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favouriteconstellation · 6 months ago

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halloween

synopsis: you and stephen wake up on halloween, interrupted by wong - who explains peter and america are already dressed up in their halloween costumes. a sweet little unconventional family moment.

rating: lots of fluff, not actual smut but like a lead up to it before it’s interrupted - yeah get blueballed guys xoxo stephen is a grump but a cutie pie!! not proofread.

authors note: hello sweetie pies!!!!! i love you! okay that’s all, this isn’t perfect but we need more stephen content, it’s a dying art.

new york was always freezing, it was a given that you would freeze to death three quarters of the year when you moved here. fall on the other hand was beautiful, magical even. the prettiest leaves cascading down into the street, fluttering down from their bare tree branches and pattering down to the cold, wet streets of greenwich village. the warm smell of cinnamon in peoples coffees, thick flannel scarves and fuzzy gloves. you loved fall.

stirring awake to the cool chill of the sanctum sanctorum you made a mental note to ask wong about the central heating system, which is suspiciously clearly not working. your body instinctively moves closer to your husband, clinging to the warmth of stephen as light pools through the large windows, sounds of busy new york feeling so comforting. he groans sleepily, a deep baritone voice making your lips upturn, smiling with closed eyes.

“good morning baby..” stephen smiled looking down at you positioned with your head on his chest, holding his toned torso with your arms. he drew lazy circles on the side of your arm as you looked up at him smiling lazily.

“it’s so coldddd… i don’t wanna get up.” you whined looking up at him, cursing fall mornings.

he chuckled softly.

“mm?? oh my poor, poor baby…” he cooed softly, almost mockingly, smirking like a bastard. you scoffed, giggling softly.

“you can’t be egotistical AND an ass, honey. doesn’t work like that” you smiled up at him, rolling over on top of him, sitting on his lower torso, straddling his hips as he smiled drowsily up at you through half lidded eyes. his hands snaked their way around your hips, shuffling you closer.

“my pretty little baby… all for me, hm?” he propped himself up on his forearms, looking up at you. she looked down at him, at his chest.. sculpted by gods. the pretty silver chain around his neck with his wedding ring around it, since his ring finger couldn’t cope with the pressure a wedding band ensued - although it took a month of you trying to convince him to slip his ring off even just for a second, so he could put it around his neck. your hands held his jaw lovingly stroking his jawline, his goatee giving you goosebumps as always.

“always all for you, stephen.” he studied your face smirking confidently before humming in approval.

“happy halloween gorgeous” he said, cutting the tension with a knife. you laughed softly as he stroked his hands up and down your hips, clutching the plump of your ass and squeezing it softly as you sat on top of him.

“you know we can’t do this right now…” you tilted her head down at him. he shrugged, feigning innocence.

“course we can, you’re not exactly quiet though, are you sweet girl?” he stretched his arms out before placing them back on your tiredly.

you playfully swatted his chest, scoffing.

“i’ve never had any complaints” you shrugged confidently.. “and i’m pretty sure those noises get you goin’ don’t they, honey?” she leaned down before kissing him passionately. he smirked against your lips, deepening the kiss before you broke away, leaving him with ragged breaths.

“mmm.. do you remember last valentine’s day, when you were on a mission and we couldn’t be together?.. when i called you while straddling your pillow, making those little noises for you?” she moved her hips against his half hard cock, her hands resting on the mattress to steady herself. he inhaled sharply, scoffing as he laid his head back.

“i remember it. i also remember being in the middle of a meeting and having to excuse myself, thinking it was an emergency, and then i heard those breathy little moans coming from the phone. you were practically whimpering for my help baby, had to talk you through, huh?”

“mhmmmm…” she sighed, rolling her hips against his pelvis. “couldn’t help it, needed you” she pictured him in the compound, walking confidently into the bathroom just to unbuckle his belt and palm his pretty cock, making a sticky mess of himself.

“stephen…” you whined out pathetically, humping his now hardened cock. he groaned softly, throwing his head back.

“fuck baby, im not going anywhere- you can.. slow down..” he inhaled sharply, letting out a ragged moan.

a knock at the door, of course. she told him they couldn’t, she was right. wong opened the door slowly and you dove under the covers, smoothing your hair down, and smiling - flustered.

“good morning wong! happy halloween” you smiled, chirping.

stephen groaned at wong, pissed.

“it was a good morning…” he sighed, sitting up and running his hand through his hair, annoyed.

“again with the whole noise thing.. you’re like rabbits, this is disgusting. seek help!” your face flushed, turning over and pushing it into the pillow giggling softly, before mumbling out a muffled apology under the sheets.

