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babybatscreationsv2 · 4 months

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Ball Drop

Marvel | Starker

Peter is excited to spend New Year's Eve with Tony only to find that Tony invited all of his friends. Tony's not too worried about spoiling their plans, especially once he starts pouring drinks down Peter's throat.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings and tags below

A Holiday Horrors Fic

Warnings/tags: forced drinking, underage drinking, romnoncon, somnophilia, drunk sex, public sex, object penetration

Peter yawned and stretched, laying himself across Tony's couch. Despite winter break, he was still used to going to bed early for school. Staying up until midnight was going to be rough. Or it would be if not for Tony. They'd eaten dinner and now the TV was showing Times Square's big New Year's party. He didn't even know the musician on the screen, but everyone in the crowd looked frozen from the cold weather.

"Tony? You gonna come watch?" Peter called out.

"Almost ready," Tony called back. Then the doorbell rang. "Can you get that, sweetheart?"

Peter's forehead scrunched. As usual, Tony's parents were out of town. Jarvis had already gone to bed. He'd been excited to have some time just the two of them. Tony hadn't even mentioned having friends over.

Peter got up from the couch and walked through the house to the entry. Through the frosted glass he saw two bodies standing on the other side. He opened up the door and was greeted by excited teenaged smiles.

"Hey, Parker," Steve greeted.

"What's up, Pete," Bucky said. "Where's Tony?" They both held brown paper bags in their hands. Peter hid his disappointment. They were here for the ball drop.

"He's just getting some things together." He stepped aside. "Come on in."

Peter pouted at their backs as they took off their coats and hung them up. They all went to the den where the TV was playing. Bucky plopped down on the couch and kicked his feet up on the coffee table while Steve took the bottles out of the paper bags. They'd brought bourbon and tequila. Peter didn't have to be a drinker to know someone was throwing up tonight. Finally, Tony came to join them.

"Who wants snacks?" He set a tray of chips with an array of dips on the table. Bucky put his feet down so he could dig in. Peter just crossed his arms.

Catching sight of his pouting face, Tony nodded toward the kitchen and the two of them slipped away. Tony wrapped his arms around him and kissed his forehead.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"I thought we were gonna have fun together."

"We are."

"But it'll be so late when they leave," Peter whined.

Tony pressed him back against the counter. "Who says they have to leave?" His lips ran over Peter's neck, covering him in tingling kisses.

"Well it is a big house..." Peter pulled him closer, gasping when Tony's thigh pressed between his legs.

"That's my boy," Tony purred. He gave him a filthy kiss, hand tangling in his hair. Then he stepped back, grinning, and went back to the den.

Peter followed after him only for Tony to leave again as the doorbell rang once more. He sat down beside Bucky. Across the room, Steve was grinning at him.

"What?"

"You two having fun?" he smirked.

"What do you-" Peter blushed. He could feel the bruise forming on his neck and his hair was a mess from Tony's hands. He smoothed it down with his fingers and turned his attention to the TV. Stupid Steve could mind his business.

"Hey, now the party's here!" Steve declared as Sam came to join them. He was followed shortly by Rhodie, Bruce, and the linebacker everyone just called Thor.

Everyone brought more alcohol and it quickly followed around the room. Tony sat down beside with a drink in each hand.

"Brought you something." He offered Peter a strawberry wine cooler.

"No, thanks."

"Come on, it's New Year's. We're here to celebrate!"

Tony held out the bottle and carefully put it to his mouth. Peter wrapped his lips around it, instantly blushing. Then Tony tipped it back. Strawberry liquid flooded his mouth and left him no choice but to gulp it down. It tasted pretty good, but it burned in his belly. When Tony took the bottle away it was half empty and Peter felt unsteady. He reached a hand out to Tony until the room stopped wobbling around.

"I think that's about all I can handle," Peter laughed.

"Well, this one's yours if you change your mind." Tony set the bottle down on the table.

It must have been the alcohol, but he didn't feel quite so grumpy about all of Tony's friends being there anymore. He snuggled into Tony's side and observed while they talked. Tony's arm wrapped around him. His fingers traced lines over his arm. When his part in the conversation lulled, he turned to Peter to kiss him, but the kiss turned into tongue fucking, Peter turned his face away.

"Have you ever tried bourbon?" Tony asked. He held up his glass. Peter shook his head. "Well you have to at least try it. Here."

Tony tipped the glass towards his mouth and Peter let him feed him again. The bourbon tasted much more distinctly like alcohol with much more burn, but it was smooth and sweet. He didn't dislike it. He licked the taste from his lips.

"I think I'll stick with mine," Peter said with a laugh. He picked up his own bottle from the table and took a sip before he realized what he was doing.

His eyes felt heavy. His body felt good all over. Tony's hand came to rest in his lap and he almost moaned. He'd never felt so... open so uninhibited. Like he didn't care what anyone thought or saw. He just wanted to keep feeling good. When Tony's hand slid up his thighs, he spread his legs, letting him run his fingers over his cock through his jeans. It was a while before he really got hard, but that's when he pushed Tony's hand away, afraid that the others would notice. He could barely understand the conversation now. It was just loud noise mingled with the TV.

"Look here, Pete," Tony said gently. He dipped his fingers into the glass and held them up to his mouth. His face was hot, either from embarrassment or the alcohol he wasn't sure, but he opened his mouth and sucked Tony's fingers inside.

He was so horny now and he was having a hard time remembering why he wasn't supposed to be. Why was he supposed to wait until they were alone? Tony's fingers felt so good in his mouth. And the bourbon tasted better each time Tony dipped his fingers in it and put them back. When the glass was too low to coat his fingers anymore, Tony tipped the rest into his mouth.

"Hey, Steve, top me up?" Tony called. Peter blinked, remembering they weren't alone, but when Steve smiled at him as he filled up Tony's glass all he could do was smile back.

"You're sweating, baby. Are you too hot? Why don't you get comfortable?" Tony said. "Here, let me help you."

Tony set his glass down and reached for Peter's t-shirt instead. Unable to think, he let Tony lift it over his head and toss it behind the couch.

"Is that better? Maybe have another drink. You look thirsty."

Peter nodded and picked up his drink. He put the bottle to his lips and finished on the rest of that sweet strawberry wine cooler. He snuggled into Tony's side.

"I think I had too much to drink," he giggled.

"It feels good doesn't it?" Tony kissed his lips, but Peter could barely kiss him in response. His mouth didn't move the way it should and he knew it was sloppy but all he could do was laugh.

"You're still too hot, baby. Let's take your pants off."

Peter shook his head. He shouldn't do that, but he couldn't think of why. Tony ignored him and unbuttoned his pants. He didn't do anything to stop him from yanking them down and even kicked them the rest of the way off when Tony told him too.

"I think I should go to bed, Tony." Peter looked at his boyfriend. Something didn't feel right. His head was so foggy. He felt this hysterical need to laugh bubbling up inside him, but underneath that he was worried. He just couldn't remember what or why he should care.

"Don't be nervous, sweetheart. Come here, you can sit on my lap."

Peter went without resistance as Tony pulled him up into his lap. Tony's hand slipped between his legs and he let them spread open.

"That's a good boy," he purred.

Peter smiled. His blurry eyes were drawn to the tv by the sound of cheering. He couldn't really tell what was happening. The screen was all burry colors as people moved around. He moaned as Tony kept rubbing his cock through his briefs. That's when he saw Steve staring at him, drink in hand and a grin on his face. He looked around to find the whole room watching him and not the TV.

"Your friends are watching," he said nervously.

"Don't mind them," Tony said. He kissed his neck and Peter shivered. "It feels good doesn't it? Who cares what they think."

"Yeah..." Peter licked his lips. Everything felt good all over.

"Let's take these off. It'll feel even better."

"But Tony..." Peter said, feeling embarrassed, but his hands were too weak to push Tony's away as he stripped off his underwear.

"Shh, be good and I'll make you feel good."

Tony touched his cock again and it did feel good. Everything felt good. He didn't know why he kept trying to say no. He moaned happily while Tony played with him. His hand wrapped around his throat and held him still as he squirmed, clumsily looking for more.

"Play with your nipples, that'll feel good."

"Yeah," Peter agreed. His hands slid up his chest, uncoordinated, missing their targets and fumbling around until he got it right. He heard one of the boys chuckling and laughed with them. Then he found his nipples like Tony told him too and he was right, it felt so good.

"That's a good boy. You look so pretty like that, baby," Tony purred.

"Wanna cum," Peter whined.

Tony chuckled. "You're barely even hard. Gotta be patient."

Peter whined. "Make me cum."

Tony slapped his thigh. "Don't be spoiled."

"Please, Tony, please!" Peter gagged as Tony stuffed three fingers into his open mouth. He sucked on them, but he had such little control over what he was doing and he kept choking.

"That's one way to shut him up," Bucky laughed.

"He looks like he's gonna pass out," Steve commented.

"Can we get a turn when drops, Tony?" Bucky asked.

"You keep your pervert hands off my toy, Barnes."

Peter moaned around Tony's fingers. They were all talking about him, watching him. And they wanted to touch him. He could just imagine all those hands all over him. But he was Tony's toy, all Tony's. And Tony was being rougher now, annoyed by the conversation maybe. His hand was so fast on his cock that he could barely breathe. His fingers trying to burrow into his throat didn't help with that either. He felt so good, so overwhelmed. He could hear them all still laughing, talking about him, but he barely understood.

Then finally, he came. The pleasure didn't last long before he passed out.

When he woke, the first thing he felt was his full bladder. Then something else, he realized, was full. Something was in his ass. He moaned, blinking his blurry eyes. He still felt hazy and his mouth was dry. How long was he out?

"Tony?" He licked his dry lips and looked up at his boyfriend.

"Go back to sleep, Petey," Tony cooed. He slowed his movements. His fingers tingled his skin as they ran over his side. He was naked, but he didn't remember taking his clothes off. Much of the night was foggy and full of holes in his mind.

"Tony? What's going on? What happened?" he slurred.

"Here, I know," Tony said. He pulled his cock from his ass and grabbed something from the table. An open bottle of champagne. This'll put you back out quick." Tony pressed a hand to his abdomen to hold him down. Peter cried out as he stuffed it inside him. Tony fucked him with it, liquid sloshing out inside him. It bubbled inside him, fizzing like soda, making his insides tingle.

"Don't give him all of that, Tony," Steve said. "It's too much. I'm not going to the hospital because you're a psychopath."

"It's New Year's Eve, Steven. Everyone has to toast the new year." Tony rolled his eyes. He looked at Peter. "You love it don't you, sweetheart? You love it when I take advantage of you. Now pass out again so I can finish."

"Tony..." Peter whined, his whole body felt heavy, even his tongue.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll make sure you get a kiss at midnight."

He moaned. The bottle felt good and the drunk haze was returning fast. He was half aware of his tongue lolling out of his mouth and a smile on his face. A little giggle escaped him and Tony smiled.

"That's a good boy. Feeling cozy and warm. Go back to sleep now," he purred.

His body was so heavy and he was so tired. Everything felt so good. He felt his cock twitch against his belly and he might have cum again, but either way he slowly drifted back to sleep.

He came in and out of it, too drunk to really wake up now. Once he opened his eyes to see Tony fucked him way too hard, Peter's limp legs over his shoulders, a cruel grin on his face. Later he saw some of Tony's friends making out, grinding on each other, someone was jacking off. He heard the count down as the ball dropped and warm wetness in his ass. He blinked blurry eyes and he was pretty sure that was Tony coming in his ass. He kissed his slack mouth and whispered in his ear, "Happy New Year, slut."

He didn't wake up again until the morning. His whole body was stiff and achy and he was freezing. Someone had put him in the bathtub and laid a towel over him for a blanket. He was sticky all over and all he could smell was alcohol. It was in his hair, on his face, between his legs.

