hi! i just nutted at superior!iron man huhu. anyways, can i request a ficlet where peter has a nsfw tumblr where he pours out all his thirst + wanting to be a good boy for his daddy and tony finds out? hehe thank you for your consideration.
We need more thirst for Tony Stark really. And who better to deliver than Peter? Enjoy!!
Like most teenagers, Peter was glued to his phone. It wasn’t usually a problem; Peter was courteous, and he put his phone away while they worked. But recently Tony noticed Peter was sneaking his phone out more and more during their time together. He’d rapidly text away, devious little grin on his face, and then quickly shove his phone back into his jeans.
It was probably nothing - Peter May have been using his phone that way from day one, and Tony might have only noticed now. But his small smiles and the light blush on Peter’s cheeks as he stared at his phone made Tony think that this was a recent development. Maybe the kid finally had a partner. It was none of his business really... Tony wasn’t going to be jealous of a phone.
Except he was. It had been brewing for some time. And it all came to a head when he snapped at Peter over a lunch break. He knew the kid was typing away under the table. Tony was in the middle of talking about some boring event he was supposed to attend. But he was planning on asking Peter to go with him. Now this.
“What is so important, kid?” he said.
Peter gave him a sheepish smile. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “It’s nothing.” He put his phone on the table, screen dark and blank.
“I’m just trying to talk to you here,” Tony continued.
“I know,” Peter replied, “I just thought of something funny and wanted to write it down before I forgot.”
“What was it?” Tony asked.
Peter let out a nervous laugh. “It’s dumb, something Ned and I made up,” he said, “You wouldn’t get it.”
Tony got the distinct feeling Peter was hiding whatever he had been typing out. The screen on Peter’s phone lit up with a notification. Tony’s eyes darted to it, though he was unable to really see what it said. He glanced back to Peter who’s wide brown eyes conveyed ‘deer in the headlights.’
Tony snatched the phone from the table and swiped open the notification. He’d seen Peter’s password entered before - his own birthdate. Peter jumped up from his seat. He reached across the table for the device but Tony scooted back in his chair. “Mr. Stark!” Peter whined.
Tony rose from his chair read what the notification was attached to. A post, obviously from a blog Peter was running. It read: “Watching Tony Stark eat makes me jealous of his food. Like, taste me too please!”
The response he’d been sent said: “Chew me up and spit me out!”
Tony raised his eyes to Peter. The boy’s face was bright red. He refused to make eye contact with Tony. He held out his hand to receive his phone back. But Tony wasn’t done yet. He tapped on the screen and began scrolling through the rest of Peter’s posts:
“Does anyone else cream when Tony Stark calls himself Daddy?”
“When Mr. Stark calls you Good Boy: “
“Seriously. I just want him to fuck me until my spine breaks.”
“It’s criminal that Tony Stark can walk around making us all nut without consequences.”
“Have you guys seen Tony Stark’s sex tape? I need to be in one.”
“Hey, Mr. Stark, I think you’re really cool, like you a lot, maybe we can... fuck or something.”
“Sometimes I just want to call Mr. Stark daddy to his face to see what happens.”
“I’d let Tony Stark raw me for a corn chip.”
“Tony Stark’s ass could save the world.”
“I just saw the outline of Tony Stark’s dick and I want to break my jaw on it.”
“Tony Stark invented Big Dick Energy.”
Peter wrestled his phone back from Tony and shoved it into his pocket. “I’m sorry Mr. Stark!” he said, “It’s just a joke blog. I’ll delete it.”
“Don’t,” Tony replied. He stepped toward Peter cornering him against the table. “Did you mean all that?” he asked.
“Um... yeah,” Peter breathed. He saw the way Tony’s eyes had darkened. Blush crept across his face again.
“You want me to call you good boy some more?” He purred.
“Ohmygod,” Peter gasped. “Please.”
“Why don’t you show me how good you can be,” Tony offered.
Peter dropped to his knees. “Yes, Mr. Stark,” he moaned.
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