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the-mad-starker · 2 years ago

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Starker Smut: Margin of Error [1/2]

Summary: It had to be a moment of madness. Or– his hips jerk as Tony starts again– an act of foolish defiance. His thoughts empty out but in that last moment of clarity, Peter knows the truth.

He had been asking for it. He had been begging for his omega's undivided attention and now he has it. His stupid hot-headed alpha desires, so eager to rile his omega up, and now, he's paying the price.

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Khalixa asked for: Sim punishes Spidey by wringing him dry in front of his friends?

One of my surprise birthday gifts for one of my favorite people, @khalixascorner this fic is completed and I'll have the next one posted soonish! Then after this, one more gift fic that's alpha/alpha wingfic with Alpha Peter chasing after alpha Tony 🎉 love you, Jackie!! 💗

Ch1 WC: 2795

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Notes: SIM, omegaverse, sex toys (specifically alphas having a toy in their ass), top Peter Parker, dominant Tony Stark, Alpha Peter, omega Tony, edging, scent drunk, some mindfuckery, humiliation, dirty talk

Additional notes for ch2: some prostate milking, multiple orgasms, forced voyeurism, so much bodily fluids, knotting, possessive behavior, intersex omegas, vaginal sex

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Peter's ears burn at the soft fwap fwap fwap that echoes in the room. The heat is indistinguishable from the burning humiliation that engulfs him. It's a distinctive sound, one that he'd instinctively recognize because he had been a horny teen once upon a time. He doesn't need the sound to tell him what's happening to him though. He feels it keenly, every stroke, every slick wet slide of his omega's hand on him.

The sensation is enhanced even further because he can't see. The Superior had deemed his sight a privilege, one that had been revoked upon finding out that Peter had disobeyed and tried to do something without informing his omega.

He'd been brought in by the Superior's people, bound and blindfolded, in the middle of a work day. He couldn't even see his omega's reaction but he could feel the frosty chill in the air, the heavy weight of disappointment but also the sharp edge of anticipation.

His omega had not been pleased so it had not been a surprise when Tony rearranged him and bound him on a sturdy chair in that very same office. The omega wasted no time in dismissing his people, leaving only the two of them and whatever punishment his Superior deemed necessary.

And now, here he is, his omega stripping layer after layer of humanity from him until Tony is satisfied and pleased with what he finds beneath.

Peter is an alpha. He's supposed to be at the top of the food chain. He is also enhanced, physically made stronger by luck, and then made perfect by design. By the Superior.

Now, though, he is as weak as a kitten, mewling and gasping with every stroke of that familiar hand. He's been made pliant, his superhuman strength useless against the bonds made specifically for him.

There's also a toy inside him. It's blessedly still, just a foreign object that he'd taken with a small helpless whimper. Peter knows the omega can make it grow larger or smaller according to his whims and the thought has him clenching around it even as his cock drips and drips with anticipation.

Tony Stark can do anything he wants and Peter will let him. It's been forged into him, the strength to fight alongside the Superior and the weakness in his knees so that he readily kneels before his omega.

Even blindfolded as he is, he can feel the heavy gaze of his Superior, can imagine his brilliant blue eyes catching every twitch, every desperate drip of precome beading at the slit of his erect cock… Tony's hand with his clever fingers, efficiently working an orgasm out of him because he knows how to play Peter's body just right.

He's close… He's so close. He can feel it starting at the pit of his stomach with a desperate edge to reach completion. His muscles clench tight, his toes curling desperately even as his cock gives a violent jerk. He's leaking so much, he knows it because he feels the strokes go smoother. There's less friction when Tony swipes at the tip, collecting all that sticky precome to add to the wetness clinging to his cock.

Peter's hips jerk and a whine tears itself from his throat. He just needs one more… one… more…!

A harsh pinch at his half-formed knot has the alpha crying out, white lightning flashing behind his eyelids. The pain is exquisite, hurts so good... Any other time, Peter would've shot his load, pushed over the edge, but not this time.

His omega hasn't given him permission.

"Shh, shh," the Superior purrs at him when he whimpers. His knot aches but that's not where Tony soothes him. Instead, he pets Peter's chest, rubs possessively at his scent gland, and licks the sharp angle of his jaw.

He's a warm weight against Peter's back and his scent is in full bloom. It assaults Peter's nose, fills his lungs, and scrambles any cognizant ability the alpha has. It's so rare for Tony to allow his scent to spread like this and it's both heaven and hell for the alpha. Tony so rarely allows this because it gives away too much of what the omega feels but it also puts Peter under hard and fast.

From his scent alone, Peter can tell the Superior is aroused. There's a heavy sort of sweetness in the air, like honey. The scent of his slick is sticky sweet on his tongue and so so dangerous… Because along with that sticky sweetness is an edge of metal, of iron.

His omega is angry, furious… And he has every right to be because Peter had disobeyed. He had been so good and he had been perfect as he was trained to be so many months ago. He doesn't know why he had disobeyed, why he had tried to sneak away to try to see his friends.

It had to be a moment of madness. Or– his hips jerk as Tony starts again– an act of foolish defiance. His thoughts empty out but in that last moment of clarity, Peter knows the truth.

Is it worth it? Is it worth it? Quiet whispers taunt him in his own voice but the mean edge to them is all Tony.

The muscles in his body start to tighten again as he's being worked toward orgasm. His eyes threaten to roll to the back of his head and his mouth pants open like a pathetic dog.

It's worth it. To have his omega lavishing attention on him even if it's the kind that makes Peter cry, the kind that makes him regret his actions at the moment. His omega's scent fills up his lungs and cows him into submission simply because he wants and he needs.

It's still worth it…

Tony edges him to the brink of madness with a loving hand, slippery wet with Peter's precome and Peter cries and whines and shudders with need. His omega doesn't relent. How can a handjob feel so cruel? How can it fill him with so much need, fill him close to bursting with want, but all there is, in the end, is frustration that sets his teeth aching.

By the third time, Peter's tears turn the blindfold darker where the wetness seeps in. His cock is soaked from all the precome his omega has milked out of him and the wet sounds echo in the room. His dignity has long since been ground to dust, especially when all he can do is wordlessly beg for release.

The next time Tony builds him up for release, he strains against his bonds but they hold him steady. His eyes are squeezed shut and his focus is entirely on Tony's cruel touch. It feels like he's holding his breath when the omega encourages him closer and closer.

"What do you think, alpha?" Tony murmurs into his ear. "Do you think this is enough penance? How many times has it been?"

Peter shakes his head but it's more of a subconscious shake. More tears burn in the corner of his eyes but with how hot he feels, it's irrelevant.

"My poor alpha," the Superior licks the corner of his lip, hot breath fanning over his rough teeth bitten lips. "You should see how red your cock is, baby. And your poor little knot… Just begging to be popped and milked of come. How desperate you must be… Poor thing. Poor alpha."

Peter is almost grateful that he can't see. It wouldn't be the first time his omega has played with him like this and it won't be the last. But somehow adding visuals to his plight makes it worse. Tony's words paint the image in his mind well enough, that of an alpha bound and at the mercy of his beautiful omega, a straining cock begging for relief.

Then Tony does the worst thing possible.

He lets go of Peter's cock and it's like the world ends. Immediately, Peter cries out.

