#ironspider ask

[winterspiderpurrs]

can you write abo (omega peter, alpha tony) where tony can’t help himself around peter, like public claiming or a rut?

"Are you hurt?"

Peter blinks and looks over at Steve who just entered the kitchen at the tower. He takes a sip of his milky sugary coffee shaking his head.

"No? Why do you ask?"

Steve sniffs the air and frowns at him.

" You smell like your bleeding"

Peter frown as well now and tries to think. Its been a few weeks since he has hurt himself while out as Spiderman. Reaching up to rub at his neck before pausing.

"Ah okay..."

He blushes a little and then coughs lightly.

" There is that gala tonight..."

Steve nods. " Yeah it's why I came to the tower early"

Peter shifts and looks down at his coffee mug and switches it to his other hand.

" Well... you know Tony. He gets a little... ya know... we arent out yet... but he doesn't umm.. want people to think I'm up for grabs?"

" What do you...oh...Oh! " Steve coughs as well. Peter could hear him shift around. Shaking his head before he laughs.

" Alphas just can't help themselves... Bucky used to do the same with me... thinks fresh bites will help enforce the bond...but really its just for showing off. "

Peter giggles a little and nods, looking back at Steve. Probably only thinks that he has one bite and just on his neck. With his healing the normal bond bite marks are faint. Hardly noticeable. So Tony always makes apoint to rebite and then bite other areas as well.

He still is feeling embarrassed when he was in the gym with Bucky and Sam training, and he changed into some short and the bite marks on his thighs and at his navel showed. He definitely avoided those two after, even more so when Tony asked why Barnes kept smirking and nodding at him.

Peter honestly didn't know what will happen when Tony lets them be public. No more stopping him. Hopefully it won't cause a rut out of schedule. He only had one more semester at university to go before he finds out.

#thanks for the ask! #answered asks #writing prompt #omega peter parker #alpha tony stark #omega steve rogers #starker #tony stark/peter parker #tony stark x peter parker #starker prompt #winterspiderpurrs #ironspider

[spider-mancan]

sometimes tony wants to get fucked but he’s heard from a young age how much that doesn’t fit with his public persona. even if he does go out and find a dick, people generally assume tony stark is calling the shots.

enter peter parker, an incredibly naive — and purportedly legal — young man with a baby face and giant muscles and a need to please. when peter says “you’re Tony stark!” Tony just replies “yeah, i get that all the time,” and peter takes that at face value. after all, why would tony stark be in this dive bar about to get fucked in the bathroom?

but Peter become another person once things get filthy, and for once it’s tony who’s trying to get peter to stick around just one more time

#ironspider #bottom tony #technically they’re both switches but look at tony and tell me that’s not a man asking to get dicked down #starker #considers

[late-to-the-party-81]

When Peter parker's famous boyfriend tony stark returns from a two weeks mission or business trip, he decides to treat him. smut please. Buttom power! peter riding tony

What a boy wants

AN: Well here’s a smutty little ficlet for you. I’ve decided this is set in my 'A place on earth' universe, because why not? As always, aged up Peter Parker.

Not beta’d, so sorry for any rogue commas.

Master list | Series Master list

Summary: If you’d asked Tony yesterday which one of them was ‘in charge’ he would have said it was him, but at this moment he was starting to reconsider that assumption. Peter was fully at the wheel this time and Tony was definitely only along for the ride, something he was getting more comfortable with second by second.

Relationship: Peter Parker x Tony Stark.

Word Count: 1.3k

CW: Explicit Sexual Content, implied use of sex toys, anal sex, cock riding, power bottom!Peter, Nipple clamps, Cream Pie, Clothing disparity.

“Tony!”

Tony had barely stepped out of his suit before the slim, but muscular body of his boyfriend barrelled into him.

“I missed you,” Peter mumbled into his chest.

Tony wrapped his arms around Peter’s frame and rested his cheek on the top of Peter’s dark curls. “Missed you too, baby boy.”

Peter tilted his head and Tony raised his own so he could look down at his angel. “Not as much as I missed you,” came the emphatic reply. Peter’s eyes were deep pools of raw emotion and Tony was so hypnotised by them it took him a moment to realise two things. One, Peter was steering him backwards, a fact that he was only really aware of when the back of his legs hit the couch and he tumbled down onto it. Two, Peter was wearing his short silk robe and only that.

Tony landed on the couch with a soft oomph and immediately Peter was climbing up onto him, straddling his thighs and using his nimble fingers to work at Tony’s fly with a determination bordering on obsessive.

“Hey, baby. Slow down. What’s the rush?” He tried to sit up, but halted when Peter looked at him, one eyebrow raised. 

“Anthony Edward Stark. You’ve been gone for two whole weeks. Since we got together the longest I’ve gone without you filling me up is forty-eight hours.” Peter glanced down as he freed Tony’s cock and licked his lower lip. “I ache for you Mr. Stark.”

Tony’s eyes rolled back as Peter let out the honorific and he started to pump Tony’s cock which didn’t seem to have an issue with getting with the programme, despite the fact that a part of his brain thought Peter was a little shit for pulling out the big guns to get his way.

However, Tony would admit that the way that Peter was so unashamedly going after what he wanted was doing something to him. If you’d asked him yesterday which one of them was ‘in charge’ he would have said it was him, but at this moment he was starting to reconsider that assumption. Peter was fully at the wheel this time and Tony was definitely only along for the ride, something he was getting more comfortable with second by second.

Having brought Tony to full hardness at record speed, Peter let him go and threw off his robe. He was, as Tony had thought, naked underneath, except for a pair of gold and red clamps joined by a chain, which made his small nipples puff up as they squeezed them. Tony couldn’t help but skim his palms up Peter’s sides and then rub his thumbs over the two stiff peaks, watching his lover shudder with sensation, before he stared down at Peter’s straining and dripping cock.

“Petey,” he sighed, full of lust, love and amazement for his boy. Peter leant forward and pressed his lips to Tony’s and Tony lost himself in the sweetness of the kiss, not even registering that Peter had taken hold of his cock again until he felt it being enveloped by a warm wet heat. He jerked in surprise and opened his eyes as Peter groaned and fully seated himself, his eyes still closed.

“Holy shit, Peter. Are you okay?” Tony felt panic and then confusion rise within him. They hadn’t done any prep and there wasn’t any lube in this room, but Peter didn’t feel dry and overly tight - quite the opposite - and Peter wasn’t crying out in pain either. In fact he looked entirely blissed out.

Peter smiled and gently rocked atop Tony’s cock.. “So okay, Mr Stark. Friday told me when you set off for home, so I opened myself up and got myself ready. I’ve been slowly fucking myself with that dildo you bought me for the last thirty minutes. Made my little boy-pussy all wet and slippery, so I could take you in straight away. Almost came so many times, but I’ve been saving it. I needed to feel you inside me.”

Peter lifted himself up and started to fuck himself, and all Tony could do was look up in awe, desperately trying to burn each erotic movement onto his retinas. Peter was resplendent -so self-assured - as he just took his pleasure from Tony’s body. He let out little sighs and moans as he moved up and down and stirred his hips.

“Feels so good, Mr Stark. Love the way you fill me up.”

“Fuck, baby. Where did this dirty mouth come from?” Tony asked, still not fully believing that his sweet boy was being so commanding.

“Been dreaming about you ‘n’ decided I wanted to be selfish when you got back. Just want you to lie there and let me have this. You can take it can’t you, Mr Stark? Just let me ride you and ride you until I want to come?”

All Tony could let out was a garbled moan before he bit his lip, tightening his hands on Peter’s hips as he willed his orgasm to build slower. He wanted to make Peter happy. He always tried to let his boy finish first, but this time it felt even more important that he succeed. He thought that closing his eyes again might help, so he wouldn’t be able to see the erotic  juxtaposition of a naked Peter wantonly riding his own clothed body, but it just made everything worse. All his other sensations were suddenly amplified. Peter’s breathy sighs and the salacious, wet, slapping sound of him taking Tony over and over filled his ears. The exquisite push, pull and squeeze on his cock was the only thing he could feel. It was getting too much.

“Peter,” he whined. “Please. I’m so close.” 

“I’m almost there too, Mr Stark,” Peter replied between pants. “Pull on the chain.”

