PeterParkerRoleplayer

Firstly, have ever you stopped and thought that it may be a look-alike prank stunt done by youtube prankers. Yes, YouTubers! For example: Yes theory who posted on youtube about "Justin Bieber" eating the taco the wrong way. another YouTuber name ChristianAdamG posted "Travis Scott" and the fake cheating allegation! if ANYONE FORGOT, that was years ago remember that!

Secondly, people around the world with age gaps, may be considered a norm from the past and future generations in the celeb world and normal society! I mean people with age 21 plus are together with older men. Ex: Florence pugh used to date Zach Braff(21 years age gap) George Clooney and his wife (17 years), and other actors/actress who is still alive with age gaps.

Thirdly, for our Chris evans fans, I know half of you are having mixed feelings. I understand he lied to you for about a year! or you feel disappointed/disgusted at him because he is dating someone young. But do you not stop and think that he needs some privacy in his life? Does Chris need to tell honestly to you about his private life.

Sure Chris Evans posted some stuff on Twitter and Instagram random things, like his dog, cute dodger (we love ya dodger). His family, Starting point, other movie projects, or something he likes on other people's tweets. like how we tweeted or posted that we thought he was "secretly dating" Salena Gomez. We thought they were like a cute couple but they haven't met!

Anyway back to the point, Does he need to FULLY tell or show you all ever since his debut as an actor! NO! So let's stop this none sense and Let's not bash Alba baptista as well! So it's a let's stop this none sense.

if we think pr stunt let it be! it's Hollywood, It happens! if its real love and they hide their relationship for a year. So be it.

Broken hearts

Pairing: reader x andy

Summary: Yn and Andy barber were friends since middle school they did everything together until andy ask yn out on a date in high school They both were in love everyone was jealous of their relationship more the popular girls in school but what will happen when yn enter Andy's room to see him and Laurie naked in the bed, years later they both got invited to the reunion where they see each other again, what will happen when Andy try to get back with her, when yn doesn't want anything with him again

Warning: None

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Andy move across the state with Jacob after the divorce between him and Laurie, he had won custody over him do to Laurie having m addiction in drinking, they move to a beautiful house with three rooms, Andy was happy staring a new life with his son away from trouble.

Andy got a new job in a law office and Jacob was transferred to a new school with new teachers even was so welcoming in the neighborhood, all the neighbors helping him out get settled into the new home. Andy had to get everything ready for Jacob since he started school less then a week, he needed supplies a new backpack since his got thrown in a trash by Laurie, Jacob at the other hand wasn't ready to go to school he was nervous and scared but Andy begin positive help me get his nerves back to normal

Andy: are u ok buddy

Jacob: yeah dad, it's that idk if I'm ready to go back to school

Andy: everything will be fine buddy u don't need to worry about anything Just pay attention to the teacher and get out of trouble

Jacob: u right dad, thanks *smiles at andy*

The next day

Andy was getting ready to head out for work while Jacob was still sleeping like always, he was so scared and nervous for his first day of school but kids u know he thought to himself. Andy went to get Jacob for him to get ready and drop him off at school, while Andy went and get Jacob ready he saw a box that he forgot to unload and saw a picture of him and n smiling and in love he still remember about her and how much he hurt her when they were in there 20s

Andy never heard from since they graduated and wanted to know if u were married with kids, Andy has done anything to find u way back but your mom said that u move away to college to become a teacher.

Andy dropped off Jacob in front of his new school, he was getting all nervous but went inside since he didn't wanted to embarrass his father in front of evervone

Jacob went the office to ask for his schedule but on his way he bumped into some

Jacob: oh l'm so sorry I did t see where I was going

Alicia: no no is okay, are u new here

Jacob: yes I am I just went to pick up my schedule

Alicia: can I see it

Jacob: sure here

Alicia: well it looks like we have one class in common that it's chemistry

Jacob: oh cool with ms yln right

"No one will notice anything, Tones!" Peter protested.

"You want me to crash this car?"

"I just want to make you feel good" he replied opening Tony's pants and leaning down to suck the tip of his cock.

Tony's grip on the wheel became harder, he took a deep breath, trying to focus on the road ahead. But those lips... Ah... That warm mouth, going up and down his cock so deliciously. His tongue swirling around every vein with ease and skill.

"Fuck!" He gasped when he finally stopped at a red light. Hand grabbing Peter's curly hair to help him move faster on his cock.

He was on the edge when the sign turned green and he was forced to drive again. On purpose, Peter moved slower to tease him.

It was a long... LONG ride home.

When they finally stopped at their garage Tony moved his hips against Peter's mouth, coming deeply inside of him.

It was hard on them. It always had been. They spent their lives between love and hate, but now? Now they were happily married and ruling the Kingdom.

No one else knew this, but after their marriage Loki and Thor made a grave in honor of their parents, at a high cliff, facing the ocean.

Loki kneeled in front of the grave, with a wave of his hand he filled it with flowers of all colors, like his mother loved.

