dirty stuff

Peter worried as his bottom lips in anguish. He had been for a while, couldn’t help it really, not since he had gotten word via Friday that the rogue Avengers were going to be back tomorrow, which mean that Steve would be back, and he and Tony would most likely go back to be their normal selves: flirty and oblivious to each other’s crush on one another.

Peter had spent the better half of four hours sitting on Tony’s bed, waiting for him to return home. His lip was pulled between his teeth. It was raw and most likely bleeding. His head was running with thoughts, but all of that went out the window when he heard the ding of the elevator and Tony making his way to his room. His footsteps becoming louder with each step that he took toward the room.

And then he was standing in the doorway looking at Peter, sitting on his knees on the bed, looking distressed. But it was gone in a flash before Tony could ask him what was wrong. It was replaced by a look of determination.

He stood to his feet and pulled Tony close. “I missed you,” he said, placing a light kiss at the edge of the arc reactor.

Tony hugged Peter back. “What’s wrong, baby boy?”

Peter shook his head, tightening his hold on Tony. “Nothing.”

“Well, something is wrong? I can tell by the look on your face. You look like you’ve been crying. Have you?”

“Only a little.”

Tony cradled Peter’s face in his hands and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Will you tell me why, so that I can make it better?”

“I just want you, Tony,” said Peter, rubbing his hands over Tony’s chest and then started to slowly inch his hands toward the buttons of his button-up shirt, and started to unbutton the first few. Which he had done with success before Tony was grabbing his hands in his and putting them down to his sides.

“I want you too. But you’re sad and I don’t want to feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”

“I’m fine with that. You can take advantage of me, Tony. I want to ride you.”

Tony sucked in a deep breath of air. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Pete.”

Peter’s lips jutted out in a mock pout.

Tony pulled him to sit at the end of the bed. But Peter didn’t want to sit next to him. He sat in his lap, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. “I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too,” replied Tony. “But what’s got you so clingy, tonight?”

Peter whimpered. He didn’t know why that question got to him, but it cut deep. He wasn’t normally clingy, but tonight he was, and it was for good reason. With Steve coming back it was just something that crept up on him. He knew that Steve would try and take up as much of Tony’s time as he could.

Peter sighed.

“You’re going to neglect me when the Avengers come back tomorrow. They won’t be hiding anymore, Steve’ll take up all your time and you won’t want to spend time with me anymore. So you might as well just break up with me right now.”

“Hey,” said Tony. “I won’t do that. I promise. If anything, I’m still angry with Steve and I don’t think that our relationship will ever be repaired from the damage that it has endured. I love you, Peter. And nothing is going to change that.”

“You say that now, but things change, Tony. I’m just a kid. And you’ll realize that soon, and leave me for someone older, like Steve or Doctor Strange.”

There was a long moment of silence. Then: “Forget it,” said Peter. “I’m just being a whiny bitch. I’m going to Aunt May’s for the night.”

He pushed himself to his feet, turning to leave but before he could, Tony’s hand wrapped around his upper arm and pulling him back in his lap. “No,” he said, his voice nothing but a whisper. “Why can’t you realize how much I love and care for you. You’re mine, Peter, and that’s not changing anytime soon.”

He emphasized his words with a nip at Peter’s ear.

Peter moaned. Tony’s words were a relief to his ears. He wished that he wasn’t being so clingy and whiny, but he couldn’t help it. He needed Tony and he needed all of him. And he said as much, pulling the man close, coaxing him into a heated kiss that resulted in the loss of their clothes.

Tony nipped and sucked at Peter’s neck as he fingered loose his hole, preparing him for his cock.

“I want to ride you,” gasped Peter.

Tony groaned. Peter’s words had caused an image to flash in his mind and stay there. It turned him on, even more, picturing Peter riding his cock. He could have come from just the thought, but then the moment would be ruined, and he wanted to take care of his boy.

