Welcome to our first year of the Peter Parker Bingo! For this event, we welcome anything and everything that has to do with our friendly neighborhood spider-man!
We want to share with you the rules and some frequently asked questions, as well as our schedule for this event, which you can find in the links above or in our bio! SIGN-UPS ARE OPEN NOW! SIGN UP HERE! Cards will be sent out starting July 1st.
We're hosting this event from July 1st to December 31st, with sign ups ending August 10th. After August 10th, late sign-ups will be available with pre-made cards.
We can't wait to see all of your wonderful submissions! Please be patient with us; this is our first event and there might be a few bugs!
Thank you to everyone who participated in Round 1 of the Peter Parker Bingo! We hope you all had fun writing — we had fun seeing what amazing things you all created!
Please let us know if we’ve missed any masterlists! We'll be sure to reblog them as soon as possible!
We hope to see you all for a potential Round 2 in a few months, so look out for that!
Hia! I was wondering if it was too early to ask if there will be a round two and when that will be announced?
Hi baby! The mods still have to talk it over! We've decided if we do come back next year the event is going to last 3 months instead of 6, but we'll definitely let you all know when we come to a decision!
Masterlists are due in one week! Please have a masterlist posted before or on January 7th, and make sure to tag our account and/or use the tag #peterparkerbingo2021 so we can see them and reblog!
We're so grateful for all of our participants and we hope you guys had a lot of fun this year!
Best Alpha Ever | Fill: Thigh F*cking — Peter always tries his best to be a good omega—the best omega—for his alpha. But sometimes, even good omegas need a little bit of extra attention. AKA the one where Peter acts out and gets himself into trouble. Tony’s all too eager to teach him a lesson.
Fly on the Wall | Fill: Chained to the Bed — BAMF Peter rescues Tony and rides him in front of the bad guy.
Peter steals Tony’s sweater (fanart) | Fill: Sharing Clothes — Peter likes to wear Tony’s clothes.
The Wolf’s Flower Boy | Fill: Flower Shop AU — The one where mafia boss Tony and flower shop owner Peter get together for weekly picnics. This time, Peter’s asked Tony for a favour, so now, Tony expects payment—in the form of a kiss.
my sweet and tender prince | Fill: Royalty AU — “If I make you spill first, I get to ride across the field and declare that I’ve won the war. If I make you spill first, your kingdom becomes mine, Exalted.”
Something More | Fill: Str*pper/Er*tic Dancer — Tony needs a date, so he hires a stripper. And then he finds out that Peter is smarter than half the interns in his company.
Give Me a Call, Daddy | Fill: Exhibitionism — Tony’s not usually so dry with his texts, but a pretty boy riding a d*ldo and holding a v*brator to his leaking cock is proving to be a bit difficult for him to handle.
Superior | Fill: Superior Iron Man —“Together, Peter, we’ll be superior.”
Overstimulation | Fill: Overstimulation — My thoughts on how Peter and Tony would both react if they're overstimulated.
Baby’s Job | Fill: Distracting with Affection — Peter spends the whole day worrying about his brave Daddy who goes out as Iron Man to save the world. When Tony gets home, Peter makes sure that he's okay.
Rose in the Water | Fill: Skinny Dipping — Thor teaches Peter not to be shy.
Hero Worship | Fill: Adopted — Tony is given an omega by the government for his heroic deeds.
Man in a Uniform | Fill: Uniform K*nk — Tired cop Tony finds Peter and his friends smoking weed in a quiet section of the park. Peter flirts his way out.
Lower the Partition | Fill: Human Pet — “Behave like a bratty puppy, get punished like one.” Peter wants Daddy's attention. He gets it, and more.
One Way Home | Fill: Free Space — “Be careful what you wish for, Parker.” “...Mr. Stark? Is that— you’re… here?” “Not exactly. But close enough, little lamb.”
Counting to 100 | Fill: Villain Redemption — The one where the Superior Iron Man finds himself having a soft spot for Little!Peter who regresses after a stressful day as Spider-Man.
Biting | Fill: Biting — Alpha!Bucky and omega!Peter love marking up each other’s necks.
Secret Agents | Fill: Enemies to Lovers — “Director, with all due respect, I’m not working with someone who’s going to need a diaper change every two hours.”
Cooking Together — little!peter and daddy!tony cooking
I feel like every time I make one of these masterposts I'm always wishing I wrote more as I have yet again not completed a bingo.
But thank you so much to @peterparkerbingo for hosting.
Card Number 67 - Every-Marveler-Ever
Coffee Shop AU: Love In Fanfiction - Assumed novel writer, by Peter, and coffeeshop owner it’s like a love made in fanfiction. [0.5 K]
Babysitter: Party Cancelled - The whole room seems to shift, facing towards her. “Aren’t you going out with friends-” “-they cancelled.” Tony’s sceptic, “okay.” [0.4 K]
Murder Mystery: When You Put Authors In A Room - They're all authors, peter hosts a murder mystery party and chaos ensures [0.5 K]
Best Damn Snuggles | G | None for Peter, Stucky | 666w | Cuddle Buddies
Satans In Red | T | None | 806w | Handcuffed Together
It’s All Ned’s and The Bugle’s Fault | T | SpideyChelle | 2.1k | Lost A Bet
I only managed to do 6 of these, and I did not get a Bingo (as you can see below the cut on the card) but I’m not dissapointed because this was fun for me! Loved the event, it’s just that when I signed up for this my Peter Parker hyperfixation was strong, and then only a few weeks later I was back to being a Sterek trash lmao.
