#uncle and nephew tony and peter

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #133

Morgan Stark discovers the joke format, "__, __, and __ walk into a bar..." 

She doesn't quite get the concept, but she enjoys it. And, like most children, when she enjoys something she becomes absolutely obsessed with it.

Morgan: A spider, the spider's aunt, and a grumpy walk into the house!

Happy: Morgan that's not how that works

Peter: I dunno, you do seem more like a Grumpy than a Happy :)

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Morgan: A princess, her bestest brother ever, and their cyborg chef walk into the kitchen.

Tony: You can just say you want pancakes, Mo.

Peter, tearing up: That's Princess Mo to you.

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Bonus:

It becomes an inside joke that the whole family uses. 

Tony when Peter cuts off his coffee supply: (gasp) A genius, his robot minions, and a hater walk into the lab.

Peter, not even missing a beat: A genius, his son, and his robot children who agree with the son walk out of the lab and in to their beds.

Tony, so completely endeared every time Peter calls himself his son he can barely protest: I- I- now wait just a second...

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Teen Morgan, upon finding her brother and MJ making out on the couch: Eughh! An intern, the goddess way out of his league, and the amount of space reserved for Jesus between them walk out of the shared living space.

[definitelynottony]

Top 5 starker tropes👀👀👀

Mmm hi, baby 🤤 in order of most fave to fave. No shame edition.

1. Incest (Father/son, Uncle/nephew)

2. Underage / Older figure

3. ABO (Alpha Tony, Omega Peter)

4. Enemies to Friends to Lovers

5. Mob

[th3sungod]

okay but i feel like tom holland's peter parker and wade wilson would have a sort of bond like uncle/nephew and no one ever talks about it. like itd similar to how negasonic and yukio interact with wade, where it's just one of the weird kids wade knows ( and oddly enough who'll end up finding him comfortable enough to know they can talk to him about whatever whenever )

this would also bring in tony trying one up wade at any given chance. like, yeah he has unlimited money and influence, and some of the highest tech stuff in the entire world, but wade showed peter how to throw a knife last week and it's all he's been talking about. Like, for gods sake, he made an element how is he being one upped by an ex mercenary. ( wade literally doesn't care either way, but he does just for funzies show peter then how he can cut a bullet in half while practicing with nerf pellets. )

i feel like team red with tom holland's spider man would be far more chaotic in a way ( you have to people who act like they can't die, and one who literally can't die, which definitely stresses the fuck out of wade )

plus i rlly think dp would remember peter parker is spider man, thanks to the fact he can break the fourth wall i dont think he's entirely immune to the spell. he'd be such a good support system i think ♡( ◡‿◡ )

[taw-k]

So I'm working on an marvel family tree right now and they all connect!

If you take parts from a few different prices of marvel content.

If you were to say that Theo Bell (wml) knew Amanda and Harrison Carter, Peggy Carter's parents, and was like an uncle to her (which is theoretically possible as wml takes place sometime after Jack the Ripper happened, credits to @ineffablelara for telling me. So they were both alive at the same time) then that would kinda make Loki Steve's uncle in law.

Steve married Peggy, Peggy's parents knew Theo, Theo loved Loki, Loki's brother's Thor, Thor helped create vision who married Wanda and has kids. Tony and bruce also helped make vision, Tony has a kid + Peter P and Harley, Tony's parents were Howard and Maria, Bucky killed them, Bucky was friends with Steve.

THEY ALL CONNECT.

Loki's nephew in laws best friends killed Loki's other nephews grandparents because Thor helped create vision and so did Tony and Bucky killed Tony's parents.

[birdies-blog1]

Fanfiction Review

Who are you again?

By, IvyNightingale

This is One of Tumblr's prompts which basically involves Baby Peter mistaking Tony for a stranger when he shaves his goatee. Meanwhile, Happy and Rhodey are excellent uncles. my 'talent' of summarizing shows.

I loved this fic. It’s short and sweet. If you’re looking for some mindless fluff to read, this is the fic for you.

Rating: 6/10

+1 for irondad

+1 for good pepper pots

+1 for Happy and Rhody spoiling their nephew

+1 for baby Peter Parker

+1 for Peter being a genius baby

+1 because if Peter is this clingy now imagine once he gets sticky powers

[spiderboi-parker]

hey im officially working on a 'family tree' of sorts for every blog involved in this rp group so would you mind telling me who your characters are connected to and where theyre living with tags so I can keep everything organized? Connection list is: Parent/child Grandparent/grandchild Great grandparent/great grandchild Siblings Dating Married/engaged pibling/nibling (gender neutral terms for aunt/uncle and niece/nephew)

(repeating this for all the blogs you run would be appreciated)

if you have any questions just ask!

(apologies if this has been sent multiple times. if youve already answered i likely lost the information due to disorganization that i'm currently dealing with)

@thedcrpfamilytree

[OOC: Lol it's fine, this gives me a chance to say LOREEEEEEE]

[OOC edit: Okay so I wasn't very clear, I'm friends/found family with all the rp blogs I'm involved with! Also sorry I didn't tag you- @thedcrpfamilytree ]

[Other OOC edit: Forgot to mention, these brackets mean me, the author/account runner, is speaking. I can be interacted with like the fourth wall!]

This is Peter Benjamin Parker. I'm the one and only Spider-Man. Well, of my universes.

I originate from Earth-616, the "Sacred Timeline". This is where all other universes in my multiverse stem from. I'm the kid of the Avengers, 14 years old (28, depending on the blog I'm talking to! Interactions with adult romance interests mean I'm 28!), and I travel the multiverse! I'm Tony Stark's son figure and protégé, but I work with the Batfamily as well. Here's where things get tricky. I don't have a Batfamily in my universe- I go to other universes. Depending on the universe, my relationship with any Batfamily member will be different. [OOC: The Avengers are like his family, Tony being the dad, Natasha being the mom, and the rest being aunts and uncles. Yes, that includes Wanda.]

I have a lot of adventures, and a lot of different friends and family! Giving the phone to older me lol

Hi, this is Peter. Blah blah blah, yeah I'm Spider-Man, hi. There's a lot of different versions of me that are 28, like myself, that have different universes. There's only one small us. Be nice to him. I'm Earth-616 Peter, I'm single and work full time as an Avenger.

I'm Peter, also from Earth-616, but another timeline. I'm dating Wade Wilson (DEADPOOL) and work full-time as Spider-Man. Repeating what the Peter above me said, be nice to little us!

