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Please wrote a story with Peter meeting Tony in one if his dad's meeting for work and the Tony becoming Peterâs daddy ...Thank you
I changed this slightly by making aunt May a badass businesswoman instead of Peterâs dad :) (all characters are 18+)
âItâll do you some good, Peter.â May said firmly as she tapped away on her tablet. âYou need to know how to win over the competition if you want any hope of running this business with a semblance of success.â
âBut theyâre so boring,â Peter pouted, âfull of dusty old men and statistics.â
âYeah, well, welcome to the real world.â
Peter huffed, sliding down in the soft leather car seat, folding his arms with a pout for extra effect. May didnât look up, but chuckled, and Peter rolled his eyes in frustration.
âWho are you meeting with?â
âTony Stark. Well, Stark Industries. Itâs normally Pepper Potts, but apparently sheâs on her honeymoon, and these contracts really canât wait for her to get back.â
Which was how Peter found himself sitting on a chair in the corner of the boardroom, trying to feign interest as May made her presentation to Stark Industries, when really all he could think about was how delicious Tony Stark looked in his suit. Everything about him just oozed power and confidence, and it made Peter want to drop to his knees and beg.
âI adore hearing you talk business, miss Parker.â Tony drawled, grin etched onto his face as May raised an unimpressed eyebrow, and Peter felt himself practically salivate. âThereâs nothing like a woman who knows what sheâs doing in the boardroom.â
âAs much as I adore your unending flattery, mister Stark,â May deadpanned, âdo we have a feasible deal, here?â
âOf course,â Tony nodded, âif you could send the drafts over to my lawyers, Iâll get them back to you as soon as possible.â
Peter stood with the rest of the room as May and Tony shook hands, and was preparing to leave, until he heard Tony speak again.Â
âIs that your nephew?â
âIndeed it is. It does him good to sit in on meetings occasionally, get a feel for how the business works.â
Tony hummed in agreement, and Peter felt himself suddenly weak at the knees as Tony pinned him with an unwavering stare, assessing him like he was a piece of meat. If it were anyone else, Peter would have bristled, pulled himself up and stared right back, but there was something domineering in the older manâs gaze that made him just want to bow his head and obey.Â
âYou in college, kid?â
âYes, sir.â
âFirst year?â
âSecond.â
âBusiness studies?â
âNo sir. Biomechanical engineering.â
âInteresting. MIT? Princeton? Yale?â
âMIT, sir.â
âOh, truly the best of the best, mister Parker.â Tony grinned, and levelled Peter with a playful look. âPerhaps youâd like to hop over to Stark Industries at some point, come and take a look at the R&D floors? With the permission of your scarily efficient aunt, of course.â
âThatâs- um- thatâs-â An encouraging look in the form of a raised eyebrow and a half smile from May had Peter nodding, making better eye contact with his shoes than with the man in front of him. âThatâd be great, mister Stark, thank you.â
âGreat! Iâll have my people get in contact with your people. I look forward to seeing you again, Parker.â
With a dazzling grin and a clap on Peterâs shoulder that lingered fractionally longer than it should have done, Tony was gone, followed quickly and silently by his entourage.Â
âWell that was interesting.â May mused, making a point of keeping her eyes on her phone screen as they left the boardroom, saving Peterâs blushing face some dignity. âHe certainly took a shine to you.â
âIâm sure heâs like that with everyone.â
âYes, Iâm sure he is. Anything you feel like sharing with the class?â
âExcuse me?â
âYouâre red as a fire truck and didnât look Stark in the eye the whole time we were in there.â
âHe was just intimidating, I guess. Heâs a celebrity.â
âYouâve met more celebrities than one can shake a stick at, Peter Parker. You donât get intimidated.â
âWell, thereâs an exception to every rule.â
âJust be safe, Peter.â May sighed finally, a fond smile on her face as she stroked briefly over her nephewâs shoulder. âYou know thatâs all I want for you.â
A week later saw Peter shuffling into the lobby of Stark Industries to be met by an enthusiastic Tony Stark who smelled like coffee and engine oil, and then shown to what could only amount to an R&D candyland.Â
Three months later saw Peter appearing at Stark tower regularly, with his own personal access to the research floors, his own desk and workstation.Â
Six months later saw Peter with access to Tonyâs personal workshop, which was also incidentally where Tony first kissed him whilst he was elbow deep in the engine of a car, and Peter felt months of untapped frustration and desire leak out of him at the soft press of lips.Â
âTony,â Peter breathed, âoh god, you have no idea how long Iâve been waiting for that.â
âI wanted you the minute I first saw you in that meeting.â Tony whispered against Peterâs lips, hands fisting in the young manâs brown curls. âYouâre delectable.â
âPlease, Tony.â Peter murmured, sliding oil-stained hands under the manâs t-shirt. âI need you, god, I want you.â
âIâm going to fuck you up against this car,â Tony assured, voice gravelly, âIâm going to fuck you so hard you forget your own name, and then Iâm going to fuck you some more.â
âYes.â
Okay but Peter looking up confused sometimes because Tonyâs heart is making weird jumps and speeding up like other hearts do when someoneâs in love. But thereâs no one in the room with them?