"Superior, plea– mmph!" Wet fingers shove into his mouth and he tastes the salt from his own fluids. He almost gags around Tony's fingers but he's been trained enough that his mouth and throat instantly relax.

"Take what I give you and be glad of it," the superior omega growls into his ear then viciously sets his teeth there. "My alpha's been so good so far despite being a disrespectful little brat."

Peter whimpers as a result. He's conditioned to crave his omega's approval but he's also been made to find pleasure in the hot burn of humiliation. All this, the Superior knows so when Peter obediently sucks on his fingers, running his tongue and licking off any hint of salt, Tony purrs in approval.

"That's it, pet. Suck on my fingers like they're my cock," Tony says and starts thrusting them in and out of his mouth, a mimicry of the fucking his alpha dick so badly wants. "Show me what a good little slut my alpha is for his omega. Go on, just like that, baby boy… Taught you well, didn't I?"

"Mmph…!" Peter haphazardly agreed. He works on Tony's fingers, wriggling his tongue between them and over every joint, eager to please.

When Tony finally removes his fingers, he smears all the spit coating them against Peter's chest, fingers digging into the muscle. The hint of pain has Peter whining again, hips jerking and his erect cock swaying in the air, neglected.

"If I didn't have plans already, I'd put these to good use," Tony's breath tickles his ear and his tongue dips in, curving around the hard shell. "Maybe I'll save that for tonight then. Open you up on my fist then fuck your tight little alpha hole to remind you who you belong to."

Peter's mind swims as sheer want has his mind redirected to that part of his body. The toy inside him is a small little thing, smaller still than the size of his omega's cocklet. It still feels so big and strange, a foreign feeling, a sense of wrongness to have his hole stretched open on a toy.

It only feels right when it's his omega using him but maybe in time, this, too, will be something he gets used to. He shudders just even thinking about it.

"Superior, please…"

He doesn't know what he's begging for… For Tony to stop? For Tony to continue and put him out of his misery? He doesn't have the right to beg but he still does it anyway.

He must make a pathetic sight but it must also please his omega because he feels movement. There's a shift in the Superior's stance and the fine hairs on his arms raise at the displacement of air around him.

Then there's a weight settling in his lap, a warm, lithe body that's familiar and very much wanted. The Superior presses in close, his arms settling around Peter's neck in an intimate embrace. Then, purposely, he presses in even closer, and Peter jerks against his bonds when his sensitive cock rubs against the omega's expensive suit.

His breath hitches in his lungs when the pressure doesn't stop. It only increases as the omega drapes himself over his front. The friction against his cock–

"S-Sir– I… I can't…" Peter chokes out the words.

"Little alpha can't take it anymore…?" Tony nips at his jawline then seals his mouth over his pulse.

"Oh–!" Peter gasps when Tony sucks hard, hard enough to bruise. There's a hint of teeth which is then followed by his omega's tongue.

"You're leaking so much…" Tony whispers against his skin. "I can feel it soaking through my clothes. Such a bad alpha, ruining my clothes like this… Don't you know how much this piece costs?"

"M sorry…" Peter groans but it's ignored.

The omega chuckles darkly against his skin before shifting. His lips land a bit higher up on Peter's neck and another bruise is lovingly sucked in a flash of teeth and tongue.

Then Tony starts to move against him. It starts out slow and the movement is so subtle that Peter doesn't notice at first. He's too focused on his omega's mouth but that quickly changes when the friction on his cock increases.

But… His omega isn't touching him. He's simply rubbing his body against Peter's front and inadvertently providing the much needed friction his poor cock needs. It's another form of torture but one that Peter welcomes because it's something to ease the ache.

"If you wanna come, you come like this," the Superior murmurs, revealing his intention.

With no hand on his cock… Nothing but the press of his omega's body against his… Tony isn't even naked and the expensive fabric of his suit feels harsh on his sensitive erection.

Peter whimpers, sure that it'll be impossible. His knot aches but without a warm body to sink into, to lock into, all this rubbing and humping is only going to end in driving him even wilder.

That may be the Superior's true plan, after all.

But what can Peter do? What can he do besides obey and jerk his hips with the tiny amount of give the bonds allow?

His cock rubs between his naked belly and Tony's vest. It feels disjointed at first but their bodies fall into a natural rhythm and oh– Tony's moving with him, fluid and graceful, letting his body rub against Peter's cock.

The more friction he gets, the more he believes he can fulfill his Superior's request. His head falls forward and he tucks his nose against the omega's neck. He greedily sucks in the sweet scent there, letting it fill him up and send his head spinning.

His omega's scent… Sweet like honey… A hint of iron, of blood…

To him, it feels like his cock gets even harder, though he's not sure that's even possible. Tony's been edging him for who knows how long now… He's rock hard and getting closer and closer to that edge.

"Be a good boy now," Tony mouths against his lips. He feels the sharp nip against his bottom lip and he hisses, he whines– He wants to be a good boy, he needs to be everything his superior omega wants.

His hips buck and the restraints dig into his skin but oh– It feels so good… so fucking good. His omega, his Superior, touching him, letting him do this, letting him–!

"Come." The word is whispered almost lovingly and Peter lets go.

The force which was holding his orgasm at bay simply snaps with his Superior's permission. It rolls over Peter like a tidal wave, leaves him gasping for breath as his cock spurts out such a heavy thick load between their bodies.

His knot expands but it's nowhere near its usual size. There's no warm hole to milk it and his Superior won't even close his fist around it in a poor imitation. It would be painful if the rush of denied pleasure didn't overwhelm him.

None of that registers in his mind though. In fact, nothing really registers as he lets out a drawn out shameless groan. Once that first initial load spills, his cock continues to spit out smaller ones with each twitch.

At the very end, Tony decides to take him in hand and milk out the remaining dribbles.

Peter's brain stutters back online by then but his mind is still reeling from the release. He hisses when Tony starts to tug at his half hard cock and a sense of deja vu has the alpha whimpering in need.

Tony's scent is working against him. His body is working against him. It knows his omega, his mate, is not satisfied and without a successful knotting, Peter's enhanced body can go again and again and again. It can go as many times as his Superior requires of him and he requires… so… much…

"Good boy… Getting hard just from some light petting even after such a big load…" his Superior praises him when Peter's cock starts to harden once more. "Good alpha…"

Once past the brief moment of oversensitivity, it's like nothing has changed. His body is just as eager to obey, his cock just as hard, and his knot just as full… His mind is just desperate to please his omega.

So when his Superior kisses him hard enough to taste blood, all Peter does is submit and lets his omega in. Every bit of him belongs to the Superior and Tony claiming his mouth…

It's only right.

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khalixascorner · 2 years ago

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khalixascorner · 2 years ago

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Say it Loud(er)

Summary: When Tony goes before the Senate to protest an inhumane amendment to the Superhero Accountability Act, he doesn't mean to admit he loves Spider-Man on live CSPAN. Rather than recant his statement, Tony rolls with the punches and declares them married too. Now he just has to let Peter know before the press gets their hands on him.

Tags: Accidental Marriage, Public Confessions, no literally, it's mostly fluff with a little bit of spice right at the end.

Fill for Marvel Trumps Hate 2022

Read on AO3 Here

To say that Tony was irritated to be in front of the Senate again was an understatement. It felt like they had just resolved the mess with the Accords, with the House and Senate adopting the Superhero Accountability Act instead. It got rid of all of the worst parts of the Accords and focused instead on reasonable accountability. It had taken Tony months of negotiations and over a year of lobbying to get the more reasonable law passed.

