Starker in love

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[starkerobsession]

So you know how in Endgame they basically made a machine that lets you age yourself and de-age yourself?

Let’s say they kept it.

After a particularly tantalising lab session with underage Peter seducing the hell out of Tony all day and Tony resisting even though he’s dying to fuck him, Tony grabs Peter, shoves him into the machine, ages him to 18 years old and bends him over the desk and fucks him in every which way before finishing inside him, proceeding to shove Peter back into the machine and returning him to 15 years old (and full of Tony’s cum)

[starker1975]

Starker consensual dub-con where Tony takes Peter out for his 21st birthday and he gets sloppy drunk. Tony takes him home to have his way with him. They preemptively agreed that yes Peter really means it when he’s begging for Tony to fuck him. The alcohol affects nothing. 🖤🥰

[enamoured-dynamite]

[starkerinlove]

A Star(ker) is born

Yes,I am proud of that pun, come at me:) This is only a fic idea.

Tony Stark, a timeless artist, is known for his rough but soothing voice, writing and making songs popular among all genres and ages of people

Tony himself bored of the exhaustive demands of his record. The media knows him for his lavish parties, night club scandals and innumerable awards and ofcourse his crazy fan base.

Peter, the doe eyed 19 year old, with a beautiful voice and an angelic face. He works at bars and clubs singing for pennies and tips.

Tony sees Peter for the first time on stage at a small club which he came to after being bored of his business associates in the other high end club.

Tony is impressed and mesmerised by the boy and his voice, something that hasn't happened to him in a long time.

Peter sees his idol, his freaking inspiration sitting in a bar and listening to him and immediately flounders. Tony just smiles and quirks his head for him to continue.

Peter sings a new song, something he hasn't ever sung in public, a song he wrote about Tony Stark and how his music was the best memories he had with his family. ( I'll always remember us this way)

Tony invites Peter to come with him for his world tour. They have an amazing time together. Tony after a long time enjoys being on a tour, showing Peter new places, writing songs, and singing together, on stage during the day. They laugh, they write, they live like an a hozier song fairy tale.

They fall in love a little bit more every song they write, they love each other a little bit more everytime they share a smile on stage.

They kiss on stage for the first time singing 'Shallow'.

The media backlash against their relationship, that Tony is too old or a predator, or Peter is talentless or a gold digger affects them soo little, it is laughable.

They are both happy, truly happy and are so in love with each other. The first collaborated album they release after their official relationship is the best album of the decade and really Starker records are only getting started.

Okay, there's that. Oh, and no, Tony wont die, like ever in any of my fics. So they are gonna be happy, because i said so. Does anyone wanna write an actual fic, pls?

[kir0uskasa]

my marvel villain origin story: tony stark died and i am not a fan of it

[komomono]

tony and peter making crafts that remind them of one another.

It probably would have been easier to get a pack of crayons and a folded piece of A4 paper, sketch a half-assed portrait of them necking in a swarm of squiggly love hearts and pray that Peter won’t call attention to his poor artistic skills. That is, if Tony was capable of ever half-assing anything. It’s a shame Peter had limited them to standard craft material though. Peter is overdue for some upgrades to his web-shooters. Then again, that wouldn’t be adequate either since Peter preferred handling his own gear.  

That lands him in some hot water, because now he’s stuck with an armful of yarn, colourful pipe-cleaners, glitter, some glue, and a bagful of multicoloured beads. What’s he supposed to make with this?! 

He’s a goddamn engineer. Set him a deadline and hand him some metal, he’ll create the foundation of something fantastic. Hell, plop him in a cave in Afghanistan, tell him to build a weapon, and he’ll make the most of it. There’s only so much Tony can do with some glitter and yarn… but he makes do. If this is what Peter’s requesting of him, then he’s going to ensure it’s the best thing he’s ever created. 

Four hours later, Tony’s got something that sort of resembles a gift. He’d used a tutorial from an arts and crafts YouTube channel and had come out with what seems to be a doll. It was a lot of pulling and winding and loud cursing but he managed.  

He’s also going to have glitter under his nails for weeks. 

—- 

They’re presenting the gifts after dinner. Tony barely tastes the food in his mouth, he’s so nervous. Which is ridiculous because Peter loves everything Tony gives him, no matter how small. It was just so out of his realm of expertise, he had felt stranded. For a couple of those hours he spent on it, he wasn’t even sure what he was making. 

“Did I make the salmon wrong?” Peter pipes up from the other end of the dining table, small teasing smile playing on his pink lips. 

“Huh?” Tony says dazedly. 

“You look like chewing is a chore,” Peter laughs. “What’s wrong?” 

