Brie Larson Owns My Being

After Tony having a rough, very long, day at work;

Peter being there at the apartment waiting for him;

Tony snuggling and finding his way close to Peter;

Peter holding him in his arms until they fall asleep together.

Finally a real smut scene.

Hi Tony it’s Peter. I was wondering if I could drop in you know maybe bring some takeout since it’s almost dinner time. I’m like five minutes away from Delmar’s Sandwiches. Or one if I swing over there.

No. Don’t come.

Peter pouts, shoulders sagging at the text.  He’s sitting on the rooftop of a run down apartment building in his neighbourhood. The omega is still in his Spiderman suit as he had been in the middle of an afternoon patrol. But how could he even focus when his boyfriend was sick? The omega hasn’t seen his alpha in almost a week! Five days ago, Peter had received a text from Tony.

Sorry sweetheart. I don’t think you should come to the Tower today. I’m not feeling well.

Of course Peter was insistent on coming anyways and being a good boyfriend. But Tony had been stern yet placating. If you got sick because of me I’d be very mad at myself.

But he was Spiderman! He hadn’t caught a cold since he was bitten at the age of fourteen. Unfortunately, there was no way of going against his alpha’s clear orders, leaving behind a sulking Peter. Only Happy had been delighted at the news. Free from having to pick up Peter after school and swatting away nosy teenagers from fogging up the windows of the Bentley.

As time passes, Peter grows increasingly anxious. By Friday, he’s going crazy. Tony’s texts were getting shorter and shorter each day. Which, Peter concludes, could only mean that Tony was getting worse. During lunch he consults his two beta friends.

“Surprise him. Show up in a sexy nurse’s outfit.” MJ advises.

Ned makes a face. “Gross.”

“Why? A male nurse in a skimpy outfit doesn’t conform to your stereotypical gender roles?” MJ doesn’t miss a beat.

Peter masterfully tunes them out and he knows he’s already made a decision. He’s going to the Tower after school.

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Impatient, Peter swings his way to the Tower. By the time he’s reached his destination, his web fluid is empty, but that’s fine he has no intention of going home today.

He climbs along the side of the Avengers Tower, making his way towards the discreet glass entrance near the top floor of the Tower. One that was designed and installed entirely for the Iron Man armor’s convenient access. It leads directly into Tony’s own master bedroom. And FRIDAY’s security is authorized to grant access for only two people.

As soon as he is inside, Peter peels the mask from his face and almost buckles over at the unmistakable and overwhelming stench of alpha. But what was usually the familiar and comforting scent of his boyfriend is now an attack on Peter’s already sensitive senses. The smell makes him want to sink to his knees and whine. It’s an instinct that the omega only feels during a heat.

The sound of running water draws Peter hesitantly towards the bathroom. As the scent gets stronger, his knees start to buckle and slick is already starting to run down his legs. He shakily opens the door and the omega’s breath hitch when he finally sees Tony, past the fog and shower glass, eyes shut tight, lips parted as he pumps his own cock.

The omega’s body reacts faithfully and new slick dribbles from the cleft of his ass, his body getting ready to serve his alpha’s needs.

Tony’s eyes snap open at the scent of a fertile omega, his omega. Peter visibly gulps when angry, dark eyes burn into his own.

Tony growls, “I thought I told you not to come.” And he slams the shower door open, pulling Peter harshly inside, suit and all. Peter’s slammed against the wall but he has no time to care when all he can think is more, more, more. He barely feels the fabric fall past his shoulders onto the ground in a useless heap. The omega keens when he feels an unforgiving bite to his exposed throat. He gasps, “Alpha.”

“You never listen do you. Every single time. Only bad omegas disobey their alphas.” Tony says lowly. “What am I going to do with you?”

Peter whimpers, wanting to be good. He never ever wants to disappoint his alpha.

Tony’s breath is hot against his own burning cheeks. “How should I punish you omega?”

Peter doesn’t get a chance to answer because Tony’s mouth devours his own. The kiss is absolutely filthy, he can feel the drool down his chin all the way to the base of his neck. Tony bites down on his lips before licking into his mouth again. Peter cries out when he feels a rough tug on his wet curls. But his alpha under the haze of his rut, is unconcerned. A hot mouth is busy bruising his neck and shoulders, marking what is his.