Thor sat by his side. Almost reading Loki's mind "She is proud of you... They are" he promised taking Loki's thin hand in his "We did it... We're together... Safe .. Asgard is thriving again"

"I know... But... It's not the way it was supposed to be... She was supposed to be here... And... Him too"

"They're watching us, Loki... They're in Valhalla now, we don't need to weep for them" he kissed Loki's cheek "One day we'll meet at the golden gates of Valhalla, will drink together, eat together and celebrate our bravery and our lives"

"Promise?"

Thor was very stubborn. That wasn't new to Loki, but since he became King and Loki Queen, it was harder and harder to keep Thor on track of his health.

At this point he had to drag Thor to their chambers, seal it with magic to make him stop working so hard.

"You're going to lose the last brain cell you have if you keep working like this!" Loki reasoned, taking off Thor's clothes with no resistance from him. The king was indeed exhausted, but wouldn't admit Loki was right.

So Loki took him to their large bath, filled with hot water, calming oils and salts. He took his time cleaning Thor's hair, massaging his scalp, soaping his broad chest and body before washing him off completely.

After almost an hour Loki dried them up with his Seidr before dressing them in comfortable clothes. He sat Thor down on the bed, mouth feeding him grapes, meat, mead and more.

Thor hummed in pleasure. His eyes heavy with exhaustion. But he kept eating as much as he could.

When Loki got up Thor took his hand "Can't sleep without you"

"I'm not going anywhere" Loki replied, curling up with Thor against his chest, calmly listening to his heartbeat while he fell asleep.

Hi! just to be clear, this is my first m/f smut. I only write f/f and m/m but still, here is a little bit. I'm not sure I'll write more of this but *shrugs* .

-In this Blog, I Roleplay as peter parker or Female version of Peter parker, But I only ship starker, Thunderspider and Shieldspider

-I am comfortable playing a female version of peter parker

-I want to try any AU’s since i haven’t done it. Like incest for example

I went with vampire!Tony. Thank you for the prompt! I was surprised by the lack of supernatural fics, too. I hope you like this :)

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The past few centuries had gone by slowly and in a blur all at once. He’d seen a lot in his time. He’d seen the suffering of wars, the back alley murders and cold-blooded terrorism. He’d seen and intervened in things that would have given him nightmares, if he was still human and able to sleep. But he’d also seen good things; the festivals and movies, the laughing children and happy families… and the love-struck couples. 

The couples always made him feel a strange sort of envy, a craving for something he could never have. He remembered having something similar, when his blood was still warm, but that was then and this was now. 

He sat on a bench at a small park, brooding in his thoughts. He’d found throughout his undead life that there was nothing to do other than sit on his own and think. It was a lonely life, and one he wouldn’t wish on anyone else. 

“Look out!” A young voice called, moments before a plastic frisbee slammed into his head. 

Tony sighed heavily and plucked the frisbee off of the ground. He didn’t feel any pain, but he rubbed the side of his head anyway, if only to feel a little more human. 

A man jogged up to him with a small beagle at his heels, panting as he came to a stop in front of the bench.  He had brown curls on his head the color of molten chocolate, with wide, pretty eyes to match. His skin was fair and soft-looking, and Tony immediately wanted to sink his teeth into it, though he was startled to find that the urge came from wanting to give the other man pleasure rather than to fill up his own stomach. 

“Hey,” the man rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you. My dog was supposed to catch the frisbee.”

Tony handed the offending object back to its owner. “No harm done.” 

“I’m Peter,” the man introduced himself, patting his dog’s flank with one hand and offering the other to him. 

Tony clasped it gently, shaking it and not letting go until Peter pulled it away, “Tony.” 

“That’s a nice name,” Peter looked down at his scuffed shoes awkwardly, “So, uh, what are you doing here at 10 in the evening?” 

Tony wasn’t going to tell him that he’d come to drain any squirrels and rabbits he could find of their blood. He used to prey on humans, lifetimes ago -- but that gave him a conscience so guilty that he couldn’t handle it. 

“I wanted to clear my head,” Tony shrugged. He wasn’t sure how to act around Peter. It wasn’t often that he got any human interaction, and this rare opportunity to speak to someone made him more stiff than he liked. 

‘Nice,” Peter nodded and, after a moment of hesitation, sat down next to Tony, “My dog wanted to go out, and he runs the house, so whatever he wants -- he gets.” 

“What’s his name?” Tony extended his hand to the beagle, smiling a bit when his tongue flicked out and licked it.

“Chewie,” Peter grinned fondly, “My best friends pitched in and got him for me for Christmas last year.”

“They sound like good friends,” Tony said wistfully. 

Peter seemed to notice, because the next thing he said was, “You should hang out with us some time.” 

Tony visibly hesitated, so he said, “I promise we don’t bite.” 

Tony snorted at the irony and finally agreed. “Sure. That sounds fun.” 

“Great! I’m so excited,” Peter pulled his phone out of his pocket, “I’ll give you my number and we’ll set something up.” 

“I can only meet up with you and your friends after sunset, though,” Tony cautioned. 

