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underthebednotebook · 1 year

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Decided to write a little something for @anonoite three weeks ago and I figured I should post it just so I can get some validation.

Will I continue it? Maybe.

Will I learn to write porn better? Nah.

Anyways, Peter's head always seems to be running and Tony puts the usual solution to it.

I also should be uploading more works here but shh you didnt hear it from me.

For a person whose brain usually went a mile a minute, Tony knew the importance of thinking about nothing. It was the basis of most meditation theories as well as the building block of sleep, just thinking about nothing would usually help someone sleep a lot better compared to someone thinking of what they will be doing tomorrow.

Tony used to achieve that through alcohol, sex and parties–found it a little easier to find this nothingness with sleep and more alcohol now that his age has caught up with him. However, what good was he if he were not to impart some knowledge to the next generation?

Sure, he could use that as an excuse as to why he was pushing deep inside a squirming Peter Parker.

“You with me, kid?”

Peter just nods, eyes hiding behind his arm as his legs shake when a small bulge shows just right under his lower abdomen, a signal for Tony to think about whatever will keep him from cumming and to stop pushing inside.

Alcohol didn’t work for his apprentice and the last thing Tony wanted was for Peter to be seen, let alone be touched, by the people that made up the cesspool that was the 1%. One tragic death, miraculous fix up, and hasty confession later, Tony figured out just the right thing to stop Peter’s mind from going off a mile a minute.

Something that seemed to turn Peter into putty in his hands every time they ended up in Tony’s bed.

“Tony–”

The teen can’t help but whine when he notices that Tony isn’t moving, still hiding behind his arms but clearly stating his needs by moving his hips upwards to get just a tiny bit more inside him.

“You’re going to hurt yourself.” Tony leans down and breathes into his ear but is met by a pair of arms bringing his mouth to rest on the younger man’s shoulders.

“Move, please move, I can’t–please–!”

He didn’t know what had set the kid off, what had pushed Peter to grab onto Tony’s belt loops and pull him into a kiss while half-carrying him to his room, only thing Tony knew was that Peter didn’t want to think about it–and that he could not achieve that on his own.

So he started to move.

Teeth bit down on Peter’s skin as the boy’s legs immediately try to wrap around him but are stopped by the man’s arms pushing them down and taking advantage of his apprentice’s inhuman flexibility to pin them down on the bed and force Peter’s hips up so that he could do little but just wrap his arms around his mentor and cry out whenever the tip of Tony’s cock brushed against the spot that stopped his neurons from firing.

It helps, clearly, with the way Peter was babbling things about feeling good and his thighs shaking on Tony’s arms whenever the older man pushes deep inside and stays there, not moving but instead circling his hips so that the little bulge pushing against Peter’s abdomen would push some more pre-cum out of his slit. The position didn’t change until Tony’s arms go numb, Peter groaning when Tony’s hips slow their pace but immediately biting his bottom lip to keep him from moaning out loud when Tony pulls him up onto his lap–and bottoming out the last few inches that had stubbornly been kept from Peter.

Fuck, did it not feel good to have the boy’s nails dig into his bag as Tony moves his hips up with Peter’s jerky thrusts, nothing but gasps and poorly hid moans filling the air as the older man focuses on not cumming before his counterpart.

An impossible task, but he was Iron-Man and he was at least going to try.

The task becomes impossible when Peter’s foot slips and pushes him further onto Tony’s cock, the movement aligning perfectly so that the tip not only pushes against his prostate but rubs when Tony tries to catch him–!

Peter cums with a gasp and squeezes down.

“Peter–fuck–!”

Tony wasn’t going to be told that he didn’t try but Peter’s hole squeezing him down combined with the way his apprentice was clinging adorably to him while Tony cums was enough of a death blow to make even the more virtuous man take at least one peek at the way Peter was greedily taking in the first load of who knows how many. They both fall backwards as cum leaks out from the sides, Tony too busy with Peter’s tongue in his mouth to make a comment about how he needed to make room for at least two more.

