#past starker

[winterspiderpurrs]

The post was getting a little long BUT @illogicalkat and @smidnite are so amazing for this!

Previous posts from the last addition done here:

And cause I loved it.... imma add a little more :D

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Steve went to get Sarah; his mom on the phone. She was always a voice of reason with him. He was hopefully she could shed some positive light in this situation.

"-That child has known you practically his whole life. You're his papa. Doesn’t matter what some... DNA test says A leanbh. " her Irish accent became more prominent, the more she talked.

" But a man has a right to his child. I know it's going to be hard. And poor Peter! Having to face that man again! I woulda hit him!"

Steve coughed a little and rubbed the back of his neck.

" Well, uuhh.. no problem there."

" Steve Grant Rogers Barnes! That temper of yours is always getting you in trouble!"

" Ma!"

" Could be making the situation worse."

" I know, Ma, I know..."

Steve could hear her sigh on the other side of the phone.

" Well. Was it at least a good hit?"

Steve laughs and moves back toward the dining room where Peter and Matt are still at.

" Yeah, it was a -"

Clatter.

The phone slipped from Steve's hand as he stared at Peter.

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While Steve had wondered off to speak to him mom, Bucky had gone back up stares to check on Harley and May after seeing that Tony had gotten in the car and was a long ways away from the house.

Peter gathered up the paper they had, scanning it over to Matt's office for him so he could review it again in Braille once he got it to his special machine.

" I uuhh... have another question since it's just us."

" Of course. What is it?"

Matt tilted his head toward Peter, sensing that he was nervous again.

" I umm read before that you cannot uhh get divorced if your... pregnant?"

Matt blinks.

" Oh,"

Peter nervously gathers the papers and puts the extra copies in Matt's briefcase for him.

" It's not his. Obviously, but umm, I just wanted to be sure."

Matt smiles and shakes his head.

" You're fine. The state of New York lets you. And as he has no rights to you anymore... you're safe. Congratulations."

Peter smiled in relief and pressed a hand to his stomach. Laughing a little.

" Yeah... I just found out last week. Was gonna wait a few more weeks. Before saying anything to Steve and Bucky. This one definitely was an oops surprise pregnancy."

Clatter.

Peter and Matt turn toward the door to see Steve standing there staring. Cell phone on the floor.

" You're pregnant?!?"

Meanwhile, upstairs, Harley is pacing his room. Why would THE Tony Stark be here? Was it for Dads metal arm that Mom helped create? Was it the scholarship program his school had?

Was he coming to expand his art collection with one of Papa's paintings? Mom had gone back to school and gotten his degree and had written a couple of papers. But would that be enough to get Tony Stark's attention?

He looks at the magazines cut out he had of Tony Stark from a few years ago when he was on the cover of Time magazine. Dad had bought it for him while they were in line at the store. He frowns a little. Now recalling the wide-eyed stare his Mom had when he came into the room and saw it the first time. He seemed oddly nervous when he asked where that came from and why he had it.

The look on Tony Stark's face downstairs, he seemed scared, nervous, and hopeful?

He pulled his laptop up and hesitated a moment. Then he started typing away.

' Young Tony Stark photos'

The more he looked, the bigger the pit in his stomach grew.

He felt like he was going to throw up.

Across town, Tony was once again looking through the paperwork and looked at the copy of the birth certificate.

Father spot was blank on it.

But when he saw the name on the certificate, he rushed towards the trash can and threw up. It all just became too much. Everything that he was robbed of. And how much at least at the time of Harley birth that Peter obviously cared for him deeply.

Harley Edwin Anthony Parker.

[winterspiderpurrs]

Tony and Stephen agrued a bit more. They were more upset that they didn't realize they dated the same person. How could they miss that fact? Then again, they never expected to run into Peter again, especially at an event like this. That made them pause. Why is Peter here? Not to be cruel, he was smart, but these events had to BE somebody or have the money to show for it.

Looking around the room to try to find Peter, they spot him sitting at one of the tables in the front. Peter looked older but still had this youthfulness to him. Looking much more confident, and both later, Tony and Stephen could admit that he looked good. They tried to make their way closer before someone came onto the stage asking for attention for a quick speech.

" Good evening! We appreciate everyone joining us for tonight, we are proud to be hosting this event for the End Of The Line organization that Steve Rogers as put together to help our veterns.... everyone... Steve Rogers!"

A man walks across the stage and nods at the crowd, a smile on his face.

" Thank you. I'll keep this short so we can enjoy the rest of the evening. With your generous donations we are proud to announce we have met and exceeded our goal. Within a years time we will have renovated a new safe place for our veterns where they can have a room of their own, have access to medical and psychological care, a warm meal and being out of the cold."

There was a round of applause and a camera flashing.

" If you told me 3 years ago I would be up here, I wouldn't have believed you. And as much as you are responsible for your generosity, I also have to thank my husband. Without you pushing me to pursue this dream of mine, first a year ago for our 1st Brooklyn location, and now this one, we will be opening in Queens. You have helped me achieve this... thank you for believing in this and for believing in me. Now... lets drink and enjoy our night and don't forget to join us at our next silent auction to get us closer to our goal of every vetern having a safe place and expand to homeless all over the boroughs."

There were more applause and laughs. Steve exited the stage, shaking hands with the mayor and a few others.

Tony and Stephen watch silently mesmerized as Steve approaches the table Peter is at. Peter smiles brightly up at him, standing up to meet him. Steve wraps his arm around Peter, Peter standing up on his tip toes as Steve leans down to share a chaste kiss.

Well... now they know why he was here.

Stephen and Tony laying in bed. They have been together for 7 years now. Maybe they are having late night talks, serious, bare it all talks. And maybe on this night, they talk about "the one that got away" they are happy together, and things are great and wouldn't trade each other for the world.

But both their pasts are complicated. Most people are not still best friends with their ex's who got together. Who knew that Pepper and Christine would end up as the love story of the century.

But surprisingly, they don't say those names- the one the other was expecting.

" See... there was this intern. His name was Peter; I never clicked so well with someone. But he was young.... Pepper said it was bad PR so we kept it quite. We didn't go public... we were together about a year, but I still wasn't off the wagon.. just better at hiding it at that point... there was a party. I can't really remember the night, but the next day he was gone. ..."

" Funnily mine was named Peter too.... his aunt was a nurse at the hospital, and he volunteered there a lot for the scholarship for his college. We fit well together, I knew he had recently gotten out of a relationship, but we were moving fast. I had a long day with intense surgery... one of the few patients I lost. I was angry. I know he was trying to encourage me. But I wasn't having it. I said.... so many hurtful things... Came home a few days later to a package of my things from his place at the door."

Would they realize they were talking about the same Peter??

And just who is Peter with now....

- WinterSpiderPurrs

A year later, Stephen and Tony are at a charity event. They already made their donations, but they have to show some face as well. The couple is very much looking forward to leaving soon and going on a date, just the two of them. Tony found a new exciting looking restaurant they want to try.

Seeing familiar faces in the crowd is to be expected, but this one feels different. It stirs up something in Tony, even after just one glance. His curls are shorter, but the colour is the same.

The young man turns, and their eyes meet. Tony doesn’t make the first move, too embarrassed to do so. He knows he was in the wrong way back then. But, the man approaches. God, Peter is even more beautiful now.

“Mr Stark! It’s been a long time.”

“Yeah, it really has. Mr Parker.” Tony manages to breathe out shakily. Peter’s smile seems so genuine, but there is something in his eyes. It is hard to pinpoint with all the memories swirling in Tony’s mind.

“Hey, honey. Ready to get going?” Stephen swoops in from behind, putting a hand on the back of Tony’s neck.

“Oh, Doctor Strange, too. Wow!” Peter gasps.

Only now does Stephen notice Peter and his eyes go wide in surprise.

“Peter! I didn’t expect to see you here.” Stephen says, reaching a hand out in a greeting. Peter takes it, but lets go quickly.

“Wait, you know him?” Tony asks, making Stephen turn to him with a puzzled look.

“Yes, uhm- he volunteered at the hospital. Is- is that- intern Peter?”

The husbands start talking over each other, not really listening to one another, but neither wants to back down either. By the time they look around, Peter has disappeared.

Date night probably isn’t going to go as they hoped it would.

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i would love love looove if you continued it a little bit if you can hehe☺️☺️ maybe stephen and tony meet peter on their way out and see him with someone?? @winterspiderpurrs 💗💗

[starker-sorbet]

⚘ Jewelweed ⚘ - symbolizes motherly love.

Omega mates with their newborn pups.

[no-name-for-me]

I don't know if this has been done before, but I was thinking.. what if Tony had the reputation of always having younger partners, never underage, but some people still judged since they where around the age of his son Harley, so when Harley slept with his father's partner people didn't bat an eye. Now what if Harley had a boyfriend no one knew about, Peter, whom he obviously cheated on. Peter didn't know who Harley's father was (somehow idk) and Tony and Peter end up meeting somewhere, and although they are not looking for a relationship they do sleep with eachother as well as talk about their situations, never naming anyone. Somehow Harley finds out, could be Tony presenting Peter as his partner after a few months OR Harley gets married with Tony's ex partner, and Tony doesn't want to go alone, so he invites Peter.

[vaguekiwi]

something-something Starker Fire Emblem AU???

