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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.

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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?

[khalixascorner]

This is why my spreadsheet cries.

I am useless

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Khalixa

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Foundations Pt 3

Summary: After agreeing to let Tony take care of him, they have to establish the foundations of this strange new dynamic. Peter stumbles a bit along the way, but Tony's there to catch him. Part 2 of the Priorities Series.

Tags: Slow Burn, Like so slow it's glacial, Still technically pre slash here, Platonic BDSM, for now, Dom Tony Stark, Sub Peter Parker, Friday and Karen gossip

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The first week in Tony’s care passed quickly as his classes piled more and more on as finals got closer. His morning texts to Tony were often short and done as he literally ran out the door with whatever he had grabbed for breakfast in his mouth. Their night time calls had been casual so far, with Tony just asking how his day went and letting Peter ramble about his classes. 

When Friday afternoon finally came around, he stumbled out of his last class ready to collapse. If he were honest with himself, he wasn’t even sure how he got back to his apartment, but once he did, he stumbled to the couch and collapsed across it. Peter knew he should get some food but a mental review of his kitchen left him disheartened. Everything he had left would need to be cooked and he just… couldn’t.

May had always joked about him needing life skills so that he wouldn’t starve at college, but it really felt like he needed two of himself. How was he supposed to find the time to cook and clean while drowning in homework? He hadn’t been out as Spider-man in over a week and he still felt like he’d gone four rounds with the rhino. 

He groaned and buried his face in the pillow, ignoring the familiar gnawing in his gut to sleep instead. 

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His phone woke him, and he groaned, wanting to ignore it but also knowing that only a few people used it and none of them were people he could ignore. 

“-lo?” Peter mumbled, yawning again. 

“Hey kid, didn’t realize you were going to sleep early,” Tony said with a chuckle. “Though your bed may be more comfortable.”

Peter looked confused until he realized his phone was still on 3-d video mode, and Tony was getting a stream courtesy of Friday. 

“Wa-wasn’t going to bed,” Peter said with a yawn. “Just needed a nap.”

“Did you eat dinner yet?” Tony asked and Peter flushed. 

“Not yet, sir, but that’s next on the list,” Peter said, and even as he did, he knew he’d have to get something because he didn’t want to lie to Tony. The guilt would eat away at him even more than it already did. 

“Alright, well just eat and then text me when you’re heading to bed,” Tony said, and Peter nodded, his head already dropping back to the couch. “Food first, Spiderling.”

With that, Tony closed the stream and Peter groaned but stood. He managed to find a large chocolate chip muffin and a string cheese and decided that was good enough. He was so hungry but so tired too that it was hard to choke it down before brushing his teeth and heading to bed properly. 

Hey just letting you know I ate, and I’m going back to sleep. Have a good night sir.

He was asleep before he could even read Tony’s reply.

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Tony had been mildly concerned when his nightly chat with Peter had started with the younger man collapsed on the couch. It had multiplied when Peter said he hadn’t eaten and Tony could easily read the evasive look he got after that. He wasn’t sure why the kid was lying but his gut told him something was wrong. Of course, Pepper always said that was just his anxiety and PTSD talking, but what did that one shrink know anyway?

“Fri, be a dear and check in with Karen,” Tony said without hesitation. “How’s our little spiderling doing?”

There was a moment of delay and then screens began popping up around him. As he took them in, he frowned.

“Karen states that while Peter is sleeping more, he is still not consistently getting the 6 hours you requested of him,” Friday said. “She also noted that he is definitely still not getting enough calories.”

Tony frowned, his mind already jumping to a million solutions though without knowing the cause, he couldn’t be sure which solution would work. The one thing he could do was gather data.

“Fri, run me up a Stark fit but let’s figure out how to get Karen on it,” Tony said with a sigh.

“Anything else you’d like on it?” Friday asked and Tony thought about it before programming a ton of specific variables to track Peter’s vitals as well as key statistics.

It took most of the night, but Tony was pleased with the final result.

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Peter woke to the smell of bacon cooking and eggs sizzling. It was a little concerning that he hadn’t woken to any of the other noises that must have preceded the smell, but he was too hungry to care as he followed his nose to the kitchen. 

It felt a little like deja vu to see Tony in his apartment again but he just shook his head and took a seat at the table. The man would tell him why he was there soon enough, and in the meantime, it was too early to be worrying about anything else. 

“Good morning to you too, kid,” Tony teased as he dropped a full plate of food in front of Peter. 

“Sorry, sir, still not quite awake yet,” Peter mumbled as he started eating. 

“Don’t worry, I remember Finals week,” Tony said, waving it off with a chuckle. “Don’t think I managed more than a few words before my third cup of coffee.”

Peter wasn’t listening at that point though. He had tasted the first few bites, then couldn’t help it as he practically inhaled the rest. 

“Easy there, kid, don’t want you to choke,” Tony said as he refilled Peter’s plate before sitting down with one of his own. 

Peter grunted in response as he kept eating, only sitting back to look at the older man when he was finally done.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize how hungry I was,” Peter said with a flush. “Thank you for cooking breakfast for me, Mr. Stark.”

“Not a problem, kid,” Tony said, waving it off. Then the older man sat back and just looked at Peter. 

“I didn’t know you’d be stopping by this weekend,” Peter said after the silence became too much.

“Thought I would surprise you,” Tony replied dryly. “Because despite your assurances that things have been going okay, Karen expressed some concerns to Friday about whether you were sticking to the rules.”

“What? But I’ve been eating and sleeping,” Peter said, hurrying to defend himself. “I swear it, Mr. Stark, I didn’t lie to you, sir.”

“The way you attacked breakfast says otherwise,” Tony said pointedly and Peter flushed. “How much did you actually eat yesterday?”

Peter couldn’t bring himself to answer, because he knew Tony wouldn’t think it was enough. 

“Kid, you have to eat,” Tony said patiently. “You’re going to get sick or worse if you keep not taking care of yourself.”

Peter flushed, guilt making his stomach clench and his eyes water even as Tony himself offered no judgment for his mistake. He’d only been given three things to do and he couldn’t even do that right. 

“Why aren’t you eating more, Pete?” Tony pressed when Peter didn’t-couldn’t- respond. “Did you not like what I had delivered?”

“I- no, I’m not picky, sir, I promise, I just-” Peter went an even brighter shade of red as the embarrassment built. He didn’t want to tell Tony the real reason he hadn’t been eating more, because it wasn’t a reason at all but an excuse and he knew it. Before he could spiral too far, he felt a hand land on his thigh and squeeze firmly.

“Come back to me, kid,” Tony said softly. “Deep breaths. You’re not in trouble, whatever the reason is ok. I just need to know what went wrong so I can fix it. This isn’t working, you’re not eating enough still clearly. Just- Let. Me. Fix. It.”

The words were firm, and rule #1 floated through Peter’s head now. He let out a shuddery breath then steeled himself for Tony’s disapproval.

“I don’t- I haven’t been making time to cook it,” Peter said. “I grabbed all the things that didn’t need cooking at the beginning of the week but after that ran out-”

Peter waited silently as Tony said nothing. His stomach clenched and the food he had been so quick to eat now sat heavily in his gut. 

“Ok kid, I’m not happy that you didn’t tell me that it was an issue, but that’s an easy fix,” Tony finally said, and Peter’s head shot up as he looked at the man. The older man gave him a gentle smile, and the tension slid right off of him. “You know, I do remember what it’s like, being a crazy busy college student. I wouldn’t have given you crap about saying that you needed easier to grab food in the next grocery order or something.”

“I just-everyone keeps saying how I have to be an adult now and I just, I feel like I’m failing,” Peter replied softly. “I can barely keep up with my classes and Spider-Man.”

“Look, some people are just good at having their shit together,” Tony said with a sigh. “And some of us have better things to spend our brain power on. Do you think that I cook all of my meals? Cooking for you is literally the only time I’ve cooked in months.”

“Some of us aren’t genius billionaires though,” Peter pointed out. He meant it to be light, a joke to ease the tension, but it came out exhausted. Because it was true, he wasn’t Tony, and he doubted his ability to be like Tony. 

“Peter, I need you to listen very closely right now. Engrave it on your soul even,” Tony said, grabbing both of Peter’s shoulders as Peter looked at him wide eyed. “You are brilliant, but you don’t owe anyone that brilliance. Even if the only thing you ever do with your life is what you’ve already done, you helped save the damn world. Retire if you want. Never be Spider-Man again, quit college, and let me take care of you until you’re old and grey, for all I care. You don’t have to be anyone but Peter Parker, and whoever that ends up being is good enough.”

Peter felt like his foundations had been completely shattered and the warm firm weight of Tony’s hands were the only anchors he had. 

For all of his life, it had been expectation after expectation. Be smart, be good, you have a responsibility to do something. Those mantras had been carved into who he was for so long that the idea that he would be anything but was anathema, so much so that even when he threatened to crumble beneath their weight, the idea of just discarding those words never even crossed his mind. 

The more he thought about it, though, the more it bothered him too.

“I don’t want to just be good enough,” he finally mumbled. “I want to do more and help people.”

“That’s good too, and I’ll support you the whole way, however I can,” Tony promised. “But you can’t compare yourself to me or anyone else while you do it. Don’t be the next Tony Stark, be the first Peter Parker. Because Peter Parker is an amazing person.”

“You’re the only one that thinks so,” Peter whispered, his mind immediately going to all of the people that had left him behind. If he was so amazing, they would have cared, would have stayed.