Peter is confused for a few months before finally bringing it up to Tony like âI think there might be something wrong with your heart because sometimes it sounds like youâre looking at someone you love but nobodyâs there with us and I think you should go to the med bay. Because what if somethingâs wrong and thatâs why it makes these little jumps?â and Tony is just confused for a second, trying to process what Peter unloaded on him, before his heart does the jumpy thing again and then he just goes âJesus kid. How are you this oblivious?â
WAIT I HAVE A FIC ALMOST EXACTLY LIKE THIS
summary: Alternatively: thank the lord for those spider senses, huh?
In which Peter has superhumanly good hearing, Tony is fifty-going-on-fifteen, complete with his heart âskipping a beatâ and butterflies in his stomach and an over active case of The Hormones, and itâs generally chaotic all around. Fluff and feels only in this household.
It takes until Morgan is 3 years old for shit to hit the fan. Scandal of the century they are calling it.
Morgan needed blood donated because of an accident. And Tony said that Pepper could do it since she has the same blood type as their baby.
But she doesn't. News blasted the scandal. Pepper didn't want to be pregnant, she found a surrogate and pretended to be pregnant. Tony never questioned it cause they didn't live together til after Morgan was born. She kept that secret from him. He wouldn't have cared but how she went about it broke his trust.
Now Tony is on the hunt for the omega who carried his pup.
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Adorable, smart, MIT student Omega Peter Parker.
He never knew who he carried for, but he needed the money for school and whoever had his contract paided a hefty sun.
Now almost 4 years later Peter gets a knock at the door.
fuck.
op, pls tell me this prompt is up for grabs? (with credit, of course)
Tamed
Reposting this *finally* after itâs sudden and inexplicable disappearance off my blog :(
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About this: same age Starker, high school AU. Bad boy Tony and goody two shoes Peter. Features: breathplay, daddy kink, smoking, mentions of drugs and alcohol, violence (not between Tony and Peter), and a homophobic slur. 8.9k.
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MJ stops talking in the middle of her sentence.Â
Ned, who has been dozing by her side for the last ten minutes of their lunch break, notices the silence and perks up, blinking sleepily.Â
âWhat is it?â Peter asks.Â
âTony Stark,â she says. âHeâs looking at us.âÂ
All the breath gets sucked from Peterâs lungs. Suddenly his heart pounds. Is this what a heart attack feels like? He might be having a heart attack. The nurse who occupies a tiny room beside the counselorâs office isnât going to be able to handle this cardiac episode. âWhat kind of look?â Peter asks. âAssess his look MJ. Does it say, âI want to pound your gutsâ? Wait, should I look? Noâyou should stop lookingââÂ
âItâs a look Peter,â she says. âSee for yourself.âÂ
Anxiety wars with curiosity. Somehow, curiosity wins, and Peter (be cool, Pete, be cool and casual) glances over his shoulder. Thereâs nothing casual about the expression on Tonyâs face. Itâs apathetic, thatâs true, but it is fixed and unflinching even as Peterâs entire lunch table stares back at him across the grassy quad. Around him are his friendsâother seniors who have reputations for delinquencyâand they laugh and joke raucously but Tony isnât joining them at all. At the edge of his lips, a cigarette rests.Â
Peter swallows. Smoking on school grounds is forbidden.Â
MJ throws up both of her hands, mouthing What? Sheâs the only one with the balls to do that. Peterâs never heard of Tony Stark hitting a woman, but the true depths of the older seniorâs depravity are unknown. Unfortunately.Â
Tony takes his cigarette out of his mouth and points with it.Â
âOh my god,â Peter says.Â
MJ points at herself. Tony shakes his head, points again. MJ points to Ned. Tonyâs eyes roll noticeably even from this distance. He points one last time. âHe wants you, Petey,â MJ mutters.Â