He tried to remember what happened, but after sitting in Tony's lap it was all a blur. He sat up and pain rippled through his lower half. He felt bruised inside. There were actual, visible bruises, on his hips and ankles. He hated how good that felt, knowing Tony fucked him while he was unconscious. And he didn't just fuck him, he brutalized him. He wanted him to feel it the next morning and he did for sure.

Peter dragged himself out of the table. Nausea hit as he stood then the nights worth of alcohol made its way back up and mostly into the toilet. As he rinsed his mouth he hoped Jarvis made Tony clean it, the bastard.

Tony was in bed, curled up like he'd done nothing wrong. As innocent as a newborn. Peter limped over to the bed and crawled in next to him. An arm wrapped around him and warm lips kissed his forehead. His anger deflated and he snuggled in against Tony's chest.

#starker #marvel #holiday fic #new years eve

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the-mad-starker · 1 year

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Starker Smut: The Daily Life of a Stark Heir [4/6]

Yay another chapter done. I feel like it was rushed but I'm satisfied. 🥲

Summary: A fun little car ride before the big event.

WC: 2353

(AO3 Link)

Tumblr: Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3

Fic notes: Omegaverse, starkercest, alpha Tony Stark, Omega Peter Parker, intersex omegas, vaginal sex, anal sex, creampie, knotting, felching, free use, somnophilia, kitchen sex, blowjobs, oral knotting, cockwarming, exhibitionism

Chapter notes: anal sex, car sex, vaginal fingering

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It's a Friday night and usually, he has a nerdy hang out planned with Ned but SI is hosting a gala tonight.

So Peter will make an appearance and he'll take as many pictures with his genius father as the photographers want. The questions, though, he'll field to his dad. They're always asking when he'll be mated off and who the lucky alpha would be.

Peter knows he's a genius like his dad but sometimes he really wonders how no one could see his father's plans for him.

The omega shrugs it off as he trudges his way toward the parking garage where he knows Happy is supposed to pick him up.

There's a limo there instead and the distinct familiar figure leaning against the side has Peter perking up.

"Dad!" He calls out surprised but pleased. It's not like it's uncommon for Tony to swing by but with how fast things have to move for the Gala, he hadn't expected to see his father until they met up at the event.

Tony gives him a cheerful wave and when Peter gets close enough, the alpha envelopes him in his arms. His dad nuzzles against his neck, inhaling the faint scent of books and ink and nestled deeper, his omega son's unique one.

Peter indulges in it, letting his father scent him as much as he pleases. When Tony finally pulls away, Peter smiles at him.

"Thought you would be too busy to come today," Peter says with a bright smile.

"Never too busy for my favorite kid," Tony says seriously.

"I'm your only kid," Peter says cheekily. He takes a step towards the limo door only to gasp in surprise when his father pushes him against the shiny polished surface. "Dad…?"

"As my only kid," Tony says, "gotta make sure you're ready for tonight."

There's some shuffling behind him before Peter realizes that his father is going on his knees. His hands are pressed against the tinted windows, but he sees the way his breath fogs up the glass. His cheek feels warm, too, against the cool surface.

It comes as no surprise then when he feels his daddy pulling his pants and underwear down.

Since they hadn't fucked in the meeting, Peter's body has been in a state of arousal since then. His body is just too used to a fuck, quick or otherwise, when his daddy gets his hands on him but their schedule is so tight today.

His pussy is getting wet, of course it is. How can he pretend to be unaffected? He feels his daddy's breath against his exposed ass, his fingers gently rubbing and spreading the slick around with soft wet sounds.

"Dad…" Peter complains.

"I'm sorry I couldn't fuck you properly earlier," his daddy apologizes, "A quickie probably isn't in the works right now either. Don't wanna tire you out too much before the big event."

"I can take it, dad," Peter protests fiercely. "You've made sure I can take anything you dish out to me so don't…"

His father's insinuation that Peter can't kind of annoys him because he's Peter Stark. Only he knows how to thoroughly please his father. Even when he's thoroughly used and dropping, he can handle anything his daddy wants.

"Mhmm," comes his daddy's hum of approval but Peter isn't sure he's even listening.

His daddy's too focused on playing with him and he does play.

Tony grips his ass and spreads his cheeks apart with just his thumb. Even if he looks over his shoulder, Peter wouldn't be able to see what his dad is up to so he just waits.

He doesn't have to wait for long. His daddy thumbs the tightly furled hole of his asshole and finds it dry. The light touch makes Peter clench up instinctively.

"Daddy wants to use my ass?" Peter asks curiously, shifting on his feet and wiggling his hips a little. With the time crunch they're in, he figured his dad would just do a quick fuck and hold off on knotting.

"It's too tempting not to, kid," his daddy admits. "Just for a little bit, okay?"

"Mmkay, you can use it whenever you want, dad," Peter says, "I'm your omega, after all."

Tony purrs at the words. "That's right, isn't it? My good omega son."

Peter shudders when his daddy moves his hand between his legs, rubbing against his pussy lips and dipping into his wet hole. Peter's already wet so when Tony starts to leisurely pump his fingers in and out, Peter moans in appreciation.

It's not what he needs– he needs his dad's cock– but it's good enough.

Peter leans his forehead against the window, fogging it up even more with his breath.

His heart jumps when the window he's leaning on jerks down just slightly.

"Boss, we need to get going," Happy calls from within. "Is he– Pete, let your dad know cause we gotta get going."

"Mmk–" Peter barely acknowledges it but he calls out to his dad with a soft moan. "Dad, Hap– Hap says we gotta go."

His daddy's fingers persistently jab inside him, fingers circling and rubbing in a spot that has Peter's eyelids fluttering. Another deep press has the omega biting down on his lip because it's right where the knot would sit. The pressure isn't the same, so it's not the same as being knotted, but it still feels good.

"Just need a minute," his daddy says.

Peter repeats it to Happy but he's barely aware of doing so. He only knows that the window rolls back up because his fingers leave streaks where his breath had fogged up the glass.

"Dad… daddy…" Peter whines. His voice echoes and bounces around in the large open space of the parking lot.

His alpha daddy gives one last shove of his fingers, one last jolt of pleasure that has Peter arching his back before he removes them.

"Keep it down, kid," Tony reminds him and then those slick wet fingers return but not to his pussy. They nudge against his back hole, one finger testing the tightness before sliding in.

Peter gasps and holds very still, trembling, as his daddy works his asshole open. It's been a while since their morning fuck so his hole is tight but still soft and ready for use.

His daddy prepares him diligently, slicking up his back hole with the wetness from his pussy. Peter opens easily, knowing to relax and push back so that the prep takes almost no time at all.

His hips push back, chasing after the pull of his father's fingers. It's a different kind of pleasure, getting fucked in the ass. But it's one that Peter's gotten used to.

He expects his daddy to press him against the limo once he deems Peter ready.

Instead, his alpha yanks the limo door open and Peter gets shoved inside. His chest is pushed down against the expensive leather seats and he scrabbles to get up.

Hands grab into his hips, keeping him right where his daddy wants him. His alpha's cock is pushed inside his hole, fucking in halfway before his father pulls out and does it again.

"Mmph!" Peter groans and clings to the seats as his ass gets fucked.

His daddy fucks him from behind and he steadies himself. His jeans help to cushion his knees and his daddy's hands keep him in position.

"Boss!" Happy complains from the front, "Pepper's gonna kill me if we're late. We gotta get Peter ready for the gala too."

"Ah…!" His daddy's cock pushes up right against his prostate.

It doesn't seem as though his father would stop and Peter revels in it even when he feels bad for causing trouble for Ms. Potts.

The alpha reaches around, fondling Peter's hard cocklet as it drips and stains the floor of the limo. He gives another thrust, sinking in deep and making Peter gasp as he sees stars. Then Tony grinds in deep, savoring the closeness of their connection, the tightness of Peter's ass.

He stills and his hands slip back to Peter's hips before sliding down, each warm palm settling on his cheeks. Then similar to earlier, he spreads Peter's ass apart and gives a hum of approval at what he finds.

"God, look at that hole trying so hard to take cock," Tony groans in appreciation. He rubs at the reddened hole, the tip of his thumb threatens to breach the already stuffed rim.

Peter clenches even tighter around his daddy's cock, breathless with how full he feels. When Tony doesn't do anything else but admire the view, Peter gets impatient and bounces a bit. He rocks on his dad's cock in an attempt to get him to continue.

"Ugh, hold on, Pete," Tony grunts. He pulls out a couple of inches and then spits to where his cock is exposed. When he sinks back in, the renewed wetness makes it even slicker and easier to slide in.

To Peter's dismay, his dad doesn't resume fucking him like before. After a few more thrusts, his daddy pulls out completely and leaves the omega feeling unfulfilled. Peter's about to turn around and complain when a swift smack against his backside has him jolting.

"Get in, kid. I'm not done with you yet but we gotta get going, as our dear Happy keeps reminding us." Tony says. His cock is still glistening wet and so hard, twitching between his father's legs.

Peter eagerly obeys, holding onto his pants as he gets in. His daddy slides in after him and tugs at the omega's pants.

"Get these off and get on my lap," he instructs Peter. Then to Happy, he says, "Let's get rolling, Hap! We got a gala to attend."

Peter kicks off his pants, leaving them in a heap on the floor along with his underwear.

Happy starts to drive off as Peter moves into position. He wobbles on his feet as the limo moves but with his daddy's help, he sits on the alpha's lap.

Tony's cock is hot against his bare skin and he shifts up.

"It'd be so much easier if you just used my pussy, dad," Peter complains when he blindly tries to position his dad's cock at his other hole.

"I love all your holes, Pete, but just get my cock inside this sweet ass of yours. Don't want your pussy too sore for tonight so it's this hole fo now," Tony says patiently even with his voice strained.

He's helping Peter balance while Peter finally presses the alpha's cockhead to his rim. Once positioned, Peter sinks down on his father's cock and they both groan when he fully sits on Tony's lap.

Peter presses a hand against his belly and groans when he feels Tony's cock twitch inside him.

"Go on, kid, fuck yourself on daddy's cock," Tony orders him. He helps Peter bounce on his dick, his hands tight on the omega's hips.

Outside, the sky is starting to darken and once they join the road, other cars flank the limo. The windows are tinted but uncovered so even from where Peter's sitting on his daddy's lap, he can see other drivers and passengers and even the buildings as they drive on.

Peter eagerly continues his bouncing, helping along with the movement of the car, though it sometimes gives him trouble. He doesn't want to slip off his daddy's cock, though, so eventually, he keeps his bouncing to a minimum. It's just enough stimulation to pleasure his daddy.

At one point, his daddy helps him turn around so that his knees settle on either side of his daddy's hips. This position is much easier and he tucks his face into Tony's shoulder, drinking in the scent of his alpha.

"Happy, can you turn right here?" Tony interrupts.

By then, Peter has his eyes closed, just focusing on his daddy's hands, his voice, and his cock.

His eyes shoot open when they hit a rough patch of road.

"O-Oh!" He cries out when he falls back against his daddy's chest. "Mmph!"

He quickly realizes this was his daddy's plan all along because the rough patch of road doesn't end. They've turned down a bad stretch of road that's partially under construction and each pothole, each rough bump, has Peter bouncing roughly in place.

His daddy is enjoying it immensely and Peter… Peter is too distracted by the now rough fucking. He's barely catching his breath and has to cling to his father.

His daddy's cock is fucking into his ass roughly, in and out– Every bump has him bouncing higher than intended and when he drops, it's to the shock of his daddy's entire alpha cock shoving in from tip to hilt.

Peter barely has control and only had the help of his daddy to keep him in place. He ends up giving himself over to the mercy of the road and his own luck and just braces himself for the rough fucking.

By the time they get back on smooth clean road, Peter's come twice and has ruined his daddy's clothes. His daddy also came, shooting off a load into his ass but making sure to keep his knot from shoving in. As a result, they've made a mess between their legs, his alpha daddy's come spilling from his used hole.

His daddy has shoved two fingers back into his asshole, swirling the mess of alpha come and slick together.

"We're here," Happy announces cheerfully.