Peter gave him a sympathetic look. “Work sucks, huh? That’s okay. My friends have unpredictable shifts, though, so it might just be you and me.” 

“I think I would prefer that,” Tony confessed.

Peter didn’t question anything, just smiled at him easily and said, “Then it can be just you and me.” 

They met up the next night, and the night after that, and the night after that. They met as often as they could, whether it was at quiet diners, movie theaters, crowded bowling alleys, or the park with Chewie. 

Tony quickly found that he liked being around Peter. He dreaded the end of each hang out, his chest twinging every time he had to watch Peter walk away from him. It didn’t feel right for them to be separated. 

It wasn’t until they’d been friends for five months that he realized why it physically hurt him whenever Peter went home. He was his mate, his heart and the person he’d be bound to for eternity… except Peter wouldn’t live that long.

The knowledge sent him spiraling into a major bout of depression. He started declining Peter’s invitations to come over, hoping that it would lessen his attachment to the man, even as the separation tore his heart to shreds. He kept it up for two weeks before Peter put his foot down and forced his way into Tony’s apartment. 

Tony was laying on the couch, watching the flickering fireplace with dull eyes. He didn’t look up when he heard Peter stop in the doorway to the living room; didn’t look up, still, when the cushions next to him dipped down with Peter’s weight.

Peter set a concerned hand on Tony’s leg. “What’s wrong, Tony?” 

When Tony didn’t say anything, he peeled back the blanket covering him and crawled into the space next to him, hiking the blanket back up once he was done settling in. He tucked his head into the crook of Tony’s neck, rubbing his hip comfortingly. Tony hadn’t gone out to hunt in those two weeks of anguish, and it showed; he could tell that his thinner frame was worrying Peter. 

Being here in Peter’s arms made him realize that he couldn’t possibly sever the bond they’d unknowingly built. He had to tell Peter, and he had to do it now. He just hoped beyond hope that he wouldn’t be disgusted over Tony being the equivalent of a walking corpse. 

“I’m a vampire,” Tony finally broke the silence, tensing up in preparation for any possible blows or screaming. 

Peter moved his head out of its hiding spot, tickling Tony’s chin with his hair as he did. He didn’t look scared or disgusted, which had Tony relaxing just a bit, though he knew better than to take it as a sign of acceptance. 

“I know,” Peter said gently. 

Tony’s eyes widened, but he pushed down his panic before it could rise. “How? Why are you still here?” 

“I thought I was crazy at first,” Peter mentioned casually, “But it all added up. You only go out with me at night, you almost threw up when I had pizza with garlic, you’re always looking at peoples’ necks.” 

“You noticed all of that, and your first thought was ‘vampire’?” Tony asked incredulously, “You watch too many movies.”

“Well, no,” Peter admitted, “But you just confirmed it, so I’m right anyway.” 

Tony swallowed then, avoiding his eyes, “And you’re not scared?” 

“You’ve had five months to eat me, and you didn’t. Why should I be?” Peter challenged. 

Tony smiled, the tension in his body dissipating at once, and dropped his head onto the sofa. “I have something else to tell you, but it’s okay if you don’t like it or want to stop seeing me.” 

Peter wriggled around curiously. “What is it?”

“I think you’re my mate,” Tony said carefully, “The one I’m destined to be with. I guess you could also say soulmate.”

“Oh, good,” Peter melted into him, “I was too scared to ask you out.” 

“What?” Tony asked, bewildered. 

“I’m in love with you, is what I’m trying to say,” Peter said uncomfortably, looking away from his shocked stare. 

Tony grabbed his face and pulled it closer to his own, kissing him tenderly. Peter didn’t take long to respond, shifting closer and kissing him back with all the enthusiasm a twenty two year old could have

A year later, Tony was living with Peter and Chewie. He was watching TV and waiting for Peter to come home, lounging on the sofa with Chewie dozing on his lap. Peter was out at a restaurant with his friends -- whom Tony hadn’t met even after all this time, and wasn’t planning on seeing. He was content with only socializing with Peter, though he did get bored whenever he left. 

The front door opened, and Tony sat up eagerly, waiting for Peter to come in and join him on the couch. Peter entered the living room and bent down to kiss him, looking confused when Tony shoved him away. 

“Are you trying to kill me?” Tony asked accusingly. 

“No?” Peter furrowed his eyebrows. 

“You had garlic,” Tony hissed, poking him in the chest harshly. 

“Oh,” the confusion on Peter’s face cleared up, “I had garlic bread, yeah. It’s really good, Tony, I can’t just not eat it.” 

“Even if it means killing your boyfriend?” Tony scooted away from him dramatically, “I thought you loved me.” 

“I do love you,” Peter rolled his eyes, “I’ll brush my teeth, okay?” 

“Do it now,” Tony ordered, “I want to kiss you and I can’t do it when you stink like that.” 

“If I didn’t know you were a vampire, I’d be very offended right now,” Peter said over his shoulder, leaving the room with an indulgent look on his face. 

