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starkeristheendgame · 2 years
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I keep thinking about a The Propsal AU but where Tony needs to marry to keep his position as CEO thanks to a clause Obidiah created to try and oust him before the whole betrayal debacle and Peter is the poor brand new intern who permanently looks confused and he's only been here three weeks and now he's engaged to Mr. Stark and I need to meet your parents, kid, make it all official and haha, yeah, about that Mr. Stark... And holy shit but isn't Mr. Stark totally banging Miss. Potts? And what does Peter know about spring weddings vs fall weddings and holy shit this ring is worth more than his life if he loses it oh god oh no—
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tn-pt · 3 months
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this is so starker it hurts 🥴
peter asks tony to do this silly tiktok trend with him so he can post it and show everyone he's taken.
tony allows it after a little bit of begging, but there's a price he's going to charge. after peter presses post while he's still using tony's lap as a seat, the boy feels tony's hands roam under his shirt and inside his pants.
peter has to reply to the flood of comments and texts with shaky hands while tony touches him and whispers filth in his ear, only peter is shameless and starts grinding onto his boyfriend's clothed boner asking for more.
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anonoite · 1 year
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prompt from twitter: "merman peter au"
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starker-raving-mads · 2 months
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Headcanon that Morgan calls Peter "Papa" because she learned he was her godfather and decided he got a parent-name too.
(And of course she's the one who fully knows Tony and Pete are in love with each other, half calls him Papa because it gives Tony Big Feels™️, and does everything she can to make sure papa and daddy live happily ever after because obviously they're both idiots who won't figure it out on their own.)
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pretty-bratty · 17 days
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MAMMA MIA! STARKER AU
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"Wait a second. You found your mom's old diary? Hid it from Aunt May and read it?"
"Yeah, Ned, focus! I have three potential dads!"
"May's gonna kill you when she finds out."
"When she finds out, it's gonna be too late, MJ."
"What do you mean-"
"I invited them all to the island."
When Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes and Tony Stark arrive to Kalokairi, Peter quickly finds out that May has even more reasons to kill him. It wasn't his mom's diary, it was hers. However, Tony is the only one who actually had a summer fling with both sisters at some point (yes, they were wild back then, and Peter's not sure he's ever gonna be able to look May in the eye).
And now Peter's praying that Tony's not his biological father, because he wants to call this gorgeous man Daddy instead of dad...
Including:
🌊 Tony, who falls hard and fast and is double terrified, because not only he's falling for a kid who can be his son, but he might actually be his son?! Universe has a wicked sense of humor.
🌊 Peter, who's trying to figure out the way out of this whole mess he created. Making more messes on the way. It's a talent.
🌊 Steve and Bucky, who fucking finally stop being oblivious dumbasses and get together after years of mutual silent pining.
🌊 May, who doesn't know whether she wants to kill or kiss Peter for bringing these three idiots back into her life. Probably both.
🌊 Ned and MJ, who are here for this wild ride (with popcorn).
🌊 Lots of pining and emotional hurt/comfort from both Tony and Peter.
🌊 Greek island and lots of good music.
PS: Tony and Peter have a heart-wrenching confessions exchange on the cliff to "The Winner Takes It All" playing. Almost sure they can never be what they want to be:
"I've been wanting to find my dad my whole life, but now I want nothing more than to never know my dad. I don't want you to be my dad!!! I need you..."
Soon after that the confirmation comes that Tony's definitely not, in fact, Peter's father.
They celebrate it at Stucky wedding.
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theginkosakata · 8 months
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spider-mancan · 9 months
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Instructor Stark is incredibly strict.
That’s not unusual for a ballet instructor, although Instructor Stark doesn’t have the heavy accent to be truly stereotypical. The real issue is that he seems flippant and casual until he’s making you stand in the front of the room and do the petit allegro over and over and you stop tripping over your feet while the rest of the class gets to drink water and stare at you.
“He’s only like that because you’re so good,” MJ tells Peter after he’s finished having his bathroom breakdown. “Betty fucked up those Italian fouettés and he barely ragged her at all.”
“Betty’s good!” Peter argues.
Not as good as you. MJ has said it before. Peter is glad she doesn’t say it again.
