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Here’s some more...

Tony sits up quickly and looks around the bedroom, sighing and falling back down.

He pulls the cover over his head and groans, turning onto his side. Honestly, at this point he’ll give anything to not have to face the day.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he tries to will sleep back in. The dream had been so real - Peter’s voice, his hands, his body… Tony could still taste him, still feel Peter around him.

He cracks open an eye when his ears pick up the steady sound of water running, the spray of the shower from the bathroom, the soft humming.

And then he throws off the covers and runs to the bathroom, stopping at the open door and peering in to see Peter standing there under the water, washing shampoo from his hair.

/Fuck/.

He smiles slowly, watching Peter for nearly a solid minute, and then he strips down and joins him.

“Oh, hey,” Peter turns and kisses him.

“Mm,” Tony mutters, still not awake enough for words, hooking his chin over Peter’s shoulder and running his fingers down those rock hard abs.

“T-Tony, oh!” Peter’s mouth drops open as Tony carefully draws his hand over his dick, rubbing the head with his palm.

He turns and nips at Peter’s ear, tracing the shell of it with his teeth.

“You miss me like I missed you?”

“Mmm,” Tony hums and pins him against the shower wall, fisting him quickly until he cums over the black tiles.

Peter turns in his arms and runs soapy fingers down his chest, around and down his back, sliding between his cheeks, “I missed you too, I missed you so much, daddy.”

“Peter-”

Peter kisses him, pressing an index finger in and Tony arches into it, “Tell me how much you missed me.”

“So much, Peter-”

“You want me?”

“I always want you.”

Peter smiles up at him and slides their bodies together, flipping their positions, “Always?”

“Mhm.”

Tony catches his breath when Peter presses in a second finger, his own palms flat on the wall as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and moans loudly.

“You’re so tense, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so tense, baby - all of these knots in your shoulders, I don’t like it,” Peter says and kisses along his upper back, then tilts his head up to speak low in his ear, “We should make up for lost time.”

“We should,” Tony agrees eagerly, mouth dropping open and rising up on his heels as Peter kneels behind him and replaces his fingers with his tongue, “Kid, fuck-”

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Do your know what we need in this moment?? starker!make up fic !

WE ARE YOU TALENTED PPL ?????!!!!!!

Awh, thank you. I love it as well, I’ve written so much for it. Here’s another little snippy I haven’t shared to anyone (this one is from Earth 4, expanded, this is WAAAAY down the line):

Tony sets down the manilla envelope and slides it across the desk before standing from his seat.

He walks around, leaning back against the edge and crossing his arms over his chest, “Warm off the print this morning. It’s official.”

Peter stares up at him, brows lifting like he’s waiting for something else.

“Ah,” Tony loosens his arms once more, taking off the band on his ring finger and setting it down on the rosewood surface, “All for you, baby.”

“No.”

“What?”

Peter stands up from the desk, his fingers tightening around Tony’s tie, “No, you don’t call me that.”

Tony’s eyes widen, “What… do you /want/ me to call you?”

“Daddy.”

Tony lets out a weak moan and leans down to brush their noses together, “All for you, daddy.”

From that convo about Dom!Peter being younger than Tony…

I wasn’t kidding @ironspiidey, it’s over here. But if anyone wants a quick fix (out of context) on the scene in question, here’s a bit:

“You would never,” Peter assures him, “/You/ would never. Let me treat you, show you what you’ve been missing. And, if you don’t want to risk it in the end, it’s our secret and it stays that way.”

Tony’s eyes have an unfamiliar ache in them, slowly breaking in front of Peter, redness, tears. He can’t say anything, he just nods.

“Oh, baby,” Peter leans up, hands moving over Tony’s stomach and chest as he crowds in close enough to kiss Tony. Their lips meet and it’s so much like the last time. Something Tony never loses is his /fire/, that same fire for doing the right thing is always twisted into each and every kiss they’ve shared. Even the small ones.

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The worse the explanation, the better.

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That’s it . Give me your address , Right now! I’m coming with my wedding dress . Get ready darling

I got more on the way, too. ;)

Me tries to aim for 500 words for my prompts:

Also me: has just hit 1.35k and I’m only 2/3 of the way through, with no signs of stopping.

Starker!Makeup drabbles for Peter’s return to the MCU… it’s a teeeny bit meta.

Part 1 and 2, Part 3

“You can unpack things later,” Tony says, tugging Peter from the dressing room and pulling him in.

“I mean, I can,” Peter smiles and sways with him, “I’d like to get it done, though.”

“Later,” Tony insists, kissing him, “Later, when I’m not here or something. Right now I want to spend all of the time I have with you.”

Peter stares at him and leans in to rest their heads together, “Can’t believe I was gone for over a month,” he says, melting into Tony’s arms.

“I know,” Tony sighs, his hand moving to Peter’s lower back, “Felt like an eternity to me. Every day… just made it that much worse.”

Peter pulls back to look at him, frowning, “You weren’t reading the articles, were you?”

“Every single one I could get my hands on,” Tony says shamelessly.

“Tony.”

“I know, I know,” Tony shrugs helplessly, chuckling, “I’m a glutton for punishment, what can I say? The memes alone were absolute torture. But I… I couldn’t help looking for those small glimmers of hope.”

Peter rolls his eyes, “People are so dramatic, /you’re/ so dramatic.”

“I live for the drama.”

Peter leans in and kisses him, “You know that if I had any choice in the matter, I’d stay here with you for the rest of my life.”

“I know,” Tony says, but there’ll always be a part of his heart that fears how unrealistic it really would be, for them to continue on without at least a few more hiccups on down the line.

“I love you.”

Tony smiles and kisses him, “I love you too, you know I do. I’ll always love you.”

Peter shakes his head, glancing away but then laying his head on Tony’s shoulder, “Maybe if you hold me hard enough, I won’t go anywhere.”

“We both know that doesn’t always work.”

“Try.”

“Alright.”

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