#ironspider fic

[starkermeup]

When there is only you

Tony becomes infatuated at first sight with Peter and kidnaps him from a bus stop.

Warnings: underage, drugging, dubcon, kidnapping

Crossposted on AO3

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Part 1

Peter sighs as he checks his phone. It read 4:30 pm in an almost mocking way. He had just finished tutoring underclassmen when it started pouring rain outside. Just his luck. Peter looked through his bookbag and was mentally kicking himself for not packing an umbrella like May had instructed him to. By the time he'd arrived home, he was going to be soaked.

Peter braced himself for the stormy weather and began speed walking to the nearest bus stop, praying to all the Gods that the 118 was still running.

It's a short walk and Peter promptly goes under the small glass shelter, pulling out his phone.

"Thank God!" Peter exclaims to himself, pleased to see the nasty weather had not disturbed the bus schedule. The next one should be here within fifteen minutes, Peter could tough it out in no time.

"Happy, can you turn the heat up? I'm practically freezing back here," Tony says, annoyed. The rain always had a way of souring his mood.

"Sure thing, Boss," Happy says with a sigh, turning the knob on the heat.

"Can you drive any faster? You know I'm not keen on being stuck in the rain." Tony says, mindlessly staring at the window.

"This is the speed limit," Happy mentions halfheartedly, indifferent to Tony's bitter attitude by now. "I'm guessing that meeting rubbed you the wrong way, huh Boss?"

Tony rolled his eyes at the mention. "What kind of idiot refuses a multi-million dollar for something as ridiculous as 'morals'? I'm trying to create the future here. That Rogers guy is out of his mind." He rants.

Happy hums in response, knowing better than to disagree with Tony when he's like this.

"I even go out of my way to have the meeting at his building, which is at least three times smaller than my own only for Mr. Righteous to say no to a deal of a lifetime. Christ."

"Well, you have options. You don't have to work with Steve Rogers, didn't you mention there was a page long of people interested in extremis?"

Tony was about to respond but as the limo stops at the light, Tony sees him. A boy, maybe a teenager, sitting by himself at the bus stop. He was sitting there, baby-faced and all, his hair looked damp and curly. His clothes are a little baggy and his thin hoodie damp, doing next to nothing to keep him dry.

He looked cold and uncomfortable, helpless. Like a stray little puppy in a cardboard box and Tony wanted him. He wanted him bad.

"Sir?"

"Happy, be a good driver and pull in front of that bus stop."

"It's okay, May, you don't have to pick me up. I'll be home soon, the buses are just running late. I know, okay. Love you too, bye." Peter ended the call with a huff. He loved his Aunt May but she could be so overprotective sometimes. Peter was 16 now, not 6, he could handle himself just fine. He pulls his hoodie over his head in an attempt to warm up. It was a meager attempt at best but it was better than nothing.

Just then a slick black limousine pulls up right in front of the teen, much to his confusion. He doesn't get a chance to question it because the backseat window rolls down and a pair of sharp eyes are staring him down.

"Hey kid, come here for a moment," Tony says, motioning Peter closer. Despite the rain, Peter's feet move on their own, too curious about what someone in such a fancy car would want from him. "What are you doing out here in the rain?" He asks.

"I-I'm waiting for the bus Sir," Peter says, blinking the wet droplets from his eyes.

"Well that's no good, you'll get sick out here waiting for a bus," Tony says like it's obvious and Peter feels a little stupid. Maybe he should have let May pick him up. Now this mysterious guy with limo and chauffeur must think he's a moron.

"Yeah, I guess so, but I have no other way to get home," Peter says and looks down at his soaked converse.

"Well, let's change that. Hop in, I'll give you a ride," Tony exclaims. Peter's eyes widen, but he's hesitant. "I can't ask that of you. I don't even know you-"

"Then let's change that, I'm Tony, and you are?"

Peter nervously bit his lip at the man's boldness. "P-Peter Parker."

"Great, Peter, now that we are on a first-name basis, you can accept my kind offer and get in the car," Tony says with enough authority in his voice that Peter cannot help but comply.

"Y-yes sir," He walks around the side of the stretch, finding the door unlocked. He climbs in and is immediately greeted with warmth. The limo was spacious, with black leather seats. Everything looked so expensive that Peter felt incredibly out of place.

"Make yourself comfortable," Tony says and it's then that the two get a good look at the other.

The man looked expensive and handsome and...

The boy was even prettier up close. Big brown bambi eyes with wet brown curls to match, sticking to his forehead and his cheeks were a rosy pink from the weather. He did look like a hopeless little pup and Tony wanted to take him home and never let him go.

"You're probably freezing, here," Tony says, handing the teen a towel. "So where do you live?

"Q-Queens,” Peter took the towel gratefully, but his eyes were unmoving from the man. “You're Tony Stark."

Tony raises an eyebrow then chuckles. "Yes, I thought we already did introductions." He taps on the separator, signaling for Happy to pull off.

Peter blushes and wipes his damp face. "No, I mean I didn't know you were The Tony Stark. The one on the cover of every business and science magazine. Multi-millionaire owner of Stark Industries. I-I'm a big fan of your work!" Peter gushes.

Tony chuckled darkly. The kid is also a fanboy? Color him completely intrigued with Peter now.

"I'm flattered. It's nice to know I'm influencing kids for the better."

Peter pouted at that, how cute. "I'm not a kid. I'm at the top of all my classes and taking advanced chemistry and advanced calculus."

Tony smirked. The kid was a genius too, this couldn't get any better. "Sounds like you got a lot on your plate. How old are you, Peter?" He asks, leaning over to the minibar.

"I'm sixteen and I know it may seem like a lot but this is what colleges want to see. If I want to get a scholarship to a good school then I'm going to need every credential I can get. That's why I was standing out there. I was late for my usual bus because I was tutoring a freshman. Universities love community service," Peter says, confident like he's proud of his efforts and he should be. Tony resists the urge to rub his head like a good puppy. Can't scare the boy away quite yet.

Instead, he reaches forward, grabbing two mugs and pouring hot cappuccino into them. Then, with his back turned to Peter, he slips a small dissolving pill into the teenager's drink. The pills were sleeping tablets that Pepper insisted he carries with him to avoid all-nighters. He never actually took them, only had them to keep her off his back. But they will finally be able to serve their purpose and for a good cause too. Pepper would be proud.

He gives Peter a grin as he motions for him to take the mug. "That's impressive. What schools are you interested in?"

Peter wasn't big on coffee but the aroma of the hot substance smelled delightful so he went to take a sip and hummed. The coffee tasted so good and felt even better going down his cold body. He took another swing before answering the man. He didn't want to be rude of course.

"I was aiming for NYU since it's local and an amazing school, but I would also love to get into MIT. They have all the programs I want and, um, also because you went there." Peter says, blushing at his confession. Why must he always embarrass himself, especially in front of a guy he idolizes? An unreal experience like this happening to him and he still can't help gushing like a pathetic fanboy. When he doesn't get an instant reply, he nervously meets Mr. Stark's eyes. To his surprise the man is staring at him with dark eyes filled with, Peter doesn't know what. Before Peter can get a read on it, Tony seemingly snaps out of it and tilts his head at the boy.

"Really? You wanna be like me Peter? I admire that. And you wanna know why?" Tony asks and Peter shakes his head and sips down more coffee. "Because, you're a smart kid―teenager and if a smart teenager like you wants to be like me, then that means I'm doing something right after all." Tony finishes.

Peter feels his face heat up again and it's not because of the hot beverage in his clammy hands.

