#tony tops the heck out of Peter from the bottom

[starker-muse-prompts]

Forced Marriage/Mating AU:

Tony's done an excellent job covering up his omega status; he's never felt the stereotypical omegan urge to submit, and with strong suppressants, he hasn't had to deal with a heat at all in years.

When someone tampers with his suppressants, he goes into pre-heat during a board meeting, the scent singular enough to completely out him to everyone present. The board is full of old-fashioned stuffed suits who are unwilling to support not only an omega, but an unmated one at that.

To save his position and Stark Industries as a whole, Tony turns to the only alpha he trusts: his personal assistant-slash-intern, Peter Parker. Sure, Peter's younger, but he's mature, responsible, reliable--and behaves no differently when he finds out Tony's an omega.

Tony thinks everything's good to go--but Peter won't actually mate with him. Keeps making excuses, pushing it out further and further--

--Until Tony corners him, and Peter confesses.

"Mr. Stark, I'm not--I don't know how to be dominant, I've never...wanted to. What if I can't...what if I'm not a good enough alpha, you know, in bed?"

"Oh, Pete...you have no idea how perfect you are."

[spooderboyandtincan]

The 12(ish) Days of December

A/N: I intended to write a Hanukkah themed chapter, but unfortunately I suffered some burnout and I couldn’t really start it :(((((( I plan and hope to add on to this in the future, I just wanted to get it out here on time! Happy Holidays everyone!!

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I

“Che palle!” May cried as she and Peter stepped out of the elevator. “Tony, what the hell is that?!”

“It’s a giant teddy bear,” Tony called back from the kitchen. “It’s for you, Pete!”

“Me?” Peter gasped, his face lighting up. He charged toward the ten-foot teddy bear and tackled it. The giant brown bear teetered slightly with his weight but didn’t tip over. “He’s so soft!”

Tony came out of the kitchen with a wide grin on his face. He wiped his flour-coated hands on his pants and tried to give Peter a hug without pushing him off the bear,

“He’s so beautiful!” Peter giggled, wrapping his arms around the bear’s neck. “And huge!” 

Tony nodded in a proud, self-satisfied sort of way. Besides being delighted that the boy clearly adored his gift, he now had proof that this was obviously how one should react when presented with a ten-foot-tall stuffed animal. He'd have to take a picture and send it to Pepper.

May tossed her purse on the floor and shook her head at Tony. “As long as you can find a place for it, I’m not complaining,” she chuckled.

“I’ll rent a storage unit somewhere,” Tony supplied, taking a sip of coffee from his Iron Man shaped mug. Tony treasured that mug, which had been gifted to him by Peter several months ago. He never brought it in the lab for fear that Dum-E or U would break it, and he kept it in the cabinet next to his “1# IronDad” mug (also a precious gift from his kid).

He looked back to Peter, who had wrapped his arms around the bear, which was tilting dangerously. “Be careful, kiddo,” he said, biting his lip. But the moment the words got out of his mouth, Peter and the gigantic teddy bear started to topple to the ground.

“Shit-!” he began, darting forward, only to be met by Peter’s giggles.

“Nooo. Leave me. ‘M comfy.” He rolled onto the bear’s big belly and sprawled across it. “This’s perfect,” he hummed, closing his eyes. 

Tony and May shared a slightly exasperated yet fond glance. Tony flopped down next to Peter, tucking a curl behind his ear. “Now that I think about it, spider-baby,” he mused, “I’ve got something else for ya.”

Peter perked up and opened his eyes. “What?” 

Tony gave him a large grin and ran a hand through his curls. “C’mere.” He wrapped an arm around his shoulders and led Peter to his room.

May sighed. “I swear to god, Tony, if you’re giving him an Audi….” she muttered. 

“I’m not!” the man insisted. Peter rolled his eyes and sat down on his bead. 

Tony put a warm palm over his eyes. “Close your eyes, bud.” 

Peter tried to keep his eyes closed as Tony ran to his own room, tearing through what sounded like wrapping paper and knocking boxes over with no absence of cursing. 

Moments later, a small, leather 4x4 inch box was placed on his open palm. He opened his eyes and looked first at the box, then at up Tony, who smiled. May shrugged and gestured to open it. 

Inside the box rested a thin, slender watch with a smooth black strap. The face of the watch was rectangular, and when Peter pushed the button on the side it lit up, displaying the time above what looked like a mini arc reactor. It resembled the StarkWatch he was wearing that very moment, except it looked more high-tech.

“A new StarkWatch, specially customized for you, by yours truly,” Tony said. “Your old one looked pretty busted, even though they’re supposed to be indestructible.” Peter snickered at Tony’s gentle jab. “And it’s got a few minor upgrades. You can set the lock screen, for one. And it should be trackable from anywhere in the universe, and I mean everywhere. And you can call me, or May, or Ned or Rhodey or whoever from the top of Mount Everest or the bottom of the Mariana Trench.”

“Wow,” Peter whispered, tracing the sides of the watch before strapping it onto his wrist. “Thank you, Mister Stark! I love it! It’s so cool!” 

“What happened to ‘Tony?���” he grumbled playfully, giving his spider-baby a kiss on his head. “I’m glad you like it, buddy. It’s basically the same stuff as your old one, just better.” 

Then, to both Peter and May’s surprise, Tony bent down and grabbed a colorful red bag covered in golden glitter. Peter laughed.

“Tony, it’s only the ninth!” May snorted, her eyebrows raised past her hairline.

“That’s because we’ll need these before Christmas,” Tony said wisely. He handed Peter a soft package wrapped in green tissue paper and watched him tear the packaging in half.

“It’s so ugly!” he cried, holding up a garish green sweater. There was a plastic red ball attached to the big reindeer's nose and tiny bells were tied onto the reindeer’s harness. Little snowflakes were patterned all over, and Peter couldn’t help but laugh. “I love it, Tony!” Peter pulled the sweater on and was delighted to find that the fabric was incredibly soft, instead of the unbearably itchy sweaters he had owned in the past. “It’s perfect!”

Tony laughed fondly at his already thrilled kid. “If you think it’s good now, wait till you see this. FRI, lights off,” he ordered.  

Peter felt Tony fumble with something on his shoulder, and suddenly the sweater lit up. The reindeer’s nose lit up bright red, the snowflakes began to glow, and, as cliché as it might have sounded, the bells gave a merry jingle as Peter laughed.

“I love it!” He tackled Tony with a hug, relaxing slightly in the man’s arms. 

“Good,” Tony chuckled, “‘Cause I’ve got about three more for you and your aunt each.”

II

“Tony, where’re we going?” Peter whined, his breath fogging the window. “Tell meeee!”

“My lips are sealed,” Tony said, pretending to zip his lips shut and throw away the key. “We’re almost there, Rudolph, don’t worry.”

“Rudolph?!” Peter snorted.

Tony reached over the console to ruffle his hair. “I thought you might want a Christmas nickname,” he explained. “Plus, y’know, you already had a nickname available that only required a bit of simple reconstruction, Roo.”

Peter shook his head. “Just tell meeee!”

“No. Never.”

“Pleeease?”

“I physically can’t, buddy.”

“Tell me! Tellmetellmetellme pleeeeeeeeease?”

“Will… to keep secrets… decreasing,” Tony said robotically. “Fine. We’re going ice-skating, Petey-Pie.”

Peter gasped, his big chocolate eyes going wide. “Really?!” 

Tony grinned and glanced over to his kid. “Really.” He wished he could stop the car and give his sweet boy a hug. 

“But…” Peter bit his lip. “I don’t really know how. I mean, I went ice skating with Ned a few years ago but we mostly fell over and bruised our butts.”

Tony chuckled fondly. “That’s okay kiddie, I’ll show you the arts. Rhodey and I went when we were in college, and man, we had a blast laughing at each other. Oh- we’re here!”

“Tony, I don’t have any skates!” Peter realized as they hopped out of the car. 

“I already got you some, Pete, don’t worry,” Tony assured him. He opened the trunk of the car. “And I brought you an extra hat, a coat, a scarf, some better gloves, extra socks and a pair of snow pants.” 

“Tony,” Peter began, leaning into the hug the man offered him all the same. He grumbled and rolled his eyes but let Tony wrap a scarf around his neck and trade his thin woolen gloves out for much warmer, thicker ones. Peter had to admit he felt a lot warmer. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Thanks, Pete. M’kay, I’ve got these fancy red and blue skates for you and red and gold for me.” 

“And I’m sure the color choices were random?” Peter asked sarcastically. “Wait- these have the Spider-Man logo on them! Mr. Stark, are there Spider-Man ice-skates?!”

Tony bent to kiss his forehead. “There are, Pete. Pretty cool, huh?”

“So cool! I love ‘em, thank you, Tony!” He held up the skates to admire them. “They’re great!”

“No problem, buddy. It was my pleasure.”

Peter flopped down in the snow and pulled on his skates. He looked up to admire the tall oak and pine trees swaying gently with the wind, the last leaves of fall scattering along the icy roads. A pair of snowflakes drifted down to his coat, and Peter felt a sort of peace flow through him.

“Petey? Are you comin’?” Tony called, skating back and forth along the edge of the pond. Peter knotted the laces of his skates tightly and struggled to his feet.

“I’m trying!” he yelled, staggering forward. He leaned over the ice and felt a bit dizzy. It was about a foot down to the actual ice, and Peter knew without a doubt that he would slip if he tried to get down. “I dunno, um….”

“I gotcha, Petey, don’t worry.” Tony held out his arms and gave him a reassuring smile. Hesitantly, Peter lowered stepped onto the frozen pond, grabbing Tony’s arm and clinging to him as he got both feet on the ice. 

“Good job, Roo!” the man praised, lifting him up by the armpits so he was standing up a bit straighter. He couldn’t help but compare Peter to a fawn who just stood up for the very first time, and the boy’s big bambi eyes weren’t helping his case. “Getting on the ice is the hardest part. I’ve landed on my ass more times than I can count.” Tony frowned at himself. “Sorry I said ‘ass,’ don’t repeat that.”

Peter snorted. His skates slipped and he felt Tony’s arms tighten around him. “Whoa there, buddy. I gotcha.” He tucked a loose curl behind the teen’s ear and kissed his cheek, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

“‘M’kay, you ready, Pete?” 

“Heck yeah!” 

Tony grinned. “Okay, first, you said ‘heck yeah’ instead of ‘hell yeah’ and that’s adorable,” he teased, chuckling at Peter’s eye roll. “Second: let’s wreck this rink!”

Though of course, they ended up making more of a wreck of themselves rather than the rink.

The very second Peter slid his foot forward, he found himself spontaneously falling backwards. Luckily, Tony caught him easily and gently pulled him back up. 

“I meant to do that,” he huffed, his small hands scrabbling at Tony’s coat. “It was- completely- intentional.” 

“Of course it was, Roo, I know that,” he said with a raise of his eyebrows. “No one has the grace and agility you do.”

“I am graceful, Tony! How dare you?!” Peter grumbled. 

Tony might have made a quip about the arms wrapped tightly around his waist for support, but he decided his poor kid had suffered enough. Despite bumping into every table or chair in his path, Peter was surprisingly graceful, especially when he swung with ease through the air on a thin stand of webbing. “You are graceful, buddy, I promise,” he admitted. “You wanna give it another try?”

Peter stuck his tongue out at him, adjusted his hat, and gingerly took a step forward. Tony tensed, ready to lunge forward and catch him if the boy slipped, but found himself letting a quiet cheer. “Nice job, Pete!”

Peter beamed at him, his legs spread far apart and his arms extended for balance. He tipped backwards and Tony started to jump forward, but Peter flailed his arms around and regained his balance.

“I think you’re getting the hang of it, kiddo!” Tony called as Peter made his way to the opposite side of the pond. He winced suddenly, protectiveness flooding through him at his retreating figure. “Be careful! Wait for me!”

He caught up to Peter easily and zipped in front of him, catching him by the shoulders. “You’re doing great, baby!” 

“Thanks,” he giggled, looking down at his shoes. He wiped his red nose with the back of his hand and sniffled. “‘S fun!”

Tony smiled and adjusted Peter’s scarf. “Glad to hear it.”

“Tony?” he asked. “Can you do a figure eight?”

The man paused to consider this, clicking his tongue. “Only one way to find out!” he decided. 

Peter watched excitedly as he skated out to the middle of the pond, looking practically weightless. Tony took a deep breath, prayed he didn’t break any bones, then pushed off. He zoomed around the pond in a perfect figure eight, only faltering for a brief moment, and traced over it twice before he skidded back to Peter. “Ta-da!”

Peter applauded, clearly very impressed. Tony bowed exaggeratedly and pretended to be embarrassed. 

“D’you think I should try?” Peter asked. 

Tony smiled fondly. “Only if you want to. I know you’d nail it though.”

And he did. Peter skated carefully to the edge of the pond and performed the figure eight beautifully, spinning in circles and laughing when he got a bit too dizzy.

Tony skated up to him, his eyes huge. “Jesus, Petey, that was fantastic!” He pulled the embarrassed teen to his chest and wished, not for the first time, that Peter wasn’t wearing a hat so he could kiss the top of his head. He settled for Peter’s cheek instead. “Wow, baby, that was amazing! Wait- I gotta sign you up for the Olympics. Where’s my phone- oh, I got it.” He pulled his phone from his coat.

“Tony, nooooo!” Peter protested.

“Tony yes. You’re too talented.”

“It was just a figure eight!” he giggled. “And you did one too so you hafta sign yourself up.” Peter looked up to the gray sky and shivered as the brisk winds tore at his heavy coat and scarf. He leaned even closer to Tony.

“You cold, baby?” Tony rubbed his back gently, hoping to generate some warmth. “Wanna go back home? We can come back here anytime you want.”

Peter sighed a bit sadly, but he had to admit he was freezing. He and Tony skated back to the car quickly. Snowflakes began to fall rapidly down as gusts of wind tried to upset their balance. Tony helped Peter onto the bank and they hurriedly yanked off their ice skates.

They found refuge in the car only when Tony turned the heater up full blast and  leaned over the console to pull Peter into his arms. Peter’s shivers that had been worrying him far more than Tony had been willing to say eventually died off and together they watched what was now practically a blizzard raging outside.

“Just in time,” Tony mumbled into Peter’s curls. “Feel any better, baby?”

He grew worried when he received no response and pulled back. Peter’s eyes were shut and his breathing slow, though he made a small whimpering noise in the back of his throat when Tony pulled away. Tony smiled, a tender, loving light in his eyes and pulled Peter back into his arms, cradling his kid against his chest and rubbing his back soothingly. “‘M here. ‘M here, baby, don’t worry,” he cooed, planting a kiss on his forehead. 

Peter curls tickled his cheek, his warm breath heating the skin of Tony’s neck. The console between him and his kid was uncomfortable and hard against his side, but he wouldn’t have moved for the world. Tony held Peter tightly and closed his eyes.

Maybe they could stay there a little while as they waited for the blizzard to pass.

III

Tony had been brewing a hot cup of coffee in the kitchen when a disheveled, sniffling, sleepy Peter face-planted into his back.

“Whoa, bud!” Tony spun around and caught the boy under the armpits. “Hey, hey. Are you okay?” He tilted Peter’s chin back and found that his nose was bright red, his eyes were half-lidded, and his bedhead was a lot worse (though still absolutely adorable) than it usually was.

“‘M fine,” Peter sniffled, leaning heavily against his chest. “Missed you.”

“Oh, baby,” Tony murmured, wrapping his arms around the small teen, “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, okay?” He gave his definitely-not-sick spider-baby a smooch on his temple. “You’re pretty warm,” he noted with a hint of worry in his voice. He pressed the back of his hand to the teen’s forehead. “Do you wanna lie down, kiddo?”

Peter shook his head weakly. “Wan’ you.”

Tony’s heart melted and he turned into a pile of mush. In this tired, sick, achy state Peter was clingier than ever, and all he wanted was him. He wanted Tony. He kissed Peter’s temple. “I’m gonna stay right here, Petey, don’t worry,” he assured his kid. “I promise.” 

Tony held Peter with one arm while he rummaged through the kitchen cabinets with the other. “FRI? What’s up with the spider-baby?”

“Peter is exhibiting symptoms of a common cold, such as coughing, sneezing, a runny nose, and a fever,” the AI replied. Tony felt a pang of worry and empathy in his heart. 

“Okay. I’ve got your pain meds,” he announced in a whisper. “Do you want water or OJ?”

Peter decided on the latter, not bothering to raise his head but simply mumbling “juice” into the man’s chest. Tony hummed in agreement and attempted to pour a glass for himself one-handedly (most of the juice ended up on the counter, but holding his sick kid was far more important than pouring orange juice).

He led the boy to the couch, a steadying hand around his shoulders. Peter snuggled against him, coughing and sniffling. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand and shivered.

Tony placed two white pills into palm. Peter took a hesitant sip of his drink and gulped down the pills. Tony tucked an errant curl behind his ear and placed a kiss one his temple. 

With Peter still in his hold, he strained to reach the weighted electric blanket that had fallen behind the couch. With a painful crack from his twisted back, he finally managed to get his fingers around the feather-soft blanket and settled back on the couch with a triumphant grunt.

He wrapped the electric blanket tightly around them both. Peter’s shivering caused a surge of fierce protection to run through his veins, and Tony hugged him to his chest, pressing a kiss to his soft, though slightly sweaty curls. He glared at the dark corners of the room, as if somehow the very cold that was making his child suffer so much would leap from the shadows.  

Peter found comfort in the vibrations of Tony’s chest and the beat of his heart. The calloused fingers running through his hair and the occasional kiss against his temple soothed him beyond measure, and without ever realizing it, Peter started to drift off. Compared to when he had woken up, soaked with sweat, wheezing and sniffling and rather nauseous, he felt so much better in his father-figure’s embrace.

Dimly, he noticed that Tony was talking to him. He thought he recognized the words coming out of his mouth, and he realized suddenly that Tony was reading Mr. Willowby’s Christmas Tree to him. That book had been Peter’s favorite when he was a small toddler, and hearing the familiar words aloud brought a big burst of happiness to his chest. 

Peter let his eyes slip shut for a second. The headache that had been pounding in his head was completely gone and in Tony’s arms, he felt incredibly warm and cozy and happy. 

When his eyes opened again, he determined that Tony had finished reading the book. If he had had enough energy, he would have asked him to read another. But much to his delight, he realized Tony had already picked up another book.

And just before his eyes fluttered shut, he heard Tony’s gentle voice speaking, full of love. “I love you, Petey.”

I love you too.

IV

“Mmm, Tony, the spaghetti was fantastic!” May exclaimed as she loaded her plate into the dishwasher. “I need that recipe, it’s just too good!” 

Tony looked at Peter out of the corner of his eyes. The boy shook his head frantically and drew a finger across his throat. Tony snickered. “Thank you, May, I’m glad to hear that,” he said.

To be completely truthful, he felt like throwing up. During the dinner, Peter had chatted enough to distract him, but now his emotions were left to himself, and Tony had barely been swallowed by them. He stuffed the last plate in the dishwasher and took a few long, deep breaths. He massaged his forehead and blinked, sitting down heavily on the couch.

Tony’s heart was beating out of his chest. He looked up to the boy, who was texting someone- probably Ned, completely oblivious. “Pete?” he began shakily. “Do you think we could talk for a second?” He and May shared a glance. She realized immediately what he was about to do and gave him an encouraging smile and a thumbs up. 

“Yeah!” Peter vaulted onto the couch with a laugh. His grin faded when he saw how worried, how scared the man looked. Alarm kindled in his chest. “What’s wrong, Mr. Stark?”

Tony couldn’t bring himself to laugh at the cookie crumbs in the corners of his mouth or the way his hair frizzed everywhere as he pulled his Santa hat off. He swallowed and took a deep breath.

“Um-” Tony had to clear his throat. He reached down and grabbed a briefcase leaning against the couch that Peter hadn’t noticed before. “Uh,” he tried. He pulled two papers out of the briefcase and stared at them for a long while. “Do you think that you could give these a read, kiddo?”

Peter nodded silently and took them. He looked up at Tony, his head tilted in confusion.

He looked to the papers. His eyes widened in disbelief. “W-what? I-” He turned the papers over as if there would be a sticky note saying “IT'S A PRANK!” on the back. “What? W-what? I-I don’t-” Peter shook his head. 

He couldn’t stop looking at those cream-colored papers. 

Child: Peter Benjamin Parker

Adopting Parent(s): Anthony Edward Stark 

The rest of the paper was blank, except for Tony’s signature at the bottom. 

“Am I asleep? This-this is a dream, right?” Peter's eyes were filling with tears but he didn’t bother to wipe them away.

“It’s not a dream, sweetheart,” May said gently. “It’s real.” She squeezed his knee, hoping to ground him.

“Really?” He opened his mouth but couldn’t seem to form words. He gaped like a fish, reading the adoption papers over and over again. “You-you wanna adopt me?” he finally managed to squeak out.

Tony finally gathered the courage to look at his kid. “Yeah, baby. But only if you want to, okay? Nothing would change, though. We’d- just be making it official. Everything would be the same except-” He throat closed, and suddenly he couldn’t speak. 

Except Peter would be his official son- legally, on paper. And Tony would be his official dad. (There was no way Tony wasn’t already his dad.)

“What are you thinking, baby?” he murmured, instinctively tucking a curl behind Peter’s ear with shaky hands. 

Tony’s gentle touch was enough to break the dam of emotions that had been holding back. Peter sniffled, then burst into tears and practically jumped into his dad’s arms. 

Tony hugged him tightly, rubbing a hand up and down his back and pressing long kisses to his temple. Peter blubbered into his chest, happy tears soaking Tony’s sweater. May wrapped her arms around the two and squeezed them both tightly.

Tony felt tears prickle in his own eyes and he dropped his forehead to Peter’s curls. “Is that a yes?” he finally managed to say.

Peter giggled wetly and nodded frantically against his chest. 

A grin as wide as a dinner plate crossed Tony’s face. He realized suddenly that tears were streaming down his cheeks, but he didn’t wipe them away. He kissed the top of Peter's head and squeezed him tighter. 

May pressed a quick kiss on Peter’s cheek and stood up. “I’ll be back in a bit,” she said, sensing that the father and son might want a moment alone. 

Tony rocked his kid back and forth, rubbing his back and pressing kiss after kiss to his cheek. “I love you,” he murmured into his chestnut curls. “I love you.” IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.

“Love you,” Peter babbled. “I love you too. I love you.”

He held Peter at an arm’s length, still grinning. Then he pulled his kid back to him again and kissed his cheek, wiping away his tears with the pad of his thumb. “I love you.”

Peter sniffled, wiping his nose with his sweater. He wrapped his arms around Tony’s neck and curled around him like a koala. He leaned heavily against his dad’s chest, his breathing beginning to even out. Tony’s chest vibrated with every “I love you so much, Petey” and his ceaseless murmurs of love and comfort.    

“Love you, Dad,” he said sleepily, his eyelids drooping. 

A lump formed in Tony’s throat that he couldn’t seem to swallow past. Tears started to trickle down his cheeks. “Petey-” he murmured, his voice hoarse. “I love you so much. So damn much, okay?” He ran his hand up and down the boy’s back, kissing his temple and trying to blink his happy tears away. 

Tony felt himself slowly drifting asleep. He blinked, and then his cheek was resting on his kid’s curls. His eyes closed again, and suddenly May was there, draping a blanket over them. He tried to tell her to get Peter’s special heated blanket, because his poor kid couldn’t thermoregulate and absolutely hated the cold. Then he realized that she had already tucked it around the boy and sighed in relief, finally letting himself relax.

May settled on the opposite side of Peter and wrapped an arm around him. Within minutes she was snoring quietly, but Tony was too tired to notice. A wave of joy and peace and love washed over him, and his eyes slipped shut.

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Hello! How would it play out (in the same timeline as your three part story) if Tony had to eat Peter again, but this time, had to act like it was dangerous in order to protect him?

Oh what an angsty idea!  Thank you for this!  The greatest struggle of a vore writer is figuring out “when the heck would they even need to do that?” but I think I have a decent explanation, hopefully this is what you meant.

Naturally this is still safe vore, but as the ask says, there’s a lot of talk about unsafe vore, as well as an evil character threatening it, so if you’re very squeamish about that, take care.  As always, not St*rker

Tony’s head ached. That was the first thing he registered. The second thing was that he was lying on a cold concrete floor, surrounded by concrete walls and a concrete ceiling, a cell of some kind. The third was that he was alone.

He couldn’t remember what had happened or how he’d gotten here, but he knew he’d been with Peter. At least he was fairly sure. Now Peter was nowhere to be seen. Tony flexed his stomach, just to check if he’d tucked him away without remembering it, but there was no Peter there either.

That could mean a number of things, and he told himself not to panic yet.  It was possible that his memory was wrong and Peter hadn’t actually been with him at all.  Or he could have escaped and might be planning a rescue. There was a good possibility that whoever had kidnapped them didn’t want them scheming together about how to escape, and was simply holding them separately, too.

Or Peter could be dead, but Tony instructed himself strictly not to go there.

He looked up quickly when the door opened, and his heart lurched. Two men, armed with guns, flanking a taller man with graying blond hair came into the room.  He recognized them.  It would be hard not to, after the narrow escape he and Peter had had before.

The blond man held a jar, with a tiny figure huddled inside.   They were still all the way across the room, but there was only one person it could be.

“Hello Stark,” said the man with the jar, and he came close, close enough for Tony to see Peter, who had scrambled up and pressed against the glass like he could force his way through. “I believe I have something of yours.”

He had to be careful now. Show too much attachment, and they would surely use Peter against him even more. Show too little, and they might decide he was useless to their cause and get rid of him. Tony said nothing, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Peter’s scared face.

“Don’t worry, I’ve seen the boy with you before. I know you work together.”

“We do,” Tony agreed. They could have that for free; it was no great secret anyway.

“I’m sure you remember when you escaped from us last month?”

Tony certainly did. They’d used a shrink ray on Peter then, too, and Tony had been so desperate not to allow him to be captured like that that he’d swallowed the kid whole. And now he had been captured like that anyway, just as Tony had feared.

“You’re lucky you got off so easily,” he said, forcing himself to look up from Peter. “People who try to kidnap me have a history of getting much worse.”

“I’m sure.” The blond man laughed. “But surely you won’t blow us up when I have this?” He gave the jar in his hand a little shake, and Peter lost his footing and stumbled.

“Ideally, no.” Tony watched Peter again, so tiny and vulnerable, and out of his reach. The kid had made it clear he had not enjoyed being eaten, despite knowing he was safe, but Tony wondered if he might want to be hidden now. Tony himself certainly did. “What’s the idea with having him so small,” he asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“I thought this little intern could serve as a visual aid,” said the man. “You see, there you are. Tony Stark, Iron Man, top of the world, and people like me—we look like this to you, don’t we?”

Tony knew to let him have his monologue, watching Peter in the jar he held up, trying to think.

“You eat up dreams, you eat up lives, and they’re nothing to you. Why should they be, when you’re the man at the top? One might say you’re top of the food chain.”

Under different circumstances, Tony would definitely have laughed at that choice of imagery, but when the person talking about eating people was a possibly-unhinged stranger holding a tiny Peter, dread settled into his heart.

“People like me, we’re just like him to you, aren’t we?” The man gave the jar another little shake. “Bite size.”

Tony stopped breathing.

“I’d certainly love to take the illustration one step further.”

He started to unscrew the jar, and Peter scrambled against the side.

“No!” Tony started forward—the only thing keeping him in place before had been he unspoken threat of harm to Peter if he moved, but now—

“Come any closer and I drop him.”

There it was. Tony froze.

“As I was saying...” the man tipped the opening of the jar over his hand, and Peter only just managed to stay inside.

“I get your point.” Tony clenched his hands at his sides to keep them from shaking. “No visual aid needed.”

“Just to be sure.” The man tried to get Peter out of the jar again.

“Stop!”

“Hmm.” Mercifully, the jar was turned upright again and the lid screwed back on. Peter curled up at the bottom, arms wrapped around his head like he could shield himself. “I’d hate for such a perfect snack to go to waste. Maybe you could help me prove my point instead.”

“I-“

“Catch.”

Tony reacted just in time to catch the jar and its tiny occupant, his heart nearly beating out of his chest. He withdrew against the wall, holding the glass with shaking hands.

“It’s me or you, Stark.”

Did he mean... Tony couldn’t believe their good fortune, but he made himself look horrified anyway.

“You would be more fitting, but I’d be happy to assist if for some reason you’re not willing.”

“What the hell do you think I am,” he snarled, practically vibrating with the need to do exactly what was asked of him.

“It’s nothing you haven’t done before. Just more literal this time.”

“Absolutely not.”

“I’ll take him back, then.”

“No!” Tony clutched the jar to his chest, flinching when one of the other men pointed a gun at his head.

“I don’t think I made myself clear,” said the blond man. “You have three options. Eat the boy, give him to me, or die, and then I can eat him anyway.”

Tony was still. He had never wanted to swallow anyone more than he did right now, but he had a role to play. He was conflicted, after all, he was scared, there was no good option (ha!) and he needed to sell this more than he’d ever sold anything in his life, and he’d sold a lot of things. He looked at Peter in the jar and his scared face, and could only hope the kid was just playing along, too.

“Well?”

“He’s just a kid. Whatever you have against me, he’s got nothing to do with it.”

“That doesn’t sound like one of the choices I gave you.”

Tony made a great show of swallowing hard. “I can’t...”

“Then I’ll do it,” said the blond man, almost cheerfully, and now Tony really did feel sick. “Say your goodbyes.” He chuckled. “I doubt you’ll be one to mourn him for long.”

Peter’s mouth moved, saying what Tony guessed to be “Mr. Stark?”

“Wait.” He wrapped his hands around the jar as fully as possible. “Wait, I- he stays with me.”

“I’m sure you’ll be a very great comfort while you’re killing him.”

Tony said nothing. He wanted to get Peter out of the jar and gulp him down immediately, safe from anyone who wanted to hurt him, but the version of himself he was playing at the moment wouldn’t do that. He did tip Peter carefully out of the jar (he went readily) and hold him securely in his hands instead.

“You’re going to swallow him alive,” said the man. “More fun that way. If you try to put him out of his misery first, my man will shoot.”

If this was different...Tony tried not to think about that. Peter would be safe, so there was no need to think about what he’d do if he wasn’t.

“Don’t make me do this.” Please, please, hurry up and ‘make’ me do this.

“If you waste another ten seconds, he’ll be mine.”

“Kid…”

Peter was shaking in his hands. Surely he knew. He’d done this before, he had to know. Tony prayed his terrified expression was just him playing his own role. Playing it very well, too.

“Ten,” said the man, starting to count down.

“Mr. Stark?”

What would he say? What would he ever say, if this was real? Peter was staring at him, holding on tightly to his finger, his little chest heaving. (Please be acting, please be acting, please be acting.) Then he burst into tears. Tony’s heart sank.

...

Tony was a good actor. At least Peter hoped he was. Otherwise, he was so screwed.

It wasn’t hard to play along. Peter felt too small and helpless anyway, and he’d just had a complete stranger threaten to eat him multiple times. Unless there was something he didn’t know, he was about to be safe, but he was also about to be eaten anyway, and a little reassurance that the two weren’t mutually exclusive would be nice.

Experience told him he’d be fine. (Experience telling him he’d survive getting eaten, who’d have imagined it?) He’d done this before, after all, and been completely fine. He would have liked to hear it from Tony’s mouth himself, but surely, surely he’d be fine.

“Ten.” The blond man started counting down to when he’d take Peter away and then he wouldn’t be fine, and Tony just looked at him.

“Mr. Stark?”

Peter didn’t know what he wanted, besides Tony in general. He certainly didn’t want to be eaten by him, safe or not, but he definitely didn’t want the other man to get him, and he just—just—just started to cry, apparently. Great.

Tony smoothed his hair with the lightest fingertip, and that was good, that was nice, and then the blond man reached the end of his countdown and Peter shrieked as the world swooped and he was shut quickly inside Tony’s mouth.

That was gross. He’d forgotten how gross it was. It was even grosser when Tony’s tongue (dear God, he’d forgotten about that, too) moved under him, nudging gently at his chest, and maybe it was supposed to calm him down, but he just tried to hold it off. Tony thankfully got the hint and stopped.

Outside, they were demanding Tony swallow him, or they would shoot. His breath whooshed in the back of his throat, sometimes catching like he was going to cry, and he really was great at this acting stuff. Hopefully. Ninety-five percent certain. Maybe ninety.

Peter guessed he’d find out soon enough. At any rate, it was probably polite to make sure he went down (he shuddered) as easily as possible. He uncurled himself and stretched out, with his legs pointing toward Tony’s throat, and waited with his heart pounding fit to burst.

It happened all in a flash. He was squeezed against the roof of Tony’s mouth, a muscular ripple rolled over him, and his heart dropped into his toes. He twitched once, starting to fight, but he forced himself still again. It was Tony, and he was eighty-five percent sure that meant it was okay. And struggling wouldn’t save him anyway.

Everything around him lurched when Tony coughed, probably only slightly, but it was a massive sound to Peter. Before he had time to wonder if he’d hurt him somehow, an especially tight ring of muscle rolled over him and he tumbled into Tony’s stomach.

He’d forgotten just how gross this was, too, how slimy. He scrambled, completely disoriented in the pitch darkness and the slippery slime and the soft, yielding walls, fighting panic. (It was Tony, it was Tony, he was supposed to be safe here. Hopefully.)

“No!” Tony cried out, and Peter was thrown to the side with a sickening squelch. “No, you can’t!”

“Mr. Stark!”

He was struggling with someone, pleading with them, what were they doing to him? Peter was helpless.

Whatever was going on ended quickly, for better or for worse, and Peter tried to get his bearings again. Tony was coughing like he was going to throw up, but Peter stayed put. He hoped that was by design. Still, it sounded pretty painful, and he ventured to touch the wall of the stomach and just… pet it lightly. He couldn’t explain it, but it seemed like the thing to do.

“Are you okay?” he asked as soon as it was done.

Tony didn’t answer, probably still being watched.

“Mr. Stark? Cough once if you’re okay.”

Tony coughed, very deliberately, and Peter breathed again.

“I’m like, mostly sure, but I’m okay, too, right?”

Tony coughed again.

“Okay. That’s- that’s good.” Peter leaned against him. “I thought so, but I wanted to make sure, cause, you know.” 

He shivered a little. If this was different... well, it wasn’t.  Peter tried to put the thought out of his mind. He was safe. Tony wasn’t going to kill him, or have to know that was going on and be powerless to stop it, and-- Peter squished himself against the wall. It was Tony, and he was keeping him safe.

It felt strangely familiar. Tony’s heartbeat, his breathing, the warm softness that almost seemed to cradle him, slimy and disgusting as it was. Peter found himself relaxing slowly. It was scary to be this small, and it was nice to be held by someone he could trust, even in such a weird way.

Just like the first time he’d been here, it was almost nice, once he got over the fact that he’d been eaten alive. Everything around him was Tony, and in addition to being just… really weirdly awesome, it was a very safe feeling, being kept securely inside his mentor like this. He was also very much trapped here until Tony chose to release him, but that added to the feeling of safety too.