“I love you!” Tony called, feeling a bit apologetic, “Even if you do try to kill me.” 

Hey! I loved that prompt thank you for requesting it! I’m so sorry I haven’t gotten to you before now but I’ve been swamped with uni and I felt super unmotivated to write, but I’m back now! Anyways I hope you enjoy!!

Tags: jealous!Tony, mutual pining, misunderstandings, required unrequited love

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Frankly, this was not Tony’s morning. He hadn’t slept in over 40 hours and to make matters worse he had just run out of coffee and forgot to tell Friday to order more. But none of that could explain the bile rising up in his throat or the jealousy coursing through his veins.

The scene unfolding in front of him did though. Stupid Steve’s giggling again, unmanly as it is. His muscles shake and tears stream from his closed eyes. He has a hand plastered on Peter’s shoulder. Tony has to hold his breath, pursing his lips as he watches them from the corner of the room.

He knows what has happened. Peter probably told some joke that honestly wasn’t worth doubling over and bursting into harsh cackles of laughter, but Steve just had to go the extra mile to get Peter’s attention. Tony had been observing things escalate for a while, and the more he noticed, the more it upset him. It started out as most things did, he guessed. Flirty comments, lingering touches, more eye contact than strictly necessary.

It doesn’t matter anyway. Tony won’t have to be here for much longer. Next week he’s off to Hawaii by himself. The brochure looked really good and he couldn’t wait to relax, gather his thoughts and get over this idiotic crush.

It hurt to look, but he couldn’t not look either. He notices Steve telling Peter some lame story about a mission gone wrong. The kid’s face actually lights up brighter than a toothpaste commercial. He has that soft, adoring look on his face that makes Tony want to hurl.

Tony decides to torture himself some more and actually joins them in the living room. Steve whooshes past him as if it’s his house instead of Tony’s and perches himself on Tony’s favorite couch, signaling for Peter to come over. When he does, Steve wraps himself around him closer than food wrap, just as transparent. They’re whispering as if they’re sharing secrets. This time Peter’s the one giggling like he’s three and a half years old.

Tony can’t say anything about it. It would put their friendship at risk, and that’s something he won’t do. Friends like Peter don’t come along too often. Knowing that still doesn’t stop the want to raise his voice with jealous spite and demand Peter to explain why Steve makes him smile like that when it should be Tony.

But, it’s not the kid’s fault. Tony had no claim on Peter. They weren’t anything beyond close friends and Peter could flirt with whomever he wanted. Maybe he had a chance years ago when the hero-worship and excessive admiration still lingered, but he fucked that up too. Peter knew the real him now, flaws and all. Tony’s well aware he pulls with one hand just to push away with the other. He knows he’s doing it right now too, but he still doesn’t stop. He feels like he’s cursed. When he loves it’s too strong, like some God turned his emotion dials up way too far. No one really understands that Tony can only give mixed messages in order to disguise his love, protect his feelings.

He didn’t say anything but his eyes were like daggers stabbing Steve over and over again. He always had to have what Tony wanted too, huh? Tony felt the frustration bubbling up in his chest.

His knuckles turned white from clenching his fist too hard. His teeth gritted from the effort to remain silent, hunched form exuding an animosity that was like acid- burning, slicing, potent. “Something wrong, Stark?” When Steve spoke, Tony mentally snapped, face red with suppressed rage. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you, Rogers? You really love to rub it in, don’t you?” He made the mistake of letting all the frustration build until it inevitably snapped. He knew that he shouldn’t have let it escalate to that point, but logic wasn’t on his side right now. He couldn’t think this through.

“What on earth are you talking about?” Steve raised his brow questionably. Tony felt the hammering of his heart, its very great attempt to escape his chest. Nothing but hurt and fury ran through his mind right now, “Are you acting stupid or do you actually have a brain the size of a pickled walnut?”

He heard the youngest of them three gasp, almost scandalously. “TONY! You can’t say stuff like that! What’s gotten into you!?” He had the nerve to sound disappointed and angry at the same time. Those feelings quickly ebbed away, however, when he really looked at Tony, and more specifically at his eyes. Which seemed to hold a great deal of pain and had dark bags under them. Peter wondered when he was last able to get some sleep and not just a 45 minute powernap between his lab projects. He paused and sighed. “Are you okay?” The concern and sincerity was clear in his voice. It made Tony want to confess everything and run away at the same time. He let out a shaky breath. “No... I’m not.” He cast his gaze onto the ground and his eyes darkened. He glanced back up at Peter. “Why?” His voice sounded more pained than anything. Steve saw this as the perfect time to excuse himself, fully well aware of how much Tony hated being vulnerable in front of others.

“Why what?” Peter asked softly, following Tony’s gaze that was plastered on Steve walking out. “You mean Steve? Why do you have a problem with him?” Tony chuckled darkly and shook his head, choosing to answer with a question of his own. “How long have you two been dating?” Peter eyed him weirdly, confusion evident on his face. “Dating? We’re not... what do you mean?” Now it was Tony’s turn to look puzzled. “What’s all that giggling and whispering about then? I can’t walk in a room without seeing you two joined at the hip!”

