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starkwub · 1 year

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(Tw: Starkercest)

Mob boss! Tony and his son, Peter (super out of the blue idea (considering I usually never write mob Au's), but figured I'd write it down ha!)

Just thought of Mob boss Tony allowing Peter, his prized possession son, go out on his own to live life since the boy had been harping about it for ages. Peter wanted to feel like all the other kids in his class. He didn't want body guards or exuberant allowances--nothing.

Tony of course couldn't say no after having done so for years-but that didn't mean he wouldn't be tricky about it.

Peter didn't have to know that he hired people to go to his house and be sketchy--knocking on the door at strange hours of the night or tampering with his window. Perhaps even telling the men to make creeping sounds within the home, just so Peter might feel more afraid of being on his own. He'd get people to stare at him on the streets, or following him after a late night shift at work in a dark hoodie with a jangling set of keys in their pockets so the boy would know they were there.

At first Peter wasn't all too fazed--thinking that it was just another one of 'dad's undercover body guards', but after a while--with his Dad denying the accusations and having not recognized any of the gruff and uneasy looking faced that met his gaze, the paranoia started to set in.

When it got to the point where Peter couldn't sleep for hardly a wink before startling at a creak in the floorboards or a brushing knock at his door--he did the only thing he possibly could think to do in that instance.

Call his Dad.

Sniffling, Peter grappled for his phone in the dark and clicked on his dad's profile, hearing the dial on the other end and then the un-familar beeping.

Why wasn't he picking up?. He always picked up.

It had been nearly 15 seconds before the beeping stoped and then came a sleep-laden voice on the other end.

"What is it baby? It's late, you should be asleep by now."

Peter shivered at the comforting voice and huddled a bit in the bed, pulling the blankets up and over top of his knees.

"Dad I.." He sniffled, looking worryingly at his bedroom door,

"I wanna come home. Just to visit--of course."

When his dad pressed on the topic, wonder why such a sudden thought had crossed his mind at three am, Peter just pouted and wrapped an arm around his knees tightly.

"Haven't seen you in a while s'all.." and suddenly his tone turned sour, "Why? You don't want me there?"

Tony coo'd and seemed to ruffle his bedding on the other side of the phone before speaking in a tone that Peter knew all too well.

"Of course I want to see you baby. Wish you where here right now so all you had to do was knock on my door, crawl into bed, and tell Daddy what's wrong instead of calling from a state that's a million miles away."

Daddy. Peter's heart thumped in his chest wildly at the honorific. It'd been so long..too long, since he'd heard it.

"It's not a million, jeez.." Peter retorted, suddenly remembering back to what it felt like to be with his Dad. His room somehow was always so much warmer than his own, and as he flexed his fingers to feel them stiffen from the chill, he sighed.

"I'll see you tomorrow then? I'm off with this weekend so I'll let them know I can't do any overtime."

"Mm.." Tony hummed, shuffling a bit more, "Alright sweetheart."

They stayed on the line for a few moments longer, and as Peter yawned, now letting his body slip back down to the crappy mattress, he breathed out against his phone.

"Want me to stay on the line?"

Peter nodded sleepily, knowing that his Dad couldn't see it, nor hear it, so he let out a muffled hum of his own, enjoying the subtle deep chuckle that came from his father's throat in response.

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There can always be more, but I'm going to stop it here and count it as a win that I've finally written and posted something on here again XD I've been so enamored by the Harry Potter fandom as of late so my mind has taken to straying away from Starker more than usual

Hope everyone is doing okay! :)

#Starker #starkercest #Ironman x spiderman #tony stark x peter parker #starker au #mob boss tony stark

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starker-sorbet · 1 year

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Something had changed recently in the Stark mob, the boss Tony Stark, aka the Merchant of Death, had been less, well harsh.

The boss hadn't gone soft no, anyone who still failed him got punished harshly, and god help anyone who betrayed him. But there was less of their men killed for incompetence and no recent rages that always happened when ever a operation failed. No one really knew why.

That was until someone walked into the boss's office to be met with the sight of the man fucking his own son. Suddenly the boss's new 'relaxed' attitude made much more sense. It didn't make much difference to anyone really, it wasn't like a literal mafia didn't already break dozens of laws and several social taboos everyday. So incest wasn't something anyone was really bothered about.

And if it meant no one had to worry about the mans rages killing them then everyone was extremely happy for the new couple.