Tho I might just complete this card… it’s too beautiful to go to waste, so maybe someday I’ll finish it on my own. Hope that’s fine?
Masterlists are due in one week! Please have a masterlist posted before or on January 7th, and make sure to tag our account and/or use the tag #peterparkerbingo2021 so we can see them and reblog!
We're so grateful for all of our participants and we hope you guys had a lot of fun this year!
The Boss's Boy - Happy/Peter one-shot with background Starker
Summary: Happy’s used to the beautiful men and women who come in and out of Tony’s life (aka bed) but there’s something about Peter, who’s different than all the people Tony’s had before. Happy pines after him and tries to resist when a sad and lonely Peter seduces him one night.
Warnings: nff, infidelity (implied Tony cheating on Peter; Peter cheats on Tony with Happy), voyeurism/exhibitionism (sort of)
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Happy has been Tony Stark’s chauffeur, bodyguard, wingman, for years and years now. He knows the man’s habits, what he likes and what he doesn’t like, which are important for things like moving him around throughout the day. But arguably more importantly, at least to his boss anyway, it’s also important for filtering the many, many people who vie for Tony’s attention.
Some eager hopeful would approach, Tony would pretend not to notice but he’d pause a little until Happy either gives an imperceptible shake of the head, no you wouldn’t like this one, or discreetly mutter, “they’re cute” and then Tony would deign to give them the time of day. Final decision lies with the boss obviously but Happy helps whittle down the candidates so as not to overwhelm him. Tony Stark’s is a hard life after all.
And so it goes. Happy helps get the people into Tony’s bed and Pepper kicks them out in the morning. It’s a system that works for their boss and it’s one that runs on pretty much the regular.
Until Peter that is.
Peter Parker is the boss’s latest plaything and he’s different than the usual in several ways. For one thing he’s young, younger than what Tony would usually go for. But he’s pretty. So pretty that he puts all the previous conquests to shame. With the boy’s big, innocent-looking brown eyes and slender, tight body, Happy thinks if he were in Tony’s shoes he’d shoot his shot too so it’s not like he blames him exactly. He just thinks it’d be a shame to see this one get discarded like all the others.
For another thing, Peter is genuinely, unabashedly a good person. Hanging off of a billionaire’s arm doesn’t turn him into a grating, entitled nightmare. He doesn’t look down that pretty nose at Happy like he’s ‘the help’ and not one of the very, very few people Tony actually trusts. All of Tony’s hook-ups are gorgeous, that’s for sure. But Peter is the only one Happy actually likes.
Happy ushers the couple out the back door of a club and into the car. Peter’s absolutely smashed. Tony’s been plying him with vodka shots and coke lines all night and he’s been taking it all like the real good boy that he is. He giggles as he stumbles into the backseat, crawling onto the leather upholstery, Tony climbing in predatorily after him.
Happy settles in the seat up front and drives them out of there. Behind him, Tony has Peter pinned against the seats, not so much kissing as devouring him, sloppy and inebriated as they both are.
“Mmh, Daddy, wait-,” Peter protests weakly, slightly muffled against the onslaught of Tony’s attention.
“Come on, baby, you’re so fucking hot tonight. I want you so bad,” Tony says in that coaxing drawl of his, the one Happy has often witnessed capable of literally dropping any pair of panties in the vicinity. It’s the one where Tony always gets his way.
“Happy’s right there.”
“He doesn’t mind. You don’t mind, do ya, Hap?” Tony does something that makes Peter let out a little squeal.
“Not at all, boss,” Happy answers, trying to sound as unaffected as he usually would. But his boss’s usual acquisitions have never been his type. This one, though, with his soft, breathy, little whimpers that he’s trying so hard to hold in, the way his wide, angelic eyes catch Happy’s shyly through the rear view mirror. Yeah, Happy’s starting to get hard in his suit pants.
“See? It’s all good, baby.”
Happy hears Peter let out a gasp that devolves into full on unrestrained moaning. Happy can’t help but take another peek through the rear view mirror, finding Peter with his head thrown back, mouth parted in pleasure as Tony latches onto his neck, one hand shoved inside the boy’s pants deep enough for Happy to know that he’s got a couple of fingers in him. Happy tears his eyes away to focus his attention back on the road before he wrecks his boss’s expensive car.
Peter’s moans get louder as he lets Tony defile him in the backseat. Happy turns the music up on the stereo as far as he could get away with it.
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Another thing that makes Peter different from all the rest is that he becomes a regular in Tony’s life. Tony has Happy pick the boy up from his apartment in Queens. He always looks so happy to see him, skipping down the steps in his tight-fitting faded jeans and soft-looking sweaters, a bright smile on his adorable face as though it’s Happy that he’s delighted to see and not the prospect of seeing his employer.
Happy would drive him to Tony’s penthouse at Stark Tower where the boy would spend the night, maybe two if Tony’s schedule allows it. Then in the morning Happy would drive him back to Queens, Peter in the passenger seat with a smile that’s a little more subdued, that pale, slender neck mottled with the marks of Tony’s ownership.