Tony fluttered his eyes open again, trying to focus on the delicate gold links swaying between Peter’s small but defined pecs. He reached out, snagging the chain between the thumb and first two fingers of his right hand, and gave it a cautious tug. Peter let out a deep moan and his body clenched down, making Tony choke back a cough.

“Again,” Peter commanded. “Harder. And when I come I want you to fuck up into me as hard as you can.”

Tony nodded dumbly and then pulled on the chain again, slowly drawing it back towards him and watching how Peter’s nipples lengthened, until his concentration was broken by Peter’s loud shout and the feeling of Peter’s channel starting to spasm as his orgasm took hold. With Peter’s cum splashing all over his shirt, Tony let go of the chain so he could grip Peter’s hips firmly, plant his feet, and start to thrust up. 

Tony started to come almost immediately. He felt the way his balls drew up and the way his cock swelled inside the tight clutch of Peter’s body. His own cry of pleasure mingled with Peter’s as he rode out a wave that felt never-ending, pouring himself inside of his lover. 

Peter collapsed over him, and Tony shifted his hands so he could stroke Peter’s hair with one hand and his back with the other.

“Damn, Petey,” he gasped out. “That was… Wow!”

Peter lifted his head and opened one eye, looking up at Tony. “You liked?”

Tony dropped a kiss onto Peter’s smooth, unwrinkled forehead. “I loved,” he confirmed.

“Does that mean I can be bossy more often,” Peter asked with a smile.

“Baby boy, you can be as bossy as you like, as often as you like, if that's what comes from it. But for now, I’m gonna lay down the law and say that we need to go and have a shower. I also need to burn this shirt - I don’t think it’s salvageable.”

Peter giggled, his voice bell-like. “It’s a good job you can afford to buy more, because I have a feeling a few others might get ruined.”

“Bring it on, baby. Bring it on.”

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[professional-benaddict]

Asthmatic petey having an asthma attack at one of tony’s parties..? Pls🙅‍♀️

it’s been forever since i’ve written for a prompt sksk😳💗 thank you for getting me out of my writing slump!! i hope you like it💓💓

Established Peter and Tony, CEO Tony, trophy husband Peter, party, cigars, asthma attacks, whump, comfort

It’s a warm summer evening and so people are out on the balcony enjoying their drinks and chatting. Peter is not entirely sure where Tony is, but he is somewhere. The young man feels content, despite not being super into the political talk that he is engaged in with one of Tony’s colleagues. Peter sips at his mojito and nods along to what the other man is saying.

Then, Peter catches a smell in the air, a musky and rich scent which tickles his throat immediately. A few people have started smoking cigars, and the evening breeze is blowing it right in Peter’s direction. Peter doesn’t want to seem like a «snowflake» and run away, so he stays a little longer, trying to clear his throat and remain calm.

“You okay? You look a little pale.” The man asks, but Peter brushes him off. He feels hot all over now and loosens his tie. Except, it doesn’t help. Peter is running out of air fast.

Peter excuses himself and hurries away as the coughing starts. He draws in a breath and it is so wheezy that people turn their heads as he passes by. His inhaler is upstairs, God dammit. Can he make it up the stairs?

He tries to, he really does, but the room is very crowded and Peter feels his limbs getting heavier each second with the lack of oxygen. He coughs to try and clear his airways, but when he inhales, it is like sucking air through a straw.

“Shit, are you okay?” A woman in a red dress asks, looking very concerned.

“M-m-” Peter tries to gesture at his throat, but the woman just looks more confused. More and more guests are turning their attention to Peter who sinks to the floor as his lips turn blue.

“Hey, hey! Someone call 911!” The woman cries out and with the help of another guest, they ease Peter down to the floor.

Hearing the commotion across the room, Tony heads over, gently shoving people aside to see what is going on. His stomach drops when he sees Peter on the floor, a tint of blue on his lips and face and eyes closed.

“Shit, fuck! Did he stop breathing?” Tony asks, crouching by Peter.

“Yeah, he was coughing and then fainted.” A guest says.

Tony gets up with lightning speed, shouting for someone to call an ambulance while he runs up the stairs, two steps at a time. He heads into the bathroom, searching the cabinets and knocking things to the floor. He finds one of Peter’s emergency inhalers and sprints downstairs again.

“Ambulance is coming!” The woman in the red dress says, seeing Tony crouch by Peter.

“He needs this first.” Tony says, smacking Peter on his cheek. Some of the guests gasp audibly, but it is necessary.

Peter’s eyes open and he wheezes badly, clawing at his throat and kicking his legs in distress.

“Hey, hey, hey. Take this.” Tony says, shaking the emergency inhaler and helping Peter to wrap his lips around it. The man focuses for a second, making sure to push the plunger when Peter is able to draw in a breath. “Good, good. Try to relax. It will pass, shhh. I’m with you.”

Peter whimpers and tears are welling up in his eyes, both from fear and from all the straining. He keeps clawing at his throat, disloging his bowtie in the process. Tony helps him to take it off completely, unbuttoning his shirt a little.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m with you. Just breathe, try to relax. You’ll be fine, it will pass. Give the inhaler a minute.”

And Tony is right. The inhaler takes effect shortly and Peter can breathe a little easier, but still laboured and far too quick.

“Hey! Someone go out in the street and meet the paramedics when they arrive.” Tony calls out and a few guests head downstairs.

The whole party has essentially come to a full stop. The music has been paused and people have set their drinks down, watching worriedly what is happening. Only now does Peter notice everyone watching him.

“I’m- ‘m so-”

“No, no, no.” Tony says, shaking his head. He cups Peter’s cheeks in his hands. “None of that. Let’s just make sure you’re okay. Nothing else matters. The ambulance is coming soon. You’ll be just fine.”

Peter feels tears welling in his eyes again, although this time they are out of relief and love for Tony.

#my prompts #starker #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark/peter parker #ironspider #tony stark #peter parker #ask

[starker-is-endgame]

What are some fandoms you’re enjoying and any fic recs? 👀

Ooo well I'm in like a million fandoms. Some of my top are

Marvel, obv (starker, stucky, ironstrange)

Supernatural (destiel, sastiel, sabriel)

The vampire diaries (elejah, klaroline, just Damon bashing in general)

Naruto (sasunaru, kakanaru, itanaru, itakaka)

Jujutsu Kaisen (satosugu, itasato, sukuita, gojo/nanami)

Suits (marvey)

Percy Jackson

Go watch/read all of them except supernatural and jujutsu kaisen cuz they will destroy you and leave you sobbing on the floor

As for fic recs,

A familiar stranger, Give yourself a try, and Scaling the walls by Starker1975,

Jove's own page by OchibaKonpeki,

You're the one that I want by deltorafray,

A good lie by vexmybones,

My Heart Is an Open Wound (And Love's a Messy Row of Stitches) by Sparcina,

Whatever it takes by TheCivilizedJedi,

Anonymous by cfairbanks02,

Push You Out (Pull You Back In) by Readmynovels,

Revelations by Anonymous

Are some of my favs.

I would like to include so many more so keep an eye out for a masterlist! I will post it sometime in the next...year. Probably.

Btw all the fics are absolutely amazing so don't forget to show some love to the authors 💕

#anon ask #starker #tony stark #peter parker #ironspider #marvel #mcu #peter parker/tony stark #starker fic recs #fic recs

[starkrpro]

we see clingy!peter but let me raise you an idea. peter who doesn’t like being touched. peter who gets overwhelmed by the smallest of taps because of his senses. tony has to stop the other avengers from shaking peter’s hand and peter weakly smiles at them with a wave.

The rest of the avengers finding out it’s not that he actually hates being touched, he just can’t handle it. so they resort to air hugs, blowing kisses, all of that good stuff

i don’t even know if there’s anything to add to this. like the POSSIBILITIES…

#starker #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #starkrpro asks #peter parker x steve rogers #peter parker x bucky barnes #peter parker x the avengers #too lazy to type it all out rn but u all get the point

[barnesify]

hello! i’m taking prompts. i’m trying to get back into writing to the best of my abilities. i write for spidershield, winterspider and starker! my fave tropes include abo, enemies to lovers, highschool au, and darker plots! please, don’t be shy to send a prompt or two in lil ol’ me’s ask box.

#starker #winterspider #peter parker #tony stark #bucky barnes #omegaverse #spidershield #nff #fluff #ironspider #fic #prompts #asks #ask #prompt

[starkerobsession]

whats your favourite trope for starker fics?

