#starker fanfiction

[starkerscuteworld]

Peter has the prettiest doe eyes and knows how to use them. He will give Tony the biggest puppy eyes to get what he wants, when he wants it.

The relationship works perfectly as Tony loves to spoil Peter with anything he could ever want in life.

But don’t worry, Peter will make sure Tony knows how grateful he is. He will always thank Tony with a blowjob after every new surprise.

He will give the sloppiest head ever known, taking the older man all the way down until he’s gagging and choking on it.

Tony could never get over the feeling of the younger’s mouth, letting out the most whoreish moan at the feeling of Peters throat constricting around his cock.

He would gently pull Peter off and tell him not to hurt himself, only to have those fucking pretty eyes on him, brimmed with tears from the gagging.

“But I want it to hurt, Mr. Stark.” Peter would say in the sweetest voice, a voice that should not be speaking such a filthy sentence.

and who is Tony to say no to his pretty boy? After all, he gets everything he asks for.

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[soleillov]

Nanotechnology 🤖

🇬🇧: Peter spends a lot of time alone in the engineering lab of Avengers Tower. Until one day Tony shows up to help.

🇧🇷: Peter passa muito tempo sozinho no laboratório de engenharia da torre dos Vingadores. Até que um dia Tony aparece para ajudar.

⚠️: English is not my first language

🔗 In English

🔗 Em português brasileiro

Com amor, Sol ☀️

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[captshipper]

do-nut november '23: day 06. felching

top!Tony x bottom!Peter | almost underage Peter

The boy’s too young. The boy’s too innocent. The boy’s just a boy. 

Until he’s on Tony’s bed.

He’s naked, showing his lean and pale body, still clean and pure, only touched by one man. A man that is more than willing to worship him, ready to give him the best experiences of his life. Peter will never forget him.

Tony’s mouth takes both of his balls into his mouth without an issue, his own cock getting harder as Peter sighs and moans. The position is almost too uncomfortable for his neck, with Peter on his hands and knees. Tony sucks, licks his cock from the hilt to the tip, tastes his precome. It coats his tongue like the most expensive and precious liquor). 

Tony leans back and gently pulls out the butt plug Peter has put there as a little surprised. The older man covers his fingers with lube and pushes two into him, sliding in easily after Peter’s work at getting himself open and ready. 

“Good boy,” Peter moans behind the gag. Tony loves his moans, but loves them muffled even more. “My baby boy.”

Peter shivers

Tony can barely believe that the boy who flies between buildings, and has an absurd super strength, he shivers being called “baby boy” by his childhood hero. It’s cute, a lot cutier when he’s offering his tight hole to be used and abused. He slides his thumb and index finger in and push them apart, the boy breathes hard. His other hand grabs the lube and he drips a good amount of (this stupidly expensive) lube. Then some across his cock.

Peter sounds so lovely as Tony bottoms out much faster than he should.

Tight and hot and wet, a perfect fuck hole.

Good thing Tony is… respectably old. He's not a teenage boy anymore, he would blow his shot when his cockhead was barely inside if he was still a boy himself. He has experience-earned stamina, thank you very much.

“Such a good little boy,” Tony whispers, his hands moving up Peter’s milly and muscular back, he loves the small yet defined body. His nails dig into soft skin and he leaves parallel lines from Peter’s shoulder blades to where the swell of his butt starts. The kid hisses, clenches around his cock like he’s trying to crush it. Feels almost too good.

Tony moves his hands up over the new scratches, he broke skin in a few spots, he pushes Peter’s shoulders until he gets the hint and his chest is pressed against the mattress. Tony positions himself a bit better and takes in a rough, brutal pace of fucking the boy..

The headboard hits the wall, Peter doesn’t moan loudly only because he’s gagged, the neighbor definitely know the little cute twink is being railed. What would they think if they knew he was being railed by the one and only Tony Fuckin’ Stark? The man that could buy this building and the whole block with pocket change.

Maybe it would be more of a scandal than the fact that Peter’s barely legal.

He makes sure he hits Peter’s prostate every other thrust, causing the kid to make the most lovely and pathetic little noises of pleasure, his cute cock dripping precome like a rusty pipe. He doesn’t slow down as Peter cums, fucking his through an orgasm and then through a second. Peter is being hold up by Tony’s hands by the time he thinks he fucked him thoroughly enough, his grip’s bruising on the boy’s hips as he cums.

He doesn’t let him down as he eases his way out, then latches onto the slightly gaping hole. Rimming is already hot, rimming after a fuck? When it’s much warmer and disgustingly wet? Even better. Tony might be a bit of a weirdo, he kind of loves the taste of his own cum. Especially when he licks and sucks it off a hole he just fucked until the person was barely conscious.

Peter gasps, squirms a bit, he’s still not used to the part where Tony cleans him.

Tony will make him get used to it.

#starker #starker fanfiction #starker smut #do-nut november 2023

[ginjupiter]

The Best Sandwiches in Queens

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Word Count: 4180

Summary:

Delmar's Deli-Grocery is indisputably the best sandwich place in all of Queens―though Peter's biased and all, seeing as he's worked there since high school.

