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ANGST BOI

Peter Stark-Strange had an interesting life to say the least.

Like a lot of the most important people in history, his blood relatives were all dead. His mother. His father. His uncle. His aunt. Everyone he loved.

Back when Peter was just Peter Parker, he, like most fourteen-year-old children with nowhere else to go, was placed into the American foster care system after his aunt died in a car crash. But, unlike all those children, he didn't stay very long.

Two weeks later her was informed that a newly married couple were adopting him. He was not provided any explanation about why, just being told to gather his stuff. He freaked out, immediately worrying himself into an anxious frenzy of What if they're homophobic? and What if they turn out to be serial killers?

He really wasn't sure which one was worse.At this point he was already dating a boy named Wade Wilson, who was the adoptive son of Wolverine, but wasn't really open about his sexuality in fear of getting beaten up.

Another day went by and Peter stood outside a courthouse with his mouth hanging a gaped in shock. The place was swarming with paparazzi and news reporters, all wanting to catch the attention of the newest member of the Stark-Strange family.Within the those couple of hours in the courthouse, Peter's new fathers, Tony and Stephen Stark-Strange, had given him their last name and adopted him. They finished the morning off by guiding him to their very expensive car and taking him to Wendy's.

The happy-go-lucky, bright-eyed teen was immediately thrown into a world of superheroes and money, but he never lost his kindness and compassion. He could snap his fingers and get anything he pleased, and yet he didn't. That didn't change when he was given superpowers by a spider, either.He saved countless people while maintaining a happy relationship with his boyfriend, friends, and family.

Then came the day he turned 16.

Thor and Loki were no longer staying at Stark Tower, instead in Asgard with their parents.

Bruce was MIA (though, he was probably somewhere in Australia being as antisocial as possible).

And the team was torn apart. His father, Stephen, had taken a step back, moving into his secret magic hideout place thingy. He still provided moral support for his husband and son but refused to fight.

Tony was an alcohol fueled mess of depression and betrayal, but he tried to put a brave face on around his son.

His Uncle Steve was the main betrayer, causing the pedestal of marble Peter pictured him on to crumble. Watching one of your personal heroes tear your life apart can really mess up a kid.

At first Peter shrugged it off, disappointed over the missed family dinners and movie nights that his family 'forgot' to attend. But he continued smiling.

On the outside, Peter didn't care when only his parents turned up for his schools performance of Hamilton: The Musical (in which he played Angelica), but on the inside he did.

Just smiles and hiding away the pain. Then it happened and he stopped smiling.

The look on Peter's face when the weight of the world finally came crashing down was heart breaking.

Tears streamed out of his eyes as he, in the Spider-Man suit, watched in horror as his family tore each other to shreds.

Black eyes. Broken bones. Bruises. Even bite marks.

Everyone, including himself, was injured and the rogues had gotten away. His family was scattered in the wind and there was nothing he could do about it.

Wade, aka Deadpool, was the first to notice when Peter stopped smiling, Ned and MJ being next.

They cornered him, begged him to tell them if he was okay, begged him to get help. But he didn't listen.

He grew into a depressed, self-hating state, getting worse when the rogues, Thor, and Bruce came back and tried to play happy families.

So there Peter was, back pushed against the bed frame with salty tears streaming down his face. "Why... why... why?! Why can't I just be normal?!"

The sound of uncomfortable laughter came from the room next door, where they were having family movie night. Without him.

Peter just couldn't bring himself to attend, mumbling about having homework when asked to join.

Nobody noticed his state, they were all trying too hard to pretend to be happy.

The villains noticed, though, and they were really rather worried. He had even been kidnapped by all of the people he had every fought against, all of which just wanted to know if he was okay.

He lied and they let him go, even though they knew he was lying, but it wasn't like they could just keep him forever.

Anyway, Peter sat on his floor arguing with himself internally.

Was his decision to stop faking the smiles selfish? Would it be best just to play happy families and cry at night?

As he was thinking to himself, his phone buzzed with a message, lighting up the dark room.

Peter ignored the message, throwing his phone across the room and walking towards his window. He stood there for twenty minutes, tears streaming down his face as he rested his forehead on the cold glass.

"Peter!" Wade shouted, slamming his bedroom door open with the Avengers all behind him. "This needs to stop! You need to stop!"

