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@prettypeterstark-blog
How bout you stop writing about this pedophilic ship and go write a thousand word essay on how nasty you are instead 😷
This is it… the ask that finally made me repent from my pedo ways,, really hope this essay is enough for my dirty sins to be forgiven :(
Fuck. I’m wet
NSFW will be tagged as #lemon sorta NSFW is #Lime Weird fet shit/ extreme NSFW is #orange reblog to spread awareness that we’re back on the citrus scale
the ‘tony stark doesnt die in endgame’ spell
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as compensation for my Infinity War ask, i present: Tony is in Peter’s room, initially for something completely innocent. and then he notices posters beside Peter’s bed, and when he’s teased about them he gets way redder than he should. so Tony jokingly asks if it’s his spank bank, which is semi inappropriate but nothing compared to how inappropriate the way his cock twitched when Peter stuttered his way to trying to find an explanation. you can imagine what ensues from here.
;)
Can you do cum, pretty please?♡♡♡
Tony always faces a dilemma when he’s balls deep inside Peter- and it’s whether to pull out of that tight wet heat sucking him in so greedily to come all over the boy’s porcelain skin, or to spill deep inside and stain those velvet walls white. Either way, the man has an insatiable need to see the boy covered in his come, to be filled till overflowing with his seed, and Peter always teases him about it; whining about how he’s “such a dirty old perv” as Tony frantically jacks himself off while kneeling over him, gasping as thick come stripes across his navel, smearing hot and sticky against his skin as the man above grunts with exertion- and yet, his protests and claims at how gross Tony is all fade away when he’s being speared onto that deliciously thick cock and being fucked into the mattress. The most filthy words will fall past those swollen red lips then, needy whimpers climbing to a higher pitch as Tony yanks his ass closer by the grip on his hips, shifting in such an angle that the pulsing cock inside him shifts impossibly deeper. Peter can’t even explain it, the need that overtakes him when the man grunts “I’m gonna come, gonna paint your tight little hole white-”, only coherent enough to sob a desperate “yes, inside me, inside me Mr. Stark, fill me up!”
And when Tony finally comes with a howl, Peter raises his legs to lock his ankles around the other’s waist, drawing him close as his hole clenches down against the throbbing girth buried inside, milking Tony’s cock for all it’s worth- an indescribable feeling of satisfaction, of finally being sated, leaving him breathless. “Oh, oh fuck yes Mr. Stark- breed me…” he chokes out, and it’s only after the man stills above him to stare down with dark, blown pupils does Peter finally realise what he’s said.
He doesn’t even get the chance to be embarrassed before he’s being flipped over to straddle Tony’s thighs, his own spent cock lying limp between them as he gasps in surprise; Tony’s gaze is one of undeniable hunger, pinned upon him in a way that makes Peter shiver- and when he’s yanked down so his ear is level with the man’s mouth, the darkly uttered promise that falls from them is enough to make him mewl. “Well, why didn’t you just say so then? I’ll breed you, baby boy. Stuff you with enough of my seed to leave you pregnant with my child.”
Tony isn’t exactly surprised when Norman gets a much younger boyfriend.
The man isn’t hideous, and he’s rich, so really- there are lines of eager young men desperate to find a man like him.
Obviously, Tony is rich too. And much more handsome than Norman, but that’s all really besides the point.
The point is, even though Tony isn’t surprised by the fact Norman has a new young boy, he is surprised by the sight of him.
Peter Parker.
He’s almost obscenely pretty. Too pretty for his own good, really. With those fluffy chestnut curls and bright eyes. He’s small and slender and moves like a dancer and with the way he’s always clutching books to his chest and has a fucking backpack, Tony guesses he’s still in college.
Makes sense. College students are majorly in debt- they need rich men like Norman to help them out.
Except- it’s infuriating.
Norman and Tony are…not friends, exactly. But not enemies either. Cordial and beneficial to one another when the gain is mutual, and dismissive when there’s nothing of interest. It’s a relationship Tony likes a lot. They both live in one of New York’s tallest, most expensive, most luxurious apartment buildings. Tony has has the top floor penthouse, because of course, and it’s ten thousand square feet right on top of the world. Norman lives just below him. It’s a fact that gives him endless pleasure.
This all means that he’s had the pleasure of meeting Peter Parker.
