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valiantphantomangel · 4 months

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A/n: this is my delayed Christmas gift to you all, I hope you enjoy and a happy new year 🎊 🫶.

New years shenanigans

"Y/N get out of bed, the fireworks are about to start!" Robert yelled from downstairs and you groan before pulling a pillow over your head to silence the shouting.

You and the marvel cast were invited by RDJ to spend the night at his mansion to celebrate the New Year and watch the fireworks since his mansion looked over the city.

But you being you, got tired and decided to take a nap (over sleeping and not wanting to leave the warmth of the bed) and now it was almost midnight when the fireworks would start.

"I swear to god come down now or me, Hiddleston and Evans will come and drag you down!"

"But this bed is so warm" you whined softly as you snuggled further under the blankets.

"Alright that's it" Robert yelled and you heard 3 pairs of footsteps coming upstairs, you squealed and quickly pulled the blankets over your head to hide before the door was opened.

You heard them coming closer before Tom Hiddleston ripped your blanket off and tackled you onto the bed as you tried to run away.

"Now that's not very polite Little Dove" Tom mused as Chris Evans pulled your arms over your head and Robert took your feet in a chokehold to keep them still.

"SorRYHAHHAHAHA" i burst out laughing as Tom suddenly digged into my ribs.

"What did you say? I couldn't quite hear you there, did you hear her Evans"? Robert said with a grin as he traced your soles.

"Nope I didn't understand a thing" Chris grinned and tickled your neck softly.

"GHAHAHHHA YOU JERK'SHAHHAHAHAH"!

They all faux gasped and you knew you were done for, all of them went full in on your death spots.

It. Was. Torture.

Your scream of laughter went through the mansion as you trashed around, your face red from all the laughing.

"Are you going to come out of bed now?" Tom asked with a smirk as he looked down at you.

"YESHAHHAHAHA"!

"You promise?"

"I PROMISEHIHIHIHIHIHI"!

They let you go and you immediately curled up into a ball "i hate you guys" you mutter with some soft giggles as the ghost tickles slowly went away.

"You love us, now come on or we are gonna be late for the fireworks" Chris smiled and pulled you to your feet.

You all rushed downstairs to the rest of the cast who stood outside, counting down the last seconds of 2023.

"They got you too huh"? Scarlet asked as she wrapped her arm around your shoulders.

"Yeah" you said with a soft chuckle.

"Those three are a serious pain sometimes" Sebastian said as he stood next to you.

"Oh you love us" Chris grinned as he punched Sebastian shoulder and quickly stood next to Hemsworth for protection as Seb looked at him daringly.

"5"

"4"

"3"

"2"

"1"

"HAPPY NEW YEAR"!!

You all hugged each other as the sky littered with fireworks, illuminating the night's sky.

And as you stood there, in the arms of people who truly loved you, you couldn't believe how lucky you are.

The marvel cast is a family and you were honored to be part of it.

#tickle fic #marvel tickle #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #ticklish ribs #tickle punishment #ler!tom #tom hiddleston #chris evans #robert downey jr #RDJ #chris hemsworth #sebastian stan #scarlett johansson #new year #happy new year #marvel cast tickle

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elhnrt · 1 month

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i have been following u for a couple years at least at this point and the rdj censor continues to be SO stupidly funny to me. ur mind is a gift from the heavens. i always look forward to the next installment…

did you know there's a doge version too

#ppppp #lenask #anonymous #thank you r/dogelore for the hours of entertainment you have given me

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bratshaws · 4 months

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through the hourglass 330. brb x oc

a/n: THIS BETTER POST OR I SWEAR TO GOD(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: OH BOY ROOSTER IS HIS OWN WARNING

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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He licks his fingers clean of syrup with his eyes on her, and she has to bite the inside of her cheek as she helps Nikki cut her waffle. She felt her cheeks warm up as her husband just keeps his gaze on her, “Brad.” she tries to snap him out of it, “You are staring.”

“Mhm,” he pops a finger out, “Sure am.”

