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Expense by theproblematique
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies)
28 Jan 2022
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Peter blinks for several silent, panting seconds, then finally closes his mouth. He seems upset.
“You don’t want to have sex with me?”
“I don’t pay for sex. And no offense, but you’re like twelve.”
“I’m eighteen.”
“Whatever.”
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“Where’d your friend go?”
“You want him?”
Tony’s gut clenches with disgust, and so does his jaw.
Jed smirks; the lines around his mouth cast into particular relief by the lighting from the bar counter. He’s not bad looking, Tony has to admit that to himself—still has a full head of elegant rusty-blond hair, sharp blue eyes, and he keeps himself in shape. That’s no excuse for him to be a fucking creep, of course, but if he wanted to he could probably attract an age-appropriate version of the escort he brought with him tonight without having to pay.Peter sinks to his knees.
“Wh—“
“What do you want first?” Peter asks, breathy and eager, and he leans forward—
“Whoa whoa hey, stop that.”
Tony stumbles backwards, sideways, away, shuffling towards the paper towel dispenser and almost colliding with it. A sickening lick of desire is quickly stifled by the caliber of his revulsion, because fucking hell. Fuck. No. That is not what he meant, and his heart breaks that that's what Peter assumed.
Peter had started to tip forward but his reflexes are lightning-fast and prevent him from falling flat on his face. Instead, he looks up at Tony with even more confusion. Still on his knees. Still with his jaw hanging open. Still breathing rather heavily.
Tony looks at the floor in order not to notice anything else.
“To be clear, this would be a—uh, platonic arrangement. No actual sexual favors needed in exchange for the expense.”
“...Platonic.”
“Yes.”
It feels like a selfish act, because it’s so good. He hears Mr Stark inhale sharply through his nose and then big warm palms are cradling his face, a thumb is teasing his jaw open and Peter’s balance is off; he puts a hand on Mr Stark’s shoulder to steady himself and clutches. Then Mr Stark’s tongue does something that makes him sway and his right knee buckles. The knee lands on Mr Stark’s left thigh, and instead of grunting at the weight one of Mr Stark’s hands moves to the back of Peter’s other knee and tugs, causing him to end up on Mr Stark’s lap, shins to thighs and God it’s perfect.
Their mouths never break away and at some point Peter realizes that he’s softly moaning through it, his skin flushed, a hot throb of want clenching his lower abdomen. He fists the fabric of Mr Stark’s shirt at the shoulders and holds on, kissing and being kissed and never wanting it to stop. If they never break away it still counts as just one kiss, right? If they never stop, it just—
Mr Stark pushes him back.
Peter whimpers, reactionary, once.
“Okay,” Mr Stark rasps, hand still on Peter’s chest from where he pushed. “Okay, that was—that’s it. That was it.”“If you want to come it has to be like this, and you have to let me give you a million dollars.”
Peter freezes.
“You choose.”
He rears back to gape at him, and sees a disarming amount of both lust and sincerity in Mr Stark’s dark, dark eyes.
“You’re serious,” he breathes.
“Yes,” Mr Stark replies.
Well, he did ask for how much.
He’s not thinking. Not really, other than to think about the fact that he’s not thinking. He simply has to get to Peter, that’s all. That’s the only thing that matters.
“Peter is working,” Pepper snaps.
Tony stops.
Jed is showing off some clunky toy that attaches to your forearm and projects a holo into the air—very mid 2010s Star Trek-inspired stuff, unaffordable for most people and with little functionality. Peter is in a midnight blue suit with a red tie, and he's ‘ooh’-ing and ‘aah’-ing along with everyone else, even though he could design something smarter and cheaper in his sleep. Of course he’s acting—working. It’s what Jed is paying him to do tonight; to fawn over him, stand near him and look pretty while he does it (and God help Tony, Peter looks fucking amazing).
He's working.
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Peter testing Tony's values by groping him on the subway
Originally posted in 2020/2021 under a different title and username.
