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avengerscollection · 5 years ago

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Can you write a fic where Peter is 23 something and self made millioner at this young age and is super genius.. but he is still Spider-Man since he is 14, And Tony is not 48 but younger like 35 or something but everything still happened till age of Ultron, and Papper and Tony tried to be in relationship but it never clicked so the decided to be friends only... no CW or IW or EG... And no one knows Peter is Spider-Man except for Ned Mj and Aunt May... ?

I honestly could’ve taken this and written a whole multi-chaptered work, but I tried super hard to condense it. I hope that you like this, and thank you so much for the interesting prompt!

TW: Non-descriptive pretend injury.

He’d never quite felt at home with the high society. He’d always felt too home grown, too lanky or too fast-spoken. An Eggsy Unwin surrounded by the likes of Harry Hart and worse. He tugged at his tie again and stepped out of the way of a woman breezing past, her eyes laser-focused on where her husband was flirting with another socialite.

Parker Exploratory was on its fourth year of being a million dollar company, and Peter was on his fourth year of feeling like a tiny little worm on a big fucking hook, writhing in the crashing tide and desperately trying to avoid being eaten. He’d dodged a lot of competition, betrayal and trial and error to get where he was, and though he was proud of his achievements, sometimes he wished he was still a nerdy little kid sat in his dorm room, accidentally dissolving his bedsheets with tensile acid.

He’d been here long enough, right? Of course he had. He set his champagne flute down, fixed his gaze on the exit and was four steps towards it when a hand slipped into his own and he was swept off course, twirled around until he found himself nose to nose with a smirk wearing dark, red shades. “Running away at midnight, Cinderella?”

Tony Stark, looking absolutely devastating in an Armani three-piece, rich black with a gold waistcoat that would look tacky on anyone else. Peter huffed out a breath but allowed the older man to glide them across the dancefloor, letting go of Tony’s hand to reach out and slide those shades up his face and into his hair. Rich, dark eyes blinked across at him, one of which was outlined in smudged purple.

“Nice bruise” he remarked. He knew what it was from, of course. The maniac fool who’d last tried to take over New York had also put a tender bruise on Peter’s jaw a few days prior. And, like Tony was reading his mind, his gaze dropped down to where Peter had carefully layered concealer over the reddened mark. It was fading fast with his healing ability, but not fast enough to have been gone by the time the Gala came around.

Tony smelt like expensive aftershave and whiskey, and this close Peter could count the barest hint of freckles that dusted his nose. Tony Stark had always been handsome, and the object of Peter’s heart since he’d first seen the man’s face on a Forbes magazine aged ten. Tony’s smile grew, baring one little canine as he man leaned in closer, enough that on their next step the man’s artful stubble scraped along his jaw.

“Likewise, darling. A word of advice; if you’re going to use makeup to cover a bruise, you should apply it to the rest of your face, too. It rather stands out otherwise, to those who know what to look for”.

Peter’s heart thumped, but he’d been hiding his alter-life for far too long to trip himself up. “You got me” he hummed back, shrugging good-naturedly. “Had an unfortunate mis-hap in the lab. You know how it is”. Tony’s eyes glittered as he pulled back.

“I certainly do” the older man murmured as Peter untangled himself, feigning checking his watch.

“Speaking of the lab. I have things to do, and schmoozing old, rich men isn’t one of them. Goodnight, Mr. Stark” he offered as he backed away, spinning on his heel and turning his back to Tony’s broad smile. Tony Stark was the one person remotely close to discovering Peter’s secret; and he’d been treading carefully for the past two years, ever since The Avengers team was assembled by Nick Fury.

Peter hadn’t meant to get involved, but after the Battle of New York the level of threats had only continued to rise and it was inevitable that his path crossed with The Avengers as they all worked to keep the area safe. For the most part they’d readily accepted his help and respected his request for anonymity and privacy.

For the most part.

The exception, of course, was Tony. Tony, who was infuriatingly smart and hadn’t taken long at all to start pieces together all the minute clues that connected Peter to Spider-Man. Meetings or press conferences missed while Spider-Man was out stopping a ferry from exploding. CEO of Parker Exploratory sporting injuries not long after Spider-Man had taken a bit of a beating, or the maddening fact that Tony had somehow found the opportunity to scan ‘both’ of them, and crowed that their measurements were exactly the same.

(Peter may have started pretending to be a little chubbier as Peter Parker after that, but he had no intent on addressing it any time soon).

As a rival CEO, Tony Stark was perhaps the nicest competition Peter had in the field. As a fellow superhero, Tony Stark was a royal pain in his ass, and yet...Peter kinda wouldn’t have it any other way, even with how difficult it made his life. Even beyond the hero worship, he considered Tony a friend both on and off the field, and the warm way Tony made him feel was well worth the stress of trying to maneuver two different lives around the same man, who just so happened to be absolutely intent on bringing the orbit into a crashing standstill.

It was like those rom-com movies, just...Without the romance. Because Peter was that sad third wheel out of his friends and Tony was...Well. Tony Stark, bouncing between the world’s most eligible bachelor and Pepper Pott’s boyfriend. Sure, they flirted. But flirting was basically the base-line of Tony’s personality and it had never gone beyond that, no matter how much Peter might secretly want it to.

“Think any harder, Underoos, and you might start smoking” came the smart quip from besides him, and Peter’s mind got dragged straight back to the present. It was the aftermath of their most recent meeting; another criminal takedown, patrolling the streets to make sure nobody needed help.

“I’m just...Y’know. Processing the fight and everything” he excused, shrugging.as he hopped over a piece of rubble. Tony, face-plate up, rolled his eyes at him and Peter turned back around, midway through elaborating on his excuse when there was the crackle of electricity and a grunt, and then the deafening clang of metal falling.

He whipped around and found Tony sprawled on the floor, an electricity pylon sparking besides him. “Tony!” Peter leapt back over the rubble and fell to his knees besides the man, pulling the faceplate completely back and out of the way. The older man lay unresponsive, leaden on the floor even as Peter pet at his cheeks. “JARVIS? JARVIS!”

Nothing. The AI was silent, which meant the suit was completely offline. Peter tried to quell the panic as he shifted, ripping off one glove in order to hold his hand under Tony’s nose. He waited several seconds but couldn’t feel any gentle puff of air, and he let out a ragged sound as he looked around. He didn’t have a communication line with any of the other Avengers, and there was nobody in the vicinity.

Sucking in a deep breath, he rolled his mask up under his nose and ducked down, cradling Tony’s jaw as he closed his lips over the older billionaire’s. No sooner had he begun to blow air into Tony’s mouth did the man splutter and jerk away, long lashes sweeping upwards as he grinned up at Peter, who gaped with furious embarrassment creeping up his cheeks.

“You asshole!”

Tony was laughing now, propping himself up onto his elbows as Peter wrenched his mask back down, scowling even though Tony couldn’t see it. “You’re an actual asshole! I thought you-- I thought you were dead! I could’ve broken your ribs!” His heart rabbited in his chest as he scrambled backwards, staring across at Tony, who looked only the tiniest modicum guilty.

“Okay, I admit, that wasn’t the best--”

“I’m leaving now. And next time you get electrocuted, I’m not gonna do anything” Peter announced loftily, rising to his feet. Tony tried to push up to follow him, but with a flick of his wrist Peter webbed his hand to the floor and continued to trot away, covering his ears when Tony tried to call for him. “La la la, can’t hear you! My senses don’t pick up on faking, lying liars!” He called, just before he stretched an arm up, shot out a web and took a running leap to swing himself away.

For all intents and purposes, he’d more or less just kissed Tony Stark.

The moment stuck with him over the next few weeks, replaying in his mind over and over like an annoying advert no matter the time of day or night. How perfectly still Tony had lay there, the way his eyes were bright with mischief when they opened, the feel of Tony’s lips against his own.

Why had Tony done it?

Well, sure. It was a prank, but. Tony’d never pulled something like that before, especially not to the extent of mouth-to-mouth. In fact, Tony had a personal gripe with mouth-to-mouth CPR. He was still unconvinced that the power of Hulk’s roar had woken him up during the 2012 Battle of New York, and it had in truth been Steve - conveniently leaning right over him - who’d macked him back to life.

He stayed out of the way of The Avengers during his whole dithering processing period, not quite sure what to do. Tony didn’t seek him out - Either of him, and that was...Good. It gave him time to think, time to brush off the incident and get over it. He had a business to run. A successful business that had absolutely nothing to do with Tony Stark.

So why was Tony Stark in his office?

He stopped short in the doorway, fingers tightening around his takeout coffee cup as he stared at the man perched artfully on the edge of his desk. The man looked like some sort of magazine model, two-piece suit form fitting and the sunlight through Peter’s window framing him tastefully.

“Oh, Mr. Parker” Tony greeted, glancing up at him sidelong with a dazzling smile. Peter shuffled enough to shut the door behind him, watching Tony as he stood lazily, smoothing down his jacket before he strolled casually across the space between them. He stepped closer and closer, expression intent but unreadable, and Peter found himself backing up until his shoulders hit the wall.

His cup was still brandished between them and Tony’s fingers curled slowly and gently around his wrist, pulling his hand out to the side. He wasn’t wearing shades today and his eyes were deep and rich. This close, he smelt like cinnamon and coffee.

“What are you-” Peter’s question was cut off as Tony ducked down, head tilting just enough to brush their lips together in the ghost of a kiss. He was so surprised the question died on his tongue, chased away by another chaste press of their lips.

He was still stunned into silence when Tony pulled back, a triumphant smirk quirking his mouth.

“So you are Spider-Man”.

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avengerscollection · 5 years ago

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Prompt where tony tells peter he doesn’t want to cuddle with him and peter goes to Steve for cuddles instead and tony gets jealous

Here you go, precious! I hope this hits the spot, and thank you sm for sending this in.