And now he was here again, all because Ross was capitalizing on a recent high profile case where an enhanced was the main suspect. The man hadn’t even been convicted yet but apparently, the evidence was damning enough that people were fear-mongering like they had when the Hulk first appeared. Of course Ross would jump at the opportunity and try to roll back all the good that the SAA did.

This new amendment to the SAA was a humanitarian crime and Tony wasn't going to sit back and let them undo all his hard work.

“Next to speak is Tony Stark,” a voice said, and Tony sighed again.

“Alright, Fri, let’s shut this down,” Tony murmured as he moved towards the podium.

“Knock them dead, boss,” the AI chirped in his ear. “And try not to get arrested.”

Tony smiled at that, but judging by the nervous looks around him, it wasn’t a very nice smile.

“Alright, folks, you know who I am but for those of you with dementia, I’m happy to remind you. My name is Tony Stark,” Tony said, straightening his jacket as he spoke. “Now, what you might not know is why I’m here. The amendment proposed wouldn’t affect me, as I’m not enhanced. However, it would affect someone I care a lot about. Many someones actually. So I feel it’s my responsibility to use my voice for them, as they’re unable to speak here themselves.”

Tony paused and looked around the room, Friday taking in who was paying attention and who wasn’t while also highlighting their anticipated vote. It was far too close for comfort, which was why he was here at all.

“This latest amendment to the Superhero Accountability Act barely passes the rather low bar of being constitutional and completely falls short of being moral, just, or even needed,” Tony said firmly. “One person misused their abilities, and now Secretary Ross is attempting to use the fear caused by it to rewrite the rules for a whole group of minorities that are already at risk for discrimination. A mutation or enhancement is no different than any other tool, and like a tool, it can be used for good or evil. But that doesn’t make the tool inherently good or evil, nor the people wielding it.”

Tony stopped again, taking his time to look at all of the NRA supported senators before he continued.

“Senators on this very floor have said as much about guns, and the precedence is clear. It would be hypocritical to say that enhanced or mutant individuals should be treated less fairly.”

“Now, see here, Stark, the level of destruction from a gun is nowhere near what a mutant can cause,” Senator Kelly objected.

“Really?” Tony asked, disbelief plain on his face and in his tone. “Did you forget the guns I used to build? The missiles? Hell, the Iron Man suit is arguably more dangerous than most mutants because it’s not limited by a physical body that can be strained or fatigued. It’s also not limited to a set number of abilities or skills. And yet, if I broke the law and were convicted, I’d only face jail time, not conscription to a ‘special unit’ in the military.”

“The raft was deemed inhumane, and rehabilitation is always the goal,” another senator blustered.

“Oh yes, we’ll be rehabilitating them by putting them in slightly less horrible cages and making them submit to physicals and who knows what other testing in the name of ‘quantifying their abilities to make best use of them’ all with limited oversight, after which, they’ll be thrown on the front line to die before they can complain about the situation,” Tony all but spat. “You would not, and frankly could not, do that to Iron Man, so why would you think you could do it to Spider Man? Why is Spider Man less deserving of being treated like a person even if he were to fuck up than Iron Man? Or a non-Avenger like Daredevil? You are trying to draw a line in the sand using only your fear as reasoning.”

“Mr. Stark, you would ask us to let our constituents live in fear,” Senator Clark argued. “What will you offer them when these enhanced individuals cause havoc and destruction again and again? We cannot cage them without risking the lives of others.”

“Friday, pull up prison statistics for guards injured on duty and compare the findings to current injuries for known mutants to guards on duty as well. And while we’re at it, let's pull up the data for mutant escapes after convictions and data on repeat offenders both enhanced and non. Oh and just for funsies, pull up a list of rehabilitation programs for both populations too,” Tony said, ignoring the objections as Friday took control of their projection systems and began displaying the requested information.

“Now, as you can see, Senators, there is no data to support such accusations, and frankly, even if there were, then the humane response would be to increase the literal absence of enhanced and mutant specific rehabilitation programs,” Tony said, crossing his arms and staring at the Senators like they were unruly children throwing a tantrum.

“But there’s not enough of a population to warrant those programs.” Tony pitched his voice high as he mocked them. “We don’t have the funding and other inmates need it more.”

“And that is exactly my point- enhanced are an almost non existent portion of our prison population,” Tony said quietly. “And do you know why that is? No- don’t answer, because I guarantee none of you in this room truly know. None of you will ever live in fear of being literally dissected alive just because you were born different or had some random act of god turn you into something others consider less than human. Only a few of you will know the fear of being shot first and questions asked later if at all.”

Tony let that sink in, looking around somberly as Friday changed the statistics to enhanced and mutant individuals that had gone missing or had been murdered by their families, by police, or in some cases, never solved.

“For every one of them brave enough to step forward, to put themselves out there while using their abilities to help, there are hundreds if not thousands more living in fear, and you validate their fear when you propose laws such as these,” Tony gripped the edges of the podium, willing them to understand, to pull their god damn heads out of their asses. “This amendment is discriminatory and built on a foundation of lies and fear mongering. Your actions say that you trust me, an ex-arms dealer with the moniker ‘Merchant of Death,’ to be a better person than someone like Spider Man, an enhanced who literally rescues cats from trees and helps little old ladies cross the street, simply because my DNA looks normal to you. Why am I held to a different standard than him?”

“Mr. Stark, you seem very concerned about Spider Man’s position in regards to this amendment,” Senator Ryan asked, giving Tony an unimpressed look.

“Of course, I would be concerned when someone I love is being threatened by the people that are meant to protect them,” Tony retorted then froze. He took a deep breath, pretending to regain his composure even though he was just buying himself time to think. The Senate was made up of obstinate asses, and today was no exception. They all appeared wholly unimpressed with his arguments which meant it was time to up the stakes. Tony would make it abundantly clear that he would not allow Spider-Man to be drawn into their crosshairs on a whim. With a quiet murmur to Friday to back him up, he stared down Ryan and the others.

“Of course, I’m going to care when you’re literally threatening my goody two shoes husband, who literally wouldn’t harm a fly, because you’re scared of your own shadows.”

Shock rippled through the crowd and Tony capitalized on it.

“Stark Industries won’t stand for it either. We will not support representatives, or a government that would take advantage of minorities, enhanced or otherwise, and I assuredly will not allow my husband to be put to trial for your fears. If this amendment is passed into law, we will find somewhere that will welcome Iron Man and Spider Man with open arms,” Tony said firmly.

“Are you threatening us?” Senator Kelly blustered, and Tony gave him an unamused look.

“I would have thought you people would have figured out by now that I never threaten anything,” Tony said. “I’m just nice enough to tell you the consequences of your actions in advance. You’re welcome, by the way. Now, if you don’t mind, I have another appointment to get to. I do so hope you’ll remember what I said but if not, I’m sure the recorder can give you the transcripts.”

Tony spins and stalks out of the chamber, the people in it already out of his mind as he focused on the new problem.

“Fri, marriage documentation from Wakanda, send a note to Lion-O discreetly to back us up, then file a copy with New York, have it in a pending pile or something. Also, update all of SI’s information to have Peter as my emergency contact and spouse. Put the name as Peter Parker-Stark. Update my will and everything to say spouse instead of heir.”

