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pendovah · 3 months
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Try measure loss...
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starker-raving-mads · 2 months
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For You: Part I
This is for @spiderlinging who decided this level of angst needed to exist.
Have thoughts on a follow up, unsure if I'll do it.
Edit: decided to make this multi-parted.
Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX
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It had been a week since the last battle with Thanos. A week since the Blipped had returned everyone, a week since Peter awoke to Dr. Strange leading him through a portal straight into battle.
A week since Tony died.
It's all Peter can think about. The only thing he can think about. Not how traumatizing two battles back to back was, not the chaos and insanity of war, not even of how happy he should be that May and Ned and MJ are actually okay.
Instead, it's Tony, Tony, Tony. His thoughts had revolved around the older man for years now, so it wasn't new. But normally it was excitement, arousal, anticipation, joy. Now, though, it's hugging him as he felt like he was being ripped apart by the Blip. The joy of finding him and being dragged to him in a fierce hug, mid-battle, the billionaire's hands running through his hair. His voice, soft and full of this sort of grieving happiness.
"Peter," he'd said, "oh god, Peter."
And finally it was Mr. Stark's face as he sat dazed against a piece of wreckage amidst the chaos. How blank his eyes were, how little of the man was left, barely hanging on.
That face haunted his dreams, the emptiness filling up his nightmares.
And now here he was, at a lake house he could've never seen Tony living in, with people around him crying and mournful. Like they'd lost a friend when Peter felt like he'd lost a limb. Like his whole heart was being shoved out onto that lake with the last part of Tony Stark he'd ever get to see. Behind him, Happy was talking quietly to Morgan, Tony's kid - Peter's goddaughter, apparently.
He never knew you could make a dead person a godparent before, but there's a lot of things Peter never knew.
Like the thing is - Peter thought he knew grief, knew loss. His parents when he was a kid, Uncle Ben just after he'd gotten his powers. These were huge, space-taking people in his soul but losing Tony? Losing Tony was worse than anything he'd ever experienced before. He felt bad about it, sometimes. Because shouldn't his family have been the ones that meant the most, hurt the most? But then again, Tony had been everything. He'd always sort of thought he loved Tony in the way someone might love an idol, like his feelings were somehow offset by hero worship and being a teenager but it was so much more than that.
It might've started off that way, but after years of knowing him, being his friend through tough times and glad ones - it morphed along the way without him really noticing it. Got deeper, got more meaningful with every lab session and every time Tony said, "Just stay the night kid, you know where your room is. Aunt Hottie doesn't need to be woken up at 3AM with you coming home anyway."
The teen thought he'd cried every ounce of pain from him in the week since the battle, but as his eyes misted up again, he turned and headed around the back of the cabin. It was empty of people on this side and he slid down in the corner where the porch extruded out of the building. Hands covering his face, barely aware of the rotting, damp leaves under him. He just needed a minute to get it together. Just one minute and he'd -
A sound of footsteps approaching, light ones, made him stand back up again and wipe his face free of tears. He knew from experience that his eyes would be a horrible red against how pale his skin was, but there was nothing to be done about it.
Around the corner came Pepper in her funeral clothes, looking at him blankly. It was clear she'd been looking for him but he couldn't figure out why. They just stared at each other for a second, neither moving, and as the moments ticked on he got increasingly uncomfortable and awkward around this powerhouse of a woman he'd never really spent time with.
"Sorry, I just needed to step away for a - "
"He did it because of you, you know," she said, voice as neutral as her face. He blinked at her.
"I'm sorry, what - ?"
"He did it for you." And there was the anger. Her face transformed with it, skin flushing a red that clashed with her hair in a way that was still, somehow, beautiful. It was easy to see why Tony picked her out of everyone. Before he could say anything, she continued. "He told me," she said, tears clouding her voice, nose stuffing up with emotion, "that he'd figured it out. Figured out how to save everyone."
She laughed and it was the most hateful sound he'd ever heard. Shaking her head, smiling in a way that said 'fed up', she said, "But I knew. I knew he didn't do it to be the savior of humanity. His ego was always big, and he was always willing to sacrifice if he thought the price was worth it." She stopped again and stared at him, face contorting.
