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captshipper · 28 days
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captshipper's 100 followers special: 003. creampie
100 smutty drabble to celebrate 100 followers
top!Tony x bottom!Peter // starkercest // trans!Peter
he knows it's wrong in every way possible.
that's his father, a man thirty-five years older than him.
that's a man fucking him raw, deep, and Peter's not in any kind of pill or hormone (yet), the risk is there. give himself a little sibling and give himself a child at the same time.
and Peter doesn't care, not when Tony looks beautiful like an angel, hovering on top of him and punding him like a machine. not when there's adoration and raw lust after he pulls out and cum leaks out of Peter's well0sed hole.
he likes being wrong.
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buckybeardreams · 2 years
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Teen Peter Parker, Father/Son Incest, Top Tony Stark, Bottom Peter Parker, Brat Peter Parker, Daddy Dom Tony Stark, Sub Peter Parker, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Anal Sex, Anal Plug, Daddy Kink, Subspace Summary:
Peter's insatiable and Tony's exasperated, but how can he not give his kid what he wants?
After all, Peter's pretty as a picture.
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When Peter showed up asking to work in the lab with him, of course, Tony said yes. He loved having his son around, loved sharing something he loved with him. Peter might have had ulterior motives, though.
It's not that he didn't love working in the lab with his dad, because he did… but this time, he came looking for something more.
Peter fidgeted with the tool in his hand before sighing, deciding now was as good a time as any. He set the tool down, side-eyeing his dad.
"So… you wanna fuck?"
Tony's hands froze, his eyes meeting Peter's in exasperation. Peter was insatiable, and Tony was way too old to be keeping up with the libido of a teenager. They'd already had morning sex—not to mention they fucked multiple times last night—and it wasn't even lunch yet.
Tony shook his head in exasperation but set his tools down and walked over to an abandoned workbench, starting to clear it. He'd never been good at denying Peter anything. His little boy was just the prettiest little thing, and Tony couldn't resist him.
"You gonna help me, or do I always gotta do all the work?"
Peter grinned, hurrying over to eagerly clear the surface and hopping up on it. He squirmed when the plug inside of him shifted.
"How do you want me?"
Tony rolled his eyes. His kid was like a puppy, eager and horny and desperate to please.
"Just lay back, kid."
Peter let himself flop backwards, delighting in the way his dad cursed, his hand darting out to cradle the back of his head and cushion the fall. Peter just giggled and wrapped his limbs around him, tugging him in for a kiss.
"Jesus, you're gonna be the death of me," Tony grumbled into the kiss.
Peter hummed, parting his lips enticingly and licking at his dad's tongue teasingly when Tony's chased his.
"Wouldn't it be tragically poetic if I was the reason you died since you're the reason I'm alive?" Peter asked when they separated.
Despite Tony's grumbling, he was already reaching for his pants, pausing to narrow his eyes at his little boy.
"Don't even start with me, kid."
Peter snickered, and Tony rolled his eyes, muttering about being a fucking brat as he pulled his cock out of his pants.
"Daddy!" Peter shrieked when Tony's hands tugged at his skinny jeans, tugging his ass right off the workbench.
Peter clung to him harder, Tony not even pausing, busy trying to peel skin-tight fucking jeans over his kid's bubble butt. If they didn't make his ass look so delectable, Tony would ban him from wearing them just because getting them off him multiple times a day was so damn inconvenient.
"Oh hush, you're fine," Tony said, no sympathy in his voice. "I'm not gonna let you fall."
Peter pouted, clutching him tighter.
"You better not," Peter grumbled.
Tony smirked, leaning down to capture his lips, finally managing to tug the jeans down enough to expose a pair of indecently small boxers. Those proved to be much easier to pull down, and Tony rocked himself between his kid's cheeks, soft and plush.
"What? Don't trust me?" Tony teased.
Peter rolled his eyes, huffing.
"Just shut up and fuck me already."
Tony's eyes sparkled, and he reached down, easing the plug out of Peter's ass. He pulled back just enough to watch some of his cum start to leak out before lining up and pushing inside with a groan.
"Oh fuck," Peter whined, his hands clenching the back of Tony's shirt as his hole stretched around his dad's cock.
Tony draped himself over his boy's smaller body, pressing the plug to Peter's lips and smearing cum across them like gloss. Peter's tongue darted out to swipe it up, curling around the plug seductively. Tony cursed, bottoming out and shoving the plug into Peter's mouth.
The plug muffled his moan, his eyes fluttering shut, and he automatically suckled on the plug, cleaning off the remnants of his dad's cum.
"That's it, good boy," Tony groaned, pulling out slowly. "You just keep that safe for me while I fuck you full of another load. We're gonna need that nice and clean, so I can use it to plug you back up."
Peter whined, sucking harder on the plug and wishing it was his dad's cock.
Time melted away as Tony fucked him, just like it always did. Peter got lost in that soft space, all floaty and fuzzy, his mind drifting as his body lit up with pleasure. Peter whimpered around the plug, suckling on it as his daddy's hips stilled, grunting as he came.
Peter could feel his cum flooding his insides, adding to the multiple loads he was already holding inside him. Some of it had spilled out, frothing up around Tony's cock and painting his pubes white. It was a shame to see it go to waste, but worth it to fuck into his little boy's sloppy ass.
"Fuck, what a good little slut," Tony murmured, gripping the base of the plug and slipping it past Peter's lips. "Taking Daddy's cock so well, keeping all his cum safe and warm inside your pretty little hole."
"D–Daddy," Peter whimpered when Tony pulled out slowly, replacing his cock with the plug.
"Look at that, what a mess," Tony tsked, drawing Peter's eyes to his cum-covered cock. "My filthy little boy, always making messes. I hope you're planning to clean that up."
Tony was smirking as he said it, but when Peter nodded eagerly, trying to get up, Tony pressed him right back down.
"Ah-ah, first Daddy's gotta clean you up. What kind of Daddy would I be if I didn't clean up my own kid when he was all messy?"
Tony's eyes were sparkling with arousal and amusement as he said it, his hands sliding up Peter's thighs and under his knees. He coaxed his boy into relaxing his grip on him, letting his legs go limp so Tony could toss them over his shoulders and press his face between those perky little cheeks.
He couldn't eat him out with his hole plugged, but Tony licked his crack clean of cum, licking all around the toy, his tongue teasing under the edges. And all the while, Peter made the prettiest sounds, his thighs clenching around Tony's head.
"Mm, that's better," Tony hummed, pulling back and rubbing Peter's thigh soothingly.
Peter was all slick with spit now, glistening with it, and it was a beautiful sight. Tony had to just stop and stare for a moment, admiring it, but when Peter started to get fussy, he helped the boy to his feet.
Peter's legs trembled, threatening to collapse under him, and he grabbed at his dad. Tony was already wrapping an arm around his waist, though, holding him up.
"Shh, you're alright, kid. I've gotcha."
Tony hiked up his boxers, Peter wriggling to help him get the skinny jeans back over his ass.
"There, that's better," Tony said, pinning Peter's hips against the workbench as his hands fumbled with his jeans.
Tony managed to get them fastened, bumping their noses together when Peter peered up at him with doe-eyes, his little boy all soft and spacey.
"Pretty as a picture," Tony murmured, his thumb running over Peter's swollen lips before claiming them.
"Mm, wanna clean you now," Peter whined.
Tony chuckled.
"Fuck, yeah, okay."
Tony stepped back, letting Peter drop to his knees and grip his cock. Tony cursed, his hand slipping into his hair and guiding his cock to his lips. Peter took him down with the ease of a boy who had spent a lot of time on his knees. Peter always did have a thing for his dad's cock.
Tony couldn't get it up this quickly after coming, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy the feeling of his kid's warm mouth, his soft lips, and his silky tongue as he worshipped his daddy's cock.
When Peter finally pulled off, wiping drool off his chin with the back of his hand, Tony's cock was shiny with spit.
"Fuck, that's my good boy," Tony praised, lifting his chin.
Peter peered at him through his lashes, pretty as a picture as always, and it stole Tony's breath away. It was entirely unfair just how easily his son had captured his heart and become the center of his universe. As far as Tony was concerned, all the galaxies revolved around his little boy, stars sparkling in his eyes and the sun radiating in his smile.
"Come on, kid, up on your feet."
Peter let him pull him up to his feet, let his dad tug him over to the couch, all but collapsing into his lap and snuggling up close. He buried his face in Tony's neck, whimpering softly, "Daddy."
"Shh, I know, I've gotcha, kid," Tony said softly, his fingers brushing through sweaty curls.
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starrkermarvel · 1 year
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Starker.....
After the endgame tony and peter become closer than before and thats how their feelings change and start a new chapter LOVE....
They both think they are not worth it and they are about to lose each other in the battlefield so they hide their feelings...
And What if tony knows Peter's secret Cross dressing....
(I know it's not good because it's the first time I've written or made something so.. 🙃)
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starkeristheendgame · 3 years
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Peter Parker, adopted by Ben & May Parker aged 3 with no known other siblings going out to a bar because his parents have just discovered he might have a sibling and he’s Not Ready For That and meets a handsome stranger who just introduces himself as ‘Tony’. 
They hit it off so well, and Peter knows he shouldn’t but Tony is just so nice and so handsome so he goes home with him. And its the best fuck of his life so far. Tony’s mouth could give a nun a heart attack. 
And X amount of days later (or Hell, even the very next day after he woke up to a note from Tony saying he had something to do, he’s welcome to coffee and to see himself out) he comes home and there’s this stranger on the couch. 
And its Tony, who looks appalled for all of 0.2 seconds before giving him this blatant once over and lazy, salacious smirk. 
May is fretting by the doorway saying “I’m sorry Peter, I just...I couldn’t not get in touch”.
And Tony winks at him and licks his lips, stands up and holds out his hand and says “nice to meet you, little brother.”
Alternatively, hello, son 👁👅👁
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When Tony goes to MIT, it’s the first time in his memory he hasn’t had his sweet little brother’s constant affection. Tony gets really touch-starved. During the holidays, Tony is clinging to Peter at every opportunity. Always cuddling, walking with an arm around Peter, linking arms, pressing his leg to peter’s during family dinners, napping with his head in Peter’s lap when Peter’s doing homework. Tony even tried to sleep on Peter’s floor to be close to him before Peter dragged him to the bed. Peter thinks it’ll wear off after Tony gets used to MIT. He soon realizes that he’s wrong. Peter accepts the offer to skip, Midtown have been sending for years. By, the next semester Peter is enrolled at MIT, but Tony’s as clingy as ever. 
There’s the whole dramatic thing where they confess the loved each other all along, but they’re taking it slow for now. But no one notices any difference between couple them, and how they are usually because they’re so affectionate.
Peter starts noticing that Tony has developed some quite child-like tendencies and coping mechanisms sometimes, he also notices how much he enjoys taking care of Tony. Peter researches this for weeks, and puts together a folder filled with documents, website links, and a PowerPoint filled with pictures/links of stuff he wants to get little Tony. 