Hey, another Peter, another Earth-616 timeline. I'm Spider-Man and dating Johnny Storm. Be nice to little us. [BRO FORGOT TO SAY HE'S NOT A FANTASTIC FOUR MEMBER💀]

Hey! I'm Peter, don't know my Earth number, but I live in Gotham and work with the Batfamily! I'm not dating anyone. (Peter dating Wade here, he forgot to mention he's Spider-Man. Lol)

Another Peter in Gotham, also Spider-Man, I'm a part of the Batfamily, and Tim and Duke are my best friends! (Adult Peter who's not dating anyone, he forgot to say that he's 16. He originated in Earth-616, but he's in the Dark Matter timeline. [OOC: Minus the murder.]) (Shut up, [REDACTED]) [OOC: Nuh uh. Also I don't role-play as him yet, if you want to hit me up!] (Stop advertising your blog) [No I want friends]

I'm Peter Benjamin Parker, aka Spider-Man. I live in Metropolis and I'm friends with Clark Kent and the Batfamily. Hey guys! [OOC: Also another yet to be role-played character. He's 28, very polite, and always lived in Metropolis. He's single. I forgot to mention, please interact with my main Peter {14, Earth-616} the most! And clarify what Peter you're role-playing with OOC before you make your post so I know what to use! Always willing to make a new AU! NO STARKER, EVER. I'VE BLOCKED ALL ACCOUNTS OF IT IVE SEEN ON MY FYP. DNI IF YOU SHIP THAT, YOU DISGUST ME. *Throat clearing* Alright, now that that's done, bye guys! Say bye Peters!]

Bye guys!

Bye!

Bye everyone!

See ya!

See you later!

See you all soon!

Goodbye everyone! Have a good day!

[the-mad-starker]

Starker Valentine's Gift: How to Train Your Rutting Alpha [3/9?]

The number of chapters is pretty much up in the air rn as is how long these chapters will be 😂 I'll update it when I have a better idea. A cold took me out for half the month but hopefully I'm back to writing. Have a 6.5k update?

Summary: Tony is the mentor here so of course he needs to take charge. Still sucks to be the responsible one though.

WC: 6505

AO3 Link

Tumblr: 01 | 02

Notes: Fic notes: omegaverse, Uncle Tony, underaged (17 yo Peter), intersex omegas, dubcon, public sex, creampie, knotting, scent marking, cum marking, barebacking, condoms, future mpreg, mating, bottom Tony Stark, vaginal sex

New notes: cock cage, praise kink, nipple play, first kiss

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Typical alpha, Tony thought, amused, when Peter scrambled to make himself presentable.

All this was still new to him so as he was putting his clothes to rights, his cheeks were tomato red and he couldn't bear to make eye contact with anyone.

Kid, Tony wanted to say with fond exasperation, I'm the one that got tackled and fucked like a bitch in heat. How are you going to act so self-conscious now?

But he kept it to himself. Peter was, after all, still just a silly pup just growing into his own adulthood. Sex and all that, as liberal as alphas and omegas were, was still new to his poor nephew.

So Tony didn't tease, not even when Peter had to tuck his still half-hard cock into his pants with a wince. Then he fussed over his Uncle, helping him onto his feet and apologizing repeatedly.

"I'm so sorry, Uncle Tony. I didn't… It's never been that strong before and I just, I know it's no excuse but…" Peter ducked his head, gripping Tony's arm.

Once he was back on his feet, Tony took control as the experienced omega. He ignored the unpleasant way cum was starting to leak out of him and just patted Peter on the arm.

"Come along, puppy," Tony commanded and this time, he snagged the boy's wrist. Giving the boy a once over, he found that Peter was compliant and was easily tugged along.

Even then, he kept an eye on the boy. He had learned his mistake.

As they made their way to the elevators, he shot an apologetic look at the receptionist but nothing more than that. He wasn't going to test the poor pup's control though he did have to make sure they'd have to come back and address his actions.

Peter happily followed him to the elevators and while the boy fidgeted in place, Tony reassessed what he'd have to do to guide his boy.

"Alright. Well then," Tony said as the doors opened to the penthouse. "We're gonna have that talk and then we'll start on teaching you all about the birds and the bees, the alphas and the omegas. But first–"

He pushed Peter down onto the couch and reaching into a box he had on the coffee table, he tossed the retrieved item to the boy.

Peter caught it instinctively and then looked up in shock.

"Uncle Tony…?"

"Yep," Tony said cheerfully with a clap of his hands, "A cock cage. I was going to wait to use it but seeing as your instincts are a bit stronger than I anticipated and I need you to focus, I'm gonna need you to put that on for now."

Peter stared down at the cock cage but he was a smart boy and didn't protest. Tony could see, though, that the thought of putting it on was actually turning the pup on. That bulge in his pants hadn't been there before and although it wasn't meant as a form of punishment, Tony wasn't about to jerk him off either to get his dick soft enough to cage. The boy's brain would surely think it was a reward.

"Now, while you're doing that, I'm gonna go take a shower," Tony told him.

"But Uncle Tony!" It was that that made Peter protest, clutching the cock cage and looking up at his uncle with pleading eyes.

"Peter, you're sporting a chub just thinking about it," Tony pointed out, "And I don't blame you but if I get your pants off, that cock cage isn't getting put on. So I'm gonna take a shower and you can calm down or rub one out– pick your poison– and if you need any help, Friday can pull up some how-to's and guide you through it."

The young alpha pouted at that but only muttered something along the lines of I'm not asking Friday for help with this.

"She sees and knows all, kid. Might as well utilize her if you need," Tony called over his shoulder as he made his way to the bathroom. "I expect that cage to be on when I get back."

Once in the bathroom, he got the shower turned on and the temperature was just a little hotter than he liked.

"Friday, baby girl, pull up the cams from the living room?" Tony requested as he started stripping off his clothes. He made a face at the patch of wetness in his underwear, splotches of his nephew's drying cum and his own slick.

He forgot how messy dealing with rutting alphas could be.

A little hologram popped up from his watch and he got a clear view of what his nephew was up to.

Damn, the boy took orders well. He didn't waste a second once Tony had left.

Peter was curled up on Tony's couch cushions, his face pressed up against something black. The pup had grabbed the discarded hoodie that Tony had left on the armchair and was huffing into it, greedily inhaling his uncle's scent. Between his legs, Peter was hastily jerking off, one hand wrapped around his thick girthy cock and moving at a pace that looked like it could hurt.

Fortunately, the alpha pup was leaking so much already that he had plenty of lubrication from the pre-cum alone. The benefits of being an alpha in rut or close to one anyway, all that pre-cum just dripping out. It had certainly helped when Peter mounted him in the lobby, too impatient, too eager to get his cock inside him.

The sight of Peter, his sweet alpha nephew, jerking off to his scent did funny things to Tony. Once again, he dismissed it as his omega side being pleased to be so obviously desired.

"Cheeky pup," Tony murmured, partly amused but also feeling a lick of heat igniting somewhere below the belt. "Better not get any of your spunk on my hoodie, I swear that kid is too comfortable sometimes."

Peter's cock was truly impressive, Tony thought as he supervised a moment longer. No wonder it had stung when the kid had stuck it in him. He would have to caution Peter to prep with at least four fingers before shoving that monster in anyone's pussy, maybe even fisting for anal? Tony wanted to squirm just thinking about it.