TW: Slight angst | Slight jealousy.

I’m too busy, kid. I’ve got things to do. I’m an adult with responsibilities, I can’t just lay around all day.

Tony hadn’t said it meanly, but it had still stung a little. He knew Tony was an adult - Was frequently reminded about that fact, in all honesty, but...He couldn’t help being a little clingy, sometimes. This was all new to him and he’d always been a pretty cuddly kid regardless, and now that he was around amazing people like The Avengers? How could you not want to hug them?

He kept his head up as he walked, knowing Tony’s refusal wasn’t personal, and he headed for the common floor. Nothing cheered a man up like a snack and the world’s singular most HD television. He was slightly surprised to find Steve Rogers slouched on the comfortable couch facing the TV, long legs sprawled out across the cushions with a punnet of strawberries and cherries tucked up against one hip.

“Hey, Queens” Steve greeted as Peter approached, smile warm and sleepy-soft. Ever since Bucky Barnes had been brought back into the fold the man had been visibly more relaxed and calm, soothed by the knowledge his long time best friend and suspected secret lover was safe with them.

“Hey, Mr. Rogers” he greeted back, perking up. So Tony wasn’t up for giving him attention, but Captain America was almost always up for company. He grabbed a can of soda from the fridge and padded around to the couch, peering curiously at the movie playing on the screen. “Star Trek?” He grinned, hopefulness tingeing his words, and Steve gave a soft sound.

“Chris Pine is rather handsome” the supersoldier admitted, shifting to offer a space on the couch to the teen like reflex. Peter still hesitated, Mr. Stark’s grumbled mention of his neediness lingerie on the edge of his mind.

“Is it...Cool if I join?” He asked tentatively, and Steve’s soft blues flicked to him with curious fondness, one hand moving to pat the space he’d made agreeably. His smile was wide and happy as he shuffled onto the couch, carefully shifted to wedge himself between Steve and the couch, head peeking up, propped on the man’s sturdy hip.

He liked cuddling with Steve. The man felt safe and solid in the most reassuring of ways, a steady constant that made Peter feel welcome and protected. It was not to say he didn’t feel this way with the others, because he did, but something about Steve Rogers (not just Captain America) made him feel like he was in the best hands.

Two movies later and Steve had twisted a little to sling an arm around him, petting absently at Peter’s hair as they watched John Wick tear his way through the criminal underground. He felt calm and content, halfway to dozing when a tight voice piped up from the doorway.

“What is this?”

Peter turned and, oh. Mr. Stark. “John Wick” he replied sleepily, shifting to cushion his head more comfortably against Steve’s hip. “Its the second one” he elaborated with a soft smile. Tony’s expression was still pinched.

“I know that” he replied tersely. One finger was tapping at the crook of his arm and Peter returned the stare with a puzzled glance. Tony looked...Not mad, but not exactly thrilled, either. “You. You left the lab. You hardly ever leave the lab. Why?”

“Uh. You told me to?” Peter managed, brows furrowing. Did Tony not remember? Judging by the twist of his expression, it was hard to tell.

“And you left for...This?”

“I like watching movies” Peter argued defensively, and Steve chuckled beneath him, the vibrations running along his jaw.

“Not what he’s upset about, Queens” Steve hummed, carding a hand through his hair again before shifting to rise to his feet. “Stark’s huffing because you left him and now you’re spending time with me”.

Peter’s brows pulled together. “You told me to!”

The older billionaire made a disgruntled sound, rubbing at one temple. “I didn’t tell you to rub yourself all over Captain Do-Good like a cat”.

“Alright” Steve interrupted, clapping Tony warningly on the shoulder. “Clearly; you were in one of your funky moods and dismissed Peter’s company. And you’re salty about it”. Peter felt an odd rush of pride at that - Salty was one of the words he’d taught Steve before.

“I am not salty about-”

“That’s your salty face. Anyway. Spoon with your terribly young lover and apologise for acting like an ass” Steve noted kindly, squeezing Tony’s shoulder before shooting a warm smile at Peter and hastening out of the room, eager not to be caught in another of their low level spats. Peter watched him go, vaguely affronted that his comfortable pillow had so rudely gotten up and walked off, before he flicked his gaze back to where Tony was lingering suspiciously in the doorway.

“I wasn’t jealous” he piped up instantly, like a kid that knew they’d be accused of dipping into the cookie jar. Peter’s lingering confusion and slight frustration faded away into a soft, lopsided smile.

“Not even a tiny bit” he agreed kindly, before stretching out. “Which is good, y’know? Trust like that. Easiness. Anyone else might get jealous. I mean, I was spooning Captain America. Not many people get to do that. Using all those toned muscles as a comfy, attractive pillo-”

“Alright, alright” Tony groused, a clear pout on his lips as he pushed off the doorframe and stalked into the room, moving fluidly to lay down on top of Peter, arms braced. “I’m sorry. I was in the zone and maybe a smidge stressed and I was probably - most likely - an asshole”. Peter softened, humming softly with a tentative smile.

“But...Seriously, kid? Cap? Couldn’t have been Barton? Banner?”

“Mr. Rogers is comfy” Peter shrugged, a warm and teasing smile on his face as Tony huffed and groaned, before he wrapped himself around the older man like an octopus. “I’ll forgive you if I’m snuggled” he decided after a moment, and Tony obligingly lowered down, blanketing the younger boy before rolling them both slightly so they were on their sides, wrapped around each other.

They were quiet for a moment.

“And just know that every time you deny me, I’m gonna go to Mr. Rogers”.

Tony groaned again, with more feeling.

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avengerscollection · 5 years ago

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could u maybe do adhd little peter ? like how his daddies deal with his fidgeting and stimming and rambling 🥺🥺

Daddies Tony and Stephen, +18 Little Peter, ADHD, cleaning days, a bit of moping at first and then fluff c:

Clean up his room, clean up his room, clean up his room. Yes, if only he could.

In his room, Peter is laying on his bed, on his tummy with his arms dangling down to the floor. The fuzzy carpet he has on the floor feels good against his fingertips, and so Peter keeps swaying his arms back and forth, testing out how the carpet feels on his fingertips, then on the back of his finger and so on. There’s plenty of options to expore.

It’s Sunday, which means it’s cleaning day, which makes Sunday one of Peter’s least favourite days. The Daddies are at it, and have been ever since they ate family breakfast together. It sounds like they are washing the bathrooms now. While they clean the house, Peter has to clean his own room. That includes putting his toys in the right place, putting away laundry, throwing out his paper trash and giving his duvet and pillows a good shake outside to dust them off.

If only, if only...

“Peter? How’s it going in here?” Stephen asks, stepping into the room.

On the bed, Peter looks up at his Daddy, freezing with dread. If only Daddy could understand how hard this is for him.

“Not so good.” Peter admits, looking down at the floor again before he rolls onto his back and gets up. He’s looking for one of his fidgeting items, and today he settles on a spinner. He relaxes a bit after spinning one time, feeling the steady vibration in his fingers from the force of the spinner spinning.

“Hmm, I know it isn’t easy. But, we gotta get started, bud.” Stephen says, but then adds. “I’ll put some music on for you.”

Hearing the familiar tunes of the ‘Undertale’ soundtrack, Peter perks up a bit where he’s still sat with his spinner. The music grounds him in an instant, and thanks to the steady rhythms and uplifting sounds, the boy gets up again.

“Okay, that’s a lot better. Now, should we start with a colour? Or maybe texture?”

“Hmm, soft ones!” Peter decides, pointing at the stuffies he has in one corner from where he was playing the day before.

“Okay, go get them! Then we’ll do your duvet and pillows next.”

Once done with the stuffies, Peter puts his spinner on his desk to grab his pillows while his Daddy takes his duvet. The boy even pretends to run into the wall on their way to the veranda, so that he can make his Daddy laugh. Out on the veranda, they meet Tony who’s dusting off their own bedding.

“Hey, look at you! Well done, Peter.” Tony praises, giving Peter a kiss on his cheek. “Shaking off all those bed bugs, huh? Give ‘em a good shake!” He encourages.

Peter shakes his pillows as hard as he can, all the while grinning and laughing. Maybe Sundays aren’t so bad after all.

“Daddy, let’s do green toys next! Cause then the T-Rex and all my alligators go in the box.” Peter says, forgetting about the pillows and rushes back to his room. “And then, we can do yellow, cause then it’s the lions and my yellow teacups. And then, pink and Barbies! Daddy, come on!”

Chuckling fondly, Stephen goes to follow Peter, and in his room he finds the boy dashing back and forth in the room to put away his toys systematically by colour. One of the boss fight songs is now playing over the speakers, and Peter is moving along to the rhythm as he cleans up.

“Having fun, baby?” Stephen asks, handing Peter the next item, which is a yellow duckie.

The boy nods with a hum, and puts away the duckie dutifully, then moves onto the pink toys.

“You do blue ones, Daddy.” Peter instructs.

“You got it, bud!” Stephen salutes and picks up a blue shark. “I think we’ve all earned ice cream after this. What do you think?”

“Yes!” Peter cheers.

“Cause I know this gets hard for you, Peter. And that’s okay, cause we are here to help, so all you have to do is ask. We’ll love you no matter what, okay?”

“Daddy, shh! I’m cleaning.” Peter shushes, making his Daddy chuckle. “I like cleaning, Daddy.” He states, humming along to the music and skips to grab the next toy on his list.

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avengerscollection · 5 years ago

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Kinktober Day 6

@starkerfestivals

Sanction

Prompt: Consensual Non-Con

Word Count:

Summary: Peter can say the words, but it doesn’t mean Tony is going to listen.

Just like Peter wants.