Peter doesn’t get around to broaching the subject to Tony. Tony finds the folder labelled Private, (because Peter didn’t think that through), and assumes it’s porn or a diary. Tony read everything. He blushes while looking through the PowerPoint of stuff Peter wants to get Tony, slowly realizing how much he wants this. He want Peter to be his Caregiver, he wants to be taken care of, he wants to be his brother’s baby as well as his boyfriend. 
When Peter gets home, Tony and him have a long talk about headspaces, regression and boundaries. Afterwards, they curl up in bed together looking through different online stores to buy stuff for when Tony is Little.
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idyllicstarker · 3 years
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Ignited passions
@starkerfestivals summerbingo21 | fill: incest
alternatively, read here on a03
warnings: sexual content, brother/brother incest, underaged peter, foul language, come eating
New York had called upon the sun, and the sun had answered in an outstanding, almost blinding way. The summer heat danced through bones, leaving high spirits in even the grumpiest of souls.
Tony watched as Peter lay there, reclined in the dappled shade of the old oak tree. He was sprawled on the hammock, a book resting on his raised knee. From under the sunglasses perched on his nose, Peter followed the text slowly, slightly chapped lips mouthing out each word as if it was a spoken love poem. With not even a breeze to hold off the heat, he wore nothing but some short swim trunks, though it wasn’t like he’d even been in the pool yet.
Pulling himself up out of the water, Tony grunted quietly. Shaking the water from his hair, he grabbed his towel to wipe at his face.
“Tony can you take some sunscreen over to your brother? He shouldn’t be laying there without any. The sun can still get through the gaps in the tree”
As he dropped the towel on the nearest lounger, Tony let out a small ‘umph’ in agreement to his mother’s request.
Grabbing a cherry tomato from the platter Maria had spread out on the table, he popped it into his mouth. As he bit down and let the juice squirt out onto his tongue he slowly made his way over to Peter with the bottle of sunscreen and a cold can of lemonade from the cooler.
His feet sinking into the grass, Tony’s approach was silent. Peter seemed far too consumed with the book he was reading, not even noticing Tony’s arrival. His back was to the pool - to everybody else, and whilst one hand was clutched to his book, the other was occupied someplace else. Down his pants, Peter quite evidently had his little hand around his cock, the motion of the tight fitting shorts lifting and falling in the shape of his knuckles a consequence of Peter stroking up and down slowly.
Tony blinked, throwing the sunscreen bottle into the gap between Peter’s legs before quickly swooping down and grabbing the book.
A startled Peter let out a cry of protest, making a swipe for his fiction, but with little success as Tony took a skilled step back.
“Leave him alone Tony”, Howard boomed, from his perch at the outside table. Even though everyone had retreated outside from the heat, Howard still chose to work at his laptop under the covering of the umbrella. With the humidity overbearing, he was more irritable than usual and didn’t want to deal with his kids.
But Tony had already read enough.
It was a steamy page of nothing but hot and rough sex, he’d gathered that at least. He’d never seen the book before, but the emphasis of two cocks and no pussy was all Tony really needed to know.
It seemed that the heat ignited passions of all sorts.
“You dirty little slut”, he breathed out teasingly.
Peter rolled his eyes, letting out a small huff. But it was obvious he was embarrassed, by his flushed cheeks - both at the situation of being found and at Tony’s words,
“Give it back, you ass”, he scowled, snatching the book back and moving to place his bookmark inside.
Tony snorted softly, “You love me really”, he hummed out, holding the lemonade out to Peter.
Peter sighed softly, looking up at his older brother with a small frown.
After a year of being away at college, Tony had miraculously bulked up a bit. Not that it had changed Peter’s view of him. Don’t get him wrong, he thought Tony was sexy with his abs and biceps - even more so with the remnants of the pool water slowly rolling down his toned stomach - but he’d always been attracted to him in a way that he definitely shouldn’t. Not that the ‘shouldn’t’ part’ had ever really stopped him.
Before Tony had left they were at each other almost every night they could manage; a big house with thick walls did have its perks.
It had taken one sleepless movie night, with their parents away, and an accidental brush of ass to crotch and they’d been at it ever since.
Well at least, that was before Tony had left for college.
Peter took the can, muttering a quiet thank you, and opening it up to take a long gulp of the sweet drink. His other hand moved to pull his sunglasses atop his head so he could look over Tony better.
As he moved to place the can on the ground, his lips glistened with wetness. Tony couldn’t help himself, leaning down to press a gentle peck to them, tasting the sweetness of the sugar. As he pulled away, he licked at his own, far from satisfied. But the taste of Peter was enough to subdue him for now.
Peter gasped in surprise, his gaze instantly flickering over to their parents worriedly.
“Tony”, he hissed, in a scolding manner that was rather endearing. They were thankfully looking away, Howard still working like the grouch he was, and Maria engrossed in her book on the lounger, “They’re right there”, he muttered, with a shake of his head at Tony’s boldness.
“They’re not looking”, the elder dismissed, with a small roll of his eyes. “You worry too much.”
Peter sighed softly, letting out a disgruntled sound as Tony moved to sit down with him on the hammock.
“I don’t think this thing can hold both of us anymore”, he said cautiously, holding onto the sides for balance as Tony shuffled around so that Peter was between his legs.
“You calling me fat?”
“No, I’m calling us fully grown adults. And thank you by the way, I love having your wet, smelly ass on my head”, he grunted.
Tony sighed out dramatically, “Stop your complaining will ya. I’d hardly call you being sixteen a fully grown adult”, he said, moving to place the bottle of sunscreen on Peter’s chest as if he was a table. “Put some sunscreen on, mom was bugging me”, he instructed.
Peter scrunched up his face, whining slightly under his breath, “But it’s sticky”, he grumbled. He’d apparently decided to ignore the fact that Tony had pointed out he wasn’t quite an adult yet. He didn’t think he’d ever be an adult in Tony’s eyes. Not that he quite minded that, he did like the attention.
“Shocker! Usually you don’t mind being sticky”, Tony snorted, never passing up the opportunity to make an inappropriately timed innuendo.
With a tired huff, Peter moved to slap Tony’s arm, though the impact was hardly painful. “Just for that, you’re putting it on me”, Peter told him, holding the sunscreen up over his head so Tony could reach it, since he couldn’t exactly see him from this position. He moved to press a kiss to his stomach rather gentle-like, despite his attack a few seconds before. “So I don’t have to get my hands sticky of course”, he added, as justification for his demands.
“Are you sure that’s the only reason?” Tony asked amused. “Not because you don’t like my hands running all over your pretty little body?”
“Oh shut up, you cocky little shit!”
“Language sweetheart.”
Tony’s hands moved across his body slowly, but after a minute of realising he couldn’t comfortably reach, hooked his hands under Peter’s armpits to pull him up so his chest was to the boy’s back. He continued with his massage of the cream into his skin, over his arms and his stomach, his fingertips circling around his nipples slowly.
“Stop it”, Peter breathed out shakily, tilting his head back into the dip of Tony’s neck, gnawing at his bottom lip nervously as his gaze watched over their parents.
“I can’t help it that you’re sensitive”, Tony pointed out, rather amused as it honestly hadn’t even been that intentional.
But as Peter had pointed it out, he decided to play with him a little more, his index brushing over his right nipple slowly and the other hand going for a pinch at the left, with no warning at all.
Peter let out a strangled moan, bucking back against Tony’s body.
The elder laughed, giving it a small twist before letting go, watching over the way both began to harden as he moved his hands over his stomach to continue rubbing the suncream in.
“Fuck you”, Peter huffed out, a small pout on his lips. “I’m still hard from my book and you gotta go tease me more”, he muttered quietly. “What are you even doing here anyways. I thought Rhodey was having a barbecue?”, he questioned.
“Trying to get rid of me, are we?”, he asked. Before instructing him to ‘lift up a leg’ so he could reach his hands down to his ankle and up to his thigh.
“Of course I’m not”, Peter said, doing as he was told and lifting one leg up. “I thought you’d just prefer to be over there. You always say he has a bigger pool and Dad’s not there watching over you.”
Tony hummed out at that, shaking his head as let go of his leg, waiting for Peter to lift the other before starting again with that one. “Our pool is bigger. That’s just what I tell mom and dad”, he corrected.
“Oh”, Peter said quietly. “That still doesn’t explain why you’re here right now though. If the party’s over there.”
“I’m here, because when I’m at Rhodey’s, I don’t have a cute little brother with a perky ass on display”, he said shamelessly, letting Peter lower his leg as he dropped the sunscreen to the grass.
Slowly he brushed his fingertips along the bottom of his shorts, following the curve of his thighs and up slowly, just teasing him, not touching anything.
Peter rolled his eyes, “You’re so wrong”, he huffed out.
“Don’t act like you don’t want me”, Tony hummed out proudly to which Peter scoffed but chose not to reply.
They lay in comfortable silence for a moment, Tony still caressing over his thighs gently as they basked in the warmth of a sun beam poking through the leaves of the tree.
But the silence was short lived as after a moment Tony began to snicker quietly, the sound making Peter slowly open his eyes.
“What’s so funny?”, he asked, sounding almost defensive. There was no doubt that he was the butt of Tony’s current laughter.
“I can’t believe you were getting off to a sex scene in a book. A gay one nevertheles”, he laughed.
Peter whined quietly at his teasing, “It’s not my fault, you’ve been gone a whole ass year and other than Christmas I haven’t had you in ages. Plus Christmas was so far away”, he muttered.
“You seemed to be having fun on facetime”, Tony pointed out - a reference to their many facetime calls full of many rounds of mutual masturbation.
“It’s not the same as real life”, Peter whispered quietly, almost looking rather sad for a moment.
“What’s the matter?” Tony asked, tilting his head down to look over him concerned, wondering if he’d maybe pushed him a tad too far this time.
“Nothin-“, Peter said quietly, making a move to get up from the hammock and give Tony some time alone, but he was stopped by two strong arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him back against the others' chest.
“Tell me what’s wrong Peter, please baby, I need to know, or I can’t help”, Tony whispered against his ear, nuzzling his nose to his temple slowly.
Peter hesitated, as if embarrassed, his fingertips playing with the drawstrings of his shorts nervously.
“I don’t know what I was expecting when you came back. But you haven’t been paying any attention to me at all. You say we did the FaceTime calls, but they stopped after Easter break, and I couldn’t figure out why. I know you had exams but usually you like it when we do it during your exam period because you said it helps with the stress”, Peter mumbled out all at once.
“I didn't expect you to fuck me the first day back. I didn’t even want that, I just wanted your touch and your hugs and kisses. I missed you so much Tony. The first kiss you gave me in two weeks was today. In front of mom and dad too. I know you get a kick out of potentially being found out. And I could deal with you just wanting me for sex, but I’m scared you don’t even want that anymore. I feel like you’ve moved on, been with loads of people at college and found better..”
“Woah, hey now. I haven’t been with anyone but you sweetheart. I know I haven’t exactly been present these days. And I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was having so much of an effect on you”, he muttered softly, frowning a bit as he heard Peter sniffle.
