#strangespider

Hear me out. Spider bit him and his skin got amazing.

People notice, ask him for tips/what products he is using.

He panics and starts studying and creating topical treatments.

He actually started making products to sell, and giving them to people who asked and they kept coming back for more.

It continues as he gets older and when he is in college he takes some classes. Maybe this is something he can really make money off of. He gets his doctorate in Dermatology and Chemistry.

He creates his own brand of product lines.

Cosmetic cures for your teenager to creating stuff that helps with scaring for surgery or accidents.

His name gets tossed around at famous parties.

His name gets tossed around at medical conferences.

All the while he keeps to his friendly neighborhood spider-man activities.

He panics when he gets invited to the latest Avenger Fundraiser Gala.

Was thinking about you today! 🫂 It's super hot where I am and I'm trying to cool down :P Which brings me to my current idea!!! Little! Peter and Daddies Tony and Stephen going out to the beach or like a water park! But Tony buys out the whole place for the day ^^ 🩷

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Omgg this is making me think delicious fluffy thoughts🤭🤭🤭

Like filthy rich CEO Tony and world famous surgeon Stephen and them being workaholics, so they adopted a Little to try and slow down their lives. And it works! They work part time, more or less managing from the top, but letting others do most of the work.

So, they are in Greece and the waterpark is empty except for all the staff being there still. Daddies want to relax too, so they definitely need lifeguards. Peter is having such a good time in the different pools and with all the slides.

Half way through their day, the three of them settle down in the shade to eat and rest a bit. Peter gets a cheeseburger and fries, and then an ice cream special. He nearly dozes off after eating, but he refuses to give in and dives back into the pool.

“Should we just retire? Completely? And then we can do this all day instead?”

You’re my favorite 🥰 this is so cute

Daddy woke his baby by pressing soft kisses across his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose. “Good morning baby.”

Peter lets out a soft whine as he stretches before smiling up at his daddy, “daycare today? Play wif Bucky?”

Tony shakes his head as he scoops his boy up, “not today baby, I need you with me. My snuggle level is dangerously low.”

At this Peter pouts, “but dats boring! I don’t wanna go to work. Wanna go build legos with Bucky at the center!”

Tony feigns hurt and kisses all over Peter’s face to make him giggle, “please Petey?”

Peter huffs before a small smile breaks across his face, “okay daddy. I’ll come and give you as many snuggles as you need.”

By the late @von--gelmini  (and me)

Adapted to Spiderstrange (from the original, OC pairing) by myself

RATED V FOR VON

art by the incomparable @mrstarksbaby

Two Avengers, bonding over shared experiences in outer space  (as well as some misadventures with multiverses) have developed an unlikely friendship.  It is intense, it is personal.  It is also very sexual.  Distance does not dissuade them.  One has  a sling-ring.  The other has the internet.  Mostly, they use the internet.  What you are about to read is one of many examples of their written musings, used as entertainment (of the intimate variety) on an occasion when Avenger business kept them on separate continents.  It is a fantasy.

If anything came of it afterward, when they saw each other again, is up to you to imagine.

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Oral Daydreams

Peter:

A lazy afternoon. Naked in bed. Alone. Daydreaming.

Of your mouth. On my lips. On my skin. Moving lower.

You find me there in bed. I smile at you. Turning over, I stretch my body out, watching you look at me with bright blue eyes. You sit on the edge of the bed and turn towards me. Your hands run along my sides as you bend down to kiss me. I return your kiss slowly. Taking my time to feel your lips with my tongue, to have the warmth of your mouth on mine as long as I can. Letting that kiss build in passion until I’m gasping and my back arches up in your hands. You say sweet things, call me your little spider, tell me how beautiful I am, how you love touching me. Your voice flows over me as music, your words the lyrics. You kiss my neck, nipping gently at my skin, biting harder as you suck bruises there. Your tongue traces the line of my collarbone from my shoulder to the center. Moving down my chest, finding my nipple, teasing me with your teeth. Your hands slip down my stomach, stroking the hair from my navel down to my cock, which is rising with all the attention you’re giving me.