And she huffs, clearing her throat as she gives Nikki a small piece, the one year old was famished ever since she discovered waffles. “Anyway,”she continues,wiping the crumbs that stuck to Nikki’s face, “You going to meet Pete today?” he hums, propping his head up with a hand as he follows the curves on her body appreciatively.

“Hmmmm,maybe.” he is still reliving his welcome gift as he sees the very faint panty line under her shorts, was it the red one? He meets her eyes and Beatrice is even redder when he sees her face, “I mean, I’d like to see him…maybe I’ll take the kids with me.”

“Well,” and she automatically tugs her shorts a bit, “He hasn’t seen the twins in a while, or Nikki for that matter. I think he’ll like the visit.” and his eyes remained, hungrily traveling from her face to hips, while chewing his breakfast slowly.

“I like those shorts.”

She blinks,incredulously,at him, ‘Brad.”

He points at the white details on the legs with his fork, “Love how it goes,” and he moves the fork in a curve, clearly representing the curve of her ass, “Its nice.”

Rooster's gaze remained fixated on Beatrice, a playful smirk playing on his lips as he continued to appreciate the subtle details of her whole self. Beatrice, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks, cleared her throat and shifted her attention to Nikki, who was thoroughly enjoying her waffle.

"Thanks for the fashion commentary, Roos. I'll be sure to take it into account for my next wardrobe choice," Beatrice teased albeit her cheeks remained red.

Rooster chuckled, reaching for his coffee. "Just stating the facts, Bea. Gotta appreciate the finer things in life."

More sputtering so he decided to finally reply as normal as he could, “Yeah, I think he has…a lot of questions because of the whole shitbag that happened.” he sips his coffee. “A whole bag of ass, really.”

Nicole went ‘aaa’ while moving forward in hopes to get the silicone spoon as her mother brought it closer, clamping her mouth around it and chewing her breakfast with a little grin, “I mean,” Beatrice begins, not taking her eyes off of Nikki, wiping her face again, “It was very messy Roos. Mark and….well…why did he do that anyway? Jealousy?”

Rooster leaned back in his chair, his expression growing serious as he considered Beatrice's question. "Jealousy, ego, a twisted sense of entitlement—I think it was a mix of all that. “

“But…he was really focused on you Roos. Just like Miranda was to me.”

"Yeah, it was like he couldn't stand the idea of me, I don’t know, not needing Pete’s influence to go up in my career?I mean,the jealousy consumed him, and he thought he could control everything and everyone around him."

Beatrice nodded solemnly, her focus shifting between Nikki and Rooster. "It's scary how people can get so fixated, obsessive? But you handled it well, Roos. And you are safe."

He offered a small smile, his eyes softening. "Course I am,gorgeous.”

A comfortable silence settled between them, the weight of the recent challenges mingling with the warmth of their shared understanding. Nikki, seemingly oblivious to the gravity of the conversation, continued to enjoy her waffle, occasionally babbling.

Beatrice, breaking the silence, asked, "Do you think Pete will have a hard time understanding the situation?"

Rooster contemplated for a moment before responding, "He might. But Pete is Pete, he just wants to make sure we are okay.” he rubs the pad of his thumb on the mug’s lip, “He wasn’t notified of anything when I was deployed, Cyclone wanted it within the group and to some higher ups.”

She nodded in understanding, her fingers gently tapping against the edge of the table. "That makes sense. Considering Mark’s aunt is one of them…is she an admiral?”

Rooster nodded, confirming her question. "Yeah, she's an admiral. It complicated things, a lot.”

“Is she going to be kicked out?”

Oh,how he loved when Bea asked things like this, the little hesitation in her tone because, while she is married to him - a Navy pilot- and has friends in the Navy AND works at a predominantly Navy bar…she still has her questions. “...I’m going to go over there and kiss you.”

“Huh?”

“You are to fuckin’ precious and I love you so much.” he smirks, sipping his coffee as she gives him a look, a confused one. “You look surprised because I said that.”

