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Countdown to Midnight

By: LivviBee

For: @90minsofscreentime

Rating: Mature

Pairing: starker

Tags: New Year's Eve, New Year's Kiss, Daddy Kink, Professor Tony Stark, College Student Peter Parker

WC: 2.5k~

Summary: Was it a date? It wasn't a date. But could it become a date? Midnight will tell.

Link to the fic under the jump.

Thanks for reading lovies! Happy New Year!

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TEAM ALPHA:

Criminal Author: KiraH69 Rating: G Words: 1,220 Summary: "Stiles has custom ringtones for every member of the pack. Some can be very telling."

TEAM RED:

Mama I'm in Love Creator: LivviBee Type of Work: Moodboard Summary: "Moodboard created for The Steter Mini Bang 2022."

Check out the rest of the Steter Mini Bang 2022 works on AO3 here!

[peterrparrkerr]

How do you just absolutely churn out so much top-tier content???? What is your secret??? How are you doing it?? I'm in absolute awe every time I get an alert from AO3 that you've done it again.

Ah thank you baby!!

I actually sold my soul to the fae when I was 15. Thats the only reason I spit out so many fics. That and I have no social life outside of tumblr and I have odd hours at work.

[betterflie]

Your blog is *chefkiss* immaculate. So much good fucking food and content!

you probably sent this like a week ago im sorry I n e v e r check my asks 😭😭

thank you so much! Ily and youre so talented and I would love to hear more of your thoughts on autofellatio. ❤ 🥰

[livvibee]

Red Bottoms Aren't Just For Louboutins

Pairing: Starker

Rating: M

Length: 1.7k

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Domestic Discipline, Spanking, Off-Screen Violence

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Peter burst into Tony’s study, heedless of the closed doors and looming goons that meant Do Not Enter. He practically skipped into the room on his Christian Louboutin heels, oversized sweater hanging off one shoulder exposing the glimmer of highlighter across his collarbone, and wilting flower crown knocked askew in his excitement as he clutched a wriggling bundle close to his chest.

“Daddy!” Peter called out happily, weaving his way through the assembled men and women, ignoring the flinty eyes and hardened jaws, the tension lingering in the air like the smoke from Tony’s cigar as the bound and gagged man cringed on the floor.

Tony sighed, raising an eyebrow at Peter who stopped in his tracks, then smiled sharply from behind the large mahogany desk, beckoning Peter forward and around the desk with a wave of his hand. “And what do we have here?”

Peter unwrapped his prize to show a tiny white puppy, with a delicate pink nose and floppy ears, dangling him carefully in the air, showing the faint speckles on his round tummy. “Isn’t he just the most precious?”

Chuckling fondly, Tony pulled Peter down into his lap by his hips, nuzzling into his temple, and whispering in the boy’s ear. “I think you’re the most precious, even though you’re not supposed to interrupt Daddy’s meetings, but I’ll admit he’s a pretty close second.”

Peter tossed his head nervously and giggled, then shot pleading eyes at Tony, who was decidedly the most dangerous man on the eastern seaboard, and perhaps the whole country. “Can we keep him?”

“Hmm, I don’t know tesorino, a puppy is a lot of responsibility.”

“Please Daddy?” Peter dragged out the please, batting his eyelashes at Tony and using all of his considerable charms.

“Alright my darling, yes, we can keep him.”

“Thank you, Daddy!” Peter turned and planted an enthusiastic kiss on Tony’s lips, pouring out his gratitude into the kiss that was rapidly turning into a filthy tangle of tongues, only tapering off when the puppy started to whimper where he was sandwiched in between their bodies.

“Oh! Poor baby,” Peter cooed, drawing back from the heated embrace. “Let’s take you outside.”

Peter slid off Tony’s lap, giggling at the tap of the man’s hand on his ass, and made his way back through the room, cooing wordlessly at his new pet as he carelessly passed by several of the underworld’s most feared enforcers, sailing through the open doors with clicking steps on the marble floor, knowing that the guards would take care of closing the room again.

It wasn’t until later that evening that Tony finally made an appearance in their private suite of rooms in the infamous Stark Mansion.

“Peter!” Tony called out crisply, voice clearly projecting that he expected Peter to materialize from whatever odd corner he’d managed to curl up in. He could hear a low thud and then the scramble of feet from the next room.

Peter poked his head around the corner, holding the puppy to his chest like a shield, still looking soft in his oversized sweater, and even softer yet without the stilettos. “Ye- Yes Daddy?”

“Come here.”