“Baby”, he sighed out, “I thought.. that maybe you didn’t want that anymore. That it grossed you out, doing things with your perverted brother..”
“Don’t say that!” Peter quipped, titling his head to look back at Tony with a pouty expression.
“I love you, you know that”, Tony said softly. Sex or not. I want to be with you, and just you. I was just scared of being rejected”, he reassured.
Peter shook his head, “I love you too”, he hummed, rather confident and gentle in his statement.
“I’m glad”, Tony said, as he leaned forward to press a peck to Peter’s lips gently.
He watched as his younger brother smiled, glad that they’d cleared the air on that front. He took a quick glance over at their parents, before turning around to straddle Tony’s hips and lay over his chest like that.
Tony raised an eyebrow feeling the bulge brush against his stomach, laughing softly. “You’re still horny, huh?”, he asked.
“I’m always horny around you”, Peter said with a small shrug.
“Well let me help you out with that”, Tony proposed, though didn’t really ask as he rolled his hips up against Peter’s bulge slowly.
The boy let out a small gasp, eyes fluttering closed as he buried his head against Tony’s shoulder, “Please touch me”, he begged quietly, barely audible as he whined out.
“Impatient are we?” Tony asked, hands kneading at Peter’s ass slowly
“Please Tony”, he muttered, rocking his hips against the others slowly.
“Shush sweetheart. We can’t have them hearing you now”, he reminded, slipping his hand into his shorts to wrap around his cock.
As Peter didn’t reply, simply moaned wetly into his shoulder, at finally being touched,Tony continued.
“We can’t have them know what a dirty little whore their precious baby is. Wanting his older brother to jerk him off”, he hummed against his ear, voice quiet and rough as Peter bucked his hips into his fist in time with his long strokes.
“Oh fuck, Tony, please!”, he sobbed out, voice breathy as he attempted to stay quiet.
“Awe, is my baby brother close huh? Is he gonna make a little mess in his shorts like a dumb bitch. Rutting against me so sweetly honey”, he encouraged.
Peter garbled out nonsense, knowing full well he had to be quiet. At this point it wasn’t even Tony’s touch, his words alone were getting him closer and closer. He moaned slightly too loud, as Tony rubbed his thumb over his slit slowly, causing the elder to tilt Peter’s head into his neck, and move to give him his free fingers to suckle on, and muffle his sounds, which Peter eagerly took.
“Later I’m gonna fill you up so good baby. Gonna fuck you so hard you’re sobbing”, he whispered.
“Ah, fuck Tony. I’m gonna come”, he choked in a quiet moan around his fingers.
“Go on then sweetheart, come for your older brother”, he whispered darkly.
Peter spilled over Tony’s fingers a moment later, his hips staggering to a halt as he let out a choked moan against Tony’s neck. He was panting quietly, as Tony lifted his hand from his pants and moved it up to his lips to lick it off.
“Feel better now?”, he asked playfully in between his sucking, to which Peter groaned, looking over at him with a half hearted glare.
“You wait till later, I’m gonna ride you so good you’re seeing stars”, Peter muttered confidently.
Tony chuckled at the proposal, “Oh really? Bold words for someone that came within two minutes. How bout we claim some dehydration and go inside and test that out?”, he asked, to which Peter smirked.
“Sounds like a plan”, he hummed excitedly, quickly moving to scramble off the hammock, Tony not far behind.
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possibly-starker · 4 years
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Money. [Starker]
⚠️: dad/son
“You’re fucking grounded, Peter.” Tony cursed as he put his hands on his hips. Peter looked unamused, to say the least, “I cannot believe you tried to hack into my company, my life’s work because you were ‘bored’, that just doesn’t make sense.”
Peter looked up at his dad and sighed, “You’re right. I’m sorry. I was in the wrong, dad.” Tony nodded his head firmly, “Good, that’s good. Admitting you’re wrong is the first step to-”
“Can Ned and I go to the mall? They’re having a sale at that store that sells those super yummy smelling candles.” Tony blinked, once, twice, cocking his head to the side, “Excuse me? What happened to us making progress?” Peter blinked, once, twice, before smiling, “We did! I said I was wrong, and you said it was good that I admitted I was wrong! Progress made!”
Tony had raised a brat. Without question, he had raised a spoiled brat. Everybody told him, ‘Tony if you just keep giving Peter what he wants he’s just going to ask for more.’ Tony shooed then away, and continued to buy Peter luxury cars and luxury clothes. Things his peers could only dream of having.
“Spoiled fuck.” Tony spat, and Peter giggled, “You’re not s’posed to curse around m-”
“You’re going to work for what you want. I’m cutting you off. The only thing you’re getting out of me is food so you don’t drop dead.” Tony crossed his arms and he stood firm in front of his son. “Get a job, Peter. Grow up, I’m not going to support you if you’re going to be blatantly disrespectful.”
It hit Peter like a train. Scratch that, several trains. Several trains traveling at light speed, all hitting Peter at once. He blinked, once, twice, three times.
“What?” Peter managed. “Get. A. Job.” Tony repeated, scowling, “I’m fine with being your personal piggy bank, but I’m not fine with spoiling you, which I’ve clearly done. No more high-end manicures or makeup, no more expensive clothes, none of it. Not until you prove to me that you’re in touch with reality again.”
Peter thought for a second, fear in his heart, before the fear lifted and he grinned up at his dad, “Okay, dad! I can just be your coffee runner again! Like when I was 12! Remember, dad? I used to go out and buy your coffee- I still remember how you like it!” Peter had found a loophole, he’d get his dad’s coffee every morning and afternoon, and just come back to the penthouse to watch T.V. or eat strawberry ice-cream.
“No.” Tony shook his head, “That’s not a job, honey,” he pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling, “That’s called being an intern, and Stark Industries already has one- his name’s Harley. He doesn’t even get paid for what he does.” Peter was pouting, glossy pink lips frowning.
“Well then what do you want me to do?”
“Get a job, Peter. I can help you, if you’d like. Maybe you can get one at that makeup store you go to.”
“I don’t want a job!”
“Well I guess you’re fine with making-do with what you have, then. Such a shame, since the Alexander Mcqueen fall collection is coming out soon, you won’t be able to afford it.”
Peter kicked his legs like a child, and slammed his fists on his thighs, “Don’t wanna job! Don’t wanna work! Want money! I’m not gonna get a job!” he screamed, messy tears ruining his mascara and blush.
“Not with that attitude you’re not.”
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It had been a week since Peter’s dad cut him off from the Stark fortune, and Peter was desperate, needy. Peter had to play dirty.
Playing dirty meaning baking a cake, one of the few things Peter could do for himself. It was a cherry-cheesecake, decorated with candied violets and red M&Ms, Tony’s favorite. Peter had written ‘I’m sorry’ in fancy swirly letters with a piping bag on it. This was sure to do the trick.
Trotting into Tony’s lab, Peter held the cake in his hands, looking around for his father.
Tony was sat at his desk, filling out forms. “Hey, Pete.” he said cooly as Tony spotted his son. Peter beamed as he hopped over, placing the cake in front of Tony and on top of some very important papers.
“My way of saying I’m sorry. Throwing a tantrum like a baby was so uncool.” Tony smiled, Peter had used this trick several times in the past. “S’not poisoned, is it? Don’t really trust you, Petey-baby.” Peter looked offended, “Poision? Please, if I wanted to kill you I’d just wait till you fell asleep, take the sharp end of a Louboutin to your head.” Tony smirked, picking an M&M off the cake and popping it into his mouth, “How thoughtful, baby, but it doesn’t change the fact that you still need to get a job. I’m not budging just because you followed the instructions on a Betty Crocker box.”
Peter scowled, picking up the cake, “It was a Martha Stewart recipe, asshole.” the teen spat as he spun on his heel, and walked out, fuming.
Tony laughed to himself as he continued to fill out forms.
Peter dumped the cake into the garbage disposal.
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It had now been three weeks, 2 days, 6 hours and 12 minutes since Tony had cut his baby off from the family fortune. Tony had forced Peter’s hand, he didn’t want it to come to this.
Ruby red lips and perfect eyeliner, lacy white panties and a sinfully sheer pink nightgown with a pink fluffy hem. Peter was irresistible.
This wasn’t the first time Peter had tried seducing his dad, and he had actually succeeded once or twice, but those were in a different context. Sexual frustration, pure bordom, testing the limits of taboo, you name it. Peter had never used sex as a way to get money from his father, but there’s always a first time for everything.
The brunette strolled into his dad’s room, not even bothering to knock- what’s the worst that would happen- he would walk upon his dad naked? Been there, blown that.
Tony layed in bed, wearing a graphic T-shirt and sweatpants with a pizza grease stain near the pockets. Not exactly sexy, but Peter could work with that.
“Kiddo.” Tony greeted upon seeing his son. He wasn’t even phased.
“Daddy, I’m sorry. This time, it’s for real, I’ve been so, so bad to you. I need to be punished, I think.” Peter practically moaned as he climbed onto the luxurious bed and on top of his father, “You’re right, I’m nothing but a spoiled little brat, and I need to be taught a lesson.” Peter whispered into Tony’s ear.
Tony laughed as he groped his son’s perfect perky ass, “What are you now? A prostitute? Thought I raised you better.” Tony landed a hard slap on Peter’s ass, earning a whimper from the boy. “Not getting one fucking cent from me, you whore, but since you’re already here...”
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Peter left his dad’s room with enough hickies to last him a lifetime, a sore ass and an empty wallet. He was truly at an end.
-
The elevator opened it’s doors to the penthouse, and Tony was greeted with a dark and empty living room. It was 8 pm on a Friday night, so Peter had no reason to be sleeping.
“Peter?” Tony called, looking around the living room, “Peter?” he called again, this time a little louder. A small hiccup was what Tony earned.
“Peter? Baby? I’m not in the mood to play hide-and-seek.” Another hiccup, Tony followed it to Peter’s room. “Peter?” Tony called, softly as he rested his hand on the door, “Are you crying, baby?”
“M’not cryin’. Go away.” Peter’s voice was hoarse, of course he had been crying. Tony frowned softly, “Bambino, open up, let daddy in.” There was a pause.
“No, wanna be alone. Want daddy to go away.” Peter whimpered, followed by a series of sniffles. Tony felt horrible. “Honey, let me in, I want to talk.” The was silence.
“Maybe,” Tony cursed inside of his head, “Maybe we can renegotiate your punishment, puppy, but you gotta let me in.” Tony was stupid, but he loved his son more than he loved money, and hearing him cry was too much.
There was another beat of silence, and Tony thought that Peter wouldn’t budge, but he heard the handle jiggling and the door was suddenly wide open.
Peter was wearing one of Tony’s M.I.T shirts, too big for him, making him look adorable. His eyes were red and puffy, his cheeks tear-stained and it made Tony’s heart hurt.
“Puppy,” Tony cooed, taking his son’s head and pushing it into his chest, pressing a soft kiss on the top of Peter’s head, “I didn’t mean to make you cry, just wanted to teach you a life lesson.” Peter mumbled something into his dad’s $6k suit as he hugged back. Tony rested his cheek on his baby’s soft curls.