Tony ignored the many reporters and people trying to get his attention, heading straight for Happy and the waiting car.

“Oh, and have Rhodey as my witness and May as Peter’s.”

“On it, boss, backdating to May 4th of last year, congratulations on your nuptials,” Friday said primly as Tony climbed in the car. He snorted when he realized what the date was.

“Very funny, Fri, I’m sure Peter will approve. Although, now I have to plan an anniversary gift with barely a month of lead time,” Tony complained.

“Might I suggest you start with rings,” Friday said dryly.

“You take care of those, I have to call Peter,” Tony said as he let his head fall back for just a moment. A headache was building but it was his own fault for not watching what he said better. And he did love Peter, in his own way, so what was a little marriage between friends?

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khalixascorner · 2 years ago

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Spider Sniffles

Summary: When Peter nearly passes out at Tony's feet, he knows something is wrong. His little spider doesn't get sick often but the Dom is quick to take care of him. And when it turns out that it could be something else, Tony's protective instincts come out to play.

Tags: Sick fic, Sick Peter Parker, SIM tony, Mafia AU, Mafia Boss Tony Stark, BDSM, Dom Tony Stark, Sub Peter Parker, Peter was still Spider-man, Implications of violence, villain iron man, Darkish Tony, Dark Tony Stark, Human Experimentation all off screen though, Morally Grey Peter Parker, Tonys totally soft for Peter though, No Smut, just soft kisses, Aged-Up Peter Parker

Read on AO3 Here or down below

Special thanks to @sausageg for the beautiful art, and @the-mad-starker for betaing.

Peter knelt at the Superior’s feet, struggling to stay upright as his head throbbed and his senses flared. Everything ached and it was all he could do to bite back his whimpers as he waited for his Dom to finish his business for the day.

“Peter?”

Peter blinked, turning his face up towards his Dom. There was a look of concern on the man’s face as Peter stared, waiting for instruction.

“Did you not hear me call you?” Tony asked as he slid a hand under Peter’s chin and turned his head side to side.

“I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t,” Peter replied softly, his eyes automatically dropping with embarrassment. He had been so good lately for his Sir, and here he was ruining it now because he couldn’t focus.

“Are you feeling alright, Pet?” Tony asked, and tears welled in Peter’s eyes suddenly.

Honestly he felt miserable but he also just wanted to be good and not be a burden. His throat felt tight and nothing came out when he tried to answer, so he settled for just shaking his head.

“Oh Pet.” His Dom sighed and he must have signaled JARVIS to run a scan because he was suddenly engulfed in blue light. “What’s the damage, J?”

“High fever and physiological signs of distress indicative of a severe sinus infection coupled with a cold,” JARVIS replied. “Though given his immune system, it must be a fairly strong infection to have taken hold and overcome his enhancements.”

“Alright, have Pep take or cancel my last few meetings,” Tony said, and Peter whimpered. “Nope, none of that. You’re going to the medbay so Dr. Cho can confirm J’s diagnosis, and then straight to bed with you.”

“Yes, sir,” Peter croaked. He tried to stand but his head spun, causing him to stumble and collapse back to the floor. Or rather he would have if his Dom hadn’t caught him, sweeping him up in a bridal carry.

Peter was in and out of it as he was taken to Dr. Cho. She ran her own tests and then gave Tony orders for Peter’s care, including the custom medicines she had designed when Tony had taken Peter as his sub. He took them without complaint, then slipped back into the dazed state from before.

It had been a long time since he had been sick, and he had almost forgotten just how miserable it was. Really all he wanted was to curl up in bed and snuggle with his dom, or barring that, a nice stuffie would do the trick.

“Alright, easy there, Pet,” Tony murmured, and Peter was confused as to why his Dom sounded so gentle and almost worried. “I know this is miserable, but it’ll be ok.”

As Tony spoke, he wiped Peter’s face, and the sub realized he’d been crying. That only made him cry more as he buried his face in Tony’s chest and whimpered. This really was the worst.

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Tony frowned as his sub grew more distressed. His little spider had toughed his way through injury and punishment with no problem, but getting sick was apparently a whole different situation. It was also worrying how quickly he had declined, as JARVIS saw no indication of illness even last night.

“J, check for anything suspicious with Peter’s food or anyone that interacted with him,” Tony said as he tucked Peter into their bed. He sat beside him, gently carding his hand through the sub’s hair. “It’s unusual enough for there to be a bug strong enough to overcome his system but no one else is sick. He’s been in the tower at my side without being exposed to even a sniffle.”

“Right away, sir,” JARVIS replied.

Tony hoped he was wrong, that it was just a virus that Peter was exposed to, but the more he thought about it, the more his gut told him this was on purpose.

“J, get Cho and Brucie Bear up here asap,” Tony said, his mind racing faster and faster as hundreds of scenarios ran through his head. “Tell them to bring their medical equipment.”

“Message delivered, sir, they’ll be here shortly.”

Tony forced himself to sit with Peter instead of pacing, constantly monitoring the sub’s breathing and other vitals even as he soothed him.

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Peter’s fever was already climbing by the time Cho and Bruce arrived.

“Take whatever samples you would for poisons and biochemical attacks,” Tony ordered as they came in. “His fever is rising quickly and this came on way to fast to be natural.”

Cho looked like she wanted to argue but she still got to work with Bruce grabbing what they needed, as well as increasing the dose of meds Peter was already on.

“I’ll have J stream his vitals to medbay,” Tony said as they were heading out. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

“If this isn’t natural, we’ll figure it out,” Bruce promised, and Tony nodded in response. They would figure it out and Peter would be fine. And if for whatever reason he wasn’t, then Tony would rain literal hellfire down upon whoever did this.

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As Cho and Bruce ran test after test, Tony grew more worried. Peter’s fever continued to climb and the sub became more and more delirious and clingy as it did.

“Please, sir, please,” Peter croaked as he curled tightly in a ball. “It hurts.”

“I know, Pet,” Tony said, running his fingers through Peter’s hair. “The doctors are working on it, I promise.”

“Sir, his temperature is reaching unsafe levels,” JARVIS said suddenly, and Tony frowned.

“What do Bruce and Cho recommend?” Tony asked, standing.

“A tepid bath or water misters with fans are the most viable options since he is no longer responding to medication,” JARVIS replied. “Dr. Banner suggests the tepid bath first given how quickly he has deteriorated. He also asked me to inform you that you were right, sir. There is a very odd strain of something currently attacking Mr. Parker’s immune system, and it doesn’t look natural.”

“Any luck on finding how he was exposed?” Tony asked as he stripped Peter of his remaining clothes. “Also start the water, J.”

“I have not yet found the time of infection and have expanded my search to the day before yesterday to see if perhaps it simply had a longer incubation period,” JARVIS replied. “And the bath is already ready, sir.”

“Very well, let me know when you find anything,” Tony said, stripping his own clothes off as well. “Have Cho and Bruce alert me the minute they have anything as well.”

“As you wish, sir.”

With that, Tony picked Peter up and started heading for the bath. This was likely going to be unpleasant for the little spider, and Tony wasn’t looking forward to it either.

Peter wasn’t aware of much beyond the heat and pain until something cold shocked his system. He tried to fight and get away but strong bands held him firm while a deep voice rumbled in his ear. The pain and fugue was too consuming to understand what the voice was saying, but still it made him feel safe and he relaxed into it as much as he could.