Peter first started his part-time job with Mr. Delmar as a way to help May pay off some of the bills. Not much has changed since. He attends Columbia with the help of some hefty scholarships, but that doesn't mean living got any less expensive. Being the sandwich delivery boy for Delmar's Deli-Grocery has its perks, really! Like being able to eat the leftover sandwiches when there's a screw up with an order, or whenever Office Manager slash alpha bachelor Tony Stark places an order for Peter to deliver.

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[starkersblog]

It’s okay, daddy’s here!

TW: mentions of blood, guns/gunshots!, swearing!

I just want to say this is my first time writing and it’s probably not the best but enjoy none the less!

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Peter was out on patrol and what was supposed to be a simple robbery goes south.

Peter’s senses heighten as he hears a burglar alarm go of, webbing his way to the scene, Peter sees the perp and intercepts him chasing him down. *bang* Peter feels a shooting pain in his leg (pun not intended) he looks down and sees blood all down his leg.

The perp fading away in the distance peter slouches down the wall “ah shit that hurts” *whimpering*

Peter’s emergency protocol on his suit notifies Tony unbeknown to peter, after five minutes passed Tony arrived and with no hesitation picked a dazed peter up, rushing him to the stark tower “it’s okay kid, daddy’s here your safe” Tony says as he takes peter to the medical room and gets him patched up.

*2 hours later*

Peter wakes up his leg bandaged up and his daddy beside him.

“Your awake little one, it’s okay now the doctors fixed your leg right up” tony smiled at his little boy

“D-daddy da bad guy gots away I didn’t get hims” Peter winces as he tries to move

“Sh sh sh it’s okay kid we got him don’t worry he wasn’t hard to miss, don’t stress yourself about it you done amazing buddy” tony soothed

“I wan go home wif daddy now don’ wan be in hospital”

“Come on buddy let’s go get you into something more comfy and relax, how does that sound?” Tony suggest picking Peter up and carrying him to Tony’s floor.

“Fanks for being there daddy” Peter says sleepily

“No worries hunny I will always be there for you, now get some rest and let’s get this leg better hmm?” Tony places Peter into bed and get in next to him

“Nite nite daddy” Peter mumbles exhausted from the event of the day

“Goodnight, little spider, your okay now” Tony kisses Peter’s head and falls asleep with him.

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[starkerbee]

I've been thinking a lot about a Peter who is just absolutely starved of affection. May isn't around a lot. When she is, she's too tired - from work, from trying to repay the debts she owns, from trying to keep Peter on the straight and narrow - to really give him that care that he needs so desperately. Maybe they move around a lot, preventing Peter from making friends his own age. And so, Peter finds affection elsewhere.

Quentin Beck came as an unannounced savior. He's so sweet for Peter, so kind. Their interests tend to overlap, and even when they don't he doesn't mind listening to Peter ramble about whatever it is that he's excited about this time. It's innocent at first. Peter sees him as a friend, the only friend he has. When Quentin starts complimenting him, on Peter's smile, how soft his hair looks, how pretty and long his legs are, and how beautiful his moans must sound, Peter just smiles and nods along. He ignores the pit of wrong wrong wrong wrong that forms in his stomach.

Quintin gets more and more possessive. Talking about how Peter is his, and his alone. Peter walks home with a boy from school one day - just a friend, nothing more - and is rewarded by being called a "disgusting, two-timing slut" by Quentin. Peter doesn't know what to do. He's grateful for Quentin, he truly is, but he can't shake the feeling that he should be scared of the older man.

Maybe Peter's resolve breaks one day after another tirage of abusive words from the person who's supposed to be his friend and decides that he needs to do something. He goes to the police and explains his situation to the kind officer that's assigned to him - knowing that Quentin would kill him for speaking negatively of him, let alone to the police. Peter's attempt is in vain. Quentin hasn't hurt him, not in any way that counts according to the law, and since Quentin hasn't touched him in any way that's inappropriate either, there's nothing that the police can do for him.

Not officially, at least, is what the officer tells him later that night - having taken it on himself to secretly take Peter's address from the database at the station. But just because the police cannot help him doesn't mean that Officer Stark will not do everything he possibly can to keep Peter safe.

And Peter? Well, he's just so grateful.

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[cowboysandpilots]

After Everyone is back from the blip, tony has sweet and romantic reunion with peter. Request

(I'm SO sorry!! This has been sitting in my drafts for AGES, and I thought I scheduled it to post, but I guess I didn't. I'm so sorry. I hope you still enjoy. 💕)

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Peter didn't think that he would be back after what happened or that anyone would be really. He certainly never thought that he would ever see Tony again, and that mere thought had ripped his heart out when he was stuck... wherever he had been.

Of course, what actually happened was that Tony was the first person Peter saw. Even though he had superpowers and he could heal all on his own, he had been sent to the hospital because not everyone understood, and the people who did, knew that they needed to keep up appearances of him being just a regular teenage boy. They sent everyone who had been disintegrated by the blip to the hospital, even though the doctors and nurses were woefully unprepared for how to handle something like that.

Peter opened his eyes slowly to the sound of a monitor beeping far too loud for how much his head was pounding. The next thing he registered was the feeling of someone's hand in his, and that's what made him lift his head. Sitting right next to him, in a very uncomfortable looking hospital chair, was Tony Stark, Peter's mentor and secret boyfriend.

He had to squeeze his eyes shut for a second to stop the room from spinning, but when he opened them again, Tony had tears in his eyes. "What's wrong?" His voice sounded foreign even to himself. It was way too rough and very obvious that he hadn't spoken in weeks. The burn made him reach for the plastic cup of water on the table next to him.