“Oh, no, the salmon is great, baby. Nothing wrong.” Tony shakes his head, waving it off like it’ll somehow hide his anxiety. 

Peter eyes him in amusement but doesn’t comment any further. 

After dinner, Tony relaxes back on one of his lounge chairs with Peter in his lap, warm and full. Once dessert was served, Tony almost forgot about the gifts, reveling in his time with Peter as they swapped spoonfuls of parfait. They’ve both got their presents in gift bags by their feet now, and Peter is the first to hand him his. 

“I looked up a tutorial on YouTube and I’ve never really been patient enough for origami, but I tried,” Peter says, biting his lip. He’s wringing his fingers together, his shoulders hunched like he’s prepared for a bad grade. And all Tony can think about is how damn useful YouTube is. They really are perfect for each other if they both resorted to seeking out help from an arts and crafts channel. 

“I’m sure I’ll love it, Pete.” 

And, fuck, he does. He loves it with all his heart, because that’s what it is. His heart; a life-sized origami model of his arc reactor, with some of the folded panels coloured a wrong sort of blue but it’s beautiful nonetheless. Tony can tell Peter had followed the instructions meant for a flower, but he’d probably improvised half way through. 

Tony’s nose burns with emotion, and he’ll deny it day and night that his eyes are watering. There’s a heavy weight in his stomach and a stone in his throat. He looks back up at Peter, sees his boyfriend nervously chewing on his fingernail, and gathers him up for a long, burning kiss. Peter doesn’t expect it, his lips parting sweetly in a gasp. Tony squeezes him lovingly around the waist with one arm, pulling back only so he can press kisses over Peter’s cheeks and nose and both of his eyelids. 

“Best present I’ve ever gotten,” Tony mutters with his lips held against Peter’s forehead. “Best thing to ever happen to me. So beautiful. Oh, and the origami is nice too. Thank you, baby.”

Peter giggles breathlessly from where he’s hidden his face in Tony’s shoulder. 

“Your turn now, hm?” Tony sighs, setting the origami model on the coffee table before he picks up Peter’s gift. “Just fair warning, I did my best, and if you wanna return it I wouldn’t blame you.” 

Peter leans back to accept the bag, one of his eyebrows raised at Tony. 

He takes it out and there’s a pause. 

Tony holds his breath. 

“I…” Peter starts, then stops, cradling the action-figure-sized red and blue doll with both hands. 

Its yarn frayed and slightly torn in places, glitter in odd patches along the chest and arms, the Spider-Man doll Tony had attempted to make is, quite frankly, a mess. The limbs are disproportionate from one another, the head is far too small, and the googly-eyes Tony had glued on look like they hold such animosity for Tony they would burn him to a crisp if they were capable. 

“It…” Peter begins again, eyes wide, mouth agape. “It’s so chaotic. I love it.” 

That startles a bark of laughter from deep within Tony’s chest, the sound completely disbelieving. 

“Really?” 

“Yeah! Yeah, thank you so much, Tony! I mean, I can’t believe you made me a Deadpool doll,” Peter says jokingly. “Wade’s gonna be raving about this when I show him.” 

Tony makes an affronted noise and wiggles his fingers against Peter’s side until he’s squirming and laughing in his lap. 

“Brat.” 

[spidercakes]

Super bratty and entitled Peter w/ Mob Boss Tony? Please??

Yes!

*

Tony tries and fails to bat Peter’s hand away from his tie. Peter just tightens his grip and pouts at him like that’ll help his case. The little fucker is wearing red too, which Tony knows is purposeful because Peter prefers pastels. Its Tony who likes red, likes seeing Peter in red not that he ever wears it, except for now apparently. He never should have told Peter he’d have things to do today, he always does this when Tony says he’s got things to do.

“Mr. Stark,” Peter says, pouting at him as Tony pries his hands off of his tie.

“Peter, I have things to do today. You can wait until I come home,” he tells him, catching his hands before they grip his tie again.

Peter lets out an annoyed huff. “But we haven’t done anything together in forever,” he whines. He pulls his hands from Tony’s grasp and settles them his waist. “I have a few things we could do,” he says, leaning into Tony’s space.

Normally he might find that tempting. Hell, he does now too because Peter is gorgeous and he’s gone through the effort of looking extra appealing to him in that pretty red skirt and an old AC/DC shirt of Tony’s. He’s even wearing that black metal collar Tony got him, the one he vastly prefers over the rose gold metal one Peter likes. He can’t say he’s much fond of most shades of pink, but the pastel shades put him off more than most. Not, he supposes, that it matters when Peter is involved.