Their mouths pull away as Peter’s saliva lands on Tony’s tongue, the boy leaning closer for another kiss but moaning instead when a rough hand pulls on his hair and keeps him there.

“Breathe, baby, can you breathe for me? Come on, in…”

Peter nods and takes a deep breath.

“And out.”

Both of them exhale at the same time, Peter looking down and refusing to move from his spot on top.

“Better?” Tony asks as he lets those brown locks go and instead pushes back Peter’s hair so that he could press a kiss to his forehead.

“...a bit.”

“Mmm. Good.” He smiles when Peter grinds his hips down, “Okay–okay Pete–I’m an old man so you’re going to need to give me some time to recover, bud.”

Peter’s mouth on his neck sucks greedily, Tony barely thinking about how he may have encouraged this behavior every time Peter did this exact same thing whenever he wanted to get his way.

“Mmmm not old…”

“My body would say otherwise, Petey.”

#starker #drabble #unsafe for work #tummy bulges #and tony calming his boy u wu'

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monster-cock69 · 7 months

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At first, Tony wasn't sure why he started going to the new bar around the corner. It wasn't like he ever ordered a real drink anyway. He told himself that it was a distraction, a way to prove something to himself. It helped that the bartender was a cute, twenty something twink. That coin though–

The ridges burned a hole in his pocket. He couldn't remember the last time he had actually looked at it, but he knew exactly what it looked like. It flashed in his mind whenever he breathed. The day he left it at the bar was a day he lost a thousand pounds from his shoulders. He was glad Peter hadn't been working that night.

#starker #prompt #semi drabble #alcholism warning #alcholic tony #bartender peter #peter parker #tony stark #avengers #marvel #someone please write this

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twokinkybeans · 1 year

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I'll Have You At My Side [Starker]

"Stop fighting me, spiderling," Tony said with a wicked grin. "You know there's no stopping me." Oh, Peter never ceased to entertain him with that dumb little hero-complex of his.

"I'll never stop, Tony," Peter hissed through gritted teeth and launched himself at Tony once again. It wasn't hard for Tony to evade his actions and he Peter's wrists within the iron grips of his suit, pinning the kid against the wall mid-air. Tony inhaled sharply at the collision, and bit his lips looking down at the pretty kid. A shame, really, that he hadn't given in. Yet.

The first time Tony ever laid his eyes upon Peter, he knew he wanted him by his side. As a toy, a pet, or perhaps in a long, more distant future, his lover and partner in crime.

He'd make sure Peter would learn to trust him. It was only a matter of time.

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Moodboard & Text for @muse-of-gods as a gift for the @starkerfestivals Holiday Exchange!!! ♥️

Made for the following prompt: "Superior Iron man taking over the world and finding Peter in his process of ruling and threatening the world, and falling in love with him (can also be really dark or non/dub-con, but doesn't have to be)."

#sfholidayexchange22 #starker #moodboard #gift exchange #drabble #fanfiction #kimwrites #muse-of-gods

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graceful-starker · 11 months

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Punk (for the one word Drabble)

<3 ily Jacy

Peter stares openly with a dreamy sigh. He bites his lip, tracking the other boy with half-lidded eyes.

Tony kicks down the brake stand, removing his helmet in the same movement. He tucks the helmet under one arm and uses the other to run thick fingers through messy hair.

Peter groans in appreciation, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches the boy start to look around for Peter. He’ll never get tired of looking at those tattoos, the piercings, the very embodiment of bad boy. Peter’s fantasy come to life.

Tony spots Peter, and starts walking towards him.

#starker #Drabble ask game

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spider-mancan · 1 year

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beta testing

Peter presented as an alpha when he was seventeen. Tony had whisked him and his aunt away to a trip to Maldives as soon as Peter's rut was over, to celebrate. Presentation was like turning twenty-one; Peter had tried to convince his aunt to let him drink a little, but he was still one-year off from the drinking age on the islands.

