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[tonystoy]

Is he a kid?

Is he a teen?

Is he an adult?

No one knows.

But Tony eats gummy worms off his body.

But Tony leaves marks on the boy's thighs.

Tony owns the boy.

The boy is owned by Tony.

By blood.

By name.

By paper.

Peter Stark.

[tonystoy]

Peter Parker definitely loves the coquette bow trend and coquette aesthetic in general. (And Tony definitely buys him all the bows, pearls, etc. that he wants. Partly because he loves buying his baby everything he wants, but mostly because he can't get over just how pretty his boyfriend is) 🎀🩷🕊️

[tonystoy]

duality

[tonystoy]

Since it was rdj's birthday!!! i would love to request where its tony's birthday and peter's gift to him is himself wearing a lingerie or sexy outfit uniform! hard core smut pls

Thank you for the request :). Hope it’s alright! Also sorry for any typos

The sound of Tony's shoes hitting the floor alerted Peter. He sat up from his lounging position on the bed. The room was dark, as per Peter's request. Peter had been a good boy for his lover and he had a present for his 47th birthday.

Tony walked into the bedroom, loosening his tie. He looked at the bed with a smirk. "My baby, waiting for me?" Tony asked.

"Yes Sir," Peter smiles confidently. "I have a surprise for you."

Tony grinned and stripped off his shirt. "Baby, you know you didn’t have to get me anything. Can I see it now?"

"No," Peter said. "Sit."

Tony raised his eyebrow and sat in the armchair beside the bed. "Well then," he said, sitting.

Other times he would’ve instantly corrected the tone that came out of Peter’s mouth, tonight, he was allowing it.

Peter turned on the bedside light. "Look," he said, holding out a gift. "Happy birthday, Tony." Tony smirked and took the present. "Thank you, baby," he said, tearing the paper and peering at the luxurious design. "Lingerie?" Tony guesses with a smirk.

"Open the box," Peter says, looking at how Tony looks up and down his body once he realizes his boy is absolutely bare naked, and by bare he means it. He’s hairless and smooth everywhere.

Tony nods, sadly tearing his eyes away from his beautiful boy, and opens the box.

Tony’s eyes widen with lust and wonder at the sight before him. "Oh."

Inside the box was a matching set of pink lacy underwear and a pink silk nightgown. It was simple but it was elegant and it was, ultimately, Tony's style. "You like it?" Peter asks with cheeks as pink as a spring flower, shyly smiling.

"Yes," Tony said, stroking the silk. "It's beautiful. Perfect for you.”

Peter beams and giggles. "Now close your eyes," he says.

"Yes baby," Tony said. He closed his eyes, smelling the scent of vanilla and flowers as Peter moves around in front of him, the movement, wafting the delicious smell around the room.

"No peeking!" Peter says. Tony can hear the smile in his voice and smiles with his eyes still closed.

Peter picks up the nightgown.

"Wouldn't dream of it, honey." Tony speaks softly, crossing his heart.

Peter pulls the nightgown over his head, pulling it down to his thighs, glad he decided to wax himself smooth so Tony can have the best experience.

Once the nightgown is on, Peter bites his lip and grabs the lacy pink panties that lie in the box. They were attached to garters that connected the panties to them with very fragile lace. When Peter tends to get excited, he ends up breaking things. He does not want to rip these—possibly the most pretty things he ever owned.

He slips them on oh so carefully, the fabric feeling so nice against his skin, especially the smooth, waxed skin. "Okay, Tony," Peter says, walking forward to the older man. "I'm all ready for you."

Tony smirks and opens his eyes, letting out a soft breath at the gorgeous sight before him. "Fuck baby, you're beautiful." Tony breathes out. Peter has never failed to take his breath away, that’s just how pretty his boy is.

"Thank you," Peter blushes, fingers playing with the end of the frayed fabric of his slip.

"May I touch you, darling?" Tony asks, tilting his head as he looks up at Peter.

"Of course, Sir," Peter nods, stepping closer and sitting on Tony's lap, his legs wrapping around Tony's waist.