Peter groans even as his daddy finally pulls his fingers out and gently pats his ass. His hole feels a bit sore but it's nothing he can't handle, especially since it's more than likely his daddy only intends to use his pussy for the gala.

"Time to get ready, kiddo. Hope you're ready for tonight."

His legs feel like jelly but Peter huffs against his daddy's neck.

"'m okay, dad. Just… maybe carry me in?"

Tony chuckles but Happy opens the doors, his daddy does exactly that and brings Peter in his arms to where their team is waiting to get them ready.

#starker #starkercest #madstarker: the daily life of a stark heir #madstarker writes #nff #moody mads #sfstarkercest23 #omegaverse

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thespiderlingandthetinman · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Ratings: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Incest, Father/Son Incest, Starkercest, Dubious Consent, Somnophilia, Daddy Kink, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Sharing a Bed, Dubious consent that turns into full consent, Starker

Summary: Tony couldn’t believe all it took was sharing a bed to get him to throw all of his morals out the window.

@sthefystarker for u! :-) <3

#Starker #Starkercest #ao3 #mine #tinmanfriendly

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statisticalcats2 · 1 year

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13.) Rec a dead dove fic!

I'm gonna rec "(i can hear) violins, violins" by SbiderSlut over on Ao3.

(Warnings for non-con, somnophilia, alcoholism, and just lots of psychological unhealthiness)

It's an MCU Starker fic that's a followup for another fic written by a different author, HarmoniaChimera, where Tony, while drunk, noncons an also drunk and unconscious Peter. The fic I recced is the aftermath of that from Peter's point of view as he deals with the trauma and broken trust while also still wanting to be with Tony and his violation having unlocked undiscovered kinks for Peter. It's a pretty psychologically dark fic, one that lingered heavily in my brain for multiple days after I first read it. I don't usually like darker takes on Tony in this fashion (that are like.... too close to the canon, if that makes sense) but I unexpectedly loved this fic, it's really well-written and just... so good~

#ask meme #statcat asks #blackheart-biohazards

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spidercakes · 3 years

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A/B/O somnophilia AU in which alpha!Tony absolutely rails omega!Peter.

Warnings: age difference (Peter is in his early 20′s and Tony is in his late 30′3/ early 40′s- imagine whatever you like lol), dub con (somnophilia), rough sex, A/B/O, Very Strong Dom/sub vibes, fem!Peter.

Tony wakes up with Peter curled up in front of him, his back against Tony’s chest. In his sleep he’d leaned in, face buried in the crook of Peter’s neck where it connects with his shoulder and he kisses it lightly as he stretches out some, careful not to disturb Peter. The dorm room bed is awful, but its exam week and Peter is sort of tethered to campus at the moment, and Tony’s not an ass, its not like he’ll die in this bed. He’ll just feel like he wants to in the morning.

Peter makes a soft noise in his sleep, wiggling his ass directly into Tony’s dick. He chokes on his gasp, hand grabbing Peter’s hip as he presses his forehead to Peter’s bare shoulder, exposed by his shirt slipping down. It wouldn’t be so bad, he thinks, if not for the fact that Peter had admitted, rather shyly, that he’s always been curious about sleep sex and Tony never would have guessed that Peter would share that particular kink. To be fair Peter seemed surprised that he was so into it, but somnophilia happens to be at the top of the list of things he’s into.

Its more of a bad habit he’s developed, sliding his hand up Peter’s thigh and under the too big sleep shirt he’s wearing, but this is the first time he’s found what he was looking for. He moans softly into Peter’s shoulder, considering the possibility that this is some kind of fluke, but they’ve discussed it before. Several times. But then its Peter’s normal habit to sleep without underwear anyway, the fact that he’s slept with them on is weird and- he’s overthinking it. Peter isn’t stupid, and he might be stressed but he’s never really been forgetful- he highly doubts Peter just forgot the time he’d mentioned the easiest consent mechanism for somnophilia. Underwear, no. No underwear, yes.

“Fuck,” he whispers, kissing Peter’s shoulder, continuing his path until his teeth are grazing his neck. Peter makes another small, soft noise in his sleep and Tony can feel his cock twitch, getting hard fast now that he knows what Peter is offering. “Bet you’re already wet for me,” Tony murmurs, reaching down and feeling himself through his flannel pajama pants for a moment before he reaches out and slides Peter’s shirt up over his hips. His ass is gorgeous, and when Tony shifts Peter’s leg to the side to give him better access to his hole Peter cooperates, moving a little and resettling himself with one leg hitched up, hips and ass still pointed in Tony’s direction.

So fucking perfect, just like always. He slides his hand over Peter’s ass, gripping one cheek and spreading him open, cock twitching again when he finds exactly what he thought it would. He lets go of Peter’s ass, leaning in and scenting him as he grabs his hip, rutting his mostly hard cock along his ass and moaning when he smells how fucking hot Peter must be for it. Arousal is practically falling off him in waves, even asleep, and Tony can’t hold back anymore. He doesn’t bother taking his pants off, he just pulls the waistband under his cock and balls before leaning back in and rubbing himself against Peter without anything in the way.

Peter, ever so cooperative, tilts his hips back into Tony’s. He laughs softly, “that’s right baby, give me that pretty little hole,” he murmurs, feeling at Peter’s wet hole for a moment before he pulls back to jerk himself off. Peter looks fucking delicious laid out in front of him, horny and wet for Tony and he isn’t even awake. The small, desperate noise he lets out as rubs his cock between Peter’s cheeks, catching the rim of his wet hole really can’t be helped. He feels so fucking good against Tony’s cock, slick already starting to get messy as Tony uses his cock to play with Peter’s hole.

It sucks his head in greedily, gripping him tightly and Tony lets out a choked moan as he pulls himself back out, rubbing his cock against Peter’s hole for a moment before sliding back in. His moan is louder this time, nose buried in Peter’s neck as he scents him, sliding himself in deeper as he begins to move slowly at first, but his patience doesn’t last very long. He’s wanted Peter to let him do this since the moment they met, and he brought it up over a month ago. Its been fucking torture knowing Peter wants this as much as he does, and he can’t help the way he buries himself inside Peter.

The sound of Peter’s slick makes him harder as he moves, grabbing Peter’s hip as he settles himself between his legs, pinning him down as he fucks into him enthusiastically. It doesn’t take long for Peter to wake up moaning, hand flying back and settling over Tony’s on his hip as he grinds his ass back onto his cock. “That’s it baby, show me how much you like my cock,” Tony tells him roughly, teeth harshly biting at Peter’s neck.

“Fuck,” Peter all but yells, back arching as he grinds himself back onto Tony again, wiggling his ass as he pants loudly. “Oh my god Tony please,” he says desperately, gasping as Tony pulls his hand out from under Peter’s, grabbing his wrist and pinning it above his head.

“Fucking take it,” Tony basically growls, “you make my cock feel so fucking good,” he adds, biting at Peter’s shoulder roughly.

The sharp yelp Peter lets out as his hips involuntarily tip up to take Tony in further encourages him, grip on Peter’s wrist tight as he takes what he wants. Peter is so good, so fucking good as Tony fucks him hard and rough, bed shaking enough that Tony might wonder about its structural integrity if he were in the right state of mind.

“Please, Tony,” Peter begs, voice high and desperate with arousal, moaning loudly when Tony lets go of his wrist and wraps his hand around the back of Peter’s neck instead, pushing him hard into the mattress as he fucks into Peter deep. Tony watches his cock move in and out of Peter’s hole, slick dripping down his thighs he’s so wet and he knows he has to knot him.

He smacks Peter’s ass hard with his free hand, moaning as potent scent of horny omega drives him closer to the edge. “Gunna knot that pretty little ass of yours, make sure you know who owns it,” he tells Peter, fucking into him fast.

“Yes,” Peter breathes out softly, “need it Tony, please,” he adds between all these hot little noises he keeps making.

“Mmm not gunna last much longer, sluttly little hole is so god damn tight on me baby, make me want you so fucking bad,” Tony tells him, leaning in and biting at Peter’s shoulder before resting his head against it as he pumps himself in and out of Peter’s hole, mouth dropped open in pleasure because this might be the best Peter has ever felt.

The way Peter feels when he wiggles underneath him is divine, “oh my god I’m cumming, I’m cumming Tony ah-” Peter’s voice is muffled due to being pressed into his pillow and Tony can fucking hold back knowing Peter came on nothing but his cock.

“Fuck yes, baby, s’what you’re fucking made for,” Tony tells him, knot swelling in Peter’s ass, helped along by Peter grinding back onto it panting like he can’t get enough even after cumming. It takes a few minutes of him rocking gently into Peter for him to calm down enough to let Peter up, scenting at his neck immediately and making a pleased noise when Peter immediately tilts his head to the side for him.

“Mm, thanks,” Peter murmurs, moaning softly as Tony’s teeth graze his neck.

Tony laughs, nipping at Peter’s neck again just because it feels so damn good when Peter’s muscles clench down on his knot, “my pleasure.” Like it’s a hardship to fuck Peter on the best of days let alone when he’s been handed his favorite kink on a platter. As a reward he sucks lightly at the sensitive skin on Peter’s neck, biting at the spot before sucking at it again, intent on leaving a mark.

The soft noises Peter makes as Tony continues to stuck marks into his skin encourage him, making him moan as he rocks into Peter. The knock on the door, however, does not.

He sits with his head in his hand, embarrassed. “I can’t believe i had the campus cops called on me,” Tony says.

Rhodey doesn’t even look up from his newspaper, flipping the page casually even though Tony damn well knows he’s not reading it. He’s just a dramatic bitch. “That’s what you get for cradle robbing,” he says, shrugging.

He sputters, betrayed by Rhodey so he turns to Nat, who grins. “I don’t feel bad for you either but only because its funny,” she says.

“Someone thought I assaulted Peter, that is so not funny,” he tells her. In their defense, when he’d played that back over without knowledge of what was going on he guesses that whole thing did sound pretty suspect but still.

He looks to Pepper, his last resort and he knows he’s going to get dropped on his ass but he’s still got hope. “Don’t even,” Rhodey tells him, still not looking up from the paper he isn’t reading. “She has common sense so she’s on my side.”

Tony turns back to Pepper, who pauses long enough for Rhodey to look up at her, giving her a suspicious look. “To be fair, Tony and I had that happen once when we were together and it was awful I’m so sorry you managed to do that twice,” Pepper tells him.

Vindicated he stands up, “ha!” he says to Rhodey, who is staring between him and Pepper like he’s just been told that they’re aliens, and they know because bees.

“Wait, what the fuck am I missing you two had what happen to you?” he asks.

“To be fair,” Tony says, “i completely forgot about the time I got the campus cops called on me with Pepper.”

#starker #tony stark x peter parker #starker fanfiction #abo starker #somnophilia starker #somnophilia tw #consensual somnophilia

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Tony leaving a copy of the recording where he touched, played and used Peter's unconscious body so Peter can touch himself to it after.

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Demon of the Night

fill for @spooky-starker-week Bingo 2021: Witching Hour K*nktober 2021: Inc*st/ Non-con

Content: 18+, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Inc*st, Groping, Heavy Non-con, Underage, Peter!whump Word Count: 0.9K

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The demon comes to Peter every night.

It comes when the moon is hanging high in the sky, when his parents are fast asleep.

They tell him he’s just imagining it, that monsters aren’t real.

But he can feel it. A dark presence looming over him, watching him sleep.

He’s not sure when it started appearing, but since he began to notice it, he’s been petrified of going to bed. He’d delay his bedtime, staying up as late as possible, even digging out his old nightlight. You’re a big boy now, Pete, his father had said. You shouldn’t need a nightlight. He’d confiscated it then, leaving Peter feeling vulnerable and more terrified than ever.

Sometimes Peter does wonder if he just has an active imagination. The creature has never made contact with him, only staying in the shadows. When he squints his eyes open a fraction, he can barely make out a manlike figure. But it could be a trick of the light; his senses fooling him to show him what he wants to think.

That is the thought that swirls around in Peter’s mind tonight.