“I’m not complaining,honey,” oh, the endearing names, fuck she was the death of him through and through, “You are just getting distracted a lot.” but that little smile showed that she clearly didn’t mind.

Nicole however, did care.

She looked between her parents, Rooster to Bea then Bea to Rooster, then tapped Beatice’s wrist, “Mama.” she coos, trying to tug the hand holding the spoon towards her, a piece of waffle still sticking to it.

“Oh,oh I’m sorry honey,mama got…” they met eyes, “Distracted.”

Rooster smirks, ring and pinky finger curled against his jaw, thumb helping it up while his index and middle finger were on his cheekbone and temple, head tilted just a bit. She mouths ‘stop it’ and he replies ‘make me.’ with his eyes dropping down her body again.

“Aaa! Woffe!” and if Nikki was an emoji she’d be the personification of ‘>:(‘ because the spoon was inches away from her face and her little light brows scrunched as she tried to take a bite.

“Sorry sweetie, oh,” finally,the waffle was eaten and Bea gave him a look, pointing her finger at him, “You are so terrible.”

“Mmmmmhm.” he smiles, elongating his words as if he was oh so very pleased by that statement, squinting his eyes a bit, “I am. You know I am.” he does,however, sip the final drops of his coffee and stands up, walking over the sink, “But I’ll leave the two of you alone and check on the twins and talk to Mav.”

He stands behind her chair and kisses the top of her head, inhaling the lavender in her hair, “I love you.”

She slowly looked up at him, and smiled back, “I love you too.” he leans down to peck her lips twice, tasting the cherry lip gloss and then kissing Nicole’s head before he walks away.

Rooster's departure left a lingering warmth in the room, it was like he was the fireplace warming up the entire room. "Mama," Nikki babbled, her tiny fingers reaching for the remaining pieces of waffle on the plate. Beatrice chuckled, realizing that she might have to employ some strategic maneuvers to prevent another distraction.

"Mama's here, sweetheart," Beatrice reassured, gently wiping Nikki's face with a napkin. "Let's get you cleaned up so you can enjoy the rest of your breakfast."

Rooster drove the three kids to Mav’s place, Nicole was older, so she knew the route already - she was one year old but still - and the twins were busy looking around. He also took notice of how different the three babies were.

Nicole was talkative and she was very smart. She liked looking around and liked to touch people’s hands if she knows them…she also couldn’t hide her stank face, if she disliked you,she’d show.

While the twins were just a few months old, it was easy to see how different they were: Gavin was quiet, he liked snuggling up to his parents’ necks, he also liked to play with Beatrice’s hair and Rooster’s mustache, never tugging, just gently grabbing the pieces of hair.

Aurora, on the other hand, was very active. She liked to look around and move her neck and while neither her or Gavin could crawl yet, she sure would like to. Aurora also was louder than her sibling, she babbled a lot more and she had these moments where she’d just want to grab any piece of clothing of jewelry you had close by.

Rooster navigated the familiar streets, each turn bringing them closer to Mav's place. Nicole, ever the precocious one, sat in the back seat, enthusiastically pointing out landmarks she recognized,”Gampa Mav!”

“That’s right honey, we are going to see Mav.” he smiles as he turns the Bronco as soon as he sees Maverick waiting for them by the sidewalk.

Rooster parked the Bronco, and before he could even unbuckle his seatbelt, Nicole had already noticed him, her excitement palpable. "Gampa Mav!" she exclaimed, trying to get rid of the booster seat to see him better.

“Hey kiddo,woah!” he smiles down at Gavin, who was closest to the door he just opened, “Look at those two! Hey little guy!

The baby, with wide curious eyes, blinked up at him as if assessing this man yet again. Maverick gently tickled Gavin's tiny fingers, eliciting a soft coo from the infant.

"Hey there, little buddy. Did you bring the chaos with you?" Mav teased, glancing over at Rooster, who was in the process of helping Aurora out of her car seat.

Rooster chuckled, "You bet, Mav. The whole Bradshaw Circus is in town today."

