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strangers often mistake Peter for Tony's son but Tony doesn't correct them. he never does.
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i have fleshed out the lore a little more:
Tony's (late) older sister was Peter's mom.
Tony has a daughter, Morgan, who's mother has also passed.
Peter is well loved by the people, but doesn't have the heart for the harsher decisions a king would have to make. Whereas Tony is a skilled leader, and can make tough decisions, but doesn't have the patience or the love of the people Peter does.
Tony talks with Peter about it. Says if he rules, instead of Peter, it would be announcing to the kingdom he doesn't belive in a woman's place as heir. So when morgan's time comes…. it wouldn't go well. So Peter could rule! But he'd have to make cruel decisions, to try and paint himself as a strong king, not a soft-hearted boy.
or… they could marry? 👀 if they are kings together no one needs to prove themselves, no one needs to question morgan's place as a future queen? and sure, theyd have to… live as a married couple 👀 share a bedroom 👀 kiss in front of everyone 👀 but thats a sacrifice tony is willing to make, peter!!
PAPER WROTE A FIC BASED ON THIS CONCEPT😍 https://archiveofourown.org/works/88505436
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Anonymous asked:
Once again with this whole predatory Tony thing, Peter waking up to Tony eating him out?
He’s having such a good dream, about this one actor he saw in a movie. And then he just feels so good
He has no idea his dad snuck into his room after hearing his whines and slipped underneath the covers. Pressed his nose against the underwear that was wet, licked Peter’s pussy through his underwear
Then just pulled them off, diving in to the first into his son’s pretty little pussy
YESS oh how i love somno. this is long again sorryyy
it's explicit.
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Where Did Everybody Go?
Iron Man zoomed across the New York City skyline, using the noisy rocket thrusters – a real attention getter. Peter trailed just behind him, attached by the webbing Tony held in one gauntlet. He had Tony hold the webbing, rather than stick it to the breastplate of the armor (Tony hated cleaning webbing off afterward.)
Tony let the webbing go at the right moment and Peter, with a triple-somersault, landed on the roof of Vanderbilt One. Tony was supposed to land right beside him, but decided to add a little corkscrew action, spinning off to the left like a firework, then coming in for a landing. They stood, shoulder to shoulder, and looked down at their audience.
There was none.
There were people down there, of course. It was New York City. The streets were full of people. It’s just that none of them were looking up. At least, very few were, Peter looked through the crowd and found a few people, standing still and pointing up. Maybe at them. Maybe not.
“Let’s… lets head over to Stark Tower, we’ll probably find some looky-loos there…” Tony began, mentioning some restaurants with patios that used to have patrons who came to look for his arrivals and departures to the tower, but Peter just shrugged his shoulders.
“Let’s just call it a night and go home.” He climbed aboard Tony’s back and rode him like a surfboard back to the tower. Man, once upon a time a move like that would have made the crowds below go crazy. Now Peter didn’t even look down. All the way back, he only asked Tony one question.
“Where did everybody go?”
* * *
“But we’re still gonna fuck, right?” Peter asked. It made Tony laugh, which was good. They had both been sullen and silent on the way back to Tony’s place. It was good to lighten the mood.
“Do you kiss me with that mouth?” Tony replied, walking into Peter’s personal space, then taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom. “Of course we’re going to fuck, it’s nighttime. Nighttime is for the self-indulgent.”
Tony’s suit nano-teched itself back into his clothing, which he hung over the rack by the bedroom door. Peter stepped out of his suit and lay it on the counter Tony had placed in the corner for the occasion. Tony walked ahead of him and stopping midway between the bed and the door to the bathroom. He was still wearing the worn AC/DC shirt and sweats he had on before he suited up. Now he faced Peter, kicking off his shoes.
“Shower first, or just afterward?”
Peter grinned and walked up to him. Taking him by the hand, he walked backward, leading them to the bed. “This first…”
“…but you have to ask me.”
“Oh… now I have to ask first, do I?” Tony teased, all grins. Peter grinned too, knowing Tony knew exactly what he wanted. Tony backed Peter up until he hit the bed. Only then, after kissing him thoroughly, did he lean over to whisper against Peter’s ear.
