#starktober

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Watercolors for my Starktober challenge. I’m doing vampires this year.

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It was an impulse trip, and way too early in the morning, but when Peter gets an idea in his head, and smiles like that, Tony can't bring himself to say no.

Day 6: Fog

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Kinktober 02: Brat Taming

notes: first kinktober prompt! tony thought he’d already given peter enough lessons about how he was supposed to behave. what’s a man to do when his perfect boy disobeys and gets an attitude about it? also nobody is proofing these ( including me ) so sorry if things don’t make sense or there are typos. peter might not be bratty enough but it’s fine i did my best.

warning(s): daddy kink, spanking

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Somewhere near his feet, his boy was whimpering. Staring up at him with wide, imploring eyes. Peter had such beautiful eyes. A deep brown that reminded him of a nice, dark oak, which so happened to be what his dining room table was made out of.

Unfortunately, the boy’s behavior today earned him a seat beneath the table instead of at it. Peter typically perched himself in the seat next to Tony and ate with dainty bites and a raised chin. He’d settled into his newfound life of lavish riches well, thanks to the older man. He’d found the boy on the streets, dirty with less than a dollar to his name. He’d clung to Tony’s jacket asking after food, and the man had smirked at him.

“I think I’ve got something better I could give you.”

He made Peter blow him in the backseat of his Rolls Royce. The partition was up, as it often was when these things occurred, but Tony was certain that Happy could still hear the loud suckling sounds the boy had made. He was like an overeager dog that first time, slobbering everywhere, not quite sure what to do without Tony’s hand to guide him.

Peter had gotten better, naturally. Tony had taught him. He’d introduced the boy to a plethora of new toys: gags and whips, swings and dildos the likes of which he’d never seen. Peter’s favorite toy had been a pink plug with a diamond stud on the end of it for quite some time. He’d cried when he grew out of it and no longer found the girth comfortable inside of him. Most of the time, he spent his days yearning after the older man’s cock, as he’d been trained to.

Perhaps trained wasn’t the correct term for it, Tony mused to himself. He took a swig of his scotch, already on his second pour though he’d yet to finish so much as a third of his roast duck. He heard Peter whimpering from where he sat, and felt the telltale rut of the boy’s hips against his leg.

Tony scowled. “No.” He hissed the word like he was talking to a disobedient dog.

But tonight, that was what Peter was. He had deliberately disobeyed Tony when he’d told him that he’d be home late, and under no circumstances was he allowed to touch himself. Peter had done it anyway, thinking he could cum beneath the pillowcase and hide it, or have the maids clean it before Tony got home. The boy had yet to realize that Tony had a nanny cam on him at all times, and that he could see when Peter was up to no good.

He played nice when he walked in the door, petting Peter’s hair and cooing at him, telling him he needed to shower before dinner. There were specks of blood on the sleeves of his shirt, and he wasn’t the sort of man to go to dinner soiled. But then, as Peter chirped at him so sweetly and said he’d wait for him to finish, Tony had yanked the boy by his hair and shoved his nose into the pillow that he’d humped to climax, snarling at him for doing so, asking him if he thought he could get away with it.

Instead of remorse, which was what he expected from his boy by now (Peter knew better, Tony had taught him better), Peter had huffed, “You made me wait all day, Daddy! It’s been hours.”

The whiney tone hadn’t earned him any favors with the older man. Tony had slapped his ass for it and promptly put that little cock of his in a cute cage. This, like his favorite plug had been, was baby pink and accentuated with a little, condescending bow at the front. It saved him from the unsightly image of Peter’s cock leaking all down his thighs. To double the punishment, he’d forced the boy to stay naked through the duration of dinner.

Naturally, rutting wasn’t allowed. He didn’t want precum smeared on his slacks.

“Daddy,” Peter said, whining as he settled his chin atop Tony’s leg. He felt the boy shuffling against him, his hips pressing tentatively into the expensive fabric of Tony’s slacks. Again. The older man’s scowl deepened. “You’ve barely had any food,” Peter said, his lips curving into a pout. “You’re not even hungry. You’re being mean!”

“And you’ve lost sight of your manners tonight.”

Peter looked startled when Tony pushed back from his seat to give himself more room. He grabbed the boy by his curls, which the older man so often cherished, and hauled him up so he was bent over the table, his hips pressing right into the edge of it. One of the maids, who had been bringing in another scotch for Tony, froze at the sight and then averted her eyes as she backed out of the room.

They knew better than to interrupt when he had a lesson to teach his boy.

“I’m sorry!” Peter was quick to say, realizing that his Daddy wasn’t in a generous mood tonight. It should’ve dawned on him hours ago, but the truth was that Tony spoiled him rotten (the man knew it, too) and he hadn’t had a punishment in weeks.

Not since the incident where Tony had caught him fucking himself out by the pool, where anyone could’ve seen. Oh, he’d been furious about that.

“I don’t think you are sorry,” Tony growled. “I think you’re getting a little too comfortable. All these fancy things that you have now, I could take them away in a heartbeat. I could send you right back out on the streets where I found you.”

“Y-yes,” Peter said.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir!” His voice hitched higher, into a faint squeak. Peter felt a hand, big and calloused, caressing his ass.

Oh, no.

“I’ll be good, Daddy. I just wanted to cum,” he said quickly, hoping to stave off a worse punishment before it could start. “Just so horny for you, Daddy. Wanted to — wanted to ride you tonight real good. Yeah. Give you a blowjob, too.”

Tony chuckled, squeezing the meat of Peter’s ass, watching the skin redden with the imprint of his fingers. “That right?” he asked, playing into the boy’s desperate little game.

“Yes, sir! Wanted to let you cum on my face like you like. Remember? Or on my — my tits.”

Tony didn’t have to look at Peter to know he was blushing. He’d never been comfortable calling them that, and he’d always whine and turn away whenever Tony did it. The man smirked. His little brat was being so obvious. “You know what I think?”

“What do you think, Daddy?” Peter whispered.

“I think that you’re a conniving little shit who needs to be taught a lesson.”

Peter let out a squeal when that rough hand came down across his ass. The slap was so hard that it left him reeling, his poor, caged cock dribbling out precum all between his thighs.

“Count.”

He wet his lips, “O-one, Daddy.”

[dreamwoodwalking]

Last year’s Starktober bits. I use watercolor and Diamine inks.

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Starktober watercolors for this year. Vampire Bucky stalking Stark. Like one does.

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Snippets from Starktober this year.

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A few more watercolors for Starktober

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Peter has always been able to trust his senses, trying to operate without them was like grasping at shadows, like stumbling through fog.

Day 6: Fog [2]

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Dating Tony comes with a lot of attention. Mostly unwanted attention. Peter prides himself in his ability to handle the pressure, but some days he still gets overwhelmed...

Day 9: Stars

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In Peter's experience, the wandering souls trapped amongst the living are often more burdened than those who call themselves haunted. Peter has helped many souls pass over, but none have captured his own until now.

Day 7: Haunted

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Peter rescues a stray kitten he found sheltering from the rain in the subway station and brings it home

Day 12: Black Cat

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They go through a dozen apples before they really get the hang of it. Fortunately, Peter's apartment building is full of hungry students.

Day 4: Candy Apples

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Late night patrols and midnight kisses

Day 5: Moonlight

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"Take me to see the stars..."

Day 9: Stars

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The nightmares are worse when they're apart. They both have them, and they both have their ways of coping; but on nights like this - when it's bad - Peter's glad Tony's never more than a short flight away.

Day 11: Nightmare

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Tony encounters a lonely spirit trapped in the shadows of an overgrown conservatory.

Day 27: Ghost