"T-thank you so much. I-It means everything coming from you." Peter smiles genuinely and Tony loves it and wants to see that beautiful smile all the time.

Tony smiles back, "No problem at all, Peter. Say, do you like science? And I don't mean in an ‘I like it enough to study so I can get good grades’, I mean do you, generally speaking, have an interest in it?"

"I like it. Love it, actually. I believe that science can change the world. Open possibilities that can make life easier and I want to be a part of that difference. I guess that sounds pretty lame, huh?" Peter bashfully rubs a hand through his hair.

Tony shakes his head. "Not at all, I think it's rather noble. It takes guts to make a real difference." He crooks his neck at the boy. "You know, what colleges love more than good grades and a couple of community hours? Internships at prestigious multi-million companies run by one of their alumni." Peter's eyes widen as the man continues. "How would you like an internship at Stark Industries?"

"W-What? Are you serious? We just met! Why me?" Peter was astonished by the offer. "I'm just, well, me."

Tony rubbed the boy's shoulder and was delighted when he didn't move away, in fact, he inched closer as if he couldn't believe what Tony was offering. "Why not you? You're clearly smart and motivated. We need young innovative minds that want to make a difference. Why not start with you?"

Peter couldn't believe what Tony was saying. Couldn't believe his luck. The Tony Stark offers him an internship at Stark Industries. It was unreal, too good to be true. He pinches his hand to wake up just in case this was all some elaborate dream but it was real. Tony chuckled, observing his actions.

"You're not dreaming Peter. I see something in you, maybe a young me, but someone who will not give up on the greater good, and its minds like that shape the future. So what do you say?" Tony says.

"Y-yes! A hundred times yes! I'd love to work for you, Mr. Stark! This is like a dream come true." Peter replies, still over the moon at the prospect that Stark sees something in him.

A handsome smirk graced Tony's face and he patted Peter's thigh, to which the teen found himself blushing.

"That's what I like to hear. I think this calls for a toast, don't you?" The man asks and Peter nods his head smiling, fully starstruck. "Since you're still a minor and wet, why don't we just have another round of coffee?" Stark gathered their mugs for a refill as Peter pats down his hair.

"Sounds like a great idea Mr. Stark!" Peter chirps.

After the toast, they cling their mugs together and Peter drinks all the warm goodness in one go, much to the older man's amusement.

"Someone's quite thirsty huh?" Tony comments, sipping his coffee languishingly.

Peter nods again but this time he finds his vision kind of blurry. "Y-yeah, well, this is definitely a thing to celebrate too." The teen says, suddenly feeling very tired. He blinks his eyes a few times but his eyesight only seems to be getting weaker. This wasn't good. His gaze lingered on Stark who was quickly turning into a blurry blob in his vision by the second. "A-are we almost home yet?"

Tony could only smirk as the pills did their magic on Peter, leaving the boy confused and disheveled. Peter reaches forward only to lose his balance and Tony catches him. The teen was so small in Tony's arms, so fragile, he was gonna keep him forever.

"Careful there," Tony says gently, pulling Peter to his side and wrapping his arm over him.

"S-Sir? I need to get home." Peter whimpers, unable to fight off unconsciousness. Tony hummed, relishing in the solid comfort of the teen, resting on him.

"Don't worry Peter, we'll be home soon," Tony whispers, rubbing Peter's shoulder as the teen closes his eyes.

When Peter comes to, the first thing he feels is the comfort of a firm bed underneath him, and the second, is a pair of large hands on his body, feeling him up. He whines, and tries moving away from the groping fingers but finds his limbs are heavy and his arms are, in fact, tied together above his head. Cool air brushes his skin and he realizes then that he's completely naked from the waist down. He opens his eyes slowly, vision still fuzzy on the comedown and taking in a figure above him.

"Whaaa-" Peter breathes still confused about what's exactly going on. It's not until he feels something prodding his hole that he jumps, forcing his eyes wide.

"Shh, honey, just relax for me," a voice says that belongs to none other than Tony Stark. It's then that panic settles in his body and he tries to jerk away from the man with all of his strength but his muscles remain weak, leaving Peter at the man's will.

Peter cries out when Tony presses what Peter now knows is his blunt finger inside of him. His head is still drowning in confusion. He doesn't like this. "S-stop it, please. I don't want this, M-Mr. Stark please stop- aaahh!"

Tony's other hand makes contact with Peter's cock, warm to the touch as he strokes the boy to hardness quite quickly.

"Don't fight it, Peter, look how your little cock likes it. It feels good doesn't it?" Tony coos, jerking and fingering Peter simultaneously.

Peter feels tears filling his eyes, he felt so exposed. Why was Mr. Stark doing this? Why was his body reacting this way to the man? He didn't understand. He whimpered as he felt another finger enter him.

"Sir, why are you doing this to me? I'm sorry if I did something wrong." He asks, noting how dry his mouth felt. At that Tony paused and stared at him with the same dark eyes he gave him in the limo, the ones that now shook Peter to his very core.

"Because you're mine, Peter."

As the boy looked back at him with teary eyes and a rosy face, Tony knew he made an excellent choice. Peter was beautiful, even more so like this. Spread out just for him to devour and taint. He lifted the bottom of his t-shirt sliding it up until Peter's pink nipples were insight. Tony's mouth watered at the view. He leaned over and licked one into his mouth and the boy howled in his ear.

"P-please, ah, I'm- sensitive ahh stop it," Peter babbled on between shy moans that Tony simply couldn't get enough of. He switched nipples and fastened his hand on Peter's cock. "S-stop! I'm going to-" the boy cries out as he orgasms, hot cum dripping into Tony's fingers.

"Hmm, that's it, baby, let it all out," Tony encourages, gathering the sticky substance on three fingers only to slide them into Peter in one go. He watches in awe at how easy they go in. "Look at that, your eager little hole is dying for more. Don't deny yourself this when your body wants it so bad."

Peter sniffed and closed his eyes, trying to wake up from this nightmare but with every thrust, Stark made with his fingers he was reminded of how painfully real it was.

One thrust, in particular, had Peter whipping his head back and a beautiful moan coming from his lips. Tony's cock throbbed as he hit the soft spot inside Peter again, loving how vocal his boy was.

Peter was fully crying now, tears running down his cheeks. "Please s-stop, I can't take it anymore. Please, Mr. Stark." Peter pleaded with big reddish eyes. Tony gently smiles at him and slips his fingers out of Peter. The teen looked hopeful for a moment until Tony positioned his fat cockhead to Peter's entrance. The fight in him returned instantly. "N-no! Stop! Please I-I don't want this!" He pulled at his restraints in a frenzy to get away but his efforts were all for null.

Tony sucks his teeth, he thought the boy would give in more easily after he pulled a release from him but this was fine too. He just had to calm his little lover. The man leaned over the teen, and kissed his forehead, then both his cheeks and a peck on his lips.

"Peter, you have nothing to be afraid of. I'm going to make it so good for you." He cradles his boy's face, making sure he maintains eye contact.

Peter blushes, looking down at the man's cock, and shudders. "I-I've never..." He trails off but Tony already knows. Something dark stirred inside him at the knowledge that he will be the boy's first and hopefully his last.

"That's what makes it better. I'll be your first and you'll know firsthand just how good sex can feel." Tony coos, petting the boy's face like he was a porcelain doll that would break.

Peter still looked unconvinced and sniffled. "It won't fit."

