations offered different things you could put on your plate, or could pass on if you didn’t want it. He was halfway through the line, too far in to pass up the sausages he wanted at the end of the line - he had wasted too much time waiting in line, and gotten himself too excited over them - but was too far from the end that it wouldn’t be obvious that he would be stealing glances at them, or on purpose avoiding eye contact for the rest of the time he was here. They held his plate, looking up at him. When their eyes had met they had both stuttered, and he had almost tripped as he moved to the side to be in front of them. Now they just… stared at each other.

Y/n broke first. They cleared their throat. “Can I get you anything today?”

He swallowed and opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Fuck. “Yeah.” NO. He had meant to say no, to move on and avoid this whole interaction, even if he had been eyeing the potato wedges that were in front of Y/n for a while now.

When silence began to stretch again, Y/n asked, “And that would be?”

Peter wanted to strangle himself. His throat felt suddenly dry and his tongue wouldn’t work. He tore his eyes away from them and felt their body buzzing, cold and numb rising but that linhrering warmth reminding him how beautiful their eyes still were to him. He freshly remembered how their voice sounded. Not trusting himself to speak, he just pointed to the potato wedges. Without even having to ask, even if his gesturing was vague, they reached for the wedges and gave him some. Like they had already really known what he wanted. Maybe they did, he thought to himself. How often had they shared a plate of potato wedges and argued about whether they were or weren’t the exact same as fries.

“Have a good day.”

Peter couldn’t respond. He just nodded and moved on. His eyes stayed on the food, and he tried to keep responding as people asked him what he wanted. He skipped until the end, got his sausages, and then booked it the second he had his plate in his hand.

His suffering did not end there though.

A hand on his upper arm stopped him. He felt a lump form in his throat as he turned and saw Y/n standing there. Their touch had been brief, as if the contact had burned them, and he didn’t blame them. It had burned him too. “You forgot your fork.” They held up the utensil and Peter nodded again, grabbing it from them.

They both avoided skin contact - they had taken off the gloves they’d been using while serving food - but he could still feel the warmth that radiated from their skin. “Thanks.”

It was their turn to nod. They turned away, eyes on the floor, and booked it back to the line.

Peter watched them the entire time. He was cemented in place, his eyes locked on them. He had almost escaped the pain that he felt now. The agony that ripped through them, getting worse every step further they got away.

Chase them, his brain begged. Tell them you were wrong. Make it better. Listen to Otto and May. Listen to me. Please.

He blinked away the tears that had begun to form in his eyes and turned away, walking out of the cafeteria. He had to return the tray and was glad he had only gotten one plate today. He had planned to eat a little more - he had the budget for it, and was feeling extra hungry this morning, so why not - but now he could just drop his tray off, carrying the single plate, and then he could leave.

Eating in his room was acceptable. It’s fine. It’s totally fine and normal and not because Y/n was in the room right now and his super senses were straining to pick them up even at this distance. To hear them, or see them.

Goddamnit.

He had to distract himself. He had to stop thinking about Y/n. His head was rushing with memories and images of them. Mostly, of what had just happened. How they had been smiling genuinely before they had realized he was in front of them. How their smile had dropped like it had been smacked off of their face. How their voice had been just a little hoarse when they had spoken. How they had been looking a little low energy, their skin not having the same level of warmth and glow it usually did. How they looked a little like how he did when he wasn’t sleeping very well. How it was probably all his fault.

His attempts to distract himself weren’t much more helpful. He forced his mind to turn away from recalling every detail he had just absorbed, but his immediate thought was that he wished he had never met Y/n. That neither of them had to go through with this pain. This loss.

But of course that thought just drove him to think about what it would have been like if they actually hadn’t met.

He imagined if his teacher had asked someone else. If he had seen them slip into the room after his class every day and talk to someone else. He thought of all the progress they had made with understanding their own class better, and wondered if they could have done it with someone else. If it would have been more successful. Sure, most people weren’t as smart as he was when it came to physics, but he knew how much his smile and proximity had distracted them. How they would tease him about the way he looked when he got super focused. Would they have had an easier time focusing? Would they have had a better time with someone who could be there every day, and didn’t dip out at weird times to run off to god knows where?

He tried to imagine if they would have fallen for that person instead. If they would have smiled to themself, fumbling over words and wringing their hands and cutting off what they were saying with little nervous giggles and soft teases directed toward themself had they tried to say that he they had come to like him so desperately. If they would have asked that person out, like they had asked him. He wondered if that person would have run away like he had. Blocked them and ignored them and assigned someone else to be their tutor anyway.

He wondered if they would have been happier if they had never met him. If they were having as much luck with the tutor they had now.

He got to his room in a haze and placed his pate on his desk, flipping backward onto his bed. His hands covered his face, fingers massaging his eyes as he tried to make them stop stinging and watering.

A small voice reminded them why he had left them behind. Why this was for the best.

And then suddenly he was thinking of another loss. Fingers just out of reach and rushing air in his ears. Blank eyes and parted lips and loose hair that weakly waved in the air as a soft breeze passed through the blonde strands. A voice he would never hear again. A touch that had haunted him. A promise he had broken. One that had gotten his first love killed.

First love?

Only love.

Right? Who else had he loved the way he had loved Gwen?

His merciless brain answered him. Compared Gwen’s touch to Y/n’s. Compared their smiles. Their voices. Their laughs. The way they each had leaned against him. So different, with only one thing in common: how they had both made him feel.

His hand lowered to cover his mouth, eyes squeezed shut as finally the tears fell.

Fuck.

I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you… Take me back to the night we met. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you… Oh, take me back to the night we met.

Peter was having nightmares he had not had in a long time. One that used to chase him every night. The night he had lost Gwen. Sometimes it was Y/n. Sometimes it was still Gwen. Sometimes it was a similar situation, but not that horrible falling and chasing that he knew he was too late for. But always, it was that he was too slow. Too far. Too late. Sometimes they were already gone when he got there. Sometimes they died as he got to them, like Gwen had. And sometimes, they died in his arms. Sometimes they didn’t die to his knowledge at all. Sometimes they were dragged into a dark corner he knew they would never emerge from, their screams echoing around him like sirens, but cut off suddenly. He never found them again. Sometimes that was his worst fear. The running, as he screamed their name and tried to find them. Always looking, begging, trying his best. But his best still wasn’t good enough and he failed them. That was what every dream drove into his mind until his skull began to ache. That he would fail them. That no matter what he did or how hard he tried or what he prepared for, he would fail them.

You would think it would make it easier to stay away from Y/n. That it would harden his resolve. Unfortunately, he was a selfish man. He always had been. He had once disguised it as determination or optimism. He had lied to himself that he was just strong enough to prevent any of the bad things from happening. But, he was wrong. It was all about how much he missed them. How much he wanted to hold them, and have him run their hands through his hair and promise him that they were okay and right next to him and remind him over and over again that they loved him so much. That it would be okay.

He was just selfish.

His punishment came without relenting. Those nightmares followed him throughout each and every single day. They came to him at random moments. The second he thought he was finally catching a break, he’d let a breath out and then remember why he had been holding it to begin with. 

Even when he was swinging through the city, or being Spider-Man in general, he would find that his chest would suddenly tighten and as he blinked, the bloodied face or blank eyes would fill his vision and he would have to shake his head clear of it. He had almost fallen out of the sky more than just a few times, and had taken more hits in fights than he normally would.

He was spiraling.

It wasn’t just his grades, social life, or well-being being threatened either. His quippy remarks became much more biting and bitter. He wasn’t funny anymore, at least not like he used to be. He didn’t banter as much, he just gave people shit and then moved on. He was getting a little sloppy too - unless he was being a hard ass. Either tying his webs too loose, or too tight. Hitting too hard, or not hard enough. He would either slip up on keeping track of rubble, or he would catch it just like normal and then immediately weaponize it, even if that wasn’t the play that was best in the situation. He was more aggressive, and didn’t interact with passerbys like he once had. Everyone had noticed. JJ Jameson was having a ball saying that Spider-Man was slipping, showing more of his true nature. People who looked up to Spider-Man… Peter didn’t listen to what they had to say anymore. It just made him feel worse.

Somedays he wondered if he wasn’t allowed to be a little selfish. If he wasn’t allowed to be a little bitter. If it was fair that he was punished so much for wanting Y/n in his life. He wondered if maybe… maybe he hadn’t deserved to lose Gwen either. That his failure to save her, and his broken promise to her dad, were worth how dare and grim his life was these days. But he stifled that. Because either was angry at himself, or other people.

Being angry at other people was a lot more dangerous.

He tried not to think about his own feelings and his slow downfall too much. He tried to fall back into numbness, and to let the aches fade to the back of his mind.

The universe had a different plan for him though.

He didn’t know if this was further punishment, or a sign to give himself a break (maybe a little bit of both? That’s what it felt like at least) but when he heard a scream and swung into the scene, what he dropped into was very similar to what he had seen a million times. Someone in a mask, weapon in hand, closing in on someone who had been cornered at a dead end and was looking for some way to defend or escape. What was new, was that the person in danger was Y/n.

 All of Peter’s literal nightmares loomed around him, pressing and screaming at him.

He was going to fail.

Y/n was going to get hurt. 

His heart thumped in his ears, blood rushing over that - the layers of panic that blocked him from being able to hear or process anything other than his own sheer terror. He shot his webs, latching onto the thug and sending the dude flying. He saw red for a second and launched toward the would-be assailant, back to Y/n as he raised his hand for what would have been an absolutely fatal blow.

Fingers wrapped around his wrist. He snapped his head around, expecting an attacker he hadn’t previously seen. But then there was Y/n, eyes wide and lips parted. He froze, seeing the water in their gaze, the way their hands trembled against him. There was fear there, but not just at the person who had gone after them, but toward Peter as well. Toward… Spider-Man. There was something that told him they knew he was about to kill this man. He wondered how long ti would have taken him to regret it. How much more it would have destroyed him when he did finally have a clear head again. He saw, for a moment, a future where Spider-Man was tainted, in a way. Not only darker than he had once been, but maybe even the monster he had once been accused of being. How many people were terrified this exact scene would happen? That Spider-Man would slip more and more until he fell completely?

He wondered, above it all, what Y/n would have thought of having to see it first hand. What they would have felt, seeing someone they probably saw generally as a local hero, become something dark and ugly and terrifying.

And then, just as fast as it had all come, it cleared away. Instead, he saw the world he was in now. The world that Y/n had saved for him. The line that had been preserved, only because of them.

He broke.

Peter didn’t know what Y/n was thinking when he half pulled his mask off, just enough to expose the lower half of his face, and pulled Y/n into a kiss. He didn’t know why they melted into him, if it reminded them of Peter, or if they just liked the idea of kissing a celebrity, or if it was shocking or if they understood why he did it. He didn’t know why they pulled him in, clinging to him, and why their lips pulled a little bit into a smile. But, it did make his heart swell ten sizes in his chest.

When he did finally pull away, he didn’t go far. He still held them, his forehead resting against theirs, his eyes closed. “Sorry,” he whispered. Then he finally leaned away completely, clearing his throat. “You just…”

He struggled to come up with what to say, but Y/n just chuckled very softly. “No it’s okay I… I think I get it. You’ve been going through a really hard time recently, haven’t you? That’s why you’ve been so upset recently. And… well, I can’t imagine how you must have been spiraling. Since you kissed me, I mean, I’m assuming you lost that person… the one you wrote the I love you web for on the bridge.” Peter looked away and they swallowed. “Sorry. For your loss. And I know that doesn’t mean much but-” They reached out slowly, tentatively, and Peter looked back, reaching out to meet their hand with his own. Their fingertips pressed together. “You’re still a hero, Spider-Man. You’re still my hero.”

Peter blinked his eyes, glad his mask covered the tears that were gathering. “How? I’ve been… so…”

They nodded. “I lost someone too recently.” Peter flinched. “Not-” They sighed. “I mean, we were friends. He meant everything to me. We… I thought he loved me like I love him.” They shrugged. “I think he did, honestly. Still. But… he lost someone too.” Here they laughed. “Lots of loss happening these days I guess. I don’t know.” Their smile fell a little bit, and they leaned forward so their fingers interlaced with Peter’s instead of just touching them. “Some people lose themselves when they go through stuff like that. But… I still see you, sometimes. And sometimes even heroes need to be saved.” Their smile returned, bright even as their eyes watered. “Please keep being my hero, okay? Not just for me - but for everyone who looks up to you. And for yourself too.”

It was what he had needed to hear. Better for him than anything even Aunt May could have said. “I will. I promise.” He squeezed their hand, sealing his promise with the gesture.

They seemed to know that. “Thank you. For everything you’ve done, and what you did tonight, and everything you will do. Fuck Jameson - he’s an idiot who doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

Peter laughed. He hadn’t laughed in so long, and a weight had been lifted from his shoulders with the action. “Thank you, actually. I… I needed this.”

Y/n hesitated. “I hope you get more of this then. I hope I get to see you again.”

Peter pulled his hand back, looking away from them. “You… shouldn’t be around me. Too much. I have a lot of enemies, and if we were seen together - if anyone thought that you were especially important to me -”

Immediately Y/n nodded. “Of course.” They paused a moment. “I hope you don’t shut people out when the mask is off for that reason though.”

Peter looked over at them in surprise. “What?”

Y/n gave him a knowing look. “You’re a hero, you’d do anything to protect people that mattered to you. And… I think you need to know that saving other people can only happen if you save yourself first. Don’t push people away just because your life is a little dangerous. Some people, they wouldn’t mind the danger. It would be worth it to them. And you deserve to be with people who love you. You deserve it often.” Then, before he could argue, they gave him a small salute and took off out of the alleyway and down the street.

Peter shook his head.

Whatever he had been feeling about Y/n before, it had just gotten worse.

So, so much worse.

[buckybeardreams]

StarkerFestivals Summer Bingo Masterpost

All my works for this event can be found here or below the cut

Multichapter Fics

The Boss's Sweetheart

Prompts: hurt/comfort, courtship/wooing, impregnation play, daddy kink

Ch: 5/?

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Harry Osborn & Peter Parker, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Sugar Daddy, Mafia Boss Tony Stark, Italian Mafia, Italian Tony Stark, Sugar Daddy Tony Stark, Sugar Baby Peter Parker, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Minor Character Death, Insecurities, Protective Brock Rumlow, First Date, Age Difference, Daddy Kink, Hand Feeding, Age Play, Infantilism, Diapers, Daddy Tony Stark, Brat Peter Parker, Top Tony Stark, Bottom Peter Parker, Blowjobs, Large Cock, Anal Gaping, Belly Bulge, Size Difference, Breeding Kink, Come Inflation, Anal Plug, Feminization, Hurt Peter Parker, Kidnapped Peter Parker, Protective Tony Stark, Bondage, Forced Orgasm, Multiple Orgasms, Masturbation, Dacryphilia, Attempted Sexual Assault, Guilt, Panic Attacks, Dissociation, Anal Fisting, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Autofellatio, Somnophilia, Safewords, straitjacket, swaddling, Degradation, Masochist Peter Parker, Sadist Tony Stark

Summary: When Uncle Ben's gambling problem threatens to ruin his family, Peter turns to a dangerous man for help, a man who has made it very clear just how much he wants Peter.

Words: WIP

Simple Life

Prompt: Protective Tony

Ch: 1/?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Farm/Ranch, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Peter Parker, Protective Tony Stark, Adorable Peter Parker, Age Difference, First Meetings, Getting Together, First Dates, Age Play, Daddy Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary: After losing Gwen, Peter finds himself struggling with his life as Spider-Man, so he leaves the city and ends up on Tony's farm. He was hoping for a simpler life, but he never dreamed he'd end up with Tony Stark.

Words: WIP

Forced Hand

Prompt: Secret Identity

Ch: 3/3

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Teen Peter Parker, Brat Peter Parker, Secret Identity, Identity Porn, Fuck Or Die, Sex Pollen, Kinda, mating cycles/heat, weird alien science, handwavy medical shit and alien science, Hurt Peter Parker, drugged sex for medical reasons, Somnophilia, Sedation, Anal Sex, Daddy Kink, Dubious Consent, cum as medicine, Cap is so done with this shit

Summary: When Peter Parker shows up in lieu of his co-worker for an interview with Tony Stark, neither of them are aware of the other's secret identity—And Tony's unaware of Peter's age when they fall into bed together.

Words: 7,602

Born to be a Slut

Prompt: Size Kink

Ch: 3/3

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Minor Tony Stark/Others, Minor Peter Parker/Others

Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Father/Son Incest, Top Tony Stark, Bottom Peter Parker, Slut Peter Parker, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unrequited Love, Mutual Pining, Guilt, Being Walked In On, sexual awakening, discovering porn and masturbation, Coming In Pants, Daddy Kink, Size Kink, Anal Sex, Deepthroating, Blow Jobs, Feminization, Degradation, Anal Fingering, basically Peter's a slut just like his daddy and Tony's only gay for Peter, Embarrassment, Awkwardness, Protective Tony Stark

Summary: Everything was fine until Peter walked in on his dad fucking his receptionist. Now everything was going downhill, and nothing could ever be the same again.

Words: 7,411

Primadonna Peter

Prompt: Free Space

Ch: 2/2

Rating: Mature Warnings: Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Father/Son Incest, Teen Peter Parker, Brat Peter Parker, Non-Explicit Sex, Secret Relationship, Bickering, Love/Hate, they're both snarky af, Peter's a spoiled brat who knows just how to get his way, sugar Daddy vibes, Slut Peter Parker, Cock Warming, Under-Desk Blow Jobs, Office Blow Jobs, Daddy Kink

Summary: Tony knew the moment he started sleeping with his son that he was so screwed. If he thought Peter was hard to handle before… He clearly didn't know anything.

Because now Peter knew just how desired he was, and there was no doubt that Tony's pretty little primadonna was running the show.

Words: 5,681

Fics & Oneshots

Guilt-Ridden Desires

Prompt: Dubcon

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Father/Son Incest, Teen Peter Parker, Slut Peter Parker, angst & hurt/comfort, Insecurities, Guilt, Dubious Consent, Rough Sex, Angry Sex, Spit As Lube, Anal Sex, Virgin Peter Parker, First Time Bottoming, Service Top, Top Tony Stark, Bottom Peter Parker, sadomasochist Tony Stark - Freeform, Daddy Kink, Emotional Porn, Come Marking, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Summary: When Tony told his son he could sleep in his room, he didn't expect to come home and find him watching porn in his bed.

Words: 4,553

Selfishly Caring

Prompt: Cockslapping

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Dark Tony Stark, College Student Peter Parker, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Unhealthy Relationships, kinda nephew/uncle incest, Pseudo-Incest, Implied/Referenced Past Abuse, Abandonment Issues, Self-Worth Issues, Age Difference, Slut Peter Parker, Dom Tony Stark, Daddy Tony Stark, Sub Peter Parker, Masochist Peter Parker, Sadist Tony Stark, Dubious Consent, under negotiated kink, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Daddy Kink, Face Slapping, Cock and Ball Torture, Blow Jobs, Deepthroating, Painplay, Subdrop, Degradation

Summary: Tony's never had much interest in his godson, but when Peter comes to spend the day with him at Happy's behest, it takes a turn he hadn't considered.

Apparently, his godson's a total painslut, but their little game takes an unexpected turn, and Tony finds himself caring about him in a way he's never cared about anyone before.

Words: 4,166

Growing Up Codependent

Prompt: Incest

Rating: Mature Warnings: Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Father/Son Incest, Codependency, Daddy Kink, Age Play, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, Teen Peter Parker, Protective Tony Stark, Wet Dream, Coming In Pants

Summary: Peter’s ready to grow up, but Tony’s still clinging to his baby.

Words: 2,183

Nothing's Off Limits

Prompt: Zombie Apocalypse

Rating: Mature Warnings: Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Teen Peter Parker, Protective Tony Stark, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Peter Parker, Hand Jobs, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, brief mentions of past rape. beastiality and forced impregnation, The World Is Dark, the fic is not that dark, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Summary: A world taken over by zombies is a lawless land to live in, and young Peter grew up in the midst of it all, grew up in a world of no morals. But he considers himself one of the lucky ones because, not only is he still alive, but he has Tony looking out for him.

Words: 2,135

In Love With The Babysitter

Prompt: Babysitter AU

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Babysitters, Teen Peter Parker, Protective Tony Stark, Age Difference, First Kiss, Adorable Peter Parker, Brat Peter Parker, Brief mention of underage sexual fantasy Summary: Tony's infatuation with the young babysitter is highly inappropriate, and not unnoticed. Peter knows he can't make a move on a married man, though, but when he finds out that Pepper and Tony have split up...

Well, that changes things.

Words: 2,112

So Soon

Prompt: Royalty AU

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Side James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Kid Peter Parker, Kid Tony Stark, Growing Up Together, Arranged Marriage, First Meetings, First Kiss, Short & Sweet, Implied/Referenced Sex, Trans Steve Rogers, Feminine Peter Parker

Summary:

In the world of royals, arranged marriages are the norm, but Tony's initial reaction to finding out his betrothed is a baby, isn't a happy one.

Luckily, the young boy quickly changes his mind when he meets Peter.

Words: 1,760

Misplaced Feelings

Prompt: Manhandling

Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Controlling Behavior, Trauma Bonding, Abusive Relationships, Dark Tony Stark, Teen Peter Parker, Victim Blaming, Gaslighting, Emotional Manipulation, Hurt Peter Parker, Rape Aftermath, Non-Explicit Sex, Anal Sex, Virgin Peter Parker, Manhandling, Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Summary: Peter struggles with his mixed feelings after Tony forces himself on him, because he didn’t say no… Did he?

No, he didn’t. So Tony didn’t do anything wrong, right?

And if it was wrong, then why does Peter still want him?

Words: 1,744

Fairy Deals Yield Unexpected Results

Prompt: Body Swap

Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Side James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Fae & Fairies, Fairy Peter Parker, Human Tony Stark, Mission Gone Wrong, Body Swap, Sex Pollen, Kinda, fairy dust makes you trip, kinda drug-use, high on fairy dust, Handwavy Magic, Non-Explicit Sex

Summary: A mission gone wrong ends with Tony bonded for life to one tiny fae Peter.

Words: 1,736

Snippets

Pretty As A Picture

Prompt: In the Lab

Rating: Mature Warnings: Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Teen Peter Parker, Father/Son Incest, Top Tony Stark, Bottom Peter Parker, Brat Peter Parker, Daddy Dom Tony Stark, Sub Peter Parker, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Anal Sex, Anal Plug, Daddy Kink, Subspace

Summary: Peter's insatiable and Tony's exasperated, but how can he not give his kid what he wants?

After all, Peter's pretty as a picture.

Words: 1,490

Catcalling and Affection Buying

Prompt: Gift Giving

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Italian Mafia, Mob Boss Tony Stark, Italian Tony Stark, College Student Peter Parker, meet ugly, First Meetings, Gift Giving

Summary: Tony can't figure out why Peter keeps turning him down, and Peter just wants the catcalling creep to leave him alone.

Words: 1,047

Rebounds, Friend-Zones, and Happy Endings

Prompt: Rebound

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Hurt Peter Parker, Hurt Tony Stark, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Rebound, Unrequited Crush, Jealous Tony Stark, friend zone, Friends to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: Peter knew when he first slept with Quentin that he was just a rebound, but even though he told himself it was just sex, he still caught feelings anyway.

