trad omegaverse goddess

IDN || ENG, trad fujo [dc, marvel, invincible]

[g0b0tg0]

[lunavak]

I have a horrid evil fanfiction on ao3 rn, but it has brought life into my dead veins so here’s an accompanying drawing of sad little depowered and deflowered Johnny.

(TW for rape/noncon if you wanna read the fanfic)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/87065386/chapters/230548346

[jackandjackiekennedyfan]

[banban111]

[pumpkinseed001]

lighter&opener

[evenibal]

ts came to me in a dream

[ucco]

[awesomestarker]

The avengers are playing a game and currently everyone has to announce the most embarrassing injury they got while having sex

Peter first has to announce that he’s a virgin

The others insist he should tell about injuries during masturbation then

Peter, bright red, talks about getting severe muscle aches in his thighs after rubbing himself against a pillow for ages

It is deemed, that that isn’t enough and needs something more embarrassing

Peter tries the time he played with his nipples so long and hard that they were still sensitive, raw and aching days later

It’s better and gets teased a lot, but still called too vanilla

He finally finds something that satisfies them for being curious enough when he tells about the multiple times he’s got blisters on his hands from pushing a dildo into his hole for ages

Tony’s just sitting in the background secretly (not so secretly) dying of embarrassment of how horny he is… remembering the stiff way Peter walked that one time, the time Peter jumped every time he moved a certain way and his tshirt presumably rubbed his nipples, the time he asked Peter where he got all those blisters from and Peter just started growing bright red and stuttered and stammered his way through an excuse

[thestarkerisobvious]

I found this little bit in my WIP folder

and it's working title was just "Tony And Peter Joke In The Shower."

Enjoy.

“Three times’a charm…”  Tony was saying.

Peter stared at the vaulted ceiling of Tony’s penthouse, trying to remember.  Had they had sex three times?  Was this the third?  Not really… it had been two and a half times, maybe.  Still, he wasn’t exactly in a good place to argue.  Not as he was sprawled out on Tony’s couch, naked as the day he was born, having just come his brains out and having possibly left some of his soul in Tony’s mouth.  But Tony was standing up and going somewhere, and it seemed like Peter should follow him.  So he gathered up his scattered clothing, tried to remember how to walk, and followed Tony out of the room.

“Where… where are we going?” he asked, trying not to sound confused.  Tony had said something of great importance, it seemed.  Even though Peter couldn’t really track what it had been.

“I said, three times a charm.  That means you can come to the Sanctum Sanctorum.”  

“I don’t know what that means… I mean I know what the Latin means but…”

He was confused, and slightly disappointed, when he realized that Tony was just leading him into his shower.

He had been there before, of course.  Had showered in Tony’s massive shower before.  Tony had let him use it the several times he had stayed the night at the penthouse.  It wasn’t a happy memory for Peter, to be honest.  Standing naked in that shower the size of his first bedroom.  Naked and alone.  Wishing for a man he couldn’t have.

Tony was using the toilet behind him.  He dropped his clothes into the hamper where he had always been told to drop his clothes, and stepped into the shower.

Then Tony spoke to FRIDAY, the lights lowered around him.

And, suddenly, Peter understood.

“This is just…” Tony started to say, almost too quietly to hear.  Stepping into the shower, standing behind Peter.  It was dark in the bathroom – almost too dark to see, although Peter’s spider-senses meant he could still see enough outlines to get by.  But for Tony… he’d only be able to negotiate this dark space because he was used to it, because he knew where everything was.  But wait, did that mean… did that mean that Tony always took a shower in…

Tony was speaking again, his voice raised slightly.

“This is just the way it is, so get used to it…”  Tony was saying behind him.  As Peter had been arguing.

But Peter hadn’t been arguing.  He was doing mental calculations.

The shirt Tony never took off.  The amount of obscene things they had done to each other in the other room – but only Peter was naked.  Tony didn’t get naked in front of Peter.  And when it came time to shower?  Tony only showered in the dark.

And, tonight, they were showering together.

For several moments they didn’t speak at all.  Peter faced forward, not moving while Tony lathered him up, rubbed him down.  Skin on skin. Hands gently caressing and gliding over places that had just recently been held in a firm grip for a good hard fuck.  But the athletic time, the showing-off time, was over.  This was afterward.  Time to be tender.  Time to be loving.

Peter let it happen for quite some time. 

Until he was done with it, and turned around. 

He lathered up his hands and was allowed to soap up Tony’s neck and shoulders, but was met with protests the moment he tried to stroke Tony’s chest.

“Get out of my business,” Tony growled (but Peter could hear the smile in his voice.)  “Get over here, Adonis…”  Forcibly he turned Peter back around and manhandled him under the shower spray.

“Adonis?” Peter laughed.  “Are you saying I’m a Greek statue with a tiny dick?”

That got a laugh from the older man.  He wrapped his arms around Peter and took both hands in his, gesturing with the bar soap Peter was still holding.

“Shut up and soap up, greenhorn,” he growled.