“Then that’s their loss,” Tony said firmly. Peter couldn’t help but snort a bit. 

“Aren’t you supposed to tell me that they do care or something?” Peter asked.

“Kid, I don’t pretend to know everything that goes on in everyone’s lives, so I honestly don’t know,” Tony said, his voice steady and calm. “That happens, you know. The people you thought had your back no matter what only have your back sometimes, and you just gotta accept the limitation of the relationship. But I’m telling you right now that the people who matter? The ones who stand by your side? They’ll have your back no matter what and time will make it clear where everyone falls.”

“Do you?” Peter asked, his voice wavered despite his efforts to keep it steady. “Do you have my back no matter what?”

“Yeah, kid,” Tony said with a heavy sigh. “For better or for worse, I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stark,” Peter whispered, leaning forward so that his forehead rested on the man’s shoulders. Tony wasted no time drawing him in for a proper hug, the older man’s hands running up and down his back gently.

“I got you, Pete,” Tony murmured. “It’s going to be ok now.”

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Tony didn’t know how long they stood there, but eventually, he led them over to the couch so he could hold Peter more comfortably. The kid made no move to pull away, only confirming Tony’s concerns about the touch starvation. Even the slightest bit of touch seemed to affect the younger man, and there wasn’t an easy way to fix that when Tony lived hours away.

Eventually, Tony pushed Peter gently upright, giving the Bambi eyed college student an encouraging smile.

“As much as I love a good cuddle, there’s something else I came here for,” Tony said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the box with the custom StarkFit. “This is for you, to help Karen keep an eye on you and also remind you to eat and do all of those things.”

Peter took the box and opened it, his eyes going wide at the plain silver band with a discreet screen. 

“What- what is it?” the kid asked.

“This is a modified StarkFit,” Tony said, lifting it out and showing Peter how to get it on and off. “Karen is linked in, there’s a microphone and speaker in case she needs to get your attention, as well as a miniature scanner to ensure she can keep track of your vitals. I want you to wear it anytime you’re not in the apartment, and preferably while you’re here too but I understand if you want to take it off.”

“You said it has a scanner?” Peter asked, eyeing the band. “Who monitors it?”

“Karen will watch the day to day and send summaries to Friday, though I’ll check in from time to time too, or if the girls alert me to anything off,” Tony said matter of factly. 

Peter once again wondered if something wasn’t wrong with him. Normal people would balk at such scrutiny, and maybe Peter should too but the only thing he felt was a warm feeling in his chest. Tony was willing to devote his time and resources to ensuring that Peter was well. He was the only one willing to do so it seemed, and Peter put the tracker on reverently. 

“Thank you,” Peter whispered, hoping Tony would understand because he didn’t think he could explain with words everything the tracker made him feel. It was a weird mix of safe, cared for, special, and the beginnings of something else. Something that was more and scary and something Peter wasn’t ready to face yet. 

“You don’t have to thank me, Pete,” Tony said, giving Peter a gentle smile. “I’ve got you now.”

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Later that night as he lay in bed, Peter couldn’t stop running his fingers over the Starkfit. It was odd feeling the small sensors as they took continuous readings when not wearing the spider suit, but Peter had no intention of saying anything to Tony. The gentle vibrations reminded him that Tony was there on the other end. Not even a phone call away now, just a single voice command.

“Karen, text Mr. Stark, please,” Peter said. “Let him know I’m heading to bed, and thank you again for today. Then tell him good night.”

“Message sent,” the AI informed him. Peter nearly jumped when his wrist vibrated a second later. “We’ve received a response. Would you like me to read it for you?”

“Yeah, sure,” Peter said with a snort. Of course Tony would link all of his devices.

“Mr. Stark says ‘Goodnight, kid. Stay out of trouble and expect a food delivery from the chef sometime tomorrow afternoon.’ Would you like to respond?” Karen asked.

“Yeah, tell him will do and thank you again,” Peter said, curling up under his blanket. He was asleep before Mr. Stark could respond again.

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I mean... If the shoe fits 💔😅🤷🏼‍♀️ it all works out in the end. Sorta. A little bit.

Although I will tag the angst first so there is that 😂

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Say it Loud(er) Pt 6

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.

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Read on AO3 Here Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Peter sighed as he sunk down onto the couch, finally showered and back in comfortable clothing. Tony had yet to show his face and Peter couldn’t ignore the pit in his stomach. He hadn’t meant to say all of that out loud, but a part of him couldn’t regret it either. 

“Peter, boss would like me to let you know that food is in the kitchen, so please help yourself,” Friday said suddenly.

“Alright, thanks, Fri,” Peter replied, feeling his heart sink further. He wasn’t particularly hungry, but he still wandered over to the kitchen. Tony had gone to the trouble of getting him food, and his enhanced metabolism would be unhappy if he skipped another meal today.

He made a plate and ate slowly, hoping Tony would eventually come to get his own food, but the man never showed. 

“Friday, would Tony like me to bring him a plate or something?” Peter asked, hoping that maybe he’d at least be able to see the man.

“Boss says don’t worry about it, Peter, he won’t be eating for awhile yet,” Friday replied. “He also said Spiderlings need their rest and should head to bed.”

Peter packed up the leftovers and headed for his room, his brain already imagining the articles that would be published after they officially broke up.

Fanboy too much as husband? 10 reasons why celebrities marrying fans is a bad idea or maybe Whirlwind romance over just as fast as Stark leaves young husband. 

He’d made such a fool of himself, and he was far too realistic to ever think that those same journalists wouldn’t throw his words back in his face when the divorce papers went through. 

Peter knew, he had always known, that his love for his mentor and friend would never go anywhere, and yet, the thought of signing divorce papers even for their fake marriage was beyond painful. It was selfish, but he didn’t want to give that claim Tony away. Of course, he was assuming that he hadn’t just destroyed their relationship as a whole. The older man had stood by him and forgiven so many mistakes over the years but Peter couldn’t help but wonder if he’d finally found the mistake Tony couldn’t forgive. 

“Peter, you appear to be distressed,” Friday said, startling Peter. 

“What? No, I’m fine,” Peter said, quickly wiping at his face when he realized there were tears running down his face. “It’s just a stress reaction. Long day and all, you know? I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? I can inform Boss-”

“No! Don’t bother him,” Peter said quickly. “I’m fine. Just- when he’s done with everything for the day, can you let him know that I’m sorry? About today, that is. I know I messed up the press thing.”

“I don’t think you have anything to apologize for, Peter,” Friday said gently. 

“Just- just tell him, please, Friday,” Peter said quietly. “Tell him I’m sorry about this whole mess, and I know he didn’t ask for that. I don’t expect anything- I just. Fuck, just tell him I’m sorry.”

“Very well, Peter,” Friday said after a pause. “I’ll let the boss know when he’s done for the night.”

If Peter didn’t know better, he’d say it was pity in her synthetic voice, but he quickly pushed the thought away. He was projecting, that was all.

Peter crawled into bed expecting to spend the night tossing and turning. Instead, he crashed quickly, the wear of the day taking its toll.

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Tony just needed a few minutes to process. That was what he told himself as he grabbed a shower and retreated to his office to make some calls. That was also what he told himself when he headed to the lab. It wasn’t unreasonable to need a minute to take it in when your fake husband confessed his undying love at a press conference without having the decency to warn you in advance. 

Each time Friday notified him of the time or of Peter eating and going to bed, he brushed it off. He couldn’t face the kid feeling like his whole world had been shaken up and tossed on the floor.

Tony entertained the idea that Peter was just a good actor but in his heart of hearts, he knew following that thinking would just push him into denial. That would only hurt both of them and he didn't want that. Plus, the kid was a terrible actor.

The look on Peter's face, the way he stared down the reporters and the way his voice shook with more emotion than Tony had ever heard from him. No, Peter had been telling the truth.

This wonderful boy– no, he was a man now- was truly and completely in love with him.

That being said, how did Tony feel about that? Peter would need a response or reassurances or something. And Tony didn’t know what to give him. What he could give him.

“Boss, it is nearly 4AM and per the Sleep is for Normal Humans Too protocol, I will be shutting down the lab in the next 15 minutes,” Friday said primly. The disapproval was especially strong and Tony frowned. It was the perfect distraction though so he pushed aside his thoughts for now.

“What’s with the attitude, Fri?” Tony asked, though he saved and closed his projects just in case. The AI could be vicious when she got a random spark in her circuits. 

“If you’re finished for the night?” Friday asked, ignoring Tony’s questions and causing him to look at the nearest camera seriously.

“Yeah, Fri, I’m done. Now, what’s got your servers in a twist?” Tony asked.

“Mr. Parker requested that I pass along a message when you were done for the night,” Friday said, and she immediately played the recording. Peter’s voice floats across the speakers.

“No! Don’t bother him. I’m fine. Just- when he’s done with everything for the day, can you let him know that I’m sorry? About today, that is. I know I messed up the press thing.”

Tony frowned at how thick Peter’s voice was, like he’d been crying. His heart ached at the sorrow he heard in his mentee’s voice when he apologized. 

“I don’t think you have anything to apologize for, Peter,” Friday responded gently in the recording, and Tony nodded in agreement. The kid hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Just- just tell him, please, Friday,” Peter said quietly. “Tell him I’m sorry about this whole mess, and I know he didn’t ask for that. I don’t expect anything- I just. Fuck, just tell him I’m sorry.”

Tony sighed and ran his hand over his face as he groaned. 