He smiled. No way was blond guy getting him now.

…

Peter knew. Thank God, he knew he was safe.

Tony curled up on his side, difficult now that they had tied his arms behind his back, but he was harder to observe this way. They were probably going to leave him alone for a while now, to think on his guilt and…well. Best not to think about what this could be.

Peter snuggled up to him, quite safe, and so trusting, too. Tony curled around him, even though he was already around him anyway, and held perfectly still to feel his every tiny movement. After some time, Peter went very still and relaxed, and Tony suspected with no small amount of awe that he might be asleep.

He made a point of breathing more slowly so as not to disturb him. All the while, his mind raced with half-formed plans of how they might escape again.

Eventually, Peter stirred, and squirmed a bit. “Mr. Stark?”

“Right here,” he murmured, too quietly for anyone who might be spying on them to hear.

“Just making sure.”

They both jumped when War Machine crashed through the ceiling.

[twokinkybeans]

Seven Inches - Starker Tailor!AU

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Wrote this piece for the lovely bean Lien for a very unplanned fic exchanged that somehow blew itself into existence! <3 She needed a tailor!au in her life. Well, here ya go sweetie!

Summary: Peter's hands are a little shaky as he wraps the tape measure around Tony’s chest and huffs a frustrated breath when the tips of his fingers slip past his ribcage. “Kid, it’s okay. You can touch me,” Tony smirks, clearly amused at Peter’s awkward attempts to avoid touching him.

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Aside from being in college and keeping his neighborhood safe in the evening hours, Peter Parker works in May's Tailoring shop as a Tailor In Learning. One day, Tony Stark, Peter's all-time-favorite idol, sets foot in the shop. It doesn't take long for Peter to figure out Tony wants more than a suit.

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Seven Inches

Peter hums along with the soft beat of Señorita as he hits the ‘send’ button for yet another order. The man that had been here earlier had wanted a special jacquard wedding suit. Peter loves tailoring wedding suits. Loves it when his customers have specific requests. In the end, they opted for a black tropical print as that matches the man’s dark slicked-back hair perfectly. The print is going to look perfect on the jacquard fabric and he can’t wait to see the end result of this particular piece. He hopes the man will love it but he feels pretty sure about this one. He glances at the clock behind him and smiles. Two more hours to kill before he gets to go home and finally play that new video game with Ned. His best friend had been bragging about for weeks in a row now. It’s hard balancing working in May’s shop, attending lectures, and studying to pass his exams and on top of that also being Spider-Man at night. Ned understands that Peter doesn’t have a lot of time to spend with him, but whenever they do it’s definitely some high-end quality time. 

Peter looks up startled at the jingling noise indicating that another customer has walked into the shop. Peter looks up from his clipboard and a smile immediately finds its way onto his face. After years of working in May’s shop, it has become an automatic reaction. A Pavlov reaction to the bell. Peter grins at the thought. “Good afternoon, Sir, welcome to-” Peter’s voice catches in his throat when he sees that the man is no one other than Mr. Tony Stark. He gulps and mentally kicks himself for his reaction. “-welcome to May’s Tailoring, how may I help you?” Mr. Stark sends him his characteristically charming smirk and doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he eyes at Peter, causing the boy’s cheeks to flush. “You’re not May Parker, are you?” Peter is dumbfounded for a moment until he spots the man’s playful demeanor and laughter bubbles up in his throat. He shakes his head sheepishly and relaxes. “No, Sir. Peter. Peter Parker. I work here every now and then.” “How convenient. You’re her son?” “Nephew.” “Fair, fair-” Tony teases and walks up to the counter, still eyeing him. “We must’ve missed each other the other times I’ve been here, I-”

“You’ve been here?” Peter blurts only then realizing his mistake. “I-I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to pry, I just-” Peter cuts himself off before he makes this situation even worse. He always told himself he’d act cool if he would ever meet his idol. Well, so far for keeping it casual. Mr. Stark must get this all the time and Peter wishes he’d been able to contain himself instead of exposing his inner fangirl from the very first second. Tony waves it off nonchalantly. “Don’t stress it, kid. I’m flattered.” He clears his throat to break the slight tension. “I need a new suit, obviously. Do you take measurements too or are you only in here for sales?” “No, no I do. Aren’t your measurements in our system already, Mr. S-” “No.” Peter cocks an eyebrow at the man and the billionaire rolls his eyes. “Well, they are. However, I’m not exactly consistent in my health habits so,” he gestures at his own body. “-I want to make sure it actually fits.” “Of course. What are you looking for?” Peter opens the right tab in the computer’s system to fill our the information and have a quick check at the old numbers anyways. Any reference would only make his job easier. He can’t believe May never told him about this. She knows just how obsessed he is with the CEO of Stark Industries, or Iron Man. Both. The dark-haired man in front of him is both genius and hot. Peter looks up to him, only hoping to ever be that smart or handsome. He sighs quietly and a faint smile plays on his lips. This, this is exactly why his aunt kept it in the dark.

“Well, I have this stupid gala coming up and I’m looking for a royal blue lounge suit. Preferably with three buttons, single-breasted. The linen May used last time was perfect, is it still available?” Peter quickly scribbles down the man’s requests on the little notepad he keeps at the counter and then glances up at the screen to figure out what exact fabric the man’s talking about. “Oh, I’m afraid that one only comes in either burgundy, black, or a cloudy gray. We do have a very similar fabric that might come in blue, let me check, and-” “Burgundy.” “What?” “I’ll go with burgundy. I love that fabric and I don’t think I own any piece of clothing in that color yet.” “Are you sure, Mr. Stark? It really is no big deal to find something blue,” Peter tries, not wanting to make the man feel as if there are no options to choose from. Heck. The options are endless for a man so wealthy. Tony shakes his head adamantly.  “I want this one.”

Peter shrugs as he decides not to question nor judge the man’s impulsive choice and he picks up his pen to cross ‘royal blue’ and add ‘burgundy’ instead. He opens the top right drawer to take the tape measure - which of course isn’t there. Tony snorts at Peter’s displeased face. “You’re exactly like your aunt.” “She’s the only reason things are never where they’re supposed to be.” Peter sighs, his tone playful though. He loves his aunt, and there should be enough tape measures around the shop to make up for the one he can’t find right now. They’re scattered everywhere. “I should be able to find one… Here!” Peter grins triumphantly as he grabs one from the bottom shelf in the closet behind him.  “Let’s get to the back, Mr. Stark.” “Tony, call me Tony.”

Peter has to force himself to not stare at Mr. Stark’s gorgeous body in front of him. All the man is wearing now are the tight black boxers and it has Peter half-hard in his jeans. He can’t stop glancing sideways as he expertly takes the necessary measurements for the sleeves and shoulders of the lounge suit. Blushing every time his finger’s brush past Tony’s warm skin. He tries. He really tries to keep his hands from touching but completely dodging it is simply impossible with this job. He scribbles down the numbers on his little notepad and bites down his lips as he realizes the next step is the man’s chest. His waist. His hips and then, oh god, his thighs. Peter gulps as he steps towards Tony’s right side. He’s a professional. He’s done this countless times. Fuck, May trusts him to run the shop by himself, and here he is, thinking the most inappropriate thoughts about the richest man of the States. He has to get a grip on himself, but it sure doesn’t help that the man stars basically all of his dirty little fantasies. His hands are a little shaky as he wraps the tape around Tony’s chest and huffs a frustrated breath when the tips of his fingers slip past his ribcage. “Kid, it’s okay. You can touch me,” Tony smirks, clearly amused at Peter’s awkward attempts to avoid touching him. “Mr. Sta- Tony. I’m so sorry. I don’t usually get like, well, this-” his cheeks flush even more and he groans. He couldn’t even keep his mouth shut if his life would depend on it.  “Mmh-” Tony hums playfully. “-get on with it then.” Peter looks up at Tony’s face and the blatant flirtatious grin knocks the air out his lungs. Oh, God. This isn’t happening. He feels the little surge of arousal in his groin and licks his lips, casting his eyes down at hands. At the number that indicates the perimeter of Tony’s chest. Right. He’s taking measurements. The sooner he finishes this, the sooner he can forget about his embarrassing behavior.

“I’m just gonna…” his voice trails off and he bites down on his lip as he sinks down onto one knee at Tony’s side. Peter wraps the tape around Tony’s thigh shakily and he’s ashamed to admit he loves the strong, lean muscles underneath his touch. Tony shifts his weight, causing the muscles to tense, and Peter nearly gasps. “Boy, you alright down there?” “Yes, yes Sir. I-” “Tell me, kid. How old are you?” Peter’s head shoots up at that, searching the man’s face. He isn’t exactly certain why the man is asking him that. He has an idea, though, and the mere thought has his breath hitch in his throat. “I’m nineteen, Sir.” “Good to know. Now, finish up.” “Of course,” Peter rushes out and scribbles down the number. The stern order finally clearing his mind a little and his hands find back their usual rhythm. It doesn’t take long for him to finish. His eyes scan past the page quickly to see if there’s anything he’s missed, but nope, he’s all good like that, so he gets up from the floor, taking a step back.

“Alright, Tony, you can uh, dress again. I’ll see you at the counter to discuss the details.” “Sure thing, Peter.” The man doesn’t move though and Peter wonders what would happen if he’d drop to his knees again. Would Tony take the offer? He wants to ask. He’s so close to actually going for it. He can’t, though. He wouldn’t be able to stand the rejection. This is Tony fucking Stark, and he’s just some kid working in his aunt’s shop. Surely Tony must’ve had better offers. Without another word, he turns his back to Mr. Stark and makes his way to the counter to fill out the digital form to complete the order.

He almost asked the man to fuck him, and he’s not sure whether he’s relieved or disappointed that he didn’t. 

-

“May?” Peter squeaks and he groans at the way his voice betrays him. He hopes May will simply see it as his usual nervous babbling and won’t blink an eye. “Can I work this Thursday?” May looks up from her iPad and smirks, rolling her eyes at him. Peter blushes. She knows what he’s up to. “This is why I didn’t tell you, Pete.” “I know, I know!” He exclaims and sinks into the couch. “But now that I found out, surely you can’t deny me that little bit of pleasure?” May grins at him, shaking her head. “Fine, fine, I’ll take a day off. God, he’s sexy isn’t he?” His aunt wiggles her eyebrows at him. “May!” She laughs and Peter blushes. She found out just how deep his obsession with the billionaire ran one day a couple years ago when she walked in on him jerking off to one of his many posters. It’s hands down one of the most embarrassing moments of his entire life. She didn’t judge him for it, though, Peter is still very grateful about that. It also had been his coming-out to her, the first time he ever told anyone he’s gay. She simply gave him time to get dressed and then they talked about it for a bit. No matter how mortifying the start of the conversation had been, the moment definitely made him grow a stronger bond with her. She’s so much more than his aunt now. She’s his big sister. His friend. Maybe even his parent - something he still finds hard to wrap his head around but it’s the truth.

“Well, isn’t he? I don’t believe you didn’t watch at his abs.” “Hnnngh, I did actually.” “See?” “Fuck, he’s hot, May.” Peter groans, hugging a pillow into his chest. “Should I even help him again? Isn’t that like, against tailor-ethics?” “Oh you, don’t worry so much about it. Just don’t do anything stupid.” She pauses for a moment and Peter figures he shouldn’t tell her how he almost offered the man to fuck him right there and then. “No matter how cocky the man presents himself, he’s not like that at all.” “What do you mean?” “I can’t say I know him, but… I’d say deep down he’s genuinely a sweet man.”

Those are the words that echo in his mind when Tony walks into the shop that Thursday. Peter musters a smile onto his face and can’t help the tingly feeling from spreading through his chest when he sees Tony’s eyes light up as he spots Peter behind the counter. “Morning, kid!” “Good morning, Sir.” Peter beams, knowing he doesn’t have to address Tony like that. He wants to, though. It has a nice ring to it. “You’re too polite for your own good, kid,” Tony grunts, walking up to him. “-good to see you again though. I was hoping you would be here.” “You were?” “Yeah.” Tony sniffs and leans forward on the counter. Peter’s breath catches in his throat. The man’s face mere inches away. His eyes so daring and playful that Peter is almost dreading the next string of words. “You’re cute.” 

Peter’s cheeks burn up and he swallows, a sudden bold feeling overcoming him when he too leans on the counter and grins. “What exactly are you implying here, Mr. Stark?” The man grins at the question.  “I like boys like you, Peter. Young. Handsome. Cute.” Tony licks his lips and stands up straight again. “I’m no predator, though. I’ve laid out my cards, and I’m leaving the choice up to you.” Peter can’t believe what he’s hearing. Can’t believe how straightforward Tony is. Oh God, Mr. Stark thinks he’s handsome and cute. Fuckable.  “I-I-” he stutters, fingers digging into the counter, only to let go quickly. He doesn’t want to accidentally break the wood with his super strength. Tony doesn’t give him time to answer. “So, how’s my suit?”

Peter inhales sharply, trying to recompose himself. He’s at work. He should do his damned job. May wouldn’t forgive him if he didn’t.  “You can try it on in the back. There’s a large mirror directly on the right. Call me if you need me.” Peter picks the right suit from the rack behind him and hands it to Tony. Smiling innocently. Two can play a game. He knows the man has worn so many suits in his life that he would never actually need Peter’s help. He hopes Tony will pretend, though, pretend not to know how it works. Calling for Peter to rescue him. He sighs out loud, glancing at the doors. Peter isn’t usually very confident with things like these, but Tony is so clearly hitting on him that he wants their little game to continue. Please, please call out for me.

“Peter? I think I need some help.”

-

Ever since that day, Peter checks May’s work schedule obsessively. She notices but doesn’t really comment on it. She’s sweet like that. Peter knows Tony could drop in without an appointment as well, like last time. He tries to work as many shifts as he can with his college schedule. Just in case. Just in case the man will step in to demand yet another suit. Peter’s not gonna lie, he’s been watching the new interview with Mr. Stark where he actually wears the burgundy suit they had with him right before the gala. The color just fits so well with the man’s tanned skin and his dark hair. Watching him wear it makes Peter’s mind flash back to the teasing that occurred in the shop and he can’t help think of it as his suit. Peter’s.

Peter is actually splayed out on his bed now. He’s got half an hour to kill before he leaves to the shop again so he scrolls through Tony’s Instagram account, gawking over the beautiful pictures from the same night. He remembers his fingers brushing past the man’s skin. Remembers kneeling, feeling his strong thighs flexing underneath his touch. Most of all, he remembers the soft “Pretty boy,” the man had whispered, fingers dragging through his curls while Peter had checked how well the suit fits him.  It’s been three weeks. Three long weeks in which Peter has jerked off every single night just thinking about those words. Imagining how it’d feel to have the man pushed balls deep inside of him. His fingers swipe up on the phone screen and tap on his contact list, scrolling down until he sees Tony’s name appear on the screen. He knows it’s not exactly fair but he saved it in his phone from the information Tony gave them for the shop’s clientele system. Tony’s only one call away.  However, Peter can’t bring himself to follow through. He hates it. He hates how he doubts everything. He isn’t sure whether he just wants to fuck the man or go on a date with him. Perhaps both. Maybe nothing at all. He’s worried he only likes the man because he’s been idolizing him for years now. Because when he thinks about it, even in the store, they haven’t actually talked much. Some jokes here and there, some basic information he needed for the suit and the sexual innuendo from last time. That’s it.  But then, people fuck actual strangers. Peter at least knows who this is. That’s already a plus, right? Gosh, sleeping around has never been this difficult. Not that he’s done it often but it’d definitely been different.

He sighs, dragging his ass out of bed to leave for the shop. The longer he waits here the more he’ll start to doubt himself. At least work will distract him for a bit. With Valentine’s Day coming up there are more requests than usual and Peter loves keeping busy. He fastens the shoelaces tightly and smiles at himself in the mirror, readjusting the collar of his white button-up shirt.  “May, I’m off!” “Wait- Pete hold up!” May’s voice comes from the kitchen and he cocks an eyebrow as he waits for her to catch up with him. “I just got a phone call. Guess who?” Peter’s eyes widen. Either it’s Mrs. Cortes from the apartment beneath them or Mr. Stark. Seeing the shimmer in May’s eyes, it’s the latter. “No way!” “Yes, Peter. He asked for you, specifically. He’s coming in at two for a new suit.” Peter’s mind is spinning. He’s seeing his crush again. Tony Stark asked for him. “Peter, is there something going on that I should know about?” “No? I mean? I don’t know?” May raises her eyebrows at him and Peter groans. “I think he wants to fuck me?” “What?! Peter!” “I know! I don’t know!” He exclaims and adjusts the backpack sliding off his shoulder. “He’s been hinting at it?” “And you want him to, that’s why you’ve been working at the shop so much lately.” May groans and shakes her head. “Peter, I don’t even know what to say. Did something happen?” Peter shakes his head frantically, blushing. “Just… Flirting.” “Flirting. You’ve been flirting with our most important customer.” “He started it!” May huffs at his words and Peter knows he fucked up big time. “Look, May, I’m sorry-” “Peter. I don’t… I’m not angry with you. It’s just...” May sighs and Peter presses his lips together. “Mr. Stark is handsome. Sexy. I know that he’s your superhero and all that. He’s charming and sweet, but I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.”

What?

“You’re not going to fire me?” “No. I guess I’m not. I probably should, but, you’re old enough to decide who and who not to fuck. And I can’t blame you for wanting to ride his di-” “May!” Peter’s cheeks are glowing hot with embarrassment now. “What? I’ve been young too. You think I never did anything like that?” Peter squeezes his eyes shut to banish the intrusive images from his thoughts. He did not want to know that. “Just be careful. He’s more than twice your age. I want you to really think about this.” May sighs, shaking her head. “And please lock the door, I don’t need to lose customers to this.” Peter can’t believe what she’s saying. Is she really telling him to go for it?  “May, I don’t-” May simply grins at him and presses a kiss on Peter’s forehead.  “Have a good day at work, honey!”

It’s safe to say Peter anxiously waits for 2 pm to come around. He’s a wreck. Now that May knows about this it’s so real. So very real that he doesn’t know what to do with himself. It’s an easy day, only one appointment at 10 am for a simple black tux. The man bought one by himself but the sleeves were two inches too long. He promised the man it would be ready tomorrow and Peter was thanked for the quick service. Peter mindlessly worked on both sleeves and stored the jacket away carefully when he was done. May still needs to teach him a lot, but the sleeve work is something he can do himself. He stares at the clock. Ten more minutes. Ten more minutes until Mr. Stark will walk in here again. God. Peter is horny. And scared. What if it’d been nothing more than a silly game? But then, the man had told him he’d wait for Peter to make a move. That seemed to be a pretty serious offer. 

Right?

The door jingles and Peter jumps up startled, his head whipping around only to find the devil himself standing in the doorway. Peter gulps. He’s wearing the burgundy suit. Tony Stark is wearing his suit. “H-Hello, Mr. Stark,” he stammers. “You’re early.” “I arrived precisely when I meant to,” Tony joked, referring Lord Of The Rings, and Peter can’t help chuckling at that.  “Didn’t take you for such a nerd.” Peter snorts and visibly relaxes now that Tony is actually here. The man fake-gasps. “Did you just call me out on my fantastic taste in movies?” “I may have.” “Well, then you’re a nerd too. Knew that from day one though.” Tony jests. Peter raises an eyebrow at him and shakes his head slightly. “What gave it away?” “Are you aware that you wear batman vans to work?” Peter blushes and glances down at his feet. Dammit. He wears the pair so mindlessly that he hadn’t given it a second thought. Ever. Okay, he is a nerd. 

“So, how can I help you, Gandalf?” Tony snickers and shakes his head.  “Need a new suit.” “Something wrong with this one?” Peter waves at the burgundy one he’s wearing now. “No, I love it. I’ve got a little press conference coming up though, and well, I need to spend my money on something now don’t I? I was thinking a deep blue tweed suit. Do you two work with that?” “A tweed suit? I- Yes, we do.” Peter scribbles it down again and then searches for all the possible options in the system. “Alright for deep blue we have two options.” Peter turns the screen around so Tony can see. “The first one is woven using the herringbone structure. The color is slightly darker than… This one, woven using a twill structure. It might feel more sturdy but the color is lighter.” “Which one do you recommend?” “Depends. Herringbone is classier, twill more casual. Most people won’t see the difference...” “But you do.” “I do.”

It’s silent for a moment. Somehow, those words were spoken like a confession and they both feel it. Peter looks up at Tony and sends him a little smile before reaching for the tape measure that’s dangling from his neck this time.  “Peter,” Tony breathes, his nostrils flaring. “-is this you making your choice?” “Well, Mr. Stark…” Peter grins and walks to the entrance. The loud click when he turns the key is his answer. He turns the sign, stating that the shop is now closed. When he turns around again, he tilts his head slightly.  “Follow me.” Peter walks past Tony, not waiting for the man’s response. This is his chance. He knows the man wants him.

“Alright. If you would please undress yourself, Sir? I can take your measurements.” Tony raises his eyebrows at him. “You already have my-” “Wouldn’t want to risk your suit not fitting due to your fluctuating health habits now would we.” Peter teases, repeating the words Tony had spoken to him the first time. Tony licks his lips and moves his hands up to unbutton the burgundy jacket. Peter watches how Tony undresses himself slowly. He’s not even trying to be sexy about it. Quiet. Practical. Almost authoritative and Peter’s already hard again. When the man pushes the pants down, Peter’s pleased to see the man is hard too. And fuck, he’s… Well, big. “Get to it, boy.”  “Yes, Sir.” Peter rushes and he takes the tape between both his hands to work through the little measuring ritual. Just as he did the first time. As he always does. Starting with the wrists, lower arm length, upper arm length. This time he doesn’t try to minimize the contact with Tony’s skin. The opposite. He takes every chance he gets to trails his fingertips past the man’s body.  He deliberately steps in front of the man when he measures his chest. It’s unprofessional to stand in front of a customer instead of at the side, and yet that’s why it feels so exhilarating. He takes a step closer as he wraps the tape around the man’s hips, his hands lingering just above the hem of Tony’s underwear. He doesn’t cave in yet. Instead, he looks up at Tony who’s staring back at him, eyes full of lust. “I just need to measure your legs, Sir.” “Get on your knees, then.” Peter moans and obeys, slowly sinking down until his knees hit the floor. His face is just inches away from Tony’s crotch but he doesn’t break eye contact with the man towering over him. “That’s it,” Tony coos, his hand reaching out for Peter’s curls. The boy gasps when Tony grabs a handful and tugs slightly. “Such a pretty boy.”

The sparks that rush down Peter’s spine have him gasp. For the first time he realizes how this man will be a complete different fuck than than the handful he’s had. This man is older. Has a shit ton of experience. He’s impatiently patient. He’s going to make Peter work for it and the thought alone sets off another surge of desire coursing through his veins. His hands are sweaty and trembling as he brings them up to circle the tape around Tony’s strong thigh.  “You’re so strong, Mr. Stark.” “You like that?” “Mh-mh, I do.” “If you’re good for me and finish the measurements, I may just allow you to kiss them.” Peter whines at the blatant promise and his hands move down, mindlessly finishing up his measuring series. He can’t really concentrate on it. All he notices is how the grip in his hair changes, tugging more, making him tip his head to expose his neck. Pushing him down, making him bow. He’s a puppet, Tony controls his every single move. He’s never submitted to someone so easily and he’s never loved it as much as he does now.  “Peter, look at me.” Tony forces Peter’s head to tip back and he gasps, staring up with his big brown eyes. With his free hand, Tony pushes his boxers down and Peter nearly chokes at the sight of just how big he actually is. It’s a beautiful cock. Hard, fierce, massive. Peter wants to taste it. Wants to lap his tongue at the hot skin to taste the salty precum.  “Measure it.” “Wh-” “I’m not repeating myself.” Tony smirks and Peter shuffles closer. Bringing his hands up carefully. He whimpers when his fingers touch the cock as he presses the tape against both the base and the tip. “Tell me how big it is, Peter.” Peter moans as he looks at the number. Oh god, that’s bigger than average for sure. “S-Seven inches, Sir.” “Have you ever had anyone that big?” “No, I haven’t.” “Oh, I’m going to have so much fun with you, sugar.” Tony growls. He opens his free hand and curls his fingers in a demanding motion. “Give me the tape measure.” Peter easily complies and gives it to Tony. The man grins and wraps it around Peter’s neck to pull him in closer. Peter wants to lean in, wants to take that pretty cock into his mouth so badly, but the grip in his hair holds him back. “You sure you want this, Peter? Do I have your full consent?” Peter nods furiously. Yes, he wants this. Wants everything. “Yes, Mr. Stark. I do.” “Good. Suck.” Tony yanks the boy forward using both the tape around Peter’s neck and the grip in his curls. Peter gasps, scrambling forward and parting his lips to catch the man’s cock in his mouth. He moans, lips closing around the soft flesh and drags his tongue across the tip, eliciting a moan from Tony. Oh god. He just made Tony Stark moan. For him. The thought spurs him on and he sinks deeper onto it, loving how it fills his mouth. He’s got the worst gag reflex, already knows he won’t be able to take it fully, but he sure as fuck knows how to work his tongue to make the man’s knees buckle.

“Oh, oh damn, boy, you’re so fucking good at this. Been wanting this the second I laid my eyes on your pretty face.” Peter whines around the cock and shuffles closer. He doesn’t use his hands, somehow he knows Tony wouldn’t allow him to if he tried. He’s bobbing his head up and down, the musky smell pleasing him to his very core as he manages to suck deeper and deeper with each thrust the man makes. “I want you to touch yourself, dear. Take that cock out and stroke it for me. Don’t go slow. I want you to wreck yourself, understood?” Peter nods as much as he physically can in this position and moves both his hands down. Quickly unbuckling the belt and shoving the fabric down just enough for his hard-on to jump free. His right hand wraps around it and he strokes. Hard. And fast. And rough. Making himself see stars the way Tony told him to. His eyes flutter shut. It’s overwhelming. The rumbling grunts rolling of Mr. Stark’s tongue while the grip in Peter’s hair tightens. The burning pit in his stomach that only burns up more and more and more the faster he strokes himself. He wants to swallow every last bit Tony will give him. He swirls his tongue around the head, sucking and hollowing his cheeks. Gasping, moaning, taking and taking and taking what the man gives him. 

“Are you close, boy?” Peter nods desperately. He doesn’t stop, though, doesn’t stop from flicking his thumb around the head, squeezing his own shaft with every little pump. Hips bucking wildly into his touch. His moans muffled by Tony’s hips thrusting forward in a fast, unforgiving pace. “I want you to come like this, baby. Desperate and needy and without shame.” Peter mumbles a short please around Tony’s cock. He’s not sure if the man got it, but, his eagerness as he keeps going down on the man clear enough. “Fuck, sugar, ‘m gonna cum inside of you. You’re gonna take it all, uh? Isn’t this what you’ve been dreaming of? Being used by me? I can hear the fucking awe in your voice when you speak my name. You were ready for me before I even met you.” Yes, yes, yes! Peter gasps, abs clenching tight as he collapses forward. His hands moving up and down in a killer pace until-

“F-fc!” His broken curse around Mr. Stark’s cock when he spills his cum on the tile floor. Another spurt leaves him. And another. His thighs are trembling and his mind is spinning. The explosion in his stomach is so wonderfully sweet and he feels so filthy and good and used in the exact way he loves it so much. Tony growls at the sight.  “Good boy, Pete. Fuck, good boy. ” Peter doesn’t exactly follow what happens next, but suddenly Tony is no longer holding the tape around his neck. Both his hands tangled into his hair tightly to fuck his mouth, pounding into him relentlessly. Peter just submits to the complete and utter control the man has over him. Moving his face where he wants him. Setting the pace. “Yes, oh, you’re going to swallow for me, pretty little thing. Feel so good, so hot around me. Prettiest mouth I’ve ever had. You’re perfect, Peter. Fucking p-perfect, I’m go-” Tony’s voice breaks off into a loud growl, hips stuttering and rolling forward desperately. “Take it, take it! I- Aaah!” Peter’s eyes widen when he feels the hot load spill into his mouth. The familiar taste exploding on his taste buds. He whimpers, swallowing. His mind hazy and floaty and he just wants to devour every single drop of it. Make the man proud. Please him. 

Peter moans quietly when he feels the man’s cock softening up in his mouth. He’s not sure why he’s still on his knees. Still gently suckling on the hot, sticky skin. All he knows is that he feels good. That he doesn’t want this feeling to end. He’s never had such good sex and jokes on him, it’d been nothing more than a quick blowjob. It’s only when Tony gently tugs on his hair that he opens his eyes again, staring up at the man when the cock slips out. A soft breath leaving his slightly parted lips. His jaws ache and he loves it. Loves the enamored look the man sends his way. “Peter, sweetheart…” Tony whispers. “Are you alright down there?” Peter nods, a smile playing on his lips as he closes them. He nuzzles his face into the man’s leg. Only vaguely aware that he might be displaying a tad too much affection for someone he barely knows. He simply feels so happy. “I feel good, Mr. Stark.”  “God, you’re precious.” Tony kneels down as well, cradling Peter into his arms. Stroking his back, whispering the sweetest praise into his ears until slowly the veil lifts from his mind and he becomes aware of his surroundings again. The tape measure dangling from his neck once more, the cum staining on the tiles. The fact that he just fucked Tony Stark in his aunt’s tailoring shop. Oh my- “W-We should probably get dressed before anyone wonders why we’re closed,” Peter mumbles and he slowly leans back from the embrace, smiling at Tony apologetically. He slides his cock back into his jeans and buckles his belt tightly. Tony nods. “Of course. I… Should probably get dressed too.”

They don’t speak when Tony dresses, when Peter grabs a towel and soap to clean up the little mess he made. Not when they walk back to the counter and Peter finishes Tony’s order for the tweed suit. He’s not so sure what to say. Doesn’t know why he’s so silent all of a sudden. What could he say? Thank you, Mr. Stark, that was the best fuck of my pathetic little life. See you never? It’s Tony who breaks the silence. “Are you alright, kid?” “Y-Yes. I’m just finishing up this section of the form and then I can send-” “Peter, look at me.” Peter looks up reluctantly. The man is so fucking gorgeous in the burgundy suit. Peter doesn’t know how he’ll ever find someone to live this up with. “I… Here, this is my business card. It uh, has my phone number on there in case you- well.” Tony sniffs. “I guess I’m telling you to call me if you ever want to come by my penthouse.” Peter’s eyes open wide.  “You’d want to do this again?” Tony nods.  “I like you. You’re pretty, funny, nerdy enough for my liking. You’re smart, I can tell. And that mouth of yours…” Tony grins. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that, Sir.” “I like it when you call me that.” “I like calling you that.” 

They’re silent again for a moment. Now that the sexual tension is out of their system - already building again a bit - Peter feels so many things and he can see the same emotions cross Tony’s eyes. He wonders what it means. Wonders how badly he wants to find out. “Please, Peter. Give me a call.” “I will,” Peter whispers, but he looks up at Tony and smiles widely. More resolutely, he repeats himself. “I will.”

“So,” Peter chuckles as he hands Tony the receipt for the tweed suit. He doesn’t tell Tony he completely forgot to write down any of the measurements he did, but he’s fairly sure that the man’s body didn’t change that much in just three weeks time so he used the once he took before. “-what are you doing tonight?” “Oh, it’s nothing. Some shit for the Avengers.” Peter’s cheeks flush. Oh, how he wishes he could ever be a part of it. He never thought he’d get the chance, but now that he knows Tony Stark personally. Who knows if he ever has the guts to ask. “Avengers? Is there a threat?” “No, no, nothing to worry about. There’s someone I want to recruit. You may have heard of him, some dude calling himself Spider-Man? He’s…” Peter freezes. He doesn’t quite follow what Tony says next. So casually. So- unwavering. He should come clean. He has to, he has to, he has to!” “I-I’m Spider-Man!” He squeaks. The look on Tony’s face is priceless. “Fuck, well kid, welcome to the team.”

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Part Two: Inch By Inch

Are you curious about the Stripper/Prostitute!AU Lien wrote for the fic exchange? Find it here! Seriously, it’s amazing.

[neverlandparker]

Far From Home, Far From You // [p.p] FFH SPOILERS***

Pairing: stark!reader x peter parker (i don’t specify if she’s related to Tony by blood so it’s completely up to you if you want her/you to be directly related or adopted!)

Word Count: 3.6 k

Warnings: contains ***FFH SPOILERS!*** angst, a few swear words, and mentions of death. (but as always, there’s the fluffy parts too don’t worry, I’m not that mean haha) 

A/N: hey everyone! :) i’m back!! so I watched ffh twice and I loved it even moreeee the second time and I thought I just had to write something based off it. So here is my baby - it was a labor of love - (quoting tom here) i’m so proud of this fic & I hope you love it too! please please please rb and let me know your thoughts whether in the hashtags, comments, or send me an ask! as always, I appreciate every single one of you! thank you from the bottom of my heart!

ps credits!!! I used some of the quotes from the original script of ffh and made references to the book, “The Kissing Hand”. All credits go to ffh script writers and marvel studios & the author of “The Kissing Hand,” Audrey Penn!

- xoxo, Claire ❤

Summary: y/n and peter have been through a hell of a year together - wars, battles, and death - they’ve encountered it all. so when y/n suggests peter should go on that school trip to Europe with his classmates and it doesn’t go as planned, what happens next? also ft cuddly peter and the kissing hand!

...

Rain pattered softly against your bedroom window as you spent the dreary afternoon curled up against Peter’s body which was radiating warmth, cuddled together with a giant blanket on your bed - his arm thrown across your body, pulling you closer to his chest as you listened to the rapid but steady thump thump thump of his heartbeat. His legs were tangled up with yours and he was tracing patterns on your shoulder with one hand - his other was joined with yours in your connected hands - one of the many ways in which he displayed his endless amount of affection for you.

“I really do miss him” you murmured softly to yourself, sighing, looking out of the compound window, as you watched a countless number of rain droplets hit the window and slide downwards, the pitter-patter sound it made somewhat comforting. 

And when Peter stirred, you were slightly startled. You had thought he had dozed off.

He groggily cracked one eye open, and after covering his yawn and rubbing his sleepy-dazed eyes, he looked at you with so much adoration you thought your heart would burst.

“I do too. I miss him too - so much.” more than you know.

“What if - “ he stopped chewing on his lip suddenly nervous, his gaze traveled down to his shirt, fingers finding the hem of it and twirling it around. 

“What if -” but he stopped just as quickly as he had started. 

“What if - what if something goes wrong...w-when I’m not here?” his voice trembled, insecurities getting the better of him, and he sighed, “I’m leaving, Y/N. I’m leaving for Europe in 2 days. I’m leaving - you...god - why did I think this was a good idea?” he buried his head in his hands, and after a few moments, he looked back up, “I-I just don’t think I want to save the world this summer. I know that makes me sound like such a jerk. But I really -” his voice cracked, “I just really need a break. I mean - with everything we’ve all been through, I kinda just wanted to get away. Just away, anywhere, any place, and I guess at that time, Europe seemed to be a good idea. But -” he took a deep breath, “But - but now things are….different. What if something goes wrong or someone gets hurt when I’m not here? What about you - ” he was about to keep rambling on, stuttering, reverting back to his old nervous habits, but you quickly sat up and rubbed your hands comfortingly across his shoulders. 