“peter is downstairs, by the way.” wong informed and you smiled softly nodding.

“parker is here? why is-“ stephen groaned, not expecting to be practically an adoptive father of two at his age.

“stephen.. i told youuuu! he and america are doing the whole halloween costume thing at school. everyone does it apparently.” she informed, laughing softly at his frown.

“great.” he sighed. “that’s great.”

wong mumbled to himself walking away at stephens response, an insult you could only hear half of, but it made you laugh. you jumped out of bed, rubbing your eyes, and stephen flicked his wrist, his clock entering the room and wrapping itself around your shoulders. you laughed softly, smiling at him, walking over to his side of the bed and kissing him softly.

“rain check?”

“always.”

you smiled, satisfied.

“what are they dressing up as?”

“that’s a surprise, you’ll have to see.”

he scoffed, getting out of bed, his grey sweatpants hanging low on his torso, exposing his v line and his entire chest and you had to stifle a sigh. he chuckled, smacking your ass before walking into your shared ensuite to brush his teeth.

“happy halloweeen!!!!!” amercia cheered as you walked downstairs into the kitchen, spotting peter inhaling a stack of pancakes, laughing at his costume. “happy halloween!” you smiled softly, walking over and kissing her atop of her head before walking over and pouring yourself and stephen a coffee.

“that is a very cool puffer vest, mer.” you smiled at her, “surely you’re gonna win best costume guys.” she smiled proudly, posing at your comments.

“that’s what i said” wong entered the kitchen, agreeing.

“oh god…” stephen chuckled looking at peter and america, or should he say doc brown and marty mcfly.

“parker you aged about 60 years overnight. a modern day miracle.” stephen couldn’t help but laugh. they looked so dorky, but they picked a great movie.

“1986?” stephen asked confidently and america, the family cinephile rolled her eyes.

“85, actually. and aren’t you supposed to be a genius?” the 15 year old hummed confidently. you chuckled to yourself. it was days like this that made your sweet unconventional family so perfect.

“oh well pardon me! i studied science, not film. and kid?” he laughed, throwing his hands up in surrender.

“yesssss??” america laughed

“it is a cute vest, you guys are going to win the

costume competition for sure.” he smiled, walking past america and ruffling her hair. she whined, fixing it but smiling. peter finished his stack of pancakes before standing up and burping.

you grimaced slightly but laughed, stephen shook his head.

“manners parker.”

“sorry strange sir, excuse me”

“it’s stephen, kid.” he smiled warmly at peter. walking over to you and resting his head on your shoulder, enveloping you in his arms from behind, hands on your waist. both of you admiring your little family.

#doctor strange #stephen strange #stephen strange x reader #doctor stephen strange fanfic #doctor stephen strange #doctor strange smut #doctor stephen strange fanfiction #doctor strange fluff #stephen strange fluff #i love you

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lovelystarkersworld · 3 months ago

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summary: Peter can't handle himself after seeing the boy in a maroon shirt and slicked back hair. if you see any mistakes, no you don't.

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Peter waited for Tony to finish getting ready, having been in the bathroom for almost an hour now he was growing frustrated. They were already late to the Gala! He stormed over to the door and tried opening it but failed due to the lock. He knocked on the door repeatedly, "Tony we are already late! Hurry up." Peter rushed.

"Okay! Okay! Just give me a minute." Tony called out, pausing his movements as he was talking since he was trimming up his goatee. He went back to it when he finished speaking, carefully shaping it to be perfect. He finished soon after and quickly wiped his face of any remaining loose hairs before unlocking the door and stepping out.

Peter was about to yell at the man again when the door turned and Tony stepped out in a maroon button up neatly tucked into his black slacks and nice black dress shoes. His goatee was freshly trimmed and his hair was slicked back.

Tony walked past Peter to grab his black blazer from where it laid on the bed, "Okay, let's get going." He said as he slipped on the jacket that fit him perfectly. Tony turned to look at Peter when he received no response, "Pete?"

Peter stood at the door of the bathroom and was staring with his mouth agape slightly, shamelessly checking the older man out. His eyes trailed over his shoulders as he pulled on the jacket and then went down to his ass that was hugged tightly by the slacks. He ogled the man happily, wondering how he scored this man. He snapped out of his trance at his name being called by Tony, eyes moving back up to meet his. The poor boy only had so much self control and when his boyfriend walks out looking like eye candy well, it snaps okay?