“Great, now I made the kid feel like shit too,” Tony grumbled. He’d really just wanted a minute, though if he was honest, the hundreds of minutes he’d taken hadn’t seemed to help.

Friday was silent but Tony could feel her judgment. She might have been an AI but she absolutely had favorites, and this just cemented that Peter was definitely her top person. 

“Is Peter awake, Fri?” Tony asked, heading for the elevator. 

“He appears to be sleeping, though it is very restless,” Friday responded so quickly that Tony did another double take.

“Fri, were you tracking his vitals?” Tony asked.

“Mr. Parker was distressed before bed and per the Night Light protocol, you wanted to be notified of any nightmares when he stays here,” Friday said matter of factly. “There is a high correlation between distress immediately before sleep and the presence of nightmares, so I have been keeping a close watch to ensure I am able to identify them quickly.”

“Laying it on a bit thick there, Fri?” Tony asked dryly. 

“I don’t know what you mean, Boss,” Friday replied innocently. “I’m just performing my duties as programmed. By you, I might add.”

“Betrayal, Fri, betrayal of the highest order,” Tony complained, though he didn’t bother hiding the grin on his face. His AIs were like his children and he loved seeing them grow. 

“If you say so, Boss,” Friday replied, having picked up her predecessor’s need to have the final word. 

Tony would have said more but the elevator opened and he saw a note sitting on the counter.

Made a plate for you before putting the leftovers away. It’s in the fridge so you can just heat it up whenever you’re ready to eat. If you don’t want it, that’s ok too. I’ll finish it tomorrow.

~Peter

Tony sighed as it really hit him. He had run away after a trying day, leaving Peter to work through his own aftermath without any support. That wasn’t how a mentor was supposed to act, let alone a friend or husband. And that was the crux of it, Tony realized. 

When he had called Peter someone he loved at the Senate hearing, he had meant it. Maybe not in the way Peter meant it, but the kid meant a lot to him. And sure, he had told the others he said husband because it was more defensible, but honestly, it was also what had first come to mind when he thought about his love for Peter.

Maybe it was because Peter had been so young when they had first met, but Tony had always been careful not to examine his feelings for the younger man too closely as they grew over the years. Peter always just fell in the box of those he considered his. But the one time he went with his instinctive response, it had been to lay claim to Peter. Not as a brother or a son, but as something so much more. The justifications for it came well after the decision to make the claim.

Peter had offered up all of himself to Tony, had placed his heart on a vibranium platter and said it was his. And damn if that did make Tony’s heart beat harder and his chest feel warm even as it felt tight and hard to breathe because somehow, without him realizing it, Peter had stolen his heart in return. He had become essential to Tony’s very existence and Tony could only pray to a higher power he didn’t even believe in that he could somehow convince the kid to a change of plans. Convince him that maybe a divorce shouldn't be in the works. Maybe they could actually be something and it could be real both on paper and off.

A small voice wondered if Peter would still want to try after Tony hurt him though. The younger man had confessed his love to Tony in front of the world and Tony had run away, freaking out without freaking out. Peter's love was surely made of stronger stuff but Tony couldn't take it for granted. He had to find out if the kid was willing to go for it and actually be with Tony and all his possible fuckups. Because the alternative was a reality Tony didn’t want to live in. 

With that in mind, he started towards Peter’s room, determination writ in every step.

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Peter wasn’t sure what had woken him at first. He only knew that his spidey sense wasn’t going off but that something had pulled him from his slumber.

“Hey kid, you coherent yet?” Tony’s voice asked, sounding amused even as a hand ran through his curls.

He grumbled and almost turned over to go back to sleep, but then the previous day’s events flashed through his mind.

“T’ny?” he mumbled, rolling towards the man instead. “S’mth’n wrong?”

“Yeah, yeah, there is,” Tony said softly, and Peter jolted up, worried there was an attack or something.

“Should I grab my suit?” Peter asked, already reaching for his phone even as Tony chuckled and waved him off.

“Sorry, Pete, not that kind of trouble, promise,” the older man said, giving Peter a gentle smile. “I just realized I owe you an apology. It was a crazy day, and I did what I normally do instead of making sure you were ok.”

“What? No,” Peter tried to marshal his thoughts while still shaking off the last remnants of sleep. “I’m the one that has to say sorry. I didn’t mean to just dump all of that on you, especially in front of everyone like that. And I know- I know you didn’t ask for this or anything, but I just want you to know I wasn’t lying. I-I love you, but that’s not your problem-”

Peter found himself cut off by a pair of warm hands on his face and lips pressing gently onto his own. His whole body lit up with warmth, and he was sure his face looked dopey as Tony pulled back.

“Gotta say, I thought I was the dramatic one, but you definitely one upped me there, Peter-Pie,” Tony said, his husky voice making Peter shiver. “You got one thing wrong though.”

Peter let out a strangled sound that Tony thankfully managed to interpret as a question.

“You’re the better half of this marriage,” Tony said, drawing Peter in for another soft kiss. “The best of all of us.”

“Does that mean we don’t have to get a divorce?” Peter asked, his heart pounding in his chest as his hands clutched at his blankets.

“No, no divorce,” Tony chuckled. “I actually put together a powerpoint about why we wouldn’t, so glad you’re agreeing without me needing to give the presentation.”

Peter let out a choked sound, not sure if he wanted to laugh or cry. 

“You mean it, right? You’re not lying?” Peter asked, needing to confirm it one more time.

“Promise, Pete, you’ve got me,” Tony said gently, reaching out to cup Peter’s cheek. “I know I hurt you by running away, and I’m so so sorry for that. But I promise I’ll do better. I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

“I-it wasn’t ok, but I forgive you,” Peter said softly. 

“How can I make it up to you?” Tony asked as he placed a gentle kiss on Peter’s nose. “I’d offer to tell the world, but we kind of already did that part.”

Peter snorted and rolled his eyes at the older man. 

“How about that date then?” Tony asked, his voice serious. 

“I thought you were worried about TMZ and stuff” Peter said with a mischievous look. He smiled brightly when Tony rolled his eyes before yanking him in for another kiss.

“Screw them. What do you think? Paris? Tokyo? Gotta start with a bang,” Tony said and Peter just shook his head.

“How about something a little closer to home?” He countered. “That way we can relax.”

“Star Wars and pizza night it is,” Tony replied, and this time Peter pulled Tony in for a soft kiss.

“Add in some lab time, and it sounds like the perfect day,” Peter whispered softly.

“That’s practically every day,” Tony retorted.

“Exactly.”

“Dates are supposed to be special,” Tony argued, though he didn’t seem particularly put out so much as confused. “You know, show you a good time, all that jazz. How am I supposed to woo you if you don’t want wooing?”

“You don’t need to woo me, Tony,” Peter said with a laugh. “I’m already madly in love with you. We just need to actually live together and do the other stuff to make sure we’re compatible.”

“Lies, no one is ever ok with just the boring stuff,” Tony said, and Peter sat up all the way, pulling Tony’s hands into his own.

“Tony, nothing is ever boring with you,” Peter said earnestly. “I love the lab and the bots, but I also love movie nights and when we finally have down time to just relax. I don’t need fancy dates or flashy things in order to stay. I just want you.”

“Ok, no, stop, you’re giving me heart problems,” Tony said, even as he pulled Peter in for a tight hug. “I’m at my quota for like the decade because you’re too much. What am I supposed to say to that? There’s no handbook on this.”

“You could just say ‘I love you too’ or something like that,” Peter teased. “Only if you’re ready though. Otherwise-”

“I definitely love you too,” Tony interrupted. “Pretty sure I admitted that on C SPAN by accident.”

“Then everything’s going to work out just fine,” Peter said confidently, enjoying the warmth of Tony’s body against his.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, neither trying to pull away as they soaked up each other’s presence.

“Stay with me tonight?” Peter asked softly. He felt Tony stiffen and quickly added, “Just to sleep. I’m still tired but I don’t want to let you go. Don’t want to wake up and realize it was just a dream.”

“Ok, kid, I can do that,” Tony said, dropping a kiss onto Peter’s head. “Just let me go get something more comfortable for sleeping on.”

Peter waited as Tony left, then returned a few minutes later in a worn shirt and comfortable pajama pants.

“Budge over,” Tony demanded, and Peter smiled as he made room. The older man wasted no time in drawing Peter back into his arms.

Peter relaxed into Tony’s warm arms, listening to the older man’s breathing grow more steady and his heart beat reassuringly. He drank in the view of Tony’s relaxed face, still in shock that he was getting his chance at a fairytale ending. Stardust reunited at last.

“Goodnight, Mr. Stark,” Peter said softly as he curled closer to his husband.

“Goodnight, Mr. Parker-Stark,” Tony replied, tightening his hold. Peter soaked in the affection before replying one last time.

“Just Stark. It’s better.”

“Bossy, I like it,” Tony replied with a yawn. “Fri, get on it.”

“Per the Normal Humans Need Sleep Too protocol, no new work may be added to the queue until you have slept for at least 5 hours,” Friday said, pointedly closing the shades and lowering the lights to 0%. “Peter is welcome to place the request though.”

“Please, Fri,” Peter asked with a chuckle. “Take care of it for me.”

“Of course, Peter,” Friday said smugly. “I’ll be happy to correct the oversight.”

"Betrayal, Friday," Tony whispered but clearly, it wasn’t a problem because he only snuggled Peter closer, undisturbed. Peter smiled and settled in and in moments, he fell asleep, warm and content, in his husband's arms.

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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

(AO3 Link)

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.

