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buckybeardreams · 2 years

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Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Minor Tony Stark/Others - Relationship, Minor Peter Parker/Others Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Pepper Potts Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Father/Son Incest, Top Tony Stark, Bottom Peter Parker, Slut Peter Parker, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unrequited Love, Mutual Pining, Guilt, Being Walked In On, sexual awakening, discovering porn and masturbation, Coming In Pants, Daddy Kink, Size Kink, Anal Sex, Deepthroating, Blow Jobs, Feminization, Degradation, Anal Fingering, basically Peter's a slut just like his daddy and Tony's only gay for Peter, Embarrassment, Awkwardness, Protective Tony Stark, Brat Peter Parker, Daddy Issues Summary:

Everything was fine until Peter walked in on his dad fucking his receptionist. Now everything was going downhill, and nothing could ever be the same again.

Words: 1,940

Warning: Peter’s 11-13 in this fic

Peter spent the next few weeks locked away in his room and taking increasingly longer showers as he discovered the pleasure of his own touch, and Tony just shook his head and grumbled about horny fucking kids.

He finally managed to corner Peter when the boy left his room, lured out by a deep-seated need to work on an idea that came to mind. Peter barely glanced his way when he came down to the lab, ignoring his dad and starting to pull out tools and parts.

Tony licked his lips, waiting until Peter was submersed in his project before finally approaching him.

"Whatcha workin' on, kid?"

Peter looked up, startled, and then immediately looked away, blushing.

"Nothin', go away," Peter mumbled.

Tony sighed, snagging him around the waist and scooping him up into his arms like he weighed nothing—Honestly, the kid didn't weigh much.

"Daddy!" Peter squeaked, the word making him feel dirty after watching a very specific type of porn he'd stumbled upon and inadvertently become obsessed with.

Tony propped him up on a semi-clear workbench, gripping Peter's chin when he wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Look at me, kid," Tony said firmly, the words shooting straight to Peter's crotch. "We need to talk."

Peter squirmed, his hands clutching at his dad's shirt.

"Dad… I—"

"You're avoiding me, you won't even look at me, and I gotta be honest. It hurts, kid. Look, I'm sorry about what you walked in on. I didn't mean for that to happen, and I promise it won't ever happen again, but it's been weeks, Pete. You can't just ignore me forever."

"I don't wanna talk about it!" Peter whined.

"You know there's nothing wrong with it, right? Nothing wrong with wanting to feel good. Whether that's with someone else or with yourself. It's nothing to be embarrassed about."

Peter's eyes widened in horror.

No matter what his dad said, he was so fucking embarrassed right now, and he so didn't want to talk about this, so why did he feel so turned on? His blood was running down south, filling up his tiny member until it was throbbing, standing at attention just from the proximity to his dad and the knowledge that his dad knew what he'd been doing in his room.

"S–Stop! Lemme go!" Peter begged, pushing against his dad's chest.

Tony grabbed his wrists.

"Hey, I'm not trying to embarrass you, kid, I'm just trying to talk to you—" Tony said, exasperated. "Peter, stop!"

The order, the frustration in his dad's expression, the slight squeeze to his wrists, feeling his dad's strong body pressed up against his own smaller one as he tried to escape, wriggling up against him futilely. It was all too much, and poor Peter couldn't stop himself from coming, his body tensing and a cry slipping past his lips.

"D–Daddy!"

Tony froze, shocked as a wet spot formed on Peter's pants.

"Oh my god, did you just—"

Peter tugged at his grip, mortified, tears in his eyes and shame settling in his stomach, stripping him of the usual good feelings that accompanied an orgasm.

"Lemme go!"

Tony released him, stumbling back a few steps, and Peter scrambled away, running out of the room as fast as he could. Tony just stood there, shocked. And to his horror, he felt his dick twitch to life.

"Holy fuck," Tony muttered, freaking out because what the fuck just happened?

And why the hell did seeing his son like that turn him on?