"What do you want me to do, Wade?" Peter spat, angry tears burning his eyes as he turned to face his boyfriend and family. "Tell you that I won't feel just as depressed and lonely tomorrow?"

Wade's face contorted with pain.

"Why are you even bothering when I'm just one big waste of space!" Peter shouted, finally pushing Wade over the edge.

Deadpool immediately grabbed one of the multiple guns in his jacket pocket, holding it to Peter's head. "Say that one more time and I will kill you myself!"

Peter stared at him stoically, emotions being shown only through his wide eyes glowing with sadness and self-deprecation. "Then do it."

Wade dropped the gun, and it fell to the floor. Tears fell from Wade's face.

Peter, a look of pain and sorrow flashing through his eyes, walked into his private bathroom and locked the door, not wanting to talk to anyone.

Once Wade had let out a series of heartbreaking wails, he calmed down and stumbled out into the hallway, the heroes following him quietly.

"What are we going to do? What are we going to do? What are we going to do?" Stephen repeated, letting his usual resting bitch face slip into one of frustration and fear.

"What we're going to do is snap the fuck out of the shit show and make Peter happy again!" Tony swore, his mouth filling with a bitter taste.

Steve, taking his horror out in a fit of anger, glared at Ironman. "And how exactly are we meant to do that, huh? By demanding that he tell his tale of woe to some bad psychologist?"

"Or we could just leave him be and see if he works it out on his own?" Sam suggested, not used to dealing with teenagers.

"Bruce, you're the angsty one, so why don't you tell us what to do?" Clint questioned, wiggling his pointer finger in Bruce's face.

"Our angsty-ness is different and you know it!" Bruce screeched, his skin turning a slightly green shade.

Wade looked around, tear filled eyes blazing in anger. These people were the ones that caused his baby boy to feel this way and they were going to fix it, whether they liked his methods or not.

Suddenly, the door flew open and Peter stood in the doorway, tears streaming down his face. "Will you stop trying to help me?! Every time you do, it only gets worse!"

The fighting ceased at once. Peter looked beyond furious, his face a light pink and tears streaming from red eyes. His breathing was long and shallow, short and deep. He swayed on the spot, clutching the doorframe to stay upright.

"If you would ask, I would pour my fucking heart out to you! I would tell you how I feel! But you insist on playing happy family! Why can't I be fucking normal?!"

Wade and the rest of the heroes froze.

"I hurt inside and out! I just watched--AND HELPED--my family tear itself apart! I watched my dad almost die because Bucky killed his parents! I WATCHED MY UNCLE ALMOST MURDER HIM! And what did you do? You pretended nothing happened!"

Peter was absolutely shouting by now. Tears filled Tony's eyes as he realized how much pain his adopted son was going through.

"I almost DIED! I got trapped under a BUILDING! And you want to know how I survived?!"

The team stayed silent. Wade was positively bursting with anger, but he bit his tongue and let Peter go. It hurt to have so many emotions bottled up inside, and this was the worst way to let them out.

"I thought about you, Mr. Stark! And what you said!"

As if on cue, FRIDAY began playing a recording.

"But I'm nothing without this suit," Peter said, a tone of sheepish pain in his voice.

"If you're nothing without that suit, maybe you shouldn't have it."

Peter seemed to have worn himself out. He collapsed in the doorway, shoulders shaking. Wade and Stephen rushed forward, and with strength he hadn't used in a while, Peter pushed himself back up.

"Don't touch me."

It would've been better if he'd yelled. The quiet resentment in his voice tore Tony to shreds. Stephen stopped as though he'd been slapped, but Wade still went for Peter. Slapping a hand over the boy's mouth, he leaned over to whisper in Peter's ear.

"I don't know where this attitude came from, but you've put on quite a show. I suggest cooling down before I end up hurting you," he said quietly, "and we both know I will."

Peter nodded, his eyes cold. Wade pulled back, stepping into place between Tony and Stephen. Peter crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe, his face slightly flushed.

"Now what?" he asked quietly, picking at his sweater. "Are you going to send me off to some psych ward?"

Tony shook his head. "We only want you to be be happy."

Peter flared up again, but held his tongue. "I want to be happy... And Aunt May wanted it too."

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nonbinary-starker-boi · 4 years

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Peter's POV

"Babe?" I called, slowly walking into my room. No answer. Pulling my shirt off, I glanced around. "Tony?"

