#peter x tony nff

[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

[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!!

[muse-of-gods]

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

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[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.

[3xamenace]

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.”

[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*

[khalixascorner]

Promised in Chains Pt 1

Summary: Omegas are considered too fragile to perform high risk jobs, and that definitely includes superheroing. Peter knows this and hides the fact that he's an Omega from everyone but his mentor. When a mission goes wrong and his designation gets revealed, his whole world seems to be falling apart until Tony offers him a way out. However Peter quickly finds that Tony's offer was not everything he thought it would be, and he must find his balance quickly in his new role as Omega mate of the Pack Alpha of the Avengers.

Tags: Starker, Rape/Non-con Elements, Extremely Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Tony Stark, Omega Peter Parker, Dark Tony Stark, Naive Peter Parker, Light Dehumanization, Light Feminization, Intersex Omegas, ritual bonding, Pack Dynamics, Manipulative Tony Stark, Manipulative Nick Fury, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Tony creates circumstances that force Peter to bond with him and then takes advantage of society's views on Omegas, Non-consensual medical examinations, No experimentation, But Cho does a full medical work up, without Peter's explicit consent, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Tony totally drugs him

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Tony watched carefully as Peter swung about, helping web down doom bots and generally causing enough of a ruckus to draw some of the attention away from him or the other Avengers. Most people would agree that Omegas like the young man shouldn’t be on the field, especially unmated. Hell, Tony would agree if it weren’t for the fact that he was already working towards fixing that.

When Tony first met Peter, he had intended to sit the Omega down and put an end to things before the kid got hurt. As the Pack Alpha for the Avengers, he was seen as a leader in the superhero community, and such tasks were often left to him. However, the Omega surprised him, not only with his intelligence, but also with his drive, so Tony changed his plans on the fly. Instead of shutting him down, he invited the young Omega to his labs for an upgrade. He didn’t go all out, as Spider-man wasn’t officially associated with the Avengers so it would look odd for him to be decked out in Stark Tech, but it was enough to keep him safe while Tony implemented his plan.

It took months to build trust with the little spider. Months of assuring Fury he had it under control and that his plan was still moving forward. And today, it was finally going to pay off.

Tony waited for Peter to inevitably take a hit from a doom bot, then activated the nanites hidden in the suit. Ostensibly, they were there to repair the suit and help close any wounds Peter might receive, but today, they would also serve another function. Today, they would inject a compound that would set off the events needed to send the Omega running into his arms. All he had to do now was wait.

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Peter wasn’t sure what had hit him after a doom bot sent him flying, but it was a doozy. Normally, he had no problem shaking the hits off. For a moment, he worried he’d been poisoned, but then he felt the telltale drip of slick and he froze.

He wasn’t due for at least another month, and he was always so careful to never go out around his heat like Mr. Stark had warned him.

Peter bit back a whimper and frantically tried to think of how he was going to get home ok when his body was slipping so fast. Luckily, the AI Mr. Stark had put in his suit had caught on and was offering to connect him to the Alpha.

“Please, Karen, tell Mr. Stark I need help,” Peter all but cried. The cramps were coming faster now, and it hurt. Clearly, this was not a normal heat and he didn’t understand what could have triggered it.

He was so caught up in trying to manage the pain that Peter didn’t notice Mr. Stark landing nearby. Nor did he hear when the Alpha called him. It was only when he felt a sharp pain in his thigh that Peter realized he was no longer alone.

“Hey kid, it’s going to be ok,” the Alpha said. 

Peter didn’t hear if he said anything else as the suppressant and the pain overwhelmed his senses. He trusted Mr. Stark to get him to safety though and didn’t fight the darkness.

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When he came to, he was in the Medbay hooked up to an IV. That wasn’t surprising, and it was hardly his first visit. What was surprising was Director Fury of the Avengers sitting in the chair next to his bed. That was downright terrifying actually. His heart rate picked up and Fury finally looked over at him.