“Mr. Parker?” Instructor Stark sticks his head out of the rehearsal room and MJ flashes him a tight grimace before patting Peter on the shoulder.
“Speak of the devil.”
“The devil has excellent hearing, Miss Jones.” Instructor Stark doesn’t dig in his nails any further — even though most days MJ asks for it. Instead, he crooks his finger in Peter’s direction. “I need to speak with you.”
“Yes, sir,” Peter says meekly. He hopes Instructor Stark can’t tell that he cried. Peter drains the rest of his refillable bottle over his head, luke-warm water soaking his thin shirt. He’s hoping the moisture hides any evidence of his episode in the bathroom, but he hooks his finger in the lid, gathers his things, and follows Instructor Stark back onto the Marley.
It’s dismissive, the way the instructor starts the music before Peter has even set his things down. “Still warm, aren’t you?” he asks, over Don Q on the speakers. “Basil. You know it.”
Peter has been sitting on cold tile for about ten minutes, so he’s not sure he’s up for the jumping, but he nods and rolls his shoulders.
“Perform for me.”
Peter meets Tony’s eyes in the mirror, lit on fire. That stupid smirk. Peter grits his teeth as the music starts over. “Yes, Mr. Stark.”
If he’s not warm at first, he’s warm by the time Instructor Stark decides Peter has performed the variation to satisfaction — four or five times, no marking, and a bruise on the knee from banging the barre on his tours.
The music finally cuts off. “You’re very good at doing what you’re told.”
Peter could kick Stark in the shin, but he’s exhausted, collapsing again the mirror. He scowls at the instructor, who just…smirks, looking down at Peter over his nose. There’s an undertone, something that only bleeds through when they’re alone. They’ve both pretended not to notice, even though the undertone would not be taken well by the school. Peter never mentions it. Tony only gives him elevator eyes when Peter is too tired to care. He thinks it might be a strange, twisted kind of admiration, that MJ is right and Instructor Stark thinks Peter has value, and that comes across in heat under the skin. It would hardly be the first time passion for the arts became something different entirely.
Peter tries not to squirm, so he scowls harder.
“I’ve got an offer for you, kid.”
Peter tenses up. “What, uh…what kind of offer?”
Instructor Stark comes over, holds out his palm to help Peter up, and pretends Peter isn’t hesitant to take it. “I’m teaching at a convention in Germany this summer. Ten weeks.”
“That’s great, sir,” Peter replies, listlessly. He doesn’t know why Instructor Stark felt the need to tell Peter something he already new. Most people moaned about losing their favorite instructor — his replacement isn’t nearly as nice to look at, either.
“I have an extra ticket.”
It clicks too slowly, sluggish. “Me?” Peter scrambles to his feet in a burst of adrenalin, ignoring Instructor Stark’s hand entirely. “Me, to Germany, for the convention? Natasha Romanov is going to be there!”
His instructor smirks, all sideways. “Trust me, that’s a reason to stay home.”
“She’s one of the best ballerinas in two generations! She’s danced for kings!”
“Me too, kid.” Instructor Stark crosses his arms with a sniff. “Pretty sure on more occasions, even.”
“You’re a guy,” Peter argues. “It’s different!” He’s grinning. He’s excited, too excited, to the point of trembling. He’s not sure he trusts it. “I…I can really go? The money—”
“Paid for.” Instructor Stark waved his hand like thousands of dollars is nothing. “You’ll just have to bring yourself and something…” He pinches the see through material of Peter’s drenched shirt, “less wet. Lots of somethings. There will be three or four classes a day, plus rehearsals for company shows. It’s a big deal.”
Peter knows. He can’t believe. “Why…why me?”
Instructor Stark’s fingers smooth out the wrinkle he made in Peters shirt. His finger must smell like diluted sweat, like Peter. Stark looks him up and down, and the smirk goes a little softer on the edges. “I owe you, Mr. Parker, for making you cry.”