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01 Jan 2025
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Tony feels horrible, sexualizing the poor boy but dear god, some days it feels like his dick is getting sucked in between those plush little cheeks, like he's losing brain cells trying to refrain from doing anything gross. Sometimes he notices the boy rock back on his heels to brush against Tony when the subway didn't even jostle them, bringing Tony to the perverse, possibly neurotic conclusion that he may be doing it on purpose. But most days Tony's sure he's making it up, sure that the young man is barely even touching him and Tony is fabricating a sexual encounter from thin air.
Peter sounds fucking debauched, voice cracking as he cries out and tries and fails to grip the wall where the grout meets the tile. His hands immediately scramble for something to grip onto and Tony realizes he needs something, some kind of comfort he's not getting in this position. "Hey, shh, c'mere, I'm gonna pull out for a second." Peter sobs but nods.Tony pulls out slowly before flipping Peter around and hiking him up against the wall, pins him there chest-to-chest while he carefully feeds his cock back into Peter, holding him by the asscheeks while the wall supports his lover's back. Peter seems exceptionally grateful to wrap his arms around Tony's neck and squishes their mouths together in a sweet kiss. Their first kiss, Tony realizes. He gets a careful rhythm going, uses his core to fuck up into Peter nice and slow, the drag is crippling but he somehow manages to keep his legs from buckling while he takes it slow. He presses Peter's entire back to the wall so he doesn't have to hold him up anymore, arms and legs trembling with exertion and sudden lack of adrenaline. He lets Peter lay on his shoulder while his cock softens and slips out, catching his breath and some feelings that definitely feel a bit much for a quick bathroom fuck in a subway station."I don't really know the etiquette for this." Peter mumbles softly.
Tony turns back to look at him and sees the boy is shyly fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "Hey, there's no etiquette. You can either say 'hey, that was nice, bye' or 'hey, that was nice, here's my number let's do it again'. Hell, even 'that was mediocre I probably should've lost my virginity to someone my own age instead of an old stranger off the train'. There's no rules, whatever you want."
"I definitely wanna do it again." Peter says with a breathy laugh. "I hope it was alright for you. "
"More than alright, c'mere, lemme put my number in your phone, you can contact me on your own time, hm?" After putting his number into Peter's phone under his God-given name, he looks directly at Peter. "Seriously though, you need to be careful who you let grope you on the subway, there are a lot of bad men out there and not all of us would be as gentle with you as I was, mkay?"
Peter blushes profusely and shakes his head before unlocking and opening the bathroom door. "You're not a bad man, sir."
And then he's gone.
Because if Peter really is that naturally submissive, not only could it be dangerous for Peter to let a stranger grope him on a subway, but just like Peter told him about his experience with whoever came after Tony, he’s clearly already placed himself in other sexual situations that he didn’t know how to get out of. At this point in the thought process, Tony is feeling conflicted from all angles.
First, how ready is Peter to say no? How comfortable is Peter with safewording out? Of course Tony had walked him through the in’s and out’s, safewording is necessary and never shameful, but if Peter let some frat guy tear him up and never said ‘hey, wait a minute that doesn’t feel good’, then can Tony trust that Peter will tell him when things get to be too much?
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Spring Break by papermacherainbow
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)
10 Aug 2024
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Tony hums. “You’ve been doing good work. Thanks for coming out,”
He shrugs. “It’s my job,”
“Still, not the most fun way to spend spring break,” he chuckles.
Peter doesn’t know how to tell him that he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else other than here with him.
When Peter gets asked to help the Avengers with a natural disaster clean-up during his first spring break at MIT, he agrees eagerly, just wanting to be with Tony. But when he and his mentor (and the love of his life) take a break to cool off in a natural pool they stumbled upon, things might just go a little sideways. Turns out this spring break might just be one to remember.