As Rooster carefully lifted Aurora from the car seat, she greeted Mav with a gleeful babble, tiny hands reaching out toward him. Mav shifted his attention, expertly juggling between the little ones vying for his attention.

Nicole, having successfully freed herself from the booster seat -which was NOT helped by Rooster at all -, practically leaped out of the car. "Gampa Mav!" she declared,then poked her tongue out and stood there.She was clearly showing him this amazing thing she could do.

Mav stood up, arching his brow "Well, look at that! You're getting so big, Nikki. Soon you'll be teaching me the tricks."

She giggled, thoroughly pleased with the compliment. Rooster, now holding both Aurora and Gavin so Mav could pick Nicole up,smiled. "You ready for this, Mav? They've got energy to spare today."

Mav ruffled Nicole's hair, exchanging a glance with Rooster. "Always ready for the circus, Brad. Let the games begin. Come on in."

They made their way into Mav's house, laughter and tiny footsteps echoing through the air and Nikki quickly sat on the couch. "Sit wherever you like, folks. Make yourselves at home," Mav announced, “Nikki got the couch.”

Rooster settled Aurora and Gavin in a playpen Mav had set up in the living room. The twins, wide-eyed and curious, took in their surroundings with infant wonder.

Maverick looked back at Rooster, “Want a drink? Nothing heavy of course.”

Rooster nodded appreciatively, "Sure, Mav,no beer though.”

Maverick headed towards the kitchen, leaving Rooster to keep an eye on the twins. Nicole, still perched proudly on the couch, gestured for Rooster to join her. "Dada, sit!"

Rooster chuckled, walking over to the couch and sitting beside Nicole. "I’m here birdie,’ her tiny,minuscule hand on his and tapped his palm repeatedly, “You happy seeing grandpa Mav?”

“Yeeeaaa!!”

Maverick returned with a tray bearing a jug of iced tea and a few glasses. He placed it on the coffee table, glancing at the twins who were now engrossed in the colorful toys scattered across the playpen.

"Here we go," Mav announced, pouring iced tea into the glasses. "Nothing heavy, just some good old sweet tea. Help yourselves."

“I didn’t know you knew how to make sweet tea?”

“It’s not that hard,Rooster.”

Rooster chuckled, accepting the glass from Mav. "Well, I'm just used to seeing you with a beer in hand. Sweet tea is a pleasant change."

Mav took a sip of his own drink, settling into a chair across from Rooster and Nicole. The room was filled with the light-hearted chatter of the kids, the tinkling laughter of Nicole being the most prominent.

As they enjoyed their drinks, Mav glanced over at the twins. "They're growing fast, aren't they?"

Rooster nodded, a hint of pride in his eyes. "Yeah, faster than I thought possible. Feels like just yesterday we found out Bea was pregnant.”

Maverick's gaze softened. "Time flies. Before you know it, they'll be running around causing mischief like Nikki here."

Nicole, overhearing her name, giggled…mischievously. "Mischief!"

Rooster ruffled her hair, a fond smile on his face. "That's right, birdie. You're the queen of mischief."

Mav joined in the laughter, raising his glass in a mock toast. "To mischief and mayhem, the Bradshaw way." he waits until Rooster drinks, “...how are you?”

Rooster leaned back on the couch, savoring the sweet tea, and studied Mav for a moment. The question hung in the air, pregnant with unspoken understanding. After a thoughtful sip, Rooster exhaled, a mixture of fatigue and relief evident in his expression.

"I’m better, Mav," he admitted, his gaze drifting to the playpen where Aurora and Gavin were discovering the joys of colorful blocks. "It's been a tough stretch out there. But being back home, it's like a breath of fresh air."

Mav nodded, chewing the inside of his cheek. "I heard about the investigation. About Mark.”

Rooster's gaze flickered and he took another sip of the sweet tea, the cool liquid offering a brief respite from the weight of recent memories. "Yeah, Mark's been a piece of work. Complicated situation, you know?"

"You don't have to talk about it if you're not ready, Rooster. But if you need an ear, I'm here."