That was two years ago. Since then, Tony has managed to destroy his life in most ways, save the universe, rebuild his life from scratch, move to Malibu, and move back to New York. He won't pretend Peter calling him from his old lab with tears in his eyes on Christmas hadn't been a reason to return to the city.

Peter and Tony are closer than ever. Peter underestimates the strides he's made for science just by giving Tony someone to bounce off of that isn't a metal arm in a dunce cap. On his own merit, Peter is busy revolutionizing the textile industry. His webbing formula is extremely flexible, pun intended, and he's been working on a variant that could be used instead of Kevlar. Tony has the patent paperwork ready whenever Peter says the word.

MJ and May are both alphas, and Peter's friend Ted is an omega. Tony remembers the first time Peter came to the lab with scent strain -- super senses suddenly surrounded by pheromones? Recipe for disaster. "I'll be okay, Mr. Stark," Peter had said, even though his face was green. "I just, you know, need to get used to it, like before."

Tony is just a beta, much to his father's chagrin. He'd held out a hand and said, "come here, kid," with his wrist pointed upward, bare. Neutral. Just sweat and oil and cologne and whatever personal smell lies dormant on most beta's skin.

It had been the right move; Tony knew that as soon as he saw Peter's shoulders sag with relief. Peter surged forward like Tony was offering him water in the desert. Instead of scenting Tony's wrist, Peter had wrapped his fingers around Tony's wrist and used the hold to pull Tony up and out of his seat, a little closer. Buried his nose in Tony's neck, where the tie was loosened and the button of his dress shirt popped. Breathed.

Tony had let him, mostly out of shock.

But then Peter said, breathlessly, "thank you, Mr. Stark," and Tony said, predictably, "anytime, kid."

For some time just after his presentation, Peter would set his bag down and pet DUM-E on the head and pull Tony in close to clear his nose of the smog of the city and Tony thought, yeah, this is normal. It was normal because they both made it normal. If there's one thing Tony learned in his life, it's that it's only weird if you make it weird. Peter needed a palette cleanser made sense, and Tony would give Peter the whole world. What's a little scenting between friends?

The rest of Tony's friends had some things to say about it. "Watch yourself, Tones," Rhodey would tell him on the odd nights he had free to sit and watch a game and try to keep Tony from self-destructing. "You're great at managing a crisis but you've never been great at seeing them coming."

Tony wasn't worried about it. At his worst, Peter Parker was still one of the best people Tony had ever met.

This strange new tradition continued long after Peter got a handle of the rest of his new heightened senses (again) but what was Tony supposed to do when the few times Tony didn't immediately offer his hand Peter's eyes got wide and sad? What is Tony supposed to do? He's just a man.

The scenting also seems to remove whatever barrier was left between them. Peter took the opportunity to shift himself from mentee to friend as best he could, considering he was nearly thirty years Tony's junior. Tony has always been a tactile person; now, Peter felt confident returning small gestures. A clap on the shoulder, a on the hand on the hip, a tug on the sleeve. There aren't many people around who can sate Tony's need for physical connection -- there aren't many people around at all -- and if Peter needs the same thing, it works out for the best.

The touching bleeds out of the lab without Tony noticing. Peter started coming over outside of his lab days with a movie or a craving for a restaurant and Tony loves indulgence. He loves indulgence even more when they're someone else's. He took Peter to Thailand for a weekend, spent another with Peter's feet in his lap while they watched Star Trek from the pilot. He started booking larger hotel rooms when he had to travel for work and invited Peter every time. Peter never said no, but eventually Tony stopped booking the rooms with two beds.

That's another large difference, but this one Tony notices; Peter starts sharing his bed.

In an innocent way, of course. The first time they were in England and the heating was terrible and it was freezing. Peter never dealt well with the cold to begin with, and he'd looked so shy asking to sleep next to Tony. He'd smelled nearly panicked, so much so that even Tony could tell, but Tony didn't need to be an alpha or omega to tell how relieved Peter was when Tony simply rolled over and held the sheets up for Peter to crawl inside.

