#peter x tony nff

[innerempire]

a continuation of this

Sweet Peter still thinks it’s an inside joke between them; him calling Tony “daddy” and being called “baby” in return. Thing is, Tony’s not laughing.

The first time Peter had texted him “thank you, daddy” as a goddamn goof, he had used it as fodder for wanking for a solid week straight. Because hey, he does, in a way, sees himself as that older male figure in Peter’s life. And because he’s a glutton for whatever-this-is, Tony wants to see how far it’ll go. Each candid playful text from Peter addressing him as daddy has Tony in complete disarray.

And so, he finds every single excuse under the goddamn sun to purchase things for Peter. Kid complains about his squeaky thrifted computer chair? Tony buys him a $2,300 Herman Miller ergonomic chair.

He gets a call right in the middle of a meeting, and Pepper instantly recognizes the ringtone. Quick on her feet as always, she briskly calls for a short break and the meeting room is cleared out within seconds.

“Tony.” Peter doesn’t even give him a chance to slip in a “hi”. “…when I complain about something, I…it’s not because I need you to do something about it. I’m just being a typical teenager.”

“…do you like the chair?”

A pause.

“Yes. Very much.”

“That’s all I need to know. Besides, that’s what daddies do, don’t they? Fix problems.”

Peter laughs, and Tony wishes he was there to hear it.

And he thinks that’s the end to it until he gets a notification that night notifying him that Peter has uploaded a new post on his Instagram account. He had not-so-shamelessly created a throwaway account to follow Peter, despite the fact that the other wasn’t a frequent poster.

The new post was a photo of Peter in his spanking new Herman Miller chair and he had it captioned as, “whew thank you daddy!”. It takes a couple of seconds for Tony to realize that from head to toe, Peter is decked out in items that Tony had purchased for him. The shirt, the satiny black sleep shorts.

He doesn’t think it’s intentional, but fuck.

If this was a game, then Tony doesn’t think he can emerge victorious from it.

- / -

Tony hears from Peter that May hadn’t been too pleased when she came to visit. with just how much Tony was spending on Peter. Thing is, he doesn’t understand why she wouldn’t want him living far away from home in comfort.

“She says you’re over-indulging me. Which you are, by the way.”

Tony adjusts the earbud to sit more snugly in his ear, “Well, wait till she finds out I’m buying you an apartment so that you can live off campus next year.”

“…nothing I say is going to change your mind, right?”

“With each protest, I’ll add on more unnecessary furnishings.”

“Ugh, fine.” Tony hears the kid muffling a yawn on the other end.

“Go to sleep, kid. Or whatever it is that college kids do at this timing. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Peter snorts in response. “Fine, whatever you say, daddy.”

“Good boy.”

- / -

peter: lol something funny happened.

tony: funny ha-ha or funny-I-nearly-crashed-face-first-into something.

tony: because that’s more concerning than funny

peter: funny ha-ha

peter: so I was texting with Ned, and like I think I got so used to calling you daddy over texts.

peter: and like Ned was asking if we could work on some stuff over the winter break in your lab, but I know the lab’s like your sacred mancave so I told him, “okay, let me check with daddy and I’ll get back to you”.

peter: Ned was just ???????

peter: isn’t it hilarious???

peter: anyway, can I? please daddy

peter: ooops i mean pretty pls daddy

Thirteen minutes and two orgasms later, cum splattered against the metal edge of his lab table and a handful of tissues littering the floor, Tony replies: sure, baby, since you asked so prettily.

Winter break begins with a “hey, kiddo” and “missed you, mr.stark”. As promised, he allows Peter and Ned usage of the lab for a couple of hours.

“FRIDAY, you up?” Tony clicks his fingers twice.

“Always, Mr.Stark.”

“Keep an eye out for the kids. Especially Peter, he’s precious cargo.” He turns to Ned with a nonchalant shrug. “No offense, Ned.”

The color creeps up on Peter’s cheeks.

“I mean it, FRIDAY. Eyes on him.”