The gratitude in Rooster's eyes was palpable. "I appreciate that, Mav. It's just... It's been a lot to process. Everything with the investigation, the uncertainty. It took a toll."

Mav placed a supportive hand on Rooster's shoulder. "You've been through the wringer, kid. I can only imagine. But you made it back.”

“What did you hear though? I thought Cyclone kept most under wraps.”

Maverick sipped his tea, then pursed his lips, “You think I wouldn’t know?” Maverick leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin. "Cyclone did keep things under wraps, but you know how these things go. Whispers find their way, especially in a close-knit community like ours. People talk, and it's hard to keep the lid on everything."

"I get it. So, what did you hear?"

Mav sighed, choosing his words carefully. "Internal Affairs, and the FBI sniffing around. It's a mess, Rooster. And I heard they've got some evidence that ties him to some pretty ugly stuff."

Rooster's jaw tightened, the reality of the situation settling heavily on his shoulders. "Figures. Fuck-" he peeks at Nikki who was busy running her finger on the patterns of Mav’s vouch “--flipping wild.”

“And of course, his aunt is involved too,so,”Mav shrugs, “It’ll be flipping wild for a while.”

“...you know what.”

“What?”

Rooster huffs through his nose, “Wanna drink later at home? I feel like I need it, really.” he frowns, “Really,really.”

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ironh3artstark · 17 days

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Since it was rdj's birthday!!! i would love to request where its tony's birthday and peter's gift to him is himself wearing a lingerie or sexy outfit uniform! hard core smut pls

Thank you for the request :). Hope it’s alright! Also sorry for any typos

The sound of Tony's shoes hitting the floor alerted Peter. He sat up from his lounging position on the bed. The room was dark, as per Peter's request. Peter had been a good boy for his lover and he had a present for his 47th birthday.

Tony walked into the bedroom, loosening his tie. He looked at the bed with a smirk. "My baby, waiting for me?" Tony asked.

"Yes Sir," Peter smiles confidently. "I have a surprise for you."

Tony grinned and stripped off his shirt. "Baby, you know you didn’t have to get me anything. Can I see it now?"

"No," Peter said. "Sit."

Tony raised his eyebrow and sat in the armchair beside the bed. "Well then," he said, sitting.

Other times he would’ve instantly corrected the tone that came out of Peter’s mouth, tonight, he was allowing it.

Peter turned on the bedside light. "Look," he said, holding out a gift. "Happy birthday, Tony." Tony smirked and took the present. "Thank you, baby," he said, tearing the paper and peering at the luxurious design. "Lingerie?" Tony guesses with a smirk.

"Open the box," Peter says, looking at how Tony looks up and down his body once he realizes his boy is absolutely bare naked, and by bare he means it. He’s hairless and smooth everywhere.

Tony nods, sadly tearing his eyes away from his beautiful boy, and opens the box.

Tony’s eyes widen with lust and wonder at the sight before him. "Oh."

Inside the box was a matching set of pink lacy underwear and a pink silk nightgown. It was simple but it was elegant and it was, ultimately, Tony's style. "You like it?" Peter asks with cheeks as pink as a spring flower, shyly smiling.

"Yes," Tony said, stroking the silk. "It's beautiful. Perfect for you.”

Peter beams and giggles. "Now close your eyes," he says.

"Yes baby," Tony said. He closed his eyes, smelling the scent of vanilla and flowers as Peter moves around in front of him, the movement, wafting the delicious smell around the room.

"No peeking!" Peter says. Tony can hear the smile in his voice and smiles with his eyes still closed.

Peter picks up the nightgown.

"Wouldn't dream of it, honey." Tony speaks softly, crossing his heart.

Peter pulls the nightgown over his head, pulling it down to his thighs, glad he decided to wax himself smooth so Tony can have the best experience.

Once the nightgown is on, Peter bites his lip and grabs the lacy pink panties that lie in the box. They were attached to garters that connected the panties to them with very fragile lace. When Peter tends to get excited, he ends up breaking things. He does not want to rip these—possibly the most pretty things he ever owned.