Peter turns to her, glad Tony canât see the expression on his face. He hopes itâs terrifiedâbecause terror is explicable at least. But god forbid the other boy see the pounding of Peterâs heart in his throat, the way his palms have started sweating, the nervous-anxious-excited energy that makes his stomach feel like itâs twisting inside out. âWhat does he want with me?âÂ
âMaybe he wants to pound you,â she says flatly.Â
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Peter and Tony have a date planned, and sure Peter was at least 15 minutes early, but Tony is already 10 minutes late. And Peter knows that Tonyâs late most of the time, and he knows that he doesnât really have to worry until heâs at least 45 minutes late, but it feels really awkward. Sitting here, getting looks from other costumers and the waitresses, assuring them that his date âis gonna be here any minuteâ and getting pitying looks in return. It makes him feel fidgety and so, so awkward. He feels like everybody is staring.
As soon as Tony rushes into the restaurant, sweeping Peter up in a kiss and apologizing breathlessly, they have other reasons to stare of course
Sweet, awww. Imagine people Peter knows (Flash???) are also patrons at the restaurant as well, and the longer he sits at the table alone the more he hears the group snickering and feels their eyes on him. âGot stood up, Parker? Your date must have had a wake-up call on the taxi ride here.âÂ
And then thereâs Tony Stark rushing in with flowers to apologize for being late and asking Peter to please stand up and pretend theyâve just arrived at the table so that Tony can pull out the chair for him and feel like less of an ass for getting distracted in the lab.Â
OH or confident and self-assured Peter with Tony who is used to having to apologize and make grand gestures to his dates to make up for his perceived faults, but when he arrives at the restaurant, Peter just smiles and says that heâs already ordered Tonyâs usual.Â
âHow did you know?â Tony asks over entreeâs, sitting his knife and fork down.
âHmm?â Peter asks around a bite of filet.Â
âHow did you know that I was just late, that I was still coming?âÂ
And Peter just softens and grins and says, âBecause youâre you.âÂ
because youâre you
THAT WAS SO SOFT
Donât Buy Dildos Where You Buy Your Socks
Rating: Mature Warnings: N/A Tags: Crack | Unestablished relationship | Dialogue heavy | Sex Toys | Birthdays | Ambiguous canon. Tony sees something he shouldnât when pestering Peter about his birthday present and it might just lead to the best present of all.
The kid was infuriating to buy for, verging on impossible. In the weeks leading up to his birthday Tonyâs blood pressure rose exponentially and any attempts to garner even the smallest request for a present was met with ditherings of oh gosh, Mr. Stark, I donât need anything and you really donât have to, Mr. Stark!
âKid, come on. Youâve gotta work with me here,â Tony complained, almost hanging upside down off the arm of the couch, rubbing at his temples. âYouâve gotta give me something. Anything. And so help me god if you say one of those stupid bobble-head figures or a new school notebook Iâm actually going to beat you to death with the Mark L.â
âFunko-Pops,â Peter muttered, cheeks blazing pink. He was silent for several long moments. âWell,â he began hesitantly. âThere is one thingâŚâ
âSweet shit!â Tony barked, throwing his arms up in the air and sitting upright. âFinally! Câmon, spit it out, kid. I donât care if its the Queen of Englandâs crown, lay it on Daddy.â
The term slipped out, force of habit from too much time around the bots and too many self-deprecating Daddy Warbucks jokes, and while Tony ignored it Peter squirmed on his seat, spluttering for a moment.
âIts just a jacket,â the kid defended, pulling out his phone. âWhy would I want the Queenâs crown, anyway?â
âI donât know. Room decoration? Pawn it off for a Game Boy? This is the first time in four years youâve ever asked me for anything, kid. I donât know what goes on in that little pea-brain of yours.â
âThis pea-brain just got into MIT,â Peter grumbled but he was smiling as he shuffled across the couch, tilting his phone towards Tony.