- / -

[lovelystarkersworld]

just thinkin about lowkey creep Tony who finds any way to see Peter in little to no clothing. Tells him he needs to strip down to his boxers csuse otherwise the measurements for his new suit wont be correct even though it'd be just fine if Peter continued to wear his clothes.

Who notices how his old suit does nothing to compliment his body so he purposefully makes his new suits a little tighter than necessary, forcing Peter to have to buy a dance belt so his bulge wasn't showing through it. But it gave Tony to greatest opportunities to look at the boys tight ass.

Who has to physically stop himself from pulling up camera footage of the boy working in his lab from earlier that and using it as jerk material because yes he was a dirty man but he didn't want to feel any more horny around the boy than he does already.

Who will find any excuse to have his hands on the boy, letting them rest on his lower back whenever the they walk together or finding its place on the boys upper thigh when they sat next to each other. He'd let his fingers stroke his inner thigh to tease the other but would make no effort to escalate the situation. Always denying any accusations thrown his way.

Who when he found out Peter was seeing someone else, did a deep dive on their personal lives to find out every detail they could about the person who believed they were good enough for Peter. Who found every excuse to hate the partner 'they're not smart enough for you, pete' 'you sure you have enough time for them? with school and being here with me?' 'do they know your spider-man? you should date someone who can know, it'll make your life easier' until Peter is leaving another partner because Tony planted the seed.

Who never did anything to explicitly say how much he wanted the younger boy. Instead he would manipulate the situation to make Peter be the first one to ask for something more. He would stand too close to the other when helping him with something, his hot breath tickling Peters neck or praise him a little too much just to watch the way red would stain his cheeks.

Who cheered internally when Peter finally made his move when Tony was standing a little too close and whispering how good of a boy he had been to help him with a small assignment. Cupping the boys face and kissing him senseless, just like he'd dreamed of many nights before. Maybe even bending him over his counter and taking the younger boy right then and there.

idk just love the idea of creepy Tony who's in love with Peter

[veenusboy]

Thought:

A fic about widowed Tony going to visit the grave of his recently departed wife late at night while on a booze binge only to find a nearby grave completely dug up and coffin opened in such a bizarre way. He hears growling behind him and stumbles upon Ghoul!Peter feasting on the corpse he was tearing apart.

He yelps and falls backward, crawling away from the sight only for Peter to gain on him in inhuman speed and on all fours which is really creepy, with dried blood on those small pink lips that revealed enlongated sharp teeth and a shrill shriek leaving Peter's throat. Tony is pretty sure this is how it all ends, the great Iron Man done in by a fucking MONSTER he thought only existed in story books and movies.

But wait?? Peter is sniffing him?? Giving his face a lick with a weirdly LONGG tongue from scalp to chin only for the boy to scuttle off into the night without hurting or taking a chomp out of him?? What the fuck??

Later on that week and after many long nights trying to decide if he was crazy or not he attends a college tour happening at his tower and aims to put on a nice presence for the students only to find THE SAID BOY among the bunch? Not full monster mode, hair glistening a soft brown in the windows rays and emitting a laugh that made Tony's belly feel tingly and heart skipping.

What was going on??

AKA: Ghoul!Peter being taken in by Tony and Tony finding out what the term 'monster fucker' REALLY means

Yes, this WILL be written

[muse-of-gods]

Tony decides to test the limits of what Peter can take by making him come again and again and again...

For @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo 2024: Phone Sex - Bingo Card below

[kstarker]

Two Weeks

Tony has never had more sex in his life.

Peter had started taking testosterone two weeks ago now, and he was insatiable. And god, if Tony wasn’t absolutely delighted by Peter’s boosted libido. He’s more than happy to lay there, cock ring on, and let Peter take what he needs until he physically can’t hold himself up.

That’s when Tony gets to have his fun. He flips them over and fucks him like the superhero he is, using all the brawn acquired from years of training to give Peter the dicking of his life while he takes it.

The noises that come out of Peter’s mouth are other worldly; moans, gasps, sobs.

Those noises are because of me. I did that, Tony thinks.

And oh, it just makes Tony that much more desperate for Peter.