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.

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.

[khalixascorner]

@anonoctopus

[khalixascorner]

Debt Pain in Soul Epilogue 2

For the second day of Christmas, this author gave to thee: Epiiiiilooogguuueee two ~

Summary: Tony fully intends to go to the Parker residence simply to claim his latest acquisition, one Peter Parker. When he finds out Peter is in fact his soul mate, things change in ways Tony couldn't have planned or expected. Not that he's complaining. Instead of just another worker for his clubs, he found a smart sexy omega that he's going to keep for the rest of their lives. This is an omegaverse hybrid mob au with a different bingo prompt per chapter.

Tags: Mafia AU, Mob Boss Tony Stark, Soul Bond, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Hybrid AU, Serval Peter, Black Tiger Tony, Dub-con first time, Soulbonds made them do it, Lots of spice and smut, Some fluff too, Dark Tony Stark, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Intersex Omegas, Tony is not a nice person, except to Peter, mention of sex work, Human Trafficking, In that tony makes people pay off debt while working for him, and some of those people work in sex clubs, Size Difference, Tiny Peter, Large Tony, Mild milk kink, Breeding Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, stuffing kink, Size Kink, Tony loves how huge his cock is and making Peter take it, Nipple Play, I don't know, theres lots of omegaverse typical sex tropes, eventual kidnapping and rescue,mild angst but always with a happy ending

Read on AO3 Here Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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Ever since Peter had admitted to wanting more kits, Tony had been making plans. He had Bucky and Nat on the hunt for nannies to help with the older three, as well as more security for the penthouse. Pepper and Rhodey helped him schedule his meetings and business so that he’d have Peter’s heat free but also so that he could step away a bit during the pregnancy if he needed to. Tony hoped Peter would be spared any complications, but, just in case, he called the specialists and made sure they would be ready too.

When Peter’s heat hit, Tony had made arrangements with everyone. Well, everyone except Peter. The serval hadn’t mentioned it again, but Tony saw the longing glances now that he knew to look for them. Clearly his mate wanted more and was letting social pressure or something equally ridiculous hold him back. So Tony would remove every barrier for him instead.

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Tony found Peter curled in their bed, not quite in full heat but close enough that he was shaking and whimpering. Tony climbed in the bed behind him, sliding his hand up Peter’s body until soul mark met soul mark. Then he reached down with his other and started loosening his mate up. While his little omega had gotten better at taking his cock and knot, he still had to be stretched before they could play.

Not that Tony minded at all as slick drenched his hand and Peter whined as he tried to ride Tony’s fingers. It was so fucking hot watching his lithe kitten so lost in want, taking whatever Tony deemed to give him.

“Why don’t you play with those cute tits for me, baby, since my hand’s a little busy?” Tony asked as he briefly tightened the hand on the omega’s neck.

Peter whined but his hands came up, cupping his small breasts and squeezing them. Then he used his thumbs to rub at the nipples, squirming and clenching around Tony’s fingers as he did.

“Such a good omega for me,” Tony growled. “Knew you would be the minute that collar formed on your skin though.”

Peter whimpered but didn’t argue as he rocked harder onto the alpha’s hand. Tony slid another finger in, drawing a choked moan from the younger man.

“So wet and loose,” Tony murmured. “Perfect for taking my cock until your cute little belly bulges out like you’re stuffed with my kits.”

His omega flushed and writhed more as Tony got yet another finger in. He was just about ready for Tony to impale and the alpha grinned.

“Almost, ‘mega mine, and then I’m gonna shove my cock in you. Gonna knot you again and again,” Tony whispered darkly, twisting his fingers to put pressure on the spots Peter liked. “I’m going to pump you so full, make sure the seed takes and put another litter in this little hole of yours, omega. And you’ll beg me for more the whole time like the good omega you are, won’t you? You want to give me what I want, don’t you?”

His omega was panting, eyes glassy with heat and want when Tony pulled his hand out and arranged Peter into the proper position for breeding. He took a moment to admire the view, Peter’s ass in the air with his hole on display. Tony reached down to play with Peter’s cocklette one last time, trailing his hand up to grab his omega’s ass before shoving his cock in. He sheathed himself in single thrust, pulling a broken gasp from his mate.

“Alpha, alpha, please, alpha,” Peter begged as Tony thrust, first slowly and then faster into the omega’s body. He kept their soul marks touching as he caged the omega with his body. His hips drove his cock deep into Peter while he pinned the omega’s upper body with his own, ensuring he got as deep as possible.

Peter was incoherent beneath him, gasping and moaning in pleasure even as his hands scrabbled for purchase on the sheets.

It didn’t take long for his knot to form, not that Tony was surprised. The first one during a heat never did, spurred on by needy omega hormones and his own need to breed his mate. With one last thrust, he buried himself in Peter and felt his knot inflate fully, locking the omega’s body on his. Peter gasped and trembled, tightening around him as he came just from the knot.

“You should see yourself,” Tony groaned as Peter milked another mini orgasm out of him. “You’re just hanging off my knot, stuffed so full.”

Peter whined and then groaned as Tony ground his hips against Peter’s ass. All of a sudden, he felt the need to mark his mate again, so he pulled Peter as straight as he could while arching his own back to reach the omega’s neck.

The bite had Peter coming again beneath him, trembling from over stimulation but unable to resist the alpha while the heat sang through his body. As Tony was about to lay them down, he caught sight of the dressing mirror they kept in the room and changed his mind.

It took some careful maneuvering, but he managed to get them in front of the mirror, Peter supported by an arm across his chest and the knot that kept them together.

“Look, ‘mega mine, look at how debauched you look on my knot,” Tony commanded and Peter’s eyes rose to the mirrors.

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Peter gasped at what he saw. He knew he was tiny but seeing his body pressed against Tony’s, held only by a single arm and the cock buried in him, had him flushing brilliant red across his whole body. His body clenched around his mate’s cock, and he panted at the combined feeling of fullness and helplessness. 

“That’s right, baby, so tiny, just like this little cocklette of yours,” Tony said, sliding his free hand down to fondle Peter’s cocklette for a minute before grabbing Peter’s hand. “Come on, baby, give us a show.”

His alpha kept his hand over Peter’s and guided him as he fondled his cocklette.  Peter whimpered at the overstimulation but didn’t-couldn’t disobey the alpha. His head fell back against Tony’s chest as his hand was pushed faster and faster. Pain turned to pleasure and the heat built higher and higher until he came around the alpha again.

“That’s a good omega,” Tony murmured in his ear. “You made a mess though. Clean it up for alpha.”

Tony lifted Peter’s hand to his lips, and Peter shuddered as he obeyed his mate. He started with little kitten licks but soon was taking bigger swipes with his tongue until his and Tony’s hands were clean again.

“Good boy,” Tony growled. The alpha still didn’t release his hand though, instead drawing it down to his belly. “How about you help your alpha out now too.”

Peter was confused at first, too wrung out from his heat to understand what his alpha wanted until Tony pressed their hands down and Peter felt something hard inside. He looked down and moaned as he saw the outline of Tony’s cock pressing against his stomach.

“That’s right, kitten. Still so tiny that my cock has to stretch you everywhere to fit,” Tony said darkly. “So go ahead, give it a good massage for me, baby.”

Peter whimpered but obeyed, rubbing his hand firmly against his stomach even as Tony lifted him in micro movements, stopping when the knot pulled too much before dropping him back onto his cock. The pressure was odd, and Peter wasn’t sure how he felt about it but Tony’s pleased rumble drove him to continue despite that. It didn’t take long before Peter felt the cock inside him spasm with bursts of warmth. His body clenched around it, instinctually milking it even when the stimulation was too much,

“Don’t you dare look away,” Tony commanded suddenly, startling Peter. “I want you to watch, watch as I breed you again while you wear my mark on your neck. Watch as this tiny body of yours grows rounder with my cum until you look ready to burst. And then, I’ll fill you even more until I know there’s kits inside your womb again.”

Peter panted, body exhausted and stretched so full, but his eyes stayed glued to the mirror as Tony used him to come twice more before finally letting them lay down and rest. Peter only stayed coherent long enough for Tony to get him a few drinks of water before he passed out.

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Tony let his mate rest even after his knot went down. He used the break to move the mirror closer to the bed. The alpha had meant every word when he said he was going to make sure Peter watched as he was bred over and over like the good omega he was. And after, when his kitten realized he was pregnant again, he’d be reminded of this heat every time he looked in the mirror.

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Peter woke up exhausted, as he normally was after a heat. Yet something kept niggling the back of his mind, something important that he had forgotten. His thoughts were interrupted when Tony slipped his cock into Peter’s body, no stretching needed with how wet and loose he was.

“Good morning, omega,” Tony murmured, and Peter curled back against him, loving the warm feel of Tony’s cock inside him. He loved doing this, just cockwarming while they cuddled and his body flushed the rest of the hormones out.

A jolt went through him as he realized how warm Tony was.

“Shit,” he tried to jerk away but Tony held him tight.

“What’s wrong, omega?”

“Condoms, we didn’t use condoms and I couldn’t find my heat meds, and-”

“Shhhhh, it’s ok, omega,” Tony said with a chuckle. “I didn’t refill your heat meds or the condoms.”

“But-we, I’ll-”

“End up pregnant?” Tony asked, his voice amused. “That’s the point, kitten. You wanted more kits and I promised you at our wedding that I would always give you what you wanted.”

“But, work and the kits-” Peter spluttered, only for Tony to nip at his soul mark and thrust into him, silencing him with a moan.