He’d expected another snotty little brat because, why wouldn’t he? Everyone else Norman has ever fucked has been one, and how could someone so pretty and so young not be a little bitch?
Turns out, Norman’s struck gold. When he’s introduced to Peter, the boy waves happily, and babbles about how he’s read about Tony’s research into gene-technology and how he thinks that’s amazing. Norman grits his teeth, but Tony doesn’t notice because he’s too busy being drowned in earnest compliments from the young man.
And what’s worse is- Peter seems to genuinely like Norman. In a way that suggests that maybe he’d be with Norman without the money which is…mind boggling, really.
Tony’s string of lovers starts to pale in comparison to young Peter Parker.
“Mr Stark!” Peter greets, hurrying to the elevator where Tony’s holding the door. He’s starry eyed and breathless and flushed lovely and pink. He’s dressed in jeans that look like they’ve been painted on and a mesh top that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. He smells faintly of tequila and Tony tries not to laugh at how he has to squint at the buttons carefully before pressing floor 98. Once he’s accomplished it, he turns to face Tony with a little twirl. “Hi!”
“Peter,” Tony grins, already amused. “You had a good night, kid?”
“Oh, it was the best!” Peter sighs, leaning against the wall for support. “It was MJ’s birthday, you know? She’s the best.” He sniffles and rubs at his nose, trying to warm up and it’s the cutest thing Tony has ever seen. “But Norman says always be back by midnight, you know? Like Cinderella!”
Fucking Norman. He had to get to the princess first. Tony glances at his wrist. “You’re cutting it close.” He points out and Peter pouts.
“You don’t think he’ll be mad?” He asks, words slurring a little.
He looks like he’s been fucked nice and slow, a little dizzy and pliant and ripe for the taking. “No,” Tony says thoughtfully, taking him all in in that delicious picture that he makes. “I don’t think he’ll be mad.” Not as soon as he sees you.
“Good!” Peter beams, before hiccuping. “What about you, Mr Stark? Did-did you have a good night?”
“I spent most of it working.”
The boy nods, like this is what he thought. “You work so hard. You’re amazing.”
Tony’s cock twitches. “I am pretty fantastic.”
“The best,” Peter agrees whole-heartedly. “I wanna be just like you when I’m older,”
Tony wants to press up against him and take.
The elevator doors open and Peter stumbles in surprise, before realising this is his floor. He waves to Tony and hops off like a bunny into the woods.
Still. Tony is a man who does work hard, and he doesn’t have the time to spend lusting after his not-quite-friend’s lover. So, a few weeks pass and everything’s fine. Tony has sex with a few young, eager brunets but none of them smell as sweet as Peter and he ends most nights unsatisfied.
The first inkling that there might be trouble in paradise comes on a weekend.
It’s a Saturday, and he’s sitting in the lobby waiting for Happy to pick him up when Peter comes in from the bright afternoon sunshine.
Tony’s taken immediately by the sight of him. He’s in black leggings and white boots, with an oversized white sweater. He’s gorgeous. Everything’s expensive and very clearly a gift from Norman, but- but Peter’s crying. He’s got his phone pressed to his ear and he keeps rubbing harshly at his face like he’s ashamed anyone might see him sobbing. “You- you said you’d be there, though,” he insists, voice hitching and Tony wants to get to his feet and come over.
Peter listens to the other person on the phone, and it has to be Norman, doesn’t it?
“I know, I know you’re busy b-but you promised.” He says, crying earnestly now, as he gets to the elevator and presses the button. He hasn’t noticed Tony and his shoulders shake with silent tears. But Tony’s noticed him. “But Norman…you…I waited for you, and this is the third time and…and…”
It is Norman then. Fucking Norman. Whatever he says on the other side of the line makes Peter quieten down, and then the elevator opens and Tony watches as he disappears from view.
He knows then that he’s in a bit of trouble. Because he may be a busy man, but he’s also a smart man, and he knows the way he felt seeing Peter cry…it’s a little more than lust he’s feeling then. He must like the boy, at least a little.
Fuck.
It seems that fate likes to torment him a little though, because he runs into Peter in the elevator more and more often. Each time, Peter showers him with compliments and talks about his classes and Tony falls a little harder with every conversation.