He slips them on oh so carefully, the fabric feeling so nice against his skin, especially the smooth, waxed skin. "Okay, Tony," Peter says, walking forward to the older man. "I'm all ready for you."

Tony smirks and opens his eyes, letting out a soft breath at the gorgeous sight before him. "Fuck baby, you're beautiful." Tony breathes out. Peter has never failed to take his breath away, that’s just how pretty his boy is.

"Thank you," Peter blushes, fingers playing with the end of the frayed fabric of his slip.

"May I touch you, darling?" Tony asks, tilting his head as he looks up at Peter.

"Of course, Sir," Peter nods, stepping closer and sitting on Tony's lap, his legs wrapping around Tony's waist.

Tony smiles, his hands stroking up the sides of Peter's hips, sliding underneath the silk nightgown and rubbing his back. "I love you." He says softly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Peter's collarbone.

"I love you too," Peter whispers, his body already reacting to Tony's touch, the lace rubbing against his cock, and Tony’s already stiff length in his dress pants, causing a bulge to be felt.

"So sweet and innocent," Tony mumbles. His hands come down, stroking Peter's thighs and the lacy material of the garters. "You did such a good job getting ready for me. Waxed everything and got these panties for me. Did you get hard when you were waxing yourself, baby? I bet you did. You got hard, thinking about my big cock inside of you. Fucking you open and filling you up."

"I did, was thinking about how good you’ll feel inside me." Peter moaned softly, grinding down on Tony's lap, trying not to tear his new panties.

"That's my boy," Tony praises. He kisses Peter's jaw, sucking gently and running his tongue over the skin.

"Can I undress you, Tony?" Peter asks, his eyes full of desire.

"You may, baby," Tony answers, pressing his forehead against Peter's, looking into his eyes, before pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of Peter’s nose.

Peter moans, reaching down and unbuckling Tony's belt, pulling it out of the loops, and dropping it to the floor. Next, he pops open the button and pulls the zipper down. He slips his hand inside, wrapping it around Tony's large cock, and gasps when he feels the slick, warm, and wet flesh. "Already so hard for me, Tones."

"You make me so hard, baby.” Tony bites out.

"Can I suck your cock, please, Sir?" Peter asks, batting his eyelashes.

"Not tonight, sweet boy." Tony says.

"Why not, Sir?" Peter pouts, wondering if he did something wrong.

"Tonight, I wanna fuck you on your back, okay?" Tony says, grinning as he watches the sad pout go away, and gets replaced with a happy smile.

Peter eagerly nods, his curls bouncing on top of his head. He slides off of Tony's lap, his feet hitting the floor and making him slightly wobble because his legs are trembling with the anticipation of what's about to happen.

Tony takes the opportunity to shuck his pants off, his boxers going down with them, his cock springing free and standing proudly.

"Sir," Peter says, getting up and crawling on top of the bed, his nightgown sliding up, revealing his pink lacy panties. "Come here," he says.

"Where, baby boy?" Tony asks, a teasing smirk on his face.

"Here," Peter says, his hands reaching out, signaling Tony to come closer.

Tony stands and crawls up onto the bed, laying between Peter's spread legs. "Hi," he says, smiling down at the young boy.

"Hey," Peter blushes. "Kiss me?" He asks.

"As you wish," Tony grins, leaning down and pressing their lips together.

Peter's arms wrap around Tony's shoulders and their lips slot together perfectly. They both sigh in contentment. The kiss starts out gentle and slow, but turns more desperate as time goes on.

"Tony, fuck," Peter whines as they break apart, both panting.

"I got you, sweetheart," Tony says, one hand coming up to stroke Peter's cheek. "I'll always take care of you. My beautiful boy."

Peter sighs in pleasure, his eyes fluttering closed. He nuzzles his cheek into Tony's hand, pressing a kiss to the palm.

"Do you want the panties to stay on or off?" Tony asks, using his free hand to glide it along Peter’s waist.

"Mmm, On," Peter blushes. "They're cute and I like them."

"Me too," Tony chuckles, kissing Peter's forehead.