Anything that’s like:

Peter is underage

Tony is feeling overwhelmingly guilty for his thoughts and feelings about Peter

Everything regarding how they met is just like canon

Tony calls Peter “Kid”/ Peter calls Tony “Mr Stark”

Slow burn as Tony tries to deny his feelings and Peter tries to convince Tony that it’s not wrong

They get together finally and it has to be a secret

Hardcore illegal sex ensues

❤️❤️❤️

#starker #ironspider #nff #ask

[buckybeardreams]

omg that starker identity porn sexting you posted was sooo good 😳

In reference to this post

Aw thx! I actually have been working on this verse! It's turning out different from what I originally thought it would, so it's not really identity porn anymore?? Like Tony knows Peter is Spiderman, it's just that Peter doesn't know Tony knows lol

But yeah, I'll share what I've got so far 😉

This is like directly following Tony asking if that means he's gonna get a pic

--

Peter bit his lip, considering it.

He'd never done anything like that before. Hell, he was only fourteen, so he'd never really had the opportunity to before, never dated or sexted or nothing. But he'd definitely gotten off to pictures of Tony before.

Of course, he wanted to be good for Tony, so he pulled his cock out of his sweats, trying to get a good angle.

It was trickier than he'd thought it'd be, and he huffed, cheeks red with a mix of frustration and embarrassment.

He stopped and stroked himself a few times, teeth sinking into his lip as he thought about Tony getting off to a picture of him, of his cock hard and red and leaking.

Peter whined, squeezing at his cock, a bead of precum dribbling out the slit.

Fuck, that was it, that was what he needed.

Peter was blushing bright red as he took the picture but he was proud of himself.

It wasn't much, just a picture of his cock, his hand wrapped around the base and his tip glistening with precum. He really hoped Tony would like it, though.

Peter sent the photo quickly, not giving himself anytime to chicken out and not wanting to keep Tony waiting any longer.

Oh fuck, baby, I thought I'd scared you off, had me worried there for a minute, but fuck, that was well worth the wait

Peter chewed on his lip.

You like it then?

Baby, I love it! You did so good! Such a good boy for Daddy!

Peter whimpered, squirming on his bed.

Need to come, Peter sent, pleading because he was desperate but wanting to be good, wanting to get permission.

You earned it, baby boy. Go ahead and come for me.

Peter started to stroke himself, knowing he was so close.

He was young, not exactly great at lasting long, and his spidey senses made it so much more intense. There had been times where his cock rubbing against his jeans made him come in his pants, in class!

That had been so embarrassing, but he really just couldn't help it! A strong breeze was enough to get him hard, and now he was talking to his idol and crush, and he just knew he would have come already if he wasn't trying so hard not to.

You wanna do Daddy a favor, baby?

Peter paused, gripping his cock and sobbing when it throbbed in protest.

What?

Take a video for me. Daddy wants to see you get off.

Peter groaned, his head falling back to his pillow.

He was gonna fucking die. This was it. He had survived jumping off a building and praying his fucking webs would work and fighting crime in the streets as a fucking untrained Freshman, but this was gonna be the death of him. Sexting with Tony was gonna kill him.

I'm so close, sir

I know, baby, it's a lot, huh? You just gotta come, don't you?

Peter sobbed, squeezing his eyes shut but snapping them open when another message came through.

It's okay, baby, Daddy wants it all. Give it to me, Petey.

"Oh fuck," Peter whined, fumbling with his phone and quickly starting a recording and trying to keep his dick in the frame as he furiously jerked off.

"Holy shit, holy shit," Peter whined, his vision whiting out for a moment when he came. "Fuck, oh fuck, Daddy."

Peter's chest was heaving, his hand shaking as he stopped the video.

He tossed his phone next to him, needing a minute to settle.

#starker #ironspider #asks

[90minsofscreentime]

What are your three favorite Starker fan fictions?

For me, without a doubt:

first position: Lanterns burning, flickered in the mind (only you), by @darker-soft-starker

This story probably brings together everything I love best, including Young Tony, High school AU, enemies to friends to lover, slight angst, extremely romantic tension, a touch of drama… *shiver*.

Second position: Under a Violet Rain, by @vaguekiwi

Again, I am seduced by the "enemies to lovers" plot. When love seems absolutely impossible, when everything is set up to make them hate each other, and yet a love still comes. From the first line to the last, it was a pleasure to read this story.

third position: The Pieces I've Lost, by @vaguekiwi and @snowstark

I usually don't like overly pronounced notions of submission and dominance, even more so when the story is riveted on sexual content and sexual degradation. But this story… this story resonates deeply with me. I was interested to see that the dynamics of submission and dominance come from genetics, making people really different from each other from a biological point of view. And all the reasons why I usually don't like these stories, well… those are the reasons why Peter is so different from everyone else in this story. In a way, it reminds me a bit of feminism, and that's why the plot is all the more interesting. And, of course… I want Peter to get a fucking hug.

🥺👉🏻👈🏻 talk with me?

OoOoOo this is a tricky one~~~ 👀👀👀 I am such a hardcore lover of so many fics and writers in our lovely community, and I wish I could list everyone in this response, but I’ll do my best to identify the three starker fics that are my all time favourites at the moment (because darn it- my favourites often change by the day 😅)

(Also, my method here of dubbing each fic my “third” favourite or “second” favourite doesn’t reflect just how much I love all these fics equally. Again, if I could name them all my “first” favourite I would! 😅✨ I’m just going to rank them in terms of how much each fic has impacted me personally and on the depth of their storytelling 💕)

My third favourite:

This is probably the starker fic that I reread the most, as it’s fantastically structured story and moments of simmering tension never cool for me. I am just as heated reading the tail end of chapter two as I ever was reading it for the first time ✨✨ Tony and Peter’s chemistry and sexual tension in this story is so heady and palpable- it makes me feel like I’m experiencing their powerful feelings and desires🥰 (plus all of the food they eat in the beginning sounds soooo delicious 🤤😩)

My second favourite:

Just like you, my friend, I could not ignore @darker-soft-starker’s outstanding work that I have still not stopped gushing about 😅

The multiple comments left on AO3 and original fanart that I’ve created for this incredible story really speaks for itself and I could probably fill the rest of this post with every single thing I adore about the plot, characters and romantic development, but I think in this case I will let the work speak for itself. I implore you: please read this fic if you haven’t already, it’s so much more than I ever imagined a starker fanfic to be and I guarantee you won’t be disappointed with what you find~💖

My first favourite:

Here we have it. My all-time favourite. Arguably the best starker fanfiction ever created. Words fail me when it comes to describing how much this story has influenced me as a storyteller, as a reader and as a member of our little community. If I was ever in doubt that starker wasn’t the pairing for me, this work would draw me back in and remind me just how lucky I am to be able to read art like this - on a beautifully curated fanfiction website - for free. I’ll never get over it, I just love it too much.

The Marvel canon has yet to top these masterpieces ✨

Anywho~ I hope you enjoyed my little ramble 😌 Thank you so much for the ask @lanyakea-universe! I love chatting with you (and any other starkers) about things like this! Maybe one day I’ll be able to finish more than the three fanfics I’ve already posted and impact others on AO3 and tumblr, like these wonderful authors already have for me and so many others 🥰💖💕🌺

#starker #starker community #ironspider #starker fandom #spideriron #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker/tony stark #peter parker x tony stark #starker artists unite #Jem’s stuff #Jem’s asks #Jem’s responses #mutuals~ #lanyakea is my mother #lanyakea my beloved #starker my beloved #man I love this community #favourite starker fics #starker fics #tony stark/peter parker #starker fanfictions #starker fanfics

[winterspiderpurrs]

avengers and ice hockey au? peter as part of the support team and/or love interest of several of the players?😮‍💨😮‍💨

It doesn't take long for the team to start noticing the newest ice shoveler. Normaly its a team of women shoveling the ice on the whistle break, and the few men only shovel the piles of ice gathered by the girls into buckets. So Peter stood out, while he wore pants unlike the short skirts of the girl's, his outfit was just as flashy.

Apparently he started out as an engineer fixing the zamboni, but someone caught his skating around on the ice and realized he had skills too. And a pretty face to match. It didn't take long before he was brought before Tony Stark, retired hockey player, owner of the Avengers Hockey team.