Tony started avoiding Peter after that, both of them rushing out of the room if they happened to cross paths. Peter didn't call him Daddy, didn't say anything to him if he could help it. Peter didn't crawl into his dad's bed anymore; they didn't hug or cuddle. Hell, they barely even saw each other.

They were both miserable, and Tony felt like a shit parent when, for the first time in twelve years, he worked through Peter's birthday.

Their relationship was strained and tense, and Peter believed that it was his fault, that his dad was disgusted by him, and he cried himself to sleep on his birthday night when his dad never showed up to wish him a happy birthday.

Peter knew he had ruined everything, and he knew his dad would be so much happier if he wasn't around, so he asked Pepper if he could go to boarding school for seventh grade. He didn't want to leave, but he was ashamed and needed to escape before he made everything worse. Pepper didn't like the idea, expected Tony to say no, but he didn't, and so Peter headed off to boarding school that following year.

Tony showed up at the airport to see him off at Pepper's insistence, but it hurt so badly when Peter wouldn't look at him. Both of them standing there, hoping the other one would close the distance and feeling hurt when they didn't.

Tony cleared his throat, wanting to pull Peter into a hug, wanting to beg him not to go, to tell him he'd fall apart if he did, but instead, he just pulled out his wallet.

Peter watched in disbelief as his dad pulled out a credit card and held it out.

"For school stuff or Legos or whatever."

Peter snatched the card, glaring at it.

"Yeah, whatever," He scoffed, his hurt burning inside him, intense like rage licking at his limbs, threatening to consume him.

He shoved the card in his pocket and climbed onto the private jet, not looking back.

Pepper shook her head, sending Tony a what the fuck look.

"You know when we talked about you being a great dad? Well, you're really turning into a shit one, Tony."

Tony shoved his hands in his pockets, closing his eyes to fight back tears.

He was a Stark. He was not going to cry, even if it felt like his whole world was falling apart around him. Peter was his whole world, and Tony was losing him, had probably already lost him.

He felt like the absolute worst when he turned away.

"I gotta get back to work."

Their relationship only worsened as the months passed, and Peter rarely heard from his dad. Tony didn't show up for parent events, Peter didn't come home for the holidays, and they both sank deeper and deeper into misery.

Peter gave Pepper a halfhearted smile when she showed up to get him at the end of the school year. She tried to cheer him up, tried to distract him from his father's absence with ice cream and a new Lego set. It didn't work.

He didn't cross paths with Tony for a couple of days after he arrived home, running into him late at night.

Tony froze, not expecting Peter to be awake.

"Uh, hey, Pete, you're home," He said as though he wasn't very aware of his son's presence in the tower.

Peter's eyes hardened, and he scoffed, shoving his feet into his shoes and heading for the elevator.

"Where the hell are you going?"

"Why do you care?" Peter snapped, slamming the button to the elevator.

"Peter! Don't you dare—"

Tony cursed when the doors closed.

He didn't confront him right away, following his son from a distance, pretty sure he was doing something shady because he strolled right up to some guy in a hoodie. Tony watched in disbelief as his son flirted with some man who was easily as old as he was.

When Peter slipped his hand into the man's, Tony expected it was a drug deal, but then Peter flashed a charming smile and tugged the man into an alley, and Tony cursed, scrambling out of his car and crossing the street.

He found his little boy on his knees, hands fumbling with the man's belt.

"Peter!" Tony snapped. "What the hell are you doing, kid?"

"Hey, you gotta wait your turn, man," The guy said.

"My son is thirteen, so unless you want to have your ass thrown in jail, I suggest you get the fuck out of here," Tony shot back, his eyes cold.

Tony grabbed Peter's arm, hauling him to his feet.

"What the fuck!" Peter protested. "Lemme go!"

Tony rounded on him, making Peter stumble back a few steps, his eyes wide.

"What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck are you doing trying to suck off some grown man? You're thirteen, Peter!"

"Why the fuck do you care?"

"I'm your dad! Of course, I care!"

Peter scoffed.

