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I've made a GIF of Tony and Peter kissing and just came across a TikTok carousel with different Marvel ships and a caption that said, "I saw them kissing." I saw the Starker ship there, so I threw my pic in the comments. Let the fight begin, ahahaha.

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anyway stevebuckynat are my fav because nat's the perfect bridge between present-day bucky and steve and all their bullshit and communication issues And nat gets the benefit of not one but two people who come as close as possible to understanding her

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is he short or are they just freaks

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Peter was shaking as he sat on the edge of the bed, Steve held onto him as his gently kissed his jaw and coaxed him to relax. “C’mon baby… just relax, Tony knows what he’s doing.”

Peter just whined as he looked down, Tony had his arms hooked around his legs as he was on his knees, face deep In between Peter’s thighs, making out with the boy’s pussy. Peter just whined and squirmed, but Tony and Steve kept him still

Tony was like a man starved, tongue inside of Peter’s pussy and his nose rubbing the boy’s clit. Tony was breathing heavily, moaning as he would lick it and then kiss it. But Tony had already made the boy cum at least three time before. Peter lost count, he’d just moan out and squirm before squirting into Tony’s mouth, where Tony swallowed it all, drinking as if he’d never get a chance to ever again

Steve would also make out with the boy as Tony did his thing, Steve’s kisses were soft, and the soft beard made Peter feel warm and comfy. Eventually after Peter lost count of how many times he came, Tony stood up, wiped his mouth but still had that hungry look in his eyes

Steve gently moved Peter onto the bed, laying him down on the pillows. “Just relax baby, ‘kay? Me and Tone’s will make sure you enjoy this…”, Steve said as he pulled the man in for a kiss. Steve could taste Peter on Tony, and god how it fueled him. They were all naked, Tony was hard as steel, it was red and angry. Steve could rival him, his tip was red and leaking, they grabbed at each other as they continued to kiss

Peter slightly moaned as he reached his hand down between his soft and tender folds. His hands neared himself and he whined, he was so sensitive. As Tony and Steve continued to kiss, it got hot and heavy, Peter could hear wet squelching sounds, apart from him fingering himself. Tony and Steve were practically eating each other’s faces, and they were moaning as there cocks rubbed against each other

Peter saw that Steve gained the upper hand as he made Tony lay back, propping a leg up onto his shoulder, he held his cock in his hand, spitting on it as he rammed it into Tony. Tony just moaned out, Steve was always able to easily enter Tony without much work

Tony moaned as Steve began to thrust, Tony turned his head and looked into Peter’s eyes, Steve leaned down to kiss the man, locking eyes with the boy as well. They both stared at Peter as Peter’s fingers matched Steve’s thrusting. “Look at him”, Steve said in a ragged voice, “So pretty, so vulnerable… and he’s ours, all ours”

Peter but his bottom lip as he whined, it feels like he has one last go him. “You wanna cum baby?”, Tony asked, Peter nodded, “Go on baby”, he said. Steve got back up, still ramming into Tony as Tony began to jerk himself off. They were timing this just right, Peter had that look on his face. Tony continued to jerk and Steve continued to ram into Tony as Peter’s body squirmed. He back arched, he squeezed his eyes shut

Synchronized, Tony and Steve moaned out, Steve thrusting one last time as he shot his load into the man, Tony shooting his own load over his body. And Peter? Peter gave himself one last push as he squirted hard, into the air. His moans were music to Tony and Steve as they kissed. They kissed for a little while longer before Steve eventually pulled out, seeing his cum leak out of Tony

They both stood, going to the bathroom for towels and wipes. They cleaned themselves before heading back into the bedroom, seeing a tired and already dozing off Peter. They cooed as they walked over and began to wipe him down. Peter just mumbled incoherently. Steve and Tony threw the wipes away before getting into the bedroom with the boy

They each kissed his cheek as they brought the covers over themselves, albeit slightly moist. They each held Peter, “Happy 18th, baby”, Steve said as Tony fixed his hair, “Always so good for us, such a good boy.” And Peter just mumbled with his eyes closed, the two men cooing

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Tony has a reputation for being a playboy (rightfully so)

So he really shouldn’t feel as nervous and excited about meeting porn star Peter Parker

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this is how this scene went, right? (WEAR HEADPHONES)

bonus "what i named the original video file" under the cut:

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Antique Silver

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Steve’s arms bracket Peter’s head as he sucks possessive bruises into the skin of his neck. Steve always likes to use his whole body to cover Peter’s, shielding him from the world. They may as well be when they’re like this, the way Steve covers him. Only he can see Peter, only he can hear Peter, only he can fuck Peter.