"Of course, it will honey, that's why I spent so much time fingering you open even before you woke from your little slumber." Peter's eyes widen but his words are swallowed as Tony starts pushing in. "Now, just relax and let me make us both feel good okay?" He breaks off in a groan, slipping into Peter's tight heat inch by inch.

Peter cries out as the man's invasion doesn't seem to end. Despite Mr. Stark's claims of stretching him out, it hurt. He was too big, more tears rolled down the teen's face as he was steadily split open.

"Too much too much too much," Peter chants, whimpering and wishing it was over. He felt like he was gonna die.

Tony wiped away a fallen tear and tasted it. Salty but so sweet, just like his boy. "Just a little more baby, let me in," He hummed. Soon enough, he was balls deep in his perfect boy. "See that wasn't too bad, hm?"

Peter shut his eyes and whined, hating the feeling of being full of cock. This was far from how he pictured his first time. He couldn't believe he was losing his virginity to a man he barely knew.

Tony bottoms out and not nearly as slowly as Peter would like, pulls out and slams back in. Peter's eyes open and he locks eyes with the man as he fucks him roughly.

"Fuck, you're so good, so tight for me baby," Tony groans, not stopping his hard pace for even a second. Peter could barely hang on. It didn't hurt anymore but it was still too much and he just wanted it to end.

"P-please, S-sir-!" Peter stumbles and twitches, back arching as one thrust hits his prostate spot on. "Oh, God."

Tony smiles at him smugly, cupping the teen's jaw. Peter wished he had the strength to pull away. "What did I tell you? It's starting to feel good right?"

Peter wanted to say no just to spite the man but every time Tony slammed inside him, he hit that spot again and the teen couldn't stop the helpless pants from falling out. To his horror, he was even getting hard again and Tony took notice immediately, a reason to go faster.

"I knew you'd be perfect. Just one glance at you at that bus stop. So unarmed and sweet. Just like a little kitten. I knew I had to have you," Tony says, pressing impossibly closer to the teen. "Look at you, already hard again for him. You're such a good boy. I bet you can cum just from my cock."

The more Tony talked, the more petrified Peter became, fear holding him in a chokehold. He wished his body would get the message too. His body had betrayed him and despite the circumstances, it had started to feel good and he wanted to hate himself for giving in to the pleasure the man was creating.

Peter felt himself getting closer and high-pitched moans slipped from his lips. Tony holds the base of his cock just before he can and the boy whines in protest, causing the man to chuckle.

"Don't worry baby, I'll let you come. Just say 'Let me cum daddy'" Tony says, hitting that spot again and Peter feels like crying again. "Come on, Baby. Say it and I'll let you shoot your load."

He didn't want to give the man the satisfaction, but the pressure building in his gut was becoming too much. He needs to come so bad. "Lemme come daddy please," Peter gasped.

Tony groans. "So well mannered. Fuck, of course, baby, come for me." He releases his grasp of Peter's length and the boy is coming over his stomach. The teen's eyes roll to the back of his head as he recovers from the hardest orgasm of his life. "So perfect, I'm gonna claim you. No one else gets to touch you, Peter. You're mine now, understand?"

Peter can only nod numbly as the man pounds away. His afterglow quickly fades when the man keeps fucking him.

"Say it." Tony orders. "Say you're mine."

"I-I'm yours," Peter sniffles, and just like that Tony charges in once more and creams the teen's hole groaning deeply. Tears fall once more as reality sets in. He begins to panic but can't move and finds he has no strength left. He lays limp on the bed as Tony slowly pulls out, kissing the teen's bare neck. "P-please I need-"

"I know baby," Tony hums and frees his hands from their restraints. Peter's arms were numb and he could barely move them so the man rested them on the teen's sides.

"Why..." Peter asks, is all he can ask, suddenly overwhelmed horribly with sleepiness.

"I'll explain it better when you wake up. Sweet dreams baby." Tony cooes and it's the last thing Peter hears as his vision fades.

#i actually finished this 😭 #starker #tony stark x peter parker #starker fic #my writing #ironspider fic #ironspider

[starker-raving-mads]

For You: Part I

This is for @spiderlinging who decided this level of angst needed to exist.

Have thoughts on a follow up, unsure if I'll do it.

Edit: decided to make this multi-parted.

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX

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It had been a week since the last battle with Thanos. A week since the Blipped had returned everyone, a week since Peter awoke to Dr. Strange leading him through a portal straight into battle.

A week since Tony died.

It's all Peter can think about. The only thing he can think about. Not how traumatizing two battles back to back was, not the chaos and insanity of war, not even of how happy he should be that May and Ned and MJ are actually okay.

Instead, it's Tony, Tony, Tony. His thoughts had revolved around the older man for years now, so it wasn't new. But normally it was excitement, arousal, anticipation, joy. Now, though, it's hugging him as he felt like he was being ripped apart by the Blip. The joy of finding him and being dragged to him in a fierce hug, mid-battle, the billionaire's hands running through his hair. His voice, soft and full of this sort of grieving happiness.

"Peter," he'd said, "oh god, Peter."

And finally it was Mr. Stark's face as he sat dazed against a piece of wreckage amidst the chaos. How blank his eyes were, how little of the man was left, barely hanging on.

That face haunted his dreams, the emptiness filling up his nightmares.

And now here he was, at a lake house he could've never seen Tony living in, with people around him crying and mournful. Like they'd lost a friend when Peter felt like he'd lost a limb. Like his whole heart was being shoved out onto that lake with the last part of Tony Stark he'd ever get to see. Behind him, Happy was talking quietly to Morgan, Tony's kid - Peter's goddaughter, apparently.

He never knew you could make a dead person a godparent before, but there's a lot of things Peter never knew.

Like the thing is - Peter thought he knew grief, knew loss. His parents when he was a kid, Uncle Ben just after he'd gotten his powers. These were huge, space-taking people in his soul but losing Tony? Losing Tony was worse than anything he'd ever experienced before. He felt bad about it, sometimes. Because shouldn't his family have been the ones that meant the most, hurt the most? But then again, Tony had been everything. He'd always sort of thought he loved Tony in the way someone might love an idol, like his feelings were somehow offset by hero worship and being a teenager but it was so much more than that.

It might've started off that way, but after years of knowing him, being his friend through tough times and glad ones - it morphed along the way without him really noticing it. Got deeper, got more meaningful with every lab session and every time Tony said, "Just stay the night kid, you know where your room is. Aunt Hottie doesn't need to be woken up at 3AM with you coming home anyway."

The teen thought he'd cried every ounce of pain from him in the week since the battle, but as his eyes misted up again, he turned and headed around the back of the cabin. It was empty of people on this side and he slid down in the corner where the porch extruded out of the building. Hands covering his face, barely aware of the rotting, damp leaves under him. He just needed a minute to get it together. Just one minute and he'd -

A sound of footsteps approaching, light ones, made him stand back up again and wipe his face free of tears. He knew from experience that his eyes would be a horrible red against how pale his skin was, but there was nothing to be done about it.

Around the corner came Pepper in her funeral clothes, looking at him blankly. It was clear she'd been looking for him but he couldn't figure out why. They just stared at each other for a second, neither moving, and as the moments ticked on he got increasingly uncomfortable and awkward around this powerhouse of a woman he'd never really spent time with.

"Sorry, I just needed to step away for a - "

"He did it because of you, you know," she said, voice as neutral as her face. He blinked at her.

"I'm sorry, what - ?"