After all this time, Tony has finally realized that if he gives Peter an inch, Peter will take a mile.

It started in hotels, but Peter has effectively moved into the Tower since then. Even though he has his own room, decked out in everything a nerdy college student could possibly want, the bed goes mostly unused. It started with Peter bodily carrying Tony to bed when he went on a work bender and staying so Tony wouldn't sneak back to the workshop. It started with Peter knocking on Tony's door, shaking with remnant nightmares, and letting Tony pet his hair until they both fell asleep. It started with...well. Tony isn't sure when it started.

"He's already living there, isn't he?" May asked, when Tony asked permission for Peter to officially move in. "What's the difference?"

"Well, I know I'm not family--"

"--Thank god." May rolled her eyes. "I trust him with you. Why wouldn't I? It's not like you're a prowling omega in the shadows or anything."

Tony is just a beta. Alphas don't really need betas -- not the way Tony needs Peter.

It's been two years since that weekend in Maldives. Tony knows because FRIDAY had sent some of the photographs to his tablet, and with that comes the question of why Peter is in his bed and why has no one mentioned to Tony that he's in too deep?

(People have. Rhodey, for one, and then Happy, and also May Parker, albeit Tony had been uncomfortable so he hadn't really been paying attention.)

Right now, it's Pepper in the doorway, dressed tidily and sighing heavily when she opens Tony's bedroom door. She thinks Tony has bedded another pair of hot legs in heels, but Tony sees her eyes widen the moment she realizes it's Peter.

Peter is clinging to Tony, his face buried in Tony's neck, dead to the world. Despite the danger sense, Peter sleeps like the dead unless something tells him he shouldn't. Right now, Tony feels the heat of his breath against his bare skin.

"Oh, Tony," Pepper says, shaking her head. "You don't have to hide anything, you know."

"I'm not." Tony is awkwardly propped up on his pillows, the tablet settling now on Peter's back. "There's nothing going on."

"Sure." Pepper turns on her heels, flicking her ponytail over her shoulder. "Paperwork will be on the island. Tell Peter to call more often. Try not to do anything you would normally do."

"I'm just a beta!" Tony argues at her back, a loud hiss, but Peter lightly pulls out of sleep anyway. Tony stays still until Peter settles back down, the pads of Peter's fingers pressing into the dips of Tony's collarbone. "I'm just a beta."

Peter has talked about omegas almost non-stop since he went to college, mostly the pretty and talented Gwen Stacy or the pretentious Harry Osborn. For once, Tony wishes he were an omega so he could tell whether Peter was spending time with them, with anyone else. An alpha, of course, would also be able to tell, but...

Tony clears his throat.

"Good morning," Peter says, not long later. His lips press into Tony's neck like a kiss. He smells like sleep, his bare chest warm against the rucked-up tank top Tony usually wears to bed. He yawns. "Whu' time issit?"

"Late." Tony bonks Peter on the head with his tablet -- he's managed to close out two projects in the interim -- and Peter rolls onto his back with a groan. It's suddenly much colder. "Pepper wants you to call her more."

Peter freezes. "Was she here?"

"For a minute." Free of his leech, Tony throws his feet over the side of his bed and stretches, all the bones of his spine popping back into place.

"Was she..."

Tony looks at Peter over his shoulder with a questioning eyebrow.

"Was she surprised I was here?" Peter asks finally.

"No." Tony frowns. "Well, a little. You know how she is."

"That's a non-answer."

"Does it matter?"

"Did she say anything bad?"

"About you, kid?" Tony laughs, rolling his head on his neck. "Never."

When Tony goes to stand up from the bed, he feels a slight tug on the back of his shirt. Peter is leaning over, Tony's shirt in one hand, his gaze down on the covers. "Mr. Stark, I...uh."

"You can call me Tony, you know," Tony says, for the millionth time. "We've been over this."

Peter frowns, and when he looks up at Tony he's chewing his lip to shreds. "Tony..." A thick swallow. "My, uh, my rut..."

Tony jolts. "It started!?"