Peter laughed, almost hysterically. “Omg this is golden. This is so good. We’re literally plotting, trying to come up with a plan, to get him and Bucky together! There’s absolutely nothing going on between him and I.” Tony couldn’t help the relaxing of his muscles and the breath of relief that escaped his mouth at those words. “Why do you care? Wait... were you jealous?” Peter leaned in closer, smirking. “So what if I was?” Tony would not back down so easily. “Well I’d say you’re a bit of hypocrite to be honest. One moment I’m important, next minute I’m background at best. What’s making my head spin are the transitions. Stop giving me mixed signals, Tony! Don’t be a coward, tell me how you feel.”

Tony didn’t hesitate this time. He closed the distance between them, kissing Peter short and sweet. “I love you,” he tells him, “I love you. Come to Hawaii with me? How’s that for a signal?”

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And here’s the first day of Kinktober 2020! I hope everyone enjoys, this was a lot of fun to write

Warnings: food kink, oral sex, very nff, Peter’s age isn’t stated

Have at it spooky sluts 🎃🧡

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“But I’ll be all sticky,” Peter pointed out with pursed lips, sitting up so that he could cross his arms.

He truly was a sight, completely bare, comfortable where he was propped up in he and Tony’s shared bed. But his face seemed a bit concerned as he eyed the can of whipped cream in his boyfriend’s hand.

Tony just watched him, sighing dramatically as he moved to kneel on the bed. “No, you won’t. Because I’ll clean you up. Which is the whole point, right? And-“

“But what if you don’t do a good enough job?” Peter argued, interrupting him. The glare he got from the older man caused him to stop talking, biting his tongue.

“Which is what I was getting to. If I miss some, we can hop in the shower, yeah? Extra fun.” He grinned. “Now, are you in?”

The younger man smiled weakly, laying back down and stretching, entire body on display in such a position. “I guess...but some more warning would have been nice.”

“Sorry, honey.” He wasn’t that sorry. “But I thought it would be a nice surprise.” He grabbed the can again, slowly moving closer to the man in the center of the bed. “I always talk about how sweet you are. Now we can make you extra sweet.”

Giggling at the stupid, sappy comment, Peter shook his head. “Thanks, Tones.” Then the laughter was shocked out of his voice as Tony suddenly sprayed a bit of the dessert topping onto his chest. “Oh, that’s cold,” he breathed.

“‘course it’s cold, just came from the fridge,” Tony murmured, tongue lapping up the cream from Peter’s pec.

The younger man shivered at the action, adjusting his position slightly so that he’d be able to watch better. “I-I guess so...”

Tony chuckled, trailing the can lower until he was at Peter’s abs. He paused for a moment to admire them in all their beauty before getting to work.

He outlined them in the cream, filling every dip and valley. Then he slowly made a trail from Peter’s stomach down, only stopping once he got to the younger’s cock.

If tony thought his boyfriend’s abs deserved worship, his cock deserved an entire religion dedicated to it. It was absolutely perfect. Already straining from their new play, standing proud with a slight curve towards his belly. Beautiful.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the tip and basking in the way it twitched before he started working again. He sprayed the cream around the base of it, drawing a line straight down the length of it next.

“Tony- shit,” Peter breathed, whatever earlier grievances forgotten at the cool topping on his most sensitive parts.

Tony smirked, setting the can to the side once he pressed the cap back on. Moving between his boyfriend’s legs, he slid his hands up his hips before leaning in to teasingly slide his tongue along what was still on his stomach.

The topping had begun to melt against the heat of the man’s skin, leaving runaway drops that Tony chased with his tongue.

Peter squirmed under the attention, moaning softly with every swipe of Tony’s tongue on his skin. His hips canted up weakly as his abdomen was lavished with kisses and licks, and even the occasional nibble that made him keen.

The whipped cream didn’t stay solid long, and the problem with the melting didn’t stop at his abs. Soon the cream was dripping down to his balls as well.

Tony wasn’t in any sort of hurry to clean up, though, unbothered as Peter made breathy comments about ruining the bedding. He didn’t care. He was taking his time with cleaning up, leisurely leaving small hickeys and bites as he kept going. Then once he was finally finished with that section, he swiped his tongue over the sweet happy trail leading down to his favorite part.

But once he finally got to Peter’s cock, he pulled away.

“No! No, don’t move- don’t stop-“ Peter whimpered, hips bucking weakly in an attempt to get him to move his mouth back.

Tony chuckled, eyes looking over the mess that had formed as he took his time with Peter’s stomach. Some was still solid, staying around the base of his cock and down the entire length. But some of the cream had melted into the soft curls, run down over his balls, before settling in drops on the bed.

Peter was whimpering, muscles twitching and flexing as he waiting for Tony to dive in again. To stop teasing.

The older man slowly leaned in again, spreading his thighs as he kissed the head of his boy’s cock.