Tony smiles, his hands stroking up the sides of Peter's hips, sliding underneath the silk nightgown and rubbing his back. "I love you." He says softly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Peter's collarbone.

"I love you too," Peter whispers, his body already reacting to Tony's touch, the lace rubbing against his cock, and Tony’s already stiff length in his dress pants, causing a bulge to be felt.

"So sweet and innocent," Tony mumbles. His hands come down, stroking Peter's thighs and the lacy material of the garters. "You did such a good job getting ready for me. Waxed everything and got these panties for me. Did you get hard when you were waxing yourself, baby? I bet you did. You got hard, thinking about my big cock inside of you. Fucking you open and filling you up."

"I did, was thinking about how good you’ll feel inside me." Peter moaned softly, grinding down on Tony's lap, trying not to tear his new panties.

"That's my boy," Tony praises. He kisses Peter's jaw, sucking gently and running his tongue over the skin.

"Can I undress you, Tony?" Peter asks, his eyes full of desire.

"You may, baby," Tony answers, pressing his forehead against Peter's, looking into his eyes, before pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of Peter’s nose.

Peter moans, reaching down and unbuckling Tony's belt, pulling it out of the loops, and dropping it to the floor. Next, he pops open the button and pulls the zipper down. He slips his hand inside, wrapping it around Tony's large cock, and gasps when he feels the slick, warm, and wet flesh. "Already so hard for me, Tones."

"You make me so hard, baby.” Tony bites out.

"Can I suck your cock, please, Sir?" Peter asks, batting his eyelashes.

"Not tonight, sweet boy." Tony says.

"Why not, Sir?" Peter pouts, wondering if he did something wrong.

"Tonight, I wanna fuck you on your back, okay?" Tony says, grinning as he watches the sad pout go away, and gets replaced with a happy smile.

Peter eagerly nods, his curls bouncing on top of his head. He slides off of Tony's lap, his feet hitting the floor and making him slightly wobble because his legs are trembling with the anticipation of what's about to happen.

Tony takes the opportunity to shuck his pants off, his boxers going down with them, his cock springing free and standing proudly.

"Sir," Peter says, getting up and crawling on top of the bed, his nightgown sliding up, revealing his pink lacy panties. "Come here," he says.

"Where, baby boy?" Tony asks, a teasing smirk on his face.

"Here," Peter says, his hands reaching out, signaling Tony to come closer.

Tony stands and crawls up onto the bed, laying between Peter's spread legs. "Hi," he says, smiling down at the young boy.

"Hey," Peter blushes. "Kiss me?" He asks.

"As you wish," Tony grins, leaning down and pressing their lips together.

Peter's arms wrap around Tony's shoulders and their lips slot together perfectly. They both sigh in contentment. The kiss starts out gentle and slow, but turns more desperate as time goes on.

"Tony, fuck," Peter whines as they break apart, both panting.

"I got you, sweetheart," Tony says, one hand coming up to stroke Peter's cheek. "I'll always take care of you. My beautiful boy."

Peter sighs in pleasure, his eyes fluttering closed. He nuzzles his cheek into Tony's hand, pressing a kiss to the palm.

"Do you want the panties to stay on or off?" Tony asks, using his free hand to glide it along Peter’s waist.

"Mmm, On," Peter blushes. "They're cute and I like them."

"Me too," Tony chuckles, kissing Peter's forehead.

"Will you fuck me, Sir? Please?" Peter asks, opening his eyes and looking at Tony, biting his lip.

"Oh, of course I will," Tony grins, pulling back and grabbing the bottle of lube on the nightstand. "Lay on your stomach," he says, opening the bottle.

"Yes sir," Peter says, flipping over. He grabs one of the many pillows on the bed, putting it under his waist, his ass sticking up and his face buried into the soft silk.

Tony looses breath at how easily Peter did that motion, running his eyes all across the span of Peter’s plump ass.

Tony leans down and presses a kiss to Peter's tailbone, his hand coming up and rubbing over Peter's lace covered hole. "This is the best birthday gift, baby," Tony says, squeezing Peter's ass and rubbing the small hole through the panties.

"Thank you, Sir," Peter says. "It's just—I wanted to make you happy."