"No!" Peter's eyes widen, and he lets go of Tony to shake his hands frantically, no, no, no. "It's soon. Uh, maybe in two weeks or so."

Very soon. "Does your aunt know?" Ruts only happen once a year unless they're triggered by a heat, and the last one Peter spent at May's. Tony had missed him terribly. "Should we get stuff moving?"

"I was, uh..." Peter runs a hand through his hair. "She's out of town! This...uh, this whole month. I was thinking about just, you know, spending it here."

Tony frowns. "Wouldn't it be better if she was gone?"

Peter pales. "No," he says. "I will not elaborate. And uh, can I have it here?"

Tony pauses. There's no...there's no reason Peter can't have it here. Tony can't smell the rut scent, and there's plenty of room. Peter's guest room is still there, although most of his clothes and personal items are strewn about Tony's room. But Tony can hear just as well as anyone else, and the idea of Peter going through a rut only a few rooms away is...

Peter is already rambling. "My ruts really aren't that bad, you know? Because of the spider bite, like. You'd think it'd be worse because everything is, just, more but I don't know. It's like I'm so used to being overwhelmed and controlling myself, it's really not bad? And it's even better when I have a, um, a partner."

"A partner?" Tony balks. "You want...a partner? For your rut?"

"Uh." Peter blushes, pressing his lips together. "Yeah."

Tony sits on the thought and finds it rather sour. He licks his lips, wipes a hand down his mouth and chin, thinking. "Do you want me to leave, then?" Leave Peter here, to be taken care of by some omega. Someone else, when it's Tony's job to take care of Peter. Not that...god.

Tony is so fucked up.

Peter makes a small, confused sound. "No--no. You don't have to leave. That's not--"

"I don't know if bringing a stranger in here is the best idea," Tony says, standing up. The first thing he does is take off his reading glasses. The second thing he does is put on his watch. Both of these things are written into muscle memory, and he can do them without seeming bothered. "But let's stick a pin in this. I need coffee, pronto."

"Yeah." Peter deflates. "Yeah, we can talk about it later."

Sure.

Tony is halfway through making a pot of coffee when he comes to two separate, terrible conclusions.

He would 100% help Peter with his rut if he could. and

He can't.

Tony is just a beta.

By the time Peter gets out of bed, Tony is long gone and the pot of coffee is done brewing.

Unknown to Tony, Peter grumbles, pours himself a cup of coffee, and plots how to get Tony in his bed -- biblically -- within the next two weeks.

#omegaverse #starker #ironspider #drabble #i might make a little drabble collection on ao3 so if i ever wanna come back to these i can #i was gonna write the full conclusion but then it got long #everyone makes fun of me because i can't write short things TT

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sinditia · 2 years

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thinking about some rough starker throat-fucking. tony's got both hands on peter's skull, so big that it engulfs practically his entire head. tony's fingers are tangled in peter's soft curls. peter can't move, can only take it as tony pumps his hips against his face. every thrust pushing a wet, choked up, gurgling sound from the back of peter's throat.

tony pulls back just for a moment, just to hear peter panting, gasping for air, eyes watery as they blink up at him, gorgeous and wide. and tony can't help himself. he shoves his cock back in roughly, making the boy whimper, hands scrabbling at tony's thighs. but oh he takes it so good. just lets tony use his mouth like a warm wet hole.

#starker #nff #starker drabble

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captshipper · 5 months

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do-nut november | 01. creampie

Starker | A/B/O | Alpha Peter Parker x Omega Tony Starker | explicit sexual content

cw: implied underage

Tony's an old man, his last heat was before the whole ordeal where he was busy in a cave with shrapnel wrecking havoc on his chest.

there's still something delicious about how risky it feels despite all of it. Peter's too young to be a father, Tony's too old to be a mother. he fucks the man, who's definitely old enough to be his parent, raw anyways. because he likes it. because Tony likes it. it feels good, the way the friction makes his whole body burn. it's warm and wet, he ignore the disappointment of needing lube to fuck an omega who can't produce slick enough.