“How about you get an allowance? That way you’ll know how to save and spend money, but you still get to go shopping for pretty skirts and makeup.” Peter nodded into his dad’s chest.
“Good boy, look at me.” Peter did, he pulled away, just a bit, so he could look into his daddy’s eyes, a sincere smile playing on his lips.
“How much, daddy?” Peter breathed. Tony thought for a second, maybe two, “$6k a month, no more, no less.” Peter beamed, pressing a kiss to his dad’s lips.
“Love you, daddy!”
“Love you most.”
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starker-trash · 4 years
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If you're on A03, catch me with my user sulphuriccherry, you can message me here with ideas or suggestions.
If anyone wants help writing fics or coming up with plot lines for your ideas etc, my inbox is always open to help!!
Starker / starkercest only tbh, nothing else really interests me right now.
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starkern · 4 years
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i'm thinking about writing today! 🤔 i've never written anything for this fandom before but does anyone have any requests/prompts? (i'll write pretty much anything regardless of how tame/nasty it is)
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captshipper · 4 months
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do-nut november '23: day 03. extreme insertion
alpha/top!Peter x alpha/bottom!Tony | starkercest
tw: explicit noncon
Peter has always been a good boy, a great son, it's easy when your father is fucking Iron Man. It's easy when your father is your hero. It's easy when the way he says he's proud of you makes you feel warm and soft inside.
But he's not a good alpha.
He presented at fourteen, like Tony before him and Howard and so on and so forth. He was hit with hormones and hit with sexual attraction. Peter was a little confused by why he was attracted to fellow alphas, Tony gave him the talk, it's fine, it's normal, he said with a nice smile and lips that Peter wanted around his cock, I'll love you anyways. The warm hug almost gave Peter a boner.
He wasn't sure for a few months, before his first rut and he spent all of it fucking into a fleshlight imagining it was his father's ass.
Peter, somehow, wasn't ashamed by how many times he jerked off thinking about his father of all people. Spilling his cum all over himself thinking of Tony sucking him, riding him, taking him like a good slut.
(Peter heard stories.
Saw forbidden videos.
He didn't need his imagination to know how good Tony looked taking cock.)
Self-control becomes a lot harder after he's bitten.
"Kid?" Tony frowns at him, Peter's all hot and bothered and his rut was about to hit. "What are-"
In a second, Tony is pinned to the wall, face against it and already bruising. Peter covered his mouth with one of his hands, trying his best to not break his jaw or his teeth. The older man made the sweetest little noises, fighting him. Peter was shorter than him, still, but he was much stronger. Tony's almost a little too easy to manhandle and Peter's inner alpha purr in satisfaction.
He doesn't waste time in tearing Tony's pants and boxers with one hand, pulling like an animal that needed to fuck, needed to breed. With what's left of the boxers, he gags Tony by pushing the fabric into his mouth. Peter takes off his belt and binds Tony's wrists with a makeshift handcuff.
Tony groans, growls, fights his hands and only gets more bruises across his body.
Peter doesn't care enough for prep, his cock hurts, his balls aches, he needs a warm, tight hole around him. With one brutal thrust, he bottoms out. Skin tears under his intrusion, blood streaks his pale, eight inches of cock as thick as his wrist.
"Take my cock, Daddy," Tony's sobbing and it's the most beautiful sound he has ever heard.
He sets a brutal pace from the get-go. The noises are filthy, he breathes hard and the scent of distress and unwanted arousal makes his hips move even faster. He holds back just enough to not shatter Tony's bones.
His knot catches in a ridiculously short amount of time.
Peter bites his shoulder, not a mating bond, but definitely marking, as his knot inflates fully and he pushes into Tony. Alphas aren't built to take knots, he feels blood coating his cock and the warm thickness is too delicious... it should be, Peter knows he's along salvation now.
He cums, deep and generously.
Tony's all his now.
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buckybeardreams · 2 years
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Father/Son Incest, Codependency, Daddy Kink, Age Play, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, Teen Peter Parker, Protective Tony Stark, Wet Dream, Coming In Pants Summary:
Peter’s ready to grow up, but Tony’s still clinging to his baby.
Words: 2,183
"Dad, I can't keep doing this! We've been vacationing in Prague for almost three months, and before that, it was Italy, and before that, it was Montreal. You promised I could go to a real school this year! But now the school year's over, and I'm sick of it!"
"Hey, hey, Petey, calm down, baby—"
"No! I'm sick of being dragged around wherever you go like I'm a baby and you can't let me out of your sight! I'm fifteen now!"
Tony groaned, snagging Peter's wrist when he tried to storm off.
"I know how old you are, Peter, but I'm not ready to lose you yet, don't you get that? I can't lose you."
"You're not gonna lose me," Peter pleaded. "But please let me be a normal kid for once."
Tony swallowed hard, tears pricking at his eyes, but nodded.
"Okay, yeah, we'll finish things up here and get settled somewhere before the new school year starts, okay?"
"And we'll stay there? The whole year?"
Tony tugged Peter close, wrapping his arms around him and holding his little boy close.
"Yeah, baby boy, we'll stay. Whatever you want."
"I just want to be normal."
Tony sighed.
"You're never gonna be normal, baby. You're a Stark."
Peter pouted, clutching at his dad's jacket and burying his face in his chest.
"Maybe I don't wanna be."
Tony's heart ached, and he shut his eyes to try and block out the feelings rushing through him. It hurt to let Peter grow up, hurt to think about letting him go. Tony was so attached, maybe a little too attached, but it had always been just them.
Tony paid a lot of money for a surrogate to give him Peter, and he had never known a love so intense until he held his child in his arms. Tony had always been overprotective of Peter growing up, possessive even. He didn't like other people touching his baby, just wanted to shelter him from the rest of the world.
Peter was so used to being held close, to being in his dad's arms, that he didn't bat an eye when Tony scooped him up and settled them on the bed. Peter just sprawled out on top of him, content to just be kept close.
As much as Peter was demanding freedom, he didn't really want anything to change. Not really. He just wanted to be a little more independent, that's all. He still wanted to be his dad's baby. He still wanted to sleep in his bed and curl up in his lap. He just didn't want to be denied the high school experience that other kids got.
He didn't even know if he'd like it. Maybe he'd hate it and come running back home and never wanna leave his dad's side again. But maybe he'd make friends for the first time in his life.
Peter really wanted to make friends.
He read books all the time, and the main character always had a best friend and a love interest, but Peter had never had either. He wanted a social life, wanted to date and have his first kiss, maybe even have sex.
Peter wasn't a stranger to orgasms, well acquainted with his right hand, but he wanted to be touched. He wanted to be loved by someone that wasn't his dad because his dad didn't give him what he so badly wanted.
His dad never touched him, not really. He never stopped Peter from touching himself, never discouraged him, even helped in a way, held him and murmured soft words while he got off, but it wasn't enough. Peter was fifteen going on sixteen, and he needed more.
His dad still thought he was a little boy, a baby, but he wasn't. He was growing up, and he wanted to do grown-up things. He hadn't worked up the courage to ask for that, but his daddy rarely denied him what he wanted, so he was pretty sure he'd get away if he could just find it in him to ask.
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Tony woke up with a grunt to his baby boy rubbing off so sweetly on him, and he cursed under his breath, holding him close and kissing his head. Peter was still asleep, his hips rocking, dragging his covered cock against his dad's abs. Tony wished so badly that he had stripped down to his boxers like he usually did, but he hadn't wanted to let Peter go after their fight, not even for a moment.
He didn't regret holding his baby close, could never regret that, but he did regret not being able to feel his smooth skin on his. He made up for it by slipping his hands under Peter's shirt, feeling the dip in his back, the sheen of sweat pooling there. He trailed his fingers up his spine to rest between his shoulder blades.
Peter shuddered and whimpered, being dragged back to consciousness as the feeling in his tummy built.
"D–Daddy!" Peter cried out.
Tony's hand slipped down to the curve of his ass, encouraging Peter to keep rocking through his orgasm, a wet spot forming on his pants.
"Shh, you're okay, baby boy. Daddy's right here," Tony murmured. "I've gotcha. You're doing so good for me, Petey, just a little more."
"T–Too much, Daddy," Peter sobbed, tears running down his cheeks and his cheek rubbing against Tony's chest.
"Aw, baby, I know it's a lot. It's a lot to wake up like that, isn't it? Little confusing? Maybe overwhelming, too, huh?"
Peter nodded, peering up at Tony with a wobbling lower lip.
"S'lot, Daddy!"
"Aw, my poor baby. Shh, let Daddy help."
Tony rolled them over, carefully cradling Peter in his arms and slowly lowering him onto the mattress so he wouldn't just flop onto the bed. Tony was always so gentle with his little boy.
Peter sniffled, clutching at his jacket, and Tony peppered kisses all over his face.
"It's okay, Petey. Daddy's right here," Tony promised. "Why don't we get you out of these messy clothes and into something cozy, hm?"
"Wanna bubble bath."
Tony chuckled, kissing his forehead.
"Course you do, my spoiled little brat," Tony teased affectionately. "Alright, then, princess. C'mon, Daddy'll run the bath for you."
"Carry me?"
Tony nuzzled up against him before rolling off of him and tugging Peter up to his feet.
"Yeah, baby, I'll carry you."
Peter was small for his age, and Tony was strong from working on cars, so carrying Peter around wasn't too much of a hassle. It did hurt his back when he did it too long, but Tony wouldn't trade it for the world. He knew it was only a matter of time before Peter started to pull away from him. He could already see the signs, could hear Peter's cries to grow up, and Tony was terrified of it.
So he was grateful to scoop him up, relieved that his baby still clung to him. Peter pouted when Tony set him down on the counter, and Tony cooed at him.
"Stay right here, baby. Daddy's just gotta fill up the tub."
As soon as the tub was plugged and the water was running, Tony started to undress, stepping closer so Peter could cling to him while he did it. It was reminiscent of the girls that used to wrap around him while he tried to strip down, except Peter wasn't trying to shove his tongue down his throat.
What Tony wouldn't give for his little boy to kiss him, lick into his mouth, and make those pretty little sounds for him. Peter didn't. He just buried his nose in his dad's neck, but he did make the most tempting little whimpery whines right in his ear, and Tony was so fucking hard for it.
He'd been hard since before his eyes opened, but that was no shock there. Sleeping next to his baby, who was definitely more young man than little boy, was driving him crazy in the most delicious way.
Peter had never known anything else, so he didn't think it was strange when his dad undressed him, didn't think it was creepy when their naked bodies pressed up together. He was used to feeling his dad hard under him. It had been happening a lot in the past year since Peter became sexually active. Which basically just meant masturbating and the occasional wet dream in his dad's arms.
Peter let his eyes flutter shut, trusting his dad to take care of him, washing his soft cock and balls carefully with a washcloth to ensure he was squeaky clean, but never actually lingering unnecessarily. Tony regretted that the bubbles kept him from being able to see his baby boy, but Peter liked bubbles, and Tony would do anything to make his baby happy.