It must be around midnight, he isn’t sure. He’s in his bed, his eyes squeezed shut. The creature still hasn’t shown up yet, which is unusual. He begins to wonder if it has finally decided to leave him alone.

And then he feels it. A shift in the air around him, a figure moving to stand above him. He has never dared to open his eyes. He doesn’t want to know what he might find.

He holds his breath, tries to stay still, hoping that the creature will think he’s asleep. His fingers tremble as they clutch the blanket.

And then the creature moves.

It lowers its face to hover above Peter’s. Peter thought monsters were supposed to feel cold. Instead, the creature’s body heat sends goosebumps along Peter’s skin.

Peter stiffens as a hand rakes down his arm, fingers ghosting over him. The hand is warm, the nails short and round, unlike the long claws of witches and monsters in his ghost stories. It feels like a human’s hands. But a human had never sent so much fear jolting through Peter before.

The hand moves to his shoulders, tracing over his collarbone, his chest, his stomach. It slides under Peter’s shirt, the fingers dancing over his bare skin. Peter shivers, then holds perfectly still when the hand stops in its movements. The hand is retracted, and for a moment Peter wonders if it has finally decided to stop. But the hand returns, pushing up his smooth skin towards his nipples, taking one between two fingers and pinching. Peter holds back a gasp as the fingers twist and rub the bud.

After what feels like an eternity, the hand slides out from under his shirt and moves downwards past Peter’s belly button. The fingers tug at the waistband of his boxers, pulling it down just beneath Peter’s cock. Peter bites his lip as he’s exposed to the cold night air. The fingers ghost over his length, holding Peter’s cock in one hand, fondling his balls with the other. Peter stifles a whimper as the hand wrapped around his cock begins to stroke him, tugging at his cock in soft motions.

He begins to pudge up in the creature’s hand. Tears are prickling in the corners of Peter’s eyes.

He doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want it to feel good. But it does.

He wants the creature to stop. But it doesn’t.

The creature shifts again, the hand leaving him momentarily. Then, to Peter’s horror, he feels wetness on his dick. A feeling akin to a tongue on his cock, laving over the length, swirling around the tip. Soft groaning sounds come from below, creating vibrations on his cock. It’s a deep voice. A man’s voice. Or like a man.

Lips sink down on Peter’s member, pressing against his pubis. It’s scratchy, like the kiss of his father. The feeling of a beard against his skin.

He tastes blood. Only then does he realize he’s been biting down hard on his bottom lip. Moans threaten to burst from his lips, but he swallows them down. It takes all of his willpower to keep his hips still, to stop himself from chasing the wet warmth the creature provides. Pleasure is building in his lower body. The feeling is foreign to Peter, and he doesn’t know what to do. Doesn’t know what to expect.

That is, until his hips are stuttering and he feels fluid shoot out of his cock. A moan escapes his lips as waves of pleasure wash over him. The lips stay wrapped around his cock, swallowing all of his cum. Then his dick is released with a pop. Tears are streaming down his cheeks. He hopes the creature thinks he’s having a dream. A dream or a nightmare, he doesn’t know.

Peter shudders as he comes down from his high. The creature stands up, and Peter thinks it’s going to leave at last.

A hand comes up to caress his cheek. It’s large and cups Peter’s entire face easily.

“Sweet dreams, Petey pie,” the creature says.

It’s the way his father bids good night to him.

Tears continue to run down Peter’s face as the creature finally moves away from his bedside and exits the room, leaving Peter alone, shivering with cold sweat and a stained face, the moonlight streaming over his body.

The demon of the night never visits Peter again.

#SpookyStarker2021 #kinktober2021 #I've never written anything so dark before #starting off spooky season with a bang I guess #starker #starker fic #peter parker/tony stark #tony stark/peter parker #peter parker #tony stark #ironspider #starkercest #my work #nff #tw: noncon #tw: incest #tw: groping #tw:underage #tw: somnophilia

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Tony waking up just enough to sleepily groan and grab Peter’s hips, bucking up slightly as his angel rocks against him to get the alpha’s knot to swell again. Peter nuzzling at his neck encouragingly, maybe even giving a soft growl... and Tony just managing a half asleep “good boy” before his knot swells again and Peter settles back against his alpha purring contentedly

Peter’s instantly on the edge of falling asleep again, knowing he’s safe with his alpha and that they’re tied and he’s nuzzling at Tony as he purrs before he drops off into sleep again

#omegaverse #starker #somnophilia

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the-mad-starker · 1 year

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Starker Smut: The Daily Life of a Stark Heir [1/6]

For @starkerfestivals' Starkercest Winter Bingo: Free Use. A bunch of us in the SuperStarkers server wanted to do the card as a group so I'm contributing 6 chapters of Free Use 😌 hopefully they all stay within 1k WC.

Summary: Being the Stark Heir had its ups and downs. The public sure likes to keep an eye on him and his father and the shareholders are cranky old alphas that would rather hand off the company to an alpha than Peter just because he's an omega.

It doesn't matter, he can handle anything life throws at him. The hardest thing about being the Stark Heir is his father, an alpha in his prime with all the needs of one.

A day in Peter Stark's life where he has to fulfill his role as his father's omega.

Notes: Omegaverse, starkercest, alpha Tony Stark, Omega Peter Parker, intersex omegas, vaginal sex, anal sex, creampie, knotting, felching, free use, somnophilia

WC: 1134

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The rocking of his body on the bed wouldn't normally wake Peter but this time it had.

The lights are dimmed, just as he had left them when he fell asleep. Hunched over his body, a larger, studier form is thrusting into him. A hard thick cock is spearing into his pussy, filling him up in a nice familiar stretch.

His dad's home.

Blearily, Peter blinks the sleep from his eyes and holds back a yawn. His legs are hitched over his daddy's arms and there's a faint but noticeable tickle where Tony's panting against his neck.

"Daddy…" Peter complains when his father's beard tickles him again.

Tony barely pauses but he does lean back, strong hands pulling his son's lower body along with him. Peter's little cocklet is soft against his thigh but he's noticeably wet judging by the soft squelching sounds coming from between his legs.

"Did I wake you up, sweetheart?" Tony says in a whisper. He gently fondles Peter's cocklet in a silent offer to make it up to him but the omega bats his hands away.

"You ah- did…" Peter grumbles.

His daddy shrugs and continues to fuck him, undaunted by his son's rejection. This new position has his dad's cockhead bumping against that spot that makes Peter melt but he's still really sleepy. If his daddy makes him come now, Peter knows he won't be able to fall back asleep so he just lets his dad do what he needs to.

With another grumble, Peter turns to his side, barely avoiding hitting his dad in the face with his foot. Tony goes along with it, catching his knee and hooking it over his arm again. He tucks a spare pillow beneath Peter's hip and settles back into thrusting.

Now that Peter's awake, Tony doesn't hold back and fucks him harder than previously. Peter's toes curl as his daddy's cock digs in deep, every inch of it dragging against his walls and lulling him into pleasure.

He might be able to come just from this actually…

"Hurry up, dad," Peter tells him with an impatient wiggle.

"Okay, okay, just give me a… minute…" Tony pants. His hips start losing their rhythm and Peter watches with hooded eyes as his father throws his head back, jaw clenched, before his face goes slack in ecstasy. "Here it comes, baby– gonna knot inside, okay, sweetheart? Gonna give it to you so good, fuck…!"

He feels it when his daddy starts to knot and squeaks out a satisfied mmph when he shoves it in forcefully at the last minute. It's just shy of too big and Peter breathed out a shaky breath when his pussy locks around it, his insides milking the firm knot.

Next comes the rush of warmth, his daddy coming freely inside his pussy.

Peter lets out a quiet moan of his own and tries to muffle it against the pillow. His daddy hears it anyway and when he touches Peter's cocklet, the omega jerks in surprise.

He hadn't realized he'd gotten hard but honestly, what did he expect?

"Daddy," Peter complains but for an entirely different reason.

His daddy only chuckles and fondles his hard little cocklet.

"Sorry, Pete…" Tony says but he's not sorry at all. "Here, Daddy will take care of it."

His daddy's hand is warm when it's wrapped around his cocklet. Peter squirms in his embrace, sensitive in a way that makes him want to come but also makes him want to just lay there and let the knotting take its course.

He doesn't have a choice, either way. His daddy plays with his little cock, giving the smaller omega length gentle strokes. With the knot stretching him full and the alpha's cockhead continuously spurting semen against the entrance of his womb, Peter is very sensitive.

Gentle touches to his omega cocklet is all he can really take. Any rough stroking would probably make him cry.

It's under his father's gentle touch that he's roused into a body shaking, toe curling orgasm. The way the pleasure washes over him, making his body tighten and relax as he rides it out… It certainly helps in milking the knot.

His daddy mouths at the back of his neck, teeth setting into skin when Peter's tight omega body does it's job and milks every drop of come from his cock.

"Oh, that's it, sweetheart… Your sweet little pussy's wringing me dry… Fuck, so tight, baby… Squeezing me so tight…" his dad pants against his neck, filthy words spoken in a low growl.

Just from his voice alone, Peter's body shudders, overwhelmed.

By the time the knot subsides, Peter's just a melted puddle of pleasured omega on the bed. He barely protests when his father pulls up and then hauls him onto his knees.

He can feel the drip drip drip of the copious load leaking out of him but he only reacts when Tony spreads his cheeks and swipes his tongue along the wet dripping parts of him.

He makes some sort of muffled squeak, a protest because it feels weird but his daddy's deviant tongue works its magic and has the omega barely able to hold the pose. It's only his daddy's hands holding him up as he swipes up and down his dripping pussy, that brazen tongue cleaning up slick and seed.

"Oh…" Peter can't help but moan when that isn't the only place his daddy's tongue explores.

When his daddy starts to tongue at his untouched back hole, Peter whimpers quite pitifully.

He knows where this'll lead and he's looking forward to it even though there's a good chance his ass will be sore in the morning. His hole can take it, he knows it can. The stretch back there can just be intimidating sometimes when compared to his pussy which opens so easily for his daddy's cock.

He still wants it and his daddy gives it to him after some prep.

His daddy fucks his ass in a gentler motion compared to his pussy. Maybe he's just being nice to his son, considering Peter still needs to rest and getting him riled up would leave him grumpy in the morning.

He wrings out another orgasm from Peter, an easy feat considering his cock was insistently rubbing against that sweet spot. By then, Peter's exhausted and wrung dry.

His daddy isn't done but this time, the rocking of their bodies helps lull Peter back to sleep, along with the exhaustion. And if he wakes up an hour later, half aware and clinging desperately to sleep, he ignores the way his daddy is pressed against his back and the sticky wetness between his legs.

Peter needs his sleep cause he has class in the morning but his daddy needs his release.

It's just a normal night.

#starker #starkercest #omegaverse #alpha tony stark #omega peter parker #intersex omegas #nff #madstarker writes #moody mads #why wont tumblr let me put images together #😤#madstarker: the daily life of a stark heir

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unsettledink · 4 years

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Kinktober Day 15

Dormant

Prompt: Somnophilia

Word Count: 2664

Summary: It doesn’t matter how much Peter wants or tries, he’ll never have even a chance with Tony.

While he’s awake, at least.

(somnophilia, major consent issues, creeper Peter, marking, guilt for everyone)

Peter should have left twenty minutes ago.

He knows this even as he continues to sit there, right next to Tony. He knows there's no good excuse for the way he's watching Tony sleep, the way he's actually on Tony's bed, the way he's thinking of—

But Tony had wanted him there, he tells himself. Sure, he'd said he was sorry, that Peter shouldn't see him like this, drunk and exhausted and stumbling over his own feet, words slurring. Said that he shouldn't put any of that on Peter, but he'd let Peter half hold him up and get him to bed.

Said, sprawled out on the bed, his hand darting forward to catch Peter's wrist, "I'm sorry, kid. I'm so sorry; I should have done better, kept you safer. Shouldn't have let you die like that. Fuck, I'm sorry."

