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They should block chatgpt on uni WiFi the way they used to block coolmathgames

because they all love and hate each other to varying degrees like patrick loves tennis and tashi and art but art the most and art loves tennis and patrick but he loves tashi the most and tashi loves tennis the most but none of them can have the thing they want most so they use one another to get closer to it and in the aftermath end up resenting each other for what could have been

nightmares

sorry but this is so absurd like i know this man whimpers so pathetically in bed

“No,” Tony shakes his head, “We’re not doing this.”

“Doing what!?” Peter demands, exasperated, “What is it that we cannot do?”

“This, us,” Tony sighs, “Kid, you have to understand. I’m not made for you. You’re meant to go out and find someone your own age, who doesn’t have drinking problems and isn’t mentally unstable. You deserve better than me, Pete.”

“I don’t want anything better, Tony,” Peter narrows his eyes, his chin jutting up, “There isn’t anyone better out there for me. I want you.”

“Kid–”

“Stop calling me that,” Peter growls, “I’m twenty-five fucking years old. I’m not that sixteen year old you met all those years ago. I’ve grown up and I know what I want. And I know what you want, too.”

“It doesn’t matter what I want, Peter,” Tony tells him sadly, “And you being twenty-five now doesn’t lessen our age gap.”

“Damn our age gap, then!” Peter cries. He reaches out for the older man’s hands and pulls him closer so that their faces are only inches apart. “Damn what anyone else has to say about us and damn what you think I want. Because I want you. How many times do I have to say it?”

“Until you realize what a mistake that is,” Tony whispers. He grazes his thumb over Peter’s cheekbone and down to the corner of his lip. Peter shudders and closes his eyes, leaning into the touch, “You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart.”

“I think I do,” Peter smiles lightly, he takes a few steps closer and backs Tony into the wall. And then it all comes stumbling out, “You think I’m adorable when I’m mad. You want me but falsely believe you cannot have me. You feel overwhelmed that I exist.”

Tony blinks, his eyes searching Peter’s face, “What, are you reading my non-existent diary or something?”

Peter laughs breathily. “I know you don’t remember telling me those things. But drunk words <i>are</i> sober thoughts.”

With a deep swallow, Tony sighs, “You got me there, kid.”

“Tony, I said to stop calling me kid,” Peter practically whines.

“Force of habit,” Tony shrugs.

“Okay, then for now on you’ll be Mr. Stark again. I’ll add in a few sirs here and there, too. You know what, maybe I’ll even call you da–”

He’s cut off by an abrupt but welcome crash of the lips. Peter hums and instantly melts into it, his hands finding Tony’s defined biceps. He takes it one step further by pressing Tony closer to the wall and opening his mouth, welcoming the older man’s tongue. Tony seems hesitant at first but doesn’t take too long to start exploring Peter’s mouth as if it’s his last day on earth.

Heat races up and down Peter’s body and everything within him buzzes for more. More of Tony, more of them, together, as one. Involuntarily, his hips thrust into Tony’s, but the pleasure that follows isn’t anything he’d give up.

Tony pulls back just slightly, their foreheads pressed together, “Peter–”

“Shut up,” Peter demands through gritted teeth. He pulls Tony back into the kiss, and Tony lets him. Peter feels Tony’s hands travel down to the back of his thighs before he's suddenly hoisted up so that his legs are wrapped around Tony’s torso.

“Couch,” Peter pants between kisses. Tony obliges and walks him over to the couch, not breaking the kiss even as he sets Peter down onto his back.

Peter uses his legs to squeeze Tony in closer and his hands on the older man’s hips to guide them into steady thrusts. Tony and Peter’s moans are twisted together in a sort of harmony.

“God, kid, you’re perfect,” Tony gasps, “So beautiful. Breathtaking.”

Peter flips them over and Tony is sitting up with Peter on his lap. “Just for you, sir,” Peters smirks, satisfied when Tony’s entire body jerks in pleasure at the title, and dives in for more.

okay

have the overwhelming urge to call him pookie bear 🤧

just thinkin about lowkey creep Tony who finds any way to see Peter in little to no clothing. Tells him he needs to strip down to his boxers csuse otherwise the measurements for his new suit wont be correct even though it'd be just fine if Peter continued to wear his clothes.

Who notices how his old suit does nothing to compliment his body so he purposefully makes his new suits a little tighter than necessary, forcing Peter to have to buy a dance belt so his bulge wasn't showing through it. But it gave Tony to greatest opportunities to look at the boys tight ass.

Who has to physically stop himself from pulling up camera footage of the boy working in his lab from earlier that and using it as jerk material because yes he was a dirty man but he didn't want to feel any more horny around the boy than he does already.

Who will find any excuse to have his hands on the boy, letting them rest on his lower back whenever the they walk together or finding its place on the boys upper thigh when they sat next to each other. He'd let his fingers stroke his inner thigh to tease the other but would make no effort to escalate the situation. Always denying any accusations thrown his way.

Who when he found out Peter was seeing someone else, did a deep dive on their personal lives to find out every detail they could about the person who believed they were good enough for Peter. Who found every excuse to hate the partner 'they're not smart enough for you, pete' 'you sure you have enough time for them? with school and being here with me?' 'do they know your spider-man? you should date someone who can know, it'll make your life easier' until Peter is leaving another partner because Tony planted the seed.

Who never did anything to explicitly say how much he wanted the younger boy. Instead he would manipulate the situation to make Peter be the first one to ask for something more. He would stand too close to the other when helping him with something, his hot breath tickling Peters neck or praise him a little too much just to watch the way red would stain his cheeks.

Who cheered internally when Peter finally made his move when Tony was standing a little too close and whispering how good of a boy he had been to help him with a small assignment. Cupping the boys face and kissing him senseless, just like he'd dreamed of many nights before. Maybe even bending him over his counter and taking the younger boy right then and there.

idk just love the idea of creepy Tony who's in love with Peter