“I’ve already taken care of that,” Tony said smugly. “Bucky and Nat have vetted a few nannies for you to meet, Pep and I have already started shifting responsibilities so I can be here the whole pregnancy, and the whole team has been briefed.”

“You told everyone?!” Peter squeaked, and Tony chuckled darkly.

“All I did was say my mate wanted more kits, and they all got to work to make it happen,” Tony said, kissing the top of Peter’s head. “They adore you almost as much as I do, you know. And as much as the kits drive them nuts, they love them too. So of course they’re going to support you. They’re your family too.”

Peter let it wash over him as he realized his mate had arranged everything. A part of him was uneasy because Tony had done it all without him, and yet, it was what he wanted most if he was being honest. Like a surprise present, it had been arranged without his knowledge but with the intent to bring him joy. 

Peter decided to just accept it for the gift it was as he relaxed against Tony again. The alpha continued cuddling him, pleased that everything had gone to plan. Including that hint of sweet honey in his omega’s scent.

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When they welcomed two beta black tiger kits into the world 8 months later, Tony stood proudly beside his mate. They introduced them to their siblings, and Tony watched as all three of his eldest children promised their mother to look after the new babies with him. He bit back a smirk as James looked over their heads and nodded, his own promise, alpha to alpha, that he’d look after them. Rhodey and the others came by as well, cooing over Morgan and Penny.

Eventually, everyone said goodbye and Peter curled up in their bed. Tony climbed in behind him, his warm presence soothing to the tired omega.

“They’re just as perfect as you,” Tony whispered as he held Peter tight. “And when you’re ready for more, I’ll be sure to give them to you again. As many as you want, Omega mine.”

“Alpha,” Peter groaned, not at all interested in the thought of anything but sleep.

“Just when you’re ready,” Tony promised, and Peter huffed but didn’t argue. As he drifted off, one of Tony’s hands slid down to cup his belly, and Peter couldn’t help but imagine it being full again. Not right away, because the girls would need him. But someday.

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Say it Loud(er) Epilogue

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 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

“You ready, Tones?” Rhodey asked, and Tony checked his suit in the mirror one last time. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ready,” Tony said, throwing a grin at his friend. “And we get real pictures this time too.”

“You get a whole ass real wedding this time,” Rhodey retorted. “Nice of T’Challa to host it for you too.”

“Peter did ask for the trip to Wakanda and a honeymoon,” Tony said.

“I still can’t believe you invited Secretary Ross,”  Rhodey scoffed, turning to check his own appearance one last time.

“Hey if it weren’t for the man being a greedy short sighted bigot, who knows how long it would have taken for us to get our shit together,” Tony said with a laugh. “Plus, there was no way T’Challa would let him within 100 miles of Wakanda.”

Rhodey started to respond, only to get interrupted as Happy stuck his head in. 

“Alright gentlemen, let's go,” Happy said. “Don’t want to keep the bride waiting.”

“If he hears you say that and takes offense, don’t expect me to protect you,” Tony teased. “He’s stronger than me and I don’t have my other suit.”

“It’ll be fine,” Happy said with a scoff. “Kid still owes me for driving him around when he was a twerp.”

“That’s my fiance you’re talking about, Hogan,” Tony warned, and Happy just held up his hands while muttering. 

“Alright, alright, enough stalling, let's go,” Rhodey said, pushing Tony towards the door. 

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Soon enough Tony was standing at the front of a small crowd, Rhodey and Happy at his side, while T’Challa stood in front of a vibrant tapestry. 

Ned and MJ walked down the short aisle first, taking their places on T’Challa’s other side. Then the music changed. It wasn’t a traditional bridal march and was probably more suited to the epic scenes found in Peter’s favorite movies, but as the music built, Tony couldn’t imagine anything more fitting for a pair of heroes. 

His first look at Peter stole his breath away. The suit was perfectly tailored, hugging Peter’s body like a glove. It was a beautiful blue, reminiscent of his other suit, with a red shirt and gold vest. It was also a not so subtle nod to their colors. 

May walked Peter down the aisle and Tony smiled as she pulled Peter into a hug before turning to Tony.

“You hurt him, and they’ll never find the body,” she told him, smiling pleasantly as she placed Peter’s hand in his. 

“Don’t worry, Friday will help you hide the body and Peter gets everything when I die,” Tony replied honestly. May nodded, her eyes already suspiciously wet as she moved to her seat. 

Tony took both of Peter’s hands in his and gave his fiance an encouraging look as they turned to T’Challa. 

“Thank you all for being here today,” T’Challa said. “We have come together to witness the marriage of Anthony Stark and Peter Stark. Well, the second marriage, rather.”

The audience chuckled and Tony rolled his eyes as T’Challa continued.

“Love is a precious thing, as is family, so there is no greater joy than celebrating a love shared between two people and the joining that will grow their families in turn,” T’Challa said. “Now, the couple has written their own vows, so I think we shall leave it to them. Anthony?”

Tony’s heart was pounding in his chest as he turned towards Peter again. He had written his vows probably a dozen times, and yet, he found himself throwing away the metaphorical notecards again.

“You know, I wrote a lot of drafts for my vows,” Tony said with a chuckle. “I wanted them perfect. But I’m a mechanic, not a poet, and honestly, there aren’t words enough in the whole universe to encapsulate how much I love you. And the truth is- well, the truth is I plan to spend however much time I have left on this planet doing my best to make sure you’re happy, healthy, and cared for. So I’ll be here, no matter what. Whether you’re sick or exhausted or excited, it doesn’t matter. I want to be by your side through all of it.”

“You know, for a second, I thought you were gonna say I am Iron Man,” Peter teased with a sniffle when Tony paused.

“The thought did cross my mind,” Tony teased back before his face became serious again. “I want you to know, Pete, that you’re it for me. For as long as you’ll have me, I’m yours and I hope you’ll still consent to being mine.”

“Of course, I still consent,” Peter said, rolling his eyes. Then the younger man took a deep breath. “I don’t have any fancy vows either, but I can promise you this: I promise to be loyal and true, to always have your back, and to never give up on us so long as you’re willing to try too. I’ll stay by your side, even when you’re old and grey. Well, more grey.”

Peter gave Tony a watery smile and he squeezed Peter’s hands reassuringly. He knew how much it scared Peter to think about losing him and maybe it was selfish, but Tony wanted all of the years he could get at Peter’s side. 

“But most of all, I plan to spend every day loving you, for as much time as we’re gifted together,” Peter said as a few tears slipped down the younger man’s face. 

Tony lifted up his hand to gently wipe them away then turned his attention to T’Challa. When it was time to exchange the rings, Rhodey pulled the custom set from his pocket. Friday had ordered their original set, and while she had gotten them functional ones, Tony had wanted something a little more them. 

The rings were made of blacked vibranium with a nanite ring in the center, coded to look like a starry sky in deep space. Before Peter, Tony would have said he never wanted to look too closely at the stars again, but Peter had followed him to space and had stayed by his side after everything. So when the younger man had grandly proclaimed that his love for Tony was greater than all of the universe, it had stuck. 

Peter gasped as he got a good look at it. Tony smiled softly, glad that he had managed to keep these a surprise after all.

“Not that I intend to let you forget but just in case, all you have to do is look down to remember that you’re my whole universe and I can’t imagine not having you by my side,” Tony murmured. Then he handed the other box to Peter.

“I love you more than there are stars in the sky, and I’ll follow you to the ends of the universe,” Peter promised as he slid the ring on Tony’s finger.

T’Challa smiled and declared them husbands. Tony drew Peter in, pressing their lips together with all of the tenderness and love he had. 

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The rest of the night passed in a blur, and all Tony could remember was smiling so hard his face hurt as he realized that Peter was finally his husband for real this time and he didn’t have to give him back.

When he told Peter this, the younger man just laughed.

“I’ve always been yours, Tony,” Peter said, his eyes filled with love. “You just didn’t realize it yet.”

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Say it Loud(er) Pt 3

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 Part 1 Part 2

Tony was the last one to arrive at the tower, having gotten held up by bad weather and way more press than he wanted to ever see again. Peter was already waiting in the penthouse, along with May and Rhodey.

Tony sighed and waved for Happy to sit down as well while he headed to grab a coffee.

“Anyone else want one?” Tony asked. He smiled when Peter cautiously raised his hand. 

He made enough for everyone anyway and was soon handing out cups. Friday flashed a quick message across his glasses, so he grabbed one more cup and sat down, setting it in front of an empty seat. Before anyone could ask about it, Pepper was storming into the penthouse.

“Tony, I cannot believe you,” she all but shouted. “You were supposed to be there to help prevent the amendment being passed, not cause a scandal in the 4th quarter. You know how busy we are!”

“Hi to you too, Pep,” Tony said with a weary smile. “Coffee?”

Pepper just stared, taking in all of the people there, then sighed and sat in front of the indicated cup. Everyone sat quietly, their eyes on Tony as they waited for him to start.

“So, I’m sure you’re all wondering what happened today,” Tony started, only to be interrupted as Peter snorted his coffee out his nose.

“Sorry, sorry, Tony, it's just, that’s how you decide to start this conversation,” the kid teased and Tony rolled his eyes, though his shoulders relaxed a little.

“Fine, I’ll start with I’m sorry, kid,” Tony said, giving Peter a contrite look. “I got a little too invested in my speech and the brain to mouth filter turned off, so I recovered it as best as I could in a way that would give us the most leverage.”