Suddenly, two muscular arms wrapped around my waist and a pair of soft lips attacked my neck. I shrieked in shock, causing the arms around my waist to tighten. "Scared?" Tony asked, nuzzling my neck.

"Not really," I replied. He nibbled on my jawline, moving down.

"You should be," he murmured into my neck. His deep laugh sent shivers down my spine.

"Why?" I asked innocently, lightly pressing against him.

"Well, it's a good thing you asked," he said, turning me around to face him. "You really didn't think I would forget the way you teased me earlier today, did you, princess?"

He gently pinned me to the wall. I looked up at him in confusion.

"Don't remember?" he said with a devilish smirk, leaning down to nibble on my ear. "You don't remember the way you kissed Loki, or the way you slid your hands down his--"

"I wasn't thinking!" I interrupted hotly.

"And whose fault is that?" he asked quietly, squeezing my hips.

"Mine," I mumbled, blushing, "Can we just forget I ever did that?"

"Of course not," Tony murmured, smirking. He moved his eyes down to mine, the usually hazel irises darkened with lust. They searched my eyes hungrily.

"Oh, princess," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. "You're going to pay for teasing me."

His words have so much effect on me. And he knows it.

"I was going to be so gentle with you," he said, hooking his fingers into the belt loops of my jeans and pulling me closer. The tight fabric protested, and I heard a few threads snap. Tony must've heard it too, because he slid his hands away from the loops and wrapped them around my waist, squeezing lightly.

"Princess," he said quietly, sprinkling little kisses along my jaw. "These jeans you wear, they do so much to me."

His eyes roam my body as he runs his hands along my thighs. Moving down from my jaw to my neck, he smirked devilishly and gently squeezed my thighs.

"You remembered the choker...oh, princess, you know I love that choker."

He pinned me to the wall again, a bit rougher this time. He attacked my neck with kisses, leaving the occasional love bite. He slowly trailed down, biting lightly into my collarbone. He moved his hands down to my thighs, lustful eyes exploring my body. "Jump," he whispered.

Without waiting, he slid his hands down and around my thighs and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and bit my lip. The tight leather of my choker hugged my throat, the heart cold against my skin.

"Rule one, princess," he said quietly, nipping at my jaw. "If you want to act like a tease, then I can tease back."

He moved away from the wall, holding me up by my waist. I squeaked, squeezing my legs around him. Snaking my arms around his neck, I pulled him close and pressed my lips against him. Our bodies molded together, our centers touching. I squeezed my legs around his waist, a soft moan building in the back of my throat.

Turning, Tony laid me on the bed. He straddled my hips and pinned my arms to the mattress.

"I was going to be so gentle with you," he murmured, kissing down my neck. "But now..."

Tony trailed off, dipping his head head to gently bite at my collar bone. He trailed back up my neck, brushing his lips against my jaw.

"Now I'm going to ruin you," he whispered, nipping at my throat. Whimpering, I opened my mouth to reply. He attacked my lips with his, lightly biting my lower lip. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I tugged at his shirt.

"Needy today, aren't we, princess?" he said quietly, smirking against my lips. I only nodded, tugging at his shirt again. He slipped it off before pressing his lips to mine. He ran his tongue across my bottom lip, his bare chest pressing against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

"I want you so bad," he whispered, rolling his hips against mine, grinding our centers together.

I moaned quietly, biting my lip. "Then take me," I murmured breathlessly, looking up at him through my lashes. "I'm yours."

"I'm yours."

Tony smiled. "Oh, I know. And I plan on keeping it that way."

Suddenly, Tony rolled away and sat next to me, on his knees with his hands folded in his lap. I whimpered, struggling to sit up. Propping myself up on one elbow, I watched as he trailed his hands up my chest, snaking them around my neck and pulling me close.

"Talk dirty to me," Tony whispered, kissing and biting at my neck.

"Oh, um... I... I like it when you look at me like that," I whispered, blushing.

"Like what..?" he replied, sliding his hands down to my waist.

"Like--Like you own me," I murmured.

Tony growled. "I do own you," he said quietly. "I own every fucking part of you, princess~"

He dipped his head to bite at my collarbone, his hands sliding over my thighs to the fron of my jeans. He looked at me for permission. I nodded weakly.

"I need verbal consent, princess," he said quietly.

"Oh," I muttered, blushing. "Oh, y-yeah, you can continue."

"You're positive? You don't have to feel rushed. We can go slow," he whispered.