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[yanderejustforyou]

The Nightmares of Iron

Summary:

"Tony, it’s okay," Peter said, his voice soft but urgent, as he reached out to shake Tony’s shoulder gently. "You’re safe. I’m here."

The night was unusually quiet at the Avengers Tower, the usual hum of activity stilled. Peter Parker had stayed late in the lab, tinkering with a few gadgets. He was trying to distract himself, but his mind kept drifting back to the same thought: Tony Stark.

Peter had always admired Tony, but lately, his feelings had transformed into something more intense. The more time he spent around the older man, the more he craved Tony's attention and approval. It was no longer just admiration; it was something deeper and more obsessive, and Peter struggled to control these emotions.

As Peter worked on a small project, a strange sound cut through the silence—Tony’s voice, muffled but unmistakable. "No... no, please... stop..." Tony’s words were low, pained, drifting through the walls from his private quarters. Peter’s heart skipped a beat. Without thinking, he stood up from his workbench and moved toward Tony’s room. He hesitated for a moment before gently knocking on the door.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter’s voice trembled slightly, the oppressive silence wrapping around him like a heavy blanket. “Tony? Are you alright in there?”

A muffled voice broke through the silence, louder this time and filled with desperation. "No... no, please... not again..."

A knot formed in Peter’s stomach, an uneasy blend of concern and a darker, more unsettling feeling that he couldn't quite identify. With a shaky breath, he pushed the door open, stepping into the dimly lit room. The sight that met him was disturbing, sending chills down his spine as he took in the scene before him.

Tony was thrashing in his bed, covered in sweat, his face twisted in pain. The blankets were tangled around him, and his body jerked as if trying to escape an unseen threat. His eyes were closed, but his expression was full of terror. He was trapped in a nightmare, reliving some horrific memory or vision.

“Tony,” Peter whispered, his voice trembling. He couldn’t bear to see the man like this—so vulnerable, so broken. The urge to comfort and protect him surged in Peter’s chest. He moved closer, sitting at the edge of Tony’s bed. 

"Tony, it’s okay," Peter said, his voice soft yet urgent, as he gently shook Tony’s shoulder. "You’re safe. I’m here."

Tony's eyes shot open, wide with a raw panic that consumed him, his chest rising and falling with erratic, uneven breaths. The dim light of the room flickered as his gaze finally locked onto Peter, revealing a fleeting moment of recognition amidst the chaos. Yet, that recognition was overshadowed by a deep, haunting fear that reflected in his wide eyes.

“Peter?” His voice cracked under the weight of emotion, strained and desperate as he struggled to push himself upright. The terror etched on his features was palpable, but it was accompanied by something equally distressing—a profound, aching exhaustion that seemed to seep into his very bones.

Before Peter could muster a response or offer comfort, Tony's hand shot out with a fierce urgency, gripping Peter's wrist with an unexpected intensity. The tremor in his grip betrayed the depth of his panic. “Please… don’t let it happen again,” Tony pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper, hoarse and filled with anguish. “I can’t—” He trailed off, the unspoken fear hanging heavy in the air between them, a weight that threatened to crush them both.

Peter’s heart thundered in his chest. The desperation in Tony’s voice, the way his hand gripped him, sent a thrill through Peter’s veins. He wasn’t sure if it was pity or something else that made him want to reach out and hold Tony—comfort him—but the intensity of it all consumed him.

“It’s okay,” Peter repeated, though his voice wavered. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Tony. I won’t leave.” Peter moved closer, his breath shaky, as he gently pried Tony’s hand off his wrist and took it in his own. The warmth of Tony’s skin sent a jolt through him. For a moment, he simply held Tony’s hand, unsure of what to do next. He could feel Tony’s pulse, fast and uneven, matching his own rapid heartbeat.

Tony leaned back against the headboard, breathing heavily. His eyes were wide and unblinking, but his gaze lingered on Peter, the fear still apparent. “I... I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending everything’s okay,” Tony admitted, his voice soft but strained. "The nightmares... they never stop."

