#tony/peter

[daemonn]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 , Pretty Woman AU.

Synopsis: From an young age Peter Parker had always known struggle and hustle; losing his parents at a young age, then his Uncle at 15 and finally his Aunt at 17 to a car crash. Since 18 he's been living with his friend MJ in Los Angeles trying to get control of his life again by scraping by however he could; turns out working the corner as the adored soft rent boy paid better than just MJ's donut shop job alone.

Then enter THE Tony Stark, multi-billionaire playboy inventor...Who was currently lost here and needed direction. Asking for directions costs him $320 dollars that night, plus a month with Peter he'd never forget. Peter mellows Tony out from his aggressive business demeanor, Tony shows Peter a side to life that is easy and luxurious.

How much scrutiny and change can each of them withstand before they call it quits, or call it love ?

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AN: Cheesy and rusty summary but here's a moodboard teaser for an in progress fic I'm working on for my beloved starker bois. <3

#peter x tony #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker x tony stark #starker #peter/tony #tony/peter #ironspider #* MY EDIT #* MOODBOARD #starkercest

[lanyakea-universe]

✨May Parker coming home from work to find Tony fucking Stark, fully dressed in a fancy and dark suit, pounding her nephew's ass doggy style on the family couch✨

#starker #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark/peter parker #Tony/Peter

[underthebednotebook]

I don't know if anybody here has read my fic Placebo Effect (link included) but....I'm working on chapter 2 if anybody is interested!

#starker #placebo effect #my writing #tony/peter #mcu #tony stark #peter parker

[underburningstars]

Tony surprises Peter with a trip to Paris for his 21st birthday

#tony stark #peter parker #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker x tony stark #peter x tony #tony/peter #tony stark/peter parker #peter/tony #peter parker/tony stark #starker #starker moodboard #starker community #starker fandom #moodboard #my moodboards #marvel #mcu #mcufam #marvel mcu #ironman #iron man #spiderman #spideriron #ironspider #parislife #HAPPY BIRTHDAY PETER #ttt

[gayspacesprinkles]

Kevin is a close second

Everyone talking about prego Peter and soon I will draw him big with pup(s)

#starker #ironspider #tnpt #tonypeter #tony/peter #my art #ant draws #mpreg #a/b/o dynamics

[pleasetakethis]

Chain Reactions

Written for the Fluffity Fluff Exchange 2023 on AO3! Reveals went live a few days ago but I’m wrapped up in some other exchanges at the moment and didn’t get a chance to post this.

Pairing: Tony Stark/Peter Parker Rating: Explicit Word Count: 8.3k Tags: Marriage of Convenience, Las Vegas, Sex Pollen, Mildly Dubious Consent, Mutual Pining, Aged-Up Peter Parker, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Porn With Plot, Barebacking, Anal Sex  Summary: Fury sent Tony and Peter to Vegas to intercept a dangerous artifact. Tony's only denied his feelings toward Peter for years, while Peter interpreted Tony's behavior as rejection. What could possibly go wrong with a marriage of convenience and a casino vault break-in? Read @ AO3

#starker #ironspider #starker fic #tony stark/peter parker #tony/peter #my first official foray into starker~ #it's one of my favorites #i had a blast writing this #bri writes

[barnesify]

Photographer Peter. We know it’s canon that Peter Parker has a thing for photography, but I can’t get it out of my head when Tony Stark sees his work for MIT, calls him from his personal cell phone, to ask Peter to take some shots of him for an article on bio-engineering for Stark Industries.

Peter, tiny little 19 year old Peter, baffled, wondering how in the hell did Tony Stark get my number?! But he decides to accept. How could he not? Tony Stark is a world renowned billionaire, and as a bonus, his celebrity crush.

Peter shows up 10 minutes early, bright eyed with his 5 year old camera which has had too many cracked and repaired lenses to count. Tony is dressed in a velvet blue suit, and he tries not to smirk when he notices Peter drooling.

“So, Peter Parker, have any experience with photographing celebrities like me?” Tony’s paternal grip on the back of his neck is becoming a little less paternal by the second.

Oh, how Tony would love to see that blush go all the way down—

“Oh, n—no, sir, I haven’t. Just for my school.” Peter is stammering and fidgeting. Tony loves it. Wide eyed shyness looks good on him.