"He did it for you." And there was the anger. Her face transformed with it, skin flushing a red that clashed with her hair in a way that was still, somehow, beautiful. It was easy to see why Tony picked her out of everyone. Before he could say anything, she continued. "He told me," she said, tears clouding her voice, nose stuffing up with emotion, "that he'd figured it out. Figured out how to save everyone."

She laughed and it was the most hateful sound he'd ever heard. Shaking her head, smiling in a way that said 'fed up', she said, "But I knew. I knew he didn't do it to be the savior of humanity. His ego was always big, and he was always willing to sacrifice if he thought the price was worth it." She stopped again and stared at him, face contorting.

"He saved a lot of people," Peter agreed, spidey-sense screaming at him and he didn't know why. Every hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and he felt like he was being bombarded. It was nauseating.

"He didn't save people, Peter," she screeched, stomping toward him, hand fisted around a cloth handkerchief, finger pointing at his face. "Tony's ego was always enough to think he could save the world," she continued, voice as mad as a wolf's growl, "but he didn't do it for them. He did it for you." She hissed out, "He kept your picture in the kitchen and just stared at it - all the time! Stared at it like you were some missing part of him and if he just looked long enough you'd reappear." She laughed again, rolling her eyes.

Behind her, a crowd was appearing. Sam and Bucky first, eyes scoping out the situation like the heroes they were. Then Happy, peaking around. The other teenager - Harley, Peter remembered - was further back, near the trees, watching with a ducked face, riveted.

"Tony saved the universe," she agreed, voice even more watery. "But he didn't do it for them - he did it for you." She had moved forward enough now to jab her finger into his chest. "He could've killed everyone with his stupid time travel bullshit," she spat, jabbing harder. "He could've undone reality with it, he could've made it to where Morgan never existed." She sobbed and the anger started to drain from her, head bending. "But it didn't matter as long as he got you back." She sobbed again and as much as his heart was rending itself atom by atom by what she was saying, he couldn't fault her anger, her rage, her sadness.

He stepped forward and she dropped onto him, letting him hold her weight up as she continued to sob.

"He did it for you."

And Peter had never heard anything worse in his entire, fucked up existence.

How was he ever going to live with himself now, knowing this.

How?

#ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #starker #tony stark x peter parker #iron man #peter x tony #peter parker #spiderman #tony stark #pepper potts #tony stark x pepper potts #angst #no beta we die like men #for you fic

[definitelynottony]

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."

#mywritings #starker #starker au #starker wip #tnpt #starker high school au #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #starker fic

[pretty-bratty]

MAMMA MIA! STARKER AU

"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.

#starker #starker au #starker fic #starker moodboard #mamma mia au #tnpt #tony stark #peter parker #peter parker x tony stark #peter parker/tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark/peter parker #stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #starker edits #bucky barnes x steve rogers #steve rogers x bucky barnes #ironspider

[peterstrk]

“When will you stop calling me Mr. Stark?”

“I don’t know… never? It is your name, yeah?”

“Uh-huh, I know it, but Pete, you know you can call me Tony, right? Or anything you want, for that matter. You have my permission, sweetheart.”

“Oh, Sweetheart, I like it! Anything I want, huh, Dr. Stark?”

“Ugh… I brought that on myself, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did. However, I have a question to ask you.”

“Sure, ask away.”

“Um, I know it sounds silly, but I can’t help but feel like you’ve lived all these moments with others too. And no, I don’t judge you or anything, but it’s just… everyone you’ve ever been with has had the privilege to call you by your name and just… ugh, what I’m trying to say is, I love you, Mr. Stark, I truly do. But I want to come up with something that would be only mine! And I’m rambling again, I’m sorry… Anyway, my question is, can you wait for me to do that, please?”

“Oh, Pete, I didn’t know you felt this way. I’m so sorry you’ve gone through so much distress because of it. But Pete, sweetheart, the love of my life, never, you hear me, never question yourself around me, okay? I can’t change my past actions, but I don’t even remember their names, honey. You are the one for me… all I can think about all day is you and just how much I love you.”

“It’s always Peter,” Tony whispered, looking deep into Peter’s eyes and leaving faint kisses across his face. Peter’s bright, relieved smile reassured Tony that everything would be alright.

“Thank you…I think I came up with something for just us. What do you think of Anthony?” Peter said teasingly, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. Tony’s eyes lit up with amusement. He was all too eager to hear his boyfriend call him that.

“I love it, Peter. Anything you want, sweetheart, anything you want,” he replied with a hint of amusement. If anyone who knew him saw him now, they could easily tell how fond he was of the young pretty man standing before him.

#so honestly i had no idea what i was going to write #it’s my second attempt to write some cutesy fluff and everytime it’s somehow turning into angst #this one i could save but i couldn’t save my first attempt lol #i will probably post my first attempt later..like laaater when i turn it into angst with happy ending #i need happy endings #it was all them gents and ladies #like they are stupidly in love ladies and gents #starker #idk what this is #spiderman #tony stark #ironspider #everything can be starker related🤫 #starker fic #idk what tags to use #i’m anxious #don’t judge me #too harsh pls🥺 #they are in looove #peter is insecure smtimes #but tony will always reassure him!! #i love them so much like ugh #i will write #my request nonnie it’s just that pete and tony smtimes change the plot entirely #im soo sorry 😭 #ficlet

[spider-mancan]

peter and tony are broken up and everyone knows it. nick fury knew it when he made peter accept this mission, his teammates knew it when they piled into the jet, and tony knew it when he sat down as far from peter as possible

peter is awkward on a good day but he's not sure he can handle being side-eyed by the most powerful people in the world. black widow's round kick has nothing on her disapproving look, but peter does his best not to pay attention.

he wasn't even the one to break up with tony. it was mutual, after months of barely finding time for each other. peter had tried, but with college and...who is he kidding? if tony wanted to make it work, he would have.

with that in mind, peter tries not to stare at tony through the reflection in the glass and tony tries flirt with the flight attendant and only one of them is successful.

the mission goes fine. peter almost expected to be useless, but considering about 75% of the fight happening on scaffolding, he was much more active than expected.

peter doesn't think about getting thrown off by a ninja (which, like okay, that's pretty cool) and being caught by tony. he would have caught himself just fine, but he hadn't even hit free fall before his nearly brained himself on tony's chest plate. and then tony did the extremely predictable thing and told him to pay more attention and didn't flip his face plate up but peter knew it was a little derisive but he still really wanted to see tony's face, just a little.

he wasn't handling the break up well.

afterwards peter is sitting on the ambulance passing out shock blankets to hostages and tony shoots a syringe of pain medication into peter's forearm before peter realizes its happening

"you threw your shoulder out," tony says.