I figure out your purpose. I’ve done this to you often enough. Usually I am too self-conscious to allow you to do it to me for long, or this thoroughly. But in this daydream, the sensation is too sweet and all that self-consciousness fades away to nothing like I wish it would do for real. Still, the daydream’s so vivid that I imagine that I can feel your lips as if they were real. You’re going so slowly. Taking your time. Teasing the skin on my stomach with the scrape of your beard. Making me writhe. I want your mouth on my cock. I surprise myself and tell you that, easily. You give into my pleading and touch the tip with your tongue. I feel the heat of your mouth as you take the head into the O of your lips. My hands clutch at the sheet as they always do. But this is a daydream and I am bolder than I am in reality. My hand cups the back of your head, followed by my other. Not pushing, but definitely urging. I want you so much!

The sunbeam falling over my legs is the heat of your body. As it spills over my erection, that’s your mouth. My hands make play at what I imagine you’d be doing if you were here. I close my eyes I’m back in my daydream. I moan (aloud) about how hot your mouth feels, about how good you are at driving me insane with it. I say your name over and over as you get me closer, my words losing their meaning. It becomes hard for me to keep my hips still and I’m thrusting up into your mouth. 

Only when I come does the illusion break. The hot splash of it on my belly, something you would never let happen if your mouth were on me. I whimper a little sadly though sigh contentedly at the same time. My eyes open and, rolling to my side, I look for the towel I had put nearby. As I prop myself up a little, I notice a shadow in the doorway.

Wow, the stone floors of Kamar Taj don’t give a person any warning, do they?  Must be those soft wizard-shoes you always wear.

I smile and blush, ducking my head.  Embarrassed. 

“Stephen… um… been there long?”

Stephen:

I grin.

“Long enough to hear my name taken in vain.”

I’ve already shed my robe and my shoes - dammit there’s still my sweater - why do I wear so many clothes?  I shed a few more.

I stretch out beside you on the bed and gather you up in my arms.

“I like hearing you tell me what to do, little spider. 

“Tell me again.”

Peter:

“I want your mouth. That’s what started this. I couldn’t get the thought of your mouth out of my head. I want you to go down on me and make me all hard and not stop until I’m calling out your name again. I want to feel your hair in my fingers, the curve of the back of your head in my hands. Hmm… only this time… I want you to turn around so I can… okay don’t laugh.  But I want to feel you in my mouth too. My lips on you. I’m afraid, though, if you’re doing it right, I’ll be far too distracted to be doing it right to you. That’ll have to wait until you’ve finished me. Then I’ll finish you." 

Oh my god what did I just say!?!

Stephen:

Oh my.  Now this is a lovely surprise.  And yes, Peter, oh yes I am VERY happy to oblige you. I very much want to feel you in my mouth right now…… spent and still tasting of your fantasy of me…..

Only promise me something.

Promise me you’ll put your hands on my head like you did in your fantasy.

And that you’ll push up….

Peter:

Oh god, have you… have you done that before?

Stephen:

Never you mind what I have and haven’t done before, Mr. Parker. 

Peter:

Okay, okay.  Then… then you undress and crawl into my bed. I reach out and grab your shoulder, pulling you into position. I want you in my mouth. I want your mouth on me. So wild, so daring.  But I can do it.  You make me feel brave. I take your half-hard cock and run my lips over the head. I’ve always loved the way that feels, the smoothness of the skin there against my lips.

But there’s the other part of the fantasy that I want. I reach down with my other hand and find your head. You’re just about to start, but I don’t wait before I cup my hand around the back of your head and push you down to where I want you. I close my eyes and pretend that I’m in my fantasy. I want to feel the heat of your mouth surrounding me as mine just teases. Not doing what I know would feel good to you, not doing my usual, trying to impress with my ability to hold my breath forever.  Not trying to impress you at all. Just playing about with the things that tantalize me the most about using my mouth.