It’s one such day when Tony’s been riding the elevator a few times- for no reason at all, you can quote him on that- when Peter gets in. He’s leaving floor 98 and he looks surprised to see Tony, hurriedly wiping the tears from his eyes.
“Oh-oh! H-hi, Mr Stark,” he says quietly, shuffling inside and clutching a heavy rucksack.
Oh. “Hey, Peter,” he murmurs, equally gentle. “Did you and Norman have a fight?”
Peter swallows hard and nods once. “I think maybe- maybe we should just have some time apart.”
Tony shouldn’t ask. He knows he shouldn’t ask, but it slips out in desperate hope anyway. “What happened?” He prods.
Peter looks like he’s gonna burst into tears and he hides his face behind his hands. “He-I- I must’ve been doing something wrong. I tried- I tried so hard, but I guess I wasn’t-I just-“ he cries, tears streaming down his red cheeks that Tony can see through his fingers. “He- there was someone else and-“
Tony sees red. Norman fucking cheated? Cheated on- on Peter? That’s the most moronic thing Tony’s ever heard. He says as much, with such ferocity that Peter blinks up at him in bewilderment but Tony barrels on. “That son-of-a-bitch won’t ever find anyone as beautiful, as loving and as sweet as you, kid. He’s made the biggest mistake of his life.”
Peter wipes his tears, torn between flushing with the praise and crying again. “No, I just- I wasn’t good enough and-“
Tony pushes the emergency stop and the gears crank to a sudden stop. Peter squeaks in alarm and watches as Tony comes forward and crowds him into the corner of the elevator. He towers over the boy and his voice is a low, sincere timbre. “He doesn’t deserve you.” He says, in a low husky voice, and Peter shivers. It’s enough to make Tony duck his head a little, and let his ears ghost over the shell of Peter’s ears. “You deserve someone better for you. Better than Norman. Someone like…someone like me.”
Goosebumps fly along his neck and Peter blinks up at him owlishly, eyes dark with lust but hesitation. “Mr Stark,” he breathes, “I…I’d be lying if I said I didn’t…t-think about you sometimes, but…- Norman and I- we haven’t even really properly broken up, Mr Stark, I don’t…I don’t know if…”
Tony shuts him up. It’s a rough, passionate kiss and the kid melts into him like he’s wanted this for years. Tony wouldn’t be surprised. Peter’s been awe-struck since the second he saw Tony in the flesh, and Tony’s been the same way. How do you resist such beauty and kindness in the body of someone who utterly adores you? The kid tastes like chocolate and tea and Tony nips hard at his bottom lip and Peter mewls submissively.
When they pull away for air, a voice is asking them questions from the panel and Tony ignores them for Peter. “Mr Stark,” Peter gulps, sucking on his bottom lip like he can’t get enough of Tony, and that makes him so fucking hard, “Norman can’t-he can’t know, and-“
“Send us back up, Jerry,” Tony says to the intercom. “Floor 99.” After a moment the elevator starts moving again, and Peter’s staring up at him in wonder and Tony smirks. “Don’t worry, sweetheart.” He growls, “he never has to know we started before the two of you broke up officially.” Christ, the kid is cute. Like he’s still in high school. Tony’s more than prepared to burn the bridge.
But Peter is a goody-two-shoes right down to his soul and he insists on at least calling Norman to say that their little break should be more permanent. Tony lets him, handing him the phone on the condition that Peter does it while stuffed full of his cock.
Really, it’s an offer the kid can’t refuse.
Peter insists on calling Tony ‘Mr. Stark’ even as their relationship progresses from mentor-mentee to a romantic one because he has a thing for the vast age difference, and Tony’s protests against it are only half-hearted because he’s a nasty old man who gets off on the power imbalance send tweet
SOME GOOD FUCKING FOOD
You Learn Something New Every Day (Starker Fic feat. 18+ Peter)
Also on AO3
Contains: Dry Humping/Frottage, Rimming, Daddy Kink, Helpless Orgasm, Panties, Car Sex
Summary: Tony and Peter discover the merits of daddy kink while at a very public gala dinner. So, they pull a classic Jay-Z and Beyonce during the ride home.
**This was posted on AO3 a long time ago, when I still couldn’t figure out how to Tumblr, but I’m gonna post it on here as well :)
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Peter is smart. And, despite what MJ may occasionally claim, he’s fairly intuitive and sharp – even when it comes to feelings and shit. Fairly being the key word, but semantics, right?
