Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel
Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Harley Keener/Peter Parker (one-sided), Quentin Beck/Peter Parker (one-sided), Harley Keener & Peter Parker, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Harley Keener & Tony Stark
Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Harley Keener, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Pepper Potts
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Parent Tony Stark, Harley Keener is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Protective Tony Stark, Peter Parker Whump, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Hurt Peter Parker, Precious Peter Parker, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Sex Tapes, Unrequited Love, Jealousy, Age Difference, Power Imbalance, Top Tony Stark, Bottom Peter Parker, Anal Sex, Dom/sub Undertones, Social Media, Stalking, Kidnapping, Kidnapped Peter Parker, Manipulative Quentin Beck
When college student and SI intern Peter Parker starts dating billionaire mastermind Tony Stark, he couldn't be any happier. That is until Tony's son Harley shows up, kicked out of college and with his eyes set on his father's secret boyfriend. Peter soon finds his relationship put to the test by the one person that could unravel his happiness, or make what he has with Tony stronger. Blinded by jealousy and resentment, Harley enlists the help of Quentin Beck to sabotage the relationship, not realizing that Beck might have cruel intentions of his own...
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This story has been my guilty pleasure for the past two weeks. If you’re needing a new fic to jump into this is the one!!! The author is amazing at building tension.
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Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark
Characters: Peter Parker, May Parker, Michelle Jones, Steve Rogers, Scott Lang, Ned Leeds, Stephen Strange, James Rhodes
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Cult, alternate universe - religion, AU, Cult AU, religious AU, island au, Religious Cult, Developing Relationship, Character Development, Obedience, Object Insertion, Inanimate Object Porn, Object Penetration, statue, Statues, Statue Worship, Statue!Tony, God!Tony, Statue!Tony Stark, God!tony stark, Tony Stark is a God, Masturbation, Self-Pleasure, Sex Toys, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Gay Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Sexual Fantasy, Tony Stark is Real, Magic, Alternate Universe - Magic, Sex Magic, sexual magic, sexual ritual, Ritual Sex, Rituals, Body Worship, Cock Worship, Worship, Sexual Worship, Rough Kissing, Sensual Play, Sensuality, Sensual Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Doggy Style, riding position, Riding
Peter has known nothing but the God Stark his entire life. The blessings he gives; and the cruelty he can deal. When Peter comes of age he must begin the next phase of his worship to the God - Sexuality.
But Peter has never been good at following rules, and he does the one thing that no man is permitted to do.
Now with amazing fanart by MagicFishHook. Link in the notes!
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Peter and tony are camping alone during summer and tony fucks him against the tree
Notes: I decided to take a little bit of a different turn on this one. It’s got a Brokeback Mountain vibe because — well, I got the idea in my head and I have the power to do that. I’m envisioning this taking place in the late 1960s, similar to the movie because I have no shame. I’m so sorry this took a year, anon. I started it and never went back to it, so it’s technically unfinished because we don’t get to see the sex part :( Maybe someday I’ll add part 2.
Warning(s): Underage!Peter, Underage Drinking, Wilderness/Cowboy Sex, Sort of Voyeurism (?), No Powers, Alcohol, Chewing Tobacco
The kid had an ass for days.
It was the one thought that Tony couldn’t get out of his head no matter how hard he tried. He’d sit by the fire, tending to it, prodding it with a stick he’d whittled into a point, and he’d watch the kid hustle around. The kid never sat still. He was always moving, which was fine by Tony. It meant that every time he bent over, the other man got a nice eyeful in the form of Peter’s ass hugged tight in his jeans. His hips swayed when he walked, too. It was subtle, but Tony had learned how to track the movement out of the corner of his eyes, away from the kid’s line of sight.
The kid thought he was straight-laced, see. Thought that Tony was gruff and spit too much on account of the chaw he tucked in his mouth. That he was a real working man because of the callouses on his hands and the rough stubble that lined the edge of his jaw. He knew how to hog tie a steer in under a minute, and a sheep even quicker’n that.
He wasn’t sure how many hints he’d dropped to the kid. There was that time they’d gone swimming, and he’d swam just a little too close and snagged the boy’s ankle. Peter must’ve taken it as a joke, because he’d gone red from laughter and kicked until Tony let him go. What he’d been trying to do was drag the younger boy closer, but he hadn’t expected the kid to splash him in the face. Lake water didn’t taste so nice without being boiled first. Then there was the other time where he’d poked his head into the kid’s tent one night and asked if he could sleep there because it was cold as hell outside and he didn’t give a damn if the fire went out. The kid budged over, but they slept ass to ass, and that wasn’t how Tony had meant for it to go.
There was some kind of invisible line drawn in the dirt, and he didn’t know how to cross it.
Or hadn’t, until today.
“ — all I’m sayin’, kid, is that if you gave it a chance maybe you’d like it.”
Peter eyed the offered flask like it offended him. “No thanks, Tony.”
The other man stared at the boy, who had hunched in on himself and was tending to the fire. Well, it wasn’t so much tending as it was prodding at it with the older man’s stick that he’d whittled. The kid did that sometimes, got real fidgety when he was uncomfortable.
