(I saw the ask for a fic that had pep watching her two boys and I couldn't resist ;) )
Pepper didn't know of heaven was real, but shit, this seals the deal. The red head say back with a few buttons popped on her blouse and a drink in hand as she watched her husband go down on their boy. Peter squealed as he felt Tony ram into him with an incredible pace and was shoved deeper into the mattress by strong hands. "He's taking me so well Pep" Tony purred "Look how good our little slut is being for us~".
Pepper hummed "He sure is. Peter, look at mommy" she said with a quick tongue click to get his attention.
Peters head flew up and looked at pepper with puffy red eyes "Y-Yeah mama?" the boy said in a shaky tone as he tried to swallow his moans.
"Do you think you've earned a treat from mama and daddy? I was told you were being such a good boy in the lab today~" Pepper purred as she got up from her seat and made her way over to the two and grabbed Peters chin, tilting it up.
"ah...nngh! P-Please mama~" the boy begged as he felt Tony's grip tighten on him as his hips snapped forward harder and made the boy begin to see stars.
"Wanna be a good boy and eat mamas pussy baby? She's missed you real bad" Tony growled as he grabbed Peters hair and tugged him back to make space on the bed for pepper to join the two. Pepper slid her pants off slowly and smirked at Peters wide doe eyes as her fingers inched near the band of her panties. She slid them off slowly, exposing more and more skin each second.
Peter groaned and bit his lip "Pleasepleaseplease" he begged as he settled himself between peppers thighs. The boy felt a hand in his hair slowly raking its fingers forwards and back. Peter have a small lick to his mommy's clit, earning a hitch in peppers breath. Peter began to gain more confidence and ate pepper like she was his last meal on earth.
Pepper bit her lip and pushed Peters head deeper as the boy sucked on her clit "Good boy Peter, get mommy off just like that~" she moaned as he head tipped back. "What a good, obedient boy we have, huh daddy?" She asked as she looked at Tony with lust filled eyes.
Tony smirked and slowed down his thrusts so he could go deeper "Sure is, gotta make sure baby gets well fed" he teased as he leaned down to but his chin on Peters shoulder "Such a good little slut. There it is, ear mommy's pussy just like that" he growled.
Peter whined at the praise and pushed his hips back, he looked up at Pepper with puppy eyes as he continues to tongue fuck his mommy "fuck mama~" he groaned as he felt himself get closer.
Pepper bit her lip "So close baby~" she whined as her thighs squeezed around Peters head. "F-Fuck!" Pepper moaned as she arched into Peters mouth and bucked her hips upwards "Good boy~ ah- good boy for mommy" she stuttered.
Tony smirked and pulled Peter back "Look how good you make us feel baby~ such a good boy" he praised. Peter squirmed and rolled his hips back into Tony's. Tony grabbed the boy and kept him still "ah ah, Daddy still needs to use his fuck toy. I saw you try to slip a few fingers in while you were showering earlier, you can wait a little bit for daddy huh?". Fuck, pepper was gonna have a long night.
Prompt: Peter likes to cuddle with Harley and one day he's sick and stay at the tower , that day his class has a field trip to the tower and they found them cuddling + no one believe Peter has an internship at SI and Harley is the heir of SI
hi nonnie!! hope you like this ! :)
harley keener/peter parker, sickfic, harley is 19, peter is 18, although it’s not stated, flash thompson is a dick.
“Pete? What are you doing?” Harley groaned as he stumbled out out of slumber while his little muffin kicked off all the blankets. Hm. That was odd, peter always slept with seven blankets covering them, along with being wrapped around harley. Peters body ran cold anyways, so they were pretty much always cuddled up into each other. It was the middle of the night too, maybe 2 in the morning? Harley didn’t feel like rolling over to check the time.
The smaller simply whined and unattached himself from harley, letting his dark brown eyes slip open. “Its hot.. Harls..” peter grumbles quietly and sniffles, it was then that harley realized that his boyfriend was most likely sick.