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- Part 3 of PMR's Tony Stark TOT
- Part 12 of Paper's PParkerBingo
- Part 4 of Paper's Starker Festivals Events
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13 Aug 2024
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Tony seems to be having no such qualms. He strips off his t-shirt without preamble and then his track pants, leaving Peter struggling not to stare at the man’s body left only in black briefs. His mouth waters at all that tanned skin and defined muscle, fingers twitching in want. He forces himself to look away, stripping off his own top and shorts, leaving him in the tiny pair of silky soft briefs he tends to wear. Swinging around New York could create some weird chafing, and these prevented the worst of it.He smiles at him, but it looks pained. “You passed out. We’re in a hotel,”
“A hotel? Why-“ he winces as a wave of heat floods his body, making him groan and then panic. “What’s happening?”
“Okay- shh, you’re okay,” he soothes. Then he laughs weakly. “Um, so turns out we shouldn’t jump in sparkly ponds,”
“Oh no,” Peter groans, flopping back against the pillows. “Just give it to me straight,”
Tony grimaces, looking… flustered? “So apparently, that pond was used in some sort of ancient bathing ritual? Before um… well before arranged marriages… to help- um- consummate, the union,”
Peter stares at him. “What?”
“It makes you horny, Pete,” he huffs bluntly, even though his face is bright red.
“Then why aren’t you-“
“It only affects virgins,”“It can’t just be anyone,” Tony finally blurts out. “It was- um- the ritual. The couples would get in the water and-“
Oh no.
Marriage ritual.
They both got in the water.
Fuck.
“I’m so sorry, Pete,” Tony whispers. “I- I mean, we can try to figure something else out, but-“
“There’s- there’s no way we have time,” he says hoarsely. “I feel- not good, let’s just say that,”
“It- it supposedly gets better once um-“ Tony exhales shakily. “-once there’s skin-to-skin contact,”
Peter sighs heavily, squeezing his eyes shut and pinching the bridge of his nose. “What- what happens after? I mean, is it… binding?”
Tony swallows hard. “It might be,”Peter pulls his head back to look at his face and it’s like time stops. Tony is looking at him so intently. For a moment it almost feels like he wants this, just like Peter does. He can’t look away; can only look back and hope his own eyes aren’t revealing too much. Fingers play with the curls at the back of his neck absentmindedly and if it weren’t for the fact that they’re on a time limit, he could stay in this moment forever.
“I’m gonna kiss you now, Pete,” Tony murmurs softly.“Tony,” he whimpers. “Tony, please, I need you fuck, oh god,”
“I know, I know,” he says, kissing his cheeks and forehead. “But let me make it good, Pete, please? We’re doing it. You’re gonna be okay. Just let me make it good,”
It takes a second to realize that he’s having his own moment of awe about Peter, and the thought makes him dizzy. The palm moves lower, over the soft skin of his public bone and then down to his cock. He knows he’s on the smaller side, but he looks absolutely minuscule in Tony’s palm, and he’s not even mad about it. He whimpers as Tony softly strokes him, eyes rolling back in his head. “Ready?” Tony asks softly, looking down at him in concern.“No,” he laughs honestly. “But yeah,”
“Just my finger first,” he says. “It’s gonna feel good, I promise,”
“I trust you,” he whispers. Tony smiles at him, and then there’s pressure against his rim. He squeaks in surprise even though he knew it was coming, his head tilting back against the pillows as he struggles to comprehend the foreign sensation. “Oh god,”
“Breathe, baby,” he coaches. “You gotta relax for me,”A second finger slides in alongside the first, and Peter swears he can already feel it in his throat. He had always wondered how those thick fingers would feel on and in his body, and even his wildest fantasies could never compare. His mind is growing foggier as he gives into the inferno of his arousal, inhibitions lowering. The craving starts to grow unmanageable again as if whatever magic is flowing through him can tell they’re getting close to the main event and is impatient for them to get on with it.Tony’s eyes darken, and he slides a hand into Peter’s hair, yanking sharply, but it only makes him moan. “Is that how you want to play, Pete? Trying to be sweet with you, and you’re gonna be a brat?”
“I need it!” he whines. “I’m ready!”
