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khalixascorner · 2 years

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Penance

Summary: Becoming Superior had muted Tony Stark's emotions and his ability to sense his soul mate. Getting bit by a spider had amplified Peter's. When they meet for the first time, Peter loses control, lost to the primal need to bond. After force bonding himself to Tony, Peter is distraught and offers himself up for whatever punishment Tony deems fit. Tony puts this to the test before deciding to keep his little spider, even if they had a rough start.

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Peter Parker, Omega Tony Stark, SIM Tony Stark, Dark Tony Stark, Scent Drunk Peter Parker, Soul Bond, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Forced Bonding, Making the Best of It, Honor Bondage, Verbal Bondage, lots of smut, First two chapters are darkest then it gets a bit fluffier, Sounding, top omega, face fucking, Lots of Sex, Aged-Up Peter Parker Age Difference

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Peter tried not to pace as he compulsively checked his desk and notes one last time. Today was his first official inspection since starting at Stark Industries, and he was terrified that he was going to fuck up and get fired. The Superior did not tolerate failure or stupidity in his company, especially not in his R&D labs. Other techs told horror stories and HR even made sure new hires didn’t start right before an inspection to try and cut down the turnover rates.

“Hey dude, chill,” Miles, one of the other lab assistants, hissed at him. “I know they’ve been telling stories but seriously, just be cool and you’ll be fine.”

Peter swallowed hard and nodded. He kept his hands firmly at his side, not trusting his ability to keep his strength hidden. Or heaven forbid he touch something and stick like he had done when he first got his powers.

Peter knew it was probably overly bold to work by day for the man that controlled the city with a gold titanium alloy fist when he spent his nights as a vigilante, but he also needed to eat, and SI was the place to work. If Peter was honest, pretty much any legitimate job in the city answered back to the Superior in one way or the other anyway, and at least this paid well. Plus, Spider-man was small time. He just helped the little guy and tried to stay out of the Legion’s way. And he definitely didn’t let the Avengers pull him into their nonsense. They wanted to overthrow the Superior, but Peter had seen the old news stories, had seen the statistics from back then. Life under the Superior was better for everyone. Kids didn’t go hungry, everyone had places to live, and anyone could get a good education.

Peter was someone who would have struggled before the Superior. His parents had died and his aunt and uncle didn’t make enough to care for him without stressing their finances. The Superior’s programs let them pull enough help to cover all of his needs and attend prestigious schools based on his merits alone. So the one time the Avengers tried to recruit Spider-man to their cause, he gave them a very clear no.

If he was honest with himself, Peter dreamed of revealing himself to the Superior. Maybe the man would even be impressed by his deeds, as the Superior always said he had overthrown the government to help the people that it no longer served. Surely he would appreciate that Peter just wanted to do the same, minus overthrowing a government.

But maybe that was naive, Peter thought as he eyed the door again. Would a man that had a reputation for throwing out people he found incompetent really be ok with a newbie hero? Either way, Peter’s plan was to work for him, get a feel for things, and then decide later.

His thoughts were interrupted as the door finally opened and the Superior entered. Peter’s focus zeroed in on the older man, his enhanced sight taking in as much as he could. Peter’s heart pounded, the sound of blood rushing filling his ears. He caught just a hint of a scent, something rich and warm, like a honey vanilla tea and a fire on a winter’s night and something that was just more.

Peter’s whole body trembled, something inside pulling tighter and tighter as the Superior started greeting the Lab Heads. Then he looked towards Peter, and their eyes met. Heat and something sharper shot through Peter, and the last coherent thought he had was MINE.

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Tony had seen a lot of behavior from newbies over the years. His reputation was a bit inflated but it worked for him, and kept the idiots in line until they either pulled their heads out of their asses or got fired. He didn’t expect perfection, but there were still certain levels of excellence he wanted. Regardless, it has caused a fair amount interesting situations when new employees would meet him.

From stuttering, crying, or general muteness, Tony thought he had seen it all. The young alpha practically vibrating while staring at him looking shell shocked though? That was a bit new. When Tony let their eyes meet, something warm bloomed in his chest, but he didn’t have time to examine the feeling because the alpha snapped.

Tony barely had time to react as the alpha rushed him faster than Tony had ever seen an unenhanced move. He braced as the alpha threw himself into Tony’s arms, face immediately going for Tony’s neck with a whining sound.

The omega growled and tried to push the alpha off but was startled when the alpha didn’t budge.

“Get off me,” Tony growled again, trying to regain control of the situation, but the alpha was completely lost to reason. As Tony took a breath to order his AI’s to do something, he caught the kid’s scent. It smelled like coffee and petrichor and something warm that defied labeling. He also smelled like rut.

Tony swore and opened his mouth to call for help only to have the wind knocked out of him as he was spun around and shoved up against the nearest lab bench. Before he could react, his pants were torn off of him violently.

“Get your fucking hands off me,” Tony spluttered, his ire finally overcoming his shock. He was the Superior, and he was damned if he would be treated this way. Endosym bled from his body, and tentacles formed, reaching back towards the alpha only to be grabbed and pinned down to the table next to Tony by a single hand.

Tony heard more fabric tear behind him, and another growl rumbled out.

“Kid, if you put that knot in me, I swear I will rip that dick of yours off and feed it to you, you little shit,” Tony threatened, his armor liquifying and instead wrapping itself along the kid’s arm in an attempt to get an anchor.

All thoughts of stopping the situation vanished as the alpha thrust into him in a single movement and then bit at his mating gland. Instantly, Tony went limp, a whine slipping from his lips as his body submitted and accepted the alpha. Distantly, Tony was horrified. In all of his life he had never whined or whimpered for any alpha.

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Peter came back to himself when he heard a whine beneath him. The alpha gave a muffled groaned at the tightness around his aching cock and the taste on his tongue. He realized his mouth was still latched firmly on the omega’s mating gland, and he groaned again, his hips picking up speed as his omega grew slick in response to the pheromones they were both letting out.

Peter released the gland and pulled back enough to readjust his hold on the omega’s hips, his mind focused on breeding his mate properly.

“Fuck, such a good ‘mega,” Peter growled. “My ‘mega, gonna breed you up so good, stuff you full of my knot.”

The omega arched beneath him, pressing back against him. Peter snuck one hand beneath the other man, and began fondling the thick cocklet until he felt the omega’s body tighten around him. It pushed him over the edge, and he buried himself deep inside the omega as he felt his knot inflate.

A warm rumble built in his chest and he nuzzled his mate. He had never felt so content or whole as he did in that moment, buried deep in his omega.

Peter was jerked from his post sex high by a sour smell. His eyes shot up and he realized that all of the lab’s staff were still there, staring at them. A few had even stuck their hands into their pants and were not so discreetly getting themselves off. That had Peter growling as he grabbed the nearest loose item to throw at the intruders.

“Get out before I break you in half,” he growled darkly. Everyone stared at him, frozen in shock, so Peter growled again. “NOW.”

That sent them running, and he huffed, burying his face back in his mate’s neck, drunk on the scent of home and the warm feeling in his chest. It made his hips jerk even though they were locked tight, wanting to somehow get even closer to the omega.

He couldn’t stop nibbling all over the omega’s neck, nuzzling and licking to soothe the little bites he made. His hands wandered, rubbing soothingly anytime they felt tense muscles underneath them, and soon his omega was relaxed beneath him.

Finally, his knot softened and he slipped out of the omega with a groan.

It was then that Peter’s brain finally came back online.

His emotions ran the gamut from startled confusion to horrified guilt as he realized that the omega he was cuddling was Mr. Stark.

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“Oh god, what did I do?” the alpha croaked, stumbling away from Tony. “Oh god, Mr. Stark, I-”

“Zip it, kid,” Tony interrupted, too irritated to deal with the alpha’s empty apologies as his heat kicked into high gear. “I’m going into heat now and since you are the reason why, you’re going to take care of it, understand?”

The kid nodded and Tony scoffed at the wide eyed look he was getting.

“Let’s go, kid, chop chop, heat waits for no one,” Tony called, storming off towards the elevators. If he was lucky, they could get to the penthouse and get the supplies ready before the worst of it hit.

#khalixa writes #starker #nff #tony stark/peter parker #omegaverse #alpha peter #omega tony stark #tw noncon #tw dubcon #mind the tags #like seriously people #don't say I didn't warn you #sfsummerbingo22

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woulddieforloki · 2 years

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Tumblr stoP RECOMMENDING ME STARKER SHIT

#starker #anti starker #starker shippers i am sorry to hijack your starker tag but i want this to be filterable #i have very few notps like ever objectively bad/problematic ships don't tend to make my notp list #in fact off the top of my head i can think of three (3) notps #and that is all #but starker is very much number one on that list #like #why?#dad!tony is so much more fun?

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reeneeart · 6 months

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Throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason Don't wanna drive another mile wonderin' if you're breathin' So, won't you stay, won't you stay, won't you stay with me?

Angsty fanart inspired by the song Call Your Mom.

Do not tag as starker 🚫

#irondad #fanart #irondad and spiderson

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babybatscreationsv2 · 2 months

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On Call

Marvel | Starker

Peter works nights as an EMT and he's seen a lot of things, but Tony Stark is something new. Ever since he was dragged out of that fire and into Peter's arms he just hasn't been able to get him off of his mind. Despite that Peter's pretty sure that Tony is into some shady stuff.

Rating: Explicit

For H <3

Warnings and tags below

Warnings/tags: Mafia au, blood, violence, murder, emotional trauma, alcoholism

Peter watched the fire spread across the upper windows of the townhouse. It burned fiercely across the upper floors and the kitchen. The living room hadn't yet been touched, creating an anxious arch of destruction. He bounced on his feet, waiting for the firefighters to start pulling people out. The minute one emerged carrying an unconscious man, Peter bounded into action. The man was laid on a gurney and loaded into the ambulance.

"He's breathing. No sign of burns," Peter commented to his partner.

"Pulse ox is low," Ned added as he checked his vitals, but Peter was already prepared with oxygen.

"I've got him. If he's not burned, there's someone else inside for sure," Peter said. "Fire like that doesn't just happen."

Ned nodded and jumped out the back to help the next one. Peter kept checking on the patient. He looked good all things considered. The only injury he found were a couple of bloody knuckles. He held one hand in both of his, looking it over. Those knuckles were pretty calloused. As if they were used to being broken and bloody. Was there a fight before the fire started?

The man woke up coughing, choking on the smoke in his lungs. He grabbed the mask from his face and ripped it off before Peter could stop him.

"Woah, easy- you're safe! You're okay," Peter soothed.

The man looked at him with wild eyes. "What the-" his words were cut short by more coughing. Then his eyes seemed to focus on his environment. He settled against the gurney and put the mask back against his face.

"That's it." Peter patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll get everyone else out."

The man scoffed, almost laughing, but he said nothing. He startled when Ned climbed back inside, but he relaxed again when he saw his face.

"MJ's crew has the other one," he said to Peter. "Sir, were there only two of you inside?" he asked the man.

He pulled the mask away from his face. "Is he alive?"

"I need you to answer the question," Peter said gently. He shivered when those dark eyes flicked back his way. The man nodded and settled again.

"Good. We should be clear to head out soon," Ned said. He made his way up to the driver's seat.

"Don't worry. Your friend is in good hands."

A smirk played on his lips that made Peter shudder.

"I'm Tony," the man offered his hand. He was staring almost too intensely.

"Peter." He shook his hand.

"Accidents don't happen to people like me, Peter. I'm grateful you made it here in time."

"Thank your neighbors for calling."

Tony grinned. "If only they'd mind their business." He put the mask back on as the engine started and the ambulance moved out onto the road. The siren blared overhead. Peter watched the man in the gurney for signs of distress, but if anything he seemed peaceful. He held the mask against his face as if he couldn't bear the straps around his head, but at least he kept it on. Peter had argued with plenty of patients about this before. Tony's words rolled around in his mind.

The police would ask later if he'd noticed anything odd or if Tony had said anything and wasn't sure how to respond when they did. A statement like that could have been a confession as much as it could have been dark humor.