Tony could see it going downhill even before Peter could. He watched Peter fall apart afterwards, and all he could do was offer a shoulder to cry on as the boy he loved cried over another guy.

But in the end, somehow things finally seemed to work out for them.

Words: 1,026

Invoked Rights

Prompt: Droit De Seigneur

Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Quentin Beck/Peter Parker

Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Arranged Marriage, Abusive Relationships, Mildly Dubious Consent, Lord Tony Stark, Italian Tony Stark, Hurt Peter Parker, Virgin Peter Parker, Implied/Referenced Sex, Implied/Referenced Murder, Tony has Quentin killed so he can keep Peter as his Summary: Droit de seigneur: The alleged right of a medieval feudal lord to have sexual intercourse with a vassal's bride on her wedding night.

Tony invokes the right to fuck Peter after the boy is married off to Quentin, and then decides to keep him for himself.

Words: 843

Mistaken Desires

Prompt: Gloryhole

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Dark Tony Stark, Teen Peter Parker, Glory Hole, Blow Jobs, FaceFucking, Sex Slave, Objectification, Handcuffs, Collars, Restraints, Bondage, Choking

Summary:

Peter thought he wanted this, thought he wanted to belong to Tony, but he was wrong. This is not what he signed up for.

Words: 742

Good Little Slut

Prompt: Spit Kink

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Father/Son Incest, Slut Peter Parker, Daddy Kink, Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Spit Kink, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Summary: Before breakfast, Peter is always fed a load of Daddy's cum.

Words: 497

No One's Business

Prompt: Netflix & Chill

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Teen Peter Parker, Underage Drinking, Couch Cuddles, Short & Sweet

Summary: Tony gets Peter drunk because he loves how cuddly the boy gets when he's intoxicated.

Words: 390

Caged

Prompt: Superior Iron Man Image Prompt

Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Non-Consensual Drug-Use, Kidnapped Peter Parker, Dark Tony Stark, Implied/referenced underage rape, caged, Cock Cages, Implied/Referenced Violence, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Hurt Peter Parker, Superior Iron Man

Summary: When Tony laid eyes on the young boy, he just had to have him, and there was nothing that anyone could do when he came for him.

Words: 332

[coolbeans32]

Birthday Gift from ME!

Today is my birthday and I finally turned 18! 🎉I have been on this app for such a long time and the people I’ve met here are amazing. I’ve read a variety of different works and have read many different authors’ fanfics from mainly Harry Potter and Marvel. 

To celebrate this amazing day and to show my appreciation to many fanfic writers on this app, I have decided to share an entire list of recommendations from both HP and Marvel that you can read. 

I am also opening a celebration that you can ask and request anything from the following until February 4th! Let me get to know you and provide works!!

Celebration

🦋drabbles

send me any HP character or Marvel character + scenario to write a drabble (300-500 words approx)

👑dialogue

send me any characters (HP or Marvel) + scenario and I’ll write a short dialogue

💗Q+A’s

ask anything you want that you’d like to know about me or if you are a moot, send this to me to write a short letter about you and to send a song recommendation

🌸 games

any games like fmk, top 3, would you rather, this or that. i’m a sucker for games

🥀poetry or book

send me this if you’d like a poetry recommendation or a book rec

i’m also writing a fanfic that I hope to upload asap amd again I thank each and every one of you for everything you do. I could write so many more recs but here are a few that were at the top of my list for reading likes and some I follow

Recommendations

Marvel Recs!

@existenceisfunny | Masterlist

My (writing) fiance, is an absolute amazing writer, despite her not thinking so. Absolutely amazing style of writing and I adore the different AUs and plot changed you added towards the Marvel fandom. Your incorporation of the reader feels so real, anyone can picture themselves as a badass you portray the character to be. Don’t stop what you do babe. Love you so much!

@im-in-love-with-pizza-bites | Masterlist 

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[couldntbedamned]

Ranch owner Stephen Strange had no intention of hiring on any more hands for the year. But Peter Parker, the boy, - poor and from New York! of all places - is smart and quick and handy in the house.

Stephen doesn't like the way his men stare at Peter and he likes the way Peter stares at him even less.

But when a telegram arrives for Peter from family back in New York, inviting him back home, Stephen finds himself determined to keep Peter on his ranch, where he belongs.

[ohwereusingourmadeupnames]

It Takes Me All the Way

Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Rating: Explicit (E) Notes: This is my fic for my @starkerfestivals summer BINGO “flower shop au” square. The following idea hit me in the head a couple of days ago & I couldn’t let it go until the whole thing was written. Here’s my bingo card  - if you see something on there you might want written, shoot me a message!!! Word Count: 11.5K  Warnings: There’s a tiny bit of smut in here, but it’s me writing, so when is that not the case?

Summary:

'For the next half an hour, Peter learned about flower language and the subtle way to artfully layer flowers so the colors blended meaningfully together. Peter didn’t retain too much about the flowers themselves – they were beautiful and coordinated perfectly, but Tony out shone them all. He was obviously in his element; the simple way the information fell from his mouth spoke of years of study and tons of hands-on knowledge. Not only was the man smart, he had an eye for style and created little living masterpieces without much thought.

By the time Peter worked up the courage to make any sort of move, they were at the register, seconds away from a complete transaction. He was in too deep to let the spark between them go another time. Steeling himself for whatever might come, Peter took a deep breath and leapt. “Hey, before I go – would you like to go out with me sometime?"'

Or: the one where Tony's a florist and Peter kind of digs that.

Read on AO3 here.

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After taking home the third, consecutive NCA Championship title, Peter craved a tame summer. Unlike the rest of his teammates, he had no dreams of furthering his cheerleading career by becoming a coach; while everyone else flocked to the NCA cheer champ coaching positions, Peter tried his hardest to create some distance between himself and the sport.

Of course, that was easier said than done when his very best friend was also a teammate. Since the day MJ pulled him off the gymnastics mat and thrust him not so gently into the world of cheer in seventh grade, Peter never looked back – not to gymnastics or the people he left behind. He didn’t naturally fit in with anyone, but with MJ by his side and an incredible amount of athleticism, high school passed by in a whirlwind of football games, competitions, and a rich education Peter clung to. Being smart was a way out of the conservative little town that would never accept the truth of who Peter truly was.

When Purdue became an option for the both of them, Peter immediately understood moving to Indiana was the next step in life’s adventure. It wasn’t the big city that he always imagined he’d escape to, but Peter couldn’t argue with a full ride academic scholarship and a spot earned on the cheer team. As a male with tumbling experience and a shocking amount of strength for his size, Peter didn’t have to wonder about his spot on the team – he’d been leading teams to competition wins for years. Stepping out of the narrow-minded world of Springfield, Missouri was the only thing that mattered; the ability to do what he wanted without worrying about where the money came from to do it – that was just a delightful bonus.

Despite the challenges of college athletics and a philosophy major, Peter managed to keep his close friendship with MJ. They’d been a stunting pair for ages and their similarities made it easy to not only be around each other but stay tight knit in their connection. Going through so many of the trials of growing up together, Peter didn’t know what life would be like without her. After coming out and receiving nothing but a hug and a shy “me too”, their bond was cemented – made permanent in a way that something shared tied one person to another.

Their undying friendship and ridiculous commitment to each other was how he found himself balls deep in wedding planning, instead of relaxing in the peace and quiet of his one-bedroom apartment, playing video games and reading all the books he didn’t get to crunch out during the busy school year. MJ didn’t even bother asking him to be her ‘man’ of honor – after popping the question to Darcy, she simply sent him a list of things to do and dove right in.

Between bachelorette parties, bridal showers, and the seemingly impossible hunt for the best bridesmaid’s dresses, Peter hadn’t spent more than a couple days of the break on his own. Though he loved the fuck out of MJ and her soon-to-be wife, he couldn’t wait for the wedding to come and go. A little peace and alone time was exactly what he needed.

Finally, after a week of long nights and last-minute errands, the big day was upon them. The beautiful ranch venue radiated with a rich sunshine, basking the place in a lucky sort of golden glow. Since he didn’t have to spend his entire morning trapped in a makeup chair, Peter got to enjoy the beautiful weather firsthand as he contributed to the set up and decorating. Aside from helping MJ get into the admittedly cool pant suit she planned to wear, Peter’s time was his own until an hour before the ceremony.

Grinning at the thought, Peter pulled out one of the reception hall chairs and sat down heavily. He relaxed into the comfortable wood, reaching up to run a hand through his formidable curls. They were sans gel at the moment; his fingers sailed through the silky strands with ease.

Peter wasn’t aware he closed his eyes until a loud clatter had them blinking open in surprise. Swiftly turning towards the noise, Peter stopped in his tracks at the sight in front of him.

A big gray vase was the source of the noise, there was no doubt about that the second Peter spotted it. What completely took his breath away, or maybe who, was the man holding said vase. Peter saw tanned arms that were toned to perfection right off the bat. It was obvious at first glance that the owner of those limbs worked outside with his hands frequently. The lithe muscles and glorious golden skin tone spoke more of manual work than physical exercise. With his eyes travelling up firm forearms and the swell of a built bicep, Peter noticed the man’s hair next. Tamed by a plain white dad hat, an abundance of unruly curls flipped under the edges of the brim and sides. Peter imagined a flowing head of dark brunette hair he could easily slip his fingers into the depths of.

As if the man knew Peter was staring, he turned towards Peter’s table, an intrigued look on his face. A face that, after taking in the rest of the stranger’s glorious beauty, didn’t seem fair. Well-kept facial hair outlined perfect lips pulled into a knowing smirk. Rich, honey-golden eyes were just visible under the brim of the man’s sweat-stained hat. They seemed to pierce Peter right in the chest, like their unblinking nature dug under his skin and saw everything he tried so desperately to hide. The feeling was unnerving yet so exhilarating all the same. Though he felt so very exposed, Peter wanted nothing more than to narrow the space and get to know the handsome stranger.

Luckily, his chance came a couple hours later.

To stop himself from shamelessly flirting, Peter hightailed it out of the reception hall the second he could, using a check up on MJ as a guise for his obvious escape. Most of his friends were exactly where he left them at the start of the morning – it was a marvel that anything got done when they all got together. After braving the makeup talk and putting out a few emotional fires, Peter’s reprieve came in the form of a man of honor errand.

With MJ’s credit card in hand, Peter made his way to the front of the building where the florist was waiting. He’d been so glad to get out of the bridal suite that he didn’t stop to think about the stranger and the beautiful floral arrangement that’d been in his hand or to make the connection between the two. For the second time that day, Peter tripped over himself when the man came into view. Now that an actual need to speak to him was in sight, Peter didn’t know if he could make his mouth work to take the chance.

Recognition was clear on the florist’s face – though they didn’t know one another, it was hard to forget the very long, very obvious stare Peter was caught in. Those utterly kissable lips were upturned, the pinch around the man’s eyes from the grin making him all the more attractive. Rolling his eyes at the thought (like he needed to be any more attractive), Peter tried to school his features and return the smile with one of his own.

“Hi! I’m Peter, MJ’s man of honor. She sent me to square up the bill for the flowers,” Peter said in greeting. As the space between them narrowed down, Peter nervously reached out, his free hand suddenly taking up the space between them.

A surprisingly soft hand slipped into his a moment later – the touch was firm and efficient, only lingering a second longer than usually appropriate. “Nice to meet you, Peter. Please let MJ know that I really enjoyed the challenge of the flower choices. Geraniums are hard to come by this late in the season.”

Pulling away, despite the desperate want to have the man’s hands all over him, Peter nodded in understanding – most of both MJ and Darcy’s choices were high maintenance and unique. The planning of every step along the way had been an absolute bear. “That’s MJ for you,” Peter agreed with a light chuckle. “We’ve been scrambling around the last week or so trying to get all the details right.”

There was a shared moment of silence where the two simply smiled at each other. The florist seemed just as lost as Peter, the joint look of discomfort and wonder more telling than any words ever could be. For Peter, each second that passed was a small gift he gluttonously got to unwrap until the magic was broken.

“It’s her big day, she should have what she wants,” Tony finally replied, the words and a red blush breaking the silence. “I like the unique stuff, anyway – keeps the job interesting.”

Without missing a beat, a paper invoice was thrust in his direction. “I took out the delivery fee from the total since I was in the area already.”

After that, it didn’t take more than a couple of minutes to complete the transaction – the florist worked swiftly, his fingers nimble and knowledgeable in every movement he made as he swiped MJ’s card and handed it quickly back to Peter. The brush of their fingers in the exchange seemed purposeful, though – especially with the smirk and red blush that followed.

Caught up in how brilliant the look was, Peter didn’t realize there was nothing keeping him there until the shuffling of feet brought the reality of the situation back with a vengeance. As much as he wanted to stay and chat, or ask for a number, or even a name, Peter knew the time wasn’t right. He already felt so caught up – actually having access to his preoccupation wouldn’t be good for his focus. It was MJ’s day; he owed it to her to keep his shit together and make every second of it the very best.

Looking up, Peter shot the other man a large grin before lifting a hand, pointing his thumb over his shoulder. “I better get back,” Peter started awkwardly, “but thank you – for helping make MJ’s day so beautiful.”

With a nod, the florist pocketed his phone and took off towards the parking lot. Peter watched him walk away just long enough to catch the glance over work-firm shoulders. Hazel and brown met for a moment before Peter forced himself to walk away – a large part of him wanted to sprint across the black top to stop the gorgeous man from leaving. Something in the pit of his chest was pulsing with life; the feeling was so foreign that Peter pushed it down and quickly ran in the opposite direction, instead.

Peter got back to the bridal suite in a wonky haze – so much so that he didn’t even realize he walked through the door until MJ’s voice broke through his rampaging thoughts. “Did you get everything squared away with Tony?”

Turning towards her, Peter tilted his head, a crease in his brow appearing in his confusion. “Tony?” Peter questioned as he made his way over to the big table in the center of the room to deposit both the invoice and MJ’s credit card.  

“Tony – the florist. I sent you to pay the bill. Please tell me you didn’t get lost along the way.” MJ shot him a knowing look, her hazel eyes blazing with affection. “He was a great help these last couple of months – matching all the colors would’ve been impossible without him.”

His brain halted for a second, the organ doing nothing but processing the fact that his handsome stranger now had a name. Recalling the beautiful face, Peter figured the name Tony fit the man pretty perfectly. With that knowledge, it was quickly becoming obvious that his focus was already shot – Tony with toned arms and a delectably deep voice already took up space there, just waiting to distract Peter at the worst possible time.

Like that moment, where MJ was staring at him with growing concern, waiting for a simple yes or no to her easily answerable question. Peter shot her an embarrassed grin when he got himself back under control. Sheepishly, he reached up to run a hand through his hair. “All is well. He told me to tell you he enjoyed the challenge. Oh, and he nixed the delivery fee – said he was already in the area.” He tried to sound cool as he spoke, to not give his interest away. Yet he knew almost immediately he wasn’t successful – Peter heard his own excitement as the words bounced around in his ears.

“So it’s like that,” MJ said, looking at him much more critically now.

“Like what?” Peter shot back, refusing to look her directly in the eye. She already caught the scent – the second he gave her the satisfaction of seeing the truth in his eyes, Peter would never hear the end of it. Regardless of the very important fact that Peter, despite wanting to more than ever, didn’t even pursue the obvious and very mutual interest.

Instead of pushing, MJ surprisingly let a knowing smile overtake her face.

“I see you Peter Parker.”

Luckily, the hustle and bustle of pre-wedding preparations and nerves that were inescapable, swept the subject right off the table a moment later. Peter happily helped MJ make her finishing touches in preparation for finally meeting her wife at the end of the aisle. Getting so swept up in it all, Peter allowed himself to forget the hazel eyed man for the rest of the evening. MJ and Darcy looked so happy – it was hard to see passed anything other than their beaming smiles and the bright future waiting for them.

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The next few weeks passed by in a flash. Peter finally got some time to himself and reveled in it, taking advantage of every second of solitary freedom he could purge himself on before his final season began. Movies, books, and his favorite video games were the only thing Peter allowed himself to think about (and Tony, so many of his thoughts were about the gorgeous florist). He even went as far as to bar MJ and Darcy from the apartment when they got back from their honeymoon – it was the least they could do after running him ragged with errands and things over the previous few months. The last thing he wanted to deal with was the bombardment of newly wed grossness; it’d been some time since Peter felt the luscious caress of love against his heart and soul – and jealousy just didn’t look good on him.

When his self-imposed isolation came to an end, Peter begrudgingly got back into a suitable routine. Though cheer practice was different without MJ there, Peter easily sunk back into the drills and full body workouts that came after an entire summer off on their own. Hayley, their coach extraordinaire, pushed them hard in the beginning – it was the best way to filter out those who wouldn’t make it when the season really got started and competition prep took over all of their lives.

Once his muscles got used to the severe beating he took on a daily basis, Peter was more than ready for the year to start. Football games and the atmosphere that came with being a Boiler were a lot of fun; and with his decreased workload as a fifth-year senior, Peter planned to enjoy the easy-going nature of spirit and poms and comradery before the teeth came out and everyone’s battle armor settled into place. When competition season started, the team’s overall atmosphere and driving motivations changed.

Of course, just when Peter thought things were going just the way they should, karma came around to prove him wrong. After a long practice the week before the semester started, one of their flyers fell from a stunt, completely unaware of her contact with the ground’s effect until someone on the other side of the mat screamed. The sight, when Peter allowed himself to look, turned his stomach – he’d never seen a dislocated hip in person before and hoped to never do so again.

After the trauma of having the paramedics all over their turf, the team was given a couple of days off to recuperate. Peter and the rest of the squad planned to take advantage of the freedom by visiting Macy, who ended up having to have emergency surgery to save both her leg and her life. Though he knew a bouquet of flowers wouldn’t change the fact that she would never be able to cheer ever again, Peter figured it was a nice touch and planned to have one made before heading to the hospital.

Googling the closest florist, Peter was surprised to find a shop so near to campus. Many of the businesses surrounding Purdue were food joints or bars that were guaranteed to get a lot of steady business during the semester and over the summer. He wondered, just for a moment, how such a random store managed to survive the college population.

It took one look at the place to understand why the shop fit exactly where it was. Instead of the old lady feel he assumed he’d find, Peter stepped in front of a large windowed building with intricate flower arrangements filling the visible shelves. On the far side of the door was a mural of the Purdue P surrounded by all types of flora. The word Stark’s was camouflaged within the swarm of vines and greenery throughout the painting. It was well done and in the perfect, eye-catching spot.

A small bell over the door rang as Peter walked through it – at least one of the cliches in his mind was accurate. Grinning at the thought, Peter let his legs carry him further into the store, his head on a swivel to look at all the beautiful foliage placed strategically from one wall to the other. Though he knew nothing of plants, Peter understood the art of drawing attention – he participated in a sport that perfected it. From the placement to the intrigue, whoever owned the shop knew exactly what to do to draw a person in.

Peter stopped his exploration when a recognizable voice echoed throughout the space – “I’ll be right with you.” Upon hearing the timber and depth that haunted Peter every night since MJ’s wedding, he almost turned around and walked right back out of the store. He wasn’t equipped for the gorgeous man and his distracting smile and eyes and shapely ass.

Before he could make his feet move or even think, Tony and his inarguable gorgeousness walked in through the back door. His hands were covered in dirty gloves, a newly potted plant in the crook of his elbow. A denim apron covered a plain white t-shirt and black jeans that peaked out the bottom. At the sight of him, Peter had to force himself to keep his mouth closed and the pace of his heart under control – much like the last time he enjoyed the view, Peter wanted to bound across the distance and intimately get to know the other man.

Met with a smile when their eyes locked, Peter reminded himself to remain calm and smile back, to actually act like a human person with thoughts and the ability to actually articulate them. He came in here for a reason, walking out of the store with anything but the arrangement he wanted to bring to the hospital was unacceptable.

Tony, upon recognizing him, took the first step towards intelligible conversation.

“Peter, right? It’s nice to see you in here! How’d the wedding go?”

Blushing at the familiarity, Peter dipped his head and took a deep breath, hoping to collect himself enough to actually reply back. “Hi, yes. Peter. It’s nice to see you, too. I was surprised to see a flower shop in the middle of college central, but your place seems to fit in really nicely. No wonder MJ was pulled in,” Peter said in reply, getting the words out all at once to make sure they all saw the light of day. “The wedding was beautiful. Both brides are blissfully happy, and your floral arrangements were the topic of several conversations I had that night. You do good work, Tony.”

Peter’s heart stopped when Tony tilted his head back into a laugh a moment later. How did someone look so sexy doing something so base? No matter what happened, Peter knew he’d never understand such a thing. To cover up his reaction, Peter added his own laugh to the mix – the sounds harmonious in the empty shop.

“Yeah, I’m sure my flowers were a hot topic of conversation, especially with those beautiful women in the room. Thanks for the kind words, though,” Tony mumbled through a laugh. As he spoke, Tony reached up to brush an errant curl from his forehead – without the hat, the hair on Tony’s head looked unruly and all over the place, untamed and absolutely beautiful. The move left the smallest remnant of dirt on his skin, the black flecks of soil like little calling cards with Peter’s name on them. His fingers itched to reach up and brush them away. Tony’s next words shook him of the thought – “What brings you in today?”

“One of my teammates fell and injured herself pretty severely. We, as a team, decided to rub in the fact that she’ll never join us on the mat again by visiting her now that she’s out of the ICU. I figured some pretty flowers might soften the blow,” Peter explained, coloring at the blunt honesty that trickled from his mouth.

Tony looked intrigued, the other man completely unfazed by Peter’s word choice and candid nature. “Must be a dangerous sport if you guys are nursing career ending injuries.” He signaled for Peter to follow him with a swift flick of his hand.

“I’ve seen some pretty intense injuries in my long cheerleading career, for sure. People flying through the air, and all that. I wouldn’t call the sport in general dangerous, per say – I’d say the expectations we have to meet are what’s dangerous. The look, the difficulty of the stunts we make our bodies do – it’s demanding,” Peter remarked, following a couple steps behind Tony as they walked.

“Sounds misogynistic as hell.”

Laughing at the truth of Tony’s statement, Peter nodded enthusiastically. His heart felt warm from the idea of the random stranger in front of him understanding his struggles better than May and Ben ever could. Tony didn’t know him, and yet Peter couldn’t remember ever feeling so seen. “Oh, it is. The beauty standards are unbelievable and if you’re a male in the cheer world, forget it – you’re fodder for mockery and intense judgement. I fit the stereotype and even I can’t catch a break.”

“What’s the stereotype?” Tony asked with a soft tilt of his head and curiousness in his eyes.

They stopped suddenly then – the space between them was narrowed down to a couple of feet with an abundance of plants surrounding them on both sides. If he took a step or two forward, Peter wouldn’t have too much trouble reaching out and touching Tony’s beautifully tanned skin like he so desperately wanted to. It took too much effort to stop himself from doing exactly that. How exhausting.

Without waiting another beat or giving himself another moment to eye kissable lips, Peter uttered the answer with subtle breathlessness – “Gay. Flaming homosexual is usually what people attribute to the men of the cheer world.”

Color travelled up Tony’s cheeks, his lips quirking ever so slightly. He took his time answering, the man obviously thinking through his reply before blurting whatever he had to say into the universe. “Huh. That’s interesting, considering football players don’t go a play without touching each other on the ass.” Tony stopped for a second, making sure to catch Peter’s eye. “Do you like it?”

“I love it,” Peter answered immediately, the words coming out of his mouth without thought. “Its been my life since 7th grade.”

