to... whatever this is. Donât know where I scored all these new followers...
but since youâre here...
This is my Ao3 account.
I donât make masterlists - thereâs too many fics to list anyway. I TRY to repost all my own fic here.
This is my Peter-Only pic blog here.
My Pic-Only (NSFW) blog is here.
I have a When In Doubt X Out blog - itâs where I post the Starker I come across that I MIGHT read... if I work up the nerve. Â
THIS TUMBLR IS NSFW at least as much as it can be in the tumblr-lite days (in the OOOOld days we had REAL NSFW posts...)
THIS TUMBLR SHIPS:
And occasionally:
This tumblr does not ship Stony in memory of @von--gelminiâ, who loathed the pairing.  Although Iâm SURE they hatefucked, more than once, and probably right up until Cap left. Â
BUT ALL OF THESE ARE JUST TONY BEING TONY and enjoying sexytimes with his friends/enemies. None of them were the OTP. The OTP is obvious.
 Remember - hearts are great - but COMMENTS are worth their weight in gold!!
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Peter isn't that sky inexperienced kid anymore - since starting college at Columbia he's become much more sure of himself. That Spidey Swagger has become his real swagger, and it's no longer an act. He was actually pretty popular at Columbia actually, and that gave him the self-confidence to proposition infamous flirt Tony Stark.
Tony shut him down. Hard. Peter had given up hope of it ever happening...
...but now, in the darkness, in the hotel room Tony secured for just the two of them, it seems to be happening...
Sokovia had been a bust, and the Avengers were all in a rotten mood. It didnât help that what little action that had happened had resulted in a power outage over most of Novi Grad. The orders from Cap was to call it a day, find a way to bed down for the night, then reconvene in the morning to see what could be salvaged from the situation.Â
The army camp had concentrated some tents around a generator where Bruce had chosen to bunk, whereas Nat and Clint, Cap and Bucky had all chosen to rough it somewhere close.
At least, that was the way Tony explained it to Peter when they arrived in their dark hotel room. They would be the only Avengers there.
The room Tony showed Peter was probably beautiful by daylight. Now it was cool enough to be comfortable, with the small oddly-shaped windows propped open. They had been provided with old-fashioned gas lamps, and Tony had one burning merrily on the cabinmate now. Somehow it fit in the quaint hotel room. Peter wasnât looking forward to the cold shower before bed, but it was better than nothing.
âNot exactly Kurhotel StrĂśszek, not exactly BerlinâŚâ Tony was saying quietly, as if everyone in the hotel were asleep. As if the quiet room wasnât at the end of a long empty hallway.
âItâs fine,â Peter said, just as quietly. He didnât try to make conversation past that. Tony had all but given him the silent treatment for a few days now, and trying to start up a conversation, only to be ignored, hurt too much. He dropped his bag to the floor and kicked off his shoes.
Tony didnât move from the bureau. He was still standing next to the gas lamp.
Peter realized he was blocking the way to the door in the cramped room, so he put his back to the wall. He was in the process of peeling off his socks when he realized Tony still wasnât moving.
âWait⌠is this my room, or yours?â
âThis oneâs mine,â Tony said, just as quietly. âThey put my cases over there.â He pointed to a dark corner on the other side of the bed.Â
âOh,â Peter said, reaching for his shoes. A year ago he would have been embarrassed, would have started apologizing. Would have worried about his mistake later. But he was older now. Wearier now. Burned from Tonyâs enduring cold shoulder, worn out from the rejection. He didnât know why Tony had been so dismissive of Peter since rejecting Peterâs proposal. Peter had explained that it was No-Strings-Attached⌠either way. No strings attached if Tony said yes, and no strings attached if Tony said no. Instead the older man had said âNoâ and then shut down completely. So much so that Peter was surprised they had even walked into the hotel together, gone down the dark hallway together. He was surprised Tony was even talking to him now. This was the longest conversation theyâd had since Peter propositioned him.Â
âWhere are you going?â Tony asked him. He was holding shoes and socks in one hand, picking up his bag with the other.
âTo my⌠donât I have a room?â he asked, looking back at the tall, narrow door that Tony had closed, the kind that you latched with an old-fashioned key. His room was probably down the hall.  âWhere do I go?â
âYouâre staying here.â
Peter looked around the small room in confusion. Looked at the stiff looking bed, high off the ground. The carved wooden headboard, the ancient coverlet. His eyes going wide in surprise.