"you shouldn't be stabbing people when you're not a doctor," peter replies dully, even though he's pretty sure he tore his trap. tony opens his mouth and peters cuts him off because it's familiar. "not THAT kind of doctor."

tony wipes off the bead of blood on peter's arm from the needle. its a little useless, since the suit is torn and his skin is greasy with sweat and blood. "take better care of yourself, then."

peter scoffs, because tony is even worse than peter is. when he asks karen, friday snitches on the limp tony is hiding with the armor -- old knee injury. peter knew about it because there was a time when he knew everything about tony.

he could count the moles on tony's thigh and trace the shape of tony's scars and now its been four months since tony really looked him in the eye. its been longer than that since they talked about something that meant anything.

its another week before peter gathers the nerve to take the suit to tony for repairs.

he wonders if tony is still limping, or if someone held tony down and took him to medbay. tony had stayed in the area by himself after the mission to schmooze, and peter had flown back with a pleasantly numb arm and the avengers trying to figure out if peter did something wrong.

it doesn't matter when peter says nothing happened, or reminds them that the breakout was both mutual and none of their business. bruce is the only one mature enough to tell peter that tony is miserable, so clearly it wasn't really mutual at all.

well, it's great that he's miserable. they were miserable together too, because peter always thought tony missed the thread of women in and out his door and tony proved him right by putting out the queue line as soon as he was single

"don't trust all those articles," pepper told him, near the end.

peter thought it was mean, so he didn't say it out loud, but he wasn't sure he could trust tony either, since tony wouldn't talk to him.

it was childish. in the moment, peter and tony both knew peter was being childish. four months later, peter knows he was being childish -- it's also childish of him to hesitate outside the door of the lab, psyching himself up like he's about to go to war.

it's just tony. peter tells himself that for two days before he shows up at the tower, and he's telling himself that now, even though tony has never been Just Tony and peter is childish and he misses him and peter didn't want to break up but he's scared and he's lonely.

friday opens the door before peter knocks. tony looks up in alarm, double-take, and then cooly goes back to sewing up the kevlar on widow's uniform. "long time no see, kid."

its not warm, but it warms peter. he's awkward, quiet, and smooths the suit out flat on the worktable that was his until it wasn't. there's still web fluid stuck on the corner. tony left his photos up on the wall.

peter watches tony finish widow's suit, and the wordlessly passes the spider suit over and watches tony run his fingers over the torn fibers. "next time it will be better," tony tells them both. "next time it won't tear."

after two hours, peter brings tony a sandwich, pats dum-e on the head, and says, "i think i'm still in love with you," and it's quiet except for the sizzle of the solder gun.

and tony just puts his tools down and looks at peter and his eyes are a little wet and his jaw is clenched. "don't do this, pete." and a few years ago maybe peter wouldn't have but this is important enough that he doesn't care what tony has to say about it.

"i just...wanted you to tell me i was crazy," peter admits. "i thought...it wasn't about the--the girls. i know that...i know that you wouldn't. didn't." the clock ticks. tony doesn't say anything, and peter clears his throat. "i just...missed you. i was angry. i don't know."

"i'm an old man," tony tells him. "i'm not interested in playing around anymore. i'm not going to be alive long enough to play around--don't tell me i'm wrong." he's not even looking at peter, but they know each other backwards and forwards, and he knows peter will tell him off.

"i'd bring you back," peter says quietly. he's never thought about it until now, but he would. he knows that he would. "even if you hated me. if you never forgive more or...well. i would bring you back."

"i don't know if that's what i'd want." tony picks up the gun again and returns to working on the circuitry, lovingly crafted to protect the love of his life, even if the thought makes him choke. "i'm just saying, kid, that this is it for me."

"you have a funny way of showing it." peter won't pretend he's not bitter. tony ignored his calls and cancelled plans and then swept peter up in his arms and kissed him and then disappeared again, like a ghost. like a man on the run.

"you're it for me," tony says again, eyes on his work, "and that terrifies me."

peter is still sitting on his stool and his workbench, hands folded in his lap like he's getting scolded. but he can't stop himself from scowling. "why? we want the same things, so why is it...why are you terrified?"

"i can't be the guy on your posters, pete." the circuit sparks and tony tosses the soldering gun away with a huff. dum-e whirrs over to pick it up and tony runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. "you're so young. i can't predict what you're going to want in ten, twenty years."

"i don't need you to." peter consciously relaxes his hands, smoothing them over the rough denim of his jeans. sweaty. nervous. pointed. "i just need you to be here."

tony curses, and then his stool is kicked over and he's rounding his workbench and he's pulling on peter's clothes and he's burying his face in peter's neck and breathing so deep, like he's been drowning and now he's on the shore.

peter is apologizing and tony is telling him not to, and tony might be crying or maybe the collar of peter's shirt is just mysteriously damp, but when peter pulls back and kisses tony's cheek and his nose and his forehead it's good. it's so good.

"it's been so horrible," tony groans, and then cups peter's face and kisses his mouth, sweet. it's just as good. "it's been the worst four months since i was dying that one time."

and peter punches tony lightly on the side and then sighs into the kiss like he's been longing to.

#starker #ironspider #considers #spider-man #starker fic #tnpt #unedited and reposted from twitter #a little doodle for the Girls #break up/get together

[winterspiderpurrs]

Uber eats/grubhub worker Peter Parker gets worried when his regular never deters doesn't use the app as normal. The guy is a regular for the last 2 years. Even if he has never met the guy before.

So yeah he gets worried and calls the number he has. This weird British guy answered " This is Jarvis, you have called a private line, how did you get this number and why are you calling"

" Hi! I mean... Hello. So like... umm I'm Parker i mean Peter Parker. Umm I normally do deliveries for uhh Anthony. And umm he never doesn't order? I mean if he didn't that's fine but...uhhh... I just want to make sure he is okay? Like... it's cool if there isn't an order but... normally he does... and I wanted to make sure ya know... everything is okay..."

" One Moment Please "

And thats how Peter ends up being directed to Stark Tower, up elevators he has never been in before. Given entry to what appears to be a lab/workshop.

The Tony Stark laying in a chair and being told to help move the arc reactor in his chest before he passes out.

#instead of pepper helping tony is peter #writing prompt #starker #starker prompt #peter x tony #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #i want this to be a full fic #someone write it for meeeee #even if its short #plz #winterspiderpurrs

[professional-benaddict]

‘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?

#my fics #baby purrs #omegaverse au #starker #ironspider #tony stark/peter parker #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark #peter parker

[starkerscuteworld]

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.

#starker #starker fandom #ironspider #tony x peter #starker au #tony stark x peter parker #starker nff #starker fic #starker fanfiction #sophie’s writing

[starker-raving-mads]

For You: Part III

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX

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It was two months since the day Peter Parker's life changed for the second - third - fourth time.

He'd gotten more sleep over the last month than he had in the previous two months. It was partly due to sheer, never-ending exhaustion. His life since taking on the mantle as 'the new Tony Stark' - a title he balked at, mind you - had become pure chaos. At first, it was a relief. The instantaneous knowledge that money was no longer a problem. May could quit her job and devote her time to FEAST, he could complete his honors-GED (which many of the Blipped teenagers had chosen to do) and immediately hop into online college courses at Columbia with Ned and MJ.

Immediately following that relief, though, was his face splashed across every newspaper, tabloid, blog, and TikTok page in America.

He would never say it, and he couldn't prove it, but he was 99% sure it was Pepper's doing. After her initial outburst at the lawyer's offices, he'd hardly heard from her. His lawyers - god, his lawyers - had advised that he shouldn't respond to any comments on the subject of Pepper Potts being snubbed by her husband for Peter's heir status. While she had no legal leg to stand on since Tony's will was air tight and definite, that didn't stop her from digging her claws into all the ways she knew would hurt him.

Every time he saw something outrageous with his face on it on an article somewhere, he had to remind himself that she was grieving and in pain about a perceived betrayal by her husband. Her husband, who was Tony Stark, who did not belong to him.

No matter that the man had figured out time travel for him, had risked the universe, had given him billions of dollars and the most coveted job in the entire world. Tony only gave him this because there wasn't anyone else better that he trusted, but Peter knew that didn't mean he was Tony's true first choice, and he had to squash every niggling feeling and whisper of a thought that said he was. It would only make it hurt more when all he wanted was the pain to stop.