I smiled. "I'm sure," I said quietly. "But it sounds like"--I slowly started grinding my center against his--"you're chickening out~"

Tony raised an eyebrow, a slow smirk curving his lips. He pinned me to the bed, holding my wrists above my head as he straddled my waist. "Oh, come on, love," he whispered, his teeth grazing my ear. "Isn't your teasing the reason we're here? I assume I'll have to make this harder for you, won't I?"

He pulled a length of rope out from his nightstand, along with a little clear bottle. I raised an eyebrow, and he smirked. "What? Didn't think I was preparing for this?"

I bit my lip. "Why would you be?" I said, stupidly mouthing off. "What if I never wanted this?"

Tony chuckled. "You would want it. I would wear you down, over time."

I smirked, sliding my hands down to his belt and pulling it off, running my fingers over his skin. He growled, deep in his throat, as I slowly unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down; my hands "slipped" and ran down his bare thighs.

"C'mon, baby boy..." he said, pulling his jeans off and tossing them aside. He slid onto the bed and straddled my waist. "Don't tease." He slid the rope around my wrists and tied a neat little bow. He tightened it and I moaned softly.

He smirked, holding my arms above my head and dipping his head to bite at my collarbone. He slid him arms around my back to the sweet spot in my back, rubbing tight circles into it. I moaned, struggling against the ropes. Even with my super strength, Tony had done a good job.

"No, baby," Tony said, fingering my waistband. "That's what you get. Still feel like mouthing off?"

I raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Tony took the silence as a confirmation, and he slid my jeans off. He folded them and put them on my nightstand.

"Really, Mr. Perfect?" I mouthed off once more, "Do you need to be so trim?"

Tony bit his lip. "I didn't want to do this," he said quietly, pulling a velvet cloth out of his nightstand. "I wanted to hear the sounds you made... But, since you only want to use that pretty little mouth of yours to sass me, we're going to have to fix that."

Before I could get a grasp on what was going on, Tony had tied the velvet strip around my mouth. I struggled against the cloth, but only a low moan came out. Tony smirked, fingering the waistband of my boxers.

"There you go, baby boy," Tony murmured, snaking his fingers under the waistband and tugging my boxers down slowly. "Put that beautiful fucking mouth of yours to work."

I could say nothing in return; I shivered under Tony's touch as he pulled my boxers down and put them on my nightstand. He slowly stroked my chest, running his fingers along my collarbone. I whimpered, squirming under his touch as he ran his hands over my hips.

"See what happens when you tease?" Tony said, slowly running his fingers along my length. I moaned, fighting the velvet gag. He curled his hand around my length, pumping softly and kissing at my neck.

I moaned again, struggling against my bound wrists. Tony smirker and pumped a couple more times. A small knot was building in the bottom of my stomach. Suddenly, Tony stopped; he grabbed the little clear bottle and spread the contents on his fingers. He slowly spread my legs, taking one finger and slowly fingering my hole. The cold lube made me gasp.

"Ready, baby?" He asked. I nodded, and slowly pushed a finger in.

I moaned, readjusting. Tony let me, a look of concern in his eyes. I nodded, closing my eyes as he slowly added a second finger, scissoring me. I moaned, tucking my chin. He moved his fingers around a bit longer, then pulled them out.

I whimpered at the loss, feeling empty. Tony lubed up his length, looking down at me. "Okay, baby," he said, pulling the gag away. "Tell me when it hurts."

I nodded. He slowly pushed in, and I moaned. He started slow at first, our hips barely touching, but started to pick up the pace, kissing my neck. I became a moaning mess, burying my face in Tony's shoulder. He slid a hand around my waist and pumped me softly.

I could feel the knot building, turning into a hot ball of pleasure in my stomach.

"T-Tony..." I moaned softly...

Tony nodded, slowly slipping the gag back over my mouth. He pumped faster and his rhythm sped up. The pressure in my abdomen increased; and I could fell the dam breaking.

I came; and, shortly after, Tony did too. He pressed his lips to my neck, leaving a dark hickey before pulling out. I moaned and laid still, cuddling into Tony's chest. He held me close for a while and kissed my forehead.

"That was g-great," I panted. "Thanks, T-Tony."

"No problem, baby," Tony said, picking me up and carrying me to the shower. "You were incredible."

#nsfw #wattpad #pride #2020 #first post #peter parker #tony stark #tease #starker

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