[sandrasoapbox]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Amazing Spider-Man (Movies - Webb), Spider-Man (Movies - Raimi) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Peter-Two/Peter-Three (Spider-Man: No Way Home), Peter-Two/Tony Stark (past), Peter Parker/Peter Parker Characters: Peter Parker, Peter-Two (Spider-Man: No Way Home), Peter-Three (Spider-Man: No Way Home), Tony Stark Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, If you don’t like DoubleParker keep scrolling, MCU Peter is Peter-2 and Peter-3's son, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Aged-Up Peter Parker, Tony Stark never forgets a bitch ever, Peter 1 is over 21, I suck at drama, fluff is my wheelhouse, Awkwardness, Happy Ending Summary:

Rich older omega, Tony Stark decided to treat himself with a hot younger alpha, Benjamin Peter “Pete” Parker. Except his childhood house looks familiar…

Based on a Tiktok and the fact that Robert Downey Jr. and Tobey Maguire played lovers twice in past films.

Chapter Two and it is completed! An awkward yet sweet conclusion!

[kimberbohwrites]

Can I request a drabble where Rolan overheard that gn Tav genuinely thought Rolan still hates them but just learnt to tolerate them? When in reality, he's been in denial about his crush on them for the longest time but accepted it recently 🤣

First of all— I am sorry that this took so long for me to get to. I rarely find time for asks and it took me awhile to get to this one— some of these I just needed more practice for tbh. I am striving to be better, however I am incredibly busy at work so I cannot promise you I always will be. Instead I promise you that I will always try to make your ask worth the wait.

Words Yet Unsaid

Rolan x Reader, SFW, only lightly edited

Word Count: 1214

Tags: Misunderstandings, fluff, and love confessions

Rolan sits down in front of you with a huff. There is a flush about his face that is so… him. The color on his cheeks paints a starker backdrop for the freckles that dot his face. Despite your so-called nerves of steel you cannot help but quickly glance away from the sight as your heart began to race in your chest.

The silence stretches and you look back across to find him nervously studying the wood grain of the table between you.

Sensing your gaze, he straightens up and clears his throat. He smoothes the simple but well-made dark blue tunic he’d worn with the tight leather breeches you could not help but notice as he’d joined you.

The color he’d chosen suited him well. Distracting you almost as much as the way his bottom and thighs had looked, no longer hidden behind the wizard robes. This was the first time you had ever seen him in at the tavern in casual clothes — sharp as these were.

The Elfsong Tavern was usually a good place to identify oneself as a great and powerful archwizard. But instead, he’d chosen to dress up and blend in with you. But why?

You tried not to let the racing of your heart, and the flush of your cheeks hide you from the cold truth that Rolan had never liked you. You were certain that this meeting he had arranged through Lia, was some sort of attempt at arbitration of your longstanding feud for the sake of his siblings.

Truth be told you had never wanted to fight with Rolan. It just happened every time you two had interacted since the very first time you’d crossed paths in the Druid’s Grove. That ire had only grown through the experiences that followed in the Shadow Cursed Lands and even when you’d slain his corrupt master and ended his apprenticeship abruptly.

So much pressure had instantly been thrust upon him, becoming master of the tower and archwizard of Baldur’s Gate so suddenly. Of course he’d be frustrated further by you.

Despite your best attempts to avoid him, your friendship with his siblings had caused you to repeatedly cross paths. It had been months now since the restoration of the city was considered complete, after you had ended the crisis. You’d attempted to returned to a normal life.

It was simple and gratifying, but something was missing.

“Thank you for joining me here this evening, you look lovely”

His tone cut through your thoughts; it sounded warm but a quick glance to his face revealed that warmth didn’t reach past his words. He looked… uncomfortable. Like your presence somehow pained him.

Tears sting in your eyes as you clear your throat and quickly stand.

“This was a bad idea.”

He opens his mouth, and his hand moves across the table like he’s reaching for you. Before he can form a word you continue.

“I’m sorry for wasting your time, I can tell this isn’t something you want to be doing”

You turn quickly to leave before he can say anything and before the tears you feel welling up are too much to hide. Your stride is quick and sure across the familiar boards of the tavern and out on to the streets that raised you.

The cool night air of the city was an immediate balm for the panic that had caused you to flee the tavern. All you needed to do was avoid Rolan for the rest of your life now, great.

You groan as you continued down the dark and empty streets. All of this weighs heavy on you but it becomes unbearable when the low roofs of the houses and shops fall away. As the street spills out into the open area which reveals Sorceress Sundries and the large structure which you knew was the point of travel for Ramazith Tower — the massive and beautiful wizard tower Rolan now called home.

It is as if the weight of the massive structure itself is on you now and you are stopped in your tracks. It’s then you hear your name called and the sound of someone running after you in the dark.

“Tav, wait! Please!”

You turn quickly to see Rolan sprint after you, still somehow looking perfect in his nice clothes despite the struggle of catching up to you. You glower momentarily at the thought that he will apparently always be gorgeous. Typical.

He catches up to you, huffing and puffing as his tail lashes out to steady him while he catches his breath.

“Why would you run after me?” You say with a whisper and you take a step closer to him, unsure if you’re needed to render aid for the struggling man.

“I… I’m sorry… I don’t hate… you… Tav….” He puffs out the words as he catches his breath.

Your blood runs cold at the words. It’s like you can feel the night breeze itself move through you.

“Rolan…”

You don’t know how to continue, and it gives him the opportunity to catch his breath and explain himself further.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have tried something so public to talk, Lia warned me, she didn’t say you’d run but…”

He sensed he was rambling and shook his head as if to clear it and start over. Your breath caught when his jaw tensed, the perfect bone structure always so eye catching, so hard to resist.

“I needed to tell you Tav, I don’t hate you. I… I overhead you talking to Cal and Lia about why you keep your distance when they invite you for dinner. I.. I should have apologized better — after all we had gone through—“

“We should have found time to talk…” You add

He takes a step closer to you, as if drawn to you and this time you don’t run.

“Why… Why would you run after me Rolan?” You ask

“Tav…”

“Why do you even care now?”

You can’t help it. The tears that had threatened you earlier, now spill down your cheeks as you pepper Rolan with questions.

He closes the distance to you quickly, his hands on your cheeks. You barely register the softness of the pads of his thumbs as they brush the tears away from your cheeks before you are swept away by the feeling of his lips, crashing into yours.

Your breath catches in your throat. You can’t help but moan into the kiss as his body presses firmly to yours.

He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to yours and you feel his tail coil around your thigh. Keeping you flush with him as he speaks.

“Because, Tav… I love you. I think I have always…” He gasped as if the realization fully dawned on him as he spoke, “I think I have always loved you.”

You kiss him now, no words on your tongue could be sweeter than to feel his lips against yours once more.

There would be time for words but for right now you wanted to keep kissing the wizard and so you do.

Under the open skies and the stars that shine each night over the city of Baldur’s Gate, wrapped in the strong arms of the man you loved, you kissed him with all the passion of the words in your heart yet unsaid.

[babybatscreationsv2]

Let's all have a little starker comfort fic because my life is very stressful and the world is very scary

Tony closed his eyes and breathed in slowly through his nose. Earth, the nearby lake, the scents of nothing and everything filled his nose and then his lungs. When he opened his eyes, there was Peter, glowing as if in a dream, haloed by the morning sun.

"Can you believe we made it?" Tony said quietly, so that his words didn't disrupt the birdsong.

"Made it?" Peter looked at him with a soft contentment on his face. He moved closer. Tony put his arm around him and Peter leaned into his side. He breathed in the scent of him. Musk, blueberries, and salt.

"Here. We made it here," he said.

Peter wrapped his arms around him. Tony pulled him just a little bit closer. Their arms were shields to keep out the daggers of the past, even if they could never forget. Even the screams that haunted his nightmares couldn't break through Peter's hold. He buried his face in Peter's neck, warm as a sun beam.

"We're safe now, you mean?"

Tony just nodded slightly. Peter kissed the top of his head. The scars on his heart seemed to ache. Tony dragged in a ragged breath and imagined that Peter's kiss could burn them all away, cauterize them.

He lifted his head and kissed Peter's cheek. They watched the sun continue its journey over the tree tops and into the sky. What felt like it would never end was no match for the unstoppable force that was the dawn.

[winterspiderpurrs]

Peter being nervous about a big event/charity/Gala event.

Steve reassuring him that everything will be fine while straightening his tie.

" You know my ex will be there. He isn't out of the closest. I just... worry he may come over. It's been years, but... it was a big fight when I left. "

Steve gives Peter a kiss.

" If he mouths off, I got you Queens. It's me and you. I won't out him. But I'm proud to be seen with you, and I'll defend you if I have to. "

At some point, Peter leaves Steve to get them drinks as he goes to chat with Harry. Steve ends up striking a conversation with Tony Stark. Steve feels like Tony may even be flirting with him.

" Finally got away from Harry. He was going on about his latest skiing trio he took MJ out too and ... oh. Umm hi. Sorry for interrupting. "

Steve turns to smile brightly at Peter and offers him a drink and moves to wrap his arm around Peter's waist.

" It's no worries, sweetheart. Is Harry staying in town for a bit? Tony here was just telling me about this science convention coming up. It's the one your presenting at that Mr. Osborn is hosting yes?"

Tony looks startled as he takes in the man he was talking to wraps his arm around his ex. He thought at one point he knew Peter's type. And this tall blonde haired blue eye muscle guy was not it.