It’s the way of the world, Happy’s perfectly aware of this. Rich, handsome bastards get to fuck whoever the fuck they wanted. Men like Tony Stark get their pick of the endless parade of attractive people ready to spread their legs and begging to suck his cock. It’s not like this is anything new to Happy. But seeing someone that pretty, someone that pure get caught up in the debauched whirlwind that is Tony Stark’s life … there might be a tiny bit of resentment growing there.
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The event Tony’s invited to isn’t on home turf so the security isn’t under Happy’s jurisdiction. He trails loosely behind Tony and Peter, both resplendent in their expensive, tailored suits, watching closely as they make their way around the venue. It’s unlikely that there’d be a security breach at such a high profile event, but you never know.
It’s a work thing, Happy’s never privy to the details. But Stane’s there, and Happy’s never really liked the guy. He likes him even less when he approaches them with that sleazy smirk wrapped around a lit cigar, leering openly at Peter.
“Nice work, Tony,” Stane says appreciatively, gaze raking brazenly up and down Peter’s body.
“Ehh, what’s another award for innovations in science and technology?” Tony says dismissively, pretending not to know exactly what his mentor’s talking about.
“Well, it makes for a good image, that’s for sure,” Stane says, clearly still not talking about the award the company’s apparently there to receive.
Peter is trying not to show how uncomfortable he is, Happy can tell. He can see the way the boy’s grip tightens slightly on Tony’s bicep, but he keeps smiling and doesn’t say anything.
“Baby, why don’t you go get yourself a drink. I gotta talk shop for a bit,” Tony tells Peter.
Peter looks like the last thing he wants is to be left alone in an unfamiliar setting, but he nods all the same. Before he walks away, Tony pulls him in for a long kiss, open-mouthed and much too filthy for a public setting, a clear show of possession. Stane watches them hungrily as Peter pulls away, face flushed and cherry lips bitten red. Peter gives Happy an embarrassed glance before heading towards the bar.
Happy wants so much to go with him, doesn’t like the idea of Peter at the bar all by himself, looking the way he is, much too edible for his own good. But he’s Tony’s bodyguard, not Peter’s, and no matter how much he wants to guard the boy’s body (among other things), he’s being paid to stick with Tony.
While he makes sure Tony is safe enough with the people he talks to, Happy’s gaze can’t help but stray away from his charge and wander towards Peter. The boy is nursing a martini and watching Tony as the man moves around the room. Surprisingly, not many people approach him. It seems like most people at the party are well aware by now that the pretty thing belongs to Tony Stark.
Tony Stark himself isn’t exactly off-limits though. The people who approach him, men and women alike get all up in his space, letting him know that he’s welcome to do whatever he wants with them. Tony relishes the attention, even going so far as to let a particularly curvy brunette press her ample tits against his arm when he whispers something in her ear.
A glance towards the bar has Happy’s heart sinking to his stomach. Peter watches the whole thing with big, sad eyes, jaw clenched looking like he’s about to cry. For the first time in his career, Happy wants to sock his boss in face.
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Happy is doing that thing where he forces himself to carry an impossible number of grocery bags in the two hands he’s got so he doesn’t have to do it in multiple trips. Taking groceries up to the Stark penthouse isn’t a matter of walking a couple feet of driveway, it’s walking the length of the parking lot, then up eighty fucking floors in an elevator. No, he’s doing it in one trip.
Happy makes a beeline straight to the kitchen before the circulation in his wrist is completely cut off.
In the kitchen, Peter Parker is making breakfast, bacon sizzling in the pan. Peter himself is wearing a wrinkled button-down that clearly belongs to Tony with how loosely it hangs on his slender frame. He’s not wearing any pants and the shirt comes down to just to the top of Peter’s thighs, leaving his long, smooth legs bare and on display.
“Happy! You’ve got the eggs!” Peter exclaims brightly.
Happy takes out the carton and hands it over to him, watching the boy crack a few in a bowl and whisking it.
“Do you want something to drink?” Peter asks, ever the polite host.
“Uh, sure,” Happy hears himself say. He probably should go, shouldn’t stay long. He’s only here to drop off the groceries anyway. But then Peter turns around, reaches up to open a cabinet, in search of a clean glass. The hem of the oversized shirt Peter’s wearing rides up to reveal the delectable curve of his plush, creamy ass, wrapped delicately in sheer, pale pink lace panties. Jesus.
Peter pours Happy a glass of orange juice and offers it to him with a smile that pierces straight into Happy’s heart and he barely manages to choke out a “thanks”.
“Baby, is the food ready yet? I’m starving.” Tony’s voice booms through the kitchen as the man himself walks in shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. “Oh hey, Happy.”
“Happy got us the eggs just in time. It’ll be done soon,” Peter says, scrambling the eggs in the pan with a spatula.
Tony swoops in behind Peter and wraps his arms around him, enveloping him in a possessive embrace, nuzzling and kissing at his nape.
“Daddy, stop!” Peter giggles, only half-heartedly pushing Tony off him. “You’re gonna make me burn these.”