Steve is so overwhelming. His hands are so big and his skin is so warm and soft Peter feels like he’s got so many hands on him. His skin tingles from Steve’s stubble, his lips are raw from his kisses. Yet, he’s never felt so cherished in his life. He feels cared for as if he’s a piece of antique silver that’s been polished a hundred times. Used, loved, yet no less special than last time he was filled.

Steve takes his time opening him up, he always does. He can feel his artist-honed fingers massaging him from the inside, stretching him like taffy. They’re so meticulous and careful, completely in control in whatever pleasure Steve bestows on him. He’s so skilled at whatever he put his mind to, treating Peter’s hole like his latest art project, sculpting it to take Steve’s cock.

Peter has tears in his eyes before Steve is even in him. Steve is just teasing him now, rubbing his cock head over Peter’s hole while he begs for him. He allows Peter a little relief in the form of his cock-head pressing in and out of his hole, fucking him with only the tip. Peter latches his fingers on Steve’s ass, not letting him pull back once he’s in. Steve finally lets him have it, sinking in. He’s so thick and hard and warm he stretches Peter’s hole better than he’s ever had it. He’s always so cold and Steve runs so hot and it’s all he can do to grip onto Steve’s muscles and scream as he bottoms out, cum forcing itself out his body.

Peter's brain can only think of Steve and his cock and how good his lips feel on his body and his fingertips digging into his hips. No one can fuck him like Steve does, although he does wonder how good it would feel to let others try. Steve fucks like it’s his last time, like there’s no tomorrow. His hips circle, forcing his cock into his prostate with every thrust, slow and deep, driving Peter crazy, making him take it.

His mouth can’t form coherent words anymore, only able to moan out garbled syllables. He wonders briefly between peaks of pleasure how Steve is still functioning enough to be able to fuck him like this. Steve has turned his body to jelly, his mind to liquid. Steve consumes him from inside out, his blood a raging inferno. He screams as he cums again.

He knows Steve’s ears are sensitive but he’s too out of it to control himself. He didn’t even think to try until Steve shoves two fingers in his mouth for him to suck on. God why didn’t he think to ask if he could have it from both ends? He gurgles around Steve’s fingers as he cums for the third time in his cock this evening.

He knows things are complicated between Steve, Bucky, and Tony but god, the only thing that could make sex with Steve better is another super soldier and an actual sex god. It’s all Peter can do to sink his fingers into Steve’s back and cum again thinking about it.

Steve doesn’t stop until Peter’s drained. He briefly pulls together enough brain cells to wonder why. Steve is sensitive and super powered like he is, how does he not cum every two seconds? The brief flash of silver Peter sees flying over his head answers his question. He was wearing a cock ring to wring Peter dry before pounding him into pulp. God, Steve is too good for him, waiting until he’s satisfied before taking his own. And he does take, finally allowing himself to be selfish. He tucks his face into Peter’s neck and drives into him, groaning as he cums seemingly non-stop. By the time he’s done, Peter feels like there’s a river running out of him

Steve collapses next to him, presses a kiss to his sweaty curls, and passes out. He knows Steve will wake in a few minutes to take care of them both, but for now, he dozes, wondering how he’ll convince Steve to let others see them like this.

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“Steve?” Peter asks once they’re both cleaned up and cuddled together. Steve grunts in response. Peter looks up at him, marveling how gorgeous the other man is. Golden eyelashes, eyes bluer than the sky, plush, pink lips. Peter presses his own to them, losing himself momentarily.

Steve is the one that pulls back. “Queens, you’re gonna get me goin’ again and I don’t think either of us can handle that right now.”

Peter snorts. Steve is right, Peter’s prostate is bruised and his hole is still swollen and red from Steve using him.