@starkerfestivals Starkercest Winter Bingo fill: G5 - Mafia Au

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#starker #SFStarkercest23 #mafia au #starkercest #father and son tony and peter #mafia boss tony #mob boss tony #moodboard #my moodboard #tw:incest

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babybatscreationsv2 · 1 year

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At the Altar

Starker | Marvel

When Peter gets left at the altar on his wedding day, it's his dad who comes to comfort him. Harry was never a good fit to join the family, anyway. It's always best to keep family to together and to keep outsiders- out. And Tony would do anything for his son.

Rating: Explicit

For my little prompter

Warnings and tags below

Warnings and tags: incest, mafia au, emotional manipulation, minor off screen character death, left at the altar, praise kink, daddy kink, possessive behavior/sex

Peter stared into the mirror. He fixed his tie for the millionth time. Things weren't going to plan, but then again when had they ever gone to plan? He was a Stark after all. Well, sort of. He'd been given his mother's last name much to his father's displeasure. And soon he'd be an Osborn. His dad had a lot of reservations about Harry, but what can you do when you're in love? Peter chewed his lip. What was taking so long?

"You want me to go and check again?" Ned asked. The poor guy looked more nervous than Peter.

"Yeah, go ahead. We were supposed to go out thirty minutes ago. Something has to be wrong."

Ned gave him an extremely fake reassuring smile. "I'm sure it's fine. Probably just a wardrobe malfunction."

"Yeah, sure." Ned left him alone and Peter fixed his tie again. He'd felt so good about today when he woke up that morning. Now his stomach was bubbling with anxiety.

He jumped as the door opened. Ned came back into the room. His face was pale and his eyes were wide.

"Peter..." He started, but a hand grabbed his shoulder. Peter let out a breath at the sight of his father.

"Dad, what's going on?"

Tony came into the room. He gave Ned a deadly look and pushed him back through the door. Then he shut it and locked it behind him. Peter's stomach sank even more.

"Dad?"

His father looked at him with a face that was all too familiar. He had bad news. Peter walked away from the mirror and sat down on the couch. He shook his head.

"No... he can't..."

Tony sighed. "Oh, Petey." He sat down beside him and wrapped his arm around his shoulders, drawing him in. "I'm so sorry, kid. But it's not really all that surprising is it?"

"What do you mean?" Peter rasped through the lump in his throat. He hugged his father's chest.

"You and Harry were never going to work out. You know that. This was always a silly little fling. The whole family knew it."

"Really?"

"He was only marrying you out of pity after all. You're such a clingy, emotional, thing. It must have been too hard for him to let you down easy. Still, it's such an embarrassment. A Stark being turned down? Left at the altar? And at your age as well."

Peter sobbed. He was right. All of this was so shameful, so humiliating. But no matter how hard he shut his eyes it didn't go away. He had wasted so much time with Harry. He thought they were in love. He was so stupid. His dad stroked his back and he curled more into him. Tony kissed the top of his head.

"I guess I have no choice now. What else am I for besides fixing your problems, right?"

Peter nodded. He wanted that. It was embarrassing that he needed his dad to take care of him like this, but he couldn't face the family after all this. But dad always knew what to do. He could make this better.

"What do we do?" he asked. His voice was so embarrassingly small.

"I'll just have to do it won't I? There's no choice really."

Peter sat up and blinked his teary eyes at his father. "Do what, dad?"

His father's hand touched his cheek. "I'll make you mine." Peter sat still and obedient as his father leaned in and kissed his lips. A little noise escaped him, one of pleasure and confusion. He kissed him so tenderly and not at all in the way a father should.

"Daddy?" Peter asked. He couldn't help it. He felt so small, so overwhelmed, so confused.

His father looked at him with only love. "I always take care of you don't I, sweetheart?" Peter nodded. "Then be a good boy and don't question me."

"But what are we doing?"

"We're getting married, baby. The family's all gathered for a wedding. Besides, it's better this way. Family belongs together not with some spineless outsider."

"But..."

"I've already handled all of the paperwork and the family is going to meet us at the reception. Now all that's left is for you to say thank you."

"Thank you, daddy."

Tony stroked his cheek with his thumb. "That's my boy." He leaned in and kissed him again, slowly coaxing him into a deeper kiss, taking over his mouth with lips and tongue. Peter could only do what he was told and it felt good.