“I guess that’s all that matters, then,” Tony replied softly, a small, familiar smile on his lips. “Now back to your friend – what’s her favorite color?”

For the next half an hour, Peter learned about flower language and the subtle way to artfully layer flowers so the colors blended meaningfully together. Peter didn’t retain too much about the flowers themselves – they were beautiful and coordinated perfectly, but Tony out shone them all. He was obviously in his element; the simple way the information fell from his mouth spoke of years of study and tons of hands-on knowledge. Not only was the man smart, he had an eye for style and created little living masterpieces without much thought.

By the time Peter worked up the courage to make any sort of move, they were at the register, seconds away from a complete transaction. He was in too deep to let the spark between them go another time. Steeling himself for whatever might come, Peter took a deep breath and leapt. “Hey, before I go – would you like to go out with me sometime? I have a chef friend that makes killer steak frites.”

For what it was worth, the look of surprise that crossed over Tony’s face was brief. It made Peter’s breath catch in anticipation – for the first time in their short acquaintance, Peter felt uncertain. The feeling quickly passed, however; Tony’s face split into a beaming smile, the earlier surprise so easily replaced with seemingly genuine happiness.

“Yeah, I’d love to. I close up shop around 6 – are you free tonight?” Tony’s cheeks were stained with a rapidly darkening, gorgeous blush, hazel eyes shining.

Peter couldn’t remember what the next ten minutes entailed, let alone that evening – yet, whatever it was, he’d happily reschedule. There wasn’t a single thing that would stop him from saying yes to whatever Tony suggested. “I am. How about I meet you out front at 6:30? I’ll call Tasha and grab us a table for 7.”

Tony nodded, reaching across the counter towards Peter’s phone. “That sounds good. I’ll give you my number in case something changes. I’ve got a greenhouse out back and tend to forget myself. I sometimes lose track of time.”

Completely taken by every new thing he learned about Tony, Peter opened the phone and pushed it in Tony’s direction without hesitation. He didn’t expect the older man to be so forward – then again, Peter wasn’t all that surprised, either; Tony owned, operated, and supplied a successful business – he had to know what he was doing to some extent.

Watching with a delirious sort of haze, Peter followed as Tony’s fingers enter his number, then hit the green button to call himself. A phone on the back counter buzzed a couple of times before Tony ended the call and slid Peter’s phone back to him. “See you later, Peter. Tell your friend I wish her a speedy recovery.”

Numb hands grabbed the arrangement off the counter – Peter raised it towards Tony in a mock solute. “Until tonight, then.” Peter muttered the words excitedly. “Bye, Tony.”

He forced himself to keep his head down in hopes of actually making it out of the store. Peter wanted to turn around and look goofily at Tony – now that he knew his feelings were reciprocated, there was nothing stopping his desire from slipping out. Since the wedding, Peter forced the thought of strong arms and bright eyes from his head, just to be haunted by Tony’s beauty when he closed his eyes and let sleep take hold. His subconscious wasn’t on board with suppressing his urges – the fact that karma played a role made the rightness he felt even more valid.

Tony wanted him too.

His visit with Macy and the team was an immediate drag to his mood – the mix of emotions of the people surrounding their friend attempting to express sympathy was exhausting. Every person in the room feared Macy’s position in the bed. Some handled the anxiety better than others. The one bright spot of the visit, of course, was Tony’s arrangement. MJ immediately recognized the man’s work and winked at him knowingly. Peter didn’t stop a grin from slipping across his face; in their silent means of communication, the look was answer enough.

MJ corned him in the parking lot everyone dispersed to an appropriate amount of time later. When the room started to get too cloying, Peter made his excuses, prompting everyone to follow suit. There was only so much sad he could take – especially when a potential light in his dark tunnel shone so bright, waiting for him just hours away. They stopped at the trunk of Peter’s car, MJ leaning against the bumper like always. “Peter, spill. I haven’t seen that goofy look on your face since high school. Did something happen with Tony?”

Snorting at MJ’s impeccable awareness, Peter shifted until he could wrap his arm around her. He leaned his head against the side of MJ’s, closing his eyes. “Your florist is the best-looking man I’ve ever laid eyes on. I maturely held myself back at the wedding to be there with you in the moment and those karma points I banked were good to me today. I walked into Stark’s for some flowers for Macy and couldn’t bear to walk out without a chance to see him again.” Peter turned his head until he could press a kiss to her forehead. “We’re going out tonight.”

“I’m happy for you,” MJ said, her thin arms wrapping around him. “When I first met him, I thought you two might like each other. He’s older, a little weird, smart as hell – just your type.”

“I guess there’s a reason why you’re my best friend,” Peter quipped. “Seriously, though. Thank you – you always point me in the right direction. I really like him.”

MJ pulled back just enough to tap her forefinger against Peter’s nose – the move their sign of affection for years now. “Go get your man, Pete.”

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To stop himself from pacing up and down the hall of his apartment, Peter went to the fitness center on campus – a hard workout with the weights was exactly what his body needed. Sweating and listening to a couple of playlists took Peter away from his thoughts of dinner later and into a mindset that let him just exist. It didn’t hurt that the pump in his arms looked amazing by the time he packed up and called it a day.

Timing it perfectly, Peter left himself an hour to get back to his apartment, shower, and decide on an outfit that didn’t shout desperate, but expressed his implicit interest, too. Not living too far from campus made it easy to fret about his clothes after a lengthy shower that took every ounce of Peter’s willpower to not masturbate anxiously. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to face the star of his fantasies head on after beating off to the thought of Tony’s tanned skin and gorgeous smile.

After a few restless passes through every piece in his closet, Peter took a large step back, attempting to clear his head. From what he already learned of the older man, Peter knew Tony looked flawless in anything – his style was basic, but the casual nature in which it was worn made the look stylish, anyway. Tasha’s restaurant wasn’t the fanciest place in the world and the pressing feeling of being comfortable in Tony’s presence made an outfit pop into Peter’s head after a couple of long breaths that helped to calm him down.

Peter slipped into his favorite dark wash jeans, smiling all the while – it seemed silly, the anxiety he danced with less than five minutes ago. He’d felt nothing but ease and excitement around Tony, getting himself prepared for a date with the man wasn’t as life and death as he let himself believe. Stressing over something that felt simple in every other way was a new feeling – Peter carried an abundance of confidence with him everywhere. The change made Peter believe whatever might happen with Tony was different and so much better than any other romantic dalliance he’d ever taken part in.

The outfit was finished with a couple small sprays of his favorite cologne – Peter only broke out the fancy stuff for special occasions. With a tug to his rolled shirt sleeve and the slightest adjustment of his collar, Peter took a deep breath and wandered across the room to stop in front of his mirror. His straight legged jeans were clasped at the waist with a black leather belt that cut Peter’s figure dramatically. Both muscular and trim, Peter went out of his way to make sure each attribute was highlighted appropriately. A white and blue stripped short sleeve button up wrapped around Peter’s firm biceps and tucked neatly into his waistband to highlight the narrowness of his hips.

Aside from the rogue curls Peter couldn’t tame, he felt good about the way he looked – the outfit and the confidence it made him feel would be a hit. Tony seemed to like the upfront and honest way he presented himself, there wasn’t any reason to change that now. Allowing himself one last look, Peter turned away from the mirror and made his last-minute preparations – he pocketed his wallet and keys and grabbed a jacket off the coat hook on his way out of the door.

It took less than five minutes to get to Tony’s shop – without the daily traffic on the road, the drive was easy. Pocketing that fact for another time, Peter climbed out of the car excitedly; for the first time in a while, Peter felt ready to date. Tony presented intrigue and want and a curiosity that Peter hoped to cling to for as long as possible. The simple fact that Peter already felt that way spoke volumes.

A door shutting brought Peter’s attention to the sidewalk in front of him. He expected to find Tony turned around to lock the front door of the shop, yet the older man was closing a door on the side of the building instead. Even more interested now, Peter started to head in that direction.

“I live in a huge loft above the shop,” Tony said with a knowing tone, answering Peter’s unspoken question without any sort of hesitation. “When I first bought the building, a storefront wasn’t what I initially had in mind. After I opened up the shop, it made the most sense.” Tony continued to speak as he closed the distance between them.

A soft pair of lips were pressed lightly against Peter’s cheek before he could think, let alone reply. Peter felt his cheeks and neck light up with a heated flush, his body temperature skyrocketing. Tony’s next words only added to the feeling – “You look amazing, Peter.”

Swallowing his awkwardness, Peter smiled in Tony’s direction, finally taking the man in front of him fully. Tony’s legs were encased in charcoal grey jeans that were rolled twice at the cuff. The edges sat nicely against a pair of black and white vans. The tanned arms Peter hadn’t been able to stop thinking about were on display – Tony’s short sleeve button up was perfectly tight against a trim chest and firm shoulders. Other than the stubble Peter figured Tony always had, the man’s cheeks were smooth – highlighting how gorgeous the florist truly was. It didn’t hurt that their fashion senses were similar, either; Peter wondered for a moment where Tony got the floral shirt currently driving him crazy.

“You’re stunning,” Peter eventually managed to say, his breathy words finally breaking his minutes long silence. “You’ve looked great in every way I’ve seen you – covered in dirt, sweaty and working, dressed to impress – it’s kind of not fair, Tony.” Peter let the truth of what he just said sit transparently on his face. They were passed the point of coyness and subtlety; Peter wanted Tony to know he was wanted, even though they hadn’t known each other long.

His bluntness seemed to do the trick – Tony grinned widely in his direction, avoiding direct eye contact with Peter in obvious hope of getting himself back under control. “Charmer,” Tony muttered, stepping a little closer to Peter to emphasis his point.

After opening the passenger side door like the gentleman he was, Peter settled behind the wheel and onto the main road. Tasha was a former teammate, a senior his freshman year, that escaped to Paris – only to make her way back to Indiana and use the knowledge she gained in one of the cooking capitals of the world. Over the years, Silver became a regular place for Peter and the team to spend their classier nights. The food was amazing, and Tasha’s unique style made the minimalism the restaurant was known for interesting and thought provoking. When he called to make the reservation, Tasha cooed in Peter’s ear while saving his favorite table for 7.

They made easy small talk during the drive over – Peter described the pre-season workouts he’d been trucking through while Tony regaled him with a story of his last customer of the day who tried to steal roses by stuffing them down her shirt. As he listened and absorbed, Peter realized Tony was funny and full to the brim of wit – he laughed freely, the sound so joyful, Peter couldn’t help but join in. They were still chatting as the hostess led them to their table and set large menus before them.

Their drink orders were taken almost immediately – the serving staff was familiar with Peter and must’ve been tipped off before they got there. A bottle of red wine was set on the table before either of them could delve back into their previous conversation. Peter poured them each a glass, then pointed at the menu – “Did anything catch your eye?”

“I thought I’d go with the steak frites. Out of all the dishes on this extensive menu, that one immediately came to your mind. Seems like as good a reason as any to give them a try,” Tony reasoned, lifting the wine to his lips as he spoke. “What about you?”

Peter’s cheeks were already starting to hurt from the giddy smile he couldn’t help – talking and joking and simply being with Tony felt so natural. He didn’t have to think to reply casually to whatever they were talking about. “I get them every time I’m here. When Tasha first opened this place, she’d just lay dishes on the table when we sat down. I stopped being her menu taster when she introduced me to the steak frites. I haven’t had anything else here since,” Peter admitted, his cheeks flaming once again.

“You’re one of those people, huh?” Tony shot back, grinning all the while.

“One of those people?”

Tony grinned a little wider, his eyes shining with affectionate enjoyment. Before he replied, the older man slipped his hand across the table, taking Peter’s fingers lightly. “Yeah, one of those people. Someone that gets the same dish at every Chinese or Italian place they go to, no matter the options.” His thumb trailed over the back of Peter’s hand. “You like what you like.”

Feeling a little called out, Peter ducked his head to stop anymore redness from overtaking his skin – he probably resembled a tomato already. It was crazy – to feel so happy being teased. “Okay, yeah – I’m one of those people. I’ll try that one dish anywhere, though.”

They traded a few barbs back and forth until they ordered, and their dishes were sat down in front of them. Without the threat of interruptions in the near future, Peter felt ready to broach some of the more personal topics – for the first time on a date, Peter genuinely wanted to listen and find out more about the person across from him.

“So, tell me more about yourself – who is Tony Stark when not covered in dirt or up to his elbows in beautiful flowers?” Peter cut into his steak as he spoke, hoping the relaxed way he asked the question would take a little tension off Tony’s obligation to answer. The last thing he wanted to do was make their time together feel like an interrogation.

Tony didn’t seem to mind, though – he looked up with a tilt of his head. “What do you want to know? I’m shockingly not covered in dirt a lot of my time throughout the day.”

“How did your love for flowers start? Did you study horticulture in college?” Peter decided to ask.

Smiling lightly, Tony shifted in his seat, preparing himself for story time. “I studied Botany and Plant Pathology, actually. I have a doctorate in Plant Genetics and Soil and Water Sciences. During my plant genetics studies, I did some time abroad that took me to every continent – seeing the wide range of flora that exists in this world was the first time I ever thought about making plants and flowers a daily part of my life to the extent they are now.” Tony stopped to meaningfully catch Peter’s eyes.

“I used to be a professor at Purdue – when the restrictions of the lab became too much, I ditched the academic world and opened up the shop. I’ve been elbows deep in beautiful flowers ever since.” Tony winked in his direction, repeating his words jokingly back to him. “What about you? You cheer and charm unsuspecting old men, I know that. What else do you get up to?”

“You’re the only unsuspecting older guy I want to be charming, don’t you worry,” Peter reassured Tony with a soft chuckle. “When I’m not sweeping you off your feet, I study Philosophy and play a stupid amount of video games. Cheer and all that comes with it takes up a lot of my time, though. Most of my college life has revolved around football games and competitions.”

“Sweeping me off my feet – jeez, Pete,” Tony mumbled. His cheeks were red and the smile he wore spoke of happiness and enjoyment. “I took a couple of Philosophy classes during my undergrad days. What do you plan to do with an entire degree with it?”

A laugh slipped from Peter’s mouth at Tony’s question – though many people asked him that very same thing, no one presented it quite like Tony did. “You’d be surprised by what you can do with a Philosophy degree,” Peter retorted. “I want to be a bioethicist. My minor is Public Health – when I put my cheer shoes away for good, I hope to get a master’s in Bioethics and finally get into the realm I want to be in.”

Tony tilted his head then, his eyes roaming over Peter curiously. “What made you want to get into that? I’m sure there aren’t a lot of young bucks walking into higher education with their sights set on changing the medical world like that.”

Sucking in a long breath, Peter let the question sit on the air for a moment. He swirled the last of his wine in the glass before drinking it. “My parents were in a car accident a couple of days before my 10th birthday. My dad passed away immediately, but my mom – she hung on for an extra couple of days. There was a lot of internal bleeding that they were worried about. In all that worry, they didn’t wait for scan results or blood work to come back before they attempted a new, exploratory surgery. She didn’t make it back out of the operating room.”

Peter paused for a moment, catching his breath. “I was old enough to know someone fucked up and when I looked into it later, I decided I never wanted to let someone feel like I did in a crisis like that. There’s got to be someone who reviews the evidence and makes the ethically just decision to save someone’s life. Why shouldn’t it be me?”

For a second, Peter thought he went a little bit too far – there was a tense moment of silence that felt heavy after revealing something so personal. Peter bit into his bottom lip, not letting himself look up to see whatever reaction existed on Tony’s face. Then, a soft touch brushed across the back of Peter’s hand, Tony’s calloused fingers wrapping around his own. A brief squeeze had Peter looking up, his breath catching at the awe that met him. “I’m sorry to hear about your parents, Pete. Mine aren’t around anymore, either. It’s kind of cliché to say that you saw the deeper meaning of something so tragic, but it’s true. You’re using your pain to make the world better. That’s good shit,” Tony said, his voice hinting at a note of finality – like nothing would change his mind of the thought.

His certainty made Peter feel light, the weight of his emotional burden finally lifting from him after so many years. What a difference it made, to be so easily understood.  

That light and airy feeling followed Peter throughout the rest of the evening – he smiled widely as Tony talked about his greenhouse while they shared a small chocolate tart between them. For all that his physical attraction was worth, Peter was genuinely surprised to realize that he felt a personal connection to the florist, too. They led different lives but shared enough similarities to make the time spent together more than worth it. Peter liked Tony and from the looks and subtle touches Tony bestowed upon him all evening, Peter figured Tony might like him, too.

Tony proved that thought to be true when they pulled up in front of his place – “Do you want to come up? I had a really nice time tonight and don’t want it to end.” Tony’s words were said through a saucy smile, his intention more than clear in the look in his eyes.

Peter didn’t hesitate to give his answer – leaning forward, he gripped the side of Tony’s cheeks, using his hold as leverage to pull Tony a little closer. They met in the middle, their lips pressing together softly.

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Things progressed pretty quickly from there. Tony led Peter up a small flight of stairs into an open room. As expected, plants and flowers were scattered around the place, covering all of the flat surfaces with adequate enough sunlight. A comfortable looking couch and kitchen table took up one corner of the room while a large, king-sized bed took up the rest of the free space of the room. There wasn’t much clutter and all of the things that Tony had, he more than likely used. It was simple and perfect, much like the person who resided there.

Tony didn’t let Peter take in the room for too long – before he could walk around and snoop, Tony’s arms were around Peter’s hips, pulling him close. Peter eagerly met Tony in the middle, their lips sealing together in the delicious slide of tongue and teeth and wet, panted breath. As the kisses deepened and their bodies moved closer to each other, Peter started to impatiently thumb at Tony’s buttons, his palms and fingers running over every inch of bare skin he revealed to the cold air. Tony followed suit; his movements much more impatient than Peter’s were. By the time they made it over to the bed, Tony was pulling down Peter’s pants and boxer briefs. He gladly joined Tony in nakedness before climbing onto the inviting mattress.

“Holy shit, this is comfortable,” Peter babbled absentmindedly, his limbs stretching as far as they could go.

“It’s the one thing I refuse to compromise on. I want to be comfortable when I partake in all the activities a bed is good for,” Tony replied as he climbed onto the bed and fit himself between Peter’s legs. “You’ll be even more impressed in the morning,”

For a while after that, there weren’t any words exchanged. Peter kept his mouth busy by pressing kisses into Tony’s neck and upper chest – Tony’s cologne was prominent, pulling Peter in the more he breathed the delicious smell in. Tony let Peter riddle his skin with marks and spit while he ran his hands all over Peter’s skin. Their hips were lined up and with every thrust Peter made up, Tony rolled his hips down until their cocks brushed delightfully. They were both so caught up in each other that nothing but touching and experiencing actually mattered.

It’d been so long for Peter that he found himself coming to a breathless crescendo fast. After a few minutes of passively letting Peter kiss him, Tony took control of things – his hips set the tempo and his hands and lips laid down the distraction. So overwhelmed from it all, Peter wasn’t aware of how close he was until his orgasm slammed into him out of nowhere. “Oh fuck, Tony! I’m – I’m going to come,” Peter panted out, his body thrumming with life and want and a desire he couldn’t hold back.

“Oh, Tony!” Peter practically screamed a moment later – Tony dirtily rolled his hips to toss him deliciously over the edge.

Panted breath filled the room as Peter rode the high of his orgasm. Tony placed tiny, teasing kisses against any part of Peter’s skin he could reach. Reaching down, Peter gripped the sides of Tony’s face until they were looking at each other – Tony met his eyes with a self-satisfied smirk. “How good is your turnaround time?”

Laughing, Peter leaned forward to give Tony a kiss. His cock was already starting to fill out again – having Tony so close set his body on fire. “Ten minutes at the max,” Peter mumbled after a moment of cataloging his heavy limbs and the desire that was rampaging through them.

“Good. Then you’ll have plenty of time to prep me before you fuck me.”

Lost in the words for a moment, Peter was immobile until Tony tapped his side with a cold lube bottle to get his attention. “You want me to fuck you?” Peter dumbly asked, his mind still trying to catch up.

“Yeah, Pete. I want to feel you inside of me. Your body is trim and fit – I can only imagine how good you’re going to fuck me,” Tony admitted without shame. He moved out of the splay of Peter’s thighs, climbing to his hands and knees, instead.

Not wanting to lose his chance, Peter launched himself into action. He ran his hands over the planes of Tony’s sides and back, tracing the small scars and tiny moles scattered across pale skin. His fingers were eager to categorize and map, but his impatience was too great. Tony pressed back into him, as if he too was starting to feel anxious for what was coming next.

Uncapping the lube, Peter drizzled a good amount onto two of his fingers, pausing just long enough to warm the slick to body temperature. When he felt ready, Peter pressed the tips of both his fingers to Tony’s eagerly waiting hole, tracing and circling the muscle to spread the lube and relax the man he was touching. Little by little, his first finger slipped in without much resistance. Tony bared down against him and let the digit slip all the way in until the webbing of Peter’s finger stopped him.

Now that the warm heat was wrapped around him, Peter wanted to take his time, letting Tony get used to the feeling while he explored and reached. Tony’s entire body jolted forward when Peter finally found that delicate nub.

“Shit – do that again!” Tony shouted; his voice laced with a breathy moan.

Unable to do anything but give into what they both wanted, Peter continued his ministrations, teasing Tony with one, two, and then three fingers. He scissored and pressed against the edge of Tony’s rim, loosening the muscle as he went. When he pressed inside, Peter caressed Tony’s insides, just barely pressing against his prostate until Tony was humping back with exaggerated impatience.

“I’m good, Pete. I’m good. Please, I want you,” Tony pleaded as he reached back and felt around for whatever lenght of Peter’s skin he could reach.

Completely hard once again, Peter was more than ready to feel Tony wrapped around him – after an easy orgasm already, Peter knew he’d be able to make their coupling worth it. Opening the tube of lube again, Peter drizzled more of it directly onto the length of his cock, and then a bit more around Tony’s rim. He stroked himself a couple of times, then shifted until the head of his cock could drag through the lube coating Tony’s skin.

He teased them both for a moment, tracing Tony’s rim with the wet head of his cock to ramp up that initial moment of anticipation. Peter kept up his antics until his own body couldn’t take it any longer – every part of him craved the warm embrace of Tony’s hole. With that thought in mind, Peter used one of his hands to grip Tony’s hip, using his hold to pull the other man back against him as he thrust forward. Breaching the muscle felt like coming home – he threw his head back with a rough groan; maybe he wouldn’t last as long as he initially thought.

“Tony, Tony, Tony – you feel fucking amazing,” Peter panted through clenched teeth, his body fighting hard against the need to thrust forward and take, take, take.

Tony reached back to grab at Peter’s hand on his hip to tangle their fingers together, instead. They shared a few breaths while Tony got used to the stretch of Peter within him, the mere connection between them radiating a different sort of heat while they waited.

Finally, Peter felt Tony relax around him enough for his hips to draw back and press forward without much effort. He kept his thrusts slow to start; his cock was throbbing from the realization that it was Tony below him – picking up the pace was a sure-fire way to end things a lot quicker than either of them wanted. When Tony started to thrust back against him, however, Peter lost more and more of his control. His hips snapped forward, their skin slapping together to make a loud sound that echoed around the room. With every thrust in, Tony moved with him – the tip of Peter’s cock was poised to press perfectly against Tony’s prostate every time.