"Mr. Stark," Peter'd said, "it's okay, I'm okay. I'm right here, you didn't just let me die."

"Don't go," Tony's grip tight around his wrist. "Don't leave again, I can't— I'll figure it out, I will, I will. I’m going to get you back.”

“You did,” Peter had tried to tell him, over and over, but it’s like Tony couldn’t hear him, so— Peter had stayed. Tony dropped off—or passed out, he's not sure—shortly after. And then he still stayed.

He watches Tony sleep, all sprawled out and loose limbed, still frowning. It’s pretty creepy, he can’t deny that, but Peter wasn’t the only one that disappeared for a while. If he’s staring at Tony for more reasons than just… to know that he’s there, still alive and in one piece, well— no one else has to know.

Tony's shirt has ridden up, a pale inch or two of skin exposed at his hips. Peter can't look away from it, and he knows it's wrong. He knows what Tony would say if he was awake.

But he's not.

"Mr. Stark?" Peter says. Repeats himself, louder, when there's no response. "Tony," he tries, shaking Tony's arm at the same time; nothing. It's as safe as it will ever be.

It's so wrong, but Tony's skin is soft when Peter presses his fingers to that exposed strip. Tony doesn't move, doesn't react at all as Peter rubs over that spot, not even when Peter catches the bottom edge of his shirt and slowly, slowly pulls it up. His heart is in his throat with every inch he exposes, the terror that Tony will wake up and shove him away smashing up against this— this desperate, horrible want, need, and losing to it. He's seen Tony without his shirt, but this is different. This— this way, he can feel Tony, can feel how his skin starts to turn ragged with scars, thick and raised. Peter traces them, spreads his hand flat against Tony's sternum and there's no reaction at all.

He slides his hand back down and oh, it's so wrong, even more wrong, but when will he ever get another chance like this? Tony would never let him, never want him to, but Tony will never have to know.

Tony's dick is soft against his thigh when Peter drags his boxers down, just past Tony's ass. Soft to the touch too, almost velvety, and Peter shouldn't be doing this. He curls a little closer, looking up at Tony as he trails his fingers along it; nothing.

Well. Not quite nothing, because that softness is disappearing under Peter's hand, Tony's dick starting to harden. It's hot in his hold, smooth and nice and he— he can say he knows what Tony's dick feels like, now.

It's not enough.

Please, he prays, please don't let Tony come around, because there's absolutely no way to explain away Peter licking Tony's dick, tasting it. Ducking down and closing his lips around it as it hardens more, letting it slide into his mouth and oh my god, it's unbelievable. Peter moans softly, unable to help himself, and takes more into his mouth. He’s never done anything like this before, never had any part of anyone else inside him, and he really loves the fact that Tony gets to be the first.

How would Tony do it if he was awake, he wonders. Would he tell Peter what to do, how he liked it? Or would he just lay back like this and let Peter do all the work, watching and waiting for Peter to impress him? Peter can't, he knows he can't, but like this Tony can't be disappointed. Can't watch him, judging and finding Peter lacking, can’t laugh at his first, probably terrible attempt at a blowjob. It's not like Tony's dick seems to mind, at least.

Maybe Tony would get impatient with how long Peter's taking, put his hands in Peter's hair and shove him down on it; Peter tries to fit more of Tony in his mouth, drooling as he fights not to gag. He can't, and he's glad Tony didn't see that. Tony's had so much sex that there's no way anything about it would be special with Peter, even if it's all special for Peter.

Peter's hard, his dick dripping precome onto the bed, smearing it against his stomach. He thinks about stroking himself, getting off like this, but his hand winds up lower, one spit slick finger pressing into himself. If he tries, if he closes his eyes and focuses on sucking Tony's dick, he can almost pretend it's Tony's fingers in him, opening him up. He can pretend it’s every one of his fantasies come true.

It's fucking pathetic, that's what it is. Sick, disgusting that he's doing this, that he's getting off on it, but he can't stop. He doesn't want to stop. Tony— Tony would tell him to stop, probably, if he ever let Peter get this far, and it isn't fair. He wouldn't even give Peter a chance, and how is he supposed to not take the chance to know what Tony tastes like, to know what Tony feels like in him?

He's breathing heavy when he finally sits up, slinging his leg over Tony and kneeling up. Tony's hard and wet, and completely unresponsive aside from that, even when Peter pokes him hard in the stomach. He's not going to wake up for this either, Peter thinks. Hopes.

What would he do it Tony did? Peter shudders, his mind all too quick to flash through a dozen scenarios, from Tony furious, sickened, telling Peter to get off him and get out of the tower and get his head on straight to Tony freezing, staring up at Peter and asking what's going on, what is Peter doing, hey kid, stop. There's so many variations on those, different degrees of Tony telling him it's wrong and he should stop and he should go and Tony doesn't want him, and they all feel so much more likely than the one desperate, hungry fantasy he has of Tony just grabbing his hips and fucking up into him. Telling Peter he'd known Peter was watching, waiting, known that Peter was enough of a slut to try something like this, known that Peter would be so tight and hot and worth it, coming in him and claiming him.

It's a stupid fantasy, the sort that only belongs in his bedroom, in his head; not here, not now. It doesn't have any relation to reality.

But oh, he can dream.

It hurts more than a little as he sinks down onto Tony's cock but Peter doesn’t care; it feels huge and so warm and better than he could have imagined. He gives himself a minute once his ass is resting on Tony, once he can feel all of Tony inside him, just a minute to adjust. To watch Tony, completely still aside from the way his breathing has gotten a little faster, the tension in his face all gone, and it’s reassuring to think that even if Tony doesn’t know what’s happening, he’s still getting to enjoy it. It’s still making him feel good. That’s all Peter really wants.

He knows that Tony would never do this, never want him to do this— not never want him at all, because he thinks he knows what the look in Tony’s eyes is, every now and then, the way his gaze lingers on Peter, but he knows that Tony will never act on it.

Peter would. If Tony ever asked, ever hinted, even so much as looked at him in that way, Peter would, without hesitation. But he won’t.

It’s awful and Peter knows it, is ashamed that he can think it at all, but sometimes— sometimes, when he gets off, he thinks about how he could make Tony act on it. Even if Tony was awake, Peter could get Tony to fuck him, and he might not even have to web him up to get it. But Tony would never look at him the same after, never treat him the same and Peter can’t stand the thought of that, of losing what they have.

He wishes he could kiss Tony.

When he starts fucking himself on Tony's dick, he looks up at the ceiling and wraps his hand around his dick and goes for it. Does it just like he wants Tony to, hard and fast and hurting a bit, and pretty soon he can't keep back the noises he's making, the moans and gasps that are just coming out of his mouth. They don't wake Tony either, but Peter's almost past caring if he does. It'd be bad, it'd be so bad, but— it's too late now, what would Tony even do? What could he do that would be so much different than this, Tony's hips moving in his sleep, jerking up into Peter? Could he stop himself from fucking Peter, stop himself from coming in him, just like that, oh fuck, just like— Peter can feel it, had no idea he'd be able to feel Tony coming in him, the way Tony's dick twitches at the edges of his hole, the pulse of pressure deep inside him.

"Fuck," Peter moans, his hand flying on his dick, clenching down, and he comes all over Tony. He stares down at the mess he's made, and it's shocking, obscene that he's done that, he's fucking defiled Tony like that. And so, so hot.

He leans forward, Tony’s dick sliding out of him, and presses his lips to Tony’s. It’s not really a kiss, not with how Tony can’t respond to it, but his lips are warm, parted just enough for Peter to lick into Tony’s mouth, catch the taste of booze. It’s not a nice taste, but Peter doesn’t really deserve anything better.

Oh god, he really doesn’t, and it’s like that snaps some last thread of control in him. He kisses Tony again, and again, hard, mashing his lips against Tony’s unresponsive ones, grabbing at Tony’s head and tilting his back until Peter can kiss him better, can fuck his tongue into Tony’s mouth. He grabs one of Tony’s hands and pulls it up, wrapping it around his back like Tony is actually holding him, wanting him, and it’s all— he’s so awful, everything he’s doing is awful but if this is the only way he can ever have Tony, he’ll take it.

He could fuck Tony like this; Tony’s heavy, lax, but Peter could move him around easily. He could wrap Tony’s legs around him, bend Tony in half and fuck him— or he could flip Tony over and have him that way, web him down so he wouldn’t move and Peter could fuck him over and over, could come in him and pretend it was because Tony wanted him to, Tony asked him to. Oh god, he could, and Tony would feel so good, would give in to it so easily—

Fuck, what is wrong with him? He can’t, he won’t. He won’t.

Peter’s hard again, his dick sliding along Tony’s stomach as Peter ruts against him, rocking his hips fast and grinding down. He won’t fuck Tony like this, but he wants to, he wants to have every last first he can with Tony. He’s disgusting and he knows Tony doesn’t want him, doesn’t want this, but he doesn’t care.

He can’t kiss Tony anymore, just gasping against his lips as he gets closer; Peter buries his face in Tony’s neck instead, his eyes prickling. He never, ever wants Tony to see him like this, to know what Peter is willing to do.

Never, whispers a tiny part of his mind, never ever? Not even a bit? Not even if it means you can have this again and again, and it’s true, god, it’s true that there is some part of him that wants it. Wants Tony to know just how much Peter wants him, needs him, what Peter would do for him.

He shudders as he comes, spilling another load all over Tony, and in that moment after, that breath he finally draws, he bursts into tears. Stupid, loud, half hysterical tears, and this, this he really truly never wants Tony to know about, about the way he burrows into Tony’s shoulder and sobs on top of him, Tony’s arm slipping away from his waist. He can’t stop them, only muffle the sound. It’s awful.

Peter's shaky when slides off Tony, curls on his side next to Tony and looks at him, still dead to the world. He sniffs, rubbing at his eyes; he’s not crying anymore, but it feels like it’s just because he’s so worn out he doesn’t want to move at all. He should clean Tony up, make it as though this never happened. Or— it's filthy and wrong, but he could leave Tony like this. Leave him with his dick out and tacky with come, Peter's come dried on his stomach and chest. Leave him to wake up tomorrow and— what?

Would he be too hungover to even notice, really? Would he wonder what had happened, who he'd gone to bed with? Maybe remember that Peter had been there, before, and put two and two together? What would Tony do, if he thought that had happened? Would he say anything, or pretend it didn't happen?

Peter could stay. He could go to sleep like this, let Tony wake up next to him and there'd be no denying anything. Maybe Tony would believe it if Peter said he'd been interested too, that it hadn't all been Peter. Maybe he'd turn to Peter and kiss him and go again, just like that.

Maybe he'd kick Peter out.

He shivers. This, like this it's safe. There's no chance that he'd do something wrong, that Tony might reject him. Peter can just have this, without having to fight for it. He could keep having it.

It's wrong, It's wrong and he knows it, but— he doesn't want to take the chance Tony might tell him no.

He’ll get up in a minute and go, he’ll leave Tony like this and— and he doesn’t know what will happen. He can’t know.

But he wants— he wants something that Tony can’t wash off, can’t pretend didn’t happen, if that’s what he chooses. He wants something Peter can see the next time the meet, something that only Peter knows about.

He presses closer to Tony, his mouth on Tony’s neck. Not there, or there; higher, so it can’t be hidden, further back, so Tony won’t see it when he looks in the mirror. Right there, that’s perfect, perfect. He bites at it, gently, sucking at that spot. It’s not dark enough when he pulls back, so he sets his mouth back against it and bites harder.

Tony doesn’t stir, so Peter pushes more, and more, his breath shuddering out against Tony’s skin. This is his, this is his mark, just one more thing he’s given to Tony.

Just one more thing Tony never has to know about.