Even when his baby was sleepy and his eyes were closed, and he wasn't even really awake enough to enjoy the bubbles.
Tony would love to get off with Peter pressed up close, but he didn't. Of all the inappropriate things he did to his son, Tony had never gotten off in front of him, not even while Peter was sleeping. Tony knew he couldn't because his self-restraint would only stretch so far. If he gave in, in that way, if he did something like that with Peter in the room, he just knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself from touching, and he just couldn't do that, not to his precious baby boy.
And Peter, no matter how old he got, would always be Tony's baby boy. Sure, Tony had started to see his son differently now that Peter wasn't a little boy, but he didn't treat him all that differently. Holding him through wet dreams might be a newer occurrence, but sleeping and bathing together, being attached at the hip and helicopter parenting were nothing new.
Peter fussed when Tony jostled him awake to get out of the tub, whining when he was set on his feet. Tony just cooed at his baby, wrapping him up in a fluffy towel and scooping him back up. He didn't even care that he was still wet, dripping water across the floor on the way back to bed. The floor, the bed, neither mattered to Tony, because his only concern was for Peter.
The wet sheets didn't bother Peter because he was seated in Tony's lap, with a pout on his lips and the towel puddling around his waist.
"What's the pout about, baby boy?" Tony asked, rubbing his thigh.
"I'm not a baby anymore, Dad. You know that, right?"
Tony raised a brow.
"I'm aware, Petey, but you'll always be my baby."
Peter groaned, pushing away to glare at him but immediately deciding he didn't like the distance and pressing in close again. Peter buried his nose in Tony's neck, and Tony rested his chin on his head, tugging the towel back into place and draping it over Peter's back to keep him warm.
"I know that, Daddy, but I want to do grown-up things," Peter complained.
"Grown-up things?"  Tony said incredulously. "Baby, you are not an adult. If this is about being left at home alone, you can stop now because my answer hasn't changed. I travel the globe, Peter, and I will never be okay with you being across a fucking ocean from me."
Peter rolled his eyes.
"I don't wanna ever be that far away from you, but that's not what this is about." Peter pushed away again, just enough to raise his head and meet his dad's eyes. "I know you like me."
"Like you?  Baby boy, I don't just like you; I love you."
"Yeah, I know, but you also like like me," Peter insisted.
Tony snorted.
"Oh, do I now? What are we in middle school? I thought you were all grown up?" Tony teased.
"Dad! I'm being serious!"
"Okay, okay," Tony conceded, wrapping his arms around Peter's waist. "So I like like you, and you want to do grown-up things? What are you suggesting, baby? You want Daddy to touch you?"
Peter blushed, squirming.
"Please?"
Tony groaned, squeezing him and burying his nose in damp curls.
"Fuck, baby, you're gonna be the death of me."
Peter giggled.
"Kiss me," Peter demanded.
Tony lifted his head, staring at Peter for a long moment, trying to figure out if this was real or just one of his many recurring dreams that involved his son.
"Daddy!" Peter whined when he wasn't immediately given what he wanted.
Tony licked his lips, tilting his chin up and pressing their lips together, keeping the kiss soft and sweet.
Peter was bright red when he pulled back, his cheeks burning, and he buried his face right back in Tony's neck.
"Love you, Daddy," Peter mumbled.
Tony cradled the back of his head, his fingers sinking into his curls, a small smile on his lips because, fuck, his kid was just the cutest fucking thing.
"Love you, Petey."
Peter smiled to himself, thinking that maybe he didn't need anyone else after all.
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starkercestevent · 4 years
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Dates & Rules
Dates to remember
Sign up open: 15 June
Cards handed out: 1 - 2 weeks after you sign up
End of event: 31 August
Rules
1. You must be over 18yo to participate! 2. Fill requirements:
We accept any type of fill (fanfiction, fanart, moodboard, craft ec). 
One fill per square (unless you are writing a multichapter fanfiction, in that case it can be one chapter per square).
3. Minimum requirements:
The goal is to get more starkercest content, so create just as much as you want to!
4. Other pairings are allowed in this event, but starker must be the main focus.
5. This is a starkercest event, so Tony and Peter must be related (Step-dad/step son is allowed in this event as well).
6. Your fill must be tagged with: #starkercestbingo2020.
7. No kink shaming/artist bashing.
8. Please tag your fills properly, include all triggers and warnings!
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buckybeardreams · 2 years
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker Additional Tags: Father/Son Incest, Teen Peter Parker, Slut Peter Parker, angst & hurt/comfort, Insecurities, Guilt, Dubious Consent, Rough Sex, Angry Sex, Spit As Lube, Anal Sex, Virgin Peter Parker, First Time Bottoming, Service Top, Top Tony Stark, Bottom Peter Parker, sadomasochist Tony Stark - Freeform, Daddy Kink, Emotional Porn, Come Marking, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Summary:
When Tony told his son he could sleep in his room, he didn't expect to come home and find him watching porn in his bed.
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Tony expected to find his son curled up in his bed, expected to find him sleeping with curls a mess while drooling on his pillow. He was definitely not expecting to walk in on his son watching porn.
Tony heard the moans before he entered the room, frowning, but it still hadn't crossed his mind what Peter was doing. His first thought was that he must be watching a movie with a racy scene in it—it wasn't that far off from the truth.
Peter squeaked when the door opened, his hand wrapped around his cocklet and his eyes wide with surprise.
"D–Daddy!"
Tony stared at him for a long moment, taking in the messy curls on his head that definitely weren't from sleep, his lean body on display, and his hand dwarfing his tiny little prick. It had been years since he'd seen his son naked, and certainly never in this context.
"Peter…" Tony said, his eyes shifting to the porn still playing on the TV.
Peter cursed, unfreezing and scrambling for the remote.
Tony had already seen it, though. The twink getting railed and moaning out Daddy.
"Dad, I can explain—"
Tony put a hand up to stop him.
"Okay, when I said you could use my TV sometimes, let's just be clear that this is not what I meant."
"I know, but I thought you'd be working later!"
Tony groaned, shaking his head in exasperation because that wasn't the point.
Sure, his kid was fourteen, so the fact that he was masturbating wasn't a surprise. Tony washed his bedding. He was well aware what his son got up to at night but in his bed? Why the hell would Peter come to his bed to jerk off to—to—
Nope, Tony didn't even want to go there.
He needed to get Peter out of his room. Now.
"Jesus Christ, Peter! Go put some clothes on and go to bed!"
Peter pouted.
"But you said I could sleep in your bed tonight!" Peter whined.
"Yeah, well, I didn't say you could jerk off in my bed!" Tony snapped. "Out!"
Peter's lip trembled, and he slipped out of bed.
"Okay, fine," Peter grumbled, sulking as he left.
Tony sighed a breath of relief when he was gone.
He might have snuck a look at Peter's little ass, round and perky. 
He wasn't proud of how hard he was right now, but he just needed to jerk off and then forget any of this ever happened. He clearly needed to get laid.
Tony started to undress, tugging at his tie and loosening it. His mind was racing, his hands moving automatically while his thoughts got away from him, thoughts of his little boy that were anything but innocent.
Tony cursed when there was a knock at the door, tugging it open.
"What?" He snapped.
Okay, so he was definitely experiencing some frustration.
Peter's eyes widened at the short response, taking a step back.
"S–Sorry—" Peter squeaked, his eyes catching on his dad's body, nothing but a thin pair of fabric blocking his view.
Tony frowned, looking down at himself and realizing that he was only wearing underwear and he was definitely hard.
"Fuck, what do you need, kid?"
Peter's eyes snapped up to his dad's, his cheeks red but his eyes dark.
"I—I wanted to ask if I could sleep in your bed now," Peter said in a small voice, pleading. "I'm wearing jammies."
Tony wasn't sure what did it, the look on his boy's face, the soft pleading tone, or the use of the word jammies that was just so damn innocent—and those jammies definitely made Peter look younger than he really was—but Tony found himself stepping aside and letting Peter enter.
Peter grinned, a skip in his step as he bounced over to the bed and wriggled his way under the covers.
"Are you coming to bed, Daddy?" Peter said in that sweet little voice.
Tony shook his head to clear it, shutting the door.
"Yeah, I—uh, yeah, I'm coming to bed, baby."
Tony wanted to excuse himself to the bathroom to get off, but he couldn't jerk off with his kid on the other side of the wall. That was just… wrong. Especially given the fact that he was pretty sure he'd be jerking off thinking about his kid in those damn jammies, and that was really fucking wrong.
He'd never looked at Peter and wanted to fuck him before—and he'd certainly never looked at his little boy in a pair of jammies that made him look like he was ten and wanted to bend him over and rail him—but here they were.
Tony definitely wanted to fuck his little boy.
He was so going to hell.
Tony slipped under the covers, laying on his back and keeping a good distance from Peter, willing his boner to go down.
They laid there in silence for a good ten minutes before Peter huffed, sitting up and pouting at his daddy.
"You always cuddle with me!" Peter whined, an accusing glare directed toward his dad.
"Yeah, well, you're not usually jerking off to some slut moaning out Daddy," Tony snapped.
Peter's bottom lip trembled, and Tony sighed, scrubbing his hand over his face in frustration.
"Fuck, okay, c'mere," Tony relented, pulling Peter into his side.
Peter beamed at him before ducking his head and resting it on his chest. His dad was firm and solid under him, secure. Peter always felt safe in his arms. He was content to just curl into his side, and Tony told himself that it was fine.
It was fine until it wasn't.
Peter fell asleep, and Tony laid awake, staring up at the ceiling and feeling like an awful person for the way his cock was throbbing in his boxers like it expected more. It expected to squeeze inside of that tiny booty that Tony was resting his hand on.
His hand hadn't started on his kid's ass, but Peter kept wriggling, and now here they were, Tony's hand cupping a sweet little cheek. It wasn't really Peter's fault, though; Tony knew that. The boy was asleep, but Tony was awake and fully grown and perfectly aware that he should move his fucking hand. 
He didn't, though. Instead, he kept it right where it was, even going as far as to give a nice little squeeze and rub at the soft material of Peter's jammies.
And then Peter shifted, his leg hiking up over Tony's thigh, and shit—his knee was pressed right into Tony's hard-on.
Tony groaned, his free hand coming up to grip Peter's thigh, presumably to push his leg away, but then Peter squirmed, and Tony's hips jerked up, rubbing his hard member against his baby's knee.
"Oh fuck, shit," Tony cursed, scrambling away from Peter like he had a fire under his ass.
It was probably hell's fire reaching up for him in eager anticipation.
Peter pouted when he was startled awake.
"Daddy—What—" Peter started, squeaking when Tony dragged him out of bed, making the sleepy boy stumble over his feet clumsily.
"You gotta go, kid."
Peter's eyes were wide and confused.
"What? Why?" Peter asked, disoriented. "Daddy?"
Tony swallowed hard at his puzzled expression.
"I can't—We can't, Petey—" Tony pleaded with him to just leave, to save him from himself.