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poolside kisses
Iâm so happy to gift @monster-cock69 with a fic for the @starkerfestivals Spring Fever event! I hope you enjoy <3
Prompt: âHeâs just a kid.â âDoes that look like a kid to you?âÂ
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The pardoning of the Rogue Avengers could not have come at a worse time.Â
Tony knew that they needed a united front to be ready for any future attacks. He was all too aware. He just wished that theyâd returned after he managed to get his man. He didnât need anyone or anything getting in the way of his wooing.Â
With all of the Avengers under one roof once more, the only time Tony could get dibs on Peter was during their one-on-one sessions in the lab. Everywhere else they went was teeming with superheroes or employees, and Tony was sick of it. He missed having Peter to himself.Â
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scoop does it again huh?
Sunflower Blessings
Summary: Sunflower fairy Peter is different from the other fairies in a lot of ways. He was born from an unusual flower, at the height of summer, and like all sunflowers, he only has eyes for Sun God Stark. Unfortunately, he draws the attention of the capricious Wind God Beck, who makes his life difficult.
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Tags: Fairies and Gods Au, Sunflower Fairy Peter, Sun God Tony Stark, Fluff, For Pro
Thanks to @the-mad-starker for your help betaing and I hope you like it @endgame-ironspider
ahhhhhhhhh!!!!
@starker-sorbet for the @starkerfestivals Spring Fever Exchange!
The prompt was "New parents Tony and Peter going on a date, with Avengers babysitting the kid. Maybe come home to chaos."
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Peter and Tony doing one of these house tour interviews. Theyâre showing the interviewers their house and talk about their daily routine and everywhere in the house are just so many tiny things that speak of an absolute intimacy and trust between them
the way i have a 90% complete fic of exactly this premise in my wip folder rn đŹđđ¤Ł
oh my god pleaseâŚ.i am begging on my knees đđđ
And that closes the book on the single most hellish year I have ever had.
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I could not have made it through this year without @cozysafechaotic cheering me on through every twist and turn and making sure that I come out on the other side! I am so thankful for your undying and infinite patience, your staying up into the wee hours of the night, reminding me of my worth, holding my hand digitally, wiping my tears when I fall apart, and making sure I remember just how loved I am when I forget. Thank you so freaking much for everything you do, squishbean, I love you so so so so much, and I dont think I can ever tell you that enough. Please keep being your beautiful amazing self, I'm so thankful to exist in the same universe as you stardust squish! đâ¤đđđ
Additional thank you to @katsotherworld, @khalixascorner, @starkerxstarker, @jacyian, @starkerscoop, @endgame-ironspider, @chi-the-queen and the rest of the squad on the super starkers discord for your never ending support and patience as I explode the server at 4 am.
so, so massively proud of u for getting through this, nika đđ ur precious and iâm so glad the server got us in the same place lol (donât worry about the 4am explosions, theyâre part of the ~charm)
Okay how would u feel about tony having a feminization kink and calling peter his âBaby girlâ and uses femme words for his genitalia so instead of âcockâ he says âpussyâ or âclitâ
((this ties in with a headcanon stuck in my head all day so I added it in, hope u donât mind?))
Okay, so Peter sounds like a girl in bed and you canât convince me otherwise; thereâs no doubt about it. We all know how his prepubescent voice sounds, so adorably squeaky and rising in pitch whenever he gets excited, especially with the voice cracks at the end of practically every sentence of hisâ but nothing compares to how the boy sounds like when heâs on the cusp of orgasm.
And thatâs the thing; nobody knows about⌠that. Peterâs extremely embarrassed about this particular feature about him, so he tries his his hardest to make sure no one ever finds out; and that includes Tony. Hiding his girly moans and whimpers when heâs riding the older man while calloused engineer-hands wrap around his leaking cock is certainly no easy feat, and the dark filthy words Tony mutters to him while doing so definitely doesnât help either. Sometimes Peter canât help itâ a soft whine or high pitched gasp will fall from his parted lips, punched out of his chest at a particularly well aimed thrust at the sensitive bundle of nerves in him from the bulbous head of Tonyâs cock, but heâll cut himself off abruptly, biting down at his bottom lip so harshly he tastes coppery blood, chest quivering with the immense effort it takes to stifle the noises swelling within him and threatening to spill out. Instead Peter will just squeeze his eyes shut, fingers clenching so hard as he drags them down across Tonyâs back; focusing solely on suppressing a scream. Because what will Tony think, when he hears how Peter really sounds like in bed? High pitched like a little girlâs, breathy cries like those women in a cheap porno. Heâs afraid the older man to tease him about it, or worse judge him; so most of the time heâs quiet save for the little moans here and there, and Tony just thinks that his baby boy is just not a vocal person during sex.