“Save it for later, baby. I told you, I’ve got things to do,” Tony tells him. He steps around him and Peter makes an irritated noise.

“No! Pay attention to me,” he says, grabbing Tony’s hand and trying to pull him back.

He shakes Peter off. “I will be back in a few hours, Peter, you’re fine,” Tony tells him and he should have known, given the look on his face and his surprising lack of resistance, that Peter was planning something but in the moment he takes off.

*

Tony swears if he has to deal with Rogers again it’ll be the last time that asshole makes it out of a meeting alive. “You can’t just kill Steve,” Natasha says. “We need him at the moment and every troll has their use,” she points out like she personally has any problem with Steve. She doesn’t, for whatever reason she likes the guy, but Tony doesn’t. Sanctimonious prick thinks he’s better at everything than everyone with zero evidence for that. At least Tony knows he’s impulsive and stupid about it sometimes. And has the intelligence to make up for it.

Rogers though, he’s a loose canon who doesn’t even realize it and that makes him dangerous but Natasha isn’t wrong. Every troll does have their use so for now he leaves it. “Should consider himself fucking lucky,” Tony mumbles, walking through the door and stopping in his tracks.

Behind him Natasha starts laughing and unlike most she doesn’t stop when Tony turns to glare at her. “What? Peter’s the one person who can piss you off however much he wants and no matter what he does you don’t do shit. Its nice to not have to be on clean up duty because you shot someone again. Sue me if I find his ridiculous antics funny,” she says.

She’s about to be the one who’s shot on impulse, or she would be if Tony didn’t need her around. She’s too good at what she does to get rid of her so he grits his teeth and turns back to Peter, who is currently sitting on a pile of shredded shirts and suits. He’s got one of Tony’s favorite ties in his hand and a lighter on underneath it.

“Light that on fire and you won’t be able to sit for a month,” Tony tells him, voice cold.

Peter looks him dead in the eye and lights the fucking thing on fire. Natasha lets out a surprised laugh behind him that he ignores in favor of grabbing a handful of Peter’s pretty pink sweater and hauling him off the floor with no regard for his comfort. “Bye Natasha!” he says over his shoulder, giving her a halfhearted wave as he’s dragged off. Little asshole doesn’t even look afraid.

“Good luck,” Natasha calls back, sounding amused.

“I leave you alone for a few fucking hours and you decide to destroy-” his words die on his lips as he opens the bedroom door only to find it in even worse condition than his suits. His grip on Peter’s sweater tightens as he turns and gives him what should be a menacing glare but Peter doesn’t look affected at all. “Bed, now,” Tony tells him through gritted teeth, dragging him there himself to avoid Peter getting any ideas about running off not that he looks like he’s about to.

He all but tosses Peter onto the bed, strewn about pillows leaking feathers and missing blanket be damned, and climbs onto it after him. He pins Peter with his body, circling a hand around his throat. “Clearly you need to be taught a fucking lesson in respect,” he growls, irritated with the way Peter squirms in anticipation underneath him. “Wipe that fucking smile off your face,” Tony tells him, hand tightening a little in warning.

Peter lets out a soft moan, “sorry,” he says, “its just that you’re really hot when you’re mad.”

Tony’s grip tightens enough that it should hurt, not that Peter shows any sign of pain. “Glad you think that because I’m about to get real fucking scorching,” Tony hisses.

*

Natasha looks over at Tony in confusion mostly because Peter is proudly perched in his lap looking pleased with himself. MJ walks over to her looking just as confused, “do you think he knows that’s exactly what Peter wanted?” she asks.

She rolls her eyes because in her experience Tony has the emotional intelligence of a brain damaged goat. “Not a fucking clue,” she says.

MJ rolls her eyes too, “for a guy who’s managed to take over like half the country I’m continuously impressed by his total stupidity.”

Just, Natasha notes, when it comes to Peter. In general he’s freakishly smart, but beyond that he’s not as stupid and impulsive as people think he is. Usually even his most impulsive decisions have real reason and meaning behind them even if its a snap decision, he just happens to think that fast. With Peter, though, he turns into a total dunce. She grins at MJ, “who would win, one Big Bad Crime Boss or a Pink Frilly Boi?” she asks, making MJ snort and start laughing.

[starkerinlove]

Wow

[jungoos-pink-backpack]

Reading? Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

Writing? Difficult difficult lemon difficult

[starkerinlove]

Me coming up with ideas for fics: 😈😁

Me writing the actual fic:🙄😯😶💀

Me coming up with outline for my paper:🕵🤓💡📰

Me writing that paper:👀🙅......📱

[starkerinlove]

Heaven

Tony Stark / Peter Parker

Pure happy smut. Don't have a context, age or canonical time, imagine whatever pleases you. This is just Peter and Tony loving each other and Peter treating Tony like he deserves. pwp.