“Pete. Peter. Look at me. You’re not a jerk for wanting a normal life. I mean - heck - my dad -” a sad smile broke out across your features, “he - he - warned me about this - about the Avenging lifestyle -” you gave a soft chuckle, “Nothing is going to go wrong here, okay? We’ve got it under control. And in the rare case we don’t, we always have backup. It’ll be alright - I promise. With everything that has happened - “ you paused and sighed running your hands through your hair, “I think you deserve a break - you really do. Go have fun in Europe with your friends. It’ll be fun. You’ll be far from home and far from….me...and I’ll miss you - a lot. But you know…..I think….I think it’ll be good - for you.”

He gave you a little nod, head still hung low.

You brought your hands to cup his chin, bringing him to look at you.

“Hey hey hey - Peter - Pete, please don’t worry about me, ’kay? I’ll be alright. I’m always here if you need me. Just one call away.” You pointed to your phone, and paused for a second and then swallowed to continue, “Uh - I want to share this with you - uh,” your voice started wavering again, and you swallowed, “this is something my d-dad - Tony - and I used to do before he went out on his missions.”

...

“Daddy!!!!!!!”

You charged towards him, still half-asleep, morning bed head intact, dragging your blanket behind you, as you made your way down the stairs, two at a time and ran towards where you saw him by the door. 

“Y/N! Sweetheart! What are you doing up?”

He turned around and immediately bent down to wrap you - his adorable five year old daughter - in a giant hug.

Then he heard it. 

He heard your sniffling. 

“Hon - you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Are - a-are you l-leaving?” you managed to get out between sniffles. 

You had hoped he was only busy around the house in the morning but when you saw him by the door, you had panicked and bolted down the stairs to him. 

He sighed. 

Anthony “Tony” Edward Stark liked being Iron Man. He really did. It made him feel powerful, unstoppable, and able to defend himself and the people he loved. It was like his own way of righting his past sins and faults. 

But the part he hated?

He hated leaving you. 

His sweetest little girl - he loved you so much and it killed him to leave your side - even if it was only for a day. 

So knowing some lines from the book - The Kissing Hand - that he had just read to you by your bedside last night, he sighed.

“Y/N sweets, I’m - I’m really sorry but daddy’s going to be leaving for a while...but I’ll come back sooner than you know it - okay? Always. Time is going to go by so fast, you’ll never even notice I’m gone.” 

You let out a little laugh between your sniffles and he smiled a bit. 

He took your little hand in his and turned the palm side up and placed a gentle kiss in the center. 

“Daddy is going to teach you a trick to help remember me okay? Just do this when I’m not around and you’ll feel me be with you okay? I’m always with you even when I’m far away. Always with you... right….here.” he poked your chest and you giggled.

“Hey! I’m ticklish!”

“Whenever you feel alone, anxious, hurt, or far from home, just press your hand to your cheek and think of me. Sometimes and someday, you’ll be far from me, and when that day comes sweets, you will remember me, okay?”

You pressed your hand to your cheek and closed your eyes. 

“I love you 3000 daddy”

“I love you more munchkin.”

…

“So Peter...whenever you feel alone, anxious, hurt, far from home, just press your hand to your cheek and think of me. And when you’ll be far from me, when that day comes, you’ll remember me.”

You kissed the palm of Peter’s hand and brought it up to his cheek. He leaned into your touch as he sighed, bringing his hand up to cheek, putting it on top of yours. 

He loved the feeling of your hand in his. 

He smiled, and tilted his head to place a quick peck on your hand that was cupping his around his cheek as you giggled. 

“Now you’ll have something to remember me by too.” he smiled. 

“Always.” you said softly as you brought your hand - still warm from Peter’s touch - to your cheek, letting your eyes drift shut, as you felt an uncontrollable smile tug at your lips.  

...

Peter limped towards the descending jet in the tulip fields, the force of the powerful engine jets sending colorful petals of flowers flying wildly about in all directions. Normally, he would have taken this moment to admire the way the flowers swayed and billowed against the wind, taking note that it was a lovely sight that he would want to someday share with you - his pretty girl.

He shook his head, blinking back tears that threatened to spill. 

How could he have trusted him?

How could he have been this stupid?

And when the door of the private jet flew open and he saw Happy’s concerned face as he met his gaze. He felt his whole being tense up. His first instinct was to run toward him - so fucking glad there was someone who he really knew. Who he trusted.

But to trust his senses? 

Honestly he didn’t know if he could even trust himself right now.

Not anymore.

Looking at the man who so much reminded him of his mentor, he felt suffocated, heartbeat pumping all to fast, senses dialed to eleven, every single hair on his body stood on end. And worst of all, he felt like there was a hand around his heart, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing until it became near impossible to bear anymore.

His regrets weighed down upon him and by the time he realized that happy was calling out to him across the field, he shook his head to clear the feeling and made his way over but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you. 

You. 

You came.

And Peter - god - Peter wanted nothing more than to run into your arms. To be able to feel your comfort again, to embrace you in a big hug, to press kisses to your forehead and nose, and be able to tell you that was everything was alright, but how could he when he had messed up so so bad? 

Especially not before…not before making 110% sure it wasn’t another trap - wasn’t another one of Mysterio's sinister plans. 

He couldn’t bear to see you hurt or taken from him. It was his worst fear.  

Were you real? 

Was this real? 

What was real?

He didn’t think he knew what real was anymore. 

Not after that.

Not after what Mysterio had shown him what he had. The illusion he had been so naive to so easily fall into would continue to haunt the rest of life, an unforgettable memory in the worst possibly imagined way. He had been shown being attacked by clones of himself, being trapped inside a snowglobe with no way to escape, and ….. god - Tony - Tony Stark, crawling out of his grave, with iron suit and all, and Mysterio told him that if only he had been good enough, Tony would still be here.

He would still be here... if only he had been good enough. 

Those same words rang in his head again, taunting him, as he screwed his eyes shut, shaking his head from side to side, desperately willing, begging, pleading it to go away. 

Upon making eye contact with Peter as you scanned the field, you felt relieved, but choked up when you saw the condition he was in. Covered in dirt, grime and blood, his face was severely battered, nose and jawline littered with bruises, cuts, and open wounds. You clasped a hand over your mouth, stifling a sob as you pushed past Happy and ran full force towards him. 

However, when you reached just within arms reach, just as you were about to engulf him in a tight hug, his eyes widened and he took several large retreating steps back, eyes darting between you and Happy as if he didn’t recognize you more than mere strangers. You felt a dagger of pain straight to your heart as you realized the shaken and vulnerable state he was in. 

What the hell did this guy do to him?

“Please -” Peter pleads, “Prove to me you’re real. Tell me something only you would know.”

You and Happy share a look, both knowing things you don’t want the other to know but you currently didn’t have much of a choice. You decide to go first. 

“Remember the kissing hand?” you say in a gentle tone and you can see Peter’s expression relax and soften as he met your gaze. 

Whenever you feel alone, anxious, hurt, or far from home, just press your hand to your cheek and think of me. And when you’ll be far from me, when that day comes, you will remember me.

You’re real. You’re real. You’re REAL.

“Remember when we went to Germany? You paid per view a video in your room. They didn’t list the titles but I could tell by the price it was an adult film at the front desk. And you know how I knew –”

“Okay okay fine! It’s you, it’s you, stop!” Peter yells as you stare between Happy and Peter, confused. 

“You’re real!” he lets out in an exhausted sigh and hurriedly limps over. 

And he finally lets himself fall into you, fall into your embrace, let himself be surrounded by the comforting scent of your shampoo.

His eyes turn teary as he flexes his arms, bringing you even closer, both arms wrapped securely around you so tightly. 

You were aware of his super strength had the ability to do some serious damage but he was always the most utmost gentle with you, treating you with so much care you thought you would sometimes just melt in his hands. 

But right now, he needed to. make. sure. To make sure. To make sure the an illusion could not possibly recreate you. Recreate this. He needed to know that you were real. And that you were. 

You’re real. Not fake. No illusions. Real. Real. REAL. 

No depth of any illusion could make you - well, you. Truly you. 

He had realized it was so different being not only so far from home, but so far from you. You were his home and nothing - nothing - could ever recreate that. 

With that, as if realizing that his grip was almost suffocating, he quickly loosened his grip, mumbling a “so sorry,” not quite letting go, but not as tight as he had been squeezing you in the crushing hug as he had before. 

…

Once Peter got on the jet, he almost sagged with relief. You and Happy immediately got to work, tracking coordinates - anything, to locate Mysterio as well as sitting Peter down and cleaning up his wounds. He sucked in a sharp breath as you unzipped his suit, only then truly realizing the extent of his injuries. He was thankful for your gentle touch as you successfully managed to bandage up his ribs and tended to his wounds with a few grunts and low curses as he mentioned he was hit by a train. It made your heart shatter, seeing him in this broken state, so battered and crestfallen. Happy took over with stitching Peter’s several back injuries up as you came to sit in front of him, silently observing him, heart aching at the sight. 

He always tries to do the right thing and that’s what mattered...why did it always have to be him?

He gives so much and gets back so little. He is too good for this world. In fact, he deserves the world. Heck, the world doesn’t even deserve him. 

You snapped out of your thoughts, hearing Peter’s distressed grunts as you looked up seeing that Happy was still in the process of stitching him up. 

“Just relax.” Happy says, his brows pinched, trying to concentrate on the stitches.

“Don’t tell me to relax!” Peter snaps, reaching his breaking point, his voice filled with angst before he stood up, “How can I relax when I messed up so bad? I trusted Beck, right? I thought he was my friend, so I gave him the only thing that Mr. Stark left behind for me, and now he’s going to kill my friends and half of Europe. So please - do not tell me to relax!”

“I’m sorry - I shouldn’t have shouted…” he takes a shaky inhale, “I’m sorry - I’m s-sorry I didn’t mean to” he sighs, “I didn’t mean to yell.” he sighs, hanging his head, defeated, “I just - I just really miss him. Everywhere I go I see his face. And the whole world is asking who is going to be the next Iron Man? I don’t know if that’s me, Happy. I’m not Iron Man.”

“You’re not Iron Man. You’re never going to be Iron Man. Nobody could live up to Tony. Not even Tony. Tony was my best friend, and he was a mess. He second-guessed everything he did. He was all over the place. The one thing that he did that he didn’t second-guess was picking you. I don’t think Tony would’ve done what he did if he didn’t know that you were going to be here after he was gone.”

Peter pinched his nose, nodded, and placed his head in his hands.

“I just really miss him - and and-d nothing can ever bring him back.” his voice was barely above a hushed whisper, raw with emotion, and you felt the pulling of your heartstrings as your lip trembled and tears clouded your vision. 

“I miss him too - everyday - so so much it hurts” and by that time you realized that tears were streaming down your cheeks, your knees were threatening to give out, “he’s never...oh god - he’s never coming back” 

“Y/N….I - I don’t know what to say….I’m sorry - I’m s-so so sorry” and just like that,

Both you and Peter collided into each other gripping each other in a tight embrace willing for all the bad things to go away, sinking to the floor - the both of your bodies racked with sobs, chests heaving, crying over what was lost.

It felt as if it was only now, the full weight of your dad’s death hit you and it slapped you both in the face and hurt like no other. It hurt like hell. 

For Peter, he had lost a mentor that was almost his second family, the only one who got his brilliant mind, genius jokes, and hero work, and you, a father, one whose connection with you ran so deeply it split your heart in two to witness the agony that was his death. And now Peter was in your arms, mere hours after being hit with a freaking train and barely hanging on, so so broken and you felt yourself being filled with despair. It felt like another knife had been driven straight into your heart. Straight through your very own soul.

“Y/N, everyone is telling me to step up to tell me to fit in his shoes but I …” his voice cracks, “I just can’t - I can’t” Peter buries his head in his hands again, eyes shut tightly, willing this to all be some kind of horrible awful nightmare. He takes a shaky exhale, “I can’t do this - I can’t be him”

“No Peter. Look at me,” you gently cupped his face in your hands, ”Listen. The world needs doesn’t need the next Iron Man. You know what it needs? It needs you. They need you. You’ll never be the next Iron Man - no one can - but it’s because you’re better than him. I think -” you had to stop yourself from letting out another choked sob, “- No, I know - I know for sure that h-he would be proud of you.”  

You wiped away the tears that were now dripping rapidly down your cheeks, 

“He would be so proud. So so proud” you whispered, voice trembling. 

At last, the broken boy looked up, revealing his watery, red-rimmed eyes. 

“How can I fix things when I already s-screwed them up so bad?”

“You fight.” you utter through trembling lips and watery eyes. 

“How?” he breathed, his breath raged from crying. 

“You get back up. Like you’ve done over and over again. Like you did against that mad titan and some of the most evil beings in the universe.”

After a moment of silence filled with sniffles, Peter looked up.  

“Thank you” he said hoarsely.

A watery smile broke out across your features, your gaze on him loving as you fought back a sob.

You were so proud. So so proud of him. 

“Kissing hand?” he prompted, with a look that said it all.

You just gave him a watery smile, nodded, and held out your hand, unable to open your mouth or make out words because you were afraid that if you did, you would end up in tears all over again. 

He took your hand in his as he did your “kissing hand,” that you and Peter had come with a few days ago before he left - with him bringing your connected hands up to his cheek, looking at you with that heart-eyed gaze before tilting his jaw to give your hand a kiss. 

Whenever you feel alone, anxious, hurt, or far from home, just press your hand to your cheek and think of me. And when you’ll be far from me, when that day comes, you will remember me.

He never failed to make butterflies erupt in your stomach, as a light blush dusted your cheeks, your gaze meeting his. You smiled - a lovey dopey smile - as you watched him suck in a deep breath,

“I’m going to kick his ass.”

And this time, he looked to you with a new gaze with fiery determination and the look he gave you conveyed everything you needed to know in that moment. 

Your chest swelled with pride and admiration for him as you witnessed Peter Parker - the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man from Queens with a heart of gold get back up once again - facing the inevitable, but never once daring to back down from a challenge.

Whenever you feel far from home, just press your hand to your cheek and think of me. And when that day comes, when you’ll be far from home, far from me,  you will remember me. I’ll always be with you - even when I’m not right there, right here, right now, by your side. I want you to know that I love you so so much. I love you 3000. 

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My Top/Bottom “10″ Moments of Avengers: Endgame [Spoilers Ahead]

In no particular rank…

The Good and the Legendary Moments (I had a hard time limiting it to 10, clearly there are more)

Cap’s “don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone” and Bucky’s reprise “How can I? You’e taking all the stupid with you…I’m gonna miss you.” He knows his friend well enough through all the years that he understands and accepts (and in that second, we do too) that Cap’s not coming back the fast way, that he’s chosen the slow path to the end of the line.

Sam inheriting the Shield from Rogers with Bucky’s blessing, “go to him.” Because Bucky knows that, even though they are the best of friends and fellow supersoldiers, Sam has kept an eye on Steve while Bucky was MIA, and that puts him in a reasonable position to inherit the mantle.

Post-snap “5 years later” we see Steve taking up Sam’s role as a group counselor, our first hint at the transition of roles later to come, capped off with Sam emerging from the portal with a timely “on your left.”

Hawkeye’s opening: the very real, personal, character driven moment in which Clint is with his family, and shortly thereafter the snap is dragged out of retirement kicking and screaming.

Tony’s and Stark’s intellectual interactions which began as animosity and conlcuded as a kind of mutual admiration “is this the one we win? / if I tell you, it won’t happen (almost apologetically because Strange knows what is about to happen and is letting it go forward anyway),” culminating with “I am Iron Man” and thunderous applause.

EVERYTHING having to do with Tony’s daughter Morgan. From her interaction with Jon Favreau aka Happy about cheeseburgers, to finding her dad’s suit mask, to Stark calculating time-travel while doing the dishes, then swearing, then swearing Morgan to secrecy, and most heartrendingly “I love you 3000.” Tony’s father-daughter relationship is one of those key character pieces that elevates this whole film from a Marvel capstone to a best picture.

Steve’s moment watching Peggy even though he never interacts with her, in 70s at the Pymm/Stark research facility. It’s the most poignant foreshadow of his destination to come. He doesn’t make that mistake twice.

Natasha’s character development. Five years later, even as she falls apart spinning her wheels about deep sea tectonic quakes, and she still cuts her peanut butter sandwich corner to corner as if daring “Nick” Fury to unsnap himself and say “no, let me show you how it’s done.” Two great insights into the depth of their familial relationship courtesy of the Captain Marvel film. Also a shout-out Steve’s subsequent offer to cook Nat dinner. Steve and Nat always carry great character moments, all the way back to CA:WS when she was setting him up on dates.

The small moments of battlefield humor that were just enough not to break the moment: Steve calling out to Parker “Hey Queens,” Peter engaging the Spidey suit kill mode and then him curled up in the fetal position, Wong’s deadpan “were you expecting more?” Jesus, just give Wong an entire act in the next Doctor Strange movie and I will be happy. I adore him. PS: what a pleasant surprise the way the Russos put Tilda Swinton in as Sorcerer Supreme opposite Banner. That was just the right character for the exposition on the perils of altered reality.

The overarching theme of premonitions as it deals with crossing through the quantum realm into the past, and the ensuing parallels from what we’ve already seen in the Marvel past. Specifically the ‘premonitions’ that past-Nebula had when future Nebula past through time and how they could access each others memories, which puts the interesting and poetic possibility that Tony’s dreams/visions this whole time (ex: Infinity War’s “[Pepper] we had a kid, it was so real”) were never a direct result of Thanos, but rather his travel through time. The Time Travel element also relates to parallels where Howard Stark meets “Howard Potts” and the potshots at his questionable beard. Tony meets Stark Sr. at the exact right moment when Maria is expecting and they relate to the perils and joys of fatherhood: “there’s no manual for this/ there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for this kid / you did your best”, which sets up Howard’s video journal to Tony and Tony’s post-battle video journal to Morgan as even more powerful together, in the context of each other, then when we saw the original Iron Man films. Endgame brings new depth / meaning to those historic moments.

Honorable mention to Thor who, after the “I aimed for the head” reprise, developed a sense of crippling anxiety and notable weight gain within his depressive reclusiveness, and still managed to suit up and be a hero anyway. While I didn’t necessarily like the fact that Thor dealt with his PTSD through hardcore gaming, I like the direction that the Russo’s steered him after subsequently calling him an “Angel Pirate” in Infinity War. The message, by contrast, that you don’t have to look a certain way, or step into the role that everyone expects of you (King of Asgard), or even have your shit together to be heroic - you just have to step your foot out of the door and face the day - is damn brilliant.

Honorable mention #2: Rocket’s speech to Thor “you’re not the only person to have ever lost someone.” Great BroTP, with tha dash of crossover Whovian.

Honorable trifecta: Steve Rogers wielding the Mjolnir and FINALLY. FIN-A-LLY “Avengers: Assemble!” What great standing ovation moments.

OVERALL: What this film misses in building the tension (it cycles down before it revs up), it makes up for by setting up the small, poignant character moments that show off the emotional talent of these actors in a way that I’ve never seen with this impact before: Infinity War, Black Panther, and Civil War being the runners up.

The Disappointing:

The “Smart Hulk” / Ant Man “little man” gag didn’t work for me. The autographs, the tacos, the test time travel run. It got stale very quickly.

Speaking of Ant Man, by contrast to Tony and Morgan, Scott Lang’s reunion with his daughter after 5 years didn’t hit the emotional note it was meant to. It make sense how they use Lang as perspective of “what’s going on / fish out of water” to drive the aftermath of the snap home and to introduce quantum science. But out of all the characters, I was probably least invested in him.

The female-led gauntlet scrimmage in the final act across the battlefield felt like more of a “set piece” rather than really earned emotion by comparison to Infinity War’s female tag team (Okoye, Nat, and Wanda) against Proxima, where Nat defends Wanda and says “she’s not alone.”

I didn’t like the script choice of killing the complex, Infinity War version of Thanos so quickly (while it was unexpected and paid off big time for a hot second when Thor’s said “I aimed for the head”) and taking on Past-Thanos. For me, it undermined and underdeveloped the villain. I would have wanted a deeper understanding of “The Garden” and flashbacks to Titan or young Gamora, or even more interaction between him and his daughter present-Nebula, before the war-torn Thanos gets the 1-2 chop, but I understand the choice given time constraints of a three hour film.

Hawkeye’s ronin montage: his revenge against criminals in the post-snap era, “why are you here, why did you get to survive and my family didn’t?” could have had the ability to be powerful, especially considering that Natasha has been keeping tabs on him and didn’t intervene until critical mass. But instead, I feel like it was mishandled, too thematic, it takes your out of the moment like a set piece.I loved Natasha’s bond with Clint up to and after the ronin sequence, it took two characters that I was on the fence with and got me emotionally invested in them as a team, I just hated the montage itself.

No Vision? What?! Hardly even a mention in this film except for Wanda’s wrath when she is resurrected and brings that house down on Thanos, but even then Thanos essentially said “who the heck are you and what did I do to make you mad?” completely taking the steam out of Vision’s fall. Hopefully Phase 4 addresses / fixes that.

No Loki resurrection? At the very least, no past-Loki dialogue?! Come on. I thought for a second, when Loki escaped STRIKE custody in the alternate timeline with the tessaract, that maybe the team had created a and untrimmed time branch (I still think they did, because if Rogers returned the Stone to 1970, it doesn’t fix the later botched attempt to steal it, so maybe there’s a branch reality where Loki is alive with witty trickster lines and I’ll cling to it). Then I was fooled again when Mjolnir went flying through the air I thought perhaps that Loki Odinson had returned and was worthy to wield it through his selfless sacrifice (I was only momentarily disappointed / awed to see it was Cap instead). Again, Phase 4, give me some help here!

The fact that Black Widow got no proper funeral sendoff, concluding Natasha’s long history of under-use throughout the entire Infinity Saga. Don’t get me wrong: I understand her soul stone sacrifice, and in a way I understand the people who say, “don’t take that away from her, it’s powerful.” It is. She comes from a manipulative, violent background that made her who she is and good at what she does. Throughout her history, she never had family, which she admits: “Red Skull knew my father’s name, that’s more than I ever did.” So it makes the choice more poignant that she built a family around herself and did whatever it took to keep them safe and united. That said, I wasn’t (until this film) necessarily invested in Black Widow like I am the other Avengers characters, but she’s had some great moments with Clint (I still want to see the Budapest mission, and the Iran extraction that Bucky compromised) and Rogers (Endgame: I’ve been telling everyone to move on, but not us. Winter Soldier: their getaway from Hydra-infested SHIELD) and Fury. Which is why I HATE that her only tribute was a bunch of men standing around lamenting over her (while simultaneously being oblivious to the Nebula swap, seemingly incapable of intelligent script development by McFeely and Markus around those two female characters). It would have at least been fitting if they had more regrets “why didn’t we know her better, we were supposed to be her family”, “why didn’t we appreciate her while we could” or her name added to an altered  “fallen” monument. There was no payoff to her chemistry with Bruce, and no final closure with un-dusted Fury to pay his respects, which would have been a small but vastly fitting gesture. WHAT A WASTE. 

Captain Marvel’s use in the film as essentially a ballistic, ship-destroying missile and her anticlimactic Thanos battle. Why use her at all in this film if it’s going to be as a plot device? She could have had potential opposite Thor, and I’ll argue that she should have been Banner’s tag-team person to bring him out of new-Asgard exile. But the Russos and writing team missed that opportunity as well. Danvers’ appearance felt hollow.

The pacing / cycle down of tension post-opening sequence was off-putting to me. I was revved up to level 10 ready to go to 11, but had to dial back down by half (ex: even though I love the montage of Tony and Nebula playing table football, it crawls by comparison to the expectations set right after Infinity War). The tonal shifts between the three acts of Endgame made me feel like I was watching two good films as opposed to the one great, legendary film I was expecting. Perhaps I came in to Endgame too pumped and needed to be more in the moment, because this displaced feeling was very strong on initial viewing, but faded the second time I saw the film.

Honorable mentions: Parts of the alternate reality “time travel” sequence really bothered me: ie the battle of New York (from A1). Hulk smash didn’t work for me, though Hulk “take the stairs” and Stark’s minor cardiac dysrhythmia corrected by Thor’s hammer were funny. Also Cap’s “I found Loki” was priceless. So I guess you have to absorb the disagreeable montages of time alterations to enjoy the good, like Banner and the Sorcerer Supreme, Howard and “Howard.”

Honorable mention #2: This movie did a hell of a job at all the couple / BroTP splitting, WTH! Steve and Sharon never stood a chance, Wanda and Vision, Banner and Natasha, Steve and Bucky, Steve and Sam, Thor and Loki, Gamora and Quill. Dammit, I hope Phase 4 at least patches up a few holes in these ships before sending in the speculated new ensemble of comics characters.

In SUMMARY: as my dislikes wane with time and my likes grow in retrospect with each saga part I rewatch, and each time I revisit A4 in theaters, I think that Avengers: Endgame, while not quite my favorite installment, will stick with me forever. What a decade! And my next great joy will be 10…15…20 years from now, when I get to meet a kid, let’s call her Morgan, who’s never seen an MCU film before and vicariously relive that first joy watching it with them. To the end of the line.

I can’t wait. 

[myspideysensesrtingling]

In My Way (5)

IN MY WAY: MIDTOWN SCHOOL OF SCIENCE AND TECHNOLOGY

Pairing: (eventual) Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 6056

Warnings: a few curse words! nothing serious

Notes: things get going!! This is also my entry for @petalparker and @suncityparker's writing challenge!!!!! I had to use “do you think this is an important piece?” and it was a fun tie-in to my series so here goes! Enjoy and let me know what you think :)

Summary: You gear up for your first day of school and make friends more easily than expected. The one person you struggle to be friends with, however, is Peter himself.

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Beep. Your eyes shot open.

Beep. You didn't recognize this room; this wasn't the dormitory.

Beep. It wasn't all a dream.

You sat up and turned the alarm off before it could beep again, reveling in your realization. This was real. You lived with the Avengers at their compound and were going to school that day. This was real life.

This was your life.

The effect of the time change was overshadowed by your excitement bubbling up. You stretched like you always did as you got out of bed, you feet slowly padding over to the bathroom to start getting ready. In the shower, the warm water only exacerbated the butterflies in your stomach. You quickly popped out, dried off, and slipped into the some clothes Pepper found for you. You sported a pair of skinny jeans rolled up at the bottom with a light gray wide-neck t-shirt tucked in in the front. It was supposed to be a chilly morning, so after drying your hair that naturally fell into just the shape you wanted, you slipped on a plaid flannel and left it open in the front. Lastly, you laced up some white adidas and grabbed the basically-empty black backpack before heading out of your room and toward the kitchen.

"There you are, kiddo! I was wondering when you'd be up," Tony mumbled as fatigue from the early morning upstaged the excitement he tried to convey. Steve stood above the stovetop on the island counter directly across from him and added a good morning with a soft smile as you approached. The closer you got, the stronger the smell of pancakes, clearly drifting from the stove where Steve was cooking.

"Good morning, sir!" You replied to each man as you plopped down in the seat to the right of Tony at the big island table. Calling Tony "sir" earned quite the snort from Steve, which subsequently caused Tony to gasp and dramatically bring his hand to his chest with false offense. You just giggled, enjoying every minute of their banter.

Steve served you all up some pancakes - definitely the fluffiest and most delicious you ever tasted - and sat down on your right to eat. Everyone initially ate quietly, gobbling up what was in front of them, but somehow Tony got the idea to tell stories from when he was in high school. This didn't necessarily help ease your nerves but you loved it all the same.

"So I woke up locked in the janitors' closet with three friends who were all passed out. I have no idea how we got there!" Tony spouted. You and Steve stared off behind him where Pepper stood, arms crossed and somehow unheard by Tony. Disappointed by the lack of laughter in response to his story, Tony once again feigned hurt. "What, you don't enjoy the Tales of Tony the Tot?"

"Y/N, please don't believe that this is what high school is like," Pepper interrupted, glaring at the back of Tony's head. Already aware of his impending punishment, he pivoted in his seat slowly as if afraid to face her. "Tony, what happened to that whole 'good example' thing we talked about?"

"Well, Pep, I just thought, you know--" he sputtered out as Happy, in his usual suit and with his usual stressed urgency, approached. Tony did not hesitate to take advantage of the distraction. "Ah! Happy! Here to take the lady to school. Now Y/N. Your schedule should be waiting for you in the office. Meet Peter right at the front doors, he should be waiting for you. Scratch that - he follows my every word, so he will be there waiting for you. Call me if you need anything or if Happy tries to do anything weird," he added with a wink and smirk at Happy. Poor Happy; Tony really did love to mess with him.

"Miss, we need to go," Happy asserted, only paying attention to you.

"Most importantly," Tony continued, completely ignoring Happy, "have a great first day, kiddo!" Tony grinned down at you while Pepper smiled endearingly and nodded in agreement. He quickly squeezed your shoulder as Happy pulled you away, waving at your new parents. Happy bickered to himself as you made their way down two flights of stairs into the garage. He led the way to a black Cadillac identical to the one you rode in across the country less than 24 hours before besides the New York and custom STARK13 license plate. He opened the backseat door for you to slide in and closed it after you. He drove out of the garage and up to ground level, down the driveway and eventually to the road. You peered out the window, taking in the New York skyline as they approached the city, Queens, and your next adventure.

As usual, Peter met his two best friends, Ned and MJ, right outside Midtown's front doors. Outside the front doors was a common meeting place for students as there was a long overhang connecting it to the drop-off lane and parking lot where most kids arrived.

"Peter, remind me why we can't just go inside?" Ned asked. He knew about Peter's secret identity and the Stark internship, but Peter was holding back info on this assignment or whatever it was.

"Mr. Stark has a new girl coming in and wants me to help her out a little today."

"Lame," MJ added.

"Hey, I mean, you don't know that, right Peter?" Ned said, eyes shifting to his other friend. "Did you meet her already? How do we know who we're looking for?"

"Yeah, I met her," he said. "I'll recognize her." His mind drifted back to her, her face, her smile, her voice; though his cheeks only heated with frustration.

"Well, what's her name? What's she like? Tell us about her!" Ned babbled, always excited to meet people. Before Peter could answer him, he recognized a shiny black Cadillac pulling up. His friends followed his gaze and the group watched as Happy got out to open your door despite you already opening it on your own.

"I can open doors!" you giggled, smiling across the roof of the car at Happy standing outside the driver door. "Thank you for the ride, Happy!" Happy grinned back across the roof of the car at you, only further igniting Peter’s jealousy as he wondered how anyone could get Happy to like them.

"No problem, kid," Happy called out as you started walking toward the doors with a wave. "I'll pick you up after school. Have a great day!" With that, he slid back in the car and drove off. You stopped on the sidewalk at the edge of the overhang and looked up at the front of your new school to get a feel for the building. It was made of solid bricks with blue letters reading "Midtown School of Science and Technology" on top of the overhang with a blue and yellow logo. You took a deep breath and walked forward, almost immediately catching Peter's eye with a wave and striding toward him.

"Dude," Ned whispered, "you didn't tell us she was gorgeous?!" Peter turned and whacked his friend’s shoulder as you were close enough that you could've overheard. Peter and Ned silently fought back and forth until they saw another student stop you in your tracks.

"Hey girl, name's Flash," the boy blocking you chimed in. "You must be new, I would notice a pretty girl like you immediately." With a wink, he tried to spin around and swing his arm up, over your head, and around your shoulders. Concerned he was trying to hit you, you simply ducked under his arm, and his swift "move" failed as he spun around and lost his balance. You froze as laughs broke out of surrounding students but calmed when you determined they were primarily directed at the boy who was now flailing on the ground and trying to get up.

"Ok, I see how it is…playing hard to get. You haven't seen the last of me!" he yelped as his posse of friends pulled him away.

"That. Was. Awesome!" Ned almost shouted as you finally made her your up to the group. "I'm Ned, by the way. Peter's friend! Nice to meet you, what's your name?" Ned asked with his hand out.

"Hah, thanks. My name is Y/N, nice to meet you too." Ned was so forward, not at all like high school kids you saw in the movies. Thank goodness, you thought.

"MJ," the girl on Peter's left said with arms crossed.

"Nice to meet you, MJ," you said with an even wider smile. You were already making friends - maybe this wouldn't be so bad. You had so many questions to ask them and so desperately wanted to get to know them.

"Uh, hey Peter, thanks for agreeing to help me today," you said, your voice smooth as you addressed him.

"Yeah. Well! We should get to the office and get your schedule," Peter interjected, promptly marching to the front doors with his mission in mind. You frowned at the concrete and nodded, concerned you did something to offend the boy. Pushing the thought aside you followed the trio through the doors and into the main hallway, where you weaved through groups of kids until you eventually reached a windowed office with a sign on the door reading "Main Office."

"Ok, the lady at the desk should have your schedule," Peter mumbled. "With that you're all set. See you around," he said and turned around, his friends shrugging, waving, and following just behind him. It didn't take long for Ned to whack Peter's shoulder back. Not nearly as hard as Peter did earlier since he lacked superhuman strength, but definitely hard enough to get Peter's attention.

"What the heck, man?" Peter spit out, turning to face his friend at his locker.

"Dude, you were a serious ass," MJ said, contributing more words than she had all day.

"Yeah," Ned nodded along, "What's up with you? You've been dark and weird all day."

Right then, you passed them in the hallway as you wandered to find your first class, smiling kindly with bright eyes as you waved. Ned grinned and waved back excitedly as ever while MJ did her classic one quick wave with a nod. Peter glanced up and made eye contact with you before immediately looking back into his locker, only to be slapped again by Ned and MJ on each shoulder simultaneously.

"OW!" Peter jumped. "Stop it, you guys!"

"We'll stop it when you stop being an ass," MJ replied, taking none of his attitude.

"She seems nice, Pete. Why are you being weird?"

"I'm not," Peter dodged. "I don't know what you're talking about." The first bell rang, meaning they had five minutes to get to class. Peter turned to escape this discussion as quickly as possible and walked off in the same direction you had, thankful he didn't share his first class with his friends.

"Literally saved by the bell," Ned shouted after him with an eye roll. "We'll get to the bottom of this Parker, you haven't escaped yet!"

The first class on your schedule was Chemistry. After that, you’d go to World History, English, and Computer Science before getting a break for lunch. Lastly, you had Precalculus and P.E. You found the first classroom without much problem and found a seat at a lab bench at the front of the room. You got back up to introduce yourself to the teacher per Steve’s advice (and Tony’s mocking) and were relieved that the teacher seemed to cut you a little extra slack as a new student. As you sat back down in your seat before class, Peter walked in. You looked up with round cheeks bookending your soft smile. When his eyes found hers as he looked for a seat, they widened briefly before darting to the ground. I must've done something to upset him, you thought. Shaking his weird behavior off, you focused on taking thorough notes and paying detailed attention despite it being only syllabus day. It kept your focus all the way until the bell marking the end of class rang and students exited. Before you could even find him, Peter vanished.