His father's hands slid his jacket off his shoulders. He slowly untied his tie. His hands slid down into the waist of his pants and un-tucked his shirt. Then carefully he worked his way up the buttons.

"Daddy," Peter whined again, his nerves were getting to him. He was supposed to marry Harry today and now he was marrying his father? That probably wasn't legal, but he was sure his dad had found a way to make it legal.

"Hush, baby," Tony purred. "Be a good boy."

He let him take off his shirt and push him back on the couch. He spread his legs to let him fit in between. It felt so good when his dad pressed theirs hips together, rubbing against his cock. His hands wrapped around the back of his neck.

Peter moaned when his dad kissed him. Those hands kept working to strip him naked. There was a forbidden edge to it that felt scary, but it was all too easy to be his daddy's good boy and do what he was told.

Tony stripped out of his jacket and let it crumple on the floor. Peter watched, enraptured, as he slid off his belt, popped the button of his slacks, and pulled the zipper down. He reached one hand inside and palmed his cock. Peter whined.

"Do you want to be mine, baby?"

No part of him wanted to admit that out loud, but when he tried to pull Tony back down to distract him with more kisses it was useless. He only sat above him, staring down with a self satisfied smile.

Peter squirmed and chewed his lip. Then he whispered, "Yes, daddy."

"You always want daddy to take care of you. No one else can do it like I do. They can't give you want you need."

Peter shook his head in agreement. "Just you, daddy." He look his dad gave him as he stared down at him all while touching himself, it was objectifying. And thrilling. He could see how much the man wanted him and he wanted it, too.

"Dad, please," he breathed. Tony bent and kissed him again. He fit himself between Peter's thighs. His dad's bare cock touched his hip and he gasped. He felt him reaching around for something, then his hand came back wet and slick. He'd been ready for this, he'd been planning, he should have known. It should have been terrifying. If it frightened him at all, the feeling was buried to deep beneath pleasure. Which is probably exactly what his dad wanted. He knew how to manipulate him. Draw him in until it was too late.

"Are you ready, baby?" Tony looked into his eyes. The tip of his cock pressed against his hole.

Peter nodded his head, "please." He pushed in slowly. Peter's head fell back against the arm of the couch, mind buzzing with the understanding that his dad's dick was inside of him and it felt better than anything he'd ever had.

Tony groaned as he buried himself inside his son, pushing as deep as he could and then some, as if it wasn't enough. "You're mine, Peter. All mine. Tell me."

"I'm yours," Peter gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as he started to move, fucking him deep and hard as if he could get in deeper. It hurt, but felt so fucking good.

Tony kissed his mouth, then his neck, sucking marks into his skin until he squealed. "Who do you belong to?" He growled in his ear.

"You daddy!" Peter gasped. "I belong to my daddy!" He squealed as a hand wrapped around his cock. He pulled Tony down against him, holding on his neck and his shoulders and his back, everywhere his hands could reach. "So close, so close-" he moaned. "Dad, I'm gonna-"

"Do it, baby. That's my good boy."

Peter whined, high and desperate, panting hot against his father's face, foreheads pressed together, losing himself to pleasure as his dad fucked him until he came all but screaming and daddy kept fucking him, wringing him dry until it hurt and he didn't care. He was good and still, whimpering while daddy fucked his hole until he was finished and he came all the way inside him, fucking it deeper for good measure.

Tony kissed him, but Peter's kisses were sleepy and lazy. He felt light headed and sated like when you eat too much. His dad stroked his face and looked down at him with adoration.

"There," he said. "Now everything's right."

Peter nodded. "You always take care of me. Thank you, daddy."

Tony kissed his forehead. "You should rest for a bit. The party can wait."

Peter dug his fingers into his shirt. "Stay."

His dad smiled. "Anything for you, sweetheart." He curled his arms around him and adjusted them on the couch so he could hold him. He pet Peter's hair until he fell asleep and he laid watching his sweet face. He was sure Peter knew, or would realize if he didn't know already. He was smart. And Tony always did what was best for the family. Especially when it came to Peter.

There wouldn't be a body to uncover and Harry's car was already on the way to the crusher, but he'd figure it out. He would understand.

#starker #marvel #mafia au #starkercest #in/cest #prompt fill

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starrkermarvel · 1 year

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Starker.....

After the endgame tony and peter become closer than before and thats how their feelings change and start a new chapter LOVE....

They both think they are not worth it and they are about to lose each other in the battlefield so they hide their feelings...

