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tbh, i didn't expect to fall for this ship as hard as i did.

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Skype Sex

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Summary: This time it was Peter who was gone. ”It’s different when it’s you gone,” Tony said

Tags: Skype, Skype Sex, Masturbation

Written for @starkerbingo​. Prompt: Skype Sex 

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It was always Tony who traveled, leaving Peter sad, wanting, and lonely. When he was gone, they tried to talk and even sometimes Skype. But Tony’s trips were always filled with meetings and things to do, even late into the night.

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two pink lines; part three

part three

previous part || next part  never mind, bc tumblr doesn’t want to let linked posts be on the page thing, so sowwy, but the other ones are on my page and if you really wanna see you can serch my page and i think it’ll pop up. super sorry :) 

warnings: some fun dirty times. !major breeding kink!

Peter had been pregnant now for around three months. He was showing a little more, but it didn’t look like much if it was under a hoodie, which is all he had the energy for recently, hoodies and sweatpants.

Stretching, he slowly opened his eyes and was met with an empty bed, which he did NOT appreciate. Why wasn’t Tony here? If he goes to sleep, he usually stays in bed in the mornings, especially on weekends.

Peter knew he was being foolish, but he couldn’t help but want him, Tony, here. But, Peter knew that laying in bed pouting wasn’t going to bring the billionaire back. Peter sat up in bed, looked around for anything indicating why Tony was gone, so he stood up.

The brown haired boy walked into the kitchen, in the living room, down into the workshop, and he found nothing. Now it wasn’t even that he wanted Tony, now all he wanted was to know where he was.

After using the bathroom, then taking some of the prenatal vitamins, which were almost out, and he sat back down in bed. He grabbed his phone, intending to call Tony, but saw a message from the man instead.

‘important meeting in maine, i’ll be back soon’

Peter sighed, but texted him back: ‘okay, love you,’

After that was handled, Peter sighed and put the StarkPhone back down on his bed. He decided eating would be a good thing to do, so he made some breakfast consisting of CoCo Puffs and Milk.

The day went on and not even a text from Tony, which meant that he was so busy, he didn’t even think of Peter. Deep down, Peter knew it was dumb to think that, but nevertheless, he couldn’t.

Instead, he decided to take a shower, mainly because he didn’t know what else to do. He put some music on in the bathroom, he washed his hair and body, enjoying the smell of all the soap. He sat there for probably a good thirty minutes before getting out, wrapping a towel around himself.

Peter changed into sweatpants, and this time just a regular short sleeve T. It showed off his bump a bit more, which was nice, he was really proud of his growing tummy.

Once changed, he moved his way into the living room to watch TV, nothing good was on, but he had nothing better to do.

Twenty minutes went by, and he got a call. Peter hastily went to get his phone and smiled when he saw it was a video call from his boyfriend. Answering, he sat back down on the couch.

“Hey, Petey,” Tony greeted. Peter saw the background and noticed that Tony was flying in his private jet, which hopefully meant that he was on his way home, and Maine wasn’t that far away, so Peter couldn’t help but smile.

“Hi, Tony,” Peter smiled. “What’s up?” He asked, pulling a blanket to his waist.

“Nothing in particular,” Tony said, a class of scotch resting lazily in his hand, he was displaying his usual smirk. “Just wanted to let you know I’ll be home soon,”

“Good, I missed you,” Peter said, running down the TV.

“I’m sorry I had to just get up and leave like that, the chick holding the meeting was on my ass for me to get there, and you looked so peaceful while you were sleeping.” Tony apologized, Peter giggled slightly in response.

“No, thank you, I would have murdered you if you woke me up,”

Tony laughed, Peter swore his eyes were sparkling. “I had assumed, so I decided to send you a text and hope that you saw it,”

Peter nodded. “I did,”

“Good,” Tony smiled. “Anyway, I’ll be there soon, want anything from anywhere while I head home?”

“I’m good, thanks,” Peter said. “I’ll see you soon?”

“Minutes,” Tony said with a smile. “Love you,”

“Love you, too,” Peter smiled. And the call hung up.

-

Peter was bored out of his mind, but 45 minutes after the call, Tony walked in and walked into the kitchen, placing his phone on the charger. “Hey, babe,” Peter smiled, still sitting on the couch. Tony smiled and walked in the direction, placing himself down next to Peter, immediately laying down, placing his head on Peter’s thighs.

Tony looked up at Peter and gave him a tired smile. Peter couldn’t help  the grin that formed on his face looking at the main. Unconsciously, he brought his hand up to Tony’s hair and began running his hands through it.

“Have fun?” Peter asked sarcastically, Tony just let an amused noise, one eye closed, the other one open as he looked up at Peter.

“So much.” Tony replied sarcastically. “I wanted to be there longer, even,”

Peter just shook his head and laughed, still running his hand through Tony’s hair. They sat there for a few moments, just peacefully, but soon Tony sat up a bit, his hands now resting on Peter’s stomach.

Slowly, he moved his lips to Peter’s neck, sucking marks onto the pale boys neck. Peter let out an involuntary moan, Tony being urged on as the sound escaped his lovers lips. Tony moved forward a bit more, Peter leaning back so Peter was laying down on the couch, Tony now bracing himself up off him.

The lips, belonging to Tony, were now leaving light kisses all the way up to Peter’s mouth. Peter kissed back hungrily. He blamed the horniness on two things.

One) Pregnancy Hormones

Two) He had a really hot boyfriend.

With those to factors in play, he couldn’t help but buck up, trying to gain friction on his growing member. Tony’s hands were grazing Peter’s body, his hands gliding under the young man’s shirt, Tony’s calloused hands feeling his skin.

Peter let out a moan against Tony’s lips, trying to gain friction, but the hand Tony had placed on him was stopping that from happening. He let out a whine, wanting nothing more than to get some attention - down there.

“You look so good like this,” Tony mumbled, disconnecting their lips and bringing them back down to his neck and collar bone. “All filled up with our pup like this,”

Peter tilted his head back, giving the other man more access.

“Bred like a good Omega,” Tony continued.

“A-Alpha,” Peter said, losing his breath as his heart rate picked up. He needed something more, he didn't want to be teased. He needed Tony.

“Hm?” Tony said, slowly lifting off the shirt Peter was wearing, then doing the same to his own. “Use your words,”

“I need,” Peter began, not knowing how to really form words. “I need you,”

“How?” Tony asked, wanting to tease Peter for as long as possible.

Peter let out  frustrated huff, starting to sit up. He got off the couch, hoping  Tony would face towards him as he dropped on his knees, looking up at Tony through his eyelashes.

Tony brought his hand down to Peter’s face, softly stroking his smooth, pale cheek. Peter smiled at the attention before using his hands to work on Tony’s belt and zipper, doing so as he was opening a present that he had been waiting for.