Between the sounds dripping from Tony’s mouth and the delightful squeeze around his length, Peter was a few thrusts away from slipping over the edge once more. He tried to shift so he could wrap his fingers around Tony’s cock to get him there too, but he was met with a long stare over Tony’s shoulder – dark hazel eyes were on fire, pushing him to thrust harder and forget everything else. Tony’s body was taut, obviously strung out and seconds away from breaking apart. Finally understanding, Peter straightened out his chest, gripped Tony’s hips in both hands, and let himself go.

In the end, it was hard to decide who tumbled over the edge first. Tony shouted Peter’s name and tightened impossibly tight around him. The extra stimulus was the perfect thing to bring the heat in Peter’s belly to an overflowing boiling point. He tucked his head into the sweaty length of Tony’s neck and groaned, Tony’s name and fuck and unintelligible noises added to the symphony their joining created around the room.

Managing to just barely turn Tony as his body collapsed, Peter hit the mattress hard – his cock slipped out of the blissful heat, dragging a long groan from the depth of Peter’s chest. Being inside of Tony already felt like home; both his body and his heart were convinced. Wrapping his arm around Tony’s hip to compensate, Peter snuggled into the man’s sweaty back, keeping their bodies close.

“I – Tony. That was…” Peter started to mutter, his brain still not back online like the rest of him. Tony looked over his shoulder, affection and appreciation alive in the hazel of his eyes. They shared a heated stare as Tony pulled Peter’s hand more firmly across his chest – they didn’t need words in that moment, merely touching and existing in the same orbit was more than enough.

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After that first passionate night, Peter spent almost all of his free time with Tony. With the shop being so close to campus, it was easy to lean on Tony’s close proximity and the joyful happiness Peter felt whenever they were together. The natural way their lives just sort of combined with each other proved how right they were for each other. Where others were wrapped up in the time Peter spent away from them, Tony enjoyed the fact that they led separate lives. Peter got to keep cheerleading and Tony at the same time without the two battling against each other. He didn’t know it before Tony came into his life, but that level of acceptance was everything Peter needed from another person to both excel and feel happiness.

Before Peter knew it, four months were behind them – though it hadn’t been that long, most of Peter’s things took up space in Tony’s apartment and every thought Peter had revolved around the life he was trying to create with the older man. He even took the time to learn more about Tony’s body of work – they spent many of their afternoons together in the backyard with Tony working the greenhouse while Peter practiced tumbling or simply watched his boyfriend in his element. Peter couldn’t recall another person making him feel so dumbfounded playing in the dirt the way Tony did – it wouldn’t matter what the man did, either; Peter would find something to be amazed about.

It was Tony that drew him in; his personality, thoughts, and the eager way he gave back to Peter spoke to a part of himself that he never knew existed.

Which was how he found himself nervously awaiting Tony’s arrival at the Purdue football stadium – aside from MJ and Darcy, Tony’s appearance at the football game would be the first time any of his friends met the older man. The fall, much like Peter, was a busy time of the year for Tony. Between weddings, showers, and parties, Tony’s weekends were filled to the brim. The homecoming game was the first game that the home schedule actually lined up with Tony’s off day. He couldn’t wait for Tony to watch him do the thing he loved in the uniform he felt proud to wear. Selfishly, he wanted to see that same sort of pride radiating from the person he’d fallen in love with.

The forty minutes they were trapped in the locker room before the game started felt like torture – his phone vibrated against his thigh a couple of minutes after they headed in from warm-ups. Tony was navigating the stadium’s security to get to the sideline spot Peter secured for him. When they walked back onto the field, Tony would be there eagerly waiting for him.

Finally, the performance lights flickered, and they were ushered to their usual entrance. The large black and gold flag he carried in his hands was lighter than usual – his excitement pumped through him, the dopamine of happiness causing a rush of energy. As the announcer pumped up the crowd, Peter caught the eyes of his teammates around him, sharing the hype he felt.

Running across the thick white lines never felt better – by the time he crossed center field, Peter caught sight of Tony in the corner. His boyfriend was clapping loudly, the honey-hazel of his eyes glued to Peter’s every move. The familiar feeling that Tony’s love created in him spread through Peter’s chest, showing itself off as a giant, beaming smile.

They didn’t get much of a chance to talk throughout the first half of the game – Peter’s stunt group was responsible for the spirit stuff for the first and second quarter. Instead, Peter sent Tony messages with his eyes, showing off his skills and tumbling talents whenever he could. It was almost better that way – Tony got to experience Peter in his element without any pressure to respond. The crowd going wild around them only added to the experience. For once, Peter got to put on the show.

When Peter got to wander off after the half-time performance, he was wrapped up in a bear-hug the second Tony could get his arms around him. Peter was covered in sweat and glitter and the annoying little turf beads that always stuck to his skin, but Tony didn’t seem to care. The older man picked him up, spinning him around excitedly. “Pete, you’re so talented. I about shit my pants when you back flipped for so long down the field, but damn – the skill you possess,” Tony gushed, tucking his face into Peter’s neck to calm himself down.

Not wanting to lose the upbeat energy, Peter cupped Tony’s cheeks in both of his hands. Tony leaned into the touch, tilting his head back to look at him. “I’m so happy you’re here,” Peter started, leaning forward to steal a quick kiss. “I’ve been on point all day because of you. I can feel you watching me – I want to be good for you.” The last words were whispered in his ear, the impact of them hitting Peter hard across his lower back as Tony wrapped him up and pulled him close.

“You’re the only thing I see,” Tony mumbled back, his tone all the sudden low and gravelly.

After leaning in to give Tony a heated kiss, Peter forced himself to pull back – he stepped out of Tony’s embrace completely. If he stayed there any longer, he wouldn’t make it back to the locker room at all. Smirking in Tony’s direction, Peter thrust his thumb over his shoulder. “I’ve got to go, or I’ll never leave. See you after?”

“I’ll meet you out front,” Tony said with a nod, his anxious hands reaching out to squeeze Peter’s hand once more. “Keep kicking ass, Pete.”

His role during the third and fourth quarter was a lot more passive than the first half of the game. Since the Boilers were up more than two touchdowns, a lot of the crowd left after the first few minutes of the third quarter – that meant the younger stunters and less experienced tumblers got to have some time on the field. To stop himself from straying over towards Tony, Peter put all of his effort into helping his littles. It didn’t work nearly as well as he figured it might, but he got through the rest of the game with minimal distraction.

Hayley’s speech was inspirational and moving like usual – they were done with football home games for the season and their success was obvious and highlighted in her moving words. The next couple of months of the season were the calm before the storm and they were all looking forward to the small break basketball games posed for them. Competition season started after the holidays and no rest would be spared. Though he always appreciated her words, Peter wished for them to quickly come to an end.

Before he even finished the thought, Hayley was circling them up, calling out the cheer that they all echoed back. As he shifted to move out of the circle, a firm grip stopped him. “I believe this is for you,” Hayley said, handing over a classic red rose.

“Hayley, who’s this from?” Peter asked, trying his best to tamper down the hope that maybe Tony was the stupidly romantic culprit.

With a knowing smile, Hayley shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, “He said you’d know.”

Pulling the rose to his chest, Peter ducked his nose to sniff at the crisp petals. It was de-thorned and freshly cut – Tony’s markers were all over the beautiful gesture. His cheeks were already sore from all the beaming he’d been doing all night, the face splitting smile only made it worse. Despite that, Peter wore it throughout his post-game routine and out the door where he ran directly into MJ.

“MJ! What are you doing here?” Peter threw his arms around her then, careful not to crush the flower still in his hand.

Thin arms returned the hug – MJ brought him tightly to her chest with a hard squeeze. It’d been a few weeks since they’d seen each other. Seeing her standing there, Peter realized it’d been too long.

“I couldn’t miss homecoming. I am an alumna after all,” MJ replied, her wide eyes never leaving him. Watching her closely, Peter felt a gasp leave his lips when she brought another classic red rose up, running the flower under her nose. “This needed delivering, too.”

Peter gripped the rose lightly, tucking it against the other one in his hand. Each of the petals were perfect and from the small lessons he got from Tony whenever they handled the clipped flowers, Peter knew what the giving of classic red roses meant. It only seemed right that Tony clued him in that way.

“Don’t fuck this up, Peter. I really like him, too,” MJ remarked as she moved in to press a soft kiss on his cheek. He kept her close for a moment, simply soaking in her presence. “He’s waiting for you out front. Go get your man, Pete.”

A soft laugh left his lips, MJ said that to him when she first learned about his date with Tony. It wasn’t lost on him how full circle everything felt. The rightness of being with Tony existed in every aspect of his life – each little sign made the delirious heat in his chest burn that much brighter.

Giving MJ one more squeeze, Peter broke away to quickly make his way towards the front of the stadium where Tony was waiting for him. He wasn’t sure what he did to deserve such a sweet display of affection – Tony knew Peter appreciated the simple day to day life they were slowly creating with each other. At the same time, Peter’s heart was hammering in his chest at the thought that Tony deemed him worthy of such a gesture.

Peter found Tony leaning up against one of the large pillars just outside the exit doors. In the darkness, the honey color of his eye shone like melted pools of gold. Narrowing the distance between them became the only thing on Peter’s mind, he picked up his pace and practically threw himself in Tony’s arms.

The sigh along the length his neck made Peter tuck in a little tighter against Tony, his heart pounding with affection. He pulled back before the roses in his hand could get squished in the intensity of their embrace. Peter brought the flowers to his nose, keeping Tony’s eye as he did. “They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” Peter sing-songed, grinning at the flush that spread over Tony’s cheeks with every word.

Tony nodded at him, tilting his head with a mischievous look of his own. “It looks like you’re missing one, though,” Tony remarked. The long stem in his hand was darker than the others, symbolizing love yet to be realized. Their fingers brushed as Peter took it, his brow quirked in intrigue.

“I love you, Pete. I’ve known since you walked through the door of my shop that you were special. Every second with you has made my life just a little bit better. I know it hasn’t been that long, but I’m mad about you. Over the fucking moon.” Tony walked into his space then, his hands cupping Peter’s cheeks.

Surging forward, Peter caught Tony’s lips in a passionate kiss, their noses bumping in the process. They sipped from each other’s mouths until the need to breath became pressing. Instead of pulling away, Peter leaned his forehead against Tony’s, closing his eyes to revel in the contentment that wrapped around them both. After a couple of shared breaths, Peter blinked to catch Tony’s eye. “I love you too, Tony,” Peter whispered back.

With a wide grin, Tony leaned in again, mumbling “I know” against Peter’s lips.

[the-real-tc]

Heartland Ep. 1410: Staying the Course (Review)

Some words about the Season 14 finale of Heartland.

HONESTY! That’s all I’ve ever asked of these characters, so thanks to episode writer Heather Conkie for giving me the satisfaction. 

And boy, did we get it. Lou and Mitch. Finally they say what needed to be said. Why, yes, Mitch really does want kids of his own. (The way he looks at little Carson Odell is one clue Lou picks up on he might not actually be okay with no kids of his own.) Thanks for finally dropping that pushover “I want whatever you want, darling” garbage, Mitch. That’s not honest. And even if you risk “rocking the boat” by saying it, much better to say so right now before you get married and find it’s a real wedge later on between you and your wife.

Lou stands her ground and says she’s through with having more kids and wants to focus on her career. Honesty!! Lou also drops another truth-bomb only-child Mitch needs to hear: that void inside you can only be filled by you—not some other relationship or kids or whatever. It crushed Mitch to hear from Lou that they needed to take a break, but the way these two were going, he needed to hear that.

Peter. Oh, boy... That man looks rough. I’m actually worried about him. He looked like a man who might do something drastic in the face of his ex’s upcoming marriage, as in he might harm himself, or be considering it. But again, he was honest at last in coming clean about how he’s not cool with Lou getting married to someone else, and how he still has feelings for her. Wow. I mean, we knew he was still carrying the torch, anyway, and yet it seemed he was okay to let her go and “be happy” with someone else. Now, the truth comes out. Even if Lou doesn’t “take him back”, at least he got that out of his system. 

Jessica and Tim. I’m so happy Jessica came back to tell Tim she had feelings for him and that she was just running scared. How falling for someone wasn’t part of her “plan”. And Tim totally gets it. He’s glad to let her go off and travel and take her photos all she wants; no expectations, really, but he’d sure prefer if she came back to him. But—total brainwave from Jessica—what if he travels with her?  Tim’s sold on the idea, even joking she’ll get sick of him like everyone eventually does. 

Honesty.

Whatever happens with these characters in a hypothetical future Season 15, I’m utterly relieved those things got said that needed saying.

The rest of the episode was pretty predictable, but enjoyable nevertheless. I loved how Parker totally stepped up with her “activism” and advocated for Cooper’s outfit after both the grant money and donor fell through.

The kid has a whole display at Georgie’s showjumping competition, handing out pamphlets and passionately singing the praises of Cooper’s vision to help troubled kids through horse therapy. People listen with interest, until a chagrined Amy shows up and quietly tells her she can’t be doing this (probably because she thinks it’s already a lost cause and no good can come of it.) 

But Amy has a rare foot-in-mouth moment when she is recognized by one interested listener as Amy the “Miracle Girl”. The woman did not know Amy was involved with Cooper’s plans, and Parker shows off a video she had shot of Amy doing a join-up with one of the wildies at Cooper’s ranch. So Amy goes on about how sad it is that Cooper’s donor dropped him after the grant fell through—blithely unaware she was talking to that very donor. Oops! 

Georgie, of course, crushes it at the competition, leading her to be approached by a representative from Equestrian Canada. They’ve had their eye on her for a long time, and he gives her his card. Quinn and Georgie happily celebrate, because they know this means they’re one step closer to the Olympics. 

For what must have been an insanely challenging season to plan, write, direct, perform, etc., for so many reasons, I give a standing ovation to the entire cast and crew of Heartland. Season 14 has been one of the very best in a long time, and I have enjoyed almost every minute of it. I am encouraged this has been billed as the “season” finale and not the “series” finale, meaning there’s a very good chance we will see our beloved show return for a 15th season. 

Take a bow, everyone. You all deserve it.

[dal3ks]

jealousy

pairing: peter parker x female reader 

word count: 1.8k

warnings: a little bit of angst, cursing, slight dom aspects, smuuttt, both characters are of age! 

a/n: this was a fic i had posted on my main account @a-dorin​, but i am in the process of switching over content so that it is a strictly star wars account! just a disclaimer, i am not plagiarizing or stealing content, as this is my fic!

“(y/n), you will be paired with conan for the lab today. i’m sorry that m.j. is not here today. i’m not quite sure where she’s at,” your chemistry teacher stated, glancing at you.

“it’s fine,” you shrugged, your eyes locked on the paper in front of you.

however, it was not entirely fine. conan, the guy your teacher paired you up with, was your old crush. well, not entirely old. you guys talked at the beginning of the semester, when junior year started, and things went well until conan found another girl, emma. he didn’t tell you about her, either. you found out the hard way, noticing how he nudged his way into her social media posts. it was typical boy behavior, but it hurt your feelings nonetheless.

conan slid into the seat next to you, running a hand through his dark hair. he still was extremely attractive in your eyes. he was a lacrosse player, so he was extremely built. he was tall, with latino roots. his olive complexion paired with his green eyes killed you. his shoulder muscles rippled through the dri-fit shirt he was wearing today.

“hey,” conan’s tone was cool, “you ready for this awesome lab today?”

your eyes met his, “it’s probably not as cool as emma.���

“ouch,” conan muttered, “her and i, we didn’t work out, by the way. she found another guy, i guess.”

“oh,” your tone dripped with fake sympathy, “did you find out the way i did?”

“uh no,” you could tell he was uncomfortable, “actually, i pulled up to her house, and there was another car there.”

“i’m sorry,” you felt a flash of real sympathy. although conan was a dick to you, his situation still sucked.

“well,” you drew in a breath, “let’s get started.”

you and conan began the lab, and you began to warm up to him as time went on. by the end of the lab, he had you giggling and flirting back with him. what you didn’t notice, was your best friend, peter parker, glaring over at conan.

“so,” conan began, “you think you could unblock me on snap? i’d love to catch up sometime.”

heat rushed into your cheeks, “like a date?”

conan nodded, “yeah, like a date. i wanna start over with you, if that’s okay. i know i can’t make up for my past actions, but i would at least like to try to resolve things.”

“um,” you stammered, “i just might take up your offer. i’ll talk to you later. i gotta go to lunch.”

you got up from your chair, searching for ned and peter. you guys all sat together at lunch everyday, as you all were a tight knit group. you found them, and trailed behind them slightly. once you guys were all at your table, you could sense the tension. especially from peter. something was up, as both of them were silent.

“is everything okay?” you cleared your throat.

“is flirting with conan okay?” ned’s tone was laced with sass.

“come on,” you huffed, “we were paired together for a lab, that’s all.”

“he broke your heart,” ned scoffed, “we do not go back to toxic boys. i thought we went over this like a million times. i don’t want to hear it young lady.”

“i heard him ask to unblock you,” peter’s voice was eerily quiet, “are you gonna do it?”

“probably,” you were beginning to grow frustrated with the boys. couldn’t they just let the past go?

“wow,” peter muttered, shoving a carrot into some ranch.

“what is the big deal?” you raised a brow, “it’s just as friends.”

“that’s not what his eyes said,” ned rolled his eyes, “c’mon, you can stay the night tonight with peter and i at his place. we’ll supervise you to make sure you don’t add that toxic ass dude back. we just don’t want your feelings to get hurt again, that’s all. conan hurt you really bad last time. we’d just hate to see that happen to you because we’re your best friends. i hope you know where we’re coming from.”

you sighed, realizing that ned was right. typically, people never changed their behavior, but conan seemed sincere. maybe you would unblock him, but not initiate any conversation, “okay, i’ll come over tonight. is there anything you want me to bring?”

ned shook his head, “nah, everything is on me. we’ll just order a pizza or two and watch movies all night.”

******

you entered peter’s apartment, blanket in one hand, snacks in the other. although ned told you not to bring anything, you still felt bad for pissing off the boys. you figured some of their favorite snacks would help clear the air.

it was about midnight when you arrived at the apartment. you had to cover a shift at work, then buy the snacks at a convenient store. so, you were a little later than expected. ned was already knocked out on the couch, but peter was still awake and alert, watching whatever was on the t.v. an empty pizza box was on the coffee table, but you figured there were some leftovers in the fridge.

“hey,” your voice was quiet, as you were careful to not disturb ned, “sorry i’m late.”

“it’s okay,” peter’s eyes brightened when he saw you, “i was getting a little worried.”

“i’m okay,” you giggled, “i didn’t know spider-man got worried.”

peter hopped up from the couch, “hey, can we talk?”

you set your snacks down on the coffee table, slightly alarmed, “um, yeah.”

“we can talk in my room,” peter motioned his head towards his room.

you followed him to his room in the dark, holding onto his shirt. you felt anxiety bundling up in your nerves. what was there to talk about? you thought everything about conan was discussed at lunch. once you were in his room, peter turned on a lamp, illuminating the room with a dim light.

you felt peter’s lip meet yours, kissing you eagerly. he pulled back, “i’m sorry, i probably just fucked everything up between us.”

you shook your head, “i guess i’m just a little shocked.”

the truth was that you were in love with peter. even though you were best friends for years, you had been in love with him since your freshman year. conan was an attempt to move on, as you believed that peter liked m.j. you figured that wasn’t the case anymore.

“is it?” peter’s voice was soft, “i’ve had feelings for you for a very long time. i thought it was obvious.”

“is that why you were jealous when conan was flirting with me today?” you inquired.

“maybe a lot,” he murmured, “i just want to have you to myself. i don’t like sharing.”

you blushed at his words and how smooth they sounded, “well i’m not yours yet.”

“you can be,” peter’s lips brushed against yours.

“make me then,” you stated, surprised at your bold words.

peter began to kiss you hungrily, his fingertips brushing the small of your back. as the kissing became more intense, his hands dipped under the fabric of your hoodie, his hands trailing up and down your back. gently, he lead you to his bed, where you laid down. he got on top of you, careful not to hit his head on the frame of his bunk bed.

“be careful,” you giggled.

“it just forces me to be closer to you,” he smirked.

he kissed down your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses. your fingers laced into his curls, tugging slightly as he began to suck on your collarbone.

“please don’t leave a hickey,” you warned. if your parents saw you come home with it, you’d be dead.

“too late,” he chuckled, “can i take your hoodie off?”

you nodded, and his hands carefully unzipped the hoodie, taking it off of you. his eyes immediately met with your chest, and a hand squeezed one while his mouth met with the other. a moan escaped from your mouth, and his hand covered your mouth.

“we can’t wake up ned, princess,” he ordered, his command in a hushed tone, “just relax and let me make you feel good.”

you felt yourself almost come undone over his words. it was your first time someone made you feel this way. surely this wasn’t peter’s first time with a girl. he was just so confident with everything.

“is this your first time with a guy?” peter’s voice interrupted your thoughts.

you nodded, slightly embarrassed, “yeah.”

he tilted your chin, so that your eyes met his, “don’t be embarrassed. just relax, and let me do all of the work, princess. whenever you want me to stop, tell me. i’ll tell you what to do. and don’t worry about ned, he’s out for a long time. we won’t get caught.”

“okay,” you responded, eager for peter’s next move.

his fingertips traced the waistband of your leggings, “can i take these off?”

“yes,” you answered, sitting up slightly so that he could easily take them off.

his hands trailed down your legs, his eyes hungrily taking everything in, “god, you’re so beautiful.”

gently, his lips brushed against your thighs, and you suppressed a moan. a hand slipped into your thong, his thumb pressing against your clit. once he felt how wet you were, his face reddened slightly. peter began to suck on a breast, his thumb remaining on your clit. his eyes met yours, and you knew you were going to cum soon.

his tongue trailed over your nipple, and he slowly inserted fingers inside of you, “is this okay?”

“yes,” you moaned, “god it feels so good.”

“i told you i want to make you feel good, princess,” he murmured, kissing you gently, “are you going to cum for me soon?”

his fingers picked up their pace, pumping inside and out of you, while his thumb remained on your clit, the pressure intensifying. his mouth left sloppy kisses all over your breasts, his teeth slightly tugging on your nipples.

“peter,” you groaned, “i’m gonna-”

“then do it princess,” he commanded, “cum for me.”

you pressed your lips against his as you came, your thighs trembling. his fingers slowed, and he pulled them out of your thong. you felt embarrassed as your realized how wet everything was now. it was all over his hand, your thong, and on the sheets.

“don’t worry about it,” peter’s tone was gentle, “i loved it. i’ll grab some new sheets, and grab your bag from the den.”

“can we cuddle after we’re done cleaning up?” you figured it was close to one now, and you were exhausted.

“of course,” peter gave you a quick kiss.

he came back moments later with your bag. you got dressed while he changed the sheets. once he was done, he scooped you in his arms, bringing you close to his body.

“i love you,” he pressed his lips on your forehead.

“i love you too,” you kissed him, “and i mean it.”

“good,” peter beamed, “conan is in for a surprise then, huh?”

[a-dorin]

jealousy - peter parker

word count: 1,849

warning: this smut will contain a slight daddy/dom aspect. both characters are of age

also, i suggest listening to no idea by don toliver or got me by roy woods while reading this!

“(y/n), you will be paired with conan for the lab today. i’m sorry that m.j. is not here today. i’m not quite sure where she’s at,” your chemistry teacher stated, glancing at you. 