[professional-benaddict]

YESSS🥹🥹💗💗

Every night, little!Peter's being too lazy to get ready for bed. He wants to just be there already, without the whole tedious process of brushing your teeth and getting into pjs and all that boring stuff. He keeps whining until Tony builds a whole system like this, featuring Dum-E and other bots:

[bratbarzal]

miss maggie i have loved every one of your fics (oys rarely leaves my brain lol) but I as a quinn girlie I fear what you’ll put us through (in a good way tho) with this one!! The header alone has me so ready 🫣🥰

I love you for this!! and I'm in a preview mood so enjoy lmao (subject to change while I figure the structure/pacing of the whole thing out)

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Quinn watches as a soft, feminine hand places a drink down beside him, sliding it as much as it can reach towards Brock, and he doesn’t even think before he tries to help, unintentionally grazing the skin with the tips of his fingers as he moves it the rest of the way. And it’s only the quick retreat that captures his attention, his eyes slowly trailing up the expanse of the arm attached until he meets the gaze of the server.

Until he meets your gaze.

Wide-eyes, parted lips, and a surefire wash of recognition as he looks up at you from his seat, the sudden urge to shoot up to greet you tingling from the base of his spine to the top of his toes. 

The chatter amongst the table fades to a dull background noise, his friends blurring into faceless shapes around him, and all he can see is you - like some sort of delirious tunnel vision, if you weren’t looking back at him the way you are, he’d think he was imagining you.

He’d think he was willing you into existence, that he was picturing you in front of him because somewhere deep in his subconscious, he wanted to see you.

But if that were true, surely he’d be picturing you how you were. Fresh faced, hair lightened and skin freckled by the sun, probably dressed in those overalls you used to wear when you were helping him fix up the boat all those years ago, paint hardened on your fingers and nails bitten to stubs so they wouldn’t break from all the labour. He’d picture you with your hair tied back, loose pieces fallen down where you had little to no energy to neaten them back up, and bruises and scrapes littered all over your knees from where you kept tripping over all the tools he would leave lying around in his parent’s garage.

He wouldn’t be picturing you like this.

Your hair is darker than he ever remembers it being, longer than he remembers, too, falling in perfect waves past your chest, not a strand out of place and glistening under the low lights of the bar. You look older, a little more refined, with sharper features enhanced by makeup, and the more he stares, the starker the difference becomes. The clothes you wear seem less like a costume, less like something you use to cover yourself up and disguise what lies beneath - now cinched at the waist and cut off at the thighs - and, sure, it’s probably a uniform, but he could never have pictured you wearing anything like this back then.

Only one thing remains the same - one undeniable feature you could never hide from him if you tried.

The way your eyes soften when they meet his, just like they did back then - like they were always zeroing in on the good in him, and they refused to see the bad. Your gaze feels just as addictive as it was all those years ago, a gradual warmth spreading through his lungs, breathing in deeper than he thinks he might have in a long time, and the sensation fizzles out the second you break eye contact.

He still follows your every movement; the way you place his drink in front of him, and empty the tray in your other hand, smiling quick at someone else and letting everybody know to shout you over if they need anything more, and then he watches as you retreat without sparing him another glance.

“Think she’s hot for Huggy,” breaks through the noise, a low chuckle beside him as Brock nudges his side and the rest of the guys all laugh in response.

“Huh?” Quinn frowns, breaking his attention from where you had disappeared and turning to his teammate. 

“The waitress,” he clarifies, “She got all flustered at the sight of you, I knew you had silent game but seeing it in person is just strange, it was like you hypnotised her or something.”

If he had the power to put you under any sort of spell, he thinks enough time has passed that it’s worn off by now - and he knows as much from the way you reacted, breaking from his gaze and turning your back on him like it was nothing, like the two of you were nothing.

[muse-of-gods]

I wanted to share a big collection of my Starker Winter Moodboards from the past years ❄️💙

[spideyslag]

Around the, say, 43rd or so time I heard Merry Christmas, Please Dont Call I got the the idea in my head for this complicated starker exes AU (because as we all know by now I love a past starker fic) which involved (this is so complex I saw it in my mind im so sorry) Tony and Peter having been on the same incredibly popular TV show in Peters youth/adolescence (some kind of syndicated family sitcom type, think Sarah Lynn and Bojack) and with a lot of ambiguity of the early, very young years, in Peters teen years its pretty obvious there's an element of inappropriateness and likely/implied/maybe explicit grooming there. (I never sorted out the relationship between their characters, but father-son is a possibility) As Peter reaches adulthood this reaches the precipice of Tony leaving his wife to be with and eventually marry Peter in his early 20s. (And of corse the media doesn't see it as concerning as it is)

Of corse, the marriage was built on the rocks and was never going to last, and ends pretty fast and hard. Which was the vibe I got from Merry Christmas, Please Dont Call. Peter, the first Christmas after the divorce, angry, rightfully bitter, but most of all plain old tired.

I saw this fic as a kinda artsy, creative project which kinda weaved three storylines; the grooming (them on the TV show, the behind the scenes interactions, other peoples thoughts and feelings), the troubled relationship, and the aftermath. the aftermath I even though about constructing as a kinda tell all documentary type thing.

I considered the idea of Peter being in a new, much more peaceful relationship. it's clear Peter is not who he once was, but he is trying to have a peaceful, safe life now and heal. I really considered this new relationship being A) co star from a project he was In during the marriage who Tony hated at first sight for being handsome and kind to Peter (who hated Tony, too, but hid it better), or, even being a costar from their show way back when who always felt uncomfortable with Tony and Peters relationship, but kept contact with Peter over the hears (sure, half the cast did too) to keep an eye on him. Him not loving how him and Peter fell into something together once they were both adults but still struggling to see himself as better than Tony. I was thinking either Stephen or Bucky if I went with the second, Steve or Bucky for the first.

Anyway, I say all this because there is no chance I will write all that before Christmas and I wanted to get the idea out into the world.

[ramblingguy54]

Now that the holidays are moving on out once again, I can have free time to post this. Sonic 3 is hands down the best entry outta all three films, no contest.

It streamlines the Sonic & human characters formula more nicely. Jumps right into exactly what many were wanting. That being Shadow’s amazing introduction. The fucking CHILLS I got hearing that acoustic Live & Learn at the start played by Maria in Shadow’s brief flashback. That’s when I knew I was in for a real gaming movie treat. Keanu does such an excellent job capturing Shadow’s threatening presence, yet contrasted by the underlying melancholic nature, of his tragic background.

What Sonic 3 does best is the conflict between how Sonic & Shadow’s grief plays a big part in the overall thematic use of Live & Learn throughout its run time. Sonic & Shadow’s baggage influences their future lifestyles.

For Sonic, he obviously yearned for a proper family and friends after years of being in hiding. Losing Longclaw at such a young age left deep scars on him. Shadow of course mirrors this losing the only person who didn’t see him as a tool of destruction to fear. Maria in the movie may not have a compelling backstory with terminal illness, but this iteration’s personality is highly entertaining to make up for the exchange. You can immediately buy into why this Shadow would want bloodshed unleashed. Movie Maria is a cheeky, sneaky, and playful kid that gets Shadow to open up emotionally. To stop the mindset of not having to become what these scientists see him as, a monster.

Sonic 3 is the most compelling entry thus far because they take what defines Sonic & Shadow’s backgrounds. Putting them against each other in the third act.

“I’ve spent fifty years reliving what they did to her…This is WHO I AM inside!”

To no surprise, Shadow’s characterization is my favorite part of this whole movie. Any time he appears on screen you know shit is gonna normally hit the fan hard. Sonic’s first thrown down with Shadow at its start sells what a bigger deal he is out of every threat this blue blur has faced previously.

What makes it much harder for Sonic to deal with is when he learns about Shadow’s past. Realizing he is a broken guy, who had his chance at happiness unfairly ripped away puts things into a much bigger perspective. It’s not just about stopping Shadow anymore, but proving his ideals are strong enough to save him from that encompassing pain.

If there was any real critique I have against Sonic 3, it’s Jim Carrey as Gerald. For as much as I enjoy his usual antics as Eggman, they should’ve dialed it back a bit more on Gerald. He should’ve been a much bigger starker contrast in his darker dramatic intentions. This isn’t to say he doesn’t have great moments with Gerald. When he stops screwing around to play it straight, Gerald gets some great dialogue. One line he says to Eggman near the end made me internally go, “Holy shit. That hurt to watch.”.

That criticism aside, Sonic 3 is a love letter to what made SA2, and Shadow The Hedgehog most importantly, an insanely iconic entry for Sonic’s franchise. While my favorite movie outta this whole year goes to The Wild Robot, Sonic 3 is certainly up there in my highlights.

Go see this on the big screen now.

[graceful-starker]

Sex Toys

Summary: Toni introduces her girlfriend Penny to one of her toy boxes.

Warnings: Genderbend, exploring with sex toys.

WC/Rating: 4092/E

Notes: I thought this prompt (Day 31- Sex Toys) would fit perfectly with my gender bend square on my bingo! Also @the-mad-starker this one is for you boo <3 This turned out so much longer than I planned ;-;

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Penny has enjoyed their sex life so far, more than that even. She thinks it’s perfect; she’s never before been with someone who was so sexually compatible. Every single time they have sex, which is a lot, she leaves feeling like that was the best sex of her life. She can hardly remember what an orgasm without Toni’s influence feels like, but she knows it’s boring in comparison. 

Toni, however, will not settle for best. She wants to ruin Penny, ruin her for anyone else, ruin her for anything that isn’t given by Toni. And so far, she’s succeeding. 

Penny can’t even get herself off anymore, not by herself. Which she doesn’t really mind, because there aren’t a whole lot of opportunities for her to be horny without Toni being able to fix it for her. 

All of this to say, Penny nearly faints when Toni opens the box, which is well used yet new to Penny and Toni’s relationship. 

“That’s…the first box?” Penny squeaks, leaning away from the box as if the contents will reach out and bite her.