"Oh, honey, you did. I’m so proud of you.” Tony coos, eyes filled with love as he listens to his lover speak.

Peter sighs softly, pushing his wide hips back.

"Shh," Tony hums, rubbing his back. "I got you, baby." He pulls the lacy material aside gently and grabs the lube. He drizzles some on his fingers, rubbing it to warm it up.

"Are you ready?" Tony asks, his index finger brushing against the tight ring of muscle.

"Yes," Peter whispers. "Please, Tony."

"Anything for you," Tony speaks softly, feeling his cock twitch as his eyes catch the pink and tight pucker. He circles the rim, teasing the muscle, and pushes his finger in.

"Mmm, thank you, Sir." Peter sighs, his ass relaxing and taking the long and thick finger easily.

"God, look at you, sweet boy. You're always so good for me." Tony growls, pushing his finger in deeper. Peter moans, the praise going straight to his cock, which is leaking pre-cum into his panties.

Tony starts pumping his finger in and out, stretching Peter, who is obviously, taking it like a champ. "Almost done, okay baby? You're doing so well."

"M'kay, add another." Peter whimpers, his hands grabbing at the silk bedspread.

"You're a little needy tonight," Tony comments. He pulls his finger out and adds a bit more lube, before pushing back in with two.

"Just need your cock," Peter huffs, his body arching into the sheets.

"Shh, don't worry, you'll get it. Patience." Tony says, scissoring his fingers. Peter whines and bites down on his lip. He can feel the wetness of his pre-cum seeping into the panties and it causes a shiver to spread throughout his body.

Tony pushes his fingers in and crooks them, searching for the spot that drives Peter crazy. Peter's back arches and a loud moan rips from his throat when Tony brushes against his prostate.

"Oh, fuck, please, Sir, I'm ready, please." Peter begs, his voice desperate.

"What do you want, baby?" Tony asks.

"You, please. Need you to fuck me." Peter whimpers, writhing against the sheets, and also pushing back against the two fingers in his hole.

Tony grins, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on the sheets. He sits back on his haunches, quickly removing his undershirt and looks at Peter, making a move to grab the lube. "Turn around," Tony says. “Wanna see your pretty face when I fuck you, love.”

Peter blushes and nods, quickly turning around and resting his head on the soft pillow.

"Do you still want the panties on?" Tony asks, looking down at the soaking wet material, the lace stained a dark pink.

"Yes, please." Peter blushes, spreading his legs wide, showing off his cock and balls, straining against the lace.

"Beautiful," Tony whispers, his eyes raking up and down the boy's body.

"T-thank you, sir." Peter says, biting his lip, his eyes focused on Tony's big, leaking, and fat cock.

Tony lubes himself up and lines the second pillow up, positioning it under Peter's hips. "Are you ready?" He asks, looking down at the younger man.

"Yes, sir, please, want you." Peter begs, his soft and small hands coming up and resting on Tony's shoulders.

Tony grunts, taking a hold of the base of his cock and pushing into Peter. "O-oh, fuck," Peter groans, his mouth opening and his eyes screwing shut.

"So fucking tight," Tony moans, his free hand coming down and holding Peter's hip. "You feel so good, sweetheart."

"You're so big," Peter whimpers, his hole clenching around the fat cock, the stretch causing a delicious burn.

"Take it so well, though," Tony whispers, pulling out a bit before slowly thrusting back, eyes staring right into Peter’s. Tony’s once light brown eyes have turned black due to the lust and desperation he is experiencing, and Peter loves it.

He loves when he can drive Tony to that point where his eyes are a whole new man’s.

"Fuck," Tony groans, pushing in harder, the tight heat of Peter's hole, driving him mad.

"Sir, yes, right there, please." Peter cries, his back arching, his nails digging into Tony's skin.

Tony smirks and pulls out all the way, before slamming back in, his cock hitting Peter's prostate dead on. "Yes!" Peter screams, his head tilting back.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful, sweet boy. All dressed up for me." Tony grunts, his eyes locked on Peter's face.

"All yours, all yours, only yours, only you get to see me like this." Peter rambles, his cock pulsing and aching.