He scooped Peter up in his arms and crawled toward the top of the bed. He laid on his back and made a move for Peter to crawl on top of him. “Come on, Pete. Let’s see what you got baby.”

Peter smirked, and in two swift flicks of his wrists, he had Tony’s hands webbed at the top of his head.

A look of confusion flashed across Tony’s face, but then it was gone, replaced with a look of desire. “I didn’t think you liked it like that, Petey.”

Peter nodded, biting his bottom lip. He didn’t say anything as he took Tony’s member in his hand and lined it with his entrance. He didn’t need prep. He’d been prepped for hours because he knew that he wanted Tony to fuck him as soon as he got home.

He let out a low shuddering breath of air as he sunk down on Tony’s cock. The pace that he was going at was torturous to Tony. His eyes rolled to the back of his head with how teasing the pace was. His cock was practically pulsing inside of Peter’s hole. It was almost throbbing from how hard he was.

“Mmm,” he moaned. “You feel so great, baby boy. So tight around my cock, I just want to wreck.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, daddy?” he emphasized his words with a jerk of his hips, which caused Tony to groan. But it was more from Peter calling him “daddy” than it was the small bit of friction that Peter had allowed.

Tony nodded his head rapidly in a jerking manner. “Yes,” he groaned. “I would like that very much.”

His words were strained, because, at the time that he had decided to speak, Peter had decided that it would be the best time to start rocking his hips back and forth. It went on for a few minutes, and as a result, Tony tried to free his hands from the webbing that held them captive to the headboard. And gradually Peter’s rocking became more. He pushed himself off of Tony’s cock to the tip and then plunged him back down on it in a steady rhythm.

Tony tried to stifle a moan, but he couldn’t. Peter’s tight walls around his cock was like heaven. He never thought that Peter being so dominant would turn him on so much, but it did, and he wanted more of it. He needed it with a passion of a thousand suns.

Peter’s pace grew faster after a few minutes, his face twisting into one of intense arousal and Tony knew that he was about to come, and he wasn’t too far behind him. Peter’s hand wrapped tightly around his cock and he thrust a few times, his pace sputtering and growing sloppy and with a few quick jerks of his hips, and a loud moan of Tony’s name, he painted Tony’s stomach in strings of white. And he filled Peter’s hole with his own slick.

Peter had a dazed look in his eyes. He looked down at Tony and swooped down, kissing him softly.

“Shower?” asked Peter, his eyebrows furrowed and a small smiled graced his lips.

Tony nodded slowly. “Sure,” he said. “But I’m warning you. There might be a round two in your future.”

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It’s known that Felicia was a daddy’s girl growing up and was all the way up to his death. Though her mother is still alive she is no where near as close to her as she was to her dad.

Also, though she is her mother, Felicia can’t forgive her for lying to her saying that her dad was dead when he really was in prison. 

his gift meant that he never needed to ask a question of anybody in their household, which cut out a considerable amount of conversation

when he did speak, it was always soft and quiet, as though he were afraid of being overheard

he only became quieter and more internal as their family grew

he was always happy to join in with the others and seemed fairly happy, but he never felt the need to be as loud as the rest of them

even jasper, shyer than the other three, spoke more often than edward

until the day he first spoke to bella swan

that day, he had raced home and run straight into the living room where his adopted mother was reading a book

he couldn’t help but let his joy burst forth and he talked non-stop for at least ten minutes about the swan girl, relaying every aspect of their conversations

esme beamed the entire time, glad not only that he had found somebody that he liked so much, but that he was bold enough to share it with her

when he had calmed down, he tried to retract a little

“sorry… i didn’t mean to load all of that onto you.” he mumbled

“edward, darling! you can read my mind so i know that you know that’s not how i feel about it at all. i’m thrilled for you!”

he smiled sheepishly and ducked out of the room, but esme swore that he heard him singing under his breath

from that day on, there was a change in edward

by feyrelay

When Peter gets home, ready to get dressed for the dance, Mr. Stark is in his bedroom. The place is ransacked, drawers out, bed pulled away from the wall, and his stuff is all over the floor. May’s not home yet, but Peter knows she’ll be there soon to help him with his tie and bring home a corsage for Liz.