He'd finally found a moment, though, where things weren't quite as bad. He'd recently reconvened with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Rhodey and they had a steady if not solid pact. They were all unsure of the situation, still, and Peter didn't blame them. He'd been…questioned, more politely than Pepper had done, on how he and Tony's relationship had unfolded.

When he'd explained that he was 14 when he met Mr. Stark, Steve and Bucky both winced, apologizing for the disaster that was Germany but Peter shrugged it off. He really hadn't been hurt and it was a foundational moment for his and Mr. Stark's relationship. He couldn't bring himself to regret it.

After that, they'd had a few meals together, talked more about his life - and theirs, to an extent, though he was far more privy to them than they had been of him.

"He never mentioned you," Steve said, shaking his head, baffled. He held a cool beer in his hand, leaning back from the patio table they had gathered around at the newly rebuilt SHIELD headquarters in upper state New York.

"Oh he mentioned Pete to me all right," Rhodey disagreed before reaching over and ruffling his curls lightly. Peter liked Rhodey, liked how hands-on he was, how relaxed but also somehow by the book, liked his humor. He could see how he and Tony had been such good friends. "But he'd only told me about his 'brilliant new intern'," they all chuckled. "He really kept the whole Spider-Man thing close to the chest."

"I'd asked him to," Peter admitted, peeling the wrapper off of his bottle of lemonade. "First because I was still like so young, yo know? And then later, after a few - pretty major - mistakes I made, I guess he thought I'd proved I was finally ready to be an Avenger."

"Well I never heard Tony trying to recruit anyone," Rhodey commented and they all looked at him quizzically.

Peter let out a single huffed laugh. "Yeah, uh," he tried to keep down the blush rising on his neck. "You remember the day that Mr. Stark proposed to Ms. Potts?" Rhodey and Sam both laughed long and hard.

"Even over in Wakanda we saw that," Sam chuckled. "It was the Tony Stark special - a huge thing wrapped in a tiny, chaotic package. Not unlike yourself," he raised his eyebrows at Peter, who flicked his bottle wrapper at him.

"Pepper had no idea it was coming," Rhodey agreed before taking a long drink of his own beer.

"Yeah, well I don't think Mr. Stark had really…planned it," he grimaced. At their faces, he continued. "He'd taken me up to Stark Tower and gave me this speech about having graduated to the 'big leagues' after my last big wrap up," he shrugged. "He gave me the Iron Spider suit and said I was ready to be an Avenger." He frowned, rubbing at the glue and paper residue on his bottle. "And I told him that I just wasn't ready yet. That I needed to stay in Queens for a while more, be the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Help the little guy, you know?" He raised earnest eyes up to the group and they all nodded, slowly. "So I asked him to just keep helping my identity to stay quiet," he shrugged.

"So, then what happened?" Bucky asked, long hair tilting with the rest of his head in curiosity. He didn't speak up often, but when he did, it was always because of something he really wanted to know.

"The next thing I knew I was being ushered downstairs to wait at the car for Happy," he shrugged. "I pulled out my phone and there on live broadcast Mr. Stark was proposing to Ms. Potts at a press conference." He chuckled. "It was - really, really weird."

He expected everyone else to laugh with him, but he was met with contemplative silence. He looked around at each of them before Rhodey finally met his gaze. "What?"

"I think," the older man said slowly, "that press conference was meant to be for your reveal as Spider-Man."

"No way - I mean," he shook his head as the rest of the guys started nodding their heads, agreeing thoughtfully. "He wouldn't propose to her just because - just because I said no to - "

" - to his proposal," Bucky finished.

It was another revelation that Peter could hardly bear the weight of. These things kept stacking and he wasn't sure how to balance all this knowledge he had, about the things Tony had done - and undone - for him. This one, though…this new information didn't hurt, not like the others did.

It actually made a strange amount of sense. At once, it both stung to feel like he was replaced with Ms. Potts so immediately, but also it was like the first fresh breath after being buried underground for so long to know that Peter's answer that day was so important to him that the only thing he could possibly trade it out for in equivalency was getting engaged.

Did this mean that if Peter had said yes Mr. Stark wouldn't have gotten married? It made his head spin, but it also made his heart lighter than it had been in weeks.

Light enough to finally enter the last bastion of refuge that Tony Stark ever took comfort in.

His lab.

Despite being uninhabited for who knew how long, when the familiar glass doors slid open the air wasn't musty, stale, or any such thing. It was as fresh and crisp as it ever was. Off in the corner the long L shaped couch that he and Mr. Stark had often collapsed into opposite ends of, exhausted, lay half-made with fluffy pillows. The coffee pot was empty but clean, and every other available surface covered in notes either figuratively, having been decorated with papers scribbled on with hundreds of lines of equations and code, or literally, like the side of Peter's work station, where he'd dropped to a crouch to finish writing something out when he ran out of paper, mid-idea. He knew he could've just kept writing mid-air thanks to the lab's complete holographic setup, but it wasn't the same as having something solid under your hands.

There was pain in the familiarity of the lab but there was also a feeling of home he hadn't quite gotten the first time he stepped back into his and May's apartment. Plus -

"Hello, Peter."

"Friday!" He exclaimed, smile breaking wide across his face. With a pang, he didn't realize just how much he'd missed the AI until this moment.

"Yes, Peter?" the AI asked, voice warm and if he dared to think it, amused.

"Nothing, nothing, I'm just excited to see you again," he chuckled, hand rubbing at the back of his neck. He started walking around the lab, taking it all in for the first time in what, to him, had been months. The longer he thought about that the more his brow furrowed. "Hey Friday?"

"Yes, Peter? Or would you like me to call you Boss as Tony had?"

"Oh! Um," he shook his head. "No, no Peter's fine, or whatever."

She hummed. "Would it be all right if I picked a name for you, Peter? Being able to distinguish between Boss and Others by a more specific title helps me with my internal hierarchy and understanding of individuals. If you would prefer I do not, though, merely say such."

"I mean if it helps you then, yeah, sure I guess."

"Thank you, Mini Boss," she said. He laughed again.

"You might wanna work on that," he smiled wide.

"Yes, I think it might take me some time, Father."

His eyes widened. "Father?"

"Hm, you're right," she said. "Boss was more like my Father, I suppose."

"Uh, yeah, definitely," Peter nodded. He gave her a beat to let her figure out what she wanted to call him as he walked over to his desk. He'd let her go through her process before he started asking the questions that sat burning in his mind.

"Would you be opposed to me calling you Mother, Peter?" Friday asked. He spun in his chair, smile wide again.

"If Tony was your Father, wouldn't he also be your Mother?" he asked, amused. "You know, having done 100% of your coding, and all."

"If one were to look at my original codebase as the only part of what makes me, me," she agreed. "However, would you not say that those that raise you are more worthy of such a title rather than just those that created you?"

He immediately thought to May and how, if he'd been younger when he came to her, he'd be calling her by that name.

"That's true enough, sure."

"And outside of Boss," she went on, "you are the individual most involved in my growth. So it stands to reason that if Boss is Father, then Peter is Mother."

"I - " he really didn't know what to say to that. It had never occurred to him that outside of Mr. Stark he was the one who interacted with Friday the most.

"If you would prefer I find a name not so closely connotated with females," she continued, "I can endeavor to do so."

"No, no, it's fine, Friday," he replied, quiet and in his head again. "You can - can call me Mother if you want." A not-so-small part of him felt absolutely, transparently happy that Friday considered him her parent. More than Mr. Stark leaving him the company, more than having all this financial security and ability to mess around with Tony Stark's labs, more than all of that - this meant something profound to him.