And that was how Peter ended up staying home from school. Harley eventually coaxed peter back to bed after turning on the fan and taking all the blankets off of his smaller boyfriend. When the morning came, Harley cuddled the smaller close to him and made him soup and medicine, always wanting to make sure that peter felt decent.
So about halfway through the day, peter had a temperature of 103 and his body felt like it ha been run over with a truck four dozen times. He had changed into some clothes, some loose fitting shorts and then one of harleys shirts, peter couldn’t find it in himself to really care about which shirt it was, anyways. Peter was laying on top of harley, with his curly brown hair falling into his eyes. He looked rough, that was for certain.
The couple were watching Bones when a tour group came up to their floor, most likely for the interview with harley, who was the next heir to the company after tonys demise, but they didn’t have to worry about that yet. Peter wasn’t even paying the slightest bit of attention until he heard gasps around the room, and then a loud, all too familiar, snicker.
“I knew that peter didn’t have a real internship! Look! He slept his way into the tower. He’s just a slut for the new owner, Mr. Keener, I am personally so sorry on behalf of the cockslut that he probably can’t even satisfy you.” Flash laughs loudly and peter sat up a bit, his eyes full of tears before he just looked down at his hands, but, harley quickly jumped to his defence.
It was almost like harleys entire demeanor changed when Flash opened his mouth and started talking smack on his boyfriend like that. The blonde stood up and walked himself over to Flash, tossing his hair out of his eyes. “First if all Mr,” Harley paused and looked at the mans name tag, before smirking. “Thompson. I will have you know that Peter Parker is in fact, not an intern.” and then flash smirks triumphantly before Harley began talking again.
“He, is in fact, a paid worker here. The leader on multiple projects, and I will have you know, he made the Iron Spider suit. Which I assume you’re a fan of.” Harley pressed and poked at the mans chest, because it so happened that Flash was wearing a Spider-Man shirt. “he , is also my boyfriend, who is sick out of his mind. So if you’ll all excuse me, I think I’d rather spend the day with him.” Harley said before sitting back down, pulling Peter back into his lap.
Peter giggled a bit and sniffled when Harley pulled him into his lap, and smiled a little as he felt Harley’s hands running through his hair. The group quickly left, not wanting to upset the future owner of SI. And the couple stayed on the couch for the rest of the day, watching movies and Harley taking care of Pete like he was the only thing that matters..
AU/Prompt: Tony stark has a reputation. Hes been proven to cheat on almost all of his partners and to not take any of his relationships seriously. So cue his new boyfriend Peter, who--as sweet as he is--being incredibly controlling because he doesn't trust him not to cheat. He bats his eyes and doesnt come off as controlling, so no one says anything Uwu
OKAY I see what you are laying down and I am picking it up. I am all for Peter who is deceptively innocent and darling, but who’s actually quite devious. And this Peter is 100% a powerbottom. Like, Tony tops him, but he’s powerless under Peter’s spell. It’s a thing. It’s subby magic. Tops quake and bow down in the face of it.
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One look. One touch. That’s all it takes.
Tony turns from Christine Everhart as Peter’s slim hand grasps firmly at his clothed bicep. Those dainty fingers can barely make half the circumference, but they’re tight and commanding. The way they squeeze just slightly demands Tony’s attention.
And like always, Tony is so, so willing to give his attention. He’s hopeless.
He meets Peter’s eyes, and those wide tawny browns seem to bore into him.
That’s all it takes. The next thing Tony knows, he’s excusing himself from a rather amused-looking Christine Everhart (and nothing escapes that woman, she definitely knows just how whipped he is and he’s not even fucking sorry…) and being pointed in the passenger seat of his Audi.
“I want to drive,” Peter says.
So, he gets to drive.
“A lot of eyes on you today,” Peter muses, and Tony can’t help but gawk at how gorgeous of a sight Peter makes, small frame in the black leather of the driver’s seat, guiding the steering wheel with deft hands. His pristine slate suit with its sleek lines, his elegantly pretty profile and slicked-back hair. It’s a smooth car commercial, is what it is. Tony’s in a car commercial, and Peter’s the model. “A lot for a man to take.”