Natasha was the coach of the team, the first female coach in the NHL. She knew that Peter was just the type to help motivate the team. After she caught Bucky( alternate captain) staring at Peter while he was in the rink, she knew what she needed to be done.

Once Tony saw Peter, knew of his skills in engineering and his skating? Well, he wasn't going to say no to another pretty face on the ice. If the team warms up to him.... well, he wouldn't find it hard to give him another side job so he could be on the road with them too. Could always convince Peter to get a certificate in massage therapy.

Natasha only had to introduce Steve(Captain) and Sam( alternate captain) and when Peter blushed and gushed about how nice it was to meet them? Yeah they were taken in by Peter's sweet and sassy as they come to find out personality.

It wasn't long that Peter was put on the rotation while on the road. The main difference is each away game; he is shacked up with another player on the team. When home? Well, he shifts between his Aunts home, Tonys penthouse, and even Natasha on occasion.

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Hope you liked it! I enjoy hockey but don't fully know allll the workings. I actually just turned the TV to the Dallas and Vegas( go Vegas ) game!

#asks #writing prompt #prompt #winterspider #ironspider #spidershield #spiderfalcon #spiderwidow #starker #shieldspider #winterspiderpurrs

[spider-mancan]

consider

peter hears one of the others mention tony's had a bad day. they don't even throw in the usual jokes -- "someone handed him something and he threw a tantrum" -- which means that it wasn't just a bad day. it was a bad day in the way that makes you suffer for it.

it's not the first time peter has crawled in through a window unannounced. it's not even the first time he's climbed through tony's window. in the past year of preparing for college, tony's loft has been a place of comfort and control. he comes here to relax. tony let's him do pretty much whatever he wants. tony trusts him.

when peter opens the window and f.r.i.d.a.y. greets him, he's almost too distract by tony on the couch to offer a friendly hello.

the entire room smells like alcohol. peter doesn't drink enough to tell the smells apart, but he knows tony is partial to some kind of scotch, nice and neat, and the scent of it is soaked into throw pillows and blankets and skin. a lot of skin. peter sees so much skin.

it must have been a really bad, peter thinks, because there's a trail of tony's clothing scattered along the floor from the elevator and all he's wearing is his old man slippers and a robe. peter knows this is all he's wearing because the robe has come untied at the waist, hanging open, and if peter was a worse person he might even look up from tony's muscular leg to his thigh to his--god.

peter has never been as good of a person as he wants to be.

tony is asleep. not just asleep, but asleep and smashed. previous experience tells peter that it will be almost impossible to wake him up.

"mr. stark?" peter tries anyway. he wants to be good. it's always been his best trait, and his worst. "mr. stark? it's peter." he walks slowly over to the couch, pulling his mask off his face and pushing gently on tony's shoulder.

he doesn't do much of anything -- peter actually feels for a pulse out of reflex -- but the movement opens the robe further and tony might as well be naked, laid bare and pliant.

peter has never...he's never touched another man's dick before.

it's not that peter is a prude or anything. he hasn't seen any vaginas either; he's just too busy for more than making out at a party, maybe shoving his hand down a skirt and hoping whoever is sitting beside them doesn't notice. now, here, his fingers itch, and maybe if things were different...but...

tony is hard. tony is hard and he's so big and peter wants him so bad, has wanted him so bad for long.

tony is his mentor. he teaches peter plenty of things. peter has never asked tony to teach him something like this, but maybe tony wouldn't be surprised. maybe he'd even say yes.

there is one very important this that tony has impressed upon him: it's better to ask for forgiveness that ask for permission.

the first thing peter thinks, once he's set his mask down on the table and admitted to himself that he's breaking rules he didn't know he needed to make, is that tony is much hairier than peter is. his hair is dark and thick, and his cock is sitting nestled up on his hip amongst all that fucking hair, trimmed and neat.

when peter wraps his fingers around it for the first time, he feels something come undone. the head is hot, soft, and peter rubs a thumb gently over the slit to collect the precome.

tony mumbles in his sleep, but nothing more.

peter lifts his thumb to his mouth and tastes tony, bitter and heady. he's hard in his jock strap, uncomfortable in his cup, but he's more interested in stroking up tony's shaft and watching tony's face in his sleep. it pulls reactions, fluttering eyelashes and shorter breathes, and peter takes a tentative lick.

tony doesn't wake up but there's a sound low in his throat and peter tastes more precome on his tongue.

peter clutches tony's hip too hard. he thinks it might bruise. he stares at it for a long moment, and thinks about tony walking around with a mark he can't place. peter wonders if he'll think he bumped into a table, or got hit during training. he won't think about peter sucking his cock. it won't even cross his mind, peter taking advantage of him. but he'll walk around with that mark and it'll be peter's. peter will know that it's his.

like a man possessed, peter presses his fingers into the dark mark and watches it bloom purple.

he shouldn't be doing this. this is wrong. tony is drunk, tony is asleep, tony is twice his age, tony is tony. god, tony is tony. peter closes his eyes and takes him into his mouth.

it's weird. peter has never tried anything like this before, and tony isn't long but he's thick and peter's mouth stretches around him, tight. the smell of scotch and musk is so much thicker here, and peter feels his brain go floaty. he doesn't hear himself moan around tony's cock, doesn't notice he's fucking the air for some kind of friction. it doesn't matter. he holds tony's cock still, memorizes the weight of it. he'll never be here again. he wants it to hurt enough he'll remember forever.

remember that time he climbed in through tony's window and took something that wasn't his.

but tony won't be too mad, surely. he's soft on peter, right? he's always said he'd give peter anything he wanted. right now peter wants tony to fuck his throat and paint him white and he whimpers because it won't happen.

when he opens his eyes his eyelashes stick together with tears because he's a fucking loser, and tony is still knocked out.

he sits there for a while, just holds tony inside, and when he's too floaty to stop himself anymore he pulls his own cock out of cup and spandex and jerks himself off. he whines, trying his best to keep his throat open and his teeth back and his neck still, but his fist gets slick too fast. there's drool collecting around the corner of his mouth and dripping down his chin.

he wants. he wants so much. he wants to be better. and if he can't be better he wants to be braver so he can take when he wants. he thinks he might go mad here, in the inbetween.

peter cleans up his come from the white of his couch, tucks tony back into his robe, and leaves a cup of water and some aspirin by the table.

tony texts him late that night -- did you stop by today?

and peter dutifully replies no mr. stark, because that's easier than trying to work around the good things and the bad things he did to tony, helpless and ruined.

it's only well after midnight, thinking too hard and long about those bruises on tony's hip and deciding to patrol until he can control himself, that peter realizes he left his mask on the living room table.

#starker #ironspider #nsft #pwp #drabble #considers #don't ask me what this is okay #drinking #somno #dub con

[underburningstars]

Starker au in the 1930'ish where tony is a army soldier who writes letters for his lover, Peter until the war is over

Anon sorry it took me a while. Your request was really great and I got a bit enthusiastic with it.

Instead of using 1930s I used 1940s so that I could include the WWII aspects. I hope you don't mind. Enjoy!

This is also a prompt fill up for the 'Bakery' square of SFSummerBingo22 @starkerfestivals

also on ao3

CARD AT THE BOTTOM

sometimes

we love

in fingertip touch...

and it's

just as close as

we can get

♡

May 03, 1941

The bakery had good business today. That's why Peter had missed his lunch and had been standing without a break for more than an hour. He's starving and his feet hurt like crazy. All he wants now is to eat and rest.

He was just about to start eating his bagel when a young man walks in. If Peter hadn't been so tired he'd be in awe of how beautiful the man is. But right now, he doesn't. He gets up to serve the customer.

"Oh, you don't have to get up. Please take your food. I'll help myself." The man starts looking around but Peter doesn't sit. He can speak from personal experience that people don't like it when someone doesn't trail after them around. The man turns around and, "Please, I insist. I know what I'm looking for. You don't need to trouble yourself." Peter begrudgingly sits down and starts eating.

The man doesn't look much older than Peter. By his clothes, he seems to be from an upper class family. Now that Peter has food in his stomach, he notices how utterly breathtaking the man his. He has a tanned olive skin, red full lips, honey brown eyes and extremely soft looking brown hair. He also has a nice voice, nor too pitched nor too deep.