That is, until one day when Tony arrives home late at night from a business trip overseas, the tower still with silence as he walks to his roomâ and then when heâs metres away from the door he hears an indistinct sound, the telltale squeaking of a mattress; and then a gasping moan that can only be described as girly. For several long moments Tony honest to god thinks that an intruder had broken into his penthouse, because judging from the noises emanating from his bedroom there can be no other possible scenario other than some strange lady being fucked within an inch of her life in thereâ all high pitched squeals only rising in fervour with every passing second. Steeling himself, Tony readies a finger over the activating button on his gauntlet as he strides toward the half-ajar door, guard up and ready for a fightâ
So imagine his complete surprise when he swings open the door to take in the scene in his room: his young lover in bed, completely bare with miles of porcelain skin exposed, coltish legs high in the air and a hand in between his thighs as he fingers himself senseless. Peterâs little chest is trembling, heaving with exertion as he jerks his hard pink cock in his other hand, head thrown back in pleasure and the pale column of his neck tantalizingly arched; utterly unaware of Tonyâs sudden presence in the room.
Until the older man slides closer, gears in his head whirring as he listens to the delightful wails from the teen, high and desperate and definitely new to him, struggling to keep his strides steady instead of just pouncing on the feast laid out right in front of him. By the time he reaches the edge of his bed heâs already fattening in his slacks, so unbelievably turned on as he watches those skinny fingers slide sloppily in and out, the wet sounds from it mixing with the noises from Peter himself into something indecent. His voice comes out so husky and gravelly he surprises even himself as he leans down towards Peterâs sweat-slicked shoulder, purring âwhat do we have here, baby? Have you been depriving daddy of these pretty sounds all this time?â and the boyâs reaction would have been almost comical if he werenât so painfully aroused at the moment, Peter nearly jumping out of his skin and tearing his hands away to slap his palm over his open mouth, glazed doe eyes wide with shock. The look on his face is one of clear mortification, cheeks flushing a rosy red as he frantically tries to defend himself; denying that the sounds werenât from him but Tony cuts the rambling off by kissing Peter roughly, slamming their mouths together viciously, nipping on a swollen bottom lip to demand entry into the wet confines of the boyâs mouth, tongue-fucking him rough and passionate. Peter goes lax beneath him, not resisting as Tony falls bodily atop him, caging him in with his buff arms on either side of his head.
âGood girls dont lie, Pete,â is all the older man whispers hotly in his ear; is all the warning he gets before his daddy is fucking him without abandon, wild and animalistic. ltâs the roughest sex theyâve ever had, the bed rocking beneath their joined bodies as Tony flips him over, shoving his face into the mattress and forcing his ass high up in the air as he slides his rock hard cock into him, so thick and long that Peter hiccups with the fullness of it all. Tony loses all control, grabbing his wrists with one hand to twist them behind his back, the other one reaching out to grip at the boyâs messy mussled hair, gathering a fistful of curls before yanking his head back until his chest is taut with a barely suppressed scream. âDonât you fucking dare keep those moans from me, baby girl⌠let it all out, let daddy hear you properly,â Tony snarls, punctuating his command with a brutal thrust into that tight little hole around him.