Peter shivered under the action, fighting to keep still as Tony slowly took down the full shaft. He could feel the tight muscle of the man’s throat, so he fought to stay completely still as to avoid choking him. But it was hard.

Tony swallowed thickly around the length, groaning softly as he pulled back again. “Taste so good...” he deepthroated the cock again, reveling in the cry it drew from Peter’s throat. He repeated the process until he was satisfied with how he had cleaned, and how hard Peter was clearly fighting to keep from fucking his throat until release.

His tongue licked around the base next, cleaning the mostly melted sweet cream. There were still sticky spots once he was done, but he could come back to those.

His mouth trailed down, lapping up the sticky trails as he settled at Peter’s balls.

The younger man mewled, head dropping with a thump against the headboard. “Oh! Please, Tony, please, need you to get it all,” he babbled, cock twitching hard as Tony sucked gently at the sensitive sac.

Smirking against his skin, Tony brought one hand to start stroking his lover quickly. He knew it wouldn’t take the young man long to reach his high; not with how thoroughly he had been worked over and teased.

“Yes, Tony, please, I need to cum so badly,” Peter whimpered, hips twitching up to fuck into the man’s fist.

Tony chuckled, tongue pressed flat against his balls to give him the extra pressure.

It wasn’t long before Peter was crying out, body tense and cock rigid as he finished.

Tony slowed his hand down, pulling his mouth away as he sat up. He hummed, feeling some of the warm cum drip down his hand. “Now I’ve got more to clean,” he mused.

I hope you like it!

Tony didn’t think his searching gaze was subtle, but it didn’t matter. The reason he’d agreed to attend the gala in the first place was because Peter had promised to accompany him, and Tony was willing to do just about anything to spend time with him. The only issue was, Tony had been swept away by a hoard of well-dressed men and women as soon as he’d stepped into the building. He’d immediately lost sight of Peter, and nearly an hour later, he was feeling guilty and trying to find him. 

It hadn’t been his intention to leave Peter to the wolves, but it had happened, and he was going to have to make up for it somehow. Tony ambled over to the bar as he continued to scan the room. It was after he had two drinks in hand -- one for him, and one for Peter -- that he spotted the man he was looking for. 

Peter was standing near the corner of the room, almost directly across from the bar. He was talking to a blond man that towered over him, the latter of whom was gesturing to the couples dancing in the middle of the room. 

Tony’s heart sank. He had no claim on Peter; they weren’t dating, weren’t anything beyond close friends and coworkers. Peter could flirt with anyone he wanted to flirt with. Just because he himself was falling deeper into a pit of unrequited love didn’t mean Peter had to be mindful of him. The fleeting touches in Tony’s lab, the midnight heart-to-hearts, the burnt meals -- they must not have meant as much to Peter as they did to Tony. 

Peter was free to take home anyone he wanted. 

Tony was about to turn away from the couple, nausea churning in his stomach at the thought, when the blond turned and revealed Peter’s face. Peter’s eyes were darting away from the blond, mouth fixed in a completely fake smile that told Tony he was trying to be polite. 

Relief bloomed in Tony’s chest, and he set off towards the pair after leaving the drinks at the bar, heart singing with the knowledge that Peter wasn’t trying to get with the blond. The fact that he could still go home with someone else at the gala niggled at the back of his mind, and Tony had to suppress a sigh as he neared the corner. He was going to have to make his move soon. 

When Peter noticed him coming up, his strained smile visibly relaxed as he stepped aside to make room for Tony. 

“You gentlemen having a good evening?” Tony drawled, stopping next to Peter and piercing the blond with an unimpressed stare. 

“It just got better,” Peter said, bolder now that he had Tony to support him. 

Tony smiled, flattered, “I’m glad. You up for some dancing, Pete?” 

“Actually,” the blond cut in, narrowing his eyes, “He was about to join me on the dancefloor.” 

“And who are you?” Tony raised his eyebrows. 

“A friend,” the blond said simply, “My name is Maxwell Davidson.” 

“Okay, Maxwell Davidson,” Tony nodded, “Unfortunately for you, I’m his boyfriend, which means I’ll come first every single time. Maybe we’ll pencil you in for that dance a year from now. Or never. Never sounds good to me.” 

Tony cupped Peter’s chin with both hands, ignoring his shocked expression and hoping beyond hope that he’d go along with the ruse, and bent his head until his mouth was pushing against Peter’s in a gentle kiss. After a moment or two, Peter shook himself out of his surprise and started kissing him back. 

They pulled away after a solid two minutes of languidly making out, their kisses growing more heated than what would be appropriate in a public setting. They stood there with their foreheads pressed against the other’s, panting quietly until they remembered their audience. 

When they turned to face Maxwell, they saw that he was gone, the space in front of them empty. 

“Since when are you my boyfriend?” Peter asked, half-teasing and half-genuine. 

Tony coughed and looked away, stubbornly refusing to feel embarrassed. If this was the only time he would get to kiss Peter, he wasn’t going to let himself regret it. 

“It got him off your back, didn’t it?” Tony shrugged, dodging the question uneasily. 