"That's real fucking rich of you, Dad. Look, I get that I ruined our relationship, but you don't get to pretend you care. You don't have to play dad. I'm not a little boy anymore. I don't need Daddy to save me. I can take care of myself just fine."

"Apparently, you fucking can't! Because roaming the streets at night looking for men to fuck is fucking stupid, Peter!"

Peter scowled down at the ground, and Tony shook his head, groaning.

"Just get in the car, kid."

Peter gritted his teeth but did as he was told, slamming the door shut behind him.

Tony shut his eyes, wondering how the fuck this had all gone so wrong, before slipping into the driver's seat.

"Fuck my life," Tony muttered under his breath as he pulled away from the curb.

Peter just glared out the window, furious that his dad was finally paying him attention, and it was only to treat him like a stupid kid.

So what if Peter liked to fool around with older men? Who was his dad to judge him for that? Peter had read the articles about him when his dad was ignoring him. So he knew how much of a manwhore he was.

A playboy, that's what people called him, and there were countless pictures online showing him out with women, scantily dressed, all over him, and he was clearly into it. And maybe Peter was jealous. Maybe he resented the fact that all those random women could gain his attention, and Peter was somehow undeserving of it. All he wanted was to be noticed.

He knew he'd fucked things up, but he just wanted his dad to love him again, to want him the way he seemed to want the sluts in those photos. Was that really too much to ask for? Was it really so wrong to want that?

"Kid, hold up," Tony said, snagging Peter's wrist before he could close himself in his room. "You know you didn't ruin our relationship, right? It was me. I got all twisted up, and I dropped out of your life, and it was really shitty of me, but it's not your fault, kid."

Peter swallowed back the lump in his throat, pulling his wrist out of his dad's grasp but not running away.

"You think I'm disgusting, don't you?"

Tony frowned, tilting up Peter's chin.

"God, Petey, no, I definitely don't think that. You're my son, and I love you. I just—I freaked out, okay, and I'm sorry. But you can't do shit like that, okay? You scared the shit out of me."

He looked scared, genuinely worried, and Peter felt bad, but he also felt relieved. This was what he had wanted, to have his dad notice him, to have proof that he still cared.

Peter bit his lip, hesitating only briefly before pressing a chaste kiss to his dad's lips.

"Night, Dad."

Tony's lips tingled as Peter turned tail and headed into his room before Tony's brain could turn back on.

"Holy shit," Tony muttered, his hand covering his mouth. "I'm so going to hell."

#starker #starkercest #tony stark/peter parker #tony/peter #tonypeter #tony x peter #ironspider #marvel fic #marvel #mcu fanfiction #mcu #my fic updates

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crown-filth · 2 years

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CW: grooming

Hey everyone I just logged into my old laptop that was still signed into this account, but It’s been a long time so I honestly doubt anyone remembers me.

Anyway, just learned that the person in the fandom who was grooming me while I was running ithia blog deleted. good news I suppose but it feels wrong, I feel like I should’ve said something years ago but a lot of people liked his content and I was just generally scared and confused. It took me a while come to terms with what had even happened honestly, and by that point even thinking about this blog made me feel shit, so I just stayed away.

Now that he’s gone... I don’t even know if it’s worth saying who he was because I don’t feel like talking about it after this post, I don’t feel like explaining what happened, I don’t feel like providing evidence, I don’t feel like having to defend myself, I don’t feel like “ruining” his content for anyone, I don’t want to log into this account ever again. But then what’s the point of this post if I don’t call him out? fucking nothing. Closure maybe? Idk, I guess there’s also the possibility that he’s still out there and just changed his blog name or whatever, so that’s probably good enough reason for me to not name him. He has my old address too so... better safe than sorry I suppose.

It’s kind of ironic though, isn’t it? I was in a fandom that romanticized grooming, while I myself was being groomed. He knew how old I was, he knew I was 16 when we started talking, he was 21. Fuck him honestly, I wish the absolute worst on him and his and his annoying ass girlfriend. I hope his mom kicked them out during the pandemic and it ruined their relationship, I hope they both spend the rest of their lives miserable, better yet I hope they’re fucking rotting. In my head he died alone and his cat started eating his body before anyone found him. Idk if that’s too morbid but honestly I don't care he deserves it.