“So I was thinking-“

“A dangerous pastime.”

“You shush! I shouldn’t have shown you that. I’m trying to ask you something here,” Peter says, shoving lightly at Steve’s shoulder.

“Anyway, I was thinking about how much I liked it when you shoved your fingers in my mouth while you were fucking me. It made me feel so full. And, I, uh. Was wondering-“

“Oh thank god. Me too. You’d look so good with your mouth full of cock while I stuff you full.”

“Really, you’d want to have someone else?” Peter questioned earnestly.

“One specific person, yes. I’ll ask and see if he’d want to relive old times.”

Peter grabs Steve by the hair and yanks him down into a rough kiss.

“Just so you know,” Peter gasps in between kisses, “I have a thing for brunettes.”

“Guess I gotta change that then,” Steve growls, grabbing for the lube.

So much for not getting him riled up again.

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Peter on every mission: Okay, you guys go ahead and Mr Stark and I will distract them by pretending to be a couple-

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Tony hardcore fucking Peter’s throat and after he’s come he just gets up and starts puttering about in their bedroom while Peter is still lying on the bed, absolutely filthy and gasping for breath through a throat full of come

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sorry that you think my fictional ship is illegal. I actually consulted a fictional lawyer about it and he had a talk with a fictional cop about the fictional laws and then they both looked at me, and very seriously said "we'll allow it because it's hot."

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this is why the Avengers mysteriously keep avoiding the training floor during Tony and Peter’s hours.

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the authors open fetish that complements the themes of their work

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Precious Peter Parker

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Peter was not a lucky person. His parents had died when he was a baby, his uncle had died when he was fourteen, and his aunt died right before he started college. And, most recently, he just used the last of the money left to him to get his car fixed on the same day his job fired him for being late. That’s Parker luck for ya.

So now, Peter is in college and broke. His payment for next semester is due in four weeks, his bank won’t give him another loan, and he has exactly seventeen dollars and twenty three cents in his bank account. At this point, he has no choice but to visit his counselor, Mr. Stark.

He had intended to ask about the possibility of taking out more student loans or scholarships, but once he started speaking, he lost control, bawling in his office.

“There, there,” said Mr. Stark, handing him a tissue, “you’re too pretty to be crying like this. I’m sure there’s something we can do. Have you thought about getting a part-time job?”

“I’ve tried looking, sir, and no one wants to hire me!”

Mr. Stark sighed and thought for a moment. “Well,” he said, “I wouldn’t normally offer this to a student, but I’m going to make a special exception for you. There is a certain exclusive club that I’m a member of, and it employs waitresses. I’ll put in a recommendation for you.”

“What kind of a club?” Peter asked.

“It’s a gentleman’s club,” said Mr. Stark, “but in the traditional sense. Men sit around, discuss business, drink fine alcohol, smoke cigars. I’m not suggesting you do anything sordid. You’d be required to dress attractively, and serve drinks and aperitifs. You could even work under a false name, for extra anonymity.”

Peter thought for a moment. This was an opportunity. A way to get by. A chance to work and make some money to continue his education.

“Okay.”

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The club was called SHIELD, and it was a discreet, aging building downtown, tucked between skyscrapers. Entrance to the club was in an alleyway in the back, and the only indication of the club’s identity was a wooden shield painted in faded colors.

Inside the club was a study in wealth. Peter wondered how a school guidance counselor could ever afford to be a member. The floors were polished hardwood, and leather armchairs sat around expensive-looking wooden tables. A fire burned in a stone fireplace next to a long, polished wooden bar. There was raised stage stood empty at the far end of the club, presumably for live music. Everything spoke of money, privilege, and a life Peter could only dream of.

Maybe a dozen men, all in expensive suits, sat around, talking, drinking, and smoking cigars.

A woman in a long evening dress came to meet Peter. “I’m Ruby,” she said. “You must be the new girl.”

Peter blushed. He had figured it would be easier to dress as a girl for work. He had dressed attractively, as Mr. Stark had suggested - he wore a tight black skirt and a black halter-top that showed off his boobs and toned stomach. It was clubwear, but in this quiet, tasteful room, he felt cheap and trashy. Next to Ruby, he felt violently underdressed.