“Didn’t even notice, darling,” Tony says, truthfully. Women are gorgeous. Men, too. And a year ago, Tony would have indulged like a nihilistic heathen, considering how many attractive people were at the gala tonight.
But none of them are Peter, and now that Tony’s had Peter – Peter and his quiet sharpness, his cutting wit, his unapologetic agency, his utter willingness to demand Tony’s heart – nobody else will ever be enough again.
Tony’s an old man hopelessly in love. He has no pride left, no dignity. He’ll never be the same again. He knows that. And Peter sure as hell does, too.
“Oh, you didn’t? What were you noticing, then?”
“You,” Tony says, reaching to slide a reverent hand over the smoothness of Peter’s slacks. He feels the working of Peter’s thigh muscle and the boy steps on the accelerator. “Your face, your eyes, your gorgeous outfit tonight. How you carried yourself as you talked with everyone, so smart and sharp. You’re incredible, you know that?”
He’s gushing, and he can’t care.
“Go on.”
“The way you moved around the room and the dim lighting would hit you perfectly. Just every little thing – whoever I was talking to, I would always be thinking about you. Glancing towards you. God, I love you, Peter.”
“I know you do. Keep touching me.”
Tony does as commanded. He kneads at Peter’s thighs, higher and higher until he’s gently palming at a half-hard cock confined in slacks, and he leans inward from his seat so he can reach across the console and trail kisses along Peter’s closer cheek, along the side of his neck. Peter focuses on driving, and Tony proceeds to curl up next to the younger man and worship every part of him he can reach. He loosens Peter’s collar and tie enough so he can mouth along the jut of a collarbone, press a kiss to the dip where it meets shoulder, and Christ, it just gets him that much hotter how Peter keeps his gaze forward, utterly focused on the road.
As if Tony were dispensable.
And damn, he’d treated people like that for years. Getting it turned around? It’s emotionally titillating in a way which makes no sense. He can’t help but adore it.
They get home, get in the bedroom, and Peter shoves Tony onto the bed. “On your back, Tony,” he murmurs, and Tony does just that, eyes riveted as Peter slowly undoes his clothes and strips bare. He could study that physique like an artist for an eternity, he thinks, eyes tracing the musculature and lines of Peter’s body as he turns to Tony, as he climbs over Tony with slinking, prowling movements.
He sits his ass on Tony’s clothed cock and grinds down, hips rolling tantalizingly, back arched like a cobra – and Tony doesn’t doubt that Peter’s just that dangerous. He groans at the friction, and with the first faintest movement of his hips, Peter’s hands snap down to hold his waist still. Peter clicks his tongue. “No, Tony. Stay still for me. I’m using you tonight.”
So, Tony stills.
He pants out harsh, guttural groans. He swallows down low grunts and fights to hold still as Peter slowly works himself over Tony’s crotch, as he backs up and opens Tony’s slacks enough just to untuck his cock.
“Fuck,” Tony hisses as Peter strokes him, as he tears open a packet of lube and slicks Tony up. He watches as Peter reaches behind him, and is caught off guard by the telling wet pop of a plug being removed. Peter tosses it aside without a second glance – it hits the floor and scatters off – and then he’s scootching upwards to slowly sink down on Tony’s cock.
“Yes, Tony,” Peter groans out, lascivious and bold in his pleasure. Tony hisses, as his cock is enveloped in tight, slick warmth. It’s heaven, is what it is. “Yes, fill me the fuck up with that fat cock,” Peter croons. “Tony, it’s so good.”
And Tony can only manage to watch, mouth slack and entranced by the vision in front of him as Peter starts to ride him, as he braces his knees on either side of Tony’s hips and starts to bounce up and down on the girth of Tony’s cock, head thrown back and moaning with abandon.
He watches and waits, until Peter works himself to exertion, to that brink he’s stuck at. He waits until Peter leans down and paws at Tony’s shoulders, demanding, “Fuck me, Tony, flip me down an fuck me.”