“Will you make love with me, Little Petie?”
* * *
Sometimes it wasn’t even the words, Peter thought. It was the way Tony spoke to him when they played this game, his tone so low and gentle, his body language expressing gentility and care. “Will you let me touch you? Will you let me make you feel good, angel?” He bent down a little to kiss Peter’s ear, cupped his other hand around Peter’s cheek. Placed his hand gingerly at the small of Peter’s back, but holding him loosely, as if he were still free to move away. “Will you let me touch you inside?”
“God it makes me so hard when you talk to me Tony…”
Peter broke away and pulled away from Tony’s embrace, climbing backward onto the bed and pulling Tony with him. He lay on his back and Tony climbed on top of him willingly, but continued the questions, just as requested. Slipping a tender hand under Peter’s shirt and asking permission before removing it – asking before touching his stomach, then his hips, then his ass. Crooning and gentling and praising all the while. Finally turning Peter to lay on his stomach because, as he whispered gently, “Daddy wants to kiss you down there.”
“Oh fuck Tony you’re making me so goddamn horny,” Peter moaned, long before Tony’s mouth even got to its target.
“Oh… my baby’s got quite a mouth on him,” Tony chuckled. Then yelped as Peter suddenly slipped out from under him, flipped him on to his back and mounted him.
“Your baby does have quite a mouth on him… and he wants to use it on you.”
“Oh, Daddy’s cock is too big for your sweet little mouth….” Tony said breathlessly, but gave up speaking when Peter swallowed him down and started sucking with a vengeance.
* * *
“Stop stop stop…” Tony pushed Peter away breathlessly. He would have gladly let Peter finish his ministrations, but tonight he had something else in mind. “If you make Daddy come,” he said when he had caught his breath. “…then I won’t be able to make sweet love to my angel.” He was sitting up, keeping his hands around Peter’s face, moving to back to Peter’s ear to whisper. To take back control. “Daddy wants to take good care of you, baby…” he crooned until Peter pushed him back down onto his back.
“I love it when you talk to me, Tony,” he moaned, boldly straddling his lover. Then, feeling even bolder, he began brazenly stroking his own cock. He didn’t know where his new courage came from, but the look on Tony’s face was completely worth it.
“And it turns me on… I mean it makes me dizzy it makes me so turned on…” he continued, crawling up Tony’s body until he was cupping the back of Tony’s head and raising up. “And I really, really love it when you say I’m your good boy…” He was feeding his cock to Tony now who, despite the awkward position, gladly took it down.
“But tonight, I’m really just need you to fuck me.”
* * *
They barely talked after it was over, only to smile a bit, give a few breathless compliments and trade Iloveyous. They held hands all the way to the shower, staying close as they cleaned up. Only when pajamas were donned and lights were out did they really talk about it.
“That was hot,” Tony admitted.
“That was way hot,” Peter confirmed.
“So are we… are we okay?” Tony asked, concerned. “I don’t mean us… you and me,” he said, gesturing with one hand between him and Peter. “I mean…” He waved his hand toward the window.”
“I mean out there… we clearly aren’t as popular as we used to be…”
“Yeah, it’s weird. I mean it’s going to take some getting used to… I mean it’s like relearning muscle memory, right? In the old days, you do a quadruple somersault, the crowd cheers! Now you can do a quadruple somersault with fireworks and…”
“…and silence.” Tony finished. “That’s a lot to get used to.”
“Yeah, but…” Peter thought for a long time before speaking. “But you can still be proud of your quadruple-somersault-firework show. Even if you get two or three people looking at you and pointing. Even without a great crowd cheering – you know you did it right.”
“So you’re not thinking of… moving on…?”
Peter almost glared at him. “I beg your pardon?”
“I don’t mean in bed,” Tony assured him, then lay his head back on the bed, resigned.
“Or maybe I do. I told you you always could, if that’s what you need to do. But I mean out there, Peter. I’m all but retired. You’re still a young man, you’re still in the picture. If it was you and some other person, someone who’s still popular…”
“No.”
