#daddy stuff

I will take your arm or your hand. I will draw my hand over your chest while my head rests upon your shoulder. I will run my hand up your leg while my head rests in your lap. Or while it doesn't merely rest there.

I will lean myself over you, draping myself upon you like a sweater. I will draw my hands up over your chest, scratching lightly, kissing your neck softly, as I straighten.

I will draw light circles in your palm as you drive. I will draw light circles on your back as you sleep.

My hands will move over you with intention, with warmth, kneading - and needing - to melt the soreness from your muscles.

I will boop your nose. And I will blush, and I will giggle, for having done so.

My fingertips will find your head to scratch your scalp until you are utterly, blissfully relaxed.

My legs will wrap around your core, pulling you more tightly to me, more deeply in me, as my hands grip your shoulders, desperate to draw us even closer.

My feet will find their way to your warm body and I will laugh when I hear you gasp and swear at the icy chill of my toesies snaking between your legs.

I will take little heed of the world around us when I reach for you, for the world around us blurs and fades to me when you are there to be touched.

frozen/batb1991 crossover ficlet (639 words), rated G

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During the summer holidays, Kristoff has taken the time to rearrange the playground behind the big building. Only, not the children will try it out, but the grown ups…

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Warnings: Too much Daddy and inappropriate use of ice cubes

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Tony enjoys the summertime, maybe a bit too much. He likes to watch Peter prance around his Malibu mansion in tiny jean shorts and ridiculously flamboyant crop tops. He loves the itsy-bitsy excuse of a swimsuit Peter brought with him. He caught himself staring as he lounged by the pool, drink sweating in his hand. Peter sat at the edge, dangling his feet into the water. The speedo barely covers his ass. It leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination and Tony is honestly grateful that Peter hasn’t asked to go to the beach.

Peter stood suddenly, and stretched his arms over her his. Tony hummed softly, appreciative of the way the muscles in Peter’s back ripple just slightly. Peter gently tugged at the hem of his shorts to pull them down, but they snapped right back into place.

“Where did you even get those?” Tony asked.

Peter turned at the sound of his voice, and followed Tony’s gaze to his waist. “My swim shorts?” he asked, coy smile playing on his lips, “I don’t know actually... MJ and I were just out shopping one day when I picked them up.”

“They hardly qualify as shorts,” Tony replied. “Practically a thong.”

Peter faced him and crossed his arms over his chest. Tony tilted his head down, to peek at the boy from over his sunglasses. It was a thong, really. The swimsuit just barely covered Peter’s cock and was loosely held together with small straps at his hips. Tony could easily just rip those straps off, and the suit would be no more.

Peter pivoted to the side just a bit to hide himself. “Stop staring, you dirty old man,” he teased.

“C’mere.” Tony beckoned to Peter and then set his drink down. Peter grinned and sauntered over, hands clasped behind his back. He leaned back, hands on his hips and waited for Tony to speak.

Tony lazily slid his hand up Peter’s thigh, slipping his fingers under the band. “I want to destroy these...” he whispered.

“What, why?” Peter whined, “I thought you’d like them.”

“I do like them,” Tony said, “All I can think about is tearing them off and fucking you out here by the pool.”

He tugged the strap, pulling Peter closer. Peter settled on the pool chair with Tony, straddling his lap.

“You want me?” Peter asked.

He leaned in, like he was about to kiss Tony but just hovered near the man’s lips. He moved a hand between Tony’s legs, not quite touching the man’s obvious hard-on.

“Tease,” Tony groaned. He held Peter’s hips, fingers dancing at the hem of the swimsuit.

“You like it.” Peter pressed his face into Tony’s neck and kissed him there. He wiggled his hips, encouraging Tony to grope him. Tony grabbed Peter’s ass and squeezed. He slipped his hand under the swimsuit, searching for Peter’s hole. His fingers brushed over the round, jeweled end of a plug.

“God, Pete,” he moaned. “You’re killing me.”

“I just wanted to be ready for you Daddy,” Peter hummed.

Tony gently pulled at the plug. He knew exactly which one Peter was wearing; the gold colored, stainless steel with the red jewel - his favorite. He thrust the plug gently in and out of Peter, relishing in his whine.

“Daddy!” he gasped against Tony’s neck.

“Take these off,” Tony ordered, sliding the swim shorts down with his free hand. Peter easily maneuvered himself on the chair, sliding his swimsuit off and tossing it aside. “Show me,” Tony said.