And that’s all the order he needs. With little effort, he flips Peter’s lithe frame underneath him, braces those fawnlike legs with his shoulders, and pushes into that velvety heat and fucks Peter the way he’d demanded – only the best for his boy. There’s no doubt – for all that Tony’s worth, for all that the rest of the world adores him and bends to his whim – Tony will always bend to Peter Parker’s.
He looks down at the most angelic face of a little demon he covets, at gorgeous features which twist in agonized pleasure, and it’s both the humblest and headiest feeling to know that he put that look there. “God, you’re gorgeous, sweetheart,” he chokes out, wracked with entirely too much emotion. “I love you.”
“More. Say it more.”
“I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.” He punctuates the syllables with desperate, deep thrusts of his hips, as if he could slam those words into Peter, sear them with the friction, cement them for eternity through sheer force of will.
“Who do you belong to?” Peter asks, voice crackling desperately, close to the edge. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” Tony confesses. “You, and only you.”
And as Peter comes around Tony’s cock like a vice and drags Tony down with him, Tony falls willingly, thinking that nothing in the universe could be more true.
I have been trying to find a peppertonypeter fic for so longggg I desperately need one where pepper gets off on watching Tony Dom Peter. Do you know of any? 😭😭😭
I don’t know if such a fic exists, and certainly haven’t read anything like that (but it definitely should exist because it’s an A+++++ concept) If anyone knows of such a fic, please advise, because that sounds absolutely amazing.
My mind is 100% on Pepper and Tony taking care of their darling sub together. Both of them would love to watch the other dom Peter. Both would be so deliciously different – domineering in different ways, soft in different ways. Between a CEO and her billionaire head of design, Peter would be spoiled rotten.
I am 1000% for this terrible miscommunication which results in Tony not wearing the gauntlet. Seriously. The universe being obliterated is preferable to a universe without Tony Stark :’)
tony/pepper/peter? thoughts?? i have SO MANY thoughts...!!
OOH YES. I gotta admit I haven’t thought about them super in-depth, but that threesome appeals so much!!! If you have thoughts you want to share, I’m certainly listening :)
Hi, um, who gave you the right to make melt into a pile of hot mess with your amazing hcs and fics? Love you btw❤💙💜💚
Afjsdnck who gave *you* the right to come here with such soft words and your lovely personality and make me bury my face in my hands and blush like this?? (In all seriousness, thank you so much for such a kind note. I really needed to hear it this week. You’re an incredibly wonderful and lovely person — such sunshine omg — and it means a lot that you like my brand of bullshit 💖💖💖 I love you, too!)
gosh its usually so hard for me to enjoy any fics about bratty peter or degradation kink but with your writing its hard -not- to enjoy it
Omfg thank you so much, that’s so kind! :’) I had to pause and try to remember if I even wrote something like that because this past week has been absolutely insane and a blur, but I remember questioning myself hardcore as I wrote out some degradation dialogue, so it’s encouraging to hear you liked it! 💖💖💖
(But by all means, if there is something that does make you uncomfortable in the future or that you don’t like, please don’t hesitate or feel bad about skipping it! I churn out a lot of random crap and I certainly don’t expect people to read all of it, or even a quarter of it.)
you? my idol. me? NOT WORTHY OF YOUR WONDERFUL LOVE😤💓 you own all my uwus and thanks for talking to me about keenker and how ffh is gonna whoop us all😤👏 - peterparkers-sparkles
@peterparkers-sparkles *Gestures towards you, Starker icon, who wields the Mjolnir of awesomeness* The only reason you wouldn’t deserve my love is because you deserve MOAR than I have to offer 💖💖 and thank you so much for talking with me about keenker and starker and all our baskets of angst, and for being such a sweetheart to my droll self, you are freaking lovely 💖💖
*cries literal tears* -toybandaids (may or not have needed to hear that today)
@toybandaids ahhh I’m so sorry life is being a thot for you today darling :’( *Tapes on boxing gloves, punches life to unconsciousness, and then hugs the everloving crap out of you*
Sometimes it’s easy to forget your strengths and the fact that you’re an incredible writer, but I will come and remind you 💖💖💖 And not only are you blessed with this talent/ability to write characters that are so easy to emotionally connect with, but also S K I L L E D A F. Talent is something that you innately have, but skill is your strength and ability to use that talent and create wonderful things 💖💖💖
Can you give me a list of the most talented people in the Starker community?