Walking into your World History class after a bit of searching, you found Ned. He quickly ushered you over to the seat next to him and started up a conversation immediately.

"Is that your schedule?" he probed, grabbing the paper when you nodded. "We have this class and the next one together! MJ is in the next one with us and you have fourth period with her. Then all four of us have precalc and P.E. together after lunch!" He told you all about the teachers and their quirks until the bell rang and you immersed yourself back in your note-taking.

This continued into the next class - English - but with MJ, too. Ned continued to do most of the talking with MJ sitting quietly, but you didn't mind. Ned was entertaining and incredibly friendly. Even MJ, though not talking much, was kind and had quite the sense of humor. They helped you feel like you fit right in.

The next two classes flew by and, before you knew it, you found yourself walking out of Computer Science with MJ. MJ lead the way to the cafeteria, where you spotted the back of Ned's head and Peter's face as the two boys sat across from each other at a table. Peter once again glanced up and quickly back down when MJ caught his eye with her assertive stare.

"Do you want to go sit with them?" You prodded, knowing something was off with the group and feeling you might be the cause of it.

"Nah, Peter's being a brat," She walked directly to an open table and sat down, you following her lead while keeping an eye on Peter and Ned. "Can I draw you?”

"Uh, sure, why?"

"Dunno. I like to draw people," MJ said, already opening to a blank page and pulling out her pencil to start the sketch. "Just sit still while you eat, ok?"

The two of you ate like this for the remainder of lunch until you noticed the it was almost time for the bell to ring to tell you to go to class.

"Hey, wait. Did you want to draw me just to get me to stop talking?" You joked shakily, partially concerned it was true. MJ only snorted as you stood up and walked to Precalculus. Once there, you sat next to each other again, this time right in front of Peter and Ned. You took your same thorough notes, repeatedly drawing raised eyebrows from MJ. The same occurred in P.E. The teacher showed an introductory video starring none other than Captain America, so no one was required to wear gym clothes. It seemed like an easy enough day for everyone else, but of course you brought your trusty notebook.

Eventually the final bell rang and the four of you headed out toward the front of the school where the day began. Happy and the same black car sat right outside, so you said goodbye to Ned and MJ while Peter sulked behind them before you trotted off to meet up with Happy. You headed home, answered some questions from Tony, Pepper, and Steve about how the day went, and got to starting some reading for homework. Tony asked if Peter was nice, of course, but you didn't throw him under the bus. Maybe he was just having a bad day, you wondered. Who knows?

The rest of the week continued the same way. You headed to each class, furiously scribbled down notes, and talked mostly to Ned and MJ between classes. Peter still wouldn't talk much, so you started wondering if that was just his personality. On the other hand, MJ still wouldn't sit with him at lunch, each day calling him some variation of a "jerk." Flash continued to poke at you, suggesting you be friends with him. Needless to say, you kept ignoring him. He was appearing more and more like the school bullies you had seen countless videos of growing up and, though you consistently thought about saying something to him, you didn’t. At the end of each day, Happy would drive you home and you’d hang out with the Avengers - mostly Tony and Steve - for a bit before getting into homework and eventually going to bed. Training wouldn't start until the weekend, and boy were you happy for that. This first week was already draining. At the same time, however, you were excited to add something to your schedule as school was already feeling monotonous.

Until Friday, at least.

Peter stood at his locker before the first bell with Ned, who was talking to him about the Lego Death Star they were working on. Peter was initially embarrassed because they didn't talk about it much at school, but quickly worked past it as he thought back to the thrill of building it. They nearly finished the night before and planned to get it done over the weekend. Ned continued on about it as Peter's spider sense suddenly set him on edge. This happened occasionally at school but he tried to ignore it - what could possibly be going wrong on campus? Before he could think up an example, someone behind him pushed on his back and shoved him forward such that his head flew into his locker. Peter closed his eyes and took a deep breath before backing out of the metal locker and turning around to face none other than Flash Thompson and his yes-men.

"W-What do you want, Flash?" Peter protested.

"I just want you to admit that you made up your Stark Internship to seem cool. We all know it's fake," Flash mocked. A group of students started gathering around them as the two boys and their pit crews practically occupied the hallway.

Trying to get to your first class, you almost bumped into the huddled group. More concerned about being late to class than about pushing people, you forced your way through the wall of students only to find yourself at the edge of an open space where Peter and Flash were tensely facing each other. Your eyes found Ned's as you tried to figure out exactly what was happening.

"Sh-shut up, Flash," Peter spat back, "the internship is real…and you're just...jealous."

"Me? Jealous?" Flash roared back, demanding the crowd’s attention. "Bullshit. I drive an Audi TTS Roadster and you walk to school. Why would I be jealous of you?"

Ignoring every red flag waving in your head, you stepped in between them and finally faced Flash. "Hmm, I don't know," you mocked, "maybe because he doesn't feel desperate enough to keep hitting on the new girl that continuously turns him down? And because every other girl in school hasn't already turned him down? I don't know though, just a guess," you paused to let it sink in before going on. "Could also be that he doesn't have a weird name that sounds like a kindergartener made it up. Or that he has real friends. Again, just guesses."

"Oohs," "aahs," and "burn," were all heard from the crowd as you hastily pulled Peter and Ned away from the scene.

"What was that?" You asked. "Does that happen often? You know you could put him in his place without breaking a sweat, right? You are Spi-"

"SHHH!!" Peter and Ned simultaneously whispered, dragging you to an even quieter hallway around the corner. "No one knows but you, Ned, and the Avengers, remember?" Peter asked while also surveying the rest of the hall to make sure no one was listening.

"Yes, of course I remember. I just mean you could totally take him down. He's like a foot shorter than you and built like a pencil, after all.” Ned chuckled while a distracted Peter fidgeted.

“You could’ve gotten me exposed,” Peter whined as his eyes frantically darted around the hallway until the bell rang.

Ned wacked Peter again and scampered off to his first class. Now alone, you and Peter walked together to their first period chemistry class in silence. Your eyes traced your footsteps until you got to the main hallway where you were met with several high-fives from other students. When you reached the classroom, Peter opened the door and you sat down in your distant desks without another word.

Besides that incident, the rest of the day proceeded as usual. You went to World History, English, and Computer Science, enjoying sitting next to Ned and MJ despite the monotone lectures. Between classes, Ned couldn't stop retelling the events from the morning so MJ could experience them. He recounted the look on Flash's face being one of pure shock as if his beloved car was being towed. Though you weren’t super proud of your actions, this did put a smile on your face as you hadn't stayed at the scene long enough to see his reaction. From Ned's recounting, it seemed like your comments did exactly as you intended.

Peter, on the other hand, racked his brain all morning trying to figure out why you helped him. It doesn’t make sense, he thought. Tony Stark didn’t walk around picking up 15- and 16-year olds and making them Avengers. He definitely didn’t bring her in just to be his buddy. He must be ready to get rid of me, Peter determined, and I can’t let that happen.

Even from your distant lunch table, you could hear Ned steering his conversation with Peter to the morning drama. He couldn’t stop bragging about how amazing you were for standing up to Flash. MJ drew while you chuckled at Ned recounting what went down. Peter, however, remained unphased by Ned’s storytelling all the way up until their Precalculus class. The four of you sat down together as usual, you and MJ next to each other with Peter behind you and Ned behind MJ. Class was less than three minutes in when the teacher started describing a project you’d be working on with partners of your choice over the weekend.

Peter assumed he'd pair up with Ned - as always - and turned to face his buddy. But Ned, the good friend that he is, continued staring straight ahead and allowed only his eyes to slide over to see Peter staring at him expectantly. Deciding to follow through on his promise to get to the bottom of what was making Peter be so weird at the beginning of the week, he tapped MJ's shoulder.

"Hey, MJ? Wanna be partners for the project?" he asked. She shrugged and nodded before returning to her drawing. Accepting that as a yes, Ned turned slowly turned to face Peter, a massive grin plastered on his face. "Told you you wouldn't escape, spider-boy.”

Peter faced him with a grimace and glare, knowing exactly what his friend was doing. Friend, if he could call him that. You, meanwhile, were panicking internally. Partner project? How did that work? Suddenly a finger tapped your shoulder and you turned around to face the brown-haired boy with dark brown eyes sitting behind you.

"Hey, um, Y/N? Do you…have a partner for the project already? F-for the project?"

"Uh...no, I don't. Do you?" Ned and MJ watched your forced interaction like a movie; all they needed was popcorn.

"No, I-I don't. Do you want to be partners? With, um, me?" Peter stuttered, eyes dancing around every surface of the room but her face.

"Yeah, sure," you answered. Ned and MJ to high-fived for their work, though you were oblivious to their involvement. Peter glared at both of them the rest of class, however. Why would they make me be partners with her?

Class eventually got out and the four of you walked from Precalculus to P.E. MJ and Ned planned to work on their project that afternoon and get it over with, an idea Peter was happy to springboard off of. The sooner he could get done with this partnership, the better.

"Do you...want to come to my apartment after school today? You know - uh, so we can get the project done?” he asked as you walked.

"Sure! I have to check with Tony but I'm sure it'll be ok." You and MJ split up from the boys to go in your respective locker rooms. Tony replied quickly with his approval and you made plans with Peter to walk to his apartment when school got out. Ned and MJ, of course, giggled the whole class period, much to Peter's annoyance.

School eventually got out for the weekend and you met Peter at the front doors of the school. The two of you walked a few minutes before you finally spoke up, once again ignoring all the red flags flying.

"I'm sorry, Peter,” you mumbled.

"Why--I mean--what are you s-sorry for?" His forehead scrunched and nose crinkled at your comment.

"I'm sorry you have to work with me. I know you don't like me."

You kept walking, unbothered by your comment, but Peter stopped in his tracks overtaken by confusion, thinking hard trying to put the pieces together. She thinks I don't like her?

"What do you mean?" he finally asked.

Hearing Peter's voice behind you, you stopped walking and turned around. You didn't know where he lived and were supposed to be heading to his apartment, after all.

"I mean," you said, "I know you don't like me. It's not hard to tell. So I'm sorry you have to work with me." You turned back around and kept walking, hoping it was still the right direction.

"Y/N, wait," Peter plead as he jogged up behind you and hesitantly tapped your elbow, only stopping you. "Please," he stressed, finally getting you to turn around. "I guess…I don't hate you. That's not what's going on."

"You guess? Then what is going on?"

"I just...I…ok. Look. I've been the only kid at the compound for a few months, ok? I’ve been the only ‘Stark Intern.’ And Mr. Stark has done so much for me. I have him to thank for my suit and tons of other incredible things,” he explained, still staring at the ground.

"Um, ok…so?" You prodded, hoping for a fuller answer. Peter finally looked back up at you, your glowing eyes for what felt like the first time.

"So…when you showed up, and Mr. Stark was all over you on Monday at the compound? It…it made me think there could only be one of us. Mr. Stark went through enough heat when he first recruited me as one 14-year-old, but two? Why would he do that?" He almost shouted now but paused as a puzzled expression took over her face. Peter continued, his voice dripping with vulnerability. “I really, really want to be an Avenger someday to use my powers for good, and I think that you’re in my way.”

"Peter," you addressed, "Tony and Pepper adopted me. That's why I'm here. They want me to join the Avengers, yes, but I have zero fighting ability or powers or any abilities, really. I don't know what's going to happen in my future, but I will never have superpowers. You've got me there. I wouldn't want your spot anyway. I mean, I don't even think there are "spots." They'll use whoever is ready, willing, and able to fight the threat at hand. Tony may have been criticized, but he recruited you for a reason and he kept you for a reason. Trust me, you have nothing to worry about. I am zero threat to you. Or even less than zero, since I actually want to help."

You turned around and left Peter gaping. Had Mr. Stark mentioned that? That’s quite a detail to forget, he thought. He realized then that he had been too preoccupied with the girl that was now walking off in the wrong direction to pay attention to what Mr. Stark may or may not have said that day.

"Hey, Y/N?"

"What, Peter?" You snapped back, frustrated that this boy either couldn't or wouldn't understand.

"My apartment is this way," he snickered, pointing across a crosswalk. You stormed back to him and slammed the button to change the lights so you could cross. You stood in front of him, arms crossed and face stern; he looked at the back of your head for the second time that day. This time, though, with a grin on his lips.

The light changed and you crossed, still silent. Eventually you reached the door to Peter's apartment building. But he hesitated before opening it to summon every bit of courage he had.

"Ok. My turn," he stammered, slowly as if the words wouldn't come out. "I'm really sorry if I seemed distant. It was stupid of me to think you were trying to take my spot. I-I promise I'm not normally like that, and I want to make it up to you. C-can we start over? Besides you roasting Flash in front of everyone, though. Because that? Yeah, that was legendary," he joked, relief coursing through him as she smiled and laughed.

"Sure, Peter, we can start over. That said...maybe I really am in your way,” you said, ripping open the door and racing inside before Peter could realize what was happening. He dropped his head back laughing at what he had gotten himself into and followed through the door. You eventually got to the apartment and headed inside to finally get to work on your project.

You spread out papers across the coffee table to start brainstorming. You then worked together, minds operating on the same wavelength, and burned through the majority of the project in a couple hours before deciding to take a break. You asked about the Lego Death Star Ned had been going on and on about for days, so Peter took her to his room to show you the sacred object.

"It's almost done," he explained, picking it up gingerly like it was his life's work. "There are just a few more pieces, and we're kind of worried we're missing--"

"Do you think this is an important piece?" You leaned down and reached under the bed to pull out a small Lego that caught your eye with a flicker of light at just the right angle. Standing up, you held the piece up to Peter, who promptly (yet gently) set the Death Star down and snatched it from your hand.

"Oh. My. Gosh. I gotta call Ned," he burst out. "We've been trying to find this piece for weeks!" He quickly got Ned on the phone and chatted for just a minute before turning back to you, sitting in his desk chair with eyebrows raised at him.

"We want you to do the honors," he offered, holding out the piece with a toothy grin.

"It's not the last piece," Ned piped up on speakerphone, "that one is too special. But you've been a badass today and deserve this. Big time."

Laughing to yourself at how oddly excited you were, you took the piece and placed it exactly where Peter instructed. It fit just right and was surprisingly exhilarating for everyone involved.

"I want to be here when you get it done now that I'm a contributor," you insisted as Peter hung up his call with Ned and you left his room to get back to the project.

"Um…duh."

Without a hitch, you and your fellow Avenger got back to tackling Precalculus. You finished your project - including the extra credit - before the sun even set. Before you knew it, Happy was waiting outside with his characteristic snazzy black car.

"Well," Peter said as he opened the apartment door for you, "that was efficient."

"We make a good team, Parker," you replied as the two of you fist-bumped.

"I'll see you…later?"

"Of course, goofball," you joked, trying to ease the tension that suddenly hung in the air.

Now it was Peter's turn to ignore red flags. It was awkward, he knew that, but he didn't want it to be that way. He wanted you to be smiling that soft smile where the corners of your eyes pinched so he knew it was real. Gosh, he realized, I may have been trying to avoid her, but I was clearly paying attention. He thought about how girls would always hug each other at school - that was normal, right? Your eyes flitted from him to out the door and he knew you needed to go. You looked back to him for a second, catching your breath to say goodbye. Before you could turn around and disappear down the stairs, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you.

Your heart stopped for just a second before leaning in and wrapped your arms up around him. You had seen girls always hugging at school too, so this was normal. Right? What you weren’t fully prepared for was feeling his heart pounding in his chest as he held you against him. You exhaled completely - relaxed, warm, safe - and felt your eyes drift gently closed as you rested your chin on his shoulder. It was as if any tension you didn’t even know existed melted away in that moment and Peter reveled in it. He barely knew you, but as his own eyes pressed closed and he held you close, he knew this was how it was supposed to be.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Your phone lit up in your pocket and reminded you the real world existed. Pulling away just enough, you whipped it out and read the message, holding your phone between you and him. His nose was level with your forehead; the two of you still stood close enough that only the phone separated you from each other.

Happy Hogan: Are you coming?

Peter could read the text upside-down and his heart sank as your time was up. It was a weird feeling; he knew he'd see you again in two days but for some reason that felt too long. Both of you were still reeling from the hug - yes, the hug - so simple and innocent yet it felt just...right. Both of you fought grins trying to widen across your faces as you didn't want to be too eager. Both of your eyes danced around the room, down to their shoes, and briefly to each other's eyes, unsure of what to do now.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

"I…I have to go…" you whispered, gaze down but gradually finding its way to meet Peter's as you stared up through your eyelashes. Peter wasn't much taller than you, but it was just enough that with your chin down as it was now, you looked up at him with huge eyes that he believed held the world. He nodded. "Bye, Pete."

"Bye, Y/N," he echoed, holding the door as he watched you slip out and walk toward the stairs. You looked back halfway down the hall, still walking, but waving back at Peter, both of you still struggling to keep smiles off your faces as the corners of your lips twitched up. You made your way down the stairs and met Happy, who held the car door open for you and closed it behind you before getting in the front seat.

"Hey, kid," he asked, noticing your distant stare in the rear-view mirror. "You good?"

"Yeah," you answered, meeting his reflection before looking back out the window at the city. “Really good, actually. Thanks, Happy." As you drove through the city and back out toward the compound, you re-traced the events of the day in your head, trying to determine if it had all been a dream or if it was really reality for the second time that week.

As soon as you disappeared down the stairs, Peter closed the door and stood just inside his apartment with everything still pounding. He instinctually leaned his back up against the inside of the door as he pulled his phone out and scrolled through his contacts, then slid down until he was sitting on the floor while the phone rang.

"Ned?" he asked as soon as his friend picked up, "I'm in trouble."

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CHAPTER 10

Even though he had been given a room with a bed, Bucky still put a pillow on the floor of the room and a blanket. He still hadn't got used to actually..sleeping in a bed. When he woke in the morning, he stared at the ceiling. His head was a mess, he couldn't wrap his head around those feelings that were beginning to take hold for Irina. Even when he thought back to the times when she irritated the heck out of him, even to that time when she punched him in the face. Despite doing this, those feelings didn't change. He thought back to yesterday, to her wearing his top on the beach. The image was just that of beauty. How the water dripped down her skin, how her freckles lit up her face because the makeup had been all but washed away, to how her nipples poked through his shirt from the co-. No. No. A warmth spread over him, and he felt that familiar ache in the pit of his groin, and the hardness began to form. Was he really getting a hard on at the thought of his partner? No. He couldn't do that. Standing, he went to the ensuite, turning on the shower water as he stripped down and he stepped into the shower, turning the temperature to ice cold to try and rid himself of his problem downstairs. 

As that hardness faded away, the ache remained from denying himself. He wasn't going to....pleasure himself to the thought of his partner. Stepping out of the shower, drying himself off before he dressed. Walking downstairs, Irina was already there. He looked her over. She was wearing a red tight-fitting sundress. Bucky guessed he would be losing another top today "Morning." Bucky said as he walked into the kitchen, and Irina smiled at him.

"Good morning, James." Irina said, rather...enthustiastically.

"You seem really happy today." Bucky commented as he moved past her, taking the coffee pot as he made himself a cup of coffee. Bucky liked his coffee with his milk steamed, and two sugars. He always liked it like that.

"The sun is shining....its a beautiful day...." Irina said in a rather musical voice. Bucky sat down on the kitchen stool at the counter, taking a sip of his coffee before setting the mug down. When he did, Irina came over by his side, making him look at her... with suspicion "I need you to come on an adventure with me today."

"An adventure?" Bucky asked, and she nodded her head. Running his tongue over his bottom lip, he didn't really like the sound of that...Suddenly Irina lifted his cup of coffee, taking a sip from it. "Thats mine."

​"I know." Irina said, nodding her head, setting the coffee down. "It's nice."

"I know." Bucky replied flatly "It's my coffee..I made it." Irina rolled her eyes, setting the coffee back down as Sam came down the stairs.

"Morning." Sam greeted them, and Bucky nodded his head at him. "Another day full of activities."

"We have plans." Bucky suddenly said, causing Irina to look at him. Hell, he would do anything to get out of being stuck with Sam. "The adventure?"

"Mhm." Irina nodded her head with a smile 

Sam rolled his eyes, but as the morning continued, the rest of the team started making their way down the stairs. Bucky sat quietly, watching as Nat and Irina talked quietly to each other, Tony and Peter all but bonded over Tony's new upgrades on his suits, Banner and Steve talked well...about everything and Sam made breakfast. Clint finally came down, stretching before collapsing on the couch. It seemed he was using this vacation to rest from all the kids he had. Bucky did take notice of how, when Nat and Irina talked, Natasha's gaze went to Bucky every so often, before she looked back at Irina. Were they talking about him? Surely not? He watched as a smile threatened to pull on Irina's lips as she spoke, and how Natasha all but rolled her eyes before smiling. 

Irina suddenly went and got a backpack, putting some items into it before turning to Bucky "Eat your breakfast, drink your coffee." Irina suddenly demanded, and Bucky raised his brow "Adventure?" 

"Oh. Yeah. Great." Bucky nodded his head as Sam set the plate of food infront of him, before Irina ran up the stairs quickly. What the hell was she up to?

"What adventure?" Stark suddenly asked, looking at Bucky

"No idea." Bucky admitted, shaking his head. 

"I want to go." Peter said, frowning. 

"Sorry, kid, but, this was not my idea." Bucky said, picking up a piece of bacon before chewing on it.

"Make sure to bring your phone, Buck. Incase you get lost." Steve said, and Bucky looked at him "Irina isn't the best at directions."

"No she is not." Clint called to them "She got us lost numerous times, which always resulted in chaos."

"Yeah, her left and right are often mixed up." Natasha admitted. 

​"Good to know." Bucky said, finishing his breakfast as he downed the last drop of coffee before standing up. Suddenly Irina came charging down the stairs again, and he looked towards her. "Ready?" Bucky asked, and she nodded. Bucky lifted the backpack, putting it on as they walked out the sliding doors. The sun hit him instantly as they began walking across the beach. Wait, how did he know they were going the right way? Where exactly were they going? "Can you at least tell me what this adventure is?"

"I want to see where it leads up." Irina said to him with a smile "The whole stretch of the beach."  Nodding, they continued walking along. For most of the walk it was a comfortable silence as Irina looked around, but suddenly she hit him with those questions again. Most of them centred around his time in Wakanda. About his time there, what he did there. He told her, he did farming, entertained the children and, of course, he was cured of the brainwashing. 

Why did she take an interest in it? Maybe it was just the fact that she wanted to know her partner better. Yeah, he decided it was that. As they turned round the walkway, out of view from the house, it looked beautiful. The view was just..amazing. There was no other soul in sight, just the two of them, walking across the shoreline. As they came to a rocky patch, she stepped over it, walking further out and bending down to examine the little creature in it. "A little starfish." Irina whispered as she looked at it, and Bucky...thought it looked like a fucking alien. Nature was weirdly beautiful. As she walked back from the rocks, he took her hand, helping her down from them, and they continued on the path. He was in thought, thinking of how this reminded him of the peace he had found in Wakanda, before the skies opened up and the blip happened. 

"Do you get sunburn?" Irina suddenly asked, looking at him.

"Uh....I...don't...think so?" Bucky said slowly, raising his brow 

"How do you know?" She asked again

"I don't." He admitted, looking at her

"But with the serum do you have like, advanced healing don't you? So, like...you probably don't." Irina nodded at her own words "I do. I get lots of freckles."

​"I know." Bucky said, causing Irina to look at him with a raised brow "I can see them."

"Of course you would know, you have a very. bad staring problem, James." Irina teased, causing a smile to pull on Bucky's lips as he nodded "Did I tell you that Torres text me?" This made a feel of uneasiness spread throughout him

"No." He replied flatly, looking away.

"Well, he did." Irina admitted, clearing her throat "Asking me for another date." 

"'What did you say?" Bucky asked, looking at her with a sigh. 

"Well. What Torres didn't know was that, I know, he was seeing another girl whilst he was seeing me." Irina said, looking at him with a smile. "Nat found out. She finds out everything."

​Of course she did. Natasha Romanoff was a master spy. He didn't think Torres capable of being...dishonest, he was a nice kid, but if Natasha said he was doing it, then he would believe her. What Bucky did know was that Irina didn't deserve such disrespect and dishonesty, even if she didn't want to be with Torres and didn't show him the same manner of....interest that Torres showed her, she didn't deserve it. Torres should have just left the relationship and moved on. 

"What's in the bag?" Bucky suddenly asked, causing Irina to turn and smile at him. "What?"

"A bucket and a spade," Irina whispered, laughing. "we are going to build very good sandcastles."

​So, they settled down on  the shoreline, as Bucky took off the backpack, and Irina opened it, taking out the small kids, bucket and spade. He almost laughed when he saw it, because it looked ridiculous. So, they got to work building little sand castles. As ridiculous as it was, Bucky actually enjoyed it. It was simple, but he liked the simple things. Bucky actually got really into it, building what looked like a little palace. Irina looked up, narrowing her eyes at the fact that he had taken to the project. Standing, she walked over and looked at work.

"Would be a shame if someone knocked it down, James." Irina said, still staring at it.

"I will kick your ass if you do." Bucky whispered, concentrating on one of the pillars and she raised her brow at him as he looked up at her, "Irina, don't dare." 

​Clearing her throat, she looked full of mischief. "I would never." She whispered. Bucky turned, looking at her own before laughing "Hey! Its not that bad."

"It looks like a kid did it." Bucky commented and she gasped, shaking her head. "You're just jealous."

"No I am not." Irina defended, shaking her head. Well, Bucky thought she was. Instead, she got down and helped him with his. Did he enjoy spending time with her? Yeah he did. Once they were done, Irina decided that they should go a different way back, but Bucky was obviously cautious given that he was pre-warned about the fact that Irina was no good with directions. So they walked up the beach, going over the grass, and continued walking. But Irina looked confused, and Bucky was becoming frustrated because it all looked the same, and he should never had let her take them in a different way. Each time he asked her if she knew the directions, she hummed, nodding.

And it led to them bickering. Of course, "God, Irina, you have got us lost. Fucking stupid." Bucky hissed, and as soon as the words were out, he regretted it because Irina turned and looked at him. The last time he called her stupid she got upset, more than upset she was hurt. But instead of her looking hurt, she punched him clean square in the face before turning and walking off. What had been a peaceful, beautiful morning turned into a mess. He walked after her, calling her names a few times, but she didn't answer him. Finally when he did catch up to her, he grabbed her arm, but she tugged it away, shaking her head. So he instead, moved to stand in front of her, putting his hands on her shoulders to stop her from walking, but she pushed at his chest.

"Fuck off, Barnes." Irina whispered, shaking her head.

"Stop it. Im sorry." Bucky said, but she shook her head, looking up at him. Her eyes, hurt flashed in them, anger - god there was fire in her eyes and it burned bright "Come one, Irina. Im sorry."

"I am not fucking stupid." Irina gritted out, punching his chest and he nodded. "Stop calling me it. I thought you learned from the last time you called me it? Obviously not." Irina shook her head, trying to push past him but he grabbed her arms, stopping her "Barnes, I am warning you."

"Irina, calm down." Bucky hissed, and she furrowed her brows at him. Did she look as if she was going to punch him again? Yes. He was often surprised by how quickly she changed. One minute she was a bright ray of sunshine, the next she was this murderous little vixen "I said I am sorry."

"Well guess what, Barnes? Sometimes, sorry isn't good enough." Irina spat out, before Bucky dropped his hands, nodding his head. Of course it wasn't. words hurt. Irina moved around him, walking away, and he followed behind her. The walk was longer than he thought it was, or maybe it was because she was pissed off? Once the house was in sight, she quickened her pace until she reached the wooden decking, marching up it and sliding the door open and quickly going inside. Bucky soon followed, and was met with the confused looks of the team as Irina ran upstairs.

"What did you do?" Nat asked, sliding round in the chair to look at Bucky. 

"Nothing." Bucky lied

"He keeps calling me stupid!" Irina called from upstairs and Natasha furrowed her brows at Bucky. Did Natasha look pissed at him? Yeah, she did. Suddenly a door slammed, and he guessed it was Irina going into her bedroom. 

"Maybe keep the name calling to a minimum, Barnes." Natasha said, nodding her head before sliding off the stool as she went upstairs after Irina.

​Steve was staring at him, frowning. Okay, was everybody pissed at him? Maybe. Taking the backpack off, he set it aside before going upstairs into his room. Once he was inside, he actually lay on the bed. He did feel guilt, and the tender spot on his face from where Irina punched him reminded him off what he said. He lay staring at the feeling, just listening to the going to and from of people outside the room. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and he looked over as Steve's head popped in.

"Hey, Buck." Steve said, coming in as he closed the door. He slowly made his way over to the bed and sitting on it. "You alright?"

"Never been better." Bucky replied, sarcastically.

"You could at least try and talk to her?" Steve said, looking at him and Bucky shook his head.

"I did." He replied flatly, looking at Steve. "She punched me in the face."

Steve nodded his head slowly, looking down as a smile pulled on his lips. "Its not funny steve." Bucky hissed and Steve looked at him. He tried to keep a straight face but even Bucky could see the humour poking through.

"Could have been worse, she could have kicked your ass completely." Steve said, shrugging.

"Yeah, she could have." Bucky said, shaking his head as he looked up at the ceiling. 

"Why don't you just tell her how you feel?" Steve asked.

"Of course, Steve. I will go to her now. I will say, I am sorry for calling you stupid earlier. What I really meant is that I like you, and all I can think of is you, even though you irritate the life out of me." Bucky spat out sarcastically, before shaking his head "No, Steve." 

"Damn, is it that bad?" Steve whispered, sucking in breath as Bucky nodded "Well. If you don't tell her, it looks like you're setting yourself up to suffer, Buck."

"Its not as if I am not used to that, Steve." Bucky said, rolling his eyes. 

"Well, there is no need to this time, bud." Steve nodded at his own words, before standing and he went to the door before turning round and looking at him "Try apologisng again." Steve offered, before turning and walking out the door. Bucky sighed, looking at the ceiling. He would try apologising again, but what were the odds of Irina punching him in the face again? Very high. He supposed it would be good to at least let Nat calm her down first, just incase she launched from the window of the house. So, he lay there, thinking of the ways he could apologise. He could just go straight into her room, not let her talk and tell her he didn't mean it. He could wait, let the storm brew over. Wouldn't that make it worse? Maybe. 

Finally, he stood up, sighing. Walking out of his bedroom, he went to the door of Irina and Nats' room, knocking on it. When the door opened, he was met with a very pissed off looking Nat. She looked over at Irina, before stepping aside, opening the door. Walking in, the room was much larger than his, with two double beds just a few inches from each other. Irina was lying on one, looking at the doorway and her features hardened when her gaze settled on him. "Look I-"

"Nat, you can go." Irina said, and Natasha gave Bucky a look that basically said ' i will kill you', before nodding at Irina and leaving the room, closing the door. "What do you want, James?"

"To apologise," Bucky said as he walked further into the room, "I don't think you're stupid."

"Oh? That's hard to believe, given you're so keen on calling me that." Irina said, as she lay back, looking at the ceiling. "I could call you many things; arrogant, stubborn, mean. But I don't." She thought that of him? He supposed he...often enough gave that impression "But I won't, because you are my friend, and I don't want to hurt your feelings." 

Sighing, Bucky walked over to the bed and she rolled her head, watching him. Suddenly she moved over, patting the space next to her. Wait, what? He slowly sat down on the bed, lying back against he pillow and she moved, placing her head on his chest. Did friends..do this? He saw many times how she was with Tony, she would cuddle him, hug him..But Tony even said himself, he thought of her as a daughter. Steve, she sat on his lap that night when they returned to the compound shit faced, but he knew Steve well enough to know that Steve would think of her as a sister. Exhaling, he wrapped his arm around her "I can't promise I won't do it again, because I often say things that I later regret, and I have no filter. But, I don't mean it, not really." Bucky said softly, and Irina nodded "Are we okay?"

"Yep." Irina said, humming softly "But I will punch you in the face each time you call me it, James." 

"I have no objections to that." Bucky said, he heard Irina's soft laugh, and it made the corner of his lip tug, a smile pulling on his features. There was a few moments of silence and then he heard...Did she fall asleep on him? Looking down at her, her breathing was slowed, and she was almost curled into his side. Yeah, she had fallen asleep on him. She looked so peaceful. Then it hit him that he was her prisoner. He couldn't move incase he woke her. So, he accepted his fate and lay there. Looking down at her again, his hand lifted up as he stroked a stray strand of her chesnut hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Her skin felt so soft underneath his calloused fingertips, when he did it she hummed, rubbing her cheek against his chest as she moved closer to him. Friends didn't do this, did they? Heck, he didn't know what people done these days. It was all so different. 

He lay there for at least an hour or two watching her. Watching how her features contorted, then relaxed. Was she having a bad dream? It looked like it. As soon as her features had relaxed, relief filled him to know she was finally at peace. He counted each freckle, to his eye there were 45 spanning across the bridge of her nose settling on her cheeks. There could have been more, but he counted 45. Suddenly he felt he shifting, before she rolled on her back, stretching. When she did, he dress rid up her thigh, and he adverted his gaze because he did not need anymore of those thoughts, no. Suddenly she sat up, looking down at him with furrowed brows, he thought it was adorable how her eyes were still clouded with tiredness.

"How long have I been asleep?" Irina asked, her voice was still thick with sleep.

"An hour..maybe? Not long." Bucky said, tilting his head at her and watching her. Suddenly she collapsed back down on him, groaning.

"I have been up since early this morning," Irina admitted, sighing "Sometimes when I stay somewhere new it takes me a night or two before I can settle." 

"You are a homebird?" Bucky asked, and Irina looked up at him, nodding. He knew that feeling, he often found strange places harder to become custom too. The door opened, and Nat came in, closing it behind her, and she went over to the bed, lying on the bottom of it.

"Just came to make sure Irina here wasn't kicking your ass." Natasha commented.

"Not yet." Irina said, wait, yet?

"I thought....You punched me in the face already." Bucky said and Irina sat up, looking down at him with a smile.

"I would have kicked you off a cliff." Natasha said, shrugging. 

"I felt like it." Irina admitted, looking at Natasha "I can just go back and knock over the sand castle he spent ages making." Natasha furrowed her brows, looking at her.

"Don't even think about it." Bucky suddenly said, shaking his head. 

"You went to make sandcastles?" Natasha asked, sitting up slowly, looking at them as both Irina and Bucky nodded "You guys are weird." 

Yeah. They were weird. This was weird. That was one way to describe it. 