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‘Pituitary Pack Problems’ on AO3
by @winterspiderpurrs & @professional-benaddict
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Omega Peter and Alpha Tony have been married for years. Peter is getting close to 40, and Tony to 50, and they are more than happy to settle with the three children they have. But, Peter is unable to get sterilising surgery, so Tony steps up to get a vasectomy. However, the surgery is not successful. Tony is getting increasingly protective, hostile and aggressive. His hormones are out of control.
When will the Alpha realise he needs help? And will he hurt his family in the process?
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starkerscuteworld · 10 months
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Peter has the prettiest doe eyes and knows how to use them. He will give Tony the biggest puppy eyes to get what he wants, when he wants it.
The relationship works perfectly as Tony loves to spoil Peter with anything he could ever want in life.
But don’t worry, Peter will make sure Tony knows how grateful he is. He will always thank Tony with a blowjob after every new surprise.
He will give the sloppiest head ever known, taking the older man all the way down until he’s gagging and choking on it.
Tony could never get over the feeling of the younger’s mouth, letting out the most whoreish moan at the feeling of Peters throat constricting around his cock.
He would gently pull Peter off and tell him not to hurt himself, only to have those fucking pretty eyes on him, brimmed with tears from the gagging.
“But I want it to hurt, Mr. Stark.” Peter would say in the sweetest voice, a voice that should not be speaking such a filthy sentence.
and who is Tony to say no to his pretty boy? After all, he gets everything he asks for.
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definitelynottony · 10 days
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Starker High School AU wip
(Peter is a sophomore and Tony a senior. Peter is a somewhat new kid, too smart, too anxious, and too pent up. Tony understands him the most and knows exactly what the kid needs. BDSM, Daddy kink, underaged, angsty)
"Bad boys get punished, Pete." Tony rumbled lowly.
"...holy shit." Peter panted, out of breath. A bolt of heat shot through him, an electrical shock that left him tingling. "Fuck. Yeah, punish me then Daddy, please." Peter didn't realize he had whispered it out loud until after it was said. Until after it was too late to take it back.
... The whole time, Tony had been corralling Peter to the closest wall available. When they got close enough, Tony shoved the younger teen against it. Peter winced; more from the shock of the cool, pale toned sheetrock against his back than the force itself. Tony kept firm against him. Chest to chest, pressing Peter's arms above his head, pinning him to the wall.
"Say it again." The darker haired teen demanded in a rough whisper against Peter's ear.
"Punish me... Daddy." Peter's tongue felt heavy. The tension was heady, and the younger teen had no idea what was happening, but he never wanted it to stop.
"Fuuuck" Tony drawled out. His head dropped to the crook of Peter's neck, like the air was too thick and he needed a second to just breathe. That thought alone turned Peter on almost as much as the mouth that was licking its way to his ear.
"God." Tony huffed out, irritated. Why was he irritated? Peter was feeling amazing! "Alright, sweetheart, if we're doing this, then we need to get a couple of things outta the way first."
"Holy fuck…" Tony groaned, head back, eyes closed. He was on some cloud nine shit. "Jesus! You're so fucking good, baby. Sound like a spoiled little princess." Tony crooned, feeling that familiar bullet of heat going straight to his cock. It was honestly starting to hurt at this point, the way it strained against his jeans. "But I need you to shut up-"
"Yeah. I thought that's what we were doing?” Peter gestured down to their very noticeable situations. “Come on, I thought you were gonna punish me? Punish me! Please, Daddy." He whined like a brat because Peter Parker is a brat. A bossy brat and Tony fucking loved it.
"Bu-"
"I said shut it."
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tn-pt · 3 months
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Starker expecting together would include…
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Inspired by the "New addition to the family" prompt by @starkerfestivals
tags: teen mpreg, hurt & comfort, mention of miscarriage but nothing really happens.
this is basically just a headcanon dump because I'm currently incapable of writing a full fic, maybe in the future.
Yes, it was an accident.
Everyone gets angry at first and advises them against keeping the baby; Peter's too young, Tony's too old, it would never work out.
TNPT hold out against the criticism, everyone turns their minds around at one point or the other after seeing them together.
TNPT grow closer than ever throughout the pregnancy despite the complicated feelings; Tony feels guilty for knocking Peter up and delaying his academic and hero career down, and Peter is scared his spider situation might hurt the fetus or that Tony would get overwhelmed with the pressure they're facing and start hating him.