Peter opened his mouth, but Tony held up his hand to stop what was most likely Peter’s attempts at telling him it was fine.

“Look, kid, I know you don’t mind because, well, because you always forgive when people fuck up, but this was a fuck up, and my recovery from it, while beneficial to stopping this amendment, is going to have repercussions,” Tony said somberly. “Including you being a legal divorcee at the end, because the marriage is 100% legal and backstopped all the way to Wakanda.”

“Do I at least get the free trip to Wakanda and a honeymoon?” Peter asked flippantly. Rhodey snorted while Tony glared at the other man before turning to Peter.

“I’m serious, Pete,” Tony said, trying to make Peter understand. “I’ll do my best to spin it so it's me they come after but they’ll still hound you for months. And it's not like I could put Spider Man on the marriage certificate, so everyone is going to put 2 and 2 together if they haven’t already.”

“I know, Tony,” Peter replied quietly, his cheerful face uncharacteristically blank. “But we always knew it was only a matter of time, and making it to my third year in MIT is pretty impressive all things considered. And hey, now I can ask to speak in front of the senate too, so it’s not a total wash.”

Tony sighed and shook his head. “Seriously, kid, can you be a little less practically perfect? Some of us have to live with being compared to your example.”

Peter just looked confused while Rhodey chuckled and Pepper sighed.

“We’re going to need to get out ahead of this,” she said as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “And if you get divorced too quickly after, it’s going to look really suspicious. Luckily, Peter was already your heir, so it was a minor change to put him as spouse on your legal paperwork.”

“Wait, what?!” Peter choked out as he spat coffee everywhere.

“Ok, first, ew, don’t spit your drink, you heathen. This is not what I meant by less perfect, and two, why are you confused by that?” Tony asked even as Happy grabbed some towels and threw them at Peter so the kid could clean up.

“I was your heir?” Peter asked, his voice hesitant.

“Yeah, I told you from the start, kid, you’re the future. I’ve had you in my will practically since Germany, though I’ve tweaked it a few times,” Tony said nonchalantly. The absolute shock on Peter’s face was priceless, though really, Tony had told Peter that he was going to be in charge when Tony finally retired.

“I- I thought you were joking,” Peter said faintly, and Tony gave him a gentle smile.

“Hey, it’s fine. You got years yet before you’re getting it, and if you aren’t ready or decide it’s not for you, then there’s a backup in place for that too,” Tony assured him. “I just wanted you to have options and honestly, I can’t think of anyone I’d trust more.”

Peter flushed and nodded, so Tony turned back to Pepper. “You were saying?”

“Right, well, we need to get on top of it. At least release a statement, and preferably schedule a press conference because you’re going to have to explain it to people if you’re going to continue forward like this,” Pepper said, her hands flying across her phone as she made notes. “And if Peter would like to speak before the senate, then we don’t have a lot of time to arrange it. He’ll need to sit with our lawyers and put together a statement that doesn’t open him up to attack for his work as a vigilante.”

“I want to,” Peter said earnestly. “Someone needs to speak for the enhanced and I’m in a good position to do so. I’ve built a good reputation in New York.”

“Alright, we'll take tomorrow morning to rest and I’ll schedule you with the lawyers in the afternoon. I’ll have Friday post the official statements to your Spider Man social media accounts as well as the Iron Man and SI ones. I’ve also already asked her to make sure your personal ones are totally locked down and private.”

“Thank you,” Peter said, and Tony grinned at the soft smile Pepper gave the kid.

“I’m happy to help. This wasn’t your fault, after all, and I’ve been cleaning up after his messes for years,” she teased.

“I’ll try not to make you more work,” Peter said, and Tony snorted. Pepper glared at him then turned back to Peter. “Don’t worry about it. You’re a good kid and it’s going to be just fine.”

“So, why married?” Rhodey asked as Pepper typed away. “You could have said he was your kid.”

“Yeah but that’s a lot harder to fake, and they could have accused us of experimenting on him or something. I didn’t want to risk it and it seemed a safe bet to say married. Plus it pulls on the heartstrings in a different way,” Tony said.

He had been counting on appealing to their own relationships and how they trusted their spouses and trusted themselves to know if something was wrong. It would appeal to the conservative crowd, having a distinct leader who could keep the younger member in check, not that they would approve of the same sex business. Of course, he had failed to consider that Pepper was right. If they got divorced now, it would undermine everything and open him up to potential fraud charges too.

“Ok, but you’re going to be tied to him for months, possibly longer,” Rhodey argued. Tony just waved him away.

“The kid and I can keep doing our thing just fine. He has school, I have work, and I’m not going to mess with that unless we have to,” Tony argued.

“As much as I hate to admit it, Rhodey’s right,” Pepper said with a sigh. “If you’re really going through with this, we’re going to need a minimum of a year to protect everyone. And it can’t look like a sham, Tony.”

“Which means dates and things, doesn’t it?” May asked, joining the conversation for the first time. “And probably living here full time.”

“No dates,” Tony said firmly. “Living here, maybe.”

“What’s wrong with dates if they would solidify our cover?” Peter asked, confused.

“Do you want to be stalked by TMZ? Because that’s what happens when celebrities go out and that’s what we are now,” Tony said with a scowl. “Unless you want a moonlit dinner on the roof, we will be staying in and attracting as little attention as possible.”

“Tony, you can’t do that for the next year,” Pepper said as she crossed her arms. “You can maybe make excuses for a few weeks because of the events in DC, but Peter will have to show his face sometime.”

“And then it will fall apart when we don’t act married enough,” Tony argued.

“So you practice here first then,” Rhodey cut in, and Tony threw his hands up in the air.

“I think, for now, we can just have Peter stay here,” May said calmly. “There’s enough to deal with in regards to that new amendment.”

Everyone nodded, though Peter looked like he had something to add.

“What is it, kid?” Tony asked, exhausted.

“What about school? We’re like, over halfway through and I really don’t want to have to redo the classes,” Peter said nervously.

“I’ll talk to the dean,” Tony said, rubbing his hand over his face. “We’ll set up a virtual learning something due to extenuating circumstances.”

“Can you put in my graduation request too then?” Peter asked quietly. “I’ve had the credits for a couple of the degrees but I had a few last classes I wanted to take.”

“Sure thing, kid,” Tony said, smiling at Peter’s admission. “Glad to know you’ve been putting that schooling fund to good use. How many degrees do you qualify for anyway?”

“Not sure,” Peter said with an embarrassed look.

“I’ll have Friday run the numbers and see where you are credit wise then,” Tony said with a chuckle. “Anything else?”

“You mentioned having Happy get my stuff?” Peter said, and Tony nodded.

“Fri, make a note, have Happy pack up all of Peter’s things and clear his dorm,” Tony said. “And in the meantime, update Petey-Pie’s wardrobe.”

The kid looked like he wanted to protest but then chose not to, instead murmuring a thank you.

“Alright, good talk. May, there’s a guest suite set up for you. Friday will direct you to it. The rest of you, get to work.”

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

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WIP Ask Game

Ok I'm sure everyone has seen it but if you haven't. Every title on your WIP list, no explanations no matter how ridiculous or random. If you ask, I'll tell you what it's about and share a snippet.

Due to the fact that I literally have over 100, it's below the line. Tagging @tell-me-no-again @starkerscoop @monster-cock69 @shivanessa and any other starker out there.

Bound by Darkness

Drop

Finding Home

Guard Your Soul

Indebted

Into the Fire

Patterns in Our Pinions

Run For It

Penny's Multidimensional Adventure

Sanctuary In Your Arms

Shelter from the Storm

Terms of Use

The Price of Royalty

Undying Affections

Warm My Black Heart

You're My Only Hope

Your Eyes Can't Lie

By My Side

Forced Devotion

Keeper

Kept it a Secret but now you know

Take What's Mine

Unexpected Consequences

Unintentional Oversight

Alpha Knows Best

Bind you Tight

Fill You Up

More Than a Breeder

Respectfully, The Iron Queen

Whiskers and Wings

Prove My Worth

Held in Trust

Anything for You

Beloved Daughter

Keep it in the Tower

Only the Best

Safe in My Arms

Teach you Everything

Made From Love Pt 5+

Untitled

A Fresh Start

Consentual Kidnapping

He's Taken

Ours

The Things We Do For Love

Behavior Hacks

To Have and To Hold

Under Your Skin

Beneath the Sakura Tree

Bound Among Stars

Elder's Blessing

Enchanted

First Rites

Flames and Fury

Guilty Pleasures

Iron Butler

Nothing to Lose

Save a Horse

Second Chances

Trapped in your field

Forever

Know What You Need

Rare Bloom

Temptation

Unintentional

Worth It

Dark Temptations

Did We Make It

My Greatest Treasure

Found my Family

Family Ties

Bound by Blood

The Lady Down the Street

Love through the Lens

A Matter of Time

Forever My Peter Pan

Half Life

Acceptable Losses

A Princely Offering

Fins and Fantasies

Harley's Dad (has got it going on)

I Hear You

In Every Universe

Magic of Neverland

That Time I got Summoned to Another World

The Lie in Your Love

Three of a Kind

Unlikely Shelter

Aftercare

Fixed Points

Pretty Pet

What Money Can Buy

Love Languages

Our Definition of Love

Fury Ex Machina

PP Bingo Fic 2

Don't Tell HR

Best in Show

Dragon Kisses

Kittens and Cuddles

The Ugly Duckling

Found my heart in the alley one day

Man's Best Friend

Of Fires and Flames

Babydoll

Better than Fiction

Can't Let you Go

Connections

Daddy's Toy

Rebuilding Home

Written in Code

Abandoned

Fairy's Blessings

How to Raise Your Superhero Child so They Make it To Adulthood

Spidersister V1

Spidersister V2

From the Shadows

Kintsuji Spider

What Makes a Family

Moment of Truth

Supervillain Parenting 101

The Meaning of Legacy

After Dark

Beauty and the SIM

By the Books

Caring For You

Daddy's Boy

Hide My Darkness

Say it with flowers

Take you and Keep you

Ties That Bind

WinterIronSpider

April Fool

I'll Make a Shrine to You

If You Can't Do Crazy

Nothing to Lose

Stand by Your Man

The Fragility of Trust

The Scent of You

Touch you, Feel You

Turned up Tuned in

Ways to Say I Love You

Back for More

Friends in Low Places

Greener on the Other Side

Thinking of You

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Say it Loud(er) Pt 2

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.