Toni smirks, that familiar sparkle of mischief in her eyes. “Oh, kid,” Toni says, leaning in and kissing her shoulder. “This is the ‘ease Penny into it’ box. I have a whole playroom filled with boxes and other toys.”

Penny swallows thickly, leaning back into Toni’s chest. It’s terrifying, the idea of Toni having not only more toys than this, but more intense toys that Toni deemed too scary to start Penny off with. A whole room dedicated to sex; Penny should have known honestly. “W-what’s wrong with what we do now?” Penny asks, voice shaking. 

It’s not that Penny is a stranger to toys; she has her own favorite vibrator at home, and even a dildo in her dresser. Not to mention, Toni has already used a few different vibrators and dildos on her, and she even introduced Penny to the strap on. (Maybe Toni has more strap ons, Penny is suddenly very sure that Toni would not limit herself to just one harness). But this box, and the idea of more boxes; it’s a lot to take in all at once. 

“Nothing,” Toni murmurs, directly into Penny’s ear just to feel the younger shiver against her. She gives Penny’s ear a gentle kiss, before licking along the shell. Penny’s breath leaves her in a gasp, and Toni smirks. “Just limited. There’s a whole world of ways to play you haven’t tried yet. Don’t you want to explore it?” Her voice lilts teasingly at the end, and Penny is helpless against her beautiful, sexy, perfect lover. 

Penny reaches out with a shaky hand, fingers wrapping around the absurdly large dildo in her hands. Or, she assumes it’s a dildo; it isn’t human. She’s had sex with a man before, and she’s seen porn; this is absolutely not a human penis. “What even is this?” she asks, voice weak and shaky.

She feels more than hears Toni laugh against her neck, and watches as Toni’s thicker fingers join her own on the toy. “It’s called a dragon dildo. They have all sorts of shapes and sizes, you know. Even animal ones.”

Penny startles, almost dropping the toy if it wasn’t for Toni’s grip on it too. “What?!” She hisses, scandalized. Her cheeks are red, and she just knows Toni is loving every second of this. She’s said in the past that she adores when Penny blushes, and she proves it again by sighing and rubbing her lips softly against Penny’s burning cheeks. “Why?”

“Why not?” Tony whispers, moving the dildo onto the dresser and digging through the box some more. “What do you think of this one?”

“Why is there a bunny on it?” Penny asks, running her fingers over it. She blushes harder as Toni switches it on and it starts to vibrate. “Oh, fuck,” Penny whispers, realizing where the bunny goes now. “Fuck, this one-this part goes inside? It’s so big!”

Tony snickers, turning it off and pushing it aside too. She kisses behind Penny’s ear and rummages through the box again. “That one is called the greedy girl,” she says, almost like it’s an afterthought. “It would be big. Oh, you’ll love this one,” Toni says, pulling out what at first looks like a unicorn toy.

Penny quirks a brow, taking it from Toni and looking it over. “A unicorn?” she asks, confused. Toni lets her turn it around, and Penny gasps loudly as she looks at the mouth. “It has a tongue!” she yells, and Toni giggles behind her. Toni takes it again and pushes the toy’s mouth against Penny’s still clothed crotch, directly over where her clit is hidden. “O-oh,” Penny whispers, realizing what the tongue will do.

Toni hums happily, throwing that one to the side and pulling out what are surely two medieval torture devices. “These go on your nipples and vibrate,” Toni hums, holding them both in one hand in order to use the other to pinch at Penny’s left nipple gently. 

It still makes Penny gasp and jump slightly, and she rubs her legs together without realizing it. “Toni,” Penny whines, leaning back more heavily into Toni’s front. Those arms Penny loves so much abandon the toys to wrap around Penny’s body, holding her close and kissing up and down her neck. 

“We can try as much or as little as you want. And we can take our time exploring, no need to dive in head first,” Toni reminds her, squeezing Penny tighter to her. 

Penny is, despite her hesitation, absolutely throbbing between her legs. Her panties have to be soaked by now, and it would be embarrassing if it wasn’t exactly what Toni wanted. “You can use a few of them on me,” Penny agrees softly, despite the shakiness still remaining in her voice. “I think-I think it might be easier if you surprise me with them,” she thinks out loud. “In-instead of telling me. I think the…the expectation is causing the…”

Toni isn’t playing fair. One hand has slipped under Penny’s shirt, and is rubbing small circles around her nipple. On top of this, her teeth are starting to gently scrape over her neck, and Penny honestly didn’t stand a chance. 

“Fuck, Toni, please. Please, I want you so bad right now,” Penny whines, rubbing her legs together on purpose now.

Toni hums, grabbing a handful of Penny’s breast before squeezing it more roughly than she normally would. It causes Penny to whine and press more firmly against Toni’s front, and Toni’s lips twist into a smirk. “Strip for me then, beautiful.” 

Penny almost falls when Toni backs away, but catches herself before she does. She gives herself a second to breathe, before she turns to eye Toni wearily. When her girlfriend only widens her smile and quirks a brow in demand, Penny licks her lips and starts to strip. 

Sometimes she likes giving Toni a show, likes to watch those deep brown irises slowly get swallowed by dilating pupils; but she doesn’t have the patience nor the confidence right now. Instead, she twists her shirt off and throws it onto the dresser before dropping her jeans. She’s out of them in record time, a feat she’s very proud of considering how tight the jeans are that Toni keeps buying her. 

She hesitates when she’s down to her bra and panties, watching as Toni starts to look through her box and make decisions. Penny is grateful for the moment to collect herself, and takes a few steadying deep breaths before unclipping her bra and tossing it to join the rest of her clothes. Her panties follow before she can change her mind, and she scoots herself back on the bed so she’s resting against the pillows against the headboard. It’s easier to start sitting up and move to laying down when Toni is above her. 

Toni hums when she has her selections, putting everything else away and carrying the chosen toys to the bed behind her back. “Close your eyes,” Toni purrs, and Penny is helpless but to obey. She hears the toys be deposited next to her, hears Toni quickly shed her own clothes, and feels as the bed dips with Toni’s weight. 

Soon Penny feels Toni sitting in her lap, her hands automatically resting on her girlfriend’s hips to keep her there.

Toni chuckles softly, and the dark tone makes Penny shiver, “Good girl,” Toni purrs, and accidentally unlocks a new kink in Penny. Penny feels her jaw drop and hears herself suck in a sharp breath. “Oh,” Toni says, delight evident in her tone. “You like being good for me, baby?” Toni asks, her hands rubbing up and down Penny’s arms teasingly. 

Penny whimpers softly, biting her lower lip and furrowing her brows. Toni is always doing this to her, is always making her feel both adored and mocked in the same breath. It’s as if everything Penny does delights Toni to no end, like the older woman is constantly as surprised by Penny’s actions as Penny is by Toni’s. 

Toni hums at the lack of answer, wrapping her fingers gently around Penny’s wrists and pulls them up to her mouth to give each a gentle kiss. Then she moves Penny’s arms above her head, crossing one wrist over the other. “Scoot down the bed for me, but keep these here. And keep your eyes closed. 

Penny takes a deep breath and obeys, feeling Toni lift her weight up but not move away. She scoots down until she’s flat against the bed, her wrists crossed above her head. “Like this?” she has to confirm, wanting to behave.

“Perfect,” Toni praises, and rests her weight back down so her ass rests on Penny’s stomach. It’s here that Penny realizes she’s still in panties, and a shiver runs through her again at the realization that she’s naked and Toni isn’t. “Now, be my good girl and stay still. And keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open.”

Penny sucks in a breath through her teeth, clenching her fists but refusing to move them. Fuck, how did it take so long to realize she has a praise kink? 

The next thing she knows, Toni’s lips are on hers, and she tries to raise into the kiss. Penny is convinced Toni has magic kisses; everything else disappears when those thick, soft lips rub over her own. The way Toni sucks Penny’s lower lip in between her teeth, teasingly biting just enough to make the feeling apparent but not hurt, makes all of Penny’s anxiety dissipate. She never feels more wanted and adored than when Toni’s tongue worships her own, when it curls gently behind her teeth and lathes over the roof of her mouth. 

What could have been minutes or days later, Toni pulls away and hums in satisfaction. “God, if you could only see the way you look right after I kiss you,” Toni sighs lovingly, fingers gently rubbing over Penny’s cheek. “I want to make you feel so good that you forget everything except my name,” Toni says, as if that isn’t the hottest thing Penny has ever heard. 

“Please,” Penny responds, starting to wiggle under Toni’s weight. “I want you!”

Toni scoots down Peter’s stomach until her clothed crotch rubs over Penny’s exposed clit. It causes a hiss to escape Penny’s mouth, and her fingers twitch with the urge to touch her girlfriend. “You always respond so beautifully when I touch you,” Toni says, rubbing her hands up Penny’s stomach until she can grope Penny’s tits in both hands. 

Penny whines at the grip, trying to rub her clit into Toni’s ass. “C’mon!” she complains.

Toni chuckles again, before leaning down and sucking one nipple into her mouth while massaging the breast tissue. Her other hand moves to pinch and roll Penny’s nipple between her fingers, getting it hard and erect.

Penny gasps and whines, throwing her head back into the pillows. It’s difficult to fight the urge to watch, to fight the urge to touch Toni. She wants to tangle her fingers in Tony’s pretty hair, pull her closer to her chest and force more of herself into Toni’s mouth. 

Toni is relentless though; she rolls Penny’s nipple between her teeth, biting just on the edge of pain, before soothing it over with the flat of her tongue. Then she switches, tugging and rolling at the abused nub with her other hand and taking the other nipple between her lips.

“Fuck!” Penny gasps, squirming in a way that tests Toni’s balance. “Fuck, please, it-it hurts but it feels good at the same time!” 