Smiling as he got the pants down he placed his mouth on the head of Tony’s erect cock. He swirled his tongue around the tip before taking in more. Peter heard Tony let out a groan, this urged Peter on, his hand finding his way to Peter’s hair as he forced the boy to take more in, which Peter was more than happy to do.

Soon, Tony began thrusting into Peter’s mouth, loving the feeling of his tip hitting the back of Peter’s throat. He kept going, knowing he was going to finish soon, and as much as he wanted to cover that face with his seed, he really wanted to feel Peter’s warmth.

He pulled out and lifted Peter up, catching his lips in a kiss, before pulling the boy up in his lap. He pulled down the young boys pants and tried pulling them off, and with help from Peter, they were shortly discarded onto the floor. Tony grabbed at his cheeks, kissing his chest. Peter lifted up slightly as he felt Tony’s hands begin to poke at his entrance.

Tony brought his fingers up to Peter’s mouth and demanded for him to suck. Peter did just that, his pupils blown from lust, only focusing on one thing, Tony.

Once the older man’s fingers were coaxed in saliva, he brought his fingers back down, inserting them into Peter, the young man letting out a moan.

“Ah,” He moaned sitting back down on his fingers, fucking himself on them. “Tony,”

Tony kept going, making his fingers go faster until Peter was prepped. He scissored them, allowing Peter to stretch as much as possible.

As he kept going, he found the prostate, Peter letting out a moan. Now seeing this, Tony pulled out his fingers and began to line himself up with Peter’s entrance slowly inserting the tip, all while Peter was on his lap.

Tony held him still so Peter didn’t just take it all in, Tony knew Peter, and sometimes Peter could be a cock slut, a huge cock slut.

“Oh, God, Tony please,” Was all Peter could say, because that’s all he wanted, he wanted Tony buried inside of him.

Tony was in a blissed out state, biting at his clavicle and kissing his neck. Peter kept trying to fuck himself on his Alpha’s cock, but he couldn’t.

Though, after a few more moans, Tony moved deeper, thrusting in and out, slowly inserting more of himself until he was balls deep, he begins to move slowly, then slowly going faster as he gets closer to his climax.

He pumps Peter’s cock, feeling the precum leak out of him. Tony wanted more access so he flipped the boy over on his knees, not disconnecting. He began fucking into him at a harder speed, one hand holding him up, the other resting on Peter’s baby bump, the fact of knowing Peter was carrying made Tony possessive. “I’m gonna fill you up,”

“Yes,” Peter said, breathing heavy as Tony fucked him into the couch.

“You’ll be so full with my load,” He mumbled against Peter’s back as he continued thrusting, his knot growing.

“Oh, fuck, please,” Peter moaned, holding onto the arm of the couch tightly, his knuckles turning white. “Please, Please, Pl - Plea - ah - Please,” He moaned, it getting more quiet as he reached his high, Tony cuming inside him, his knot large and stuck.

Peter laid there panting for awhile trying to catch his breath, Tony propping himself up as his load spilled into his young lover. The only thing left to be heard was the heavy panting of the two males, their cocks softening as the TV droned on in the background.

-hopefully i’m getting better at writing smut, sorry if this was short and anticlimactic-

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Oh my god pregnant Peter smut would end me

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two pink lines; question

sooooo for the people who like two pink lines, would anyone be interested in pregnant peter smut?

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two pink lines; part two

part two(i rly like how this turned out)

okay, so like, tumblr deleted links? so now i wont be using links. i’m so sorry :)

It had been two weeks now. He was starting to show, but only if he wore tight clothes, and even then, it just looked like he had ate a really big breakfast. He and Tony has been fine, because, Tony had no reason to think anything different, but Peter would be lying if he said he hadn’t been trying to distance himself from Tony.

He was so afraid of him leaving when he told him about the pregnancy, that he started straying away so it would hurt a little less, but in reality, it kind of only hurt him more. Mainly because he could see how Tony knew something was wrong when Peter had shrugged him off.

He was a monster for doing this to Tony, but he didn’t know what else to do. He just couldn’t do it. He was too weak.

“You’ll be home tonight?” Tony asked Peter as he was walking out the door to go to school.

Peter nodded his head. “Yeah, just a little late, I need to grab something from the store,”

“I can get it for you,” Tony offered standing up off the couch and walking towards Peter. Peter smiled as he saw Tony come closer and rest his hands on his hips. “I  wouldn’t mind, and then it’d be here for you when you got back,” Peter tiptoed and kissed his boyfriend, followed by a small amount of pain, but it was still sweet.

“I’m fine, Tone, thank you, talk to you later,” Peter said quickly, rushing out the door, leaving Tony behind, the older man wondering what was wrong.

Ned and MJ both knew he was pregnant and tried to help him with options. Peter told them, no matter what, Peter was going to keep the baby. He did sometimes think about if he just - did get an abortion, but it was immediately filled with pain. He wouldn’t do that.

He walked over to his friends who were in the parking lot, waving them down. He smiled as they greeted him. He liked how they didn’t make it much different.

“Parker,” MJ said, handing him the pastry she had bought. “You’re failing PE, and you might want to work on that,”

Peter laughed, happily accepting the food. “How do you know that?”

“I have my ways,” MJ laughed, Ned joining her. Everyone kind of grew silent, then Ned spoke up.

“...Have you told him?”

Peter shook his head. “no,” he said quietly, “I don’t know how, I tried the other night, but I just couldn’t,” He looked at his friends faces. “Guys, I seriously did, I promise, but at the last second I told him that the thing I had to tell him was that my teacher said they liked cap better than him, he just laughed and said that most teachers do, but I swear, I tried,”

Ned nodded. “I believe you, Peter, and I know you’ll do what’s right,” He smiled and Peter smiled back. MJ scoffed.

“Just fucking tell him already,”

“MJ!” Ned gasped, gently slapping her, but then MJ just laughed.

“What? I am a brutally honest person, fuck you,”

Everyone just laughed and Peter finished swallowing a bight of his food. “I seriously don’t know how we became friends,”

“Me either,” Ned chimed in.

“Yeah, me third, but you love me,”

“That we do,” Peter laughed, and Ned nodded along in agreement.

School sucked, but it was school, and even teen genius’ don’t exactly like it everyday.

Ned and Peter had math and Peter just took notes down, making sure they were readable and neat because he knew he’d have to help MJ with them.

Peter saw Flash in the bathroom, but the prick only splashed water on him and left. Peter was thankful for that too. For the past week, Flash had been almost worse, luckily this time it was an easy little splash in the face.

Once school was over, Ned and Peter walked to the store to grab a few things. MJ was going to come, but she said she had something to do. They’d been friends with her for awhile now, and she still was so fucking secretive. It was probably nothing, it never was, she just wasn’t good with details.