The lithe young man walked slowly across the room, staring at his feet and absently shushing his passenger.

Tony sighed. “Put the dog down.”

Peter clutched the dog closer to his chest for a moment, but then quailed under Tony’s gaze, and did as he was instructed.

“Now, come closer.”

Peter crept the rest of the way to Tony, drawing things out as long as possible, finally arriving right in front of the man, whose crisp white sleeves were rolled halfway up his forearms, and still lightly splattered with blood. “Yes, Daddy?” Peter asked, looking up at Tony through his long lashes, wringing his hands anxiously in front of him.

“Someone,” Tony said, tapping his chin, “has been very naughty today. Any idea as to who that might be?

“I’m certain it wasn’t me Daddy,” Peter said, innocent tone hiding the anxiety Tony could see spike in his eyes. “I’ve been an absolute angel.”

Tony shot Peter a highly unimpressed look. “Is that what you call interrupting my meeting today?”

Peter gasped in shock. “But Daddy-”

“Don’t you ‘But Daddy’ me. What’s the rule about Daddy’s meetings?”

The boy mumbled something grudgingly under his breath, staring daggers down at the floor.

“What was that?” Tony asked sharply, raising an eyebrow in warning.

Peter sighed. “Only interrupt a meeting if it’s an emergency.”

“And was a puppy an emergency?”

“Well…”

“Peter!” Tony chided.

“But it was really important!” Peter stressed.

“Was it?” Tony asked, keeping his voice carefully even. “It couldn’t have waited another hour or two for me to finish?”

Peter sighed and hung his head. “I guess it could have.”

“And what do you “guess” I should do now?”

“Um- Hug me and kiss me and say you forgive me?” Peter looked up at Tony with a hopeful grin.

Tony made the sound of a buzzer. “Forgiveness is earned, not given. Try again, think a little harder this time. What happens to bad little boys when they break a rule?”

Peter sighed and stomped one foot on the floor, crossing his arms and admitting grudgingly, “They get punished.”

“Oh, they get punished, do they?” Tony reached under Peter’s chin and tilted his head up, forcing him to make eye contact. “What kind of punishment do you think you deserve?”

Eyes filling with alarmed tears, Peter pleaded, “Oh Daddy, please, I’m sorry, don’t make me pick.”

Tony hummed consideringly. “Go in the bedroom and take your clothes off, then kneel, nose in the corner. You know which one.”

Peter whirled around and scampered into the other room, brushing away a few tears as he went.

Tony wandered over to the bar and poured himself a few fingers of whiskey, monitoring the time on his watch carefully. He waited a full ten minutes, idly sipping his drink before making his way quietly into the bedroom. Tony stopped once he was inside, admiring the picture Peter made in the corner. His boy was kneeling gracefully, arms carefully clasped just above his round ass, highlighting the defined lines of his scapula and slim waist, leaning slightly so his nose would touch the wall. Peter’s breath was hitching slightly with every inhale, back shuddering slightly as he tried to keep his breathing even. Perfect.

Footsteps echoing clearly on the hardwood floor, Tony walked toward the corner, stopping once he was caging Peter in with his legs. Tony stroked Peter’s hair, once, twice, then grabbed it in a viciously tight grip, smiling grimly at the boy’s surprised yelp as his head tilted back. “Are you going to be good for me?”

Peter replied “Yes Daddy,” in a tear-choked voice, looking up at Tony with wide and beseeching eyes.

“Good,” Tony said simply, roughly releasing Peter’s hair and walking away from the corner, snapping his fingers crisply for Peter to follow.

Sitting down on the sleek, black leather bench positioned at the foot of their king-sized bed, Tony reached down and hauled Peter up and across his lap roughly, settling him with his ass in the air, and chest and knees resting on the bench. “Why are we here Peter?”

“Be- Because I was bad.” Peter stuttered, ashamed tears already flowing.

Tony brought his hand down onto Peter’s ass with a flurry of sharp smacks that left searing heat in their wake. “Be more specific.”

Peter cried out sharply with each blow, adding with a shaking voice, “Because I interrupted your meeting.”

“And?” Tony asked leadingly, picking his hand up to hover over Peter’s already flushed ass.

“And it wasn’t an emergency.” Peter spat out quickly.

“Why do we have the rule about emergencies?

Peter bit back a sob. “Because there could be dangerous people- Dangerous things happening there, and I could get hurt.”

“Good,” Tony said simply, before resting his hand down on one reddened cheek and squeezing down firmly. “We’re going to address the issue, and when we’re done, all will be forgiven, capiche?”