He took long strides forward and reached out to grab Tony by his neck, pulling forward and pressing their lips together hungrily. Tony let out a small noise at the sudden movements but quickly melted into the kiss, lips moving against the youngers in sync. His hands found their way to the boys hips and held them.

Peter didn't try and hold his desperation back, hands gripping the man's pressed button up and wrinkling it at the top. He pushed his tongue past the man's lips, eagerly tasting the older on his tongue. Tony hummed softly and welcomed the eager kiss, letting his tongue slip out to press up against the others in a french kiss.

Tony couldn't care less about making it to the Gala but still he pulled away after a couple moments and tilted his head with a smirk on his face, "What's all this about?" He questioned, tilting his head back as he felt the younger boy began to press kisses to his neck, happily giving into him.

"You look so fucking good." Peter muttered between kisses. Peters mouth began to kiss the neck wetly, moaning lowly in need as he did so. He found the pulse point right beneath his jaw and began to suck a mark into the skin. Tony groaned lightly at Peters needy kisses and sucking, hands gripping his hips tighter.

"What happened to-" He paused and muttered a small, "Fuck" before continuing, "-to hurrying up?" Tony teased as his hands trailed down to play with the boys ass through the black slacks Peter wore.

Peter only rolled his eyes at his teasing words and bit down on his neck in retaliation, "Well now I want you to fuck me." He said bratily, hands moving down to grope his crotch through the pants, "Please?" He tacked on, looking up at him with his pretty doe eyes that he knew Tony couldn't deny.

Tony smiled as he leant down and pecked his lips softly, "Well since you asked so nicely." He cooed. He crashed their lips back together, kissing him with passion. Peter let out a moan into the kiss and trailed his hands up wrap around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. Tony groaned lowly into the kiss when he felt Peters hand trail back down to continue groping him through his pants. Peters hands found the belt the other wore and began to undo it in a haste. Tony helped the boy undo his pants and went to remove them but Peter stopped him, "No I-I want you to keep your clothes on." He flushed pink at the admission. The idea of Tony railing him while he was fully dressed in this delicious outfit riled him up to a new level.

Tony chuckled and tilted his head, "So naughty, Mr. Parker." He teased and Peter slapped his shoulder lightly in response, "Shut up." Peter whined in return. Tony laughed joyously and shook his head, "Okay okay." He smiled and bent down to kiss him. This time the kiss was much softer, Tony wanting to take in the moment. But Peter was too turned on for the soft moment. He pushed his lips harder against the mans and shoved his tongue into the others mouth. Tony couldn't help the smile that spread onto his face as they kissed at how cutely desperate the other was over a simple outfit. He happily indulged the boy, opening his mouth to allow their tongues to pass against each other. Peter eagerly sucked on the man's tongue a couple times in need.

Tony's hands moved to remove the black vest and white button up the other wore, tossing them onto the ground somewhere. They kissed messily as they both worked to undress the younger of the two, clothes ending up in separate corners of the room. Soon enough they were both standing in the middle of the room, Peter naked and whining for more.

Tony urged Peter to bend over the end he of the bed, taking a moment to get an eyeful of his perfect ass. His hands groped the flesh hungerly, "God, I'll never get over this ass." He said before landing a solid strike onto the flesh. Peter let out a happy moan and muttered a small curse under his breath, the spank sending sparks up his spine. Tony stepped away for a second to retrieve the bottle of lube they kept in the bedside drawer before returning to his position behind Peter, "Gonna stretch you now, okay?"

"Mhm, please." He nodded and pushed his hips back, making his ass jiggle slightly as he did so. Tony bit his lip as the sight and decided to land another slap onto the flesh to watch it move the same way. He grabbed the bottle of lube and spread it onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up. He gently pushed in a finger and Peter let out a soft moan, "O-oh, please more." He whined impatiently, "I can handle it, promise." Peter begged and pushed his hips back again, moaning softly when the finger was pushed in deeper.

Tony rolled his eyes at the impatience but gave in, pushing his finger in completely and beginning to thrust it in and out. Peter let out small gasped breathes at the feeling, melting into the mattress beneath him. Tony took his time stretching him, not wanting to hurt the boy but soon enough he was pressing in a second finger and Peter was letting out a louder moan. The man curled his fingers and aimed them towards the boys prostate, rubbing against it teasingly slow.

Peter let out a small squeal at the sudden touch to his prostate. He happily sighed out, "Plleease just fuck me already!" He whined loudly, needing to feel the olders thick cock inside of him. Tony chuckled and shook his head at the begging, Peter was never good at waiting. He gently pushed in a third finger and smiled at the happy moan the boy let out.