"Will you fuck me, Sir? Please?" Peter asks, opening his eyes and looking at Tony, biting his lip.

"Oh, of course I will," Tony grins, pulling back and grabbing the bottle of lube on the nightstand. "Lay on your stomach," he says, opening the bottle.

"Yes sir," Peter says, flipping over. He grabs one of the many pillows on the bed, putting it under his waist, his ass sticking up and his face buried into the soft silk.

Tony looses breath at how easily Peter did that motion, running his eyes all across the span of Peter’s plump ass.

Tony leans down and presses a kiss to Peter's tailbone, his hand coming up and rubbing over Peter's lace covered hole. "This is the best birthday gift, baby," Tony says, squeezing Peter's ass and rubbing the small hole through the panties.

"Thank you, Sir," Peter says. "It's just—I wanted to make you happy."

"Oh, honey, you did. I’m so proud of you.” Tony coos, eyes filled with love as he listens to his lover speak.

Peter sighs softly, pushing his wide hips back.

"Shh," Tony hums, rubbing his back. "I got you, baby." He pulls the lacy material aside gently and grabs the lube. He drizzles some on his fingers, rubbing it to warm it up.

"Are you ready?" Tony asks, his index finger brushing against the tight ring of muscle.

"Yes," Peter whispers. "Please, Tony."

"Anything for you," Tony speaks softly, feeling his cock twitch as his eyes catch the pink and tight pucker. He circles the rim, teasing the muscle, and pushes his finger in.

"Mmm, thank you, Sir." Peter sighs, his ass relaxing and taking the long and thick finger easily.

"God, look at you, sweet boy. You're always so good for me." Tony growls, pushing his finger in deeper. Peter moans, the praise going straight to his cock, which is leaking pre-cum into his panties.

Tony starts pumping his finger in and out, stretching Peter, who is obviously, taking it like a champ. "Almost done, okay baby? You're doing so well."

"M'kay, add another." Peter whimpers, his hands grabbing at the silk bedspread.

"You're a little needy tonight," Tony comments. He pulls his finger out and adds a bit more lube, before pushing back in with two.

"Just need your cock," Peter huffs, his body arching into the sheets.

"Shh, don't worry, you'll get it. Patience." Tony says, scissoring his fingers. Peter whines and bites down on his lip. He can feel the wetness of his pre-cum seeping into the panties and it causes a shiver to spread throughout his body.

Tony pushes his fingers in and crooks them, searching for the spot that drives Peter crazy. Peter's back arches and a loud moan rips from his throat when Tony brushes against his prostate.

"Oh, fuck, please, Sir, I'm ready, please." Peter begs, his voice desperate.

"What do you want, baby?" Tony asks.

"You, please. Need you to fuck me." Peter whimpers, writhing against the sheets, and also pushing back against the two fingers in his hole.

Tony grins, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on the sheets. He sits back on his haunches, quickly removing his undershirt and looks at Peter, making a move to grab the lube. "Turn around," Tony says. “Wanna see your pretty face when I fuck you, love.”

Peter blushes and nods, quickly turning around and resting his head on the soft pillow.

"Do you still want the panties on?" Tony asks, looking down at the soaking wet material, the lace stained a dark pink.

"Yes, please." Peter blushes, spreading his legs wide, showing off his cock and balls, straining against the lace.

"Beautiful," Tony whispers, his eyes raking up and down the boy's body.

"T-thank you, sir." Peter says, biting his lip, his eyes focused on Tony's big, leaking, and fat cock.

Tony lubes himself up and lines the second pillow up, positioning it under Peter's hips. "Are you ready?" He asks, looking down at the younger man.

"Yes, sir, please, want you." Peter begs, his soft and small hands coming up and resting on Tony's shoulders.

Tony grunts, taking a hold of the base of his cock and pushing into Peter. "O-oh, fuck," Peter groans, his mouth opening and his eyes screwing shut.

"So fucking tight," Tony moans, his free hand coming down and holding Peter's hip. "You feel so good, sweetheart."