Tony and Peter had been in a relationship for nearly an year now. Peter loved Tony and wanted to show Tony that every chance he got.

"Yay, Tony, don't hold back. Let me hear how good you feel." Peter murmured between pressing deep open mouthed kisses to Tony's collar bone. He was kneeled between Tony's spread legs, hands on either side of the older man's head.

Slow kisses were trailed from the neck to the shoulders, his hands were now slowly kneading the muscles, dragging down, fingertips whisper soft against the raised scar of the arc reactor. Velvet soft pink lips folowed the finger tips, first only trailing the lips around and over the scars before lightly tracing of hot wet tongue.

Peter really did look angelic, in the blue light of the arc, eyes full of love and awe, as though Tony was the wonder here. Beautiful Peter Parker looked better than any star could, illuminated in the soft blue light.

" Look soo beautiful Tony, like you are holding all the power and genius in the world within yourself, only glimpses of it spilling out in blue rays, you look an unbelievable painting, can't believe anyone is allowed to touch you, can't believe I'm allowed to look and touch and cherish you."

Tony could only let out soft moans and sighs as Peter moved back to his shoulders. Soft kisses to his wrists, lips dragging over his pulse point, tongue tracing his palms, trying to follow and memorize the thousand tiny lines." Love how you smell Tony, always a tiny hint of metal, makes me feel like nothing could touch us. Your hands spread all out, could cover my entire torso, makes me feel all safe in your arms and god Tony", Peter moaned " Rough hands, those tiny creases, feels so perfect inside me, could watch your hands in the lab for hours, really really like them on me and in me and really everwhere"

Just a hint of teeth, now slowly trailling his inner thighs had Tony letting out a long moan."Baby, fuck make me feel so good, my perfect boy" Tony said and combed his fingers through Peter's soft curls, no pulling or guiding just soft caresses, almost like petting.

Peter was getting delirious with how much he loved Tony, loved touching him and kissing him and just being with him. He felt so warm and safe here. Felt perfect when he could love and pleasure Tony.

Those teeth disappeared behind plush lips which trailed the crease of Tony's thigh and hip. Tongue licking from his perinium, to the base of his cock then again back down, wet heat and soft pressure around his balls, "Oh.... Peter" Tony moaned out, feeling Peter lick and such his balls.

A lick to his slit leaking precum, and then Peter was taking him in his mouth. Slow slide of mouth over him, Peter's tongue working over and over his cock. " Feels amazing baby, fuck, your mouth Peter. Never can fully imagine how good it actually feels." The sight before him was really a dream. He loved that kid so much, best thing in his life.

"Peter, common, sweetheart come here" Tony was pulling Peter up from his cock and guided his lips to his, had to kiss Peter, couldn't bear how much he loved this boy who made him soo happy, feel loved and like he was the best thing in the world while Tony knew he wasn't. But it didn't really matter, because Peter was the most precious thing and Tony was just wholly purely happy that the kid loved him, flaults and flaws and all.

The kiss was slow, chrishing each press of lips, and swipe of tongue. Peter loved the taste of Tony, loved the hint of metal on his hands, the wodsy colonge on his neck and the most excuisite taste of his tongue and lips. He could never get enough of this. "Tony,.... Tony" Peter against his lips when they came up for air, couldn't think of anything else.

He needed Tony inside him, wanted to feel him sliding in and out of his body, like his body was his home that Tony lived in, moving like he belonged there.

Peter fumbled for the lube he left on the side table and prepared himself sloppy and dripping. He wanted to feel Tony move easily inside him, no restriction.

Peter positioned himself, took Tony's cock inside him in one wet slide. The groan could've been either of theirs. Peter moved himself on Tony's cock, hands on his chest. His own dick was hard and slaapping on Tony's stomach with each of his down slide.

Peter was a sight, heads thrown back, eyes half lidded, curls bounching with his riding. He was bitting his bottom lip but moans escaped his mouth all the same. Tony felt so good. Everything felt good. His perfect Peter, around him, above him and just occupied everything of Tony, all senses saturated with Peter.

" just like that Pete, so good darling, yay keep working yourself like that." Tony jerked Peter mainting the same rhythm of Peter bouncing on his cock with soo much ease Tony could wonder if he belonged there.