âYou win.â
Peter hands went limp, dropping everything, as Tony walked up to him slowly. Solemnly. Peterâs battered brain was so tired he had to wonder if he was hallucinating. Even as Tony put his hands on Peterâs waist, even as Peterâs hands went up to his shoulders.
âReally?â was all he could say.
âYou were right, you are an adult. And maybeâŚâ He looked aside. This was hard to admit. âMaybe I should stop pretending Iâm going to live forever. MaybeâŚâ but he didnât get much further when Peter kissed him on the mouth.
ââŚso technically⌠if Cowboy Dude had invited me back to his apartment⌠we were at the top of his building after all⌠then technically I could have goneâŚâ
Calmly, casually, Tony sat the whiskey glass down on the coffee table.
â⌠I mean, he was pretty damn insistent that if he had any bruises it would be a big deal, so by your rules I could have gone with him to his place and checked him over once or twiceâŚâ
His voice caught⌠but just for a second. Because Tony, eyes firmly fixed on the window, was now peeling off his shirtâŚ
âOf course, according to your rules⌠I could do that with any man in New York City that I happen to rescue that happens to be really hotâŚâ
Tony threw his shirt to the side. And now he was losing his sweatpants. His eyes had never left the window. His face was hard.
Less than half an hour ago, that look - that hard, stony look â made Peter feel helpless and panicky. Now it was just making him angry.
âBecause Tony Stark doesnât care!â Peter finished, vaguely aware that he was the one raising his voice now. âBecause we are just casual, because we are just fuckbuddiesâŚâ
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Okay, so we all know Quentin is a dramatic queen of a theatre kid... but what if he was a director? A very dramatic, bitchy, hard-ass of a director trying to wrangle together the perfect stage musical out of the absolute shittiest script (because only the great Quentin Beck, with all his experience and passion, is up to the task, right)?
So imagine the poor man's irritation when he's burdened with the task of 'breaking in' (as he charmingly puts it...) the exceedingly shy and inexperienced, but preternaturally talented singing + acting + dancing triple threat that is one Peter Parker...
...which turns out to be less 'irritation' and a more... concerning kind of confusion â because something very strange and beautiful goes on in Quentin's chest when he watches that boy perform...
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Wait ok so here's my not very good prompt/idea and moodboard its trash please take free reign... And my messy first draft while very high...gulp..
Tony stark: upper class rich family, child abuse and neglect fuck Howard, big political figure milliatry command maybe nazi support, expected and forced into tony. Unhealthy standards of masculinity, Maria stark teaches him cooking when Howard is busy with work, shows him how to sew and first aid (abuse), Jarvis would be there for him as a father figure and support. Genious engineer and mechanic, mostly behind Howard's back. Evil Obadiah grooming still but at the expense of him wanting to engineer (stane is Howard's right man or something)
Peter Parker: lower middle class, orphaned young and skip happens (important), Ben passes still may is still elderly like original may, country kinda guy is hired by snobs for hunting training and rabbit control, lives in a small not very good cabin with nah but at no charge for him to do farmwork, and be at rich people's disposal. He constantly has to fix the rundown farm tractor and ute + tinkers with parts to improve their living, diy energy generator and so on, sneaks out to ride or "borrow" thrown away and unused scraps etc from the rich.
The reason why skip is included is for some kinda scene along the lines of tony coming across the pretty looking scruffy hunter guide or something to do with barn work or farm work Peter easily fixing his vehicle (carrying the hunting gear or kills or hay or whatever) he's impressed but Starks don't show it or show weakness or treat the lesser equal, makes some chit chat then is further impressed with the ease Peter mends and the lack of focus needed + his on the spot repair without the needed tools so he calls him "Einstein/little Einstein" amongst a tiny special sentence...Peter turns pounces and punches him square in the nose, angry on-top of him pulls up by Tony's collar gets in his face despite Tony's bleeding nose and then yells in his face something like "don't you FUCKIN CALL ME THAT YOU HEAR ME? BE FUCKIN THANKFUL I DIDNT BREAK YOUR NOSE" tony goes to say something witty and snarky maybe even call him it again but notices his fists are trembling and he seems to be on the verge of a panic attack, and he punched him wrong due to fight response and broke a knuckle, takes him to the barn where there's a first aid kit (his secret safe space) and bandages him up, they sit in tense silence then Peter apologises, tony plays it off cool and ignore his own feeling of someone being in HIS safe space. Tony tinkers in here and Peter makes small talk on one the inventions or improvements.