He fingered the boy with a steady pace, aiming for the prostate with every thrust. Tony couldn't help but murmur praises to the boy just to hear more of those sweet moans slip past his lips. He pulled his fingers out once he felt the other was stretched out enough and Peter let out an unhappy noise but it was quickly silenced when he felt a hard cock press up against him.

"Wait, wanna see you." He said and Tony helped him turn over and lay on his back. He pressed himself up against Peters hole once more and began to push in slowly, letting out a satisfied moan when he felt the tight, warm walls around him. Peter groaned out happily, "Yes yes yes."

Tony pushed into him at a steady pace, bottoming out soon after. He let out a small breath and stroked Peters hipbones, "Let me know when I can move." He spoke softly as his hands began to caress every inch on the boys torso.

Peter whined out and squirmed impatiently, "You can move!" He nodded eagerly and looked up at his handsome boyfriend. Tony grabbed onto Peters thighs and pulled him down so his hips were off the bed and began to thrust his hips slowly at first. He quickly sped up the pace when he saw the look in Peters eye that was ready to complain.

Peter let out a happy moan at the feeling of Tony thrusting in and out of him steadily. He reached up and wrapped his arms around the man's neck. Tony aimed his hips to hit the boys prostate and he knew he did when the moan Peter let out was loud and pornagraphic. He tilted his head back into the sheets and his hands gripped the man's shoulders in pleasure.

Tony let out a moan as he felt the younger boys nails scratch his back, surely leaving marks in its wake. The pain only made him thrust his hips harder, hitting Peters good spot with every thrust just to hear those sweet moans more. He drew them out with ease, having memorized which buttons to press to reveal them. He reached his hand down to begin stroking Peters cock steadily.

Peter was growing close quickly, sensitive from Tony abusing his prostate with his thrusts and the hand on his dick only served to push him closer to the edge. He whined and wrapped his legs around the man's hips to bring him closer, "I-If you continue, 'm gonna cum." He whimpered and Tony chuckled in response.

"That's the point, baby. I want to see you cum for me. Hear that gorgeous voice as you reach your peak." Tony murmured gently, leaning down to kiss the boys neck. His thrusts were sharp and hard and Peter couldn't hold on for much longer. He whined out and dug his nails into the man's shoulder as the coil in his stomach grew bigger, thighs tensing and twitching as he tried his best to fight down his orgasm. He noticed how close the younger boy was getting and wanting to make him orgasm he picked up the pace of his fist, timing his thrusts with his fist for the most pleasure and Peter clearly enjoyed it by the moans he was letting out. The coil in his stomach snapped as he came between them, ropes painting his abdomen. Peter let out the most precious moans as Tony continued his thrusts, his own orgasm growing closer so he chased it.

Peter arched his back and squirmed in overstimulation as Tony continued to abuse his prostate, "T-Tooooonnyyyy." He whines and gasps out, his spent cock twitching at the feeling and trying to grow around once more. Tony's thrusts became sloppier as he grew closer to the edge, holding the boys hips in a tight grip as he fucked into him almost desperately. Tony was lettting out loud moans at the feeling of the other man around him, the squeezing around his dick only bringing him closer to the edge.

Tony could feel the pit in his stomach grow as he watched the boys face, it was twisting in pleasure and no hesitating on letting out those precious moans. He panted softly and aimed his hips to the prostate harder, "Gonna cum inside you." He promises and peter only responded in eager nods, too focused on the pleasure running through his body to truly understand what the man was saying. He squirmed and whined loudly, "Please!"

Tony slammed his hips into the boy once, two more times until he was blowing his load deep inside of the man. He painted his insides white with a low groan of Peters name and the boy was whining out desperately at the sensation of the warm cum filling him up. His thrusts slowed down, still deep inside the other as he came down from his high. He felt his body tremble throughout the sensation, thighs shaking and trembling.

Peter let out soft whines and pants as Tony came down, the feeling of being stuffed full was only serving to turn him on again but he calmed himself down, they still had a Gala to make it to. He reached up and cupped Tony's cheeks, pulling him down into a soft kiss. Tony moaned softly into the kiss, hands loosening the grip on the boys hips and gently holding them.

"Did so good for me." Tony cooes as he pulls away from Peter, "Always so good for me..."

#ellie's writing #ellie's moodboards #i'm projecting #he's so hot in iron man 1 #starker #ironspider #starker fandom #tony stark x peter parker #tony x peter #starker nff #starker smut #starker fanfiction #starker moodboard

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peterlorres21stcentury · 2 years ago

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Lőrincz Péter, acclaimed actor of the mirror universe.