Toni pulls back enough to laugh breathily, causing Penny’s nipple to pebble at the wash of air. “You haven’t felt anything, yet,” she teases darkly. She pulls away from Penny’s chest, ignoring the complaining whine from her girlfriend, and reaches for the toys. “Tell me if you don’t like this,” Toni demands, waiting for Penny to nod.

“I promise!” Penny says, eyebrows furrowed. “Please, get on with it!”

Toni finally takes mercy on her; or, maybe mercy is the wrong word, since it’s even more tortuous than Toni’s mouth. Something cold and rubber pinches at the erect nubs Toni worked hard to get ready. The feeling is both really fucking good and really fucking weird. Penny has never felt something like this before; just on the edge of being painful but so, so stimulating that Penny doesn’t even care. 

“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, biting her lip to keep more moans and whines from escaping. 

Toni makes a happy noise, thumbs gently rubbing over the clamped nipples. “So fucking pretty,” Toni whispers, almost to herself, and sits back on Penny’s thighs to better enjoy the view. “I love your tits,” Toni sighs wistfully, and it almost makes Penny laugh; if she wasn’t too wound up already, she might have. 

“Can I look yet?” Penny asks, because she wants to see the adoration on Toni’s face.

“No,” Toni says, a teasing note to the single syllable. “I’m not anywhere close to done with you.” She scoots further down, and spreads Penny’s thighs so she can fit between them. 

Penny feels a blush paint her cheeks red, knowing her dripping pussy is exposed to Toni’s hungry gaze now. Toni pushes her legs even further apart, almost uncomfortably so, and squeezes Penny’s thighs. “I love every part of you,” Toni corrects her earlier statement, leaning in to nip at the sensitive skin of Penny’s inner thighs. Penny’s leg jumps under her touch, and Toni grins. “I would devour you if I could.”

Penny whines, clenching around nothing and pulling her legs as far apart as she can without them burning–being Spider-Woman has a lot of benefits, including flexibility. “Please, Toni, please touch me!”

Toni laughs meanly, squeezing at Penny’s thighs hard enough to leave bruises. “I am touching you, sweetheart.”

Penny sticks her tongue out at her lover, and gasps as Toni pinches her. “You know that’s not what I mean!” she whines.

Toni hums in agreement, before running her fingers teasingly up and down Penny’s thighs. “A or B?” she asks.

The question confuses Penny enough that she almost blinks her eyes open. “What’s A and what’s B?”

“Not telling,” Toni says, leaning down and licking at one of Penny’s trapped nipples. “A or B?”

Penny whines, fighting the urge to rub her legs together. “B?”

Toni grins against Penny’s breast, kissing the flesh once more before pulling away. “Stay still, and keep those pretty legs spread for me.”

Peter blushes heavily, biting her lip to keep from doing something stupid like beg. 

Toni puts something back in the box, and then her left hand is back on Penny’s right thigh. It rubs soothingly up and down, distracting Penny from what’s to come. “Good girl, stay just like that. So pretty, so gorgeous for me.” She uses her right thumb to rub into Penny’s slit, feeling the slickness there with a shiver of her own desire.

Penny gasps, biting harder on her lip and fighting the urge to moan. Fuck, she’s so fucking wet and Toni has barely touched her. She wants so many things at once; she wants Toni’s thick fingers deep inside of her, she wants Toni’s tongue on her clit or fucking deep into her, she wants Toni’s strap-on, wants that silicone cock fucking her better than anyone else ever has. Anything, anything from her girlfriend.

Toni answers her silent plea, but not in a way Penny expected. “You’re so wet for me already, I can feel how much you want me,” she practically growls, before the thumb slides up to rest just above Penny’s clit. Something cold and rubber rubs along her slit instead, gathering up her slick and using it as lubrication. 

“Fuck,” Penny gasps, before biting her lip again. Toni squeezes her thigh again, and Penny throws her head back. She’s so wound up, she feels like if Toni breathed on her clit she would come. “Fuck, please, what is that?”

Toni growls softly, twisting the toy so that it’s fully covered in Penny’s desperation before slowly sliding it inside. 

Penny winces at first, but then she slowly starts to gasp and groan the further it slides into her. She doesn’t remember any of the toys looking this big, but it slowly starts to spread her open wider and wider. The toy is slender at the top, and she thought she could handle that. But it’s getting wider and wider, and Penny whines loudly as the base finally presses against her and she can feel Toni’s fingers against her lips. “Oh my fucking god,” Penny gasps out.

Toni kisses Penny’s hip, twisting the toy inside of Penny. “Do you like the way it feels?” Toni asks, teeth scraping the skin under her mouth.

Penny nods frantically, almost reaching down to touch herself before she catches herself. Her wrists slam back into the pillows above her head, and she clenches her eyes shut tightly. “Fuck, it’s so big!”

Toni worries a hickey into her skin, and waits a few seconds before pulling it out and gently pushing it back in slowly. She uses her other hand to reach up and splay over Penny’s stomach. “You’re taking it so good, baby. Being such a good girl for me. You’re taking everything I give you, aren’t you? Just to make me happy, right? So good for me, listening to all of my directions. Keeping your hands up there, keeping your eyes shut tight. You’re such a beautiful, good girl for me.”

Penny whines at the praise, clenching around the toy. Her legs are shaking with the effort of keeping still, the muscles jumping under the skin. A thin layer of sweat has started to build on her skin, and Toni licks away a bit from her thigh. “Please, Toni, I want to see now. Please?”

Toni hums in thought, before twisting the toy again. Now Penny can feel a small nub on the base, which rubs into her clit when Toni pushes it as deep as possible. “Open those pretty eyes for me, then,” Toni whispers into Penny’s thigh.

Penny does, blinking away the light before her eyes snap down to her girlfriend. She almost comes on the spot. Toni is so fucking beautiful right now, with her lips skating over Penny’s skin and eyes alight with lust. The toy is an offending neon shade of pink, but Penny doesn’t care; not when it rubs into her clit and against her spot at the same time. 

Further up her body, Penny finds the nipple clamps snug against her chest. They look so pretty there, and Penny has to admire the way her tits look when they’re decorated like this. She used to be self-conscious of the way they looked, how small they were compared to everyone else her age. 

Toni has done a fantastic job of literally fucking the insecurity out of her.

“Fuck, Toni, I’m so close,” she whines, flicking her eyes back to Toni’s. Toni grins feral back at her, moving the toy out just enough that it’s no longer against Penny’s clit and causing the younger to cry out in complaint. 

“Yeah?” Toni asks, her thumb moving along the bottom of the toy. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” She flips some switch and the toy starts to vibrate. 

Penny’s eyes roll into the back of her head as Toni fucks the toy into her again, and the vibrations are directly on her clit and against her spot. Her chest starts to heave, and it pulls at the clamps, but it only makes it better. She’s never felt so much at once in her whole life, and her whole body is on fire with the blazing lust it all causes. “Toni!” She cries out, and whines when Toni pulls the toy almost all the way out.

Toni hums and sucks another mark on the inside of Penny’s thigh. “Do it, my love. Come for me.” As she says this, she shoves the toy hard and fast as deep as it will go, causing the vibrations to be exactly where Penny wants. Her mouth latches onto Penny’s thigh, sucking another bruise, and her free hand goes up to gently yank on the chain connecting the clamps.

Penny doesn’t remember what happens after that; the pleasure over takes her, the fire spreading all over her body and imploding from her core out. Her pussy clenches rapidly around the truly giant toy, and her breath stops in her chest. Her vision whites out, and she’s pretty sure she hears herself rip the pillows under her grip. 

When she comes back to herself, her pussy is still randomly clenching around the toy despite it being turned off and dragged half out of her. There’s an undeniable wet spot under her ass, and Penny would be embarrassed that she squirted if Toni wasn’t looking up at her with an awed expression and eyes completely black with lust. 

“Fuck,” Toni whispers, pulling teh toy out and throwing it on the other side of the bed. She gently pulls the clamps off, discarding those as well, before devouring Penny’s mouth in a starving kiss. 

Penny whines into it, wrapping her legs around Toni’s hips and her arms around her shoulders. She gasps for air as Toni pulls away to bite and lick at her neck. “Fuck, Toni, please! Please, let me touch you.”

Toni pulls back, chest heaving. Penny’s eyes are drawn to the beautiful way her tits sway with the motion, still covered by her red bra; which Penny is only just now seeing as she had been forcing herself to keep her eyes closed the whole time. Her eyes snap back up to Toni’s face when she starts talking. “Touch me,” she commands.

Penny grins and moves her hands down to grope at Toni’s chest through the bra, eyes glazing over as her thumbs rub the nipples through the fabric. She allows herself to keep playing with one handful, while the other sneaks down Toni’s body and slips under the waistline over her matching panties. “Come here,” she whispers the request, and Toni moves up Penny’s body.

Penny sighs happily, moving her hand away from Toni’s bra to grope at her ass instead, making Toni groan in appreciation. Penny moves two fingers easily in and out of Toni’s pussy, elated by how wet she is just from watching Penny. She uses the heel of her hand to rub into Toni’s clit as she does, leaning up to capture Toni’s lips again.

It takes a surprisingly short amount of time to make Toni fall apart, and her chest falls to Penny’s as the orgasm overtakes her. Penny moans at the sight, keeping her fingers scissoring Toni apart and her hand rubbing Toni’s clit through the after-shocks. 

Toni finally lets her hips fall, and Penny gently removes her hand from Toni’s panties to grope at her ass with both hands. She waits for Toni to look up before moving her fingers to her mouth and sucking Toni’s wetness off of them.