“Mm, but I’m so hungry, baby,” Tony practically growls. The man relents just enough to let Peter transfer the eggs to some plates and turn off the stove before he’s grabbing at him again, hands slipping between Peter’s legs.
Happy quickly drains his orange juice and mutters, “I gotta get going. I’ll see you later, boss.”
Neither Tony nor Peter make any signs of having heard him and Happy books it out of there. From behind him, Happy hears Peter’s giggles turn into outright moaning and he walks faster to the elevator.
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Happy isn’t supposed to be here but he couldn’t help it. Tony had let Peter stay in the penthouse while he’s off on a business trip overseas. Happy doesn’t know why Peter would want to. The place is cold and empty and it’s not like Tony would be there to keep him company. The place would be empty except for maybe the housekeeper who’d show up in the mornings to keep things clean.
Happy just wanted to check on Peter, that’s all. Make sure everything’s okay.
The elevator doors to the penthouse slide open and blaring music hits him. Peter is in the living room wearing one of Tony’s vintage band t-shirts and black lacy panties, gripping the neck of a half-empty Macallan, dancing with his eyes closed. He’s a vision of loveliness against the backdrop of the city lights beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, an angel trapped on earth and kept away in a tower.
“Happy!” Peter slurs, face lighting up at the sight of him. His eyes are red-rimmed and he’s a little flushed and Happy wonders if it’s the alcohol or if he’s been crying. Probably both. Peter’s beauty is both devastating and tragic and Happy wants him so much, it hurts.
“Hey, Peter,” Happy says softly. He moves forward to take the whisky bottle from Peter’s hand. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Hmm, never better,” Peter mumbles. Now that he’s got both hands free, he wraps his arms around Happy’s neck and sways his body against him. He continues dancing like that, pressing himself close to Happy’s chest, so close that the man can smell the shampoo in his hair and the alcohol in his breath. The soft swell of Peter’s little, panty-clad cock rubs against Happy’s thighs and the boy’s lips brush against the older man’s neck.
Happy places slightly trembling hands on Peter’s waist, tentative like touching a cauldron over fire. Peter is just as scorching hot and Happy thinks that even if he gets burned, it’s worth it the moment he feels the soft give of Peter’s smooth skin under his calloused hands. He’s only touching to try and stop Peter from pressing closer, maybe push him away. But from the moment he laid his hands on the boy, he’s lost.
By all accounts, Happy is much bigger and should be much stronger than Peter. But he’s helpless to the pressure of Peter’s dainty hands on his chest, pushing him back until he’s seated on the couch. He’s powerless to stop the boy from climbing onto his lap, thighs spread open like he’s made to have men hard and horny between his legs.
Happy runs his hands up Peter’s smooth thighs, wondering if they taste as creamy as they look. Up and up his hands go until they reach the delicate, lacy edges of Peter’s panties hugging the graceful curve of the boy’s hips. Peter plays with the collar of Happy’s shirt, tugging at the top buttons until it pops undone.
“Happy, Happy,” Peter sighs. God, his name sounds so good in the boy’s mouth. “I get so lonely when Tony isn’t here. What do you think he’s doing over there? Do you think … do you think he’s messing around with someone else?”
“I don’t know, kid,” Happy says honestly. He knows where he’d put his money if he was a betting man, but there’s no way to know for sure, really. There’s a non-zero possibility that his boss is sitting in his hotel room pining after Peter the way his boy is pining after him. But if that were the case, then he’d probably at least call, and Peter wouldn’t be sitting here, curled up on his lap like a touch-starved cat. Plus there was that paparazzi photo posted earlier with Tony at a restaurant with some people, a blonde hanging onto him, getting a little too familiar.
“I wanna call, just to hear his voice, but I don’t wanna be clingy. I don’t wanna be like all the others. You gotta be cool if you wanna be Tony’s boy. You gotta keep him into you, gotta be game for anything. You know he likes them bad and slutty.” Peter twines his arms around Happy’s neck and squirms on his lap, rubbing his body against his chest. “God, the things I’ve let him do to me, put inside me.” Peter moans, as though the mere thought of getting fucked is getting him so close to coming already.
Happy is fully, no-turning-back hard right now. Peter knows it too, with the way he’s grinding his perky little ass on it. And fuck, does it feel so goddamn good.
“I’d give it up to him whenever, wherever he wants it. Even at a party, with so many people around, he’d shove his fingers inside me, make me come right there in front of everyone.” Peter throws his head back and moans, moving his hips so that Happy’s throbbing hard-on rubs right up against his hole through his panties. “And now he’s ruined me, Happy,” Peter whines. “I need something in me all the time now. I feel so empty, Happy. You wanna fill me up? Get your fingers in there?” Peter takes one of Happy’s hands from where it grips, tight and desperate on his hips, and sticks two of his fingers into his hot, slick mouth.
“Oh fuck,” Happy curses, the sensation of all that soft, wet suction shooting straight to his dick. He’s transfixed at the way Peter’s lips wrap around him, slipping his fingers in and out of that luscious pout of a mouth. Peter’s eyes are on his as he fellates the fingers in his mouth. His eyes are a little unfocused, a little red around the edges, but so beautiful. Wide, brown, angel eyes gazing up at him, somehow looking both innocent and sinful in equal measure.