Tony’s crushing him against the cool marble of the shower but still he doesn’t feel close enough. There’s a desperation in Tony’s touch and Peter knows his alpha feels the same. “Need you, alpha. Please. Want to make you feel good.”

His answer is a groan and suddenly Peter’s feet are dangling in the air as he is hoisted up against the wall. He quickly wraps his lean limbs around his alpha, just in time as two thick fingers work into his soaked underwear and plunge into his heat. “Ah! Tony!”

It burns so good. The walls of the omega’s anus, in welcome, clench tighter around the intrusion. Peter’s eyes roll to the back of his head when he feels the pressure on his prostate. Tony is merciless as he curls his fingers to change angles. He cums with only the fingers in his ass and the omega is shaking so hard he can barely keep his grip on Tony.

There’s no time to catch a breath because the head of Tony’s cock is at his entrance. It feels solid and heavy against his sensitive rim. The boy is leaking from the anticipation. He whimpers, “Please.”

And Tony is pushing into his heat. “Tight.” His alpha grunts pleased.

Peter’s voice is hoarse as he cries out in what’s both pain and pleasure. He’s already come twice on his alpha’s cock but Tony is still relentless as he drives in, deeper and deeper each thrust. It’s too much for his abused prostate but he can’t get away. Tony’s hands leave angry fingerprints on his hips with how hard he’s gripping. Forget his spider strength, Peter can’t even remember his own goddamn name. “Tony, tony please no more. It’s too much. I- I can’t. It hurts now. Please.” Peter sobs.

“Peter,” Tony breathes out, the smouldering desire still heavy in his voice. “You said you want to be good for me. You’re perfect right now. Fucking perfect for me. Just made for my cock.” Peter is screaming as he comes again. He blacks out.

When he comes too again, he’s still damp and on a bed, and a hot, wet appendage is pushing into his asshole. “Oh my god!” Tony’s large, calloused hands hold his pale legs embarrassingly wide apart. Peter is utterly exposed and at his mercy. Tony blows into his hole. “Come on my tongue, baby boy. Just like you came on my fingers and my dick.”

Satin sheets wrap up his small frame and he’s completely surrounded by Tony’s smell. That only drives him madder and he clenches the pillow to keep the last shred of his sanity when the orgasm rips from his body.

“Delicious,” Tony looks up and grins, with a face full of slick, a tongue purposely licking his lips. When Tony crawls up to to kiss him again, Peter can taste himself, salty and sweet.

He gasps out loud when Tony pushes in without warning. “Tony please I can’t! Not again. I can’t.” He’s babbling at this point, fear creeping up on him when Tony doesn’t slow down. His cock is spent and red from coming so many times but never once being touched. Tears run down his face at the sensations building up again, “No I’m gonna- I’m gonna die. I feel like I’m gonna-.”

“Peter,” Tony soothes. “It’s OK just one more. You can do it. I know you can. My good boy. My perfect perfect boy.” And finally a hand wraps around his neglected cock, pumping slowly compared to the sharp thrusts to his insides. Peter doesn’t know to cry in relief or pain when finally Tony’s knot swells and he’s pumped up with cum.

Exhausted and overheated, Peter tries to roll away from under the weight of his lover as Tony’s knot dies down. A firm pressure on the bulge of his tender stomach stops him. Tony’s lips brush his ears, sensual and full of promise. “Sorry love, last one this time.”

He almost misses Bucky’s words over the sound of the rain pelting against the windows.

“You know,” he starts, breath something so fiercely gentle on the back of Steve’s neck it makes his chest pull tight. “I used to swear that you’d come and visit me when I managed to close my eyes sometimes.”

For @peterparkerbingo | Fill: Stripper/Erotic Dancer For @starkerfestivals | Fill: Fake Dating

Tony needs a date for his company party, so of course, he hires a stripper.

And then he finds out that Peter’s smarter than half the interns at his company, so really, he has no choice but to offer him a position.

okay so this is like only 10% my fault and 90% @itfeelssogoodmrstark ‘s fault

She said: “turn him on his back, while Peter straddles him and then he slowly puts down Tony’s sunglasses“

And stupidly, I said: “ i see this and raise you: peter takes off his sunglasses, puts it on himself, then starts riding his dick“

And suddenly I have *gestures vaguely over 1.5k of this nonsense* this

i churned this out real quick and all mistakes belong to Luna

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The private jet reaches altitude and levels off, the fasten-seatbelt sign turning off overhead with a soft ding. Tony Stark undoes the clasp around his waist but doesn’t take off his sunglasses as he continues to gaze out the little window watching the sun set over the sea of clouds.