"That's right," Tony says, leaning down and kissing Peter, his hand coming between them and tugging at the boy's lace covered cock.

Peter gasps, the lace adding a different sensation and he whimpers against Tony's lips. “Tony, ‘m gonna cum!” Peter pants out, gripping Tony’s back with a seriously strong amount of force. It should’ve hurt Tony, but he was too lost in the pleasure right now, he ask Peter to grip him as hard as possible.

"Cum, baby. Let go." Tony mumbles, his mouth trailing down Peter's neck, licking and sucking a mark, his thrusts speeding up.

"Tony!" Peter moans, his back arching as he releases.

Tony moans into Peter’s neck as he clenches tight around his cock. Tony bites hard on Peter’s neck as he speeds up the force and pace of his thrusting incredibly. Peter’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he feels the bite of Tony, along with the strongest and best orgasm he’s ever had in his entire life.

"Sir!" Peter gasps, his fingers raking down Tony's back, his cock spurting out ropes of white cum, the panties being covered and the wetness starting to soak through.

"Oh, fuck, god," Tony moans shakily, pulling back and watching as his boy orgasms. He grips the sheets and slams his hips into Peter, chasing his own orgasm.

Peter cries out and his legs lock around Tony's waist. Peter bites his bottom lip and grinds down as Tony fucks into him. "Gonna fill you up, baby," Tony grunts, his thrusts starting to stutter.

"Do it," Peter whispers. "Want your cum in me, wanna feel you for days."

"Peter," Tony growls, his cock swelling before his eyes squeeze shut tightly and he comes, his cum coating Peter's walls and filling him to the brim.

Peter moans at the hot liquid inside of him, and he can feel the sticky wetness seeping into his panties. “I love you.” Peter pants.

"God, I love you more," Tony breathes, slowly pulling out, both of them hissing at the loss.

Peter whimpers, his hole clenching and unclenching, not wanting to be empty.

"Let me clean you up, sweetheart," Tony whispers, kissing Peter’s forehead before getting off the bed and walking over to the bathroom.

"Mm, don't wanna take my panties off," Peter grumbles.

Tony chuckles from the bathroom, “Peter, baby, I’ll buy you the whole store. They’re dirty.”

"But they're cute." Peter pouts, his eyes fluttering shut. Tony smiles, coming out of the bathroom with a washcloth. "I'll buy you new ones, okay?"

"Okay," Peter yawns.

"Here," Tony says, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Open up, sweetie."

Peter spreads his legs, letting Tony clean the cum off his stomach and his hole.

Tony drops the washcloth and crawls up, kissing Peter's lips. Peter hums and smiles, reaching his hands up and wrapping them around Tony's shoulders.

"Thank you," Tony mumbles, pulling back and nuzzling his nose against Peter's.

"For what?" Peter giggles.

"For tonight. Best birthday ever." Tony grins, his eyes staring into the big brown eyes he fell in love with.

"I'm glad." Peter smiles, pecking Tony’s lips.

“Now, how about we get some sleep?” Tony smirks, stroking a hand over Peter’s cheek.

[tonystoy]

thinking about peter riding tony, forcing him to cum inside of him 🙈🙈

[tonystoy]

MORE MORE MORE 👹👹👹👹

I NEED MORE 👹👹👹👹

I’m GNAWING at the iron bars of my enclosure

"I've been stressed all day my little dove, it's a good thing you're being such a good little boy for me aren't you?" The Superior grunts out as he snapped his hips against his boy's, his lightning blue eyes piercing through those glassy doe eyes that looked back at him with so much pleasure, cheeks flushed, thin lips parted that let out the smallest mewls, curls messily sprawled on the pillow, the kid's alabaster skin, tinged pink, contrasted wildly against the Superior's dark silk sheets.

"Sir— Superior— oh, please—" Peter babbles out incoherently, his toes curled against the sheets, back arched off the bed as the older powerful man used him to ease all his frustrations from today's meetings and delegations. His neck was littered with bites and hickeys, chest red with beard marks, nipples swollen and pitch pink from overstimulation, his body lax and borderline numb from how many orgasms the Superior had wrung out of him, his cock stayed painfully hard against his thigh as the older man's cock speared his boy pussy with so much fervor.