Peter felt a strange sense of satisfaction as he noticed how much Tony seemed to depend on him, even if he didn't completely understand why. This moment of vulnerability was something Peter had longed for, even if he hadn’t realized it before. He wanted to be the one to save Tony—to be the one Tony relied on. He wanted to be the person who made everything right.

“I’ll be here for you,” Peter said softly, leaning forward to press his forehead against Tony’s. Their faces were so close that Peter could feel the warmth radiating from Tony’s skin. “I’ll always be here.”

Tony’s eyes fluttered, and for a moment, Peter thought he might pull away. But Tony didn’t. Instead, Tony’s fingers slowly traced the back of Peter’s hand, an unconscious motion that sent a shiver down Peter’s spine.

“You don’t have to do this, Peter,” Tony murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion and something else—something that Peter couldn’t quite place. "You don't know what you're asking for." Peter’s lips twitched into a faint smile. His heart raced, and his thoughts felt clouded. All he wanted was to be close to Tony, to make him need him. To be more than just the kid who idolized him.

“I know exactly what I’m asking for, Tony,” Peter whispered, the words hanging in the air, heavy with meaning. He gently cupped Tony’s face in his hands, the touch lingering longer than necessary. “I’ll stay with you tonight, okay? No nightmares. Just us.”

Tony’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and when they reopened, they held a softness and vulnerability that Peter had never witnessed before. The depth of emotion in Tony’s gaze made Peter’s heart tighten. As Tony leaned into Peter’s gentle touch, a shaky breath escaped his lips, filled with uncertainty. “Okay,” he whispered, the word hanging in the air, fragile and tentative, as if he were testing the weight of it.

Peter didn’t require Tony to offer reassurances. He didn’t need Tony to grasp the full magnitude of what he was feeling or the complexities of their situation. What he needed was for Tony to continue seeking him out, to lean on him like a sturdy pillar in a storm. As long as Tony relied on him, Peter would hold on tightly, ensuring that he was always there to catch him.

As Tony’s breathing slowly steadied, Peter remained at his side, never once considering leaving.

[unhingedaroaceboi]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Drabble, Implied/Referenced Sex, Top Tony Stark, Bottom Peter Parker, Established Relationship, Age Difference Series: Part 1 of lowercase drabbles Summary:

“it has been awhile…”

“not even a week, you can live a week without my dick.”

[innerempire]

gimme trophy husband!peter parker. Yes, he married rich and so fucking what if he’s seen as a status symbol for his billionaire husband - Tony Stark.

He will flaunt his status as Tony Stark’s attractive younger husband, and people are going to gossip about Peter despite knowing that he’s got a degree or two under his belt. Peter has absolutely no shame, loves being the youngest one at the events that Tony brings him to, with the intention of showing Peter off.

gimme!!trophy!!hubby!!peter!!

[lovelystarkersworld]

just thinking about the look he's giving the other as he walks away.

like he wants to pin him to the nearest wall and fuck him until all he can do is cry out his name because of the snarky response he made.

have him pushed against the rough surface and barely stripped because they were too impatient to undress fully. The older making the other beg for more as he teased his hole, not fucking him til they're on the verge of tears due to frustration.

holding his hands gently against the wall, a contrast the the way his hips are thrusting into his prostate roughly. moaning lowly into the youngers ear and whispering how much he loves when he brats out or just matches his energy.

idk idk just thinking

[ahornyaroace]

Such a Bad Idea

Starker | cw: sexual content, top!Peter x bottom!Tony

Tony was more than aware that this was a bad idea, but he also didn’t know how he survived so long without Peter’s cock.

He enjoyed this situation a little too much, Peter’s fingers dug into his butt cheeks to keep him spread, exposed as the boy pounds him with that huge and delicious cock. He braced himself against the wall, letting the thrill of being in an alleyway make all his sense turn up to 11.

Anyone could see them, part of Tony wanted it to happen, just to let someone know how lucky of a whore he is.

[handmedaisies]

who will write me an ACTUAL nice cool 15k mutual pining pepper/tony/peter where tony and pepper are initially not a established couple and maybe even divorced but but peter ( who has always had a crush on mr stark !!! finds himself too involved with miss potts during his very much adult and after college internship at si *aaaahh*

[kstarker]

Some fruit for thought:

Peter is younger than Tony and never lets him forget it. Always calling him “old man” or telling him he’s a cradle robber.