Peter still looked confused, his eyes flitting over to the bed, and then something fell over his features that Tony didn't like at all. Understanding, anticipation, hope.
Peter rested his hands on Tony's chest, peering up at him sweetly.
"It's okay, Daddy. I'm not mad."
"What?"
"Whatever happened, it's okay. I want you to touch me, Daddy."
"Jesus Christ, kid, don't say that. You don't mean that."
"Yes, I do!" Peter insisted.
"You do not want me, Peter. I'm almost fifty, kid, and you're fourteen—"
"I'm almost fifteen!" Peter objected like that made some great difference.
"Oh great! So there's only a 34 year age gap! That's so much better," Tony snarked.
Peter frowned.
"You're being mean."
"I'm being realistic."
"It's fine if you don't want me, just tell me you're not interested, and I'll back off, but don't try and tell me what I want. Don't try and convince me that I don't want you."
"Well, someone needs to talk some sense into you!"
"Fine! If you get to try and convince me not to want you, then I get to try and convince you that you should want me!"
"That is not how this works—" Tony objected, but Peter ignored him.
"I'd be so good for you, Daddy. I'd let you do whatever you want to do to me. You could have me any way you want me. My ass, my mouth, whatever you want, and I'd make you feel so good."
Tony made a choked-off sound when Peter's hand gripped him through his boxers.
"Peter, stop—"
"And look at that, you're already hard for me," Peter teased, smirking.
Tony grabbed his wrist, shoving Peter up against the wall in a flash of rage because this fucking brat!
Peter gasped, his head smacking into the wall.
"Stop!" Tony snarled.
Peter's eyes swirled with fear at the look in his dad's eyes. He'd never seen his dad look like this, look feral.
"D–Daddy!" Peter cried out when Tony's hand squeezed his wrist harder. "Stop! You're hurting me!"
"Isn't this what you wanted?" Tony sneered. "You want to play with the big boys. You gotta be able to play rough, kid. You want to be a slut and go around telling grown men they can have you any way they want, then you better fucking mean it."
Peter's eyes widened, and it dawned on him that his dad was right. 
He did say that. He did want that. 
He wanted his dad however his dad wanted him.
He didn't really want to be hurt, but he'd endure it if that's what his dad wanted from him. Peter had promised to be good, so he forced himself to relax, nodding.
"Okay, I'm sorry. You can hurt me if you want to, Daddy."
Tony paused, not expecting that. He was trying to scare Peter off, not gain his submission, but now that he had it, those eyes shining up at him with such trust and vulnerability in them, Tony didn't know what to do with it.
"You want me to hurt you?" Tony asked in disbelief, his grip on Peter's wrist loosening.
Peter bit his lip, nodding.
"I want to give you whatever you want, Daddy."
Tony's jaw clenched, a rush of anger rushing through him that had less to do with his son and more to do with his reaction to hearing him say something like that, seeing him look at him like he'd honestly give him anything he wanted.
"Fine, you want this so fucking badly, then you can have it," Tony snapped, spinning Peter around and shoving him back up against the wall.
Peter's hands managed to shoot out and brace himself before his teeth smacked into the plaster. Tony tugged down his pyjama pants, exposing his tiny little bubble butt. Fueled by his misdirected rage, he pulled his own cock out, much too large to fit inside his little boy's ass without hurting. Well, not without prep that Tony wasn't thinking clearly enough to consider.
"If you're gonna be a fucking whore, then you can take it like a fucking whore," Tony hissed in his ear. "You gonna be a good little bitch and take it, baby boy? You gonna let Daddy breed you up like a good fucking bitch?"
Peter sucked in a shaky breath, nodding.
"Yes, Daddy," He said in a trembling voice.
Tony spread his plump little cheeks and spat on his hole. 
Peter flinched, whimpering at the feeling. 
This was not the way he pictured his first time going, but he wasn't about to say no, not when he was finally getting what he wanted.
If he stopped his dad now, he might never get his cock again.
Tony stroked himself a few times roughly before lining himself up with that tight little ass.
If Tony had known his son was a virgin, he'd like to think he wouldn't have just slammed inside. Hell, if he was thinking rationally, he'd like to think he wouldn't be fucking his fourteen-year-old at all.
"Is this what you wanted?" Tony snapped as he forced himself inside the too-tight hole. "Huh? You wanna be treated like a whore, boy?"
There were tears in Peter's eyes, and he gritted his teeth against the assault, his poor hole being stretched to the breaking point, but he still nodded.
"I want you, Daddy," Peter insisted. "I want whatever you want to give me."
He did want this, he just didn't want it like this. He didn't want his dad to be angry at him or disgusted by him; right now, it felt a lot like he was being hatefucked.
Tony grunted, snapping his hips forward and burying his nose in Peter's curls as he bottomed out.
Peter let out a sob, and Tony cursed, the red in his eyes vanishing as he registered his little boy's distress. He pulled out and stumbled back a few steps, groaning and grabbing at his hair as guilt washed over him.
"What the fuck am I doing?"
Peter bit his lip, turning around, his back pressed up against the wall. His hole was throbbing from being entered too quickly, but worse than that was the ache in his chest.
"Daddy?"
Tony looked guilty, ashamed, and Peter hated that.
"I'm so sorry, Petey. I don't know what's wrong with me."
"Nothing, Daddy! There's nothing wrong with you!"
"Peter…"
"I need you!"
Tony swallowed hard, looking away before nodding and tugging Peter into his arms.
"Yeah, okay, c'mere, baby. Daddy's gotcha."
Tony rested his chin on Peter's head, trying to fight back his feelings of disgust. 
He wasn't disgusted by Peter. He was disgusted by himself. Peter was just a little boy; whatever confused feelings he had weren't his fault. Tony was the adult here. He should know better. He does know better, so why the hell does he still want to bury his cock in his kid's ass.
"Will you please finish, Daddy? I want to keep going."
"Peter, no—We can't—We shouldn't—"
"But Daddy please!"
Tony felt conflicted. 
He knew it was wrong, but fuck, he really wanted to, and Peter was saying yes, he was consenting, so why was it so wrong to touch him? Peter was old enough to make his own decisions, and it's not like Tony was trying to manipulate him or anything. If anything, Peter was the one forcing himself on his dad, so why was it Tony who had to be the responsible one and hold back?
Tony somehow managed to talk himself in a circle and then settle on it wasn't his fucking fault his kid had such a nice ass, so he nodded, settling up against the headboard.
"Yeah, okay, c'mere, baby."
Peter was quick to join him, crawling onto the bed and looking like an eager puppy awaiting a command from his owner.
Tony sighed and pulled Peter into his lap, kissing him softly. He grabbed lube from out of his side table because why the fuck would he just slam into his kid dry? Why the hell had he done that?
Tony did do shit like that, but Tony liked it rough and his partners always liked that, too. He shouldn't have treated Peter like that, not his baby, his perfect little angel. He deserved to be treated well.
So Tony slicked himself up, using lubed fingers to stretch Peter out before lining himself up and slowly guiding Peter down onto his cock. Peter grimaced at the stretch of his sore hole but told Tony to keep going when he tried to stop. It was a lot easier now with the lube, but his hole was still sore, and even with prep, he wasn't used to accommodating anything more than a finger or two.
"Don't stop, Daddy, please. I want to, I promise."
It was slow and sweet, Tony guiding Peter as he rolled his hips but letting his boy take it at his own pace. Lips locking, skin glistening with sweat, curls sticking to their foreheads, all accompanied by Peter's sweet little sounds and Tony's soft groans and curses.
It was so drastically different from how this had started, and it was perfect. This was exactly what Peter wanted, and this was what Tony wanted to give him, what his little boy deserved.
"That feel good, baby?"
Peter nodded, whimpering.
Tony had one hand squeezing at his soft thigh and one groping at a round little ass, encouraging him to roll his hips, and it was fucking perfect.
Peter gasped, letting out a lewd moan, all high and feminine, and Tony groaned, the hand on his ass slipping up over the curve of his back, up over sweaty skin to grip at sweaty hair and coax him in for a kiss.
"D–Daddy," Peter sobbed when Tony's callused fingers wrapped around his little length, stroking him off nice and slow, his thumb rubbing over his slit, providing just enough stimulation to push him to the edge. "M'gonna—"
"Yeah? Come for me, baby, give it to Daddy."
Peter made the prettiest little ah-ah-ah sounds, his lips parted, and cheeks flushed as pleasure washed over him. Tony thought he was just the most beautiful little thing. He couldn't believe he'd had a hand in creating this gorgeous creature.
"Fuck," Peter moaned, blushing when he looked down and saw his spend coating his dad's hand. "I've never—It's never felt like that before."
Tony chuckled, kissing him.
"Yeah? I'm glad it felt good, baby," Tony murmured, cupping his cheek. "Have you ever been with someone before?"
A part of Tony wanted him to say no, selfishly wanted to be his baby's first. He was certainly tight enough that he wouldn't be surprised. But on the other hand, he didn't want to think that having his cock shoved inside dry had been his baby's first experience taking a cock.
Peter bit his lip, blushing bright red.
"W–Well, not—" Peter glanced away. "Not like this."
Those conflicting feelings hit Tony in the chest, but he managed to mask them, not allowing his guilt to seep through or the smugness he felt to appear on his face.
"Yeah?" Tony stroked his cheek, his thumb brushing over heated skin. "You topped someone before, baby?"
Peter's eyes widened, and he shook his head.
"What? N–No!" Peter squeaked. "I just sucked some guy off."
"Some guy?"
Peter squirmed a little, whimpering when his dad's cock shifted inside him.
"Yeah, you know my science teacher?"
"Mr. Barnes?"
Peter nodded, his cheeks red and his smile sheepish.
Tony shook his head.
"You really are a little slut, aren't you? Going after older men," Tony said in disbelief before chuckling. "I get it, though. He's pretty hot."
Peter smacked his chest.
"Dad!" Peter said, sounding scandalized.
Tony laughed, gripping his wrist.
"What? You started it," Tony teased, pinching his side.
Peter giggled, shoving his hand away, squirming more.
His attention was once again drawn to his dad, still filling him up full, and he froze, a look of horror falling over his features.
Tony immediately reacted to the change, concerned.
"What? What happened, baby? What's wrong? Does something hurt?" Tony rushed out, his eyes scanning Peter for the source of his distress.
"You're still hard," Peter said, his voice wavering.
Tony frowned.
"What?" Tony said before processing the shift in the conversation. "Oh shit, sorry, baby. Is that too much? Let's get you off of me, huh? Daddy wasn't thinking."
Peter shook his head because his daddy wasn't getting it.
"No, I'm fine," Peter said. "But you—You didn't finish."
It took Tony a moment to understand Peter's concern. 
Tony didn't really do a lot of feelings sex, mostly just random hookups, so he couldn't remember the last time someone cared about more than whether they got off or not. To be fair, he did usually get off, but this was different, this was all about taking care of his baby.
Tony cupped Peter's cheek, cooing at him.
"Oh baby, you don't need to worry about that—"
Peter shook his head, whimpering, a distressed little hurt puppy sort of sound.