Peter takes one final suck of Happy’s fingers before releasing him, letting the tips of them drag down the hot length of his tongue. He guides them behind him, slips them in his panties and down to his hole.
Happy could only groan when his fingers slip inside, nice and easy, like sliding straight into hell. It’s scorching hot too, and sinfully slick. Peter whimpers at the intrusion, and the sound of it goes straight to Happy’s dick.
“Been playing with myself all day,” Peter mumbles, rocking his hips against the fingers he’s shoved inside him. “Needed something inside me, but it’s not enough. I need … Oh God, Happy, I need…”
“What is it, sweetheart, what do you need?” Happy’s certain that Peter would say ‘Tony’, that he’s what Peter needs. The good, decent, and helplessly paralyzed part of him is hoping that Peter would say it so Happy will have the strength to resist the beautiful boy on his lap who’s currently writhing on his fingers. Oh God, Happy has his fingers inside him.
But what Peter says next does exactly zero things to help Happy’s self-control.
“I need to get fucked. Please fuck me,” Peter moans, low and desperate. He clenches around Happy’s fingers and the older man can’t help but shove them in a little harder, a little faster, giving the boy what he wants because how can you not? Not when he’s looking like that, sounding like that. “My hole feels so achy. Just put your cock inside me, Happy. You want it, right? I know you want it. ”
He does. God help him, he does.
Peter unbuttons Happy’s pants and takes out his cock. Happy hisses at the contact, arousal spiking at the obscene sight of the boy’s dainty little hand wrapped around the hard, throbbing length of him.
“I’ll make it so good for you. You know I will,” Peter murmurs, stroking the older man expertly. He rises up on his knees to slip off his panties and leans over to grab a bottle of lube from a side table. Before Happy could even get his lust-addled brain to realize what’s happening, he feels Peter guide his cock right against that slicked up rim, sinking in hot and tight.
Happy lets out a strangled gasp at the unbelievable sensation of Peter’s body wrapped around his aching cock. The boy squirms on his lap, the grip of his hole pulling and tugging so deliciously on him. And when Peter starts riding him, hips rocking in expert, sinuous movements, Happy is completely lost.
“That feels good, right, Happy?” Peter murmurs. When Happy could only nod, panting, helplessly lost in the heated clench of his body, Peter continues in a little whine, “tell me, Happy. Tell me I feel good.”
“God, you’ve no idea kid,” Happy grunts, hips bucking up involuntarily, chasing that unbelievable pleasure that lives inside Peter’s wet hole. “You feel so fucking good, I can’t believe this is happening.”
Happy knows Peter’s only using him. The boy is sad and drunk and vulnerable, feeling unwanted because his asshole of a boyfriend is out of town getting his rocks off with some random slut. How anyone would go around chasing some other tail when they could fuck Peter’s tight hole on the regular is beyond Happy’s comprehension. But he couldn’t give less of a shit right now, not when he’s got his dick buried in the best cunt in the world.
Peter bounces on him mindlessly, rubbing the older man’s rock-hard cock against his insides like he can’t get enough. It makes Happy dizzy with arousal how hungry and desperate the boy looks, eyes glazed with lust, curls shaking with every buck of his hips. Peter’s got a lovely pink glow high on his cheeks, the flush spreading down his neck. The oversized t-shirt he’s still wearing slips past his slender shoulders and Happy can’t help but put his mouth there, sucking and kissing at the smooth, creamy skin.
“God, Peter,” Happy groans, holding the boy close, trailing his mouth up his neck.
Peter makes a frustrated noise at the back of his throat and pushes the older man away. He gets up off Happy’s lap and gets on all fours on the couch with his back to him. “Fuck me,” he pleads, looking over his shoulder.
Happy hesitates, for just a brief second. He knows why Peter wants it this way. It stings him just enough for him to waver for the tiniest moment.
But then Peter reaches back and tugs his ass cheeks open, slender fingers rubbing at that puffy pink hole, the tip of his index finger sinking in that soft wetness so easily, hooking the rim open, and god, fuck, that’s so pretty. Happy moves like a man bewitched.
On his knees on the couch cushions, Happy positions himself behind Peter, aching cock in hand and directs it to that sweet, hungry little hellmouth beckoning him. He shoves in hard, rough fingers digging into the smooth skin of Peter’s slender waist.
Peter lets out a low, pleased noise from deep in his throat, hole squeezing wet and tight and voracious. Happy fucks him like a jackrabbit. He fucks him for more of that, for more of those sounds, for more of that mind-blowingly blissful clench around his cock.
He’s probably being too rough, yanking the boy on and off him like a fleshlight but Happy can’t hold himself back at this point. Peter isn’t complaining, moaning and gasping in a gorgeous incoherent mess, hole fluttering like it can’t get enough.
“Daddy-” Peter’s eyes are squeezed shut, mouth parted, panting.
Happy shoves in harder, faster, shifting his angle so that he’s hitting Peter’s sensitive pleasure spot. The boy cries out even with his face half-pressed into cushions, drool starting to drip onto the expensive fabric of Tony’s couch.
Happy doesn’t falter. He gives as good as he’s got. Some part of him, some tiny little part that’s not completely consumed by the fire of lust wonders if this is how Tony does it, if any of this lives up to the man Peter is no doubt picturing behind his closed eyelids.