“So, when do you really plan on telling Stark? I mean, I know it has to be hard, but it’s almost a month now? Isn’t he finding the morning sickness weird? Or the fact you won’t drink coffee anymore? Like he’s not suspicious,”

Peter shrugged as he put his hands in the pocket of Tony’s hoodie. “I hide the morning sickness, I just told him I like taking a quick shower in the morning, so he really doesn’t notice anything else, and I tell him you guys bring me coffee or we drink it together in the morning, he really doesn’t know, and if he does know, he sure isn’t reacting,”

Ned nodded. “Okay, but tell him soon, it’ll only get more obvious, and I know you know it’s better to tell him before he finds out,”

Peter didn’t reply but just kept walking. He thought everything through for awhile before nodding. “I know,”

When the two omega’s got to the store, Peter put his hood over his head to hide his face so no one knew it was him. Ned just continued walking as normal, straight to the section that had things such as pregnancy tests.

“These?” Ned asked, pointing to a red bottle thing. Peter shook his head.

“Look,” He said grabbing the container of prenatal vitamins. “Five-Nine months,”

Ned grabbed the container from Peter. “Oh,” He said as he read it, he placed it back and grabbed a blue one, “This one?” He said, the pregnant omega grabbed the bottle from Ned and read over it. Everything seemed to be correct, so Peter nodded.

He handed it back to Ned. “Take this,” He said, handing him a crisp twenty dollar bill. “I can’t buy them, there could be camera’s,”

“Yeah, I know,” Ned smiled, “I don’t need your money, you know?”

“It’s not really mine, it’s Tony’s, and I can’t ask you to do that,”

Ned laughed. “How much money do you take from him?”

Peter just giggled a bit. “Not that much, only when I need something, plus, if I ask, he’ll give me way too much,”

Ned nodded with a laugh and walked over to the counter. “He loves you a lot, you know that right?”

“Of course I know,” Peter said.

“So why are you so scared of him -” Ned looked over at the check-out clerk and back at Peter “You know after you tell him, you know,”

“Because, ‘you know’ is more than just saying ‘Hey, I want to move out to the country’ it’s saying ‘hey let’s change our future forever,’ and he’s always been scared of big steps in relationships, I’m surprised I haven’t pushed him over the edge,” Peter said, as to which Ned only laughed at.

“Are you kidding me? He loves you too much for that, he’s called ME before to try and figure out how to work things out with you, whenever you’re sad he calls me to ask why, once he even called MJ because my phone was dead, he loves the hell out of you, and you need to understand that,”

Peter decided not to reply because he didn’t know what to say and he just needed to think things through. Ned finished the transaction and carried the bag so no one knew who they were really for.

“Does he really call you?”

“Way more than he should,” Ned laughed, and Peter blushed lightly.

Peter hid the prenatal care gummies in his backpack so Tony didn’t see them. He walked in to see Tony testing out a suit in the living room.

“Tony? What the he -”

“What? It was getting crowded in there so I just had to test everything out, out here,” Tony said, smiling.

Peter just laughed, his hands holding onto his backpack straps. “It’s a mess in here, now,”

Tony shrugged as he was being lifted up with only the gloves of his suit. “I’ll get someone to clean it up later,”

Peter, still smiling at how dumb Tony was, but smart all at the same time. He walked over to the older man after setting his bag on the ground by the door.

Tony smiled and turned off the gloves, leaning down to kiss Peter. “How was your day?” He asked, smiling. Peter just shrugged.

“It was a day, yours?”

“Well, I cluttered my workshop,”

“Hm,” Peter laughed, “maybe you’ll get a full eight hours of sleep then,”

“Ha. Ha.” Tony laughed sarcastically, setting down the parts of his suit. He walked off and sat on the couch. “Have you been okay?”

Peter tilted his head, hiding his worry that Tony may have figured everything out. “What do you mean?”

Tony made a face as ‘stop fucking around’ Peter just sighed. “Yes, I’m fine,” He smiled, despite hating the fact he lied.

Was Tony going to get eight hours of sleep? Peter didn’t know, but, he did go into bed around the time Peter usually did before getting Tony. They were just laying together, Pete was resting his head on Tony’s shoulder, watching Tony’s screen as he scrolled through apps and the web.

Occasionally, Peter would tell him to go back up so he could read something and Tony had no problem doing so. Though, Peter eventually got tired, so he closed his eyes and began drifting off, the sound of Tony’s heartbeat in his ears.

Though, Tony woke him up gently with his voice. “Pete?”

“hm?” Peter asked, not opening his eyes.

“Is Leeds pregnant?”

That got Peter to open his eyes. He shot up, Tony quickly removing his arm before it broke from Peter’s quick movements. “Wha- What - Wh - Why? What? Why - Why would you think that?”

“Look,” Tony said, Showing Peter what he saw, and there it was, headline and all, Peter and Ned, walking out of the store, prenatal gummies in a bag, talking and all. The headline read something simple as ‘Peter Parker and Ned Leeds caught in public and a Convenience Store buying what?’ Peter grabbed Tony’s phone and began reading.

It wasn’t really accusing anyone of anything, more of speculations, one guy hit the nail on the head, saying Ned was buying them for Peter, the rest were saying how Peter Parker’s best friend could be expecting. Which apparently was exciting.

It was a dumb headline that was unnecessary, but I guess if a baby may be involved in the famous Tony Stark’s life, people want to know. Plus, the company needed money.

“Um,” Peter swallowed the lump in his throat. “Actually,”

Tony didn’t really have a lot of emotion on his face so Peter just bit the bullet. “Tony, Ned isn’t pregnant, but um, I - I - I,” He sighed. “I’m the one that’s pregnant,”

Silence.

It was probably only for like, three seconds, but it felt like years to Peter. Tony’s emotionless expression turned happy as he dropped the StarkPhone and leaped to wrap Peter in a hug.

“Pete? Are you serious?” He smiled, kissing Peter’s head. “This is great,”

Peter was shocked. “Wait? Seriously? This is good for you?”

“Are you kidding? Why wouldn’t it be, they’ll be so perfect, just like you, and they’ll grow and they’ll be so little and, and - you want this right?” Tony asked, pulling away from the hug, his hands still on Peter’s shoulders.

Peter was beginning to cry. “Yes,” He smiled even though he was still crying. “I want this,”

Tony hugged him again. “Oh, this is so amazing, when did you find out?”

“A few weeks ago,”

Tony brought his head back. “What! Why didn’t you tell me?”

Peter wiped his face, even though more tears came down. “I was just scared,”

“Awe, Baby, no,” Tony cooed, pulling him into another hug. “Why were you scared?”

Peter kept wiping his tears away, and luckily, they were slowly stopping. “I don’t know, I thought maybe that you wouldn’t want it and then -”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Tony asked being as gentle as possible. “Why would I ever not want this? Want you? Want anything and everything with you?”