“I see you’re finally awake,” Fury said, his face set in a permanent frown. “You know, I didn’t think I’d have to be having this conversation. In fact, I’d still rather not because it’s a pretty well known fact that Omegas shouldn’t be in high risk occupations. Do you know why that is, Mr. Parker?”

“Sir, I-”

“I don’t want to hear excuses, Parker,” Fury growled, and Peter couldn’t help shrinking into himself. “It is a well established fact that Omegas are susceptible to stress induced heats. It’s also a well established fact that said heats can endanger those around them because they interfere with an Alpha’s senses while also leaving the Omega defenseless.”

Peter opened his mouth to argue but shut it again when Fury shot him another glare.

“That was reckless, irresponsible, and just downright stupid, Mr. Parker,” Fury continued. “You had no plan in place and if it wasn’t for Stark, you wouldn’t have even had a suppressant on hand to manage it. Clearly, I have let this go on for too long. I thought Stark might talk some sense into you or at least keep a proper eye on you. That was my poor judgment, and I’ll be rectifying it now.”

“What do you mean?” Peter asked, his heart pounding.

“Effective immediately, Spider-man is no more,” Fury said. “Our scientists will work on reversing or suppressing your mutations, and in the meantime, you’re on lock down. I won’t have any more nonsense from you. It’s bad enough I have to go before the press and admit that we let an Omega go out as a superhero. The press is going to eat us alive for Omega endangerment. I don’t need more collateral damage.”

“Sir, please!” Peter tried to argue but Fury just shook his head and swept from the room.

 Peter couldn’t help the panic and tears Fury’s words caused. His powers, his mutations, were part of him. He couldn’t go back to being the weak asthmatic kid he was before. It would be like seeing in colors and then losing it.

He was still panicking when Mr. Stark walked in.

“Whoa, you gotta calm down, Pete,” Mr. Stark said but Peter just shook his head. 

How could he be calm when he was in pain from the suppressants coupled with the emotional pain of Fury’s threat? The Alpha clearly didn’t agree though and tried again, this time with more authority behind his voice. 

“Breathe for me, Peter.”

It took a few tries, but with the Alpha so close, it was hard for Peter to not listen. Once he was calm, he explained everything Fury had said.

“Please, Mr. Stark, you can’t let him do that,” Peter begged. “I can’t go back to the me I was before. I’ll do anything.”

The Alpha was quiet, but Peter could see the older man contemplating their options.

“There is one thing,” Mr. Stark said, voice quiet and eyes far away. He turned away from Peter but not before Peter caught the narrowing of his eyebrows and firming of his lips. “There’s no point in saying I told you so’s and you should’ve been more careful. We’re in this mess now and… If we had more time, I could figure out a better fix for this, kid, but the truth is Fury wants this done yesterday. So.”

 Peter’s chest goes tight at the reminder but Tony’s words gave him hope.

 “So?” When Tony still wouldn’t look at him, he grabbed the Alpha’s wrist, fingers tight with a hint of superhuman strength. “Whatever it is– Anything is better than losing who I am as Spider-man.”

 Tony shook his head, “I need time. My… solution… It isn’t something that we can just do without thinking about it. It’s serious and irreversible.”

 But they didn’t have time. Peter knew it and Tony knew it too. He could go to sleep tonight and wake up tomorrow as a civilian. He wouldn’t put it past Fury to follow through while he’s knocked out on meds.

 “Mr. Stark– Please…”

 Finally, finally– Mr. Stark turned back to him. His expression showed just how much he was unhappy with what he was about to say.

 “Mating.”

 The color drained from Peter’s face. That was not what he was expecting. His stomach cramped, hard, a not so gentle reminder that his body was still going through the brutal affects of a forced heat suppressant.

 “W-what?”