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Peter was surprised when he felt his watch discreetly buzz with the emergency signal from Tony. In his three years at MIT, Tony had never once used it during one of Peter’s classes. The man had always said that short of the end of the world, school came first, and the grown ups could handle it. With that thought in mind, Peter was making his excuses and darting out of his class within seconds.

“Karen, what’s the situation?” Peter asked as he pulled out his phone to check the news. Before the AI could respond, his phone was ringing. Peter ducked into a quiet corner of the courtyard and answered it.

“There’s not a lot of time so I need you to listen closely, kid,” Tony said before Peter could even greet him. “If anyone asks if you’re my husband, you say no comment. Don’t deny it, don’t confirm it, just no comment. Also, just so you know, we’re officially married as of May 4th last year. It was in Wakanda, May and Rhodey were our witnesses, and as soon as you message Shuri that you’re on board -and make sure you say that specifically, nothing else- then King Kitty was our officiant.”

“Wha-Tony-” Peter barely got a word out before Tony was talking again.

“Head to the normal airport, take the plane waiting there. Do not stop back at your dorm or anywhere else. I’ll send Happy or a drone for your stuff later, just get back to the tower,” Tony said so quickly that Peter felt a bit dazed. “Call May from the plane, let her know what’s happening. It’s all tied to that amendment. Just– For the love of Thor, Peter, go with it, don’t argue. Get home to the tower and we’ll go over everything there. Can you do that for me?”

“Yea-yeah, Tony, I got it. No comment, text Shuri I’m on board, head straight for the plane, and call May, then meet you at the tower,” Peter said, trying to sound more sure than he felt.

“There’s a private car en route. It will meet you at the normal place. Don’t talk to the driver either. Gotta go, see you soon.”

The line went dead before Peter could even say goodbye. He took a minute to take a few deep breaths even as his mind picked apart their conversation. Tony was worried, that much was clear. He only barked orders like that when things were critical. 

With one last deep breath, Peter squared his shoulders and made his way quickly to the pick up point. Classes were in session for a bit yet so the courtyards were empty but he still clung to the fringes just in case. Even as he did that, he texted Shuri exactly what he’d been told. She sent a single emoji in reply, and his fingers itched to reply again but then the car arrived and he didn’t dare risk it.

The ride to the airport was uncomfortably silent. Peter didn’t do well with silence, and he longed to fill it so that he could avoid thinking. However Tony’s warning hung about him like a dark cloud, so he forced himself to stay silent even as his mind ran faster and faster.

Peter’s mind circled back to what Tony had said. Married. They were married, or very soon would be with it backdated to nearly a year ago. A near hysterical laugh broke free before he could smother it completely. Only Parker luck would give him the thing he wanted most in the most ridiculously twisted way possible. He wasn’t ready to be married, and hadn’t even told Tony how he felt. And now he was going to have to act like a husband when he didn’t even know how husbands were supposed to act. 

His chest grew tight and for a minute it felt like he couldn’t breathe. How was he supposed to do this without messing it up? How could anyone even think it was true? Karen vibrated his phone hard, shocking him out of his introspection in time to see a message informing him to calm down or she would call Tony back. The mere thought of that mortified Peter enough to help calm himself down for the tail end of the drive.

He quietly thanked the driver when he got there, only to be ushered through the private security portion of the airfield the minute he was out of the car. It was only once he was on the plane that he was able to relax slightly.

“Peter, Mr. Stark would like to remind you to call your aunt if you have not already,” Karen said a few minutes into the flight. “He says it’s urgent that you be the one to tell her what he told you.”

“Alright, alright, call Aunt May for me, Karen,” Peter said with a sigh. She was going to be as confused as he was no doubt.

“Peter, what the fuck?” May said as soon as she answered, startling him. “How could you?”

“What? Aunt May, what are you talking about?” Peter asked, confused and a little worried.

“When did you have time to fly off and get married to TONY STARK?” she all but yelled.

“May- May, please listen. Are you alone?” Peter asked, and when the woman confirmed that she had gone up to the roof to get away from the stares and whispers, Peter sighed. “May, I’m not- well, I mean, not officially married to Tony.”

Before he could continue, Karen chimed in.

“That is incorrect, Peter. You and Mr. Stark have been married since May 4th of last year. Anyone looking into your documentation will find such. Friday ensured it.”

“Ok, ok, well, I guess I am married officially to Tony,” Peter said, feeling even more confused. “He called me like thirty minutes ago, said we’re married, and to meet him back at the tower and he’d explain everything. I think it had to do with the amendment to the superhero act.”

“You don’t even know, do you?” May asked, her voice suddenly soft.

“Know what?”

“Google Tony after we get off the phone,” May said, and Peter could hear the weariness in her voice. “What a mess.”

“Ok, well, Tony said to call you and let you know, and that you were the other witness in Wakanda with Rhodey and King T’Challa officiated,” Peter said, feeling a bit like Alice must have felt when she tried to tell people about Wonderland.

“Of course I was, and I’m sure my records will show I wasn’t at work that day too,” May said sarcastically. Karen heard though and Peter groaned as the AI said she’d get right on it.

“You can probably go to the tower if you want to lay low there,” Peter offered, sure that Tony wouldn’t mind. “Otherwise, I think the plan is no comment to any questions, or at least that’s what he told me.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll head there right after my shift. I only have a few hours left,” May said with a sigh.

“I’ll ask Tony to send someone to get you,” Peter said, his hands already a blur as he sent the message. “I’m not sure if it will be Happy or not, but we’ll get you there safely.”

“I know, baby, just– focus on getting you there safely, ok? I don’t like this one bit,” May said and Peter frowned.

“I’m sure Tony has a plan,” Peter said, confident that his mentor turned friend had things well in hand.

“Yeah, I just don’t know how I feel about it, that’s all,” May said with a harsh laugh. “I have to get back to work, but I’ll see you soon.”

“Alright, larb you, May,” Peter said.

“Larb you too.”

Peter put his head back for just a moment before having Karen google the news about Tony. The first link contained his entire speech to congress, and Peter watched with pride as his mentor landed hit after hit. And then, for the first time since Peter had met Tony, he watched his mentor fumble verbally. When saying that he loved Peter.

Peter’s hands shook as he listened to it again, trying to hear something, anything that would confirm if it was true. It had been so spontaneous and his mentor had actually looked shocked for a moment.

“Karen, if you analyze that clip, can you tell if Tony was lying when he said he loved me,” Peter finally asked. The need to know was eating away at him.

Karen beeped a confirmation and began running the analysis while Peter watched for a third time.

“Based on the data points available, Mr. Stark was being truthful when he said he loved you,” Karen reported a few minutes later. “I do not understand why you would need that confirmed though. Mr. Stark has indicated many times that he cares a great deal about you and is invested in your health and happiness.”

“That’s- that’s different, Karen,” Peter tried to explain. “You can love a friend and want them to be happy, and then there’s loving someone more than that.”

“You love Mr. Stark more than that,” Karen pointed out and Peter grimaced.

“Karen, I said you couldn’t ever tell anyone that,” Peter complained.

“And I haven’t, though I do not understand why.”

“I just, you can’t- Tony was my mentor, and sure, now I’m older but he still sees me as a kid and if I told him how I feel, he’d probably do the whole ‘I’m honored you still think so highly of me but you’ll outgrow the hero worship and it’s just a crush, so this is for your own good’ thing that he always does,” Peter said with a groan. “I’m not a kid anymore.”

“Mr. Stark will always be concerned with your welfare, however, I do not believe he still sees you as a child either,” Karen said, and Peter just sighed again.

“Based on what, Karen?”

“The baby gate and other protocols have either been loosened or removed entirely after you began attending MIT. You also have discretionary funds and unsupervised access to things you didn’t have before,” Karen replied. “So it is clear that Mr. Stark does not see you as needing such a close watch as you did when you were younger.”

“Even if that’s true, I don’t think he would trust me to know my own heart when it comes to this, Karen,” Peter said softly. “I’ve looked up to him for so long, but I didn’t realize I loved him until I moved away for MIT and realized all I wanted was to go home to him again. May kept saying he was such a good mentor, and that it was like having a dad again, but it’s never felt that way to me.”

“I think you should talk to him about it, Peter,” Karen said gently but Peter just shook his head and sighed. 

He doubted he’d ever find the courage to tell his mentor how he really felt. Their history with his mentorship and meeting Tony so young left him feeling unable to ask the older man to look at him now and see him as an adult. And yet, as he watched Tony defend him so passionately, he briefly let himself daydream about what it could be like, to be Dr. and Mr. Stark. Or Parker-Stark rather, according to the article he’d found that had a copy of their marriage documentation released by Wakanda as proof.