Slowly the pain faded, replaced by a bone deep fatigue. Someone kept talking to him, a low murmur but he couldn’t understand anything, and he couldn’t get his eyes to open either.

Pain spiked and leveled then spiked again before finally unconsciousness overtook him.

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Tony didn’t panic, not since he became Superior and all of his body’s functions were regulated. However, even he would admit he felt something akin to it when Peter collapsed in his arms in the tub.

“J, call Bruce now and get me another scan,” Tony barked out, his hands automatically supporting his sub. “Is it safe to take him out of the tub?”

Light engulfed them as JARVIS scanned Peter, reading out the biometrics.

“His temperature is still too high, sir,” J concluded. “Dr. Banner recommends remaining in the tub until he arrives.”

The minutes ticked by and Tony felt the frustration build at his helplessness.

“Anything yet on determining how this happened?” Tony asked sharply. JARVIS was too used to his moods to take offense though.

“I believe I may have found something, sir, but I am backtracking the movements of the individuals in question first to confirm,” JARVIS replied, and Tony grinned sharply at the unimpressed tone. J had taken a liking to Peter early on, if only because of how much stress he helped Tony work out. Thus the AI had made it his side objective to keep Peter healthy and happy in order to keep Tony satisfied as well.

“Show me,” Tony demanded as Bruce finally arrived.

The doctor took one look at Peter before grabbing a towel.

“We need to get him to Medbay, now,” Bruce said and Tony nodded. He handed Peter over reluctantly, reminding himself that there was no one better when it came to the squishy sciences and medicine.

“I’ll meet you down there,” Tony said as he grabbed his own towel to get dried. Bruce nodded and then was out the door leaving Tony to return to his task of determining who did this and how. “Bring the logs up, J, let me see who did this to my Pet.”

“Queued and ready for you, sir,” JARVIS replied, a series of screens popping up in front of him. Tony sneered when he realized who it was, already sending out the Legion to capture those who dared to touch what was his. He’d let them stew while Peter fought whatever it was, and then, when he knew the full cost of their transgressions, he take his payment from them.

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Peter woke to dimmed lights, the hum of equipment, and just a faint hint of disinfectant. His mind had no problem placing the room, as he had spent a fair bit of time here when Tony had first found him. It had been a learning experience for everyone when the bright lights, loud noises, and overly strong smells kept sending him into sensory overloads. Finally though, someone had caught on and they had created a safe haven for him to recover. Tony had saved him then, and continued to save him after, helping him heal from torture at the hands of villains that didn’t care if Spider-Man was an 18 year old orphan who just wanted to help people.

Tony had already used extremis on himself when Peter had met him, but he hadn’t had full control of the city yet. He claimed it soon after, ruling the underground with an iron fist. Peter continued as Spider-man, but it felt weird when the criminals started running away without even trying to fight.

It took him getting shot to realize what was going on. Or rather, him getting shot and the bad guy’s friend yelling at them that he was insane because Spider-Man was under Iron-Man’s protection. Peter had collapsed, only to wake up in the medbay again, the room set up for him as if he had never left.

He had wanted to be mad, to yell at Tony for taking over and controlling everything, including his work as Spider-Man. But when he woke up and found the older man standing vigil at his bedside looking disheveled, Peter found that he couldn’t stay angry. Tony had lost so much and had so little that he actually cared about, so Peter understood being protective of his precious people, even if he didn’t agree with his methods.

It had been so easy to let Tony explain away his decisions in the beginning. Peter had always looked up to the man, and he’d also believed that authority figures were trustworthy. Finally though, Peter was forced to confront the truth. Tony wasn’t a good person anymore, and Peter was so in love, so happy kneeling at his feet, that he didn’t care.

There had been an adjustment period, and Peter had been reckless a few times, which was why Tony always kept this room ready for him. Plus, it was kitted out with everything Tony would need to stay with him if something happened. Like the comfortable chair his lover was currently dozing on.

“J, what happened?” Peter asked quietly, trying not to wake Tony.

“You were poisoned with a compound specifically meant to target your immune system,” JARVIS replied, equally soft. “The compound has been neutralized and your natural healing abilities have already begun repairing any damage. Sir has also already captured the ones responsible.”

“I’m not normally the one they go after with poison,” Peter couldn’t help but muse.

“Indeed,” JARVIS agreed. Then the AI seemed to hesitate before continuing. “Based on what data I can find, they seem to have taken issue with the disappearance of Spider-Man.”

“I haven’t been Spider-Man in years though,” Peter said with a frown. “Why come after me now?”

“Because they found a new Spider-Man and didn’t want to compete with you.”

Peter flinched at the cold anger in Tony’s voice. It always meant death and blood for those who had stirred his ire.

Then the words actually sunk in and he turned to Tony, incredulous.

“How could they possibly have a new Spider-Man? I killed the spider that bit me,” Peter said, confused.

“Apparently, Oscorp still had some spiders sitting around,” Tony retorted and Peter frowned.

“That’s not good,” Peter said, biting at his lip. His transformation hadn’t been pleasant and he’d survived it by pure luck. It definitely wasn’t something that people should be trying to replicate.

“Honestly, I thought I had shut them down fully, but apparently not. I’ll take care of it though,” Tony assured him, and Peter relaxed back against the bed with a sigh. “And in the meantime, you shall be on bedrest. That poison was unfortunately close to something truly deadly. Capishe?”

“Yes, sir,” Peter replied, tilting his head up for a kiss. Tony walked over and placed one gently on his lips.

“Bruce and Cho are on their way now. They’ll check you over for me. I have a punishment to dole out in the meantime,” Tony murmured to him. “Be a good boy and rest, my love. I’ll come back for you and take you home tonight if Cho approves.”

“You promise?” Peter asked in a quiet voice. He hated seeming too needy or weak, but when he got sick it was always so hard not to want his Dom around.

“I promise, pet,” Tony said, petting his head. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Ok, be safe then,” Peter murmured back. Tony drew him in for one last kiss, then strode out of Peter’s room.

The sub sighed and resigned himself to waiting while the Dom did what he felt was necessary. Cho and Bruce didn’t leave him alone long before bustling in to run test after test. Exhaustion crept in and he found himself falling asleep again.

He wasn’t sure how much later it was when something jostled him. His eyes fluttered open just long enough to see Tony above him before he let them drop closed again.

“That’s right, pet, just rest,” his Dom murmured, and Peter tried to bury his face against the older man. The sharp scent of iron clung to Tony, and Peter whined sleepily only to be shushed. “Just put up with it for a little, pet.”

Peter huffed but drifted back off as he was carried gently out of the medbay and back up to their rooms. Tony handled him with the utmost care that warmed Peter’s heart. He was nearly back asleep when Tony placed him carefully on their bed. The older man ran his hands through Peter’s hair but didn’t join him on the bed itself.

“T’ny?”

“Rest, pet,” Tony said firmly. “I’ll join you soon enough. Just need to clean up first.”

Peter made a curious noise and Tony chuckled.

“Let’s just say I may have gotten a little messy while making an example of them, but I’m pretty confident that no one will be dumb enough to try that again,” Tony said. “My little spider is off limits.”

Peter knew he shouldn’t encourage Tony’s more violent streak, but at the same time he couldn’t help but love knowing that Tony treasured him so much. Even if it meant that sometimes he’d kill in Peter’s name. If Peter was honest, he’d kill for Tony too.