Peter realizes he's staring when the man lifts an eyebrow at him. He quickly looks away, cheeks flaming. He goes to the front desk and prepares his receipt. He looks at the type of bread and feel curious.

"Rose bread. For someone special?" Peter ask, not being able to help his curiosity.

The man looks at him with a smirk, that makes Peter burn under his shirt. "Yeah. For my mother. It's her birthday and she loves this bread. I heard the ones here are the best."

"Well, you heard right." Peter says with a proud smile.

"Is that the reason behind the name? 'Buns and Roses Bakery'" The man tilts his head a bit to the side. Cute.

"Partly." Peter explains, "It's also because my aunt loves buns and roses the most and my uncle wanted to name the shop for her."

"That's a lovely thing to do. I'm Tony, by the way. Tony Stark." The man - Tony - introduces himself.

"Stark? As in from Stark Repairs?"

"Yep." Tony says popping the 'p'. "One and only. Good to know that we're famous."

"Of course you are. Everyone knows about your repair shop. They say you are a miracle worker." Peter had always been interested in fixing up things, especially machines. So he feels himself get excited meeting the young, genius mechanic.

"Not a miracle worker, just a hard worker. And you never told me your name beautiful." Tony leans closer to Peter, placing his elbows on the desk

Peter's face burns bright red, both at the nickname and the proximity. "Oh...ri-right. I'm-I'm Peter." Peter stammers. "Peter Parker."

"Pretty name for a pretty face, huh." Whatever blush had gone down from Peter's face rises with full force at the praise.

"It's-um-0.25 dollars Mr. Stark" Peter places the packed up bread on the desk.

"Oh yes. Here you go." Tony hands him the money and takes the bread. "And please call me Tony. See you soon, beautiful." He calls over his shoulder as he gets out, leaving behind a blushing, sputtering Peter.

May 07, 1941

Peter indeed saw Tony soon. Right after four days, Peter was in the market shopping for groceries when he saw Tony, drinking coffee from one of the stores.

He was wearing a overall, both skin and outfit marred with grease. He must've been here from work, Peter thought. Suddenly, Tony looked up, eyes widening when he saw Peter. Then the older boy sent him a beaming smile and ran towards him. "Told'ya, didn't I? I'll see you soon."

"Technically, I saw you first, Mr. Stark." Peter retorted, laughing when Tony scrunched his nose.

"What's with all the 'Mr. Stark'? I told you call me Tony." Tony was looking at Peter with his big eyes, waiting for Peter to say it.

"Tony." Peter repeated, shaking his head at his childish behavior. "Happy?"

"Oh, very." Tony was about to say something when someone called him from behind, a black man wearing the same overall. Tony looked at him apologetically, "That's my cue to go."

Peter tried not to but he felt a twinge of disappointment as Tony was leaving so early. "Yeah, okay. Goodbye." The look on Tony's face told him that he hadn't done a good job at hiding his feelings.

Tony looked around a bit to see if anyone was looking at them, when he saw no one was, he leaned closer to Peter's ear and whispered, "See you soon, beautiful." Despite himself, Peter felt himself smile after Tony's retreating body. Peter spent the whole day smiling.

May 25, 1941

The next meeting took a while. Peter was looking for new culinary items for the bakery when someone sneaked behind him and whispered into his ear, "Hello, beautiful." causing Peter to startle and turn around.

"Tony!" Peter exclaimed, hitting him lightly in his shoulder. "You startled me."

"Sorry, sorry." Tony laughed, not sounding sorry at all. "It's been so long. I got excited when I saw you from outside."

"Mhm. It's the third we've met accidentally. They say if you meet accidentally three times then it's fate." Peter, for once, tries to tease Tony instead of being the blushing mess.

But Tony gives him a small but sincere smile, eyes fond. "Maybe it is fate." Tony says, completely serious. Peter’s eyes go wide hearing his words, breath getting stuck in his chest.

Tony steps forward towards Peter, for the first time looking hesitant and nervous. "On the 29th. Are you-are you free on that day?"

"Ye-yeah." Peter clears his throat. "Yeah I am. Why?"

"Maybe...um-we could go out? Y'know. It's-it's my birthday. And we're friends, right? So, we could...maybe watch a movie? Hm?" Peter can clearly see how nervous Tony is. And rightfully so. If the wrong person hears something like this, it could ruin his life. Even get him killed.

But Peter isn't like that. There's nothing Peter would like more than to go out with Tony. "Yeah, okay. We could-we could go out. And watch a movie. Sounds nice."

Tony beams, nodding his head eagerly. "Yeah can't wait."

"Can't wait." Peter agrees.

May 29th, 1941

Peter has nothing to wear. He and Tony decided to meet outside the bakery and to reach there on time he has to leave to house in an hour but he has no idea what's he gonna wear. Whatever he picks out looks horrible. Accepting defeat he moves to his last resort

"Aunt May I need your help." Thankfully she's home today as uncle Ben decided to take care of the bakery.

"Oh, does someone have a date tonight?" she teases.

"N-no. It's not like that. Just a friend, really." Peter has never told anyone about how he likes boys more than he will ever like girls. Aunt May and Uncle Ben mean the world to him, so he doesn't think he could handle it if they start hating him.

"You try to dress up this hard to meet just a friend?" She raises a brow in question.

"Yes." Peter deadpans. She laughs but let's it go. In the end they decide on a brown button down shirt with beige trousers and jacket.

In the end Peter is only five minutes late. When he reaches the designated place, he sees Tony lean on the wall of an alley beside the bakery. He's wearing a white dress shirt with dark grey trousers with suspenders and jacket of the same color. Looking at him makes Peter's breath hitch.

As he approaches the older man, he starts feeling self-conscious about his clothing. He has half a mind to run away but then Tony stops him and sends him a beaming smile as Peter stands in front of him.

"Hello, beautiful. Look at you. And here I thought you couldn't get anymore gorgeous." Peter blushes at the comment and directs a shy smile towards the older boy.

"You look very good too." Peter replies. "As always." He mumbles, quieter.

"Hm? What was that?"

"Oh, ah, nothing." Peter responded and changed the subject. "Why are you standing here instead of in front of the bakery?"

"Oh, you're uncle's there. So I thought perhaps I shouldn't stand there. In case he minded seeing us together." Tony explained.

"Yeah. You did good. They, well, don't know...about me. No one does."

"No one? That's-none of your friends? I can't imagine keeping so much to myself." Tony frowns, troubled.

"Well, I'm scared of how they'll react. What if they hate me? What if lose everyone? Thoughts like these keep me from telling them. What about you? Who did you tell?" Peter asks.

"There's a Rhodey, the one you saw in the market that day." Peter nods. "And also Pepper. Another friend of mine. Some other people know too." They start walking side by side to the cinema as they talk.

"How did they react? When you told them."

"Shocked? Yeah, mostly shocked at the news. But not repulsed. I have known both Rhodey and Pepper from before I could walk. They've watched me to so much worse than like a guy in a way I'm not supposed to." Peter hums, thinking about it. And then he remembers the Irish coffee macaroons he made for Tony.

"Oh, these are for you." Peter hands then over to Tony. "Happy birthday."

"That...wasn't necessary. But I'll enjoy them. Thank you." Tony opens the box slightly to peak inside. "Mmm, smells like coffee. I love coffee!"

"I'm glad. It's a dish I'm really proud of." They both stop walking and smile at each other. Tony averts his eyes first. Looking at the cinema hall in front of them.

"Let's go inside. Or we'll miss our show."

They watch a science fiction movie called 'Buck Rogers' that has both of the scrunching their noses that the scientific inaccuracies. They criticize the movie the whole time and go out, laughing together. At least the soda and the huge tub of popcorn was nice.

"I don't know if I'm annoyed about that movie or happy that now I finally found someone who can criticize with me." Tony says cheerfully.

"Why, you don't do that with your friends?"

"Oh no. They glare at me for weeks saying I ruin movies for them. Now they don't even watch movies with me anymore. Especially, science based ones." To answers. "Hey, are you hungry? We could get some food and then ice cream."

"I could eat. Do you have any place in mind? We have to pick the place carefully."

"I do know a place. It's a restaurant run by a couple I know. It's fairly private too." Peter easily agrees to the suggestion.

The restaurant is small but cozy. There are seven tables, each of them placed in a way that the people inside can't be seen. They take a corner seat and a middle aged woman approaches them. "Anthony dear. It's been so long."