" Tony", Peter moaned desperate, "so close, common Tony, come inside me, wanna feel you inside me, hot and dripping. Marking and claiming me as yours. Please Tony"

Peter was pulled into a messy kiss, which was only sucking lips and clashing teeth. " Fuck, babyboy, all mine, love you so much Peter" Tony was cumming inside Peter, hands working Peter through his orgasm.

Peter fell forward, pressing lazy kisses against Tony's neck. Tony's hands were running through his hair again and he pressed a kiss to Peter's temple, and then a long press of lips that had Peter somehow melting even more onto Tony.

Peter's soft sleepy voice murmured, " I love you Tony", before slowly drifting to sleep .

Yay, Tony knew this was what heaven was.

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P.S. Have a happpy amazing day/night ahead.

[starkerinlove]

Is this Happiness

Tony Stark/ Peter Parker.

Part 1

( Spiderman kidnaps Tony to get the avengers to stop trying to capture him. Only then, Peter realizes how bad avengers treat Tony and vows to take care of Tony Stark, Earth's best defender and his childhood crush and hero better. This is Tony and Peter helping each other and finding the happiness they deserve.)

Tony wakes to being bound by some strange rope like substance which is soft at the same time. His head is covered in a black cloth bag of some sort and his legs were tied to the chair with the same substance. The last he remembers is fighting some bots. The now pardoned Rouge avengers had called him to the fight. They had promptly blamed him for the bots even though he would never make anything soo mindless. He had made better bots when he was 17 years old and drunk of his head colllege student.

He didn't know who had kidnapped him or how. Just as he was trying to get out of the rope or figure out a way to reach Friday, the bag covering his head was yanked off. The light was too bright, squinting his eyes he could see someone dressed in red and blue, some sort of spandex or pajamas. Oh, now he remembered, it was Spiderman, the guy Shield had been trying to 'recruit', or thats what the other avengers said anyway. They had been trying unsuccessfully to capture him for a while now. But he didn't get why this guy decided to kidnap him. Tony wasn't even part of avengers anymore, just their wallet and fire power.

"So, Mr. Stark i thought it was time, we had a little talk. Seeing how you avengers are soo eager to get me and all."

Ahh,so another problem he was gonna get blamed for that he had no control over. This day was just getting better and better. " listen here Spiderman, I'm gonna be honest. I have no hand in what the avengers do, so you might want to take your grievances to the other spandex clad hero or maybe your arachnid sibling."

Somehow Tony could see the disbelief on the guy's face though his mask. That was cool. Maybe Tony could do that to his suit too. Then he could show how unimpressed he was with the rogues without having to leave the safety of his suit. Yay, this was something he will be looking into.

"Look, i don't know how else to spell it out for you. I don't control the avengers. I m only tech, money and public face for them when things go wrong. Kinda like a sugar daddy who gets no sugar and all the contempt." Saying it out loud hurt quite a bit but Tony always knew this to be true,so he had to say it if it would get him out of this.

The guy seemed to hink for sometime before he answered, "Mr. Stark, i don't know how much i believe you. You are the best fighter among the avengers,thats why i brought you here, so we could talk and get this resolved. I'm the friendly neighborhood Spiderman, Mr. Stark. I wouldn't hurt you"

"Yay, you have a funny way of being friendly", Tony grumbled.

Again Tony could see the the guy becoming awkward and uncomfortable through his mask. He had no idea how that was possible. And his web like rope wasn't having any give. It was neither cutting into Tony nor it was loosening. Tony really really wanted to study it. And like the guy had said he was friendly neighborhood Spiderman. He doesn't harm anyone, so

"Hei, tell you what, you get me out of these ropes, let me study your suit and web and ill have a talk with the avengers and shield and try to get you immunity. How does that sound,huh?"

The guy backed a little bit, posture becoming defensive, " Why do you want to study my suit and web? "

"Well, you know me, I'm Tony Stark. Ofcourse i wanna study this engineering marvel. I have seen your webs holding more than 10 tons and still have enough flexibility and give for you to swing around, its really brilliant, spidey"

" uh, wow, You just complimented my invention. I mean you, Tony Stark, genius inventor, scientist of the century, Iron man just complimented me....yeah, this is awesome. Thank you soo much Mr. Stark. Big fan. Love your work" The guy was practically gushing at this point, bumbling on his feet like an excited puppy.

Tony couldn't help grinning. Wow this was the best kidnapping till date. It was soo long since he had someone genuinely happy and enthusiastic about his inventions.

"So what do you say spidey?, wanna let out your hero. I promise ill try help you out with the avengers."