“I don’t know what a greenhorn is,” Peter countered, which only earned him a heavy sigh. 

It only made Peter grin all the more.  The wine he had been offered before had no real effect on him – but now he felt drunk.  This was possibly the best night of his life.  He turned around again and draped his arms over Tony’s neck.  “You gonna fuck me again while I’m soapy, Stark?”

“Aren’t you sore, baby?  I just popped your cherry…”

That just made Peter giggle all the more.  “Actually there’s no such thing as a … oh nevermind I forgot.  I’m dating a Gen Xer…” 

“Does it hurt?  Do you want Daddy to kiss it and make it better?”

“If you swear you’ll never call yourself ‘Daddy’ again you can kiss anything you want, Tony Stark.”

* * *

Fully pressed up against the cool of the shower wall, with both butt cheeks spread wide by powerful hands and a skillful tongue purposefully pressing into the very center of him, Peter had only one coherent thought.  It went something like…

“Ao3 had not prepared me for this.”

* * *

Afterward Tony held him in one strong warm while holding his own mouth and face in the shower spray.  He did not speak for quite a while, just relaxed in the shower spray, holding Peter.

When Peter could speak (after several moments of just pressing his face into Tony’s arm, his eyes still wide, his mouth still slack) he barely spoke above a whisper.

“Tony… no one’s ever done that to be before.”

“I’m your first, I want to be all your firsts,” Tony smirked.  “Every single one.”

“Well, you’ll have to invent time travel again in order to do that…”

“I invented time travel for you once before,” Tony said seriously.

“… why shouldn’t I do it again?”

[sunfloweredstarker]

brat!peter is my lifeforce

contains: brat!spoiled!peter, ceo!tony, dirty talk, dry humping, possessive!tony (kinda), daddy kink

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Tony had no idea what had gotten into the boy today.

Maybe Starbucks secretly pumped their caramel frappucinos with chemicals that made consumers into spoiled, demanding little brats, just like the one who was currently lounging on the sofa in his office with his slender legs thrown akimbo as he pursed his pretty pink lips around a green straw shoved inside a coffee cup. 

Tony could barely focus on his computer screen, what with the literal temptation of sin stretched out across his couch making obnoxious slurping noises as he drank his coffee. The man’s patience was running out fast, and it was almost as if Peter knew this in the way that he suddenly spoke up.

“Daddy…” He whined petulantly, and God did Tony’s cock twitch at that.

“Yes, baby?” The genius responded for what seemed to be the fiftieth time that morning, pausing his typing and sparing a glance over to where his precious boy was watching him with hooded, ne’er-do-well eyes. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, knowing that when the boy looked at him like that when he was in one of his ‘moods’, it never ended well.

“You’ve been working for aaaages… I’m literally getting grey hairs over here. When’re you gonna be done?” The boy huffed, arching his back to stretch like a pampered cat and groaning lightly as he did so.

Tony let out a controlled exhale through his lips, much like he was performing yoga. “I don’t see myself being done with this work for at least another hour, sweetheart.”

The look that Peter gave him was enough to melt his heart, even despite his logical side knowing that it was a ploy to get the man to pity the boy. For what, Tony had no idea. “An hour? But, but, but Daddy, you’ve already been ignoring me for so long!”

The man opened his mouth to argue, but closed it again. There was no point in arguing with Peter. In this mood, the boy could argue for America, and so he sighed in defeat.

“Alright, look. Why don’t you c’mere, you can sit on my lap until I’m done working.” Tony said, pushing himself back in his desk chair to offer his lap as a seat to the boy.

The radiant smile that spread across Peter’s face was one that took Tony’s breath away, and for a split second made all of Peter’s bratty behaviour previously almost forgiveable. The boy rose from the couch and flounced his way over to Tony’s chair, before placing himself right in the centre of Tony’s lap. 

This was fine, a little obscuring in terms of vision of his computer screen, but Tony could manage.

The peace that settled between them lasted all of about five seconds before Peter was squirming gently on the man’s lap. Tony took a moment to regain composure, before returning to the email he was currently working on. The boy was just getting comfortable, that was all. Nothing more. 

Nothing more, until Peter squirmed again.

And again.

And again.

If Tony was honest, he had kept Peter in his office that morning to stop him from wandering around and causing havoc: the outfit the boy was wearing today, perfectly tight skinny jeans and an oversized dress shirt of Tony’s that had been unbuttoned just one button too many, was bound to cause a few stares from his employees. What could Tony say, he was a possessive man. Only he deserved the privilege to gawk at his boy.

It seemed, however, that Peter was perfectly capable of causing havoc right here in his office. As the boy shifted across his lap one more time, Tony’s slack-covered cock was finally hard, and nestled perfectly against the boy’s pert, delicious ass. The man resisted the urge to hold the boy down by the waist and grind up against him, but he did lean forward so that his chin rested in the crook of Peter’s neck as they both faced the same direction.