"I saw you two weeks ago Anna." The women - Anna - clicks her tongue in disapproval.

"You and Edwin both keep saying the same thing. With a troublemaker like you, two weeks is too much. Who knows what kind of nonsense you'll manage to get yourself into." Peter looks at the scene with a smile on his face.

"Anna" Tony whines. "Stop scolding me. I bring you new customers and this is how you repay me."

At that Anna turns her face to look at Peter and gives him a motherly smile. "Oh I'm so sorry dear. I should've greeted you first. I'm Anna Jarvis. Co-owner of this place."

"Hello. I'm Peter Parker. I'm a friend of Tony's. Nice to meet you, ma'am." Peter introduces himself.

"You must be quite a special friend if Anthony here is spending his birthday with you." Saying that she looks at Tony with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Right, Anthony."

"Of course." Tony directs Anna one of the fakest smile Peter has ever seen. "Would you please kindly bring us your special pasta. I promised Peter food."

"Oh, of course honey." Then she leaves towards the table, humming a cheerful tune under her breath.

Tony looks at him sheepishly, "Sorry, she's a bit -"

"Lovely." Peter cuts him. "She's lovely."

Tony smile and nods, agreeing. "Yeah she is."

"She knows about you." Peter points out.

"She's actually the first person I ever told. Or more like, she told me." Tony laughs a bit, shaking his head. "She and my mother are best friends. So she always visited us often. When I was thirteen, I was having difficulties understanding myself. About who I was.

Then one day she comes to me and tells me that even though the world isn't knowledgeable enough to accept it yet, no form of love is wrong." Tony explained."It was such a huge moment for me, but them mama came and ruined it by saying that there is love that isn't acceptable and the name is incest." Peter bursts out laughing at that.

"You seem to have a wonderful family. If you don't mind me asking, what about you father?"

"He died when I was very young. I don't remember him all that much." Tony waves his hand a bit as if dismissing the matter. "From what I've heard from people, he'd be a shit father. At least he left us quite the fortune."

"My parents are dead too."

"Pete." The nickname makes Peter smile a little. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"It's nothing bad. They died in a car crash. I was maybe 5 years old back then. I don't remember them much too."

"Guess we have that in common."

"We have a lot in common Tony." Peter laughed.

"That's true." Just then Anna brings their food. Two plates of pasta with mouth watering smell and a glass of wine. She tells them to enjoy and leaves.

The pasta tasted even better than it smelled. Conversation came easy between them. They talked about everything and nothing. Childhood memories, embarrassing situations, what books they like. Peter can't remember the last time he connected so well with someone.

After that they went to the park and got ice cream. They walked side by side, hands sometimes grazing. "Next time, let's go to Coney Island." Tony spoke up. At the prospect of there being a next time, Peter's heart started beating faster.

Not trusting himself to speak now, he just nodded eagerly with a smile. Looking at his eagerness Tony chuckled and ruffled his hair. "Coming Friday?"

This time Peter answered with a blinding smile and an enthusiastic "Okay!"

They both walked to the alley the met in, shuffling around, still reluctant to say goodbye. Then Peter worked up some courage to raise to his tiptoes and kiss Tony's cheek. A lovely blush turned his ears red.

Peter snickered slightly, happy to be able to make Tony blush. "Goodbye, Tony."

"Goodbye, beautiful."

June 02, 1941

As promised, they went to Coney island next time. It's been really long since Peter last came here. It just seems to get more and more colorful.

They ate cotton candies, over priced food, enjoyed the rides. Tony even won him a teddy bear.

At the end of the day, they again stopped to the alley. But this time Tony pulled him inside and kissed him. They used the darkness to their benefit and locked their lips in a passionate kiss.

After breaking the kiss Tony leaned his forehead against Peter's and whispered, "Five days from now my mom's visiting a cousin of hers. Wanna come over?"

Peter could only nod breathlessly.

June 07, 1941

It was the first time someone touched Peter like that and he loved every second of it.

June 23, 1941

They went to the beach. It was completely empty and so they got a little courageous and kissed during the sunset, out in the open.

Peter also found out that he's allergic to seaweed.

July 13, 1941

Aunt May and Uncle Ben went to a one week tour, leaving the house to Peter. When Tony comes inside, the first thing he does is suck him off against the door.

Later, much later, after they're done with dinner and washing dishes he bends Peter over the table.

August 04, 1941

Ned tells him that he doesn't spend much time with them anymore. Michelle agrees. Peter never meant to avoid his friends. But whatever he has with Tony is still new and fragile and by focusing too much on that, he ignored his friends.

He promises that it'll never happen again. He makes more time for his friends and his uncle and aunt too. It's nice.

August 10, 1941

He celebrates his birthday once at home with his uncle, aunt, Ned and Michelle. They cook all kinds of food, bake cake and decorate the house. In the middle of all the chaos Peter manages to pack some of the food separately.

Later, after everyone's asleep he sneaks out of the house and goes to the bakery. He sees Tony sitting outside, slightly hunched to protect himself from the wind. "Tony! Come'on, let's go inside." Peter pulls the shutter up and shuts it down again after they're inside.

Now from the safety of prying eyes, Tony immediately hugs Peter to his chest. "Happy Birthday, sweetheart. I missed you so much."

"Missed you too, Tony." Peter's voice is muffled from being pressed to Tony's chest. They play music on the radio, eat, dance, drink and kiss the night away.

August 24, 1941

Peter meets Rhodey and Pepper. Just after talking for fifteen minutes Peter can understand that they are the reason Tony has been alive for the last 27 years.

They are as good as Tony said. Right after he introduced Peter, they take him with them as one of their own.

December 10, 1941

There's a war going on around them. The world was in a war for long and now America has joined it too. Tony's troubled by it. More troubled than he wants Peter to know. But Peter can see it on his face. How his brow creases when he reads the newspaper, how he tenses when he heard about bombing somewhere.

Tony hates the fact that there are people dying and there's nothing he can do. Peter hates that he can't do anything about Tony's troubles.

December 31, 1941

Peter wanted to tell his friends about him and Tony today. Tony has met them all. Aunt May and Uncle Ben too. But they all think that Tony's a new friend of Peter and that's it.

He's still not ready to tell his family but he wants to tell his friends. Wants them to know what Tony means to him. He wanted to tell them during new year. For it to be symbolic or whatever but now that the time has come he feels himself feeling anxious.

"Okay, Peter. I don't care how much fun you're having pacing like that but it snot fun for me. What is it? Tell us." Michelle snaps at him.

"Me and Tony are together." Peter blurts out and instantly pales.

"Yeah we know." Michelle says nonchalantly. "Right?" she looks at Ned who nods.

"What? You knew. Since when?"

"Since you introduced him to us. It was kinda obvious." Ned states.

"It was extremely obvious. Even your uncle and aunt know." Michelle retorts. Then she softens her tone. "We love you Peter and if Tony makes you happy then we're okay with it. Your happiness matters the most." Peter loves them all so much.

May 03, 1942

It's been a year since he and Tony met. They make a rose bread in Tony's place with Maria sitting in the porch, reading.

July 07, 1942

Even though Aunt May and Uncle Ben know about him , Peter wants to introduce them officially.

Tony’s a nervous wreck. Nevermind the fact that they've both met Tony several times and adore him enough to rival Peter.

He wants to tease him. Get the revenge for how much Tony teased him for being nervous before meeting Maria. But Peter decided to be the better man. Holds Tony's hand and squeezes, reassuring.

Tony nods at him, a determined glint on his lovely eyes and they enter through the door.

October 31, 1942

Right after meeting Aunt May, Maria and Anna had formed a wonderful (and dangerous) friendship. So today they were doing some 'only girls' thing where they eat, watch movies and shop.

That means Peter and Tony got to have the whole house for themselves after a long time and they use it extremely well. At the end of the day, Peter is searing with pleasure, overwhelmed with the feel of Tony's hands and mouth all over his body bringing out orgasms out of him in ways Peter didn't know was possible.

In return, Peter touches him too. Holding him close, not even letting air pass between their bodies. That's how they spend their Halloween.

February 06, 1943

When Tony tells Peter that he wants to enlist in the military, Peter can't say that he's surprised.