Soon, Peter gets confused. Looking around, he turns back to Tony’s face. Damn that handsome face.

“Uhm, Mr. Stark? Where’s everyone else? Lighting and—“

Tony grips him by the hair. Smirk on his lips as he leans down to stare Peter in the eyes. “Why would we need anybody else, sweetheart? Just me and you and your little camera. Speaking of which, let me have a spin with it.”

Peter fumbles with his camera, placing it in Tony’s hands. The man looks at it, chuckling at the pieces of tape holding it together. “Alright. Now strip. I know I said you’d be taking photos of me.. but, well.. further arrangements have been made. You’re too pretty.”

Let’s just say Peter leaves with a red face and a camera full of scandalous photos.

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #tony/peter #peter/tony #ironspider #slight non-con #but not really #because peter wants it #i would write more for this but this is just me vomiting ideas on the tl #lees stuff

[buckybeardreams]

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.

Words: 1,490

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.

@starkerfestivals

#starkercest #tony stark/peter parker #tony/peter #tony x peter #ironspider #starker #tony stark #peter parker #iron man #spiderman #mcu fanfiction #mcu #marvel fic #marvel #the avengers #the avengers fanfiction #the avengers fic #my fic updates #starkerfestivalsevents #sfsummerbingo22

[tonystoy]

Starker? YES!!

But consider the following!

Happy × Peter 🌚

#starker #starkercest #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker x tony stark #tony/peter #happy hogan x peter parker #peter parker x happy hogan

[ikarakie]

if a character means enough to me i will truly never stop thinking about them. i just retire them into a little back room in my brain and periodically bring them out to stare at them under a little light

#tag your faves #matthew holt #not me black #black not me #levi ackerman #new addition to the list tbh but i know his ass is here to stay #hange zoe #erwin smith #their asses too #keith kogane #lance mcclain #ashamed so many voltron characters are on this list #takashi shirogane #peter parker #tony stark #harley keener #aziraphale #crowley #anthony j crowley #surprisingly? #bakugou katsuki #shouto todoroki #steve harrington #will byers #wallace wells #scott pilgrim #OMG #killua zoldyck #gon freecss #kurapika

[lanyakea-universe]

Starker

*Tony, trying to teach his boyfriend self-defense*: What do you do if the bad guy catches you like this? *grab Peter firmly by the hair*

Peter: Oh, please, Daddy~

#starker #tony stark/peter parker #tony stark x peter parker #tony x peter #tony/peter

[daisy-mooon]

Tony Stark: I have to babysit Peter Parker. He's a bit annoying. I guess he's alright.

Carol Danvers: Everyone clap for Kamala Khan right now or I'm blowing this fucking building up with you all inside of it.

#not tony neg i think his flaws are interesting #but lmaaoooo Carol is ride or die with this shit #carol danvers #kamala khan #ms marvel #captain marvel #tony stark #peter parker #the marvels #the marvels (2023) #shitpost #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #1k #2k #3k #4k #5k #hitposttag

[underburningstars]

"Peter, are you ba-oh god!

"Aunt May! Um, this-this is Tony. My boyfriend"

Tony's meeting with his boyfriend's aunt isn't how any of them wanted it to be, naked and cuddling with her nephew post-coital.

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This is a prompt fill up for the 'Meeting Aunt May' square of SFSummerBingo22 @starkerfestivals

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#tony stark #peter parker #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark/peter parker #tony/peter #peter parker x tony stark #peter x tony #peter parker/tony stark #peter/tony #ironman #iron man #spiderman #spideriron #ironspider #starker #starker moodboard #starker community #starker fandom #starkerfestivalsevents #sfsummerbingo22 #sfs22 #moodboard #my moodboards #marvel #mcu #young tony stark #aunt may #ttt

[frenchublog]

earth- 199 99?

#irondad #peter parker #tony stark #my art #please don't repost #ironman #spiderman #doodles

[abbie-brianna]

Peter, making chicken and dumpling soup, dropping a dumpling on the floor: This is sadder than the time i got hit by a train.

Tony, coughing on his coffee: Excuse me?

#peter parker #tony stark #iron dad #spiderson #irondad and spiderson #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect quotes

[buckybeardreams]

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.

@starkerfestivals

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