Sometimes, if he’s feeling particularly spicy in bed, he’ll remind Tony what a creep he is. Tells him how he shouldn’t let a dirty old man touch him like this. How Tony shouldn’t want this. Makes Tony beg him for the privilege to touch him and make him feel good.

Of course, Tony is much more experienced than Peter’s previous partners because of his age, and Peter loves to point it out. Loves to tell him how his years of experience have shaped his skill, how Peter is years behind him because of his age.

It makes Tony’s gut curl with humiliation in the best way. His face goes hot, the hairs on his arms stand up, his brain goes fuzzy. He’s a dirty old man, but he’s Peter’s dirty old man and he doesn’t want to be anything else.

Cmon now.. someone.. amyone.. talk to me about Tony being humiliated by Peter. It's all I can think about. Just tell me anything please sir PLEASE

[kstarker]

I-Love-You Kisses and Curry

For @thegreenmetblue

“Cum for me.”

It’s the last thing Peter hears before his vision whites out from pleasure. Tony had kept him on edge for the better part of an hour, finally letting Peter cum after taking apart bit by agonizing bit.

And now, his entire body is buzzing from the force of his orgasm. He can’t form a single thought, his eyelids feel heavy, and he can’t bring himself to even try and say anything. His ears are ringing from the effort exerted, and distantly, he can feel something warm and soft stroking his skin.

He doesn’t care. It’s just Tony. That’s how much he trusts the man. His spidey-sense doesn’t even register him as danger anymore. Tony is the only person who Peter could even fathom trusting this much. He earned it too. Tony invented time travel for him, saved the world for him.

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[yanderejustforyou]

Beneath the Mask

Summary:

Peter nodded, but something gnawed at him. He watched Tony for a few moments longer, the way his fingers moved over the tech, the way his eyes narrowed in concentration. Peter’s chest tightened, and he suddenly felt the need to be closer, to be in Tony’s space. He wanted Tony to notice him in a way that was more than just a protégé.

Peter Parker had always admired Tony Stark. Ever since their encounter during the fight in Berlin, he had been in awe of the man—the genius, the billionaire, and the hero. To Peter, Tony represented everything he aspired to be and more. He idolized him, sought his approval, and absorbed every piece of advice Tony offered.

Tony had acted as a mentor to him, guiding him and teaching him what it meant to be a hero. At least, that’s what Peter believed.

As time moved forward, Peter began to notice a shift within himself, one that he initially struggled to comprehend. Every time he encountered Tony—whether they were collaborating in the lab on exciting experiments, attending meetings filled with discussion and ideas, or simply sharing a meal at a table—the hold Tony had on his thoughts intensified. What had begun as simple admiration for his mentor’s genius and charisma evolved into something much more complex and unsettling.

Peter found himself captivated by Tony in ways that went beyond respect or friendship. It was as if a shadow had crept into his mind, darkening his once-clear perceptions. This feeling was no longer just a fleeting admiration; it had morphed into a consuming obsession that gnawed at him relentlessly. Despite his attempts to push these thoughts aside, they lingered like an uninvited guest in his mind.

At first, these feelings manifested subtly. He'd catch himself stealing glances at Tony, noticing the way his eyes sparkled with amusement, or how his smile carried an infectious warmth. It was in these moments that Peter’s thoughts would wander, drifting into territories he knew he shouldn’t explore. But as days turned into weeks, the initial subtlety faded, evolving into an overwhelming urge that began to dominate his every thought and action. He could feel it—a powerful force that threatened to take control of him, one that he desperately tried to resist yet found himself increasingly powerless against.

It all started one night at the Avengers Tower. Peter was there to help with a small project, but Tony had been acting differently lately. There was a distance in his eyes, something that Peter couldn’t quite place. Peter felt a strange surge of jealousy when he saw Tony chatting with Natasha, laughing like they were more than just teammates. He couldn’t explain why it bothered him so much.