It takes you longer than usual to get me hard. After all, I did just come and… and on top of that, I’m doing something that really fills me with self-doubt.  No matter how much I am fantasizing that it doesn’t. I’m not really doing this, am I? And an even worse question… I’m not really wanting this, am I? Oh but the way your head feels in my hand, my fingers combing through your hair. I want more and more and more of you. Yes, I raise my hips up and push your head down. I groan loudly, with my mouth around the head of your cock. “Oh, Stephen.” My hips thrust up again. “Oh god yes.” I lick at your cock some more as I moan appreciatively. My mind telling me: Don’t think about what he’s doing, what you’re doing… just do it. 

Stephen:

I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re doing to me down there, although I’m sure it’s impressive as always.  But I fear I’m paying too much attention to what I’m doing to you.  Putting my hands on your hands to keep them there, I WANT you to grab my head, I don’t want those hands to go away.  Then my hands are on your sweet ass to keep you thrusting into my mouth….. the back of my throat is waiting for you, longing to feel you pressing back there….

Peter:

I thought this was it - I thought this would be my first time 69′ing.  But that’s not where my mind is. I want your whole attention on my cock, I want my whole attention on my cock in your mouth. I push your hips away. “Oh god. Just do it, Stephen.” Both my hands go to the back of your head and this time, with no hesitation, hold you there as I thrust my hips up, feeling myself slide deep into your throat. I’m going on instinct now. It feels good so I do it again and again. Slow enough that I know you’ll be able to take it, but deep each time, moving your head up and down my length. Then I hold you up from going all the way down again. You try but my hands keep you to where you’re focused on the head of my cock. “Mmm. I want that wicked tongue.” I’m moaning and my hips are writhing in tight circles as I’m fighting the urge to plunge deep again. “Latin and magic in that tongue of yours, Doctor Strange." 

Stephen:

Oh dear.

You’re talking.

Making coherent sentences.

That means I’m not doing my job right.   I don’t fight your hands at all, I let them guide me — I WANT you to use my head to your pleasure.  But now my hands are massaging, my fingers pressing and seeking out secret places, touching you in just the right way, so that you’ll lose the power of speech…..

Peter

Your tongue does exactly what I imagined it would, driving me mad with the way you’re moving it across the head of my cock, finding all the places that are so sensitive now. This is so much more than my fantasy could have ever imagined. You have me moaning and arching my back until I can’t fight it anymore and I pull you down farther onto me and push into the back of your throat again. 

Your hand is warm as you cup my balls and roll them in your palm, making me groan long and low. When your fingers start to rub behind them, pressing just so, I gasp sharp and high. I start to say something, but that’s cut off with a whimper as your fingertip circles my opening, teasing, at the same time as your throat is making tight swallows around my length. I know I’m not going to last long if you start with that evil finger of yours doing what I think it will. I’m babbling nonsense - your name, God’s name, curses, actual swear words (you’ll be so surprised!)  With that finger inside me now, I can’t think even enough to guide your head. I just grab onto whatever bit of your body is in my hand’s reach and clutch at you. My other hand fists the sheets. NOT the headboard, I’ll break it!  My hips raise off the bed, which gives those beautiful long fingers - two now - more access and puts me deep into your mouth again. I feel that tightness in my belly build and even though I’m trying to, there’s no holding it back or keeping quiet about it. 

Stephen:

Oh sweet lad, I NEVER want you to stay quiet about it…..

I love reducing you to nonsensical babbling….. It means I’m doing it right.  Everything is perfect…. except that hand with the death grip on the sheets.  It should have a death grip on my head.

So I force you to let go of the sheet.  Oh gods how I love the feel of your hands clutching my head.  And when you come you grab my hair so hard it hurts, and it turns me on beyond belief.  

Oh gods above and below, just let me maintain just a little self control….. oh gods please Peter be ready, because I’m so damn hard my head is swimming...