“Is that so?” he growls. “You need Daddy to fuck you instead of making it nice for your first time? You want me to ruin your little virgin hole before it even gets a chance to please anyone else?”
Peter’s mouth falls open, staring at Tony in shock at the dirty talk. He looks equally surprised like he had lost some sort of filter or restraint he had been clinging to.
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I Bloom (Just For You) by donutemoji for papermacherainbow
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe
12 Aug 2024
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While on Asgard for official business with the Avengers, Peter goes exploring and finds an interesting plant. He touches it, getting some of the pollen on himself. By the time he makes it back to the Grand Hall, Peter is feeling funny. Turns out it was a magical flower full of sex pollen.
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- Part 10 of Peter Parker Bingo
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Peter hurried to keep up, still a little dizzy from the Bifrost. As they walked, Peter realized they were on a long bridge made of glass? Holy cheese and crackers.
There wasn’t much of an odor to them, but as he got closer, a puff of pollen released from the stamen in the center of the flower. Peter sneezed several times in a row, and then rubbed at his nose to try and alleviate some of the itchiness. Immediately, his Spidey Sense started to twinge. Oh no."Tony," Thor’s voice was low, muffled. "I understand that is a point of concern on Earth, but here, he is of age. He has seen battle, therefor he is a man.""You heard what the healer said, Tony, if we do nothing, Peter will die," Steve whispered, probably more aware of Peter’s super hearing than the others.
He heard Tony sigh and then curse. "Are you sure we can’t find some kid his own age-" Someone must have given Mister Stark a look because he sighed again. "Fine! He asked for it to be me, so it will be me.""So, what have you done? Sex wise, I mean."
"Uh," Peter swallowed. "I’ve kissed a few people."
Mister Stark sighed. "Okay, we can…we can work with that."
It made Peter feel so young, and he buried his head in his knees. Why was this happening to him? Why couldn’t anything normal happen when Peter went off world? Ugh!
"Hey, Pete, it’s okay," Mister Stark scooted closer, dropping a hand onto his shoulder in an attempt at comfort. "Is this ideal? No, not really, but it’s the situation at hand, and that means dealing with it. I know this has to be hard for you, but I’m honored that you chose me."They got back onto the bed, Tony arranging Peter on his back, making sure he was comfortable and had enough pillows. The fussing kept going, and Peter blinked up at Tony when he realized that the man was nervous.
"Mister St- uh, Tony?"
"Hmm?" Another pillow was adjusted.
"I’m good, nice and comfy," Peter assured him.
"Right." A beat. "Okay, let’s do this."Tony uncapped the vial and a sweet aroma tickled Peter’s nose, maybe it’s oil and not lube? He’s pretty sure he read that the ancient Greeks used oil. Peter was so distracted by his own thoughts that he didn’t realize Tony had coated his fingers until he gently touched Peter’s inner thigh with his clean hand. Coming back into focus, Peter watched as Tony slowly brought his oil covered fingers down down down, past his balls and oh.
He’s never touched himself there, not like this. Washing in the shower is so vastly different from the way Tony was gently rubbing the oil around his rim, applying the barest hint of pressure with each circular motion. Peter was nearly breathless with how good it felt, and they hadn’t even done anything yet. He feared he may embarrass himself with how quick he comes.
"It’s okay," Tony murmured. "Don’t hold back, Pete, let yourself feel good, let yourself come if you need to."
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And So We Spiral by DaScribbla
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Captain America: CIvil War (2016)
24 Aug 2017
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Tony Stark knows he should be acting as a mentor, as the responsible adult, the referee. But if he can barely handle his own problems, how can he also juggle Peter Parker's, all the while pretending that he doesn't notice the way the kid looks at him?
He never was much good at following the rules.
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He typed a message of his own -- the stark train is leaving the station and you aint on it -- and let his finger hover over the glowing SEND button, but movement up by the building’s entrance made him hold off on following through. The kid saw him and raised a hand in greeting before slinking to the car, looking a touch self-conscious.