"Are you asking for another orgasm, little one? Haven't you had too much already? Aren't you being a little too greedy?" Tony sneers out softly, punctuating every word with a thrust of his hips, burying his cock deeper inside his boy's pliant, soft, puffy and wet hole. He watched as the younger man's eyes turned white in pleasure, jaw slacked as he threw his head back against the pillow. Peter Parker is a vision under him— and there was no way in fucking hell was he letting this boy go.

A hologram alert went off— an emergency, Superior grunted and was about to swipe it away, but his eyes glowered when he read the report from Colonel Rhodes;

"Superior, some Tony Stark of Earth 616 is looking for your boy, and he says he's not leaving without Peter Parker."

[ prompt written for @khalixascorner ♡ ; you're the best and i hope you're always blessed, sending hugs !!! 🥺🩷 ]

[tonystoy]

》 eyeshadows & highlights || a starker fic 《

— ♡ for @tonystoy

Summary: It was supposed to be a punishment but along the way, Tony got distracted as his boy painted his face with a ridiculously beautiful lingerie on.

A/N: this was supposed to be harder but it took a softer turn, hnggg, if you want to read the harder version, I'll post it as well! Let me know. This was roughly written, no beta whatsoever so please excuse the grammatical errors. Enjoy this story! ♡

Tags: Edging, Soft Dom Tony Stark, Sub Peter Parker, Dom/Sub Undertones, Cockwarming, Pretty Peter Parker

“Tony,” Peter gasps outs, “You said you wouldn’t move,” he quips out as he dusts his older boyfriend’s eyelids with some soft shimmery nude eyeshadow. 

“No I didn’t. I said I would try not to move. I’m trying. But it tickles, and you’re so fucking gorgeous on my lap with nothing but a blue lingerie on,” Tony defends himself with a grin and grinds up inside him once just for good measure.

“I’m– not,” Peter mumbles, so shy, despite being exposed in his blue lacy nude number and ass deep on Tony’s cock, “hold still, I’m only like, halfway done.”

Tony dutifully closes his eyes again and scrunches his nose at the tickly flutter of the brush at the corners of his eyes. It makes his cock jump, which draws a sound halfway between a giggle and a moan from Peter. This was supposed to be a punishment for Peter’s bratting out a few hours ago, but somehow along the way, they were both too engrossed with each other that they forgot about the punishment.

Slow and steady movements of his hips were calculated so as not to mess up his work on Tony’s eyes, Peter grinds against his weight in a preoccupied rhythm until he has to reach into his makeup bag on the couch beside them for a different palette.

Tony holds him in his lap by his waist, “I think an olive green would look nice with this gold,” Peter muses, letting Tony thrust up gently inside him as he assesses his face.

He moans loud when Tony thrusts a little harder and hits a good spot, “you have to wait,” he whines, but lets Tony fuck him hard a few more times before sitting up straight, blending brush poised and ready.

Little unfinished movements take over Tony’s hips, trying so hard to be good and wait. But Peter is so soft and warm and tight, and sticking the tip of his tongue out between his teeth as he focuses on eyeliner. So cute, so fucking hot. So sweet and kinky; Tony is sure he’s the luckiest man in the world. This is soft, sweet, wonderful edging.

Unable to keep the adoration at bay, Tony pressed a kiss on Peter’s parted lips, and another when Peter could only blink his beautiful doe eyes in surprise. The younger man lets out a giggle before pressing a kiss back against Tony’s lips and sits up straight, wiggles his hips on the older man’s cock a little and refocuses, “stay still,” he reminds Tony, dipping a smaller brush into a circle of black in the eyeshadow palette.

He hadn’t said Tony couldn’t touch, though. Eyes closed, he trails his fingers down Peter’s thighs, fanning wider and wider until he accidentally brushes over Peter’s half-hard cock, and accidentally does it again, and again, until he’s just dragging the backs of his fingers up and down his length.