Contrary to popular belief Tony wants to be a dad, he always has. Was he mildly terrified of ending up like his father? Yes, but getting a chance to do this with Peter changed everything.
He's an extremely supportive partner. He's by Peter's side at all times. He can practically smell Peter's tears before he cries. He's always prepared with tissues, words of comfort and Peter's favorite snacks.
He takes Peter's emotional outbursts like a mentally stable champ, reassuring him as many times as he has to. Especially considering that the kid's previous support system which consisted of his Aunt and few friends had collapsed at first.
May will change her mind first though, because her desire to be there for Peter outweighs the desire to kill Tony.
With such a new and intense experience, Peter is worried and anxious most of the time. But Tony is there to be even more anxious than Peter, which strangely calms the younger one down because he knows he's in good hands.
You thought a normal pregnancy was tough? Try making a baby inside Peter's strange super human body (they didn't even think it was possible).
The accidents he has are extra embarrassing, no questions are answered with a simple google search, the medical tests are endless. Tony collects all his research in one book and jokes about how only one copy of it will be sold. 
The only good thing about the baby making process is how little Peter shows. It takes him a lengthy 5 months before his baby bump looks more like an actual baby bump rather than a post-holiday-binge bloating.
The lack of bump worries Tony, of course, but their OB/GYN (previously May's doctor who Tony mostly refuses to listen to) reassures them that it's normal.
After that Tony just teases Peter about his "beer belly" and makes the younger roll his eyes because he's not old enough to drink.
The teasing ends when Tony presses his face to Peter's stomach and fake-whines "Where's my baby hmm? You in there?"
It makes Peter cry, he never does it again.
A miscarriage scare is unfortunately part of the journey. Peter feels an unusual ache in his hips and back and asks Tony for cuddles, when Tony climbs into the bed behind him and sees a spot of blood on the back of his boyfriend's shorts he bolts into action without a thought.
He lifts Peter into his arms and tells him to stay calm as he calls Happy and asks for a ride to the hospital. His panicked voice is what it takes for his friend who had cut ties between them to tokyo drift back into his life. 
Tony tries to be as reassuring as possible as he slides into the backseat with Peter still in his arms but Peter loses consciousness due to anxiety. Tony immediately breaks down and starts crying, begging Peter to wake up and stay with him.
Thankfully, It turns out the bleeding was due to the changes in Peter's cervix and it was very much normal.
Tony almost feels embarrassed for having cried like that in front of Happy but the man himself was wiping his tears as they waited on the results.
MJ, Ned and Pepper finally join the TNPT support boat. Peter's not sure if his scare had anything to do with it but nevertheless he's grateful to have his friends by his side again, despite the strange questions and threats aimed at the father of his baby (it's mainly MJ).
As for Pepper, Tony's absolutely sure it was Happy who talked her into it. He puts his pride aside and accepts the passive aggressive ways his blonde friend helps him out, even if her advice is laced with criticism, he was starting to lose his mind trying to balance everything on his own.
Pepper handles two major headaches; the media, and buying TNPT's new house. She decorates it to be completely baby proof and far far away from the bustling city and paparazzi, just as Peter daydreamed to Tony a few months back. Tony and Peter are more grateful than anything.
TNPT move out as soon as they can.
Peter thinks his stuff “looks like a kid's clutter” in the fancy house and it makes him cry. So naturally, Tony quickly replaces 90% of the furniture with a more “cozy” type, something that reminds Peter of his home in Queens.
Watching Peter lift a couch around their new living room because "It just looks weird there," while he's several months pregnant makes Tony feel things he's never felt before and it's hard to keep his hands off of his boyfriend no matter how hard he tries (he doesn't really try)
It's January the 7th when their daughter joins the world.
After a long and intense labor that Tony had thankfully prepared for with multiple protocols, the Starks leave the delivery room as victors (Tony's wrist may be dislocated but that's a small price to pay)
"Ruby.." Peter whispers a name that hadn't even made it to the list they put together after getting the gender spoiled by May's (and now Peter's) ex OB/GYN.