The siren stopped and they parked at the emergency room doors. Ned and Peter helped Tony out. A nurse led them through the halls into a prepared room. As he helped Tony transfer into the hospital bed with a hand on his arm and an arm around his back, he felt the man lean into him. When he looked up his face was a little too close. He turned his eyes away, blushing, but he thought he saw the man smirk.

"You're a good guy, Peter," Tony said, as he settled in. He brushed off the nurse who flitted around to take his vitals.

"What about me?" Ned joked, but Tony ignored him. His eyes were only for Peter.

"Stay that way," he said with a wink.

All Peter could think to say was "Yes, sir."

The incident lingered in his mind for a while, but as busy days came it finally drifted from his thoughts. Only to come rushing back as he sat in the back of an ambulance, stitching together a stab wound. His sleeves were soaked with blood and he was pretty sure some had slipped into his gloves at the wrist.

"We can't keep meeting like this," Tony grinned with bloody teeth. There was blood everywhere. Not all of it his. In fact, Peter was pretty sure the only blood that was his was the stuff pouring out of his gut.

"How do you get yourself into these situations, Tony?" Peter kept his eyes on his work, but he could see the man watching him from the corner of his eye.

"Don't you worry your pretty head about it," he said. He sighed and laid his head down. "You're pretty good with your hands."

Peter laughed. "You sound a bit delirious. How are you feeling?"

"Eh, I've been better. Maybe you can help me out with that."

"I'm happy to help." Peter finished the stitching and gently cleaned the skin once more. It was pretty neat for an emergency job. He spared a glance at Tony as he finished up.

"You sure I can't start the truck?" Ned called from the front.

"How about you go keep watch if you're so antsy?" Tony yelled back.

Ned stepped outside muttering under his breath, "Keep watch?"

Tony turned his attention back to Peter. "Come with me when we're done. We'll go get breakfast."

Peter laughed again. "I think that's the blood loss talking, Mr. Stark. But I'm glad my work is appreciated."

"I mean it, Peter." His voice was so serious that Peter turned his gaze from his clean up to the man's face. "Anything you need, just ask. I'd be dead twice over if it wasn't for you."

"I-" Peter blushed. "I'm not the only one here you know. Someone else could have patched you up."

"Someone else would have given a more damning statement."

Peter turned away. He was right. He hadn't told the police everything Tony said after the fire. He wasn't sure why. He supposed he just didn't want to be involved. And the other guy survived. Mostly. He passed a week later in the hospital, but surely if Tony meant to kill him he would have died in the fire right?

"I think you know exactly what I'm capable of," Tony spoke softly. "And I think you know you could use someone like me on your side. Don't be afraid to ask, sweetheart."

After a moment, Peter turned back around. He put on a professional smile. "Thank you, sir. You're very kind. Let's just get you to the hospital."

"No more hospitals," Tony groaned, already sitting himself up.

"Whoa, hey! Yes, hospital," Peter put a hand on his shoulder to push him back down. He was surprised to find how easy it was. "You lost way too much blood."

"Not this time," he sighed. "Thanks for the help, I'm sure you boys know where to send the bill." He pushed himself up again. This time Peter helped him to stand. Watching the man sway on his feet made him nervous.

"Please, Tony. Let me get you some help."

"You're all the help I need, sweetheart." He grinned. "Don't worry. I've got someone to drive me home."

"Just promise you'll go to the hospital if you aren't feeling any better by the morning."

"Not happening, Pete."

"Fine," Peter sighed. "Give me your phone."

Tony blinked at the order. Then after a pause he pulled a cell phone from his jacket. He unlocked it and handed it over, watching with eyes that were much too curious.

Peter typed his name and number into the contacts. His thumb hovered for a moment, curious about the dozen text messages in the notification bar but he locked it and handed it back.

"There. If you won't go to the hospital, please just call me. I'm not a doctor, but I'm better than nothing."

"Yeah you are," Tony grinned.

The sound of tires crunching as a car slowed down on the street found them. Peter peeked out the door. "I guess that's your guy?"

Tony looked out beside him. "That's my guy," he confirmed. He patted Peter's shoulder. "Get out of here before the other guys show up."

Peter climbed out the back to help Tony down. "What other guys?"

"The ones who won't give a shit that you were just doing your job."

Dread piled on to the already growing pit in his stomach. Yeah, he knew the sort of things Tony got up to. He didn't have to be told. He watched his friend load Tony into the passenger's seat and pulled out onto the road. Then he finally let Ned start the truck and get them away from the crime scene. The police could deal with whoever was in the car that pulled in after them.

Peter kept his phone within arm's reach at all times. A few days passed without him receiving the call he was waiting for. To say he was disappointed would be an understatement. Sure, Tony was obviously a criminal and probably a murderer, but he was so interesting. And besides, Peter's life was far from sunshine and rainbows. He didn't mind a bit of darkness in a man. But that was probably the trauma talking.

After three days of no calls, Peter went home tired and grumpy. He tiptoed through the front door and quietly took off his shoes. The light from the TV flickered. An ad for prostate medication played.

He went to the kitchen to reheat some old take-out that was about a day away from becoming questionable. A spoonful of too hot fried rice was in his mouth when his uncle called his name.

"Peter! Out late again?"

Peter swallowed. He took a deep breath, eyes closed in silent meditation. "I'm working nights now, remember?"

"Are you getting smart with me? Do you know who the hell pays the bills around here?"

Peter bit his tongue to keep quiet, because yes he did know. Because everything but the apartment was billed to his account. Because he switched to the night shift because it paid two dollars more an hour. Because that extra two dollars was the reason they had anything in the fridge besides beer.

He took his food and crossed through the living room.

"Where are you going? I'm talking to you- fucking spoiled disrespectful- you're lucky May's not here to see this shit-" Ben rambled, never finishing even one of his half drunken thoughts.

Peter closed the bedroom door and locked it. He swallowed down the urge to soak in his misery and went to the desk instead. Medical books mocked him with failed dreams of becoming a doctor. EMT training was cheaper. It meant less time in school. He could get a real job faster. No more all day classes and all night working the convenience store counter. He just wished Ben hadn't lost his mind when May died. He wished she were here to see him trying to help people the way she always did. Despite what Ben said, Peter thought she would be proud.

He shoveled in his food until the container was empty then he dropped it on the floor next to an overflowing trash can from all the other nights Ben had come at him this week. Peter dropped into bed and checked his phone one last time before falling into a dreamless sleep.

Peter woke at noon to a car alarm down on the street. He groaned and covered his head. He didn't dare look out the window. Then he heard gunshots.

Groaning once again, Peter dragged himself out of bed. He pulled on some fresh pants and looked outside, still hooking the button. There was a body on the ground. Sighing, Peter grabbed a jacket, his phone, his emergency kit and left his room.

"Where the fuck are you running off to now? Lazy piece of shit- can't even look after your own home- you too fucking good for it with your fucking medical degree-"

Peter slammed the apartment door and jogged to the stairs. There was the sound of glass smashing behind him. Not the first time Ben threw a bottle at him. Hopefully this time he remembered it was there before he stepped in it.

He ran down to the street. At the door, he peeked out, crouching low. He hadn't heard any gun shots in a while. Still, he kept his head down as he jogged across the street. The man laying on the sidewalk was still. His skin was cold. He wasn't breathing. Peter sighed. Another senseless death.

"Help..." a groan came from the alley nearby. A man was sitting on the ground, back to the wall. His hand was pressed tightly against his abdomen, covered in blood. Peter to him and crouched at his side.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" He pulled his phone from his pocket, already punching in the numbers. Then someone took the phone from his hand.

"He'll be alright," a voice said coldly over his shoulder.

Peter looked up. "Tony? What's going on?"

It all happened faster than he could blink. Tony raised the gun in his hand, a gun Peter hadn't even noticed. He aimed it at the man's head. Then he fired. Gore exploded onto the wall. Bloody flecks hit Peter's side. In shock, he wiped the blood from his cheek.

"What..." he gasped. He couldn't process what he'd seen. Then Tony grabbed him by the arm and hauled him to his feet. He dragged him down the alley.

Peter looked back at the body. At the man he'd meant to save. Behind them followed two more armed men.

"Tony," he tried again to find his voice. "What's going on?"

"I got somebody who needs your help."

"That man-"

"He's nobody, sweetheart. This is more important."

"But..." Peter shuddered. That had happened. It did. It happened. He'd watched Tony kill someone. He should have been screaming for help, but he was paralyzed and if he were being honest, he liked Tony enough to give him the benefit of the doubt even now.

He let Tony pull him along and out onto another street. Another armed man stood by a car with tinted windows. Tony barked at him to open the door and all but shoved Peter inside.

Laying across the seat was a man with curly dark hair piled on top of his head in a bun. He was in a similar state to the man Tony had killed. Blood covered his stomach, his hands, one of his legs.

"Hey," the man smiled. "You are real pretty, aren't you?"

Tony leaned in the door. "Can you fix him up?"

"I don't know. I can try." Peter opened up his bag and started pulling out supplies. "I suppose this is a 'no hospitals' situation?"

"Always."

"Got you to go once."

"I was delirious. You got everything you need or what?"

"It's not ideal, but as long as it's not worse than it looks I think I can handle it."

"Perfect. We'll keep watch. You're on a timer, kid."

"What?"

"Well I don't think you can stitch him up in a speeding car so let me know when he's ready to move."

Tony closed the door, leaving him alone with the bleeding man. He gave Peter a little wave and a grin.

"I'm Bucky."

"Peter," he answered. He would be stunned if this wasn't exactly the way Tony behaved while Peter patched him up. Were all of his friends like this?

Bucky hissed and groaned while Peter put him back together, but he was an overall well behaved patient. There were so many scars on his skin when Peter wiped away the blood. He was clearly no stranger to bullet holes and stab wounds. As a matter of fact, he was pretty sure his left arm was a really wall made prosthetic. The guy was a human pin cushion.

He pulled out three bullets and stitched up the holes. The guy looked pale by the time he was done. Peter took a deep breath before he spoke.

"Listen. I don't know exactly what the deal is here, but you've lost a lot of blood-"

"No hospitals, kid. If I need blood that bad, we'll figure something out."

"What happened when Tony went to the hospital?"

Bucky scoffed. "Too many cops. Too many questions. And Toomes's boys showed up just as we were dragging the guy out of there. He could have been killed."

Maybe it was overstepping a little, but either this guy didn't know how little Peter knew or he just liked the sound of his own voice. "He probably shouldn't have set a man on fire if he didn't want to spend time in the hospital."

Bucky laughed. "He had it coming. It was impressive how long the bitch made it. Scrawny little guy, ya know? We almost thought he was gonna survive."

There must have been something on Peter's face, shock, horror, or maybe disgust, because shut his mouth then. Then he narrowed his eyes. "You a cop?"

"What? No-"

"They why are you fishing?"

Peter put his hands up innocently. "I was just curious. Tony doesn't talk much."

"He doesn't talk for a reason. And you know what they say about curiosity." Bucky huffed. He looked him over before seeming to settle on what to say next. "Tony really likes you, kid. But don't think he won't dump you in the harbor if you become a problem."

Peter's stomach dropped. Of course that's how it was. He could have guessed if he'd thought about it. Tony was dangerous, he'd known that from day one. And yet, he was offended by the idea that Tony would think about hurting him. It was silly wasn't it? To think a guy who would shoot a dying man in the head in broad daylight would be gentle with him.

The door opened behind him and Peter jumped. Light poured in. He hadn't even realized how much the window tint blocked out.

"How's he lookin'?" Tony asked.

"He'll be fine." Peter turned and stepped out of the car. He grabbed his bag, now stained with blood and slung it over his shoulder. "Keep him hydrated. I gotta get ready for work."

He brushed past Tony, that knot still hard in his stomach. A hand grabbed his shoulder and he turned around.

Tony's eyes were so big and brown. "Thanks," he said.

Peter softened. "Anytime."

He took the long way home to avoid the crime scene Tony had left behind. Though as he stood outside his apartment he realized he didn't have it in him to walk past his uncle for a few more hours of sleep. So he walked to the rescue station. Things were quiet enough to grab a nap before his shift.