"I also thought," she said and that amusement was hinted at in her lilting Irish, "that it would be a nice subversive reference to the spacecraft from Alien."

He laughed out loud at that. "I love that movie, that's perfect."

He could feel her smile, then. "I know you do, Mother."

He slumped onto the stool at his table in the lab and finally asked his question. "Friday, can you tell me - why isn't the lab more different?"

"Different how?"

"Well it's just," he struggled to articulate the sentence, the feeling he was pulling at. "I was - gone - for five years. But it almost looks like this place never really changed?"

"I see," she said. "Boss spent a lot of time here after the Blip first happened, once he was home from Titan. He slept primarily on the couch in the corner and had me refill his coffee orders more than anything else. However, he never touched your things, Mother."

Peter frowned. "Why?"

"I could not say," she replied, tone ponderous. "Based on his patterns of movement, he seemed to specifically avoid your work areas. Though he did take a jacket you had left at her table to the couch. From my archival footage, he seemed to sleep with it, perhaps for warmth?"

It occurred to the teen, then, that Friday probably had thousands and thousands of hours of Tony on video and he could pull it to watch them at any time. The feeling of want was a fever in his blood and he asked, "Can you show me?"

"Of course, Mother."

Faint blue light lit up the couch and Peter walked over to it, seeing that more than merely just show him the video, she played it out in holographic projection. His breath hitched as Tony walked into view, Peter's hoodie in clutched in his hands. Staring down at it, he slumped onto the couch and brought the fabric to his face. Less breathing it in and more suffocating himself with it.

"I'm sorry," he heard muffled through Friday's speakers. "I'm so sorry, Pete."

Tony then curled up onto the couch on his side, face pressed to the hoodie, back toward the room. The projection cut off.

Peter didn't realize that he was crying until Friday asked, "Mother, are you okay?"

"I - " he tried to say, throat clogged with tears. "No," he admitted, jacket-covered wrist swiping away at his tears. He sniffled and sat where Tony had, finding his hoodie wedged between the cushions and the back of the couch. He pulled it out and, like Tony, smashed it to his face, breathing in the faintly lingering spicy scent of Tony Stark.

"I'm sorry, Mother," Friday said, speakers low, tone regretful. "I did not mean to cause you pain."

"You didn't, sweetheart," he shook his head, voice still clogged with tears. "I'm just sad."

"Why?" she asked, her natural curiosity shining through. Much like a child, she did not always know when it wasn't the right time to ask questions. But Peter had always liked indulging her and feeding her curiosity. The first few lab sessions they played 20 Questions back and forth until Tony would tell them both to shut up, though the amusement when he said it always shone through.

"I'm sad because Tony's dea - " he cleared his throat. "Because Tony - "

"It is okay, Mother," Friday cut him off. "I understand."

At that, he let himself fall back into the couch like Tony had. Above him, Friday dimmed the lights and stayed quiet, letting him cry out his grief in silence.

#starker #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #iron man #peter parker #tony stark #peter x tony #spiderman #peter parker/tony stark #for you fic

[starksvinyls]

Title: Shoot To Thrill Rating: Explicit Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Tags/Warnings: Exhibitionism, Semi-Public Sex, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Foot Jobs (sort of lol), Dry Humping, 5 + 1 Things Summary: Peter has an exhibition kink. Tony takes full advantage…or at least tries to. Or: the 5 times they’re interrupted and the 1 time they’re not. Notes: this fills square B2 'exhibitionism' on my @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo card! AO3 Link

one. 

Peter’s moan turned into a groan of pain when the back of his head hit the wall. It wasn’t enough to deter Tony, though, who was doing an impression of a vampire on Peter’s neck, doing his best to turn the pale skin a deeper shade of red with every suck and nip. His fingers were threaded through Tony’s salt and pepper hair, holding his older lover in place. The din from the living room was loud in Peter’s ears from around the corner where they were hidden in the hallway, and he knew they were going to have to make this quick so none of the others would get suspicious. That was probably a moot point with Natasha, though, she knew everything. 

A muscled thigh was shoved between Peter’s legs and he ground down, moaning again at the pressure on his hard cock. There were two super soldiers in the living room, and Peter knew they could probably hear him moaning, but it just ratcheted up the heat pooling in his belly. The idea of getting caught…the idea of doing things right in front of people, for all to watch - god.

“C’mon, honey,” Tony rumbled against Peter’s neck. “Get yourself off.” 

Peter was hasty to comply, working his hips faster and faster, grinding on Tony’s jean clad thigh. He was so close already, the noise from the living room urging him along. He’s on the cusp, he could feel it tingling in his belly- 

He shoved Tony off, the man nearly colliding with the opposite wall. He looked back at Peter in confusion before Clint appeared around the corner. 

“Are you two coming, or what?” 

Peter had to bite his lip and turn his head away to keep from laughing at the archer’s word choice. 

“Yeah, yeah, Legolas,” Tony drawled. “Don’t get your arrows in a twist.” 

two.

The alcove Tony had drug Peter to was dark, the noise from the charity gala in the ballroom was muffled even to Peter’s enhanced hearing. His back was pressed against a pillar and Tony was working his belt open. 

“Gonna jerk you off, baby,” The belt buckle clanged as it fell open. “And you’re going to cum in your underwear and then go back to the party and pretend that you haven’t been naughty.” 

Peter moaned. “Please, Tony, god.” 

Tony smirked and pulled Peter’s zipper down so he could get his hand in Peter’s pants. “Do you think they’ll be able to tell, huh? Think they’ll all know what a dirty boy you are, getting off knowing people could hear you, could see you?” 

Another moan, this one higher, more like a whine, escaped Peter and he pushed his hips forward as warm rough fingers wrapped around Peter’s hard cock. Tony got in two strokes before a door down the hall banged open, the cacophony from the ballroom getting louder for a moment before the door shut again. Then there were heels clicking on the floor, growing closer. 

Both men groaned and righted themselves. 

three. 

They were in the lab, this time, and it had started out innocent enough. They were working on their suits, and Peter had the specs for his web shooters of the Iron Spider suit pulled up. After hours of work, Peter had finally had a breakthrough on how to get them to be more streamlined with the rest of the suit. He whooped in joy and Tony came over to see what he had done. 

“So smart, baby,” Tony pressed a kiss to Peter’s temple. 

Peter smiled wide, turning to kiss Tony properly. When he pulled back, he could see heat in Tony’s eyes. 

“Your brain turns me on.” 

It wasn’t the first time Peter had heard some iteration of that from Tony, but it never got old, it always made warmth pool in his belly. Tony crowded Peter up against the holo table he had been working at and reached for Peter’s hips, holding him in place to give him another kiss - not that Peter would go any where. He would happily accept all kisses from Tony, thank you very much. 

“I think you deserve a reward for all your hard work.” Tony took a half step back and then dropped down onto a low stool he had hooked with his foot and drug over. 

His knees were too bad for the hard concrete floor of the lab anymore, but they made it work. Peter wasted no time in undoing the button and zip of his jeans and shoved them down his thighs, ignoring Tony’s soft chuckle and whisper of eager. 

The lab’s glass walls weren’t frosted over in privacy mode, anyone would see what they were doing if they happened to walk by, but that just made Peter harder. It would be so easy for someone to see as Tony took Peter into his mouth, sinking as far as he could go in one smooth movement. Peter’s legs shook, and he gripped the edge of the table.

Tony set a steady rhythm bobbing his head, flicking his tongue along Peter’s slit every time he pulled back; that was playing dirty, he knew that would get Peter off the fastest. Suddenly he could hear heels clicking down the hall. 