“Yeah,” Peter looked down at his shoes stiffly, “I guess it did.” 

“Do you want to go home? I had FRIDAY order some popcorn the other day, we could watch some movies,” Tony suggested, trying desperately to get rid of the awkward tension building between them. 

“That’d be great, actually,” Peter smiled, following him out of the building and into the night. 

The drive to Tony’s penthouse was quiet. Peter leaned his head against the cold window, watching the streets blur by with half-lidded eyes. Tony hummed along to the radio, fingers dancing on the wheel as he drove. Occasionally he would glance at Peter, checking on him even though it wasn’t needed. His lips were still tingling with the memory of Peter’s own brushing against them, tongue peeking out sometimes to swipe at them. 

He wondered if Peter was thinking about it, too. Whether his thoughts were tinged with disgust or reverence. 

They went up to the penthouse and collapsed onto one of Tony’s numerous couches, not bothering to change their clothes beyond taking off their jackets and ties. FRIDAY switched on the TV and put on a random movie, letting it play once he and Peter were fully comfortable in their spots. 

This was their thing. Tony and Peter often disagreed over which movie they should watch, Tony usually going for the classics while Peter wanted to watch something recent. They solved the issue by having FRIDAY choose what they watched, and despite the crappy movies they ended up watching sometimes, Tony was happy about the difference in preferences. It gave him and Peter something that they didn’t share with anyone else. And maybe that made Tony feel special, but he would never admit it to anyone. 

They were halfway through their movie when Peter turned to him, his thigh brushing against Tony’s and catching his attention, “Why’d you really pretend to be my boyfriend?” 

Tony stilled, ice cold fear washing over him. He stayed silent, racking his brain for an answer Peter would accept, but nothing was coming to mind. Peter nudged him lightly, and the words spilled out without Tony’s permission. 

“I wanted to kiss you.” 

Peter’s eyes widened, but he wasn’t moving away, or running out of the room screaming in revulsion, “Why?” 

“I like you,” Tony admitted in a hushed voice, avoiding his gaze, “Might even love you.” 

Peter choked, and said in a strangled voice, “Oh.” 

Tony swallowed harshly, taking the silence as a rejection and sliding away from him, “Sorry. I know I shouldn’t have said anything.” 

Peter grabbed his arm and pulled him back to him, shifting his body to curl around him in a tight hug, “I’m glad you said it. I don’t think I would’ve ever made the first move.” 

“Does that mean you--?” Tony asked hopefully, his question cut off when Peter grabbed his face and pulled it down, their mouths colliding in a passionate kiss. 

“Does that answer your question?” Peter wondered breathily. 

Thanks for the prompt, love! Hope you enjoy it 😊

TW: underage kisses(?)

Peter leaned against the brick wall, breathing heavily. He grabbed the handle of the knife that was buried in his side, hands already turning red with blood. “This fucking hurts, man.” He wheezed to himself.

“I’m sure it did, Peter. Would you like me to inform, Mr. Stark? You’re in need of medical attention.” Karen’s voice sounded calm, warm and almost motherly if that was even possible for an AI.

“Uh, no, that’s fine, Karen. All good. I just need to get this thing out and then my healing will fix this in a jiffy.” He groaned in pain when he pulled at the knife, blood oozing out quickly. He glanced down and felt a wave of dizziness rush over him, slowing his senses.

“Peter, I’m afraid that was a rhetorical question giving you the illusion of choice. Per protocol, I’m required to inform Mr. Stark. Calling Mr. Stark now.” She told him matter of factly.

“Kaaaareeen why you gotta betray me like this, girl?” Peter whined and rolled his eyes.

“Hey kid, what’s up? What’s this about betrayal, huh?” Tony popped up on his screen with a raised eyebrow, but he kept a gentle smile on his face. “H-hey, Mr. Stark,” the boy gave a pained smile, “promise you won’t be mad?”

Tony tensed “That’s not really a great way to start this conversation, is it?” He immediately pulled up Peter’s vitals. Knowing Tony was probably already getting himself familiar with the situation, Peter decided to just be honest, “Might’ve gotten stabbed just a little bit.”

The billionaire jumped to his feet, awake and alert. “STABBED? Are you kidding me? Why didn’t you tell me straight away! Damn it, kid, your blood pressure’s getting dangerously low!”

“Yeah.” Peter closed his eyes, rattled expression on his face. “Hurts, Mr. Stark.”

Tony instantly softened “I’m sure it does, Spider-baby. I’m almost there okay. Can you be good and stay with me?” The concern in his voice was obvious.

“Mhm, ‘m’kay. I’ll be good.” If Tony wasn’t currently in a frenzy and breaking every traffic law there is, he might’ve been very turned on.

———

Tony arrived in record time and ran to Peter, as fast as his legs could carry him. “Pete, you awake?” Peter nodded his head, but didn’t reply verbally. “I’m right here, kid. I’m gonna fix you up, okay? Don’t worry about a thing. You’re okay now, you’re safe with me.” There were tears in his eyes.