Hi hello :) So quite honestly, everyone. I can offer you a link to a wonderful Starker masterpost: https://itfeelssogoodmrstark.tumblr.com/post/184409946326/welcome-to-the-starker-fandom-if-you-are-new-to (And I believe there are people who reblogged with more creators, so check out the notes as well!) But I honestly have no way to tell you who is most talented or skilled when everyone has such unique styles and ways of making art.
I’m about to overshare and babble, sorry, but my current obsession is @dollmeatpie who wrote this incredible series. They are SO MASTERFUL in their narrative choices and execute their writing with utter precision. Each word feels purposeful. Their dialogue is impeccable. They s c u l p t their fic like a master scupltor. I stan.
A few other people who I’ve been obsessed with lately:
@areluctantsblog has stunning writing AND also makes moodboards that evoke the most visceral sensory moods
@toybandaids writes fic that has such natural depth to the characters. Depiction of emotional vulnerability is absolutely ON POINT. All of it just flows and dances in the text, and not mention, the smut? D e l i c i o u s
@valiantthewriter spins complex emotions and smut like a beautiful spider who’s gonna lure you in and murder you with the sheer excellence of her writing
@ironspiderstan makes incredible gifsets and edits/moodboards. Just visually incredible, magical.
@thebadthingshappen is a god at world-building while maintaining the most engaging plot
@cherryxtea has this hella incredible shifting structures thing going on – utilizing different fonts and formatting. It’s the fanfic version of concrete poems and reading their fic is such a visual experience
And also some more artists who just have hella X factor in their writing and are so, so skilled and write with such command: @peterparkers7evilexes @peterparkers-sparkles @starkerchemistryy @richieloveseds @peterparkerisaslut-x and also like everyone else :’)
Tony trying his absolute hardest to not date his son, Harley's, ex-boyfriend Peter, but god how could he stay away!
He’d try and try and try, so hard, that poor man! He’d try his very hardest to resist the utter temptation.
And then, Peter would come swaying into Tony’s office wearing nothing but a large dress shirt and his best doe-eyed gaze, lean over the desk and flutter his lashes and press a finger to Tony’s lips, all “Shh, you can’t tell Harley, Mr. Stark. Can this be our little secret?”
And Tony would crumble like a stomped dry biscotti.
There's a deleted scene in iron man 3 where harleys bullies drive by and ask harley if tony is his boyfriend and imagine a teen harley getting asked that and accidentally saying yes
DUDE YES. That scene was fucking brilliant. (Also, that scene where Tony uses his arc reactor to save a bully from drowning.)
And yes, that is a fucking great concept. Imagine. Some years down the line, a bully says something? ‘Fuck you, my boyfriend is Iron Man and he buys me diamond studded airpods and louboutin sneakers and takes me on yacht rides and I ride that fat billionaire dick into the sunset.’ Automatic win.
I just wanna say that your fics have absolutely ruined me. I used to avoid starker at all costs because I knew the slightly taboo aspect would reel me in and ho boy did it ever. I feel fucking filthy after reading your work. I don't think I've ever been such a slut for the way someone writes but it's just so sinful❤
Ahhhh omfg I offer my sincere apologies for dragging you into this helltrain, and on top of that, I offer the promise of more heinous content in the future? I don’t have much else to give so I hope that counts as something ;) And I feel you. Sometimes I think I need to wipe my hard drive with bleach after writing, but I’m so glad you like it, and thank you so much for letting me know — that’s very sweet of you and so encouraging to hear💖💖