February 20, 1943

They spend the day before Tony's dispatch without talking about it at all. Tony brings out his 1937 Jaguar SS 100 3.5-Liter Roadster, which Peter can't decide is absolutely gorgeous or ridiculous looking.

He takes them to one of his properties where they have a picnic, kiss and sleep together. Both literally and figuratively. Then they do to a drive in movie theater where they watch 'The Spider Women' less and kiss more.

Tony stops in front of Peter's home and brings their lips together one last time. He presses their foreheads together and whispers, "I love you Peter." It sounds too much like a goodbye for Peter to be happy hearing it.

"No, no. You can't say it now. Say it again after you come back and-and then I'll answer."

"Okay, okay honey." Tony gives him a heartbreaking smile and Peter gets out of the car barely holding back his tears. Just before he closes the door Tony mutters a quiet little "Goodbye beautiful." Peter doesn't answer him. Instead he runs inside.

He rushes to his room ignoring Aunt May's calls and shuts the door. He slides down against it, hugging his legs close to his chest he let's the tears fall.

March 01, 1943

A few days later, Rhodey follows Tony because of course he does.

Before Tony left, they promised each other to write letters. It hurt to do, reminding Peter of everything that's missing yet he does it. Because it's something they both need.

March 24, 1943

After almost five weeks he receives Tony's first letter.

Hey beautiful,

I'm writing this on the bus. We're going towards California now. It feels a bit nostalgic to be here. I don't have time for sightseeing though, as we are going to deploy from San Francisco. I don't know how long I'll be there. A few weeks maybe.

I keep thinking about you. About our last day together. How perfect it was, how perfect you were. Laughing, dancing. You look the most beautiful when you're happy.

I miss you so much. Your lovely eyes, pink lips, soft skin, silky hair. I miss everything about you. I need to go now. And I know it'll hurt but please write to darling. I'll wait for your letter.

Forever yours,

AES.

March 25, 1943

Dear Tony,

Trying to write a letter I have realized that I have no talent for it. There are so many things that I want to talk about but now my mind is blank. You're the who's good with words, not me.

I miss you. That I can say. I miss you so much that it hurts. I actually started writing letters right after the day you left. But writing these I discovered that I can never be the one to send the first letter. I'm sorry honey. I'm really sorry but I can't. I can't bear the thought of sending a letter but never getting a response.

I can promise you with everything that I will always reply to your letters. No matter what happens you'll get a reply from me. I'll be waiting for you to come home to me safe and sound soldier. Take care.

Truly yours,

PBP.

April 12, 1943

Hey beautiful, Pretty sure you didn't get my first letter yet. But I had a dream about you yesterday and just needed to write to you. I actually dream about you a lot. But this particular dream was special. It was about the day we first met. You looked so beautiful that day. I think I knew the moment my eyes fell on you that you were the one. You mean so much to darling. Wish I could show you it all. Forever yours, AES.

April 13, 1943

Dear Tony, I'm happy to know that you dream about me. I dream about you too. Though I don't know how to feel about you finding tired and starving me beautiful, I appreciate the sentiment. It was the same for me, by the way. The moment you called me beautiful, I knew you were the one. Yours truly, PBP.

May 22, 1943

Hello beautiful, I got your letter. Thank you for writing to me. And it's okay you don't have to write first. Just reply to my letters and that's all I ask for. I'm in the 107th division. All the other guys with me are really good people. Our Captain is just the tiniest bit of stuck up. But other than that we get along good enough. He and Barnes - another guy here - they're both from Brooklyn. Childhood best friends. Watching them makes me miss Rhodey. And speaking of Rhodey, I'm ninety-nine percent sure that Barnes has a male lover called Sam in the air force. He's with Rhodey. But it's not like I can downright ask him. So I keep my thoughts to myself. Miss you honey. Take care please. Forever yours, AES.

May 23, 1943

Dear Tony, Happy early Birthday, honey. And for the love of God, keep you suspicions to yourself. I don't even want to think about what would happen if you're wrong about him. Take care of yourself. When you come back I don't want a single pound of weight loss. And I don't know if she told you but Maria had flu a few days ago. The fever has broken down but she's still a bit week. I'm staying with her for a while. Yours truly, PBP.

June 18, 1943

Hello beautiful, Mama absolutely did not tell me about her fever. She'd day she didn't want to worry me but she not telling ne things is more worrying. Thank you for staying with her. And I think losing a few pounds is inevitable, my dear. But I swear I'll try my best. Forever yours, AES.

June 19, 1943

Dear Tony, Your mother is a very special person to me too. So no need to thank me for taking care of her. She had me make he five different types of pastries as an apology for telling - rattling to you, in her words - about her illness. I'm any other circumstances, I'd never trust you with you own health. But since I don't have any other option now, I'll reluctantly trust you to take care of yourself. Yours truly, PBP.

June 30, 1943

Hey beautiful, I know I'm writing this letter even before I got the your reply for my previous one. But it's an emergency. Things aren't in the best condition here. So I won't be able to write to you for a while. Honey, I don't know if I'll ever be able to write to you again. Things are bad sweetie. Really, really bad. I'm going to the front lines and I don't know if I'll come back. So, if a military messenger comes to my mama with bad news, please take care of her. Also, even if it hurts and is difficult, I'd like you to move on darling. Find a nice guy. Someone who'd cherish you like you deserve to be. Please take care of yourself. Forever yours, AES.

Reading Tony's letter makes Peter's hands tremble. Tears are streaming down his face uncontrollably. His body is shaking with the force of his violent sobs.

He is vaguely aware of someone taking the letter from his hands. Someone is saying something to him. Maybe Aunt May. But he doesn't know. He doesn't know anything beyond the fact that Tony might not come home to him.

He presses his face into the crook of Aunt May's neck and cries until he passes out.

November 21, 1943

Even after five months, there's no news of Tony or the 107th division as a whole. His name is not among the martyred soldiers and no military messenger comes to Maria with bad news.

Even Rhodey doesn't know anything because apparently they were some specially trained division only engaging in extremely secretive missions. Peter doesn't know what else to do.

He had turned into a living corpse while waiting for any news about Tony. But waiting was all Peter could do, so he did.

January 17, 1944

Hello Beautiful, It's been a while, right? I actually have no idea what to say to you. I want to say I'm sorry an I am. I'm really, really sorry. I know I worried you and I wish I could promise that it wouldn't happen again but I can't. There are full possibilities of this happening again. Darling, when you read this letter know that I thought of you with every single breath I took. And I'll always do that. Forever yours, AES.

After reading Tony's letter, Peter felt like he could finally breathe. After months and months of torturous waiting, he could feel some relief.

He didn't waste any time and started writing a letter.

Dear Tony, After long seven months I could finally breathe today. My mind isn't processing much more than the fact that you are alive. I have been waiting to hear this for so long that now it all feels surreal. You are okay right? Please, please be okay Tony. You need to come home to me, my soldier. Stay with me. I don't know what I'd do without you. And about your last letter, you're my only one Tony. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't adore anyone more than I adore you. And no one can make me feel as cherished as you. So don't you dare say things like that ever again. Yours truly, PBP.

When Peter tells everyone the news, expectedly, Maris cries and unexpectedly, Pepper cries too.

March 13, 1944

Hey beautiful, I'm so sorry dear. I'm sorry that you're hurting. That I kept you waiting for so long. I'm really sorry. I'm mostly okay. No serious injuries just a few scars. The most damage is the seven inch sewing marks on my chest. A bomb blew up right in front of me. It was scary. Baton says I'm like a cockroach who'd survive anything. He's an asshole but he's probably right. And you're my only one too baby. That's why I would never want you to be stuck in the past. But okay, darling. I'll come home to you and we won't talk about that anymore. Take care. Forever yours, AES.

March 14, 1944

Dear Tony, A seven inch sewing mark? A bomb? What are you talking about? How is this okay? This is nowhere near okay. Are you kidding me? This is outrageous. In one sentence you're telling me you're fine or whatever and then you tell me about a bomb blowing up in front of you. Give me some good news darling. Something to quell my heart. Yours truly, PBP.

