In case you forgot, here’s to remembering Tony single handedly solved time travel and brought back half the universe, all because he looked at a photo of him and Peter
I’m a serious sucker for the whole, no one believes Peter has a Stark Industries Internship thing, and when Tony hears Peter is getting shit about it at school, he shows up randomly during lunch hours, walks in, and gives Peter something, like a note book because “Hey Pete, you forgot this, this morning when leaving the tower, thought it might be important, see you after school.”
And Peter genuinely has never seen this note book before in his life, but Tony needed the excuse to come make everyone feel like little shits for picking on him.
Bonus: he opens the notebook and it says “They should believe you now. Have a good day!”
"Hey, Mr. Stark, was the blow job he gave you to get the internship at least good?"
Tony stops and turns around.
"Anyone want to put a face to that question?"
No one steps forward.
"That's what I thought. Here's a question of my own: What's the formula for Vacuum Permeability?"
No one answers. All of the faces, save one, are confused.
"Mr. Parker?"
"Mu nought equals 4 pi times 10 to the negative 7 weber divided by ampere times meter."
"Correct. And the ground-state energy of positronium is most nearly equal to? Anyone?"
Again, blank faces. "Mr. Parker?"
"Negative 6.8 electron volts."
"Correct. And unlike triglycerides, phospholipid molecules... Any idea?"
More confused faces, some uncomfortable shifting around. Tony sighs. "Mr. Parker?"
"Phospholipid molecules have two lipid tails, Sir."
Tony smiles tightly. "That's why Mr. Parker is interning for Stark Industries. Maybe next time instead of inventing wild theories about how he got the internship, you should ask yourselves why you all didn't." He turns to look at Peter. "Dr. Banner's in town, you'll be in Lab Delta this week. See you after school, Mr. Parker."
Peter nods, face still flushed. "Yes, Sir."
Tony leaves and no one says anything. Everyone just starts to shuffle back to their cliques and classrooms. Peter stands with Ned and MJ.
I, specifically, want a chaos filled night with Pico Park! But also any games we can play together would be great 😱 I'm... Not sure what we can play besides Animal Crossing, Pico Park, Minecraft, Mario kart (which I suck at) and overcooked? 🤔
Imagine Peter says he's gonna dress up as Iron Man for Halloween and Tony is all proud thinking his baby is gonna have Thee Best outfit. Even offers to pet him wear the Mark L or something. And Peter just.
Shows up in in one of those $10 flimsy ass foam ones from Wish like🧍♂️
@sins-of-a-spider put up some headcanons earlier and I've been hyperfixating on Peter's oversensitive nipples 👀 but the others are so good too! I'm liking the first point which was something about Tony needing to get used to and keeping up with shy but super needy Peter 😱 I think cause a lotta ideas tend to go with Tony being more experienced and wearing Peter out but!! Peter being so excited to try new things and having a partner to try them with... 😳
Non/dubcon TW?? I kinda took this in the direction of extremely needy Peter wearing Tony out because he's the only one Peter has ever wanted or needed in bed // Peter switching things up
Ahah- pretend Peter doesn't need webshooters------
When Tony and Peter first started fucking, it was no surprise Peter could go longer than most of Tony’s past partners. Peter was young, fit, and on god, he had superpowers. Tony- Tony’s just a smart man, a beautiful one, but when it comes to strength, without the suit Tony’s no better than a usual attending the gym. It sounds misleading, Tony is strong, but not as strong without the suit. Yet Peter, Peter has super strength, a rock hard core and blazing cardio to match his equally quick brain and primitive ego. When he starts he doesn’t stop, not because he wants to keep going, but because if every last drop isn’t milked from his writhing, burning body, he won’t be able to rest. His mind buzzing all night, crotch warm and even sweat beading around his temples, no he won’t be able to even think straight.
Tony did not know this. He did not know what he was getting himself into. And at first, it was fun and enjoyable, the constant sex both morning and night, finishing a session and going about their day, only to get back to it by noon and completing it with a steamy after-dinner blowjob, rolling into the early am with sensual sex and then starting it all over by dawn. Tony did not mind, after all Peter Parker was fucking hot and could get it up with a simple glassy stare and silent hushed words.
Tony, experienced and more mature, did not have experience fucking Spider-Man- until now.
"One more?" Peter asks puppy dog-eyed and sweat drenched, abs flexed as he presses his chest to Tony's. He's still hard after both of their second climaxes, Peter having pulled Tony from a meeting via text. This wasn't new, Tony making changes to his schedule for sex, but obviously everyone knew as soon as Tony's phone buzzed just exactly what was going to happen. Not a single person would ever dare question when Tony, mid meeting, would not-so-politely request to leave.
"I have to get back, they need their boss, y'know, they can't function without me."
"And neither can I," Peter sat up, with a whine, his cock grazing Tony's. He wanted so badly in that moment more than anything to stay there like that and keep going for a third time, to ease the pain. After all, to Peter, Tony was all he had ever had in bed. That didn't matter as he was all Peter would ever need. Tony refused.
"I've got a company to run, Pete, you know that more than anyone. We can continue later if you'd like? When I get back?" Tony shifted, back arching in a way to lean forward, shuffling Peter off a few couple of inches before the boy pressed forward, his soft finger tips pressing him back into the bedsheets in protest.
Despite the streaks of cum delicately decorating both Tony and Peter's abdomens, Peter ached for more, “No," he towered with his face centimeters from Tony's, "I'm not done with you." And then, realizing the tone of his voice may have come off with a spark of dominance, he disappeared, pink, eloquent lips tracing each cum covered curve of Tony's chest, lapping with saliva and a sweet pop as he sucked it down.