The tiniest little sighs, Peter so pretty in his lap, focus unwavering until Tony’s got a finger and thumb wrapped around his pretty cock. He barely strokes him, petting his thumb under the head of his cock, giving it a squeeze here and there.

Determined to finish his work, Peter muffles his whines into his bitten lip and ruts against him in restrained little movements.

It goes on for five minutes, or ten, lazy with a simmering anticipation, touching him until burns wide in his gut and he has to stop and be good. He likes when Peter practices on him like this, the faint scent of the powders and creams he uses, the gentle press of his fingers to his cheek, breath held as he focuses.

It’s nice having nothing to do but take in the sight of his pretty boyfriend, staring into his eyes and smiling when Peter pulls into focus and smiles back before his gaze fades to the highlight on his brow bone. Even better when he gets to be inside him like this, building up a need for him so slow and potent that every glance and touch feels like he might burst into climax.

He massages at his balls and smirks when Peter’s eyes flutter shut for a second. His mouth waters as he ghosts his hand up Peter’s now very hard length, so hyper-aware of how it would glide beneath his tongue.

“Okay, lipstick,” Peter leans over to rummage around for the color he wants.

Without warning, Tony spreads Peter’s ass cheeks wide and thrusts up hard, gripping his cheeks painfully tight like it’s everything he can do to stop himself from pinning Peter to the floor and fucking him senseless. When Peter doesn't scold him for it, he does it a few more times, sighing long in momentary bliss.

A deep groan in his throat, Peter grips his shoulder to keep from collapsing, chest arched forward into him. “Hera 005, where the fuck is that H-Hera, Hera...something...” Peter pants, tossing tubes of lipstick to the couch, until he finds the shade exclaiming a soft “aha!”

Peter takes a hold of Tony’s chin and smiles at the heat in his eyes, bouncing twice more on the older man’s cock before stilling his movements, “you feel so good, you know that, sir? Your big cock inside me, I could sit here for days.”

“You have two minutes before I fuck you up against that wall,” Tony grunts, grip tight around Peter’s small waist.

The velvety walls of Peter’s ass clenches around his cock and the boy leans back, doe eyes wide with innocence before pouting, “but you said ' as long as it takes .', daddy! You said you- ah!“

Tony grins and pinches the boy’s nipple a little harder then intended, “I do, baby, I do. Take your time, but hurry up,” he mutters, pouting his lips just enough for Peter to drag the lipstick wand across them with expert deftness.

“So handsome,” Peter murmurs, satisfied with the look. He leans back to take in Tony’s face and bounces on his cock some more, fist clenching on his thigh like wants to touch himself but knows he shouldn't, “God, you’re so fucking big,” he moans, dragging Tony’s hands from his waist to his chest and back down.

Tony continues the worshipful movement on his own, drinking in the sight of his boyfriend riding him with his head tossed back to the ceiling. 

Peter stills his hips and exhales, blinking as he tries to regain focus, “Blush, and a little more highlighter.”

“Oh, my favorite part,” Tony hums.

Peter giggles, “the blush or the highlight?”

“Both. I just like how the brush feels.”

The younger man pauses, little pink compact in hand and tips his head with a fond little smile, “I thought you were gonna say highlight because it’s the last step and you can hurry up and fuck me already. You’re really cute sometimes, sir.”

“I’m not cute,” Tony grumbles, shy at how touched Peter looks. He closes his eyes and shivers at the tickle of the brush on his cheeks, a deep soft chuckle escapes his throat when Peter fan the brush under his chin and across his forehead just because he likes it.

“I swear, the golden highlight was made for you. Most beautiful fucking skin,” Peter mutters, leaning back again and thumbing some stray pigment from the side of his nose. The younger man moves his hips just enough to feel Tony inside him, to see the lust tug Tony’s eyelids shut, hands moving with a reverent hunger down the lines of his body.

“You want me now?” he hums, quiet, “Wanna fuck me up against that wall?”

The older man’s fingers wrap too tight around his cock and he loves it, edging his impending orgasm once again, “wanna fuck me, Tony?” The words come out as a raspy whine, Tony plugging him up tight and rocking deep inside.