"You can shut it off, thanks, Fri," Tony said, feeling all sorts of flustered. He licked his suddenly dry lips and felt the growing warmth in his belly.

"Focus, focus," Tony said, then ducked into the shower.

He took his time, conscious of Peter rubbing one out just a room away. The hot water helped with his aching knees and his aching body, but it didn't help extinguish the heat that was building low in his belly.

He ignored it and washed thoroughly. Under the spray of the water, Tony admitted to himself that while he had gone into this a bit skeptical, he was actually looking forward to it now.

He also admitted that he had been worried that becoming Peter's omega mentor in this way would ruin their uncle/nephew relationship. Their interactions after the lobby incident put that worry to rest. Once Peter's base instincts retreated, he didn't treat Tony differently, didn't revert to calling him omega in a derogatory way. Didn't think he owned Tony just because he had fucked him.

He was still Tony's sweet alpha nephew. He was just a horny mess of an alpha when his instincts ruled his mind.

Tony could handle that. In fact, that was the whole point of this. Train the pup so that he wouldn't be a menace and could actually control those instincts and be a contributing member of society.

Satisfied that he had given Peter enough time to jerk off and hopefully put the cage on, Tony left the bathroom in an oversized fluffy white bathrobe. What was the point of clothes if he was just going to take em off anyway?

Like a good puppy, Peter was waiting for him in the living room. Nothing gave away what he had done while Tony showered and Peter was even on his phone.

As soon as Tony came into view though, he scrambled to put it away and sat up, straight and proper, like an eager student awaiting instruction.

The cock cage was nowhere in sight.

Tony nodded in approval. "Did it give you any trouble?"

"Uhh, no, it was fine," Peter said, flustered.

Tony noticed his hoodie was nowhere in sight but decided not to comment on it. It wouldn't be the first time his nephew stole a shirt or hoodie of his.

Instead, he told the alpha, "Alright, let's see it."

It took two seconds for the words to register but when they did, Peter's mouth dropped open.

"Okay," the alpha complied, breathless.

Once on his feet, he hesitated, hands on his pants zipper. Tony gave him an encouraging nod and with a deep breath, Peter shoved his pants and underwear to his thighs.

Tony gave a low whistle when confronted with the sight of Peter's alpha cock caged.

"Uncle Tony," Peter whined, embarrassed, but he didn't make any move to hide himself nor did he step away when the omega stepped closer for inspection.

The cock cage was clear plastic, top of the line for alphas. Peter's soft cock filled it nicely, neither too snug or too loose. A small padlock at the top kept the cage locked.

It looked nice or maybe it was just the sight of Peter's cock in chastity that Tony found appealing. To test it, Tony got on one knee and got a lot closer. He placed a hand on Peter's stomach to steady himself and he felt the flex of muscle underneath his touch.

"Not uncomfortable?" Tony asked as he ran a finger down the clear plastic covering Peter's cock.

"Uh…" Peter's eyes were wide when Tony looked up at him. "No, just…"

He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, visibly trying to get himself under control. The cock cage did its job and the poor alpha was still soft though he was no doubt feeling turned on. This close to the boy and Tony can smell his arousal, thick and coying, trying so hard to entice and lure in an omega mate.

Tony patted the caged cock then got back to his feet. He didn't want to tease the boy too much but he couldn't help but exact a little payback for the lobby.

"You can pull your pants up," Tony told him then sat on the couch. He patted the space next to him. "Now, we have some things to discuss."

Gingerly and maybe with a bit of disappointment, the alpha covered up and sat down.

"I don't blame you for what happened in the lobby," Tony told him, "But it did give me a lot of things to think about. So here it is, kiddo, a performance review from yours truly."

He got the boy's complete attention and Peter straightened up, curious.

Tony started to tick off what he'd been thinking about in the shower.

"So let's see… These scores will be out of five," he explained. He held one finger up, "First up. One out of five for the alpha bullshit."

Peter flushed but didn't deny it. Tony had ranted enough times in the past about alpha bullshit– an alpha's uncontrollable jealousy and possessiveness. Their inability to reign in their instincts. At the very least, it was inconvenient and rude and at its worst, destructive and dangerous.

No one wanted an alpha that couldn't control themselves.

"Okay, I get that," Peter accepted easily.

"Your instincts are newly coming in," Tony did say, giving his nephew some slack. "So I don't expect you to be able to control yourself entirely yet. Hence the low score. Even in that state, you only got me away from another alpha instead of attacking. I think that's a pretty good base to start with."

The words comforted the alpha pup and the upset turn of his lips softened. He was still unhappy with his own behavior, which was fine, but he trusted his uncle's judgment.

"Okay, Uncle Tony," Peter acknowledged.

"Next, pleasuring your omega…" Tony was between giving him a two or a three but ultimately decided on the lower score. "Two out of five. You touched my cock at the beginning which was nice– very nice, actually. But I think that was more due to you being curious. In the end, I got a nice orgasm out of it but it was more to luck and the size of your dick than anything else."

"Oh!" Peter was pleased and mortified. Pleased Tony derived some pleasure from Peter's fumbling attempt but also mortified that he had been so caught up in fucking that he hadn't tried to get Tony off himself. "I'll work on it…"

Tony patted his hand, "I know, kid. That's what this is all about, after all. There's other stuff too, like how I enjoyed it but other omegas might not like the rough fucking as much as I do."

"You liked it?" Peter perked up like the cute puppy that he was.

"That's what you wanna take from that?" Tony gave him a look then rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I liked it but as your mentor, I have to remind you, or well, teach you, to be conscientious of your partner."

Clearly, Peter wanted to debate this more but Tony wasn't going to budge on this. Looking at Tony's face, the boy finally nodded in acceptance.

"Okay, Uncle Tony," Peter said then added, "I'll be more observant."

Satisfied, Tony then rattled off the next score, "Good. Alright, next one. One out of five for sex safety– You came inside without permission. No condom either."

And because Tony was guiding him, the omega conveniently left out that he happened to like creampies so this, in regards to him, was a non-issue. Tony had to think about Peter's possible future lovers or mate, after all.

The blushing alpha nodded once more, no objections, so Tony continued.

"Foreplay," Tony said, "also a one out of five, don't mind it too much since I'm sure you'll be better once we get some lessons in. Just something to have in mind."

With that comment, Peter's eyes took on a glazed look and Tony patted his hand to get his attention again.

He did, however, raise his brow at the alpha. "If you have any requests, I can, of course, put them into my lesson plans. You've always been a bright kid but I'm sure having a subject you're interested in wouldn't hurt."

"Yeah... I'll keep it in mind," Peter said, voice coming out faint. Tony can practically see the thoughts whirling around in his nephew's pretty little head and well, he was curious for sure.

What did horny little alpha pups fantasize about besides fucking a wet omega hole? Tony will surely find out since his nephew was definitely not one to hold back when it came to learning.