Tony don't wanna follow Howard's steps or take his position in the military, breaking the cycle of his entire family name, coming to terms with being gay dramatic him Peter secret friendship to try outsmart the other find out they can go toe to toe with ease then just be good friends learn bout each other cue a particularly bad beating from Howard which results in him going down stairs fracturing 2 ribs (not the first time) it's stormy he leaves (Starks can't be weak) goes to barn but doesn't realise Peter has been sneaking in taking parts and Peter gets spooked, tony gets spooked and then don't speak but Peter helps tend to tony and keeps tinkering, tony sets up his hay bed (his safe space to be "weak") Peter gives him his jacket goes back to his cabin but comes back to Tony's shock with blankets n pillows and his tinker book.
Cue gay crisis after a kiss in Pete's ute or something
Basically sound of music kinda thing where he and Pete run away cause tony wants no part in the military or nazi support then also the princess bride thing is just the whole "as you wish" Pete behaviour then brokeback cause it's country Pete hello anyway may passes at some point and Maria knows about him and Peter and is confused about two boys but is ok as long as Tony's happy, sex ofcourse but it is Tony's first with a guy so that's sweet they both switch who's top or not.
Eventually kinda happy ending ( they leave everything behind so that's both sad but good, Peter has no family, both are gay, government after them but rhodey oh sweet rhodey is on their side )
Please enjoy some VERY random, porn-without-plot (and NO twist ending!) Threeway Action between Peter, Quentin and Tony. Written just because you requested some Spiderio action.
Enjoy.
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Would you be up for some Lou Bloom/reader smut? Reader as a new intern for his company and he overhears she has a crush on him, so he starts fixating on her and eventually invites her to his place. Sheâs more on the innocent side, but Lou hopes sheâs a fast learner.
HI BABY OMG IâM SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK A MILLION YEARS (but I made it extra long so you forgive me, hope youâre still around!)
Alright, I should give you a few warnings, cause this got a bit out of control, and you know Louis, this just canât be cute, so here we go: this is a bit dark and dubcon on the start? A little bit of innocence and breeding kink (hope I didnât go too far from what you wanted lol)
So, anyways, if youâre not into this stuff, please donât read, I didnât waste time writing those warnings for nothing...
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Imagine that one day, on a break, you were sitting with a group of co-workers, and they started talking about your boss
"I'm kinda scared of him, tbh" one of them said, and almost everyone agreed
Not you, though⌠cause you had this ability of seeing good in everyone
"I don't think he's scary." You said. "He's absolutely the best on what he does. And I'm honored to work for him."
 Your co-workers didn't care much, they knew you
 Louis, who was listening to all of that conversation through the door, on the other handâŚ
 He started paying a little more attention to you
 Watching your every move while you worked, and giving you tips he didn't give to the others
 Everyone noticed how he was growing closer to you
 Everyone noticed how he got unnecessarily close to you as he helped you with the camera, or how he looked at your entire body and didn't even try to hide it
 And one of your friends tried to warn you. She told you to quit the job immediately, before he did something to you
 But you told her: "No. I like the special attention Mr. Bloom gives me."
 One more time, he heard everything. And a shiver ran down his spine when those words left your mouth
 He didn't waste his time, and on the exact same day he invited you to his apartment, so he could teach you about editing the videos and stuff
 You were BEYOND excited
 Hours later, you knocked on his door wearing a cute little dress
 Cause he specifically asked you to look pretty for him
 He told you to come in and sit on the couch
 He sat beside you and placed his computer in front of you
 Images from a car crash your team filmed a few days before were playing
 You were paying attention, but he didn't look at the screen for a second, his eyes were glued to your face
 But when you dared to look back at him, he said: "Keep your eyes on the screen. How will you learn like that?"
 "Sorry, Sir." You said before doing exactly what he said.