#starker #tony x peter #peter has some issues #yikes boy #for once the sleeper is not the bottom #kinktober #my work #fanfiction #somnophilia #angst #bottom!Peter #consent issues #ironspider #peter x tony #tony stark x peter parker #mcu #spiderman #iron man

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femmeparker · 3 years

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Peter and Tony falling asleep with the knot still locked and Peter waking up in the middle of the night to rock back on daddy's dick

yesss one of my fave scenarios, Peter wakes to Tony’s knot only half-swelled and he quickly begins to work his hips back as he squeezes around Tony’s knot to get them to lock again

#starker #omegaverse #somnophilia

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khalixascorner · 2 years

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Addicted to Me

Alpha SIM Tony wants Omega Peter for himself. But when the boy resists his advances, he'll use whatever means necessary to bind the Omega to him.

Tags:

Rape, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Aged-Up Peter Parker, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Tony Stark, Omega Peter Parker, Superior Iron Man Vol 1. (2015), Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Breeding, Cum Addiction, Non-Consensual Drug Use

Thanks @the-mad-starker for being my wonderful Beta!

Read on AO3 Here

Since becoming Superior, Tony had not wanted for much. It was easy to put on a mask, smile at the right time and no one even noticed his eyes went from brown to blue or that he'd practically stopped aging. Nor did the few people he still cared about notice when he spiked their food with a watered down extremis at his birthday party. After Obie, and Killian, after New York, Tony wasn't willing to take chances any more.

And it turned out to be a very good thing after something tried to crash his systems and kill JARVIS. With his link up, he'd been able to initiate a complete shutdown of everything, isolating the threat quickly and with prejudice. The alpha played it off as a hardware failure, working quickly to restore everything even as he tightened his security around his files.

Time passed and Tony continued to shore up his power behind the scenes, schmoozing the right politicians, investing in everything from green energy to education, all the while building his reputation with the public. It was funny how no one noticed that it was only his image he was building, not the Avengers or even SI. He stood back as Rogers and the others drove themselves to ruin in the public opinion until he was the only hero worthy of being venerated with War Machine and the Falcon at his side. And oh had stealing Wilson from Rogers been the feather in his cap.

Now, he stood at the pinnacle of success with everything he wanted. Except for one thing.

Peter Parker.

The little omega had originally popped up on his radar years ago when he had started his Spider-man gig. He had been genuine enough that Tony had sponsored him discreetly, providing a new suite with an AI, ostensibly to help the pup stay out of trouble, but also to monitor him in case he started to stray from the path like so many heroes before him. And yet, as the years passed and the boy finished high school, he never strayed. Tony updated the suit on occasion, and repaired it when the AI deemed it necessary, but otherwise, he simply stood back.

Tony offered him a full ride to a school of his choice as a reward for his good work. Peter tried to turn him down but Tony insisted and in the end, he paid for Peter to attend Columbia. It was the first time in a long time that anyone had even tried to tell Tony no, and it intrigued him.

Unable to stay away, Tony started trying to court the Omega, only to be rebuffed constantly. It would have been insulting if he hadn’t realized that Peter was so shy and not used to Tony’s lavish lifestyle. The alpha changed tactics and started inviting Peter for lab time. Still, the Omega seemed to hold back from the Alpha and that wouldn’t do at all.

So Tony started the next phase of his plan. Omegas were very susceptible to bonding through exposure to Alpha semen, and Tony had synthesized a harmless tranquilizer that he slipped into Peter’s drink when they were working late one night.

“You ok, Pete?” Tony asked, watching as the omega’s eyes drifted closed, only to blink open, then start drifting again.

“Guess I’m just tired, Mr. Stark,” Peter yawned.

“Well, the guest room is always open,” Tony said, doing his best to appear concerned. “I don’t want you trying to swing back to your dorm when you’re this tired but I’m sure I can wake Happy up if you don’t want to stay.”

“No, that’s ok, sir,” Peter was quick to assure him. “The guest room is fine.”

As he escorted Peter up to his penthouse, Tony privately congratulated himself on having had the forethought to offer the room from the start so it wasn’t suspicious to the omega at all.

Tony let the boy get settled, changing into comfortable clothes while waiting for JARVIS to alert him when Peter’s vitals evened out to sleep. Then he slipped into the guest room and closed the door behind him.

“There’s my princess,” Tony murmured, appreciating the view in front of him. Peter lay spread on the bed, having had only enough energy to strip down to his briefs before he passed out on top of the blankets. His creamy skin was flawless and his body was sculpted to perfection thanks to the omega’s special genetics.

Tony stalked closer, letting his fingers brush gently along Peter’s legs before stopping at the briefs. He debated removing them but for today’s plan, it was best to keep things minimal. Instead, he gently re-positioned Peter on his back, then pulled his cock out, bringing himself to hardness quickly. He imagined fucking the omega in all of his holes, stuffing him full until he’s cum drunk and unable to think of anything but Tony.

It didn’t take long for him to empty himself over the omega’s chest. An endosym tentacle formed, scooping up a bit of the cum. Tony gently opened Peter’s mouth, feeding the cum coated strand down his throat while stimulating the outside to ensure it was swallowed. He scooped up more and fed that to Peter as well, his cock thickening again just from the visual.

Tony took his cock in one hand and continued slowly scooping cum to feed to his pretty omega. When he came again, he made sure to add it to the remnants on Peter’s stomach. Then he moved down the bed, running his hands gently over the boy’s briefs. Carefully, he lifted the band away from the boy’s cocklette, though he didn’t remove them.

A strand scooped through the fresh cum and snaked down past the little cocklette and into the omega’s vagina. He was careful not to insert it too deeply, and made sure it was rubbed into the warm wet heat. Another scoop was rubbed in before Tony shifted to stuffing Peter’s ass instead. He threaded a nanite tube deep inside that he fed the remaining cum into. Once it was done, he retracted the endosym, swiping it over Peter’s stomach to remove any traces that were left. Then he rolled Peter back onto his stomach and grabbed a blanket from the foot of a bed and draped it over the omega.

The next morning, Tony saw Peter off, and the omega didn’t act like anything was wrong so Tony considered it a success and started planning his next night. He couldn’t do it every time the omega was over, so he waited another week and a half before Peter stayed late again. Tony was quick to offer a drink and for Peter to stay so they could finish the project they were tackling.

The boy happily agreed, and soon, Tony was ushering him up to bed once more. As soon as the omega was asleep, Tony was back in the guest room. Again Peter was only in his briefs, and Tony couldn’t help but grab a handful of the omega’s firm ass. Then he rolled him over and climbed on top, though he was careful not to put his weight on the omega. He pulled his cock out and dragged the head over the omega’s chest, smearing precum along the whole length of it.

Tony bit back a moan, wishing he could do more, like shove his cock down the omega’s throat or even fuck his thighs, but he knew he’d have to be patient for that. Instead, he quickly finished himself and started feeding his omega.

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It took another three weeks of weekly marking for Tony to notice a change in Peter. The boy went from visiting two- three times per week to nearly every day, and when he was there, he stood closer to the alpha, taking conspicuous inhales around him.

Tony hid his smile and didn't say anything, though he always left space for Peter and focused on emitting a soothing scent. When Friday finally arrived, Tony offered the guest room and Peter immediately accepted.

Tony felt the anticipation thrumming through him as he stepped into the guest room. This time he carefully stripped the Omega and removed his own pants as well. Then he positioned Peter on his stomach with his hips on a pillow, ass up in the air. As Tony knelt behind him, he imagined how Peter would whimper and whine for his alpha, begging for more when they finally mated.

Tony gave himself a quick stroke before sliding down so he could taste his pretty omega. He started with gentle licks to the outside of the Omega's pussy, moaning softly at the sweet taste of slick. Peter might have been out but his body still reacted, more and more slick pouring out of his hole as Tony stimulated it. Tony lightly fingered the entrance, encouraging more to drop down Peter's thighs. When there was enough that it glistened in the soft light of the room, Tony pushed Peter's legs together, anchoring them with Endosym tendrils before shoving his cock between them. The alpha was careful not to hold too tightly, not to leave a mark as he fucked his omega with only slick to ease the way. When Tony came, he pulled back and aimed it directly at Peter's ass, letting it drip down to his wet hole before using more tendrils of nanites to stuff the cum into his princess.

He used his nanites to clean up the extra again, and slid Peter’s underwear back up. Then he turned the omega over and moved up the bed so he could capture Peter’s lips with his own. Tony nibbled on the omega’s lips and kissed down his neck.

“Soon, my love,” Tony whispered, placing one last kiss before slipping out of the room.

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Tony continued on, marking his omega regularly and encouraging Peter to visit as much as the boy wanted, never shying from whatever contact the omega initiated. They grew closer and while Tony knew it wouldn’t be much longer for them to start their relationship properly, he found that he couldn’t wait to claim at least a little bit more of his omega. So the next night Peter asked to stay, Tony offered him a drink and then waited for it to kick in.

He stripped the boy and then arranged him so that his head was just at the edge of the bed. Tony slipped his still semi hard cock into the omega��s mouth, sighing at the warm wet feel. He gave tiny thrusts, careful not to cut off Peter’s air or go too deep. His cock continued to harden in the kid’s mouth, and precum mixed with saliva dripped down Peter’s face. Tony pulled his cock out and traced along Peter’s face with it, marking him as much as he dared.

Then Tony rearranged Peter again, this time on his stomach with his shoulders down and hips up, presenting like the good omega he was. The alpha started with a single finger pressed into the boy's vagina, stilling as the boy whimpered beneath him. JARVIS confirmed that Peter was still sleeping so Tony continued stretching him, getting two and then three fingers in as the little omega moaned in his sleep. Slick dripped everywhere, and Tony used it to wet his cock as he rubbed the head along Peter's wet hole.

Beneath him, Peter squirmed and whined like a bitch in heat, so Tony pinned him down with Endosym bands before returning to rutting along the outside of Peter's vagina. He pulled back slightly, grabbing his cock and smacking Peter's dangling cocklette with it, causing the omega to jerk and whimper. Then Tony slowly dragged the head of his cock from Peter's cocklette to his ass, making slow swipes up and down. Precum and slick mixed as he made an utter mess of his boy. Occasionally, he'd pause to tap his cock on the omega's wet hole or cocklette, watching with pleasure as the omega writhed for him.

When it sounded like the omega was getting close, Tony completely covered his cocklette with an endosym case, then pushed just the tip of his cock into the omega's wet hole. He kept his thrusts shallow, but even that was enough to push Peter over the edge. Feeling his boy come around the tip of his cock had Tony emptying himself into Peter as well.

Nanites surged around Peter, cleaning him up, though a few dedicated strands were gathering up anything that escaped his pussy and burying it in his ass instead. Tony knew he should stop there but he wanted his princess stuffed full of him. With that in mind, he settled Peter on a pillow, his head supported but angled for easy access. Nanites trailed down and hooked Peter's mouth open, giving Tony even easier access.

He knelt above the boy’s face and started stroking himself while sticking first one, then two fingers into Peter’s mouth. When he got close, he pulled his fingers out and eased the head of his cock in. Nanites massaged the omega’s throat, encouraging him to swallow as Tony filled his mouth.

Satisfied that he had fully claimed his omega, Tony placed a gentle kiss on the boy’s forehead and arranged him back on his bed.

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Things seemed to build much faster after that. Peter was over at the tower nearly every day between classes, and he was always near Tony when he visited. Tony continued to encourage him, reiterating that he was always welcome, and his company was always appreciated.

He kept his sessions with the omega to no more than once a week, though it was harder to resist the beautiful boy with how much he was around. His patience paid off though, when not even a month later Peter finally approached him.

The omega had been antsy all afternoon, and Tony was actually a bit concerned.

“Is everything alright, Pete?”

“Yeah,” the omega practically squeaked. “Yes, it’s fine. I’m fine. There’s nothing.”

“You know you can talk to me about anything, right?” Tony said, moving closer to the boy. “I’m here for you, however you need me.”

Peter whimpered, his eyes dropping to the floor as the alpha stood in front of him.

“Pete, please. Tell me what’s going on,” Tony encouraged. He didn’t like seeing his omega so on edge.

“I- IthinkI’mattractedtoyouandwanttokissyou,” Peter said, the words tumbling out too fast to be properly understood.