April 09, 1944

Hello Beautiful, You're my lucky charm y'know. You asked for a good news and IT'S here! I'm promoted. Military promotion during war means someone died and I'm taking their place. But. PROMOTION!!! I'm really happy. You're happy too, right? I did a little victory dance when I was alone in my tent. It's your turn now. Shake that sweet little ass of yours for me, honey. I'm getting paid much more now. See. Taking a bomb in the chest isn't that bad. We can save the money and live in the suburbs. We can build a house with white pocket fence. We can expand the bakery and repair shop there. I'd be our safe haven. I want that with you. Please wait for me. I'll give you everything you ask for. Forever yours, AES.

April 10, 1944

Dear Tony, We're going to ignore your bomb comment and never talking about it until you're home. I'm really happy to hear about the promotion sweetie. Just do y'know, I did dance for you. A white picket fence house in the suburbs seems like a pipe dream to me. Can we really have that? Us. Together. Sounds too good to be true. But if we do have that then let's get pets too darling. A few dogs and cats. Does that seem good? The life you talked about. I want that. And I want that with you. So quickly come home to me soldier. Truly Yours, PBP.

May 17, 1944

Hey Beautiful, It's been three years now since we met. Three years ago I went to the bakery and felt my heart sing. And was lucky enough to have you feel the same. I promise you dear, that we'll have a white picket fence house in the suburbs. It won't be a pipe dream. And pets sound real nice darling. I like big dogs more than the smaller. So you better get prepared to have them tackle you to the ground all day. Honey I wanted to tell you that you shouldn't reply to this letter. Our division is shifting to somewhere else. It's nothing dangerous like last time. Promise. But apparently the postal there is horrible. So it might take some time to send a letter again. Wait for your soldier, yeah? Forever Yours, AES.

Peter read Tony's letter with a small smile. Time to go back to the waiting game, he thought.

August 13, 1944

It wasn't until three months, that Peter got Tony's next letter.

Hey Beautiful, Missed me. I missed you a lot. Happy Birthday, by the way. I wanted this letter to reach you by your birthday so I sent it a long while ago. Did it reach you on time. I hope it did. About the stupid shit Clint says. Bucky trying to throttle him at least once everyday. Steve looking like he has given up on them. These are our little joys during war. I want you to meet them. You'd like them, a lot. When we all come home. I can introduce you. I'll tell them you're my best friend. Maybe I'll tell Steve and Bucky about us. Told you about Bucky and his air force guy remember. They'll be okay with us. Wait for me yeah? Forever Yours, AES.

August 14, 1944

Dear Tony, You seemed so sad on your last letter. Is everything alright? I hope you're doing well. I received your letter three days after my birthday. It was the best gift for me. I miss you so much honey. When you come home you can introduce me to them all. I'd love to meet them. It doesn't what tell them about me. I know what I mean to you and that's enough for me. Waiting for you soldier. Truly Yours, PBP.

September 27, 1944

Hello Beautiful, Did I seem sad in my letter? I didn't realize. I just miss you so much. I haven't seen your face in so long. I feel like when I come home you'll not recognize me anymore. I don't think I'll be able to bear that. Wait for me darling. Please wait for me. Forever Yours, AES.

September 28, 1944

Dear Tony, Don't ever think like that. Ever. No matter what the war does to you, you're Tony. My Tony. My only one. Nothing will ever change that. What I feel for you goes beyond this war and all the others that will come. I'm waiting for my soldier to come home. And when he does I'll never let him go again. I'll cling to you so much you'll get sick of me. Truly Yours, PBP.

November 19, 1944

Hey Beautiful, Thank you for your last letter. I really needed that. It's just that I don't have many things that matter. I have my mama, my friends, the repair shop and you. That's all. And I'm scared to lose them. I want to fight because if me fighting means at least one less person dying then it's worth it. But I miss you so much, sweetheart. These days I have a recurring dream. Well it's more a nightmare, actually. It always starts with me being in a dark cage and then suddenly a missile flies towards me and I think that I'm gonna die. I'd die and break all my promises to you. But then I wake up in my room and run to the bakery but it's not there. You're not there. I hate it so much. I just wanna hold you now. Forever Yours, AES.

November 20, 1944

Dear Tony, Listen to me very carefully. You're are gonna be okay. You're a brave man who is fighting for to save the lives of people he doesn't know. You're gonna fight and live and when you come home I'll be in the bakery waiting for you, sitting on the same chair. I'll always be there for my dear. Always. Truly Yours, PBP.

March 24, 1945

Hey Beautiful, I know this letter is very late. But the place I was in for the past three months had no postal service. It was supposed to be a quick rescue mission but it turned out to be more complicated than that. I should've warned you. I'm sorry. Sorry if I worried you. I read your last letter. I don't know what I'd do without you. You make me wanna be a better man. I'll fight and I'll fight to be alive too. Then we'll meet again in the bakery. Forever Yours, AES.

March 25, 1945

Dear Tony, You scared me to death you idiot. How could you do that? I hadn't heard from you for so long. You didn't even warn me. Please. Please don't ever do that again. Please honey. Please. Truly Yours, PBP.

May 08, 1945

Everyone's saying that the war is over. That Germany has surrendered. But Peter can't believe it. The war had been going on for so long. Tony had been gone for so long and now it's over. Just like that.

November 13, 1945

After the war ended, all soldiers slowly started coming home. Streets started filling with men again. Some families were reunited with their sons, husbands and fathers. Some mourned the loss of them.

Peter was sitting in the bakery. Like he did every single day. He sat in the same chair, looking at the door, waiting for his soldier to come. He enters the bakery at five o'clock in the morning and leaves as 12 o'clock night.

Pepper says he's being self-destructive. She's probably right. But Peter doesn't care. The only thing he cares about is Tony coming home.

Today is just another day of waiting. It's three o'clock in the afternoon. Way past lunch time. Peter is sitting on the chair re-reading 'The Hobbit' when the bell chimes indicating someone's entry. Peter closes the book and stands to greet the customer he hears a voice he hadn't heard in forever.

"Hello beautiful." He feels his heart clench, a lump forming in his throat and eyes stinging. He can't speak, he can't even breathe. He just keeps looking at the man in front of him. Just as gorgeous as the day they met.

Finally after what feels like an eternity he runs towards Tony and jumps on him, legs circling around his waist, hands around his shoulders and face nuzzled in the crook of his neck. "I love you." Peter sobs. "I love you. I love you so much."

Tony holds him close and tight. Peter feels his shirt dampening with Tony's tears. "I love you too my darling. I love you so so much."

His soldier is home.

"The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again."

- Charles Dickens

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[professional-benaddict]

tony in homecoming was so full on dad mode towards peter, i'm so AGAJZHAHHXHS 😭 GOOD LORD I LOVE THEM

Starker wasn’t a thing until after Homecoming🥴🥴💗💗 here are my fave pics of them together😮‍💨😮‍💨

#also little darling anon youve been in my inbox a lot right?🥰🥰 #starker #ironspider #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark/peter parker #tony stark #peter parker #ask

[starker-is-endgame]

what does the tnpt tag mean?

Tony-tn

Peter-pt

#starker #tony stark #peter parker #ironspider #marvel #mcu #peter parker/tony stark #anon asks

[starkrpro]

Before they began dating Peter definitely acted like Rory Gilmore in season one

hdjwhskans this is from like two months ago im so sorry

OLEASE??? I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT to say to this. HOW DO I WRITE THIS.

peter “accidentally” bumping into tony around the avengers tower. tony obviously knowing why peter tenses up around him, rambling on and on about some movie tony never bothered to watch with a red flush covering the boy’s face. the quietness from tony as peter explains everything, desperately waiting for a response so he can shut up, is just a way to egg peter on because tony finds it absolutely adorable.

tony ends up watching the movie, confused but awfully invested in it as he discusses it with peter the next day. peter’s eyes are wide and focused, wanting to pay attention to everything tony says. peter loves this movie, not because it’s good; it’s absolutely awful. in a way it was a test to see if tony would lie about it being great, but also a practical joke that tony wouldn’t get for another week.

and when he does, tony’s mouth slightly drops open at the realization when peter is making fun of the film in front of natasha. peter sees him eavesdropping, and sends him an awkward yet mischievous smile that tells tony exactly where they stand with each other.

tony loves it.

#starker #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #starkrpro asks #peter x tony #starker prompt #tony x peter #peter with rory’s traits #PETER IS ALREADY LIKE RORY #HE WOULD HAVE DONE THIS 100% #AND HIS WHITE LIES WOULD HAVE SLOWLY GOTTEN BIGGER #just to Drive TONY INSANE