“I was just worried that like, with everything that went on, and is going on, I wouldn’t want to trouble you and then I was afraid we’d split up and I just didn’t want to lose you yet,” Peter said, his hands wrapped around himself and Tony just shook his head.

“Nothing you could do would ever make me want to leave you,”

part three is posted :)

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two pink lines; part one

part one

this has probably been done before, but i love pregnant peter, so let’s gooo :)

so tumblr deleted links, but part two is out.

Peter’s day was shit to begin with. He woke up late, and almost as soon as he did finally wake up, he rushed himself to the bathroom before vomiting into the toilet. So, to wash of the feeling one can only describe as ‘ew’ off of him, he took a shower.

All he wanted to do was sit with Tony and cry, he couldn’t explain why he wanted to cry, but he just wanted to, because it would make him feel better. Though, he didn’t want to bother his boyfriend, so instead, he cried in the shower.

I mean, he had just felt bad so bad recently. He assumed he was getting sick, because for the past month he just felt kind of icky sometimes, but it was bipolar. Sometimes, it didn’t bother him, but sometimes he just felt like sitting with Tony and not doing anything else.

After a very good cry, he still felt shitty (which didn’t usually happen) something about today was just making Peter want to jump off Stark Tower. He dried himself off and sat on the bed, which he and Tony shared, but Tony was absent from now. He had his towel wrapped around his waist.

He couldn’t will himself to put on jeans. So, he just stared at the outfit he had planned the night before and shook his head. He was wearing joggers with a hoodie today and he didn’t give a shit. He begrudgingly stripped himself of his towel, then put on the black joggers with a maroon MIT hoodie, which belonged to Tony.

After putting on some basic ass converse, Peter dragged himself out of their room and plopped himself down next to Tony, who was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone while the TV droned on in the background.

Tony titled down his phone and looked over at Peter with one eyebrow raised. “You good, kid?” He asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

“No,” He said shortly, worming his way over to get closer to Tony. “I can’t do it,”

Tony let out a small laugh. “Do what?”

Peter just shrugged and rested his head against Tony’s thigh. Tony chuckled. “Why don’t you just play hookie?” The older man suggested, his hand finding its way in Pete’s hair.

Peter sighed, the suggestion tempting, but he shook his head. “I can’t, Ned and MJ will be mad at me because in seventh, a special guest is coming to talk to us, and if I’m not their, they’ll blame me for why it sucked,”

“That doesn’t make sense,” Tony said, not able to understand the way Peter’s two friends thought process worked.

“I know,” Pete sighed.

Peter arrived at school ten minutes before the bell rang, which was fine or whatever, but Flash also happened to be waiting by the door, and no one else was around, which meant when Flash shot a punch to his face, no one was there to react, so Flash proceeded to grab the back of his bag and pull, resulted in something not exactly enjoyable.

Finally, once the bell rang, Peter was able to get away because Flash’s friends had caught up with him. Peter brought a hand to his eye and winced at the soreness.

Once he got to class, he had about so much notes to take he couldn’t feel his hand. Then, in third period, he had a test and he wasn’t able to focus, so he failed. At lunch, he was really hungry, but he had spilt his lunch, thanks to Flash.

So the day went on and it just sucked, there wasn’t another word for it.

What probably made the day SO bad was the ‘special guest’ that everyone knew was going to suck, but they didn’t realize how bad it was. It was a safe sex class.

Not only that, but it showed the signs of pregnancy in an Omega, and what to do when something like that happened.

Options were introduced, blah blah, and Peter didn’t give a shit about safe sex, he and Tony have been together since he was 15, now he’s 18 and in Senior year. He’d been with Tony for three years and they hadn’t slept with anyone else. They were good.

The symptoms though, that’s what worried him.

He didn’t think anything of it until they started speaking about vomiting, how it mainly happened in mornings. That’s what grabbed his attention, but nothing worried him until he heard about how pregnant Omega’s can feel sluggish, bloated, tired, sad, mad, and a assload of other emotions, but on steriods.

Omega’s can become needy, and psychologically have a need for their Alpha, which sounded pathetic to Peter, but in reality, it made some type of sense.

Peter’s hand went to his stomach. no, it’s not possible. He looked at MJ and there was nothing but panic in his eyes. He would want to also tell Ned, but he had fallen asleep.

“Dude, what’s wrong,”

Peter didn’t reply, only continued staring at his friend, his leg bouncing. MJ kept eyeing him and they tried to have a telepathic conversation, MJ wasn’t getting the message.

“Peter?”

“I need - MJ - I think I’m pregnant,”

MJ’s face contorted. “No,” She said. “You’re a hypochondriac, you’re hearing the systems and freaking out,”

Peter shook his head. “No, I’m telling you,” He said, his voice a harsh whisper. “I need to go and find a test, now, I need to -”

“Okay, it’ll be okay, we’ll run by the store and you can piss on it and find out you’re being ridiculous,”

Peter knew he wasn’t being ridiculous.

After school, Peter and MJ drove to the convenience store. MJ parked the car and waited for Peter to climb out but he quickly shook his head. “I can’t get it!” He said. “Ever sense Stark and I came out to the public, people have been observing our every move, if I walk in there and buy a fucking pregnancy test and get caught, Tony will hear about it, and I would like for him not to know,”

MJ sighed. “Fine, but watch your fucking language, the baby can hear you,” She teased, but Peter didn’t find it funny in the slightest. MJ laughed. “Jesus Christ, I’m kidding,”

MJ walked out and slammed the door, Peter was left alone. He started thinking of everything that would happen if he was pregnant. He would get bullied for being the slut that was a huge ass slutty being slutty like a slut for a billionaire and then got pregnant by him like a slutty slut.

He was going to be dubbed as a slut. He was already accused of being a victim, a sugar baby, and a gold digger, and now, add slut to the list.

Granted, Tony was also being called a Rapist and Pedophille.

But still, now Peter was going to be a pregnant slut, that was only in it for the money, and was being taken advantage of.

If only the media really knew.

He was also going to have to quit school because he wouldn’t expect Tony to stay, and he wouldn’t want to force him too. Peter should have remembered to take his pill. It was his fault.

He would never become a famous scientist, he would never be able to - his thoughts were cut off by a Video call from Tony.

Peter wiped the tears that had formed, checking himself out in the reflection that showed up before answering, making sure his face wasn’t red or swollen from crying.

“Hey, Tone,” Peter said, trying to act normal.

Tony was all smiles, you know, looking like his beautiful self. “Pete, when are you getting home? You’re like an hour later than usual,”

Peter nodded, “Yeah, I’m sorry, MJ needed some eyeliner because her family has this thing tom-”

“Hey, bitch ass I got y -” MJ said as she climbed in the car, but Peter cut her off.

“The eyeliner?” He asked, way too aggressively.