“Daddy, please, I need you,” Peter practically sobs.
They both need this, in different ways, for different reasons. Happy slips a hand between Peter’s legs and takes his weeping cock in hand, stroking him in time with his ever-quickening thrusts. It makes Peter whimper and squeeze around him harder and fuck, it’s so good, it’s everything Happy’s ever wanted.
Happy’s a weak man. Here he is, on his boss’s couch, his boss’s boy moaning on his cock, filling his boss’s penthouse with the sounds of his pleasured groans and lewd noises of skin slapping against each other.
Happy wonders if Tony would even care.
Peter tenses in his hold as he screams out his climax. There’s probably Tony’s name in there somewhere but Happy can’t hear it through the white noise in his head. He snaps his hips, fucking through the wet, delicious spasms around his cock until he spills too with a loud groan.
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The oversized designer sunglasses Peter is wearing covers half his face so Happy can’t tell what he’s feeling when he glances at him through the rear-view mirror as he drives them to the airport to pick Tony up. Peter’s usual friendly chatter is replaced by glum silence as he spends most of the ride there staring out the windows.
They don’t talk about what happened.
Happy stops the car on the runway. It’s not a long wait before the Stark jet descends and makes it way towards them.
Peter straightens up and smiles as the cabin doors are opened.
There’s some fussing with the airstairs and there Tony is, pulling on his suit jacket as a flight attendant straightens his tie. Happy remembers this one. He vets all the attendants on Tony’s flights because he knows what the man likes, the kind of quality of service he expects. Happy notices that the skirt on her short, tight, Stark Jet uniform is a little crooked.
Peter’s smile falters a little.
Tony’s smile is a million watts bright as he skips casually down the stairs to greet them. “Hey baby, you didn’t have to pick me up,” he says, swooping Peter into his arms and kissing him.
“I wanted to. I missed you so much,” Peter murmurs. His arms are still around Tony’s neck and he pulls the man in for another kiss, all teeth and tongue, deep and filthy and possessive.
Happy turns away to start the car.
Tony and Peter don’t stop kissing and groping each other as Happy drives them back to the penthouse. Peter is making those sounds again and Happy tries not think about they felt like under his touch.
Happy hears Tony chuckle. “Fuck, baby, you sure? Happy’s right there.”
“I’m sure he doesn’t mind,” comes Peter’s reply.
Tony groans long and low. A glance to the rearview mirror shows Peter’s head buried in the man’s unbuttoned lap, a hand in his hair guiding his up-and-down movements.
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(yes, i'm trying to squeeze in as many peterparkerbingo fills before the deadline)
((in my defence, here peter turns from being a sweet lovely boy into a cheating bastard so it is sort of a hero turned villain story. right? right?? 😅))
Warnings and authors note under the cut for NWH spoilers
I had an idea for this prompt a while ago but never wrote it. But I like this better than the original idea. From Andrew!Peter’s perspective (Peter 3 lol) I hope y’all enjoy 💕
Warnings: dangerous situation, fear-focused, death mention
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Peter’s entire body goes cold when he sees MJ fall. And he watches his younger counterpart be swept out of the way by the glider, heart pounding.
He doesn’t think. He can’t think, there isn’t time. He just jumps.
He doesn’t dare try to catch her with webs. The thought doesn’t even cross his mind as a possibility since he knew how it could end. It’s not a risk he’s willing to take.
While he’s cutting through the air, a hundred different thoughts fight for his attention. Time feels like it moves in slow motion as everything floods his mind. But only one manages to hold his focus:
He can’t let another Peter lose his Gwen.
He’s scared. He’s probably even more scared than she is. Because she’s caught in the freefall, terrified, but she can see him coming after her. She has faith that she’ll be saved. Peter Parker won’t let her down. Hers hasn’t, why would he?
But he’s seen what can go wrong. She doesn’t know how badly he fears being a second too late and watching the younger Peter cradle her lifeless body.
Just like he had.
He can’t let it happen. He has to fix things.
He relaxes as soon as his arms wrap around her, landing on the ground just a moment later.
She’s trembling. It’s probably something akin to shock, not something she can control, but he has to check.
“Are you okay?” His voice catches as soon as he gets the words out.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” She takes a breath and his heart clenches. He saved her. She’s okay. He didn’t let her down. “Are you?”
He can’t force any other words out, just giving her a teary smile and a nod.
And in the moment, it was the truth. He was okay. Because this time, this time he was able to save her.
I am sad 💕 that has nothing to do with the fic though lol I hope y’all enjoy 💕
Warnings: nff, fr0ttage, praise k!nk
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“Trust me, honey, it’ll feel really good.” Tony gave Peter a grin, leaning back on the couch. He looked miraculously put-together despite his kiss-swollen lips and unzipped fly.
Peter, on the other hand, was visibly wrecked already.
Times like that really reminded him of his lack of experience. Tony managed to look composed no matter where they were in an activity and Peter was instantly a mess.
It was kind of hot.
“Okay, okay. I trust you.” The younger man moved to Tony again, standing between his legs.
“Perfect.” Tony immediately moved to undo and push down Peter’s jeans, boxers following just a moment later.