“it’s fine,” you shrugged, your eyes locked on the paper in front of you. 

however, it was not entirely fine. conan, the guy your teacher paired you up with, was your old crush. well, not entirely old. you guys talked at the beginning of the semester, when junior year started, and things went well until conan found another girl, emma. he didn’t tell you about her, either. you found out the hard way, noticing how he nudged his way into her social media posts. it was typical boy behavior, but it hurt your feelings nonetheless. 

conan slid into the seat next to you, running a hand through his dark hair. he still was extremely attractive in your eyes. he was a lacrosse player, so he was extremely built. he was tall, with latino roots. his olive complexion paired with his green eyes killed you. his shoulder muscles rippled through the dri-fit shirt he was wearing today. 

“hey,” conan’s tone was cool, “you ready for this awesome lab today?”

your eyes met his, “it’s probably not as cool as emma.” 

“ouch,” conan muttered, “her and i, we didn’t work out, by the way. she found another guy, i guess.” 

“oh,” your tone dripped with fake sympathy, “did you find out the way i did?” 

“uh no,” you could tell he was uncomfortable, “actually, i pulled up to her house, and there was another car there.” 

“i’m sorry,” you felt a flash of real sympathy. although conan was a dick to you, his situation still sucked. 

“well,” you drew in a breath, “let’s get started.” 

you and conan began the lab, and you began to warm up to him as time went on. by the end of the lab, he had you giggling and flirting back with him. what you didn’t notice, was your best friend, peter parker, glaring over at conan. 

“so,” conan began, “you think you could unblock me on snap? i’d love to catch up sometime.”

heat rushed into your cheeks, “like a date?” 

conan nodded, “yeah, like a date. i wanna start over with you, if that’s okay. i know i can’t make up for my past actions, but i would at least like to try to resolve things.”

“um,” you stammered, “i just might take up your offer. i’ll talk to you later. i gotta go to lunch.”

you got up from your chair, searching for ned and peter. you guys all sat together at lunch everyday, as you all were a tight knit group. you found them, and trailed behind them slightly. once you guys were all at your table, you could sense the tension. especially from peter. something was up, as both of them were silent. 

“is everything okay?” you cleared your throat.

“is flirting with conan okay?” ned’s tone was laced with sass.

“come on,” you huffed, “we were paired together for a lab, that’s all.”

“he broke your heart,” ned scoffed, “we do not go back to toxic boys. i thought we went over this like a million times. i don’t want to hear it young lady.”

“i heard him ask to unblock you,” peter’s voice was eerily quiet, “are you gonna do it?” 

“probably,” you were beginning to grow frustrated with the boys. couldn’t they just let the past go?

“wow,” peter muttered, shoving a carrot into some ranch. 

“what is the big deal?” you raised a brow, “it’s just as friends.”

“that’s not what his eyes said,” ned rolled his eyes, “c’mon, you can stay the night tonight with peter and i at his place. we’ll supervise you to make sure you don’t add that toxic ass dude back. we just don’t want your feelings to get hurt again, that’s all. conan hurt you really bad last time. we’d just hate to see that happen to you because we’re your best friends. i hope you know where we’re coming from.”

you sighed, realizing that ned was right. typically, people never changed their behavior, but conan seemed sincere. maybe you would unblock him, but not initiate any conversation, “okay, i’ll come over tonight. is there anything you want me to bring?”

ned shook his head, “nah, everything is on me. we’ll just order a pizza or two and watch movies all night.” 

******

you entered peter’s apartment, blanket in one hand, snacks in the other. although ned told you not to bring anything, you still felt bad for pissing off the boys. you figured some of their favorite snacks would help clear the air. 

it was about midnight when you arrived at the apartment. you had to cover a shift at work, then buy the snacks at a convenient store. so, you were a little later than expected. ned was already knocked out on the couch, but peter was still awake and alert, watching whatever was on the t.v. an empty pizza box was on the coffee table, but you figured there were some leftovers in the fridge. 

“hey,” your voice was quiet, as you were careful to not disturb ned, “sorry i’m late.”

“it’s okay,” peter’s eyes brightened when he saw you, “i was getting a little worried.”

“i’m okay,” you giggled, “i didn’t know spider-man got worried.”

peter hopped up from the couch, “hey, can we talk?”

you set your snacks down on the coffee table, slightly alarmed, “um, yeah.”

“we can talk in my room,” peter motioned his head towards his room. 

you followed him to his room in the dark, holding onto his shirt. you felt anxiety bundling up in your nerves. what was there to talk about? you thought everything about conan was discussed at lunch. once you were in his room, peter turned on a lamp, illuminating the room with a dim light. 

you felt peter’s lip meet yours, kissing you eagerly. he pulled back, “i’m sorry, i probably just fucked everything up between us.”

you shook your head, “i guess i’m just a little shocked.”

the truth was that you were in love with peter. even though you were best friends for years, you had been in love with him since your freshman year. conan was an attempt to move on, as you believed that peter liked m.j. you figured that wasn’t the case anymore. 

“is it?” peter’s voice was soft, “i’ve had feelings for you for a very long time. i thought it was obvious.” 

“is that why you were jealous when conan was flirting with me today?” you inquired. 

“maybe a lot,” he murmured, “i just want to have you to myself. i don’t like sharing.”

you blushed at his words and how smooth they sounded, “well i’m not yours yet.”

“you can be,” peter’s lips brushed against yours. 

“make me then,” you stated, surprised at your bold words. 

peter began to kiss you hungrily, his fingertips brushing the small of your back. as the kissing became more intense, his hands dipped under the fabric of your hoodie, his hands trailing up and down your back. gently, he lead you to his bed, where you laid down. he got on top of you, careful not to hit his head on the frame of his bunk bed. 

“be careful,” you giggled.

“it just forces me to be closer to you,” he smirked. 

he kissed down your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses. your fingers laced into his curls, tugging slightly as he began to suck on your collarbone. 

“please don’t leave a hickey,” you warned. if your parents saw you come home with it, you’d be dead.

“too late,” he chuckled, “can i take your hoodie off?”

you nodded, and his hands carefully unzipped the hoodie, taking it off of you. his eyes immediately met with your chest, and a hand squeezed one while his mouth met with the other. a moan escaped from your mouth, and his hand covered your mouth. 

“we can’t wake up ned, princess,” he ordered, his command in a hushed tone, “just relax and let me make you feel good.”

you felt yourself almost come undone over his words. it was your first time someone made you feel this way. surely this wasn’t peter’s first time with a girl. he was just so confident with everything. 

“is this your first time with a guy?” peter’s voice interrupted your thoughts.

you nodded, slightly embarrassed, “yeah.”

he tilted your chin, so that your eyes met his, “don’t be embarrassed. just relax, and let me do all of the work, princess. whenever you want me to stop, tell me. i’ll tell you what to do. and don’t worry about ned, he’s out for a long time. we won’t get caught.” 

“okay,” you responded, eager for peter’s next move. 

his fingertips traced the waistband of your leggings, “can i take these off?” 

“yes,” you answered, sitting up slightly so that he could easily take them off. 

his hands trailed down your legs, his eyes hungrily taking everything in, “god, you’re so beautiful.” 

gently, his lips brushed against your thighs, and you suppressed a moan. a hand slipped into your thong, his thumb pressing against your clit. once he felt how wet you were, his face reddened slightly. peter began to suck on a breast, his thumb remaining on your clit. his eyes met yours, and you knew you were going to cum soon. 

his tongue trailed over your nipple, and he slowly inserted fingers inside of you, “is this okay?”

“yes,” you moaned, “god it feels so good.”

“i told you i want to make you feel good, princess,” he murmured, kissing you gently, “are you going to cum for me soon?”

his fingers picked up their pace, pumping inside and out of you, while his thumb remained on your clit, the pressure intensifying. his mouth left sloppy kisses all over your breasts, his teeth slightly tugging on your nipples.

“peter,” you groaned, “i’m gonna-”

“then do it princess,” he commanded, “cum for me.” 

you pressed your lips against his as you came, your thighs trembling. his fingers slowed, and he pulled them out of your thong. you felt embarrassed as your realized how wet everything was now. it was all over his hand, your thong, and on the sheets. 

“don’t worry about it,” peter’s tone was gentle, “i loved it. i’ll grab some new sheets, and grab your bag from the den.” 

“can we cuddle after we’re done cleaning up?” you figured it was close to one now, and you were exhausted. 

“of course,” peter gave you a quick kiss. 

he came back moments later with your bag. you got dressed while he changed the sheets. once he was done, he scooped you in his arms, bringing you close to his body. 

“i love you,” he pressed his lips on your forehead. 

“i love you too,” you kissed him, “and i mean it.”

“good,” peter beamed, “conan is in for a surprise then, huh?”

[prettyboy-parker]

welcome to albuquerque

rancher!tony x ranch hand!peter

warnings: there’s a bj scene, daddy kink (sorry!), tony and steve are divorced, tony calls peggy a bitch

words: 3.8k

Peter practically sulks the entire way to Mr. Stark’s house.

He can’t believe his aunt is making him be a ranch hand, without pay, for the entire time he’s there.

There isn’t much to do where his aunt lives anyway, so maybe it’ll keep him entertained.

But Peter can’t help and think the opposite as he leaves his bike resting against the worn, uneven fence enclosing Mr. Stark’s property. Peter slowly walks up the dirt path to the modest sized house on the property. A wooden sign next to the steps reads “Iron Man Ranch”, and Peter snorts at the name. He warily knocks a few times on the crooked door, and it swings open.

If this is Mr. Stark, Peter’s screwed.

The man is fucking handsome, with salt and pepper hair and a goatee that matches. (What Peter would give to feel that on his thighs.) Peter’s mouth goes dry at the sight of the man’s chest, blue and white flannel unbuttoned enough to let him get a glimpse of Mr. Stark’s chest hair and cross necklace.

“What do you want?” He grunts, leaning on the frame of the door, crossing his built arms across his chest.

“Hi! I’m Peter, Peter Parker.” Peter squeaks, outstretching his hand so Mr. Stark can shake it.

He doesn’t.

“Um, okay,” Peter hums, dropping his hand. “My Aunt said you were looking for a ranch hand?”

Mr. Stark is quiet as he thinks for a moment. He cocks his head, eyes narrowing as he studies Peter silently.

“Come on in, kid.”

Mr. Stark turns and heads inside, Peter rushing after him. The house is nice, a homey vibe given off by the decor and furniture. There’s pictures of Albuquerque hanging on the dark red walls, as well as many high quality photos of horses.

“Your aunt is May Parker, right?” Mr. Stark asks, sitting down at the old kitchen table. Peter sits down as well, nervously placing his hands in his lap.

“Yup!” He responds a little too cheerily. Mr. Stark nods.

“Figured. Talks about you a lot.”

Peter feels blood rush to his cheeks and he curses at himself silently.

“Oh, really?” He breathes, tapping nervously on the painted table. Mr. Stark smirks, leaning back in his dining chair.

“Only good things. Don’t worry, kid.” The older man huffs, stroking his beard gently. “Do you ride?”

Peter’s mind goes to the wrong place, until he realizes the man is talking about horses.

“Oh, I’ve never ridden a horse before.”

Mr. Stark exhales deeply, cocking an eyebrow.

“You realize it’s a farm hand position, right?” He quips, and Peter giggles softly. Mr. Stark is smiling now, wiping his hands on his blue jeans. “It’s no big deal. I can teach you.”

Peter’s mouth goes dry at the thought of Mr. Stark teaching him how to ride a horse.

“That would be super cool.” Peter replies.

“Tomorrow, 6 am.” Mr. Stark says with a smile, stretching out his hand.

They shake on it.

☀️🐴☀️

The midsummer air is dry on the bike down to Iron Man Ranch.

Peter thought summer was for sleeping in, notgetting up at 5 to tend to some cows. He’s lucky that Mr. Stark is very attractive, giving him some form of better entertainment throughout the day.

As the brunette slowly approaches the ranch, he spots Mr. Stark by the front of the fence, petting a pretty dappled horse. He spots Peter and waves him over.

“Mornin’, Pete.” He calls out as the younger jogs over. Peter’s heart skips a beat at the nickname.

“Good morning, Mr. Stark,” He chirps, coming to a slow walk as he shuts the gate to the fence surrounding the field. Mr. Stark just purses his lips, scratching his horse behind her ear.

She paws at the ground happily, the early morning sun glistening off her white and grey fur.

“This is Friday, my best girl.” Tony pats Friday’s flank affectionately. “You won’t be riding her, or Jarvis over there, but they need to graze.”

Peter looks over to where a chocolate colored horse is eating the grass farther away.

“She’s beautiful, Mr. Stark,” Peter hums, raising a gentle hand to scratch her neck. Mr. Stark smirks proudly, cowboy hat tipped slightly in front of his eyes.

“Let’s teach you to ride, kid.”

Peter follows Mr. Stark into the stables, nose scrunching at the smell of fresh manure.

“After we do this, you get to clean up the shit.” Mr. Stark quips as Peter steers clear of a muddy puddle.

He knows he’s not joking.

“That is what I signed up for,” Peter replies, but his voice catches in his throat when the come to the last stable.

The horse inside is gorgeous, with sparkling brown eyes and a buckskin coat.

“Edith, my American Quarter. She’s a real sweetheart. Got her from a rescue in Las Cruces.” Mr. Stark says fondly, giving Edith an affectionate scratch on the cheek. Peter holds his hand out so she can sniff it, and she does, giving him a lick. Peter giggles, petting her neck.

“We’ll get her saddled up, and I’ll teach you, yeah?”

Peter nods and listens patiently as Mr. Stark shows him how to put all the equipment on Edith. It’s... a lot, and Peter knows it’s going to take him more than a couple tries to get everything right.

“Okay,” Mr. Stark huffs, guiding Edith to stand in front of the wooden block steps. “You’re going to step up on the mounting block, put your right foot in that stirrup, then swing your left leg around.”

Peter somehow mounts the horse with ease, probably due to years of gymnastics.

“Good Job, Pete,” Mr. Stark praises, and holy fucking shit, his hand is on Peter’s thigh as he nudges the mounting block out of the way. The younger boy’s heart starts to speed up and he takes a deep breath to calm himself down.

“You’re going to hold the reigns in two fists,” Mr. Stark instructs, and slides his hand over his thigh and dangerously close to his crotch. The older man grasps the reigns like he explained, and Peter nods, in a slight daze. Mr. Stark guides the reigns to Peter’s hands, and the younger grasps the leather in both his fists.

“Perfect, perfect.” Mr. Stark compliments, calloused hand resting on Peter’s thigh again. The younger boy has to will his growing erection away, blushing furiously.

“Now squeeze her sides to get her to walk. Pull the reigns left to go left, right to go right.”

Peter does as Mr. Stark says, and Edith starts walking slowly. A grin erupts on Peter’s face as he gently steers Edith away from the fence.

“Wonderful, sweetheart. You’re a natural.”

Peter’s Brain short-circuits at the nickname.

Soon, with Mr. Stark’s encouraging words, he’s able to trot around the enclosure.

☀️🐴☀️

Being a ranch hand gets better and better.

It’s a lot of work, tending to the cattle and chickens and sheep, but he ends up putting on a bit of muscle. He just rides Edith everywhere, so there’s less walking involved. He passes Mr. Stark every so often, waving bashfully as the older man nods curtly. He even invites Peter to stay for lemonade and cookies in the afternoon. Mr. Stark is so funny and sweet, and Peter tries not to think to hard about lingering touches the older man gives him.

“We’re going to go riding today, kid.” Mr. Stark tells him when he enters the stables early Friday morning. Peter blinks a few times, since Mr. Stark tends not to mix up their schedule too much.

“Oh, um, where?” Peter asks as he watches Mr. Stark secure the leather saddle onto Edith. Jarvis stands a few paces away, bare except for reigns. Peter had to keep a straight face the first time Mr. Stark explained that he rides his horses bareback. (He tried not to think about how he wants to ride Mr. Stark bare back.)

“There’s a couple of trails in the forest back there. I’ve packed some snacks and lemonade.” He hums, scratching Edith’s neck once he’s done saddling her up. “Hop on and follow me.”

They do just that, Mr. Stark taking the lead as Peter follows out of the enclosure. There’s a cool breeze as they trot through the woods, birds chirping and leaves rustling. Mr. Stark yells out instructions or encouragement ever so often. The sound of running water grows louder as they travel on the path, and eventually it gives way to a clearing.

And a waterfall.

“I like to take the horses here to rest while we ride. I also like to take a dip myself.” Mr. Stark shouts over the water as he slips off Jarvis. Peter does the same, stretching his legs.

“I didn’t bring my suit!” He giggles as Mr. Stark ties both Edith and Jarvis to a tree.

“I don’t mind,” Mr Stark quips, winking at Peter. The younger boy’s face heats up as Mr. Stark takes off his cowboy hat, running his hand through his greying hair.

“You can swim in your boxers, but I don’t recommend riding back with wet underwear.” He laughs, unbuttoning his flannel print shirt. “Chafing’s a bitch.”

Peter tries not to watch Mr. Stark as he takes off his shirt, but it’s really fucking hard not to. He’s all working muscle, with a deep tan from working under the Albuquerque sun. Peter tears his eyes away when they drift down at the dark hair by his navel.

He busies himself with taking off his own burgundy t-shirt, shimmying out of his skinny blue jeans. Peter debates keeping his briefs on, but ultimately decides fuck it.

When he turns back around, naked, he has to bite his lip to stop himself from, moaning or some shit.

Mr. Stark is even more attractive naked, with muscular thighs that could crush Peter if he wanted to. Not to mention he’s fucking hung, even when soft. Peter has to tear his eyes away from the older man’s dick, blushing furiously.

Mr. Stark grins and wades into the water, far enough that the water is up to his chest.

“Come in, Pete!” He shouts, and Peter does, only because he doesn’t want to be exposed in the middle of the forest. The water is really fucking cold, but after riding in long sleeves and pants, it at least feels a little nice.

“Feel good on your muscles?” Mr. Stark asks, and Peter groans in response.

“My neck aches really bad.” Peter complains, water rushing down his chest as he sits up in the creek. Mr. Stark floats over to him, placing his cold hands on his shoulders. Peter’s breath catches in his throat and Mr. Stark needs the knot in his neck.

“I’ve been told I give good massages.” Mr. Stark hums, and a small moan escapes Peter’s lips. Not thinking straight, he looks back at Mr. Stark and rests his head on his wet chest. He’s handsome up close, with his deep smile lines and freckles from the sun. Peter’s lips part, and Mr. Stark leans closer, and-

They’re kissing.

His lips are warm and soft and perfect. The older man tastes like granola and lemonade, the lemonade he drinks like it’s whisky. Peter turns his body so he can cup Mr. Stark’s stubbled jaw in his small palm. Mr. Stark’s large, rough hands rest on the small of Peter’s back, lightly stroking the soft skin. Peter hums happily and leans into the kiss, gently grasping at the bottom of Mr. Stark’s wet hair.

“Mr. Stark,” Peter breathes when the pull away, catching their breath.

“It’s Tony, honey.” The older man mutters softly, wiping a bead of water away from the corner of Peter’s mouth.

“Tony,” The younger breathes, kissing him again.

☀️🐴☀️

“Steve, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Peter looks down at at the bead of moisture running down the side of his glass. The muffled voice speaks again, and Tony rubs the bridge of his nose.

“It’s not fair. You know that. I don’t give a fuck what Peggy wants, she’s not her fucking mother.”

There’s a shout from the phone and even though the caller isn’t even in the room, Peter feels awkward.

“Whatever. But I’ll tell you this, you’re not cutting my holiday visits short.” Tony huffs, hanging up the phone. He stays silent for a second, before banging his fist on the kitchen counter. Peter jumps, but gets up hastily so he can wrap his lean arms around Tony’s thick torso. The older man sighs deeply, pressing a kiss to the top of Peter’s mop of chestnut curls.

“You okay?” He asks, looking up at Tony’s upset face.

“Yeah,” He breathes, brushing a curl away from Peter’s face with a thick finger. “My ass of an ex-husband is cutting my daughter’s visit short for some vacation.”

Peter’s breath catches in his throat.

Ex-husband?

“You were married?” He asks, hand pressed against Tony’s chest. His head spins at the though of a wedding band around the older man’s finger.

“Yeah. He was cheating on me towards the end of our marriage.” Tony tells him, peppering kisses on the younger’s cheek. Peter giggles, running his finger along Tony’s jaw.

“Peggy?” Peter offers, cocking his head. Tony throws his head back and laughs.

“That’s the bitch.”

Peter pokes Tony in the side.

“But you have a daughter? Is she as cute as you?” Peter jokes, slipping his hands into the back pockets of Tony’s jeans.

“You’re hilarious. I’d say she’s cuter.” Tony quips, poking one of Peter’s dimples. “Morgan Stark-Rogers. My little girl.”

Peter feels warm as he listens to Tony talk about his daughter. It’s clear he really loves her, one of the few people who can wipe the usual scowl off his face.

Tony reaches for his phone, unlocking it and pulling up a picture of Morgan. She’s beaming at the camera, next to a dark brown lab that’s missing one leg.

“That’s her dog Bucky. He’s a bit of a moron.”

Peter rolls his eyes, nuzzling into Tony’s chest more.

“He’s cute. Hush.” He scolds. “Besides, I want to hear about Morgan.”

☀️🐴☀️

The days go by blissfully.

He spends more and more time at Tony’s, telling Aunt May that some of the cows have reoccurring health problems, but he really spends most of his time languidly making out with Tony. They never go too far, much to Peter’s disappointment. Tony always stops him if he starts getting too enthusiastic, directing his attention to the movie or show playing on the T.V.

It’s nice, though.

His aunt always makes him stay home on Saturdays, wanting family time, but instead of hanging out with her he’s usually grocery shopping.

He’s standing in front of the shelves of pasta trying to decide between linguini and fettuccine, when a familiar voice speaks up over the squeaking of wheels.

“Peter, baby!”

Tony stands behind his ugly green cart, smiling wide. He lightly grasps Peter’s bicep, pulling the younger in for a quick kiss.

“Hi, Tony.” He says bashfully, placing the box of linguini in his basket. Peter can’t help but graze his eyes over Tony’s body, because he’s in a tank top that shows off his tanned, scarred arms perfectly.

“Daddy! Daddy! I found them!”

A little girl bounds down the aisle, hot pink package in her tiny hands.

Morgan.

“That’s awesome!” Tony replies, watching as Morgan tosses the iced animal crackers into the cart. Peter can’t help but smile at the two. Tony seems so happy when he’s around his daughter.

“Morgan, this is my ranch hand, Peter.”

Morgan clutches onto Tony’s jean-clad calf, peering at Peter with big brown eyes.

“Hi Morgan! Your daddy has told me so much about you.” Peter says happily, squatting down so he’s at eye level with the little girl. Tony tenses up at Peter’s voice, and oh, he had no idea that’s something he’s into.

“It’s time to go get our vegetables, Little Miss.” Tony hums, and Morgan groans, but skips down the aisle in her pink flip flops. Peter stands up, smiling, but Tony pulls him back by his jean pocket.

“You better be coming over tonight, sweetheart.” He growls into Peter’s ear, making the younger blush all over. Tony nips at his earlobe before walking after his daughter.

Peter stands at the end of the aisle, shocked, with a basket of linguini and Ragu.

☀️🐴☀️

“Tony, Tony, below the collar.”