And wait, back to his girlfriend, ‘cause I’m still struggling to wrap my head around the shit she did. Like, how do find out that your man is in a sexual relationship with a fucking 16 year old, and instead of cussing him out, stomping his ass and throwing his phone in a river... you decide to join in? You decide to send her explicit pictures of yourself. Make it make sense. MAKE IT MAKE SENSE!! How sick and fucked do you BOTH have to be.

He had me send him pictures, you know. Audios too. I pray to god he doesn’t still have them. Or that if he does he gets caught for cp, at least some good would come out of it.

and dude, if you ever see this, I want you to know:

I hate you with every fibre in my being, if I ever saw you I’d probably push you into traffic.

I know I said it before, but holy shit your girlfriend was so fucking annoying. Like ooooooh my fucking god I never liked her, and if you’re still together, you can feel free to tell her that ❤️. And like... she never knew how to have a normal ass conversation with me. The first time we ever talked one on one I think she brought up some bestiality fantasy involving me (the details are blurry and I’ve honestly repressed a lot of what happened but I’m pretty fucking sure this happened) BUT LIKE WHAT THE FUCK BITCH??????

Oh yeah, it’s also weird as fuck that you, a white man, call your girlfriend, a white woman, “waifu,” IRONICALLY ENOUGH WHILE GROOMING AN ASIAN GIRL FCYGFCF OMG I HATE WHITE PEOPLE Y’ALL ARE CORNY AS FUCK

And look, I know I was already a little #fuckywucky in the head when you met me (I mean, judging by my old content, I think everyone knew that), and was constantly saying and doing shit way beyond what I should have been at that age, but it shouldn’t have been a sign to involve yourself with me, what the fuck were you even thinking?????? Just because a kid is imitating adults don’t fucking mean they’re ready to do adult shit, it means something is WRONG. Then again I guess this statement is kind of fucking pointless because you seemed to have liked that I was in high school so.... oh yeah fun fact everyone, he tried to get me to touch myself in school. I didn’t do it, don’t worry, I think I faked it and told him I did but I can’t remember.

choke choke choke choke choke choke choke choke DIE DIE DIE DIE

Anyway, I guess that’s all folks. I don’t know what the point of this was but I just felt like I had to do it. Maybe now that I’ve done it, the next time I get high enough to be reckless I’ll drop his old username. doubt it though, he rarely crosses my mind these days. And honestly I’m a little embarrassed too. Like, I know I was groomed and I know it wasn’t my fault, but omfg I’m too hot to be associated with him in any way, even at 16/17 how was I so blinded by insecurity and self hatred that I was talking to him- genuinely one of the most pathetic, corny, earing-backing Smelling ass fucking people I’ve ever met, while the guy I was crushing on (one of the cutest people in my grade imo) was secretly crushing on me too for months. The juxtaposition of that makes me grieve those years, man. I should’ve enjoyed being a teenager, I should’ve talked to that kid before the pandemic took my senior year, I should’ve had a normal fucking high school relationship I WAS ROBBED OF THAT FUCK YOU.

Ok now I’m done.

And to anyone who read all the way to the end, thank you I really appreciate it.

[addition]: I just wanted to clarify that I don't have any lll feelings for the fandoms I tagged, I used those tags because those were the ones I was most active on. Admittedly, Starker does make me a little bit uncomfortable looking back, but I accept that I seeked out that content because that's what I wanted as a 16 year old, I was putting myself in Peter's shoes. And honestly, if I still cared about marvel I'd probably be all over HTP to this day, I'm happy to see it hasn't died out.

#idk what to tag this #starker #TonyPeter #Peter Parker/Tony Stark #hydra trash party #I think i posted htp content. did I?#anyway i doubt anyone's gonna read this

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makeithappenandreal · 3 years

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Ok but imagine Tony Stark watching the events of Spiderman NWH unfold from the heaven:

Tony: Do they motherf*ckers call my son DEVIL?! I will be a ghost and haunt all of them!