(consent play, light humiliation, dirty talk, crying)

Heads up: if you are bothered by non-con I’d avoid reading this. It is consensual between Tony and Peter, but since the discussion before and after isn’t shown, it could still be upsetting

It’s not weird, Peter tells himself. It’s not— it’s not bad. Tony wouldn’t, if it was. He just— he wouldn’t.

He’s standing in the kitchen, staring blankly at the shiny top of the counter, his thoughts spinning. He can almost see his face in it; he looks closer, distracting himself. Trying not to think too hard about what they talked about, what—

Peter’s breath hitches when Tony leans against his back, his arms caging Peter in place. “Hey sweetheart,” Tony says, and kisses the side of his neck. Peter licks his lips, nervous all over again.

He’s been waiting for Tony.

Tony kisses his neck again, higher, and Peter turns his head away. “Tony,” he huffs. Tony laughs and slides a hand up Peter’s side, under his shirt.

Keep reading

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avengerscollection · 5 years ago

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Day 6 - Dry Humping (Peter/Tony)

Sorry this one is getting out a bit late today! As I mentioned with my post yesterday, I decided to totally restart this one because I wasn’t satisfied with it at first. So I had to finish it. Now....I hope you enjoy 🧡

Warnings: age difference, college aged Peter, Tony calling Peter ‘kid’, dry humping, sort of power bottom!Tony, very nff but do I need to say that it’s kinktober

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God, Tony Stark’s ass.

Peter knew fully well that he was supposed to be focusing on other things. Like his homework he had come to the lab for. Or his suit, which had quickly become Mr. Stark’s priority. Or maybe he could focus on the fact that it was wildly inappropriate for him to be nearly drooling over his mentor’s ass.

But he couldn’t focus on anything other than how absolutely perfect it was.

Framed perfectly by tight jeans, every curve shown off through the thick material, Peter couldn’t help but stare.

He was lucky that he didn’t get caught. Every time Mr. Stark started looking his way, he looked to something else.

He couldn’t get caught. That would be beyond embarrassing. And he would probably be kicked out of the lab forever. Tony would never let him come back. So he kept his thirsty thoughts and wandering eyes to where he wouldn’t be noticed. It was safer that way.

———

Tony noticed. Of course he did. Peter wasn’t sly. He wasn’t careful. Tony could feel the younger man’s eyes on him.

He knew the kid was watching him. And kept eyeing his backside. Was he bothered? Absolutely not.

And he decided to have a bit of fun with him, even.

He sort of arched his back, ass popping out more than it already did. Then he leaned down against the table where he was working on Peter’s suit. His elbows were braced against the table, leaving him in a stretched out position.

He bit his lip to keep from grinning at the soft noise he heard come from Peter. A person didn’t need heightened senses or superpowers to figure out that the kid was turned on.

“Peter,” he said suddenly. “So, how’s school going? Do I sound old? All I know to ask you about is school.” He hummed, ignoring that Peter hadn’t answered at all. “Maybe not school. I’m sure you’re doing great at that...don’t even make me say it.”

Peter cracked a small smile even though his cheeks were flaming red with the sudden conversation that tore him from his thoughts. “It’s just ESU, Mr. Stark. You can say it. It’s just three letters. Like MIT.”

“Don’t even dare to compare the two,” Tony said dramatically. “But yes. That. Im sure you’re doing great.” He stretched out more, pretending to stretch his back. “Sorry. Getting older is hard, kid, I feel like my back is always tense.” He grinned. “You ever get that problem?”

The younger man shook his head a little. “No, sir. I don’t. Unless I just got done with a twelve hour patrol or something. And I don’t do that much.”

Tony hummed. “Unfair. But I guess it makes sense.” He sat up suddenly. “Actually, would you mind rubbing my back real quick? Take some pity on an old man. I’ve been leaning over this table for forever and it’s hell on my spine.”

Peter blinked quickly, looking at him. His brain couldn’t seem to keep up, not taking in anything he was just asked. But that could have been due to how much Mr. Stark had said in such a short amount of time. “Sir?”

“A backrub, Parker. Please. It seems like fair payment for working on your suit, which is why my back hurts.”

“I thought you said your back hurts because you’re old,” Peter mumbled playfully, moving behind his mentor slowly.

Tony laughed. “Oh hush. That’s the one time you decide to listen to me? Step to it, underoos, we need to keep working on this suit so you can go home soon. But I’m not lifting another finger until-“

Peter moved his hands to Tony’s shoulders shyly, cheeks flushed.

“That’s a little high, kid. Unless you need a lesson in basic human anatomy, I think you know where a back is.”

Peter did know anatomy. Which was the issue. Because the back is very very close to the plump flesh that he had been eyeing for the better part of two hours. But his hands slowly dropped, resting on Tony’s back.

“Good.” Tony had been mildly worried that he misread the whole situation. Of course, he hadn’t. “Now, don’t be too gentle, okay? I can handle it. I like it rough.”

That phrase shot straight through Peter, blood quickly surging to his already half-hard dick. Fuck.

“O-okay,” he stuttered, thumbs gently moving to dig into the tight muscle.

Tony relaxed into the touch, smirking to himself when he was absolutely sure that Peter couldn’t see him. He groaned softly at a specific dig of the young man’s thumb into his back. He had meant to have a few well placed noises to get Peter’s attention, maybe get him thinking a little more, but that one had been completely unintentional.

Peter froze at the noise, biting his lip. “Everything okay?” He asked timidly, trying to press his legs together where he was standing. He was so hard, balls thrumming in time with his heartbeat. Some sort of friction or relief was needed. Of course, he couldn’t get much without touching himself and there was no way that he could do that yet.

“All good, Pete,” Tony breathed, pressing back into the touch more. “Don’t worry. That was nice. Keep going.”

The young man nodded slowly, sucking his bottom lip under his teeth and chewing it as he tried to focus. What they were doing was completely innocent. He was thinking wrong and needed to get his mind out of the gutter.

Then Tony was making more noise, the sound that left him barely something other than an outright moan.

Peter shivered, his entire body trembling for a second. He didn’t even realize how he began gravitating closer to Tony again. His hips were only a couple inches from his mentor, the soft swell of his bulge at the front of his jeans almost touching the very place he had been fantasizing about.

And Tony was running low on patience. But wasn’t he always? He arched his back again, leaning back against the table. Which pushed his ass right against the hard-on of the man behind him.

Peter had to quickly bite back a groan at the contact, hands pulling away like Tony had burned him. “I-I’m sorry, Mr. Stark,” he stuttered, face burning. He slowly pulled away. “I’ll leave. I’m sorry. You were just wanting me to do this innocent thing and-“

“Hold it right there, Parker,” Tony said lazily, hips swaying slightly. “I’ve known exactly what was going on the entire time. I’ve got a hold on this situation.” He paused for nothing more than the drama. “And I want this.”

There was silence for a moment, which was a real feat given the two people in the room.

Then Peter cleared his throat, slowly moving into the position he had been in before. But he placed his hands on Tony’s hips instead. “So this is okay?”

Tony pressed back a little, smirking when he felt the obvious bulge against him. “Get those jeans out of the way and it will be. And actually-“

He stood up straight one more time, undoing his own and pushing them down to his thighs. The action left him in tight briefs that showcased his assets even better than the pants had. “There. Much better.” He cupped his own cock through the front of the thin fabric, humming in a satisfied way before bending over again. “Now I’m ready.”

Peter stared at him, brain seemingly short circuiting. “You...huh?”

“Peter Parker you’ve been staring at me the entire time we’ve been here. And I’ve caught it before too. Usually I’d question your judgement, but I’m too worked up now to do anything but let you faux fuck me into this table. Got it?”

“Got it,” he said meekly, blush still burning from his ears to his chest. But it was a miracle he could manage the excess blood in his face at all with how hard he was. He awkwardly unbuttoned his jeans and kicked them off quickly, erection straining against his loose boxers.

Tony wiggled a little, trying to be enticing. He grinned when he felt strong hands on his hips again and a huge cock against his ass. “That’s it. Now have at it, honey.”

That was all the further encouragement Peter needed.

He started thrusting quickly, cock fitting perfectly between the cheeks of Tony’s ass even through the two layers of fabric. He groaned at the sight, fighting to keep himself from blowing his load right then.

The older man hummed, helpfully pressing back and grinding against the heavy length. “That’s it,” he praised gently. “I know you’ve been wanting this. I saw how you stared at me. Just couldn’t help your dirty feelings, could you, Pete? How long have you wanted this?”

Peter whined softly, not wanting to answer. Then he slowly started talking as he kept his hips moving at an even pace. “I-I’ve wanted this a long...long time. Too long. Since before I even knew you,” he admitted shyly, breathing hard.

He was embarrassingly close already, balls drawing up tightly as he kept moving and thought about how he was finally getting something - someone - he’d wanted for so long.

Tony hummed, pleased. “I know, baby. You just couldn’t help yourself. Have you touched yourself? Thinking about me?” His tone was teasing, but he obviously wanted an answer.

“Every time,” Peter choked out.

Tony moaned at that, rewarding the answer with a hard grind back. “You’re perfect...such a good boy. Aren’t you, Peter, you want to be my good boy?”

Peter whined softly, the previously swift and even movement of his hips getting rough and choppy. “Wanna be your good boy,” he answered obediently. His cock twitched at the admission, due to how hot he found the words and how close he was to his end.

“I know you do,” his mentor cooed, rubbing against the younger man in a way that made his toes curl with pleasure. Tony knew that he wouldn’t be able to get off from the action, but he was okay with just making Peter cum. That was all he needed for the moment.

Then he got an idea. “Take out your cock, kid.”

Peter moaned loudly. He couldn’t tell if it was because of the command or the highly inappropriate nickname for the occasion. “W-why?”

“I want you to cum on my ass,” Tony stated like it was a well known fact. “So do what I said, Peter. I know you want to.”