Tony barely stopped himself from squeezing his thighs together. They were talking about sex so wasn't it only natural for Tony to get turned on? He wasn't a young omega anymore but he wasn't dead either.

Clearing his throat, Tony finally came to the last point. Sadly, this was the big one that Tony felt was so so important to teach baby alphas coming into their own. There were too many knotheads out there and Tony refused to let his sweet nephew become one.

This matter was also one that disappointed Tony because Peter was such a sweet kid so he hadn't expected the younger alpha to do so poorly here. He thought that anyone lucky enough to be his nephew's partner would be showered with love and affection.

Finding out otherwise was… disappointing but it was okay because Peter was still learning after all.

"Affection… Gotta give you a zero, kiddo," Tony told him, obviously disappointed and letting it show.

"Affection…? Wait, what?" Peter was shocked at getting such a low score.

Tony patted Peter's hand and despite his own disappointment, he knew that Peter would strive to do so much better now that he was aware.

"Kid, you didn't even kiss me or anything," Tony explained to him. Even now, thinking about it… His nephew had lost his virginity without even having kissed him first.

Peter's face turned so red and for the first time since Tony started the scoring, he couldn't meet his uncle's eyes.

"Uncle Tony, that's not…" Peter fumbled over his words and then blurted out, "I didn't know I could kiss you!"

What?

Tony stared, incredulous. "You wouldn't kiss the omega you're mating?"

Peter's eyes jumped to him and with a shamed flush to his cheeks, he said, "I would but... You're Uncle Tony! I didn't think you'd want me to… How was I supposed to just kiss you like… on the lips?"

Ah… it suddenly made sense. In a proper setting, of course, Tony would instruct the boy on how to touch him. How to kiss him. But their lessons had not started in a proper manner due to Peter's overriding instincts going haywire.

And yet, Peter had managed to avoid kissing him because hadn't wanted to be rude, of all things.

It was… cute. That suddenly made everything much better and Tony's previous view of his nephew once again realigned.

Silly pup.

"So you fuck me but don't kiss me. That hurts, kid," Tony gently teased.

And because they were so in sync with one another, Peter groaned, knowing he was forgiven.

"Uncle Tony, I would've kissed you if I knew I could," he said with a whine, pressing closer against Tony's side and burying his face against the omega's shoulder.

Tony smiled, gotcha. He knew exactly how to proceed now and avoid all that… weird awkwardness in getting into the physical aspect of their lessons.

"Well, you can," Tony told him, matter of fact, "So. You should. Maybe I'll even revise my scoring since there was some misunderstanding…"

Peter looked up, eyes wide. "Right now? Like… right now?"

Tony smirked and caressed the boy's red cheek with gentle fingertips. "Unless you have some other excuse to give? You wanna keep the zero?"

Peter shivered under his touch, eyes still so wide. Tony could see the desire in them and it called up some of his own. This was good. Their compatibility was amazing, which was something Tony knew because they got along so well. Alpha and omega compatibility was different though so being compatible in this way… It was like the cherry on top of a sundae.

"I haven't gotten a zero on anything since like… ever…" Peter muttered, eyes dropping to Tony's lips and stayed there. "If it's okay then…"

Tony tilted the boy's face towards his in encouragement.

"I said it was okay, Pete, so go for it. I won't judge, promise," Tony told him. Peter gave him a look cause obviously he was judging if he was assigning points but still. "Okay, I won't judge harshly so go on already."

Peter stared at him a moment later and their faces were so close. He could count each of Peter's eyelashes if he wanted to. Then those eyelashes fluttered close and Peter leaned up, hands hesitatingly cradling Tony's face, and pressed his mouth chastely against Tony's.

It was over a second later and Peter pulled away.

"Was that okay, Uncle Tony?" Peter asked, eyes dipping to Tony's mouth eagerly before shooting up to Tony's eyes.

Tony felt a faint wiggle in the back of his mind, a suspicion…

"Was that your first kiss, sweetheart?" Tony asked.

Peter's expression shuttered but he gave a tight nod. "Yeah… Did I do okay…?"

Oh… oh… May was going to murder him if she found out the details of Peter's time with him. Losing his virginity before even having his first kiss…?

"It was perfect, Pete," Tony told him and it was for a first kiss. Peter had held him gently and had cautiously but eagerly kissed him. There hadn't been any tongue or anything remotely dirty about the kiss but it was Peter's first.

Tony hummed. "We can start the lessons now or… we can order food and watch a movie. Leave things for tomorrow so we can start fresh. What do you think? Had enough for today?"

Peter hesitated but didn't even have to think much before saying, "The sooner I learn, the better, right? I want to start… If you're okay with it, Uncle Tony."

"I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't up to it," Tony told him honestly. "Alright, so kissing… we can practice a bit, just see how things go and what feels natural."

"Okay," Peter breathed out, "Can I kiss you again then?"

"Yeah, you can kiss me again," Tony told him with a grin.

His nephew didn't need any more encouragement.

Fortunately, he didn't launch himself at Tony. Getting tackled once a day was more than enough. Peter did eagerly press against him, hands kind of hovering in the air, unsure of where to put them before he settled them on Tony's shoulders.

Their lips met again and it was the same close-mouthed kiss, innocent and sweet. Peter repeated this a few more times, breathing getting shaky at each one. Tony allowed it, letting the young alpha get a feel for it. Each time, Peter's hands slipped further down from his shoulders until finally, Tony guided one to the back of his neck and the other around his waist.

Peter eagerly obeyed and pulled his uncle close until their chests pressed against one another's.

Tony felt the need to take the next step so instead of letting Peter continue his cute closed-mouthed kisses, he cupped the alpha's face. When he moved away, Peter tried to follow but he held him off just long enough to instruct him.

"Open your mouth a little, pup," Tony instructed him and he could see Peter's eyes dilate. "I'll show you another way to kiss, the next step, if you will."

The sweet boy obeyed beautifully so when their mouths met again, Tony made sure to tilt his face just so… and let their mouths slide together in a more intimate kiss.

The omega hummed in approval when Peter's breath hitched in his throat and he pressed even more into his uncle. Their slips slotted together perfectly and just as Peter was getting used to kissing in this fashion, Tony introduced his tongue.

"Mm…!" Peter groaned, eyes squeezed shut and arms winding around Tony's back and almost crushing him with his strength.

Tony quickly reprimanded him with a harsh nip to his lip, one that made the alpha gasp and loosen his hold. Tony pressed his advantage, wrapping his arms around Peter's neck and controlling the kiss with the angle he was coming in.

It got hot and heavy fast. Tony could feel his nephew trying to control himself, most likely being urged by his instincts to push Tony down and cover his body so that no one else could see him. It was those possessive alpha instincts again, rearing its ugly head even when they were alone.

Maybe when Peter had better control, he'd allow it but for now, he slid his fingers into Peter's curls and with a harsh tug, pulled the alpha back so his throat was bared.