The flight attendants bustle around him, all short skirts and tight uniforms, offering him warm towels and alcoholic beverages. Their smiles are sultry, voices lilting just a little high, a little breathy, hoping to be the one he’ll choose to take into the bedroom at the back of the cabin for a little in-flight entertainment.

But Tony’s already got his eye on someone.

Sidetracked | Tony/Bucky. Some fluffy boys for you! @fanbug 💘

Contains: Daddy Bucky, brat Tony, fluff.

(Characters are 18+)

Bucky and Tony had spent the day in bed, cuddling, exchanging lazy kisses and eating in there too. They were feeling satiated and soft from their earlier activities that lasted well into the night. Bucky’s attempts for them to be somewhat productive had been futile, his boy knew his weak spots.

It may have only been one attempt but in his defence he was targeted by Tony’s puppy dog eyes. He was only so strong when it came to being informed how much he’d missed him during his recent mission, eager to shower him with affection. Of course Bucky missed him just as much.

Hey ned, you’ve been promoted to sugar daddy status! Can you venmo me a 20?

But actually, he accidentally sent it to Tony without realizing.

Not Ned, but I’ll keep the promotion.

and Tony would be like, spoil yourself baby 

Summary:

Steve hasn’t had wet dreams since he was a kid, but they’ve returned with a vengeance.

Notes:

lmao oh my God. It’ll be nice to joke about this bc the thought of Tony aging makes me want to die.

P.S. I originally wrote this nsfw, and then I wasn’t sure if you wanted it to be dirty, so I rewrote it lol.

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Peter watched Happy and Tony dance around the boxing ring fondly. He always found that watching Tony do anything was interesting. Especially when it involved physical exertion. Tony was sexy with a sheen of sweat on him.

Tony had a couple good rounds, and then Peter noticed the man starting to go harder. He kept rushing Happy onto the ropes.

Peter rolled his eyes, “Don’t go too hard, You’re gonna pull something.”

“Can it,” Tony called. “You shouldn’t disrespect your elders.”

—

Peter and Tony were jogging in the park in their matching gear when Tony cried, “Race you!” and rushed forward into a sprint.

Peter laughed, pushing himself so he could catch up with Tony.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Peter said when he matched his pace with Tony’s. The man was obviously about to pass out, and Peter still had another few miles in him. “You’re gonna have a heart attack.”

Tony glowered at Peter, but he slowed down to a jog nonetheless.

“You know, I bet I could outrun you a few years ago,” Tony insisted. “Back in my prime.”

Peter smiled, “Back then I was just a skinny nerd. You would’ve lapped me whether you were in your prime or not.”

“Quit sucking up, Parker. You’re still a skinny nerd,” Tony laughed before running ahead.

“Hey! You tricked me,” Peter cried.

—

“Hey, do you think we should get you some of this?” Peter held up a jar of anti-age creme.

“If you put that in the cart, I’m buying you diapers,” Tony pointed at Peter in warning.

Peter didn’t take his eyes off Tony while he lowered the jar into the cart.

—

“Can you grab me a drink?” Peter asked Tony while they were watching a movie on the couch.

“Get it yourself,” Tony huffed.

“Oh come on,” Peter insisted.

“You’re always reminding me of how spry you are,” Tony said without taking his eyes off the TV. “You can manage a walk to the kitchen.”

“Man, I’m gonna have to put you in a home,” Peter said solemnly. “You’re starting to get disagreeable.”

“Honey, you couldn’t live with out me,” Tony argued. “You’d come crawling the next day to beg me to come back.”

“Probably true,” Peter admitted.

“God help me,” Tony rolled his eyes, getting up to get Peter his drink.

Four Times Steve Said I Love You and One Time Tony Said It First Art

Summary:

“Anything you want, Tony. This isn’t – there’s no script. There’s no supposed to. Everything I just said will still be true tomorrow no matter what happens next, I prom-”

Tony stretched up on his toes and slid his mouth against Steve’s, catching Steve’s words on his tongue, swallowed the surprised puff of breath. Steve’s lips were dry and he kissed Tony back instantly, deeply, almost desperately.