“I’m Peter,” he said. “I’m sorry, I should’ve worn something else. I didn’t know what to expect.”

Ruby looked at him. “I think we might have something more appropriate for you,” she said. “Now, do you want to use your real name?”

“No,” said Peter, feeling shy.

“That’s fine,” said Ruby, smiling. “I think I’ll call you Precious.”

“Precious?” Peter asked, grimacing at the name.

“This is a place where men come to feel powerful,” said Ruby. “They’ll call you Precious if you say that’s your name, but if you say it’s something like Peter they’ll just call you things like ‘honey’ and ‘kitten’ anyway. It’s better to choose your own than let them choose for you.”

Peter supposed she was right. Ruby led him back to the employee locker room, and here Peter once again grimaced. Ruby did have a change of clothes for her, but it was a Playboy bunny suit. A black shoulderless corset that stopped at the nipples, cupping and lifting her breasts, fishnet stockings, heels, a little bunny-tail stuck to her ass, and a bunny-ear headband.

“I wore this when I started,” said Ruby. It’ll do for tonight. Wear something of your own tomorrow.”

“What should I wear?” asked Peter.

“You’re eye-candy for the members,” said Ruby. “You have to look sexy but expensive. You’re a trophy, but one only rich men can afford. If you can’t dress like a million dollars, then dress in something that it’s obvious you’d never otherwise wear - like the bunny suit.”

“Okay,” said Peter, uncertainly.

It turned out to be not so bad. Wearing the bunny costume was embarrassing, and saying, “Hi, I’m Precious,” made him blush every time, but it was otherwise just a normal waitressing job. He took orders from the men, brought them their drinks and cigars, and acted like doing so made him exceptionally happy. The men were polite, better than they’d been at his previous job, and tipped well.

Ruby was right though. He was eye candy. He felt their eyes on his tits and ass. A couple even made comments.

“It’s nice to see one with such fine tits join our little family,” said one man. “I expect a beautiful girl like you gets her legs spread by men fairly often,” said another. “It must be nice to get to dress like the real you,” said another. “Girls like you must get so tired in today’s world pretending to be intelligent and empowered.”

It was embarrassing to be called a girl and have to flaunt his tits to them, Yet, every time, he blushed and mumbled a vague agreement, as Ruby had warned him to. The members did not like to be disagreed with. It wasn’t so bad.

Even the older man who groped his ass as he served him whiskey wasn’t so bad - it was a slow, deliberate caress, with two fingers working confidently between his legs to press against his pussy. It was the grope of a man who had complete certainty that his body was his property, not the inexperienced rub of a teenager, like his previous experiences. It made him a little bit wet.

It was good enough that he came back the next day, and the one after that. His shifts were always afternoon, always ending at six.

He quickly got the hang of how to dress. Expensive eveningwear that might be appropriate for a dinner party, or something appropriate for a kinky date, lingerie, corsets, stockings, and heels. And always, always, with easy access to his groin, whether it be short skirts or slitted dresses. If the customers couldn’t grope him easily, it wouldn’t stop them. They would very deliberately lift his dress until his ass was exposed, and then grope him, and that was twice as embarrassing.

From time to time, he would see Mr. Stark there, and that was very embarrassing. He stared at Peter like any other man, his eyes lingering at the curve of his ass or the swell of his tits. But he never commented or groped him, just smiled.

The outfits made him blush, but they also felt good. He felt expensive, and with his financial situation being what it was, he had forgotten what it felt like to feel expensive. Peter kind of liked the way they stared at him. He felt like a valuable commodity, something that could be bought, but only for a premium price. And he liked it.

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Bucky eyes the guy from across the street.

Peter Parker. Photographer for the bugle, one of the few to get photos of almost all of the heroes in the city.

He was currently in a coffee shop, looking to be editing his latest photos while also working on some of his college course work. Head phones on, taking a sip of his coffee and the tiniest bites of the large muffin.

This was the guy that they wanted to take photos of the fundraiser event they will be hosting at the tower. Eyeing the very worn shoes he could see from the wide window the guy was sitting infront of. Looks like he would need the money