 You could see on the corner of your eyes that his hand was approaching your face, but you wouldn't dare to look
 Soon, you felt his long fingers caressing your cheek, and you couldn't help but smile (eyes on the screen the entire time, of course)
 "Why are you smiling?" He asked. "Do you like it when I touch you?"
 "I do." You told him.
 "Take your clothes off." He said emotionless.
 "What? Why?" You frowned, eyes glued to the scene that showed the police arriving.
âWhy do you think I invited you?â He asked. âIf it was anything work related, why would it be at my apartment?â
I mean... you were innocent, but you werenât stupid. You noticed how he had been looking at you lately
You just didnât expect him to go straight to the point like that
He didnât give you much time to think, and closed the laptop in front of you, saying: âLook at me now.â
You turned to him with wide eyes, looking a little bit nervous
Heâs a lonely guy, but a good observant. He knew he would have to relax you a bit before he could get you to completely submit to him
âIâll tell you why I invited you.â He started caressing your cheek again. âYou seem like a very good girl. Very efficient at work. Doesnât talk shit about me behind my back like the others do, am I right?â
âNo, Sir... I would never...â
âI know.â He cut you. âBold of them to assume thereâs anything happening in that company that I donât know. I heard you saying that you liked my special attention.â
You blushed furiously and looked down
âThatâs nothing to be shy about. That pleases me, in fact.â He told you, lifting your chin so you would look at him again. âNow, little girl. If you take your clothes off, Iâm gonna give you some kind of attention youâve never received before. Wouldnât you like that?â
You thought for a second. It was incredible how much he was turning you on with that little game
So you nodded
He sat back on the couch and just waited
You stood up in front of him and removed your dress, still a little hesitant
He didnât move or say a word of encouragement Â
So you left your bra fall on the floor between you and him
He leaned forward and you froze
He placed one of his warm, big hands on each of your breasts and started to play with them
It felt really good and it didnât take long for you to want more. You wanted to kiss him. You wanted those hands all over your body
You were so into it, but suddenly you felt him pinching one of your nipples and you gasped, taking a step back
âItâs okay, baby, itâs okay.â He whispered. âCome back here.â
You got back to your previous position and he placed a small kiss on the nipple that hurted
His mouth at such a sensitive spot turned you on more than you could describe
âI was just testing your limits.â He told you. âI know youâre not ready for all I want to do with you, but you will learn to enjoy the pain with time. I hope you learn it as fast as you learn at work. Iâll make sure of that.â
âI want to learn everything from you, Sir.â You pressed your thighs together and he noticed that you needed him just as bad as he needed you.
âVery good girl, as I suspected.â He chuckled. That was probably the first time in your life you saw him genuinely smiling. âTake your panties off, honey, you must learn your first lesson as quick as possible.â
You didnât waste a second, and followed every word he said
While you did that, he took his shirt off and unzipped his pants, starting to stroke his length over his underwear
You almost drooled at how beautiful that scene was
He could see you growing eager, and added âpatienceâ to the list of things he still had to teach you. Not that night, though, he was too horny for that
He freed his cock and stroked it in front of you
God, it was so big
So fucking beautiful
âCome here, little girl.â He told you, patting his lap.
You sat on his lap, facing him, his cock inches away from you, and that kind of intimacy from someone you used to only admire from far was so exciting
âFirst thing you have to learn is to take my cock like a big girl. Take everything I give you and donât you dare complaining.â He said, and at your state, you would agree with absolutely any condition. âYou can cum as many times as you want, but so do I, and I get to choose where. Whatever the consequences may be, do you understand what Iâm talking about?â
You nodded, and whispered: âBabies.â
âThatâs right, fuck.â His cock throbbed on his hand when you said that in such an innocent voice. âIf you stick around long enough, learn your lessons and I donât get bored of you... it may happen. And you will look so pretty when it does.â
âI will be good to you.â You promised.
âI know, baby.â He pulled you closer, placing his cock on your entrance. âYou accepted my conditions, so you are mine now.â
âYes, Sir.â Was the last thing you could say before he entered you.
That man absolutely wrecked you after that. Fucked you until you were dumb
And you obviously took all of it, you wouldnât give up, you were only getting started
I mean... who knows how many lessons there were, but you were eager to learn
Maybe it was because of the intensity of that moment, but suddenly, you didnât simply admire him, you were in love with him, and that was terrifying
But as long as you were good to him, he would keep you around.