Peter found himself checking out the window for Tony every now and then as days passed. He still hadn't gotten calls or texts. Maybe Tony didn't like him that much after all. Maybe all the adrenaline made him flirty. He'd thought he'd done his best to put it all out of his mind when he got a call from a blocked number.

"Peter? Is this Peter?" a frantic voice said as soon as he answered. He barely had time to be disappointed that it wasn't him.

"That's me. Who-"

"You the EMT that looks after Tony?"

"I guess so. It's kinda-"

"I'm texting you an address. Get here quick." The caller hung up. Within seconds there was a text containing an address and a blood type. Peter's first thought was 'why the hell is this man always bleeding out?' his second was 'how the fuck am I gonna get blood?'.

That wasn't something they just kept at the station, but there was always some at the hospital and he was pretty sure he knew where they put the stuff that was due to be tossed. No one would notice it was missing. The only problem was, he didn't exactly have a car. Did he take a cooler full of blood onto the subway or ask Ned for a favor and hope he didn't ask too many questions?

"So what's all the blood for?" Ned asked not thirty minutes later.

Peter kept his eyes on the GPS. "Friend of mine?"

"A vampire friend?" Ned teased.

Peter sighed. "I almost wish."

"This about that guy who's super weird and doesn't like me for some reason?"

"What? Tony totally likes you!"

"I don't know about that guy, Peter."

"All I know is that he's hurt and he needs help."

"So he should have called 911 like a normal person."

"I don't think he's a normal person, Ned. He's like-" he stopped himself. "Let's talk about this later actually."

It was an uncomfortably silent ride from then on. The address Peter was given led them to a part of the city Peter had never even seen before. They pulled into the driveway and were stopped by a massive gate. It opened after only a second or two and they carried on. Ned gave Peter a look and all he could do was grimace. At the end of the drive was a house that was incomprehensibly massive. A car was parked, crooked, near the front. As if someone had pulled up in a hurry.

Peter jumped out as Ned stopped the truck. He carried his bag up the steps, noting the dried blood in his path. Someone opened the door for him as he reached it.

"You the guy?" the grumpy looking man on the other side asked.

"I'm Peter," he answered. "Where's Tony?"

"He's this way," the guy turned to lead him through the house. "Who's that guy?"

"He's Ned. He's with me."

"This isn't a plus one situation. Ned stays in the foyer."

Peter looked back at a confused looking Ned. A couple of Tony's armed friends looked very concerned about following this guy's orders. He gave Ned an apologetic smile before he hurried along.

"I thought I'd taken care of it, but he just keeps losing blood," the man said. "I can't tell what's wrong with him. I swear he's delirious. Thought he was gonna shoot me."

"What? Seriously?"

The man huffed. "That's Tony for ya. He likes to point his gun at things that annoy him. He's a good guy though." He pushed open a door and there was Tony.

He was propped up against the pillows in bed. His skin was way too pale. There was blood on the blankets, the pillows, the carpet.

"Holy shit. What happened?" He rushed to Tony's side. His hands were on him, checking him over before the man even spoke.

"I knew you'd come." Tony grinned. "I'm fine. Don't let Happy worry you too much."

"You look awful."

"I've had worse than a bullet in the arm. I'll live."

"Yeah, that's why you're ice cold," Peter scolded. He helped Tony sit up and found his back bloody. It ran from his shoulder. "You pulled your stitches."

"Thought that might be it," Tony laughed.

"See, I told you. Should have let me fix it."

"If you come near me I'll shoot you." Tony pointed a finger.

Happy threw his hands up in annoyance. "Fine, let your little twink do it. Don't ask me for shit, Stark." He stomped away, but he lingered in the doorway. "Just shout if you need something, kid."

"You bet," Peter answered, but he was distracted with Tony's injury.

The room was quiet for a moment as Peter fixed the mess that was Tony's shoulder. He needed more than stitches at this point, but he knew better than to mention a hospital.

"I'm sorry about the other day," Tony said quietly.

"It's not your fault your friend got shot."

"I meant the other guy."

"Right." He hadn't forgotten, but he'd done a good job of not thinking about it.

"You must see a lot if that didn't send you running.”

"Gotta say that was a first for me."

"So why are you here?"

Peter hesitated. He focused on his work for a minute. "Maybe there's something wrong with me."

Tony laughed gently. "You? You run yourself ragged looking after everyone else. Yeah, there probably is."

Peter laughed. "Fine. I'm crazy."

"I hope there's more to it than that."

Peter swallowed. He hid his smile behind Tony's back. "Should there be?" He snipped off the end of the stitching and reached for a bandage, but he gasped when Tony grabbed him. He pulled him in front of him where he could look him in the eye. Then his eyes wandered and Peter's heart sped up. For a long moment, Tony's gaze lingered on his mouth.

"We should finish up," Peter whispered. Dark eyes met his. And then Tony pulled him down to him. When their lips met, Peter melted, but Tony went rigid like he wanted to pull him in closer, take hold of more of him. He took the weight off of him, leaning with his hand into the bed instead, but Tony only pulled him back in. He worried for his shoulder, but Tony wasn't complaining. At least not for a long minute when finally the pain made him grit his teeth.

"Let me help you," Peter breathed against his lips. Tony slowly loosened his grip.

They were quiet. Peter found a bottle of pain meds on the nightstand and Tony swallowed two with argument. Peter finished cleaning him up then looked at the cooler of blood wondering just how necessary it was. They would have everything on the truck to get him hooked up.

"I'm fine, Pete." Peter looked at him, sitting in his bloody sheets.

"We really should clean all that up."

"It's my own blood, it won't kill me."

"Yeah well..." Peter took a look around the room. "I can't just leave you like that. Gotta make sure you're okay. Maybe I'll just crash on the couch."

"Most of the bed's still clean," Tony said. He gestured to the other half of the bed that hadn't bloodied up.

Peter blushed and then he kicked himself for even thinking it. "Well..." he chewed his lip. "Just to keep an eye on you."

"Of course," Tony agreed, but he looked excited.

"For medical reasons."

"Exactly." Tony nodded his agreement.

"Let me just uh... text my ride." Peter turned away and took out his phone. He frantically explained to Ned that he should leave a few things in case of emergency before heading home. Then he silenced his phone to ignore the seven million questions he knew were coming.

He settled into the bed next to Tony. The space looked so much wider from where he had been standing. They were practically touching. He should move over, give the guy some space, avoid laying in the blood puddle and all.

Then he looked at Tony. "Tony... I meant it. I'm just staying to look after you."

"Mhm." He nodded. "You know what's really great for pain relief?"

"Tony..." Peter tried to sound scolding but it was difficult when he wanted to laugh.

"If you make me come to you. I'm gonna pull my stitches again. The choice is yours."

Peter laughed. "I guess I don't have a choice if I want to take care of that arm." He moved in closer while Tony watched him with a grin.

"Atta boy."

Peter leaned in for a kiss. Something about Tony's recklessness only excited him when it should have made him wary. He leaned in closer, pushing Tony back until he was laying properly in the pillows again. Then he swung a leg over his waist. Tony's good hand rested on his hip, but it wandered down to his ass as they kissed.

He didn't mean for things to go further than that, but he couldn't stop himself from rubbing against Tony's hip. Tony groaned against his mouth.

"You'd better not be teasing me, sweetheart."

Peter rolled his hips more purposely. "Does it feel like I'm teasing?"

"Fuck," Tony moaned. He tipped his head back against the headboard. "Wish we could do this properly."

"I think we can manage." Peter reached a hand down between them and found Tony's cock, hard in his boxers. The man stared at him, open mouth, breathing heavily. Peter slipped down the bed, pulling back the blanket in his lap. Then he pulled down Tony's boxers.

He looked up at him as he slipped his cock into his mouth. Tony made a strangled sound before relaxing into the bed and letting Peter have his way. He could feel the way Tony struggled to be still. He felt powerful, holding the man at bay with nothing more than the threat of disappointing him if he pulled those stitches again.

Peter sucked him off while his hand slipped down between his own legs to take out his cock and touch himself.

"Fuck. Come up here, sweetheart. I gotta touch you."

"But your arm-"

"Come on, Pete," Tony pressured. Peter could see just how much he was holding back like he might pop at any second. He did as he was told and crawled back up to straddle Tony's hips. "That's so pretty, baby."

Tony's hand wrapped around his cock. Peter grabbed the headboard, gasping then whining, while Tony stroked him.

"Take your clothes off."

Peter jumped up from the bed at the order. For a moment he felt shy about being watched, but Tony looked so hungry for him as he stripped away layers of fabric. He watched his face as he dropped his clothes into a pile and climbed back onto the bed.

"Lube," Tony said. He pointed to the drawer beside the bed. Blushing red, Peter grabbed the handle and pulled the drawer open. There was a lot more than lube in there with instruments ranging from a vibrator to a glock. But he grabbed the lube and let Tony take it from his hand.

"Grab the headboard," Tony ordered. Peter obeyed, happy for the support when Tony's slick fingers went searching for his hole. He pushed a finger inside him and Peter gasped. He moaned, rocking against Tony's hand. Another finger pushed inside him and he moaned. He looked down and shivered to find Tony watching him.

"Please..." he breathed.

"Just making sure you're ready, sweetheart."

"I'm ready Tony, please."

Tony's fingers left him to slick up his cock instead. Then Peter was finally sinking down on Tony's cock, moaning as it filled him up. He kept his grip on the headboard while he rode him. Tony's hand slid up his thigh to find his cock.

"That's a good boy. That's perfect, baby," Tony encouraged.

Peter only panted and moaned, determined to make Tony cum before he did. He moved faster and slower, figuring out what Tony liked, watching for the way he moaned and his eyes darkened like he was thinking about flipping him over and finishing the job himself. Until finally the man was babbling an endless stream of mostly swears as he grew close.

"So fucking good baby," Tony groaned. "Feel so fucking good on my cock- you were made to ride me. I'm gonna fucking cum in your fucking hole- shit- is that what you want, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, Tony, cum in me," Peter answered.

"Fuck- that's a good fucking boy," Tony moaned. His hand slipped from Peter's cock to his hip, holding him tight while he came. Peter shivered, whimpering at the hot wet feeling. He stroked himself, nearly cumming until Tony pushed his hand away and finished him off himself. One of his hands slipped from the headboard to grab Tony's shoulder as he came, back arching and toes curling. And adding to the sticky mess that was Tony's entire body at this point.

He was in haze as he laid down beside him. He stared at Tony in disbelief of it all until the man kissed him and chased away his racing thoughts. They weren't exactly cuddling, but the look in Tony's eyes was so much more affectionate than he might have expected.

"You're an excellent nurse, Pete," he said. They both laughed. "However can I repay you for all of this, anyway?"

Peter waved his hand. "Don't worry about it."

"No, I'm serious. Whatever you need, just ask. Money, hired guns, you name it."

Peter snorted. "Guns? What, you wanna kill someone for me?"

"Just say the word, sweetheart."

Peter sighed. He looked up at the ceiling. Tony did have an awful lot of money. And power. What would he do if he had those things? "What I need is for my uncle to get help. Go to rehab or something. And I need a cheaper apartment."

"Done."

"Just like that, huh?" Peter looked back at Tony. He certainly didn't look like he was joking.

"Are you doubting me? I've got people. We'll get your uncle to a doctor and then you can move in here."

Peter laughed. "The sex was that good, huh?"

"I could use an in-home doctor." He shrugged and then winced. "Look how often you gotta save my ass. You'd be doing me a favor."

"You're serious?"

"I've never been more sure of anything."

"Alright." Peter laughed. "But ask me again in the morning so I'm sure this isn't the painkillers talking."

Tony laughed with him. "You got it, sweetheart.”

#marvel #starker #mafia au #prompt fill

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anonoite · 1 year

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if for some reason you're following me and don't like starker, please just unfollow and/or block me & mute related tags below and save yourself a headache. all my art under this handle is ship-related in some fashion unless otherwise stated. i'm not changing for you. curate your experience and enjoy the things you like! a steady reminder that this is all just fiction, not real.

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How to Post for SF Secret Starker Valentines!