"I really thought we lost you, kid. I thought I lost you." He emphasizes.

Once Peter is done sipping his water through the plastic straw, he speaks, much more clearly this time. "You didn't lose me Tony. You can't lose me, you know that. Superhuman healing and all that." He tries to give a smile, something to help Tony see that he really is all right and that he can still joke and keep his spirits high, however he is very weak and he can barely hold with the way his lips quiver.

"Healing or not, I can still lose you if something happens that is impossible to heal, like you disintegrating into thin air, something like that." Tony tries to make his own joke, but just like peter, he couldn't keep it up for too long. He had spent so much time watching over Peter while he slept that he hadn't slept himself. He leans forward, threading his fingers through Peter's hair. "You should get some more rest. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."

Peter nods, soothed by Tony's hand in his hair but just as he's laying back down he speaks up again. "Wait, wait. I don't know how long I've been in here or if anyone's been looking after me besides you but I doubt they've been brushing my teeth for me so I would totally understand if you didn't want to... I mean I just thought—" Peter doesn't get the chance to finish his ramblings because Tony is already kissing him hard enough to bruise his lips.

He doesn't mind, and Tony doesn't mind the fact that, of course, no one has been brushing his teeth for the days that he's been unconscious; he's just happy to be able to kiss Peter again after thinking for so long that he would never get to again. They need each other much more than they need air, anyway.

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[muse-of-gods]

Starker: Adopting A Child

Peter's hand was sweaty where he was holding Tony's as they entered the hospital. They had been waiting for this day for so long that it felt surreal to finally be there for the big day - the day that they were adopting their first child. They had been on the waiting list for nearly a year now and this morning they received the call that there was a baby in the hospital that was waiting for their new parents to adopt them.

Luckily they had already bought all the baby stuff they could think of when they decided that they wanted to adopt, so the baby's room was already set up and stocked. Because when Tony told Peter that they needed to go to the hospital to meet their baby, there wasn't any time to think about basic stuff like that. They simply jumped into the car and had Happy drive them there.

After they entered the hospital, they were shown to the floor where the newborns were taken care of. The elevator ride took forever and Peter wanted to bounce out of the walls with excitement and anxiety. Tony's touch and reassurement was the only thing grounding him on the way up.

When they entered the station, they were met by a lovely nurse who clearly was used to deal with excited new parents because she gave them quick instructions and then immediately led them to a room with a little crib.

Peter slowly walked into the room and over to the crib to look inside, nervous now that it was finally happening. But all his nervousness vanished when he took a first look at the baby - their little baby girl, the cutest baby that ever existed. Peter started tearing up the moment those little eyes landed on him and again it was Tony, who embraced him from behind to also get a look at the baby, who grounded him.

With shaking hands, Peter took the little girl out out of the crib. Beaming he turned around to show her to Tony, who was just was moved by the moment.

Not taking his eyes off her, Tony asked, "Now that you hold her, what do you think we should name her?" They had discussed names before of course, coming up with some wild options as well as more realistic ones, but had wanted to see the baby before deciding which was the right name.

And so Peter looked at her again, at her little head that was already full of dark hair and into her brown eyes, and said, "I think she looks like a Morgan."

"Well then, welcome to the family, Morgan Stark", Tony said smiling. "Let's get you home."

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For @starkerfestivals Flufftober: Having a kid

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[psychocat666]

Summer Bingo 2023

Day 1: Claiming

Warning: 18 content

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[poisonwrites]

Not Talkin' 'Bout Degrees

Rating: E

Pairing: Stephen Strange/Tony Stark/Peter Parker

Words: 6.1K

Summary:

Tony and Stephen were sitting out by the pool, laid out on white lounge chairs and sticky with sweat and sunscreen. A hot wind blew off the beach, rustling their hair but doing nothing to abate the scorching Cancún sun. Currently, Stephen was watching as his husband’s eyes followed the poolside waiter—a tiny little thing with bouncy brown curls and an ass he could bounce a quarter off of.

“You’re a pig,” Stephen murmured over the lip of his margarita glass.

Tony huffed, taking a long drink from his own glass. “Don’t fuck with me,” Stephen’s husband said, voice light and teasing, “I’ve caught you checking out that sweet ass this week more times than I can count.”

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[starkerscuteworld]

there’s a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone.

Peter Parker always loved Tony Stark.

He had looked up to the older man ever since he was a child. Peter wanted to be him, wanted to create and build like him, wanted to help people like him.

and then he gets bitten by the spider and all of a sudden Tony Stark is in his room asking him to help with a fight.

he gets an actual internship at Stark Industries soon after, his literal dream.

and then when he finally gets to know Tony. Starts working around him, talking to him about something other than their superhero stuff and instead about the next upgrades to their suits or how nervous Peter is about getting into MIT.

and sometimes, sometimes they’d just sit in silence.

not the bad kind, it was always sweet and cozy, comfortable and safe.

Peter got to know him as more than just the incredible Iron Man, the Tony Stark.

he got to know him for Anthony, the guy who stays up way to late on a project when he has his mind set to it, who will sometimes go on tangents about what he’s working on as he’s working on it. the man who will always have the slightest smile on his face as he does his work, so enthralled by it.

the guy who still has bad dreams and PTSD nightmares from his fights and kidnapping.

who will go down to the lab after not being able to sleep due to the dreams and instead finds himself getting away to his safe place, his lab and work.