The teen worried his bottom lip between his teeth and slowly opened his eyes. Peter felt himself get picked up bridal style, probably being lifted to Tony’s car. He enjoyed the feeling of Tony’s warmth, arms wrapped around him. It made him feel secure.

“Am I dreaming, Mr. Stark?” Tony chuckled “No, Pete. Do you dream about me often then?” He replied in an attempt to joke, offering humor in serious situations.

“All the time, Mr. Stark. Every night. I dream about your eyes, your lips, your strong arms and hands.” Tony gulped and tightened his grip. “Fuck.” Silently cursing and thanking the blood loss that allowed Peter to confess his darkest secrets.

Tony gently lowered Peter in his car. “Fuck. Didn’t mean to get blood all over your seats, Mr. Stark.”

“Didn’t mean-“ Tony sighed in exasperation, “Forget the blood, kid. I’m way more worried about you right now. I’ll put Happy on cleaning duty or something. He’ll love that.”

Peter chuckled and then winced in pain. “Mr. S-Stark, I-I don’t feel so g-good.” His eyesight blurred. “Kid? Kiddo? Peter!?” Everything became fuzzy. Feeling his body drain away slowly until finally all went black.

———

He woke up in the Medbay, feeling ten times better than before. He slowly opened his eyes and saw worried whiskey brown eyes staring back at him. Sadly, his consciousness was quickly accompanied by shame and guilt at his slip up, his vulnerability. He wanted to apologize for making Mr. Stark uncomfortable, feeling like an absolute idiot for spilling his secrets, but he didn’t get the chance. Before he could open his mouth, Mr. Stark wrapped him in a soul-crushing hug.

“Fuck, baby. I was so scared when you blacked out. I thought I lost you. I thought you were dying. Do you know what I would do if you died? I love you, Peter.” The older man choked out.

Peter froze. “Baby? You love me?” There was very quickly a blush spreading on his cheeks, as embarrassed as he was, he couldn’t help but break out into a big grin at the petname.

Instead of replying Tony closes the distance between them. Peter looks up at the older man as if he is starving, the flush adoring his delicate pale cheeks becoming more prominent. “Fuck... you look so pretty like this, baby.” Tony whispers and Peter moans at the praise. Tony raises a single eyebrow, silently asking for permission to continue. The teen frantically nods his consent. Their lips finally meet in a biting and desperate kiss. “About time, don’t you think?”

He lays down next to Peter, planting soft kisses on the top of his head while playing with his hair. “You should get some more rest. Your healing factor took care of most of the healing, but you still need to take it easy.”

Peter pouted, preferring to do other things in the moment, but complies none the less. “Sing for me, Tony?” Tony smiled at the use of his first name.

“Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream. Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen. Give him two lips like roses and clover. Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over.”

(Thought i’d have a go at a Rom Howney for a change, i know it’s been a while since i wrote. Don’t be too harsh, but fair warning it may be shit.)

The sun beat down on the chalk white sheets, the birds chirping their usual gorgeous rhythms that acted as the Downey’s family alarm. Clothes lay rumpled and begging for an iron, but it was too early for that now. The only sound that filled the room was the soft breathing of two intertwined souls that lay beside the other in paradise.

Robert gave a gentle groan, still worn out from the previous night, but he didn’t refrain from pulling his little love closer to his beating heart’s home, his chest that had the same amount of warmth as the sun almost. He couldn’t imagine a better life, it had all been bliss since 2015, the year he had met his soulmate.

Tom gave a gentle sigh, his eyelashes fluttering grandly like royalty almost before his brown, bambi eyes opened to the sight of his husband. “Morning, Rob.” He managed, still so so exhausted yet so so happy. 

“Sleep well, my love?” 

“I did, how about you?” 

“Like a baby, sweetheart. We had better get up.”

“I know, but i really don’t wanna.”

The next thing that could be heard throughout the home, was the sound of soft giggles and padded feet waddling down the hallway with two giggles of: “Wake up, mommy, wake up, daddy!”

Tom couldn’t help but grin. That would be Exton and Avri up to cause trouble, they were after all, the apple of both Tom and Robert’s eye.

“My little babies!” Tom coos, hoisting Exton onto his lap and giving his sides a few butterfly kisses before hugging him to his chest, stroking his hair. Robert did the same with their little princess Avri, his aged smile still as handsome even after 3 years of marriage.

They leaned into each other, their children on their lap before Robert uttered the words: “This is perfection. I love you, so so much.” 

————————————-

Robert awoke from his dream, nothing but blackness filling the room. The only thing he registered next to him, was the warm body of his lover. He gave a gentle sigh, wrapping his arms around the 4 months baby bump that Tom was donning.

“One day, my love. It’ll be us in a few years, i promise.”

Tom gave a soft groan, waking up before his eyes fell upon his husband’s crestfallen face. “What’s wrong, honey?” 

Hey! Basically, i'm lonely whenever my gf isn't active here and i have barely any friends, so if people want to roleplay with me please PM me. I can do either Tony or Peter, MCU or AU, i don't mind.