Tony's has been his hero for a long time, and he still is, even when he's laying on his back, legs spread open and ass open to take Peter's above average alpha cock. he's still lovely and awesome with face and chest flustered, cute omega little cock dripping precum all over himself.

Peter wants to breed him.

he has to be careful, for all his accomplishments as a hero, Tony's just human. he's just a man. softly muscular, beautiful man that takes Peter's cock like a champ. he'll let fucking roughly and painfully to one of the many toys Tony provided him. reinforced to not break under Peter's unyielding strength, unlike Tony's body.

it can still be intense, Tony's always so tight and hot that it takes almost too much will power to not knot him right there.

Peter hold him and fucks hard but not too hard. it's filthy and filthier when the stimulation is enough to make him come. Peter's young, fertile, and a generous cum-giver. and rope after rope of cum painting Tony's insides is enough to make his back arch, mouth form Peter's name in a pleasant noise and his cock shoot cum all over himself.

Tony whines when Peter pulls out, still hard and still with cum to give. the young hero licks his lips and watches Tony's hole. well used, sensitive and pretty, Tony whines again when cum drips out slowly. a feral part of Peter growls at waste of good cum, of the breeding opportunity.

the rest of him loves that his hero is well-fucked and leaking marks of Peter's ownership..

#starker #do-nut november 2023 #starker smut #starker fanfiction #tony stark x peter parker #omegaverse au #alpha peter parker #omega tony stark #smut fic #smut drabble #costa's starker omegaverse

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starksvinyls · 11 months

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For the prompts, Peter + Chrysanthemums💚

Chrysanthemums - a vow or promise

Peter gently squeezed Tony's hands, where he held them in his between them. They were facing each other, the rest of the world fading into nothing. Tony's vows had nearly sent Peter into hysterics (he was already weepy after reciting the standard to have and to hold bit while they exchanged rings), but he knew he had to keep it together in order to get through his own. He took a deep breath, and began:

"Tony, you are the most incredible man I have ever met. You're smart, caring, generous, funny, and most importantly, you love me just as much as I love you. You've never let me doubt just how much I mean to you, and I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together making sure you know just how much you mean to me."

Tony's eyes were misted over, and Peter gave his hands another squeeze.

The officiant cleared their throat and then spoke loudly for the mic to pick up. "And with that, by the power vested in me by the State of New York, I now pronounce you married."

Peter couldn't stop smiling into the kisses Tony kept pressing against his lips.

#teehee 🤭#starker #starker drabble #otpcutie #starksvinyls fic #i know a drabble is technically a work with exactly 100 words but idc i call all short tumblr fics 'drabbles' esp ask box fics deal with it

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cagestark · 2 years

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heating goes out in stark tower so peter and tony have to huddle for warmth together with angst and fluff due to the fact peter cant thermoregulate please

Sorry it’s not a fic fic. SFW!

Peter says he’s the one with bad luck, but Tony’s luck is infamous. The backup power system is due for regularly scheduled updates between 2AM to 3AM. Despite checking for weather patterns that evening, a late-night thunderstorm takes a southern turn at the last moment. Lightning strikes the tower, and the power goes out.

The main doors won’t even open, nor the ones to the lower parking garage. It’s his own fault for creating a security system that would shut the Tower up tighter than a Venus fly trap at the first sight of tampering, even if that tampering came from Mother Nature herself.

Tony goes to fix it because who else could? Systems are fried, and even after hours of effort, he’s barely made progress. He’s going to have to go out on the roof to assess the damage more closely. 45 degrees is warm for fall in New York, but 1100 feet in the air, the wind whips the collar of his jacket and stings his eyes—and the pouring rain doesn’t help.

He’s soaked to the bone when Peter finds him. Tony barely recognizes him beneath a comical amount of clothing layers. He looks ready for an Arctic expedition. At the sight of the kid (who is spending the break between college semesters at the Tower), Tony is relieved at first—an extra set of hands would be perfect. But one glance at the panicked brown eyes peeking out above a wool scarf tells Tony that something is very wrong.