Peter got to know the real Tony Stark and his heart worked faster than his head could, completely surrounding itself in the warmth of the man’s voice and his occasional praise for his work. it would beat in his chest so fast when Tony would wrap an arm around him, he was scared Friday would alert.

soon enough, Peter Parker was completely and utterly in love with Tony Stark

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[truebluedreamer]

Title: I thought we were friends Fandom: Marvel Rating: Explicit (briefly at the very end) Pairing: Tony Stark/Peter Parker Summary:

Peter has never really thought about it before: how other people see them.

He's thinking about it now, though.

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[captshipper]

captshipper's 100 followers special: 003. creampie

100 smutty drabble to celebrate 100 followers

top!Tony x bottom!Peter // starkercest // trans!Peter

he knows it's wrong in every way possible.

that's his father, a man thirty-five years older than him.

that's a man fucking him raw, deep, and Peter's not in any kind of pill or hormone (yet), the risk is there. give himself a little sibling and give himself a child at the same time.

and Peter doesn't care, not when Tony looks beautiful like an angel, hovering on top of him and punding him like a machine. not when there's adoration and raw lust after he pulls out and cum leaks out of Peter's well0sed hole.

he likes being wrong.

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[ginjupiter]

Science and Magic

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Tony Stark/Peter Parker

Summary:

Sometimes it's lonely being the only superhuman in your little friendly neighbourhood— even more so being the sole superhero of your entire universe. In Peter Parker's world, he's the only one of his kind after a fateful encounter with an extraordinary spider. It's not so bad, he reasons, when you're stronger, faster, and brighter than ever before. Though, it would be nice to have a friend who knows what it feels like when having it all means having the weight of the world on your shoulders...

At the ripe age of twenty-four, Peter has managed to make a name for himself as a promising young scientist, all the while keeping his secret identity as New York City's very own Spiderman under wraps. He thinks he's seen everything but he definitely needs to reconsider his stance after meeting a girl who brings him to a different universe.

And it's filled with people just like him.

Superhumans, that is.

AKA

A lonely Spiderman meets America Chavez, confirms the existence of the multiverse, and finds love.

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[90minsofscreentime]

Now that's a Good Omen (I love you, I love you)

Why hello there~~

By golly, I really didn't deliver on the amount of Summer Bingo Prompt Fills I thought I was going to achieve, but here we are! With my Good Omens, Angel/Demon starker AU~

I'm quite proud of this one, truth be told (considering I was rushing to finish this before the deadline), so I hope it's to everyone else's enjoyment also! If you've been mentioned in this post it's because I added you to a taglist of people I'd like to check this story out! Of course, you are under no obligation to read my work if you don't want to, there will be no hard feelings~ <3

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SFSummerBingo2022 Prompt Fill ~ "Angel/Demon AU" @starkerfestivals

Rating: Explicit

“Hello, Angel.”

Beautiful, golden brown locks flounce as Peter turns his head, his hand halfway through the motion of throwing some feed into the water.

“Oh! Hello there, Anthony!” The bright, melodic ring of Peter’s voice reaches Tony’s ears. It should be annoying - especially after all these years. It isn’t. Tony smiles. “Do you still go by Anthony? I can never be quite sure.”

“You can call me Anthony if you want, Pete,” Tony approaches with his usual swagger, hips swinging from side-to-side. Walking normally is boring - sue him. “But I’ve recently taken a liking to ‘Tony’.”

Peter meets him halfway, a paper bag of duck food clutched in both hands - no doubt fattening the birds they’ve visited for hundreds of years. He’s sporting a very flattering cream sweater with a light brown collared shirt beneath it, tied together with matching cream trousers and smart brown shoes. Ever the picture of immaculate spotlessness. Tony himself is draped with his usual black blazer, t-shirt and skinny jeans - his shades a bold blood-red, just because. Colours are fun, especially when you see the world through them.

“‘Tony’,” Peter turns the name over in his mouth, trying it out, tasting it. Tony hopes it tastes nice - like whiskey and cigar smoke or something (the best flavours). “I like it. It suits you,” Peter starts walking slowly towards a park bench; their bench. “It’s got the same refinement as ‘Anthony’, but with a bit more snark - it’s rather suave, I think,” Peter hums as he sits down, his posture upright and perfect, hands politely clasped in his lap. “Yes… I like it very much.”

“Why thank you, Angel. It’s nice to know I’m still just as suave as I was during that St. James’s Court assembly way back when,” Tony muses, settling into his signature slouch on the cold wood as he recounts the memory, sitting perhaps a bit too close to his holy companion, but it’s been a while, okay? He’s excited to see an old friend, that’s all. That’s all there is to it.