The older man nods and latches his lips onto Peter’s collarbone, sucking at the silky smooth skin. Peter lets out a soft whimper, threading his finger’s through Tony’s greying locks.

“God, you’re so hot Pete, fuck. Should’ve done this earlier.” Tony groans, calloused hands sliding under Peter’s MIT t-shirt, squeezing his hips so tight there will be bruises tomorrow morning. Peter whines, desperately grinding his hips down onto Tony’s crotch.

“Daddy,”  Peter moans quietly right in Tony’s ear, grinning when he hears the other man’s breath catch in his throat.

“Baby, I need to get my mouth on you right now.”He grunts, lifting Peter up off of his lap like he weighs nothing. The younger boy shakes his head, slightly sweaty curls bouncing around.

“Wanna suck you off, daddy,” He purrs, pressing lazy kisses to Tony’s sharp jawline. He bites his lip and throws his head back.

“On your knees, sweetheart.”

Peter obeys, situating himself between Tony’s legs. The silver fox looks like a fucking god, legs spread as he rubs his growing bulge through his jeans, gazing down at Peter with arousal-clouded eyes.

Peter giggles and rubs his hands up and down Tony’s thighs.

“You’ve ever sucked cock before, baby boy?” Tony asks, gently running his thumb over the corner of Peter’s mouth. He nods, eagerly grasping at the button of Tony’s Levi’s.

“Hm. Naughty.” Tony hums, squeezing Peter’s neck gently. “Do those college boys make you feel good?”

“No, not as good as you can, daddy.” Peter whimpers, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the front of Tony’s jeans. The older man hisses, hurriedly yanking down his zipper, and pushes his pants down to his thighs. There’s a noticeable bulge in the front of his navy blue American Eagle boxers.

Trendy.

Peter kneads his cock a few times before pulling it out of his boxers. His mouth waters as the older man’s cock stands at half mast, flushed a dark angry red, a thick vein on the underside of the it.

“Think it’ll fit, baby?” Tony chuckles, stroking the young boy’s cheek.

“Maybe with a little struggle.” Peter says with a wink, pressing a few kisses to the hot skin. The erection jumps, and Tony groans as Peter chases it with his tongue. He starts sucking softly on the slick head, massaging Tony’s heavy balls.

“Love your mouth, Pete.” He moans, gripping Peter’s curls in his hands. Peter eases a few inches more into his mouth, relaxing his throat to the best of his ability. Tony bucks his hips up involuntary, causing Peter’s eyes to sting with tears.

“You taste so good, daddy.” Peter moans, pumping his wrist up and down. Tony exhales deeply, gripping the side of the couch with a death grip.

“Get your mouth back on me, baby, daddy’s close.”

Peter smirks and strokes Tony’s cock slower.

“Losing your stamina, old man?” He teases, squeezing the base of Tony’s dick. His own cock throbs with need, but he wants to get his daddy off first.

“Fuck you, Pete. I can last until the morning, you’re just so fuckin’ hot.”

Pleased with his answer, Peter takes Tony’s cock as far as he can, breathing in the musky scent of his neatly trimmed pubic hair. He starts moving his head, loud, slick noises cutting through his arousal filled brain.

“Ah, honey,” Tony groans, and his hips buck up once, then twice, before he shoots his load down Peter’s throat. The younger boy swallows, pulling off of Tony’s cock with a loud pop.

“Get up here, baby, come fuck into my fist.”

Peter moans as he shimmies out of his jeans, then briefs, small pink cock smacking against his stomach. He scrambles onto Tony’s lap, humping his thighs as he spits into his hand.

“Come on, pretty boy, get yourself off.” Tony hums, making a tight circle with his hands. Peter whimpers and tries to slip his hard length into Tony’s fist, but misses on the first try. Tony helps him out, and Peter starts humping into his fist.

“Peter, come on, you can do it, come for daddy.”

Peter comes with a cry, gripping onto Tony’s broad shoulders.

“Tony, Tony,” He whines, his now soft cock pressing uncomfortably against the other’s hot skin.

“You did so good for me Peter, so good.”

Peter smiles, breathlessly.

☀️🐴☀️

“Peter! Peter! Peter! Look at the unicorn!”

Peter laughs as Morgan pulls on his hand, pointing her chubby finger at the giant pink unicorn stuffed animal.

“I see it, Morg.” Peter tells her, bright neon carnival lights bouncing off his skin. Tony’s hand rests on the small of his back, thumbing at the cloth of his sweatshirt. (Well, it’s actually Tony’s old MIT sweatshirt, but he likes to think it’s his now.)

“Daddy, can I get it?” Morgan pleads, eyeing the clown water game.

“Morguna, honey, you already have a unicorn.” Tony says softly, gesturing to the smaller purple unicorn tucked under her arm.

“But-“

“Morgan.”

Morgan pouts and looks at Peter.

“How about we go on the Ferris Wheel?” Peter offers, trying to steer clear of meltdown. Morgan lights up, and Tony lets out a breath.

“That was close,” Tony mumbles as the maneuver their way through the Fourth of July crowd. He was surprised when Tony invited him to take Morgan to the festival, hell, even the girl wanted Peter to go too.

Morgan practically shoves the 6 tickets into the ride operator’s hand. The teenager rolls his eyes and swings open the gate, Morgan clambering in, then Tony, then Peter.

She’s practically vibrating with excitement, swinging her tiny little legs as Tony not-so-subtly slips his arm around Peter’s shoulder. The ride starts with a lurch, and Morgan squeals happily.

The field sparkles with the lights of the endless rides and games, the people all mushing together into one big blob. The air is cool at the top, stars twinkling in the inky sky.

Tony’s rubbing his thumb down Peter’s neck, and it takes a few moments for Peter to realize he’s staring at him.

Lovingly?

“Daddy, is Peter like Papa? You used to look at Papa like that.”

Peter freezes and Tony tenses up. The older man’s eyes glaze with moisture, and he swallows thickly.

“Yeah baby, Peter, well, I don’t want Peter to leave this time.” He croaks, smiling softly at the younger.

Peter leans over and holds him tight.

☀️🐴☀️

You Are Now Leaving

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Come Back Soon!

[omniversalobservations]

Fourth Wall Awareness (2017)

The user is aware that one's Universe is a fictional/false one, allowing them to carry out acts that, within their Universe, would otherwise be impossible. Depending on the extent of the user's power, one could potentially gain the powers of Reality Warping and/or Omniscience within the context of their own false Universe.

Also Called * Comic/Story Awareness * Fourth Wall Breaking * Medium Awareness * Metacognition * Metaknowledge

Limitations * Might increase the likelihood of being driven insane. * Read Computer Data / Place Files * Users may appear to be abnormal to everyone else. * May be linked to normal senses.

Known Users in Cartoons/Comics * Lucky (101 Dalmatians: The Series) * Perdita (101 Dalmatians: The Animated Storybook) * Ice King (Adventure Time) * Snail (Adventure Time) * The Genie (Aladdin) * Norbert Beaver (The Angry Beavers) * Various characters (Animaniacs) * The Ant and the Aardvark (The Ant and the Aardvark) * Bean the Dynamite (Archie's Sonic the Hedgehog) * Various characters (Arthur) * Basil Karlo/Clayface (The Batman) * Batman and Ambush Bug (Batman: The Brave and the Bold) * Shaggy Rogers (Be Cool, Scooby-Doo!) * Scooby-Doo (Be Cool, Scooby-Doo!) * Professor Paradox (Ben 10) * Various characters (Big Mouth) * Blaze and other characters(Blaze and the Monster Machines) * Various characters (Casper the Friendly Ghost) * CatDog (CatDog) * Various characters (Chowder TV series) * Rallo Tubbs (The Cleveland Show) * Various Characters (Danny Phantom) * Animal Man (DC Comics) * Bat-Mite (DC Comics) * Black Hand (DC Comics) * Eternity Girl (DC Comics) * The Joker (DC Comics) * Harley Quinn (DC Comics) * Lobo (DC Comics) * Lyssa Drak (DC Comics) * Mr. Mxyzptlk (DC Comics) * Phantom Stranger (DC Comics) * Dora (Dora The Explorer) * Various characters (Dora the Explorer/Go Diego Go!/Dora and Friends: Intro the City) * Ed (Ed, Edd, n' Eddy) * Edd/Double D (Ed, Edd, n' Eddy) * Eddy (Ed, Edd, n' Eddy) * Rolf (Ed, Edd, n' Eddy) * Kitty Cheshire (Ever After High) * Madeline Hatter (Ever After High) * Various characters (Family Guy) * Freakazoid (Freakazoid) * Amy Wong (Futurama) * Garfield (Garfield, The Garfield Show) * Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls) * Various characters (The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy) * Blue Falcon (Johnny Bravo) * Don Knotts (Johnny Bravo) * Weird Al Yankovic (Johnny Bravo) * Several characters (Johnny Test) * Alexandra Cobot (Josie and the Pussycats) * Snooper and Bladder (Hanna-Barbera) * Various characters (Hanna-Barbara) * Mr. Simmons (Hey Arnold!) * Horrid Henry (Horrid Henry) * Perfect Peter (Horrid Henry) * Various characters (Looney Tunes) * Various characters (The Loud House) * White Spy, Black Spy and other Characters (Mad 2010) * Forbush Man ("Marvel Comics") * Gwen Poole/Gwenpool (Marvel Comics) * Howard the Duck (Marvel Comics) * Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk (Marvel Comics) * Loki (Marvel Comics) * Louise Mason/Blonde Phantom (Marvel Comics) * Rick Jones (Marvel Comics) * Uatu the Watcher (Marvel Comics) * Miranda (Marvel Comics) * Wade Wilson/Deadpool (Marvel Comics) * Wyatt Wingfoot (Marvel Comics) * Mr. Freeman (Mr. Freeman) * Applejack (My Little Pony: Pony Life) * Discord (My Little Pony series) * Pinkamena Diane "Pinkie" Pie (My Little Pony series) * The Storm King (My Little Pony series) * Kai-Lan (Ni Hao, Kai-Lan) * Holo Jane (OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes) * K.O. (OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes) * Most characters (Pearls Before Swine) * Various characters (Phineas and Ferb) * Mikey (Pig City) * Various characters (Pink Panther and Pals) * The Powerpuff Girls (The Powerpuff Girls) * Various other characters (Powerpuff Girls) * Bell (Powerpuff Girls Doujinshi) * Gir (Powerpuff Girls Doujinshi) * Pucca (Pucca) * Scooby-Doo Detective Agency (A Pup Named Scooby-Doo) * Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty) * Beth Smith (Rick and Morty) * Laser Lips (Rickety Rocket) * Various characters (Robot Chicken) * Various characters (Rugrats) * Velma Dinkely (Scooby-Doo and Guess Who?) * Most characters (Scott Pilgrim) * Various characters (The Simpsons) * Most characters (Sonic Boom) * Mr. Allen and Mr. McDonald (South Park) * Eddie Brock/Venom (The Spectacular Spider-Man) * Spongebob Squarepants (Spongebob Squarepants) * Various Characters (Static Shock) * Sardonyx (Steven Universe) * Sunstone (Steven Universe) * Erotica Jones (Stripperella) * Various characters (Supermansion) * Control Freak (Teen Titans) * Teen Titans (Teen Titans GO!) * Ninja Turtles (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) * Various other characters (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) * Tom Cat and Jerry Mouse (Tom and Jerry) * Various characters (Tom and Jerry Kids) * Various characters (Total Drama) * Clover (Totally Spies!) * Alex (Totally Spies!) * Sam (Totally Spies!) * Peter Parker/Spider-Man (Ultimate Spider-Man TV series) * Miles Morales/Kid Arachnid (Ultimate Spider-Man TV series) * Uncle Grandpa (Uncle Grandpa) * Various characters (Wacky Races 2017) * Various characters (The Wacky World of Tex Avery) * Lord Dominator (Wander Over Yonder) * Wander (Wander Over Yonder)

Known Users in Anime/Manga * Mine (Akame Ga Kill) * Yuzuki Fuwa (Assassination Classroom) * Various characters (Bastard!!) * Yamada no Ero-gami (B-gata H-kei) * Various characters (Case Closed) * Junko Enoshima/Monokuma (Dangan Ronpa) * Kusuo Saiki (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.) * Various characters (Dr. Slump) * Kirihime Nastuno (Dog & Scissors) * Various characters (Dragon Ball series) * Xiaomei (Edens Zero) * Various characters (Gintama) * Hackadolls (Hackadoll: The Animation) * Daishi Kobayashi (Hime-chan's Ribbon) * Hikaru Hibino (Hime-chan's Ribbon) * Choco (Last Period) * Najimi Ajimu (Medaka Box) * Various characters (Nanbaka) * Lala (Ojamajo Doremi) * Various other characters (Pokemon) * Komatsu (Toriko) * Lionet Ban (Saint Seiya) * Saiki Kusuo (Saiki Kusuo no Psi Nan) * Most characters (Sgt. Frog) * Alba (Senyuu) * Ruki (Senyuu) * QT (Space Dandy) * Nozomi Yumehara (Yes! Pretty Cure 5) * Komachi Akimoto (Yes! Pretty Cure 5) * Rin Natsuki (Yes! Pretty Cure 5) * Karen Minazuki (Yes! Pretty Cure 5) * Urara Kasugano (Yes! Pretty Cure 5) * Bunbee (Yes! Pretty Cure 5) * Mucardia (Yes! Pretty Cure 5 GoGo!) * Various characters (Yongbi the Invincible) * Akari Akaza (Yuru Yuri)

Known Users in Television/Movies * Satan (The Adventures of Mark Twain) * Charile B. Barkin (All Dogs Go To Heaven) * Allegra (Allegra's Widow) * Barney (Barney's Great Adventure) * Baby Bop (Barney's Great Adventure) * Steve (Blue's Clues) * Joe (Blue's Clues) * George Beard (Captain Underpants: The First Epic Movie) * Harold Hutchins (Captain Underpants: The First Epic Movie) * Protector Killbots (Chopping Mall) * Clarissa and Ferguson Darling (Clarissa Explanins It All) * José Manuel Alcántara (Couse Completed) * Clark Willson (Creepshow 2019) * Most characters (Dani's House) * Bernie Mac (The Bernie Mac Show) * Deadpool (Deadpool 2016) * Earl Sinclair (Dinosaurs) * First, Fourth, Sixth, Tenth, Eleventh, and Twelfth Doctors (Doctor Who) * K9 (Doctor Who) * Oswin Oswald (Doctor Who) * Tlotoxl (Doctor Who) * The Valeyard (Doctor Who) * Weeping Angels (Doctor Who) * Kate, Gregory, Gemma and Mark King (Don't Blame Me) * Grinch (Dr. Seuss' How The Grinch Stole Christmas 1966 and 2000) * Cat in the Hat (Dr. Seuss' The Cat in the Hat 2003) * Kuzco (The Emperor's New Groove) * Cynthia (The Feeding 2006) * Ferris Bueller (Ferris Bueller's Day Off) * The Narrator/Tyler Durden (Fight Club) * Ghostwriter Team (Ghostwriter) * Ranger Bob (Grizzly Park) * Various characters (Gullah Gullah Island) * Martin Kelly (Hey Dad...!); formerly * Kevin McCallister (Home Alone) * Julie Matahimik-Valentino (Home Sweetie Home) * Frank Underwood (House of Cards) * Marty Kaan (House of Lies) * Samantha 'Sam' and Ben Hazelton (In Your Dreams) * George Jetson (The Jetsons Movie) * Claire Dearling (Jurassic World) * Crocodile (Lake Placid 3) * Malcolm (Malcolm in the Middle) * Al Bundy (Married... with Children) * Martin Payne (Martin) * The Mask (The Mask 1994) * Neo (The Matrix) * Tamatoa (Moana) * Taylor Fry (Mortified) * Elliot Alderson (Mr. Robot) * Agnes Brown (Mrs. Brown's Boys) * Mr. Peabody and Sherman (Mr. Peabody & Sherman) * Shelby Woo (The Mystery Flies of Shelby Woo) * Fran Fine (The Nanny) * Sonja (The Nasty Girl) * Freddy Krueger (A Nightmare on Elm Street/Freddy's Nightmares:the Series) * Saskia Litras (Noah and Saskia) * Allyson Miller (Now You See It) * Jack Parker (Pants on Fire) * Various characters (Pee-Wee's Playhouse) * Phil Diffy (Phil of the Future) * Various characters (Power Rangers) * Jamie Grover (Quints) * Rango (Rango) * Raptor (Raptor Ranch) * Razorteeth (Razorteeth) * Cat (Red Dwarf, Back to Earth) * Kryten (Red Dwarf, Back to Earth) * Lister (Red Dwarf, Back to Earth) * Rimmer (Red Dwarf, Back to Earth) * Fleetwood Yak (Rock Dog) * Bronson Twist (Round the Twist); one off * Zack Morris (Saved by the Bell) * Hannah 'Belle' Baxter (Secret Diary of a Call Girl) * Various characters (Secret Girlfriend) * Various Characters (Sleepover Club) * Tia Andrea Landry and Tamera Ann Campbell (Sister Sister) * Otis the Dog (Son of the Mask) * Harold Crick (Stranger than Fiction) * Harley Diaz (Stuck in the Middle) * Cryptkeeper (Tales from the Crypt) * Niles Talbot (Tales from the Crypt) * Janet/Jeremy McKay (Tales from the Crypt) * Gregory West (The Twilight Zone) * Bryan Brown (Twisted Tales) * Shante Smith (Two Can Play That Game/Three Can Play That Game) * Mabel "Madea" Simmons (various Tyler Perry movies) * Wayne Campbell (Wayne's World) * Captain Neweyes (We're Back a Dinosaur's Story) * Zack Greenburg (The Zack Files) * Zeke Falcone (Zeke and Luther) * Luther Waffles (Zeke and Luther)

Known Users in Video Games * Sonic the Hedgehog (Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog) * Capp'n (Animal Crossing) * Mr. Ressetti (Animal Crossing) * Piraka (Bionicle Heroes) * Providence (Bravely Second) * Trisha/Ishatr (Catherine) * The Author (Comix Zone) * Coco Bandicoot (Crash Bandicoot) * Dr. Neo Cortex (Crash Bandicoot) * Ebenezer Von Clutch (Crash Bandicoot) * Tiny Tiger (Crash Bandicoot) * Cthulhu (Cthulhu Saves the World) * Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club!) * Sayori (Doki Doki Literature Club!) * Cranky Kong (Donkey Kong Series) * Player character (Dragonfable) * Gilgamesh (Final Fantasy series) * Fry (Futurama: The Game) * Bender (Futurama: The Game) * Leela (Futurama: The Game) * Higokumaru (Honkai Impact 3rd) * Midori Gurin (Yandere Simulator) * Professor Farnsworth (Futurama: The Game) * Marcela/Princess Gum Drop (Great Greed) * Senua (Hellblade: Senua's Sacrifice) * Kyu (Huniepop) * Go Shijima (Kamen Rider Drive) * Various characters (Kid Icarus: Uprising) * Nugget (Kindergarten) * Kirby (Kirby Series) * Psycho Mantis (Metal Gear Solid) * Mosley "Mo" Mobile (Mobile Mysteries) * Ren Homura (Monster Strike); when in narrator mode * Darkest Faerie (Neopets: The Darkest Fatie) * Neptune (Hyperdimension Neptunia) * Several characters (Hyperdimension Neptunia) * Postal Dude Jr. (Postal Series) * Michael J. Caboose (Red vs. Blue) * Phil Eggtree (Riddle School) * Sam Serious Stone (Serious Sam Series) * Squid Baron (Shantae series) * Jack Frost (Shin Megami Tensei) * Coach Frank (Skate 3) * Chill Bill (Skylanders) * Kaos (Skylanders) * Pop Fizz (Skylanders) * Callie (Splatoon) * Marie (Splatoon) * Various characters (Sunset Overdrive) * Pamela the Turkey (Super Farm) * Slade (Teen Titans: Calling All Titans game) * Flowey/Asriel (Undertale) * Sans (Undertale) * Gerson (Undertale) * Beelzebub (Valkyrie Crusade) * Card Collector (Valkyrie Crusade) * Chris Jericho (WWE SVR 2009) * CM Punk (WWE SVR 2009) * John Cena (WWE SVR 2009) * Triple H (WWE SVR 2009) * Santino Marella (WWE SVR 2010) * Edge and Christian (WWE SVR 2011)

Known Users in Literature * Cassie (Animorphs) * George Beard (Captain Underpants) * Harold Hutchins (Captain Underpants) * Gideon Fell (John Dickson Carr novels) * Rosencrantz (Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead) * Guildenstern (Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead) * The Player King (Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead)

Source: Power Listing Wiki

(image via YouTube)

[parknerficrecs]

Lol, Yeah that was me, but I'll just make a request again then.. Anyways, I was wondering If you could help me find some Pre-relation slowburn Parkner fics, please.. That would be very nice of you, Thank you.

Sorry about accidentally deleting your ask :) Here it is, and don’t forget to leave comments and kudos!

Completed Fics

Tennessee Whiskey

When Peter’s Volvo breaks down in the middle of nowhere, Tennessee, “just passin’ through” turns into a three-day stay at the Keener Ranch after Harley rescues him. Who knew one weekend could change Peter's life.

Too bad he has to go back to New York after his cars fixed, right?

***Slow-burn featuring domestic Keeners, hella pining and small town shenanigans.

Don't Freak Out

Getting kidnapped isn’t usually the best way to start your summer (especially your last summer before college) but honestly? It kinda worked out.

rare and sweet (as cherry wine)

Peter Parker and Harley Keener are roommates, but they don't really know each other. Peter Parker and Harley Keener have been anonymously paying for each other's coffee, but they don't know it's for the other. Peter Parker and Harley Keener have been texting on Twitter until ungodly hours for the past two weeks, but they don't know it's the other.

or

Peter and Harley are roommates and still don't know much about each other — or at least they think they don't. But Peter and Harley fall in love three ways, even if for two of them, they don't know it's with each other.

to whom it may concern

a parkner pen pal au

(no endgame spoilers, i'm just gonna pretend it never happened)

Loathing (Unadulterated Loathing)

They really should've read the fine print. That was their first mistake.

until the last star in the galaxy dies

With his secret identity torn apart by Quentin Beck, Peter goes into hiding. Fortunately, Pepper has a spare room - right next to Harley’s, who moved in after the snap.

When Harley is kidnapped, Peter has to put aside his sorrow and pain to come through for his friend, his family.

Or were they always something more?

Not Completed

It's not a Spidey-Sense, It's an Idiot-Sense

“There’s a correlation,” Tony said, before pausing again. “Between you getting hurt, and Peter’s episodes. Just now with your hand, and the day of the shooting.  His injuries resemble the injuries you’re sporting, as well.”

“So what, I’m killing him?”

“I said correlation, Harley, not causation."

~

You know how I can tell?

Cause we're connected.

Star-Crossed

Harley leaned out the window and his smile was so beautiful that Spider-Man almost fell from a hundred stories up.

Oh, parting is such sweet sorrow, Spider-Man thought, then immediately scowled at himself for thinking of the stupidest love story in existence. The line was poetic nonetheless, and certainly relevant.

Star-crossed lovers, the two of them. Spider-Man wanted what he knew he could never have.

New Beginnings

"Harley doesn't-have-a-last-name was an enigma, a puzzle, and Peter would be damned if he didn't figure it out."