[kaciidubs]

Amazing Like You (Peter Parker x Reader) Chapter 4 - Final

Yup, this is a double feature for today! A blurb and a chapter! This isn’t going to become a scheduled thing, I just felt the need to post that blurb instead of waiting. Anyways, Chapter four will be the final chapter for this series, but I do plan on doing an Epilogue! Cheers to my first finished series, and the second series posted! **Italics show a flashback scene**

Chapter Title: Bandages and Confessions

Summary: After waking up in the medical bay Y/n has a lot of explaining to do to Peter.

| Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Masterlist |

Y/n groaned softly, her senses slowly coming to life as her ears were filled with a painful white noise. 

Closing her eyes tightly she sucked in a slow breath, slight twinges of pain sending shocks to her now awakened body. Opening her eyes, she quickly recognized the room she was in, it was one of the many medical rooms in Avenger’s tower. 

A deep frown graced her slightly puffed bottom lip, remembering what had transpired before she passed out, tears stinging the back of her eyes as she closed them with a sigh. She quickly opened them, however, when she felt the side of her bed shift slightly. Looking down she spotted Peter’s beautiful brown hair framing his sleeping face as it rested on her bed. 

She scanned his features slowly, his face void of all color and his eyes slightly puffed, his hair was tousled and frizzed, possibly from him running his hands through it. 

She smiled sadly, he always did that whenever he was stressed or worried, something she had grown to love about him. Stretching her hand down, she lightly traced her fingers along the side of his face, her fingertips dancing along his jaw and landing on his chin. 

He stirred slightly, letting out a sigh before opening his eyes tiredly; Y/n noticing that the natural brown was also surrounded by red, which caused her heart to break. Peter sat up quickly, smiling and taking her hand in his, tracing his thumb over her bruised knuckles. 

“You’re awake…” His voice was soft, but she knew he had been crying, possibly for the duration of how long she had been out. 

“Yeah… I am.” 

They stayed in silence for a moment, the sounds of soft breathing filling the atmosphere. 

“Why...?” Peter spoke, his voice filled with confusion and slight anger. 

Y/n didn’t speak, knowing exactly what he was talking about. 

“Why?” He repeated, holding her hand tighter as his own shook slightly. “Why did you go there by yourself? You could have gotten yourself killed!” He spoke, his tone growing louder with each word. 

She chewed her cheek as she felt her bottom lip tremble at his words. 

“What were you trying to do back there? I can’t believe you didn’t tell me, Y/n! I could have been there with you… You wouldn’t have gotten hurt if I was there…” 

Once she heard his voice crack her eyes instantly went to his face, hers wide as her tears fell. His head was bent down as his body shook, tears slowly sliding down his cheeks and towards the floor. 

“When I… When I saw him with his hand around your neck I… I got so mad I wanted to kill him, but Tony… And-And when I saw you on the floor I felt my heart break. You looked so… broken. I couldn’t stand seeing you in that much pain...” He stopped to take in a breath, shaking his head as if to get rid of the images in his mind. 

Y/n squeezed his hand tighter before letting out a broken cry, her chest heaving as tears continued to stream down her face. She wanted to stop, she wanted to woman up and deal with what she put herself through but she just felt so defeated. 

Peter slid into the bed next to her, pulling her to his chest as he bit his lip to control his own crying. He tenderly rubbed his hand up and down on her back in a soothing motion, rocking gently as he shushed her softly. 

“I-I’m so sorry Peter, I’m so so so sorry I didn’t mean to worry any of you guys I-I just-” She whimpered and sniffled, trying to catch up with her racing thoughts and faltering mouth. 

“Shhh it’s okay, just take a breath, for me, please.” He whispered, hugging her closer to him as he continued rocking. They sat in that position for a few more minutes, the tension in the room dying down with each smooth breath they took. 

“I’m sorry Peter…” She murmured softly, resting against his chest as his hand was now stroking her hair softly. “I just felt like...” A soft sigh blew past her lips, “I felt like I was the weakest person here because all of you guys have your separate powers and strengths and I still had yet to figure out my own powers…” 

“Why would you feel like that? You’re just as important as every one of us.” 

“Peter, I was jealous of you because you had time to experiment with your powers and gadgets, heck, you even got to go on missions with Tony and everything. I just felt like if I can’t figure out my own powers then what’s the point of me being here with all of you?” She felt a tear roll down her face before being wiped away by Peter’s soft thumb. 

His hand caressed her cheek softly before turning her face up to his. Her e/c eyes looked to his in slight confusion, but he smiled softly, gazing at her with a gentle stare. He leaned down slowly and pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss, pressing softly to be mindful of her bruised lip. 

The kiss only lasted a few seconds as he pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against hers. 

“Listen to me, you are just as important as any of us, as I am. Just because I had more time to figure out what I can do doesn’t mean I’m better than you in any type of way. Remember what Natasha said when she first made the both of us spar against each other?” 

The memory flashed in her head as if it happened yesterday, bringing a small smile to her lips.

|Flashback|

“Wow.” 

Natasha laughed as she looked at the view in pure pride. 

Peter laid flat on his back with his left arm trapped above his head as Y/n kneeled above him. 

Her left leg was situated on top of his neck, but her right kept her from applying any pressure to it; while her right hand was clutched in a fist, directed towards his face as if she were going to punch him. 

“So, that’s 6 for Y/n and a strong 2 for Peter!” She called out happily as Y/n laughed, shifting herself to sit on Peter’s stomach. 

“It should really be 7 – 1 but I decided against breaking out of his weak pin against me.” She spoke sassily, sticking her tongue out at the brunet boy underneath her. 

“Hey, I didn’t want to hurt you!” He whined before sticking out his tongue in retaliation. 

“Sure, Peter, or you just like having me pin you down.” She winked as she crossed her hands over her chest, sitting up taller. 

Peter’s eyes widened as a fierce blush covered his face, “W-What?! No-No it’s definitely not like that!” 

She started laughing as he tried to explain himself, poorly might she add. 

“Alright, Alright, let’s save the banter for next time. For now, I can say that Y/n is the better fighter between the two of you.” 

With that, Natasha made her way out of the training room, still hearing the two teens go at it.

|End of Flashback|

“No matter how good I thought I was you always had a way of showing me I still had room to improve on; powers or not, you are just as important than anyone else here, you have strength that surpasses each and every one of us, especially me.” 

Y/n felt her face heat up at his words of comfort, resting her head on his shoulder to hide what she could of her blush. 

“T-Thank you Peter… That means a lot.” 

Peter blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck bashfully, “It’s only the truth, and if I have to tell you about it multiple times I will, without hesitation.” 

Y/n nodded slowly, closing her eyes to relish the heartwarming moment between the two; which was instantly short lived as her eyes shot open. 

“Oh god… If you and Tony found me then… What about the others?” 

Peter laughed, clearly hearing the anxiety behind her words, only fueling it more, “Oh yeah, everyone else knows; especially Natasha.” 

Y/n groaned and closed her eyes again silently wishing she didn’t think about how everyone was going to react, especially since she was awake now. 

Peter laughed and kissed the top of her head, “It’ll be fine, just rest for now okay?” 

She nodded as a small laugh left her lips, pulling Peter to lay against the medical bed with her before both falling into a much-needed rest.

[just-pretend-i-can-write]

Earth-6420

Peter Parker x reader (eventually)

Peter is asked to go into another universe to start a chain reaction to help things get better. This is part one, reader will come in on part two

word count: 1530

Peter pov: Earth-616

The bell just rang when I got the the summons. I was washing my hands in the bathroom sink, I left my study hall to use the bathroom, and words started appearing on the mirror in gold lettering, all caps. ‘COME TO THIS ADDRESS IMMEDIATELY MR. PARKER: 77A BLEECKER STREET, NEW YORK CITY, NY.’ Honestly, at this point I wasn’t even surprised by the magic lettering. I just grabbed a pen out of my back pocket and wrote the address down in the palm on my hand. Honestly, I was a little annoyed. I was going to work on upgrading my computer tonight. Mr. Stark was still giving me an… well, he called it an allowance, I called it a paycheck, we compromised and now call it’s an allowance.

I shot a quick text to Aunt May, something about a job opening at a pizza shop in Greenwich Village. I had to pull a few stings (and by I, I mean, I begged Tony to pull a few strings) to have her brain wiped of the finding-out-that-I’m-spider-man incident. It was for her own safety, after Mr. Thoomes’s little threat of ‘I will kill you and everyone you love’, I didn’t want to risk my last family member being threatened because of my day job. In response to the text, I got a few emojis ‘Okay’ and a few more emojis. I laughed and opened my locker to grab my backpack. I had gotten more careful about where I put them, this was only my second backpack this month. I slid the bottom stack of books into the bag, figuring that even if I didn’t need all of them, I’d study or something after I got back from Greenwich.

I told Ned to make up an excuse for me for missing practice, probably a bad idea. I loved the guy, but he wasn’t the best with secrets or excuses. He winked at me, telling me he had this, and I knew I had another detention coming my way. I jogged out of the school, ducked the corner and stopped, debating if I should go all spideied up or just take the subway. Why not make an entrance? I grinned to myself and ran a little farther away from the school into a different alley to strip and suit up.

Within ten minutes (no traffic when you swinging on buildings), I was looking over what I once thought was a haunted building. I swung onto it’s roof and scuttled onto the skylight, looking through into a vast loft filled with dusty artifacts. It looked like a museum. I didn’t see anything… living though. Well, didn’t see anything living until after the swirling vortex of sparks opened underneath me. I landed in a hard chair, and from the impact, my eyes were jarred out of whack... again. For a good thirty seconds all I saw was black and white bars until I got them situated.

“Can you take off the mask, Mr. Parker? I’m not a fan of them.” Saided a distinguished man, a few years old than my aunt. He had his fingers steepled over his mouth and a look of judgement scribbled over his face. I hesitated to take off the mask, studying the man once more before deciding he wasn’t a threat. I pulled off my mask and shook out my hair. “I never understood heros and the jump suits, it seems a little ridiculous, don’t you think?” He waved his hand and an antique tea set started to work on it’s own. I was a little to dumbstruck to answer. “I suppose you wouldn’t, all of your versions wear them.” He shook his head. “Tea?” One of the cups floated towards me, and I finally found my voice.

“I… I’m n-not much of a t-tea person.” I stuttered, my eyes wide. Like I said before, not much surprised me, but this took the cake. I was sitting across from a wizard that could do wandless magic.

He sighed and waved his hand again, the tea turned into a bottle of Coke, “Not many people I have the pleasure to meet are tea drinkers, shame. Tea does a lot of good for you.”

I just nodded along to it, not sure why he called me here to have tea and small talk. How the heck did he even know my name? As far as I was concerned I had never met the man before in my life. “Who the hell are you?” I blurted, lurching forward. Thankfully the bottle of Coke was still closed, otherwise I would have had one heck of a stain to explain to Mr. Stark.

“Oh, sorry, I forget, not everyone has an insight to the world.” He chuckled, “My name is Dr. Strange.” He paused, waiting for admiration.

I sat quiet for awhile before clearing my throat, “Oh… ‘m Peter… Parker. But you already… knew… that…” I drummed one hand on my leg and clicked my tongue, looking around the room at the artifacts, “So… why am I here?” I asked slowly meeting his eyes.

Dr. Strange stood, “Yes, follow me.” I don’t think I had a choice because as soon as he said that our entire scene changed. Thank goodness for spidey senses and quick reflexes or I would have ended the shift on my butt. We were standing at an green orb thing supported by a silver pedestal, acrossed it in gold letters (what was it with this guy and gold?) was a simple message. ‘Send help.’

Strange put his hand on top of the orb, “I got this message last night from an alternate realm, from an alternate me. This the only piece of it that came through clearly.” He rotated his hand counter clockwise and a bunch of jumbled letters appeared. ‘Hro oe. ord brn  acs.’ The lines in Strange’s face deepened, “I think the other me’s powers are weakened, used to only supply steadiness to his hands, so he is out of practice. The length of the message journey does no difference to signal, only the flow of magic through it as it travels. Unless the magic flow was interrupted, then that is the only explanation.”

I was still stuck on his first sentence, “There are alternate universes?” I asked, dumbstruck. Apparently there was a lot to learn about the world I had now been in for two years.

“Keep up kid,” Strange barely looked up at me, “I need a hero that isn’t in that universe to go help fix everything, or start a chain reaction. I’ll be scrying into the world’s future, once the chain reaction is started, I’ll pull you back through to this world and you can go on with your life.”

“So, what? I wasn’t born in that universe?” I asked.

“Oh, no, you were. You were just killed two years ago by these things called sentinels built by Tony Stark and Bruce Banner.” Strange said in a casual manner, like it wasn’t a bad thing I was killed.

“So, lemme see if I have this straight. I go,” I pointed at the orb, “to wherever this came from. Kick some butt, change a few minds, and be back… when? In a couple months? I don’t think I told you this, but I need to be home by dinner, my legal guardian thinks I’m at a job interview, not a interuniverse mission interview.” I shook my head, “Thanks but no thanks.” I turned around and began to walk away.

I didn’t get very far.

I took two steps and the scene shifted so I was walking towards Mr. Magic, “You’ll be home before dinner. You’ll be home before the hour has passed. When you travel through dimensions, no time passes.” Doc sighed at my expression, “Have you ever watched or read Narnia? It’s like that. Now, are you a hero or not? Put on your big boy tights and help me make an interdimensional portal to get you to Earth-6420.”

I didn’t have room to say no, or at least not any admirable room to say no. So I helped the guy, got him his supplied, loaned him some of my hair. He called me a good little assistant. While he worked on the spell he explained something that was called the multiverse. There was our universe, Earth-616. There was the one I was about to enter, Earth-64200. There were a lot of others as well: Earth-1218, where we never existed. Earth-1602, where Killgrave ruled. Earth-2149 where we were nothing but Zombies. And hundreds of others.

After a while of talking, Strange finally ushered me to the portal, this was surrounded by another glowing spark ring. Through it was a dingy world below me, empty streets, only dime street lights giving me any access of sight, and don’t get me started at the smell. While I was looking over the edge, Strange’s cloak pushed me through. I guess I was taking to long for it. I fell for a few seconds before I was able to swing and catch myself on the side of the building, just in time to watch my way home close.

[lightshadowverisimilitude]

Purple Fog 2/?

Part two of my MCU/AVAC crossover - you can find part one here.

Mind the cut!

It was like moving through marshmallows on a glass floor. Tony kept a monitor on the air quality as he pushed through the center of the channel where the fog was the thinnest, and regretted not insisting that everyone wore oxygen masks. The air was thick with water and light on oxygen, but Tony had picked the shortest path based on all the drones that had gone through. He could hear Peter’s heavy breathing close to his helmet – struggling, but not panicked. It was difficult to maintain a steady pace when he wanted to rush them through the fog as quickly as he could run, but it would be more dangerous to move too quickly to adjust for the slight movements of the tunnel.

Tony broke through the fog so abruptly that he stumbled. The ground under his feet turned from smooth as glass to the dirt floor of the strange forest they’d seen through the drone transmissions. Natasha bumped into his side with a soft oath and immediately doubled over coughing. Without being told, Peter sprang off Tony’s back and tugged on the webbing between Natasha and Hope, pulling her through the last few feet. With a twist of his fingers, Peter started snapping webbing.

Grabbing Natasha under her arms, Tony pulled her away from the fog and leaned her against a tree trunk. As soon as he was sure she would stay upright, he helped Hope over to the same place, and then hurried over to help Peter pull the rest of their people through the fog. Scott came through with Sam half leaning over his shoulders, and Steve stumbling blindly afterward. All three of them went down when Scott stumbled, landing in a pile of flailing limbs and coughs. Steve landed half in the fog and rolled away from the portal. Tony got his hands around Steve’s knees and twisted him out of the fog before they got a chance to figure out where matter went once it passed into the bank.

Tony flipped up his faceplate. “Everyone alright?”

The coughing had mostly subsided, and they were already starting to get back to their feet. Tony got a shoulder under Sam’s arm to help get upright, and tapped him on chest once he was sure Sam was steady on his feet.

“Man, I’d love to not have to do that again,” Sam said, bumping a fist on his chest. He pulled his goggles off so he could rub at his eyes.

Next to him, Scott opened his helmet and looked around at the others. “Well, that was fun,” he said with a broad smile. Hope threw a rock that hit him between the shoulder blades. He ducked too late, covering the back of his head and looking at her under his arm. “What was that for?”

Climbing back to her feet, Hope tossed another piece of gravel at him and stretched backwards with one hand pressed to her stomach. She turned a slow circle, and said, “Freaky.”

Assured that everyone was going to survive the trek through the fog, Tony followed her gaze to the trees around them. They were spindly things with smooth dark bark, and bright puffs of yellow foliage on the end of the branches. Tony snapped the faceplate closed and examined them again. He didn’t have a connection to Friday anymore, but he’d loaded Tadashi into the suit before leaving.

“Heya, Tony,” Tadashi greeted, coming online. “Where the heck are we?”

“No idea, buddy. You tell me.”

There was a moment of silence and then Tadashi said, “GPS is nonfunctional. I think you made a mistake installing me, big guy. These trees are weirdly similar.” Several of the nearby trees were outlined in blue, and then rotated and stacked on top of each other. They matched almost branch-for-branch. “Strange pruning. Are we sure these are real trees and not just set pieces?”

Tony stepped up to one of the alien things and flicked his wrist to peel the gauntlet back. He put his bare hand on the trunk. It felt real, solid and slightly cool to the touch. He used one repulsor to gently slough away the bark and drill into the body of the tree. Nearly opaque greenish-yellow sap leaked out.

“Looks real,” he decided, and brushed his fingers over the tree in a silent apology. The wind rattled through the branches as though it were protesting the damage. Tony stepped away quickly just in case it actually was trying to decide on whether or not to go Whomping Willow on him. “Everyone keep an eye out for local wildlife,” he said, scanning through the trees himself.

CUT

Natasha, Sam, Rhodey, and Steve had already spread out to form a perimeter. True to his word, Peter crouch less than a foot from Steve’s side, looking curiously up at the trees. Tony made a private bet with himself that Peter’s promise to stick to Steve’s side like glue would be forgotten as soon as he found something interesting in the trees to chase after. He should have been call Catman with how attracted he was to moving objects.

Steve cast a glance at the sky. “It’s still daylight,” he said quietly. He turned his wrist to check his watch and asked, “Has it ever been dark when the probe came through?”

“No,” Tony answered after a moment’s thought. “Some kind of universe of perpetual daylight?” he wondered aloud. In the shade cast by the trees, it was mix of twilight on the ground with bolts of clear sunlight spearing through the leaves and lighting on the equally strange undergrowth. Tony popped the faceplate open one more and shaded his eyes with his bare hand. He flicked the gauntlet closed once more. “That’s going to get old in a hurry.”

“We can’t just stay here and sunbathe,” Rhodey pointed out. He gestured through the trees. “Split into twos to scout?”

Before anyone could respond, there was a flash of red, and Peter was up in the trees. Tony snorted and checked the clock in the bottom corner of his HUD. Less than five minutes – he’d overestimated Peter’s attention span.

Steve looked up into the tree and pointed sharply at the ground. “Get down here!” he hissed.

“I’m just looking,” Peter called back down. He scrambled up among the branches and disappeared between the leaves. Yellow dust rained down after him, forcing Steve to cover his eyes with a forearm and step back.

Tony stepped up to Steve’s side. “Let him look. Better him fighting with the alien tree than one of us old geezers.”

Steve’s lips twitched upwards. “Speak for yourself, old man.”

“Do you need me to say it a little louder, gramps?”

Steve laughed faintly. His hand dropped to his hip and he shook his head faintly, but he didn’t say anything else as they waited for Peter to climb back down. After a minute, Peter dropped upside-down, clinging to his web with his knees tucked up nearly to his shoulders and his wrists below the line of his ankles.

Concealed behind his faceplate, Tony’s right eye twitched in mild jealousy over Peter’s ludicrous flexibility. He didn’t think he’d been that flexible even at sixteen. He laughed quietly to himself, a twitch of his fingers keeping the external speakers off. He’d finally arrived at the day of openly envying the young, though hopefully he could keep himself from becoming the old man that hated them for it.

“There’s buildings over that way,” Peter said, twisting around like a worm on a hook to get his bearings and flinging an arm out behind him.

“Get down from there,” Steve said, flicking his fingers toward the soil again.

Peter obligingly let go of the web and flipped nimbly back to his feet, scattering yellow dust and crunching into the carpet of dead leaves on the ground. He stayed there, crouched with his heels together and his fingertips resting lightly between his toes. Rhodey joined them, pushing the faceplate up so his helmet retracted. He was in the heaviest of the War Machine armors, and had a good five inches on Tony, even in the Iron Man armor. He was a walking tank with enough of an arsenal to lay siege to a small nation. Tony had made it more streamlined, more maneuverable, and painted the armor bright silver with black embellishments and the tiniest hits of blue to distance it from the War Monger armor, but there were still moments when Tony caught it out of the corner of his eye and felt a tingle of fear flash through him before he saw Rhodey’s face and it was all made better.

“What’s the plan?” Rhodey asked. His arms hung down at his sides, and Tony started running scans on the armor, wondering if Rhodey would tell him if it were too heavy for comfort. He’d tested it himself, tuned the servos so the suit supported itself and responded to every twitch of muscle like an extension of the body. Tony knew from experience that even the small muscle twitches added up, especially in the shoulders and chest – there was only so much even Tony could do to combat gravity.

“I think you had it right,” Steve answered after a brief pause of staring off in the direction Peter had indicated. “Split into groups, stay on comms, and approach from different sides, see what we can see. Take Natasha and circle around east…” he looked down at his compass, and huffed out an annoyed voice when he realized it was spinning uselessly. “Go left anyway, five hundred yards. You’re not exactly quiet in the suit, so mind your steps. I’ll take Spiderman and Sam to the right. Iron Man, go straight through with Scott and Hope. I’m sure I don’t have to tell anyone to stay away from the fog, but stay away from the fog. If your path is blocked or the ground starts looking even a little bit misty, turn around and come back. We’ll set this as rendezvous if anyone gets in trouble, we’ll meet back here. Sound good?”

He looked at Rhodey first, waited for a nod, and then turned his attention to Tony. His forehead was concealed under his cowl, but Tony could tell by the pull on his cheekbone that Steve had an eyebrow hiked up.

Tony nodded as well, but gestured at Peter. “Might want to keep Wonder-Under here in the trees.”

Steve nodded after a brief hesitation where Tony thought he was hearing the message, ‘it’s probably safer up there,’ and then looked down at Peter and warned, “Stay out of sight.”

Peter tossed him a jaunty salute, and was gone in an instant, vanishing back into the foliage in a cloud of yellow dust.

~*~

Part way through the forest, it transitioned from repeating alien trees into leafy deciduous trees that wouldn’t have looked out of place in Central Park, but they were just as alien, just as unsettling because they were all identical. Tadashi alerted him to a flash of movement in the underbrush, and Tony immediately dropped to one knee and held out a repulsor. Hope and Scott were mounted on their flying ants and clinging to his armor. Even Tony’s sensors were not sensitive enough to pick them out where they sat on his shoulder, so he just hoped they were holding on tight.

“What was it?”

“Not sure,” Tadashi answered. “Something small. An animal, probably, unless there are toddlers running about out here.”

“Or giant alien spiders,” Tony pointed out. He locked the suit joints so no unintentional creak of armor gave him in case what he imagined to be a tarantula the size of a corgi hadn’t spotted him yet.

“Yikes,” Tadashi said. “Jump right to the worst case scenario, why don’tcha.”

“Thank you, I will.” Tony moved the camera view with a twitch of his eyes, scanning behind him as well. Nothing moved by the air through squat, unnaturally well-groomed brushes and curling ferns.

“Taking a nap, Iron Man?” Scott asked after several minutes of silence.

Tony didn’t respond immediately, though he was starting to feel foolish kneeling on the ground and jumping at ghosts. Before he could decide whether to shift or not, the bush shuddered and a small black shape shot out from beneath the leaves, hissing and flapping stunted wings as it waddled through the carpet of dead vegetation.

“Tadashi?” Tony asked calmly, “Was that a penguin wearing a machine gun belt?”

“Um… Well, it would seem that way.”

Blinking after the retreating penguin, Tony nodded once. He pursed his lips. He nodded again. “Alright. We’ve seen stranger things.”

“Sure,” Tadashi agreed readily. “Which ones, exactly, were stranger than a penguin wearing a machine gun belt? I’m pretty sure it had an eye patch, too.”

“Well, the eye patch pushes it over the edge of strange,” Tony said, surprised at how reasonable he sounded, even to himself. “Alright. Keep an eye out for any more… warrior penguins. Heaven forbid the machine gun comes trolling out of the trees.”

Tadashi snickered. “Maybe earth is about to be invaded by a penguin army.”

“After the day we’re having,” Tony said, “I would not be surprised.”

“Come on. You’d be a little bit surprised,” Tadashi argued as Tony unlocked the joints and rose to his feet.

He caught a flash of one of the ants lifting off and then resettling themselves on his shoulder, and set out again, keeping a careful eye on the underbrush for other unexpected surprises. He’d seen enough strange in the last several years that he didn’t have a mantra of ‘you’re going crazy, this is crazy, you’re dreaming, and crazy. Or maybe dead,’ like he might have before Afghanistan – hell, before New York, even. He just forged through the forest of what looked like Lazy Programmer Only Designs Two Trees and Three Bushes in an otherwise perfectly rendered environment, and watched his feet in case there were militant squirrels running around. Just another Tuesday.

The trees thinned and Tony caught a glimpse of the backside of building just before Tadashi warned him to get down. He crouched down behind a tree as a young woman walked down the path staring at her phone and occasionally stopping to take selfies with statues and bushes. She was two hundred yards away, but Tadashi helpfully zoomed in so he could see her better. She was wearing bright yellow short shorts and a matching jacket with a black shirt underneath. Her fingerless gloves matches her green belt, and her hat and laced booties matched her jacket.

“Definitely less threatening than a machine-gun totting penguin,” Tony decided.

“Want Scott and me to go in and take a closer look?” Hope asked as the young woman passed around the building and out of sight.

Tony settled himself closer to the ground and did another sweep of what they could see from the tree line. From his limited vantage point, it looked like a college campus. The back of a towering statue of a man in a business suit was just visible if he leaned around the tree, and beyond that was a building with wide steps and Greek columns in the front.

“Take a look,” Tony decided, “But be careful. If whoever runs this place actually is controlling that fog, we have no idea what kind of technology or technology dampening abilities they might have on hand.”

“We’ll be careful,” she promised, but they were both already in the air and buzzing steadily toward the campus.

Tadashi tracked them until they turned the corner, and then continued to compile whatever data he could manage from their position, giving him a running list of distance between buildings, the height of the statue, a zoom of the columned building that confirmed it be an admin office, and the species of plants in the area that he could identify. Rhododendrons, yellow and red poppies, and green chrysanthemums were arranged in neat beds between identical walk ways, the grass was a uniform length without a single stalk out of place, and the buildings all looked as if they’d just been completed the day before, shiny and new.

“Iron Man checking in,” he said, activating the comm to his teammates. “I’ve made it to the edge of the forest. It looks like some kind of college campus.”

“We’re here too,” Steve reported a few breaths later. “I agree. I can see what looks like a library, and maybe some kind of lab. There’s a weird tower on top that’s sparking electricity. Rhodes, how about you?”

“Not quite there yet,” Rhodey said. Tony could hear the crunch and thump of his footfalls on the forest floor.

“Hey, did anyone else see an armed penguin on the way in?”

There was a brief moment of silence in response, and then Peter asked, “Like…a penguin with human arms?”

Tony twitched. “Did you see a penguin with human arms? Was it carrying a machine gun?” Considering the weirdness of the forest and campus, he wouldn’t have thought that anything could make him blink, but his attempts to picture a penguin with arms was sending shudders of wrong flying down his spine.

“Have you walked through any suspicious clouds of gas while we’ve been here, Tones? Stop to eat any local berries?”

“That was one time, Rhodey, and they were not even poisonous anyways.”

“I saw the penguin too,” Scott added helpfully. “It didn’t have human arms – which, by the way, is an image that will give me nightmares for the next year, thanks, kid – but it did have a machine gun belt and eye patch. Which is slightly less nightmarish than a human-armed penguin, but only very slightly.”

The resulting silence was clearly suspicious until Hope put in, “It’s true. Unfortunately.”

“Are we being invaded by a penguin army?” Peter asked immediately, and for some reason sounded excited by the prospect. “Was it at least cute?”

“It had a machine gun belt,” Tony stressed.

“Penguin with a machine gun belt could be cute. Hey, where was it? Maybe I can get a picture for my school newspaper, and my Twitter account. It would be like the mermaid thing all over again.”

“Alright, cut it out,” Steve broke in before the conversation could get any more surreal. “What do you see from up there?”

“Tony…?” Rhodey interrupted before Peter could answer. “Switch your screen to patch into my display.”

Tadashi obligingly interfaced with Bolo and patched Tony into Rhodey’s display. Rhodey was hunkered down behind a large hedge of bushes – not kneeling, because the tank didn’t kneel. At first, Tony’s attention was drawn to the massive golden dome to Rhodey’s left, but after a moment of gaping at the gaudy thing, he realized what Rhodey must have wanted him to see. A tower dominated the skyline in the distance with a clearly visible STARK logo curling around a familiarly-shaped balcony platform. Bolo zoomed in on the air above it, turning a tiny speck against the clouds into the clearly recognizable form of the Iron Man armor.

Part 3

[tonyglowheart]

Some Spider-Man:Homecoming Awesome Moments/thoughts, behind a cut bc spoilers, and also long:

I basically squee’d through the entire beginning, after the like Damage Control/Toomes part. From the whole orchestrated version of the Spider-Man cartoon theme during the Marvel sequence (which honestly was way too frickin long, but the music was a good touch), to the vlogging part, like it was just. So Good. (my Spider-Man friend liked the vlogging, too, said it was a very Peter Parker thing)

Adrian Toomes literally has the stupidest reason for hating Tony Stark, and also tbh, supes awk I’ve been salty/on guard so long from the anti’s, it wasn’t obvious to me at all that Toomes was Evil All Along, I lowkey read it as “and this is when I decided to become Evil” moment with him staring with hate at Tony. Apparently, according to my friend I went with, who is more of a Spider-’verse guy, it was p obvious to him *like a cross between shrug emoji and :’)* (I think it was the fact that, like, Tony’s face took up half that screen that had me on guard? It says *US* Department etc, joint venture, etc, but like isn’t Pepper still CEO of Stark Industries? I mean idk I guess I’m kind of annoyed the anti’s have me so on guard that I looked at that and was like “great it’s set up to blame Tony personally for stuff that is again NOT his personal sole total fault”)

Re: the vlogging. oH MAN, THE TIMES NEW ROMAN 12 PT FONT DOUBLE SPACED CARD!!!! I’D ACTUALLY FORGOTTEN ABOUT THIS, HOW LONG AGO WAS THAT FROM?? Was that CW? It seems like it’s been ages

comment Tony made re: May wearing whatever. Oh no, bad, not good, whose idea was this, pls can we Stop that (other than that tho the rest of it was good, so even though we started rough at least we moved on)

oh no sad child sending a million texts with no response :(  (okay it kind of is hilarious to me that Happy is so incredibly out of his depth with Peter tho, like he has no idea what to do with being responsible for a teenager)

THE CHILDREN ARE ACTUALLY CHILDREN, THEY LOOK LIKE...middle school/high school, I’ve realized I am REALLY bad at telling, I’m back home and see these kids in the mall or Starbucks and I’m like “I am going to call them high schoolers but they look So Small somehow, a part of me yells “MIDDLE SCHOOLERS”???

tiny soft spider son who is awkward but not cringey? The whole movie was wholesome and good, and him and Liz were cute and there was no Hetero Farce, like Liz actually liked him, too, even though Peter’s an underdog it didn’t condescend on him? (like, didn’t play up that whole No Girl Will Like You Cuz You’re A Nerd thing that’s like douchebro mentality)

BODEGA CAT

omg tiny child going into alleyway and changing into his suit, kind of a weirdly endearing scene but so ???? like I don’t even know how to describe this feeling but He Is My Tiny Spider Son

the little notes are super cute. "why did I tell him about the churro” super cute. Him accidentally messing up and webbing a guy who was breaking into his own car: also super cute actually, and good flavor, too. All of it set the stage really well for him as an actually “Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man,” like he’s basically running errands, but also he’s not omniscient so sometimes things are not what they seem

Happy is SUPER out of his depth lmao oh man

Ned Leeds and his fanboying highkey relatable (guy in the chaiiiir)

I can’t believe Zero Moustafa was in this movie, I didn’t even recognize him also I highkey was not expecting him

honestly all of the whole “changes in your body” stuff to Peter were also funny and added great flavor to the movie. It’s a bit out there and ridiculous but it’s from Peter’s PoV and was very appropriate for that :D

DUM-E!!!!!

“how far can you shoot?” “if I were you I’d stand on the edge of a building and shoot as far as you can” *girl turns around and gives them a weird look*

I highkey appreciate that Peter is the “I can just be myself” kind of person, this lets Ned be the “nobody wants that” ironic humor but also highkey relatable guy/line person. This was a good way of setting up those dyad of lines bc it centers self-confidence FIRST, and then the self-deprecating humor

running across the golf course was Excellent, him flailing so badly in suburbia was also good flavor and also hashtag same

“if you’re going to shoot someone shoot me” TINY HEROIC SPIDER SON OH MY GOD OH MAN HOLY HECK

“So. You got detention”

something something “those turkeys convinced you” something something

“So your body’s changed. Believe me, I know how that feels”

“You can’t just stroll back in and expect to be welcomed with open arms” *teacher walks out of bus with open arms* “hey, welcome back, Peter.”

“Listen, can we go, already? cuz I was hoping to get in some light protesting before dinner” “protesting is patriotic, let’s get on the bus”

Training Wheels Protocol. Baby Monitor Protocol. Karen. DRONEY. ADVANCED INTERROGATION MODE LMAO. “Instant Kill.”

seriously tho I appreciate how much of a genuinely down-to-earth guy Peter is. It’s not forced and it’s consistent, he’s such a good child

the TI-84 tho

RDJ!!! ARM-CLUTCHING!!! “gosh I sound like my father” *quiet gross sobbing on the inside*

school admin: there’s a dance. what are you doing? Ned: I’m....looking...at....porn?

that whole sequence of Toomes in the car on their way to homecoming was cinematically brilliant?? The way the light of the traffic lights shone and the symbolism with it, I like had a moment of like, “Oh my god, this is actually a really well-crafted movie??” (like tbh my salty ass lowkey can’t believe *Marvel* churned it out)

(this whole middle section I stopped taking notes and was just watching bc the next notes I have are on Tony losing control of the screwing the pooch metaphor lmao. but a couple points:)

“COME ON, SPIDER-MAN” D: D:

the invisible jet. them playing up the danger of the turbines was really suspenseful, but also very nice because it demonstrates genre-savvy. also, that part where you see Spidey on the top of the jet camo panels bc he’s on the bottom :D :D

seeing Peter save Toomes made me a bit sad bc I was remembering the post Nat wrote about the parallels we COULD have had, i.e. from IM1, IM3, that were ultimately cut :(

Tony’s whole extending the metaphor on screwing the pooch and absolutely losing control of it with the whole free clinic and hybrid puppies line lmao.