The guy seemed to deflate on the spot. " I'm so sorry Mr. Stark. I can't do that. I really need the avengers to back off. I have tried talking to them. But they don't listen and thats why i thought if i made someone listen, this could be resolved. But, i can't let you go, now. "

" So whats the plan here. Kill me and make me an example of what would happen if they dont let you be? "

" Of course not Mr. Stark. I would never hurt anyone. I'm just going to keep you here, till they stop coming after me. But Mr. Stark you have to believe me, i will not hurt you Mr. Stark. I swear."

When Tony pointedly rocked his chair using the web binds, the kid resured Tony, " Are they hurting you Mr. Stark, they are supposed to be soft so they don't cut into skin. But, I'll even take them off if you promise not to leave. "

It was cute how the guy was so naive and also how much he cared for Tony's comfort. More than how much his teammates seemed to do. Tony was gripped by the memory of bleeding out in Siberia left to die by his so called teammate. Tony shook his head, took a deep breath.

" okay spidey, i promise to not leave. Get me out of these and get me some water if you have. "

The kid immediately got him out of the binds with some dissolvent. He had to study that too.

The guy gave him some water from a back pack which was lying on the floor of some, Tony took a good look around, floor of some abandoned warehouse. Orignal.

After drinking his fill of water, Tony looked at he guy. " So what are we doing, spidey, i hope you have a plan?"

" I already told you Mr. Stark. I just have to make the avengers listen to me. Now that i have you they will have to listen. We just wait."

Tony let out a self-deprecating laugh nad said " Yeah, real solid plan there spidey. Except you seemed to have forgotten an important part. They don't care about me. So yeah, not gonna work"

" But, you.....you are Iron man, sir and you are a hero and their friend Mr. Stark. Of course they would care about you" The guy said it like Tony was just a child with self-esteem issues, like he was preplexed by the very idea of someone not caring about Tony Stark.

Tony almost wished that were true. " Whatever. I'm telling you as it is. You can believe me or not"

Tony was just realizing how much his whole body hurt from the battle and then getting knocked out has given him a killer headache. He knew without his suit he wasn't going to be able to fight a super powered guy. Moreover he seemed sweet enough. Tony was gonna sleep and hope all of this resolves itself tomorrow. By then the guy would have realized it was futile to try use Tony as a bargaining chip and hopefully would let him leave. Or maybe Tony will try buying his way out of this. Yay he will do that tomorrow.

He dragged the chair he had been tied to, to a corner and sat leaning on a wall. His eyes were getting heavy. He was even strangely feeling safe with spidey around. Weird. Maybe he was just too drugged up. He slowly lost himself to sleep feeling someone sit near him, softly running hands through his hair.

[starkerinlove]

Fighting their 50th battle in a year.

Villain Iron Man: IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO?

Spider man: *choking back tears* um, yeah, i'm actually trying really hard here Mr. Iron man.

Villain Iron Man: * now looking uncomfortable* oh

Tony Stark: * remembering the pretty young thing the kid is, the reason why he hasn't killed spidey yet* *thinking about his own father never complimenting him*

Villain Iron Man: hey babyboy! You did good back there.

Villain Iron Man : *throwing some money at the kid* Get yourself a milshake. Growing boys need all the energy.

[winter-starker]

Literally fuck everyone. Write the cringest fanfic you can, no one needs to like it but you. Fuck god, gave your characters fuck god, this should be for you not them.

[starkerinlove]

Me trying to sound rational:Well, this seems like solid advice, gonna take it.

Inner me: So we don't gotta finish any fics, just random snippets. "evil laughter"

[starkerinlove]

Tony Stark/ Peter Parker

Disclaimer: well, this was supposed to be a fic where Tony could sit back and enjoy himself and have his lovely boy worship him while soft domming him but then it went into my inner monologue about why Tony deserves all the nice things and only Peter could give it. So this is no longer a fic. Sry!

People would wonder how he, Tony Stark came to this moment in his life. Naked and kneeling before a boy half his age. But honestly, with the amount of times people and now aliens too, attack or try to kidnap him, it wouldn't be the most shocking thing. No. It was that he was doing it willingly.

But what these people wouldn't know was how much Tony loved and trusted Peter Parker. Peter who looked like a dream on normal days, all soft meesy chocolate curls and vibrance. The most beautiful warm eyes Tony could ever look into, always looking back at him with such warmth and love. Even when they had their fights, it had anger or frustration but never hate.

Peter was the only person who loved Tony for what he was, flaws and all. Tony would only call a very few people in his life his friends and even then they had their limits of how much they could put up with Tony at a time. Even Pepper, that wonderful woman could only love him despite his flaws. And even then, one day found him too much but really he was too much often he knew.