Tony sighed. Despite how good it feels to embed himself inside the boy, how nice the familiar feel of Peter's tongue truly is, Tony again denied his request, a rough hand reaching down to brush the curls that lay lacing his eyes. "Peter, hun, we can't, there's an important conference quickly approaching. It's essential for the growth of the comp-"
"Please, Mr. Stark?" he begged.
Peter knew what he was doing.
He did it all the time. Typically on any given day, it worked. Peter could get what he wanted anytime he wanted, anywhere, and Tony could never say no, not when Peter asked like that, with his baby doll face and rose dusted ears perfectly matching his pretty little figure. Peter wrapped his mouth around Tony's cock, so, so, quietly running talented, delicate circles with his tongue over the slit, “Please, daddy?"
A new word he had never used before in bed but had always wanted to and a heavy flush found its way to the cock inside Peter's mouth. Yes of course Tony liked it, that a beautiful boy such as Peter was calling him daddy in the bedroom, but still. "Peter-"
He knew Tony wouldn't agree, but Peter just couldn't let that happen not with the burn crawling its way to the tip of Peter's dick, and Tony was still hard so what gives?
"Fine- if you won't give me what I want," he proclaims, "I'll just take it myself.” He sits up, cock bouncing to his body, and before Tony can put up a fight, Peter's on his way, binding Tony to the frame by the wrists, strong, thick, sticky webs restraining Tony where he needs him. And Tony's shocked, unable to act as fast as Peter's enhanced reflexes, and even if he could, there's no way he could put up a fight against Peter's strength. He almost allows it, but to what extent?
"Peter please, I would've only been gone another couple of hours or so; you're making this a bigger problem than it has to be." Tony looks to the prominent concoction plastered over his hands, yet Peter's problem, is already bigger than Tony could ever possibly understand. If he doesn't do this, the boy might cry, senses so overwhelmed, pained in agony and yearning for release.
"I'm sorry, I just-" Peter almost bellows over in a hiccup, "I need you so bad," he's almost shaking, trembling because he's never had to do this before. Tony can only watch as Peter swallows him yet again, eyelashes downcast, fingers careful yet arrogantly making movement. Needless to say, both loving and hating it at the same time, Tony's head falls back and he can't find the right words to say. He knows Peter's needy. He knows Peter has heightened senses and the consequences if not eased. He's almost quiet, hoping it'll only last a couple of seconds, only he's wrong, as Peter raises himself on top of Tony, and with a woeful slip of an angelic moan, guides himself down onto Tony's cock. "Fuck.." Peter whispers, instant gratification filling him coequally with each throb from inside.
"Peter, don't make me say it again, I have to-"
Webs plaster across Tony's parted lips. "That's enough out of you."
Tony's conflicted, confused by Peter's actions and simultaneously turned on at the same time, for Peter's never behaved in such a defiant way, never to Tony whom of which he both deeply admired and occasionally begged for. He tries to talk Peter out of it, the poor man can't take another session right now, yet not a single word makes it from his lungs. Tony can't speak; his voice but a low muffle mixing with the wet squelch of Peter's dick slapping against Tony's already cum-stained abs and the relentless gasps that hitch before him.
"It's just- you're just so.." he can barely talk himself, "I can never get enough." He huffs as he rides, hips curling back and forth, back arching and muscles tensing. Tony could feel Peter squeezing around him with each movement and he would bite back a moan if he could, but he can’t as Peter tirelessly drops and raises his body, goosebumps spreading on his skin. Peter’s almost smiling as he thinks about what he’s doing, his actions, taking advantage of Tony like he had never done before. It’s just with someone like Tony and someone so inexperienced as Peter, it’s not difficult to be easily excitable, aroused by a thought.
“You make me feel so good, daddy,” he blushes at the word, so fucking hard it feels illegal. He’s so damn beautiful, Tony doesn’t want to encourage what the boy is doing, but the lock of their eyes and the dip of Tony’s stare down Peter’s frame is enough said. And even when Peter feels as though he’s going to explode he pauses, teasing and springing off Tony’s cock to rim it against his insides, going as far to rub his own dick against Tony’s, strategically palming both of them in his hands. “Do you like when I take control?” He asks, gasping for air, “Do you?”
The size difference and juxtaposition alone is extraordinary, still for someone of Peter’s age, he’s right where he needs to be. And for a split second Peter craves more. He doesn’t want to be the one penetrated anymore. He wants to know what it feels like, what Tony feels when he pounds Peter into daybreak. He swallows hard, his cheeks darker than ever before, lungs on fire, and Tony doesn’t have time to process before Peter’s binding the man’s legs down, spreading him open, and thrusting inside, emitting a loud, absurd moan, trembling when his hips finally land in contact with Tony’s.
Both drenched in a mixture of cum, sweat, and spit, lube isn’t a necessity, and it doesn’t matter anyway as Peter spurts right then and there, inside Tony, filling his walls to the brim and spewing from the seams. Tony tries so hard not to pass out, Peter’s grunting and nearly crying, the largest orgasm he’s ever had taking over his body, his mind, and his actions. A tear falls down his cheek, his legs shake, dick steadily pumping out what seems to be the greatest amount of cum that’s ever come from his frail, twink body.
After a minute of moans, toes and fingers grasping for skin or the sheets or whatever they could possibly find, Peter goes silent and pulls out, creating the biggest mess he’s ever seen, and Tony’s eyes roll back, white sticky liquid pooling onto the bed beneath him.
Peter’s sorry. He hadn’t even noticed the fresh stream of cum surrounding Tony’s enflamed cock. But at least at that point he got what he needed, and Tony could go back to his meeting, that’s if he could still walk himself there.
*praying this cenoring is enough for this shitsite*
October’s Patreon voting brought us trans angel!Peter and devil!Tony for Halloween Drawing of the Month Special (obviously both chars are millennia-old)
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