And What if tony knows Peter's secret Cross dressing....

(I know it's not good because it's the first time I've written or made something so.. 🙃)

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sinner-for-starker · 27 days

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Starkercest AU where Tony hates every boy his son Peter brings home as his boyfriend, finding fault in everyone of them, but Tony doesn't know is that Peter's only using those boys to make him jealous to finally get his dad to confess and fuck him six ways to sunday.

#starker #starkercest #nff

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ursafootprints · 6 months

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One of my favorite things about Starker as a ship is how many angles there are to approach the ship from! We've got:

Light: minimal to no age-gap angst or drama, no one has a major issue with the relationship, healthy relationship, usually of-age Peter

Gray: moderate to heavy age-gap angst or drama, other characters concerned about the relationship (or it's expected that they would be,) may or may not be presented as ultimately healthy but it's at least a consideration to the characters because they'd like to be healthy

Dark: we all know what darkfic is lmao. Your grooming fics, your villain AUs, most Starkercest though some of those can ride the gray~dark line, outright unhealthy dynamics or your unrepentant characters/settings where the question of "healthy" doesn't even enter into the equation, etc. etc. etc.

They are all beautiful flavors and I've written for all of them, but I'm curious about y'all! Obviously the lines here can be a bit blurry/subjective, but in general if you had to choose:

#starker #polls #now that the poll has gotten off the ground and I'm not worried about influencing results:#I genuinely enjoy all of these flavors but gray is the juiciest to me #esp. for plotty stuff though my taste can run darker for PWP and short plotty things #like I'd classify YNYD as gray and my Starkercest as dark!#but I live for everyone being emotionally conflicted and having to navigate a billion different emotions and dynamics #so even with darkfic I prefer Still That but on the outright unhealthy end #I read and enjoy darkfic that's full unrepentant and gleeful in its darkness but writing-wise I wanna Grapple #and then I love reading light stuff but most of my ideas in that area are like. post-YNYD stuff haha.#so still attached to that gray-er base!

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buckybeardreams · 1 year

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Me writing my starker Mafia au: this fic is not gonna have incest

Me after I somehow managed to add in two generations of father/son incest, brother/brother incest, and uncle/nephew incest: ...this fic is not gonna have Starkercest

Lol seriously tho, how does this happen??

I actually really miss writing Starkercest tho, and I need to write more soon.

I'm really into like teen/high school AU's rn, so maybe I should try writing some brother/brother Starkercest? I actually haven't done that yet, but big brother Tony being protective of his baby brother would be really cute!

Alternatively, big brother Tony becoming cold and distant with his baby brother because he realizes he likes him too much and Peter being hurt about it and just wanting to follow him around like a puppy.

And when Peter crawls into Tony's bed one night, something he always used to do when they were little, Tony can't help but touch him, can't help but run his hands over soft skin and kiss him as Peter makes sleepy little sounds 👀👀

#yeah #I'm into that #imma add that one to the pile lol #starker #starkercest

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starkerfestivals · 1 year

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StarkerFestival's Starkercest Winter Bingo

Hello everyone!

While our Holiday Exchange is going on, we've also decided to host a Starkercest event since there was some interest in it. Here's the event info!

Edit: 02/08/23 - Event has been extended until March 🎉

Duration: Dec-Feb 28, 2023 March 21, 2023

Age Restriction: due to the nature of the event, this is 18+ only

Requirements: None 🎉 free to make as little or as much as you want!

Tags: #SFStarkercest23

Collection: SFStarkercest23

If there's any questions, please feel free to DM any of the mods or send in a question at the blog ❄️💙

Text version of prompts below the cut:

Pining

Bait and Switch

Meant to Be

Praise Kink

Jealousy

Identity Porn

Netflix and Chill

Secret Lover

Inappropriate Use of Stark Tech

Office Sex

Lingerie

Size Difference

Free

Silver Fox Tony

Caught Masturbating

Coming Untouched

Somnophilia

Free Use

First Time

Mafia AU

Property of Tony Stark

Outdoor Sex

Uncle/Nephew

Cockwarming

Toys

#starker #starkercest #starker event #mod post #nff

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starkwub · 1 year

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(Tw: Starkercest, Peter is 17)

Scientist! Tony and his son peter who's simply a long for the ride of a work day.

Gosh I haven't written this much (or posted, really) for a while--it feels good though to get back into it :)

So much starkercest, ha!