But Peter, his Peter loved him not inspite of but for all his flaws. He found Tony's extravagant gifts adorable. His incessant wisecracks and sarcasm a game he played well. Peter found his science binges fun, got hot off his tech talk. Peter loved how Tony worked, loved him for his passion instead of seeing it as his obsessive personality. Peter LOVED him.

So yes, Tony dropped to his knees for the first person he actually could. Knew for sure would never leave him because he was too him. Who cherished Tony and was still in awe of his inventions and looked at him like he hung the moon and could create stars and Tony would, he would create stars if Peter asked for them.

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So as you would have realized if you have read till this that i dont know where i was going with this. If you have any idea, please let me know i would love to finish this.

[starkerinlove]

But, for you

Sim Tony/ dark Peter

Part 2

Part 1

There was a choice here, Tony told him so. But really, to choose between Mr. Stark and anything else was not really a choice to Peter, if the last couple of years had showed him anything it was that.

He wanted Tony, he needed Tony, so really when he answered it was with sure, steady voice that Peter said, " Mr. Stark i would like to be here with you."

The metal collar around his throat tightened and let go at the answer, fluid like suit hauling him up from his kness. "Knew you were smart baby boy, come here, give Daddy a kiss, seal the deal."

Peter felt lips pressing to his, all insistent against his inexperienced ones. He didn't know what he was doing, or where to put his arms, but Mr. Stark took care of that too. His arms were restrained back by the armour and Mr. Starks hands were on his jaw controlling the the pace, how Peter moved and Peter could simply enjoy it. Enjoy the fact he had Mr. Stark back. Revel in having found a way to Mr. Stark. Mr.Stark's hand groping and pulling him closer by his ass, had Peter letting out a moan, a tongue entering his mouth, discovering and claiming it. Peter wasn't really breathing for long minutes and couldn't find anything in him to care about it when he had Tony so close, his lips on his. The older man pulled away at last, teeth bitting and dragging pretty pink lips as he let Peter get a breath in.

...........

Tony liked the dazed look on the kid's face, all open and trusting. Fuck, it got him hard. He was gonna ruin this boy, coming to his kingdom in a spandex and daring to throw a punch at him only to beg and plead to him in love and not fear. He could just see what he could do with such a devoted boy.

" We are leaving pete-pie, hold on tight." Tony didn't wait for him to respond, just took off into the sky to his Tower. Ruling these mortals like a God from Olympus. But of course he was better than those gods, he left no rivals, shared his power with no one.

As soon as they reached the Stark Tower, the boy jumped and waddled into the house happily, no fear, only excitement. The boy was admiring the whole place, already felt safe and warm knowing it was where Mr. Stark lived. " Mr. Stark, i missed this place so much. You even have the same floor to floor window. Its gorgeous, Sir."

"Yeah, almost as gorgeous as you are going to look, naked, bound and spread on my bed, wanting and begging me to fuck you harder, but whimpering all sore. Get out of that skin-tight spandex baby boy, i wanna see all of you bare "

Peter was still blushing, when he got his suit off with a tap on his chest and out of his boxers too. Tony just smirked at the boy and led him to his bedroom and pushed him to his knees, hands all cuffed behind him by his armour, a pretty collar on his throat. The kid just looked up at him with such an open expression of trust that he just had to fuck him.

He got his cock out, " Part those lips for me, yay just like that..... Let daddy in.....uhh... already gagging for it are you" Tony couldn't help but grin at that.

Tony was going rough, he knew that. In and out of the kids throat rough, fast and deep. His hands fisting the smooth curls setting his own pace. The boy was choking up all pretty for Tony, tears a steady stream down his face. The boy couldn't really say if it was too much, hands bound and mouth choked by his hard,thick cock. But really what was the point of having a super powered kid who worshipped the ground he walked on as boy toy if it wasn't for this,Tony figured.

Tony pulled back to give him a moment to breathe, " look up at me, eyes on daddy", eyes snapped to his immediately, the boy whimpering at Tony calling himself daddy, eyes snapping to. " You like that baby boy? Came all the way to another universe to get your mouth fucked and ass filled? Desperate little thing, aren't you. Letting me fuck your face not knowing anything except i look like your Tony Stark. Such a whore for me, do anything, wouldn't you? "

The boy was just panting, eyes glazed, spit and precum running down his chin. The hard slap echoed through the room, " Answer me baby boy"

Peter just looked confused for a moment then let out this cute pained moan. Honestly,Tony didn't think the boy was a pain slut too, but it looked like his baby was an endlessly giving gift, all wrappped for Tony to take and claim and play with.