After all, he managed to get Tony Stark into bed and worm his way into the man’s heart. If that doesn’t take some amount of emotional intuitiveness, then what does?
It certainly wasn’t any good seduction techniques which finally made Tony Stark push Peter up against the nearest wall. It wasn’t Peter’s sexy, alluring personality which enticed the older man enough to close those last few inches between their lips, effectively annihilating Peter where he stood. Peter’s not deluded enough to believe that his desperate attempts at seducing the older man were anything short of clumsy and embarrassing to witness. Before getting together with Tony, he hadn’t a sexy bone in his body.
(And if he remembers correctly, the event which prompted their first kiss was a mechanical explosion which missed decapitating Peter’s head clean off by mere inches. Not seductive nor sexy, in the slightest.)
In fact, if Peter hadn’t been utterly gagging for it to the point of pure shamelessness, he would have felt embarrassed at how he had behaved.
But, he’s taking Tony fucking Stark’s deliciously fat cock up his ass on the regular, so whatever dignity he sacrificed to get to where he is today, worth it. He’s not ashamed. Which is perfect, because if anyone is going to successfully date Tony Stark, they can’t have any shame.
Point being, Peter is fairly intuitive and sharp. In this case, fairly just means that he managed to bag one of the world’s most eligible bachelors. Not an easy feat. He’ll give himself the credit he’s due.
But on the other hand, Peter still remembers how to be humble when it comes to any other topic besides how he’s banging Tony Stark.
So, he’ll admit that things do slip past him.
Things like, well. This.
They’re at a nice gala dinner with good wine and food, seating arrangements, and nice round tables that have lavish tablecloths draped all the way down to the floor.
Essentially, a standard third Saturday night of the month.
So, like all gala dinners with good wine and food, seating arrangements, and nice round tables with lavish tablecloths to the floor, Tony has a firm, steady hand pressed to Peter’s crotch, working him at a torturous rhythm that isn’t enough for him to cum, but keeps him painfully hard the whole night.
There are three main things about these gala dinners:
One. Tony always sits next to Peter.
Two. He always gets Peter an outfit where he can shuck his suit jacket and carry it draped over an arm. Y’know, to hide his raging boner that Tony never lets fully die.
Three. Peter always wears slutty panties, because he knows the night will always end in Tony defiling them one way or another. The more garish and gaudy they are, the better.
So, there they are, just another third Saturday of the month, chatting it up with whichever public figures are at their table while everyone is thankfully none-the-wiser that Tony is casually molesting his young protege under the dinner table.
Peter’s used to the constant arousal by now – knows the routine, knows to shuck his jacket before standing up, and knows how to keep a straight face and maintain a decent composure. He knows, now, how to grind his hips up ever-so-slightly into the warm press of Tony’s hand, just enough that he can get some friction and relief without allowing the movement to show in his upper body.
Without giving himself away.
He knows how to hold a decent conversation while dangling right on the edge – how to easily and confidently discuss which classes he’s taking at MIT, what his plans for the future are, how he’s enjoying adulthood. He knows how to charm the pants of the elite of society as Tony works him over.
He also knows, now, to expect to be thrown against the nearest surface once they’re back home and furiously taken apart. As much as Tony’s constant teasing riles Peter up, Peter being riled up the entire night turns Tony into a madman. Well, that, and the panties. The combination of the two ratchets Tony up to a level of furious arousal that is frankly absurd.
Sure, the billionaire is already insatiable in his everyday life, but the desperation of these galas turns him into an absolute dog.
And Peter loves it when Tony is a dog.
Tonight is going to be a good night, Peter thinks, because they know this routine like the backs of their hands. Everything always goes according to plan – they get to wine and dine and enjoy high-class society, and then they go home and have the type of wild animal sex that cancels out any classiness they may have previously exhibited. That’s how it goes.
At least, that’s how it should go.
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Army headcanons
okie I had two different army related scenarios I wanted to share my headcanons for but the second set didn’t want to be written so I’ll probably post those tomorrow :) take this trash in the meantime please
featuring army Captain Tony and army brat Peter
- Peter used to be such a good kid, an angel really
- But being a teenager and going through puberty, (around all these daddies in uniform, no less-) mixed in with all the teen angst of feeling like you’re alone in this world and losing whatever friends you’ve managed to make every eighteen months turns Peter’s attitude real sour, real quick.