Out of curiosity I looked up Peter’s name in one of the history magazine sites to see if there was anything posted. We do love to remember anyone who made it big and usually on birthdays and deaths. I did find this one article that is being constantly repeated that’s about Casablanca.

But what caught my eye is… they got the name wrong…

You see a lot of Hungarian actors just ‘muricanized their names.

Lukács Pál –> Paul Lucas

Várkonyi Mihály –> Victor Varconi

Kertész Mihály –> Michael Curtiz

Y’all get the jist. There are a few exceptions, and Peter Lorre is one of them, but I guess someone didn’t do a quick Google search, because this is how we got very real Hungarian actor Lőrincz Péter (they even added it as cz to be extra). The thing is I have no idea where they got that from, because when I tried to look it up I only kept finding the same article, but on different sites and strangely enough one German site…

I also doubt that this is a Ernst Lubitsch situation where we just really liked Lubitsch for adapting a lot of works from Hungarian writers into film that we started calling him Lubitsch Ernő.

Anyway I guess it’s from an alternate timeline where everything is the same Peter just has a big bushy mustache or an evil goatee or something.

#I'm very sorry #I scribbled in a horrible goatee in like five seconds #peter lorre #and his alter ego

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irondadfics · 6 months ago

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Hello! I was wondering if anyone knows any fics of Peter being a bit of a dick? I love the stories where he is rude to people, normally as a way to push them away so they can’t see how bad his life is. Any examples of rude/sassy Peter would be greatly appreciated!

here are some for you! Happy reading

Wake up and smell the coffee by Bergen

The Avengers find themselves in need of Spider-Man’s help to improve their reputation. Peter Parker, however, doesn't exactly have the best reputation: he has been dabbling in a life of crime. Tony really doesn't care about picking up after some degenerate teen. Peter really doesn't care about some dumb adults telling him what to do. And nothing will ever, ever change their minds.

100 Hours (Community Service is for the Turtles) by orphan_account

“Hey there, Parker. I’ve got some exciting news about your community service sentencing,” the bright voice from the other line says. "It looks like you've been reassigned." “Oh, yeah?” Peter asks, warily. His social worker sounds excited, but he's been burned a few too many times to take any "good news" at face value. Peter listens to her explain with a furrowed brow, and when the call is over, he opens the web browser on his cracked Android and quickly types the words september foundation into the search bar. His eyes narrow as he peruses the top result. Oh, he is going to kill that Stark bastard. - All Peter Parker wants to do is fly under the radar. He wants to go to school, work off his sentence by picking up trash at the stupid park, and avoid going home for as long as possible each night. Unfortunately for him, Tony Stark has never been one to see untapped potential and not do something about it.

The seventh escape by Bergen

Tony and Pepper snatched Peter up only a few weeks after the first Spider-Man video went viral. Real fucking coincidence, right? Suddenly, Tony Stark rocked right up at his group home, strewing business cards around like he was Oprah. If Oprah were an ugly white dude with a goatee. “Big fan,” he told Peter, fasting forward through a video of Spider-Man catching a bus before it crashed through a road block. “In and out of foster care your whole life, am I right? I believe my wife and I could provide a very fitting home for you.” “Pass,” Peter said.

Paradigm shift by Bergen

Peter got a Stark phone when he was ten. Adrian took him to a big store with lots of TV screens that all played the same video of Tony Stark declaring to the world that he was Iron Man. They ducked behind the microwaves, both of them giggling as Adrian stuffed the phone under Peter’s sweater. They walked right out the door without tripping the alarm, and Adrian bought him ice cream to celebrate. — After his parents die, Peter is taken in by the Toomes family. Things slowly, then quickly spiral out of control. All Adrian wants is to take revenge on Tony Stark. All Peter wants is to do the right thing. Why is that so much harder than expected?

the long game by niniblack

“Your prints were a match for a missing persons case from ten years ago. A little boy who was kidnapped.” The officer pulls out a picture that she turns toward Peter. It’s a little boy around four years old, with curly brown hair. “That’s you,” she says. Peter shakes his head. “Do you remember how you got to that park? Who left you there?” “Lady, I don’t remember jack shit,” Peter says. “I was like four. No one remembers shit from when they were four.” --- Or: the biodad au where Peter gets arrested for selling drugs, and that actually improves his life.

#fic rec #fic rec list #Peter Parker is a little shit #Bad boy peter Parker

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