“In 1812?” Peter recalls, turning to look at the demon’s sly grin. Peter, delightfully, smirks back. “I still haven’t forgiven you for that… Sneaking up on me in the middle of a social event… And you weren’t even in the proper attire for an evening ball! People were staring at you! You and your lack of any waistcoat or cravat-”

“And yet I received the most feminine attention out of all the mortal bachelors that evening,” Tony preens, interrupting the perturbed Angel. “Say what you will about ‘high class’ ladies, but they’ll drop any responsibilities or decorum at just a hint of scandal and excitement. Usually in the form of a roguish man. Or another tempting woman.” Tony murmurs, thinking back on his past flings and conquests; all the times he’s seen that unmistakable spark of lust in an innocent human’s eyes - be it towards him, or a fellow human. It’s always so much more deliciously profound when it’s towards a forbidden human too. Well, only forbidden by their earthly standards, but still, it’s one of many reasons why spreading the sin of lust is Tony’s absolute favourite pastime. Peter could use some of that , he thinks. N-Not from him of course, just, y’know, lust in general.

Peter’s lips purse a little at his words, as if he disapproves of them yet can’t help but be charmed by them at the same time. Tony’s been on the receiving end of those pursed lips for centuries now and he still hasn’t bored of seeing them. If only he could do more than just look at those plump-

“Well I don’t blame them if that is the case, the poor things - always forced to conform due to something so inconsequential as gender,” Oh, Peter. Ever the saviour of the masses. If the Angel was given creative control of the Earth, Tony has no doubt that it would be a very different, sunny, equality-ridden safe space. Very healthy. Pretty boring. “But, things are different now, thankfully. What today’s generation lacks in style it certainly makes up for in inclusion and progression.”

“Does it really?” Tony interjects, fighting back a teasing smirk.

“Oh, Anthony, stop being so pessimistic about it all,” Peter rebuts, as petulantly positive as ever.

“C’mon, you can’t honestly look at the world right now and tell me it’s so much more improved compared to what it was when we had the first-”

“Alright, I know it’s not perfect, but I just…” Peter stumbles over his next words, seemingly at a loss. Earth can do that to you; leave you scrambling for justification at its most inexplicable failings and shortcomings. Tony understands. “I… I know what these people are capable of when they are at their very best. Their most kind; their most empathetic. So I… I can’t help but hold out hope for them.” Peter’s expression turns serene, his eyes glazing over slightly as he stares down at the shimmering water of the lake. “Anyway… I know I’ve talked about this with you before a-and it doesn’t even really matter in the grand scheme of things what I think so-”

Tony leans forward. Something takes over him, be it Satan or God (hell forbid), and Tony can’t stop himself from pressing an infatuated kiss on Peter’s porcelain, perfectly smooth, oh-my-god-he’s-so-soft cheek. It’s only when Tony realises he’s actively inhaling the Angel’s perfect scent that he comes back to Earth (ha-ha) and pulls away as if burned.

They both freeze. 

Shit, shit, shit–

Centuries have gone by where Tony has managed to hold off the temptation (Yikes, how ironic is that?) and this boring, mundane, 21st Century meet-up by their favourite location is what pushes him over the edge? Really? 

If only his fellow demons could see him now… Heart thumping, face flushing and throat drying - all at the prospect of a petty kiss on the cheek. He’d be a laughing stock. The most pathetic demon to ever walk the grounds above Hell. A lovelorn idiot, falling for the biblical charms of the most innocent being he’s ever put up with. Fuck… I really do love him, huh…

A delicate hand reaches up slowly to ghost over the spot on Peter’s cheek that Tony can’t stop staring at. The Angel’s wide doe eyes flicker around Tony’s face, presumably searching for whatever emotion caused this unexpected occurrence. 

“Wh…” Peter breathes, seemingly at a loss for words. Tony doesn’t blame him. “What… What was that for?” Peter asks genuinely. Innocently. Holding back a delirious chuckle at such guileless sincerity, Tony scrambles for something to say, still avoiding those curious, ethereal eyes.

“I just…” Tony finally glances up, his shades halfway down his nose now, painting just half of the Angel in a rosy tint, while the other half is bathed in the white rays of the midday sun. The once rouge tinged hue of his skin now glowing with purity and goodness and undeniable beauty, as painful as the sun. Tony pushes the frames back over his eyes. “I just really missed you, Angel.” The sincerity of his comment must’ve surprised Peter, his pink lips parting slightly in a silent gasp. Tony holds his breath, waiting for an inevitable slap or rebuttal or perhaps something as simple as Peter walking away until the next Millenia, but neither of them are moving. 

Peter’s features slowly shift into an expression of unadulterated fondness, his eyes crinkling delightfully and his mouth smoothing into a gentle smile. Even Tony’s shades can’t disguise Peter’s unsullied brightness and, by proxy, Tony’s contaminated darkness can’t help but smirk in reply. So fucking beautiful.

“I really missed you too…” Tender fingers slip through the gaps between Tony’s, clasping the Demon’s hand in an achingly sincere grasp. “...Tony.” The air between them thickens as they continue to gaze at each other, hands tightening in an affectionate squeeze. They probably look sickening to any outside observer. Tony couldn’t care less.

In a flash, Peter rushes to connect their lips in a chaste peck, instantly drawing straight back before Tony has a chance to respond. Peter’s eyes widen in anticipation and barely concealed eagerness; a very good omen indeed . Tony can see he is being handed the reins, the power, to decide how this progresses. By now they’ve crossed the point of no return and there’s no need to be chaste about his feelings anymore - his desires. Peter is just too delicious to pass up.