“Fuck,” Toni hisses, pushing Penny’s fingers away and reclaiming her lips. 

Penny hums happily when they pull apart, loving the weight of Toni pressing her into the bed. “That was very, very good,” Penny whispers, making Toni grin happily. 

“Just wait until you see my other boxes,” she teases, and Penny bites her lip. It’s going to be a long night, she’s decided.

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[starkerhowlter]

Performative Dom

Ship: Starker Rating: E Contains: Language, Blowjobs, collaring, Lingerie, Dom/sub, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Dubious Consent (But corrected by Tony to give Peter the right to consent), Objectification (Not by MCs), BDSM Posing, Collar pulling, Coming Untouched, Daddy Kink, Peter Parker is 18, leashing Initial prompt: @starkerfestivals Valentine's Day exchange prompt 1: Peter is a sub but they won't let him go to college without a Dom sponsor.  Tony thinks he's too brilliant for those dumb rules to ruin his life so he takes up the role only to fall in love with how beautiful Peter looks on his knees. Words: 5426 Summary: Peter needs a dom. And the perfect candidate is right in front of him. But what if they fit better together than either of them ever expected?

AKA: Five Times Tony realized this was a mistake, and one time he embraced it.

Gift for: @the-mad-starker

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY MADS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so much for this prompt and for giving me the opportunity to write it! I hope you love it and I hope this does your prompt justice! Also I hope you love the bonus moodboard I custom built for you! A number of the images were made just for you ♥♥

Also also, hi Starker fandom! It's been a minute since I've been back! I've been on a "fandom tour of the world" recently and joined 3 fandoms since July. You haven't gotten rid of me yet!

This was edited by one of my fave humans @starkerkitty! Thank you so much, Jacy!! <3

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The entire thing had been a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Peter bursts into the lab seething, and Tony's met with a fire he's never seen in the younger boy's eyes. 

Tony's brow furrows as he kicks his feet off the desk, "Peter?" 

"I thought we were past this as a society," Peter shouts, dropping the envelope on the desk in front of him. He continues pacing the length of the garage, stepping onto the walls to pace across the ceiling.

"What? Acceptance letters?" Tony smirks, raises an eyebrow and picks up the envelope. He pulls the paper out, reading. "’Dear Peter Parker, you have been accepted to MIT.’" Tony murmurs, "I mean that was expected..." He continues, "blah blah blah... Orientation is on Monday.. blah blah blah... ‘Unfortunately, we can't allow you to enroll in classes until you present a Dom to sponsor your journey with MIT to allow for you to be enrolled and to keep you accounta’-- Oh, you have to be fucking kidding me," he scoffs, tossing the paper on his desk. "They're really holding you from a degree because of *that*?! Just because of the little pink heart on your license?! Maybe I can call my associates, surely they know I'm the one who recommended you. They can't possibly be holding you for anything at all." He scoffs, "I'm going up there. If they want to play this game, we'll play this game."

"Or..." Peter starts, hopping down from on top of one of the server towers.

"Or?" Tony asks, arms crossing over his chest as he looks up at the boy. 

"Never mind."

"Peter..."

He sighs, "I have a plan. But you... you have to trust me, Mr. Stark."

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"Peter, we can't do this. I mean, I'm all about fucking over tradition, but you do realize they do checks. And not just one. They do them throughout the entirety of your time in the program." Tony stares at the younger man from behind his sunglasses, frowning, "We can't possibly make them believe that I'm your Dom."

Peter's shoulders fall, "You don't want to..."

Tony scoffs, reaching over to clasp a hand over Peter's shoulder, "Now when did I say that? I'm just worried because you're just a kid. I don't want to be preying on you because you're vulnerable."

"You're not. You're just helping me to get into a prestigious university. Speaking of, we need to go get some supplies."

"Supplies?"

Peter shrugs and nods, "Y'know... A collar, whatever outfit you think fits your standards, Mr. Stark. If you feel it's appropriate, you can even pick it." 

At the mention of an outfit, Tony's mind fills with images of Peter wrapped in ensembles of his dom's choosing. He considers a suit but settles for something more casual. And Peter in his mind looks stunning. 

This is a mistake.

"Oh. We can uh... go tomorrow, deal?"

Peter nods, "Sounds good, thank you, Mr. Stark! Goodnight!" He skips out of the penthouse, leaving Tony alone with less-than-appropriate thoughts about his young mentee.

_____

There are a few times in Tony Stark's life when he knew he is well and truly fucked before the consequences happen. 

This is one of those times.

Before him, Peter’s standing on a fitting platform presented for Tony. 

"Now, Mr. Stark, what collar are you thinking for your sub? Have they earned a lock? Have they leveled up to a buckle, or is he still in training where they haven't earned more than a snap? As you know, your sub must earn a place beside you."

He allows himself a few deep breaths, glancing at Peter to confirm he's okay with this. 

Instead of a nervous disposition, Peter looks almost comfortable. His eyes are glazed, lips parted as he waits for Tony -- his dom-- to decide what he's worth. 

"I think he's earned a lock." Peter's chest shudders at the words and Tony smirks, "And let's put my name on it. He should bear my name since he belongs to me."

The worker nods, hanging on to Tony's every word. "Done! Give me just a few minutes to get the collar together for you. We can cut it today and size it so you can walk out with the piece before you leave the mall today!"

"Sounds good. I think my sub and I are going to do a few other errands but we will be back. If you wouldn't mind giving me a call?"

"Sure thing, Mr. Stark. I will start on your piece immediately." The worker takes the black metal card from him, disappearing into the back room to swipe it and get his receipt, but Tony isn't interested in the receipt. 

He turns towards Peter, hands resting gently on his arms, "You alright, kid?

Peter nods, mutely, and takes Tony's hand. "Do we need to... show our status while we're in public?" 

"It's probably a good idea. What are you comfortable wearing?"

"Whatever you'd like me to wear... daddy?" Peter tacks on the title as an afterthought and Tony fights the urge to react visibly. 

"I think that they will believe us more if we put you in a lingerie set and then dress you in a nice outfit on top of it. We can pass it off like I picked the outfit to match your collar, and if you are comfortable, some harnesses latch onto the type of collar I picked for you. But honestly, it's whatever you--"

"Mister Stark? I apologize for the interruption. Here is your card back and your receipt."

"Oh! Thank you!" He takes the card, putting it back in his wallet before taking Peter's hand and leading him out of the shop. 

Holding Peter's hand feels far more natural than it should as they walk through the mall. No one gives them a second look, and Tony wonders if they pass as a couple. 

"Follow me," Tony states, leading him through the mall toward the lingerie store. 

"Mr. Stark..." Peter tries, voice cracking with nervousness, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. If you aren't, we don't have to do this. But I will tell you from experience, they are going to want proof."

"Okay..."

----

This was a mistake.

Peter's standing in the middle of the store, surrounded by a rainbow of lace and tulle, and staring at Tony with wide brown eyes.  

"What is the-- um--" His voice cracks and Tony's heart melts. 

This was a mistake.

"How about we start you in a simple lace playsuit? Do you have a favorite color?"

"I... You should pick." 

"Alright, deal." Tony approaches one of the racks, sifting through the outfits to pick out a couple of styles in various colors. "What do you think about red?" 

"L-like Iron Man red?" 

"I mean... If I'm going to be 'owning' you, it'd make sense to have you wearing my colors," he replies, "Just seems appropriate."

Peter nods and follows after him, hands shoved in his hoodie pockets. 

"Your clothes are in there," he states, pointing into the third fitting stall, pulling the purple curtain back. "I'll wait for you out here. If you feel comfortable, I'd love to see how you look in the outfits... baby" 

Peter's eyes widen at the title, but he steps inside the booth before he can splutter out a reply and begins stripping off his hoodie and jeans, dropping them onto the gaudy cheetah print chair in the corner of the stall. 

Tony hadn't held back. 

The pieces before him held no semblance of modesty, yet would show off every curve and muscle of his body. One’s black and frilly, another’s pastel silk, and behind them is a hot rod red harness and lace playsuit.

"Holy--" He whispers, running his hand over the black, lace, off-shoulder negligee, pulling it gently off the hanger. The piece weighed next to nothing, but it felt like it'd shatter into a million pieces if he wasn't careful. He lifts it, pulling it over his head and down over his body.

It wasn't a piece of clothing so much as one long-sleeved lace sock, in Peter's opinion.  The bottom of the negligee touched just beneath his ass, and the sleeves pulled down over his hands to leave just his fingers bare. 

The lace covered nothing. His nipples and boxers were visible through the lace and at that second, he felt very, very exposed. 

"M-Mr. Stark?" He ekes out, peeking his head out of the curtain, keeping his body covered. 

"Yeah, Peter?" 

"How's this look?" Peter pulls back the curtain, revealing his lithe muscular form wrapped in the delicate lace dress. 

Oh... Tony fucked up. 

The kid - the one he had told himself he wouldn't drool over - was standing before him in a skin-tight lace bodycon dress, and Tony wanted nothing more at that moment than to devour him. 

"You look-- The lace and-- and your figure... um..." He clears his throat, "You look good. Can I see the next one?"

"Oh! Of course!" Peter replies, rushing back into the room. 

Back in the room, Peter removes the lacy garment and picks up the silky one. It doesn't even make it off the hanger before it's dropped to the floor. 

"No on the silk."

"No?" Tony replies from outside the door, "Just don't like the color or...?"

"Texture," Peter replies bluntly, picking it back up to hang it on the hook. "I can't do it."

Tony huffs what sounds like a laugh, "That's alright, sweetheart." 