He already loved spending time with Tony, whether in the lab or movie night, and Peter always felt comfortable with the older man. They just fit, no rough edges to smooth out or anything.

Peter snorted at himself with that. There had been plenty of rough edges in the beginning, when Tony would hover or not trust Peter, and Peter was so desperate to prove himself. But all of that had settled eventually, until they just moved around each other, bodies aware even when their brains were busy.

Peter groaned again. Whatever Tony’s plan was, it was probably going to be a long con, which meant they were going to have to keep up the charade for a time before they could finally come clean. Peter didn’t know how he was going to survive it.

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Debt Paid in Soul Epilogue 1

For the first day of Christmas, this author gave to thee: One Epiiiiilooogguuueee ~

Summary: Tony fully intends to go to the Parker residence simply to claim his latest acquisition, one Peter Parker. When he finds out Peter is in fact his soul mate, things change in ways Tony couldn't have planned or expected. Not that he's complaining. Instead of just another worker for his clubs, he found a smart sexy omega that he's going to keep for the rest of their lives. This is an omegaverse hybrid mob au with a different bingo prompt per chapter.

Tags: Mafia AU, Mob Boss Tony Stark, Soul Bond, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Hybrid AU, Serval Peter, Black Tiger Tony, Dub-con first time, Soulbonds made them do it, Lots of spice and smut, Some fluff too, Dark Tony Stark, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Intersex Omegas, Tony is not a nice person, except to Peter, mention of sex work, Human Trafficking, In that tony makes people pay off debt while working for him, and some of those people work in sex clubs, Size Difference, Tiny Peter, Large Tony, Mild milk kink, Breeding Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, stuffing kink, Size Kink, Tony loves how huge his cock is and making Peter take it, Nipple Play, I don't know, theres lots of omegaverse typical sex tropes, eventual kidnapping and rescue,mild angst but always with a happy ending

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The pregnancy was difficult for Peter, and Tony hovered constantly as they dealt with complications that arose left and right. Tony hired specialist after specialist to ensure his mate got the medical attention he needed, especially when they found out he was carrying a full litter of three. As Peter grew bigger, Tony was amazed that his tiny mate managed to hold their kits inside him, but he also worried because the omega serval’s small body was not made to carry so much, and bedrest seemed unavoidable.

In the end though, it all worked out fine. The kits came a bit early but they were healthy and Peter bounced back quickly. One of the three kittens was a black tiger like Tony and was much bigger than his two younger siblings, which was what had put so much stress on Peter’s system.

It was worth it though, seeing his mate cuddled up on their bed with their kits tucked safely around him, purring away in their mother’s presence.

“You’re so amazing,” Tony whispered, climbing in behind Peter and spooning the smaller omega. “You brought our kits into this world, and look how perfect they are.”

“You say that now, but just wait till they’re older,” Peter murmured back sleepily. “They’re going to be trouble. Mother’s intuition.”

“That’s ok. We can handle trouble,” Tony promised, nipping at Peter’s neck. As he did, he caught a whiff of sorrow on his mate’s scent. “I’m sorry, kitten. I know you wished May could be a part of this.”

Peter stiffened, then shuddered and carefully rolled so he could bury his face into Tony’s chest.

“I just, this should be a happy time, and I am happy,” Peter cried softly. “But I wanted her to be here too.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. Maybe she’ll come around,” Tony offered, though he knew it was a lie.

May had tried to get the courts involved again, so he had sent Nat to handle it. The beta would never cause them trouble again. Nat was the only one that knew though, and she had covered her tracks thoroughly. Even if May’s body were ever found, it would simply look like she had gone off the rails and overdosed on drugs.

Peter would be heartbroken, of course, but Tony had warned her what would happen. He would do anything for his family.

“I just, I thought she would understand,” Peter said, oblivious to the darker turn Tony’s thoughts had taken. “She- she always said I was like the kits she couldn’t have, and then she turned around and told me I couldn’t be pregnant with ours. Just look at them. They’re so precious, and yet she acted like we should have-”

“Shhhh, it’s ok, omega,” Tony interrupted, purring softly to soothe his mate as his tail wrapped around the omega. “The kits are fine, and you’re fine and nothing is going to happen to any of you. You have my word.”

Peter nodded, though his ears still drooped. Tony didn’t let up, nuzzling and nipping at his mate until Peter was putty in his arms.

“Rest now,” Tony said firmly. “The kits will need your attention soon enough and you aren’t fully healed yet.”

“Yes, alpha,” Peter murmured sleepily, rolling back over to curl around their children.

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As the kits grew, their personalities grew too, and Tony took great pride in them. James was an alpha black tiger like him, and from the time he could walk, he followed Tony around when he was home. When his alpha father wasn’t home, he hovered over his omega mother and siblings, growling at anyone who made them cry. Bucky and Tony encouraged the behavior, much to Peter’s exasperation.

The omega twins, Ben and Harley, were a pair of mischief makers that had none of their mother’s gentle calmness. Peter just sighed anytime there was a crash or screech in another room, because ten times out of ten, it was the twins. James kept them from getting hurt but didn’t save any of the hapless victims that fell into their traps. Only Peter and Tony were safe from their machinations, as they loved their mother too much to hurt him while respecting Tony’s place as alpha.

“I really wish you’d have a talk with them,” Peter groused as he deconstructed yet another trap their 5 year olds had put together. “It was cute when they were only two or three, and it was marbles on the floor or strategically placed legos as caltrops, but this is a bit much.”

Tony wondered if Peter wasn’t right. Their kits had all inherited their intelligence from both of them, and it showed in the elaborate glitter bomb rigged to fridge. Peter had been lucky to catch sight of the trigger before pulling it open.

“I’ll give them a room or something,” Tony said instead. In their line of work, he didn’t want to discourage defensive capabilities after all. “Somewhere to practice and then make everyone use it as training.”

“Not in the house,” Peter said firmly. “Put it on a different floor or something. I don’t want them to ‘forget’ which room was ok.”

“Of course,” Tony agreed, already planning which rooms he could add to the training areas for the boys to practice in. He also made a mental note to get them proper lab space so their inventing was supervised. Those pieces were clearly torn from something else, and he dreaded Peter finding the mechanical corpses of whatever appliance they had sacrificed for their craft.

Peter tolerated a lot, especially not having been born into this life, but even he had limits. Taking apart his blenders or toasters just happened to be one of them.

Tony drew back from his thoughts when he realized Peter had stopped moving. The omega’s tail was low and his ears down, and Tony could smell the heavy sorrow floating off of him.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Tony asked, drawing his mate in. “I promise I’ll talk to them, no more traps in the house.”

“No, I just- where did the time go?” Peter asked, gesturing to the mechanism in his hand. “How are our babies already doing stuff like this? Am I- are we making sure they’re happy? I mean why, why do they even do this? Are they scared and want to make sure they can make things safe?”

“Hey, no,” Tony said firmly. “That’s definitely not the problem. They do this because they’ve got your brain and mine, which is dangerous enough, but they also know that they’ve got their mama to hide behind. And everyone is afraid of their papa, so they can prank whoever they want with impunity.”

“Not everyone,” Peter said with a snort, and Tony smiled as his mate’s scent cleared.

“No, not their brave Oma who yells at me for staying too late at the office and throws pillows at me when he thinks I’m being ridiculous,” Tony agreed. “All of which is healthy for them to see. When they’re older, they’ll have to behave properly, but for now, this isn’t truly hurting anyone. They know where that line is.”

“You mean James knows and rides herd on them,” Peter said with a huff. “Ben and Harley would be wild children without him.”

“I’m sure you’d keep them in line just fine too,” Tony said, leaning down to kiss Peter’s forehead softly. “But this is good. They’re learning to respect the alphas without me having to be the bad guy. James has a good head on his shoulder, just like both of his namesakes.”

“You’re right,” Peter sighed, leaning into Tony’s arms. “I guess I’m just worrying about nothing.”

“That’s alright. I’ll make sure to remind you that everything is fine,” Tony promised. “And that our children will still need you when they’re older too. They’re just spreading their wings a little.”

“It was easier to feel like I was useful when they were tiny and still needed help,” Peter said wryly. “For all that I didn’t have a minute to breathe some days, I knew they needed me. Now, it’s always ‘I don’t need help mom’ or ‘I can do it myself.’ And I know, it's just part of growing up but I miss it. I miss when they were little kits.”

“It’s ok to miss it,” Tony assured him, pulling him in tighter for another hug. “They were awfully cute back then. Now, they’re just little hellions.”

Peter smacked Tony’s arm but still smiled at the alpha as he snuggled back into his arms.

“I- I wish we could have more,” Peter whispered, like it was some shameful secret. “I know I shouldn’t, but I do. Every time I see little kits, I just want more.”

Tony frowned at the tone and pulled back so that he could look at Peter properly.

“Omega, if you want more kits, then we’ll have more kits,” Tony said seriously.

“But, we already have three, and-”

“And we can have as many as you want,” Tony interrupted. “I assure you, I have more than enough to take care of any kits you’re willing to give me. Plus, you know how much I love stuffing you full.”

Tony nipped at their mating mark, and then kissed his way across Peter’s soul mark.

“Aaah Alphaaa,” Peter groaned, and Tony grinned as he picked the omega up.

“Come on, Omega, let’s go practice.”

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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