“Can you try that again, baby?” Tony asked gently. “A little slower?”

“I, I like you, Mr. Stark. Like, I’m attracted to you,” Peter said quietly. “And I can’t stop thinking about kissing you.”

“Just kiss?” Tony couldn’t help but tease. “Because I adore you and would love to do more than that if you ever think you might want that too.”

Peter’s head shot up so fast that Tony was worried he was going to hurt himself.

“Really?”

“I would never lie or joke about something like this, Peter,” Tony said seriously. “You are so amazing, I would be lucky to have you.”

“I’m the lucky one,” Peter said, leaning in shyly to place a kiss on Tony’s lips. Tony enjoyed the innocent kiss for a few moments before taking over and deepening it. Peter moaned, and Tony pulled back, taking in the look of pleasure on his face.

“So beautiful, baby,” Tony said. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Peter blushed an even brighter red, and mumbled a response that Tony couldn’t make out.

“Why don’t we go upstairs and we can explore a bit more if you want,” Tony suggested, offering his hand to Peter. “And if you’re not ready, we can watch a movie and just cuddle a little.”

Peter nodded, slipping his hand into Tony’s and letting the alpha lead him upstairs to the couches in the living room. As he sat, Tony pulled Peter down onto his lap gently, guiding the omega to put a leg on either side of Tony’s.

“Hey, no need to be nervous,” Tony reassured the boy. “We’ll go at your pace.”

Peter nodded and immediately leaned in to start kissing Tony again. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen and for the omega to start rutting against him, the smell of slick and arousal filling the air.

“Alpha,” Peter whined above him. “I need you.”

“Need me how, baby?” Tony asked, nipping at the boy’s neck as he ran his hands over the boy’s body. “What do you want?”

“You, need you,” Peter panted.

The boy continued to squirm in his lap and Tony caught a different note to Peter’s scent.

“Fuck, baby, you’re going into heat.”

“Alpha.” The omega whined and whimpered, rubbing himself all over Tony. “Please, Alpha, take care of me.”

“Are you sure?” Tony tried to ask, but Peter didn’t respond, so the Alpha tried again, speaking firmer. “Omega, are you sure? Because I won’t be able to hold back. I will fuck you and I’ll bond you.”

Peter seemed to focus briefly at his tone, and his reply was clear.

“Yes, Mr. Stark, please, I’m sure. I want you to be there for my heat and bond me during it,” Peter said, panting as he ground against the alpha.

“Tony, baby. If you’re going to be my Omega, you should call me Tony.”

“Tony, please, fuck me,” Peter begged. Tony savored the boy’s voice and the desperate look in his eyes.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Tony said, picking the omega up and carrying him to the master bedroom.

Peter splayed out in his bed, begging for him, was definitely the sexiest thing Tony had seen yet. While he had loved taking care of his omega before, this was so much better.

“Tony, pleeeease,” Peter begged, squirming on the three fingers Tony had buried in the omega.

Tony added a finger, stretching Peter’s hole carefully even as the boy cried for him to go faster. He had to make this perfect though. He had been waiting so long to finally claim his princess.

Finally though, he deemed Peter ready.

“Turn over, baby,” Tony said, nudging Peter until his shoulders and stomach were down while his ass was up, presenting his wet pussy.

The omega whimpered as Tony teased the edges of his hole, rubbing his cock in the slick before pushing himself in.

“So tight, baby. Fuck, look at you, such a good omega,” Tony said. He pounded into Peter, egged on by the whimpers and cries of his soon to be mate. “Gonna fuck you so good and make you mine.”

He could already feel his knot forming, so Tony focused on getting as deep as he could, and then draped himself over Peter’s back so he could reach the omega’s mating gland.

“Ready, princess?” Tony asked, licking at Peter’s neck.

“Ye-es, Alpha,” Peter panted. “Mark me, alpha.”

Tony made a pleased noise, then started fucking into Peter harder. Pleasure burst through him as his knot caught and he marked his mate, biting until he tasted blood. Peter screamed beneath him, writhing as orgasm overtook the Omega as well. Tony shuddered as his knot was milked, his hips grinding against Peter. Finally though, he was able to roll them both onto their sides. Tony ran gentle hands along his boy’s body, soothing lingering trembles.

“I love you, omega,” Tony whispered. “I’m so glad you’re finally mine.”

“Love you too,” Peter murmured, purring in his arms. “So happy you’re m’ alpha.”

“Rest, love,” Tony said, rumbling in response to the purr. “You’re going to need the energy.”

Most days, Peter would sit on his cock as they worked, though sometimes Tony would have the omega warm his cock with his mouth instead, especially if Tony decided Peter needed a more relaxing day. After work, they’d head home, eat dinner, and then Tony would fuck him one last time, stuff his pussy and plugging it with nanites. His boy was insatiable but Tony didn’t care.

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Tony looked down at his mate, the omega’s lips wrapped around his cock as Tony fucked his throat. Tears slipped from the boy’s eyes but his hard little cocklette made it clear how much he enjoyed his mouth being stuffed. It was their morning ritual of sorts. As soon as Peter woke, his lips would be on Tony’s cock, sucking and licking until the alpha would wake up. Then Tony would either flip them over and fuck into Peter’s throat, or he’d lay there comfortably and let his Omega take what he wanted. Once his belly was full of cum, Peter would get ready for work with Tony, and they’d head to the lab.

Everyone had been so happy for them when they had announced their mating. Peter matched Tony’s brilliance, and anyone with eyes could see the alpha doted on the omega. Of course, if they knew just how dependent on him and on his cum Peter was, some of them might protest, but Tony didn’t care. He had a system that kept his baby addicted to him but still able to function. After all, his brain was one of the things Tony loved about Peter, and he’d never take that from him.

Peter was the hardest thing Tony had needed to work for since becoming Superior. The first one to have told him no in so long, and now, Peter was his too. Exactly as it should be.

#starker #tony stark/peter parker #mads made me do it #Khalixa Writes #definitely mind the tags on works #sim!tony #alpha!tony #omega!peter

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the-mad-starker · 4 years

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Starkercest: The Stuff of Dreams

This smutty piece was inspired by @toybandaids and the use of sleeping pills in Only Me (Link here! 😏) and encouraged by my friend Keyz 😊 Tried to get this in for Father's Day but it ended up longer than expected (what else is new 😅😅) then of course, procrastinated some more by making a moodboard!

One more fic until I start on my Starker Festival bingo!

Summary: Omega Peter watches over his father's dreams and makes sure they're sweet, pleasant dreams.

Notes: Incest, A/B/O, Intersex omegas, noncon/dubcon, drug induced somnophilia, tiny bit of bulge kink, size kink, breeding, vaginal sex

WC: 3617

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Peter worries about his dad constantly.

People like to brush it off by saying it's an omega thing which– ugh, he doesn't even want to get into that. It's not an omega thing, it's a Peter thing because… because his dad is Tony Stark, okay?

His dad is amazing, a perfect alpha. He's a literal genius, a trait Peter inherits from his father. But more than that, his dad has such a big heart. For others, it's difficult to see under all that sass and sharp tongue of his but when he's with Peter, it's all warmth and smiles. Peter gets the sass too, but he gets everything else that his dad is too guarded to show anyone else.

He loves that about his father.

Tony's also the perfect alpha, even without his gig as Iron man or a billionaire.

And Peter worries, okay? Because all this superhero stuff takes such a heavy toll on his alpha, especially since Peter somehow gets roped into it too. But they both know that Peter wouldn't give up being Spider-man for anything. Not when it means he can be by his dad's side. Protect him. Keep him safe.

An omega protecting an alpha? Not as uncommon as people like to think. Especially when it comes to Peter. His dad is the most important person to him, of course, he'd protect him.

It's another hard night when they return home.

His dad has Friday scan him from the top of his head down to the tips of his toes. Any minor bruising or injuries Peter sustains during battles are wiped clean by the time they get home though. Even with Friday confirming that, Tony still looks him over.

"You sure you didn't get hurt?"

"I'm sure, dad."

"How about your shoulder? I saw you take that hit–"

"Dad– I said I'm okay…!"

The alpha breathes out a sigh that sounds like it comes from his very core. His hands on Peter's shoulders loosen as the tension eases out of him.

"Okay. Okay," he says, shoulders slumping, "Sorry, kiddo. I know– I know you can take care of yourself. I just worry, okay?"

If Peter was like any other teen, Tony's constant concern could possibly rub him the wrong way. Instead, the young omega soaks it all up, just melting in his dad's arms. His own come up to hug his alpha father and he's just tall enough now that he can bury his nose against his father's scent gland.

He breathes in the familiar scent of home and a soft, quiet sort of purr rumbles in his chest. His father answers it with one of his own, deep and reassuring. The sound is a private little thing between them, an intimate affair for just them alone.

"I worry, too, dad," Peter admits. Then, because he knows his dad is feeling a bit vulnerable, he asks, "Is it… Is it okay if I sleep with you tonight? Please, dad?"

He can feel his dad's huff of laughter and the warm puff of breath against his ear. He has to force his body to keep from trembling.

"Was there really any point in giving you your own floor if you're just gonna sleep with your old man all the time?" Tony's words are a soft tease but he doesn't say no. Peter knows he won't, either. He never does.

"It keeps me from cluttering the penthouse?" Peter says innocently, a light quip to his dad's rhetorical question.

"Yeah," Tony steps back and shakes his head with a fond smile. "Okay, kiddo, guess we're having a sleepover, just you and me."

It's always just them. And that's how Peter wants it to remain.

They do their routines, brush their teeth side by side. Tony strips down to just his boxers and Peter wears short shorts and an undershirt.

His dad's body is littered with faded scars, marks from their work as superheroes. Sturdy strong shoulders and a trim waist, thanks to Peter's insistence that they try to be healthy. His dad has enough health problems as it is.

In contrast, Peter is all lithe muscles and slender lines thanks to omegan biology and then the bite.

Nothing unusual happens. It never does during this part…

But then they settle down and Peter curls up against his father's side, cuddling close and throwing a leg over his dad's.

"Little octopus," his daddy teases, "Thought you were bit by a spider."

Peter only clings even tighter when his father reaches for the bedside drawer. Even with his face half buried against his dad's shoulder, his ears pick up the soft rattle of pills.

"Dr. Banner still okaying those?" Peter asks curiously.

"Yeah, insomnia's a bitch and these have worked real good so–" Tony pops two pills and swallows it dry. "I just want a good night's sleep with my favorite son."

"I'm your only son," Peter points out, right on cue.

"Mhmm…" Tony settles down, pulling the sheets up and making sure they're both covered. "Favorite son…"

Peter pretends to drift off, eyes closed, but his mind is far too active to fall asleep. He feels the way Tony's breathing deepens; the pill taking effect fast.

While his dad is lulled into sleep, his heart thumping away at a steady, reassuring pace, Peter's is quickening.

He's about to do something unforgivable, but it wouldn't be the first time.

Fifteen minutes go by.

"Dad…?" Peter murmurs softly.

"Mm…?" Tony barely responds. It's more instinct, his father recognizing Peter's voice calling for him.

"Love you," he answers quietly and gets no response besides a soft hum.

Peter waits some more, though his little cocklet is starting to get hard. He doesn't dare rub against his dad–yet.

Another half an hour passes.

"Daddy…?" Peter murmurs.

This time, there's no response. He lightly taps his finger against the arc reactor and still, there's no response.

His dad is deep asleep, helped along by those innocent little pills that'll keep him under while Peter has his fun.

With his heart thumping, Peter carefully sits up. The sheet slips from his shoulder with a soft hiss, but he barely notices. He's gotten so excited, so wet, just laying there, thinking about what's to come. His tiny little shorts are soaked in no time.

He gently tugs the sheet away from his father's sleeping body and he does it so slowly, breath held, as though revealing a grand prize. He's seen his dad's body so often, naked or clothed, but each time he sees it like this, it's like the first time all over.

The thrill of excitement floods his system, and he takes a moment to drink it all in.