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therulerofallpotatos · 6 months

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Fic Tag Game

Tagged by: @wincestation, @realisticintentions, @realmermaid333, @cosmic-lullaby, @suchaladyy, @beri-allen

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

149

2. What's your Ao3 word count?

361,707 words.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Wednesday currently. Teen Wolf for six years. Harry Potter, Hannibal, Thorki, Starker, Twilight (Bella/Carlisle and Bella/Aro), The Umbrella Academy (not that i got very far before getting obsessed with wyler), and Madrigalcest (Primarily Brumira)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Overall?

Fuck It (Steter, Teen Wolf, 3,396)

When it Needs Fixing (Steter, Teen Wolf, 3,339)

Hostile Takeover (Steter, Teen Wolf, 2,781)

Absolution (Steter, Teen Wolf, 2,691)

Wandering in the Dark (Steter, Teen Wolf, 2,250)

In Wednesday?

Her Monster (Wyler, 708)

Hold Me Close (Wyler, 593)

Revelations (Wyler, 499)

Warning, She Bites (Wyler, 464)

Impressing Wednesday Addams (Wyler, 387)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Sometimes. I reply when I have something meaningful to add. Otherwise it'd get very repetitive and generic and that kind of soulless connection isn't really the point of this kind of thing. I adore my comments nonetheless and I read them a lot.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hold on. I gotta skim my list.

update: i do not remember some of these fics or what happened in them

Maybe Modi the Brave (MCU, Thorki). This was an angsty fanfic of a fanfic. There was a happy ending in the original fic, The Rescue by madwriter223

I'm not counting Absolution because it was immediately followed by a sequel. But technically, it did get me the most angry sobbing comments which i treasure to this day.

The Final Straw was angsty but it was also dumb and half-cocked and the closest thing to an embarrassment on this account. It was literally just a half-thought half-scene of my 18yo self's emotional state in 2018 that is very evident that I wrote this angrily in study hall. I wrote a lot of fic in that high school during classes. Like a lot. It was my school computer. I got plenty of use out of it. There was no structure or coherent plot. I didn't even hint at anything deeper to be explored in your own minds. I didn't want to look at it long enough or think about it long enough. I just wanted it out of my head. If I didn't have a strict no deleting my works policy, or hiding from my past art policy, I would probably have deleted it within the week of posting. I do not understand how it has the kudos, subscriptions, and bookmarks that it has. I guess it resonated. Good for y'all. I mean it.

Literally just the entirety of Tyler's Bad Year is meant to be about a very traumatic time in a young man's life and him surviving it. I'm not going to go through them and try to pick out "the worst" one. That's not really the point and it'd be largely subjective.

I'll Eat You Raw has an angsty ending but angstiest? I'm not sure.

I don't write a lot of bad endings. Open endings? sure. Complicated endings? Absolutely. But unhappy endings? No. I don't often have the desire.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Jesus fuck we want to be here all day? Ok lemme look through shit again.

Wandering in the Dark has a whole story behind it. There was actually two versions. Only one was posted to ao3 and is the "canon" version. I wrote this fic for a high school assignment my senior year. We were assigned to pick a chronic disease out of a literal hat, then write a story around it. We had complete creative control so I took that chance to write teen wolf steter fanfic in class and actually have it be on task for once (I got an A in that class btw). The reason my teacher got a dark ending version is because by the time he got back to me on the maximum word count, I'd already finished the canon version and it was way too long. I couldn't trim the fat, so I wrote a different ending to shorten the story. That version is one of the angstier stories I've written. The one posted and linked above, is the very happy by comparison. This fic is also designed to be read by someone who doesn't know shit about teen wolf.

Through Thick and Thin was also extremely happy. As is Her Monster. Benevolent Gods was meant to be very hopeful. The Hale Pack (Undying) was the end to a series that was my baby for a long time . Like long enough you can see my writing evolve as you go. Part one was one of the first things i ever wrote. Like ever. The last part was years later. Jasper was meant to be a very light-hearted, happy story as well. It's extremely sweet and fluffy. You was also very happy and the epilogue cemented that happiness. Warning: She Bites literally had a happy end that unknowingly prevented a main character committing suicide in the near future. Saving lives by being horny. Wednesday Evening, and every installment in that series, is excessively happy as well.

Alright I ran through my list of fics. These were the ones that stood out. There's too many to really commit to one answer tbh. Especially because the way they're happy varies.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really. Or. Well. I'm sure I do. I block antis on sight and I wholly reject purity culture, and I haven't really been the target of a major attack or anything. I don't get as many hateful comments as one might think, and I don't entertain the ones I do get. I've been accused of vile shit of course because of a fic I wrote. I don't remember what fic or even what ship it was for because I don't dwell on them really at all. Aside from that, I get more entitled but probably ignorant to how they come off as entitled comments that aren't really that big a deal. Just a bit of a peeve sometimes. I honestly think the majority of them truly believe it's a kind gesture when they say it.

9. Do you write smut? What kind?

Yeah. You could say that.

What kind? In a word? Intense. I could make a joke or a long elaboration on my niche in hyde sex and whatnot, but at the end of the day, intense. Even my most laid back, domestic, slice of life fics have a sense of intensity to them because otherwise I get bored and it feels soulless and it's just not my writing style.

10. Do you write cross-overs?

When I feel like it. When I have an idea.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I have a steter fic on a russian fic website that was translated years ago. I have no idea which it was or if it's still there. Wait! I might remember. Yeah no. I don't remember. It wasn't the one I thought of.

12. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No. I've started to outline one before but it went nowhere and we both forgot about it.

13. What WIP you would like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Harry Potter and the Night that Changed Everything.

I had a whole novel basically planned for it. Writing Bellatrix and a Harry who was raised by Bellatrix took a lot out of me emotionally, and I lost steam.

Also, a Bella Swan/Marcus Vulturi fic that i also had a novel length plot planned out, wrote three chapters for, and then lost steam when I left the fandom due to getting the life sucked out of me by a bunch of toxic people in the fandom killing my joy. Those chapters are just collecting dust in my files right now. I'd like to go back to it one day and finish it in some form or another. Maybe it's original enough I could actually just write an original novel out of the scraps I already have. Actually, to be honest, it is probably original enough that I could write it as an original story. There is not a lot of Twilight there that is necessary to the story and can easily be written out. Something to think about maybe. Ironically not the first prompt I thought up initially for Twilight that I then realized nothing about Twilight was necessary for the idea I had, and I just wrote it without Bella entirely. This is how my original zombie novel started and then immediately evolved into an entirely different thing that has nothing to do w Twilight. Like literally nothing. I had to work to put the Twilight into that one. Not the other way around.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

wyler (steter and tomarry honorary).

15. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and characterization

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

pacing. movement heavy scenes. Longer projects if only because I have less practice at them.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Yeah. If it fits, I'll write it. I won't pretend to be fluent, but I'll do my best. Probably won't do anything too complicated for the sake of realism of my abilities. Especially if it's not Spanish which I at least have spent time trying to learn.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Teen Wolf

19. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Listen...

We've established how well I am at picking one end all number one.

Fuck ok. back to the list.

Water of the Womb was one I was planning to write for almost a year and it turned out pretty good I think. Actually no.

No. It's not a fic that's been posted yet.

I think the favorite fic I've ever written is I Bit Him So He's Mine. it's my "Wednesday is a Hyde season one rewrite au". It's my first novel that is more than just a future novel. It's hit 40k and I have to start Act 2 still. It's my first proper murder mystery where the mystery is the primary plot equal to the romance. I've had a lot of fun with it, I've put my heart and soul into it, and I really look forward to calling it ready to post. Once it's done, you guys are getting regular updates for a long time.

20. What fic would you want to rewrite one day?

Out of the Fire haunts me. It was a lesson to learn. I had the desire to write a steter/hannigram crossover and zero plan of any kind outside that. It crashed and burned because I only had a first chapter in me. I recently met a local and successful author who recognized my ao3 username because of this fic and remembered me years later enough to compliment my writing (I cannot express how much that meant to me). Wait no that might have been Mark of an Angel which also haunts me, but I didn't have zero plan. I had almost no plan, and lost steam when I hit a creative block at a bad time. Normally, I'd have just sat down and workshopped a starter outline and wrote myself out of that block, but I lost steam so I never did. Different deal. Not as impactful in my creative journey. Out of the Fire, however, was very important to me because of why it failed, and remains very influential with every new project I start. Actually rewriting/finishing that project would be a defining moment for me as a writer, I think. At least to me personally.

Tagging: @duplicitywrites, @dispatchvampire, @dark-visitors, @fiktorsempra, @graciebirdie, @gardenoblues, @grim-reaper-barbie13, @gabelish, @killingdoll, @lavender-lotion, @lovepoison9, @wednesdayandherhyde, @udunie, @itshype, @insomniac1994, @onlyangelxo, @obsidianpen, @ourdramaqueen, @persephoneed, @pororoh, @badmoodbatflowers, @brascu

#wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #wyler #my writing #tomarry #wednesday fanfic #teen wolf #steter #hannigram #thorki #harrymort #not all of my teen wolf fics were steter but most were #i am also v proud of my stallison fic #sometimes i just write one fic for a ship i had an idea about but only really had the one passion project for #this also included jasper/bella #and was going to include marcus/bella #i had a Caius/Bella idea as well that I never had the chance to start

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the-mad-starker · 1 year

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Starker Smut: Be Mine

Inspired by this post from @anonoite 💗💗 The first one I got was kitty!Tony x kitty!Peter. So here I am coming in with kitty starker Valentine's Day 😌

Can you believe this cute lil thing spawned a 5k fic? I can't 😂 I meant for this to be so much shorter. I wanted to finish it for Valentine's Day but better late than never?

Summary: It's Valentine's Day but Peter knows Tony's keeping a secret from him. His alpha makes sure to correct that mistake.

WC: 5681

(AO3 Link)

Notes: Alpha/Omega, feline omegaverse, Barbed Penis (kind of), Intersex Omegas, Omega Peter Parker, Alpha Tony Stark, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Implied Mpreg, Cat/Human Hybrids, Mating jewelry, Light Angst, Marriage Proposal, Creampie, (some) pain kink, mirror sex, multiple orgasms

Note 2: although I have tagged barbed penis, it's not exactly penis spines cause I didn't wanna... Shred poor Peter 😂 so it's still spines but blunted. So no bleeding 😅

Terminology: toms refer to male cats and queens refer to female cats, but in this situation, tom=alpha, queen=omega

Mating Jewelry inspo cause I doubt I did a great job describing:

💗💗💗

Tony's been secretive lately.

The thought plagues Peter's mind throughout the morning class. His ears, usually perked up and attentive, lie flat against his curly hair and his tail barely twitches.

It's February 14th. Valentine's Day.

The tom wouldn't be so cruel as to break up with Peter on Valentine's Day, would he?

Peter doesn't think Tony would do that to him but it doesn't bring him any comfort. What if Tony wants to give him one last hurrah, wine and dine Peter, then let him down easy the next day?

The feline buries his head in his arms even more because somehow that thought seems even worse than being broken up with on Valentine's Day.

A nudge to his side has Peter peeking out of his makeshift hiding spot. Ned's concerned face greets him.

"It's time to go," Ned tugs him out of his seat but Peter drags his feet even knowing Happy's waiting for him.

"I'd thought you'd be excited to see your alpha," Ned muses, his own ears flopping as they walk.

"He's gonna break up with me, Ned," Peter says as though it's inevitable. His tail curls around his waist as Ned tugs him along.

"What?" His best friend sounds appropriately offended. "No way, dude! You guys are like… perfect together."

"Yeah? What makes you think that?" Peter turns to look at his friend. He's latching onto any bit of hope because he really really likes Tony. Maybe even… loves him...

Ned pauses as though not expecting the question.

"You're both felines?" Ned says as though that simple fact is enough.

Peter groans and bumps against the beta.

"That doesn't mean we're perfect together…" Peter says. He wishes it was that simple. "Maybe he found another queen, a prettier one, with– I dunno, a fluffier tail? …I'm just me, after all. I'm just… Peter. Boring, nerdy Peter."

"Hey, don't talk about my best friend like that," Ned pokes him. "And there's no better omega or uh, queen, than you, Peter."

The way Ned fumbles with the terminology breaks him out of his gloomy thoughts.