Sniffling slightly, Peter replied, “Okay Daddy,” and braced himself for the onslaught.

Tony brought his hand back down on Peter’s ass, the cracking sounds echoing through the room as his round cheeks jiggled and blossomed to a deep pink under the blows. It wasn’t long before Peter was squirming across Tony’s lap, gasping deeply and trying to breathe through the pain, air whooshing back out of his lungs as the stinging impact of Tony’s hand rattled through his body, radiating from the crease of his ass and thighs out through his limbs.

A particularly hard smack made Peter yelp high in his throat, and his hand flew back beyond his control to try and cover himself. Tony tsked loudly and grabbed the errant hand, pinning it to Peter’s lower back as he continued wailing away on Peter’s reddened cheeks. Peter was crying helplessly now, fat tears tracking down his cheeks, shuddering with every blow to his abused skin.

“I’m sorry- ‘M sorry,” Peter cried out between sobs as Tony’s hand started to slow, gripping at Peter’s cheeks after each hit, fingers sinking in like claws.

Finally, when Peter’s ass was a blazing fire and he’d cried what seemed like every tear in his body, Tony stopped, releasing Peter’s wrist and rubbing his back as his gulping slowly trickled down to deep, shuddering breaths.

“There’s my good boy,” Tony cooed, gentling Peter as he slowly calmed down. “You took that so well.” Tony waited until Peter’s breaths returned to normal, stroking his back and whispering gentle endearments until the boy shifted restlessly. “Are you ready to sit up now?”

Peter sighed gently and stretched his arms and legs out, preparing to lift up off Tony’s lap. “Yes, Daddy.”

Tony guided Peter up gently, settling him with his weight tilted onto one hip, leaning up against Tony’s muscular chest and avoiding the press of his tender skin against the bench. “There we go baby,” Tony whispered, kissing Peter’s hair and holding him in his arms, “everything is okay now, you are forgiven.”

Peter sighed gratefully and snuggled into Tony’s grip, pressing his head into the crook of Tony’s neck. “Thank you, Daddy. I love you.”

Squeezing Peter tighter, Tony replied. “I love you too, tesoro.”

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TEAM ALPHA:

Paradigm Shift Author: LivviBee Rating: T Words: 3,123 Summary: "It might have started with catching a scent, a jostle, or a handshake. Perhaps instead, it was over a drink in an airport bar, or the instant his head was thrown back in laughter, revealing the long line of an intimately tempting throat? Whatever the circumstances, Peter Hale found his life forever changed by meeting Stiles Stilinksi."

TEAM RED:

You were there Creator: tsubame_17 Type of Work: Plush Dolls Summary: "A little Teen Wolf X Animal Crossing in plush."

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just a lil wip wednesday snippet

Staying with Tony and Pepper on the occasional weekend overnight was like a dream come true. Well… Maybe a certain kind of dream come true? Peter loved how they treated him, always including him in their lives, never making him feel awkward or like a third wheel. Asking about school, how patrol had gone that week, inquiring into his life, and really sounding like they cared. The only thing that made it as terrible as it was wonderful, was the awful, terrible, debilitating crush he had on them. 

Of course, Peter was realistic, they were old enough to be his parents, in a settled relationship, and certainly didn’t have any use for his jailbait omega ass. They were just… Nice, was all. Peter cherished every minute he got to spend with them, either together, or one-on-one, in the middle of the night if Peter couldn’t sleep and Tony was in his lab, or if Peter was up bright and early when Pepper was still preparing for her day. 

It was one of those nights when insomnia had Peter in its grasp, he’d been tossing and turning for hours. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” Peter quietly spoke to the ceiling. 

“Yes Peter?” Came the gentle response from the hidden speakers that were installed in every room. 

“Is Tony in the lab?” 

“No Peter, he is not.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. said softly. “Do you want me to page him?”

“No-” Peter hastily said, not wanting to disturb him. “No Fri, that’s not necessary. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, Peter.” 

Peter had been awake long enough that he’d gotten hungry again, despite eating way more than his fair share of the pizzas they’d had delivered earlier that night. He rubbed absently at his growling stomach, then quietly rolled out of bed and headed toward the kitchen for a midnight snack. His room was tucked down a long carpeted hallway, just across from Tony and Pepper’s master suite, and he padded silently in his pajamas and bare feet. As he rounded the corner into the living room, Peter gasped quietly and froze in his tracks. 

Tony and Pepper were- Pepper was- Tony was inside-