Tony looks up from where he’s sat, curled awkwardly in suit and tie, on the bottom bunk. And, oh shit, he’s holding the “I Survived My Trip to NYC” Shirt and the printed bottoms, pulled from where they were tucked behind the headboard, crumpled in his lap.

“What the fuck, kid? You’re gonna try to kill yourself?”

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Canon Divergent midway through Spider-Man: Homecoming.

Fic is complete, updates every Sunday.

Words: 1460, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark

Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

honoured that you sent this to me because holy shit it’s so good——

peter and tony know each other through a mutual friend, but are hardly even acquaintances. in truth tony had always wanted to get to know peter better, but peter was in his late 20s while tony was in his 40s. had tony just been pursuing a friendship this would have been fine, but peter was so bright and beautiful that tony knew he would probably want more. which is why he’s nervous upon finding out that peter has made an appointment with him, because he wants his first exam to be from someone he knows. peter is embarrassed about being a virgin and about how long he’s avoided the gynecologist. tony is warm and welcoming and sensitive about peter’s situation and is respectful of his identity. he takes some time to explain what they’ll be doing for the pap smear. explains how he will lubricate peter, open him with a slightly heated speculum (cold ones are no good, tony says with a wrinkled nose and peter giggles nervously), then swab his cervix. peter looks nervous to say the least, and tony feels for the kid. this isn’t the first trans patient he’s had and won’t be the last, and they’re always stressed out about their exams to say the least. he assumes that going to the gynecologist must already be hard on peter’s dysphoria, he doesn’t want to make this any worse.

 Dickens originally set out to write a Very Serious Pamphlet About the Plight of the Poor in Modern Times, with numbers, and statistics, and gruesome details about the state of debtors prisons. And he realized that it would probably not change a single thing, in the end.

So he changed it to fiction, and made it emotional, and focused on the lives in one specific family.  And he also self-published it, because he realized that a for-profit publishing house wouldn’t want to touch it.  And gave it to friends.

Not only did it help change people’s attitudes toward charity organizations and help reform labor laws, it also (pretty much) revived the whole custom of celebrating Christmas at all.

The pamphlet was going to be called ‘An Appeal to the People of England, on behalf of the Poor Man’s Child’

He decided to write the story because he realised that soap-boxing factory workers and their employers on the importance of educational reform wasn’t going to work on a society-wide scale.

Peter being a soft, little terrified baby boy and being worried that the fact that he has not experienced his first kiss is shameful (no it’s not)

So he is going through all the “how to kiss” videos and articles on the internet and stuff

One day, he forgets to delete his history and is out of home for some reason

May has grabbed the chance to go through some hot porn and masturbate to release stress and suddenly comes across the history page

She goes through the entire thing and the only thing that she can think of is kissing those soft pink lips of Peter

And needless to say that she gets off to the images of Peter kissing her all over her delicious body

Later, she confronts him

“Peter…so you got any girlfriends? Or boyfriends?”

“No…why…why do you ask”

“Why not? You are cute and smart so…”

Let me add, Peter has a crush on May so the first thing he thinks is “She thinks I am cute!”

“Yea…but I am inexperienced and kinda scared”

“Scared of what sweetie?”

“I don’t…know stuff and um..” he can’t think straight cause May is sitting right beside him and wearing a tight top with a wide neckline that shows off her gorgeous titties

He can’t help but shamelessly stare at his Aunt’s chest and drool dreamily

“Tell me, I can teach you anything” she says as she she puts a finger under his chin to make him look into her eyes.