Their lips crash in a much more passionate, violent, dangerous slide than before, with Tony pushing and pushing to get his tongue inside that forbidden mouth, prompting a delightful squeal from the scandalised Angel. Christ, he tastes better than anything I could’ve ever imagined… Tony’s much larger hands grasp the sides of Peter’s face with uncontrollable desperation, he has to grip every soft, supple part of this creature that he can reach, he has to kiss these untouched lips like a mortal starved, he has to appreciate - no, worship - every inch of Peter that has been neglected for millenia, he has to, he has to, he has to–

“Ah, Tony!” Peter gasps, disconnecting their mouths with a wet smack – not at all very far, mind you, as Tony is still clutching onto Peter’s flaming cheeks, so they’re basically still sharing air. “I… I–”

“Yeah?” Tony sighs, licking and mouthing at Peter’s lips; the fire inside him well and truly stoked. You’re never getting rid of me now, Angel .

“I-I think we should mmpf–” Tony captures Peter’s mouth and swallows the rest of his words, unable to help himself. The urgent press of their mouths is almost deliriously painful at this point, but judging by the exquisite breathy moan Peter lets out, he probably doesn’t care either. “W-We should… ngh, definitely stop this public display, Tony…” Oh that’s right, they’re still sitting on this damned bench next to those damned ducks in the middle of this godforsaken park. 

“I would say fuck ‘em and put on a proper show for them to gawk at–”

“Tony! That’s disgustingly vulgar!”

“-But I’d really love to properly defile you somewhere private… All to myself…” Tony presses another firm kiss on Peter’s gorgeous rosebud lips. This beauty deserves to have rapturous sex away from the greedy public – they don’t have the right to set eyes on such an ethereal creature – that pleasure cannot be wasted on baseless mortal idiots. Peter needs to be taken apart in a bed , naked and glorious, without fear, awkwardness or shame, aided by an experienced demon of lust to really explore all of his… possibilities. Enter: Tony. Whoever said he wasn’t a gentleman? “...So… Your place?”

“Oh, Tony,” Peter’s breath hitches as Tony starts planting kisses all over his cheeks, nose, jaw, neck– “I-I don’t think that’s, hah, such a good idea,”

“No?” Tony pulls back from sucking on Peter’s throat, a grin spreading across his face when the Angel instinctively follows after him, no doubt not wanting the sensation to end. Peter’s eyes flutter as his mouth parts - clearly he’s holding onto the very last threads of protest within himself. 

“N-No… I mean yeah, I mean–” Peter clears his throat delicately, his dilated eyes not leaving Tony’s. “We probably shouldn’t…”

“Well, if you say so, Angel,” Tony murmurs, a false air of ease and indifference about the situation, smirk still firmly plastered on his face.

“Y-Yeah, I… yeah.”

“Oh my G–! Uh! Oh my goodness, Tony!” Peter’s soft, plush bed probably feels heavenly to sleep, relax, whatever in, but Tony can attest that it doesn’t provide very good leverage for when one is trying to fuck the brains out of his friend/lover/enemy. Peter himself, however, is probably the most heavenly (haha) thing his cock has ever buried itself into, and for that, Tony can let the infuriating bed slide. He’ll just have to push Peter up against a much firmer surface right after this, and then another after that, and another after that–

“D-Don’t slow down, please, please, please! ” Peter whines, his hands shooting forwards to desperately clutch at any part of Tony he can reach. Tony leans forward and obliges.

“You want me to go faster do you? Harder? Rougher? ” Tony shoves forward in a particularly ruthless thrust in reply, his arms start to shake with the effort of holding himself up over Peter’s squirming form. Somehow they had ended up in missionary position. It almost seemed inevitable what with how they couldn’t stop kissing each other on the way up the stairs, while tearing each other’s clothes and flopping gracelessly onto the bed (although Peter is always graceful, so he probably looked amazing doing it. Tony couldn’t see, obviously. They were kissing. Remember?). They’re still kissing now, and Tony doesn’t think either of them could’ve torn away from the other to discuss an optimal position. It was all so naturally decided – so easy – and somehow it’s the most incredible sex of Tony’s prolonged, never-ending life.

“Oh, G– Oh, Tony, it’s– it’s too much, I-” Peter can barely string his words together with how much the slap of their bodies is knocking the breath from his lungs, causing delicate “ah”s to interrupt almost every word. 

“Oh, Angel… Unh, God, does it feel good?” Tony groans, his stomach flaming with impending heat, his thighs burning with exertion and euphoria. He can feel beads of sweat falling onto Peter’s already glistening stomach and can’t stop himself from leaning forward to nuzzle, open-mouthed, at the wetness. God, he’s so fucking delicious.

“I don’t– ngh, it feels, I-I feel…” a despairing keen pushes out of Peter’s throat as Tony buries himself and starts rotating his hips painfully slowly.

“Do you want me to stop?” Tony asks, with great, great effort. Let this be his only good deed for the rest of time — his one in a million exception before he doubles down on his usual mischief. If Peter isn’t comfortable, then giving in to his adorable, oblivious charms simply isn’t worth it. Shit, maybe I am going soft.

“No, no, no, no!” Peter flings his legs up and around Tony’s waist and pulls, somehow shoving Tony even deeper. “Don’t you dare stop!” Okay then, nope, he’s definitely not going soft, in fact, he is still hard (very, very much hard) and primed to burst at a moment’s notice. Jesus, Peter, you’re really gonna make me blow my load like a horned-up mortal teenager, huh?