“If we mate, I can protect you from Fury’s threat,” Mr. Stark said quietly. “You’ll be under my jurisdiction, not his, and we’ll be able to use my full resources as not only majority shareholder and primary IP creator for SI, but also as Pack Alpha for the Avengers. He won’t be able to touch you without severe repercussions.”

“I-” Peter suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe and more tears slipped free. Either way, he was giving up something that felt like a part of himself. Spider-man or his independence as an unbonded Omega. It was all so much on top of feeling ill, and he felt like there was no way he could make this decision in this state but there was no time.

“Easy, Peter. Take some deep breaths for me, there you go.” The Alpha’s voice was calming and familiar, the same tone he used the few times Peter’s senses had gotten overwhelmed in the lab. It caused something inside of Peter’s chest to loosen a little, and he relaxed minutely.

This was still Mr. Stark, the man who had given him a chance despite being only 18 and an Omega at that. The one who let him in his state of the art labs and made a suit to protect him. Clearly, there was only one real choice here.

“Please, sir, if you’re willing, I’d like to be your Omega.”

[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

[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.

[muse-of-gods]

Tony sending Peter a message. It says:

[kstarker]

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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.

[3xamenace]

@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.

[thebonerpit]

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This is absolutely not an exhaustive list! These are pairings I have read and/or written and will continue to do so. I didn't include pairings I adore and support but wouldn't necessarily seek out fic for (eg. Elena/Nate from Uncharted).

Dragon Age - Cullen/Dorian, Cullen/Dorian/The Iron Bull, Dorian/M!Inquisitor, F!Lavellan/Solas, Alistair/F!Cousland, Fenris/M!Hawke, Anders/M!Hawke, Anders/Fenris, Fenris/Sebastian, Davrin/Lucanis, Emmrich/Rook

Mass Effect - Kaiden/M!Shepard, Garrus/F!Shepard, Harry/M!Ryder, M!Ryder/Reyes, Bain/Reyes

Other Video Games - Ceolbert/Ivarr (AC Valhalla), Erke/Stowe (AC Valhalla), Alexios/Thaletas (AC Odyssey), Gavin/RK900 (Detroit Become Human), Corvo/The Outsider (Dishonored), Colt/Frank (Deathloop), Andrew Ryan/Sander Cohen (Bioshock), Jacob/Staci (Far Cry 5), Jason/Tim (Gotham Knights/DCU), Bruce/Dick (Gotham Knights/DCU)

MCU - Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Peter Parker/Harley Keener, Peter Parker/Harley Keener/Tony Stark, Peter Parker/Felicia Hardy, Stephen Strange/Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes/Zemo, Loki/Thor

TV - Hannibal/Will (Hannibal), Amos/Prax (The Expanse), Frank/Karen (Daredevil/The Punisher), Alice/Luther (Luther), Mulder/Scully (The X-Files), Buck/Eddie (9-1-1), Buck/Tommy (9-1-1), Lestat/Louis (IWTV), Armand/Daniel (IWTV)

Film - Arthur/Eames (Inception), Eames/Fischer (Inception), Joe/Nicky (The Old Guard), Erik/Charles (X-Men series)

[khalixascorner]

Promised in Chains Pt 5

Summary: Omegas are considered too fragile to perform high risk jobs, and that definitely includes superheroing. Peter knows this and hides the fact that he's an Omega from everyone but his mentor. When a mission goes wrong and his designation gets revealed, his whole world seems to be falling apart until Tony offers him a way out. However Peter quickly finds that Tony's offer was not everything he thought it would be, and he must find his balance quickly in his new role as Omega mate of the Pack Alpha of the Avengers.

Tags: Starker, Rape/Non-con Elements, Extremely Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Tony Stark, Omega Peter Parker, Dark Tony Stark, Naive Peter Parker, Light Dehumanization, Light Feminization, Intersex Omegas, ritual bonding, Pack Dynamics, Manipulative Tony Stark, Manipulative Nick Fury, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Tony creates circumstances that force Peter to bond with him and then takes advantage of society's views on Omegas, Non-consensual medical examinations, No experimentation, But Cho does a full medical work up, without Peter's explicit consent, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Tony totally drugs him

Read on AO3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

As they stepped into the penthouse, Tony took Peter’s hand and led him over to the kitchen.