"You can just call me an omega, I know the terminology is a bit weird to get used to," Peter tries to smile at Ned. He's grateful that Ned tries so hard. He's such a good friend.

"I'll get used to it," Ned shrugs. "Omega, queen. Alpha, tom. It's the same thing, just… a tiny bit different."

"Well, we call each other omega and alpha too," Peter points out. "So it's fine if you use those terms."

"If I can get used to it in my head, it'll be better," Ned says, determined. "And hey, don't change the subject. Why do you think Tony's planning to break up?"

The omega falls silent gathering his thoughts.

"I dunno, it's just… a feeling. Like he's hiding something from me," Peter says, ears once again hanging flat. "He hasn't been texting or calling as much. And he's been busy a lot…"

Ned takes it all in. He doesn't call Peter crazy or paranoid, which Peter appreciates.

"Peter. He's a genius billionaire that's CEO of his own company," Ned reminds him gently.

"Genius, billionaire, ex-playboy, philanthropist," Peter feels the need to correct him, his lips quirking up into a half smile.

Ned rolls his eyes but concedes.

"Right. That. That's a lot of stuff to be handling," Ned nudges him.

"Yeah," Peter sighs. "I know… I just… wish I didn't feel like he was hiding something from me."

"So… ask him," Ned suggests. "What's the worst that can happen?"

And just on cue, they arrive at the parking garage where Happy is patiently waiting.

Normally, Peter feels so excited, so giddy, when he sees Happy because that means Tony's waiting for him at the end of the ride. But here, he can't help feeling a tiny bit of trepidation.

He waves Ned goodbye and resolves to get the answer out of his alpha.

What's the worst that can happen, after all? Maybe just a little heartbreak that'll tear Peter's whole world apart.

Yep. Nothing to it.

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Tony's plans for Valentine's Day have Peter wanting to melt into a pile of goo.

The plan goes as follows:

Happy taking Peter to get tailor fit for a suit

A romantic brunch in Manhattan, set on one of the rooftops overlooking the city.

Spending the rest of the night with his alpha at the penthouse, just the two of them.

The custom made suit has Peter feeling so pampered and spoiled. He always feels so self-conscious when he's on Tony's arm, more than aware of the difference in their social standing. But like this, clad in form-fitting trousers and a waistcoat that accentuates his slim waist, he looks like a model ready for a photo shoot.

The way Tony's eyes light up in genuine pleasure, his eyes inspecting Peter from head to toe and finding the omega more than perfect… The kit glows with pleasure and feels confident enough to step up to Tony.

Tony's ears and tail are as dark as his hair, all sleek fur. Peter's, on the other hand, is a sable brown but what really catches the eye is the texture. Fluffy and curly, every single move has them bouncing.

When Peter steps up to his side, the tom's tail sways forward and effortlessly catches Peter's.

"You look lovely, kitten," Tony all but purrs, snagging him by the waist and dropping a sweet kiss on his lips.

Peter melts in his arms, his tail twining possessively around Tony's.

"It's the suit," Peter blushes.

"Even if you were wearing a t-shirt and sweats, you'd still look lovely," Tony continues with the charm and maybe Peter would've laughed and called him a sap but today was different.

The insecurity is still in the back of his mind so he eats up the compliment and all but purrs when Tony strokes one of his ears with affection.

"You look good too, alpha," Peter says sincerely.

Tony must hear it often enough but Peter's sweet words have the alpha purring in happiness.

Their luncheon is amazing. No matter how often Tony spoils him, the omega still isn't used to this type of lavish lifestyle. The tastiest of dishes are placed before him, the meat practically melting in his mouth while flavor bursts on his tongue.

The view of the city is breathtaking too. The company makes it all even better but when Peter turns to face the tom, he can't help but feel a pang of sorrow.

What if this doesn't last?

Tony continues to distract him though, talking about mutual projects and his general day. Peter gets the full brunt of Tony's attention and he eagerly soaks it up like a parched flower tasting rain.

When they're tucked away in the car, bellies full and hands entwined, Tony mentions, "You're a bit quiet today, kitten. Anything wrong?"

Peter means to shake his head. He's decided during lunch that he doesn't want to ruin things and doesn't want to disrupt the romantic plan Tony laid out for them. If he has to be in denial, then let him be in denial.

He leans his head against Tony's chest and the alpha's arm winds around him, tucking him close to his chest. Tony's heartbeat thumps against his ear, steady and reassuring.

It all feels so perfect and Peter breathes in the scent of his alpha and home. He can't imagine being with anyone else but Tony.

"Don't break up with me," Peter can't help but murmur softly. He doesn't realize he's said it out loud until the alpha he's leaning on suddenly stiffens.

"What?" Tony sounds so confused and that's when it registers.

Peter sits up, eyes wide. When his tail tries to untangle itself from Tony's, Tony continues to hold on.

"What do you mean, break up?" Tony looks so adorably confused that Peter has to bite down on his lip to stop from repeating his words.

"Peter, sweetheart, kitten–" Tony takes his hands and squeezes gently. "Why do you think I'd want to break up with you?"

A minute shiver has Peter's body shuddering. Tony's words ignite hope in his heart. Hopefully, he hasn't ruined everything with his insecurities.

"I thought you got bored of me," Peter confesses, "You kinda… weren't as into our conversations the past week and… I know you're busy so I didn't want to bother you but it made me feel like… yeah…"

Tony's mouth drops open in a Gobsmacked expression and he seizes Peter in a hard hug.

"Silly kit," Tony says and the feeling of his hand sliding through Peter's hair and rubbing against the velvety soft fur of his ear is so soothing, so right.

"Happy," Tony calls out to their driver and Peter jerks, embarrassed that he forgot Happy was an unintentional audience in this. "I think it's time. Change of course, take us to the secret spot."

"Tony…?" Peter asks, unsure.

The alpha kisses his forehead and only holds him tighter.

"Shh, sweetheart, this will explain everything."

And because Peter trusts Tony, loves Tony… the omega closes his eyes and just breathes in the soothing scent of his boyfriend as Happy changes course.

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The place Happy takes them to isn't familiar to Peter but that isn't unusual. The stores here scream luxury so it isn't a neighborhood that Peter would have reason to frequent.

The name of the boutique is a simple word, Promises, and when Tony leads him to the entrance, the door is opened by a peacock. Or– Well, Peter assumes it's a peacock man since the employee has a distinctive crest of blue feathers swaying above his hair.

"Mr. Stark," the man doesn't seem surprised to see him or Peter. "This way, please."

They're led inside and it's a spacious area with a few mannequins lined against the walls. The lights in the store are specifically placed to shine on the mannequins and there are strands hung on the bodies where bright sparks of light are reflected back.

Peter wants to get a closer look, attracted by the light, but Tony's hand in his has him tugging the younger man to his side.

A teasing pinch to his ear has Peter flicking it instinctively.

"C'mon, kitten," Tony says, "You'll see for yourself why we're here."

Peter still wants to peek but he's also excited to learn more. They rejoin the employee, following behind a train of brilliant green feathers.

They're shown into a room. A dressing… room? Fitting room? It's the fanciest dressing room Peter's ever been in. Definitely the most spacious.

In the corner, a large section is curtained off from the rest of the room with thick light blue curtains. In the center, there's a small platform that's surrounded by mirrors so that the person standing in the center could see every angle.

There are bouquets of red roses on corner tables. And there's a small white couch against the wall for the comfort of waiting partners.

Suddenly, Peter knows exactly what Tony's been so busy with.

"Tony, this…" Peter trails off, helpless, and even more helpless when Tony leads him to the curtained off area.

The curtains are retracted to reveal a single mannequin, very similar to Peter's size. Peter wouldn't be surprised if it is his exact measurements.

The mannequin is decorated in fine strands of gold. Just like the front of the store, the light here is specifically positioned to showcase the jewelry. And that's what it is… Jewelry. Peter hadn't been able to see clearly when they were brought in, but he realizes now that it could've only been jewelry.

"Tony…" Peter breathes out as he approaches the mannequin. He lifts a hand and hesitates as though touching them would make them disappear.

Tony approaches with him and when Peter hesitates, the alpha calmly presses his hand down on the thin strands that make up the chest piece.

"It's yours," Tony tells him softly. "I've been coming here to check the progress. Make sure everything was perfect, the diamonds, the rubies, the arrangement… It had to be perfect for my future mate."

The courting gift is beautiful. It's made up of delicate gold strands that make up a chest harness. It starts at the neck where a beautiful collar sits. From the collar, two strands of gold gently trail downward and wrap around to the back. Connected from these chains, two more meet in the middle where there are rubies. The first chain would sit right where his collarbone would meet and the next chain would be between his pecs.

From the last chain, three gold strands are attached. The center dangles just short enough to rest above his belly button while the other two are long enough to wrap around his waist.

And separate from the chest piece, two more delicate strands of gold circle around the waist, crossing in an X at the front.

Peter knows it must've cost Tony a fortune, one that the omega probably can't even fathom.

"Alpha…" Peter murmurs when he turns to Tony. The tom's tail is flicking nervously and his ears are pushed forward eagerly.

"Peter… I hope you know now how serious I am about you," Tony tells him. When he steps closer and pulls Peter into his arms, he leans down and rubs their noses together.

Peter can't help the soft rumble that comes from his chest. His grip on Tony's arms tightens and he leans into him.

"Kitten… Peter… Peter Parker…" Tony murmurs. "Will you be mine? My mate? My queen?"

Even though Peter expects the question, it still makes his heart jump. He gives a brilliant smile, his fluffy curls bounce when he leans up and kisses his alpha.

"Yes, yes–" Peter says between kisses and smiles and a heart full of joy. "Alpha, my alpha. I want to be yours, wanna be your mate, your queen, only yours…!"

Tony returns the kisses. Peter can feel the press of his alpha fangs against his lips, their kisses are so full of passion.

When Peter pulls away breathless and giddy with happiness, he can't help but look back at the courting gift. An engagement set, he now realizes.

"Wanna try it on?" Tony's voice, low and suggestive, almost makes him jump.

Peter's face blushes pink. A lot of the jewelry is meant to show off Tony's claim on him. The collar, specifically, is the traditional piece and often, it tends to be the only piece necessary for a mating. Tony, of course, is going for a full set.

The jewelry is meant to show off Tony's adoration for him, but it's also a quiet declaration to Peter himself of Tony's love. The collar is meant to be shown off but the other pieces, the ones that Peter can wear under his clothes or hide away, those are just for him.

The chest harness and the pieces that hug his waist are only for him and Tony.

Peter wants to try it on and he wants to show his alpha just how well he knows him and his body.

"Yes," Peter answers, turning and nuzzling Tony's neck. "Will you put it on me?"

"Of course, sweetheart," Tony murmurs with a crinkling of his eyes, "I'm at your service."

It's not the first time Tony has seen him naked. They're way beyond that and are intimate with each other's bodies. Tony has kissed freckles and moles on Peter's back that the omega hadn't even been aware were there.

It's safe to say that Tony knows Peter's body more intimately than even he does himself.

So when Tony starts to remove the expensive suit he bought for Peter, the omega lets him until he's completely bare. He's more than a little hard, more than a little slick, and Tony can smell it on him.

Tony's eyes when they look at him are all dark pupils and full of hunger. But the anticipation makes it all the more worth it and Tony turns away, though he has to adjust himself too.

Peter hums teasingly, rocking on his heels and waiting eagerly.

The first piece that Tony places on him is the collar. It goes around his neck, neither too loose nor too snug. When Tony secures the clasp on the back, he brushes over the gold with reverent fingers when it settles into place.

Then a necklace is put on him. Peter hadn't even realized that it's a separate piece, it matches the set so well. The sparkle of a ruby settles right in the hollow of his throat like it belongs there.

The chest harness is next and it attaches to the collar seamlessly. Peter likes that he can wear them separately or together. When Tony goes to secure the harness, Peter obediently lifts his arms so Tony can reach the back.

Just as he expected, a line of gold dangles from the harness and barely reaches his belly. The ruby is just as red, just as beautiful as the one on his throat.

Tony's hands linger on Peter's hips when he places the last piece but the alpha behaves himself. Peter almost wishes he didn't.