"He saved a lot of people," Peter agreed, spidey-sense screaming at him and he didn't know why. Every hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and he felt like he was being bombarded. It was nauseating.
"He didn't save people, Peter," she screeched, stomping toward him, hand fisted around a cloth handkerchief, finger pointing at his face. "Tony's ego was always enough to think he could save the world," she continued, voice as mad as a wolf's growl, "but he didn't do it for them. He did it for you." She hissed out, "He kept your picture in the kitchen and just stared at it - all the time! Stared at it like you were some missing part of him and if he just looked long enough you'd reappear." She laughed again, rolling her eyes.
Behind her, a crowd was appearing. Sam and Bucky first, eyes scoping out the situation like the heroes they were. Then Happy, peaking around. The other teenager - Harley, Peter remembered - was further back, near the trees, watching with a ducked face, riveted.
"Tony saved the universe," she agreed, voice even more watery. "But he didn't do it for them - he did it for you." She had moved forward enough now to jab her finger into his chest. "He could've killed everyone with his stupid time travel bullshit," she spat, jabbing harder. "He could've undone reality with it, he could've made it to where Morgan never existed." She sobbed and the anger started to drain from her, head bending. "But it didn't matter as long as he got you back." She sobbed again and as much as his heart was rending itself atom by atom by what she was saying, he couldn't fault her anger, her rage, her sadness.
He stepped forward and she dropped onto him, letting him hold her weight up as she continued to sob.
"He did it for you."
And Peter had never heard anything worse in his entire, fucked up existence.
How was he ever going to live with himself now, knowing this.
How?
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snowystarker · 3 days
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When Peter and Tony first started dating, Peter had always thought that if their relationship reached the point of marriage, Tony would want the most glamorous and extravagant wedding. Tony always spoiled Peter with nice things and while he always loved it, Peter knew it wasn't what he wanted when it came to his wedding.
After Tony proposed (and Peter obviously said yes), Tony told Peter he would handle making sure their wedding day was perfect. So while Peter worried about his fiance making the wedding too big, Tony took care of it. It wasn't until the day of the wedding that Peter realized he had the completely wrong perception of what Tony would do. It was a simple, beautiful ceremony, with all of their closest friends and family.
" I never thought you'd plan something like this for us..." Peter told his husband after the ceremony.
Tony chuckled softly " I figured this was more your style, bambino."
Peter smiled " It was perfect, Tony, thank you."
Tony smiled " Plus, the smaller ceremony allowed me to put all of my extra time towards planning the most incredible honeymoon. We leave tonight, I bought you clothes for where we're going, so you don't have to worry about packing"
Peter went to protest before he was cut off by Tony's kiss. " Don't fight this, bambino. You deserve this. I love you so much and I have every right to spoil my husband with an amazing honeymoon".
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winterspiderpurrs · 2 months
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Okay okay
Prompt
Years before Alpha Tony and Omega Peter were engaged. But then Tony took over another fraction of the Mafia. And after a big fight, he broke off the engaged.
It's been 10 years.
Tony got into the elevator. He was attending a tech conference in town. Maybe he has wife maybe he just has a gf there with him.
But then he notices the Alpha of the Russian mob stopping the elevator to get on. Bucky Barnes. The Winter Soldier. He had only taken over 9 years before. He had worked in the background before. Was more of a shadow. When they met 5 years back, Tony questioned him. All he said was, "Priorities changed"
They were corgual but rarely interacted. They nod at each other. But then a little girl ran into the elevator, laughing. Followed by who Tony realized is Peter. His Peter. The Peter he pushed away. Who quickly holds the little girls hand, smiling softly down at her. Not appearing to have noticed Tony in the back of the elevator.
" Daddy! Can we go swimming later!"
"Maybe, ask your папа"
The little turns to Bucky " Please папа!"
Funny enough the little girl has big brown eye's, that don't match Bucky's.
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sinner-for-starker · 1 month
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Look at him with glassy doe eyes, red nose, crying over Tony Stark.