“he made a really mature decision. surprised the heck out of us” :D :D these two are so frickin out of their depth with any kid, let alone Peter. Thank heck Peter’s the voice of reason here. (again, good flavor, cute characterization points, gr8 all around)

the whole post credit scene and the metatexual poking fun at the audience for waiting for something for forever that doesn’t seem like it’s worth it  lmaooo. (actually when I’d first glanced at a gifset on Tumblr, I’d thought he was referring to waiting for Peggy since TFA ended on that note, so I thought it was referring back to that)

re: like the treatment of the high school setting, it seemed a biiiit...stereotypical to me, but I think ultimately it was a good mix of current with nostalgic for the maybe older crowd who’d watched three iterations of Spider-Man in so many years, I think. Like, the whole “You’re bullied because you’re a nerd” and the whole “very clear defined cliques” thing is so....Mean Girls era, and that kind of was the touch of nostalgia. But also they did kind of set it up where Peter and Ned weren’t necessarily bullied by EVERYONE *for* being nerds, because Flash was also in Decathalon, and more because Flash was a jerk, which I think was a good updated social mores touch. Also, I liked that the “comeuppance” scene with Peter commandeering Flash’s (dad’s) car wasn’t all vindictive, it was fueled by genuine need, and he didn’t go out of his way to destroy the car, he just literally had never actually driven on roads before :DD

so kind of in conclusion: SM:H really is All That and More, it was so good and I want to watch it again a million times

[twokinkybeans]

FALLEN LIKE SNOW - CHAPTER 5: MIRROR, MIRROR

Written by @jeranasblog​ and kinkybeanlien

Moodboard by @jeranasblog​

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Peter and Tony discuss the incident of the Charity Gala.

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Notes: Adult Peter Parker, Fake dating, One sided enemies to lovers, No powers!AU, Mutual pining, Sugar daddy!Tony, Sugar  baby!Peter, Fluff, Smut and Angst.

Smut tags (some for later): Wet Dream, Dry Humping, Daddy Kink, Mirror Sex, Dom/Sub Undertones, Bondage, Humiliation, Oral Sex,  Anal Sex, Fingering, Edging, Lingerie, Dom/Top!Tony, Sub/Bottom!Peter

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Read Mirror, Mirror on AO3!

Peter paced around the penthouse, grabbing things he knew were his. Not the stuff Tony got him. He didn’t want to pack any of that. Didn’t want to take it home with him. He found his way through the room based on his memory of the place. His tears distorted his sight too much to be a reliable way to navigate. His chest heaved and he barely heard the door to the penthouse open with his heart pounding so loud between his ears. “Peter-” “Get out!” Peter yelled instinctively, throwing the closest thing he could grab toward the entrance. A thud and a short “woah!” told Peter he hit his target. Good. He turned to make his way into the next room, not wanting to be in the same space as Tony right now. “Whatever you saw out there, was not what it seemed-” Peter ignored Tony and grabbed his suitcase to throw it on his bed. He tossed in all the things he knew were bought with his own money and scoffed at the complete lack of personal items. Peter figured he might as well just go to the airport without the suitcase. Heck, that’ll even save him money on his plane ticket. 

“Listen to me, please-” Tony begged. Peter huffed and turned to pass him, so he could get to the bathroom for his toothbrush. “The woman you saw me with is Tara Anderson. Rich. As. Balls.” Peter threw his hands up. “Great!” “No- you don’t- I didn’t- Argh!” Tony clenched his fists together in frustration, but Peter didn’t care. “I let her flirt with me cause she can make the charity a shit ton of money, I never wanted her to kiss me!” Peter halted and slowly turned his head to look Tony straight in the eye for the first time. His eyes shot daggers. “You let her.” The words came out calmer than he thought they would. “I was just about as shocked as you were,” Tony scoffed. “You didn’t hear what she said when you ran off.” Peter walked into the next room, with Tony right behind him. He decided to just stop replying to Tony altogether as the man told the story of how this woman purposely tried to sabotage Tony to give him bad press and to ruin the charity event. He then explained how Tara was removed from the gala and how everyone is doing their thing again. That everything’s okay again. Peter barely contained a scoff when Tony said that. Everything’s okay. How wrong he was. Nothing’s okay. “I already got yelled at by Pep in front of everyone. That I can handle. I can’t handle this, Pete, please, talk to me.” Peter pressed his lips together. He couldn’t find any stuff that belonged to him anymore. All he managed to gather were some toiletries, his passport and his phone charger. His shoulders drooped as he looked up at Tony, eyes and cheeks red from crying. Defeated, he finally replied. “Why do you even care?” His voice cracked. “All of this?” Peter slightly lifted his hands to gesture around before dropping them to his sides again. “It’s fake anyway.” “Was this afternoon fake too? Everything we’ve been saying? Doing? Was it really fake?” Tony stepped forward, bending his upper body toward Peter a little. “I don’t know anymore, Tony.” Peter could see how the use of his first name stung Tony more than he thought it would. “I’m just a poor guy from Queens. You’re…” Peter vaguely pointed in Tony’s direction. “You.” Tears streamed down Peter’s cheeks again. He didn’t know how he did it, but he had rendered Tony speechless once again. No reply, just an intense stare. Confused. “What would a rich man like you ever want with someone as regular as me?” “I’ll be honest,” Tony sighed, dropping himself against the doorpost. “Out of all the things I expected out of this week, falling in love was the last thing I thought would happen.” “Well, I-” Peter stopped his sentence, only just catching up with what Tony, his boss, said. “What?” He whispered. “This morning I asked myself why a bright young man like you would want to be with a dirty old guy like me.” Tony shook his head, grimacing. “I don’t know what spell you put on me, what potion you put in my drinks, if you soaked a voodoo doll with my face on it in your perfume, but by God, Peter…” Tony paused, taking another step forward and slowly releasing his breath. Tony’s fingers gently curled around Peter’s, lifting up their hands to kiss Peter’s palms. The touch tickled, but Peter couldn’t move. Not with what Tony was saying -no, confessing- to him. “I am utterly and indescribably infatuated with you. You make me feel like a person. Like… Me.” Tony smiled slightly, lips quivering. “I want to spoil you and I want you to yell at me for my mistakes. I want you to protect me from nightmares, to hold me, and to hold me accountable for my actions and words. I just- I want you. Undeniably. Please, Peter, I can’t be what we both want me to be if you don’t trust me.” Peter opened his mouth, but no reply came out. Just a shaky gasp. “I have fallen for you like snow. Seemingly slow, yet so fast- building higher and higher until I was in too deep.” Tony dropped to his knees in front of Peter and looked up with a hopeful gleam in his eyes. “You’ve got a voice of your own, Peter. You don’t kiss my ass like everybody else does. You’re smart and funny and gorgeously handsome and if I get even just one night to worship your body, I will draw out every drop of pleasure. If you want to go, I won’t stop you. I’ll pay your ticket. I just… I hope you want to stay. For me. For you.” Time had stopped. Tony’s words hit Peter like a brick. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, yet he’d never felt more alive than right that moment. Their eyes were locked together and Peter slowly took one of his hands back from Tony’s to cup the man’s face. He stared down at the billionaire and whispered. “I love you too.” Peter squinted, trying to force the flow of tears to stop. Tony released all the stress from his shoulders and rested his head against Peter’s stomach with a soft whine. “I…” Peter needed a second to regain himself. He barely believed what he was about to say. “I’ll stay.” “Thank you-” “On one condition.” Tony looked up wide-eyed, curious. Peter took his other hand back and wiped his face with the sleeve of the button-down shirt. “We switch places.” “We…” Tony frowned for a second and it was only when he looked down at the floor when he realized what Peter meant. A wide grin spread across Tony’s face and slowly, he stood up. He was only a little taller than Peter, but just having to look up slightly had Peter sink down already, craving for the distance - the power imbalance - to be bigger. Once he got down to the height of Tony’s hips, he managed to breathe again. Tony’s hands quickly found their way into Peter’s hair and he tugged. Peter couldn’t help but let out a soft moan already. Tony hummed and smiled warmly down at Peter. “Baby boy, before we get started…” Tony mumbled. “Traffic lights?” Peter pressed his lips on top of each other and nodded, relishing in the pull of Tony’s hands in his hair with each movement. “Do you want this?” Tony asked softly. “What we’re about to do? What I’m about to do to you?” Peter nodded again, but apparently that wasn’t good enough. Tony sounded cheeky with his next words. “Hm, didn’t I tell you I’m big on consent? I wanna hear you say it, Petey.” Tony leaned down slightly so he could look Peter in the eyes more easily. The hungry look had Peter shiver. “Use your words, baby. Do you want me to overwhelm you?” Every part of Peter’s body tuned in to Tony. His words, his movement, and his intense stare, already practically undressing Peter in front of him. “Yes- Please,” Peter gasped. “Take me apart.” … It wasn’t long before Peter found himself seated on their bed, pants and shoes discarded, with a pillow between his legs. His hips rolled at an agonizingly slow pace, set by Tony. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the black lingerie underneath. His throbbing cock strained achingly against the fabric of the panties as he pressed down into the pillow, angling his hips to create the friction he so desperately wanted. Only moments before they discussed hard limits and now Peter is trying to get himself off humping a pillow like a pup. With every roll, the button-up slid lower down Peter’s arms until the shoulders rested in the crooks of his elbows. “What a sight…” Tony praised, circling the bed like a predator. “Go a little faster for me, sweetness.” Peter did as told and held back a whimper. “D-da-Tony-” “Hmm?” Tony chuckled. “What’s that?” Peter gasped when he suddenly felt Tony’s body press against his back, arm slithering around his waist to take control over Peter even further. Tony was now completely in charge of the rhythm of his rutting. He could feel Tony’s clothed dick press against the crack of his ass through the panties and Peter worked even harder when he pushed back now, wanting to grind against his Da- against Tony to make him feel good too. “Tony-” Peter whined again. “Tsk.” Tony sucked a wet kiss on Peter’s shoulder and tugged at the dress shirt with his free hand. “I don’t think that’s what you want to call me, is it?” Peter scrunched his face together but kept moving in line with Tony. His panting started growing louder and louder and occasionally he would moan softly. “Need me to help you with that, baby? Are you embarrassed about it?” Peter nodded aggressively, not wanting to say a word. He wished he could hide, but he felt too good to let it all go. Tony’s hands glided over the black lingerie, tugging at loops and straps as he caressed Peter’s skin. Tony’s lips seemed glued to Peter’s neck, sucking hickeys and gently licking the sore spots afterward. Peter couldn’t help but let out a long, dragged-out moan when Tony suddenly increased their pace and pressed Peter down further into the pillow, creating the perfect friction. His fingers found Peter’s nipples and he started circling them. Pinching them. Twisting them. Oh, God- “Go on, baby,” Tony cooed. Peter whined softly when he felt the knot in his stomach tighten. “Show Daddy what you got… Edge yourself for Daddy.” Peter didn’t have to be told twice. His hips got a mind of their own. Whatever intellect Peter had, it was disappearing like snow melting on the mountains during summer. He only had one goal now. Make Daddy proud. “Oh,” Tony exclaimed sweetly. “Such a good boy, keep going… Get yourself there-” “Y-Yes, Daddy, thank you, thank you, thank you-” Tony chuckled as he continued caressing every inch of Peter’s skin. Peter could feel Daddy growing harder with every thrust and the thought that his Daddy might be inside of him soon, had him see stars. “I haven’t even done anything yet,” Tony laughed softly. “Already dumbing down for you Daddy, Petey?” Peter couldn’t do anything but nod and moan as he chased his high. He twitched when Daddy moaned too. “Hmm, you’re thinking of my cock, aren’t you? You’ve seen it. How big it is. The girth it has. Bet you imagined me bending you over and fucking you raw. Haven’t you?” “H-have, Daddy, I have! Want you inside me so bad, o-oh, fuck!” Peter’s rhythm faltered as he neared his climax. “You like cock, don’t you?” “Mhm-” “You love cock, don’t you?” “Mhm!” “I’m gonna make you love my cock. Mine only.” Peter gasped as his body convulsed. “Gonna make you take it in every single one of your holes. Fill you up and spill on you until you’re stained and spent. I’m gonna make you mine, Peter. My little cock slut. You want that. Don’t you?” “Oh, God, yes, yes, Daddy, please, claim me- AH!” Peter wailed as he pushed himself away from the pillow to prevent himself from shooting his load inside his Daddy’s panties. The hand that Tony had curled around his waist moved down to squeeze the base of his cock to help stop Peter from cumming. Peter panted heavily, not wanting to sit down just yet, scared of losing control. Daddy’s hand petted Peter gently. Sweetly. “Such a good boy for Daddy, so pretty, all for me,” he cooed. “F-for you,” Peter replied mindlessly. “For me… That’s it.” Slowly Tony guided Peter to sit back down again. Peter melted against Tony’s chest and closed his eyes as he came down from the edge and he smiled dreamily. “For you…” Peter repeated again, breathless. “Love you…” “Oh, Peter. I love you too, and I’m going to show you how much, baby boy. Tell me one last time, do wanna give me control?” Peter fought against the fog in his mind and tried to focus on his Daddy’s words. Did he want to give Tony control? Did he want to surrender himself to Tony, surrender his body, his mind? Yes. He couldn’t imagine anything better than being held down, being forced to take everything his Daddy wanted him to. Giving in sounded like heaven, like freedom, safely secured in Tony’s arms. “Green, so green,” The words were slurred, he struggled to get them out, but Tony understood and as soon as Peter gave his permission the billionaire changed. His gaze became hungrier, darker. His posture straightened until he was towering over Peter like a predator, ready to hunt his prey. A shiver ran down Peter’s spine, arousal mixing with anticipation and Peter let out a small whimper, ready to surrender himself completely. 

“I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you, baby. So needy, so willing. Come on, Pete, wrists behind your back.” Peter looked at him, his eyes wide open and his gaze unfocused. Everything was blurring around him. He didn’t hear the rustle of the heater anymore, didn’t see the clothes that were scattered all over the floor. Hell, he didn’t even feel how his cock was twitching in his panties, soaking them and stretching the fabric obscenely. The only thing he could focus on was his Daddy, his body, his voice and his commands. Without hesitation, Peter crossed his wrists behind his back. Tony growled, a sound that rippled through his chest and Peter could see that he pressed the palm of his hands against his growing erection. Knowing that he wasn’t the only one affected by it, made Peter bask in happiness. He was the reason his Daddy was hard; he was the reason the billionaire felt good.

Tony loosened the knot of his tie, pulling until he held it in his hand. It was beautiful, silky red fabric that meshed with his lingerie set. Suddenly, he couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted this, wanted his Daddy to tie him up, to take control and he started to beg. “Daddy, p-please, I need it, n-need you, please.” His begs were pathetic, his voice high-pitched and shaky, but his Daddy grinned, pleased with his reaction. “Beg for me again, baby. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” Peter’s eyes rolled back; the first rush of humiliation was washing over him. That was exactly what he wanted, what he needed. He would do anything to be good for his Daddy, anything to get fucked tonight. “Please Daddy, tie me up,” he started to sob. “I-need you, wanna be good for you, your good boy, your good slut. Wanna be tied up and fucked, wanna feel you for days, Daddy.” There was no shame left, no second thoughts, only the desire to please his Daddy. When Peter finally felt the fabric wrapped around his wrists, he immediately relaxed. It was evident that Tony didn’t do this for the first time; the pressure was perfect, not too tight and not too loose. He moved his hands a little, checking if he was really restrained and when he couldn’t free himself on his own, Peter sighed in relief. There was nothing he could do to stop his Daddy, nothing but using his safe word, and the realization made his stomach flip.

Tony stood up, leaving Peter on one end of the bed, helplessly arching in his restraints. Tony was watching him with a smirk, walking around the bed until he sat down on the other side of it, his back propped against a bedpost. “Crawl to me, baby. Show me how much you want my cock.” Tony’s command was enough to make Peter moan. The humiliation was dialed up, the light glow was getting stronger and stronger until it felt like he was burning. His body was twisting in pleasure when he scrambled to his knees, his wrists still bound behind his back. His shoulders fell onto the mattress, face pressed against the sheets and his ass was raised into the air. He didn’t have his arms to hold himself up; crawling to his Daddy would be a struggle. Tony’s gaze was fixed on him, wandering over his body until it lingered on his raised ass. He could feel how his shirt slid down his back, leaving his ass bared except for the black panties that hid nothing. 

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” Tony’s voice was hoarse. “Listening to all of my words like an eager little slut. Hurry, baby, climb on Daddy’s lap.” The words washed over him, fueling his arousal even more. He crawled closer. His ass wiggled with every step and he could feel his legs straining. Peter struggled to cross the distance, struggled to follow the command, but with every inch, with every word of his Daddy, the desire to be good intensified. Finally, he reached Tony and crawled into his lap without help. Tony’s eyes were black and his arms wrapped around Peter’s middle, pulling him closer against his chest. Without warning, the billionaire gripped his shirt, ruining it by ripping the fabric apart to reveal his body. The animalistic gesture turned him on, and Peter twitched on his lap, his cock leaking more precome into the panties. 

„Daddy, may I suck your cock?” Immediately after the question, Peter blushed. The billionaire laughed in response. “Oh, baby. So polite. Go on, entertain me.” Peter smiled, anticipation bubbling in his stomach and suddenly he felt the urge to prove himself. He could do it, would be the best boy his Daddy ever had, sweet and obedient, exactly how Tony wanted him. He moved until he was presenting in front of Tony, his ass raised and his back arched. His Daddy growled when he opened his pants. He didn’t even pull them down. A surge or arousal warmed Peter, knowing he was presenting in lingerie while his Daddy had only pulled out his cock.

Peter knew he couldn’t suck on the warm flesh without help, the restraints limiting his movements. He was dependent on his Daddy’s help, needed the billionaire to aid him, to guide him. A small whimper made his Daddy chuckle, and he gripped Peter’s hair, pulling his head closer. He went limp, the pressure on his head grounding and his lips fell open obediently. “God, baby boy, you look like you are dying without a cock,” Tony smirked; one hand stroking his cock while the other hand held the students head in a tight grip. Peter wiggled, tried to get closer to his Daddy’s cock, to take it into his mouth, but the billionaire enjoyed making him squirm.

“Look how hungry you are, how desperate for my cock. Show me how bad you need it, baby. Try harder.” Peter moaned loudly, so close to his Daddy’s cock, but not close enough. Tony was teasing him, his tip was pressed against Peter’s cheek, smearing precome over his face and when Peter closed his eyes in frustration, Tony slapped his cock against Peter’s face. It was too much. Tears were running down his chin, tears of pent-up arousal and painful desire. “D-daddy, I c-can’t, I need, I…” He was out of words, unable to voice his needs and he couldn’t do much more than look at his Daddy, pleading him with his eyes. Thankfully, Tony showed mercy.

“If you want me to stop blink twice.” This was the only warning Peter got before Tony finally gave him what he wanted. Peter couldn’t take it slow. His Daddy had pulled his head over his cock and he was forced down, unable to hold himself up with his hands. He went limp again, relaxing his throat and covering his teeth before his Daddy went deeper and deeper, the tip immediately nudging against the back of his throat. Peter moaned when he choked for the first time, the vibrations tingling along Tony’s flesh. He loved it, loved the musky smell of his Daddy, the taste of his precome and the smoothness of his skin. Every time his throat clenched around his Daddy’s cock, Peter’s insides squirmed, imagining what it would feel like to be impaled by his Daddy. When the air got short, Tony pulled his head up again, allowing him to get a deep breath.

“So beautiful, your lips are red and swollen, baby. You’re made for me; you belong to me. Tell me who owns you, baby? Who paid for everything you wear? Who controls your pleasure?” “You, Daddy,” Peter managed to answer before his Daddy forced him back down and Tony growled when Peter’s tongue licked a long stripe on the underside of his cock. “I love you baby. I’ll protect you, I’ll spoil you and force you to take my cock. So beautiful for me, baby, so trusting, presenting for me.” Peter whimpered, unable to answer, his mouth stuffed with cock, but he hummed in agreement. Yes, yes, all of this. This is what he wanted. Someone to love, someone to argue, someone to force him down in bed. Nothing had ever felt better than being here, his arms tied behind his back, while his throat was working to let his Daddy in. 

They stayed like this for a few minutes, lost in each other and their shared pleasure until his Daddy was twitching, finally getting close. He ultimately pulled back Peter’s head, separating the spit slick lips from his cock. “Baby, I want you to turn around for me. Let me show you how precious you are, how beautiful.” Without protesting Peter turned around, his panty-covered ass pressed right against the billionaire’s crotch. “Don’t tempt me, baby.” Tony’s hands loosened the knot of the tie, massaging his wrists to make sure they didn’t get stiff. Peter was torn; he wanted to be restrained, wanted to be at his Daddy’s mercy, but he wanted to touch Tony as well. “Baby, don’t sulk,” his Daddy’s voice was gentle, but a hint of command was shining through. “On my lap, back to my chest.” Without thinking, Peter obeyed. Tony manhandled him until they were sitting where he wanted them to, in the middle of the mattress, facing the mirror on the wall. Peter could see their reflection, Tony’s eyes dark and predatory, but still composed while Peter looked like a mess. His skin was glistening in sweat, his face flushed and his lips gleaming with spit. His Daddy lifted his hand, caressing the outline of Peter’s face, caressing him until he pressed a finger between his lips. Peter couldn’t stop himself and moaned, gently sucking on his Daddy’s finger. The billionaire groaned, thrusting his finger in and out of Peter’s mouth, watching him in the mirror. “Can you see how beautiful you are? How perfect we look together?” Tony shifted until his erection was pressed against Peter’s ass, nestling where it belonged. “Can you fuck me, Daddy,” Peter whispered, desperation making his voice tremble. “I need it, I can’t take it anymore. I need to be filled. Please.”

The words finally broke Tony. He roared, throwing Peter face-first onto the sheets, not even giving him enough time to catch his weight with his arms. A hand buried itself in Peter’s hair, pulling until he had no choice but to lift his head, watching his reflection in the mirror. Tony made quick work of his panties, ripping them in half and exposing his ass to fresh air. Peter’s eyes rolled back, his vision starting to blur, and slowly, he started losing track of time. He didn’t notice that his Daddy had retreated himself, even though he was still staring at the mirror, he didn’t hear the click of an opening lube bottle. The next thing that got through the fog in his mind was a wet finger nudging against his hole.

Peter sobbed and tried to push back, tried to impale himself on his Daddy’s finger, but the billionaire pulled back every time. Desperation filled him, lightening up his body and fueling the arousal inside of him. His cock twitched uselessly against his stomach. “Beg, baby. Or don’t you want me enough?” No, no, no, no, no. Dread bubbled up inside of him, surging through his body like lightning and more and more tears spilled from his eyes. He wanted it, wanted nothing more than his Daddy’s fingers, his Daddy’s cock. Being denied hurt as if a part of him was missing. “No, no, Daddy, please. I’ll do anything, I promise. I belong to you, you own my pleasure, my body, just, please, I…” “Shh, baby, calm down.” Tony seemed to sense his distress and pressed soft kisses against his back, trying to assure him they were fine. “Daddy’s gonna take care of you, sweetheart. Don’t you worry.”

The first finger that pried him open felt like relief and Peter breathed out, basking in the feeling of being filled. He hadn’t noticed how empty he had felt before, but now, with his Daddy’s finger inside of him, he could finally calm down. The familiar haze was taking him under, he could feel himself becoming sweet, becoming dumb for his Daddy. The only thing on his mind was his Daddy’s fingers and his cock, anything that could make him feel so good. The second finger didn’t even hurt, spreading him open, preparing him for his Daddy’s cock. Knowing what was going to come made him feel even better, made him savor the stretch more. Nothing had ever felt so good, so wholesome and when his Daddy finally started to thrust in and out of him, Peter almost blissed out. 

Each drag against his walls felt like a blizzard of arousal, taking his pleasure higher and higher. He wailed when Tony spread his digits, whimpered when he pressed a third inside. The voice of his Daddy was washing over him, obscene words telling him what exactly Tony wanted to do to him, how much he wanted to control him, and how good Peter felt clenching around his finger. Peter soaked the words up like a sponge, starved of praise, of attention, of his Daddy. 

Eventually, his Daddy pulled back, leaving him twisting and empty, his back arched seductively. “No, D-Daddy. Don’t p-pull back, I n-need you, I need…,” the words were whispered and slurred, barely spoken out loud, but Tony understood how he always did. The lube bottle clicked for a second time, but this time, Peter knew. A broad smile spread on his face, making him look dumb and delirious. He didn’t care, wanted nothing more than being close to his Daddy, nothing more than feeling him for the first time. 

When the tip of his Daddy’s cock finally breached him, Peter floated. His muscles went lax, giving his Daddy enough room to enter him. The slight burn was everything, taking him higher and higher, making him lose every sense in the world. He had never felt like this before, as if he was out of his body, quietness surrounding him, and the only thing anchoring him was his Daddy’s cock. 

A loud smack tore him from the fuzzy place, warming his ass and buzzing through his body. “Baby, as much as I love it when you go all sweet on me, I want you to be here with me.” Peter whimpered and wiggled, hoping for another slap and only a second later, Tony delivered. The hand of his Daddy was reddening his ass, leaving patterns in the shape of his hands. Peter could see in the mirror how his ass wiggled with every slap, with every thrust of his hips and he knew he couldn’t last much longer. 

“Baby, can you see how you take it for me?” Tony growled in his ear, pulling his torso up until he was pressed against Tony’s chest. His legs were spread obscenely and he could see how his Daddy's cock disappeared into his body over and over again. Each thrust pressed the tip of Tony’s cock against his sweet spot, making him whine and howl in pleasure. “The moment you wore my clothes, the moment you came here with me, I wished you were mine. Mine to spoil and mine to fuck. God baby, your hole let me in so easily, like a good little slut, made to take my cock.” “Daddy,” Peter’s whine was high-pitched, desperate, begging for his Daddy. He needed something, anything, couldn’t last even a minute longer. Tony seemed to know what he was thinking, what he needed and a hand wrapped itself around Peter’s cock. 

The touch was already enough. Peter was coming, his cock spurting over the sheets, messing them up with his come while his hole clenched around his Daddy. Everything was exploding inside of him,  pleasure coursing through every cell of his body, flooding his senses and making him cry out through his orgasm. His walls were milking his Daddy, begging him to fill him up. He could hear how Tony growled. The billionaire whispered over and over again that Peter was his, that Peter belonged to him. Finally, he could feel his Daddy coming inside of him, his cock twitching, filling Peter up exactly how he needed it. He wanted to stay like this forever, close to his Daddy, filled and claimed by him like a good boy. But eventually, Tony pulled out, making lube and cum dripping out of him, soaking the mattress. 

Peter could feel that his Daddy laid him gently on his side, that he took a washcloth and wiped him clean. He purred, still caught up in the afterglow of his orgasm, too weak to move. “I luv you, Daddy.” His voice was soft and tired, but he needed to let his Daddy know how much he meant to him. “Baby, I love you too. So much. Running into you in the elevator was the best thing that could happen to me, to us.” Peter smiled, basking in the words and Tony’s affection. Here he was, 4000 miles from New York, in Austria, and he had never felt better, never felt more at home. “We can make this work, baby. We can be so good for each other.” Happiness bubbled inside his chest and he grinned madly. “Yes, Daddy, we can. You’re all I need.” “And you’re all I need, sweetheart.”

When sleep was finally taking him over, Peter still smiled. He had been so afraid the trip would be a disaster, but in the end, it had been the decision he had ever made. 

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Called To Be A Rock - Frostiron feat. Spiderson AU fanfic - C8

Chapter 1  Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Comments/reviews/questions welcome as always

Overall Desc.: Peter is staying with Tony and Loki one summer while his aunt is away working/travelling.

Chapter Desc.: It’s been said that a rebellious group activity is good for morale - and everyone needs the chance to unwind every once in a while

Ship(s) involved: Tony x Loki aka Frostiron

Verse: Personal AU

Ongoing Warnings/themes/cw mentions: domestic, competition

Chapter 8 - With Abandon Like A Child

-

Loki stopped short, suddenly aware of someone’s presence in the room. He looked over his shoulder. 

“Hi...”

“Ah, so it’s you who’s been clattering about in here all morning” Tony sat down on the floor - or what was left of it. “What are you up to?”

“This cupboard is full of stuff and I’ve never seen you use any of it. I’m just seeing what’s in here”

“It’s a tat cupboard, really: I can’t remember the last time I even opened it. Found anything interesting?”

“This” Loki handed him a box. “You haven’t even opened it. Why did you buy it?”

“Heck, I didn’t even know I owned this” Tony said, taking the box from Loki. It was a Fujifilm bridge camera, brand new and unopened. “You can have it if you want”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I was saying you needed a hobby. Maybe you could take up photography” Tony handed the camera back. 

“Thanks. I’ll think about it” he set the camera to one side.

“Please do. Right, I’d best be getting on” he stood up, ruffling Loki’s hair fondly. “Make sure you tidy up after yourself, ok? See you in a bit”

Loki watched him go and looked around him. He’d gutted the top shelves of the cupboard and there was a vast amount of stuff piled up on the floor. He decided to sort all that out before starting on the bottom shelf, and set to work putting everything back, with some level of order this time. There was a lot more room in the cupboard now it was organised. 

Once sorted, he knelt down and began rummaging through the bottom shelf. He pulled out one large box, and quickly spotted something buried at the back. He pulled it out and found it was a super soaker water gun. He moved a few more things aside, and found three more just like it, all of them still attached to their cardboard packaging. Loki looked at them, and his eyes glittered. He shoved one of the guns and all of the boxes back into the cupboard and closed it. He gathered the other three water guns in his arms. He had an idea.

-

Loki bumped into Peter out in the hallway. 

“Hey, Mr Loki! You ok?” Peter grinned. 

“Yeah. Give me a hand with these, would you?”

“Why have you got water guns?”

“I found them. Come on” he led the way to the kitchen, and Peter followed to help fill them. “Don’t you think Tony works too much?”

“Well, maybe. Why?”

“Lets have a bit of fun with him”

They finished filling the water guns, and Loki grabbed one, pulling the trigger. Nothing happened. 

“I think you need to charge it” Peter said, moving closer to have a look. “Aha. Yeah, you need to pump this lever here first, I think”

Loki did so, and tried the trigger again. Sure enough, a jet of water spurted out of the end. “They’re more powerful than I expected”

He tried it again, and then passed it to Peter to try. Once they were both comfortable with how they worked, Loki swapped one of the full guns with Peter, tucking the used one under his arm and grabbing the other full one. 

“Ready?”

Peter nodded determinedly. “Ready!”

-

The buzz of Tony’s voice on the phone allowed them to locate him in the lounge. They pushed the door open and stood poised, water guns at the ready. Tony stopped where he stood. 

“I’m gonna have to call you back” he terminated the call and let his mobile fall onto the sofa. 

Before he could say anything else, Loki and Peter launched their attack, hitting him from both sides. Tony shrieked at them.

“Why you little-!”

Loki threw him the third water gun, which he caught with ease. 

“Winner chooses tonight’s takeaway”

Tony looked at the gun. He suddenly grinned, readying his weapon. “Bring it on”

-

Tony cornered Loki in the corridor. Loki pulled the trigger of his gun, to no effect. Tony held his gun at the ready, closing in on him. Loki stepped back until he hit the wall, biting his lip nervously.

“Any last words?”

Tony was suddenly hit from behind. He turned round quickly, fully expecting Peter - and jumped violently to find Loki there. He looked back, and the mirage he’d been talking to had gone. Tony growled, shooting Loki in the stomach. 

“Hey, no illusions, you cheeky whatsit!” 

“Yeah, that’s an unfair advantage!” Peter protested, jumping out of nowhere. 

“Ok, ok, no illusions, I promise” Loki said, crossing his heart. “Happy?”

“Yep” Peter primed his gun, pointing it at Loki and opening fire. 

“Hey, hey! I thought you were on my side” Loki said, trying to block the water with his own gun. 

“Hey, you placed a food wager - it’s every man for himself now!”

“Well, if that’s the way you want to play it” Loki pulled the trigger, hitting Peter square in the face. 

Tony turned on him, shooting him, and shooting Peter. In a last moment of solidarity, Loki and Peter doubled their attack, which Tony tried valiantly to defend, but soon had to back away.

“Wait, wait, my guns empty! I need to refill”

Loki and Peter lowered their weapons, and all three looked at each other, finally nodding and agreeing on a safe retreat to separate barracks.

-

The fight was long, the battles sporadic. Trails of water and splashed walls bore testament to valiant crusades. 

All three found themselves once again in a temporary reprieve. They’d all lost count of how many times they’d been forced to take cover to refill their weapons.

Loki leant against the wall, gun in his lap, his hands resting in position on it so he was ready, should he become victim to a random assault. The house was deathly quiet. He peered round the corner, relieved to find it desolate. It meant he had time to catch his breath. He was left soaked from the campaign, rubbed raw from the action. Water dripped from the ends of his hair, falling on his shoulders and making him shudder.

A faint gushing sound was heard again, and Loki looked up, recognising it at once. He pulled himself to his feet, checking his surroundings once more before starting onward - rushing towards the sound of the enemy. 

-

Loki readied his finger on the trigger as he approached the source of the sound. He pushed the door open, and his opponent stopped dead for a moment before turning on his heel. He raised his gun, frantically pushed in the stopper, and pulled the trigger -  but hadn’t had the time to charge. His moment of defencelessness denied him any protection from Loki’s attack. Fight was gone - the only tactic left to him was flight. 

He was pursued, finally taken down with a combination of the ongoing attack and the remnants of a previous clash - he slipped, landing flat on his back, his gun falling from his hands. Within seconds, Loki was stood over him, one foot on the dropped weapon. 

The man looked down at him, his gun pointed firmly at his captive. 

“Where’s Stark?”

“I-I don’t know!”

Loki homed in on him, his gun inches from the boys face. 

“I’ll ask you again: where’s Stark?”

“I don’t know! I swear I don’t know, sir!” Peter cried, trying to put some distance between himself and the gun. “But - but I can help you find him”

Loki hesitated. “What are you saying?”

“Please, sir. Let me join you” Peter begged. “I’ve been searching in vain. We’ve got a better chance of finding him together”

“And how can I trust you?”

“Well, sir” Peter started, finding it hard not to look at the gun. “We’ve both got the same goal, haven’t we? Aren’t we better going on together? There’s safety in numbers”

Loki thought for a moment, finally nodding and drawing back, grabbing the other gun and allowing the boy to stand. “So from here on out, we work together. No tricks, nothing hidden, no ulterior motives. We find Stark together - and we share the fruits of the labour at the end”

Peter nodded resolutely. “You have my comradeship” 

“Good” he handed Peter’s gun back to him. “Don’t let me down”

Peter charged the gun and adjusted his hold. Loki stopped, hearing the whir of taps. He looked at Peter, charging his own gun. They nodded at each other. It was time.

-

“I knew it would only be a matter of time before you showed up” Tony pushed the stopper in on his gun, letting out a silent but heavy sigh before turning around.