The title slips out, and the younger man blushes as he picks up the next piece. 

On the hanger is a lacy bright red harness playsuit. Bands cross along the back and front, over where his midriff would be, and he shivers slightly at the intricacy of the piece. He steps into it, slowly pulling it up over his thighs, hips, and stomach, spreading the lace over his form. 

He turns towards the mirror and the sight of himself catches him off guard. Peter's breathing hitches at the sight of Tony's colors, his red, stretched over Peter’s pale skin. His hands ghost down the front, and the feeling causes him to shiver.  

"You okay in there, kid?" Tony calls, shattering the moment, "Didn't get tangled did you?"

"Uh... no!" He calls out, turning away from the mirror and towards the curtain. "Did you want to see this one? It's a bit... much isn't it?"

Tony gives an affirmative noise, and Peter pulls open the curtain, revealing himself to him. 

"Holy shit..." Tony whispers.

"That bad?"

"Look at you..." He steps forwards, and reaches for his hips, but stops just a few inches shy. "I-- Sorry." Tony inhales and steps back. "You can uh.. get dressed. I'll meet you out front."

He is so fucked.

---

A few days later, Tony's sitting on the couch next to Peter, reading paperwork on his tablet. "Okay, kid, we need a game plan for this Thursday. I mean... how are we planning on convincing them?" He swirls the bourbon in his glass, sipping it slowly. "Are you just thinking you'll sit in my lap or was there something else you thought might work better? What's the move?"

"I figured I'd sit on your lap, um... maybe we can have me wear a button-down shirt so they can see the lingerie and collar you picked? Just... basically... um... what do people usually do?"

'Fuck.' Tony's brain unhelpfully supplies.

"They tend to use less... orthodox methods. Some bring their subs in on leashes or feed them from their hand, make them sit down on the floor at their feet... It really depends. All I know is that when the day comes, I need to know what program you are going into and why so that I can vouch for you. Because as much as I hate it... in that room, you have no voice."

Peter shivers at the implication and nods. "Noted. Would you like me to uh... put on the outfit again so we can practice? I don't think it'd do us well for either of us to be stumbling and shy the day of."

'Oh, fuck, please put the outfit back on...' Tony thinks. 

"Good idea. I expect I will wear a usual suit, so there really isn't any need for me to change, right? I mean the entire thing is just a meeting. Nothing major. What's the worst that could happen? I mean, it's just an interview."

-----

This is a mistake.

Whatever they'd planned for, it wasn't this. 

"M-Mr. Stark..." Peter whispers, eyes wide as he's led into the room, feeling small in the cavernous space. Their shoes thud against the floor as they walk, and he takes note of many famous art pieces along the walls as they're led to the office. 

At the last second, they'd decided on a leash, and now Peter realizes that may have been a mistake. The skinny chain is connected to the D-ring of his collar, and the other end is held by a wrist strap in the same metallic red leather as his collar. The weight of the piece creates a heady feeling at Peter's core and he finds himself thinking of taxes, his grandma... anything to keep the bulge in the front of his pants minimal.

Tony pulls on the chain, leading Peter through the halls, following a woman with a tight black bun who's talking far too fast for Peter to keep up with. 

"This school is one of the most prestigious in the country, you're not going to regret sending your sub here. We do offer a few check-in options if you want him to live on campus, but at the end of the day, it's about whatever works for you, Mr. Stark."

He replies with a simple, "As you know, I was a student here when I was younger. I think I want Peter here to have the same experience. Back then, we knew I was going to be marked a dom, just as my father was, and I didn't need any sort of sponsor. I'm not quite sure how this process works." Tony's entire being exudes confidence, and it puts Peter's racing heartbeat at ease. "Do you need to verify my 'status' or is that just understood?"

"I will need to verify your designation when we get to the office, but at this time it's not a major issue." She gives him a tight smile, not sparing Peter a second glance. "Oh, I should remind you, there will be a confirmation test before the meeting begins, will you be needing supplies for it or have you brought your own?" 

Tony scoffs dismissively, "What the hell is a 'Confirmation test'? You don't believe that I own my sub? That's ridiculous!"

"I do apologize, Mr. Stark. We've had a recent spike in subs acting as doms to get into college or having others of different designations pretend to be their dom to try and bypass the system. Therefore we've had to implement a check. There will be an agreement signed by all parties present if you're worried about it being leaked."

Peter blanches at the concept, heart racing when he hears that others have tried and failed to do exactly as they are. 

"Ah, that makes sense. We won't be needing supplies, my sub here is trained well enough to take it no matter how I give it." He shrugs, "Well then, where should we wait?" 

"Just through here," she replies, ignoring the snark in Tony's voice. 

He sends her a fake smile, pulling Peter closer to him to wrap his arm around Peter’s shoulders. Peter's racing pulse presses against his wrist. With a whisper, he soothes Peter, "It's okay. I've got you, baby," putting on the facade of a doting dom, much to the woman leading them's approval. 

"My dom is the same way when I get nervous," she muses mindlessly, opening a large white door to lead them into the office. "Have a seat over here." She leads him over to one of the plush velvet chairs sitting before a large wood desk, "Your sub can wait by the door." 

Tony frowns, "Absolutely not, he stays with me. No questions asked." Unconsciously, his hand tightens around Peter's leash, keeping him close as though someone would steal him away. "He'll sit at my feet." 

"If that's what you choose. Mr. Donahue and Mr. Arroyo will be in soon. Would you like any coffee while you wait?"

"I think we're alright. Thank you." She nods, leaving them alone. 

"Hey, kid, are you okay?" Tony asks, helping Peter to sit comfortably on his knees by Tony's chair.

Peter nods, shifting slightly to ensure Tony's shirt parts over his chest to reveal the lacy bodice of the lingerie. 

He runs his fingers through Peter's hair, "You look good. I don't know what this 'confirmation test' is, but we'll get through it together."

"I trust you. We can do whatever we need to to get through this. I want to go to MIT so bad, Mr. Stark..."

"I know, Peter, and I will do whatever I have to to make it happen. Even if it means lying to the panel at my alma mater." He smirks, ruffling the younger man's hair, "We will get through this... together."

Before long, the large door at the side of the room opens and two men walk inside. 

"Good morning, I presume you're Mr. Donahue and Mr. Arroyo?"

"Yes, and is this..." He lifts his clipboard, "Peter Parker?"

At the mention of his name, Peter looks up from his place on the floor. 

"Yes. We're here to get Peter set up in the program for biochemistry and chemical engineering."

The two suited men before them snicker, "That's quite the program... Are you sure it's for him?"

Tony frowns, chewing his cheek to keep from mouthing off and blowing it for the younger, "He's actually quite brilliant. But let's be honest, any sub worthy of me would have to be more than just a pretty face." 

His words pinken Peter's cheeks, and he blushes, leaning against Tony's leg. 

"If you're sure, we can progress to the next part of the meeting. Before that though, I have this sheet of terms and conditions for you to read." 

The man on the left hands Tony a sheet of legalese. 

It's a basic NDA, nothing he really needs to worry about because he's sure he could break it with a check and some lawyers if needed. Rolling his eyes at the places saying that he and his sub consent to the test, he moves to sign it, and then hands the pen to Peter, but notices at the last second there's only one line.

"Oh, we don't need his signature, your signature of consent is enough."

"Yeah, well I want his signature of consent next to mine." Tony glares, pointedly dragging the pen along the paper to create a line for Peter to sign. "Baby," he summons, snapping his fingers.

"Yes, Mr. Stark?" Peter replies, just as practiced, "How can I service you?"

"I need your signature on this NDA."

Peter obediently rises to his feet, leaning over the table to sign the paper. 

"You don't even need to read it?" The man on the right asks.

"Of course not. If my Sir read it, I trust him to know what's best for me." 

Clearly, that was the right answer, as Tony's hand wrapped around his hips, pulling Peter back to sit on his lap. 

They hadn't discussed this.

Tony smiles softly at him, left hand running up his chest, and under the shirt. 

Neither of the men before them seem bothered by the display. If anything, they're pleased. 

"Before we begin, I need to see your IDs. Just to confirm your designations." 

"Of course." Tony nods, pulling his wallet out to produce both of their IDs from the pocket they'd tucked them into the day prior.

The men look over their ID cards, confirming the black heart on Tony's and the pink one on Peter's. They hold them up to the light, confirming the words etched beside the icons aren't forged. 

When they seem satisfied, they stand at the desk, handing Tony back the cards. 

"Now, for the next part of this process, we're going into this room next door. There will be some equipment for you to use, should you need it. Essentially, we just need to see how you and Mr. Parker interact to confirm that you are actually in an agreement."

"Sounds like a plan. Let's go," Tony replies calmly, following behind them and leading Peter into the room as well.

---

The giant room is simple, with dark red walls and black wood flooring. There’s only a few pieces of equipment Tony's never seen outside of an obscure sex club he frequented in '05 in the room. 

"When you're ready Mr. Stark." They take a seat on the black couch in the corner of the room.

Tony nods, "Alright. Peter, I want you to strip out of my shirt and head to the display platform over there." He unclips the leash from his wrist and the chain falls against Peter's front. 

"Yes, Daddy," Peter replies obediently, unbuttoning the shirt the rest of the way and allowing it to fall off his shoulders. He folds the garment, setting it on the floor next to him. Silently, he steps onto the circular acrylic platform and waits at attention with his head down and arms behind his back. 

"Inspection," Tony states, crossing his arms, and standing just off to the side of the stand. 

Without a second thought, Peter raises his arms behind his head, spreading his legs to wait for his next command.