- Freshly eighteen and ready to go the fuck to university, Peter’s shitty attitude gets unbearably horrendous when he finds out he’s stuck on base for another year, all the moving around having left him nearly a year behind from where he’s supposed to be in his education
- Now they’re moving yet again, to a new base and fuck, his life literally couldn’t get any worse
- By the time they make it to the base in bumblefuck, nowhere, Peter’s behaviour is absolutely atrocious. Surly, snappish, and rude as all hell, everyone on the base picks up on the attitude problem pretty much right away, learning to stay the fuck away from the Parker’s son. Even Peter’s parents won’t touch him with a ten foot pole, preferring to let him stomp around and slam doors like the churlish brat he is.
- Captain Stark arrives at the base a few days after the Parker’s, and Peter’s grown up around tall, hunky, older men in uniform, and he has a mostly healthy relationship with his father, so this whole army official, daddy aesthetic usually doesn’t do it for him
- But Tony is a whole new ballgame, and all Peter wants to do is kneel in front of that man naked as the day he was born while Tony’s in fatigues, getting off against Tony’s military-issued boot with Tony’s dog tags in his mouth
- And even though most people, parents especially, are dumb and oblivious, even Peter’s father notices Peter’s legendary transformation in Tony’s presence. The transition from brooding stares and bitchy remarks to doe eyes and syrupy sweet words is enough to give anyone who watches them interact whiplash.
- Tony’s not stupid, has dealt with his fair share of admirers, equipped to recognize Peter’s thirst from a mile away. And he’s not opposed to giving the boy the dicking down he needs; his cock taking a particular interest in thoughts of how to discipline the kid, teach him some manners.
- But it’s fun, watching Peter get wound tighter and tighter as the days pass and Tony appears to be no closer to being seduced, to giving in. It becomes harder for Peter to turn the charm on, irritation at having to work so hard shining through in each conversation they have. And every time Tony decides today’s the day he’ll give in, Peter will do, or say, something with such adorable frustration that Tony decides to hold off another day.
- Eventually, annoyed at having being denied so long, Peter doesn’t bother to lick his lip and flutter his lashes all pretty, offering a bitten off greeting and a scathing retort instead of the usual sugary simpering when Tony sidles up next to him.
- Instead of the angry reaction Peter was expecting, Tony throws his head back and laughs, using a hand to grip the boy’s chin and turn his face when Peter turns away with an angry huff. “Did I make you wait too long, baby? Feeling a little bratty now? I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you.”
- When Peter starts wearing Tony’s dog tags permanently and turns back into the sweetest delight on base, everyone knows exactly why, and nobody’s complaining. Even Peter’s father doesn’t care, more than happy to pass on the responsibility for punishing Peter’s misbehaviour, even if he doesn’t entirely want to imagine what that punishment entails.
YESSSSSSS
Slytherin Tony, Hufflepuff Peter
Peter looks around, before taking a deep breath, and muttering the spell under his breath. The door creaks open and he slips inside, the tip of his wand illuminated as he heads towards the restricted section.
Darkness is encroaching all around him, and the books give off an angry aura at being disturbed. As he eases through the gate, now nestled within books of true evil, he swallows thickly and wonders if this was a good idea after all.
He bites his lip and looks around the small space. He’s all alone. The shelves creak ominously and he knows he’s just a few seconds away from getting busted when-
Tony appears in front of him out of nowhere. His tall, broad shoulders and dark, thick hair are revealed- his cocky smirk and his glinting eyes and his green robes but not his arms.
Peter stares in confusion, before gaping. “Do you have an invisibility cloak?” He whispers in awe, reaching out and sure enough, his fingers come into contact with the impossibly soft material.
Tony grins down at him and shrugs. “No big deal. I just come from one of the oldest wizarding families in existence. I’ve got loads of cool stuff like that. if you ever came back to my room sometime…” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
Peter huffs and glares at him. “I am not going down to the Slytherin dungeons so you can hump me.”