Tony just laughed. “Both of you, so weird, I’ll see you soon Peter?”

“Yes, of course, see you soon, - goodbye - wait, what’s for dinner?”

“Pizza?”

Peter nodded. “Okay, bye, love you,”

“Love you, too,”

“Well? Go piss,” MJ said shortly, throwing the bag in his direction. Softness wasn’t MJ’s specialty but Peter knew she cared.

“No, I can’t Tony’s waiting on me,”

MJ rolled her eyes, and drove off for Tony’s home.

“Tony!” He called out as he walked in the door. “I’m here,”

Tony was in the kitchen looking at a recipe on the holographic image displayed via StarkPhone. He was literally making a pizza. Not buying one from fucking dominos, Peter loved this man so much, and it hurt him as he felt the pregnancy test in his hoodie pocket.

They ate dinner and it was nice. Everything was calm and the pizza tasted amazing. Tony asked him about his day and Peter gave him a short answer before returning the questions. Tony had done something awesome in the lap like he always did.

Peter couldn’t ruin his genius with a baby, so, if he was pregnant - Oh Christ, it would suck.

Tony and Peter went to take a shower (after Peter hid the test behind a bunch of shit in the mirror-cabinet.) They didn’t have shower sex, because believe it or not, sometimes they did just enjoy each other’s company.

Yet, this time, it wasn’t enjoyable, because Peter couldn’t help thinking, this could be the last time.

Tony was working in the lab instead of sleeping because he’s a fuCKING DUMBASS, and Peter rolled himself out of bed and into the bathroom.

He pulled the test out of the cabinet and braced himself for the worst. He took the test and waited for the longest two minutes of his life.

When his timer went off, and he looked down at the stick, he saw the two pink lines and cried, covering his hand over his mouth to block out his audible sobs.

!!part two is out, to read now, click here (never mind, thank you porn bots who got link ‘deleted’)

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yours

the title doesn’t make sense really, but for the whole like ‘mine’ ‘his’ title thing, ‘yours’ makes sense i guess, anyway. this is like a part three, and it’s all thanks to: @stereksoulmates like damn, they made this simple brain think of so many things and guys. smut ahead(i haven’t written smut in months, so im hella sorry for however it turns out) (recommended: read other two parts first)

if you found this, it has two more parts, ‘mine’ and ‘his’ i would provide you links but tumblr goofed up and tried to help people with removing links, but still. im hella sorry. this site is falling apart at the seems, but that’s okay, because i love it.

Peter pulled Tony away from the rest of the crowd, including the whore that was rubbing up against him.

“Pete, where are we going?” Tony asked, following after his boyfriend.

“To a supply closet to have sex,” Peter said shortly, not elaborating in the slightest. Tony let the options run through his head of the pros and cons, and while the cons list was long since being caught would be bad, he should be there spreading his name, and people would be wondering why he wasn’t there, the pros list was ‘hot sex with peter’ so that beat everything.

Tony followed after Peter into a closet and the boy immediately began shedding the layers of himself, discarding the parts of the suit onto the floor, Tony didn’t hesitate to do the same. Tony didn’t even have time to unbutton his trousers before Peter had jumped up on him, wrapping his legs around his waist.

The persistence on this kid will never stop amazing Tony. There lips connected and Peter smiled into the kiss. The younger male was basically bouncing with anticipation as his member grew more erect against his boyfriend.

Peter was hyped on emotion, yeah, everyone knew about his relations with the billionaire, but people still wanted to blatantly ignore it. So, he was going to be fucked by Tony until they both smelt of nothing but sex.

Maybe it was animalistic and weird, Peter didn’t know at this moment, all he knew was Tony was his, and everyone needed to know that. Peter felt Tony getting harder, so, obedient, he unwrapped his legs from around the taller male, and dropped to his knees.

He began slowly unbuckling Tony’s pants, looking up at him through his eye lashes. Tony was looking back down at the younger boy contently, smiling slightly at his pure beauty. Peter, after the belt was unbuckled, began unbuttoning Tony’s dress pants, and finally zipping down the zipper, before tugging the pants down around his ankles.

Without hesitation, Peter licked from the base to the tip, taking in the taste of Tony. He braced his hands on the others thighs, and slowly began teasing the tip, smiling at the noises that avalnaged out of the older man’s mouth.

Peter kept swirling his tongue around the tip, grazing over the top, making Tony lean his head back in pleasure. Eventually, Tony couldn’t take the teasing and gripped the back of Peter’s hair, forcing the young man to take more of his cock.

Peter, bless him, had barely any gag reflex as he took in Tony’s full length, more than happy to be doing so. He bobbed his head, taking Tony in and out, drool dripping down his chin. The thought that anyone could walk in at anytime only made Peter hornier. Yeah, he didn’t know what was wrong with him either, but at the time, being caught on his knees for Mister Tony - fucking - Stark was really hot.

The older man kept a firm grip on the kids head, thrusting into his mouth occasionally when he couldn’t resist any longer. Tony loved the feeling of Peter’s tight, wet throat surrounding his member, how Peter focused on that one thing - sucking his cock - more than anything else, more than himself and his own desires.

The mere thought nearly pushed Tony over the edge. He avoided the temptation of cumming all over Peter’s face and removed himself from the peach pink lips belonging to the boy. “You gonna let Daddy fuck your ass real good?” Tony asked, slipping into a very deep space.

Peter moaned weakly at the thought while nodding his head slightly. Tony caught his lips in a kiss, then pulled away, making direct eye contact with his boyfriend. “You need to use your words, Baby Boy, or I won’t know what you want,”

The other almost couldn’t respond with more than a weak ‘please’ which barely escaped his swollen lips. That’s all Tony would press for as he finished kicking off his pants. He turned around and tossed off all the junk that was on the shelves.

Peter made a shocked noise as a loud noise was formed from the collision. Tony didn’t bat an eye as he quickly, but carefully, moved Peter over. The younger boy got the hint, spreading his legs and resting his elbows on the shelf top.

Tony bent over and spread Peter’s ass, looking at the piece of art before licking the flat of his tongue over it. Peter let out a moan, not holding back a single noise, once again, the idea of being caught making everything 30 x better.

Tony ate the other man out, getting Peter wet, before slipping a finger in. Peter, who was partially still stretched from there little episode before the gala, felt warm around his finger. Soon, he added another one.

Two turned to three, and three to four. Tony felt that one spot that had Peter moaning his name like a good little whore and began poking at it, teasing the younger, making him grow even more hard, so hard, it became painful.

“Please,” Peter panted. “Pah, ah, please,”

Tony removed his fingers from Peter’s hole, lowering his head once more, letting spit fall, he then rubbed his cock against Pete’s entrance, Peter moaning in anticipation. “Da- ah- addy, please,” he panted, subconsciously spreading his legs further apart, wanting to be fucked so badly.