“Don’t worry, Angel, I’m not gonna stop… Shit, I don’t think you’ll ever get me to stop now,” Peter sighs in delight at Tony’s words, his face scrunched in new, undiscovered ecstasy. And the Angel deserves every second of it. 

Tony doesn’t realise his eyes beginning to close or his mouth beginning to gape in unrestrained pleasure, his primary movements being relegated to: thrust, thrust, hold Peter as close as possible, repeat. He can guess that Peter is right there with him, just as lethargic and just as far gone judging by the never ending stream of “unnnhhh” leaving his mouth, made jerky and irregular with every pounding thrust into his body. Tony adores how unintelligible he’s caused his Angel to be, how carnal … Reducing such a holy, virginal creation to an obscene, amorous creature could grant Tony the most unheard of bragging rights in hell – he could be recognised as one of the very few demons in history to tempt and have his way with a forbidden being. But, strangely… the thought is completely reprehensible to him. 

Why on Earth would he let anyone else get their dirty hands on something so intimate? Peter isn’t a notch in his centuries-old bedpost. Now that he’s finally been invited to savour the Angel – to guide him through such uncharted pleasure – why would he ever distribute that with anyone else so undeserving? Hell, Tony is nowhere near deserving of everything Peter’s giving him; everything he has to handle with unwavering tenderness, so as to not let the Angel break like porcelain beneath his scarred hands. No one can get anywhere close to breaking Peter. He can’t let them.

A small gasp emits from beneath him, a separate sound to the passionate utterings of their intercourse, so Tony pries his eyes open to investigate. Peter isn’t looking at him, instead he is looking past him, above him and around him with a disbelieving expression of fondness. Tony blinks rapidly and realises the added weight behind his shoulders – something that must’ve appeared so gradually he didn’t notice – and just in the corner of his vision does he spot shining black feathers. My wings are out…

Slowly, but surely, Tony feels his cheeks bleed into an embarrassing shade of pink or red or whatever the hell colour blush is. What the fuck. This is too much, Peter surely knows just how far gone he is by now, and it’s probably fucking everything up. 

“Hah, uhhh sorry about that,” Tony breathes, still in disbelief that he lost so much control over himself to stop concealing his wings. “I-I’ll put them away,” He hasn’t done anything like that since he was first created, and even then it quickly became second nature to hide the large span of his wings unless absolutely necessary. What kind of pathetic demon have I become?

“No!” Peter exclaims loudly, surprising himself as well as Tony with his urgency. “N-No, don’t do that…” the Angel repeats, gentler this time. Delicately, Peter begins to lift himself up and off of his back, legs still wrapped around Tony; their bodies still connected at the crotch. Tony reaches to help pull him up and hold his back for security and balance. Tony feels… nervous. Exposed. He feels inexplicably… human. Waiting for a rejection or a confirmation that seems life changing in its importance, when really it’s just another occurrence in a universe full of events that couldn’t be more meaningless. But… it feels…

Peter’s eyes gaze at Tony’s, his hair ravaged and his face sweaty, still the most beautiful person Tony’s ever laid eyes on. Their heartbeats throb in ferocious tandem together, so uncertain, yet so undeniably full of… something. Something indescribably universal that even two weary spirits can feel it so deeply. 

An astonished sound punches out of Tony’s chest when he sees two magnificent wings emerge from Peter’s shoulders, stretching out to their full glory behind him, so incredibly grand and opulent; so exquisitely white. Tony reaches up and feels, and a shuddering moan escapes Peter as he rushes to touch Tony’s wings in reply, both of their hands tentative and full of wonder. Liquid heat lustfully rushes to every inch of Tony’s form, causing his hips to jerk and Peter to quiver at the sensation.

It doesn’t take long for them to start humping against each other urgently, still sitting upright, and still clutching onto each others’ wings. Huffs and pants and groans fill the air around them – too desperate to be restrained – and Tony is barely holding back from his climax, his entire lower body straining with the tension needed to thrust, stay upright and clutch onto Peter. It’s a monumental task he is willing to perform for Millenia if it means Peter gets to experience the crest, the peak , of his pleasure a hundred times before himself. God, he can’t wait for Peter to cum.  

Neither can Peter, it seems. The Angel’s grip on Tony’s wing and shoulder, respectively,  tightens and tightens until the Demon is certain there will be scratches on his flesh and loose feathers all over the bed – a thought that leaves Tony absolutely gleeful. 

“Woah, I–” Peter gasps in surprise at something and tips his head back before looking down at where their bodies are connected, squirming restlessly in Tony’s lap. “ Ah! Oh my– Tony, I feel, something’s–” Oh fuck yes, he’s getting close. Tony immediately speeds up his hips.

“ Yes, do you feel it, Angel? That heat inside of you?” Tony purrs, eyes glued to Peter’s helpless expression. He’s not missing one second of this.

“I do, I feel it– Oh my G– Tony it’s coming! It’s getting– Ah! ” Peter yelps as his whole body begins to shake delightfully, his back arching dramatically until his head hovers just above the mattress, an irresistibly erotic picture. Fuck, I love him so much. Wait. Shit.

… Love?