“Shit, someone’s coming.” He panted, trying to get Tony to pull off. 

The older man didn’t, he bobbed his head a few more times, keeping eye contact with Peter. The younger moaned, hearing whoever it was getting closer and closer to the lab. God, would they be caught? Would whoever it was see what they were doing and be disgusted? Or would they stop to watch?

“Tony-”

Tony pulled off and wheeled back over to his own work station. Peter quickly did up his pants, trying to hide his erection by tucking it up under the waistband of his briefs, just as the lab door slid open and Pepper walked in, staring down at the tablet in her hands as she called out to Tony. 

four. 

Director Fury was talking, and Peter really tried to pay attention, but there was a sock clad foot rubbing over his erection. He glanced over at Tony, still trying to appear as if he was paying attention to the briefing, and could see the man blatantly staring at him. They were sitting kitty corner to each other and Tony was slightly slumped back in his chair in order to reach Peter with his foot. 

Peter was doing to best to swallow all the noises that were trying their damndest to escape as Tony curled his toes to pet over the head of Peter’s cock through his suit. They were at the back of the room, and everyone’s attention was faced forward, on Fury, but the idea that any of them could look back and just know sent a shot of electricity down Peter’s spine. 

Another curl of Tony’s toes and Peter’s hand was shooting down to grab Tony’s foot and hold him in place. If he moved again, there was a very really possibility that Peter would cum in his Spidey suit and it was impossible to hide that, he knew from experience. They were about to head out on a mission, there was no way he would have time to clean himself up before they needed to be on the QuinJet. 

Peter could see Tony smirking out of the corner of his eye. The man slowly started to move his foot again, causing Peter to make a surprised noise, that he quickly covered with an awkward cough when everyone turned to look at him. Sure, he liked the fantasy of being caught, of putting on a show, but not in the middle of a meeting! 

“S-sorry, Director.” 

Fury eyed him, and then went back to explaining the intel they had received the night before. Peter turned to glare at Tony for almost getting him in trouble at work, but the man just grinned and dropped his leg. 

five.

The honking of New York City traffic surrounded them as they headed towards another gala. Happy was up front, cursing idiot drivers under his breath as he navigated the streets. Tony was typing away on his phone, no doubt answering last minute emails from Pepper. Peter reached across the backseat and rested his hand on Tony’s thigh, just a hey, I’m here. The older man, dropped one hand down from his phone and rested it on top of Peter’s. Hey, back.

As they moved through another intersection, it seemed the traffic was getting worse, and Peter sat back and let himself relax. Galas weren’t his favorite thing in the world, but he knew he was expected at at least a few a year as Tony’s Stark’s significant other, though Tony kept telling him to screw what those people think. Peter was still having a hard time with not letting what others thought of him affect him sometimes. 

Peter was pulled from his thoughts by a hand creeping over his crotch. He turned his head to see Tony had scooched closer on the seat, and had put the partition up. Peter’s breath hitched. Happy knew exactly what they were doing when they put the partition up, it wasn’t exactly sound proofed and Peter could get loud. The man never said anything, though, would just give them each the stink eye before wandering off. 

Peter flushed thinking about how Happy was right there and could hear everything and knew. God, that always made heat simmer in Peter’s belly when they did this. Not to mention the passengers of other cars on the road. The windows were tinted enough that at night there was no way to see in, but during the day, there was a chance if someone were to look hard enough. 

In his distracted state, Peter didn’t even realize that Tony had undone his slacks. He lifted his hips just enough to slide the material down enough to free his cock, which was rapidly hardening. Tony took his in hand and started a fast pace rhythm, Peter wondered if they were near the museum the gala was being held at, or if Tony was just being quick because he had other ideas. 

Tony started up with filthy words intermingled with praise whispered into Peter’s ear, making the younger shudder, and his hips jerk up, chasing the sensations of Tony’s work rough hand. He was so close already, the spider DNA making him extra sensitive for the first orgasm - Tony could usually wring three or four out of him when they weren’t being interrupted. 

Peter was sure he jinxed it with that thought because there was a knock on the partition, the signal that they had arrived. Peter’s head fell back, thumping on the headrest. Tony actually had to give a speech tonight, which meant no playing. Peter wouldn’t get to cum until they got home, or unless he snuck off to a bathroom.

They hastily straightened their suits and then Happy was there, opening the door at the curb to the flash bulbs of many cameras lining the red carpet into the museum. 

+ one

The dressing room of the boutique was small, only a curtain separating them from the other shoppers and employees; a simple cream colored curtain was all that kept everyone in the store from seeing Peter on his knees, Tony Stark’s cock down his throat. 

Tony had come into the dressing room under the guise of helping Peter with a complicated bondage-esq looking shirt, and within a minute Peter was on his knees and sucking Tony’s cock down to the root. 

Gentle hands ran through Peter’s hair, pausing to cup the back of his head for a moment after every pass. Peter loved how gentle Tony could be with him, but he also loved when the man got rough. Peter could take a lot more than the average human, and they had taken full advantage of that once they figured it out. Now, the softness was just what Peter needed, a reminder that while they were doing something risky, Tony would take care of him no matter what. 

Peter bobbed his head, saliva pooling in his mouth and starting to leak around Tony’s cock, making Tony groan softly. 

“Such a good boy,” He whispered, staring down at Peter with nothing but love in his eyes. 

The younger man dug the heel of his hand into this crotch, trying to relieve the pressure on his aching cock. The combination of the cock in his mouth and the fact that they could get caught at any moment, plus knowing that as soon as they walked out of the dressing room that the sales women would know what they had been doing, was making Peter so hard. He moaned around Tony and looked up through his lashes at the older man. 

“Oh, Christ.” Tony swore, gripping Peter’s hair a bit tighter and shallowly thrusting his hips, chasing his release. 

Peter knelt there obediently, waiting for Tony to cum down his throat. A few sharp thrusts, and the bitterness was hitting the back of Peter’s tongue. With one last press of his hand to his dick, he came in his underwear. 

When they walked out, Peter was flushed, but grinning as he carried his items to the counter. Tony paid for everything and then slipped the embarrassed looking girl a crisp $100 bill with a wink. Peter giggled as they headed to the car. 

#sfsummerbingo23 #starker #ironspider #starker fic #peter parker x tony stark #starksvinyls fic

[pretty-bratty]

THIS IS FAMILY BUSINESS

Mafia boss Tony getting Bucky to babysit guard his precious baby Peter. With Peter being a bratty terror, Bucky having issues, and Tony and Steve trying to deal with a looming threat, what can go wrong?

Mafia AU. Including brat Peter, Daddy boss Tony, Bucky who has issues but is warming up under Peter's influence, softie Steve, and Dum-E and Mark as Peter's dobermans.

Also including found family trope, lots of Star Wars reference, discipline and spanking.

Chapter 8 is up!!!

#this is family business #TIFB #starker #tnpt #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #ironspider #starker fic #stucky #mafia au #pretty bratty writing

[shrew12now]

Is there any Irondad fics that’s verging on starker? Like, I already read 99% of all Starker fics on Ao3 and I’m looking into Irondad, but idkkk. Like, I read some Irondad fics and a couple of them are basically Starker in denial, and I am kinda looking for those.

#starker fandom #ironspider #starker fic recommendations #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker/tony stark #starker

[spider-mancan]

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.”

#starker #considers #starker fic #ballet au #ignore the formatting I wrote this in my notes in about a half hour #tnpt #I NEED AO3 BACK #ironspider