Once that's secure, Tony steps back and lets his eyes linger in appreciation.

"How's it look, alpha?" Peter asks shyly.

The piece had looked stunning on the mannequin and even though he knows this is custom made for him, he wonders if the jewelry is too fine, too delicate, to look right on him.

"Come," Tony beckons him, taking his hand and leading him back to the center of the room.

Peter feels self-conscious walking around naked but Tony has always been a possessive alpha and has always taken Peter's safety into consideration. He knows he can trust the tom to keep his privacy safe if only because Tony would ruin anyone who even glances at him.

The alpha helps Peter up onto the platform. He stands behind the omega as Peter takes in the sight of his body covered in Tony's claim and he looks…

Handsome. Stunning.

The alpha looks at him in the mirror, eyes dark, his tail curled possessively around Peter's waist. Standing in front of the alpha, Peter feels so small and covered in gold, he feels just as delicate.

He feels adored and loved.

Tony's hands roam over his body, feather-light, as he teaches the strands of gold.

"Do you like it?" the tom needlessly asks.

Peter catches Tony's hand as he settles over his belly, large enough that his palm nearly covers the width of him.

"I love it, alpha," Peter says honestly. He turns towards Tony, smiling brightly.

The alpha is satisfied and he nods before smiling mischievously.

"Good, although…" Tony turns and steps away, confusing the poor omega. He takes a step to follow but then waits patiently when Tony goes to the door.

Something is handed off to him from the other side but Tony makes sure that Peter is still safely ensconced inside, hidden away from any curious eyes.

The box he returns with is longer than it is wide, easily the length of his forearm. When he opens it, Peter's brows raise in surprise.

There's another piece in there and it matches the set Peter is wearing.

"Alpha?" He says curiously.

Tony knees in front of him and looks up with sparkling eyes.

"Did you really think this was all I had for you?" Tony teases gently before he leans forward, takes Peter's hand, and kisses his knuckles. "No, kitten mine, what you have on now… is just the start."

He takes the new jewelry out and holds it up for Peter's inspection. It's just one piece and compared to the chest harness, the direction of the gold is going the opposite way. Instead of falling in a V, the chains here go from a point and lead downwards.

Peter isn't sure where it's supposed to go until Tony gently takes a hold of the back of his knee and urges him to lift his foot. When he does, Tony carefully helps him balance so that Peter lightly places his elevated foot on Tony's bent knee.

The new piece of jewelry is secured around his thigh like a garter belt and Peter shivers at the feeling of Tony's hands on him.

"There we go…" Tony murmurs, pleased. His fingers stroke the sensitive skin on his inner thigh.

"Alpha… what did you mean by this being the start…?" Peter has to ask, otherwise, he'd lose himself to the feeling of Tony's hands. Something embarrassing would truly happen then, like Peter whimpering.

Tony continues to stroke his inner thigh with a loving caress and then he leans forward and places a kiss there.

Peter shudders and his entire body feels like it's being lit up from the inside when his alpha's warm breath brushes against his skin.

"My mate, my queen," Tony calls him, "The set you have now is not complete yet. I'll spend the entire first year of our mating adding to this one and when it's complete, I'll do it again and again…"

Peter's breath catches in his throat. It sounds like so much but it's also so very Tony. He can't deny that it makes Peter feel so very… very spoiled.

You don't have to… He wants to say but he knows Tony wouldn't do something unless it was something he wanted. So the only thing Peter can do is run his fingers through Tony's dark hair, rubbing his dark ears and purring contentedly.

"Alpha…" Peter licks his dry lips. Tony being so close, his alpha scent free and unfiltered, is doing such things to Peter.

He knows his alpha is doing it on purpose and Peter is more than willing to follow his lead.

"Alpha…" Peter murmurs again when those gentle hands start to press deeper into his skin and Tony's purrs against his inner thigh. His face turns to where the omega is hard, his cocklet aching for attention.

"I'm glad you like my gift," Tony says, purring as he nuzzles the hardening cocklet. "Let me show you how appreciative I am that you're accepting."

He sets Peter's foot down, allowing him to better balance for what he's planning next.

"Shouldn't I be thanking you, alpha…?" Peter gasps out when Tony takes his cocklet into his mouth.

The alpha's mouth is hot and his tongue is soft and wet against Peter's cock. The omega, so sensitive already, grips the tom's hair, trapping strands of it in his fist. He needs it, something to hold onto, as Tony sucks on his cocklet, the small thing fitting so easily in his mouth.

For such a small thing, it's so very sensitive and Tony knows it. He sucks gently, swirling his tongue around the top and tracing the underside of Peter's cock with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh… Oh…" Peter moans, squeezing his eyes shut when Tony's fingers creep up his thighs and start to tease his pussy.

He's wet, dripping with slick. His insides part easily for the alpha's questing fingers but once they're inside, they clamp down, desperate for something bigger.

"Alpha… Tony…" Peter begs, muscles clenching tight as the fingers dig deeper, pumping into him with purpose. "I want…"

Slick wet noises come from between his legs and his ears grow hot with the filthy sound of it. Tony's mouth on him, his devious tongue playing with his cocklet… Tony's fingers fucking his wet pussy…

Tony knows him so well… His alpha…

"M gonna… Alpha, please… I can't…" Peter wants to protest, wants to be fucked before he comes but Tony continues to suck and finger him even when Peter grabs onto his ears and tries to wrench him away.

"Mm…! Ah-alpha…" Peter is helpless as he comes into the alpha's mouth. His tail lashes out, spasming as his insides clamp down on Tony's fingers and he floods the warm mouth he's in.

Wetness gushes from between Tony's fingers and the alpha hums and swallows.

"Alpha…" Peter complains when it gets to be too much. His legs feel like jelly and he melts into the alpha's lap, slick staining Tony's pants but neither care.

He purposely rubs against the alpha's cock, almost desperate despite just having an orgasm.

The orgasm sates him for two seconds because his body takes note and demands more. He hasn't been mated, hasn't gotten fucked and he needs more than a suck and a fuck for his omega body to be satisfied.

So he writhes in the alpha's lap, a desperate needy thing that only wants one thing.

"Let me thank you, alpha," Peter begs him, kissing Tony's lips and tasting his own seed in the alpha's mouth. It only makes his body burn hotter, his insides feeling achingly empty.

"Alright, kitten, I'm not gonna say no to that," Tony says against his lips. And yet, he seems reluctant to part from Peter's mouth, licking and nipping at his lips.

Peter gets handsy and not only does he rub against Tony's erection with his ass, but he also reaches down and fondles what he finds. Tony's cock strains against his pants, large and demanding and so so hard…

Tony hisses at the direct touch and that does it.

"Turn around, kitten," Tony growls against his mouth. "Let me see that pretty pussy."

Peter shudders and obeys immediately, going on his knees and lifting his tail to the side so he's exposed and vulnerable to his mate.

"So perfect…" he hears Tony murmur behind him.

A touch to the base of his tail has him lifting his ass higher and pushing into Tony's touch. When Peter lifts his gaze, he sees their bodies in the mirror and it shocks him.

The jewelry is still glimmering brilliantly in the light but they look even prettier against the flushed pink of his skin. His face is particularly red, even more so when he sees his alpha positioning himself behind him.

Large and intimidating, the alpha is staring intently at the place between Peter's legs. It makes Peter squeeze his thighs together before he forces them to relax.

"Alpha… C'mon, alpha… Take it… take what's yours…" Peter says, tail waving in an almost hypnotizing gesture.

"God, you're such a temptress…" Tony groans before he rushes to pull his cock out.

Peter licks his lips when he sees it reflected in the mirror. Tony's alpha cock, thick and ready. He jerks when he feels the heat of it slap on his ass but a harsh grip on his hip keeps him in position.

"Here you go, kitten… You need it so bad, don't you?" Tony says as he positions the head of his cock at Peter's dripping pussy. The tip teases the omega's hungry hole and he shifts on his knees just to feel the alpha's cockhead nudging in.

"Please, please…" Peter whines when he can't get it inside by himself.

"Shh, I have you, kitten… Gonna give it to you…" Tony doesn't make him wait any longer and pushes inside.

Just the girth of his alpha's cock makes the breath in his lungs rush out when it pushes inside. The length, though, it feels as though Peter's split apart every time. It's only practice and familiarity that has Peter taking the impressive cock in its entirety.

Even then, that first thrust doesn't let Tony sink all the way. It's still enough for Peter to buck against his hold, hips wanting to simultaneously pull away and push back.

Tony groans, loud and clear, and pulls out only to fuck back in. Peter gasps, scrambling for purchase when the tom starts to fuck him hard, trying to inch his entire cock into the tight, wet space of the omega's body.

Peter's eyes threaten to roll to the back of his head as Tony works his cock in.

"Mmph! Mmm alpha…!" Peter cries out, pleasure making his body eager and primed for the rough fucking their kind enjoys.

Tony's cock works him open but he's still so big, so large inside him… Peter's insides are going to ache for days and it's what he wants… That type of pain that has the feline omega arching his back, begging to be mated and bred.

He could never have this with anyone else. It is only ever Tony for him, his tom, his alpha…

The pain of being fucked harshly transmutes into a type of pleasure that has Peter crying out and only begging for more.

"Alpha–" Peter cries out, "Mm, it hurts… hurts…"

Tony's hips never stop working. By now, his cock has sunk all the way in, plowing into Peter's insides over and over again.

"Yeah?" Tony pants, breathless, and then he folds his body over Peter's, covering him completely. His teeth nip at his mating mark and Peter feels like he's going to fall apart. "Hurts good, doesn't it, kitten? This is what you wanted. When you waved that pretty tail at me… Bent over and gave me access to that pretty pussy of yours…"

Another thrust, this time shorter but no less impactful.

"Mm!" Peter moans, his head tilting to give Tony better access to his neck. "Yes, alpha… yes… hurts so good… alpha's cock… splitting me open…"

"Mm…" Tony groans. He sets his teeth against Peter's sweat damp skin, teeth encountering gold and pressing in against skin despite that. "Don't want me to stop, do you, kitten? Want me to go all the way? Let my barbs out and make you pregnant…?"

Pregnant…

"Oh!" Peter gasps out, his mind going haywire with it. Tony's cock… Tony's come, Tony's barbs… The one thing that would scare the shit out of other omegas that weren't of their kind but Peter is exactly like Tony.

He was made for this. He would only ever get pregnant from a feline alpha like Tony. His body would only ever recognize an alpha of his kind and his heart would only ever recognize Tony.

"Yes, alpha, my alpha… give it to me…" Peter grows desperate, pushing back against the alpha's thrust, now hungry to be filled. "Make me pregnant… Fill me up… Do it, do it–!"

A hand clamps down on his nape and just like that, Peter's body goes soft and pliant.

"Alpha…" Peter whimpers as Tony takes full control. The hold has him incapable of moving but it's necessary for what's next.

Felines mating… It's rough on the omega and Tony needs to take complete control.

With a few more thrusts, Peter's body sways like that of a rag doll as his alpha takes his pleasure. He's happy to do it, happy to please his alpha.

His mind starts to float, pleasure and pain signals mixing in his head until there's only pleasure.

He knows the moment Tony gets close. The alpha's thrusting becomes rougher, almost jarring. The clapping of his hips against Peter's ass is especially harsh, sounding loud in the fitting room.

"Alpha…" Peter mewls and Tony hauls him onto his knees, replacing his hand with his teeth so that the omega remains pliant for him.

He catches a glimpse of them in the mirror, Peter's flushed body held captive in his alpha's arms. A feral glint gleams in his alpha's eyes and he stares at Peter and meets his gaze in the mirror. Between his spread thighs, the alpha's hard cock is seen in flashes of slick wet flesh, his heavy balls pulled tight and ready to deliver a thick virile load.

Tony's teeth in his flesh only add to the pleasure. Tony's rough calloused hand stroking his dripping cocklet… His thick cock fucking in and out of Peter's pussy…

He fucks another orgasm out of Peter and the omega is gone. The pleasure is even more overwhelming, the heightened pain turned pleasure has him clutching onto his alpha's forearm.

Tony's cock sinks in all the way and in the midst of Peter losing his mind, the barbs on his cock raise up, the blunted tips scraping and rubbing.