Peter kicked them off, face flushing. He felt incredibly exposed compared to the mostly-dressed Tony. But he liked it. Although he’d like to see more of his boyfriend’s skin.
To fix this, he leaned in more. His hands moved to push Tony’s dress pants down his hips while he kissed him.
The older man lifted his hips, allowing for him to slide the pants off without disconnecting their kiss.
His boxers followed quickly after and Peter found his way into his lap. The position was a bit difficult, but they made it work with a little adjustment and a lot of willpower.
Tony let Peter have his way for a few minutes longer, allowing for rough, unsure kisses and awkward grinding before he took charge again.
The older man gently held onto Peter’s cock, coaxing a soft whine out of him. “You trust me?” He asked, double checking.
“Yes,” Peter breathed.
The older man nodded, slicking his boyfriend’s cock with a generous amount of lube before carefully taking his own in the same hand. He experimented with the angle slightly, deciding that it was easiest to hold them both from the side. Then he began stroking, starting out slowly.
“Such a good boy,” Tony murmured as he moved his hand. “You’ve been so good. You haven’t acted up even though I know we haven’t been together as much as you’ve wanted. I wish I could have been here more.”
Peter took a shuddering breath, hips moving along with his boyfriend’s hand. He was so sensitive to any sort of touch, but being praised along with it drove him wild. He didn’t respond, just drinking in the words and loving the slide of Tony’s cock against his.
“This will only be the beginning, okay? I’ll take care of you. Because you’ve been so good for me.”
The intense sincerity in Tony’s voice made Peter whimper, thrusting faster into his boyfriend’s hand. “Thank you….”
“Of course, honey.” Tony sped up his hand, keeping up with the pace that Peter set. It was all for him, after all.
He brought the young man to the edge, working him through orgasm as he spilled over Tony’s fingers.
“Good job, baby,” he whispered, pressing a gentle to the spot just underneath his ear. “So good…”
Every night he saves her. Every night he lies in his empty bed and even through the ambient noises of the city that never sleeps, he hears her gasp, a silent scream that rips out of her from the pull of gravity. Every night, against the dark, water-damaged ceiling of his tiny apartment he sees her green eyes blown wide with terror, her arms flailing, reaching towards him. He jumps, he dives, he shoots his webs. Every night he does something a little bit different, every night he finds a way. Every night she falls and every night he saves her.
An older Peter insists that he’s ‘amazing’ but he hasn’t felt that way in a long time. The sun had set forever the night Gwen died and what rose in its stead was a red bitter rage, the only source of light in his dull, broken world. Older-Peter entreats him to have hope, says how despite the struggles, he and his MJ ultimately made it work. It makes Peter think of a Mikey Jay-Watson back home, with his dark hair and strong jaw, handing him his coffee every morning with a dollar change and warm smile.
A younger Peter has pain in his eyes as fresh as the bruises mottling his face. But he has his best friend, and his MJ. Wistfully, Peter watches the way their love bolsters them through the hurt, gives them a place to stand, and strengthens their resolve.
Then he watches her plummet and it’s like all those nights again. There’s that soundless scream, those terrified eyes, that relentless, merciless pull of a fall from fatal heights. Young-Peter doesn’t hesitate. It’s a swan dive that all the Peters in all the universes must have done at some point, when fate is careless with their precious heart, fumbling and dropping it in an inevitable bout of that Parker luck. He watches Young-Peter reach out desperately, so close now, only to be swept away by the Goblin’s hoverboard.
Peter moves without thinking.
It’s a leap he’s done a thousand times in his mind’s eye. His legs push off the platform in one powerful movement to give him that extra thrust. He streamlines his body to cut through the air in a bullet-fast dive. His arms catch her in a secure cradle, one behind her neck and the other on her lower back. He rolls them in mid-air, webs shooting out to slowly lower them to the ground.
It’s a neat landing. MJ is breathing hard, eyes still wide with shock.
“Are you okay?” he asks her.
She nods shakily. “Yeah. I’m okay.”
And every night that’s all he’s ever wanted to hear. For her to say she’s okay, to feel her breathing in his arms. It’s a different world and a different Peter. But this world's Peter won’t have to live without his Gwen. In the end, they’re all the same. For a moment, those brown eyes looking up at him are a clear, bright green.
Prompt: Murder Mystery for @peterparkerbingo 2021 (🕷️)
Summary: There all authors, peter hosts a murder mystery party and chaos insures
A/N: I was sought of inspired by cluedo and kinda inspired by that book tok book where it’s all out of order and you have to put it all together. It's a mess enjoy.
When you’re writing a novel sometimes you have to do some personal investigation. Peter Parker decides the way to do that is to invite your author other author friends and host a murder mystery party.
The first thing to do is create a guest list, all the people that you think would have fun and collaborate. So Peter can watch how they would interact with this dead body on his kitchen floor.
It includes the important people, Harley Kenner, the man who already lives with him in their small studio apartment it would be rude not to invite him, Tony Stark, the man with the most experience writing a murder mystery novel, Bucky Barnes, heard to threat with murder if anybody touched his cat, Steve Rogers, the only man to touch Alpine (Bucky’s cat) and come out of it alive and Natasha Romanoff, she brings the murderous vibes he needs in a victim.