Peter:

I can’t believe I came so hard. I’ve put myself into a bit of a state of shock after. I lie there, breathing so heavily, my body still all taut with the strain, not going into its usual limp and relaxed state. I’m just kinda stuck on ‘OMG WTF happened?’

My body says it felt pretty fantastic indulging in my fantasy, but now my head is full of other thoughts. I don’t want that to show, for you to see all the doubts I’m having. You’re so turned on and I definitely have no doubts about that. I sit up a bit. I want to kiss you. I try to pull you up so that you’re next to me or on top of me or something, just touching me. I want to feel you touching me so bad. If you’ll just touch me like you usually do, it’ll be okay.

Stephen:

Gods, I love it when you push to the back of my throat…..

And now you’ve come, and my ears are ringing from your shouting and my mouth is full of your taste.  And now you want my body on top of yours….oh yes…..I’m glad. 

Because I’ll need every god in every pantheon to forgive me for this…..but I’m going to lay you wide and fuck you hard and straight away….I hope I’m wet enough….I hope you’re too spent to notice.  Oh gods I loved the way you used my head, only for a few seconds when you forgot yourself and pushed back….and now (gods forgive me) I’m going to use that sweet, tight ass like it’s never been used before.

You thought Deadpool knew how to fuck you?   You ain’t seen nothing yet, boy.

Peter:

Oh god that’s exactly what I want. You climb up my body and I wrap my legs around your waist and then that moment… oh yes. You’re too excited to take your time and when you enter me and it’s a little rough because no lube or spit just pre-come but it is just perfect. I wrap my arms around your neck and if I’m clinging a bit more needily than usual, you don’t notice. I curl my body underneath yours, holding tightly onto you with my arms and legs. Rather like a koala – the thought quick-flashes in my mind and I know I’m feeling myself again if I’m able to think of silly things like that instead of worrying. You inside me, fucking me wildly, desperate to get off, so turned on don’t think about why, wanting me that much… that feels so good.

I run my fingers over the back of your head and grab with both hands, pulling you down to kiss me, holding on as you’re fucking me. “Oh Stephen.” I whisper so quietly, in soft breaths against your neck. “Fuck me.”

Stephen:

Oh my goodness, Peter.  I didn’t even know you knew that word.

Peter:

Kindly shut up, Doctor.  It’s my fantasy.

Stephen:

This writing exercise has been lovely, Mr. Parker.  Unfortunately I have to exit at this time.  I trust we can continue this conversation when I return?  

Peter:

WHEN will you return?

Stephen:

If the time-spell works correctly, I’ll return instantaneously.  But I’ll have a few days worth of de-briefing to do, so our delightful writing exercise will have to wait. 

Peter:

Contact me THE MOMENT you return.

Stephen:

You don’t have to worry about THAT, Peter.  I promise.

Peter:

Don’t tell me when not to worry.  I’ve lost too many people not to worry.

Stephen:

I would move time and space to return to you, my little spider.  

Peter:

Promise?

Stephen:

You have my most solemn oath as the Almost Sorcerer-Supreme.  

(Especially now that I know what we’re going to do to each other when I return.)

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The End.

p.s. thanks for doing this! I am v v excite! 😊

“Baby, what are you doing?”

Stephen gives Peter a quizzical look, taking in his appearance. Peter’s wearing the blue scrubs that he brought home from work last week. It doesn’t fit him, because Peter’s fit is slimmer and smaller than Stephen. It hangs at his shoulders and gives him sweater paws, which only serves to reinforce the lost puppy look Stephen always teases him about.

“Nothing!” Peter stammers out, staring at him with wide eyes. “I was just—I figured you wanted—just, um, doing some laundry.”

Stephen stares at him for a few more moments, bemused, then grins. Sauntering forward, he gently kisses the top of Peter’s head and murmurs, “You know, if you wanted to try them on, you could’ve just asked me.”

Blushing, Peter shrugs. “‘s nothing,” he says, embarrassed. “I just wanted to see them. You always keep them folded up so neatly, and...”