Peter nodded quickly, halting his movement to push his boxers down. Then he took his cock in one hand, free hand moving from its place on Tony’s hip to gently cup his balls. He whimpered softly, hips thrusting to fuck into his fist.

“Now cum, Peter,” Tony ordered. He didn’t know that it would work, he told himself that he wouldn��t be disappointed if it didn’t. It wasn’t like they had trained or anything for the young man to be able to finish on command.

But of course, as absolutely perfect as he was, he did.

His cock twitched almost violently in his hand just before his orgasm hit. The first spurt of his cum shot straight onto Tony’s back and he realized in the midst of his high that some more aim was needed. So he aimed himself better, slowly stroking himself through the high as more of the warm cum spurted onto the desired area, soaking Tony’s briefs and making them nearly translucent as they clung to his skin.

Once he rode out the high Peter slowly took his hands off of himself, panting quietly. He looked over the sight of his mentor, biting his lip. “Woah...”

“You’re like a fucking firehose,” Tony mumbled, turning to try and look. “I couldn’t see it unfortunately, but I could feel....jesus, you made a mess of me.” He grinned, looking at the other man. “I wish I could have watched. But you did so good,” he praised again, standing up straight and turning to face him.

Peter watched him, shyly pulling his boxers back up to hide his softening cock. “I did?”

“So good. So good that...” Tony hummed, tapping a finger to his chin. “You’re free tomorrow, right?”

“Tomorrow is Saturday, sir. So yes.”

“Perfect!” He clapped his hands together, ignoring the way that the wet fabric clinging to him was started to bother him. “You’ll come over tomorrow. Because I need more of this. And as good as it was, it wasn’t quite...” he gestured to the remaining tent in his underwear. “Fulfilling for both of us, hmm?”

“Who...who said we had to wait ‘til tomorrow?” Peter offered suddenly, eyes not leaving the bulge.

Tony chuckled, watching him. “Oh, I think I like where your mind is going. Better just spend the night tonight. Let’s claim it’s for research purposes.”

“Research purposes.”

It was going to be a long night.

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avengerscollection · 5 years ago

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I would absolutely die for a fic where peter and tony are having sex and it’s not Peter’s first time but it is his first time with tony. And tony is just Kissing Peters Body up and down and he accidentally finds Peter’s sweet spots, which peter didn’t even know about. And tony can’t stop teasing peter there, who just melts and can’t form any coherent thoughts and he never knew it could feel that good because the few times he had sex where just mediocre. But this... is not.

This came out probably a lot softer than you intended, and they don’t even get all the way to actually fucking, but I hope that this satisfies! Its very sweet, loving, and now I feel like an empty shell lmao.

TW: Very brief mention of being loosely tied up with silk.

Sex was...Okay.

Like most teenagers Peter had approached sex in a divided mindset; the terror of human bodies and all the things that could go wrong or be embarrassing, and the romanticised notion born from too many movies and books that sex was some magical, intimate act that would transport him to new planes of pleasure and mindfulness.

And, like most teenagers, losing his virginity decimated any expectations and preconceived notions he’d had. It was...Just sex. It was good, yes, a little awkward maybe, perhaps more intimate in long term relationships, but it was just sex. Two bodies and two orgasms.

Good like fresh bedsheets or a nice meal.

Despite all the fantasies, Peter imagined sex with Mr. Stark wouldn’t be all that different. Yes, Mr. Stark was very experienced and would perhaps make it less awkward and a lot better, but Peter was no longer some daydreaming fool when it came to the act. Sex was sex, and that was fine. He was apprehensive and eager for it both once he and Mr. Stark began to date, but it wasn’t life shattering or changing anymore.

Until it kind of was.

Tony’s teeth scraped along his collarbone at the same time as he used his thumb to massage the space between Peter’s balls and his tight, slick hole and he arched up into the older man’s chest with a keen, cock twitching where it lay neglected against his hip. Sex, in Peter’s previous experience, didn’t last that long. Most of it was taken up by weak foreplay and preparation, and the main event was typically a ten to twenty minute affair, but it had been half an hour so far and Tony hadn’t even entered him yet.

“I could keep you like this all night, darling” Tony murmured against the crook of his neck, moving his hand up to massage the ridge of Peter’s hip bone gently, thumb skating along the prominent curve. “You look so beautiful. All flushed, pleased, so pretty under me”.

Being spoken to by Tony wasn’t like the crude, over-scripted talk in porn, or the cringy, poetic sex talk in romance movies and novels. It felt...Different. Genuine. It sank into the core of his bones and made a home there, warming him from the inside out.

“The sounds you make alone are enough to drive me insane” Tony continued, kissing his way up the groove of Peter’s neck in soft, barely-there brushes of his hips, right up to the hinge of Peter’s jaw where he pressed another kiss, then begun a path down his jawbone. Peter writhed beneath him, patience frayed, and tried to turn his head to catch Tony’s mouth, but the older man quieted him gently and kissed his temple, hand sliding back down slowly, mapping out his body.

“Tony, please” Peter tried desperately, hips jerking when Tony’s knuckles brushed against the side of his cock, like the touch was accidental. Tony hadn’t touched his cock in over ten minutes, and Peter had no idea how he was still hard, how this all felt so good when Tony was barely doing anything in terms of objective touching.

Tony seemed to take pity on him for the briefest moment, palm laying flat over his flushed dick, fingertips sliding over his balls in one firm, downward stroke, and just as Peter could cry with relief, they were gone again, tracing gentle shapes along the inside of his played thighs. It was the sweetest torture, and Peter was a willing victim.

“I t-thought you said you were gonna f-fuck me” he tried, voice too breathy to be as taunting as he’d like. Tony merely blinked up at him with a soft smile, flexing his fingers so that on an upstroke, his nails dragged along Peter’s sensitive skin. It made the teen twitch and gasp, thighs falling further apart like that alone might finally entice Tony into sliding between them.

“I’m sorry. I’m being selfish” Tony murmured after a brief respite of silence and stilled touch, shifting to kiss Peter’s shoulder, then trail his lips lower, sliding over Peter’s pectoral until he closed his lips over a hard, rosy nipple.

Peter’s body curled as the air rushed from his lungs, stomach muscles flexing and shoulders hunching as Tony suckled softly, tongue laving over the sensitive bud before his teeth closed over it, the barest scrape that had Peter yelling out, hips rutting up into nothingness. He felt like he couldn’t decide between writhing away from it or chasing it, the strange, pointed pleasure nonsensical as he tugged on the weak hold of the silk Tony had wrapped around his wrists, fixing them loosely to the bedposts.

He could break the hold all too easily, but he was careful not to, even as his lower lip wobbled with stimulation that was somewhere between too much and not enough. Tony gave a low hum in response and tipped his head, rubbing a stubbled cheek against his chest that had scratchy pleasure radiating out across his skin, a dribble of pre-cum sliding pathetically over the tip of his cock and onto his stomach.

“Beautiful” Tony praised him, kissing his chest before pinching his nipple again, pleasure on the very edge of pain. It left him breathless and ruddy cheeked, staring imploringly down at Tony with nothing on his mind but the hope of conveying the fact that he’d very, very much like to get fucked now. He was starting to think that maybe sex had just been ‘okay’ before because it hadn’t been with Tony.

“Colour?” Tony asked him softly as he pressed a kiss to Peter’s ribs, and Peter let out a breath, relaxing against the bedding for a moment.

“Green” he replied without hesitation. That was also some new and different about sex with Tony; the introduction of a system to check in on Peter’s headspace and comfort. It had sounded strange and maybe unnecessary at first, but Peter saw the benefits of it.

“Good boy” Tony hummed, shuffling carefully down Peter’s side to wriggle between his splayed legs, running his palms soothing down Peter’s thighs, up and down like one might stroke a dog. The touch was pleasant and calming and Peter let himself lay there for the duration of it, catching his breath.

One of Tony’s hands withdrew and there was the unmistakable sound of the lube tub opening between Peter’s panted breaths, the squelch of the liquid squeezing out and then Tony’s hand higher on the inside of his thigh, telegraphing his intentions as he gently kneaded Peter’s asscheek, thumb rubbing soothing circles before spreading him apart gently. He held his breath in anticipation and immediately lost it when a hot breath blew over his straining cock, soft lips chasing it a moment later.

“O-Oohh” he managed, moaning softly as Tony mouthed lazily at the slope between his balls and his slender length, tongue sliding a gentle and wet path up, down, the slickness kissed away by his lips. It had no right to feel good for what it was, and yet it did, the faintest hint of pleasure that had Peter wriggling impatiently, tugging at his bindings without intent. Tony kept nuzzling and kissing the soft, thin skin, humming lowly so the vibrations trickled through him.

He was so focused on the minuscule offering that he almost missed the gentle pressure of Tony’s slick fingertips against his hole, would have missed it entirely if not for the way that they pressed forwards and his body caved easily, bending them opening greedily, welcoming the intrusion and sucking Tony deeper in a warm, silky slide. He mouth fell open and he tried to grind down, to force them in deeper. It stretched but it didn’t really hurt, a whisper of a dull ache as Tony’s stubble prickled at the round swell of his balls.

“Taking it so well, Peter. Look at you, I could watch this for days” Tony spoke against his skin, warm and earnest. Peter let out a shaky breath and keened, thighs trembling as Tony sank his fingers right up to the last knuckle and kept them there, allowing him to adjust before he pulled them back in a slow, steady slide, again and again until it was frustratingly not enough and Peter felt like he might cry.

“Shh, shh, honey” Tony soothed, kissing his way leisurely up towards the tip. “It’ll be worth it, I promise. I’ll make you feel so good. You deserve to feel so good, Peter” he continued, hot breath over the flushed, round tip of his cock before Tony’s tongue laved over it, slow and paving the way for his lips.

Peter might actually die here, naked and spent, but that was okay, because he’d feel better than he ever had before.