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starkrpro · 9 months
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tony making peter do stretches every single day. not for his physical well-being, but so that tony has a little bit of entertainment before work. there is literally no point in pete doing this whatsoever on top of his training, and he knows it, tony knows it, but clearly the rest of the avengers aren’t as aware.
cue bucky walking into peter’s bedroom without knocking one morning because peter doesn’t like coffee, and bucky found a brand that he is eager to show peter. it’s decaf, and god, he’s annoyed at having to start a new batch of coffee and kool-aid every time the kid visits just because they can’t agree on a goddamn beverage.
after entering the boy’s room? the bag of coffee falls from bucky’s grip, all three men staring blankly at each other in slight disbelief. peter, his lovely, angelic peter, has his legs around his head while tony’s watching him like he’s starving and pete’s the first meal he’s had in weeks. considering the fact that peter would have yelled at bucky for help by now if it was actually necessary, bucky has the faintest idea that peter may be more fucked up than he could have ever expected, or it’s totally innocent and he’s the fucked up one.
his eyes drift away from the angel on the yoga mat, to tony, who’s clearing his throat.
“believe it or not, barnes, i’ve gotten pretty good at sharing over the last few years.” a wink is sent his way, along with tony patting the spot next to him on the bed. he proposes his offer as if it’s the most casual thing ever, as if observing peter in such a way is something that comes naturally to everyone. for some reason, peter’s permission doesn’t matter if tony’s willing to do it. why wasn’t peter objecting?
bucky is convinced he’s possessed as his legs start dragging him to the best seat in the building. it also takes him a moment to realize why peter is always so out of breath and flushed during breakfast—it’s definitely not due to the stretching.
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dragonstar2568 · 6 months
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( Peter, In the bathroom about to take a shower)
Peter: (turns on the water, waiting trying not to laugh)
Peter: (can hear running/fast walking)
Tony: (pops head in the doorframe) are you taking a shower ?
Peter: (giggling) I was gonna.
Tony: (confused) without me ? 🥺
Peter: (full on laughing) I was gonna ask!!!but you were busy.
Tony: so?!?
Peter: Pfft, would you like to take a shower with me ?
Tony: (smiling, already taking his clothes off)Do you even have to ask?
Peter: what !!! You were just pouting because I didn’t ask!!!
Tony: I don’t pout!!
Peter: whatever, mister pouty fa—
(Peter got pulled into the shower)
(and it’s safe to say he totally forgot to tell Tony he was going to shower and not because he wanted to see him all pouty)
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marvelnatasha · 11 months
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Morgan: Hey, Daddy?
Tony: Yes, honey?
Morgan: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?
Tony:
Tony: Where’s Peter?
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daemonn · 1 year
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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 , Pretty Woman AU.
Synopsis: From an young age Peter Parker had always known struggle and hustle; losing his parents at a young age, then his Uncle at 15 and finally his Aunt at 17 to a car crash. Since 18 he's been living with his friend MJ in Los Angeles trying to get control of his life again by scraping by however he could; turns out working the corner as the adored soft rent boy paid better than just MJ's donut shop job alone.
Then enter THE Tony Stark, multi-billionaire playboy inventor...Who was currently lost here and needed direction. Asking for directions costs him $320 dollars that night, plus a month with Peter he'd never forget. Peter mellows Tony out from his aggressive business demeanor, Tony shows Peter a side to life that is easy and luxurious.
How much scrutiny and change can each of them withstand before they call it quits, or call it love ?
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AN: Cheesy and rusty summary but here's a moodboard teaser for an in progress fic I'm working on for my beloved starker bois. <3
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starker-raving-mads · 3 months
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Headcanon that Morgan calls Peter "Papa" because she learned he was her godfather and decided he got a parent-name too.
(And of course she's the one who fully knows Tony and Pete are in love with each other, half calls him Papa because it gives Tony Big Feels™️, and does everything she can to make sure papa and daddy live happily ever after because obviously they're both idiots who won't figure it out on their own.)