“Hey, Mr. Stark,” Peter called out, pushing aside the unsettling feeling churning in his stomach as he stepped into the lab , the familiar sights and sounds wrapping around him like a second skin.

Tony looked up from his workbench, where an array of sleek gadgets and glowing screens illuminated his focused expression. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he recognized Peter's voice. “What’s up, kid?” he replied, his tone light but with a hint of curiosity.

Peter hesitated for a moment , scrutinizing the tangled wires and half-finished projects scattered across the table. He shrugged, trying to appear casual despite the anxiety brewing inside him. “I just wanted to check on the project. How’s it going?” he asked, hoping his concern didn’t fully seep through.

Tony gestured toward the cluttered workbench with a relaxed air. “Pretty good. I’ve got a few kinks to work out,” he said, his confidence evident, “but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” His fingers deftly moved over a complex circuit board, showcasing his skill and passion for the work.

Peter nodded, though a sense of apprehension gnawed at him. He continued to watch Tony, captivated by the way his focus sharpened, his brow furrowing as he concentrated. Each delicate movement of Tony's hands seemed to draw Peter in closer, amplifying the weight of his unspoken feelings.

As he observed the brilliant inventor immersed in his craft, Peter’s chest tightened. A sudden urge washed over him—a desire to bridge the distance, to step into Tony’s space and connect with him on a deeper level. At that moment, he yearned for Tony to see him not just as a protégé, but as someone he truly cared about.

“Mr. Stark, I—uh…” Peter stammered, his voice faltering. “Do you ever… do you ever get lonely?”

Tony looked up at him, a small frown tugging at his lips. “Lonely? No, not really. But then again, I’ve always had work to keep me busy. Why do you ask?”

Peter shifted his weight nervously, his heart hammering in his chest. “Just curious,” he replied.

There was a brief pause, and then Tony stood up, walking over to him. He placed a hand on Peter’s shoulder in that familiar way that made Peter feel special, as if he were important. However, this time, the touch lingered just a little too long.

“You know, you’re like a kid brother to me,” Tony said with a grin, as if trying to ease Peter’s discomfort. “But I gotta say, you’ve been acting a little… strange lately. What’s going on with you?”

Peter’s mind raced, the pressure of his feelings building until it felt like it would explode. He needed Tony to understand. He needed Tony to notice him. To really notice him. His breath quickened, and without thinking, he blurted out, “I’m not just your kid brother, Mr. Stark. I… I want more than that. I want you to see me. I want to be more than just your sidekick. I want you.”

The words spilled from his lips in a rush before he could rein them in, leaving a bitter taste of regret in his mouth. Heat flooded his cheeks, turning them a deep crimson as he glanced away, unable to muster the courage to meet Tony’s piercing gaze.

Tony’s expression went rigid, his brows furrowing as he searched Peter’s face for any sign that this was all a joke. But there was nothing lighthearted in Peter’s eyes—no glimmer of mischief, no playful spark. Instead, they held a profound darkness, a sense of desperation that sent a chill through the air between them.

Tony’s hand slid off Peter’s shoulder as he stepped back, his brow furrowing. “Peter… What the hell are you talking about?”

Peter’s chest felt tight, the weight of his feelings threatening to suffocate him. “I just… I just want you to notice me, Tony. To really see me. I’ve always been here, always been good enough, right?”

Tony took a step back, his face unreadable. “Kid, listen. I’ve always had your back, but you need to understand something. You’re not the only one with problems. You don’t need to go down this road. You’re better than this. Just … calm down, okay?”

Peter's head spun like a whirlwind, drowning out Tony's words that seemed to hang uselessly in the air. Instead, all he could hear was the relentless pounding of his heart thundering in his ears, a wild and urgent rhythm that mirrored the chaos within him. A nagging urgency clawed at his insides, a deep-seated need to make Tony see him for who he truly was. He longed for Tony to understand that he was meant to be more than just a sidekick—he was the one who could fill the void Tony never acknowledged.