Tony: I gave EDITH to Peter you can't take EDITH from Peter you twags!

Tony: HE IS SIXTEEN! F*ck you mysterio you

Tony: Oh who is that hot guy? Oh it's Peter's advocate good.

Tony: Yes my son is going to my husband to ask for his help good for him now surely Stephen will fix this

Tony:..

Tony: Did they just..OPENED UP THE mULTI-WHAT?!

Tony: HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO FUCK THIS UP OMG

Tony: Stephen you stupid handsome piece of shit you-

Tony: LITERALLY THE FIRST TIME I DIE AND THEY-

Tony: AND PETER EVEN THOUGHT AC/DC WAS LED ZEPPELIN *cries at Natasha's shoulder*

#ironstrange #strangeiron #tonypeter #irondad #spiderman #spiderman nwh #spiderman no way home #ironman #tonystark #tony x stephen #stony #avengers #tony #endgame #spiderman3

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snowstark · 3 years

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For the prompts, maybe 24 & 42 with starker? -🍓

hi strawberry babie! i’m sorry this took so long, i hope you enjoy!! <3

24. “Behave.”

42. “You make a sound and it’s game over.”

Peter let fly another whimper, high-pitched and strained as he struggled, and Tony chuckled. “D-Daddy—”

“Oh, baby,” Tony crooned. “Don’t come crying to Daddy when you said you could handle it. Don’t you remember what you were telling me just a few minutes ago?” He pinched the inside of Peter’s thigh, making him gasp. “Please, Daddy, wanna feel you for days, want you to make me hurt, I can take it, I promise,” he mocked, voice taking on an exaggerated, nasally tone as he imitated the words that had come out of Peter’s mouth. It made Peter flush scarlet. “No one told you to come to my office and try to ride my dick without any prep, sweetheart.”

Peter whimpered, heart skipping a beat as he remembered the glass office walls, where anyone—literally anyone—could walk by and see what was happening. Peter was behind Tony’s desk, which was, thankfully, not glass, but it didn’t provide much cover, not when—not when he was straddling Tony’s lap, his legs spread on each side of Tony’s thighs, chest pressed flush against him as he tried to sink down on his cock.

Tony ran a hand down his spine, chuckling. “‘s a bit harder than you thought, huh, baby?”

“N-No,” Peter gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as beads of sweat flecked his forehead. “Can take it, I can—”

“Oh, can you? What’re you waiting for, then? I’m getting bored, darling.” Tony twisted to mouth at the side of his neck, under his jaw, sucking, then biting. He let his hands flutter down to Peter’s hips, gripping them hard, hard enough to bruise, and pushed.

Peter made a choked, garbled noise as he sank down, not fully, yet, but halfway, maybe. He barely managed to hold back a wail. If they were at home, he would’ve shrieked, would’ve cried out, would’ve sobbed from how good the burn and the stretch felt, how satisfying it would feel to have Tony finally fully inside him—

Tony chuckled again. “Behave,” he advised, eyes glinting with amusement. “You make a sound and it’s game over. Wouldn’t want anyone coming down to my office from the ruckus you make while being such a needy thing, hm?”

“N-Not that easy,” Peter gasped, rocking back, letting himself adjust before attempting for more, feeling the burn—

“No?” Tony grinned. He pinched the inside of Peter’s thigh, making him jerk violently, nearly sending them both toppling from the chair. “Wonder why you told me this would be easy, then.” Pressing a kiss to Peter’s sweaty forehead, he murmured, “You chose your seat, sweetheart, so sit in it. Don’t worry, Daddy’ll help you. I gotcha.”

Peter whined, tilting his neck back as Tony kissed his jaw, then his neck, sending shivers down his spine, then whimpered when Tony “accidentally” jostled him. Jerk.

This was going to take a while. And all Peter could do was hope that no one would walk down to Tony’s office and see what was happening past the glass walls that served to create their own little world, where they were Daddy and baby.

send me smut prompts!