"Uhh!" Peter groaned, dark eyes wide and so so hungry.

His lips were kiss swollen and wet with spit, pretty lips parted open as he softly panted.

"Instincts riding you hard, hmm?" Tony murmured and at the sound of his voice, the younger alpha shuddered, hands twitching against Tony's back.

And just because he can, he reached down between Peter's legs and passed a perfunctory pass over the alpha's caged cock. Still caged, still soft.

The action had Peter whining a soft, "Uncle Tony…"

Ugh, it was such a pity that Tony had to be the responsible one.

His hips twitched into Tony's touch as though doing so would give him some sort of friction and therefore some relief. It wouldn't and they both knew it.

"Uncle Tony… Please…" Peter muttered, going lax in a truly un-alpha way. It was trusting… Submissive in nature. It fed Tony's appetite to dominate the younger alpha.

"I know, baby, I know. You're doing so well," Tony cooed to him.

He released the boy's hair and without further ado, shoved him so his back met the plush arm of the couch. In another second, Tony was on top and straddling his nephew, ass settled over his lap.

"You can touch," Tony told him and immediately Peter's hands were back on his waist, fingers no doubt eager to touch but still maintaining some sort of decency by keeping them above his ass.

The kissing resumed but now it was more of Tony consuming the boy, rubbing against his body, his ass grinding against his caged cock. The omega's scent filled the room, overpowering and domineering.

His poor nephew wasn't prepared. With the full assault of an omega's scent, Peter got drunk off it in seconds. The soft groans and pitiful moans his sweet boy made as he clutched Tony's waist with greedy hands were so delicious. It was just as addictive as his mouth, Tony decided.

He had no choice but to let Tony take control but he replicated everything his uncle did to him. Slow strokes of tongue against tongue, gentle and harsh nibbles to a plush nip.

Peter proved himself to be the quick learner that Tony always knew him to be. It became less of a lesson and more of an actual make-out. It was perfect, exactly how a young pup like Peter should learn. Tony hadn't even needed to nudge the boy into being aware of subtle cues, Peter seemed to pick it up naturally.

There were still moments when they didn't meet perfectly. Tony pulled back once and their noses bumped on the next kiss. It was a quick fix, Tony gently correcting their positions until their mouths slid wetly together, soft and perfect.

Once Tony was certain Peter got the hang of it, the omega gave one last tease of his tongue. He was delighted when Peter took initiative and swiped his tongue over Tony's, following the omega's invitation until they were once more kissing.

By the time Tony urged him back, they were both panting. Tony knew he was slicking up already and his cocklet was half hard. The boy was still caged though, he could feel the hard plastic of the cage against his ass and it gave him something nice and hard to rub against if he allowed it.

He wanted to but this wasn't about his pleasure so he refrained.

"Better," Tony praised him with a lick of his lips. "Much much better. I'd give that a three."

"Three…" Peter breathed. "If we keep going, can I get a four?"

The eagerness with which Peter asked made Tony chuckle.

"We can keep going, but we can change it up a bit."

He leaned back and Peter instantly followed, sitting up with the omega in his lap. He easily supported Tony's shifting weight and the omega leaned more into it, trusting his nephew to hold him.

"Here," Tony tilted his head to the side, fingertips tracing the delicate column of his neck. "Kiss here. No biting. Yet."

"Oh…" Peter breathed, more than excited.

"Kissing is more than lips and tongue, kid," Tony told him, trying to hide his own eagerness.

"Got it, Uncle Tony," Peter murmured before ducking his head and pressing his lips against Tony's neck.

At the first touch, Tony didn't hold back his reactions. Peter needed to learn not just what Tony was teaching him through words. He needed to learn how to read his partner's body, the subtle hints that would tell him to stop or continue.

"Ah… That's nice…" Tony breathed as Peter's warm breath caused his body to shiver in excitement.

The pup breathed heavily against the sensitive skin of his neck and Tony realized Peter was savoring the scent of him.

"You smell so good here, Uncle Tony," Peter told him, breathing deeply, lips pressed to skin.

"Hmm…" Tony hummed in acknowledgment, eyes closed and just enjoying the way Peter carried out his instructions.

The young alpha's affections were obvious as he pressed kiss after kiss onto his uncle's skin. He continued to obey Tony's rule of no biting, but Tony did feel the hint of teeth once or twice but it was never hard enough to actually count as a bite.

He allowed it, running his fingers through Peter's curls and urging him higher and higher until he was close enough to kiss again.

Bodies once more rubbed against each other, mouths and lips pressing together.

Peter groaned with his uncle on top of him, his hands finally slipping further down to cup Tony's ass.

"Uncle Tony…" Peter whined.

"No fucking tonight," Tony told him and still he pushed back against Peter's touch, sighing in pleasure when the alpha squeezed and groped his ass.

The young alpha whined at the statement but didn't try for anything. Good.

Hmm…

"How's the cage holding up?" Tony asked him.

It took a second for Peter to realize he was being asked a question but once he got it, he murmured the answer against Tony's collarbone.

"I'm not… hard… It kinda feels weird, like I know I should be but…" a harsh breath is exhaled against Tony's skin. "God, Uncle Tony… You smell so good… Taste good too, I just wanna put my mouth all over you… Taste you everywhere…"

Now, that sent a searing heat right through Tony's body and it was obvious in the way his scent spiked.

"Ah… If I had a category for dirty talk…" Tony sighed, leaning into Peter's hands and guiding the boy down to where his bathrobe was gaping open. "Would've given you a four off the bat."

"Uncle Tony…" Peter murmured, voice going soft and pleading. "Do you think I can kiss you… down here?"

He squeezed Tony's ass, a clear indication of just where he wanted to put his mouth next. The thought was tempting, very tempting. Tony hadn't had his pussy or ass eaten out in ages and looking into Peter's eager face, he was so so tempted to continue in this guise.

Reluctantly, Tony reigned himself in. He had plenty of time to teach the boy, he didn't need to rush. But God, this entire thing was turning out to be more of a lesson in patience for Tony.

"We'll add it to the list," Tony said, voice certain but mind screaming at the denial. The alpha pup was good with his tongue, Tony had learned, and he could only imagine how it'd feel against his holes. "For now, this is a lesson in affection and kissing, pup, so get back to it…"

And yet, Tony didn't lead Peter's mouth back to his. He guided the boy to his chest and Peter eagerly took the hint, running his tongue around a puffy areola before taking on the peaked nipples. The cheeky boy did slip one side of Tony's bathrobe down his arm in order to get better access.

The omega just shrugged the entire thing off, allowing it to pool around his waist.

The room was set at a nice warm temperature of 75° F so the full body shivers Tony experienced was all from Peter's hungry mouth suckling on him.

"Oh…" Tony groaned, head tilting back and back arching as Peter gently lapped at his nipple.