“Stark”

Loki and Peter stood side by side, guns at the ready, the very picture of camaraderie. Tony looked at them, at their dripping hair and their wet clothes, at their hands and guns - battle-worn and ready. Tony looked at his own gun, turning it and peering at both sides. He shrugged, sighed, and raised it. 

“Well, if needs must” 

Loki quirked an eyebrow as Tony’s shot hit nothing but the tiled floor. Peter did likewise, but as he stepped forward to launch his own hit, the ulterior motive became clear, and he was very suddenly on the floor again. He kept hold of his gun this time, shooting clumsily from where he lay, not quite able to sit up. He was fast, but Tony was faster. Tony ignored Loki and put his full attention into keeping the younger down. Peter struggled, trying to get up, shoot, and wipe the water from his face all at once, with little success. Loki stepped up to the plate, mounting the defences for this comrade. 

“You’ve decided to play dirty, have you?” Loki hissed, jumping forward and hitting their attacker at close range.

Tony stumbled, his defences lowering as he tried to charge his gun for another attack. Loki had mastered the art of charging his gun while shooting, and he was happy to play dirty if Tony was. He made for quite the formidable opponent. Tony fought against him, but he soon began to waver. Loki knew what he was doing. Even when his gun ran out, he’d grabbed Peter’s while Tony was still shaking his head for the last attack. 

There were fighting in a puddle, and the inevitable happened. Tony received another hit to the face, lost his balance, and toppled with quite the splash. Almost instantly, Loki’s soldiering act was broken and he burst out laughing, and Peter did too. Tony lay in shock for a moment, wet all over and soaked in the worst possible places. He looked quite the sight. The guns were dropped, and as Tony himself started laughing, peace was declared.

-

Weak with laughter, Peter took it upon himself to help Tony up. Loki was useless, laughing so hard that he was doubled up.

“Your face, Tony! Oh my god, that was brilliant”

Tony looked down at himself, quickly noticing why Peter had started howling with laughter again. 

“Very mature. Come on, it’s not that funny” Tony said, but his voice cracked and he couldn’t help laughing too.

Loki had reached the stage where he was laughing so hard he was crying, not even making any noise any more. His stomach ached and he let himself join Peter on the floor, who was in a similar position. Tony decided he may as well do the same. 

-

It became a challenge.

Even when they were starting to get over the original trigger of their laughing fit, they’d make eye contact and start all over again. Their laughter fuelled each other’s laughter, making it a seemingly endless cycle.

“It’s not even funny” Loki giggled, wiping the tears from his face with his thumb, and immediately going into another peal of laughter. “Your face..!”

Tony was the first to stop laughing, although it was hard going - watching the other two made him want to start all over again.

“You two are getting overexcited” he said wearily, wiping his own eyes and taking a deep shaky breath to keep himself calm.

Loki and Peter finally managed to calm down, lying on their backs, still giggling feebly. They took a few minutes, trying very hard not to look at each other and set themselves off again.

“Anyway” Loki said eventually. “Who won?”

“You did” Tony said. “Definitely you. I was second”

“What? No way!” Loki sat up quickly. “Peter was secondly. Almost definitely!”

“What? No, I was second! He was definitely defeated by the time we had our face off” 

“I think he’s right there” Peter agreed, sitting up. 

“No, come on. You were on my team, I came first, so it balances out. You were second”

“That doesn’t even make sense” Tony shook his head. “Ok, Peter was second”

Loki put an arm round Peter’s shoulder and gave him a squeeze. 

A smile tugged at Tony’s lips. “What are we having for tea then?”

Loki looked at him gone-out for a moment, before remembering the wager they’d placed almost three hours before. “What’s the rum situation?”

“You finished the Kraken but we’ve still got two bottles of Captain Morgans” 

“Domino’s then. Definitely Domino’s”

“Right, that’s that sorted then” The landline started ringing, and Tony sighed dejectedly. “I’d better get that”

“Leave it. You only ever get spam on that phone” 

“True. Although my mobile isn’t much better. I had to take a couple of quick phone calls during our battle. People can’t seem to sort out anything by themselves” he stood up, retrieving his phone from the counter. 

The other two watched him, still cuddled up, Loki resting his head against Peter’s. Peter felt exhausted (and he wasn’t the only one). It had been one hell of a water fight - more a water war - and he was very rubbed and raw and thirsty after it. He was quite happy leaning against Loki and taking time to breath.

“I think I’m gonna sleep well tonight” he said quietly.

Tony glanced up at them, smiling slightly. When they weren’t looking, he raised his phone and took a quick picture. He then put his phone back on the counter and moved closer to them.

“I just have one question. Peter might have the same one” Tony said. “How did you keep finding us?”

Loki gestured vaguely. “The sound of the taps. You can hear them whir, and the ones in different rooms sound different, so every time you filled up your guns, you gave away your position. I thought you would’ve guessed that one”

“Well, that does make sense, now that you’ve said it” Tony said.

“But wait” Peter said. “If you knew it could give away your position, how did you refill yours?”

“I used the water coolers. They don’t make any noise” 

Peter glanced up at him. “You’re sneaky. I love it”

Loki laughed at him. “Thanks”

Tony raised his eyebrows and shook his head admiringly.

“You’ll catch your death” he said, squeezing a lock of each of their sodden hair. “Go and get some dry clothes on, you two. I’m gonna do the same, and then we can order food. Ok?”

They nodded. “Ok”

The calm after the storm felt nothing short of luxurious.

*

[fleet-of-ships]

👀😍

Forced Marriage/Mating AU:

Tony's done an excellent job covering up his omega status; he's never felt the stereotypical omegan urge to submit, and with strong suppressants, he hasn't had to deal with a heat at all in years.

When someone tampers with his suppressants, he goes into pre-heat during a board meeting, the scent singular enough to completely out him to everyone present. The board is full of old-fashioned stuffed suits who are unwilling to support not only an omega, but an unmated one at that.

To save his position and Stark Industries as a whole, Tony turns to the only alpha he trusts: his personal assistant-slash-intern, Peter Parker. Sure, Peter's younger, but he's mature, responsible, reliable--and behaves no differently when he finds out Tony's an omega.

Tony thinks everything's good to go--but Peter won't actually mate with him. Keeps making excuses, pushing it out further and further--

--Until Tony corners him, and Peter confesses.

"Mr. Stark, I'm not--I don't know how to be dominant, I've never...wanted to. What if I can't...what if I'm not a good enough alpha, you know, in bed?"

"Oh, Pete...you have no idea how perfect you are."

[twokinkybeans]

Tempio Di Pietro 5: Clessidra

A Jar Of Dirt Spin-Off Peter x Tony (x MJ)

Masterpost Read this chapter on AO3

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Vacanza - Il Quattordicesimo Giorno (Day 14) MJ stares at her own reflection in the mirror as she twists and turns, checking the way the light pastel pink dress hugs her skin. It’s surreal. This entire situation is surreal. How did she find herself in the most expensive shop in a little Italian village to choose a dress that will make her look like a goddess? A dress that she’s paying using Tony Stark’s money? She can’t believe it’s actually happening. This dress is worth at least five months of food for her and it’s the prettiest one she’s ever seen. The light chiffon fabric is so soft and gentle on her skin, accentuating all the right parts of her body. The low cut is just revealing enough and the flowery pattern at the bottom makes it playful and cute.  “This one,” she whispers, turning around to the shop assistant who’s been helping her try on dresses for at least half an hour now. The woman’s lips curl into a smile and she nods. “Excellent choice, miss.”

MJ can’t stop the goofy grin on her face as she walks back to the fitting room to change into her own loose, simple black summer dress again. She’s aware of how it makes her look slightly out of place in the expensive shop- but truth be told, she is out of place here. She doesn’t necessarily mind. Not when she knows there's $1000 on her bank account. A thousand dollars accompanied with the sweet promise of what’s about to happen. It’s exhilarating. She can’t wait for Tony to find out that Peter’s been throwing his money at her just like that, she knows it’ll turn the man on instantly. No matter how submissive he may be on the island, it won’t cover up his sugar daddy streak. MJ knows Peter tends to have a hard time accepting the man’s money, or his gifts. Not her. If the man wants to spend - is aroused by it - she’s going to enjoy the heck out of it too.  The same grin is still on her face when she returns from the fitting room, the shop assistant waiting for her with a professional smile. “Special occasion, miss?” “Yes, you could say that,” MJ replies and walks over to the counter to pay. The woman taps the buttons on the screen expertly and scans the price tag. “That would be €699,- please.” Right. Euros. MJ does the math quickly and nods when she takes out her card. That would be a little over $750. Together with the $50 her parents gave her to take the boys out for another gelato she’d have enough to buy the additional part to her plan, something even Peter doesn’t know about.

Payment approved.

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After MJ finishes shopping for the extra surprise, she makes way toward the lunchroom that Peter suggested they’d meet up at. The three of them decided they should take a brief moment to discuss their likes and limits before they’d dive into it. MJ is glad they’re taking this moment, but it also has her slightly nervous. She remembers the island so vividly. The near-magical atmosphere has been haunting her in her dreams ever since. She’s painfully aware she’s only seen a glimpse of this thing her friends have going on. Tony and Peter still held back a lot those two days ago and she wonders what they’re like when they fully emerge themselves. She can’t wait to find out. “MJ, hi!” She looks up and sees Peter and Tony waving at her from the terrace. The sight has her chuckle. Tony literally radiates billionaire. His simple white button-up and sunglasses resting on top of his head, sitting back nonchalantly. Peter, however, is his very bouncy self. Puppy-like. It’s so strange knowing that in a few hours’ time, Peter will have Tony on his knees. She grins and walks over, hugging the both of them from behind before she sits down opposite them. Both her backpack and bag with surprises carefully placed at her feet. “Sup, my dudes.”  “Not much,” Tony says with a shrug. “Only the tingling excitement for what’s to come.” He smirks and winks at MJ, who scoffs at the gesture. “Anticipation is half the fun.” MJ leans back in her chair casually and waves at the waiter, so she can order a lemon sparkling water.

The conversation is pleasant. Ordinary. They talk about the weather, MJ’s trip and the touristy things they’ve all done in the area. When the waiter returns and places the sparkling water in front of MJ, she smiles at him and cocks her head. She knows the boys are staring at her and it’s her goal to turn them both to putty in her hands before they even get to their getaway. She pulls out all the stops. “Thank you,” she says to the waiter, her voice a little deeper than before. When the waiter seems flustered by the eye contact she made with him, he scurries off and she smirks. “You’re really good at that,” Peter notes. “What- saying thank you?” she replies innocently. Peter’s shoulders rise so he can duck his head. “No- no, I meant, eh… Seducing people.” “Well, Aphrodite is the Goddess of Love.” “Venus,” Tony butts in. 

MJ slowly turns her head to the billionaire, her eyes still focussed on Peter’s. The young man has his lips pressed on top of each other, quietly anticipating MJ’s reply. Only at the last second, she flicks her eyes to make eye contact with Tony. He gasps quietly.  “The Romans kinda stole their Gods from the Greek and simply renamed them. If I’m playing your game, I’ll be playing it as the OG goddess of love. Aphrodite. Not Venus.” Tony swallows and straightens his back. They’re not on the island yet. The hourglasses are still upright. He should keep himself together. “You’re messing with our canon here, missy.” He waves his hand by flicking his wrist casually, but his tone of voice betrays he’s already sinking. MJ snorts at his reply and leans towards him with an open-mouthed smirk on her face. She stares at him through half-lidded eyes, locking their gazes together purposefully. “ Aphrodite. ”

The silence that follows is intense. Heavy. And it’s only when MJ finally breaks eye contact with Tony and cracks her back, slouching in the chair again, that the tension is broken. “Anything I need to know about before we get into this?” Peter swallows and slightly shakes his head. “Right! Eh, well... “ “Just tell me the whole story of how this came to be. That’s easier than trying to give bits and pieces and then forgetting stuff I should be knowing about.” MJ takes another sip of her sparkling water. “Unless that’s too personal, of course.” Peter glances at Tony, who was already staring at Peter. “You okay with it?” Peter asks, his voice gentle. Soft. Tony nods. “She already knows about the majority of our sex life through you, and is joining us on our sex island. I think we’re way past being embarrassed about this.” “Exactly!” MJ chuckles. “So, how did all this happen?”

Peter starts telling the story, quietly that is. He doesn’t want anyone else to listen in, they’re still out in public… He reminds her of the jar of dirt and how he had put in God Worship with the full intent of Tony being the one in charge. How Tony had secretly reversed their roles and gently nudged Peter into dominance. How after that one trip to the spa, Tony would crave being submissive occasionally. That Peter has only been able to dom in Italy. How the hourglass is the symbolization of Tony’s submission and how it works.

Tony takes over Peter and explains the frustrations he experienced being in the public spa, not being able to give in completely without breaking the spa’s rules. Maybe even some laws, if they got caught. He touches on how he went island shopping without Peter knowing and referred to the island as “Marcello’s blessing,” which had Peter chuckle. Tony continues the story by telling about the painstaking process of trying to keep the construction a secret from Peter and what it was like to finally reveal it to him.

And how they’ve been indulging themselves ever since.

“Wow,” MJ breathes out. “I’m… Honestly kind of honored that you’d want me there.” Peter shifts in his seat and beams. “You’re the only one we’d want there with us.” “You’re making it worse, Pete!” MJ exclaims, laughing with her eyebrows curled into a frown. “It’s true, though,” Tony adds strangely calmly. He cocks an eyebrow. “We all know I don’t like to share, but this… This will be special for all of us.” MJ hides her face in her hands, trying to hide her intense blush. Suddenly, rough fingers curl around her hands and pull them away from her. Tony holds them gently and he looks up at her with big, soft eyes. It has her heart hammer in her chest. “Will you be our Aphrodite?” A rush of arousal shoots through MJ’s body and she can’t help but notice Peter is physically responding to it as well. She licks her lips, not breaking eye contact with Tony and nods slowly. “Yes.”

-

MJ takes a deep breath when Tony reaches out for her to help her get off the boat. She takes his warm hand gratefully and takes a little jump onto the docks.  “Thank you, Tony,” she whispers and she can see a hint of desire flash in his eyes. They’re not playing yet. Back at the lunchroom, MJ had suggested they take things slow. Just relax until the vibe would settle naturally as it had last time. Both the men seemed relieved at that as well. No hourglasses are turned yet, but that doesn’t mean that the tension isn’t there. It hangs heavy in the air, applying a sweet yet sensual pressure on all of them.

Before MJ can reach around for her bags, Tony swings the flowery backpack over one of his shoulders and carries the other one close to his chest. MJ cocks an eyebrow at him. “Looks good on you,” she says and nods at the backpack. Tony snorts. “Almost gives me Hawaiian Dad vibes, doesn’t it?” “Almost.” MJ laughs and decides to just roll with Tony’s already increasing need to serve. It’s strangely satisfying to have him take care of her like that. She can see why Peter likes it and it’s only the beginning of everything. She follows after Peter towards the beautiful pool area. It’s the best place to relax and hang out for a bit. The comfortable chaise longues, the natural pool with the perfect temperature to plunge into to cool off, the patch of slightly dried grass to just lay on the ground and gaze up watching the clouds pass by. She sighs as she sits down at the edge of the pool, her legs dangling in the water. “This is so perfect,” she beams. “Thanks for inviting me over guys.” “We love having you here, Michelle,” Tony answers and the use of her full name settles deep in her stomach. She sends him a sweet smile and watches how he blushes at that.

“You know, Tony,” she starts, tilting her head slightly. The words have Peter look up at them. The girl’s voice is smooth and playful as she leans back on her hands, god, she’s so pretty. “-I could use one of those sweet lemonades you made last time.”  “Of course, I’ll get one for you. My L- Peter, would you like one as well?” Peter grins as he hears the near slip. Tony almost called him lord. Already. He knows how excited Tony is about all this. Anxious, yes, that too. Maybe that’s why the man is already leaning towards his submission. His safe space. Peter will guide him there as he always does. He nods and waves the man off. “You know I do.” “Coming right up.” Peter watches Tony stalk towards the kitchen and his gaze shifts to MJ again. The girl waits for Tony to disappear from their sight and then she gets up. “I got a dress,” she whispers and walks over towards the shopping bag, rummaging through it until she pulls out a faint pink fabric. Peter bites his lips, blushing when she slides the simple black summer dress from her shoulders. “S-should I-” he stammers and starts turning around but MJ shakes her head. “No, come over here, I need some help.”

Peter gulps when he’s presented with MJ’s bare body. She’s… She’s gorgeous. Stunning. Mind-blowing. Beautiful. Beautiful. “What?” MJ raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Never seen a naked girl before?” Peter’s breath is shaky and he mumbles. “Not in real life.” “Shit, you’re for real?” MJ quickly grabs the dress and covers herself with it. “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked if you’re-” “Move that,” he orders, gesturing at the dress in her hands. A surprised smile creeps onto MJ’s face and she uncovers herself again. Peter Parker just ordered her to show him her nude body. What alternate universe is this?

MJ shifts her weight to one foot, pushing out her hip a little and showing off her slight curves. She knows her chest isn’t big, but judging from the way Peter’s staring at her breasts, he doesn’t mind a single bit. “Contrapposto,” she whispers. “Hm?” Peter’s shame is nowhere to be found. He doesn’t even look her in the eyes when she says it. “The Greek sculptural scheme where they had the people they depicted stand like this.” She speaks quickly, trying and failing to ignore the rising tension. “They were the first to do this. Before contrapposto, all art was static.” “That’s cool,” Peter mutters. His eyes travel further down until they reach her private parts. His mouth is dry, staring at her small bush. “Did you even hear what I said?” MJ teasingly moves her free arm to brush past her body and she shifts her weight to her other foot, mirroring her pose, but the other way. “...Of course.” His lips barely move at this point and MJ chuckles. She decides to walk his way, which startles him slightly, but he doesn’t stop watching her. MJ reaches out to him, offering him the expensive dress. “Of course,” she purrs, knowing damn well Peter didn’t process a word she said. Knowing she has this effect on him makes her feel strangely powerful. “Help me in, would you?” 

Peter nods absentmindedly as he takes the soft fabric in his hands. He realizes she’s going to have to step into it. He needs to get to his knees. Fuck. He slowly sinks down in front of her, eyes wide, body shaking, until he’s at the exact height of her- “Go on. Wouldn’t want Tony to walk in on us like this, now, would we?” MJ’s comment snaps Peter out of it and he looks down to open the dress for her to step into. When she lifts one leg to get into it, Peter freezes when the scent hits his nose. His head whips to look at where it’s coming from, wanting to intensify it even more, because shit, it’s the best fucking smell in the world. He gasps softly when he spots something he hadn’t noticed before. She’s… She’s glistening? Peter’s cock twitches when he realizes he’s not only smelling how wet she is. He’s seeing it. He doesn’t notice his mouth opening slightly, his Spidey senses completely overwhelmed and MJ chuckles. “Later, Peter.”

It takes a lot of his willpower to stand up again. To move away from where he wants to be most. He lifts the dress over her hips and she turns, taking her hair in her hands so Peter can close it for her. He’s unnecessarily delicate. As if he’d break her, or wake up from this wet dream if he touched her. When he’s done, she turns again and cups his face in one of her hands. Her thumb brushes over his nose and cheek and she leans in breathing her gratitude into his mouth, but not actually giving him the satisfaction of pressing her lips against his. “Thank you.” Peter’s dick is officially, fully hard now, pressing against the fabric of his pants. He’s well aware MJ is toying with him, just like she toys with Tony. He knows that’s what she likes and she knows it’s what they like too. They’re indulging yet simultaneously denying themselves all this pleasure. It’s deliciously frustrating.

Tony nearly drops the tray with glasses of lemonade when he spots MJ in her new outfit, splayed on one of the chaises. She playfully sticks out her tongue. The chiffons flow around her body and she pulls up one of her legs, exposing it and caressing the skin. “You two better appreciate my legs, I didn’t wax them for nothing.” Tony swallows and puts down the tray before he actually drops it. Peter clears his throat, helping Tony to tear his eyes from MJ. “They sure are shiny.” Peter’s voice is slightly higher in pitch. “Ah, yeah, that’s the oils I’ve been using lately.” MJ keeps caressing her legs and both men’s attempts at remaining nonchalant about the situation are failing. “Makes them so soft…” All three of them imagine the two men touching her legs and MJ manages to collect herself by standing up and showing off the dress to Tony in its full glory.

“Oh! I nearly forgot,” MJ says softly as she saunters over to the man. She grabs the chiffon skirt and makes a turn. “Thanks for the dress, Tony.” MJ watches entertained at how the turning gears in Tony’s head screech to a halt. “What?” “The dress!” MJ gestures at herself and lets go of the chiffon mid-air, making it flow down. “It was paid for with your money.” Tony’s mouth is open, jaw tightened. “I-” “Peter was so kind to send me three nines.” A wicked smile spreads on her face and Tony’s head whips to Peter who tries to hold back his own smirk by sucking at his teeth. MJ invades Tony’s space and plays with the collar of his shirt. Her index finger touches his chin, guiding him to turn his face back to her. She opens her mouth slightly and pushes her tongue into her cheek. Tony’s cock stirs and all his mind can think is I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay.

MJ’s voice is low. Sensual. “Your boyfriend spent your money, Tony. On me.” I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay. “And I spent it on this.” I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay.

The words still beat through his head, at the same pace his heart beats in his dick, while MJ takes his hands in her own, placing them on her waist. Tony’s knees are jelly. He wants to drop. So bad. “It even feels expensive…” MJ whispers. Tony growls quietly, caressing the fabric and squeezing into it slightly. “How expensive?” “Over 700 euros.” Tony bites his lip. “That’s nothing.” “Want me to spend more?” MJ smirks. “I’ll do it. Gladly.” “I’ll add a nine next time.” This time MJ shivers aggressively. Ten thousand dollars. Next time. They haven’t even started yet. Tony licks his lips. “Where’d the other money go?” MJ breathes out her smiles and gyrates her hips. “Later, Tony.”

-

Tony’s so ready to drop to his knees. It’s obvious the three of them are bordering the edge of giving in. It’s almost frightening how easy it is. But- the two young adults are just so fucking gorgeous. So sensual. He doesn’t even have a choice but to sink deeper and deeper into his submissive role. He wants to serve them. He wants to pleasure them. Make them moan and shake and take whatever they want from him. The stupid hourglass is still upright though and he’s waiting for either one of them to push through. “Tony,” MJ’s voice cuts through his thoughts and he turns his head to look at her. The girl is holding one of the shiny red and yellow apples from the bowl of fresh fruits he’d given her earlier.  “Yes?” “I want to play a little game,” she whispers, slowly speaking each word as to drag them out. Tony stares at her and gasps quietly when his groin tingles. Oh fuck. He already knows that whatever it is, it’s going to be something good. He remembers exactly what she said to him all these months ago at the tower. “I like giving my subs physical pleasure while degrading the fuck outta them at every chance I get.” MJ loves to play. Whatever this game is, he already knows she’ll be the one shining with victory. He wants her to. She hums softly as she twists the fruit in her hand once more and then throws it into the pool casually. Watching it float.

“Uh oh,” MJ mumbles, a sly grin playing on her lips and locks gazes with Tony once more. She doesn’t say anything yet, her eyes narrowing slightly until Tony looks away from her, cheeks burning red. He’s very aware of Peter watching them and he looks over at his boyfriend. Peter simply nods towards MJ, wordlessly ordering him to focus on her for now. “I need you to fetch that apple for me, but uh, there’s a catch.” “A catch?” Tony repeats MJ’s words. “You’re not allowed to get wet. Not a single drop of water staining your skin or there will be consequences. And believe me, they’re in my favor.” Tony sniffs and stares back at the apple, still floating, creating ripples in the water around it. How on earth is he going to- It’s impossible. The only way to reach it would be to swim. Surely he’s missing the solution to her bewitched riddle. “Go on, then.” “Michelle, I don’t-”

“Come on, sweetness,” Peter coos, “-don’t keep her waiting. Make me proud.” Tony gulps and shakes his head. He doesn’t get it. His eyes scan their surroundings, hoping to find a broom or a stick or whatever, but there’s nothing he can use. He presses his lips together. He doesn’t want to displease his deities, he- Tony lets out a shaky breath when he realizes he’s starting to think of them as Cupido and Aphrodite already. He looks at MJ once more, wanting to plead for a hint, beg her to stop the light humiliation he loves, when he sees how MJ’s barely able to keep herself from laughing out loud. The realization dawns on him and he growls. She’s fucking with him, the little tease. There’s no answer to her riddle, there’s no- 

Tony smirks. There is something. MJ wants her apple? She’ll get her apple. Tony rises from his seat swiftly and runs over to her. The girl shrieks. She to scramble up when she realizes his plan, but she’s too late. He scoops her up easily and throws her into the pool. Water splashes in the air when the girl disappears beneath the surface. Peter, on the other side, bursts out laughing and Tony grins proudly. He solved the riddle after all. The Goddess got her desired fruit and he didn’t get wet.

MJ swims up and gasps when her head is no longer underwater. With one hand she pushes her now wet hair out of her face and then blinks a few times to get the water out of her eyes. “Tony!” She huffs and licks her lips. There’s a playful sparkle in her eyes when she swims towards him - the apple long-forgotten. The man gulps when she puts her arms on the tiles at the edge and pushes herself up. Everything. Everything clings to her body so tightly. Her hair, her dress . She strides towards him and Tony wants to drop to his knees - again. Still. A surge of arousal shoots through him at the thought. He crossed the Goddess and he wants to make it right. Goddess. Goddess. His Goddess?

She stops mere inches away from him. Her gaze fierce and strong as she stares up, scanning his face. Tony wants to apologize. She raises a finger at him though, it’s enough to make him shush. MJ reaches out for him, her soft, wet fingers trailing past his cheek. “Don’t look away,” she orders and Tony shakes his head in response, but a moan catches in his throat when she beckons Peter to come over. “Help me take it off again, would you?” Tony’s ashamed to admit that the scene has him hard in his shorts, his cock pressing against the fabric just right. Does this mean Peter helped her get into the dress as well? Tony stares, as she asked, at the way the water is still trickling down her body, the droplets making her skin glitter in the bright sunlight. Her hard nipples poke through the thin fabric. He stares at her, and at Peter, the boy now carefully moving her hair to one side to find the button. Tony can see how Peter’s cheeks are flushed now that his fingers brush past her skin. Tony knows how much this must mean to the boy. Peter has known he’s bisexual for so long, yet he’s never touched a woman. Not like this. The moment he manages to undo the button, MJ slides the dress off her shoulders, slowly, teasingly, until it’s all the way down to her feet and she steps out of it. Tony moans when he sees she’s naked. No bra. No panties. Just her. “Should I get the hourglass?” Her whisper is quiet but the words echo in his mind nonetheless. Hourglass. Cupido.

Aphrodite.

“Please.” Tony pleads and he doesn’t care how needy it makes him sound. They know what they’re in for. They’ve discussed this. He wants this. MJ smiles, licking her lips before she turns around to make her way towards the small pedestal a few feet away. Tony stares at Peter, Cupido, in front of him. Just in time to see the young man’s nostrils flare when MJ moves. Tony wonders if he smells her again. He hopes so. Knows it drives his lover wild. “Any last words, Peter?” MJ asks both of them, giving them a last chance to back out. Not that they want to. “No.” “Tony?” “No, Michelle,” Tony speaks quietly and groans when she lifts the hourglass, turning it to its side and putting it down again.  “Call me Aphrodite.”

Tony’s already so overwhelmed by both their presence. Aphrodite is so powerful standing there, her wet curls long and thick and gosh- he knows he wants to braid it and one point. Feel it slide through his fingers.  “Amore,” Cupido whispers, and his eyes find the god in front of him. Peter’s looking at him so sweetly it grounds him a little. The brown eyes he’s grown so used to over the years. Loving him. “Undress me.” Tony doesn’t hesitate. His fingers immediately curl around Peter’s shirt. It’s not long before Cupido’s body is revealed and the way Aphrodite gasps has them both twitch. “Oh, Cupido,” she whispers. “Those statues really were to scale.” She moves closer to the two men and her hand shamelessly touches his defined abs, right above his abdomen. “You truly are a God worthy of worship.” “As are you,” Peter whispers in reply, eyes strained on her physique as well. 

After a few shaky breaths, Peter turns his head towards his servant. “We’re going to the grass. Please bring the basket of fruit.” “Yes, my Lord,” Tony whispers and walks over to the basket, carefully lifting it up and walking after his deities to the patch of grass where they sit down. He waits. “Where would you like me to put it, Cupido?” “Just here’s fine,” Peter answers and pats the ground on his right. Tony nods, lowering the basket and then taking a step back. Waiting for the next order. It’s almost funny how much their dynamics in this had changed since the first time they did this. Where Tony, despite his submissive role, used to take the lead; he’s now giving in fully. Peter’s confidence has grown so much that the subtle power shift simply happened. Tony loves it like this. Is grateful that he doesn’t have to think much. Not when there are two gorgeous beings in front of him. It’s MJ, their Goddess, who speaks next.

“Get out of your clothes, Tony. I wish to see you fully.” Tony nods, his hands reaching up for the buttons of his white shirt and he opens them. A slight hint of insecurity washes over him. He’s not as gorgeous as Peter - his age is catching up with him. And, there’s the arc reactor with all its scars around it, covering his chest. It’s not beautiful. Not like Cupido. He pushes through, though, and he moans softly when he sees the woman’s gaze filled with lust after all. “Am I to your liking, My Lady?” “Oh, yes, Tony. Very, very much. I can see why Cupido has chosen you.” Tony moans, a very filthy moan, at those words. He drops his shirt to the floor and pushes his shorts and underwear down, stepping out of them. His cock is so achingly hard and he blushes as he sees the woman checking him out. “He’s a real work of art, don’t you think?” Cupido quips, smiling proudly. Aphrodite nods. “Why don’t you come closer,” she whispers and pats the ground in front of her. Tony nods desperately, finally, finally, able to kneel. The dry grass is cracking under his weight. The woman’s fingers reach out for him, this time just above his collarbone. Her nails grazing, tickling, as she drags them down towards the arc reactor. “Let me inspect you.”  “A-Aphrodite…” “Shhhhh, just let it happen.”

Tony lets her explore. Enjoying the warmth of her fingertips there where his skin ends and the arc reactor begins. The blue light shimmering on her skin. Slowly her hands start to roam around a little more. Tracing his clavicle, then down, less than an inch away from his nipples. He turns his head around slightly, looking at Peter. The young man is watching them, a content smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “How’s that, caro mio ?” Peter’s sweet voice makes him moan and he slumps forward just a little.  “Good,” he breathes. “-good and soft.” “Oh-” Peter exclaims sweetly and Tony’s eyes widen. That’s usually a sign something’s about to happen. A sign that his god has something in store for him. “I know something that’s gonna be even softer. Come, lay down on your back.”

Tony complies easily. The grass tickling his naked skin but he doesn’t really care. Not when Peter sits up, crouching next to him with the basket of fruit in his hands. He picks a pomegranate from it. Fingers digging into the peel. Tony can hear its seeds crack and like a Pavlov response, the sound has his dick twitch. MJ stares down at him amused, probably seeing right through them. He watches how his God bites into the peel after he turned it squishy, and then he sticks his arm out and squeezes. Tony gasps when the juice splatters down on his chest, making him wet and sticky all over.  “Aphrodite,” Cupido grins widely. “I think we should have a little taste, don’t you?” Tony groans and closes his eyes. Yes, please. He doesn’t have to wait long. He can feel Peter’s warm breath on his lower abdomen. Sucking. Tasting. Teasing. And then- Oh God. A second pair of lips find their way onto his skin. The Goddess’ lips are so soft, so soft and hesitant as she too starts pressing sweet kisses on his skin. Her tongue occasionally darts out to lick up the pomegranate juice staining his chest. His eyes flutter open again and he watches, enthralled, how MJ and Peter move closer and closer towards one another. They’re so beautiful together. Please. Please. He needs them to kiss. Wants to see how good it makes Peter feel. Wants to see those ethereal beings melt together. Sensual and erotic.  “Please,” he breathes out and moans when he realizes what he just said. They both turn their heads to look at him and Tony licks his lips. “M-may I request you kiss each other?”

Peter breathes in sharply at Tony’s suggestion and he turns back to stare at MJ. Their faces are so close already. Her lips are sticky with the same juice staining his own. He wants to kiss her, very, very much so.  “Do you…” he whispers and Aphrodite nods. Leaning over Tony’s chest to reach for him, pressing her lips onto his. Peter whines, his entire body surging with pleasure. Oh fuck, oh fuck, Tony had been right. Girls’ lips are so fucking soft. He reaches out for her, his hand on her waist and the other on the ground to support himself. She feels so different than Tony does in every aspect he can think of, but it feels good though. He likes the way her hair tickles his face. The soft sounds deep in her throat, and obviously the smell. God, why does she smell so fucking good? He wants to bury his head between her thighs, wants to lick her, taste her. Make her legs shiver around him. 

He’s so fucking nervous. The hand on her waist could easily sneak down but he doesn’t have the guts.  “You hesitate,” MJ sighs into him as her hand grabs his, slowly pushing him further down to where they both want him to be. “I can smell you,” Peter blurts out and leans back slightly, eyes opened wide when he realizes what he just said.  “What?” “S-Spidey Sense, everything is heightened, your arousal… It’s everywhere. I, I want-” “You can smell how wet I am? How much I am soaking for you?” Aphrodite grins, continuing their kiss, licking his lips open-mouthed. Peter moans and his fingers slightly dig into her hips. “Smells so good-” “Do I? That’s sweet…” MJ continues moving his hand further down her body. “Do you want to feel it?” Peter nods eagerly and the Goddess guides his hands between her legs. She’s dripping down her thighs and his fingers catch it as he caresses her. Peter instinctively squeezes her inner thigh and MJ moans. When he does it, the smell intensifies for a split second. “What did you do-” he mumbles. “I didn’t do that, Pete-” She takes his top lip between her teeth and suckles on it. “You made me feel good. Making me feel good makes me wetter.” “Wanna make you feel good,” Peter moans. His hips roll midair. “Well, then,” MJ whispers, letting go of Peter to look him in the eyes. “Do you want to taste it, Cupido?”

MJ lays down on the grass, lifting her knees and resting her feet in the tickling strands. Peter and Tony stare wide-eyed at the phenomenon in front of them. She’s literally oozing slickness and Peter wants nothing more than to stuff his face into it but he’s scared. Scared as he inches forward. Scared as he leans down until his face is right over her. The smell is intense. Addicting. His mind spins, yet anxiety settles. “Peter, are you okay?” Peter’s head whips up at the mention of his own name. Not Cupido’s. “I don’t know-” MJ immediately pulls back upon seeing the bewildered look on Peter’s face. She closes her legs and glances at Tony, who gives her a worried look. Instead of commanding Tony to get it, she stands up herself to grab the nearest hourglass. She sits down next to Peter and hands it to him. He stares at the infinity sign in front of him and his stomach aches.