Tony immediately nods "Yeah, Ruby." They share a kiss and smile tiredly at each other. Peter has never looked more beautiful, skin flushed, covered in sweat and tears.. and possibly other fluids.
Peter needs to be coaxed into letting the nurses take his daughter off of his chest, Tony promises he'll go with them and even film everything they do. Peter will later watch these videos when she turns a year old and cry.
Did I mention protective Tony? Let me say it again, he's on top of everything. He bought the entire hospital behind Peter's back. He knew exactly which doctor and nurses would deliver their baby. He background checked every single staff member working that day. Actually, the section they were in was cleared out a week prior to ensure Peter's privacy and comfort, and it works. (who said money couldn't buy happiness?)
Either way, nobody breathes next to Peter without Tony's permission, even though he and his wrist are well aware of his boyfriend's strength.
Peter keeps telling Tony he's completely recovered, and so do the doctors, but Tony refuses to take any chances.
Peter only listens because it's Tony.
It's a week after Peter had given birth to their frankly ugly but absolutely tiny and adorable Ruby that the Starks leave the hospital to start a new life together in their home.
[Part 2 pending.]
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winterspiderpurrs · 6 months
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Okay but Mob Au where boss Howard Stark starts bringing a 20 year old Peter around.
At first the rumors swirl about him being a at home health aid. Then the rumors start of him being his illegitimate son.
So yeah Tony goes to investigate. He is primed to take over the business and no kid is gonna prevent that.
But what he discovers is this bambi eyed twink, who is the sweetest thing. He was NOT expecting Peter to be the sugar baby of his father. And as far as he can tell that Howard is pulling out all the stops to try to get a taste....
Well why have the older model when you can have the newer one? Tony plots to take Peter from Howard.
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starkermoods · 7 months
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High School AU (againnn… I really can’t get enough of these) Tony sleeps over at Peters house for the first time and it’s their first sleepover as a couple
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pretty-bratty · 24 days
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Peter's and Tony's aesthetic from This Is Family Business and a Mafia card for @starkerfestivals Extended AUpril (the card below)
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authoressofdarkness · 8 months
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Summer Bingo Fill: Public Claiming @starkerfestivals
A little twist on this prompt born from seeing this idek how old post from @monster-cock69 this morning and frantically writing this in less than 30 minutes. This is completely unbetaed and straight from the dredges of my brain, fair warning.
Idk if anyone has written anything based off of it yet but still, I hope they (and all of you) enjoy it! (Mafia typical violence here, but nothing too graphic!)
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Peter thanks every being in the universe that his jacket is still on as he rounds the corner, stumbling. It does nothing for the cold that seems to come from somewhere inside him right now, but there's another reason he is glad he has it, right?
He's lost a lot of blood – just enough for the world to feel fuzzy around the edges. There's a shallow slice on his throat that is weeping small tears of blood from where he very narrowly avoided having his throat cut a few minutes ago, and a split above his eyebrow from hitting his face on… something, he doesn't remember. It's all kind of a blur, now, and all he remembers is the gleam of metal, the way the turned down lights reflected off of it just right, and the punishing grip on his thighs.
He can't remember how he escaped or even how he got here, only that he'd ran and now he's here, however many blocks away from the club where he'd started and he's probably still being pursued. He needs to hide. No, he needs help.
But who would come running for someone like him? Not the police. The club hasn't stopped those people from coming in with the weapons, had escorted them to a private room, might have known–
Take this, sweetheart. Just in case.
Peter's hand goes to the breast pocket of his poor excuse for a jacket at the memory. Everyone knew who Tony Stark was. Peter isn't oblivious to who his regular customers are, though he would never dare even make eye contact with a man like that outside of work, especially not if they were a client. Rules and such.
The criminal had tucked the card in his pocket at the end of their last little tryst, and Peter had let him, though he had no intention of ever using it. But now… 
Shouting in the distance breaks through the fog making its way across Peter's brain, kicking him into action. Now isn't the time to be indecisive. And worrying about his life or his job after this was moot if he didn't survive.
He finds the nearest dumpster and crawls behind it, trying not to gag at the smell. His phone is somehow still tucked in the band of his fishnets, probably kept in place by the silky scarf tied around his hips. He pulls it out with shaking hands, retrieves Stark's card, and waits.