Peter got up, standing next to the chair, and he turned to show Tony the plug. He bent forward and spread his cheeks apart. “Do you like it, Daddy?” he asked.

“Oh, yes,” Tony answered. “Perfect, baby.”

Peter straightened back up. “Are you gonna fuck me now?” He asked, facing Tony and crossing his arms over his chest again. Tony took in the sight; Peter’s hip out to the side, his cock standing against his belly, playful pout on his lips. He had to admit the boy was cute, even if he was a brat.

Tony took his time rising from the chair. He gestured to the open patio where there luxury outdoor sofas shaded under a wooden awning. Peter grinned and strolled over. He laid down on his front, pert little butt raised up by a pillow under his hips. Tony followed him, taking up his drink in his hand.

He watched Peter as he leaned up against an awning post. The boy hasn’t really tanned while they were out here. Peter’s shoulders, back and legs were lightly dusted with the pink hue of sunburn.

Peter glanced over his shoulder at Tony. “C’mon, Daddy!” He groaned.

“Don’t be so impatient, baby boy,” Tony playfully chided.

“Hmph!” Peter turned his head away, nose sticking up into the air.

Tony strode over to the sofa and placed his drink down on the side table in front of Peter. He brought his down with a soft smack on Peter’s ass. He sat down next to the boy and began groping him again.

“You know, naughty boys don’t get to cum, Pete,” he murmured.

Peter poured again, “M’not naughty,” he insisted.

“Sure...” Tony pulled the plug again, this time until it popped free.

Peter moaned softly. He raised his hips expectantly. Tony reached for his glass and pulled an ice cube from it. Peter tracked the man with his eyes. Tony sucked the ice clean and then pressed it against Peter’s hole.

Peter gasped and then whined. He squirmed as it melted against him, dripping ice water over his perineum and to his balls. “Daddy!” He whimpered.

Tony grabbed more ice from the glass and pushed the melting into Peter’s tight hole. Peter bit back another gasping moan. Tony pushes two more ice cubes into Peter and thrust them in deep with his fingers. Peter arched his back and pleaded, “Its too cold, Daddy!”

“You can take it,” Tony cooed. He thrust his fingers in and out of Peter, feeling the cooling walls of Peter’s heat coated in ice water. Peter writhed under him. Tony’s fingers were sharp heat against the cold inside him.

Tony only stopped finger fucking Peter when the ice was fully melted and leaking steadily out of his boy. He slipped his own swim shorts off and straddled Peter on the sofa. Peter raised his hips up obediently.

Tony took the last of the ice in his drink and pressed it into Peter again, despite the whimper of protest from the boy. Tony lines up his cock, and sank deep into Peter, pushing the ice against the boy’s velvet walls.

Peter keened. “Daddy!” He moaned, “Can I... can I please?”

“Not yet, baby,” Tony replied. He reached under Peter and wrapped a hand around his cock. He gave a tight squeeze. “No cumming yet.”

Peter only whimpered. Tony manhandled the boy into a better position - sitting between Peter’s legs so he could fuck deeper into him. He placed a hand on Peter’s back and started to thrust hard. Peter groaned under him. Tony’s cock burned into him, cutting through the cool feeling of the melting ice. Peter clenched around Tony, wanting more.

Tony set rough pace, pushing Peter into the cushions with each thrust. Peter babbled and moaned under, letting out string after string of, “Yes, Daddy, yes daddy, please, more!”

“Oh, I’m close Peter,” Tony moaned, “Cum with me, baby boy.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Peter diligently replied.

Tony fucked Peter harder, chasing his own orgasm. Peter groaned and arched for Tony again. He clenched down on the man’s cock and came, spilling over the cushions and his stomach. Tony followed, buried to hold inside his boy, and pumping him full. He fell against Peter’s back and kissed his throat.

“You’re so good for me baby,” he praised.

Peter hummed softly. “Thank you, Daddy,” he said.

“I love you baby.” Tony slowly dragged his cock from Peter.

“I love-ahhhn-you too,” Peter moaned.

Tony then eased the plug back into his hole with the other. Peter grunted in mild discomfort, his rim sore from the fucking. Tony sat back and admired the jewel between Peter’s plump cheeks. He then laid down next to the boy. Peter rolled onto his side to cuddle against Tony.

“Next time,” he started, pausing briefly to yawn, “You should fuck me in the pool.”

Yes. V e r y.