#khalixa writes #starker #tony stark/peter parker #sim!tony #mafia au #villain tony stark #sickfic #or maybe something else #mind the tags #sfsummerbingo22

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khalixascorner · 2 years ago

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So not sure I'll do anything with it but saw an incorrect quotes where Peter was like, tell the bad guys to stop praying for my downfall because they've got it. And I know the author probably meant it as funny but my brain could help but poke at it.

Like what if after Thanos, Tony survives but Peter still faces trial after trial without really ever recovering. But May and everyone just keep pushing him to be Spider-Man because people are counting on him especially with Cap out of commission and Tony missing an arm.

Sam and Bucky are off doing their thing with the military, and Wanda is who knows where so he's left to shoulder the burden, practically alone, as the face of modern superheroes and the leader of the next generation of Avengers. And Tony's his lifeline, supporting him and handling as much of the media crap he could, because Peter's still in HS and you can't really get an away program because you have a secret identity.

But eventually it's too much and Peter just ....collapses. He folds like a house of cards after an interview gone wrong where they go after him for what happened with Mysterio maybe or something else. He's 18 (only because they made him repeat an entire year of HS because of the snap), and doesn't even know if Tony's going to be able to fix the whole MIT thing, and everything is his fault.

Tony finds him curled in a ball crying, and after talking him down from the ledge, realizes the kid needs a break, like a real break. He and Pep are separated and doing the whole co-parenting thing anyway, so it's easy to carry Peter to a jet (and when had he gotten so light), and fly away to a remote location with only an AI and the bots.

May fights it at first but after the first time Peter lashes out and breaks things/ hurts himself, May steps back, because Tony's clearly prepared for a super human meltdown and their little apartment in Queens is most definitely not.

Tony tries to keep any codependency from developing but frankly he's old and lonely and Peter's desperate for someone that doesn't need or want anything from him. Maybe even just for release, someone to tell him what to do and make the choices so he doesn't have to.

And when they finally come home, Peter is smiling again, back at a healthy weight, but he moves in with Tony and stays there. Friday keeps him on a strict schedule, and he goes to Columbia or does MIT virtually but it's Tony he reports to and Tony who absolves him of guilt when being Spider-Man goes wrong. When the guilt eats him up, it's Tony who puts him on his knees and says I decide if it was bad or not, and helps Peter find solid ground again.

Peter confesses his fear to Tony, a few years into their relationship. That the man will die and Peter will follow shortly after because he can't do this without Tony anymore. So Tony digs through his old files, and starts with Cho and extremis, anything to extend his current life. And then he makes a back up. A fully developed AI version of him that could interface with the suits. Just in case plan A fails.

@monster-cock69 this seems up your alley, want a project 🤣

#starker #tony stark #peter parker #khalixa writes #Dom/sub dynamics #mental health issues Peter #unhealthy dependency to fix it #to write or not to write

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khalixascorner · 1 year ago

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Sorry it took so long, I hope you enjoy! @starker-eternity @winterspiderpurrs

#starker #khalixa writes #tony stark/peter parker #sim!tony stark #mind the tags

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khalixascorner · 2 years ago

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Another lovely commission by @sausageg for my fic A Debt Paid In Soul. The fic is NFF so proceed with caution if you choose to read it.

Link to work here

#Starker #hybrid au #khalixa writes #tony stark/peter parker #mafia au #mafia boss tony #serval Peter #Black Tiger Tony #Alpha tony #omega Peter #omegaverse

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khalixascorner · 2 years ago

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This was a commission that @sausageg did for me. It's part of the Into the Fire universe (though many chapters down). I was going to wait to share until I got to that point but their art is too good not to share.

You can read the first chapter of Into the Fire Here on AO3, but mind the tags. It starts off quite dark but will eventually get happy about 7-8 chapters in.

#starker #khalixa writes #tony stark/peter parker #light academia #mafia au #tony stark #peter parker #sausageg makes such pretty art you guys #I commissioned so many pictures for my fics #gonna share them 1 a day

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khalixascorner · 3 years ago

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Doctor's Orders

Summary: Omega Peter's stress levels have gotten so high that it's starting to affect his physical and sexual health. His primary doctor prescribes sexual release as the treatment, but Peter struggles to reach his orgasm. So he goes to see a specialist, Dr. Stark, to take care of his issue.

Based on this post by @monster-cock69

Read on AO3 here

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Tony, Omega Peter, Intersex, intersex omega, Vaginal Fingering, med kink, Smut

Dr. Stark was a specialist. A specialist of a specialist even, because most doctors who specialized in omegas had secondary roles in pediatrics or maternity, but not Dr. Stark. He specialized in Omegas and their heat cycles, along with Omegan sexual health.

Peter had been lucky to get in with him so quickly. Dr. Strange had referred him after stress from school and finals especially had made it hard to eat, delayed his heat, and made any relief impossible for Peter to find with or without a partner. Peter was terrified something was seriously wrong but Dr. Strange had assured him that Dr. Stark would be able to help him.

Still he couldn't help but feel a little nervous as he waited in the lavish patient room. It was decorated well beyond what Peter ever thought he’d see, but Dr. Stark also took pro bono cases for Omegas in financial situations like Peter’s.

Before he could work himself up too much, there was a firm knock on the door, and then Dr. Stark was letting himself in.

“Mr. Parker, I presume?” Dr. Stark asked, and Peter nodded shyly. “Alright, let’s get straight to it then. My colleague referred you to me because you’ve been having trouble reaching completion, which in turn is causing you a great amount of distress. Would you agree with that assessment?”

“Ye-yes sir,” Peter stuttered. He wasn’t normally so nervous around alphas but Dr. Stark exuded dominance like the Alpha Doms he’d seen in porn. It was nerve wracking despite the fact that the doctor hadn’t done anything yet.

“No need to be nervous or embarrassed, Mr. Parker,” Dr. Stark said, his tone noticeably gentler. “I’m just here to help.”

“But what if you can’t help me?” Peter whispered, terrified of the answer.

“I won’t give up if you don’t, and I have yet to have a patient I wasn’t able to help,” Dr. Stark responded firmly. “It might take unconventional methods, and it’s going to require that you trust me to do what’s right for you, but I promise we’ll get this figured out.”

Peter nodded, his eyes glued to the floor as his hands picked at his clothes nervously. He heard Dr. Stark sigh and then hands were gently pulling his face up, forcing him to look at the alpha.

“I mean it, Peter, I will fix this,” Dr. Stark said. Peter blinked away tears and nodded. The alpha seemed so confident and sure. He could only hope he was right.

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The first thing Tony always did with a new patient was find out what had already been tried. It was embarrassing and uncomfortable for every omega at first, but typically, it was easy to spot what the problem was just from their history. Whether they weren’t leaning enough into their sexual preferences or were on the spectrum for ace/aro, Tony had become the expert at determining the source of their frustration and then how to manage it. Sometimes, that meant new toys or positions to try. Other times, it meant meds to help their bodies remain healthy without any pressure for sex.

Peter Parker was an anomaly. The boy had quickly made it clear that he had tried sex with partners of every secondary gender, in a variety of positions, and even during heat, only to find little to no relief.