#starker #ironspider #tony x peter #tony/peter #tonypeter #dom!tony #sub!peter #my fics #>:) this one was fun. classic office sex for the win <3

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holographic-trashcan · 4 years

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Word headcanons: Melody and bookshelf :)

No specification so going for soft Starker here, pls reply or resend if you had other ideas/intentions

Melody : Sometimes, Peter can hear Tony play piano, something slow and soft and Tony will play for Peter if he asks.

Bookshelf : between the two of them, they finally have to reno a whole floor, and make it into a proper library. It ends up being two floors and they love it, floor to ceiling bookshelves as far as the eye can see.

#starker #tonypeter #soft stuff #hc

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ironstrangle · 4 years

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stupid holiday - starker ~2100 words - fluff - pg-13

written for @starker-valentines with a prompt by @prettieststarker who wanted Tony saying he wouldn’t be around for Valentines, then surprising Peter. PG-13 rated fluffiness.

“I know that it’s not a big deal.”

Peter looked over to Ned and shook his head at his best friend’s knowing look. He and Ned had been best friends since they were children and had lived together since their first semester of college. Nobody knew him better than Ned Leeds, and he wasn’t fooling him with his dismissals.

“You know that it shouldn’t be a big deal, but it is,” Ned amended, glancing back from where he sat at his desk. “Peter, it’s okay if you’re disappointed. Valentine’s Day is-”

“A pointless, commercialized holiday.” Peter sighed and rolled his eyes at his irritating feelings. It was excellent when you actually started to annoy yourself. “I never cared about Valentine’s Day. It’s just a day. I know that Tony loves me and I love him, and everything is absolutely okay…”

“Cut yourself some slack, Peter.”

Peter sighed and looked at the clock above Ned’s desk. He needed to get to work. As much as Peter enjoyed his new job at the science magazine, it could be a thankless, hectic business. He was already in a depressed mood and didn’t exactly want to go.

“Hang tonight?” he asked.

“Of course.”

He sighed and headed out. He supposed that Valentine’s Day was just the same as any other day, and he’d be seeing Tony soon.

Ned watched to make sure that Peter was gone. As soon as everyone’s favorite web-slinger was out of view, he sent a crucial text message to Tony Stark.

‘He’s gone. You can come over now.’

In what felt like no time at all, Tony Stark knocked on the door. Ned had been star-struck, the first time that he met Iron Man, but now that Tony and Peter had been together for years, it was easier. Still, the man just had a presence. Ned smiled clumsily at his arrival.

“Mr. Stark, hey…” he murmured.

“Ned, c’mon, it’s Tony. Was he upset?”

As Ned let Tony into the apartment, he nodded. Tony set down his bag, and Ned noted the comically large teddy bear sticking out of the top.

“It was tough to keep this one from him,” he admitted. “He felt silly for being so bummed out over Valentine’s Day, but he really was. This was supposed to be the first one you’d get to spend together.”

“He was in school the last couple of them,” Tony agreed. “Poor kid. Hopefully, he forgives me for being a little deceitful.”

“Trust me. Peter will forgive you.”

“You don’t mind me putting you out?” Tony asked, tilting his head to the side in a way that made Ned understand why Peter often called the older man cute. “I mean, I hate to send you packing from your own place…”

“Nope, don’t mind. Do you need help?”

Tony lit up at that.

“Thanks, kid.” Ned laughed when he pulled the stuffed bear out, and a pink glitter covered his hands. “Cheesy,” he said as he started to withdraw the rose petal and cupid themed decorations. “Just what Peter likes.”

“The rest is on the way,” Tony said. “The flowers and stuff…”

Ned raised an eyebrow as he helped Tony put up the banner.

Yes, Tony Stark had actually had a banner printed with their initials in bright colors. Apparently, TS hearted PP. Ned snorted as he pinned it up.

“Sorry, it’s just that I had no idea you were just as cheesy as he was.”

“Oh, I’m cheesier.”