“Take a picture now baby,” Tony sounds desperate, Peter’s favorite kind of Tony. Desperate Tony fucks him almost too hard and says things that soft, considerate boyfriend Tony would be too worried to say. “The whole point was to take a picture for your portfolio, take a picture now, pet.”

Peter reaches for his phone and leans back to get Tony’s whole face in the frame. Tony holds him safe by the waist and tries not to look like Peter is grinding against him when Peter snaps the picture.

A few more taken close up and from the side, he switches to video and rides Tony in earnest. He smiles at Tony in the camera, shy at being filmed but too close to the edge to go back into his shell.

“Feel good, Mr. Stark?”

“Stop filming, kiddo,” The older man mumbles like he always does, eyes meeting the lens for just a second before he pounds up into him, “fuck, I love fucking you, Pete. I love you so much, kid.”

Peter smiles at Tony in the camera looking up at him, sincere and breathless, lips pretty pink, eyes shimmering with golds and greens, “I love you too, sir,” he answers with reverence, dropping the camera to the couch cushion and wrapping his arms around Tony’s neck.

Feet pressed up against the front of the couch, Tony holds him tight and pounds into him, long groans in his ear as if it hurts how bad he wants Peter.

“Your cock’s so fucking big,” he whines, knotting his fingers tighter in Tony’s hair.

“Yeah? Still? Even after sitting your pretty little ass on it for that long?”

“Yeah,” Peter gasps, “Wanna feel you cum. Wanna feel you— fill me up, sir,” he can barely get the words out, Tony gripping his jaw and kissing him so deep, lip gloss smearing across both their lips.

“Harder,” he whimpers against Tony’s mouth, veins hot liquid sugar as Tony fucks against his prostate, "Ha— ah fuck, harder. Sir, please!"

“Come on, pretty baby. Fucking cum, let me see you.”

He lets Tony push him up from his chest and kneels just enough to let Tony thrust up into him, skin slapping together, “so good,” he whines, “So- so good, I- fuck-” all the edging and the stilled sexual gratification was slowly getting to Peter.

Tony doesn’t slow down when Peter’s cum splatters up across his chest, doesn’t slow down when Peter shudders with pleasure, doesn’t slow down when Peter tries to lean away from the brutal pace with his eyes squeezed shut. Instead he slams Peter back down onto his cock, hard and deep, pauses, and does it again. And again, and again, growling at the way Peter begins to grind against him once more despite his endless mewling.

“Kiss me, baby?” Tony’s voice is so soft and hoarse, even now. Peter falls forward and their lips meet, clumsy and fumbling, nothing more than shared breath as Tony fucks him fast again and comes deep inside him.

For a moment they sit like this, nose to nose, trying to catch their breath, Tony’s cock twitching in him, eyes heavy and sated.

“I love you, Mr. Stark,” Peter whispers, still shy every time he says it, though he knows Tony will smile and say it back every time.

“I love you too, kiddo,” Tony answers, as expected, a big goofy grin on his face even as he thrusts slowly inside him a few times more. This punishment was definitely softer than expected but Tony wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[tonystoy]

Bucky and Peter slow dancing in the kitchen at midnight.

Bucky and Peter fighting over watching Star Wars or Lord of the Rings.

Bucky and Peter having leftovers for breakfast.

Bucky and Peter on a lazy Sunday morning.

Bucky and Peter on cleaning day.

Bucky and Peter patching each other's injuries.

Bucky and Peter planning their vacations.

Bucky and Peter listening to their 40s/2000s playlist.

Bucky and Peter saving a seat for each other on a table.

Bucky and Peter taking Alpine to the vet.

Bucky and Peter having arguments.

Bucky and Peter admitting they did wrong and asking for forgiveness.

Bucky and Peter cuddling on the couch.

Bucky and Peter celebrating their anniversary with homemade dinner and cheap wine.

Bucky and Peter giving each other good morning and goodnight kisses.

Bucky and Peter having inside jokes.

Bucky and Peter drinking from the same bottle.

Bucky and Peter comforting the other after a nightmare.

Bucky and Peter hugging from the back.

Bucky and Peter meeting each other's friends.

Bucky and Peter making sweet tender love one day and having the nastiest disrespectful fuck the next day.