“I’ve never told you this or anyone this because there’s never really been a need, I mean, the suit has built in heaters and anytime I’m too cold I just go inside or wrap up in one of those blankets MJ is always getting me for Christmas, but—“ “I appreciate the context but give me the abridged version, Pete, I kind of have a situation I’m trying to deal with.” “That’s just it, Mr. Stark.”

Who could have expected Tony to know that the only thermoregulation spiders are capable of is behavioral? Peter could bask in the sun—if it were out. He is already sheltering—but his shelter is growing colder by the minute.

“Blankets worked okay at first,” Peter says, watching Tony pace brainstorm in the penthouse. “But the sun has been down for hours and I’m so cold, Mr. Stark. I tried running, jumping jacks, but I’m not able to generate enough heat, and—look.” Peter holds up his hands and the fingers are white and bloodless.

Instinct makes him reach out and take Peter’s frigid hand between his own. Even though he feels cold too, he is blistering in comparison. Peter groans at the warmth, a pleasured sound that makes Tony’s stomach flip.

He lets go, reluctantly.

They spend the next twenty minutes brainstorming to no avail.

“We could start a fire? I see your expression, but it would be a very controlled fire. Surely I’m capable of—alright, you’re right. Fuck, kid. Maybe we need to just evacuate you. We can’t go out the front door, but you swing us somewhere warmer.”

“‘Kay,” Peter slurs from beneath the blankets where he has been silent for the last five minutes. He’s no longer shivering. “I’m g’na be late for school, though.”

Tony knows hypothermia when he sees it. If Peter’s cognitive functions are being affected, then his decreasing temperature is becoming dangerous.

Tony begins to peel off his wet clothes, hands shaking. It’s the cold he tells himself, not fear. Not terror that he could be watching Peter’s life slip away before his very eyes.

“I hope you can forgive me, kid, but we’re about to get closer than you—well, than you probably ever wanted to. You can hate me in the morning, at least you’ll still be alive.”

He scoops the kid up—Jesus he’s heavy, probably from being solid muscle—and takes him into the bathroom. The smaller the room, the easier it will be to keep warm. He fills the claw-footed tub with blankets and saves Peter for last.

The kid is too out of it to even acknowledge being unwrapped like the world’s most convoluted Christmas present. Tony leaves the kid’s boxers on, feeling like enough of a creep as it is.

Into the tub they go, Peter plastered against him back-to-front. Tony drags more blankets hastily pulled from his bed over them, tugs the kid’s hat down lower over his ears, and just holds him.

He ducks his head against the crook of Peter’s neck and just breathes, warm breath fanning over his skin.

Maybe he prays, though he’s maybe prayed a lot in his life, and he hasn’t seen much proof that anyone is listening.

When at last Peter’s entire body begins to shiver again, the relief Tony feels makes tears sting at his eyes. Beneath the blankets, he runs his hands up and down the kid’s arms, working to generate more friction. Eventually, the young man in his arms stirs.

“Wh’re are we?” Peter mutters at length, nearly causing Tony to jump out of his skin.

Tony laughs a sigh. Peter shivers harder for a moment, and maybe that isn’t all from the cold. “Bathroom. Enclosed space would help trap our body heat in. My body heat, I guess.”

Peter hums. “You’re so hot, Mr. Stark.” A moment of silence, then: “Oh my god, you’re warm. Warm. Not that you, I mean, you look great. Uh, Mr. Stark, are you naked?”

Tony blinks. “Body heat, best way to warm you up without burning down the tower.”

Peter clears his throat. His cool fingers wrap around Tony’s arm, pulling his embrace tighter. “I—guess we should stay like this then. Until sunrise, at least.”

“Probably. To be safe.”

“You know me, I’m all about safety, Mr. Stark.”

“Kid, for the love of god, call me Tony.”

#starker #sfw #cuddling for warmth #cagewrites #drabble ish

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