"N–No, you have to finish. You have to keep going."
"Peter, it's okay—"
"No, it's not!" Peter said, tears in his eyes.
His daddy had to come! If he didn't, then that meant Peter did something wrong. It meant he wasn't good enough, and his dad probably wouldn't ever want him again.
Peter sobbed at the thought.
"Hey, hey, baby, don't cry," Tony soothed, his heart breaking as he wiped at Peter's wet cheeks. "Tell Daddy what's wrong. What's going through your head right now, baby?"
"Was it not—Did I—Was I not good?" Peter asked in a small, uncertain voice.
He sounded like he was one criticism away from shattering, and Tony was the one holding his delicate little heart in his hands.
"Oh baby, no, that's not—" Tony shook his head, swallowing hard around the lump of emotion welling up from his little boy's insecurities. "Don't think that, baby. Please, don't ever think that. You're so good, Petey. You're such a good boy."
"Then—Then why didn't you come?"
Tony didn't want to say that it hadn't lasted very long because that wasn't the right thing to say. He also didn't want to mention that he was usually… rougher with his partners. He didn't want to make Peter feel bad because he really had liked it. He liked that Peter liked it, and having Peter's tight hole wrapped around him could never be not good.
Tony licked his lips.
"You really wanna help Daddy come, huh?" Tony asked, rubbing Peter's thigh soothingly.
Peter nodded, teary-eyed, his lip wobbling.
"Yeah, I really wanna make you feel good, Daddy."
Tony cooed at him, kissing him and coaxing his lips apart. 
Peter whimpered when their tongues met, melting into his daddy. He wasn't an experienced kisser, definitely didn't know what he was doing, but Tony thought it was cute. The innocence was a turn-on all on its own.
Peter peered up at his daddy through wet lashes when they parted.
"You know what Daddy really wants, baby? What would really help Daddy?"
Peter shook his head.
"What?"
"Seeing your pretty little hole. I want to see how pretty and red it looks now that I've fucked it open."
Peter bit his lip.
"O–Okay," Peter agreed, a little embarrassed but willing to do this for his daddy.
Tony patted his thigh.
"Alright, up you go, baby."
Peter whimpered as his dad gripped his ass, lifting him off his cock.
He slid out with a wet squelch, and Peter grimaced at the way his fluttering hole burned from the stretch, trying to close back up but failing.
Tony coaxed him onto the bed, having him lay out on his tummy.
He was still wearing his jammies with rocket ships all over them, pulled down just far enough to reveal a cute little butt and pretty little pussy nestled between round cheeks. It was an adorable mix of so fucking innocent and so fucking slutty to settle between his little boy's legs and see that pretty gape his cock left behind.
"Fuck, look at that, baby," Tony murmured reverently, brushing his thumb over Peter's hole.
Peter buried his face in the pillow, whimpering in embarrassment. He felt so vulnerable all laid out and exposed like this, but his daddy wanted him like this, so he stayed right where he was and let him look his fill.
"You gonna fuck me, Daddy?"
"No, baby, I'm gonna come right on this pretty little ass, mark you up," Tony told him possessively. "Make you mine."
Peter let out a soft little moan, squirming a little at the thought. He wanted that. He really fucking wanted that.
Tony stroked himself, spreading Peter's cheeks with his hand to get a good look at his baby.
He really didn't care one way or the other if he came. He wasn't going to complain about it, and earlier in the night, he'd definitely really fucking wanted it, but that was before his little boy was sitting in his lap and making the prettiest little faces while riding him.
Tony's desire to get off had shifted into a desire to take care of his baby, and that was currently outweighing any of his own needs. But clearly, Peter needed this. He needed his daddy to get off so he'd know his daddy wanted him.
Tony could see that now, and getting off looking at his little boy's pretty little pussy certainly wasn't any hardship, so he was gonna give his baby exactly what he needed.
That's what good Daddies did, after all.
Tony's strokes were fast, his calluses rough and dry, scraping against his cock in a pleasurable way. Well, in a way that hurt just enough, but that's what Tony liked. He liked to be hurt, and he liked the rush of inflicting pain.
Tony was panting, his hand flying over his cock, his grip tight, and Peter peered over his shoulder curiously, his eyes widening when he saw the twist of pain and pleasure on his dad's face. Peter watched, fascinated as his dad tugged at his balls and gave himself one final stroke before grunting his release.
Cum splashed across Peter's ass, and Peter wiggled his booty, a sense of pride filling his chest. Of course, he would have prefered to have actively helped, but being a nice art display, something pretty for his daddy to look at while he got off, felt pretty damn good.
"That better, baby?" Tony panted, tucking himself back inside his boxers and rolling Peter over.
Cum smeared across the duvet, but neither of them cared, their lips colliding like waves lapping at the shore, soft and sweet but with a promise of an untamable current underneath.
Peter nodded.
"M'sleepy, Daddy," He mumbled in that soft childish voice he used to get his way.
Tony hummed, his hand slipping down his side to grip his hip.
"Daddy better put you to bed then, huh?"
"Wanna sleep with you."
"I know you do, baby boy," Tony chuckled, kissing him again before pulling away. "Daddy's gonna turn the light off, and then we can get some sleep."
Tony didn't offer to clean him up, liking the thought of his baby covered in his cum too much to want to wash it away. He would have if Peter had asked, but he didn't, happy to just snuggle up close to his daddy.
He squirmed a little when Tony tugged his pants up over his ass, trapping the remaining cum inside, but settled quick enough. It felt a little strange, his undies damp and sticky, but he knew his daddy would bathe him in the morning, so it was alright.
Besides, there's no place he'd rather be than in his daddy's arms, so he couldn't really complain.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Father/Son Incest, Teen Peter Parker, Sub Peter Parker, Daddy Dom Tony Stark, Daddy Kink, Age Play, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Lollipops, Come Marking, light embarrassment, Feminization, Infantilism, Adorable Peter Parker, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Series: Part 3 of Innocent Seduction Summary:
Peter sucked on his lollipop, his lips sticky and sweet. While it started off innocent enough, he can't help but notice the way his dad shifts himself in his pants.
And that's when the game begins. Peter's reward for winning this game of innocent seduction is licking his daddy's cock like a lollipop.
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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Minor Tony Stark/Others - Relationship, Minor Peter Parker/Others Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Pepper Potts Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Father/Son Incest, Top Tony Stark, Bottom Peter Parker, Slut Peter Parker, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unrequited Love, Mutual Pining, Guilt, Being Walked In On, sexual awakening, discovering porn and masturbation, Coming In Pants, Daddy Kink, Size Kink, Anal Sex, Deepthroating, Blow Jobs, Feminization, Degradation, Anal Fingering, basically Peter's a slut just like his daddy and Tony's only gay for Peter, Embarrassment, Awkwardness, Protective Tony Stark, Brat Peter Parker, Daddy Issues Summary:
Everything was fine until Peter walked in on his dad fucking his receptionist. Now everything was going downhill, and nothing could ever be the same again.
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Peter didn't make it through the night in his own bed. Hell, he barely made it an hour, and that hour was spent fingering himself. He considered sneaking back out because he was so fucking horny and he needed to be used, but his dad hadn't rejected him, hadn't yelled at him, not about the kiss, so maybe there was a chance he'd help him out, and a chance was all Peter needed.
Peter swallowed hard, staring at his dad's door for a long moment before working up the courage to slip inside.
"Daddy?" Peter called out softly.
Tony was tapping away at his tablet, his gaze meeting Peter's. He immediately set his tablet aside, his full attention on Peter, and Peter could cry from how much he wanted exactly that, his daddy's attention.
"Hey, what's up, baby? You have a bad dream?" Tony asked just like he might have before everything went to shit.
Peter shook his head.
"No, uh, can I sleep with you?"
Tony nodded, pulling back the covers and patting the bed.
"Come on, Petey-pie, there's always room for you in my bed."
Peter bit his lip, shutting the door and crawling into bed. Despite the year apart, Peter remained just as small, maybe a half an inch taller than he had been before, but he still fits perfectly under his dad's arm, curled up into his side.
Tony pressed a kiss to his head.
"Glad to have you back, baby boy."
And suddenly, everything was right with the world. Of course, Peter was still horny, still a desperate slut who wanted his daddy's cock, but none of that seemed important right now. The aching between his legs was soothed by the relief in his aching heart. Just being there in his daddy's arms was enough to make everything better.
Because really, sex wasn't what he was really craving… Well, it was one of the things he was craving, but what it really came down to was intimacy. He just wanted attention, he wanted to feel loved, and that was something no amount of sex had managed to give him.
But his dad holding him? That made him feel more than any of the sex he'd had.
Peter hummed, his hand casually slipping under Tony's shirt, running his fingers over his abs. He didn't try to take things any further than that, content to just be held close, so Tony didn't stop him. He wasn't sure what he'd do, how he'd respond to his son's inevitable advances, but he felt guilty that he wasn't disgusted by it.
It was wrong, but there was no doubt that Tony's feelings towards his son had shifted after that day in the lab. Seeing Peter at that moment, feeling him tense up and then shudder through his release, hearing him cry out, Daddy. It had definitely awakened something in Tony.
He doesn't know if it had always been there, just lying dormant under the surface, or if that was when those inappropriate feelings first developed, but either way, Tony knew he was so screwed.
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After that, Peter sleeping in Tony's bed was a regular occurrence, something he could bank on. He always came home when he worked late nights to find his little boy curled up in his bed. Kisses were shared here and there, and sometimes, just for the thrill, Peter would plant one on him while Pepper's back was turned or out in public.
Tony knew he should stop it, knew they were pushing their luck, but he was never good at denying Peter what he wanted. So when he came home one night and found Peter lying on his bed in the nude, Tony just sucked in a shaky breath and started to undress.
Apparently, that was how he responded, nervously but eagerly.
Peter's eyes raked over him as he undressed; Tony's eyes focused on Peter's cocklet, smooth and hairless, though Tony wasn't sure if he shaved or just hadn't started growing hair yet. Peter was slowly stroking himself, two fingers dragging his foreskin up and down. He was tiny, the same size he'd been the last time Tony had seen him naked when Peter was maybe five or six.
Tony couldn't believe it was still so small. He never thought he had a thing for tiny cocks. Though, to be fair, Tony never thought he had a thing for guys until his son came in his arms.
Tony was pretty sure he wasn't actually into boys. He was just really fucking interested in his kid.
When Tony dropped his boxers, Peter crawled off the bed, approaching him slowly, a sway to his hips that suggested he was well aware of what he was doing to his dad. Tony kinda hated how experienced his son seemed to be, how knowledgeable he was now when a year earlier he'd still been Tony's innocent little boy.
He didn't have any guarantee, but something told him that Peter knew a lot about pleasure and pleasing a man, and Tony felt jealous of all the men who had touched his boy before. If Peter was willing to drop to his knees for some guy in an alley like a whore, then there was a pretty good chance his son was a well-used slut.
Tony's hands looked so large when he gripped Peter's waist, and his cock looked huge compared to the tiny little thing between Peter's legs. Peter blushed, peering up at his dad, feeling all hot and flustered from the hungry look in his eyes.