Bucky and Peter doing grocery shopping.

Bucky and Peter using the bathroom while one is showering and the other brushing his teeth.

Bucky and Peter being domestic.

[tonystoy]

crashing into him tonight, he's a paradox

— ♡ for @starksvinyls || a starker fic

Tony stared at the man across the elite bar. That dark blue silk button down contrasted well with his milky white skin, his brown curly hair fell over his eyes as he drank an expensive glass of red wine. His slender fingers wrapped around the glass gently but firmly as his thin lips came in contact with it. He roamed the younger man's body, he was lean and sexy, petite, and he was fucking gorgeous. His breath hitched as the said man turned his head towards his direction, their eyes connecting. His gorgeous brown doe eyes stared directly into his.

"Hello there, Mr. Stark. Long time no see." Peter said lowly, his voice seductive and sensual as his slender fingers ran up Tony's arms to his biceps, gently gripping the muscle under his hand, the way he said his name rolled off his tongue like thick cream melting across the heated pads of his taste buds.  Where, they are each other's secret- but they are crashing- falling- and feeling.

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[tonystoy]

Currently obsessed with " Good luck, Babe!" by Chappell Roan and I'm imagining a starker scenario with it. ( I know the song is about a lesbian experience, but I'm focusing on the aspect where one person pushes away someone they love because they can't admit to their sexuality)

Tony knows he loves every part of Peter. He loves how unashamed Peter is about his bisexuality and who he is. He also knows that Peter is his soulmate, but between the media and his own self-hatred, he pushes Peter away and marries Pepper to try to forget Peter. Peter knows that what he and Tony had was love, that once in a lifetime kind of love that should not end, but when Tony pushes him away he leaves. A couple months later, Peter's phone rings while he's out on patrol and he sees Tony's name and he knows what Tony is going to say without even answering. He answers and tells Tony that he can't handle being someone's secret and wishes him luck on his marriage to Pepper.

[tonystoy]

Knight Tony travelling into the demon realms to rescue his lover who has been kidnapped into their depths

[tonystoy]

Peter "The Thief" Parker padding through the penthouse in Tony's shirt, Tony's boxers, Tony's socks, with Tony's AI glasses on top of his nose, drinking warm milk from Tony's favorite mug.

Tony "The Victim" Stark who just watches Peter with whipped loving eyes, enjoying how Peter is so branded with his stuff and he wouldn't mind it if Peter steals more of his stuff (or his last name.)

[tonystoy]

What if Tony suddenly wakes up and gets Peter's powers and they test it out through fucking—

Tony being so overwhelmed by the heightened senses that he cums so fast just by Peter wrapping his fingers around his cock– but he still remains hard and Peter slowly eases him into controlling his orgasms with slow strokes.

Peter would enjoy making Tony cum several times before the older man just snaps and takes Peter, holding Peter down against the mattress with his new enhanced strength and Peter cums just by the sheer strength and manhandling Tony was doing to him.

If Tony thought Peter felt good around him back when he just human, then Peter around him with his new senses made his body go haywire, so much that he fills Peter so many times until the younger man is metaphorically holding a white flag, begging for mercy, overstimulated, brain dead, fucked out.

But does Tony stop? Of course, he doesn't. Peter feels too good to stop.

[tonystoy]

Tony throat fucking Peter as Tony’s getting fucked by Happy

Peter gagging and his saliva gets all over Tony’s cock, and Peter’s jerking off furiously, and Happy pumps a third load into into Tony

It was the best visit to his uncle Happy ever

[tonystoy]

so so weird about how he stares at carl why does he look like he wants to push him against the wall and have his way with him there

[tonystoy]

Negan knowing Carl needs new socks, so Negan goes on a run and deliberately gets the socks with ruffles at the top just to annoy Carl. Carl snatches them and glares at Negan but after a couple days Negan notices that Carl looks so pretty with those socks on his small feet.

Carl is so femboy/twink coded

[tonystoy]

SIM Tony fucking Peter's mouth in the middle of a meeting because his team did poorly on a takeover mission so he had to punish someone and his boy toy is always willing.