“Where are we going?” Peter asked, the confusion clearly written across his face.

“You need a snack before we head down to the lab,” Tony replied as he threw together a plate full of finger foods. “Figure you can nibble while you’re knotted.”

“I-what?” 

Tony could hear the skittishness in Peter’s voice but he had told the kid what would be happening and he intended to follow through. With the plate in hand, he walked over to the side of the tall island that had chairs and set the plate down in front of one. Then he held out a hand to Peter.

“Come here.” He kept his voice gentle for now, not wanting to rely on his Alpha voice if he didn’t have to. 

Peter looked hesitant, but Tony waited patiently. His patience was rewarded as Peter slowly stepped towards him and placed a hand in Tony’s. The Alpha pulled him in until the Omega was standing mere inches away.

“Do you remember the choice I gave you downstairs?” Tony asked as he brought a hand up to gently cup the Omega’s face.

“Yo-your hands o-or your kn-not,” Peter stuttered, his skin flushing beneath Tony’s hand. 

“That’s right, and I told you if you picked hands, I’d knot you before we went down to the lab,” Tony said. “You’ve got to get more comfortable with the things that might be asked of you, and I know your aunt raised you with a liberal mindset but the world doesn’t work like that, especially not for people like us.”

“Like us?” Peter asked, and Tony had to hold back the dark grin at how easily Peter was handled.

“People with power, who are held up as examples,” Tony explained. “The people that will judge us aren’t liberal and if they see you behaving as anything other than my perfect mate, it will make it harder for all of us.”

“But what does that have to do with-with doing that where everyone can see?” Peter asked as he wrapped his arms around himself.

“A devoted Omega mate only cares about the approval of their Alpha and is supposed to be willing to do as the Alpha asks,” Tony said. “This includes submitting to them in public and allowing dominance displays when necessary.”

“I-It makes me uncomfortable, knowing that they’re all looking,” Peter said softly. 

“I know, and you did really well today,” Tony said, pulling Peter in for a hug. “I’m so proud of you for trying to be good for me.”

Peter looked like he wanted to argue but Tony prevented it by leaning down and kissing the Omega. He allowed his hands to wander as he claimed Peter’s mouth for a second kiss.

“I know it makes you uncomfortable to be in a public spot but I have a plan to help you feel less nervous,” Tony said as he finally pulled back. “I think if we practice in the public rooms up here when it’s just us, it will make it easier when we’re down in the Avenger’s common areas. So I’m going to knot you here and while you’re knotted, I’ll feed you a snack. We’ll do something similar every day until you can feel relaxed and enjoy being knotted while doing everyday things like eating or watching a show in the common rooms.”

Peter still looked uneasy, so Tony pulled him into another hug.

“Hey, you know I wouldn’t do this if we didn’t have to,” Tony said gently. “But it’s what’s going to be expected and I don’t want you caught off guard. And I meant it about lab time. We’ll get this out of the way and head on down for the rest of the day.”

Peter relaxed into his hold once he brought up the lab again. Tony hid his smile in the Omega’s hair. It was true that he was allowed to be more free in the labs, but at the same time, the lab had always been Tony’s domain and Peter deferred to him even there. 

“Alright, let’s get you knotted and fed, yeah?” Tony said after another minute cuddling the kid.   

“Ok,” Peter replied softly, looking to Tony for direction. It still didn’t feel quite right but he trusted the Alpha. 

He didn’t fight as Tony turned him so that he was leaning up against the island, though he jumped when the Alpha slid his hand down the front of Peter’s pants.