Peter screams, he yowls when he feels his alpha's cock grow and rub against his already tight insides. His eyes roll to the back of his head as the alpha's cock jerks inside him, pulses erratically, and fills his aching insides with come. The barbs feel even more prominent with Peter's pussy squeezing down like a vice and the omega moans in oversensitivity. The blunted tips rub him just like he needs and his entire body shudders in recognition, his demanding instincts finally quieting down at the feel of a feline male's cock breeding him.

Tony doesn't release him until he's done and so Peter takes it with soft whimpers and whines. He's being bred and his feline body knows it, his stomach cramping as more and more come is spilled into his overflowing pussy. Even when he feels like there can't possibly be more space, his pussy still shamelessly wants more, clamping down on Tony's cock and milking it for more.

When Tony's finally done with him, he lowers Peter gently onto the floor.

As always, their mating takes a toll on the poor omega and Peter looks at his alpha with hooded eyes, barely able to keep his eyes open. Tony settles between his legs, his tail flickering contentedly behind him. The satisfied smile he gives Peter spells trouble but the omega barely twitches when Tony puts a hand on his knee.

He does, however, whine, when Tony places his knee over his shoulder and lifts his hips.

"Alpha… can't…" Peter whines but he doesn't try to stop the alpha when Tony sets his mouth to his pussy. He only squeezes the alpha's head between his thighs and resolves to the fact that he'll most likely be fucked into unconsciousness tonight.

"Shh," Tony murmurs then laps at his pussy, licking away a mix of come and slick. "Let me clean my mate…"

So Peter just lays back and lets his mate clean up the mess, a purr sounding from his throat and Tony working him up to another release.

#starker #madstarker writes #nff #omegaverse #lmao please heed the tags #hybrids #feel like I gotta apologize to anonoite #i wrote such filth cause of a cute doodle 😂😂#FINALLLLLY DONE #ahhh been trying to finish since vday

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sunwarmed-ash · 1 year

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🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

I'm a bad guy

Ship: Starker (43 y/o Tony, 21 y/o Peter)

Rating: Explicit (sexual content)

Word count: 3500, complete

Tags: CamBoy/OnlyFans Peter, Kinktober 2021, Daddy Kink, Age Difference, Unsafe Sex, Alternate Universe-Different First Meeting, No Powers, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

“Hi, you must be Mr. Stark.”

The second their eyes met, the older man's mouth dropped open just a fraction. When their hands touched, his eyes dilated, and his pulse jumped up. Peter didn't understand why, the shower wasn't enough to erase the ever darkening purple semi circles under his eyes. Or add any more color to his pasty skin. This was the worst he’d let himself look in public in a while. The deer in the headlights look only lasted a moment, before he cleared his throat and remembered his manors.

“Tony. Hi, and you are?”

Harley sighed, heavy with impatience and frustration that begged his father not to embarrass him in front of his new friend. “Dad, this is Peter. From school.”

“Peter,” and he looked at him hard once more, “Have- we met before?”

Unlikely. Not like he’d been anywhere but his bed or May’s house for the past two years.

“I don't think so sir.”

Tony cleared his throat. Peter saw the flush start to creep up his neck.

"Huh. Yeah, you sure? It's just so weird, because like even the voice-"

Peter smirked knowingly as he watched the older man begin to ramble to cover up his distress.

"Dad," Harley groaned in annoyance, and Peter startled because he had honestly forgotten all about the kid in the interest of eye fucking his father.

“Sorry, sorry my bad, I'll uh let you kids get to work. Pizza around 8 sound good?”

With one final huff Harley gathered up the rest of his stuff before beginning his dramatic exit out of the kitchen, shouting a

“Yeah, yeah that's fine dad, we’ll be in my room,” over his shoulder.

Peter chuckled and followed behind the temperamental youth, but not before looking over his shoulder almost too innocently before saying,

“It was a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

Tony looked like he was going to have a heart attack. Peter turned and bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing out loud. It all made sense now. Tony was definitely one of his OnlyFans subscribers.

#sinful sunday #peter parker #starker #tony stark #marvel mcu #spiderman multiverse #spiderman #iron man #find me on ao3 #sunwarmed ash #help support me via ko fi #reblog please

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ursafootprints · 1 year

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More fun with polls! I had to leave some off, obviously, so feel free to abuse the "other" option. 💖

#starker #polls

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starkerhowlter · 1 year

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Princess Parker 5

Rating: M Ship: starker (tony stark / peter parker) Tags: Minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - College/University, Fashion Designer Peter Parker, Engineer Student Tony Stark, slow burn, stolen moments Summary: Tony Stark’s in love. But not with the conventional. Instead, his soulmate is known for temper tantrums about pink lemonades that are too sour and scuffs on the toe of his Louboutin shoes. He’s materialistic, superficial, and cares way too much about his face. So why can’t Tony stay away? Read below or on AO3

This chapter was beta'd by my gorgeous squish: @cozysafechaotic ! Be sure to send em love and thanks! Shout out as well to my sprinting goblins in the Super Starkers Discord for their support as well and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Also, I apologize for the lack of posting. Shit hit the fan for me irl in the last month with my university life. Hopefully, we are back on track now!

Note: Any underlined words lead to a link showing the outfit

5 -- Party with The Princess

The party in question comes far too soon. Before Tony knows it, his entire friend group sits on the floor of some sorority house. Each of them is holding a random can, a sense of relaxation hanging in the air. The guys are all discussing the finals they just finished taking and Tony is involved, that is, until Peter walks in.

He looks amazing, he always does, but in the party lights, Tony swears he looks ethereal. His necklace and earrings glitter, shooting pink sparkles in all directions from the pink heart set in platinum silver. His tieback shirt is inviting tony to reach behind his shoulders and pick the little thin bow out and allow it to fall open. He wants to remove the bowed heels and the white jeans that leave nothing to the imagination and see Peter in all his raw glory. The boy has something silver in his hair, and from his place on the floor, he can't tell what it is.

"Holy woah," Tony gasps, "Look at him." He feels his stomach stir, body taking an interest in the designer boy's appearance.

"Tony, whatever you're thinking, stop thinking it. Mine and Bucky’s relationship isn't a goal," Steve sighs.

"I mean, if it gets me in that gorgeous boy's pants, then it is."

"God, you are so perverted. Both of you," Bucky mocks from Steve's lap.

"And what are you, sweetheart? Are you trying to tell me that you’re an innocent little baby boy?" Steve smirks, biting a spot on the long-haired boy's jaw and picking up the can of alcohol on the floor next to them. Bucky blushes, hiding his face in the blonde's shoulder, answering Steve's question silently. "Mhm. That's what I thought."

Tony smiles at his friends, silently hoping to be just like them when he finally talks to Peter.

Peter glances back over at Tony's group. Clearly, the man of the hour has said something funny because everyone else is laughing heartily. He longs to know just what is making Tony's eyes glitter like that. He looks different than usual. The boy is wearing a band tee for some band Peter's never heard of and ripped jeans. His boots are glinting when the light hits them just right. Peter notes the hints of eyeliner on Tony's face, not enough to be gaudy, just enough to make his eyes alluring. Well, more alluring than usual.

"Nat, look at him."

"He looks like Tony, Peter. I don't see anything special about him."

The boy blanches when Tony catches his eye, "I do. Look at him! Like holy shit. I can't do this. I need alcohol."

"Peter, no. You asked me not to let you drink," Natasha tries, crossing her leather-clad arms over her chest.

"Fight me. I am getting a pink lemonade." Peter walks away and into the kitchen, he can feel everyone watching him as he moves and the attention makes him preen. He sways his hips slightly, knowing he's got the attention of who he wants.

Well, maybe not. "Want me to open that for you? I wouldn't want you to damage your pretty nails." He turns around, hoping the voice behind him is Tony, but instead, Harley stands before him in fitted white suit pants and a black t-shirt.

"What do you want Harley?"

"I just wanted to see you, Peter. I miss you."

"No, you don't." Peter sighs, popping open the can of Malibu pink lemonade and walking off. "You miss the sex, Harley. You don't miss me."

"That's not true!" Harley shouts.

"You know it is. Now, leave me alone." Peter walks out of the kitchen, blushing when he sees several people staring in his direction. Had his argument with Harley been that loud?

Tony glances at the kitchen when he hears someone shout, "Well, I’d get another drink, but clearly, something is going down in there."

Steve chuckles and turns back to the boy on his lap, "Sounds like Keener. He's always throwing tantrums, such a drama queen."

"Sounds like it." Bruce remarks, disinterested, "What do you want, Tony? I'm gonna brave the kitchen."

"Good luck. Just whatever you can find." Tony high-fives him as he goes by, leaning back on his hand and watching Peter cross the room. He disappears up the stairs, and Tony fights the urge to follow him.

The lemonade went to his head faster than he wanted to admit. His head feels fuzzy as he climbs the white wood staircase to his room. This party is too much. The feel of the bass and sound of the music follows him upstairs, giving him a migraine and all he wants is to cuddle with his stuffed bunnybear and go to sleep.

Tony rises, following the boy up the stairs at enough distance that he wouldn't notice.

"Harley, I don't want to talk. Go away," Peter says, approaching the door at the end of the hall.

"Peter, wait," Tony says, finally. The boy looks over his shoulder. He meets Tony's eyes and both of them freeze.

"Hi." Peter blushes, "You're not Harley."

"I'm afraid I'm not. Want me to go get him?" Tony smirks, already knowing the answer to the question.

"NO! I mean... no. Thank you." Peter turns his back to the door, facing Tony fully. The front of the black shirt looks even nicer than the back of it did, its fitted fabric pulled taut against the boy's chest, and the pink jewellery looks nicer up close. Peter's got matte lipstick and a faded black eyeshadow on that Tony didn't notice before, and it's gorgeous. Peter looks edible, and Tony could devour him, right here against the door, in the hallway for anyone to see.

"Where are you going, the party is out here?"

"I'm done. I had my drink, now my head is buzzy and Harley is looking for me. So, if you don't mind, I'm going to go in here and watch An Affair To Remember and do my nails. Have a good night, Tony."

"Peter, wait! If I don't tell you now, then I won't ever tell you."

"Tell me what?" He takes a step forward, hoping that Tony will say the words he so desperately wants to hear. Tony steps closer, as though the boy were a live wire ready to explode at any moment. The smell of Peter's cologne mixing with his own invades his senses and all he wants is to kiss Peter, desperately hoping that tonight will end how he hopes it does.

Peter's eyes flutter, and the eyeshadow glitters in the fairy lights lining the hallway. Tony's voice lowers as he says, "I can't stop thinking about you, Peter. Every time you enter a room, I see you. Every time you leave, I mourn your loss. Whenever and whatever you wear looks amazing, but then again I wonder how anything someone like you wears, can be ugly. I mean you're perfect. Like.."

"Tony..." Peter whispers, eyes finally meeting Tony's once again, "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying you're art, Peter." Tony confesses, blushing slightly, "And I know I'm out of your league but I knew if I didn't tell you tonight I never would and I needed you to know how I feel about you. I needed to tell you how much you mean to me and how much you are worth. I need you to know how much I love you."

"Tony..." He gasps when the man in question leans down and presses a soft kiss against his cheek.

"I'm sorry, I just needed to tell you. I’ll leave now. I know I crossed a line." Tony turns and leaves, leaving a confused and blushing Peter in his wake.

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Run Rabbit

Marvel | Starker

Peter has bad luck with boyfriends. The kind of bad luck that means his previous two boyfriends have ended up mysteriously dead. At least he has Tony. A stead fast and loving friend who his taking him to his cabin in the woods to get away from it all. So far away from the city, all alone, Peter might finally be able to relax. He really owes Tony for taking such good care of him…

Rating: Explicit

Warnings/tags: kidnapping, noncon, yandere!Tony, referenced/discussed murder, graphic violence, blood play, gun violence, fear kink, sadism, blood as lube

For Aech <3

The air smelled like flowers and freshly churned dirt. It was much too gentle a scent on much too gentle a day for Peter's second funeral in only six months. He knew what everyone thought. That somehow this was his fault. The police had questioned him for hours this time. First Harry, the best friend he'd grown up with who had never given him the time of day as far as romance. At least not until college. Then Quentin, whom he'd only been dating for about a week. He hadn't even really been ready, but Quentin had insisted he would feel better if he moved on and Peter did just want to be happy again.