“Mr. Parker, I must say, you’re one of the first Omegas I’ve had where the problem wasn’t immediately apparent, but that just means we’re going to get creative,” Tony said, giving the kid a reassuring grin. “Now, do me a favor, clothes off and hop up on the table for me, will you? I’d like to do a physical to make sure everything is in working order before we start exploring therapy options.”

The omega hesitated for only a moment before stripping off his clothes and climbing onto the table.

“If you’re uncomfortable, I can call one of the beta nurses in,” Tony offered but the boy quickly shook his head. That wasn’t uncommon. Most people were barely comfortable with Tony knowing they had problems, let alone more people from the office. “Alright, I’m going to check your physical responses to stimuli, so just relax, close your eyes, and try to feel.”

Tony waited for the boy to follow his instructions, then waited a few moments longer until the tension slowly eased.

“I’m going to touch your foot now,” Tony said softly before reaching out. The omega still jumped a little, but he soon relaxed under Tony’s soft massage.

To an outsider, what Tony was doing would just look like a relaxing rub down, but he was actually looking for sensitive spots that triggered a reaction in the Omega, whether squirming or slicking. Anything that might indicate sexual or sensual pleasure.

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Peter had jumped at the doctor’s first touch, but the more the doctor touched him, the more he relaxed. The hands on his legs felt nice until they reached his thigh, and then he had to fight not to push into the alpha’s touch. Dr. Stark must have noticed though because his hands paused.

“It’s important to let your body react however it wants to, Peter,” Stark said softly. “I need to know that you’re able to feel pleasure properly.”

Peter nodded and the hands continued. This time, Peter didn’t stop himself from sighing and pushing into the hands.

“There we go, you’re doing excellent,” Stark said.

The doctor’s hands continued up his body, making him giggle a little as they hit sensitive spots before making him gasp and squirm as his nipples were teased. Peter felt hot all over and more turned on than he had managed to get in the last few months, but it still wasn’t enough, and he whimpered pitifully.

“Don’t worry, little omega,” Dr. Start said, hushing him and petting his curls. “I’ll make sure you feel good at the end too.”

Hands pushed his legs up, putting his holes on display, and Peter couldn’t stop the whines that slipped out as Dr. Stark teased the outside of his cunt.

“You’re dry despite all of that,” Dr. Stark noted, his thumb rubbing carefully at the edges of his cunt. “Let’s see if we can’t stimulate it properly, but if not we’ll try a little omega lube to get you started. Sometimes you just need a little help.”

Peter sniffed and buried his face in his hands. He’d never had trouble getting wet until all of this started.

“No need to be ashamed,” Dr. Stark said as he toyed with one of Peter’s nipples again. “We just need to help your body remember what it needs to do.”

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Tony played with the Omega’s body while he continued to circle Peter’s cunt with a finger. When that didn’t work, he leaned over and started nibbling along Peter’s neck.

“Doctor?” The omega was breathless and unsure, and Tony rumbled to calm him.

“I’m just stimulating your mating glands a bit to see if we can help your poor dry hole along,” Tony said, licking along the flushed skin. “Alpha saliva is highly effective at generating a positive response.”

It was slow, but slick was finally starting to build. The alpha slid a single finger in, still nibbling on the gland and taking in the omega’s stuttered breaths.

“That’s it, such a good omega,” Tony whispered, and Peter shuddered against him. The alpha slid a second finger in, and the slick seemed to be coming a lot faster now. Each thrust of his fingers pushed the slick around, and the squelching sounds echoed in the room accompanied by high pitched gasps and whines.

Tony straightened, taking in the soft pink flush the had covered the omega’s pale skin and the dazed pleasure drunk look on his face.

“I’m surprised you haven’t come yet with how hard your little cocklette is,” Tony mused, noting the stream of precum practically spilling out. “Can you come like this for me, little Omega?”

Tony continued to stretch the omega, adding a third finger and watching as Peter’s cocklette spurted a little, but not nearly enough to be an orgasms.

“Alpha, more please,” Peter begged and Tony added a fourth finger. The sound of slick only grew louder as more and more dripped out and yet Peter still couldn’t seem to reach the relief he was looking for.

“Still not enough? That’s alright, I’m going to get a toy for you to try,” Dr. Stark said, and his hands briefly fell away.

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Peter lay panting on the examination table, eyes shut tight as he fought the urge to shove his fingers into his own cunt and prayed that the doctor would be able to make him come. The doctor pulled his legs open a little wider as he returned and Peter felt something rub against his cunt.

“Doctor, please,” Peter begged, desperate for relief.

“Be patient, Omega,” Stark said, not quite using his Alpha Voice, but with enough force behind it that Peter found himself stilling automatically. “Good boy.”

That made him shudder and whimper as Stark continued to toy with his hole instead of putting anything in. The silicon dragged against his sensitive skin, though it slid faster and faster as more of his slick coated it. Peter whined and moaned, hips thrusting up slightly against the toy.

Slowly, so slowly, Peter felt the toy push into his wet cunt. It was hard and cool but felt so good against the heat building inside. Peter moaned, trying to slide down onto it more only to be held down firmly by his pelvis. He writhed and rocked, pleasure pushed even higher by the toy. Yet, still, it wasn’t enough, and Peter started sobbing when he realized he’d find no completion again.

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Tony watched with interest as the Omega tried to fuck himself on the toy. It was on the smaller end, as good medicine dictated, but honestly, the poor thing seemed only more distraught and that panic would turn the libido off if he wasn’t careful.

“Calm, Omega,” Tony said, letting his Alpha Voice wash over the young man.

“Alpha, please, please, please.”

Tony debated grabbing a larger toy but as he pulled the small one out and started stretching the omega manually again, he realized the kid was so much more responsive to his hands than he had been the toy. Clearly, he would need an actual alpha for this, and for once, Tony was more than happy to oblige.

Without skipping a beat, Tony unbuttoned his coat and pulled his cock free from his pants, giving himself a few quick strokes to make sure he was ready. Then he slid Peter down the table so he was perfectly positioned for Tony to fuck right into.

“It’s ok, Omega,” Tony soothed. “Alpha’s going to take such good care of you.”

Tony took a moment to really take the boy in, struck by how beautiful he really was. When he had come in, the boy’s clothes had hid all of the soft curves and delicate features, but now they lay spread out before him like a feast.

He let his free hand slide along the omega’s leg as his other hand continued to stretch the boy, making sure he would be able to take him without causing any harm.

Finally he deemed everything ready and lined up his cock, pushing into the hilt in one firm thrust. The omega gave a garble moan and seized up around him, cum squirting from his little cocklette as the boy felt the relief that had been hanging just out of reach.

“Such a good Omega,” Tony murmured, continuing to fuck Peter through his orgasm. “That’s one, but I think we both know you’re going to need more than that.”

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Peter whimpered at Dr. Stark’s words, pliant in his hold as Stark kept rocking into him. The scent of sex, slick, and hormones clouded the air, and his own cries echoed in his ears as he felt slick coat his thighs. Pleasure rolled through him in never ending waves, all of his senses dialed up to 11.

Dr. Stark never let him go fully soft either, instead bringing him orgasm after orgasm until finally nothing came out. Only then did the alpha knot him, stuffing him full of cum and keeping him pinned until the knot fully deflated. Then the alpha stepped away, and Peter fought not to cry at the empty feeling both in his chest and in his cunt.