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avengerscollection · 5 years ago

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I just thing the world needs more Peter Parker with nipple piercings kinda fanfics

You know what? I'd rather eat nothing but onions for the rest of my life than get a nipple piercing, but I wholly agree with you.

Peter turning 18 and going with MJ. They're sensitive and he has to wear pasties under the suit and he has Constant Fear over them getting ripped out but fuck if they don't feel so good when he or Tony plays with them.

Tattoo and Florist AU where Tony looks like he belongs in an office not a tattoo studio and Peter looks like he belongs in a rock band not a flower shop, but that's okay because they fall head over heels for each other anyway when Tony pierces his chest, and Tony knows hows sensitive they are so he tongues them each time he fucks Peter and it makes him howl.

Tony discovering Peter's pierced nips through various means. Peter forgetting and walking around shirtless, Tony needing his measurements, Tony patting him on the chest and catching those shiny, g-spot nips.

Fuck but there are so many ways you could write about nip piercings.

@starkerflowers @itfeelssogoodmrstark @cagestark @trashystarker are some v, v good authors who I think could work some real magic with nip piercing fics 💝

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I saw you were looking for prompts, and maybe a schmoopy ficlet where the Avengers are invited to a dress up party for charity, and Tony and Peter go as each other? Thank you so much! ❤

This was so so good 🥺 absolute amazing idea and I hope I did it justice

Warnings: nothing really, just absolute fluff.

—��——————

“Peter, no one’s gonna get it.”

Peter pouted. “Well, they’ll understand mine. Because...yaknow, the beard.”

He looked in the mirror again, picking the eyeliner pen back up and perfecting the overall shape of his boyfriend’s signature goatee. He giggled a little, shaking his head.

“It’s a good look for you,” Tony commented, smiling a little. “Too bad you can’t actually grow it,” he teased.

Peter turned to him, eyebrows furrowed. He looked a bit offended, but then he smiled and started laughing. “Shut up.” He set the pen down and looked over Tony, humming. “Now...how can we make you be me? I think...obviously you’ve got some of my clothes. That’ll help. And...”

He quickly reached up, raking his fingers through the older man’s hair. This effectively fluffed it up. “There we go. Not as curly as mine, but close enough.”

Tony turned to look in the mirror, covering his mouth for a moment before laughing hard. “Jesus Christ, Pete.”

Peter smiled at him, tapping a finger to his chin thoughtfully. “Now...the beard has got to go. Because it’s too bad I can’t grow facial hair, remember?”

Tony’s jaw dropped. “You wouldn’t.”

“It’s for charity, Tones.”

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An hour and a half later, a fairly disgruntled not-Tony Stark and peppy not-Peter Parker were entering the building.

Peter looked nearly the same as he did when he had cosplayed Tony Stark as a thirteen year old, despite there being a seven year difference between occasions. He had the eyeliner beard, stylish but fairly impractical sunglasses, and a cat tee underneath a fancy suit jacket (all from his boyfriend’s own collection, of course.)

The only difference from his costume from before was the arc reactor tucked under his shirt.

It wasn’t an actual functional reactor, of course. But it definitely looked the part. Designed after the wonderful technology keeping Tony alive. Peter loved it.

Tony’s costume was a bit different.

He felt like he looked ridiculous, doing it for charity or no. For the first time in decades his face was smooth. No beard. It was gone.

Somehow, Peter didn’t seem nearly as heartbroken about this fact.

All dramatics about his naked face aside, he thought Peter had done a pretty okay job making him into the young man that he knew and loved.

He was dressed in one of Peter’s silly science tee shirts, ill fitting jeans, and he had earbuds slung around his neck. His hair was frizzy and fluffy, although not nearly as curly as Peter’s. Although what made the outfit complete was the huge smile he wore.

If asked, he would say he was just trying to be in character. Really, he was actually having fun.

They made their way around the room, greeting other guests as well as other members of the team.

Tony couldn’t help but laugh at Steve’s...’costume’.

“That’s so not creative. Cap, the suit is not a costume.” He paused. “Well, it is. But not for a party! That’s basically a uniform. You’re lame,” he commented lightly.

Steve frowned a little. “Your criticism somehow hurts worse when you look like the nicest person I’ve ever met.”

Peter grinned at that. “Sorry, capsicle. I guess he’s just not quite got the part down. Not like I have, of course.”

“Okay, ouch.” Tony looked playfully offended. “Seems like you’ve got the snark down, at least. But I really don’t think you can out Stark me.” He bumped him with his hip.

Steve shook his head. “I don’t want him to try. None of us want you to corrupt him more than you already have.” He cracked a slight smile.

“I’m taking that as an insult and I’m docking your pay.”

“You don’t pay me, Tony, I don’t work for you.”

Tony tapped a finger to his chin before just turning and walking away, pulling a giggling Peter with him.

“Tony, you’re so mean to him.”

“I am not. Take that back.”

“Fine, fine.” Peter smiled, nuzzling against his boyfriend’s neck. This resulted in smudged eyeliner leaving an inky smear on the older man’s neck and Peter looking a little like the matchmaker from Mulan. “Oops...”

Tony looked at him, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable. Making such a mess.” He hummed, looking thoughtful. “Maybe you are more like me than I thought,” he teased.

“Well, I do spend a lot of time around you. It only makes sense.”

Tony chuckled softly, kissing his forehead. “Yeah, yeah.” He was silent for a moment before messing with Peter’s glasses. “These look really good on you. This was a nice idea. Thank you, honey.”

“Thanks for agreeing. I knew it would be fun.”

“I’m glad you convinced me. Even though you made me shave my beard. Tragedy. But it’s your loss, really. Now you don’t get to look at it.”

Peter laughed. “Whatever. You’re still sexy without it. And it’ll grow back.”

“Yeah, yeah. Well, back to the point. Thank you.”

“No problem. I love you.”

“I love you too, Pete.”

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Prompt where tony is pent up and hasn’t come in like two months and is cranky and peter asks him if he needs help relieving his stress (also bottom tony please)

Your wish is my command! This took a much softer route than I originally thought it would. But I still struggle with writing smut, so right now hard smut ain’t the one, but I tried to give you equall parts sexy times, equal parts fluff, and with a bit of angst and grumpy Tony mixed in. But I was proud of it nevertheless, so I hope you like it!

Trigger warning: Implict reference to erectile dysfunction, sexual content, foul language, rimming, age difference (although it isn’t stated peter is 18+ and therefore above the age of consent)

It wasn’t that Tony had an off the charts libido. He didn’t need to constantly have sex to keep himself happy. He didn’t even need to have sex to satisfy his drive - maybe in his youth he was more active in finding partners, but now, a simple solo play was enough to keep him going. He didn’t like hookups anymore, he liked the intimacy of sex not the thrill of one night stands or flings. He didn’t have a partner but that was okay, he was older now, and his hand was enough of a companion until he found someone he did generally want to have sex with. But two months without properly spilling a load proved to be a bigger challenge than Tony would have anticipated.

His sudden abstinence wasn’t a choice. Tony wasn’t exactly insatiable, but every time he tried to ‘get himself going’ nothing happened. It scared him at first, especially since it confirmed that he was at such an age where he couldn’t even get it up anymore. But the problem apparently lay deeper when he could get it up… he just couldn’t get it back down again. Content with the fact that he didn’t need to start buying viagra Tony tried his hardest to do anything at all. But after three days of intense masturbation (he was pretty sure he’d rubbed the entire outer layer of his cock off), he didn’t know how many more cold showers he could take before going into meetings. Once or twice he may have gotten close, but only to produce a dribble of cum which was by far not enough to accommodate for how red and swollen his cock was.

He tried everything he could in his spare time, but his balls were stubborn as ever. Two months on they were still full and only getting fuller.

At this point it was beyond frustrating. Tony didn’t know what to do, and after running out of a meeting and breaking down in the bathroom because the front of his pants were painfully tight, he knew he’d have to do something before his lack of relief killed him. The question was: what was that something supposed to be?

He’d tried his hardest to keep himself occupied. He’d always over-worked himself, but now he was doing double the hours because anything that could take his mind away from how desperate he felt all the time was considered a good thing. Along with that of course came stress, and Tony was exhausted. Pepper definitely took advantage of his new found enthusiasm, ensuring his days were tightly packed. (No pun intended!) The one good thing about this whole drama was the fact that when Tony wasn’t working, he was tinkering in his lab. What else was he supposed to do? He never did have any hobbies. And being in his lab more often, meant that Peter, who had always been eager to spend as much time in there with Tony as he could, finally had more time too. And Tony had always adored the smile on his face as he left the lab after a good few hours of work.

Yet as nice as Tony tried to be these past months, sometimes he let his fatigue and irritation get the better of him and he truly deserved the title of being a bitter old man.

“You can put on some music if you want.”

Peter looked up his laptop, gaze settling on Tony as he gave a tight lipped smile and nodded his head. He was hunched in his chair, evidently trying to make himself seem as small as possible, he didn’t even let a peep out. Even the way his fingers rested on the keyboard - tense, he was too scared to type, out of fear that the clicking of the keys would aggravate Tony into yelling at him again. The guilt that washed over Tony was intense, an emotion that he definitely didn’t need right now with his already overwhelming vexation but he knew he had no one to blame but himself.

He hadn’t meant to snap. It had been a long day and although he promised Peter they could work on some new adjustments to his suit, he just wanted a bit of peace and quiet. Peter, bless his soul, was babbling about his day the moment he walked through the door. And Tony snapped. He knew full well he shouldn’t take his own autonomy problems out on Peter, but as soon as the words left his mouth it was too late.

“Kid, I really don’t care.”