“When I mate you in public, I’ll always loosen you up first with your clothes on,” Tony murmured as he draped himself over Peter’s back. “You’re mine to protect and I refuse to let other Alphas see any more of you than absolutely necessary.”

Peter felt his panties pushed aside again, and two fingers slid into his wet hole. He gasped at the feeling, still sensitive from earlier, then moaned when a third finger pushed in. 

His Alpha didn’t bother with a fourth. Peter could hear a zipper being pulled down followed by the sound of skin on skin. Without warning, Tony yanked his pants and panties down just past his ass while also pushing him flat against the cool marble top. The Alpha’s cock eased in slowly, drawing a garbled moan from Peter as he struggled with the fullness and the odd angle. 

“That’s it, good Omega,” Tony grunted as he bottomed out. The Alpha leaned over and nipped at Peter’s neck, sending sparks down his spine. 

“Alphaaaa,” Peter cried, scrambling to position himself better so that it wasn’t so overwhelming. Before he could ask the Alpha to ease up, Tony pulled out and started pounding into him. Each thrust drove the very breath from him, but instead of struggling, his body went more lax. 

It was terrifying to lose control like that, and tears slipped down his cheeks as the frustration built. What was worse was that he could feel how hard his cocklet was getting, how wet his hole was becoming, like his body just wanted to be used. 

“Hey, no, don’t cry, baby,” Tony soothed. “Almost done, and you’re doing so good, baby.”

The praise warmed his chest but did nothing for his conflicted mind. Tears continued to fall as Tony pulled out and dragged him upright. Peter tried to turn, but the Alpha stopped him, instead lifting Peter into his lap and sliding him back on the Alpha’s cock. 

“Just relax, Omega,” Tony said, nuzzling at the back of Peter’s neck even as he lifted Peter up in short jerky movements, only to slam him back down. “We’ll make it better, promise.”

Tony continued to thrust and grind into him until he felt the Alpha’s knot expand. His mate slipped a hand around to his cocklet, and he couldn’t help but buck into the feeling. It didn’t take long until Peter was coming, his body milking Tony’s knot for every last drop of cum. 

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Tony waited for the aftershocks to ease up and then he carefully re-situated them on the chair. The older man was beyond glad they had gone for the extra wide seats with backs so that he could sit relatively comfortably in the chair while Peter was knotted on his lap.

It took a bit longer for the Omega to perk up enough to eat, and Tony preened a little at how well fucked the kid was. He enjoyed pushing his fingers into Peter’s mouth as he fed him, the Omega clearly too out of it to argue or get embarrassed. Tony made the most progress with his training in moments like these, when Peter’s guard was all the way down and the Omega was reacting on instinct to his mate’s proximity.

They stayed in the kitchen until Tony’s knot went down. When Peter slid off of him, Tony was quick to insert a plug into the Omega’s wet hole before pulling up his pants and panties again.

“Ah- Alpha, what-” 

“To keep you from making a mess,” Tony interrupted, anticipating Peter’s question. “Now, go change clothes so we can hit the lab. We’ll shower later since we’re going to end up dirty anyway.”

Tony put just enough command in his voice that Peter didn’t argue and was soon back dressed in his normal T-shirt and jeans. Tony could still smell the Omega’s slick and his cum, and he felt his cock stiffen again. He ignored it though, having promised the Omega lab time and he intended to deliver. 

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They spent the rest of the day in the lab, not stopping until well after dinner time. Tony had Friday order pizza when they got back to the penthouse, then bent Peter over the arm of the couch and fucked him hard and fast. Tony had been hard for hours, so he knotted in no time, whispering praises to the Omega as he bred him. Then he got them both comfortable on the couch and turned on a movie to wait out the knot to. 

Peter was dozing lightly in his arms, still knotted and his own cocklet out when Steve brought them their pizzas. The other Alpha gave Tony an approving nod as he dropped the food and drink nearby and then slipped out of the penthouse again.