“I…don’t know how to…um…kiss” he admits shakily

“Oh baby, that’s perfectly fine! You don’t have to be ashamed or anything” she makes him understand

“Do you want your auntie to teach you how to kiss?” She asked him, hoping that he’ll say yes.

“You…you would do that?” He asks her with a bright smile that just melts May’s heart.

“Of course baby, anything for my darling” she says as she kisses his cheek

And then May pulls Peter close and places a soft kiss on his lips. Peter is stunned because this feels like heaven to him. May starts to slowly make out with him and her hands are on Peter’s hips now. They are tightly pressed against each other and break away after a few moments to catch their breath.

“Feel good now?” she asks him with a warm smile

He can only whimper a soft yes and pulls her close for another make out session

The kiss escalates from slow, soft to loud, hungry and sloppy

“Thank you so much…thank you” he manages to say

“Oh Pete, I am willing to do anything for my cutie pie…don’t thank me honey” 

And kissing is like nothing between them anymore

Peter being a soft, little terrified baby boy and being worried that the fact that he has not experienced his first kiss is shameful (no it’s not)

So he is going through all the “how to kiss” videos and articles on the internet and stuff

One day, he forgets to delete his history and is out of home for some reason

May has grabbed the chance to go through some hot porn and masturbate to release stress and suddenly comes across the history page

She goes through the entire thing and the only thing that she can think of is kissing those soft pink lips of Peter

And needless to say that she gets off to the images of Peter kissing her all over her delicious body

Later, she confronts him

“Peter…so you got any girlfriends? Or boyfriends?”

“No…why…why do you ask”

“Why not? You are cute and smart so…”

Let me add, Peter has a crush on May so the first thing he thinks is “She thinks I am cute!”

“Yea…but I am inexperienced and kinda scared”

“Scared of what sweetie?”

“I don’t…know stuff and um..” he can’t think straight cause May is sitting right beside him and wearing a tight top with a wide neckline that shows off her gorgeous titties

He can’t help but shamelessly stare at his Aunt’s chest and drool dreamily

“Tell me, I can teach you anything” she says as she she puts a finger under his chin to make him look into her eyes.

“I…don’t know how to…um…kiss” he admits shakily

“Oh baby, that’s perfectly fine! You don’t have to be ashamed or anything” she makes him understand

“Do you want your auntie to teach you how to kiss?” She asked him, hoping that he’ll say yes.

“You…you would do that?” He asks her with a bright smile that just melts May’s heart.

“Of course baby, anything for my darling” she says as she kisses his cheek

And then May pulls Peter close and places a soft kiss on his lips. Peter is stunned because this feels like heaven to him. May starts to slowly make out with him and her hands are on Peter’s hips now. They are tightly pressed against each other and break away after a few moments to catch their breath.

“Feel good now?” she asks him with a warm smile

He can only whimper a soft yes and pulls her close for another make out session

The kiss escalates from slow, soft to loud, hungry and sloppy

“Thank you so much…thank you” he manages to say

“Oh Pete, I am willing to do anything for my cutie pie…don’t thank me honey” 

And kissing is like nothing between them anymore

(warning for extreme incest, jfc im going to hell)

To say that it was wrong was un understatement. It was filthy, disgusting, completely and utterly bad. Yet neither of them could get enough. 

And it all started when one night Tony was fucking into Steve’s delicious heat and a pleasure moment caught him in the spot, making him whisper oh so slowly: “Peter”. 

They both stopped, looking at each other with fear before Tony was unwrapping himself in apologies, in cries, in desperate calls for help. 

“I’m sick” he cried. Steve’s eyes only turned darker as he mumbled to his husband: “Say it again, Tony”. 

Since then, every time they fucked, their son was the one they were imagining between them. They weren’t selfish, they knew that if it ever came to that, they would share. Loving husbands it is. 