“Jesus, kid. I’m not gonna bite. Just a sip.”
“I’m not old enough to drink, Tony!”
Tony gave the kid a strange look, watching as he went beet red. “Kid, this ain’t New York, remember? This is Wyoming. You might not be 19, but nobody gives a damn. Besides, who’s gonna tell? The sheep?” Tony scoffed. He scooted a little closer to where the kid was perched on his half of the log they shared. The older man held the flask aloft. He nudged Peter’s shoulder with it. “Come on, have a little. It’ll warm you up right quick, swear it.”
The poor kid was always complaining about how cold he was. Hell, even Tony got cold up in these mountains, given the time of year. No matter how huddled he remained into the collar of his coat, his neck was cold every morning and every day they spent outside. His hands would’ve frozen off if it weren’t for the sheepskin gloves he had. He’d loaned Peter his extra pair. The wannabe rancher from the city didn’t have a pair. Tony had laughed at him, at first. He’d thought the kid was joking when he asked why he’d need them.
A beat, and then another. Peter’s hand snatched out and took the flask, but he was muttering under his breath as he unscrewed the lid. Tony watched, amused, as Peter took a swig and the expression on his face contorted as soon as the liquid was in his mouth. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
“This stuff is terrible,” Peter complained.
“It’s not so bad once you have a little more.”
Peter shot Tony a look that said he didn’t believe him, but Tony had come to discover that the kid was curious. His eyes went back down to the flask, and then he was bringing it to his lips again. Tony chuckled, turning his attention away from Peter so he could watch the flames of the fire. He didn’t need to watch the way Peter’s lips wrapped around the mouth of the flask, nor how his throat worked to take the liquid down. Tony shifted on his log, subtly readjusting himself in his jeans. When he looked back over at Peter, the kid was staring at him with flushed cheeks.
“You think you might be drinking it a little fast, kid?” Tony prompted, hoping that Peter hadn’t just seen him do that. He reached out and swiped the flask back from Peter, sloshing the contents around against the sides of the container. Tony whistled. “Damn, you did drink a lot.”
“I think you’re right,” Peter said, “it does taste better the more you drink.”
There was a pause, and then Peter laughed. The kid all but pitched over, leaning forward, and Tony jolted to grab the back of Peter’s jacket so he didn’t wind up toppling into the fire. The kid lurched back and fell off his log, the sound of his laughter loud, echoing in the little valley they were camped in.
Tony gave the kid an amused look, then shook his head. “How’d I get stuck babysitting the sheep and you?”
Peter’s laughter cut off, and he grunted as he pushed himself up. The look on Peter’s face said that his head was spinning, but his lips were set in a determined line. “I’ve held my own! Besides, I can ride for longer than you, old man.”
“Oh, I bet you can, kid,” Tony said, and the innuendo was so obvious that if the kid didn’t take the hint, he thought he might pitch over into the flames himself.
Peter stared at him for a long moment. He had this deer-in-headlights look on his face, and Tony found himself holding his breath. Shit. Had he gone too far? Maybe the kid hadn’t realized what was happening until right now. As the silence dragged on a little too long and Tony scrambled for something to say (unusual for him, but he’d had a few swigs of the whiskey himself, not to mention he was afraid the kid might spook like one of the lambs if he opened his mouth again), Peter bolted to his feet out of nowhere. Tony looked up, his eyebrows raised.
“Bathroom.” It was all Peter said before he hurried off into the darkness, leaves and stray twigs crunching under his feet. Even after all the time they’d spend up in the mountains, he still hadn’t mastered the art of being quiet.
Tony sat there for all of a minute before he was on his feet. He convinced himself, as he crept after Peter, that he was going to apologize. He’d stepped out of line with what he’d said, and hadn’t meant to make the kid uncomfortable. But as he hunted around in the nearby tree line for Peter, he didn’t expect to stumble upon the kid with one arm planted against the tree, the other hand pushed down inside his jeans.
The kid was touching himself.
Tony stood there and watched, struck dumb, as Peter’s arm moved in quick jerks. The light from the fire barely stretched out here, but he could see enough of Peter’s face to know his lips were parted. He was whispering something under his breath, and as Tony took a step closer, he heard the kid saying,
“Tony...ah, Tony!” in quiet, measured pants.
Another step, and a branch cracked beneath his foot.
Peter froze, jerking his hand out of his jeans, his eyes big and wide as he turned his head and stared at Tony. The older man saw the kid’s tongue pressing against the corner of his lip. “Jesus, kid,” Tony said, and he took a few more steps towards Peter, “if you wanted a little help, all you needed to do was ask.”
“T — Tony! I — ”
He didn’t have an excuse, this time, and Peter seemed to know it. “That’s right, sweetheart. That’s my name.” He was crowding into Peter’s space now, big hands on the kid’s hips. Peter’s jeans were loose around his waist from where the belt had been undone and they were unbuttoned. Tony’s hand slid around to the front, pushing beneath the fabric of his jeans and his underwear all in one go. The kid sucked in a breath, his whole body tense. “Think you could scream it a little louder for me?” Tony’s fingers found Peter’s cock, spit-wet. “Nobody needs to know.”
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