Spider-Bite Mocha

Peter Parker is 17 and almost done with his senior year of high school. On a rainy day in a coffee shop, he can't help but have his thoughts wonder towards a certain blonde Southern gentleman he's been crushing on for months now. Little does he know, despite the rain, he's about to get some sunshine in his life.

The Marvelous Misadventures of Peter Parker and Harley Keener 

"You're an absolute menace," Tony says. "I hope you know that."

"But I'm your menace, right?" Harley's smile is pure, concentrated evil and damn it if Tony can't feel himself starting to smile back because he's weak like that and this is not the best way to start an important conversation and potential grounding.

Or:

The story of how Harley and Peter, disaster duo, learn to navigate the bewildering and hair-raising waters of high school and family whilst dealing with rogue Avengers, secret identities, inconvenient crushes, and a mysterious new threat from OsCorp.

[starker-stories]

Reversal of Fortunes

Created for @mcukinkbingo​ Also on AO3 Square Filled: Slavery Ship: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Starker Rating: E Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con Word Count:  9457 Additional Tags:  College Student Peter Parker, Slavery, Alternate Universe - Slavery, Rape/Non-con Elements, As in Slaves Can't Consent, Brat Peter Parker, Dark Richard Parker, Mechanic Tony Stark, Dark Tony Stark, Debt Slavery, Anal Sex, Inappropriate Type of Lube Used, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Role Reversal, Dark Fic, Dark Themes, Sexual Slavery Summary: From a distance, Peter saw olive skin, shirtless glistening with sweat. Muscular, but not grotesque. Finely crafted. Sculpted. Peter’s own body had broad shoulders but a nipped in waist. This man was solid all the way from shoulders to… oh my god… the most perfect round globes of his denim clad ass. The jeans he wore were tight around his thighs as well. Thick and muscular. The slave’s entire lower body looked like it was designed to provide incredible strength and stamina when he fucked. He looked like he could fuck hard. Peter whimpered again and touched himself through his khaki shorts. 

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Peter was bored. Why his father insisted on taking him to these things, he never knew. Yes, he’d be his heir and should know how to manage an estate, but he planned on hiring an overseer for that. He had no interest in the slaves his father owned. Disgustingly voluptuous women who pranced around the house pretending to be servants when what they really were were his father’s fucktoys. Who his mother ignored in favor of staring at the bottom of wine bottles. The last thing his gay ass he wanted to see was another pair of tits.

“Dad, do I have to stay? God, don’t you have enough house slaves?”

“I’m not buying for the house, Peter. I know the nature of the house slaves you’ll keep when you inherit my estate will change. You’ll do that in your own time. But I’m buying laborers and field hands today. Even if all you do is stock the house with boys, you need to know how to judge a working slave’s value. Now stop sulking and follow me out to the pens.”

Peter huffed a sigh. At least they were looking at men. But big dumb hunks of muscle little better than the horse he rode when he played polo. That was an insult to Jax. He was probably smarter than a field hand. A tray of champagne wafted by, carried by a cute young man with a nice dick, and Peter followed. His absence was unnoticed by his father who was assessing the value of the meat.

The waiter was happy to follow young Mr. Parker into an alcove, as he was required to do. He was surprised at the young master’s request. Peter dropped to his knees and sucked the man hard, making sure to leave his dick coated with a thick layer of spit. Then he knelt on the bed. “Fuck me. I’ll tell you how I like it.” Peter directed the slave as if he were a dildo attached to a human body, making him give him all the pleasure he wanted, but ordered not to come from it. When Peter came, he zipped up and left the slave, hard and dripping, without a backwards glance.

His father was disappointed that Peter hadn’t stayed, but unsurprised. He drove them back out to their ranch. The auction was forgotten as Peter lost himself in socializing, riding, and generally being the spoiled only son of Richard Parker, owner of one of the biggest ranches in the state.

~~~~~

Slavery was technically peonage. Only the debt, once someone fell into it, could never be repaid at the “wages” a slave was required to be given. The economy was highly divided. There were the 1%, where Peter dwelled. The 24% where most free people dwelled. And the 75%, where they scrambled for pennies to keep themselves out of debt slavery. Most failed. The 75% served the other 25%, pretty much in perpetuity, with lip service given to their ‘technical’ freedom.

It was rare, but someone in the 1% could fall. Bad business decisions, embezzlement of their company’s funds, loss of market share, dozens of pitfalls awaited the 1% who weren’t vigilant.

Tony Stark was too busy drinking, fucking anything that moved, and spending his dead father’s money to be vigilant. His father’s best friend and his mentor, locked him out of his own company, arranging for all the company’s debt to look like Tony himself had personally accrued it through his mismanagement. Which is how one playboy, billionaire, genius, philanthropist wound up a sold to Richard Parker’s ranch. Richard was going to put him to field work, but then he recognized the worn, weathered man, who looked nothing like the Tony Stark he knew from magazine covers. It didn’t matter. He was a slave and he belonged to the Parker estate. But a good mechanic could be put to more useful work than laboring in the fields. Tony was led to the garage and told to work.

Tony was effusive in his thanks to his new master. His previous one had indeed put him in the fields, where he was basically incompetent. His body was welted and scarred from punishment. Finally, after three years, his old master gave up on Tony and sold him cheaply. Richard got a bargain. He had nothing personal against Stark. It was later found out that his mentor sold him out and the company, also sold cheaply, was broken up and went to other owners. Tony’s debt was massive. He’d work for Master Parker until the day he died. Thankfully he never had children and wouldn’t unless his master chose to breed him. But he didn’t give a damn about that. Any kids born from him mounting a female slave weren’t his. No attachment. Tony didn’t make attachments. He hadn’t done so as a free man, why do it now, when an attachment could be sold the next day.

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It was one of the hottest summers on record. Even the air conditioning couldn’t keep the house cool, and Peter was sick at looking at walking tits waving fans. He perched himself on a fence rail and watched… nothing. There was nothing of interest anywhere on the ranch. He leaned back and turned his face to the sun, feeling its warmth. When he looked down again, his eye caught movement in the big barn where the farm equipment was stored. He bit his lip and whimpered.

From a distance, he saw olive skin, shirtless glistening with sweat. Muscular, but not grotesque. Finely crafted. Sculpted. Peter’s own body had broad shoulders but a nipped in waist. This man was solid all the way from shoulders to… oh my god… the most perfect round globes of his denim clad ass. The jeans he wore were tight around his thighs as well. Thick and muscular. The slave’s entire lower body looked like it was designed to provide incredible strength and stamina when he fucked. He looked like he could fuck hard. Peter whimpered again and touched himself through his khaki shorts.

Peter’s lustful assessment didn’t even touch on the slave’s arms. He held a hammer and was beating a dented fender back into shape. His arms rippled and shone with sweat running over streaks of grease and oil. The slave turned to set down the hammer and pick up another tool. He couldn’t quite make out the slave’s features, but he had a

wonderful view of his chest. There was a light dusting of hair straight down the center. Muscles again but like Peter had never seen. He hated the over-built field hands. But he hated the soft, handsome rich boys like himself, too. He knew he was gay, but he’d never seen a man who did it for him. Until now. The slave was dirty and all Peter wanted was to be soiled.

Peter stopped touching himself and tried to will his erection to go down. At least some. He was free and it didn’t matter how he presented himself in front of a slave, but walking over hiding a full erection was just awkward. And would send the message that he was looking to fuck instead of get fucked. He turned away from the barn and watched some ugly hunks of muscle. That brought him right down.

He slid down off his perch and walked over to the barn. Okay, maybe swayed his way over to the barn. “Hi.”

The slave suddenly stopped what he was doing and put his tools down. “Hello, Young Master,” he said, eyes cast downward.

“Ugh. I hate that ‘young master’ thing. I’m twenty, not a child.”

“What shall I call you, sir,” Tony asked, hoping ‘sir’ was deferential enough until given something else to call him.

“Unless my dad’s near us, Master will do just fine.”

“Yes, Master.”

Now that he was close, Peter could see the scars crisscrossing the slave’s back. He even had some on his front and his arms. Peter reached out and ran a fingertip over the slave’s bicep, tracing one of them. “Were you disobedient?”

“No, Master.” Tony tried not to flinch when he was touched. Field hands were hardly ever sexually used and he hadn’t been, but he wasn’t a field hand anymore. He wasn’t keen on being thirty-eight and losing his ‘virginity’. Not that he’d have a say in it. “I was ill-suited to the work my former Master put me to.”

“Which was?” Peter asked, stepping closer. He could smell the sweat and grease.

“Field work, Master. I was a mechanic by trade before.”

Peter went from caressing with a fingertip to sliding his palm over the slave’s arm. “You don’t look like a field hand, thank god. Do you have a name, or just this number?” Peter’s hand moved up the slave’s arm to his neck, where all slaves were marked.

“I’m Tony, Master.”

“Tony.” Peter tasted the name on his tongue. It felt good there. “Stand still, Tony.” Peter’s hands went for the button of Tony’s jeans.

“Yes Master,” Tony said, holding himself tense.

Peter undid Tony’s fly and hefted his cock and balls out. “Oh my god,” he moaned appreciatively. He dropped to his knees on the barn floor. He took Tony’s soft cock into his mouth, sealing his lips behind the head, and letting his tongue dance. He balanced his hands on Tony’s thighs.

Tony sucked in a breath between his teeth and tried to keep from groaning in pleasure. Since he’d been sold, he’d had nothing but his own hand on his cock. He started to get hard instantly.

“Fuck Tony, you’re huge,” Peter moaned. He looked up at Tony’s face. “Are you able to come more than once or are you one and done, like most of the muscle on this place.”

Tony felt his face heat. “No, Master. I mean, yes, Master, I can come more than once. I need a bit of time between. I’m sorry, Master.”

“More than twice?” Peter’s eyebrows rose, hopefully.

“Occasionally three, Master.”

“God, you’re heaven. I might actually have to thank my father for something. I hate that, but you’re worth it.”

Tony was in uncharted territory. He was well known as a playboy. Fond of both men and women. A sexual athlete in bed. But always on top. He didn’t want to assume, but it seemed like that was what his Master’s son wanted. He snuck a glance at the boy as he sucked his dick. The boy was gorgeous. Just the type he would’ve bedded in the old days. He didn’t want to disappoint, so even though he’d been without for three years, he tried to remember his self control.

Peter looked up at Tony. “You’re not gonna shoot too fast, are you?”

“No Master,” Tony said, biting his lip.

“Good. I want you to come in my mouth. When I’m ready, I’ll do this…” Peter tapped Tony’s thigh three times. “Then you come. Can you do that?”

Tony considered it, only a moment. The skill had been in his repertoire. He hoped he still had it. “Yes Master.”

Peter licked a stripe down Tony’s cock. “God you’re filthy.”

“I could shower if that would please Master more.”

Peter gripped Tony’s thighs. “Don’t you dare! Fuck, it’s hot.” He nuzzled his face in Tony’s coarse hair. “You smell… god… you smell like a man.”

A smirk passed briefly over Tony’s face before he remembered he wasn’t who he used to be. He schooled his features.

He took Tony’s shaft in his hand, leisurely stroking it just to keep him hard. He looked up the slave’s body. “How long have you been a slave?”

“Three years Master.”

Peter chuckled. “Didn’t think it had been long. You have too much of yourself left.”

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“Don’t be! I like that. God I’m so bored with everything. You’re,” he smiled, “something new.” They weren’t supposed to ask, but a Master did whatever he wanted. “What was your last name?” He saw a wince.

“Stark, Master.”

Peter’s brow furrowed, then his eyes went wide. “THE Tony Stark?”

“Yes Master. I’m Tony the slave now, Master.”

“Yeah, okay, but…” Peter grinned up at him. “Tony Stark had a reputation for fucking.”

The wince came again. Nothing he was then was what he was now. “Yes, Master, but that was a long time ago.”

Peter shimmied out of his shorts. “You’re not coming in my mouth,” he said excitedly. He bent over the dirty workbench, pushing tools out of his way. “Fuck me, Tony.”

“Is that allowed, Master? Your father…”

“Doesn’t give a damn what slave I let fuck me.” Peter looked over his shoulder. “But he does give a damn if they won’t.”

“I don’t have any lube, Master,” Tony demurred.

“You don’t have anything in this shop? I don’t care what you use. I want your dick up my ass. Now.” Peter snapped impatiently.

Tony found a bit of oil. He wasn’t sure if it was a good thing to use or not, but it’s what the Master asked for. And his back showed the cost of disobedience. He drizzled the oil down the crack of the young man’s ass. He fought to hide his reaction. The kid was perfect. His ass pale and white, his cheeks firm round globes. His Master’s son, Peter, wasn’t just the type he bedded, he was the type he kept around for a little while.

He took one of Peter’s ass cheeks in his hand, roughly, solidly, and pulled it open revealing the kid’s perfect little pink hole. With his calloused thumb he pushed the oil up into him. Then he thickly coated his cock.

“You like it rough or slow, kid?” Tony asked in a low growl. Someone like Peter… he knew the type well. His insolence might earn him a whipping, but he doubted it. “You wanna feel all this dick going into that tight little hole of yours all at once, or do you want that pretty little thing opened up a bit at a time? You think you can take all of me?”

Peter snorted. “You think that thing is good enough to make me come? You make me come on nothing but that cock, then when you can get it up again you come down my throat, and then I’ll consider where I want it for time number three, and I’ll make sure your life’s a whole lot easier.”

He bent over Peter and rubbed his cock along the crack of his ass. Not having been reprimanded for his manner of speech, he let himself go. “Baby, I’ve taken more boys like you apart than I can count. You just remember that my name is Tony. That way you know what to scream when I’ve fucked you brainless.”

Tony pulled away but kept one hand firmly on the boy’s back, just above the rise of his ass. He teased Peter’s hole with the head of his cock.

“Dammit, Tony fuck me!”

Tony chuckled. “Bet you’re used to slaves just standing there doing whatever you tell them to. Little dicks you rode like they were pieces of silicone. You wanna fuck Tony the slave or you wanna find out what it was like to be fucked by Tony Stark?”

Peter gave a little whimper.

“Thought so,” Tony said as he thrust his thick cock into the boy all at once. Hard. Fast. And there was the scream and cry, something between the pain of being opened and the pleasure of the stretch. Beautiful. A sound he hadn’t heard for three years. He reached up and grabbed Peter’s shoulder, pulling him back to meet his thrusts.

He started out with a brutal hard fuck. Peter’s cock was hard and the soft grunting moans that were forced out of him with the hard slap of Tony’s hips against his ass were signs of his pleasure. But Tony knew that was just a little rough foreplay. Not nearly enough to make the kid come untouched. Just a little… warming up.

“I’m not there yet,” Peter said smugly between his forced breaths.

Tony’s hand moved from Peter’s shoulder and tangled into his curly hair, grabbing a handful and tugging hard, pulling the kid’s head back. Peter cried out but pushed his ass back onto Tony’s cock, meeting his thrust and grinding in tight circles, pulsing around him. Tony registered the reaction. He had the kid’s number.

“I’m just starting, Peter.” His voice was gruff and deep. He knew the reaction it could cause. And the reaction that would come from hearing a slave say his name. He watched Peter fight back his whimpers by biting his lip. “I told you, I don’t come fast. Not even for a tight little piece of ass like you. I’ll get you there when I’m damn good and ready to get you there.”

He let go of Peter’s hair by roughly pushing his head away, as if he was done with his insolence. Reversing their positions. It was risky. It was all risky. Peter could decide after that he regretted the idea of letting a slave get away with treating him that way. But it felt so good to be able to be himself for even a little while. And the risk might pay off. The kid might not have regrets. A life of fucking that pretty kid and getting to pretend that he was still himself was better than what he was doing. Even though that was better than field work. He started to show off.

One hand firmly on Peter’s hip, the other on his cock, he thrust in at a downward angle, still hard, but slower on entry to drag the head of his cock over Peter’s prostate. Once he was past that spot about two inches in, he sped up his stroke until he was buried deep. Peter’s sharp moan and arch of his back was rewarding. So he did it again. Until the kid’s back was broken out in sweat and his moans were caught on quick shallow panting. One last time to make Peter scream then he went back to hard and fast and straight in. Peter’s cock was dripping a pool of precome on the garage floor.

“You all right baby boy?” Tony crooned. He covered the kid’s back with his solid muscular body. Letting him feel the weight.

“Tony, please!” Peter’s words were drawn out impossibly long on a high pitched whimper.

Oh that was rewarding. Having his ‘Master’ beg him.

“No. I’m not ready to come. You want it, work that ass on my dick, Peter. I’ll make you come just before I do. Gonna fill you up, kid.

“No you’re not.”

Tony chuckled. “That’s cute that you think you still have any say in this.”

He watched the shudder work all the way up Peter’s spine. The kid wanted to get fucked by a man and there weren’t any in his life, just simpering slaves and weak little boys like himself who pretended to be men.

Tony reached under Peter and wrapped his arm around his chest. He raised him off the workbench, halfway between bent and standing. He held him close, touching him with his body, running his hand up the kid’s chest to tease and pinch at a nipple for awhile. Before he ran his hand higher and shoved two of his dirty fingers into Peter’s mouth when he opened it to cry out to a sharp snap of Tony’s hips. Peter sucked on his fingers. Tony pushed them in deeper as he fucked into him. Peter sucked harder, drool running out of his mouth as Tony pressed his fingers down onto his tongue.

With his foot, he pushed Peter’s legs closer together, making him tighter around his cock. He widened his stance and fucked upward into the kid. The new angle hit his prostate more times than not.

“Fuck kid,” Tony groaned, long and low. “You’ve probably been fucked dozens of times, but never with a man’s cock. You’re so tight on me you almost feel cherry.”

He hit the spot again and Peter cried out his name, broken and desperate and needy.

“Wanna come baby?”

“Oh yes! Yes Tony! Please!”

Tony kept one hand high on the kid’s chest, the other he put low on his stomach, splayed out, warm and rough and dirty all over that soft pale white skin. He pressed in slightly as he started to fuck with an aim to sending the kid over. He always loved making guys come from nothing but getting their ass fucked. Being able to do that a lot… well… there was a reason he had the reputation he did.

“Tony!” Peter called out his name sharply as he painted the front of the workbench with his come.

He nipped at Peter’s ear. “Told you you’d remember my name,” he growled as he started to quickly work to his finish. Peter quaked in his arms. Shuddered. Whined. Riding the high of his orgasm. His cock still twitched and dripped as Tony fucked him through it.

“Got you all dirty,” Tony grunted. “Pretty baby.” He pulled Peter down onto his cock, burying in as deep as he could go. He groaned loudly as he came inside the kid who said he wouldn’t be allowed to do so. “Got you dirtier,” he said, kicking the kid’s legs apart so his come dripped out of Peter’s ass down onto his thighs when he pulled out.

Tony put his cock back into his pants and walked back over to his work. Leaving Peter there, holding onto the edge of the workbench, gasping, his shorts down around his ankles. His ass totally wrecked. He picked up the hammer and started reshaping the tractor’s fender.

“Stick around and look pretty for me and I’ll get it up faster for round two. Those lips will be sweet wrapped around my cock.”

~~~~~

Richard snorted a laugh. “It figures you would find him and make him fuck you. I appreciate the fact that you find the slave who had a reputation for being a good fuck and want to have him as your sex slave. But I need a mechanic on the ranch. He was the best in the world at what he did — both as a mechanic and as a piece of ass. You get him after he’s done his work. I’ll cut his hours from twelve to ten. Getting your ass fucked doesn’t take that long.”

“Maybe not the way you do it,” Peter muttered. “Twelve to eight,” he bargained. “And if I’m in the mood, he sleeps with me.”

“I don’t care if he sleeps with you or sleeps with you, but he will be woken up at four thirty to start his day like the rest of the slaves. I’ll give you eight, but I expect him to complete a full workload in those eight. You know what I do to slaves who slack off.”

“I don’t care about that, as long as I can have him from the time he gets done working for you until the time he has to go back to it.”

“Christ, Peter. How long does it take him to fuck you?”

“Hours,” Peter said dreamily. “He can go three times if he has enough inspiration.” Peter smiled wickedly. “I was inspiring.”

Richard snorted again. “Slaves always brag about their skills. I knew Tony Stark. He was more ego than anything. That’s when he wasn’t busy being the world’s most famous drunk who let a multi-billion dollar tech conglomerate be mismanaged out from under him. But if you think he’s actually any good… one use for a slave’s as good as another. I’d be a hypocrite if I kept you from using a piece of meat to get off with. You’re welcome to him. But the minute your play time interferes with his primary use, he’s gone from your bed. And the punishment he’ll get for having wasted my time thinking he’s gone back to fucking for a living is going to be severe.”

~~~~~

Peter liked him dirty. Fresh off the day’s work. Sweaty and with a strong scent. The kid was an absolutely greedy cock whore for him. Whining and whimpering and begging for it. He let him come on his face. In his ass, down his throat, splattered up his back. And he’d wear it from one go til the next. Sometimes even all night as they slept tangled together.

Despite being his owner, Peter was considerate of Tony’s schedule. He always got a good night’s sleep and in the mornings, Peter often woke up with him and showered with him and had breakfast with him. Which wasn’t the bland goop they dished out in the slave quarters. Tony tasted bacon and eggs and pancakes again. Just like he used to have at home. The good food and the good sleep made his workday more efficient. And the regular orgasms didn’t hurt it either.

Nor did the post-fuck affectionate come-down they spent together.

They’d been fucking for almost two months when Peter curled up along Tony’s side. “Tony?” he asked softly.

“Yeah baby?” Tony pressed his face into Peter’s sweat soaked curls. He’d just given the kid his first experience with multiple orgasms. Peter was glowing, his body still soft and suffering the occasional shudder still running through him. Raising them both together slightly, Tony reached down the bed for the soft duvet and pulled it over Peter before the kid got chilled. Tony was always too hot to be covered, but Peter ran cold. “What do you need, precious?”

Peter looked up at Tony. “You.”

Tony snorted. “You own me. That’s not a problem.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Peter said sadly. “I want you.”

“Baby, if things were different, you’d have me too.” Tony ran his hand down Peter’s back underneath the covers. “You’re beautiful. I always liked beautiful things.”

“Is that all I’d be to you?” He nuzzled his face against the solid muscle of Tony’s chest.

“I don’t know, Pete.” It was hard to keep off the kid. He’d touch and he’d kiss whatever he could get to. Peter was like a sweet, sweet wine and he wanted every drop. But he knew to keep his distance. Everything was at the suffrage of his owner, Richard Parker. A fucking mediocre chemical engineer who got lucky with a couple of patents and retired early to play country squire on a slave-run ranch.

“You wouldn’t want me?”

“Oh baby, I’d want you plenty. That ass of yours is fuckin’ heaven.”

“Oh,” Peter said quietly.

“Pete, I don’t know you. I don’t know if I would’ve wanted more than to keep you in my bed for awhile. I know I was looking. Fucking around was losing its appeal. Sort of ‘been there done that’ and I’d fucked my way through the best ass in L.A. It was getting repetitive. But would it have been you? Who knows. All I know is that it isn’t you now. I don’t get to make those choices.”

“If you did?”

Tony snorted. “Do you have any idea of how much Obie drove Stark into debt? I’d be a slave for a hundred lifetimes if they could make me that long. And after all that, he still lost my fuckin’ company,” Tony said bitterly.

“Speculating about ifs?” Tony continued. “That’s a free man’s game. My only ‘if’ is if you’re gonna get bored with me or if your father gets a better offer than my value and sells me. That’s my fuckin’ if. This? This is all playing games, baby boy. They’re fun games and I enjoy the hell out of getting to pretend that I’m still me. But it’s a fuckin’ game that a free boy gets to play with my body that he owns.

“So would I want to keep you if I was still free? What the fuck difference does it make in the world I live in now?”

“But I like you, Tony.” Peter said hesitantly. “I more than like you.”

Tony snorted again. “You like my dick up your ass. You don’t know me, kid. You have no idea what I was like, what I did every day, what my real work was, the way my mind worked, nothing. So you ‘more than like me’. How the fuck can you do that, huh Pete? Now, do you wanna fuck again or do you wanna keep playing with my head. You own me. Your choice.”

Peter rolled away from Tony and they both went to sleep.