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snowystarker · 3 days
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Tony and Peter definitely use one of Tony's convertibles and go to the beach together before anyone wakes up or after everyone else leaves the beach for the day. The two of them just spend time with each other and act like idiots, dancing together on the sand and splashing each other with water. There are also the moments of silence, where the two of them just sit together, not saying a word, and just enjoy being in each other's presence and listening to the waves lap at the shore. They both love every minute of these trips, whether it's the loud, laughter filled moments, or the quiet ones where they realize that they love each other more than anyone else could ever understand.
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winterspiderpurrs · 10 months
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Uber eats/grubhub worker Peter Parker gets worried when his regular never deters doesn't use the app as normal. The guy is a regular for the last 2 years. Even if he has never met the guy before.
So yeah he gets worried and calls the number he has. This weird British guy answered " This is Jarvis, you have called a private line, how did you get this number and why are you calling"
" Hi! I mean... Hello. So like... umm I'm Parker i mean Peter Parker. Umm I normally do deliveries for uhh Anthony. And umm he never doesn't order? I mean if he didn't that's fine but...uhhh... I just want to make sure he is okay? Like... it's cool if there isn't an order but... normally he does... and I wanted to make sure ya know... everything is okay..."
" One Moment Please "
And thats how Peter ends up being directed to Stark Tower, up elevators he has never been in before. Given entry to what appears to be a lab/workshop.
The Tony Stark laying in a chair and being told to help move the arc reactor in his chest before he passes out.
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soleillov · 1 month
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Nanotechnology 🤖
🇬🇧: Peter spends a lot of time alone in the engineering lab of Avengers Tower. Until one day Tony shows up to help.
🇧🇷: Peter passa muito tempo sozinho no laboratório de engenharia da torre dos Vingadores. Até que um dia Tony aparece para ajudar.
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⚠️: English is not my first language
🔗 In English
🔗 Em português brasileiro
Com amor, Sol ☀️
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taruchinator · 2 months
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☕ Explicit Content
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☕ For the @starkerfestivals Valentine's Exchange!
There was always something about waking up next to Tony that made Peter's heart flutter.
Everyone knew Tony Stark was handsome. The silver fox was thirsted after by men and women alike thanks to his good looks and charismatic charm. But this right here, was a sight that Peter had all for himself.
A not-so-soft sensation suddenly rubbing against the brunet's thighs, which told him he was looking for something other than a comfortable body pillow.
Hey everyone! Alice here bringing you more Starker content! ^^
This is a little something I cooked last month for the Starker Valentine's Exchange which I'm super late on posting over here on Tumblr hehe.
Apologies to my giftee @starker-sorbet for being a bit late! I hope you'll still like it— I wanted to lean on domestic moments, but was also in the mood of smut, so I figured why not mesh them together~
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There was always something about waking up next to Tony that made Peter's heart flutter.
Unlike his partner, the younger man was an early bird—sure, he'd spend time working on his inventions in the late hours of the night, yet for some reason his biological clock was wired for him to wake as soon as the sun started to rise. Which would probably be annoying for most people on their day off, but Peter quickly found the positive to this little quirk of his.
Shifting under the soft silk of their white sheets, the brunet sneakily placed an arm around the sleeping figure beside him, taking in the breathtaking sight with a soft smile.
Everyone knew Tony Stark was handsome. The silver fox was thirsted after by men and women alike thanks to his good looks and charismatic charm. But this right here, was a sight that Peter had all for himself—something the masses didn't know about his lover, and that made him feel special.
The older man was snuggled against his side, with the stubble of his beard tickling Peter in the rhythm of his even breathing. The usual crease between his eyebrows caused by both dealing with the duties of Stark Industries and an Avenger was not present, showing instead an expression that could only be described as peaceful.
Almost vulnerable.
The first time he'd been treated to this sight was at the beginning of their relationship, when Tony invited him to spend the night and share a bed. “Just sleeping”, he'd clarified, to which Peter only chuckled and nodded over how cute it was for Tony to not dare rush him into anything.
The morning after, the brunet was starstruck after seeing the older man draped over him. After clearing out the embarrassment of it all, Tony had said that he must've felt safe in Peter's presence, which instantly melted the young Avenger's heart.