The empty feeling in between his legs ached and the more Peter played with his chest– one hand coming up to tweak the neglected one not in his mouth– the more Tony wanted to just hump against the hard ridge of the cock cage. His mind was becoming hazy in the growing pleasure and Peter wasn't faring any better.

Even when the alpha couldn't get hard, he was still a horny mess and following some of those instincts that wouldn't relent because he had an aroused omega in his grasp.

Peter's hips pushed against Tony's ass, the hard cage giving Tony such sweet friction where he wanted it. It had the omega clutching the pup's back, eyes squeezed shut and fighting against the rising force of his orgasm.

All the while, Peter's warm wet mouth made soft wet sucking sounds against his puffy nipple.

"Teeth–" Tony ended up gasping, "Just a little."

Tony groaned at the hint of teeth on his sensitive nipple. It was perfect.

Their hips were moving in rhythm now, even with Peter still caged. Thrust for thrust, both omega and alpha panting and spiraling from the scent of pheromones thickening in the air.

"Mm–" Tony sighed when Peter switched to the other nipple, leaving the one he abused peaked and shiny wet with his spit.

"Doing good, Pete… Such a good alpha," Tony praised him, fingertips massaging over his scalp. His back arched once more when Peter gave a particularly hard thrust, his arms keeping Tony in place so he felt the cage rub against him.

Fuck… Tony thought faintly. He just… really wanted to come. And considering how selfishly Peter had fucked him in the lobby, he was owed an orgasm or two.

But Tony was a generous lover and even if Peter had fucked him without reserve or thought for his own orgasm, he wasn't going to do the same. He wanted his partners to be satisfied, to be so out of their mind in pleasure that they were a boneless mess at the end.

So even though Tony had declared they'd only be kissing tonight… He reached into the pocket of his bathrobe and without Peter realizing, unbuckled his pants and slipped his hands in.

"Ah!" Peter's surprised moan meant he finally realized what was going on. "Uncle Tony, y-you're…! Oh, yes– yes, yes, yes! Thank you, Uncle Tony, thank you…!"

The cage came off and Tony was quick to wrap his hand around Peter's soft cock which didn't stay soft for long. With a lapful of omega and his uncle jerking him off, Peter's alpha cock grew rapidly, becoming hot and flushed with blood in seconds.

"Oh… oh… Uncle Tony… Uncle Tony…" Peter whined, hips bucking needily and completely out of control.

Like before, once his cock got some stimulation, he lost focus of what he was doing so sadly, Tony's stiff little nipples became neglected.

Tony led the boy's mouth back to his own and at least this time, compared to the first, Peter eagerly seized his mouth in a kiss.

"Just this once, kid," Tony panted against his mouth. His hand was already dripping wet with pre-cum, the alpha too excited and leaking furiously with every stroke. "Tomorrow– Tomorrow, we're getting down to business. But for tonight, gonna make you come, pup. Think we both deserve a little reward for the successful kissing lesson…"

"Oh… Mm… Love kissing you, Uncle Tony…" Peter moaned, staring at his uncle with dark eyes. 

"Mhmm…" Tony agreed, "My boy's a good kisser… Only had his first kiss today and already so good at it…"

Peter whined, the pleasure pushing him beyond words. His hips jerked, sloppy and hard, with every stroke of Tony's hand. And just like before, the poor pup didn't last long.

He barely had any warning before he was shooting off, but he did give something like a warning, an urgent "Uncle Tony–!"

It was an improvement.

One hand flew to his knot but was pushed away for Tony to take care of it.

The boy fell apart in his hands, his eager cock shooting off with a thick load despite having already come earlier. It made such a mess as he spilled in stripes and covered Tony's hand in a cloudy glaze and some spurts shot high enough that it splattered over the omega's exposed chest.

"God, kid, it's like you're so pent up even though I know that's not true…" Tony panted even as he eked out the last few drops from Peter's cock.

He eyed the thick cloudy drops of semen on his fingers and fuck it– he'd already gone back on what he was going to do, he might as well do what he wanted.

Tony popped his cum covered fingers in his mouth, licking off the taste of his nephew with a few swipes of his tongue.

"God, that's so hot, Uncle Tony…" Peter murmured, slumped against the couch but staring fascinated at the pink of Tony's tongue swiping over his fingers. Then he groaned miserably, "You didn't come."

"Hmm…" That was true and Tony was feeling a bit frustrated over it, but it wasn't something that couldn't be fixed.

"Let me eat you out, Uncle Tony…" Peter all but pleaded, but Tony shook his head. He was too… needy… to allow the kid time to explore and learn how to do it properly.

If he didn't take care of himself now, they were going to end up going at it, he just knew it. The pup's cock was already trying to perk up and Tony wanted to set some sort of boundary, okay.

"Just sit there and look pretty, alright?" Tony instructed as he took his own cock in hand and started to jerk off. He lifted himself from his nephew's lap, his other hand going between toned thighs and sinking two fingers where he was dripping wet.

"Watch," Tony breathed out, eyes drifting closed as he focused on his own pleasure.

Watch and learn. A flimsy instruction but Tony just wanted to get off so he pushed his body quickly to the edge.

With his fingers soothing some of the ache and his cocklet getting some attention, it was easy for Tony to get there.

Surprisingly, the thing that pushed him over the edge was a soft wet mouth closing over his nipple. His eyes flew open at a harsh suck, a strangled "Pete–" as he wobbled on his knees.

The alpha's arms stabilized him, Peter's hooded eyes looking at him hungrily.

"Ugh…!" Tony came with his nephew's mouth on his nipple and one hand jerking his cocklet while the other stuffed his pussy.

The orgasm swept all reason away, and when he collapsed against the pup, Peter nuzzled against his sweat damp neck.

"Fuck, kid…" Tony said once he regained his breath. "You're such a Stark… Only wanna listen when it works for you, huh?"

Peter kissed his neck and gently eased Tony's fingers from between his legs. Then he was licking the slick from Tony's fingers and that was answer enough.

"Brat…" Tony said fondly even as Peter gave him a cheeky smile and licked his lips.

They kissed again, leisurely this time, and the taste shared between them– Peter's cum and Tony's slick… Delicious.

[turtle-steverogers]

I'm in a soft mood and curious about your headcanons for steve and kids... do you think he loves kids, is he awkward with babies but fine once they get older, does he get baby fever, does he not want kid(s), does he not want kids because he knows what his life as a superhero is and can't bring himself to bring a child into that life,,, thoughts? 👉🏻👈🏻 🥺 Please? All of your headcanons feel so, so natural and in character to me 💖

OH MAN BECAUSE I HAVE SOOOOO MANY THOUGHTS

So personally, I like the thought that Steve is very good with kids, because he knows how important it is to show up for them and listen. Because as a kid, he'd been so badly hurt by the world, by his own dad, so he knows what it's like to not feel heard and to be scared, and he's determined to never make a child feel the way he felt. But at the same time, I don't think Steve would want kids of his own, because a) his own life with the Avengers would put the child in danger and b) he is still working past roadblocks from his past abuse from his dad and abandonment from both his parents passing away to feel comfortable with raising a child

I'm super fond of the thought of Steve and Bucky sort of being "Uncle Steve and Uncle Bucky" to the rest of the Avengers kids, though. Steve being super good with Sam's nephews and Morgan and Clint's kids, making them feel important and seen and heard. And personally, I love the idea of Steve sort of taking kids under his wing when he finds out that they need a little extra support, pseudo-adopting strays of his own the way Tony kind of took Peter under his wing. So no, I don't think he'd want kids, but I think Steve has a special place for them in his heart

[irondad-defensesquad]

I'll send an SOS to the world

Also posted on AO3!