~~~~~

“Get cleaned up and meet me downstairs in the lab,” Peter said when Tony came in after his workday.

So more head-fucking and less dick-fucking for the day. Tony went to Peter’s room, showered, and dressed in a clean set of work clothes. He went downstairs to the last place in the world that he wanted to be. He’d rather be out in the fields. Ever since Richard Parker recognized him, he’d been worried about this. The bastard earning money off of his real skills. He decided when he got noticed that if it ever did happen, he’d sabotage the effort. He’d let the fucker beat him to death before he let him earn a penny off of what his brain could do.

“Yes, Young Master?” Tony asked once he was downstairs.

“This is dad’s space, mine’s over here.”

It reminded him of how it was in Howard’s house. There was Howard’s lab and workshop, much bigger than his and separated distinctly. Apparently it worked the same for Richard. Though Tony hadn’t realized that Peter was anything but a bubble butt airhead spoiled rotten twink. Not that he had a lab downstairs with his dad.

“I’ve been working on this new adhesive threading. Woven together I think it would be useful in a lot of ways,” Peter explained as he brought out his notes and samples of his work.

“I wasn’t a chemist, Young Master.” Inside the house, they had to revert to putting the ‘young’ in front of the designation because Richard was often around. “Your work is outside my area of expertise.” He hoped that would be the end of it. It wasn’t.

“3D manipulation of the chemical model would help. I don’t have the means for it. I’ve tried every modeling software that’s out there. No one at Stark has been able to get into your AI and retrieve your work. You used to have a 3D modeling table. I saw pictures of it in a journal when I was a kid.”

“I had no idea you were a chemist like the Master, Young Master.”

“I dropped out of college. Dad was pissed, but as long as I’m working and being self-taught, he deals with it. I don’t work a lot. He drives me nuts and I hate being down here. If I lived on my own, I’d do more, but… he holds the purse strings.”

Tony swallowed back a bitter chuckle. He remembered those days. The struggle to get a dime out of Howard while he was at MIT. “Well, if they can’t get the 3D table design out, it must be for a good reason, Young Master,” Tony said, meeting Peter’s eye with resolution.

“They can’t get any designs out. They can’t even get your AI, JARVIS, to be anything other than minimally functional.”

The corner of Tony’s mouth quirked up in a smirk. He’d tried to blackmail Obie into saving his ass by locking everything he’d ever worked on tightly away. Stane was convinced that his engineering team would be enough to keep Stark afloat. It wasn’t. Rather than let himself follow Tony into debt slavery, he flew his plane into the Pacific Ocean. Stark Industries was broken up and sold. Including the brand name. His name. Before his sale, Tony sent JARVIS off to the far reaches. A bit here, a bit there, seemingly unconnected but actually very much connected. JARVIS was just as capable as he was three years ago. And he still kept all of Tony’s secrets.

“I need your help with this, Tony,” Peter asked. His voice had a touch of the pleading tone it did when they were fucking.

“That’s nice,” Tony said harshly. “You’re not getting it.”

“You have to.”

“Yeah, no. Go on. Tell your father I’m uncooperative. I don’t give a fuck. You get my body. He gets my hands. Nobody gets my brain. So fuck you, Young Master,” Tony said with bitter sarcasm.

Peter turned, smiling, and ran to Tony. He stood on tiptoes and hugged his neck. “I love you,” he whispered into his ear.

Tony blinked, confused. “Wha…?”

“You refused me. You. Tony Stark, not Tony the slave.”

He snorted. “Oh joy. I’m still me inside here. I’m sure that’ll be beaten out of me soon enough. You’re an idiot, Peter.” He turned away and headed for the stairs. “I’ll be sleeping in the slave quarters with the rest of the ones like me.”

“Tony, stop. Please.”

On the first step, Tony turned. “Why? You want me in your bed tonight instead? Sure. Whatever the Young Master desires. You want my cock hard, just put those lips on it. You can ride me until you get yourself off. You wanna find out what it’s like to fuck someone? Not like I can stop you.” He stepped down and strode menacingly toward Peter. “I have one thing. One thing. And no one is getting that. You or Richard or whoever can flay my back until there’s not a scrap of skin left on it. You. Don’t. Get. It,” he spat. “You don’t get me.” He stood there quivering with anger.

“Is there a problem, Peter?” Richard said, walking through the door. He glared at Tony.

“No father. No problem. You know the kind of thing I like,” Peter said, with a flirty smirk. He walked over to Tony and ran his hand up the man’s arm. “I like this kind of thing right here. Rough and dirty with an absolutely huge dick that fucks like a beast.”

Richard chuckled. “That is far too much information, Peter.” He looked around Peter’s lab. “Keep your toys where they belong and not where they don’t.”

Peter climbed a few steps to stand above Tony. He reached down and tangled his fingers in the man’s thick hair and gave it a little tug. He looked at his father with a smug smile. “C’mon baby. I’ve got a hot hungry hole that needs filling.”

Richard shook his head and went back to his own lab.

~~~~~

“Are you having fun, Young Master?” Tony asked, a vicious tone in his voice, once they reached Peter’s bedroom and the door was shut behind them.

“God Tony stop that. You know I like it when you call me Peter.”

“Whatever you command, Peter.”

“Stop!” Tears ran down Peter’s face.

“I don’t know what you think is going to come of this. So you got me to remember who I was. So you think you fell in love with that man, a man you never knew and never will know. What, exactly, do you think any of this changes!”

“I don’t know!” Peter swiped at his eyes. “I just want you to be you. I want you to go home and to have your business back and to have your life back. I want you to be happy. I want to have a chance to get to know that man you say I don’t know. I want you to have your work back. I want you to have your inventions back. I want you to have JARVIS back. I w…”

Tony laughed bitterly. “Oh that’s a good game, Richard!” Tony shouted. “I assume you’re watching from somewhere, you pathetic little social climbing nobody! Sending your son to be a cute little piece of ass to soften me up. Whimpering at me with talk of twu wuv. You don’t think I can resist a good fuck? That I’m as weak willed as you are, you fucking cheat. Wanna tell Mary how many free mistresses you’ve had on the string over the years in addition to your pieces of slave ass? I don’t let my dick lead me everywhere, unlike you. I wasn’t anywhere near the playboy and the drunk I was made out to be. You’re a bigger imbecile than I thought you were if you believed that. How the hell could I have done the work I did if I was always staring at the bottom of a bottle like your wife? I was betrayed! I will let you torture me and tear me into little pieces and tear those little pieces into littler pieces before you get a single line of JARVIS’ code!”

“Tony I…”

“Oh shut the fuck up, Peter.” Tony took Peter by his upper arms and pushed him back to bounce on the bed. “I’m tired of the damn game.” He looked down at the boy coldly. “You bore me.” He walked out Peter’s balcony door, down the outer stairs, and went back to the garage the kid took him out of.

~~~~~

“Tire of your toy already, Peter?” Richard asked him a couple of days later, noting the lack of late night sounds from his son’s room.

Peter rolled his eyes. “God dad, seriously.”

“Lover’s spat?”

“Would you please!”

“Peter, if you want Stark back in your bed, I’ll order him back in your bed. If you’re done with him, I’ll make sure he stays away and fill his days with so much work he won’t have time to even think about you. I know it’s easy to get little crushes on slaves, but you have to remember who you are and what they are. Not what they used to be. Keep everyone in their proper place and the world turns smoothly.”

Peter huffed and shook his head, pushing away from the table to head upstairs to his room.

“So what’ll it be? Your bed or the garage?” Richard asked.

“Leave it the fuck alone! That’s what it’ll be!”

“Peter, language,” his mother slurred as he disappeared from the room.

~~~~~

Peter spent every afternoon for a week sitting on the fence railing, watching Tony work in the garage. The man never once looked up at him.

In the early morning, he rode off on his horse to parts unknown, coming back just in time to take up his fence sitting. When dinner was called, he ate quickly then locked himself in his room.

“Can you prove it?” Peter asked, finally hopping down off the fence and standing in the garage doorway.

“Prove what, Young Master?” Tony asked. He set down his tools and obediently stood still, his eyes cast downward.

“That you were betrayed.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Young Master. With your permission, the Master wishes this baler in working condition by tonight.”

“Tony, will you get over this? I’m trying to help you,” Peter said, stepping closer.

Tony didn’t move, but neither did he respond to Peter’s nearness. “I stand where the Master orders me to stand, Young Master. At this time, I am ordered to this garage.

Peter pushed himself to sit on the workbench. “Then don’t let me keep you from your work, slave,” he said, staring the man down.

They were like that until dinner was called. Peter watched while Tony worked, ignoring him. Peter went in and soon came back with a plate heaping full of food. He pushed back up on the workbench and resumed watching Tony as he ate. He heard a small snort of derision from the other side of the machine Tony was working on.

Four thirty the next morning, Peter was sitting on the workbench eating breakfast when Tony arrived to his duties.

“Kid, if you think a plate of bacon and eggs or roast beef is going to get you anywhere nearer to what your father wants…” he chuckled.

“Can you prove you were betrayed?”

“Gonna reopen my case?” Tony asked as he checked the schedule of work for the day. “How magnanimous of you. You think Richard’s gonna let you take one of his most profitable assets from him? Seriously kid, I don’t know what kind of game the two of you are playing now, but I’ve got work to do.”

Tony started his work and kept at it as he kept up his line of patter. “Don’t you have… I dunno… some high bred pretty boy to fuck you by now? Your father’s gotta be looking to marry you off to someone from a more socially acceptable family than that of a former middle manager at Dow. He’ll set you and your hubby up with a surrogate to produce the next Parker heir. Make you into a little boy-mommy.” Tony moved about the workshop, taking care of minor jobs. “And when he’s done stuffing his little dick up your empty hole and failing to make you come with it, you can go have a wank in the shower and remember what it was like to have mine, making you come so many times you were lying there, twitching, cock dry and still coming on my cock.”

Peter stormed out of the workshop.

“You shouldn’t talk to the Young Master that way,” the new slave, Quentin, who’d been bought to be Tony’s assistant, said. “Someone might tell the Master.”

“Get the fuck out of my workshop, Beck. I fired you once, I’m firing you again.”

“You can’t fire me, Stark. I was bought to work on the equipment, same as you.”

Tony threw a wrench at the other man’s head. “There’s a stalled tractor in the south pasture. Take that and get the fuck out.” The other man stalked over to him. Tony smirked. “You sure you wanna play that hand?” He got up in Beck’s face and marched him backwards out of the garage. Tony nodded to the door track in the floor. “That’s the line. Stay your ass on that side of it and out of my goddamn shop. Next time I won’t miss.” Tony picked up a tool bag and dropped it on the outside of the door-line. “South pasture. Tractor. If you think you can manage it.”

Tony doubted he could. Programming had been Beck’s field. Richard was stupid enough not to know, or not to care, about the difference between an engineer and a software engineer. There was a reason why Stark’s chemical division had taken a pass on Parker’s resume when it came across their desk.

~~~~~

The very latest model of tractor came with every bell and whistle imaginable. GPS, computer monitors, radio tracking, all the mod cons if a driver wanted to get inside, not that one was needed. They ran themselves.

Tony smiled once Richard took delivery of it and went back inside, leaving him to prepare it for work. Beck crossed the line to make a pest of himself.

“Get that tractor working yet?” Tony asked with a smirk.

“That’s more your line of work. The software on this is more mine.”

“Uh huh. Just how many Turing capable neural net artificial intelligences have you created? You can come back into my shop once you’ve got one under your belt. There’s a tractor you’ve been trying to get running for three days waiting for you.”

“It’s supposed to rain today,” Beck groused.

“Sounds like you’re gonna get wet.”

In the cab of the new tractor, Tony went to work. “Hello J, how’ve you been?”

“Fine, sir. Everything’s secure. May I say what a pleasure it is to hear from you again.”

“Same, J, same.” Tony dropped his voice to a low mutter. “Hear me like this? No earpiece?”

“Without difficulty.”

“Fine. You go silent. Display only. First order of business, you’re to cause a fault somewhere in this fuckin’ thing to get it in here every six to ten days, randomized.

~~~~~

“It’s back in the shop again?” Richard asked Tony.

“They’re fiddly things, Master,” Tony explained. “More advanced means more things to go wrong.”

“It’s because they’re controlled by computers, Master,” Beck volunteered. “More my field than a simple mechanic’s.”

Tony chuckled derisively. “Master, I don’t know what the auctioneer told you about this one… It’s a shame what they’ll do to take advantage of a good man. He lasted less than six months at Stark. Incompetent — he failed to complete one single project on time or under budget. Falsified education records — a UCLA drop out who never saw the inside of Caltech’s cafeteria, much less a classroom. But the kicker was that he was mentally unstable. Attacked three of his co-workers, Master. Without provocation. I hope that the thief who sold him to you sold him cheap.”

Beck looked apoplectic and about to prove the ‘mentally unstable’ accusation with one of his balled up fists to his former boss’ face.

“Thanks for that warning, Tony.” Richard said, looking Beck up and down. “As I recall, you were a computer expert as well as a mechanic.”

“A small skill, Master,” Tony demurred. “I’ll have this up and working for you before lunch.”

After a little over a month of continual faults, Tony convinced Richard that the best course of action was to bring the new, computer controlled tractor in for brief, once weekly, preventative maintenance. Scheduled for right before Tony’s workshift ended for the night, when there was no one around to see, or hear, what he was doing.

Beck never darkened the workshop door after Tony told Richard about him. And Peter too stayed away.

~~~~~

“You’re doing something, Tony,” Peter said, taking up his long-disused perch on the top of Tony’s workbench.

“Yes, Young Master. I’m cleaning the rust off the bumper of this 49 Mercury 8 Coupe the Master found under a tarp in the old barn.” Yeah, if the ‘old tarp’ was wherever the hell his cars had been sold, and this one left out to get all fucked up.

“No, that’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“I’m sorry Young Master, I don’t presume to know what you think I know.”

Peter laughed. “That was yours.”

“Really,” Tony drawled. “I never would’ve known from the Stark 15 license plate your father ‘conveniently’ left in the trunk.”

“Richard’s a shithead.”

“You’d know best, since the apple never falls far from the tree.”

“Dammit Tony! How long are you going to…”

“Going to what? I’m not the one with the power to keep me out of your bed. Or in it.”

“You’re working on something.”

“Yes, Peter. I’m working on one of my cars that your father, or whoever had it before him, treated like crap and let the chrome blister and rust.” He clicked his tongue as he pushed a fruit tree pit off the hood. It left a acid-eaten flaw in the finish. “That was factory paint. Not a dent on her. Engine perfect. She’ll never be what she was. She’s worthless, no matter what I do to fix her. Not that Richard will know the difference.”

“What is it?”

“A… bumper?” Tony said, playing dumb.

“I could help you, you know?”

Tony snorted. “I heard that offer before. Come up with something original.” He paused. “Or are you still a boring fuck.”

~~~~~

“Dad’s worried.”

Tony crawled out from under the car and looked over at Peter, where he always was when he came to pester him. “‘Dad’?”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Dad, Richard, whatever. It doesn’t matter. He’s worried.”

“And this concerns me, how?”

“I think it’s bad, Tony.”

“As I said.”

Peter pushed himself off the workbench in a huff. “If the ranch goes under, you’ll be sold with the property!”

“And, as I said, this concerns me… how? I’m a slave. Of course I’ll be sold with the rest of Richard’s property.”

“This is your fault!”

Tony chuckled. “You have amazing faith in my ability to do anything from my position.”

“It is!”

Tony pushed himself back under the car. “If I’m sold off for Richard’s debts, I won’t be the only one, Peter.”

Peter pulled on Tony’s feet, yanking him out from under the car again. “Do you hate me that much?”

“To hate someone, you have to care. I don’t give a damn about you, Peter, one way or the other.”

~~~~~

“Nice to see you back, Mr. Stark,” the oily, obsequious man who welcomed him into the auction house said.

“You never saw me before. I never bought slaves.”

“I merely meant…”

“I know what you meant.” Tony brushed past the man.

“Someone who didn’t have a taste for it, yet here you are.”

“Looking for more lab rats for your failed experiments, Killian?”

Tony went to the bank of auction agents. He whispered in the woman’s ear and left just as the auctioneer called out, “Parker Estate, lot one.”

~~~~~

“You were working on something,” Peter said from his position, his ankle chained to the foot of Tony’s bed, when the man arrived home.

“A bumper, as I recall.”

“How?”

Tony undid his tie and started to undress. “A fatal mistake.”

“What was it he did?”

“Aren’t you an insolent little slave, asking all those questions of your master.”

“I wouldn’t be a slave if it wasn’t for you.”

“Really,” Tony said in that same slow drawl he did the last time he saw Peter. “You’re a bright boy, baby. If you figure it out, I’ll fuck you and instead of fucking whatever boy I bring home from the party tonight.”

“It’s why you got rid of Quentin,” Peter said with a sly smile as Tony came out of the dressing room, changing into his evening clothes.

“I got rid of Beck because he pissed me off. Again.”

“Maybe. That wasn’t why though.”

“Do tell, Peter, why did I get rid of Beck?”

“He was the only one other than you who knew computers.”

“I’m sure you know your way around a keyboard.”

“Well duh. But I wasn’t out in the workshop.”

“You were out there too much,” Tony said, continuing to change his clothes. They were a few years out of fashion — almost four to be precise — but black tie didn’t change much.

“Yes, but I hardly took interest in Richard’s new, computer controlled, tractor.”

Tony’s lips quirked up as he fastened his watch on his wrist. Worth more than what Peter went for. “So I had computer access? How did that help me? It wasn’t connected to the internet.”

“Oh please, Tony. It had GPS. Satellite connections. All you had to do was aim the GPS at a different satellite. Like one that Stark Industries used to own.”

“Hmm. Still don’t see how that…”

“JARVIS. God, Tony. I had Richard convinced I was an idiot. I didn’t think I had you convinced.”

“Well, it wasn’t like you had me with you to show off your scintillating conversation skills. You had better things to do with your mouth. Which I look forward to finding out if you’re as good at when you’re not the one in charge.”

“Well?” Peter asked. “Are you coming home alone?”

“You have the method, but how?” He propped his foot up on the edge of the bed to tie his shoe. “It’s some whoeverthefuck’s birthday. Producer. Fond of pretty young men. Sure to be plenty to choose from for me to bring home. Maybe I’ll let you suck him off while I fuck him.

“Gotta go. Happy’s going to swing me by Audi to pick up my new car. Seems like they love having me promote them again.”

“Did you get Stark Industries back?” Peter asked.

Tony laughed. “Of course.”

“All of it?”

“What do you think?”

“I think you got every bit of it back except the chemical division that Richard bought cheap.”

“I did make the others better offers,” he admitted. “But Stark Chemical is back in the fold now, since Richard’s play at country squire failed. I even own your father, pet. I never ran Stark on slaves, not when so many need work. But even at a good salary, it’s always hard to find tank scrubbers. And I don’t have to pay a slave haz-mat pay.”

“What happened to mom?” Peter asked, a little quietly.

“No fuckin’ clue. Don’t care.” He heard Peter sniffle. “Yeah, she was your mom. She also beat the hell out of a kitchen slave for breaking a plate. She had a mean hand with a cane, and because she was drunk all the time, her aim sucked. The girl died. So spare me your fuckin’ tears. You’re lucky you have a tight ass and are cute. That wouldn't have gone well for you if I hadn’t taken a liking to your mouth.”

“You started out with JARVIS working from the outside in,” Peter said quickly, answering the ‘how’. “First, set up a dummy corporation in the name of someone you trust who wasn’t more than an employee. I expect Pepper Potts is the new CEO of Stark Industries,” Peter continued evenly. “Name brand came cheapest. Gotta get your name back first and foremost. Divisions, cheapest inward.

“No.” Peter stopped. “That’s wrong.” He looked around the room. “You wouldn’t have had to go cheap. You had assets never disclosed. Swiss. Hard, not currency, not electronic. Gold. Gems?” He looked at Tony sideways. “Oh yeah. Pretty sparkly things. Rich dad like yours musta spent a fortune on his trophy wife. Gold and gems. JARVIS gave Ms. Potts the number. Now the buyback is fully funded. But that’s not going to get you your freedom. You were forty billion in debt. What was left of Stark wasn’t worth anywhere near that much.” Peter closed his eyes. “Your patent files, those were bought back in your scheme, but now owned by the dummy, unable to be used. Work in progress at the time of your sale… sure. That might get you a little, but there was no guarantee to whoever funded you that your plan would work and it wouldn’t be a worthless investment because you’d still be a slave.”

Peter laughed. “You sold the only thing you wouldn’t give up. Him.” Peter nodded up at the ceiling where he’d heard the disembodied voice when he was brought in and chained to Tony’s bed.

“Not exactly, but close enough. His brother, TADASHI. Not quite as versatile or intelligent, but enough. Look for a new interface on the next gen i devices. Of course the next Stark devices will make those obsolete before they hit the consumer as I downport some of JARVIS’ most basic functions, but give them his brand name, that everyone knows is my personal creation. Sorry, J.”

“That’s entirely fine, sir. The proliferation of my code through hundreds of thousands of devices…”

“That’s enough, J,” Tony said warningly. “So I guess I’m coming home alone tonight, Scheherazade.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “I suck at storytelling.”

Tony chuckled. “Good thing you don’t suck at sucking. Ever get your face fucked, baby boy?” Tony shrugged into his jacket. “Just a little something for you to look forward to when I get back.”

“Two last questions,” Peter called out just before Tony left the room.

Tony smiled. “Make them good.”

“The fatal mistake.”

He laughed. “Letting my car get ruined.”

“Seriously?”

Tony shrugged. “It was the one I never drove. I drive all my cars. Even the Shelby. But that one had less than a hundred miles on it. Showroom. And it was pristine. One hundred percent factory condition. Much like Richard claimed, it was found under a tarp in an old barn. So yes. That was your father’s fatal mistake.” He paused. “Question two?”

“‘I wouldn’t be a slave if it wasn’t for you’.” Peter quoted himself.

“Not exactly a question. And its answer self-evident in the previous.

“A car. For want of a car, I’d be free.”

“People have been sold for less. I was always going to regain my freedom and my company. Once Obie was dead, there was no reason to stay a slave. I just had to survive long enough to get the pieces to fall into place. Get sold to the right person. One who would recognize me. One who would let me work at what I’m good at.”

“You had this all set up?”

“‘I had Richard convinced I was an idiot. I didn’t think I had you convinced’,” he tossed back. “Have a lovely evening, Peter. Your chain reaches the bathroom. Be clean, prepared, and naked when I get home.”

“When will that be?” Peter asked.

“When I walk through that door ready to use your body however I see fit, slave.”