" Yes, yes, will do anything for you, just let me be with you daddy, anything you want, please,wanna always be with you daddy. "

Tony cooed at the kneeling boy, running his fingers along the warm skin of the cheek. " Of course baby, you are all mine, daddy's gonna keep you for himself, don't you worry. Gonna ruin you baby boy, all mine to play with, no letting you go now."

The boy looked at him with such a contended expression. His cute cock all nestled and against Tony's shoes, bound and collared and went happily back to sucking and choking on his cock.

"What a sweet boy... Always going to be mine", Tony promised both to the boy and himself.

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P. S: i know i said dark Peter, ill get to it eventually, hopefully.

[starkerinlove]

But, for you

SIM tony/ dark Peter

Part 1

This had to work, Peter had fought so hard, sacrificed a lot fo this. But he knew this would all pay off if this worked. It was nearly an year since everyone knew Peter Parker was Spiderman. They even believed Spiderman was a murderer. Peter couldn't go anywhere without people ponting at him, whispering and it was just too much.

He just wanted to rest, he wanted to feel safe and most of all he wanted Tony Stark back. Mr. Stark would know what to do. mr. Stark would have helped him. He should have saved Mr. Stark, it was all his mistake. The world needed Iron Man, Peter need Iron Man in his life, so this just had to work. Peter had left school, used EDITH, hacked and stole from the compond and did everything to find a way to go to an alternate universe which had tony in it.

This is it. He had finished it, he just pressed the button and he would meet Tony Stark again.

He felt himself being torn, disintegrating into nothing, just like during the snap, he was panicking and this time there was no iron man to bring him back, he was really going to die, not having seen Mr. Stark.

Just as soon he was being painfully remade and pushed into something, he was retching disoriented. He didn't know where he was.

Just as he was trying to take stock of his injuries, his spidey senses blarred, just in time missing a energy blast to his back.

He let his instincts guide him, ducked to the side, shot a web at the wall behind him, flipped to his back, aimed a kick at the guy, just to get swatted of like a bug by some shinny metal tentacles, aimed a punch when he was near using the metal to pull himself closer and froze.

"Mr. Stark?....Is that really..... Mr.Stark..are you.." and the man promptly kicked his knees from under him and had him handcuffed in a strange metal which even his super strength couldn't break.

Peter was hyperventilating, " Mr. Stark, i.. I am Peter.. Peter Parker -- Spiderman?. Maybe you have your own spiderman, I'm from an alternate universe and i just missed you soo much and I had to see you Mr. Stark, im soo sorry, Mr. Stark...... Sir, im.." , Peter was fully crying now, Tony Stark was here. He found Mr. Stark at last.

The man was just looking at him like he was a new specimen to be studied under a microscope or maybe disected. But Peter didn't really care.

He ripped his mask off and tried to explain once more, he needed this Tony to understand, he couldn't go back to a world without Tony Stark.

He looked up at this another Tony Stark, silver suit in the place of red and gold, cold blue eyes instead of that warm brown ones,but it had its own beauty. Tony Stark was beautiful in every universe.

His heart was beating soo fast, soo loud, " Mr. Stark,i came here to find you sir, i mean no harm, i would never harm anyone, i just,...just really need to see you and..." a cold silver metal wrapped around his throat taking away his voice, he gasped and tried to shout but no sound came.

"yeah, i got that part baby boy. You are in love with this other Tony, lost him, so came here for a replacement..."

Mr. Stark was slowly stalking towards Peter, gaze never leaving him. It swept over his body, eyes devouring all that accented muscles in red and blue spandex, eyes soo huge, teary blinking up at Tony.

When Mr. Stark was close enough he trailed a finger over the boy's jaw, " the question is Bambino, what are you willing to do to have me? "

Tony watched the kid struggle to speak for a few minutes, throat working against the metal, it only made his cock hard imagining the kid chocking on his cock instead, all innocent bambi eyes, full of love and awe.

Tony released the metal collar and the kid rushed to explain, " Mr. Stark, i... we weren't doing... anything ,sir... Like you were my mentor, not that i didnt love you....i mean.... you were my hero Mr. Stark",

Peter rushed to add, " i of course love iron man, the world loves iron man, you are amazing Mr. Stark and you saved everone... You are great... I.. We like weren't.. "

Tony once again cut the boy off with the metal collar. He was getting tired of his rambling even though he found the panic on his face adorable.

He didn't really care what the boy had to say. He wanted him and that was that.

"listen here kid, i dont give a fuck about what your Tony did. Here are your options, stay and do whatever i want and I'll fuck you soo good, better than your filthiest fantasy,soo good you will forget all about my other self or well, i could always kill you after i have had my fun. Your choice"