Before Tony could utter another syllable, Peter surged forward, grabbing him by the collar with an intensity that startled even him. "No, Tony. I’m not just your kid. I’m not just your sidekick. I need you," he implored, his voice low and trembling with desperation . Each word dripped with an unrecognized danger, a raw vulnerability that left him exposed, as if he were baring his very soul in that fleeting moment.

Tony’s eyes widened for a split second, but then his face hardened, his hand coming up to push Peter’s away. “This isn’t you, Peter. I don’t know what’s going on with you, but you need to stop before it gets out of hand.”

But Peter wasn’t listening anymore. He was too far gone. His admiration for Tony had become something twisted, something all-consuming. He had built up a fantasy in his mind, and now that fantasy was all he could see.

“I’m not going to stop, Tony,” Peter muttered under his breath , his voice low but determined. “I’ll do whatever it takes for you to understand. For you to see me. I’ll make you see me.”

Tony's jaw tightened, a storm of disbelief and concern brewing in his eyes as he gazed at Peter. “Peter… you’re really scaring me,” he uttered, his voice low and shaky.

Peter’s laughter echoed softly, carrying an unsettling edge that sent chills down Tony's spine. “You don’t have to be scared, Tony. All I want is for you to love me. I’ll do anything for that,” he declared, his tone almost frenzied, hinting at a desperation that made Tony's heart race.

Turning abruptly, Peter began to walk away, his footsteps echoing in the silence . Inside, his mind churned with obsessive plans, each thought a thread pulling him closer to the singular goal of making Tony see him—truly see him—in the way he craved, in the way he felt he needed.

The world could crumble around them, but as far as Peter was concerned, nothing else mattered as long as Tony Stark was his.

[unhingedaroaceboi]

@wlwomegaverse omegafest '24: 01. voice kink + 11. growling

omega x omega | top!Peter x bottom!Tony

Tony always liked omegas, even more female omegas, all cute and small and he thought there was something way more aesthetically pleasing about them. He liked the whole "I'll do whatever I want" that came with it as little traditionalist bitches thought they had any write to tell him how to live him life.

Sex was very, very satisfactory with omegas.

Then came Peter, it was even better.

It was cute, in the beginning, how Peter seemed all ashamed and shy about how big his cock was. Omegas tended to have average or smaller dicks, really, Tony was proud of his own twelve centimeters erected because he made it worth it. It was ridiculous next to some alphas he had, but perfectly fine and normal.

Peter's twenty-three was a monster.

Nowadays Peter finally learned that he didn't need to be ashamed. Omegas were built to take cocks that size and larger, and he had a very good stamina. He was also strong, Tony loved it as he was pushed face first against the mattress. Peter was roughly as tall as him, he mounted him almost too easily, and pounded into his dripping wet ass. Despite his age, Tony still produced slick enough out of heat.

Peter was growling against the back of his neck, muffled when he bit down, marked Tony's neck and shoulders with his teeth. Marked him as Peter's. (Tony laughed at the thought of what Howard would think of his only son being a fellow omega's cum dumpster).

Peter had such a sweet little voice, one that didn't fit the ripped body and giant dick hidden under his clothes. One that went surprisingly deep when he wanted too, growling like a demon as his cock battered Tony's cervix.

(Tony hoped they were lucky enough for him to get fucking bred by this delicious omega.)

He felt the growling deep into his chest, leaking from his abused hole and his neglected cock. Peter liked to make him cum without touching it.

It was easy when Peter also liked to growl cum for me, sweetheart.

[innerempire]

{Starkercest}

“Baby, any reason why you’re here looking more in love with the hors d’eavours than your boyfriend who has been standing there in the corner looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here?”

Peter flinches, nearly dropping the champagne flute in his left hand, the other stealing another onion jam and cheese rugelach. He pops it into his mouth, sighing happily when he chews into it.

“Because these are fantastic. They’re my favorite.”

Tony plucks the empty flute from Peter’s hand and passes it to a service staff walking past. “I know, that’s why I specifically requested for the catering staff to prepare more of it. So-“ Tony flicks his gaze across the room. “Why are you breaking up with Briar?”