Tony walks behind him, circling the platform as the world shrinks to just them.

"Service."

He nods, dropping his hands in front of his crotch, patiently eyeing Tony for the next word."

"Good. Nadu."

'Fuck.' Peter thinks, dropping to his knees. He kneels back, spreading his thighs just enough to place his hands palms-up on them, eyes trained at the floor just before him. 

It feels like the room has suddenly grown 800 degrees hotter as Tony watches the younger man drop to his knees from just his command. He fights the urge to respond. To go over and take control and ownership of Peter, but instead, he coughs and delivers the next command, "Collar."

Peter lifts his head, presenting his throat as though Tony were to place or pull on the leather wrapped around his throat. 

"Humble."

He drops forward, chain hitting the ground with a dull thud as his nose touches the floor, arms sliding before him, and his ass pushed out into the air for Tony or any passerby to inspect him.  It wracks shivers down Peter's form as he lays there. 

Tony's eyes widen.

This was a mistake.

Had Peter's ass always looked that good in those jeans or was this position just stretching the light fabric over his form? He clears his throat, glancing over at the suited men writing notes in the corner. 

"Ready position," he commands, snapping his fingers to grab Peter's attention.  

Peter pushes up, pulling his hands back towards himself, sitting on his knees with his lips slightly parted. The chain of the leash runs down his body as Peter raises his gaze to just above where Tony's face would be if he stood over him. 

The thought fills Tony's head with more visuals than he's prepared for, and he feels himself going lightheaded. 

This was a fucking mistake.

"Last one, Peter..." he states, "Captured."

Gracelessly, Peter rolls onto his back, spreading his arms and legs to present his body to Tony, inviting him to take control. His breath leaves his lungs. If it weren't for the jeans obstructing his view, Peter's cock, hole, and balls would be on display for him. 

Tony chokes out a simple, "R-Released." Clearing his throat, he adds, "Good job, Peter." He offers him the button-up from next to the platform, helping him put it on, but stops him before he can button it. 

"Thank you, Daddy, I'm glad that I could please you."

He presses a gentle kiss to Peter's temple and reattaches the chain leash to his wrist. 

One of the men interrupts the exchange, catching Tony's attention, "Well, Mr. Stark, I can say that we are thoroughly impressed with you and your training of your sub. If you wouldn't mind having a seat with us over here, we can sort out his schedule for this semester." 

"Gladly." He leads Peter over, dropping into the white chair across from them, and pulling Peter into his lap.

----

Two hours later, they arrive outside with one sheet of classes for Peter to begin in a week. 

"We did it!!" Peter squeals, wrapping his arms around Tony in a tight, celebratory hug. 

"We did, kid! You are now officially a student of MIT," Tony replies, "Congratulations! Wanna head home?"

"Please..." Peter replies. 'Just a little longer.'

----

The air in the penthouse is thick as Tony drops his keys on the counter in the kitchen. 

"Now what? I expect you want to change into something more comfortable?"

'Please do, before I eat you alive,' Tony thinks.

"Um... I thought..." Peter walks around the counter, standing before Tony, "I thought I might stay in this a little longer. If that... I mean... If that's okay?"

"Fuck, kid... Of course it is," he murmurs, hand reaching out and stopping just before Peter's cheek. Peter's breath ghosts across his wrist, crushing the last of Tony's reserve. He places his hand on Peter's jaw, running it down toward his throat.

They'd removed the leash once they'd gotten in the car, and Tony mourned its loss, but instead reached for the ring at the center of Peter's collar. 

"Is this okay?" 

"Please..." Peter whispers, eyes falling to Tony's lips before flicking back to meet his eye. 

"Fuck, kid..." Tony grabs the D-ring with his right index finger, pulling him forward into their first kiss. It grows heated almost instantly, as Peter presses his body back against the counter, caged in by Tony's left hand. 

Peter whimpers against his lips, licking into Tony's mouth. 

"I've wanted this so badly... For so long," he murmurs, sharing breaths with the older man, "Please, Mr. Stark, let me have it?"

"Of course, you can have whatever you want, Peter. Anything." He kisses the younger again, reveling in the soft whines slipping past Peter's lips. "What do you want?"

"Can you... Tell me what to do again?" His voice cracks, nervously and Tony smirks at the sound. 

"Of course I can. You can say stop at any time. I won't hold it against you and it won't affect me sponsoring you for college, okay?"

Peter nods, waiting for his first command as soon as Tony lets go of his collar. 

"I want you to go into the living room, strip out of your outside clothes, and pick one of your kneeling positions. Either Nadu, Collaring, or your Ready position. I will be there in a moment. Also, you will call me ‘Daddy.’"

"Yes, Daddy." Peter rushes out of the kitchen, and into the den, stripping and kneeling in his ready position, just like he was trained. He watches the kitchen door, patiently waiting for Tony to come through. 

Tony pushes open the door to the den, and there in the center of the floor is Peter kneeling in the Iron Man red lingerie Tony'd picked a week prior, waiting patiently for the older man to claim him for his own. The red elastic bands wrap diagonally around Peter's center, and the lace at his crotch and chest stretches over the skin perfectly. 

He looks edible.

"Fuck, look at you..." Tony gasps. "I swear it took everything in me earlier not to step up on that platform and kiss you earlier." 

As if imagining it, Peter shivers. Tony smirks, and runs his fingers through Peter's hair. "I have a feeling you would have liked it if I had, baby." 

The title makes Peter's eyes widen and he blushes. 

"Noted." Tony chuckles, "How far do you want to take this?"

"All the way. I just... I want your cock so bad, Daddy..."

"Fuck..." he groans, "Yeah, we can... we can make that happen. Fri, lock down this floor, make sure no one gets in." 

"On it, sir," she replies.

"You have my full attention, Daddy," Peter whispers, shyly, "Do what you think I am worthy of."

"Honey, you've had my full attention since I put my name on your neck. And as for what you're worthy of? I think you've earned being spoiled on my cock until you're begging. How does that sound?"

Peter shivers and nods, "Please, Daddy... Make me yours."

He chuckles and unbuttons his slacks, watching as Peter tracks every single motion of his hands. "Desperate?" 

The younger man blushes, and lowers his gaze to Tony's shoes, not replying.

"I'm going to take that as a yes."

"Can we just... Can I--?" He raises his hands to Tony's belt.

"Fuck, of course you can, Peter." Tony nods, pulling his cock through the front of his boxers. "It's all yours."

Peter pushes forward, taking the tip into his mouth with practiced ease. 

"Have you done this bef-- Oh fuck there..." Tony groans, hand falling into Peter's hair.

"Never kiss and tell, Daddy." He winks, licking along the side of Tony's length, sucking kisses into the skin. 

"Fuck, Peter..." His hips jump when the younger man takes the crown into his mouth, sucking slowly down until he's buried the hilt of Tony's cock in his mouth. "How... did you... get to be so good at this?" His chest rises and falls as Peter watches through a hooded gaze. "You're so good for me, Peter..."

He pulls off, lips swollen and pink, "Say it?"

Tony runs his fingers through his hair, catching on the curls, "So good for Daddy." 

Peter whimpers, taking Tony’s dick back into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and suckling sloppily. Slowly, Tony's hips push back against his sucking, creating a slow rhythm. 

"Can I fuck your mouth, baby?" 

He nods as much as he can, dropping his jaw to allow for space. 

Experimenting with a thrust, Tony pushes his dick further into Peter's mouth, reveling in the tight heat surrounding him. He pulls back, repeating the motion a few times, gasping when Peter's gurgles vibrate around his length.

Releasing his hold, he allows Peter to pull off and catch his breath, watching as the younger man wipes drool from his lips, and tears from his eyes. 

"Again?"

"When you're ready, sweetheart. You're doing so good for Daddy, baby. I'm going to go a little faster."

As promised, he speeds his rhythm up, thrusting into Peter's mouth, each breath carrying a desperate moan. "Fuck, Peter..." He tangles his hands in Peter's hair, pulling Peter's head in an opposing pattern to his hips, "Just a little more, sweetheart... And then I'll make you feel good too."

"Don't... Don't have to." Peter croaks, pushing his hips down against the ground. "'m good."

"Are you getting off on this, Peter? Enjoying me using your mouth? You enjoy being used by Daddy?" Tony purrs, tangling his hands in Peter's hair, pulling him forward again, "Good. Because Daddy loves using your pretty mouth." 

Peter whimpers, sucking Tony back into his mouth, licking the beads of precum off the tip and down the side. He shivers, fucking his own mouth. 

"Fuck, sweetheart... Can't... Can't fucking do that, I'm too close." 

Tony swears he sees Peter's eyes sparkle when he says that, but he couldn't be sure. Not with his head falling back in a louder-than-necessary moan. 

Peter shivers at the sound, and the vibrations of his own moans are what brings Tony over the edge. 

He shouts Peter's name, bucking sloppily into his mouth, groaning loudly. "Fuck, so good for me baby... So fucking good." 

Peter swallows around him, licking the remnants away, pulling off with a soft pop. 

Tony tucks himself back into his boxers and sinks next to Peter, "God... Why haven't we done this sooner?" 

Peter shrugs dazedly, head falling against Tony's shoulder. He wraps his arms around Peter, kissing him softly. The man tastes himself, and he smiles against Peter's lips. 

"As for you..." he reaches down, slipping his hand into Peter's lingerie, and is met with a wet spot, and Peter's hypersensitive cock. "You-- You came untouched?"

"Mhmn.."

"Fuck, kid..." Tony gasps, "What did I do to deserve you?"

"Everything," Peter whispers back, nuzzling closer, feeling completely owned.  Just as he should be.

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