Ever since, he's been eternally grateful to his early morning habits that allowed him to admire the man he loved in his natural habitat.
Tony shifted again, this time pressing himself completely to Peter's side with an incomprehensible mumble, almost as if he was seeking the other's warmth. Yet based on the not-so-soft sensation suddenly rubbing against the brunet's thighs, something told him he was looking for something other than a comfortable body pillow.
“Well someone's feeling frisky…” Peter mumbled under his breath with a coy grin.
Morning wood was relatively common in their bed sharing experience, despite Tony's insistence in being ‘too old for it’ and how it ‘made him seem like a horny teenager.’ They usually never had time to address it—the life of a superhero left little time for oneself, let alone a partner.
But today was different.
No catastrophic incidents to follow up on with S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters and no pesky Stark Industries meetings where they had to sit for hours trying to explain what the Iron-Man suit was even for.
It was a day just for them.
With skillful movements, Peter slowly guided his hand under the covers and against the familiar feeling of Tony's clothed bulge. A soft sigh was heard and Peter couldn't tell who it came from. All he knew was that the member was growing harder and larger.
After wrapping his fingers under the older man's underwear, Tony let out a soft groan while wiggling himself closer, which instantly sent a pool of heat to Peter's core.
“How can he be so cute yet so handsome?” Peter couldn't help it—before he knew it, his other hand was moving under the comfort of his briefs and began teasing his outer lips in synch to his lover's stroking. He let out a low moan, praying to any deity out there that he wasn't being loud.
He was used to caring for his sexual needs on his own, thanks to the aforementioned lack of time that came with a superhero's life. It made the few moments they did have together feel much more special and meaningful.
“Hmm… Either I'm still dreaming or this is the cheesiest start to a porno…”
A groggy voice brought Peter back to reality, with a pair of lips he knew by heart meeting his own. Their kiss was sloppy, soft and sweet, with Tony humming into it which brought a smile to the brunet's face.
“For the record, it seems like you were having a fun little dream there,” Peter teased slightly, “hopefully I was in it?”
“Honey, you star in my dreams every night.” Tony said with affection dripping from his voice, which was only a bigger indicator that he was still waking up. He was much more lovey dovey in the mornings. Peter chuckled in response, pulling the man closer in both a hug and to get a better grip on his cock. “Well that makes two of us, I guess…”
“Nuh-uh. Enough of that mister, gimme.” The older man swatted Peter's hand away, and instead placed it around his neck as he maneuvered around to try and feel what was hidden under the young man's underwear. Peter knew he was already dripping, but it didn't it from being embarrassing. “Someone's all ready to go…”
“When you wake up to your boyfriend grinding against you can you blame me?” Peter's voice hitched at the new hand rubbing circles against his clit. He'd never understand how Tony could make him melt with a snap of his fingers.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting, then.” A small smile crossed his features, which Peter gladly returned. After lowering both of their pants to each other's ankles, the billionaire began aligning himself to his entrance. With slow and steady movements, he was eventually inside.
Much less complicated from their first attempts, when Peter still had to adjust to Tony's size.
“Haa… you doin’ good?” The older man was in place, not daring to move until Peter said otherwise. He was always considerate that way.
“Y-Yeah. God, yes Tony, just move.”
And so he did.
‘Slow and steady wins the race’, so they say. The duo had never had time for that, though. Today however, it seemed like his boyfriend was on the same page as him when it came to taking it easy in their day off. Slow and almost lazy thrusts were what Peter received, and he didn't realize how much he needed a good release until now.
Kisses were peppered everywhere—his cheeks, his forehead, his collarbone. Pretty much anywhere Tony could get access to was fair game, and they all felt the same: warm and safe. Peter returned the affections as best as he could, but even in this slow rhythm they had going on, he was reaching his climax rather fast. Who could've guessed?
“Ngh… I'm close. W-Where do you want me, baby?” Tony mumbled close to his ear. Seems like he wasn't the only one at least.
“I-Inside. Inside is fine…” Peter moaned while pulling the other man closer to him, tugging gently at his hair as a somewhat lifeline.