“Don’t think I’m stupid, sweetheart. If I have to stop what I’m doing, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.” He drawled, his breath ghosting along the shell of Peter’s ear to make him shudder. 

Peter giggled lightly, before gently tilting his head back so that he could rest it against Tony’s shoulder.

“Oh, but Daddy… that’s exactly what I was going for.” He purred.

[thestarkerisobvious]

A Gift For All Of You

from myself and the late great @von--gelmini

A bit from the unfinished book that WOULD have been Book Number Six In This Series.

But believe me... it stands alone.

“So, I have a request,” Peter said, having spent all of dinner and the rest of the evening working up the nerve to say that sentence.

He promised himself he’d be manly about it. 

He wasn’t.  He delivered his manly line in the safe place in the crook of Tony’s neck.

But he had to ask now because the evening was over and they were headed toward the bedroom.  If he didn’t ask now, he wouldn’t have the opportunity to ask.  But suddenly Peter had cold feet.

Tony had been so romantic since their trip compound, so tender. Since they had gotten back together, really.  And Peter was absolutely not complaining.  And he adored the gentle, loving sex. Loved hearing Tony’s voice crooning to Peter and calling him ‘my virgin’ (an endearment Peter secretly treasured.) Suddenly, Peter wasn’t sure if this was such a good idea.

Tony stroked the back of Peter’s hair, fingers tangling loosely in his curls. “You can always make a request, Pete. I encourage them, in fact. I wanna know everything that you like. Even everything that you fantasized about and might just want to try. If we try something and either of us don’t like it, then… obviously we talk about it. As if we wouldn't.  Since I can’t seem to shut up around you.” 

He smiled, though Peter, his eyes buried in Tony’s neck, couldn’t see it. “And you can always talk to me from right where you are,” he whispered.  “I kinda love that.”

First Peter sighed in contentment. It was good when Tony reminded him this hide-in-the-neck habit he had, as embarrassing as it was, was okay.

Then he took a deep breath and did his level best.

“You’re so sweet and gentle, and I really like it…” he said, running one finger up his lover’s bicep. “But I was wondering…”

Oh god, this was hard. And so damn easy to just let Tony take over (after all the man was good at it!) and avoid all this unnecessary effort. Still, school was becoming stressful for the first time in his life.  That was as good an excuse as any. 

“Oh god. I was wondering, could you…”

He would have just given up then. But now he was blushing furiously, and Tony was bound to notice. So, what the hell? He went for it.

He put both hands on Tony’s waist, sticking his fingers through belt loops and whispered, “Could you just… fuck me?  I mean, really pound me?

“I mean…

‘Non-romantically,’ he was about to say, but that wasn’t even a word. There was a word he was looking for, though, and it was silly that he couldn’t just say it. 

He took a deep breath and tried again.

“…doggy-style?”

[the-sugar-in-the-whiskey]

He fucked Peter like he'd dreamed about. Not slow. Not sweet. Hard and deep and brutal, the headboard slamming against the wall with every thrust, the bed creaking under them, Peter making sounds. Just gasps of choked air, moans, and Tony's name, over and over, like a prayer.

"Eight years." His throat spasmed. "Eight goddamn years I’ve wanted this. Wanted you."

Peter's response dissolved into a moan as Tony changed the angle, drove in deeper.

"Iykyk years old in the back of that car after Germany and I wanted to," Tony's hips snapped forward, brutal. "You fell asleep on my shoulder and I wanted to wake you up with my hand down your pants fingering you open. Wanted to feel you get hard for me. Wanted to hear what sounds you'd make when you came for the first time. Wanted to take every bit of that goddamn innocence for myself and fuck it out of you. Fill you up with my cum while you screamed for me."

This one’s been sitting in my drafts for a HOT MINUTE. The sharpie fic no one asked for…

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[aes-ashh]

💕

[jimmyjimsjim]

His life is so difficult

[snowsmoked]

David Hollander is definitely the type of man to randomly put on a song and pull his wife up to dance with him, especially if she’s stressing about something, or worrying, or upset, or just because. She will usually lightly protest, honey, I need to finish this email, but she’ll happily go along nonetheless.

David does it for the first time in front of Ilya when the boys are visiting and Shane and Yuna are planning (arguing) about something new brand deal.

He puts a song on the record player (Yuna has given up teaching him the Alexa), and he takes Yuna’s hand without a word. She protests that they need to plan out these contract terms and how his son is being difficult about it.

Shane starts to protest at that, but doesn’t get far until Ilya pulls him up to dance, too. A very embarrassed Shane goes willingly. He’s watched his father do this for years but never thought he would be pulled up to dance one day. From the fond looks from his parents, they probably didn’t either.

Shane meets Ilya’s smile with a half-hearted glare, but can’t deny swaying to the music in his boyfriend’s arms feels much better than stressing about a brand deal. Ilya makes a note to ask David for anymore tips and tricks.

[ucco]

[spideyslag]

I started a summer job today and I met an otter named stark (named after Tony) who had a mate 10 years younger than him

Hashtag starker summer we’re so back guys