“The hourglass exists for a reason,” MJ reminds him. “Use it if you need to.” She cocks her head. “You’re not ruining this. Only pausing.” Peter looks up at MJ and his breath hitches in his throat. He feels like crying over the stupidest fucking thing. He slowly puts the hourglass upright and Tony sits down next to him. Both men know MJ is in tune with her subs. That she’s a great dom. They didn’t expect her to do this. “What’s going on in your head, Pete?” MJ asks softly, genuinely. The role of Aphrodite completely discarded.  “I’ve never done this before.” His lips press on top of each other and he shakes his head. “It’s stupid, I know. I’m just. I’m nervous. How can I be Cupid if I don’t even know how to make someone feel good?” MJ places her hand on his shoulder and squeezes slightly. “You’re already making me feel good. But it’s completely normal to feel these things.” “I want to learn how, though,” Peter says while blowing up his cheeks. MJ smiles kindly and creates a bit of distance between them so Peter can breathe. “Do you want to try it as Peter, Tony, and MJ? Keep the hourglass upright?” Peter nods, a little embarrassed.  “If that’s okay with you.” “Pete, we’re all here to have fun,” Tony joins in. “MJ and I will take good care of you, alright?” Peter gives a small nod and looks at the hourglass, still in his hands. He’s ready to learn. “Alright.”

“How do you wanna do this?” MJ asks. “Want me to guide you?” “I can show you how it works,” Tony states. The other two look at him surprised. “A-are you okay with that?” Peter asks rather shocked. “You’re not-” “I know. But you know I’ve shared a bed with many women back in the day. Just cause I’m gay doesn’t mean I don’t like making them squeal.” He winks, keeping the conversation light for Peter’s comfort. “Your call, Pete.” Peter turns his head to MJ who nods with a smile. He scoots closer to MJ again, but not where he was before, and he looks at Tony with a nervous expression on his face. “Show me,” he mumbles. “Please.”

Soon, Tony’s open mouth hovers over MJ’s private parts. Peter’s eyes are locked on his every movement, studying him like he would for a test. “Women are very sensitive,” Tony says softly. “Much like you, actually.” He swallows and glances up at Peter. “The more loved they feel, the more arousal they feel.” “You’re romanticizing it,” MJ scoffs a laugh and Tony cocks an eyebrow. “You’re talking to the person who was actually sent a prize cup with the text ‘#1 Pussy Licker’ engraved into it.” Tony grins. “Trust me when I say I know how to make you come four times in a row.” “Oh, I’m not questioning it. I’m just trying to say that Peter might be more of a visual learner, if you know what I mean.” “Eager,” Tony says with a smirk. Peter doesn’t say a word. He just watches.

Tony brings up his index finger and takes a bit of MJ’s wetness from the inside of her leg. She shivers visibly and Tony points at a certain spot. “This little thing here is your best friend. When you touch it just right-” MJ gasps softly when Tony’s finger expertly starts tracing patterns on her clit. “The slower you go, the more agonizing it is for her,” Tony chuckles darkly. “If you want to make a woman desperate, this is the best way, in my opinion.” “Differs per person, though,” MJ adds. Her breath is a little shaky and her muscles clench when Tony presses an open-mouthed kiss on her inner thigh. “Differs per person,” he repeats. “Best way to figure out what makes ‘em shake is to just try things. Some ladies like a bit of teeth, others don’t.” Tony scratches his beard on her inner thigh as he continues to rub slow circles on her clit. “T-Tony-” “When she’s wet enough, just keep making those little circles. Move down a bit…” He spreads her folds with his circular movements and MJ tilts her hips slightly so he has better access. “Until you’ll find your fingers moving into even more slickness. Keep circling there and then-” MJ gasps out loud when he enters her gently. “-you push in… Let her get used to you before moving. However-” He pulls out again, his fingers so slick and shiny with her wetness, it has Peter’s cock throb. MJ whines in protest.

“-Today’s class isn’t about fingering now, is it?” He smirks mischievously and MJ huffs. “You’re a tease, Tones.” It’s almost a growl. “Get that face on my puss, show Peter how it’s done.” Tony’s smile is almost innocent and he moves his face closer again. “Remember your best friend?” His voice has gotten quieter. Deeper. Peter notices how the vibrations of it go straight through MJ, who has closed her eyes. Her jaw is slacked, head hanging back as she leans on her elbows in the grass. “I kiss it like I would kiss her soft lips.” MJ bites her bottom lip and stifles a moan when Tony’s opened mouth softly presses against her. He lets go of her for a second to speak again. “Suckle on it, while I squeeze the skin of her legs. Keep her hips from grinding down onto my face. I’m in charge of her pleasure,” he growls quietly before pressing his face against her again. MJ moans audibly now and arches her back. She sounds amazing, and slowly, Peter feels the intensifying need to make her moan like that too. For him.

Tony explains all kinds of techniques, showing exactly how they’re done. Peter makes note of everything he does. How to lick her, go inside her with his tongue. How he can keep playing with her clit while eating her out. What patterns to draw with the tip of his tongue and how he can make her taste herself by kissing her. The whole scene is so hot and Peter is throbbing by the time MJ is nearing the edge.  “T-Tony, I’m-” she gasps, hips bucking involuntarily and thighs squeezing around his face. Tony, however, pulls back with a grin, face slick with her juices. MJ lets out a frustrated yelp and her hands flail in an attempt to grab his hair and pull him back onto her. She’s panting and growling and convulsing and it’s one of the hottest things Peter’s ever seen. Tony easily evades MJ’s grasp and shakes his head. He turns to look at Peter and cocks an eyebrow. “Ready to give it a go?”

Peter’s mouth is dry when he sits down on Tony’s spot. MJ has since come down from the edge, but the look on her face, the smell of her wetness and the little noises falling from her lips have Peter dizzy already. He’s broken out of his trance when Tony hands him the hourglass. Peter looks at it confused and Tony figures he should explain it. “If at any point while eating her out, you want to go back to being Cupido. We’re ready. Once again, your call, Pete.” “And if I don’t?” Peter mumbles quietly, slightly ashamed. “Then you don’t,” MJ breathes out. “We’re here every step of the way.” “Thank you…” Peter licks his lips nervously and Tony frowns at him before deciding he needs to do this differently.

“Close your eyes.” Tony’s fingers wrap around Peter’s shoulders and massage his neck. Peter complies and exhales through his nose. Tony nods at MJ who leans slightly forward to take Peter’s hands, still holding on to the hourglass, in hers. She pulls him down, closer, while Tony kneads his muscles the way Silvia had taught him. Tony leans in until his mouth is right next to Peter’s ear. They all know Peter wants it so much. His embarrassment holds him back. Tony’s goal is to make him so hot and bothered for MJ that Peter forgets his worries and just dives in. Tony speaks, quietly. “Take a deep breath through your nose…” Peter does as told and shivers when the intense scent overwhelms him again. He whimpers. “How’s that smell?” Tony asks. “G-good,” Peter manages to push out. When his mouth opens to speak his cock twitches as his tongue picks up on the taste mid-air. “Just good?” Tony questions as he keeps rubbing his hands into Peter’s upper back and shoulders. “Give us your words, Pete.” “It’s- it’s sweet, somehow.” “More,” Tony growls into his ear. “Intense,” Peter says before taking another breath in, eyelids fluttering, but remaining shut. “S… Sensational. Sensual.” “More-” “Overwhelming.” “More.” “Addicting.” “Do you want it?” MJ whispers. “I need it.” “Feel it.” MJ tugs on one of the hands she was still holding. She pulls the one that isn’t holding onto the upright hourglass closer to her until the tips of Peter’s index and middle finger catch some of her wetness. Peter shivers upon contact, screwing his eyes even further shut. “O-oh.” Peter barely notices how clouded his mind has become. “Juicy, isn’t it?” Tony moans into Peter’s ear. Peter replies with a moan of his own. “Open your mouth, pretty boy.” MJ’s voice is soft. Gentle. “Lean in. Taste me.”

The smell of MJ’s wetness is nothing compared to actually tasting it on his tongue. Delicious. He was right. She’s delicious. Salty and sweet and like nothing he’s ever had before. The next few minutes are a haze. Peter can hear MJ’s moans in the distance, every single one making him shiver all over, while Tony continues to growl filthy and encouraging words to him. It’s only when Tony tells him to open his eyes that Peter’s mind catches up again. "Peter, look at her face, god- she loves what you're doing to her," Tony whispers, his hands still working their magic on Peter's back. Kneading, gliding, digging in all the right places. The words make his dick stir and he moans against MJ while glancing up as much as he can. The sight is dizzying. Her lips parted where broken moans keep falling from her lips like a sweet melody. He sucks experimentally, then flattening his tongue against her clit. The way her eyes flutter makes him smile. He feels confident, powerful. 

Powerful.

As he continues to ravage MJ, he raises the one hand he hasn’t used yet. The hand that’s holding the hourglass. He curls his arm around her leg and while maintaining eye contact he places it upright on her bare stomach. The cold material of the hourglass against her skin and the anticipation of what’s about to come has MJ shaking. Peter continues to eat her out, not breaking eye contact. His pupils are blown wide. Slowly but surely he starts tipping the hourglass, while his tongue starts spelling out her name in between kisses and suckles. A-P-H- The intense, dark look in his eye causes MJ suck in a breath. R-O-D- “Peter-” I-T-E- The hourglass now rests on its side on her stomach and Tony’s touch immediately softens up on his back. “Cupido-” Tony mutters and Peter growls in response. Yes, that’s right. He’s in charge here. This is his island. Tony is his servant. And god- Aphrodite is making him lose his mind. Their sounds, the change in their demeanor and the way Cupido aggressively attacks MJ’s pussy has the Goddess bordering on the edge of orgasm. “Cupido,” Aphrodite gasps and arches her back. “Please, please, I’m so close-” “Are you?” Cupido chuckles darkly as he moves back up to suck on her clit again. “Yes-yes-yes-yes- don’t stop, don’t stop!” “Mmmmmmm.” Peter hums around Aphrodite’s sweet spot and her legs squeeze around his head, hands pulling the grass out of the ground. Her hips buck and twitch and- “Come for me, Aphrodite.”

-

Peter sighs happily as he puts his fork down. The late-night dinner they’d made together was delicious - a rich, creamy mushroom risotto with scallops and asparagus. His stomach is nice and full. Not too full, though. He knows they’re fucking again tonight and he doesn’t want his digestive system to slow him down. His cheeks flush when he thinks about this afternoon. His entire body tingles when he remembers how MJ had tasted on his tongue. How incredibly hot it’d been to watch Tony fuck her while he fucked Tony. Sandwiching their servant between them. Peter’s lips pressed onto hers while he rutted into him. He hasn’t been inside their Goddess yet. Tonight, she’d promised. Tonight. His cock stirs at the memory and his blush intensifies. MJ grins from opposite him.

“I think it’s time for dessert,” she states and stands up. “You two, wait here.”  Peter wonders what she’s up to and stares as she walks off. He vaguely remembers she said something about another surprise earlier today. Would it have anything to do with that? He eyes Tony carefully.  “How are you feeling, sweetness?” Peter asks. Tony nods and licks his lips, meeting Peter’s gaze. “I feel good, amore.” “Come here,” Peter continues and gestures for him to come closer. The man obliges instantly and kneels at his side - a small habit they’ve picked up since they’d gotten to the island. Usually Peter orders Tony to massage him, or suck him off, or praise him. Not now. Now he simply puts his hand on Tony’s shoulder. His servant shudders under his touch. “Let’s see what Aphrodite has in store for us now, uh?” Peter grins and squeezes gently into Tony’s skin. The man lets out a shaky breath and nods. Peter can see how hard the man is already. Or still? Peter isn’t sure. Early on, MJ gave Tony one rule to follow today. He only gets to come twice and it’s his choice when he wants to. He came during their first fuck and had been holding off ever since.

It doesn’t take long for MJ to return and she’s holding the shopping bag in her hands. The mischievous sparkle in her eyes has Peter on edge already. Whatever she’s planned for them, it’s going to fuck with their heads and he can’t wait.  “Hmmm, so beautiful on your knees, Tony,” the Goddess mumbles and she crouches down in front of him, shoving the bag toward the man. “Open up.” Peter cranes his neck a little to look over Tony’s shoulder. The older man’s hands are hesitant and careful as he opens the bag. A small, wooden box appears, delicate lines burned into its surface. “Wine, My Lady?” Tony asks softly and MJ nods. She reaches forward, guiding Tony’s hands towards the top and helps him slide it open. Tony hums appreciatively when he sees the name on the label. “Good choice.” “I know. Now, why don’t you go fetch me a corkscrew, honey?” Tony’s eyes glance up at Peter and he nods curtly. The man hurries off. Peter tilts his head and grins at MJ. “That must’ve cost a fortune.” “Oh it sure did, he’s gonna love this, Cupido.” MJ stands up with the bottle in her hand, showing it to Peter. Castello Vicchiomaggio FSM Merlot. It sounds very Italian and high-class and he’s not exactly surprised Tony recognized the name. He probably grew up with it. MJ takes a step closer towards him, bridging the space between them. Peter swallows when her hair tickles on his skin.

“Do you know what I’m going to do with this, arciere ?” The young God shakes his head. There are endless possibilities of what they could do with it and knowing how creative she is, he’d probably guess wrong anyway. Aphrodite smiles sweetly and leans in, kissing him so incredibly gentle that it has his knees weak. He groans quietly, putting his hands on her waist to drag her flush against him. Her curves make him dizzy with lust. It’s so different from the way Tony feels underneath his touch, yet it’s still just warm skin, soft flesh, to dig his fingers into. He can taste the creamy sauce on her tongue still. He grins into the kiss when he feels Tony nearing the dining room again but he doesn’t break away from her.  Tony’s reaction when he enters the room is barely audible, but Peter doesn’t miss the tiny gasp. Tony clears his throat, causing Peter and MJ to turn towards him. “M-My Lady? I’ve got what you asked for,” Tony lowers himself on one knee and presents the corkscrew to the Goddess. “Very well,” MJ answers. She takes the corkscrew from his opened hands and opens the bottle with such ease Peter knows she’s done it before. The strong, fruity aroma fills his nostrils and he hums. God, he loves the smell of red wine.  “Cupido, I need your assistance for a moment.” Peter holds the bottle of wine for her, watching how she waves her hand at Tony to make him kneel down completely. MJ gently caresses Tony’s chin. “Do you know this wine?” “Not this one specifically. The brand, yes.” “Good. You’re going to taste it for us.” MJ cups her hands tightly and nods at Peter. He gets the hint. He tilts the bottle and bites down on his bottom lip when he sees how the crimson red liquid fills her hands. Droplets seep through her fingers. “Drink.”

Peter watches, enthralled, how Tony’s eyes flutter shut at the command. His head bowed, lips kissing MJ’s fingers slightly before he laps at the wine. Drinking it all up. It’s messy and the drink stains on the man’s chin. Dripping onto his chest and onto the floor.  “Gooooood,” MJ coos when Tony licks up the last bit from her hands, sucking on her fingers to clean her up. Her index finger trails across Tony’s lips and they part naturally. “Tell me, how’s it taste?” “Sweet…” Tony starts quietly. “Earthy, rich. It’s delicious, My Lady. Thank you for granting me my share.” The Goddess is pleased with his answer. Peter can see how she’s in her element. In charge of the situation. In charge of Cupido, too. 

Tony stares at the expensive bottle in Aphrodite’s hand. He can’t believe she spent his money on this. Of course, the amount she spent is nothing compared to the numbers in his bank account. He wouldn’t even notice. But he’s very aware of how incredibly much this is for the both of them and the thought has him shiver all over.  “Now,” the woman speaks and smiles down on him. “-what should we do with it?” “I… I can get some chalices?” “Nah, I want it to be special. Do you know how expensive this one is, Tony?” “I do.” “Good.” Aphrodite doesn’t break eye contact with him as she raises the bottle and flicks her wrists. The wine splatters onto her chest and streams down. Oh fuck, oh fuck- “There goes your precious money, tesoro. Come, catch it before it goes to a waste.” Tony groans and rushes forward. His lips sucking on her skin, tongue darting out in an attempt to catch most of the wine. She laughs, aiming for his head. Tony feels the liquid trickle down his hair and it’s so humiliating yet pleasurable at the same time. His cock twitches, hanging hard and heavy between his legs. His lips move their way up her legs as he keeps drinking, trying to spill as little as possible. Obviously, he fails at that. The wine pours so freely that he could never catch even half of it, but the fact that Aphrodite is literally wasting his money here turns him on beyond limits. 

“Please,” he mumbles into her skin when she stops spilling the liquid. She stares down at him and Tony moans, his tongue darting and teasing along her inner thigh. “Taste so good, My Lady.” “Do you think you deserve more?” Tony moans at the words and casts his eyes down. Staring at the stained-red floor.  “That, I will leave for you to judge,” he mumbles softly. Aphrodite chuckles sweetly from above him. “You’re such a wonderful servant boy- so polite and well-mannered. Cupido has taught you well.” Tony doesn’t know why those words nearly have him collapse. Nearly have him beg for anything his deities are willing to give him. Aphrodite called him boy. He shivers just thinking about it. The simple word is just another reminder of his position beneath them. His very submission credited not to him, but to Cupido. He’s sinking deeper. So much deeper. All he craves at this moment is to please them.  “Oh Cupido, just look at him. Isn’t he the prettiest thing? Here- it’s your turn.” Tony gulps, not daring to look up at them yet. His heart is pounding in his chest. Is- Is his lover going to spill the rest of the wine? His fingers curl together and he takes a shaky breath. Gasps, when he sees his God’s feet moving closer until they’re right in front of him. “Look at me,” the young man’s voice demands and Tony’s head shoots up. Peter’s eyes are dark with lust and looking down at him so sweetly- he has to shift closer. Tony shuffles on his knees, resting his chin on the God’s leg. “Please, My Lord- Please.”  “Oh do I love hearing you beg, caro mio , open your mouth.” Tony obeys easily, parting his lips while he keeps staring up at his lover. He stares how Peter tilts the bottle until the wine comes pouring out once more, this time clattering into his mouth. Tony tries, very, very hard to swallow it all. But it’s impossible. Impossible to keep up with. He drinks, gulps down as much as he can. Very aware of the fact the entirety of him is wet and sticky and sweet. He knows he can’t get truly drunk from the amount he manages to drink up but his body starts feeling slightly buzzy anyways.  “That’s it,” Cupido coos, “-that’s it, amore.”

Soon, the bottle is completely empty. The soft, dripping sounds when the last droplets fall from Tony’s hair into the puddle of wine around him ringing in his ears. He feels so good. So incredibly good. Aphrodite beckons Cupido to come closer and they crouch in front of Tony together. All Tony can do is stare at their divine bodies. Smooth, strong, shiny and powerful. MJ’s fingers trace past Tony’s chest and Tony stares, eyes fixated on the way she then brings her hand in front of Cupido to let him taste. He watches how Cupido’s lips wrap around her fingers so nicely, sucking on them. Moaning.

“I think it’s time we show you our master bedroom,” Cupido whispers the moment her fingers slide out of his mouth. MJ stares at his sweet face, before she breaks out into a smile and nods. Somehow, the thought of being in their bedroom makes the whole situation a lot more intimate and real. She watches how Peter’s arms wrap themselves around Tony’s wine-soaked body and how he lifts the man easily. MJ nearly gasps. Peter is smaller than Tony, and yet- he carries him as if he doesn’t even feel anything. Spidey strength? The mere idea of Peter… Cupido being that strong does things to her. “Caro mio,” Peter whispers to the man, pressing a gentle peck on Tony’s chest, kissing the wine of him. “You are so beautiful. So perfect. We’re so pleased with you.” MJ smiles fondly at seeing her friends like this, at seeing Tony melt into his God's arms so sweetly. She follows after them. 

Peter smiles when they walk into the bedroom. MJ’s close behind them. He loves this room. It’s spacious and big, yet the dim lights make the room feel so cozy. He walks towards the bed and moans when he spots the gaze in Tony’s eyes, lowering him into the silk sheets. He’s actually under now. So pliant. So sweet. So malleable. Ready to do anything they might want from him. “Cupido,” MJ whispers from behind him. Cupido eyes her curiously.  “Aphrodite?” “I think it’s time for me to fulfill my promise to you.” Peter gulps at those words and he nods breathlessly. He is going to fuck her. He is going to be inside her. Inside a woman. Tony’s been describing it to him more than once and he’s so ready to find out what it feels like. To make their Goddess feel good. He stares intently when she lowers herself onto her back and without even realizing he’s doing it, he climbs onto the bed and hovers his body on top of hers. Their skin isn’t touching, but he can feel how warm she is. Hears her heart beating. As nervous as he was to eat her out this afternoon, he’s not nervous now. “Tell Aphrodite how beautiful she is, Tony,” Cupido growls as he moves one hand down, tracing her fingers through her wetness. She’s so slick, so fucking slick it has his mind spin with desire. Tony breathes in heavily before he speaks. “Aphrodite- you are divine- your hair, waves for your loyal servant to push his fingers through, skin glowing with warmth and lust, feeding my desires with endless pleasure-” Tony sighs, his voice hoarse and quiet. Peter takes this moment to trail his fingers up slightly, remember what Tony had taught him this afternoon. Be slow. Gentle. Don’t push but- MJ gasps out loud when Peter brushes past her sweet spot. Her legs dropping wider unconsciously while Tony continues his praise. “Your eyes carry the night sky, hiding infinity behind the stars. Your presence is humbling, dizzying. Like alcohol, you tear my defenses and aid me to give in to your gentle touch. Divine, Aphrodite, you are divine-” “Oh my god, Tony-” MJ murmurs and reaches out for the man, her fingers wrapping around Tony’s cock to stroke him ever so slowly. Tony actually whimpers at the touch and Peter moans seeing both of them expressing their pleasure. He feels so strangely satisfied. 

“C-Cupido-” MJ moans and Peter’s eyes find the Goddess’ gaze staring at him hungrily. His face flushes when he knows what she’s going to ask him next. “Will you please take me?”  “Don’t you want me to fini-” he breathes and casts his eyes down where his fingers are still rubbing against her.  “Oh, I do. C’mere.” Peter swallows when he shuffles closer between her legs. His cock is throbbing and it twitches when he realizes he’s about to fuck her. Not just any woman. It’s MJ. Aphrodite. She’s so incredibly pretty and sweet and the way her mouth tugs into a little smile has his insides burn with lust. Tony’s cuddled up at her side, his lips parted where tiny huffs leave him with every stroke on his cock. MJ grins at him and lifts her legs up, resting her ankles on Peter’s shoulders. Their hips are so close. He twists his wrist slightly to have his thumb rub against her again, the touch earning him another moan. “Aphrodite, I- Can I?” 

All it takes is one little nod. Peter groans, nearly stumbling forward when he grabs his own cock to guide himself inside her. He pushes in and- Peter squeezes his eyes shut when he feels her warm slickness surround him.  “Oh my-” he chokes out when his hips sink down completely. It’s so easy . It’s so similar and yet so incredibly different to how Tony feels and- He can’t think anymore when she tilts her pelvis to make him slide in even deeper. “Give it to me, Cupid. Do not even think about holding back-” Aphrodite orders him and Peter nods, slowly pulling back only to slam back in. Pleasure shoots up his spine and he loses himself in a dizzying rhythm. MJ’s moans ringing in his ears, Tony staring at the both of them in awe. His free hand grabs around her upper leg to draw her in closer and he knows his fingers are digging into the soft flesh maybe a tad too harshly but her scent is increasing, her moans growing louder and when he tries to ask, she shuts him up with a rushed, “-don’t stop.”

So he doesn’t. 

“F-feel so good, Aphrodite,” he whimpers and leans forward slightly. Her knees bending closer into her chest to give in to his weight. Where sometimes he’d have to get extra lube when fucking Tony, MJ only feels slicker around him with each thrust. He knows she’s getting closer to her high. Her moans are getting breathier, her legs trembling slightly where they still rest on his shoulders. He picks up his pace, his thumb flicking over her, playing with her clit. “Close, ‘m so close, don’t stop-don’t stop!” “I won’t. I’ll never stop, can’t stop even if I wanted to, can’t-” Cupido’s words are cut off by Aphrodite’s sweet cry. Her body tenses for a moment, and- oh god. Her insides squeeze around him, her entire body going slack. Peter grunts, rutting into her while she tightens again, and again, and again. She brings her hands down and gently moves his fingers away from her.  “Need a sec,” she chuckles, the sound turning into another moan when Peter drives forward again. He wants to come, so badly. He’s getting so close so fast and he knows it’s probably too fast, but god- who can blame him. It’s his very first time like this and he just made MJ come around him and she just feels so good, and-

“I can’t wait to taste the two of you mixed together,” Tony mumbles, his voice shaky as MJ’s hand cups his balls, playing with them. “-it would be such an honor. Can I- please? Aphrodite can I please eat you out after he comes?” Cupido growls, inching forward even more, one of his hands creeping up towards the Goddess’ throat. His fingers curl around it and he can feel her fast pulse on his fingertips. Aphrodite gasps and the young God bites down his own lip harshly. The woman loves being choked, loves the pressure, the lack of oxygen for a moment. She’s explained it to him all this time ago and now he has her right here, so he squeezes ever so lightly, aware of his increased strength.  “T-Tony, yes- Permission granted, I- Fuck. Cupido, show me just how strong you are, please. I can take more, I promise, I promise. I’ll tap you if it’s too much but-” Peter tightens his grips and the way MJ’s eyes flutter shut makes his dick stir with need. Just a few more thrusts- just a few more. Oh fuck- “I’m gonna-” Cupido manages to breathe out before he tips right over the edge. His body crashes forward, MJ gasping and pushing her hips up to take him all the way in where he spills inside her. His grip around her throat loosens up, his brain clouded and fuzzy in the best way possible.  Slowly, his breathing comes back down to a more normal pace. He casts his eyes down, staring at MJ’s dazzling sweet smile. She pats the bed on her right, eyeing Tony mischievously. “Your turn, honey.”

Cupido nestles into her side and watches wide-eyed how Tony crawls between her legs needily. His lips capturing her clit expertly. Sucking, licking down more and more until he laps the God’s cum right out of her. It’s a fucking wonderful sight, Peter wants- “You’re still hard, Cupido-” Aphrodite whispers, moaning when Tony touches her just right. Peter grins. “Being Spider-Man has its advantages.” “Oh my… It’s going to be a long night, isn’t-” Aphrodite’s voice turns into a loud whimper when Tony grabs her hips tighter and Peter glances down, seeing how the man drags his tongue over her sweet spot again and again. “It is,” Cupido answers while gripping his own dick. “A long, long night. We’re going to wreck our sweet servant, hmm, Tony?”  “We sure are,” Aphrodite chimes in.

Tony moans.

-

None of them know what time it is. Late, they guess. The moon is high in the sky and it’s been dark forever. Tony stares at the bodies of his deities; their sweaty skin glows a warm shade under the light of the torches and candles. His gods are spent. Cupido’s cock finally went soft after the fifth orgasm on that bed. Tony wouldn’t have an answer if he was asked how often Aphrodite came. This entire evening- or, well, the whole day- had been intense and now Cupido and Aphrodite are lazily making out while Tony tidies the room.  “You get two orgasms today,” Aphrodite’s voice still lingers in his head. “No more. You get to choose when.” 

Tony hasn’t come a second time yet. His cock aches and has turned a darker shade, veins throbbing to the beat of his heart. He didn’t want to come earlier. Not when his Cupido and his Aphrodite were still chasing their highs. He wanted - no, needed - their hunger to be sated first. To worship them, like he promised he would. His release was not important to him. But now, he can’t help but gently cup his shaft and press it flat onto his abdomen with his palm. He shivers and turns away, not wanting to bother his deities with his needs. They were done. Ready for sleep. And Tony couldn’t- “What do you think you’re doing?” Cupido’s voice is soft, yet stern. Tony shuffles where he stands and slightly ducks his head when he turns back to the bed, slowly. Aphrodite is leaning back on her elbows, head cocked, while Cupido sits up straight, one opened hand resting on Aphrodite’s chest. “I-” “What did I tell you about hiding your pleasure?” Tony’s lip quivers at his Cupido’s words and he lets go of his dick.

“Ouch,” Aphrodite chuckles at the sight. She moves to sit next to Peter, placing her hand on his inner thigh. “Say, you only came once today, didn’t you?” Tony nods, bowing his head. “Yes, my Lady.” “How many times did I say you could come?” “Twice, my Lady.” Before Cupido can jump in to make a comment about how he doesn’t agree with Tony holding back like this, Aphrodite coos and crawls off the bed to stand up. She leans into her hip and rolls her shoulders. Tony knows she must be sore from the thorough fucking, but she somehow manages to keep her composure. She’s still a goddess. “Such a good servant for waiting for us… Isn’t he, Cupido?” She looks back at Cupido, who seems slightly flustered. “He shouldn’t-” “Loyal,” Aphrodite interrupts and saunters over to Tony, cupping his cheek in her hand and smiling at him. “Perfect.” She then purses her lips and sucks at her teeth, letting go of him again. “Cupido is right, though…” Her fingers trail down his neck to his chest, circling around his nipples. “You shouldn’t hide.” She moves lower, drawing patterns on his skin with her index finger, but never touching Tony where he wants her to. “Your worship means nothing if we cannot give back. Your pleasure is a gift to us. Your offering. We crave your release as much as you do.” Tony swallows, but his mouth is dry. He stares down into Aphrodite’s eyes and can’t help but whimper.

Suddenly, Cupido is beside her, shifting Tony’s attention to him. “How would you like to come, caro mio?” Cupido creates goosebumps on Tony’s skin, simply by lightly caressing his arm. “You have given us all we could wish for. Let us give back.” Tony presses his lips on top of each other, flustered at the sudden attention he’s receiving from his gods. “Speak,” Aphrodite whispers, emphasizing the word by lightly tapping the head of Tony’s cock once, causing him to gasp and lean forward involuntarily. “Tell us your darkest desires.” Tony stares at their lips and licks his own, building the courage to say what he wants to say. “I- I would be honored if you-” His jaw twitches and he closes his mouth. “Yes…?” Cupido asks quietly. “If… If you would grant me the touch of your lips on my… On…” Oh, fuck, even just saying it has him throb. He’s not sure if he can even finish the sentence. “Say it, sweetness,” Aphrodite encourages him by pressing into his space a little further. “...On my cock.” Tony gasps when he finally gets it out.

Cupido grins wide. “Are you saying you want us to kneel for you?” Tony steps back, cheeks burning red and shaking his head. “No- no, I didn’t mean-” He finds his back pressed against the wall, his deities not letting him get away. He stares, eyes wide, at Cupido when he slowly gets down on his knees. “You’ve been the sweetest servant for weeks,” Cupido sighs, inching closer to Tony’s cock. Tony can feel his god’s warm breath on his shaft and he grasps at the wall behind him to hold himself up. “It is time I serve your pleasures.” Aphrodite smirks, her hands let go of Tony, only to push her fingers through Cupido’s curls as she also moves down to her knees. Tony could come from the mere sight of the very gods he worships, on their knees in front of him. He can barely believe this is happening. But it is, oh, it is.

Tony moans when Cupido kisses his shaft, causing it to twitch. It is finally getting the attention it has been craving for. Aphrodite joins in, tickling his balls with her tongue before licking a stripe up the shaft. It’s slow, so slow, oh, it hurts. But it feels so good. “Please- oh, god-” Tony couldn’t close his eyes if he tried. All he can do is watch and feel, how Aphrodite grips his thigh and squeezes into the skin. His cock is shining and wet from their saliva. He involuntarily bucks his hips when Cupido licks the precum off the tip, only to spread it over his cock by flattening his tongue on the shaft. 

After a few minutes of absolutely delicious torture, Cupido kisses up Tony’s abdomen to his chest, swirling his tongue around the nipple before leaving long, wet kisses up and up and up until he reaches Tony’s neck. He nibbles the shell of Tony’s ear and uses his hand to caress Tony’s skin everywhere. Aphrodite takes full control over Tony’s cock and he moans obscenely when she wraps her lips around the shaft. She hollows her cheeks and presses her tongue up while expertly bobbing her head up and down and she’s heavenly. He only half notices how his knees give out and he feels Cupido’s strong arms wrap around him to keep him upright.

“So weak for us,” Cupido coos, kissing Tony’s jaw, suckling on it. Tony feels like he’s losing his mind. Or has he already lost it?  “Yes,” he breathes out. “You’re the perfect servant, aren’t you?” “P… Perfect.” Tony can’t even make any coherent finishes through his pants and moans. “Aphrodite is taking your cock so well… Your goddess loves you- I love you.” Cupido’s voice is deep. True. Tony’s god forces him to look down into Aphrodite’s eyes, staring up at him with dark eyes. “Go on, then.” Cupido smiles against Tony’s skin and wiggles himself between Tony and the wall behind him. Their hips are at the same height, Cupido’s dick soft, pushing against the crack of his ass. “Take her head in your hands. Fuck her face, amore.” Tony only barely manages to place his hand on Aphrodite’s hair, gripping weakly. He’s being held up by Cupido. He couldn’t even push himself forward if he tried. “C-can’t-”  “Oh, Tony,” Cupido says with a grin. “Let your god make it possible.” Cupido pushes his hips into Tony’s, making him push further into Aphrodite’s mouth. Tony moans when Aphrodite gags around him. Cupido starts a steady rhythm, helping Tony fuck Aphrodite’s face while whispering the filthiest things Tony’s ever heard. “P-please, so close-” Tony gasps for air, intertwining his fingers with Aphrodite’s hair even further. The goddess takes this as an invitation to speed up, as does Cupido. Tony can barely breathe anymore, short, loud whines fall from his lips with every push into Aphrodite’s mouth. Her hands pump along and play with his balls and the words Cupido says make his mind spin. “ Yes, ” he gasps. “Yes, yes, yes, oh, god, I’m-!”

Aphrodite takes everything Tony gives. Even though this last one was about Tony, they somehow still stuck with their dynamic. Tony’s body thrashes in Cupido’s hold, but his god holds him up with ease. The servant’s orgasm somehow washes over all of them. It’s rewarding. And though Tony is the only one who came this round, they can all feel his afterglow as his eyes roll back, completely giving in to Cupido’s hold.  “Thank you,” Tony slurs. “Thank you, thank you-” His words fade, and his jaw slacks. He’s smiling, and so, his gods do too. Cupido lifts the fucked out body of his servant to carry him back to the bed and it’s not long before all three of them cuddle up and drift off.

-

It’s quiet and MJ smiles when she can hear the soft waves crashing on the shore far away. She shifts slightly and stares at both boys happily. They’re both fast asleep, their bodies completely spent and fucked-out after hours and hours of sweet lovemaking and pleasure. MJ is slowly falling asleep too. She drags her fingers through Peter’s curls on top of her chest and giggles when Tony’s arm around her waist twitches, she wonders what he’s dreaming about. He looks so peaceful and sweet like this. She nuzzles into his grip and closes her eyes.

Aphrodite. She’s Aphrodite.