“Your wish is my command, princess,”

Tony thrusted roughly into Peter, who let out a scream at the new, but familiar, sensation. Tony didn’t even dare to start out slow. He fucked into Peter relentlessly, showing no mercy and no sign of stopping anytime soon.

Peter was a mess of moans as Tony kept it up, wrapping his hand around Peter’s throat, applying light pressure. “Might want to keep it down? Don’t want someone finding out? Hm? Someone walking in here, let them see how I make you my little bitch? We wouldn’t want that now would we?” Tony whispered sinfully in Peter’s ear, all while still drilling into him.

The young man couldn’t form a sentence, just a string of incoharent moans. Tony practically growled in Peter’s ear. “Show them how I fuck you like a little whore, claim your ass and pin you down,”

“Y- Y- ah- Yes,” Peter sputtered out, his cock hard and pressed against his stomach.

Tony removed his hand from Peter’s neck and brought it down to his cock and began pumping, and moments later the younger boy had came, his load covering Tony’s hand. Peter tilted his head back as Tony’s fingers found there way into his mouth. The younger man began swirling his tongue over the digits, tasting himself on his boyfriend.

And only a few more thrusts had Tony filling Peter up with his seed. He stayed in for a few moments, catching his breath and leaving gentle kisses on Peter’s shoulders. Peter had his head hung and was panting heavily.

“I’ll fuck you whenever you want kid, but why now?” Tony finally said, laughing slightly, after a while. Peter let out a laugh that made Tony’s heart do flips.

“Oh, no reason,”

Yet there was a reason. After cleaning up with Peter’s boxers (despite Peter’s light protests) the two men looked exactly like you would imagine post-sex. Peter separated from Tony as he went to talk to his fellow rich people and went searching for the whore in the gold dress.

He didn’t even try and hide the red marks on his neck, or the small limp he couldn’t help. “Hey,” He spoke. He pointed towards Tony who had a dark purple hickey on his neck. “Whose is he?”

Peter couldn’t help but smile as the girl scoffed, looking Peter up and down, speaking sourly.

“Yours,”

(agh, cringe, i can’t believe how rusty i am at writing smut. i guess that’ll mean i’ll have to write more for practice)

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12 days of Christmas (ft. Starker)

Hello everyone! So, I really love Christmas. Big time. And I really love Starker, obviously, so I decided I’d do a little christmas challenge. I invite you all to join the challenge, of course!

Day 1 (Dec. 13th): Christmas tree decorating Day 2 (Dec. 14th): Dancing at a Christmas party  Day 3 (Dec. 15th): Ice skating  Day 4 (Dec. 16th): Mistletoe Day 5 (Dec. 17th): Matching Christmas sweaters Day 6 (Dec. 18th): Snowman and/or snowball fight Day 7 (Dec. 19th): Gift wrapping and/or opening presents Day 8 (Dec. 20th): Tony (or) Peter dresses up as Santa Day 9 (Dec. 21th): Tony (or) Peter got sick, and the other takes care of him Day 10 (Dec. 22th): Christmas traditions Day 11 (Dec. 23th): Someone drank too much eggnog Day 12 (Dec. 24th): Peter (or) Tony is supposed to be away for Christmas, but makes it back just in time and surprises the other. 

Guidelines

1. Have fun! 2. You can do as many prompts as you would like; you don’t have to do all of them to participate.  3. The setting can be canon, or in any kind of AU.  4. I will be tracking the #starkerchristmas tag to share everything on my blog. For NSFW reblogs: please make sure it is clearly stated that Peter is 18 and older.  5. I will also have a StarkerChristmas2018 Collection on AO3 for those who post there as well!

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posted that i was doing this on my main blog and had to lie to like three people saying ‘i meant it platonically’ haha. ha. ha. 

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his

part two. if you wanna read part one, i would provide a link, but tumblr basically made links bad so - sorry:( also there’s a part three ‘yours’

(sort of part two to my little thingy called ‘mine’ but not really because they have almost nothing to do with each other except for they have the same plot kind of - idk)

Reporters, other famous people, even people Tony had paid to work were flirting with him and it was pissing Peter off more than usual. He was pretty good at ignoring it, especially since he knew Tony loved him, plus he hadn’t had much of a defense to tell the people that were flirting with Tony, because they hadn’t come out as a couple until a month ago.

Yet, now, even with their relationship out in the open, he had more of a right to be angry. I mean, there ‘coming out’ to speak, as a couple was very large news, there was no way these people didn’t know about his relationship.

So, as he sat there by the bar, which he couldn’t even get anything at - so he should have just left and allowed someone of age to sit there and get a drink - but he was too mad to think rationally. I mean why wasn’t Tony even attempting to say something?

Their relationship wasn’t a secret! He could tell them why he wasn’t flirting back! He had a reason and he wasn’t using it! Peter had all right in the world to be pissed. It wasn’t fair to him, not in the slightest.

Was Tony aware that he could literally SEE what was happening? Was Tony flirting with his fans? No, but he sure wasn’t putting a stop to it. The entire situation made the young boy’s blood boil.

And he was going to just allow it to keep going, he really was. He was going to do what he usually did. Sit down, watch, and laugh with Tony about how thirsty they all were when the party was over.

He was going to go stand by Happy and wait like he usually did. He was going to politely turn down drinks as people offered them, as he usually did, reasoning how he wasn’t of age for drinking yet.

He would occasionally check his phone, if people asked him what he was doing here, he would - instead of saying ‘I’m Mister Stark’s Intern’ he would replace it with ‘I’m Tony’s Boyfriend’ - but either way, he would make it obvious that he wasn’t used to settings like this.

He would share a smile with Tony, who was doing his job and getting his name out there, throughout the night, turning away as he blushed, just as he normally did.

But then he saw one girl get too close - like pressed against him, and Tony even knew that was too much, Peter could tell because of how he, the famous Tony Stark himself, looked a little uncomfortable.

Peter couldn’t take it anymore. He pushed through people, apologizing (but using a pissed off voice, because he was too mad to fake it right now) He was a man on a mission and no billionaire in a fancy outfit was going to stop him.

Peter walked over to Tony and death starred at the whore that was on the opposite side. At the site of Peter, the girls face turned into a disgusted look.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Tony’s face dropped, angry, as if he was about to say something, but Peter beat him to it.

“His, bitch,”

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quick lil’ note

a) writing and content, in general, will be back soon - basically sorry for the inactivity.

b) if you have any writing prompts, please send me some! like as long as it’s not anti-starker, just request for it in my ask thingie (of course that’s only if you wanna)

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trans!pete coming out

okay but can we take a second and imagine how amazing tony would be if/when peter came out as trans. like lets put aside the canon time line and say peter had identified with Karen Parker (i read somewhere that he named his suit karen to assosioate his dead-name with something positive bc it helps some) while he was with tony.