“I’m just saying…”
“And I’m just saying no. I can’t turn off my heart Tony – cheers or no cheers. Audience or no audience. I am who I am, Tony. And if you and I do tricks on the streets of New York and we get crickets then that’s what we get. Crickets. That still doesn’t change the way I feel about you.”
Tony reached out to gather his young lover in his arms and pull him close. “So, no regrets?” he whispered as he snuggled in to sleep. “After all, we did invest a lot a time…” He chuckled when he thought about the performance they used to put on for the spectators that used to crowd in the street for just a peek at them. “God, we invested time into an act that nobody cares about anymore. Those are hours and hours of our lives that we’ll never get back…”
“Don’t want them back, they were hours well spent,” Peter murmured into his lover’s chest. “I’m proud of those hours. Besides, they were my hours to spend, and I spent them well. I don’t regret a thing.
“Besides, does it matter? ” Peter asked after a bit of silence. “If anyone is watching? We get our happy ever after either way. Maybe our audience has left, maybe they’re all out there watching someone else get their happily ever after. What does that matter? We still get each other. And we’ll get used to the crickets.”
“No regrets?” Tony whispered.
“No regrets at all,” Peter breathed, and let himself fall asleep. In the arms of his perfect man, in their perfect penthouse, in their perfect life. Maybe it would be a quieter life from now on, but it was still a good life.
No regrets at all.
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What if we were Starker pottery together?♥️
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This Love Came Back to Me
Peter looks like he wants to say something else, but then a slow song comes on, and he perks up. “Come on,” he grins, abandoning his cup on a nearby table. “Dance with me.” “Oh, now you want to dance,” Tony grumbles, but he’s not that upset about it. He lets Peter drag him out into the middle of the floor, wrapping his arms around his neck as Peter puts his hands on his waist. “I requested this song,” Peter admits, pressing his forehead against Tony’s. “It made me think of you… of us.” “Really?” Tony asks softly, and he nods. Then he gets a tiny grin. “Isn’t this Taylor Swift?” “Hush, you,” he grumbles, making Tony laugh. “You have your vices, and I have mine!” “I love it,” Tony assures him. “Why did you–” “Just listen.”
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Anonymous asked:
Obligatory ask for sweet sweet starker grandson grandfathercest
You know who I am.
Like I imagine it's like school break for Peter, meaning no school for months. His parents suggested he go to his grandpa all by himself to reconnect with him, because he was really busy with his company, so Peter got a private flight to his grandpa Tony's mansion in Malibu. Also, Peter has not seen Grandpa Tony since he was like 10 years old or younger, so he has pretty much forgotten what he looked like. But he does remember a little bit what he sounds like. When he arrived at the mansion, he thanked Happy because he was nice and grouchy in a funny way.
And when the door to the mansion opened... Peter was not expecting his grandpa Tony to look like a literal Silver-Fox-Gilf, and the crazy part? He's like in his 70s. And when Tony gives Peter a big warm hug, Peter can't help but think, “HOLY SHIT, MY GRANDPA IS FUCKING HOT AF,” and just full on stutters so much and has a red face, making Tony chuckle at how adorable his grandson is.
Peter just knows he's gonna go through hell trying not to fall for temptation.
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When Peter calls, Tony isn’t sure what embarrasses him more: how quickly he answers the phone or the fact that all the kid wants from him is a ride home. He has plenty of time to contemplate the question while driving to the address of the bar in Manhattan that Peter texts him (and don’t get him started on thinking about how the kid is legal to be in bars now, how far he’s come from the overeager pubescent puppy dog that Tony had met all those years ago. Tony knows. He knows exactly how old the kid is now, how mature, how well he grew into his clothes and his duties as a superhero).
“Is that all I am to him?” Tony wonders out loud while stopped in traffic. The windows are tinted enough that he doesn’t feel any anxiety talking to himself, doesn’t glance around him to see if anyone is peering over at him. Then again, he’s ever talking to just himself these days.
FRIDAY asks: “All you are to who, boss?”
“To Peter. Am I just a ride? A responsible adult to play designated driver? Jesus, twenty years ago none of those words were even part of my vocabulary. How the hell did I end up here, pining after a kid who sees me as a father figure?”