The sight of Peter’s wide eyes as Tony sighed exasperatedly at him would haunt him forever. The hurt didn’t hit him at first, and then suddenly Peter’s gaze flickered down to the tabletop, as he muttered a quiet ‘sorry’ and Tony hadn’t heard him speak since. He’d even quietly taken himself away from the table with the suit, and sat down at his usual seat across the lab. Tony presumed he was working on school work or something, and had of course left Tony to work on the suit alone. He could have been harsher, and Tony thanked whatever filter stopped that from happening. Peter looked like he was on the verge of tears, but still he didn’t make a sound, almost as if he was just trying to disappear completely.

“I’m sorry, Peter, I didn’t mean that. At all. I do care, I really do. I just-“

“It’s okay Mr Stark, I understand. I’ve been told I speak too much sometimes, and I know you’ve been working a lot so this is like your.. free time, and I’m sure you don’t want me ruining that. I’m sorry.”

The repeated apology did nothing for how mad Tony was at himself, and he’d even made the boy think he thought he spoke too much. Honestly Peter’s rambles about his day was what made Tony’s better, and the thought that maybe he’d never get to hear them again was horrifying.

He offered for Peter to put on music, hopefully it would be a cause of distraction and Tony didn’t have to sit in silence with his thoughts. But of course there came no verbal reply.

“What about that story, you were telling me, you should finish it. I was quite intrigued”, he offered instead. Of course it was all a little hypocritical and by the way Peter raised an eyebrow he noticed it too.

“It was just stupid Mr Stark. I’m sure you wouldn’t care”, he muttered quietly, finally raising his gaze all the way to look Tony in the eyes.

At a loss, Tony deflated, sitting back in his chair. “Alright”, he simply replied, because what else was he supposed to do? He was too exhausted to even fix what he’d done. Eyes closed, he pulled the glasses off his face and set them down, before massaging the bridge of his nose. His skin was oily with sweat, and as it collected on his fingers, he grimaced, shaking his head. He didn’t know how he managed to get himself into this position, but he knew it started with the fact that he was too horny for his own good. He was at a point where he didn’t even care how mean he was being, and was two seconds away from dismissing Peter with a sorry excuse that he didn’t feel well, until he felt two small hands rest on his shoulders.

His eyes snapped open, but he knew even before he did that it was Peter.

Skilled hands worked silently at the knots in his shoulders, and Tony let out a grunt. A snicker sounded from above him, and even Tony couldn’t stop himself from letting out a small laugh.

“This funny to you Pete?”, he asked, his tone amused but his voice was hoarse because the small hands were strong and they definitely knew what they were doing.

He didn’t exactly get a reply to his question, but he did hear a hesitant sigh from the younger male. It was almost as if he was thinking carefully about whether to say what was actually on his mind.

“I know better than to let your snapping get at me”, he eventually said. Although Tony couldn’t see it, he could hear the smile in his voice, and as a spur of the moment decision, he rested his head back against Peter’s stomach. The boy didn’t seem to mind, letting go of his shoulders to instead thread his fingers through Tony’s hair. “It isn’t the first time, and I know you’ve been stressed lately. I have every right to call you a cranky old man and get offended, but I know there’s something deeper going on there because Happy tells me all the time that you repeat everything I say, back to him, with frightening enthusiasm, to use his wording. So I know you do care, deep down”, he muttered gently, fingertips dancing across his scalp.

Tired eyes opened to meet Peter’s gentle ones. He probably should have been more mad at Happy than he actually felt, but the fact that it did make him smile was a win. “So what are you saying?”, he asked after a moment. “Have you been searching up old people’s homes to send me too because you’ve finally had enough of my bullshit?”

Peter smirked, and rolled his eyes. “Not yet, but you should watch your mouth because the next time you upset me it’s going to be the first thing I do”, he answered.

As Tony laughed, he made an attempt to pull away, but Peter didn’t let him. In fact he tugged on Tony's hair to prevent it. That wasn’t the problem, it was an innocent tug, but the moan that Tony emitted from the feeling wasn’t so innocent.

Both turned equally red. Tony at having such a reaction from so little stimulation (especially since said stimulation was from his much younger partner) and Peter at being able to elicit such a reaction. Tony shot up, and Peter actually let go this time. But he wasn’t going to let go of the moment as easily as he did his head.

“Mr Stark, when was the last time you had sex?”, he questioned. Tony choked on the water he’d sipped to try and calm the heat that had spread across his face, which apparently was useless after being asked such an obscene and blunt question, especially when the question was asked so casually and with such a sweet voice.

“Excuse me”, he squeaked, still riding the aftershocks of almost dying, but Peter still stood beside him, not concerned but clearly amused. More than anything though, he seemed concerned. He wanted to help.

“I’m not saying I know for definite that you’re sexually frustrated Mr Stark, but it would explain why you’ve been… frustrated for a number of weeks now. And I guess, I have to say it now: You’re not exactly the best at knowing when someone else is entering the lab, especially when you’re focused. And all I’m saying is that if I’ve walked in on you three times.. doing the you know what, and each time you never finished-”

“Kid, you’re killing me”

Peter laughed softly, looking down at Tony with a gentle expression. “It’s not my fault you’re not the best at knowing when someone comes into the lab when you’re focused. And you were very focused.”

“And you just decided to watch then?”

“I like to call it: waiting for the best time to make my presence known.”

Tony sighed, raising a hand to his head and kneading his first into his temple. “Well I’ve definitely fucked up then. God, why didn’t you tell me”, he groaned.

There was a moment of silence between them. Until finally Peter opened his mouth. He was shifting nervously, like he always did when he asked Tony for something. But this time it was more about giving, more than anything. And that was far worse, than anything he could ask for.

“You know Mr Stark, if you need help-”

“Nope! No, absolutely not”, Tony’s reply was adamant and he was already standing up from the chair. He made his way across the lab, shaking his head adamantly.

“You didn’t even let me finish”, Peter pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. It surprisingly wasn’t enough to deter him from saying anything else. Any other time and he may have ran out of the room mortified at being rejected. But this was different.

“I’m not going to let you do anything for me, because you feel bad that I can’t even help myself out. It’s fine, I’ve gotten through it this long, I’ll get myself out of it somehow. I’m not some sort of sicko and I refuse to let you do anything”

“I think your ego is getting in the way of your common sense”, Peter replied, hands gripping onto the chair that Tony had just vacated. The male looked over, and observed him, and he couldn’t help but think what those knuckles would look like gripping onto the sheets.

“Fuck”, he muttered to himself, turning his head away.

“What was that?”, Peter asked innocently, a sweet little smirk on his face as if he knew. As Tony didn’t reply, he continued: “as I was saying, all I was going to ask is if I could, help relieve any of that stress?”, he asked coyly.

Tony scoffed, shaking his head. “Peter, you know what you’re doing”, he corrected, making his way back over to the chair. “Can we just finish the suit please? I don’t know how I didn’t scar you when you caught me. Three… oh hell, three god damn times. Why you’d want to expose yourself to that more I have no idea”, he rambled, sitting in his chair heavily.

“You’re infuriating”, Peter mumbled. It all happened so quickly, a hand on Tony’s wrist was pulling him up and suddenly Peter’s lips was on his. It was a heavy kiss, hot with passion and desire, and Tony melted there and then. He grunted at the suddenness of it, but of course, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted or needed more. Peter’s hands were on his ass, squeezing and kneading at it. The room was hot in itself but with their bodies pushed against each other, the fire in the room was dangerous.

Tony’s hips thrusted forward, desperate to find friction until he was practically humping at Peter’s thigh. He was whimpering softly, and it was in that moment in which Peter realised just how needy he actually was. He decided he didn’t want to tease him too much - even after all the horrible things he may have said the past few months when he was in his grumpy moods. It wasn’t worth it, not when he knew Tony was so desperate.

Moving to undo Tony’s jeans, and pull them down along with his boxers, he laughed quietly hearing the man mumble that this “seemed wrong.”

“You want it don’t you?”, he reassured, looking up at him with a calm expression. He didn’t want to do this if Tony generally didn’t feel like this was the best thing to help him. But by the look on his face, and the small nod, Peter knew that meant, give it a try. And he definitely would.

Finally, now that he could focus, he pulled down the boxers that were stuck to Tony’s skin and gasped quietly as his cock bounced out, and hit across his stomach. “Has it been like this for a while?”, he asked sympathetically, taking in how desperate it was. It was practically bulging, steaming red, and already leaking pre cum onto Tony’s stomach.

“Two months”, he admitted.

Peter nodded and stretched out a hand, wrapping his fist around it. But he frowned as Tony seemed to have no reaction. Surely with how sensitive it looked, a simple brush with a finger would elicit some sort of moan. He looked up to Tony, as he began to pump him slowly, but Tony only groaned softly.

“I think I’m broken”, he admitted.

How devastated he sounded had Peter laughing. He probably shouldn’t but it was impossible not too. “You’re not broken, you just need a bit of human touch that’s all”, Peter said softly.

“Look at you Mr. know it all”

“Shush”

Peter rose to his feet once again, gently lifting Tony onto the table with a small smirk. “I’m stronger than I look you know”, he laughed, at Tony’s bewildered expression. “You know I don’t think I’ve ever told you, but I’m really attracted to you Mr. Stark”, he told him softly, as he knelt down. Hooking his arms under his thighs he pulled his legs onto his shoulders and hummed softly as he caught sight of Tony’s opening.

“You are?”

“Of course. I’m pretty sure everyone is”, he didn’t really give much of a space to dwell on that, before his head came forward and his tongue lapped gently at his opening.

Tony let out a staggered breath and Peter smirked slightly at his reaction. “Fuck Peter”, he muttered, hips slightly lifting off the table but Peter was quick to hold them back down.

He didn’t bother to say anything, continuing to lap at Tony’s wet hole, hands massaging at his thighs. Tony was withering and Peter couldn’t believe it had taken the man so long to cum when he was shaking at a single touch. Although Tony wasn’t completely tight, Peter found out, when he moved a finger to break past the ring of muscle. So Tony had clearly tried. But as Peter had said, he just needed some human touch. He spat against the eager hole that was now clenching around his finger, relishing in Tony’s whines.