Tony whimpers and keeps thrusting forward, trying to ignore the echo of that word in his head, but looking down at Peter, at one of his hands smoothing across the miles of ivory skin laid out in front of him, the feeling of his other supporting hand – holding the skin right in between those silky, white feathers – he can’t help but repeat the thought. Again and again. Fuck it, I do love you, I love you, I love everything about you, I want to see you cum for me, I want to feel your pleasure squeeze me when you climax, I love you, I love how you feel, I want to cum inside you and never pull out, ever, I love you, I adore you, I need you–

“ Tony! ” Peter wails desperately, scrambling for purchase, pulling Tony on top of him as he lets himself go and falls back onto the sheets, his moans rising in pitch, volume and urgency. “I-I’m going to– I! I need– Ah, fuck, Anthony! ” Tony feels the exact moment when Peter cums, the tightness that immediately follows, accompanied by an lascivious scream. It’s heaven. 

His thrusts become violent, ardent and needy, making sure to hit that sweet spot inside Peter every single time so that the Angel’s elation can last that much longer. Tony’s stomach flames with a familiar intensity and he lunges forward to kiss Peter ferociously, needing to taste and feel every inch of him as the heat rises and rises and rises inside of him, before finally, exquisitely, coming to a crest. There is about half a second of stillness. And then . Liquid pleasure floods Tony’s entire body, shooting up from the tip of his toes to the highest point of his temple, intensive, extreme, it’s too much. It’s perfect .   

“Unhhhh, fuck ,” Tony groans, exhausted, sinking on top of Peter just carefully enough to not completely crush him or his wings. Tony’s black feathers stretch and flex before coming to curl around his and Peter’s quivering forms. The quiet is comfortable and natural, filled with only their tired breaths and the occasional smack of lips against skin whenever one of them feels like blindly kissing whatever they could reach. Tony has never felt so content.

“I love you too.”

Shit, never mind.

Tony’s eyes snap open at the whispered confession, his heart rate starting to pick up once more. For a moment he is confused… Unsure. ‘ I love you too?’. But then he remembers. ‘ Fuck it, I do love you, I love you, I love everything about you–’, Fuuuuuck.

Did he… Did he really say all of that out loud?

“Did I really say all of that out loud?” Tony quips, still not daring to move and have Peter see his face. There’s a rustle of fabric and Tony can just tell that Peter has turned to look at his face, turned to the side as it is.

“Did you not mean it?” Peters murmurs at length, his voice quieter and insecure. Dammnit, you’re messing it up, Tony. 

“No, no, no. I mean yes! I mean,” Tony huffs and shifts his position, coming to lay on his side facing Peter, rather than lay on top of him. Stop being a coward. “I… I did mean it – I do – I just… didn’t think I was saying it all out loud,” He chuckles, braving a glance at Peter’s face. The Angel looks amused.

“Well, you did,” Peter affirms, a playful grin beginning to spread. “And I enjoyed hearing it very much,” Peter purrs, seductively. Holy shit, Tony’s created a monster. And he couldn’t be more perfect.

Let’s just say that Tony continues to tell Peter he loves him for the rest of the night, again and again and again until his voice is hoarse (and thoroughly used) and Peter responds just as excitedly to every utterance of the phrase. They’re still saying it by the time morning arrives and Tony can hazard a guess that – after 13.7 billion years of waiting – neither of them are going to stop making the other scream it anytime soon.

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[muse-of-gods]

Peter and Tony started dating in secret since they knew that many people would have objections with their relationship, for many different reasons. But after they had been together for 6 months, they decided that it was time to start telling their friends about their relationship.

Some people already knew by that point. Aunt May knew because Peter just couldn't hide his excitement when they started dating and told her two weeks after they got together. And Pepper knew because she walked in on them a few weeks back while they were making out in the workshop (thanks Jarvis for just letting her in).

So that only left one other important person in Tony's life that he wanted to tell before everybody else knew - his best friend Rhodey. And although Tony had been caught in many compromising situations by Rhodey (some of which his friend wasn't completely innocent in himself), he was still nervous. He knew of course that Rhodey would support him, but what if this was the one exception?

So after a few beers and a terrible action movie, Tony had enough courage to tell Rhodey about Peter and his relationship, watching his face closely for his friend's reaction. And he was surprised when Rhodey started laughing.

"Why are you laughing? I'm not joking! Or do you think it's so impossible and that's why you're laughing? I - "

"Don't be ridiculous, Tony", Rhodey cut in before Tony could keep on rambling. "Do you really think that I hadn't noticed that you're together until now?"

Tony's surprised face must have said it all.

"It's so obvious, I'm shocked that none of the others have noticed yet! Ever since you started spending more time with Peter, you look so happy when he's around. I don't have to drag you out of the workshop every morning because you have actual sleeping habits now. And let's be real, the way you stare at Peter's ass when he's in the suit, it looks like you're about to drool."

"But why didn't you say anything then? I was stressed out for the last week about how and when I should tell you, and you knew this whole time?"

"That's exactly why I didn't say anything", Rhodey said with a wink. "I thought that I'll give you time to decide when and how to tell me. I didn't want to push you when you were not ready. I couldn't have you freak out and leave Peter because of that, his Aunt would haunt me!"

That finally made Tony relax and smile. "Well, then I take it that you approve of me and Peter and don't have any objections?"

"He is amazing, Tony. Don't ever let him go", Rhodey said, smiling back.

"Thanks buddy, I'm not planning to. Now, what other bad movie should we watch?"

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