As Ned went to gather up his things, there was a knock at the door. He raised an eyebrow, and Tony went to get the door.

Three florists were needed to carry in all the flowers. Seriously. The young man looked to the billionaire with an almost horrified expression of amusement.

“I’m gonna leave before I drown in flowers.”

# When Peter arrived home, all he wanted to do was take a nap. Work had been grueling, and he missed Tony, and things were just annoying.

He trudged up to the apartment, and as he was fumbling for his key, he noticed a strange perfume. He was pretty sure that he was smelling flowers. “What the…” he murmured, finding his key and unlocking the door.

Rose petals were strewn across the apartment floor, a haphazard mess of gold and red rose. They led to the archway that led into the kitchen where a banner was draped up on the wall. Peter read it and gasped.

“Tony?”

The love of his life sat on the old tattered sofa that he and Ned picked up at a thrift store the year before. Tony, as always, was the picture of class. He crossed his legs and dipped his head, eyebrow raised.

“Rough day?”

Peter was still in shock, mouth literally hanging open.

“You…you said…”

“I sometimes lie, Pete. I would have thought you’d be used to it by now.”

Tony stood just in time because Peter launched himself into the older man’s arms. Tony wrapped both arms around him and hugged him like he was going to lose him. “Hey, Petey,” he murmured softly, stroking Peter’s hair out of his eyes. “You act like you didn’t see me literally yesterday.”

Peter pulled back, but only enough to look into Tony’s eyes. He didn’t dare let go, and Tony didn’t let go either. Tony looked at him for a long time, and Peter found himself blushing. Tony had this way of looking at him like he meant everything. It melted his heart.

After a few minutes of just holding each other, Tony dislodged himself from Peter. “What do you think?” he asked, motioning around the apartment. Peter took in the pinks and golds, and the flower petals laid haphazardly across the floor.

“Did Ned agree to this?” he asked with a snorting chuckle. “Because he’s gonna be annoyed when we have to clean all this up.”

“Ned was an incredible co-conspirator. He helped me set up, and you know I’m gonna have your apartment cleaned, right?”

“Yes, we’re all aware that you’re rich,” Peter teased, pressing their lips together. The kiss was brief and not nearly enough. “Now, please, kiss me the right way.”

Tony laughed and closed the gap between their lips, tilting back Peter’s head. The kiss deepened, Tony’s tongue swiping along his lower lip. All Peter could focus on was Tony, the way he tasted, the way he smelled. Tony’s arms wrapped around him and dipped him back against the arm of the sofa. Tony pulled back after kissing Peter breathless, a grin on his face. "Good enough for you?"

"I don't know, I think we have to try again."

Tony sighed deeply as if he really minded and then pressed his lips to Peter's again. Peter just fell into the kiss. He was pretty sure that Tony Stark was indisputably the world's most excellent kisser, among other things. Peter knew that the night would escalate beyond kissing, but for the moment, he was content to hold the man he loved.

"You're tense," Tony said, as he rubbed Peter's shoulders between kisses. The tiny kisses made Peter antsy, desperate for more.

"Yeah?" Peter murmured.

"You need a massage," Tony decided. "Bedroom."

Peter let Tony march him to the bedroom. It felt like an absolute dream that they were together, and Valentine's Day was all theirs. Tony led him to the end of the bed.

"Come on, lay down," he said eagerly.

Peter rolled his eyes. Tony was such a sappy puppy dog sometimes, but god he loved it. He loved that he was the person who could reduce the great Tony Stark into such a lovestruck mess. Peter obediently laid down on the bed, face down, and Tony crawled up behind him. He didn't look back, but he could feel Tony's weight press against him as he straddled his back.

"Shouldn't I be wearing less?" he teased.

"Hey, that massage comes tonight," Tony teased back, a smirk in his voice that Peter could visualize. "This massage is completely innocent, totally PG-rating here."

Peter let out a moan at that.

"C'mon Tony," he whined. "Can we at least go PG-13?"