“I- how did you-“ Peter snags a napkin to wipe his fingers with. “It’s Brian, by the way.”

“I don’t really give a fuck, you know that.”

“Well, you should be concerned that your 21 year old son can’t seem to date anyone for more than 6 months.” Peter grumbles under his breath before he follows it up with a sigh. “I don’t know, dad. He’s so…” He gestures uselessly with his hands.

“Dull? Plebian? A tool?”

“Dad!” Peter feels horrible for even trying to suppress his laugh.

“Baby, I keep saying this and you keep ignoring me, but you’ve got to start dating someone of your calibre.” Tony reaches out and tucks an errant curl behind Peter’s ear, the affectionate gesture making the younger male smile.

“I dated Harry Osborne last year, and you still didn’t approve. He’s smart, rich and-“

“Uh, uh.” Tony warns, raising a finger to effectively stop Peter. “I don’t need you praising another man when I’m right here in front of you.”

“I was going to say that he’s smart, rich and as great as he is, he’s still not you.”

“Atta boy. No one can be me, because that’d be a problem.”

“Brian thinks it’s weird how close we are with each other. And he said some things about you which I obviously didn’t agree with.”

Peter really won’t stand for anyone talking shit about his dad.

“So you did bring him here so that he’d make up his mind to break up with you.”

“…yes?”

“Great. Saves me the trouble of giving him the shovel talk.” Tony looks all too pleased by the idea of his son’s breakup, just as he always had been with Peter’s past ex-boyfriends.

“There’s also another reason why I’m breaking up with him. You see, someone I’m really, truly in love with…” Peter reaches a hand out, delicately adjusting Tony’s bowtie. “…he’s turning 50 today. I’m also so tired of him pretending that he doesn’t want me, when it’s so obvious he does.”

“Huh.” Tony stills, and something in the air shifts. “Sounds like an idiot.”

“I wouldn’t say that. Sometimes, it’s more of him….biding his time. But I’ve been waiting for two yea and frankly, it’s not fun anymore. Hence, this conversation.”

Even at 50, Tony was so fucking ridiculously handsome. The whole bearded look was really going to be the death of Peter, and he figures that once Tony starts going for that whole silver-fox grey look, Peter is absolutely doomed for.

“So…I’m making myself available so that I can gift myself to him, because I know he’s a possessive man and sharing is…well, it’s not in his dictionary.”

“Peter.”

“Dad.” Peter fiddles with the lapels of Tony’s suit jacket. “I thought me going to college and creating some “distance” between us was going to spur you into action. Stop making me wait.”

Tony smiles. It’s fond. Indulgent.

“I was going to wait until graduation.”

Peter scoffs, “Waiting’s not exactly your strongest strength, dad. This is the last time I’m offering, so you’d better take it. Or else next semester, I’m going to bring home my really hot, older professor that’s been eyeing me since last year and-“

“Peter. Are you threatening me?”

“You know I don’t make empty threats, daddy, so-“ Peter pats Tony lightly on the chest, his smile entirely playful. “-you’d better buck up and do something.”

-/-

Half an hour later, Peter doesn’t even have it in him to feel remotely guilty when Brian accidentally wanders into one of the guest bedrooms. He really should have locked the doorF but maybe a part of him actually wanted this to happen.

The room is dark, blinds drawn and in their haste to undress and fuck, neither Peter and Tony had bothered with the lights.

The light from the hallway spills into the room, illuminating Peter’s blissed-out expression as Tony fucks him from behind. Their eyes meet; Peter’s gaze misty and half-lidded and Brian’s wide with the disbelief and betrayal.

Tony’s too far gone in his pleasure, eyes clenched and his forehead pressed against Peter’s shoulder blades to even register that they’ve just been walked on.

“Oh fuck-“ Peter doesn’t shift his gaze away, nor is there any semblance of regret as his (ex) boyfriend watches him pushing back against his dad’s cock. “Dad, fuck me, please. Want you to come in me-“ He lets out a high keening sound when Tony tugs at his hair, a muffled “christ, baby, you’re gonna fucking kill me” whispered against his shoulder.