And Peter loses it, screaming at the top of his lungs and finally, finally letting go. He wails, whimpers high and needy, crying out as Tony sinks impossibly deeper into him again and again, the vicious snaps of his daddyâs hips rocking him forward up the bed. He begs shamelessly, voice lilting high; looses himself in the overwhelming pleasure instead of focusing on keeping all his noises in as he did beforeâ feeling utterly, hopelessly claimed by the older man above him. By now Tonyâs is almost delirious off the beautiful sounds from Peter, so pretty and desperate, drinking in the mewls he gets in response to his dark utterings of âsuch a sweet little girl for meâ and âfeel so good around my cock, your tight pussy is made just for me, isnât it princess?â
Peter comes while sobbing, breathless and quivering with exertion as he squeals âall yours daddy, only yours-!â
trying - to be more active on tumblr by posting a fic i speed-wrote in discord & then cleaned up later. full credit to @starkerhowlter for the amazing prompt đ
summary- tony and peter are in a relationship, but the others donât know. one day, peter slaps tonyâs ass playfully with a hand covered in paint and the bright pink handprint on his chinos is what forces their reveal.
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Tony walks into the kitchen, humming a slightly off tone version of âToxicâ under his breath. He hadn't initially wanted to listen to Britney Spears in his lab--it threw the whole vibe off--but Peter wouldnât listen, even going so far as to rope FRIDAY, the traitor, into playing his playlist. The end result being Tony having songs stuck in his mind against his will. The other day, to his eternal horror, he was mumbling One Directionâs âWhat Makes You Beautifulâ and it was only his good fortune that prevented anyone, especially Peter, from being around him. He wouldâve never heard the end of it otherwise. All alleged footage was immediately wiped, of course.
He nods in greeting to the various occupants of the Tower who were gathered around. Natasha was sitting on the counter with her legs pulled up to her chest while Barnes was rummaging through the fridge. The others--Steve, Rhodey, Sam--were sitting around the island, talking about something related to the military. He had no interest taking part in that conversation. Heâs still a bit, maybe 35%, persona non grata with those people.
Instead, Tony makes a beeline straight for the coffee machine, needing a cup in his hands like, yesterday. Itâs as heâs got his hand outstretched to grab his favorite mug--red and blue like another favorite something--that he hears a voice from behind him.
âTonyâŚ.â
âYes, Freezer Burn?â He grabs the mug, pours himself some fresh brew, and turns around to face the island.
Steve ignores the name. âWhatâs that on your, uh, your-â He points a finger in the general direction of Tonyâs chinos.
âItâs the 21st century, you can say ass, Steve,â Sam snarks.
Tonyâs brows raise in surprise that he hides behind a large gulp. âWhatâs that on my what?â
Cock drunk tony prompt please
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Peter has never seen Tony like this before.
Itâs fascinating.
He has his head tilted back into Peterâs hand, eyes hooded and mouth open, the head of Peterâs cock still resting on the tongue Tony has laid against his lower lip. Thereâs a small tear in the corner of Tonyâs left eye, and down the side of the right there is a damp trail, a small reminder of how his eyes had just been brimming with tears moments before. Heâs panting, and yet while he could push Peter away with his grip on the younger manâs thighs, he doesnât. Heâs still waiting for Peter to slide his cock back into his mouth.
âSuch a good boy,â Peter breathes, and shifts his foot to press his toes up against the neglected bulge in Tonyâs underwear. Tony immediately shivers and lets out a choked sound â but still he keeps his mouth open and waiting.
Peterâs heart surges with a possessive kind of pride.
âDo you want more, baby?â he asks sweetly.
Tony nods his head as much as he can, as eagerly as he can, with Peterâs fingers still twisted roughly into his hair. His tongue poked out a little farther, as if heâs trying to coax Peterâs cock into his mouth again, right where he wants it.
Peter would be lying if he said he doesnât want the exact same thing.
Heâs recently found out just how wonderfully Tony reacts to having his throat fucked, gently first, but with increasing roughness and firmness and speed.
Peter loves the way Tony drools around him, the way his eyes go glassy moments before he shuts them, and how his tears roll down the side of his face as he throat constricts helplessly around whatâs pushing deeper and farther than anything or anyone else ever has.
âOpen wide, big boy,â Peter breathes, and watches in awe how his cock disappears down Tonyâs throat again, until the older manâs body convulses with a sharp gag.
Peter would be deterred by that.
He would be, if he didnât know just how much Tony is enjoying it.
And if the growing damp spot on Tonyâs underwear is anything to go by, or the delirious look on his face, heâs enjoying it, alright.
Heâs always been such a good boy.
edits for @sluttystarkerâs fucking fabulous porn star au (pts. one, two, three) psa the quiz is real and you can take it right here!