Notes:

For nightwalker.

Inspired by Four Times Steve Said I Love You and One Time Tony Said It First by nightwalker.

starker moodboard (30/?) reporter/journalist!peter + famous!tony

“And for today’s guests of honor, Iron Man and Captain America!”

Tony chooses that moment to land, the suit formidable and a beacon of strength, standing in front of the massive crowd before them. He spreads his arms open and the helmet of his suit disassembles, until Tony is visible, beaming at the crowd. 

Steve smiles a little at the sight. The suit is always, always impressive, but he likes the look on Tony’s face when he’s like this, happy and free. 

Later, after the ceremony is done, Steve pushes Tony up against the closest wall and kisses him, insistent and demanding. Tony kisses back, at this point it’s second nature, but eventually he puts a hand on Steve’s chest and pushes him away.

“Okay, where the hell did this come from, soldier? Not that I’m complaining, I’m really not, but-” 

Steve shuts him up with another kiss, sliding his tongue across Tony’s bottom lip and sucking slightly, causing Tony to gasp into his mouth.

He pulls away and marvels at the sight of Tony in the armor, hair messy, lips kiss swollen. 

“Okay, jesus, wow, really not complaining at all, but seriously, what’s up with this?”

Steve shrugs. “I was just reminded at how badass my husband is.”

Tony cocks an eyebrow. “Firstly, I’m always badass. Secondly, please, continue making your case.”

Steve laughs a little, rolling his eyes. “Whatever you say, Tony.”

(Canon typical violence.)

Steve lands a kick on the incoming soldiers, efficiently sweeping his other leg out from the other one, landing a punch as he moves. Tony stares in endless fascination. Steve moves faster than Tony can process, almost a blur in his eyes. Tony watches as the last of the remaining 8 guards receives a sharp blow with the shield. 

Admittedly, it’s hot as fuck.

Tony walks up to him as the head of his helmet dissolves. Steve smiles at him, an adorably proud expression on his face.

“Not bad, huh?”

Tony laughs. God, he loves him. “Yeah, not bad, Cap. You know, for a 100 year old man.”

“You love it,” Steve replies, cocking his head.

“Hell yeah I do,” Tony says, grabbing him by the back of his neck and tugging Steve against him.

Steve melts into him and Tony really shouldn’t find it hot that the same hand that’s cupping his face so gently is the same hand he just saw snap someone’s elbow like a pretzel.

He does though, and it makes him bite down a little on Steve’s lip before running his tongue over the same spot. Steve makes a soft sound at the back of his throat, and Tony fights off the urge to grin. Captain America, felled by a kiss.

Tony considers that train of thought, until Steve retaliates by sucking slightly on Tony’s tongue, and all of Tony’s thoughts fly out the window.

With great reluctance, he pulls away, breathless. “Not that that wasn’t great, it totally was, but I think we still have some ass to kick.”

Steve smirks. “Unfortunately. But after?”

Tony nods, a grin on his face. “I like where your head’s at, Rogers.”

Steve shrugs, holding up both hands, a wide happy smile on his face. The next second, those same hands are around the waist of another soldier, throwing her over his hip and landing a quick punch to her jaw. 

Before he can say anything, Steve is already gone, a blur of blue and white, 5 incapacitated agents on the floor. 

He gasps and twitches and moans. Tony's hands are calloused, yet so delicate, and precise as they work on every inch of Peter's body; bringing both of them closer and closer to the edge.

"Tony," Peter whines through a broken voice and teary eyes.

Tony pets his hair and asks, "Do you want to stop?"

"No," is Peter's immediate, unwavering answer. Tony waits for a few, tortuously long seconds before continuing.

Peter lets out a breathless noise and his hips jump off the bed, chasing Tony's touch.

Peter resorts to begging, "Please, please, please, Tony! I need you."

He can feel himself on the verge of tears, his entire body tightening and twitching from the unrelenting and unyielding pleasure.

His legs are tensed up and his eyes keep going unfocused and there's this tight ball of want in his abdomen that won't relax. It settles like a pleasantly painful warmth within him. His head is hazy, full of an ineffable fog that he struggles to think through.