Word count: 2,716

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"Pardon my asking Doctor, but who's the new member?" A particularly brute looking general chimed out. His scar riddled, chiseled face was red like a ripe tomato--no doubt from the yelling he'd done just 10 minutes prior in the hall.

Tony hummed and wrapped a loose arm around the boy beside him,

"What does it matter? He's with me, that's all."

The man glared and slapped his hand down on the packet of papers in front of him, as well as in front of every other highly classified personnel sitting around the ovular table.

"It matters because of context, Dr. Stark. What we speak of is classified, confidential, even harmful to the general public as well as the national world if anything in this room gets out." Then came a huff of smokey air from his nose, if it were possible that is.

"--is he even certified? He look's 12."

Tony's lip twitched as he let his fingers caress up and down the boy beside him's navy colored jacket.

"If you really must insist on knowing, he's my son. And he's 17, not 12." he corrected, enjoying the way the generals face contorted even more, looking much more ugly than he already did.

"Why is he here?"

All eyes were on him--well, of the people who were here. The meeting didn't start for another 15 minutes, but he had figured it would be best to show up early in case someone found it within themselves to strike up a conversation. He'd hoped for something a little more interesting though since exasperating authority figures never really did it for him.

"School was out and I didn't want to leave him. Terrible nightmare you see.." Tony cooed and leaned over, pulling the boy closer in order to place a soft kiss atop his head of soft brown curls.

Peter may be 17, but that didn't mean that he wasn't a Daddy's boy. His vigor to retort against anything his father said had left him early on, and thus--here they were. Tony taking care of his precious, smart little boy, and Peter, willingly receiving it.

Tony didn't ever want to give up the power he had because the sweet sickening madness that erupted in him at the idea of Peter growing up--leaving to never return except for on holidays and birthdays..

Well, one birthday to be exact. His own--and perhaps his friends if they are still around town, but that was besides the point.

The point is, Tony liked being needed. He figured if he wasn't, his job and the life he's made up until now would hold very little value--and if the states knew what was good for them, they wouldn't ever want that to happen.

Painted pictures of dystopian worlds passed across the inner workings of his mind, but when he took a deep breath of Peter, it all went away. It always did.

"The kid can be left at home can't he? Mine loves it when me and the wife are out of the house--" and he was becoming bored as the man spoke on further.

"17's old enough to get a job--and 18, well..you know how that goes. Fly the coup and never return..." and the man squinted, no doubt peering at the badge that rested against his son's left breast pocket.

"Isn't that right Peter?"

Tony felt his son stiffen for only a moment as he watched the typing on the screen below the table stop mid-sentence.

Looks like he's texting his friend about his Spanish test coming up..

"Daddy I need to use the bathroom, could you show me the way?"

Tony's ears perked and his stomach lurched in the same way his legs did. Quickly, and automatically at the mere mention of a desire coming from his son's soft lips.

"Of course." He murmured before turning to the blush red general, "I hate to cut this conversation short but I do believe that's my cue."

As they made their way out of the room, a hand of his own placed currently in-between Peter's shoulder blades, he heard the man muttering about his son's particularly dated word choice.

Oh how wonderful it felt to be needed...

"Those men..I don't know how you put up with them Daddy. I knew you said they were annoying but..jeez! How rude.."

Tony chuckled and rubbed his sons back, "Yes well, I have to work with them. They're normally not so rowdy. I think you must be such a star they can't help but notice you." He purred, leaning in close enough to Peter's ear to make him giggle.

"Too pretty." His son started.

"Too good.." he returned, nipping his son's ear with his hot, hard breath as they entered the empty bathroom.

"Now go pee, I can't be late no matter how horrid my workmates can be. The president wouldn't be too pleased at the unprofessional display."

Tony glanced at himself in the mirror and fixed a couple hairs that had fallen out of place. The grey's were much more noticeable, but Peter told him he liked it, so they stayed.

The wrinkles that formed beside his eyes were also more defined than they had been 5 years ago, but Peter said he liked those too. He'd also taken his hand while they were eating dessert with a movie and told him he liked the spots on his hands that signified his age. Told him how much he enjoyed his Dad's old sense of humor and horrid dance moves..

Sniffling, he felt his eye twitch as the memories flooded by. Peter loved him like no other, and he..he couldn't..

"Daddy?" Came Peter's shy, hesitant voice--only this time it was filled with concern.