This takes place in Iron Man 3.

TRIGGER WARNINGS - presumed dead, mentioned character death, and grief/mourning.

P/ROSHIP DNI.

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The TV is on but he doesn’t pay a lot of attention. He’s tired from work and is just relieved to be home, even if for a while. He’s sort of spacing out while drinking his coffee, when he hears a tiny sniff that brings him back to reality – or more specifically, to his nephew with tears in his little eyes.

“Pete? Hey, buddy, what’s wrong?” Ben asks, immediately leaving his chair and the coffee.

The boy sobs. “H-He’s gone…”

“Who?”

“I-Iron Man! They destroyed his house!”

Peter starts crying louder. While May comforts him, Ben goes to the living room, finally seeing what’s on TV. That huge mansion in Malibu that Peter always loved… was gone. There was nothing left there. So much of it sank in the ocean.

They had heard that Tony Stark was challenging the Mandarin, but the atrocity of this destruction, and the effect it has on Ben’s nephew…

May hands him Peter, who wants his comfort more than anything. Ben hugs him close, as Peter avoids looking at the television. Eventually the man switches channels so they don’t have to keep seeing that tragedy. Of course, that doesn’t calm Peter down completely.

Ben, unfortunately, has to go back to work. He knows Peter will be with May, but he’s worried about the kid. He’s crying as though he lost someone close to him. Tony Stark was his hero, after all. Peter had so much merch, he wanted to grow up to be just like him… there was always a spark in his eyes, a sense of comfort. Now imagine having that stripped away from you.

Late at night, Peter is in bed. May is still awake. She says Peter cried all day and stayed alone in his room. It was a struggle to get him to eat at all. Knowing Peter, Ben is pretty sure he’s still awake. His guesses are correct when the soft lamp in the kid’s room is lit.

The older man knocks on it gently, smiling at Peter.

“Hey, bud. You alright?”

He can’t actually see Peter’s face, but he knows he’s listening.

Ben sighs quietly, sitting on the corner of the bed. He can half see the teary face. Peter is probably drained of tears at this point. It breaks Ben’s heart seeing him this miserable. He hasn’t seen him like this since…

He wishes he could say something to make the little guy feel better. He knows he can’t. And Ben hates that so much.

Hugging his Iron Man blanket, Peter finally speaks, his voice small, maybe hoarse.

“Uncle Ben?”

“Yeah, Pete?”

“D-Do you think… he’s really gone?”

Ben hesitates. He doesn’t want to lie to Peter, but he doesn’t want to worsen his grief. Peter has already lost so much at such a young age, to lose his hero on top of it all…

“Look, Peter… I’ll be frank with you, I’m not very sure,” he answers.

He thinks about it a bit more, carefully. He realizes something.

“... But honestly, he’s a lot smarter than everyone thinks.”

The boy turns to him, hopeful. What Ben would do for those little eyes…

“He made it out of Afghanistan, right? When everyone else gave up on him, he surprised us. That guy is incredibly resourceful. He survived so many things. Remember the wormhole, Pete? He survived that, too. I’m not saying he’s invincible… but that man, Tony Stark, he’s a genius. He’ll do his best to come back and do the right thing.”

That spark inside Peter finally returns. “You think so, Uncle Ben?”

“Of course, kiddo. You believe in him, so I believe in him, too.”

The boy smiles for the first time today. It’s still broken and scared, after seeing so much destruction, but he hugs Ben tightly. The latter pats his back, grinning as well.

“Alright, bud, you should get some rest. You call me if you need, okay?” Ben says once he lets go.

“Okay.”

“Did you brush your teeth?”

“Yes, Uncle Ben.”

“Alright.” Ben kisses his forehead. “Good night, Petey.”

“‘Night, Uncle Ben. I love you.”

“Love you too, champ.”

He tucks Peter in and turns off the lamp, eventually closing the door. Ben realizes he’s feeling more relieved now. He also hopes Tony Stark makes it out alive. He’s a good man and he makes Peter happy, so who’s Ben to be against that?

--

When everything is silent enough, Peter turns on the desk lamp. Then he grabs a pencil and some pieces of paper.

Peter has always written letters to Iron Man. His first ones were sent, but he never got a reply. He knows that Iron Man is famous and probably receives millions of letters, so Peter wasn’t too bummed out about it.

He still writes letters, but they become more personal, so he will never send these.

Still, it’s nice to think his hero reads them, somehow.

Dear Mr. Stark,

I saw what happened in Malibu and I got so scared! I’m really sorry you lost your home. I was so sad and afraid you were gone, but Uncle Ben told me you’re gonna find a way out of this. You always know what to do, Mr. Stark! You’re a genius! I know you’ll come back somehow and defeat the bad guys. I’m rooting for you!!

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

Once he’s done, he feels… lighter. Peter grabs a small letter envelope and stores the letter inside, so no one else reads it.

His smile fades a little seeing the poster on his wall.

It’s not just Iron Man, the armor, it’s the man inside it.

Yeah, he’s not invincible.

Peter hopes things will be okay.

Finally, he goes back to bed.

He dreams that Mr. Stark returns home and somehow Peter’s last letter did get sent to him… AND Mr. Stark replies!

Of course, that’s just a dream. An amazing one, of course.

But it would never happen. Why would Tony Stark notice Peter Parker?

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #150

Fic focused on Uncle Rhodey taking Peter out for the day because Tony is hurt or sick or busy

A whole day of uncle-nephew bonding, both of them worried about Tony, Rhodey comforting Peter and sharing funny stories of a much younger Tony (and reassurances about how very much Tony cares)

[supercap2319]

May talking to them about it and maybe at the end of it y/n speeds them away and fuck Peter senseless? 😩

May waited for them on the couch as they had put their clothes back on as Peter refused to look at May as she pushed a safe sex pamphlet towards them. "I'm just going to say it. Are you two you know being you know....safe?" Y/N took the pamphlet as he opened it up and looked at May and nodded. "Of course. I got myself tested and I always use protection."

May nods her head. Obviously, pleased as she looks at her nephew. "Peter, dear? I'm not angry. Just disappointed you didn't tell me sooner. Sex is a big step as a young adult like yourself. You need to be responsible. Your uncle Ben and I weren't."