Dr. Stark must have realized it would happen though, because he was back a second later, plugging Peter’s wet hole up and gathering the Omega into his arms.

“You did so well,” Stark murmured, rumbling gently for Peter. “Such a good Omega for me, aren’t you?”

Peter nodded, already drifting off in the alpha’s warm embrace.

When he woke again, he was still curled against the Doctor, though the alpha was clearly working on paperwork as he held Peter tight against him.

“Ah, finally awake,” Dr. Stark said. “Good. How do you feel?”

“Tired still, but better than I have,” Peter replied.

“Excellent,” Dr. Stark said. “With that in mind, Dr. Strange ordered releases at least three times a week, and I’m afraid the method I used can’t be replicated with someone else, so we’ll have to set up a schedule. Which evenings work best for you? Also, we’ll need to make plans for your next heat, as you should definitely be under doctor supervision for it.”

Peter stuttered out his schedule and handed over his phone for the doctor to input his contact information and their appointments, though he felt some reservations.

“What’s wrong, Omega?” Stark asked.

“Do- do you do this for all of your patients?” Peter asked. A mixture of jealousy and anxiety ran through him at the thought of needing to compete with the many omegas Stark was likely to meet.

“No, just you, my sweet omega,” Stark said. “I use toys and other alphas on the rest, but you, you my darling omega, are a masterpiece. How could I not offer my full services to my Helen, my Venus. I’ll make sure to take such good care of you.”

Peter walked out of the clinic a bit later feeling giddy and lighter than he had in ages. Dr. Stark had promised he would take good care of him, and Peter couldn’t wait.

#khalixa writes #starker #tony stark #peter parker #tony stark/peter parker #nff #ABO #alpha tony stark #omega peter parker

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khalixascorner · 1 year ago

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Welp I was gonna be cutesy but it went smutty so smut under the break. TW for explicit smut, manhandling, and ass to mouth fucking because why not. Probably some not explicitly shown negotiated kink too.

"Should I have used olive oil since it's an Italian car? I wasn't sure."

Tony nearly has an aneurysm before he sees the smirk Peter's trying valiantly to hide.

"You little shit," Tony says as he grabs Peter in a light headlock. Peter laughs and twists away, slipping free only to return and put his arms around Tony.

"Should I be offended that you actually believed I would do that to your baby?" Peter asks, pressing a gentle kiss to Tony's lips.

"You're my baby," Tony murmurs, pulling Peter closer to him. "The car is just a project, albeit an expensive one that would have caused emotional distress if you had forced me to rebuild the engine again."

"Then I guess it's a good thing I gave it a proper oil change and even got the last new parts in too," Peter teases. "If anything, I think I deserve a reward."

"You know I'm always happy to give you rewards," Tony replies, his arms slipping under Peter's legs so that he can carry the younger man out of the lab.

He presses him against the elevator wall, kissing and nipping at Peter's throat as Friday automatically directs them to the penthouse. Peter moans, hands going to Tony's hair as he rubs himself on Tony.

"This what you wanted baby?" Tony asks as the door opens. "Wanted to pull me away from work just to take care of you? Should I just throw you over the arm of the couch since you're so desperate?"

Peter moans loudly at that, and Tony grins sharply as he changes direction, heading towards the couch instead of their room. He's not gentle as he manhandles Peter over the arm, pulling the thin t-shirt off and yanking down the kid's pants in a smooth movement.

Tony has to pause when he spots the red and gold jeweled plug in his lover's ass.

"Well well well, look at this pretty little thing. Looks like you got yourself all oiled too huh?" Tony asks, playing with the plug for a minute before carefully setting it aside. "Such a slutty baby after all."

"Yours," Peter whines. "Only slutty for you."

"I know baby, my good little slut," Tony reassures him. "And I'll take good care of you, don't you worry."

Tony doesn't even bother to remove his pants, unzipping just enough to pull his cock out before pushing it into Peter without warning. He knows his zipper and belt must be rough against Peter's skin but the kid only moans louder when Tony bottoms out again and again.

"Fri, get one of the drones, get some pictures for me will you," Tony says casually, playfully slapping at Peter's ass when the boy whimpers. "Want my slutty baby to see how he looks on my cock later. Maybe we'll have a home movie night too."

Peter is panting and moaning beneath him as the drones hover around them, recording everything in high definition as Tony continues to torment him, pressing in deeply only to pull back and thrust more shallowly.

"Hold yourself open for me baby, I want a good video of my cock filling you up," Tony orders when he feels himself getting close. Peter scrambles to obey and Tony ensures one of the drones has the perfect view as he fucks Peter harder now, not stopping until he's coming inside.

He pulls out slowly, cum dripping out for a moment until he pushes it back in and puts the plug back, drawing the sweetest sounds from his lover. He only gives Peter a moment to adjust before he grabs the kid's hair and pulls, forcing him off the couch and to his knees on the floor. Peter yelps in surprise but let's Tony position him as he pleases, even when it drags the kid's still hard cock against the couch and carpet.

"Look at this mess you made," Tony says as he puts Peter's face in front of his cum covered cock. "Clean it up before it ruins my suit."

Peter whimpers, but doesn't hesitate to shuffle forward, licking tentatively at Tony's cock.

"Any day now," Tony says, tugging Peter's mouth closer. The kid takes the hint and puts his mouth on Tony properly, sucking gently on the softening cock.

Tony sighs at the warm sensation, and he loosens his grip to pet Peter's hair. Still he doesn't close his eyes as he watches Peter squirm with need even as he tries to focus on the task Tony has given him.

"What's the matter, slutty boy of mine?" Tony asks with a smirk. "Was my reward not enough for you? Here I thought I gave you exactly what you wanted."

Peter whined around the cock in his mouth but didn't pull back, so Tony gave him another soft pet.

"I suppose you have been very good though," Tony muses out loud.

He glances around, looking for just the right thing when he spots the pillow on the end of the couch. Mind made up, he grabs it and drops it so it is resting against one of his legs.

"You can rub yourself against that while you finish cleaning me up," he tells Peter, knowing it would be too rough just like his pants had been but loving that Peter will fuck himself against it anyway. "Not a drop on my suit though, or you'll regret it."

Peter shuffles forward carefully, clearly heeding the warning as he made sure his cock wasn't near Tony's suit. He started rutting slowly at first, but then more vigorously as Tony tightened his grip on Peter's hair and pushed his head down until he had taken all of Tony's cock. His baby liked a little pain, and Tony was always happy to oblige.

Peter's muffled moans and gasps nearly had Tony getting hard again as the kid finally came against the pillow. His body jerked and twitched, but Tony held tight so Peter kept Tony's cock in him the whole time. Only when the shudders and whimpers had eased did he pull out, rubbing his spit slick cock against Peter's face to dry it.

Peter was a wreck, his face red and covered in spit, and Tony couldn't help but direct a drone to get another picture before he finally tucked himself away.

"That's my slutty baby," Tony says fondly, grabbing Peter's shirt off the ground to wipe his boy's face, and cock clean.

Tony managed to get Peter mostly cleaned and tucked into bed before heading back to work. He had Friday keep a video window open just in case Peter needed him, and had made sure to leave a snack on the nightstand as well. After all, his baby could be very needy and Tony always gave him what he needed.

Peter telling Tony he took charge and changed the oil on the car Tony was just not getting the chance to work on and then asking if he should have used olive oil instead of vegetable oil

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