A warm hand came to rest on his shoulder. "You ready to go, kid?" Tony asked. His voice was gentle and comforting. Too gentle once again. They were the last to leave. Even Quentin's parents were long gone. Peter just couldn't shake the guilt.

"Do you think they're right? Is this my fault somehow?"

"Did you kill him?" Tony asked simply.

Peter flinched. "Of course not!"

"Then don't worry about it." He squeezed his shoulder. Peter turned around and looked at his face. He was such a comfort to have in these moments. Even if none of this affected him. It wasn't his fault he wasn't great at emotional advice. At least he was here.

"Thank you for coming, Tony. I don't think I can do this alone."

The man gave him a small smile. "Anything for you, Peter."

He almost smiled back. "I think I'm ready to go now."

Tony offered his arm and Peter took it, glad for the comfort of physical contact. They walked back to Tony's car parked to the side of the narrow cemetery road. The shiny black metal was at contract in the natural landscape. It seemed cold. Yet those leather seats were warm as Peter sunk down in the passenger seat. He was safe in here. He was always safe with Tony. The man gave his hand a little squeeze before starting the car.

The drive was long and quiet. Tony grabbed a blanket from the back and wrapped him in it when he started to cry. He fell asleep leaning against the door. He woke each time the car stopped. Tony kept trying to feed him at every gas station fast food place, but he just wasn't hungry. And he fell asleep every time the tires touched the highway.

Tony had a cabin up in Maine. The long drive was well worth escaping the city. Getting away from whatever demon had cursed his life. At least here it would be just him and Tony. No boyfriends to get murdered and no murderers to come after him. He was safe here.

Tony made dinner. It was warm savory comfort food. Finally, Peter felt hungry. He couldn't remember the last time he actually ate, but Tony put a plate of chicken and gravy in front of him and he couldn't get enough. He finally felt himself relax. He was safe. Everything was okay now. And Tony was so easy to talk to. It was nice to laugh again.

They ended up sitting on the couch talking by the fire as the sun set.

"I know Quentin wasn't great for me," Peter admitted. "It still hurts that he's gone."

"That's normal," Tony said. "There's someone out there for you though. Someone who makes you happy." Peter looked away from the fire to Tony's face. Tony's eyes seemed to stare into his soul.

"Someone who loves you unconditionally, who makes you laugh. Makes you feel safe. Someone who would do anything for you."

Peter laughed awkwardly at his intensity. "Yeah, wouldn't that be nice."

A hand came to rest on top of his. "I would never allow anyone to hurt you, Peter."

"Thanks-"

"I know what they did to you. How Quentin was pushy even when you were unsure. How Harry didn't give you the time of day until he realized how easily he could have you. They didn't deserve you."

Peter pulled his hand back. "What are you saying?"

"You don't have to worry about boys like that anymore, Pete. I'll take care of you."

"That's really sweet Tony but-"

"But?" He raised his eyebrows. "I did all of this for you, Peter." Peter leaned away from him. What was he saying? Why was he so angry all of a sudden? Then he laughed lightly. "No, it's okay. You don't understand yet, but you will."

Peter looked at the man. Really looked at him. He seemed deranged in a way that made his hair stand on end. A sixth sense told him to run. He wasn't looking at a man, he was looking at a predator.

A hand stroked his hair and he flinched. Tony pretended not to notice. "You're smart. I'm sure you're putting it together. Don't be scared, sweetheart. It's just love. Love can make a man crazy."

"You killed them," Peter breathed.

Tony nodded. "I did. I saved you from them. You don't have to suffer sleeping with lesser men now. I know it was me you always wanted."

"Yeah..." Peter's hands were shaking. What should he do? He couldn't stay here with a murderer, but Tony wasn't going to just let him leave.

Tony smiled. "See, I knew you'd understand."

"Yeah, of course." Tony took his hand away and Peter was grateful when he changed the subject. It was concerning how easily he moved on as if murder were nothing at all. Peter almost thought he imagined the whole conversation. He tried not to let the terror show. He needed to stay calm, find a way out without pissing him off. He bit his lip to hold back the tears, but they came anyway.

"Oh sweetheart, don't cry." Tony reached for him and Peter pulled away. He just came closer until he could wrap his arm around him. His hand stroked his cheek. The concern in his eyes seemed almost real. Maybe it was to him. "You've been through a lot, I know it's scary. Let me help you."

Tony left the couch looking for something. Peter glanced at the door. It was just around the corner of the couch. He could make it if he was quick. He glanced at Tony again. His back was to him. He could make it. He could...

Peter lurched to his feet and ran, but his fingers fumbled on the lock. When he grabbed the handle and pulled the chain snapped tight. Tony grabbed him around the waist and the sharp prick of a needle stung his neck.

"It's okay, Peter," Tony cooed. He dropped the syringe and pet his hair. "It's okay. Sleep tight, Petey."

Dull light from the window woke him as the sun rose. For a moment he was groggy. He rubbed his eyes, sore and raw from crying.

Peter watched Tony's chest rise and fall. He was still asleep. If there was going to be an opportunity, this was it. He moved slowly, dragging himself across the bed in such small increments it felt as if the floor were miles away. When his feet finally touched cold wood, he froze, watching Tony's face. When he gave no sign of waking, Peter slipped out and laid the blanket down carefully in his place.

He tiptoed through the cabin until he found his shoes and jacket. Then he faced the door. Was there an alarm? He didn't see one. He didn't see Tony's car keys anywhere either. His head was scrambling, trying to come up with a plan, but he had no idea where he was. He wouldn't even recognize the roads since he slept the whole way up. He looked at Tony still asleep on the bed. The best thing to do was to get away. Find help. He couldn't just stand there waiting.

He turned the dead bolt. Then he unhooked the chain. He didn't look back to see if Tony woke. If he broke his momentum he'd freeze. He turned the lock on the door knob and opened the door. Then he was out.

Peter closed the door slowly behind them and turned the knob so the latch wouldn't click. He walked carefully down the steps, but once his feet hit the grass he ran.

The morning air was cold enough to sting his face. The low light of the rising sun cast shadows in the trees that heightened his paranoia. He hadn't gotten far when behind him heard a bang.

"Oh, Peter!" Tony called back in the direction of the house. "Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?"

The sound of his voice made him stumble and he realized how much noise he was making. If he could hear Tony, then Tony could probably hear him. He stopped and crouched with his back to a tree. What should he do?

Tony went quiet. He couldn't hear anything. No yelling, no footsteps. He risked a look around the tree trunk and saw nothing. Maybe he'd gone the wrong way. Maybe he thought Peter would follow the road. Too many maybes. There was nothing he could do but run again.

Tree roots threatened to trip him if he didn't look down. Branches smacked him in the face when he didn't look up. This forest was old and dense and unfriendly to someone who didn't know the first thing about nature. He tried not to think about what that meant when he was being chased by someone who spent the fall season using this place for a hunting cabin.

"Run, Peter Rabbit, run!" Tony's voice laughed through the trees.

He was too close. Peter was afraid to look back and see how close. He was younger, more spry, that had to be enough of an advantage right? He could out run him.

Pain stole all thought from his mind. He screamed, vision going white, and fell forward onto the ground. He rolled through the leaves and stopped on his back, holding his thigh. Blood dripped between his fingers.

He tried to examine the wound, but the sight of blood and tissue made his head spin. He dragged himself to his feet, sobbing through the pain, and started running again. Adrenaline pushed the pain to the back of his mind but not for long. He felt cold and tired. He took his jacket off and tied the arms above the wound as tight as he could get it. It wasn't enough. He knew it wasn't. Tony was going to catch him.

He dropped to the ground, but he kept crawling. He won't kill me. He wants me alive. He told himself.

Tony tisked behind him. "Were you even trying to get away? You left quite a trail." Leaves crunched as he came closer. A foot planted on the back of his wounded thigh made him scream. For a moment he thought he might pass out. Maybe it would be better if he did. He couldn't look at him, couldn't pull his head up from the dirt. He didn't know the monster that stood over him.

"Sweetheart," Tony crouched beside him. "You can't get away from me." He ran his fingers gently through his hair only to grab a fistful at the nape of his neck and pull his head to the side. His pupils were so wide that his eyes gleamed. Peter's stomach twisted as he realized the mistake he'd made. It was the chase that thrilled him.

"Let me go." He could taste dirt stuck in his teeth, but that was the least of his problems.

"If I let you go you'll bleed out. Is that what you want? Do you want to die in these woods where no one will ever find your body?"

"You don't want to kill me, Tony. You love me, don't you?"

He smiled sweetly. "You know how much I love you, but if dying cold and alone is what you really want..."

He let go of his hair and his head dropped back to the ground. He barely had the strength to lift it again. "No, please," Peter whimpered. "Help me please, Tony."

A gentle hand stroked his hair. He couldn't see what the man was doing, but he felt him moving. Then something slid over his back like an uncoiling rope. His arms were pulled up over his head.

"What are you doing?"

"I caught a rabbit, didn't I?" Peter struggled as he looped the rope around his wrists, but he was quick and the rope dug into his skin as he pulled. Tony stepped off of him and tied the length around a thin tree. He pulled a knife from his hip and a grin spread across his face. "I have to make sure my rabbit doesn't get away while I skin him."

"What? No!" Peter squirmed, but Tony pinned him with a hand between his shoulders. He felt the knife scrape over his lower back where his shirt had ridden up and he still. "Please- please," he sobbed.

The knife slipped under the fabric of his jeans. Tony pulled up and the cotton split. He ran the knife down to his ankle on one side then cut through the other.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting a better look at this leg." Peter couldn't help the pathetic sounds he made as fingers prodded at the wound in his thigh. "You want the good news or the bad news first?"

"What's the bad news?"

"Well actually," Tony laughed. "It's the same either way. You're not gonna bleed out."

"What do you mean?" He couldn't put together what part of that was the bad news and Tony didn't give him a chance to think it over before he told him without saying a word. The cold edge of his knife found the fabric of his briefs and in hardly a second the fabric was torn and his ass was bare.

Peter kicked with his good leg and tried to squirm away, but Tony climbed on top of him, knees hugging his thighs. "Tony stop! Stop, please- don't!"

"Don't start begging just yet, kiddo. You'll get me too excited. I want this to last."

Peter sobbed. He clawed at the ground but he couldn't crawl away and there was no shaking the man off. He was only hurting himself as he grew more fatigued. He felt Tony's cock, hard and hot against his ass. He let his head fall into the dirt, tears making mud on his cheeks.

"Spit or blood?" Tony mused. His hand covered the hole in his thigh and he pushed. Peter screamed, he felt blood gush out into his palm. He was so dizzy and cold now. He didn't react other than to moan in pain as Tony forced his cock inside him.

Tony sighed as he bottomed out. "So perfect for me aren't you?" Peter trembled. He cried into the dirt as Tony moved his hips, slowly, fucking him like they were lovers and his cock wasn't slick with Peter's own blood. It hurt as the blood dried and turned sticky, but Tony didn't stop as he cried harder.

"Please stop," Peter begged. "Please Tony please!"

Tony groaned. "Fuck, keep begging."

Peter bit his lip, disgusted to hear him getting off on his pain, but Tony grabbed him by the hair and growled in his ear. "You want this to be over don't you? Open your slutty fucking mouth and beg me or we'll do this until the sun sets."

"Please! Let me go," Peter sobbed. "Stop please- it hurts!"

"Fuck, that's it." Tony let go of his hair. He pulled his cock from his tortured ass, a hand on his lower back pinned him in place. Tony groaned as he came and Peter shuddered, feeling hot cum splatter on his ass and in the hole in his thigh. "Fuck," he groaned again.

Tony sat panting for a moment. Then he got up and untied Peter's hand. He was too tired and in too much pain to move. He didn't even complain when Tony rolled him onto his back and picked him up.

He carried him back in the direction they had come. "Don't worry, Petey. I'll get you patched up and in a week or two you'll be ready to run again."

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