Peter wasn't new to this, to being seen by a man, but there was no denying that his dad made him feel young and weak in a way that other men never had. He managed to suck in a shaky breath, though, and pull himself together. If he was going to stand a chance with someone like his dad, he needed to seduce him like a seasoned whore.
He pushed his dad's hands away with a confidence that made it clear he was well-versed in the art of cocksucking as he dropped down to his knees, the movement graceful, well-practiced. He peered up at his daddy through his lashes, taking his fat cock in hand and licking up the underside.
Peter had sucked a lot of cock in the past year, but none made him feel the way his dad's did. This was the cock that had started it all, that had awakened something inside of them he hadn't even known existed prior to that night he walked in on his dad. He always preferred taking large cocks, because it was easier to pretend they were his dad's that way, and there was no doubt that Peter had always been pretending that those other men were his daddy. He even called them Daddy when they fucked him, but it had never been enough to just pretend, never filled the emptiness inside him, no matter how stuffed full he was.
His eyes fluttered shut when his lips wrapped around the tip, and his dad groaned, gripping his hair.
"Fuck, Petey, baby, you're mouth feels like heaven," Tony groaned, his hips jerking and his cock gagging Peter.
Peter pulled off, coughing.
"Shit, sorry—"
Peter shook his head.
"No, it's okay. I just wasn't expecting it. You can fuck my face if you want to. Just hold me still and don't stop even if I pull back."
Tony frowned.
"Petey… That's—I'm not gonna do that."
"It's okay, I can take it," Peter promised, reassuring his dad. "I like choking on cock. Especially a big, fat cock like yours, Daddy."
Tony groaned, gripping his curls tighter and shutting his eyes.
"Fuck, kid, you tryin' to kill me?"
Peter smirked, his hand wrapping around Tony's cock, looking tiny wrapped around his dad's fat length, and taking it back into his mouth. He relaxed his throat, taking it down as far as he could. His throat fluttered as he gagged, but he forced himself to stay put and felt proud when his dad moaned.
"Fuck, baby, you take cock like a pro. It's like you were born to suck Daddy's cock," Tony groaned, holding him down long enough that Peter's body tried to fight him.
Only then did Tony pull him back, letting him gasp for air.
"My good little boy," Tony cooed when Peter buried his nose in the crease of his thigh, tears in his eyes.
Peter giggled, and Tony brushed his fingers through his hair.
"I'm good at sucking cock cos I've had lots of practice, Daddy," Peter told him, pulling back to peer up at him through his lashes. "You wanna know what other things I've had practice at?"
"Yeah? What things?"
"Rimming, kissing, anal…" Peter listed, his eyes sparkling. "I'm nice and loose right now, Daddy. You could use me and I'd open up so nice for you."
Tony groaned.
"Yeah? Did you finger yourself open, baby?"
Peter nodded.
"Thought about you while I was doing it."
"Jesus, what am I gonna do with you?"
"Fuck me," Peter said cheekily. "I know guys aren't really your thing, but when you're doing the fucking, it's not that different."
Peter didn't know what he'd do if his dad rejected him, if he didn't want to fuck him. Probably beg. Definitely beg. He would beg and cry and plead his case that he didn't have to be gay to wanna a fuck a pussyboy, that mounting a bitch didn't mean anything even if that bitch had a cock.
Tony snorted, coaxing Peter up to his feet and claiming his lips. His hand reached between their bodies, cupping Peter's cock and balls. They were so tiny that they fit perfectly nestled in his palm.
"Baby, I'm not attracted to you because you're a guy. I'm in love with you because you're mine, and I love every part of you, including this pretty little thing you've got here."
"But you are attracted to me, right?" Peter asked, a hint of insecurity shining through.
Peter whimpered, clutching at his arms when Tony rolled him between his fingers.
"Imma be honest, I never thought I'd like cock, but your pretty little clitty is just about the cutest thing I've ever seen. I don't even think we can call something this tiny a cock, but Daddy would sure love to get his mouth on your little boy cocklet."
"Fuck, Daddy, I—"
Tony snatched up Peter's hand, wrapping it around his own cock, hard and leaking, and guiding Peter's hand up and down his shaft.
"You feel that, baby. That's a cock. That's what a man has between his legs."
Peter nodded dumbly, his mind static as he rocked into Tony's hand.
"But you're not a man, baby, you're just a little boy, and fuck, I shouldn't want to wreck you as much as I do."
"Daddy, please. I need you," Peter begged.
"Shh, Daddy knows exactly what you need, baby boy."
Peter squealed when he was lifted off his feet and tossed onto the bed like a rag doll, his body bouncing once, twice before his dad was on him, pinning him down. Tony slipped a finger into his hole, tugging at the rim and groaning.
"You weren't lying, kid," Tony said, finding it hard to believe this was the same kid he had raised who had developed a sense of modesty at around five.
It was probably Pepper who had instilled that in him because Tony certainly hadn't, but Peter clearly had pretty loose morals now, and his loose cunt was pretty good evidence of that.
Peter shook his head, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.
"Nope, you can just fuck right into me, Daddy. I'm ready for you."
"Jesus fucking Christ, you really are just like me, huh? A fucking slut. A greedy little whore."
Peter giggled, bumping their noses together.
"I have all of your best qualities, like the sass and the brains and the insatiable lust."
Tony chuckled, shoving Peter's legs further apart and lining himself up. He didn't even think about using lube, wasn't used to using it since the women he slept with were always dripping wet for his cock and willing to take it rough just to have the chance to say they fucked Tony Stark. Luckily, Peter's hole was still slick from opening himself up, and the lube already coating his walls eased the way.
Peter moaned, and Tony slammed their lips together, grunting into his mouth and rolling his hips, pushing his cock further into that tight hole. And Peter was tight, despite being prepped and being thoroughly used throughout the school year.
"Fuck, baby, you've got the tightest fucking pussy."
"Would've been tighter if you would have fucked me a year ago," Peter snarked.
Tony smacked his thigh.
"That mouth on you, boy. Daddy should fuck that sass right out of you. Bet you won't be so mouthy when I fuck you dumb."
"Wow, big talk, old man. But can you back it up?"
Tony took it for the challenge it was, much to Peter's delight, and proceeded to fuck the living daylight out of his kid. And by the time he filled him up with his seed, Peter was fucked out, nothing but a whimpering mess under his daddy.
Tony peppered kisses all over his face, cooing at him when Peter parted his lips, his tongue lolling out and trying to lick at him.
"Aw, my pretty little baby is such a dumb little slut," Tony cooed, giving Peter what he wanted and licking into his mouth.
When Tony pulled back, Peter whimpered, and when he pulled his cock out of his sloppy pussy, Peter sobbed. He'd been fucked by grown men, taken plenty dick from both the experienced and the inexperienced, but he'd never been so thoroughly fucked before. He knew he was gonna be in pain in the morning because he was in pain now, but he couldn't find it in himself to regret it.
This was everything he had wanted, for his dad to use him like a whore, to see him as more than just a child. His sore little hole was proof of his daddy's love.
Tony slid down Peter's body, groaning at the sight of his cum leaking out of his baby's ass. He almost gave in to the urge to eat him out, but slurping up his own cum was pushing it. Maybe another time, but for now, he wanted to taste his little boy.
The first cum on his tongue should definitely be his son's. He only regrets that his cum wasn't the first his boy ever tasted. Tony would have to make up for it by being the last man his son ever tasted, the last one who ever touched him.
"Fuck, look at this pretty little thing. Never seen a clitty so pretty, baby," Tony cooed.
Peter flushed in embarrassment, whimpering when Tony's lips wrapped around his cocklet. His hands tangled in his dad's hair as he sucked and lapped at him, taking his balls into his mouth with ease because Peter was just so fucking tiny. Tony couldn't deepthroat him if he wanted to because there wasn't enough length to reach his throat.
It was just about the cutest fucking thing ever. Tony had half a mind to 69 his baby and shove his fat cock down his throat, make him choke on it while Daddy played with his itty bitty little thing, but instead, his fingers slipped down, slipping wet between Peter's cheeks and shoving into his hole.
Peter gasped, his ass raw and puffy, but Tony didn't seem to care; it only turned him on more to hear Peter's pained whimpers as he fingered his sloppy cunt. Loud squelching sounds filled the air, cum being pushed out of Peter's hole as Tony's fingers slammed into him relentlessly, abusing his prostate until he was forced through an orgasm.
It was Peter's fourth orgasm of the night and left him trembling like a leaf, tears running down his cheeks. He came once before he left the house, once while fingering himself, and once on his daddy's cock—and now his fingers—but he knew he could come a lot more than that. He was already a fucking mess, though, and he was relieved his dad didn't try to push for more, lapping up his boy's seed before shoving his tongue down his throat.
Peter just whimpered and cried, clinging to his daddy and feeling way too emotional. It had been a long day, a long year, really, and he had a lot of feelings inside him that felt too big to be held inside a body so little.
His dad didn't seem to mind that he was a sobbing, filthy mess, murmuring praise and holding him close, letting Peter sprawl out on top of him, and petting his hair until he finally settled and fell asleep.
"So... does this mean we can be boyfriends now?" Peter asked way too innocently for a boy who was anything but innocent.
Tony hummed, pressing a kiss to Peter's damp curls.
It was morning, and they were fresh out of the shower, having enjoyed another round of sex during said shower. But now, they were dressed and hungry for more than just sex. Tony was wearing a pair of sweats hung low on his hips, and Peter was wearing one of Tony's shirts and a pair of skin-tight boxers that showed off his tiny little bulge. It was nicely hidden from sight by Tony's shirt, though, which dwarfed Peter, hanging off him like a dress.
"Baby boy, I would be honored to be your boyfriend."
Peter beamed at him, tangling their fingers and tugging him out into the hall.
"Will you make me pancakes, Daddy?"
"Whatever you want, baby."
Pepper was happily surprised when she exited her room to find them in the kitchen.
"It's good to see you two cooking together again."
It's something they used to do all the time, but even though they'd made up, things had still been a little strange. Tony had been trying to hold back, but he'd really given that up last night. There was no holding back now. He had definitely fucked his son, and now they were dating, and even though it would have to always be a secret, it was still very real now in a way that shared kisses hadn't been. This was more than just sneaking kisses here or there, this was something more, and it was terrifying but Tony had never been happier than he was now.
Peter grinned, couldn't seem to stop grinning ever since he woke up in his dad's arms and realized last night wasn't just some dream, and then proceeded to get railed up against the wall of the shower. He was the happiest he'd been in what felt like forever, all because his daddy was finally all his, really his, at least behind closed doors, and that would have to be enough for now.
"Yup!"
"Oh good, maybe I can hand over breakfast duties then," Pepper teased lightly, a small smile on her lips.
She pressed a kiss to Peter's forehead.
"I'm making chocolate chip pancakes," Tony told her, giving her a smile.
"I'll set the table," Pepper said, returning his smile, genuinely happy that things were good between her two boys.
"Thanks, Pep."
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