Then the table setting each person assigned a colour, Yellow, Red, Black, Blue and Pink, respectively, Peter will then give each and everyone of them a character description they have to abide by through the night. It includes personal information that people may question from each other.
There are no rules about telling the truth.
When they each arrive, drinks in hand, the party begins.
It starts off simply with a sweet introduction from the host himself.
“Lady and gentleman tonight you have been invited to sit down with me and discover the true killer of my husband, over dinner and dessert of course.”
It happens in tangent.
“It’s obviously Tash,” “ME!” “You walked in with RED wine, that’s obviously my colour!” “Actually it’s mine, you just stole it.”
“Ladies, ladies.”
Suddenly everybody is out of their seats and the night has truly begun.
No one actually trying to solve the murder if they were they would be looking at eachothers player cards. Despite this, they all have some sought of ideas.
“Do we know the murder weapon?”
“No, that’s what YOU are here to discover,” Peter smiles at Bucky sweetly tilting his head to the dinner placements as if it’s supposed to give him a clue.
Harley then feels it’s important to mention that “-we don’t live in a mafia world Tony if we did this story would only be more unrealistic.”
“What’s unrealistic about it?”
“The fact that Peter has a husband, obviously,’ Harley Kenner is so pleased with himself over this statement that he reclines in his chair as if Peter isn’t staring daggers into his head.
“You’re not being very fair Harley, we could be writing a fanfic?”
Peter gets out of his seat done with this conversation for now he slams the chair into the table before smiling sweetly as if HE wasn’t the one to kill his dead husband, for the inheritance, obvi, “dinner anybody?”
It’s easy to say that Peter certainly has more than enough content for his next book, it just might not be much of a mystery and more of a ‘I Hate My Friends, you’re welcome’ self-help kind of thing.
I am officially on winter break lol I’m hoping to be a lot more active here. I’m gonna do my best to finish this bingo and my kinktober. I hope y’all enjoy 💙
Warnings: mafia au (mostly just for reference), blood mention, background de@th implication, idolization
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From the very beginning Tony made it clear that Peter was only to be dressed in white.
The man’s wardrobe looked like a freshly fallen snow.
Tony always heard that white was the color of purity. It symbolized perfection. No one personified perfection like Peter did. So he was to be presented as such. He was an angel on earth.
Peter didn’t mind. He figured that he could do what Tony expected. And he liked the way the clean white coverings made his freckles and dark eyes stand out. Sure, he was almost constantly worried that he would stain something, but Tony took care of that too.
What couldn’t be washed was gotten rid of. Not a single spot would be tolerated, marring his perfect prince’s image. Everything had to stay pristine if it was expected to touch Peter’s skin.
Everything except him, that was.
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Peter didn’t move, frozen in place. He hadn’t just done that. There was no way he’d just done that.
The gun dropped from his hands and hit the floor with a loud clang.
Tony looked over him, taking in the thick spray of red that stained the young man’s white button down and slacks. The blood seeped into the fabric, creating stains that he knew would never come out. “Oh, sweetheart.” His lips dropped at the corners in a disappointed frown.
He should have known that the purity couldn’t last. Peter had been tainted from the moment Tony got his hands on him.
Peter’s eyes were wide and full of fear. “I’m sorry. I didn’t- that’s not-” he was gasping for air as if he was drowning.
He ruined his clothes. Not with a drip from lunch or someone else bumping into him or something else not really in his control. He was stained with blood.
And Tony was going to get rid of him.
Tony stood up silently, pain in his eyes as he gently picked Peter up.
The younger man didn’t fight, clutching at his shirt and burying his face in his neck. “Please, Tony, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” He didn’t want to die.
Tony didn’t respond, carrying him to an unfamiliar room. Peter squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to see what was going to happen to him. Then he was set down on a couch and he frowned. “Tony?” He kept his eyes closed tight.
The man started by unbuttoning the ruined shirt. He didn’t say anything. Not yet.
Peter choked on a sob. “What are you doing? Why- why can’t you just get it over with?”
The older man pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Let’s get you changed.” He should have expected it. Nothing pure could exist around him. It was just his nature. “Don’t cry.”
He kept the process slow, carefully stripping away the soiled layers. Nothing underneath had been touched, but he knew that it had to go anyway. His prince wasn’t pure. He’d been corrupted by the very one aiming to keep him that way.
He didn’t speak again until Peter was completely bare, shivering in the chilled air of the room. The young man had stopped crying and just allowed him to work. It was much easier that way.
“I’m sorry I ruined you,” Tony murmured, hands placed gently on the man’s thighs. Even if he was no longer pure, he was still so good. Soft. So many things that Tony wasn’t. “I thought I could keep you the way you were. My angel.” He stood up slowly, walking to the closet and pulling out a robe. It was deep red silk, nearly matching the fresh stains on the clothes on the floor.
“I should have known better than to keep an angel. I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
Peter let himself be wrapped in the smooth fabric, eyes on Tony the entire time. “Do I still get to stay?”
“Of course, honey. But now you can be whatever you want to be.”
He’d mourn the loss of his angel. But later he would wrap his prince in the colors of royalty, power, and loyalty.
Things would be okay, even if they weren't perfect.