"How rude." Tony's smirk was so apparent that Peter chuckled. "You're stressed out from work, and I'm going to alleviate that stress right now." And oh, he did.

Tony's hands were soft, but he pressed firmly into the curve of Peter's lower back, moving up his spine and kneading out the ache. Peter gasped and bent forward, the entire day just bleeding out of him. He let out a yawn and closed his eyes, letting Tony work his magic.

"Can't get a little PG-13?" Peter grumbled.

"Not until after dinner," Tony said, continuing to work the kinks out of his muscles. "God, Peter, I swear, I'm the old man in this relationship. Why the hell is your back so… ugh… tight?"

"Not the only thing that's tight," Peter teased.

"Woah, that's way out of the PG-13 range," Tony gasped, finishing the massage. When he was done, he rolled Peter over onto his back. Peter hit the bed with a small oof sound and then pulled Tony in for a kiss. Tony kissed him but kept things relatively chaste. "I'm saving the higher-rated stuff for tonight because I'm going to make you dinner now."

When Tony said that he was going to make dinner, he meant it. Peter was shocked. He and Tony had dined at all the most elegant restaurants in the world. Hell, on their first anniversary, Tony had hired a world-famous chef to cater to their dinner. Still, nothing was as precious as watching Tony hum as he prepared dinner in Peter and Ned’s crappy kitchen. Nothing.

“You sure that I can’t help?” he inquired, as he watched Tony stir from a distance.

Tony had insisted he keep out of the kitchen, but Peter still watched from the entryway, not sure what to do with himself.

“Nope, magic is happening here.”

He sighed. His partner was something else.

When the food was done, Peter could smell Italian spices and groaned, touching his rumbling stomach.

He wasn’t allowed to come into the kitchen until everything was finished and plated. Then, Tony came up and got behind him, putting both hands over his face. Peter sighed as Tony marched him into the ‘kitchen’ and forced him to sit at a table.

“I’m sorry my lame apartment isn’t the picture of romance,” Peter found himself apologizing.

He could practically feel Tony’s eye roll.

“It’s romantic because it’s you,” he said, letting go of Peter’s face.

If Tony Stark wasn’t a mechanical genius, chances are that he could have made it as a chef. The dish was simple, pasta in a white sauce with a side dish of beautifully seasoned vegetables, but it was plated with a class that screamed Tony. Peter looked at him and couldn’t help smile his praise.

“Fantastic,” he said.

“You haven’t tasted it yet.”

It turned out that the meal was exactly as good as it looked. The conversation was mundane, but in a style that was them. Nothing could ever be regular in their lives. Conversations of business meetings and reporters slowly evolved to superheroes and bad guys and the way that the world was constantly changing. Peter couldn’t keep his eyes off Tony as he spoke about any and everything, the most animated, exceptional man in the world.

God, he was in love.

It was after dinner when Tony went to his refrigerator.

“Didn’t wanna make dessert too,” he said with a grin. “That’s where I got a little lazy.”

He removed a box and walked over to Peter.

At that moment, time seemed to still. Tony opened up the cake box, and instead of a cake, there was a device, a small, robotic orb with a button at the center.

Peter froze.

“Go ahead and press it.”

Peter reached out with a trembling finger. The orb rotated and twisted, revealing a sparkling ring, some clear crystal lined with red.

“Tony…”

Tony dropped down to his knee.

Peter stared in shock, his mouth hanging open like an idiot. There were no words for this. He gasped, shaking his head in awe.

“I know a Valentines’ Day proposal is cliche as hell,” Tony admitted, eyes wide and full of honesty. “I know, however, that you and I are both cheesy, cheesy men. I love you, Peter. We’ve been through so much, and this is all I’ve ever wanted. I want you to know that we’re moving on with our lives; we’re going to find the place we’ve been searching for.”

Peter threw his arms around Tony and knocked the kneeling man to the ground as he screamed out the one word that sealed everything together.

#starker #tonypeter #this is beyond teeth-rotting fluff #i went with the prompt and went full valentines #fluffy as a kitten

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