“You’re doing so well for me Mr Stark”, he whispered softly, wide and sweet eyes looking up at the withering man, which Tony concluded should be a sin considering his finger was pumping in and out of his hole.

“Fuck, Peter, please. Please I need more”, he begged, hips rutting against his hand as he threw his head back.

Peter kept to his internal promise of not teasing him. Pulling out his finger only to completely devour his hole. Tony’s hands tugged at his hair, yelling out as Peter lapped at him. When he figured that would be enough spit to reduce any discomfort, Peter pulled away, licking at his lips. “You taste really good Mr Stark”, he muttered innocently, as two fingers breached his hole to scissor him open.

He wasn’t sure if Tony couldn’t speak because this was the first real pleasure he’d felt in so long, or if this is what he was usually like, but either way, Peter loved it. Tony was a sight to remember. Fingers scratching at the table, trying to grab onto anything he could hold onto; body shaking and soft moans falling from his parted lips. His head was thrown back and eyes closed, and Peter was sure he’d never seen a sexier sight. Two fingers turned into three, and Tony was begging.

“Please Peter, I need you so bad. Please, I can’t, I’m so close”, he scrambled over his words.

“You need what Mr Stark?”

“You, fuck, Peter please I need you.”

If Tony had been more aware of anything other than the burning in his lower stomach, he may have gushed at the adorable sound of the giggle that emitted from Peter. How he managed to stay so cute, while making a valiant attempt at dominating Tony.

As the boy stood, he had a soft smile on his lips. “I wish you could see how sexy you look right now Mr Stark”, came his passive statement, gently pulling Tony to the edge of the table by his thighs. “It’s like I can see the stress just completely diminishing - a job well done by me if I do say so myself”, he hummed. He was far from cocky but in that moment Tony knew he was fairly arrogant of the fact that he’d managed to reduce his mentor to such a state. Especially after he’d admitted he hadn’t been able to for a while. But Tony didn’t have it in him to feel taken aback by the confidence, it was sexy, and anything to help the pent up stress and energy that plagued him, he’d take again and again.

Peter leaned in to press a kiss to Tony’s lips, as if sensing his wandering brain. “Hey there big boy, I’m trying to help you out here. The least you can do is act like you’re enjoying it”, he muttered softly.

Tony frowned slightly, gaze searching over Peter’s. He was surprised to see that along with his genuine sympathy for Tony’s problems (and aside from the darkened lust) that Peter held all the affection that Tony believed was saved for a lover or something of the sort. He let out a soft sigh, moving to wrap his arms around Peter’s neck, unconsciously rocking his hips forward against Peter’s clothed crotch. He moaned softly as his own manhood rubbed invitingly against what he only presumed was the hardness of Peter’s bulge. “I am enjoying it”, he shivered, lips pressing against the smooth dip of his neck, mouthing at the salty sheen across Peter’s skin. His breathing was staggered with need, and by the way Peter’s adam’s apple bobbed against his nose, he knew he was just as eager as Tony. They rocked together, Peter mouthing wet open-mouthed kisses at Tony’s temple, whilst the man himself shuddered, fanning his warm breath against Peter’s skin.

“Pants. Off!” Tony demanded.

Peter groaned softly in response, letting go of Tny long enough to pull down his own sweatpants and underwear. Tony wasn’t sure what he was expecting in terms of Peter’s endowment. But when a hefty length sprang out and hit across his own thigh, already hard and bulging, Tony knew it put his own to shame. The build up of saliva in his mouth at the mere sight was incriminating. He didn’t look away until he felt a finger under his chin, forcing his head to look up at a very red Peter.

“The spider bite… altered a few things”, he explained, he almost sounded embarrassed about it.

“Fuck me Peter, literally, please, I need that.” Tony’s wide eyes showed he was more than happy to see such a sight, just slightly shocked.

“Someone’s whiny, gosh Tony”, Peter teased, his confidence once again returning as he pulled Tony closer, their chest pressed against each other as he moved for a kiss. Their shirts were sticky on their bodies, and their pants hung heavily at their ankles, but all Tony could focus was getting that inside him.

“Fuck you”, Tony muttered against his lips, eliciting a smirk from the younger male.

“I think you mean fuck me”, he hummed, lining himself up at Tony’s newly opened entrance.

Tony mumbled something under his breath, but had already burrowed his head into the crook of Peter’s neck. His arms were clutching at his back, pulling on the shirt material with such an animalistic strength that any harder and may have ripped it.

As Peter pushed in, he wailed. Not in a necessarily pained way, but a wail of relief. He’d needed this, and now that he’d finally gotten it, he was in such a state of euphoria that his body was tingling. Peter’s hand came to rest on his hip, and the touch burned his skin in the most inviting way. The stretch of his cock inside his hole ached - he felt like he was seconds from splitting apart as Peter pushed in, but it was the best type of feeling. A pain that had him crying out for more, never wanting it to stop. A choked breath fell from his lips, shuddering at the sound of Peter’s heavy breathing until finally he bottomed out. Simultaneously they both let out a sigh of utter relief.

As Peter rocked his hips, Tony threw his head back, eyes closed as he clutched and scratched at Peter’s skin where his hands had found their way under his shirt. Everything was so hot and frantic but he wouldn’t have liked it any other way. This is exactly what he’d needed after so long of being starved of the feeling of being full to the brim.

Their bodies moved together in sync, Peter thrusting in and out with such a skilled and knowledgeable pattern that Tony very almost grew jealous at the thought of how many times he must have done this. A hand pulled at the hairs at the nape of his neck, and the other was keeping his hips at the table, asserting complete and utter dominance and Tony was more than willing to submit. It didn’t matter what partners Peter had in the past, because tonight, Tony was his. Between the sounds of his moans as Peter slammed into him and the boy’s own as Tony clenched perfectly around his width, the quiet mantra of Tony’s soft whimpers of ‘mine’ very almost went unnoticed.

Almost.

“What was that Mr Stark?”, Peter breathed against his ear, the cockiness in his voice revealing that he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Mine! Fuck your mine Peter. Mine. Fuck, please, don’t stop. I’m so close”, he babbled all at once. He almost didn’t recognise his own voice with how needy he was being. He’d like to put it down to the fact that finally he was going to get what he needed; but deep down he knew by his own possessiveness that he never wanted this to stop - ever!

Considering he’d found it so hard to reach a high for the past two months, Tony was ready to blow already. But he certainly wasn’t complaining, just the feeling of being full to the hilt of something real had already taken the edge off.

As Peter’s thrusts grew shallower, it was pretty obvious that he was just as close as Tony. The boy’s hand wrapped around the older male’’s leaking cock, thumb rubbing over the slit in a persuasive action to encourage it to let go, finally to take what it needed. A surprisingly affectionate gaze never left Tony’s face, totally stuck on the way it was scrunched in immense pleasure. It was a beautiful sight and Peter wished he got to see it more often. He had a lazy smile on his lips that only grew when he saw that Tony was on the brink.

“It’s okay, come for me Mr Stark. Give me it, I want it so bad”, he whispered, his hand pumping his cock and squeezing at just the right moment when he hit Tony’s prostate again and again.

Tony couldn’t help but let go. He came with a loud yell, his whole body rushing full of warmth, as his sight turned white from the sheer intensity of it. He was mumbling curses, body trembling, totally out of it, but Peter’s strong arms found their way around him to hold him up in his weakness. There were a couple more thrusts before he felt Peter spill inside of him.

When he gained more conscious bearings, he was still bundled into Peter’s arms, both still naked and sweaty, both with their clothes hanging off them. Peter had pulled out and Tony could feel his release leaking from his hole, but the younger male was gently rubbing his back, Tony’s legs around his waist and head buried in his chest. “You did so well for me Tony, i’m so proud of you”, he was muttering sweetly, nose burrowing into his hair. It was the most love Tony had felt in a long while.

As he raised his head, he realised his once painfully full cock was laying limp between his thighs. It took him a moment before he realised that the extremely excessive amount of cum across both his and Peter’s stomach was all his own - no wonder it had been so painful.

“There we go, doesn’t that feel so much better Mr Stark?”, Peter asked him “I was surprised to see you cum so much, but I guess it was necessary. I’m sure it feels better now tho, right?”, he questioned hopefully. Again with the innocent act, wide, slightly insecure eyes met his. But as they did, Peter moved his finger to scoop up some of Tony’s release. Without even a second thought he lifted it to his lips and began to suck it off as if it was some kind of lollipop. The boy moaned quietly at the taste as he looked up at him, smiling sweetly.

Tony at a loss of words could only simply nod at Peter’s question.

The boy giggled, raising an eyebrow cheekily. “Must have been good, you can’t even speak. Was my dick too bomb Mr Stark?”, he questioned.

Tony knew that was some kind of pop culture reference he definitely wouldn’t understand. He peered over Peter bemused. “I don’t even know what that means”, he muttered.

Peter sighed happily and leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “Don’t worry about it”, he reassured, hands stroking at Tony’s thighs. “I’m glad I could help you… relieve stress”, he hummed, laughing at the end part because of course he’d done much more than that. “I just hope you know this means you’re never getting rid of me now. You’re stuck with me. I wasn’t lying about that attraction thing. And if you want… i’d like to help you relieve stress more often”, he finished, gaze downcast as if scared for the reply. This time he actually was fearful of rejection.

Tony didn’t know how he could ever really reject him. Pushing aside the fact that he’d just given him the best dick in his life, Tony couldn’t deny he’d always taken a liking towards the boy. He was both attracted to him physically, but also inspired by his intelligence and adored his personality. He didn’t realise that as he’d planned to spend the rest of his life with him, by having him work with him… he was actually just trying to keep Peter close because he enjoyed being around him.