Tony rolls up the fabric and sets it down on the little wooden mantle. The fabric has a purple tint when it’s not shielding anything. “Oh?” He asks, stalking forward. Peter stumbles back until his shoulders hit the old books and Tony is towering in front of him, looking impossibly smug and unfairly attractive. “I forgot, the precious Hufflepuff can’t be seen with the Slytherin Prince.”
Peter scoffs, shoving ineffectually at Tony’s chest. “Nobody calls you that.”
“Oh they do,” Tony smirks, leaning down to drag his lips across Peter’s jaw. Peter can’t help leaning into the touch. “And do you know what they call you?” Tony purrs, “They call you the Hufflepuff Darling. Darling. Can you imagine? They think you’re so sweet and innocent but they have no idea how much you love it when I bottom out inside you. Or how loud you scream when I fuck you good-”
“I do not.” Peter hisses, his cheeks dark red and shoving Tony away a little harder.
Tony is undeterred. “You’re here, aren’t you? You come whenever I call. Do you know how many people would love to trade places with you? Hm? Everyone wishes they could be with me and-” he slots his large thigh suddenly right between Peter’s legs and the smaller boy cries out as his hard-on drags against Tony’s trouser-clad thigh. Tony smirks brilliantly. “You’re the lucky one. You love this.”
Fuck. Fuck, Peter does love it. He whimpers a little as he grinds his hips so his cock- which is tenting his robes obscenely- can get some friction. “You’re such a jerk,” he pants, gasping when Tony’s hands fist in his hair and yank his head back so he can suck a hickey onto his neck.
“You’re not keeping me your dirty little secret forever, darling,” he promises between bites. “I want the whole wizarding world to know.”
Well, what the Prince wants, the Prince gets.
for @starkerchemistryy
Coming into a fandom late
Coming into a fandom early and watching it become an angry clusterfuck
Being in a dormant fandom that suddenly comes alive again after a new book/movie
Don’t forget about those who come in the midst of a fandom war.
Accuracy at its best
Being in a fandom and not even knowing there’s a war going on…
all of this shit…lol
When You’re Not In The Fandom But You’re Nosy AF
When you get into a fandom only to discover it’s dead
This gets better every time I see it.
@fuboos-mess
Being in a dead fandom…
Or being in such a tiny fandom that it feels like youre the only one
The accuracy hurts.
Being in a fandom that had a shit ending.
When you’ve been fangirling long enough, you’ve experienced all of the above.
Being in a fandom meant for kids.
This just gets better..
@mi-kleos
When you realize that joining the fandom has ruined you
Fandom hell in general
Yes.
This^^^ just… ALL OF THIS.
Being in so many fandoms that you don’t even know what’s going on
THIS IS THE SKULDUGGERY FUCKING PLEASANT FANDOM IN ONE POST!!
Trying to recruit people to your fandom
Annnnnnndddd it’s back
Being in a fandom which has so many antis
I’ve probably reblogged this before, but that was before these great additions.
Being in a fandom that actually works together
Why is this so true? All of it.
being in a fanbase but all your mutuals suddenly turn into Kpop blogs
I always enjoy it when a good post comes around again and has been improved by the reblogs like the years for a fine wine.
Being in a fandom when shit goes down and everyone has different opinions
When you are in a fandom and don’t care for others people opinion…..even if they are right…(believe me, I have met several of those)
Being in a fandom you never meant to join
I love this. and it’s gotten better
After abandoning a fandom you’re still a little bit emotionally invested in….
All of these are me. Lol
Being in a fandom on Tumblr
And it reached its epic conclusion
Au where Mr. Stark is a married man, and an experienced teacher who recently was transferred to Midtown High School– where he meets the incredibly bright and adorable student in his class by the name of Peter Parker.
Things just go from there.
Bonus:
Well, I couldn’t help myself-
Peter couldn’t stop staring. It’s rapidly becoming a problem, given that his persistent diverted attention has got him into more trouble than he would have liked, but what was he supposed to do when Mr. Stark was right there in front of him? Not gaze at him and let his thoughts wander elsewhere to being spanked over the teacher’s table by those rough ink-smudged hands? He thought not.
On some level of his subconscious he can feel the tip of the pen Ned’s digging furiously into the forearm he’s not leaning onto to stare dreamily at his Advanced Physics teacher; but so gone he was into that particularly vivid daydream that it’s only when the object of his fantasies clears his throat from the front of the classroom, does Peter finally snap out of his reverie.