Neither of them made a move, not even when Steve constantly had to excuse himself from family dinners when the desserts came and Peter was licking around the fork like his life depended on it, not even when Tony lurked around the kitchen in the afternoons, waiting for his boy to go collect his mid-day snack and bend over the counter, watching as those tight pants his son insisted on wearing stretched around the perfect shape of his ass. 

But they both had raised a very smart kid. And now both of those things were intentional. He never forgot the mid-day snack again, and he waited anxiously for family dinner so he could watch his dad get a boner for him. 

Yet, he was the kid. He wasn’t supposed to say anything at all, and so, he came up with a plan. 

He made sure a Thursday night both his dads were home and brought a boy home. A… very muscular, dominant, sexy boy. He knew that both Tony and Steve knew he was gay, but he also wanted them to know he had a sex life. Sorta. 

He didn’t even try to sneak the boy into his room, practically displaying it for this dads, kissing him in the door of his own room, aware that he was being watched. The other guy couldn’t keep his hands off him, and was drawing little moans from Peter’s sinful lips that were driving Tony fucking crazy. 

And as soon as the door was shut and locked -the little slut had the audacity to lock it-, Tony was turning to Steve and practically growling into his ear: “We have to do something, Steve, we can’t- we…”

“What are we gonna do? Burst into his room? We’re the ones that gave him the green light to date!” 

“Well, we fucking shouldn’t have” muttered Tony, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the kitchen counter. 

“W’e’re his parents, Tony! Our- our sick desires are just ours…”

Tony stood there. “You didn’t think they were disgusting while I was fucking you. His name was all over your lips, or am I remembering wrong? You pulling my hair as you whispered ‘just like that, son’” 

Steve gulped, recognizing himself as guilty as his lover. 

Suddenly, a very high-pitched moan came from Peter’s bedroom, and Steve was back on his feet, dark, desperate eyes. “I want him, Tony” 

Tony nodded. “Let’s kick the fucker out of our own fucking house, for fuck’s sake”. 

They both walked determined towards their kid’s door, opening almost with no need for strenght, and finding Peter being restrained by the other boy’s firm hands, naked torso upwards and with the other male between his legs. Steve silently thanked jesus for Peter’s need to go slow. His boy was untouched. 

“Out. Now” exclaimed Tony. “If you’re not out of the house parameters in less than five minutes I’m putting the Iron Man suit”, which must’ve scared the boy, because he grabbed his things and after glancing one more time towards Peter spread on the bed, he left, slamming the door. 

Tony needed to calm himself down, so he ran his hands through his face while Steve muttered: “get dressed, okay, we’ll talk about this later”. He then, grabbed Tony’s hand and started to walk out. 

“Hey, if you’re gonna kick my date out, then the least you could do is finish his job” 

They both stopped dead in their tracks, re-entering the room and looking at Peter between shocked and annoyed. “What?” muttered Tony. “What did you say?” 

Peter slowly stood up and walked two steps towards them, looking at Steve up and down, then looking down at their crotches. “You don’t seem to mind, precisely”

“Did you plan this?” asked Steve, stuttering. Peter smirked and slowly placed his hand on top of Steve’s growing erection, kissing up his torso, his lower lip opening slightly, making him look extremely sexual. 

Steve closed his eyes momentarily, so Peter turned his head to Tony and extended his hand towards him, bringing him close. Every single morality situation was being questioned. Steve and Tony shared a look and Tony shrugged slightly. Steve looked down, a little ashamed of himself. 

And maybe, just maybe, their would have desisted from doing it if the boy hadn’t whispered close to Tony’s ear: “Common, daddy”, at which Tony took him by the waist and spun them around, shoving Peter against the wall and collapsing their lips together, the man desperately eating the boy’s mouth. 

Peter moaned submissively, which was Steve’s queu, making him yank Tony back by the hair and start kissing and nibbling at Peter’s neck. Tony wiggled our of the restrain and placed himself at the other side of Peter’s neck, sucking. Four hands were going down Peter’s body, touching, pulling, squeezing, riding the clothes up, making the boy whine with desperation. 