I'm fine, he thought, but turned to Peter and ushered him towards one of the sinks.

"I'm fine, don't worry." He reassured, standing now right behind his precious boy as the sink water flowed.

Peter pressed back into him suddenly, leaving him to be a bit shocked, but he tried to act unfazed.

his boy was also always so..touchy. It wasn't like he'd ever complain, but the way he spoke sometimes..

The way he'd taken to adjusting himself way too many times during their last movie night. It had gotten a bit..heated on his end. It was a physical reaction though--nothing out of the ordinary.

"Mm..Daddy.." Peter practically moaned, letting his hands rest in the hot water that was slowly turning his son's hands red. Tony reached out, grabbing them with his much larger pair, and pulled them away before they could start to hurt.

"What is it baby?"

Peter seemed to think as he swayed on his feet, body pressed against Tony's, and his eye's half lidded.

"Can we get ice cream after this before we head back to the lab?"

How peculiar, though he had no reason to say no, so he didn't. He couldn't ever seem to find the two letter word in his vocabulary when it came to his sweet precious boy.

That smile..and the adorable little noises and flush that fell over his son's cheeks was to die for.

They eventually made it back into the room 5 minutes before the meeting was due to start, and he was glad to see that the general didn't have enough heat inside of him to utter anything else.

Well, except for 'thank you', but that was his job--not anything particularly personal.

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"Thank you for the ice cream Daddy.."

Tony spared a glance over at his son who was currently devouring his double scooped chocolate hazelnut, and smiled. How precious he was in moments like these. The shine in his eye and the way the chocolate seemed to always make its way all and around his mouth. He loved it to no end, and that was somehow still an understatement.

"Of course baby. Can't say no now can I?"

Had he ever?

"Can uh.." and the voice sounded nervous which only inclined for Tony to want to know more.

"Can I sit in your lap?"

The request was stark and strange to his ears, as he hadn't ever heard it before-or at least in well over a decade. Peter? In his lap?

Tony glanced down at the space between him and the steering wheel, and remembered the same elated feeling he'd been filled with when his son had practically worked his way up against him during movie night.

He reached to his side and heard the soft, familiar hum of his seat inching back to create more space. Tony wasn't doing it without knowing if his boy would fit though--no no no, he'd had one too many delectable women in his lap before.

Within the past couple years not as much though, for reasons unbeknownst to him still, but that was neither here nor there.

"Sure Pete, put your ice cream on the dashboard so it doesn't spill."

His heart thudded when his son began to move--skittish and awkward, but move nonetheless.

He grunted from the pressure of a boy resting on his, but soon was facing his boy head on. knee on either side of him--and a hand resting on his shoulder while he turned to grab his cup full of ice cream. Tony had never been a fan of the cones in the car. Too messy..too unpredictable.

Much like his son was right now come to think of it.

Tony hummed and took a few spoonfuls into his mouth when he spotted Peter staring--more than he usually did.

"Something wrong? Ice cream on my face or something?" He questioned, and suddenly looked down to find a hand resting against his side.

"And don't drip any of that on my suit--I can't be running home to get a new one, okay?"

"What about your change at the lab?--"

Tony eye'd him with a quirked brow in unison, "The one at the lab's for the lab, you know this."

Peter nodded and leaned back against the wheel behind him--momentarily puzzling Tony as to how the horn wasn't doing off. Perhaps they were just lucky because whatever entities from above knew that he didn't want a lick of attention on him right now.

This feeling he had..which was pounding harder and harder every second that his son was on his lap, was strange to say the least. It left him twitchy, and with a hot collar he wanted to loosen.

Perhaps he needed to get laid if physical touch such as this was getting him bothered. Perhaps even more, he should've said no.

No..what a blunt word. He often pondered it at night when he had the sudden urge to sneak into his son's room at night, or when he wanted to hide him away in their fancy, yet moderately normal looking home, never to be seen again.

When he wanted to wrap him up and kiss him for doing so good--or when he wanted even more to hit him when he'd been bad.

There were a lot of thing's Tony said no to.

Tony took another bite of cold coffee flavored ice cream, wishing dearly that it might soothe the growing heat within himself.

The urge to grab--to touch--to rip and pry..

He took another bite and licked his spoon in the process.

To see tears in those precious dark-brown bambi eyes.

"Daddy?" Came the familiar voice of concern yet again, now knocking him out of whatever deep seated monstrous thoughts he'd just been having.