“There’s nothing wrong with that, boss. According to Karen, Peter likes father figures,” says FRIDAY as traffic begins to move. “The majority of the pornography he searches for contains the word ‘daddy’ in the title or summary—”
Tony’s foot jerks where it hovers over the gas, sending the car jerking forward. He narrowly manages to brake before rear-ending a 24/7 plumbing service vehicle. His heart pounds, mouth dry as he asks, “FRIDAY, make a note to never, ever say those words to me again. Nor to anyone else; what the hell are you and Karen up to, together, swapping stories about Peter’s—habits.”
There is a pause.
“I’m sorry, boss,” she says at length. “I’m not allowed to answer thanks to privacy protocols Karen has in place.”
“Oh, now you know the meaning of privacy,” Tony mutters.
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Anonymous asked:
Peter is the owner of a lovely little Coffee Shop and famous billionaire/ironman tony stark is his regular costumer.
Oooh man I went lowkey wild with this one I love coffeeshop AUs. Hope you enjoy c:
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The very first time he comes in everybody recognizes him immediately. It’s busy with people coming and going trying to get their caffeine fix before work, and although most of the people’s eyes are on their phones, he doesn’t go unnoticed, and whispers start up before he can even make it to the counter.
Peter is helping out front to get through the initial morning rush hour, working the till with a beaming smile, but because he’s busy punching in orders he doesn’t see him until he’s right in front of him.
Their eyes meet, and it’s as if the both of them are taken aback for a second, before Peter can flash him a warm smile and asks him what he can do for him.
He doesn’t stick around for very long, and Peter figures he’s in a hurry to get out, even if it’s possible he didn’t necessarily have anywhere to be. Peter wouldn’t want to stay in a crowded coffee shop where everyone is staring at you and whispering behind their hands and probably taking sneaky pictures over their toffee nut lattes.
The morning staff doesn’t stop talking about it until they leave their aprons in the backroom for the afternoon workers. And even then the gossip passes on to those starting their shift late.
And, in all honesty, Peter feels a little proud.
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Reverence – Religious AU
- Peter is High Priest of the Temple of Iron, devout follower of the Stark god, a fair and just ruler of their land, blessing his mortal creations with plenty of food and resources to thrive. Peter is the keeper of their faith, the highest most holy human mortal to represent the infinite knowledge and love of their divine creator.
- Decorated in the best garments, spun from the highest quality silks and gold threads, Peter spends hours and hours praying and speaking to his god, his Beloved, his Love every night; worshipping the great golden statue of his lord’s chiseled face.
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Project Matchmaker
Prompt Fill: A few years post-Endgame, Pepper and Tony are amicably divorced and co-parenting Morgan. Morgan notices how much happier her dad is whenever Peter’s around. She decides to play matchmaker and recruits some help (can be anyone/any combination: other Avengers, Happy, May, MJ, Ned, FRIDAY, Karen, etc.).
In response to a prompt by Anonymous in the agegapflashficpromptmeme collection.
Premise: Peter and Tony have been hanging out more that Peter’s done with college and helping out with Stark Industries Tech. Tony finds himself gravitating towards his young ward but feels weird about his feelings. Peter, as always has been pining after the man for years now. All the avengers knows whats up, Morgan knows whats up. And it’s her sole mission in her young life, to get her dad and Peter to admit that they want to kiss (gross right? but at least it’d make them happy)
Short comic! Aunt Natasha and Agent Morgan Stark AKA Alpha One AKA best Agent Ever on the job!
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Peter has a very lively discussion in his biology lessons, that technically incest is only problematic because of possible child who would get genes from closely related people.
A relationship between brothers and sisters, sisters and sisters or brothers and brothers would be of no consequences if it doesn’t result in a child and is especially unproblematic if the related parties didn’t even know each other until they started a relationship
Of course he gets mocked by his classmates and continues to hear sentences like „lucky penis parker doesn’t have any siblings!“ or „hey parker! Fucked any siblings recently?“
Peter is just glad nobody knows that he recently learned his father isn’t actually his bio dad and that there’s a very good reason why he’s so adamant about his stance after meeting his actual bio dad