"You're so big," Peter whimpers, his hole clenching around the fat cock, the stretch causing a delicious burn.

"Take it so well, though," Tony whispers, pulling out a bit before slowly thrusting back, eyes staring right into Peter’s. Tony’s once light brown eyes have turned black due to the lust and desperation he is experiencing, and Peter loves it.

He loves when he can drive Tony to that point where his eyes are a whole new man’s.

"Fuck," Tony groans, pushing in harder, the tight heat of Peter's hole, driving him mad.

"Sir, yes, right there, please." Peter cries, his back arching, his nails digging into Tony's skin.

Tony smirks and pulls out all the way, before slamming back in, his cock hitting Peter's prostate dead on. "Yes!" Peter screams, his head tilting back.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful, sweet boy. All dressed up for me." Tony grunts, his eyes locked on Peter's face.

"All yours, all yours, only yours, only you get to see me like this." Peter rambles, his cock pulsing and aching.

"That's right," Tony says, leaning down and kissing Peter, his hand coming between them and tugging at the boy's lace covered cock.

Peter gasps, the lace adding a different sensation and he whimpers against Tony's lips. “Tony, ‘m gonna cum!” Peter pants out, gripping Tony’s back with a seriously strong amount of force. It should’ve hurt Tony, but he was too lost in the pleasure right now, he ask Peter to grip him as hard as possible.

"Cum, baby. Let go." Tony mumbles, his mouth trailing down Peter's neck, licking and sucking a mark, his thrusts speeding up.

"Tony!" Peter moans, his back arching as he releases.

Tony moans into Peter’s neck as he clenches tight around his cock. Tony bites hard on Peter’s neck as he speeds up the force and pace of his thrusting incredibly. Peter’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he feels the bite of Tony, along with the strongest and best orgasm he’s ever had in his entire life.

"Sir!" Peter gasps, his fingers raking down Tony's back, his cock spurting out ropes of white cum, the panties being covered and the wetness starting to soak through.

"Oh, fuck, god," Tony moans shakily, pulling back and watching as his boy orgasms. He grips the sheets and slams his hips into Peter, chasing his own orgasm.

Peter cries out and his legs lock around Tony's waist. Peter bites his bottom lip and grinds down as Tony fucks into him. "Gonna fill you up, baby," Tony grunts, his thrusts starting to stutter.

"Do it," Peter whispers. "Want your cum in me, wanna feel you for days."

"Peter," Tony growls, his cock swelling before his eyes squeeze shut tightly and he comes, his cum coating Peter's walls and filling him to the brim.

Peter moans at the hot liquid inside of him, and he can feel the sticky wetness seeping into his panties. “I love you.” Peter pants.

"God, I love you more," Tony breathes, slowly pulling out, both of them hissing at the loss.

Peter whimpers, his hole clenching and unclenching, not wanting to be empty.

"Let me clean you up, sweetheart," Tony whispers, kissing Peter’s forehead before getting off the bed and walking over to the bathroom.

"Mm, don't wanna take my panties off," Peter grumbles.

Tony chuckles from the bathroom, “Peter, baby, I’ll buy you the whole store. They’re dirty.”

"But they're cute." Peter pouts, his eyes fluttering shut. Tony smiles, coming out of the bathroom with a washcloth. "I'll buy you new ones, okay?"

"Okay," Peter yawns.

"Here," Tony says, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Open up, sweetie."

Peter spreads his legs, letting Tony clean the cum off his stomach and his hole.

Tony drops the washcloth and crawls up, kissing Peter's lips. Peter hums and smiles, reaching his hands up and wrapping them around Tony's shoulders.

"Thank you," Tony mumbles, pulling back and nuzzling his nose against Peter's.

"For what?" Peter giggles.

"For tonight. Best birthday ever." Tony grins, his eyes staring into the big brown eyes he fell in love with.

"I'm glad." Peter smiles, pecking Tony’s lips.

“Now, how about we get some sleep?” Tony smirks, stroking a hand over Peter’s cheek.

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