Stephen laughs. “I’ll bring you a pair from work next time. Ones that actually fit you.” Grinning, he bumps his hip against Peter’s. “We can both be doctors then.”

Peter gives him a shy smile. “Deal.”

The first time Peter met the Doctor, he was absolutley smitten, all shy smiles and rudy cheeks as he tried to complete the task Mr. Stark had sent him on. Something about being too busy working on his suit. Not that he was complaining. Now anyway.

Stephen regarded the teenager with a curious gaze, eyebrow cocked as he watched the boy stumble over some of his words, smirking when those doe brown eyes would catch his and Peter would flush all anew. It was absurdly adorable.

"Ah, M-mr. Stark sent me to give you this-" Peter reached into his hoodie pouch, withdrawing a a good handsized box with STARK printed right on top. Flashy as always.

"Something about needing to get ahold of you in case of emergencies. Because he said that you don't have anything up to date and that it is much easier and faster if he just gave you one of the team phones, ya know, just in case we- he needs you. For, um, missions and such." Peter had to bite his tongue to quite himself from his rambling, not wanting to annoy the older man, his flush only growning hotter and creeping up his ears when he just saw a smirk and bright eyes in return.

Stephen reached for the box, chucking quietly to himself at how flustered the boy had gotten. Indeed, even if he did not wish to be a full member of these Avengers, he also knew that he would be needed in the future and this, device would most definitly help aid them.

"I thank you for bringing this to me, Mr. Parker." His deep voice timbered out, nearly purring in satisfaction at the boys' quick inhale of breath.

"Peter. Call me Peter." He mumbled breathless before he cleared his throat, "But ah, you're welcome, D-Doctor."

And that really shouldn't sound as fucking sinful as is does when he says it, Stephen had to clench his jaw from making a sound, the cloak on his shoulders giving a faint rustle, seemingly sensing the reaction.

"Well, Peter." The Doctor purred this time, quite proud of himself as he watched the boy inhale once more, dark pupils dialating as he regarding the taller and older man before him.

"Again, I offer my gratitude for you making your way here just to bring me this device." Without waiting for the younger boy to even stutter a reply, Stephen reached for his hand and just had to take a second to admire just how soft yet strong those fingers felt in his palm.

"I do hope we can see more of eachother, my dear. I need more light in my Sanctum." Grinning, he kissed the still knuckles of Peter's hand, eyes never leaving the others.

Peter could only watch, eyes wide in honest to god surprise with a frog lodged in his throat, unable to respond as those heavenly lips pressed a kiss to his knuckles and fuck- if he would just put his mouth in other places- He forced himself to swallow, trying to clear his throat just so he could say something instead of standing like an idiot.

"Y-yes.." Peter pratically whimpered, feeling the heat from his entire face creeping down his chest and shoulders. He was going to melt to the fucking floor if he didn't leave and he really really didn't want to embarass himself infront of this man.

"I-I ah, Mr.Stark n-needs me back at the lab. I uhm, I can come back tomorrow-" Whoa, slow down there buckaroo. "Or next week!" Peter tried to fix, growing increasingly more embarassed and frustrated with himself. " I wouldn't want to bother you and y-your sanctum- I'm sure you're incredibly busy with stuff-"

"Peter." Stephen spoke up, his voice low and strong as it cause the boy to snap his mouth shut with quiet click of his teeth, brown eyes wide and near close to tears. But he only smiled in kind, giving another sweet kiss to his knuckles as a corner of his cloak reached out and around to pap the boy's cheek and wrap around his back in a loose embrase as he himself took a step closer, drawing Peter's attention up due to their difference in height.

"I would be honoured if you joined me for lunch tomorrow. I know of a beautiful little cafe not too far from here." And he honest to God, as a grown ass man, never felt more nervous in his life just by asking this gorgous young man out to lunch, it was hardly a date. But then Peter gave him the brightest smile and as a Doctor, he swore he felt his heart falter at the sight.

"Yes, please."