"Yes dear?"

Peter squirmed a bit, and put his delicate hand on his belly, making Tony's breath startle just a tad.

"I know you said some of the lab techs make fun of you for having a dad bod but..I think it's nice." The boy smiled out, his tone light and breezy, innocent as can be.

"I like it."

he chuckled almost immediately after the words were spoken as he took yet another bite, now coming sadly to the end of his dearly beloved treat.

"What?" Peter accused, now pouting around an empty plastic spoon.

"Oh nothing bad sweetheart, I swear. I just think it's sweet how you tell me how much you like things, that's all." He brought his hand innocently up to brush a hair out of the way of his son's face, and hummed deeply.

Peter eye'd him nervously once more, "Do you like it?"

What a wonderfully complex question. To what regard? He wasn't sure. He think's a less than innocent part of himself liked it more than he does right now, but it's all the same, isn't it?

"Oh of course I do. Sometimes I wonder if I like it too much."

Peter shifted again, getting closer to himself as both of their empty ice cream containers now rested in the passenger seat. His arms quickly wrapped around his hips, digging behind him and grazing against the seat no doubt as Tony felt like one of those sloths on the nature channel.

he felt latched onto--suckered into this strange, new, startling situation in which his son was hugging him, whilst his own cock was in fact, erect in between them.

How peculiar, he thought, as he wrapped his own arms around the sweet boy in front of him.

How glaringly devious of him to ignore the way Peter's breath caught after a subtle movement.

Tony held still, merely letting his body lie still in use of whatever situation was transpiring before him.

"Just.." Peter uttered wetly with another subtle brush, "Just like the videos daddy..Watch em just to i-imagine you."

What a positively corrosive ego boost that was.

"Oh really? Won't you tell me what happens next?" He cooed persuasively, letting his hands continue to merely sooth--now eternally grateful for the illegal tint that he had on his glass.

being the most popular mad scientist of the government world did have its occasional perks. not that it's a popularity contest in the slightest--though he was the smartest.

"T-The daddy he..he's all sweet but..then he.." and Peter whimpers, brushing his erection against his own larger one.

"..he's mean."

Mean, you say?

"With the..um.." and Peter's fingers wrapped around and tugged at Tony's belt, making he himself shiver at the possibility.

Such a perfect deviant.

"Would you like it if Daddy hit you with the belt Peter? Have you been a bad boy recently?"

Peter shuddered, a cry reaching out from his throat to take hold of his soothingly harsh worlds as he nodded against Tony's shoulder.

"U-uh huh.."

Tony let out a gentle breath, followed by a subtle hummed grunt.

"And what is it that you did, to make you so terribly deserving of such a punishment?"

"A boy--a-at school. He..I..we kissed behind the school, after class. He'd offered me a cigarette and when I said n-no cause you'd be real mad if I did that..he told me I could get a taste of it from him."

Hm, yes, Tony though, I would be rather upset. Perhaps one of those punk seniors thought to get a handle on his junior year aged son.

He continued to comfort his boy through the subtle cries and soon, even his climax.. now letting his shaking son breath hot puffs of air out against his suit jacket covered shoulder.

Perhaps, Tony thought as he pulled Peter closer, he should've said no. This feeling he had..this loose string of fear from the secret they both now held between them. He wished he could be so oblivious as to think it was okay, but he knew it wasn't. He knew it was dark and twisted--unfavored by the masses, but in moments when the little crying voice in his mind wasn't spewing out regrets, he wondered what life could be like.

"I'm glad you told me what was on your mind..seems like that was a lot to keep in, huh?" A sleepy nod could be felt only making him hold him tighter.

To never touch his boy in ways that were inherently malicious.. but rather to merely allow peter to use him..

Need him..

"I love you baby." he whispered against the head of soft curls, now taking in a deep, soothing breath while kissing the area for good measure.

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Tony is definitely dealing with something mentally--but he can't really put his finger on it--and neither can I XD Poor poor Tony..always in so much anguish. Perhaps I should write something a tad bit more cheerful next time, yeah?

Sorry the belt scene isn't in here either-- I wanted to make sure this actually got posted as opposed to sitting in my drafts (like literally so many other things XD) So perhaps Tony wielding a belt will make it's appearance another time?

Hope you all enjoyed that, if you've made it to the end :)

#starker #starkercest #iron man x spiderman #tony stark x peter parker #starker fic #starker au

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