His alpha… Tony…

When Peter can't contain himself, he crawls between his father's legs and gently palms Tony's soft cock. He starts off with gentle, curious strokes and feels it respond by lengthening right under his hand.

He settles on his stomach, presses his face between the alpha's inner thigh and the now noticeable erection his dad is sporting. He breathes in the scent, mouthing at the fabric and hands greedy as he tugs Tony's boxers down.

"Ah…" Peter can't help but moan when Tony's cock is revealed.

His father isn't even fully erect but already, the size and girth of his cock makes Peter's mouth water. His eyes dart up to Tony's sleeping face as he nuzzles his cheek against his dad's alpha cock.

"Missed this…" the omega murmurs as he leads the tip to his mouth. "I know you missed it too, dad… Haven't been able to help you this week and you got so grumpy in the last meeting…"

He starts to lightly suck on the tip, thin, pink lips covering the fat mushroom shaped head. He licks away the precum right from the slit before it even manages to drip.

"I'll make it better, daddy…" he promises.

Above him, Tony's lips part open and a soft sigh can be heard. His cock twitches in Peter's hand, responding eagerly to the familiar touch. He's having a good dream, pleasure and warmth wrapped in one, as he's being serviced.

Peter takes in more. He loves sucking Tony's cock and loves it best like this. Loves feeling his father's soft cock grow in his mouth. It fits nicely in his mouth like this but not for long. He sucks and licks hungrily and Tony's cock thickens and swells right in his mouth.

It's an experience unlike any other… Feeling his efforts being rewarded in the form of a thick, rock hard alpha cock.

He's managed to get his father to come down his throat multiple times. He's only been able to take his knot once. It's tempting to try it again tonight but his pussy feels so empty… His back hole too…

Once his mind considers going all the way, he has a hard time deciding which hole he wants to use to get his father off.

His dad seems to like his pussy the best. He's not sure if Tony realizes just what hole he's fucking, but it's like the alpha's instincts kick in and the need to breed takes over.

Peter likes it best there, too, but he's still stuck in indecision. So he decides he'll figure it out in the moment. He just knows that tonight, he's getting a creampie, either way.

He continues sucking Tony off, licking and slurping to his heart's content. The alpha's cock stretches his lips wide, fills his mouth past the point of comfort.

Peter has learned how to breathe with such a sizable obstruction in the way. His eyes threaten to roll to the back of his head when the length tickles the back of his throat.

He pulls off with a wet gasp, saliva leaving the length all wet and gleaming. Thin strands of spit connect the tip to his mouth and he leans back down to lavish even more attention on it.

"Mm… There you go, dad," Peter moans softly, "Got you all nice and ready. Aren't I such a good son…?"

He gives the alpha cock one last stroke, squeezing just how he knows his father likes. Once that nice warm hole is gone from his cock, his dad's expression becomes troubled. Brows twitch and scrunch up, a line forming between them.

Peter gets up on his knees and presses his father's cock against his own smaller stiff length.

"Ah… daddy…" Peter sighs with a roll of his hips. His eyes fixate on Tony's face and the upset turn of his mouth.

He leans down, purposely rubbing the alpha's cock even more.

"I'll make it better," he promises with a kiss to the corner of Tony's mouth. "Make it better for both of us…"

He lifts up just enough to position his father's cock against his pussy. Just that might touch is enough to make him tremble as the tip slips through his plump lips.

He's leaking so much slick already… The wet sounds are more than enough to turn the tips of his ears red. It sounds so dirty and the act itself is even more so.

"I need it…" Peter admits, eyes slipping shut as he savors the anticipation. "Need this so bad, dad…"

This entire time he's been telling himself how much he helps his father by doing this. He says he takes all of his alpha's frustration, leaves him feeling spent and relaxed and how it's good for Tony… A little stress relief.

But the truth is… Peter is a selfish brat. His daddy is his and the only omega in Tony's life is Peter.

The tip is drenched in his slick and the alpha's own precum. And even though his pussy aches at the thought, he pulls back and drags his father's cockhead to the tight little back hole that's just as hungry to be filled.

When he presses the tip there, Peter's just so tempted to sink down… He wants to feel his daddy's cock breach him there and he wants to groan around the stretch, feeling so full that he can barely breathe.

He considers it, God, he considers it… But with an impatient hiss, his hips angle back so that Tony's cock presses against his pussy again.

He sinks down without another thought or at least he tries.

"Ah…" Peter moans as he's being stretched apart.

He can feel everything… The wide glans pushing its way inside him… the prominent veins all along the length of his daddy's cock… Warm, rock hard flesh… Bare inside him. No condom, because fuck, they're family… Father and son. This is all he ever wants… Just his daddy filling him up so good…

His thighs tremble as he tries to control just how much he takes. There's a dark thought in the back of his head to just slam down and feel the way his daddy stretches him so obscenely.

The omega whimpers and looks down at his father through the slits of his eyelids.

"Daddy…" Peter moans shamelessly as he rocks up and down, trying to inch more and more inside him "Daddy… Ah… Daddy…"

Just halfway and he can't take any more. No, he has to work himself open on his daddy's cock just to be able to take him fully. He leans forward and groans when a few inches slip out. He feels it so keenly, the way his walls cling to his father's cock.

He sinks back down with labored panting, eyes threatening to roll to the back of his head. Tony's cock takes up every space inside him, every crevice…

The angle is perfect, Peter makes sure it is. He's done this often enough that he knows just how to ride his daddy and get his cock to brush against that sweet spot inside him.

"Dad…" His voice wobbled and he swallows the lump in his throat. "It feels so good… so good, daddy…"

Peter reaches for his father's limp hands and intertwines their fingers. Their bodies are joined, connected, but holding Tony's hands, palm to palm, brings a whole other element of intimacy to the act.

His hips roll fluidly as he falls into a familiar rhythm, inching more and more of his father's cock inside his sopping wet pussy. He feels it the moment Tony's cockhead bumps against the entrance to his womb. He sucks in a sharp breath, lashes fluttering at the sensation.

He glances down the flat planes of his body and his breath hitches. He leads one hand to his belly where a subtle but noticeable bulge interrupts the natural shape of his body. He presses his father's hand against it, knowing his daddy's cock is right there.

"Daddy's cock…" Peter moans softly, "Feel you so deep inside me, daddy… and it's still– still, mm, not enough…"

It only makes him even more desperate to get it all inside. The bed starts to squeak, the headboard tapping against the wall as Peter's pleasured moans fill the air.

He drags his father's hands, so warm and broad, to his hips. Presses Tony's fingers down and imagines his father guiding him as he fucks into his own son.

Pleasure grows inside him, warmth coiling tight in his belly.

"Dad…"

Peter's moans are unrestrained and louder now that he's caught up in the pleasure.

His eyes slip shut. He doesn't notice how his father's hands tighten around his waist nor does he notice Tony's eyes struggle to open.

He only notices when his father's hips push up violently, sinking that last stubborn inch inside of him.

"Ah!" Shock colors the yelp along with delight. His eyes fly open, terrified that somehow he's woken his father up.

Heat blooms from his cheeks and spreads all the way down. It leaves his chest flushed with mortification, his pink nipples peaked with excitement.

His father is staring right at him.

"Dad!"

Peter cries out when Tony's hands turn harsh and drag him down so they're pressed chest to chest. His cock rubs against his father's belly and he's helpless– He can't help squirming and moaning even though he's been caught. Can't help rubbing his hard omega cock against his father's abs.

"Pete–!" His dad groans, arms snaking around his back. "Fuck! Fuck…!"

His daddy is… His daddy is fucking him! Instead of throwing Peter off, his father's strong arms hold him in place as he fucks in deep, hips thrusting up almost desperately.

"Dadd…!" Peter gasps. He turns his head, nuzzling against Tony's beard and searching for his lips. He feels like he'd die if he didn't kiss him right that second.

"Oh, fuck, baby…" his dad groans breathlessly. "Fuck… Don't wanna wake up… God, your pussy… My baby's pussy feels so good…"

"Oh…!" Peter desperately pushes against his dad's arms so he can look into his eyes. What he sees is both terrible and great.

His father is looking back at him, wonder and lust– Lust!– so clear in his eyes. The expression, one Peter has never imagined being directed at him, sends a thrill down his spine.

The terrible truth is that his dad thinks he's dreaming. But he thinks he's dreaming of fucking his own son…

"Don't wake up, dad," Peter breathes and Tony groans. He buys into it as Peter lets him fuck his pussy, encourages him with seductive rolls of his hips. "Want your cum… Want it so bad… Will you give it to me, daddy? Are you gonna blow inside my pussy…?"

His father moans, eyes refusing to close. He keeps looking straight at Peter with bleary, hazy eyes.

"Gonna– Mm, gonna fill my baby up…" Tony mumbles almost incoherently but Peter's so close that he catches every word. Excitement spikes inside him and he meets his father's thrusts with his own, desperate to feel him come.

"Do it, dad… Come inside," Peter says, eyes wide and pleading. "Do it, do it… Fill me up, daddy… Want… want your pups inside me…!"

A part of him thinks he's gone too far. A part of him thinks those words will shock his father into truly waking.

But perhaps he doesn't know his father as well as he thinks. Those forbidden words only spurn Tony into fucking him harder.

The alpha growls at the encouragement, hips slapping against his ass.

"Oh…! Oh!" Peter squeals when he feels it.

His daddy's knot…

It's not the first time he's gotten Tony to knot him but this will be the first that he's being knotted instead of just taking it.

It's different, vastly different with his father actually doing the deed. It adds a whole other element that was previously missing… His father's desperate groans and the way he clutches Peter tight as he ruts and ruts… Trying to get his knot to pop so that he can lock himself in.

The knot slips in and out, still too small but not for long. Peter clenches down on it, crying out with every failed attempt to keep it inside. It leaves him feeling too wide open, bereft, even though his father's cock is still stuffing him full.

Tony, too, is growling in his ear, puffs of warm breath ghosting over sensitive skin as he works desperately to tie them together. His cock touches every part of Peter deep inside… So deep…

All the while, his father's calling out his name.

"Peter… Mm, Peter, baby..."

It leaves no illusion as to who he's imagining and Peter moans in bliss, pliant and willing to be bred right then and there. With the relentless fucking, the desperate need to fill him up, it was inevitable that Peter couldn't hold on.

His entire body locks down as he finally gives him. Warmth blossoms between them, his aching cock spilling generously between their bellies. A rush of slick gushes around his father's cock, drenching his groin but that doesn't stop him.

All that slick only makes it easier to fuck into Peter's clenching pussy. Makes it easier to knot.

When the knot finally locks into place, Peter almost sobs in relief, spent as he is. The last harsh tug has tears prickle in his eyes but the sensation passes when a flood of heat surges into him.

Peter cries out, body shaking, as his father groans in completion. Load after load is released inside, his dad shamelessly filling up his little pussy… Cockhead pressed right where he wants it, soaking his insides and pushing through as much seed as possible into his womb...

The omega's nails drag down Tony's chest, leaving streaks of red lines in his wake. He feels every pulse, ever twitch… His daddy coming so deep inside him that he feels him in his stomach.

Cum drunk, Peter realizes with a soft moan. That's what he is… His daddy's filling him up so much that he's getting high off the feeling.

He kisses his dad with clumsy sloppy kisses and Tony returns them. His actions are more sluggish now that he's accomplished his goal.

"Sweet dreams…" Peter murmurs when he places another pill between Tony's lips. Another kiss and this time, Peter's tongue eases between his father's lips… His dad swallows it easily.

Tony drifts back into pleasurable dreams and Peter gingerly sits. He groans softly when his daddy's cock continues to pulse inside him. With his internal muscles squeezing down, milking the knot, he knows it'll be a long night.

Unlike all the other previous nights, Peter is now inspired. With the memory of his daddy reverently whispering his name, Peter starts to gently rock back and forth, stimulating the knot and getting ready for another round.

He'll be sure to give his daddy more sweet dreams to comfort him.

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