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silver fox tony, please, I am so thirsty. both of them getting off in their age difference, especially peter.
I am also,, So thorsty…
From the very instant Peter comes home from school to bound into the Stark Tower workshop and catches sight of his boyfriend’s new look, he’s pretty much a goner. Tony greets him mildly from his hunched position over his circuitboard, and when he doesn’t receive a reply he finally looks up to see a wide-eyed Peter staring at him from the doorway. “Yes?” he questions, quirking an eyebrow inquisitively, and the boy makes a choked noise somewhere from the back of his throat.
“You– your hair,” Peter stutters; still staring unabashedly at said waves atop Tony’s head, the usual dark chestnut colour fading a little near the roots to a silver-grey. Something unmistakable begins to stir in the pits of his stomach, and he crosses over to the older man almost in a trance– now that he’s closer the light strands are more visible, and as Peter’s eyes fall onto the pepper grey stubble of Tony’s goatee he wonders faintly why on earth he’s never noticed it before because god damn.
“Oh, that,” Tony says dismissively, though when he turns back to his tools it’s with an air of loftiness. “I was intending to dye it today, but I guess I just got carried away with work–” his words trail off as Peter steps even closer until their faces are mere inches apart, delicate fingers fluttering up to grasp at the front of his stained shirt.
“Please don’t dye it again. Ever,” the boy says, sounding distinctly as though strangled as his huge hazel eyes stare at the top of his head before dropping down to meet his own surprised gaze. Confused, Tony opens his mouth to question why– though before any words are able to leave him, his boyfriend’s pulling him down into a kiss that could only be described as desperate, the once timid kisser capturing his mouth and demanding entry with his swiping tongue. Groaning aloud and quickly catching on, the man’s hands settle onto Peter’s hips to guide him backwards, lift his lithe body easily up onto the countertop; smiling into the clavicle of his neck as skinny arms loop around his own shoulders eagerly and swallowing the whimpers into their joined mouths.
Peter’s already rapidly reduced to a puddle, moans rising high from his throat as he ruts his hips forward in a desperate seek for friction, getting drunk off the feeling of Tony’s- grey- goatee scratching against his chin and rubbing the skin there raw from the force of their kiss. When the need for oxygen finally wins out, Peter pulls apart with a shuddering gasp and moves to sink down to his knees; the man watches him do so with hooded eyes, though the edge of his tone is low with bewilderment as he asks gruffly, “so are you gonna tell me what’s this all about?”
“Y-your hair, looks good on you…” Now palming at the stiffening bulge tenting Tony’s slacks, Peter peers up at him from under fluttering lashes as he whimpers breathlessly, “makes you look so refined, so mature, love it so much daddy.”
He pulls out the now rock-hard cock with trembling fingers, pumping his small fist down the throbbing length– Tony throws his head back with a deep grunt, hissing lowly under his breath as his thick calloused fingers wind into the kneeling boy’s hair. “Is that so? Well, we both always knew you had a thing for older men. That’s what gets you off, doll? Being the slut of some dirty old man?”
“Oh, god,” Peter mewls, mind now a haze from those dirty words falling from his older boyfriend’s tongue, and the fingers now tugging sharply at his locks; only gasping out a sweet “only for you, daddy” before wrapping his lips around Tony’s cock.
I would submit for your consideration - Tony makes an attachment for the suit, he'll be in his lab working and he'll look over, and he can watch his suit holding Peter in its lap while he's getting fucked on a big, thick, metal cock, begging and babbling for his Daddy and practically sobbing.
hnn Tony ignoring Peter completely, pretending to be 100% focused on whatever project he’s working on while Peter babbles for Tony to please fuck him, choking on his own spit and drool running down the corner of his mouth from where it’s been hanging open, wordless cries and high-pitched moans coming from him constantly. Tony turning up his music to drown out, “Daddy, please, please fuck me! I need you, please, DADDYYY” until he hears the broken whimpers Peter starts letting out once he’s come and the stimulation gets too much. Only then will he turn away from his desk, absently tapping out an order to the suit to continue fucking Peter, deeper, harder, nanites forming to thicken the cock inside Peter. And Tony just watches on as Peter cries, breath hitching and stomach clenching as he comes again.
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