It cuts off after the second ring. Peter thinks he's been hung up on for a moment until a voice snaps into the silence, "Speak."
"Mr. Stark?" Oh God, he sounds like a literal child. If he even recognizes him—
"Peter?" The ice melts out of Stark's voice immediately, replaced with something like urgency. "What's wrong?"
"I–" The sob sticks in his throat, and the words stop. He can't summarize the horrors of what just happened, and the reality of how cold he is and the voices getting nearer is starting to set in. "They tried to–" His voice falters again.
Stark doesn't push him for the details. He hears the rustling on the other line, and something that might have been a door slamming. "Who?"
"I don't know– 'm cold, Mr. Stark, and I don't really remember– just ran–"
"It's okay, I'll take care of it, Peter. You did good to get away. Where are you now?"
"Dunno– went out the back door and kinda ran–"
"The back door of the club?" 
"Yeah–"
"We'll find you. Are you safe now?"
Peter stops to listen. "I'm not sure, I think someone followed me– I'm hiding, but–" 
"Stay hidden. We'll find you."
The line goes dead.
Peter stares at the phone in his hand, wondering for a second if this was even real. His vision is swimming, and the sounds of pursuit that seemed so close a minute ago are hard for him to grasp now. He looks down and realizes there's blood coming from somewhere on his torso, another wound he must not have noticed, wasn't feeling because of the adrenaline rush, but– oh, it's a lot of blood, no wonder he feels like this.
Eventually the voices get close enough that they start to penetrate the fog on his mind again, but Peter is barely holding on to consciousness and any sense of fear or urgency is not quite tangible enough to make him move.
Someone hauls him out from behind the dumpster. Peter struggles, but there's no strength left behind the movement. A kick to the ribs sends him to the ground, sprawled face down on the concrete.
Words float to him as if in a dream.
"Move, Stark, and I'll blow his brains out right in front of you."
"You and I both know you intend to kill him anyway."
"True. But you're not going to get your gun up quick enough to kill me first."
Peter raises his head a little. Mr. Stark is there, maybe twenty feet away, silhouetted by the street lights on either end of the alley like some dark angel. The man's eyes are on Peter, and his lips turn up in a little smirk.
"I don't have to. You'll never touch anything that belongs to me again."
The gunshot that follows makes Peter jump. Which is good, because if he can jump, then he's not dead, which means it wasn't directed at him. He prefers being startled any day.
"About goddamn time, Happy, what took you so long–"
"Things at the club were messy, boss, you're not gonna like this one–"
The words turn into a droning background noise when Stark appears in front of him, kneeling to his level. "Peter, focus up, doll. Are you alright?"
 Peter tries to nod, but his head just falls against Stark's foot limply. He's so tired. And cold, and–
"Peter." Stark sounds more frantic now. "Happy, find me a medic, now–"
"Everyone's a little busy right now–"
"I don't give a flying fuck– Peter, don't you dare go to sleep."
The words are directed at him. Somehow, Peter recognizes that much. Normally he wouldn't dare to disobey an order from Tony Stark, especially with that tone. But the frizzle of fear that runs down his spine isn't enough to stop him. His eyes are so heavy. He closes them before he can realize it. 
The last thing he hears is Tony Stark swearing above him.
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It's also the first thing he hears when he comes to, just briefly, while they're working on him. The stinging in his side while they stitch him up – that has to be what they're doing, though the pain is dulled so much it's hard to be sure – is enough to pull him towards the surface of consciousness. 
Peter thinks he's in a vehicle, if the subtle thrum of the engine is anything to go off of. But he's laid out comfortably on something soft, and there's something warm under his head, and the hands that are prodding at him are gentle and surprisingly steady.
"He was in shock by the time you got to him. You're lucky he's alive."
Another voice, the one from the alley. Happy? "I can't believe he is. I can't believe he got away in that state."
Fingers card through his hair. Stark's voice, thoughtful, but tired, strained in a way he'd never heard it. "He was out of it, even when he called me. But he didn't say anything— nothing that indicated we were going to walk into a situation like that. He said they tried to do something to him, but couldn't tell me what. I thought someone raped him, not tried to slit his fucking throat. Nothing could have prepared me for that." 