“Wanna taste your lips, daddy” he moaned, turning his head to Steve, who sealed the deal with the devil by finally biting down onto those tasteful lips. 

Tony was pressing his bulge onto Peter’s thigh, rutting against him like a wolf in heat, biting so hard on his neck that he caused Peter to split from the kiss, and throw his head back, wrapping an arm on each of his dads. 

Almost in unison, Tony and Steve lifted Peter and threw him in the bed, undressing fast, undressing each other and suddenly melting into a needy make out session in front of their kid, who was bititng his lower lip and moving his free hand down his body, turned on. 

When Peter got tired of not having attention, he moved towards them and pulled them close to the bed by the arms, breaking their kiss so they would notice Peter was almost completely naked. 

Tony was in awe. So fucking beautiful. Peter slowly made his way to Tony’s lips, kissing him as he knew Steve was pulling down his underwear, revealing Peter’s perfectly round ass. 

Peter threw himself back and Tony fell on top of him, at which Peter opened his legs immediately for. Steve looked for lube until he found it, coating his fingers on it and then pulling Tony back, once again by the hair. The man growled both in excitement and annoyance. 

There was not much time for them to fight over Peter because as soon as they were both pulled back, they were struck by the sight. Peter was spread on the bed, curls over his face, cock leaking precum and his own hands touching himself, pinching at his nipples. 

Tony looked down and realized the boy was already dripping. Wet, like a fucking girl. “Did you stretch out for us or for the guy that was here?” asked Steve, as he realized what his husband was looking out. 

“I want you both daddies inside me. At the same time” 

Tony almost choked. Steve only coated his cock with the lube he had on his fingers, until it was enough, passing it onto Tony, who was ready in no time. They both kneeled in the bed, spreading Peter’s legs further, making the boy shiver in anticipation. 

“Are you ready, baby?” asked Tony, lining up with the boy’s entrance and placing Steve right next to him. He knew the stretch was going to be a lot, but he was sure Spiderman could take it. This was the only situation super-healing was actually needed. 

Peter nodded and got both his hands down, caressing his dads faces, giving them the green light. 

They both pushed in so slowly, Peter thought it was rather painful, but the moan that escaped his lips was enough to make Tony and Steve go deeper, having a mutual greement to each take one of Peter’s legs, basically help the boy out. 

“Fucking. Move” muttered Peter, with tears falling down his eyes. 

“Watch you language, Peter” muttered Steve, at which Tony gave him the look. “Right. We’re fucking him” 

Tony pushed deeper and so did Steve until they found a pace that suited them. Peter was so sensitive he was sure he was gonna come soon. 

Both Steve and Tony started to fuck brutally inside him, running their hands on his body, squeezing his thighs, stimulating his cock, and hitting the right spot inside of him over and over again until Peter was crying out loud and squirming like a girl, shooting come all over his tummy. 

“Daddies!” he cried, as Steve and Tony managed somehow to come at the same time, spilling inside him so much cum that it was dripping out of his stretched hole, red hole, that was milking them dry, clenching like a fucking pussy. 

They both pulled away but Steve went to lay down next to him. Tony stayed down and kneeled between his son’s legs, licking the come back inside Peter and pressing a finger inside, then laying down as well, keeping the come in place. 

“You’re gonna have to show off a big stain tomorrow at school” warned Tony, who was planning on keeping that come there for at least the whole weekend so every single human, dog, alive creature knew that he was marked and specially, owned.

Steve laughed and wrapped his arms around both Peter, who was drifting off and Tony. 

The boy managed to say: 

“Only if you promise to fill it again soon, daddy” 

Tony looked at Steve from the other side of the bed. They both nodded in agreement. That boy was gonna be wrecked, destroyed and completely and utterly collapsed by them. 

A family affair. 

And what an affair. 

;)