“I think I’m gonna have to keep you around for more than just stress relief”, Tony confirmed, his gaze soft as he regained the strength to gently take Peter’s waist and pull him in for another kiss.

The grin on the boy’s face as they pulled away was totally worth it. “Thank you Mr Stark. I think we should probably go take a shower. You made us a little messy.”

“We can shower. But Peter, really, if we’re gonna start doing this properly. You gotta stop calling me Mr Stark.”

“Okay… Mr Stark”.

“Peter!”,

“Sorry…”

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OKAY SO THIS MIGHT BE LONG IM SORRY but Peter grew up as a poor american little w a lot of health problems so he was super used to diy treatments and only going to the Dr when it was absolutely necessary bc the Dr is expensive. When he is adopted by Tony who lives somewhere w universal healthcare, he is so used to either 1. Hiding the fact he's I'll, 2. Downplaying it, or 3. Taking care of it himself, even if he is little. Tony is furious when he finds out but he understands why he does it

Perfect perfect omgg!! And so when Tony takes Peter to a doctor (even if it’s just a cold or a swollen ankle), Peter gets super worried about the cost. Maybe he also needs a follow up, because Tony insists on getting the proper care for his baby, it just makes Peter feel worse. So after they’ve been at the doctor’s twice, and Tony’s paying at the front desk, Peter starts sniffling and crying. They make it back to the car and Peter admits how he feels so bad for making his Daddy spend so much money on him. Again, Tony feels a mix of that rage and understanding but most importantly he assures Peter that he deserves the best care🥺🥺💓💓

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How about a werewolf prompt where Tony comes to give a lecture at a university and as he’s leaving he picks up a scent that screams mate to him, which has never happened before. He hunts the scent down and finds Peter, who he herds back to his territory to claim.

HMMMMMMM that’s what I’m talkin about babbey

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Tony knew when he got the invite that going back to MIT was going to be fun. He wasn’t a trained professor and he would never fool himself into thinking he could do a better job than those who were schooled to do it, but he liked to think that he gave alright lectures, every now and again, which he had to admit he enjoyed. Who wouldn’t like to brag about their own accomplishments at the place that gave him the opportunity to grow into part of the person he was today? So yes, it was going to be fun.

But he couldn’t have imagined just how fun it was really going to be.

He was welcomed warmly, with open arms, by people he remembered and people he didn’t quite recognize and people he had never seen before alike. They swarmed him, but not in an incessant paparazzi way. They were excited that he was there, that he’d decided to come to teach their youngest and brightest something that would hopefully stick with them throughout their remaining years at college.

Tony had a nice speech ready on autocue, some of his toys to show off with, came dressed to the nines and even had a little bit of a lightshow prepared.

He came in early under the guise of practicing his lecture in the big hall, but after going through it all with the tech team once, he declared he was more than satisfied with the product, and took off to take a leisurely stroll across campus and revisit his old dorm, of which he sent some pictures to Rhodey.

Of course he was allowed in anywhere. All he needed to do was show his face, and people were practically falling over themselves trying to let him in as fast as they could. Fame sometimes had its perks.

Tony reminisced as he walked along quiet paths weaving in between the dorm buildings, thinking of all the memories he made there, out on the grass, with Rhodey, with his friends, with girls and boys alike. He thought about the shifts he’d experienced there, all hush hush to avoid his peers from finding out and freaking out, or only on nights where he knew people were too drunk to even remember in the morning.

He used to think that he would find his mate here. Everybody did. College was supposed to be the real deal, where you experimented and figured things out, became yourself, truly, and found the people you would end up spending the rest of your life with.

That didn’t happen for him. But it didn’t happen for Rhodey either, which always made Tony feel a little better about it. If even Rhodey didn’t find his mate at college, then it had always been a hoax from the get go.

When it was about time for Tony to start his lecture, he headed back to the auditorium, which was already filling up with people. He took a back entrance and was met with people on the tech team, who lead him to where he needed to be and instructed him on further proceedings, and when he was all geared up and the audience was ready, he went up to the stage under raucous applause, and gave his lecture.

It went smoothly. As expected. Tony stayed mostly on track and got through it so easily that he had a couple extra minutes left for the audience’s questions and comments. And once again, he was reminded of just how much talent gathered at MIT. How many bright and amazing kids studied and learned and grew there, many of which he was likely to see in his line of work a few years down the line, be it on the forefront of somewhere in the background.

If he was allowed to say so, it was an almost humbling experience.

Again, there was more applause as he stepped down from the stage and started making his way toward the team waiting on him to lead him elsewhere. He knew there was a buffet with his name on it somewhere, especially set up for his visit, and he wasn’t planning on passing up on that before he’d inevitably fly back home again. Hell, if he breathed deeply enough it was almost as if he could already smell it. Mouth-watering, delicious, sweet and pungent in the most wonderful way.

Tony stopped suddenly in his tracks when he realized it wasn’t the food he could already smell. How could he? The buffet was likely halfway across campus, more toward one of the teacher’s lounges, in a whole other building where the professors’ offices resided.

That wasn’t food. And it didn’t make him hungry, at least not in a human kind of way.

It was a scent he could pick up out of the crowd, coming off a person he couldn’t quite pick out of it yet, but it drew him toward them.

The crowd was already rising to stand and leave, some people already filing out. The stream of students leaving grew bigger and bigger while Tony’s chance at finding the source of the smell grew slimmer and slimmer, but he wasn’t about to just let this person walk out of there.

The smell was…enticing. Heady, wonderful, rendering Tony unable to think of anything else but finding his mate.

Because shit. That’s what it was. That’s what that was. The scent. How badly it affected him, how easily it lured him in. That had to be his mate.

Tony took another deep breath, still frozen on the spot as more students passed by him. He was grateful that they were all respectful enough not to try and talk to him. Some waved, some said bye or thanked him, but for the most part, they continued on their way. Probably to their next lecture. At least it helped Tony pick out who the scent belonged to.

“You,” Tony said, and stepped up to a startled young man who was now looking at him and pointing at his own chest as if he couldn’t believe Tony Stark had addressed him, “Yes, you. What’s your name?”

Tony quickly recognized him as one of the students who had asked a particularly clever question, one that Tony had thoroughly enjoyed answering. Good. That was good.

“Peter Parker, sir,” came the answer, and when Tony beckoned him closer and the boy did so, he was relieved to find out that he’d picked the wrong kid.

Already, Tony couldn’t wait to get close to him. Really smell him. Tuck him into his side, hold him close, bury his nose into his hair and breathe in his scent with every breath, fill his lungs with mate. Oddly enough, Peter didn’t seem to notice the connection between the two. He wasn’t sticking his nose into the air, wasn’t taking extra deep breaths, wasn’t equally as mesmerized as Tony was – he was just confused as to why he’d been picked out.

It could mean a few things. Either Peter wasn’t a werewolf, or the bond wasn’t mutual. Tony could handle the former, but he wasn’t sure he’d be able to cope with the latter. If he was human, then at least he’d be able to feel the attraction a little bit, which should hopefully make it easier to lure him in. And Tony had every intention of doing so.

“Peter Parker,” Tony repeated the name slowly as if testing it out, and he scratched at his beard for a moment, “That was an extraordinary question you asked back there, Peter.”

The boy seemed to flush, his temperature rising and heartbeat elevating. Tony’s stomach flipped in response. Good. That was very good.

“Oh, um—thank you. That—I’m just very interested in the whole…” Peter made a vague gesture with his hands and then shrugged, “Subject of your lecture, I guess. And I’m really uh—passionate, about robotics. Yeah.”

Adorable. He was adorable. And bright. And inquisitive. The universe couldn’t have given Tony a better mate.

“That’s what I thought,” Tony responded thoughtfully, “Which is why I’d like to offer you an internship. Once, you know, it’s time for you to start looking for one.”

Evidently, that took Peter by surprise, because the sweet boy’s eyes went wide like saucers and Tony consequentially hoped to drown in them. God, he was stunning. The more he looked at him, the more he noticed just how beautiful Peter Parker really was. Now that the bond had been recognized, that admiration was only growing, and although it stunned Tony, he decided to enjoy it while it was going to last.

It seemed he’d found his mate at college after all.

“An internship?” Peter asked, “Just like that? I’m…honored. Absolutely. But I don’t—I mean, I’m not turning it down! Not at all. I just don’t know if I’d…fit…” And the poor kid seemed to really believe it, too. He looked sheepish while he was at it, and Tony looked the other way for a moment. Not because he was questioning it himself, too, but because if he watched Peter’s steadily growing blush travel any further down his neck, he was afraid that he’d lay claim on him right then and there, and that wasn’t a good idea at all.

They were both quiet for a moment in which Tony regained his composure, and then, abruptly, he turned to Peter, who seemed a little startled by the sudden movement and looked up inquiringly.

“How about you come and check out my lab first, see if you like it?”

He knew fully well how wrong that sounded, and that he should have absolutely phrased that invitation differently, and yet he knew that if it worked he couldn’t begin to care. He had to get Peter to come over somehow, and this seemed like a good way to go about it.

“I could show you something I’ve been working on.” He figured adding something might take away from how pervy the initial invitation sounded.

Peter just seemed…amused, if mutedly so. He was smiling, excitement and nerves radiating off him despite his best efforts to hide it, looking up at Tony a touch shyly for a moment before he nodded.

“Yeah. Sure, Mr. Stark. That sounds—that sounds amazing.”

“Good,” Tony said, genuinely relieved, and as he put an arm around Peter’s shoulder to give him a companionable squeeze, he knew he was going to have a hard time keeping his hands off the younger man. But hopefully, once he got him into his territory, he wouldn’t have to worry about that anymore. He’d be his. All his, and no one else’s.

“And please,” he added, smiling softly, “Call me Tony.”

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