Just like that, groans echoed across their bedroom, with the familiar feeling of Tony's warm seed filling up his insides. If this was a dream he certainly didn't want to wake up. Of course, that is until Tony decided to let out a yawn after their little session, which was just far too adorable for Peter to resist.
He reached for a tissue box on their nightstand and then turned upwards to the ceiling. “Jarvis. Can you get us started with some breakfast?”
The lights of their bedroom flickered to life, much to Tony's annoyance as he hid under the blankets. The comforting voice of the A.I. guarding the mansion replied. “Good morning, Master Peter. I will get started on that right away.”
“Thanks!” Peter smiled and the lights turned off, only for sounds to start coming from the kitchen as their meals were being prepared. “Well that was quite a way to start the day.”
“And it can continue to be wonderful,” Tony lifted his head slightly, not entirely sure if the lights would come back to spook him, “if we just stay in bed a little longer.”
“Haha! But don't you have that meeting—?”
“It isn't until after lunch. Now come and cuddle, you know daddy gets cold after we have sex.” Tony grumbled with a hint of annoyance in his voice, but it was clear that he meant no actual harm. Peter let out another chuckle in disbelief.
“Okay, yeah, I'm not calling you that. But I won't argue with free cuddles.” The brunet was quick to place his head against his lover's chest, feeling the warm sensation of his skin and arc reactor giving him life.
He'd never understand how he got this lucky. And to be honest, he didn't wanna dwell too much on it—He loved Tony and Tony loved him. That was all that mattered.
“Jarvis. Put a rain check for breakfast. Something tells me we'll be taking a little nap…” Peter mumbled only loud enough for the entity to hear him.
Breakfast in bed sounded much more appealing anyway.
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✦ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬!✦
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starkerlove · 8 months
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cop husband tony/ shy wifey peter request where Tony gets cuffed on bed while his wife, peter rides his dick. smut request ;P
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"Please, Tony!" Peter asked blushing hard as he looked at his husband with big eyes.
"Okay, okay, you can do it, baby" Tony smirked.
Peter jumped happily and quickly got to undress Tony completely. Cuffing him to the headboard so he was completely naked and spread just for Peter.
"Are you happy to see me?" Peter asked Tony's hard dick springing into action when he touched Tony's thighs.
"C'mon, babe... Let me see you work on me" Tony asked.
Peter slowly sat himself down on Tony's dick, feeling it spreading his ass open "Fuck... So good..." He moaned, hands pinching Tony's nipples "You open me up so good, tony... Fuck!" He started to ride his cock, rocking his hips and moving up and down. His own hard dick bouncing against his stomach.
Tony licked over his lips, he wished he could squeeze Peter's cock and make him come right there. He tugged against the cuffs "Touch yourself baby"
Peter immediately complied, using one hand to stroke himself at the same pace he fucked himself on Tony's cock.
"Come for me... I'm gonna come inside you..." Tony warned as he gasped for air moving his hips against Peter's ass and coming inside of him deeply.
"Yes!" Peter came in his own hand and laid down on Tony's stomach, kissing his chest.
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lemonpeter · 10 months
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Pretty boy
A/N: it’s just a little thing but,,,Tom is so pretty in those pics (you know the ones)
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“You really went all out, huh?” Tony brushed a finger over Peter’s jawline, eyes trailing over his face.
Dark eyeshadow sharply contrasted against his pale skin. Eyeliner smudged around his eyes only made his sweet eyes look bigger.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Peter looked away, slightly embarrassed. It was too much. He knew it was, he shouldn’t have done so much with the makeup. He just got excited.
The older man smiled down at him before taking the seat next to him at the bar. “It’s not a bad thing, honey. I like it. You look…pretty.”
He hesitated with the word. Not because it wasn’t true, but because he wasn’t sure how Peter would take it. More feminine concepts hadn’t been something they’d really explored before. But damn was Peter pretty. Always, but especially tonight.
But the dark pink that overtook the younger man’s face told him that it was an accepted compliment. Even in the dim lighting he could see just how hard he was blushing. That only made him look prettier.
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