- peter meeting tony and finding him daddy material bc look at him. -finding out tony is great. -they do it, you know, like a daddy and his little 'girl' do. -peter has always hated his body, he just never knew why, he assumed it was bc his boobs were too small, and his curves weren't enough, not the fact they were too much. -knowing tony loved what he hated about himself, but still hating it.

and yeah, that's cute, but now imagine... -peter finding out that he's not a girl, he isn't Karen. He's Peter. He is, and always has been a he. -so now, he knows what's 'wrong with him' but he's scared because he loves tony, and doesn't want tony to leave, but he's knows he isnt a girl, he's spiderMAN. -so he keeps it to himself for a good bit because telling his Daddy is going to be really scary.

and then he cant hold it back anymore. -so Peter and Tony were doing the frickity frack and they just finished, and Tony was cuddling Pete, or as he knew it now, Karen, kissing him, loving him, and they take a warm bath, and get cleaned up and tony dresses Peter up in his pretty blue pajamas, (bc peter wanted blue bc even if tony didn't know why his colors went from way too much pink (bc thats what 'karen' was supposed to want? right) to blue, but now he had a lot of blue) -anyway, tony cleaned off the bed before hand and now they were cuddling on the fresh new sheets, tony was you know, being supportive and just amazing, and then he said 'you were such, a good girl for daddy,'

-peter decided it was time. -he sat upp, removing himself from tony's arms, backing away a bit as if he was going to disgust tony. -"I need to talk to you about something, and I also want to apologize for not telling you sooner," -tony is nothing but concerned, only wanting the best for, as he knew, Karen. He sat up more, putting on a serious face. 'you know you can tell me anything,' -i mean, peter knew tony wasn't against lgbtqiap+ or anything, but there's a difference in supporting and being in a hetero relationship to all the sudden having a trans boyfriend, so peter was really scared. -"I know, you love me, but you also know I don't really love myself," -"Ka-" -"Please just listen, i dont love myself how I am, and i love you, and im sorry that im this way, and it's okay it you dont want to stay -" you know, peter is just going through the list of how it's all his fault and tony should hate him bc he is in a faint headspace and thats just how he gets.

so after almost breaking into tears, peter looks at tony and frowns. 'im not a girl, daddy, im think - i know i'm a boy,' -tony looks at Peter, for just a few seconds, maybe thirty, his mind rushing, but not making a face. and yes, it's thirty seconds, thirty deserved seconds, but to peter, it feels like hours. -tony just smiles and brings peter into a hug, 'you know i am going to love you no matter what, baby boy,' -and then peter cries and tony goes through the name thing and helps pete out of bed the next morning and they cut his hair and its amazing and yeah i just had this concept in my idea for awhile, but never wrote it down and it could get better but still.

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subdrop

Peter and Tony were laying on their bed, it was probably after the roughest sex they had ever had. I mean, their relationship was new and before tonight, they hadn’t really explored any kinks, just had sex, which it wasn’t boring, it couldn’t be boring with Peter, fuck, Tony thought it was great, but tonight, it was so much more - well - harder.

So, Tony was a bit worried when he saw his young lover sitting up, his knees hugged to his chest and his eyes having a glossy, far away look. Tony decided to sit up with him and placed a hand on Peter. The younger boy jumped slightly from the touch.

“Kid, are you okay?” Tony asked softly, carefully placing his hand back on Peter. This time, Peter didn’t jump away but instead turned to face Tony. His eyes were still glassy and when he blinked, tears came out, but Peter’s face was still blank, basically showing no expression. He seemed like he was in some sort of dream-like state.

Peter turned himself around a bit, so he was facing his boyfriend. Tony did the same, trying to figure out what Peter needed. “Did I go too far?”

Peter shook his head no. The tears that had spilled out previously were slowly drying on his face. The younger male reached his hand up to touch Tony’s face, the pale fingertips rubbing Tony’s facial hair, finding the texture comforting.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong?” Tony asked, kissing Peter’s wrist once it was brought up close enough. Peter showed no sign of hearing the question and continued to touch the rough facial hair, Peter showed no sign of stopping, not making any other movements except for soft, sweet touches.

“Pete?” Tony asked after a while, reaching up to grab the pale wrist belonging to his boyfriend. “What’s wrong,”

“I don’t know,” Peter said, about to cry, he didn’t know why he was crying but it felt so easy to just let it out.

“Pete, hey kid, don’t cry, hey no,” Tony said, tracing his hands down Peter’s arms and wrapping his hands around his hips, pulling him slightly. “It’s okay, what’s wrong?”

“I just -” Peter began. “I feel like I wasn’t good enough, and I know it’s dumb, and I feel n- numb, like - I’m so sorry,” Peter began, more tears rolling down his face. “I’m sorry, sorry, sorry,”

“Hey, babe, no, don’t apologize, you were perfect, okay? Absolutely perfect,”

Peter perked up slightly, looking up to meet his boyfriends gaze through teary eyes. “I - I was?” He hiccuped.

“Of course,” Tony laughed lightly at how dumb Peter’s insecurities were, but he didn’t take them lightly, he pulled Peter close, running his hands through the light brown hair sitting on the top of his head. “You make me so happy, and you’re so good, why would you think any different?”

Peter didn’t answer but just let out muffled cries into Tony’s chest. He enjoyed the skin on skin contact. “Can I do anything to help?” Tony asked. “You know I don’t like seeing you sad,”

“I’m s-sorry,” Peter stuttered, trying to stop crying now.

Tony rocked back and forth a little. “No, no, Peter don’t apologize, I didn’t mean it like that, you know that, I just want to make it better,”

“I - I just don’t know what to do, I keep crying and I feel so sad, and I just -”

“Don’t freak out about it, okay?” Tony said, kissing the top of Peter’s head. “F.R.I.D.A.Y?”

“Yes,”

“Can you help diagnose Pete?” Tony said, still holding Peter close, who was mumbling apologies.

“From the symptoms I picked up on, he is experiencing something called subdrop.” Friday finished.

“Hey it’s okay, Petey - okay thanks Fri, elaborate?” Tony said just doing his best to comfort Peter.

“Subdrop can be defined as when after a ‘scene’ the sub can experience an adrenaline and endorphin drop, causing multiple symptoms in different people.”

“See Pete, it’s normal, it’s okay, you don’t need to apologize. Fri, can you try and inform me on how to help?”

“Usually the sub just needs help to be transitioned back into everyday life. A term called ‘Aftercare’ can usually help,”

Tony thanked the AI before leaning a little bit away from Peter so he could make eye contact. “See, it’s okay, let’s go try and help you, okay? Baby, come on, let’s try and take a bath, okay? And then we’ll try to eat some food, because you’re shaking, are you okay?”