"I wonder who orchestrated that kind of hit. It's so random…" 
"Unless they had some kind of clue…"
"Next time it won't be taken as random. We made our claim pretty clear."
The conversation devolves from there, but Stark's hand in his hair stays consistent. Peter never opens his eyes, finding them far too heavy and himself too tired to even try. The hand in his hair is just the right mix of possessive and comforting. As soon as the dull pain in his side fades, Peter is gone again, too.
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The next time Peter wakes up, he's in bed. 
Well, someone else's bed. Not his.
For a moment, he wonders if everything was a dream. The card, the attack, the phone call, all of it. But then he tried to roll over and pain sparks through his side, and he realizes it was all very real.
"Take it easy, Peter."
Peter jumps a little and looks up, and yeah, that's Tony Stark on the other side of the bed. He wets his lips. "'M… sorry, Mr. Stark."
The elder man looks down at him, raising an eyebrow. "You've been awake for thirty seconds and you're already sorry for something? I just don't want you to hurt yourself more than you are, kid."
Peter flushes, mind flitting to all the other times Stark had called him kid when they were alone for just a second before reeling himself back in. "I– thank you, Mr. Stark. Not just for that, but for… saving me, and everything."
Stark turns to face him more fully. "Well, when my favorite boy calls for help, of course I'm going to be there." His fingers find Peter's hair again, and Peter tilts his head into the touch almost automatically. "It was a bit more of an undertaking than I had imagined, admittedly, but I would do it again, if you needed me to."
"I'm your favorite boy?" Peter's cheeks turn even redder as he looks up at Stark through his lashes.
"Do you think I give my personal number out to just anybody, you silly thing? Of course you're my favorite." Tony runs a thumb over Peter's bottom lip. "And you're my only, now. Would be a shame to keep you here and not utilize your services, wouldn't it?"
"You're going to keep me here?" Old fear sets in with a vengeance, but Tony grips his hair before Peter can pull away and leans over him.
"Shh, don't be like that. You don't have to be afraid." Tony sighs a little, stroking the boy's cheek. "I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart. But I made a very public claim on you by showing up last night. We killed… oh, at least eight people, and left the club in shambles. It's not going to take very long for word to spread." 
"You killed eight people? Because of me?" Peter hadn't been with it enough to have any understanding of that, but it was the logical explanation. He suddenly remembers the gunshot right above him and feels a bit queasy.
"I kill people all the time, sweetheart. Eight is nothing. Especially when they were putting their hands on my property."
My property. Peter is Tony Stark's property. A shiver goes through him.
Tony notices, and he offers him a small smile. "I killed the owner too, you know. Your handler is dead. Your contract is with me, now."
Peter swallows thickly. His contract is gone, too — but he doesn't allow himself to savor the freedom too much, not yet. "And how am I to work that off?"
Tony's eyes are bright and wicked. "I think you know, puppy."
Peter barely bites back the whimper that rises in his throat at Stark's pet name for him, and he raises his head before he's even conscious of the decision to do so, kissing him.
Mr. Stark kisses back, the hand still tight in his hair, keeping him right where he wants him as his tongue slides against Peter's, dipping into his mouth for a moment before pulling back. "Right answer," he murmurs, kissing him again, chastely this time. "But not now. You need to rest. I want you to enjoy it when I take you apart, Peter, not just be pushing through because you think you owe me."
Peter watches him sit up, breathing still a little shaky. "Don't I, though?"
"I suppose you do, but I'll take my repayment when and how I please. This isn't it." Stark stretches. "I'm going to get us some food. Stay there. Rest. I mean it."
There is nothing for Peter to do but comply.
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spider-mancan · 8 months
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Sensory Integration
Peter is going through a breakup, which — that's rough, buddy. Even worse? He's got a little...spider problem.
Mr. Stark has always said he'll help Peter with anything he needs, but when what he needs is to be fucked within an inch of his life? Peter can't rely on Mr. Stark for that.
A hand job in the lab, though? With a mentor like Tony Stark, no one ever said Peter has good ideas.
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