“I’m sorry, I’m fine, I’m so sorry,” Peter said, he wasn’t like sobbing, but just tears rolling down his face, continually now.

Tony’s heart was shattering at the sight but knew telling him to stop apologizing, would just require him to feel obligated to apologize. The billionaire was familiar with the term Aftercare. Subdrop was very new to him, but Aftercare was not, but he only knew it as massaging lotion into rope burns, giving water, basic things.

So, this was new to Tony, but he was going to try and make it better for Peter. “Wanna go sit in the bath? Hm?”

Peter was gliding his hands over Tony’s arms, as if grounding himself to something. He just nodded, when Tony tried to get away, Peter let go with a whimper and held himself. The sight broke Tony more, so he walked over to the other side of the bed and picked him up. Peter was apologizing again. Maybe if he wasn’t such a nice person, he wouldn't be apologizing, but Peter was Peter. And Peter always blamed himself for anything.

Once Peter was safe in tony’s arms, they walked over into the very large bathroom and Tony placed Peter on the bathroom sink. “Hey, can you wait here for a second, okay?” Tony wanted to say more but he didn’t know what to say, he knew nothing about anything and that killed him because Peter looked so sad.

Peter nodded and began tapping his fingers lightly on the ceramic countertop. Tony began the tub, putting in bubbles, not knowing which smell Peter would like the most, but he went with the most empty one, because clearly Peter had liked it, and Tony could just buy him more if he was saving that bit.

While the tub was filling up, Tony walked over to Peter, who had spread his legs so the man could get closer to him. Tony took his hand and grabbed Peter’s chin lightly. “Hey,”

“Hi,” Peter mumbled. He wasn’t really making eye contact which worried Tony, because he was so out of it. Usually Tony would snap his fingers in front of the kids face and that would be it, but it was different this time. It was a endorphin drop and snapping fingers would just make it worse.

Tony tried figuring out what was going on but soon the tub was filled so he removed himself from Peter and turned off the tap. He walked back over and picked Peter up again walking him over to the tub. To avoid slippering mess he placed Peter down so he could get in the tub.

Tony climbed in behind Peter and pulled him back against his chest gently. Tony kissed Peter’s shoulder who showed no reaction. Tony thought the kid just looked really depressed and it scared him, Peter was also bright and happy.

“Hey,” Tony smiled, his fingers poking lightly at Peter’s sides, trying to get a giggle out of him. Tony kept moving his fingers around a bit, tickling the younger boy. Eventually Peter had let out a small giggle moving his legs a little bit. “There’s that pretty little laugh,”

Tony kept tickling Peter lightly the boy letting out small giggles. “O -Okay, s- stop, I can’t breath,” He laughed, so Tony ceased the tickling with a kiss to Peter’s shoulder again.

Tony reached for a loofa so he could help clean Peter off, rather it be sweat or cum, “We can talk about it when you want, but it’s okay if you don’t want to,” Tony whispered, rubbing the green sponge on the pale arms.

Peter made a noise of agreement, but didn’t speak. He was more aware now, which was comforting.

Tony asked Peter to turn around so he could clean off his stomach. Peter nodded and did just that, Tony began cleaning off his stomach and Peter was now smiling a bit and the glassy look was gone from his eyes. “T -Thank you,”  He mumbled. Tony smiled.

“It’s completely fine, okay? You were so good for me, okay?” Tony said, kissing Peter’s forehead. Peter smiled and looked up.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to f-freak out like that,” Peter apologized. “I just -”

“No, don’t apologize, baby,” Tony said. “You couldn’t help it, and we won’t go as far next time, maybe we - I - pushed you too far,”

Peter perked his head up quickly. “No!” Peter said. “No it wasn’t that,” Peter said, lowering his voice back to regular volume. “It was so perfect, I loved it, it was perfect, so good, probably the best I’ve ever had,” Peter said, boosting Tony’s ego even more. “And I freaking loved it,” Peter said. “I just hated after when it all happened, it made me feel sick,”

Tony smiled lightly. “Okay, so we’ll figure it out, research more on what’s happening, it’ll be okay, I know what it’s called now, we’ll figure out what helps it not hurt as much,”

Peter nodded and smiled. “I am sorry, though,”

“It’s not your fault, Petey, you don’t need to say sorry, I should say sorry, because I didn’t know what to do, I should’ve known,”

“That’s dumb, you couldn’t have known,”

Tony just sighed while smiling. “I love you,”

“I love you, too, Tony, so much,” Peter smiled, wrapping his arms around Tony’s bare chest. Tony rubbed Peter’s back.

“Are you feeling any better?”

“Less sad, I guess, but I still feel like, physically sick,”

“Well, we'll figure that out soon, baby,”

||author's note; hey guys, so i hope this was fun or whatever, i just fucking love starker so when i got this idea i was like y e s, feel free to request anything or check out my other works, which is only one so far, but still||

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“mine”

part one ||part two and three are out||

dedicated to: @allthingstarker it’s really short, but here ya go

so i wrote something, creds for the idea go to this lovely human-being, @allthingstarker , your blog is awesome and one of the first blogs i came across when i started saying ‘fuck it’ and let myself fall in love with this beautiful ship.

Tony was just now arriving in Italy, his private jet landing at the airport. He put down his drink and readjusted his suit jacket, standing up and waving off the flight attendant. The jet door opened and Tony walked down the stairs, bracing himself for the crowd of people that would pounce on him as soon as he got out to the public.

The billionaire already has his guards on his side, mainly to make sure no one got to close. Safety precautions, really.

The first wave of people wasn’t very large, rando’s all tired from getting off plans, or bored out of their minds in the middle of a chaotic scramble to load onto plans.

It was when he left the airport, reporters were waiting for him and wanting to learn even just a portion of new information to make a below average article off of one sentence and build false rumors off of it. Happened almost every time.

“Mister Stark, can you give us any information on what The Avengers plan on doing now?”

“Not my place to say,” He answered as he pushed his way through the crowd, looking at the lights that would flash when pictures were taken and the microphones in his face.

“Mister Stark, New heroes have been spotted around the world? Do you know anything about that?”

“Nothing I care to tell you about,”

“There’s been rumors regarding you and your intern, Peter Parker, what can you say about him?”

Tony only answer with a smirk.

After that one question, more inquiries about the teen were asked.

“Is Peter Parker more than just your intern? Is he apart of the Avengers as well?”

“Peter Parker has been rumored to be one of the hottest new celebrities, people swoon over him,”

That upset Tony. People. Looking at his Peter?

“Of there’s one thing you would like to tell fans about Peter Parker, what would it be?”

Tony paused for a second, looking the reporter that asked him the question directly in the eye before smirking. “Mine,”

There was a silence and Tony walked through the crowd, still with a smirk plastered onto his face as he waited for the audience's shock to go away.

“Wait… MISTER STARK -”