Peter looks up. "Really? You and uncle Ben?"

"Yes. That's why I want you not to make the same mistakes we did. Even though I know it's impossible for either of you to get pregnant, but still. I want you to be safe. In and out of the bedsheets."

"Oh, God, May!" Peter blushed as Y/N chuckles.

"I get it. You're both young and you both have needs, but promise me you'll both be careful?"

"We promise." Y/N said.

"Good. But no more sex when I'm home. Got it?" May asked as the young men nod.

Y/N speeds Peter to one of Tony's secret apartments and pushes him against the door. Kissing him hard as he pushed his pants down and smiled. "Turn around, Peter." Peter did as he was total and held the door handle as Y/N began to thrust into him.

[starkwub]

This Is Love

(Tw. Starkercest, uncle/nephew, non-con/dub-con vibes)

Okay so I wrote this last night and kept it drafted because it turned out a bit darker than I usually go for, but alas I slept on it and am feeling much better about it :). I also couldn't decide between non and dub con, so I tagged both at the top there to play it safe. Probably going to tag it in a similar way on AO3 as well ^^

(Also starkercest anon, if you're seeing this and aren't a fan of the darker stuff I do have other drafts that are a bit more consensual and kinky that I'm working on too XD)

WC: 3,215

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The familiar sound of train tracks kept Peter awake that night. He supposed the sound of a gentle oscillating fan as well as the memories of the night prior to his reclusive sleeping arrangements also didn't allow him to fall asleep either.

His mother and her boyfriend were down the hall, as were his aunt and her husband, the grandparents who owned the home, as well as his uncle (although he was currently MIA from the function).

Tony should be here--and yet, nothing. His laughter could not be heard at the dinner table nor around the tree. His stupid expensive car wasn't parked in the driveway alongside everyone else's cheap rides--and his bag wasn't by the couch where he usually took to resting it.

Peter sighed and continued resting on his back with his feet nearly dangling over the edge of the bed, and as his mind wandered to the times when his favorite yet illusive uncle was normally home, he heard the sound of a car door shut and a gentle grunt of frustration through the crack in his window.

"Stupid ice.."

Peter shot up in the bed which warranted his vision going dark and his head pounding for a few staggering moments before he stood and as quickly, and quietly as he could manage--walked out of his room, down the creaking stairs (though he knew stepping on the outer edges made it less noticeable), and through the living room towards the front door.

There was a jingling from a key fob on the other side but Peter was already unlocking it and muttering through the chill that he felt from the cold night air hitting his warm cheeks.

Tony jumped when he noticed, "Peter?? What the hell..what are you doing up?" came an urgent whisper, but his uncle was already walking past Peter before he had the chance to reply.

"Couldn't sleep." He confessed idly and continued on after he heard Tony's car lock from the driveway, "What are you doing here so late?"

"My flight got delayed--didn't your mom mention it?"

She most definitely had not because Peter would remember hearing anything that had to do or was in any way related to Tony.

Why hadn't she mentioned anything?

"No she..it must've slipped her mind. When did you text? She might not have seen it if it was later in the day." He tried, though when he noticed Tony's face scrunch up and contort in a sour sort of way, he knew that hadn't been the case.

"I called her--had a whole five minute conversation about it and everything."

Tony sighed heavily as he untied his shoes and placed them near the rest of the others and shot the front door a hard look.

"You lock it?" and as Peter nodded, eager to please as always, Tony nodded as well.

"Good, good.."

The silence that wore on in-between them was something that he'd experienced before. It was mildly awkward and a tad..tension filled, though he wasn't sure how exactly to describe the latter feeling. It often kept him up at night after getting home from family functions such as this--leading him to feel just a tad bit crazy which thankfully always passed on after a while apart.

Peter often would stare at family photos and the curt short messages the both of them had sent betwixt themselves in the dead of night when he felt particularly strange.

But why.. Peter began to ponder, shivering a bit from the cold air that brushed against his bare hair covered legs.

"Where you sleeping at?" Tony suddenly asked in the same whispered tone as before, making Peter's gaze snap up to see his uncle placing his bag against the usual foot end of the couch.

"Oh um..just upstairs like usual."

Tony nodded again.

He's so quiet tonight..though Peter supposed it made sense considering the time.

He also was, to his knowledge and hopeful guessing, completely sober. normally Tony got more talkative after a couple drinks--especially with him. Perhaps he just had nerves like Peter did, though he didn't think he was all too intimidating.

Peter shuffled into the kitchen and noted the glaringly green time staring back at him from the stove.

11:46

I guess it isn't too late..he wondered as he brought his arms up to cross across his chest, feeling the familiar chill of the house once more. He should've put on a robe (if he had one, that is).

A hand, shocking in its placement as well as its warmth came to rest across his back--it could only have belonged to Tony. Why was Tony putting his hand on him? Peter had grown so intensely accustomed to their 'singular hug at the end of the visit'. This, though, was foreign. It was unexpected and felt in many ways strangely intimate.

Peter knew that probably wasn't the right word to use in relation to his uncle--but how else was he supposed to describe it? It wasn't like he was trying to be weird or anything..

When Tony let his hand fall away he couldn't help but let out the breath he hadn't known he was holding and turned towards his uncle who was staring at the time as well.

"We should probably get to bed, hm?"

We?

"Y-Yeah."

His uncle seemed to sway just a tad too close when he hummed because as suddenly as the familiar strange feeling began to get worse, Peter was turning and watching his uncle's back return to the couch.

It was strange, the way Tony made him feel.

Peter's bare feet padded across the hardwood flooring till he was at the foot of the stairs and staring into the darkness towards where he knew the couch to be. He could see a subtle outline of a person, but nothing more than that. He'd thought to go get his eyes checked out but just hadn't gotten around to it yet.

"Goodnight Peter." He heard from the figure in a whispered huskier tone, and Peter nodded in the dark to comply with the underlying 'you can leave now' message that his uncle was sending his way.

"Goodnight Uncle Tony." and with that, began the hesitant and quiet walk up the stairs. Thankfully nobody had woken up, he thought as he shut his temporary bedroom's door shut with a gentle click.

He was glad to have his uncle in the house. He also wanted to say he felt just a tad bit safer, though he was also the one that slept with the window open, so safety mustn't have been such a huge concern.

He also couldn't..shut the thing either even if he wanted to since something was jammed, but that was neither here nor there.

Peter wished also to ponder on why his mother hadn't elected to mention Tony's flight predicament. Who had she told, if anyone? Had he been the only one on the outskirts of this thing? Why had they all lied?.. Why had his mother lied?

He supposed it wasn't out of the norm for her considering their recent strain but it still seemed strange to not at least mention something as simple as 'Tony's going to be late, he had some flight trouble' during dinner when the man had come up in conversation.

A sneeze suddenly resounded through the house--though it sounded muffled enough for Peter to not think anything of it.

He'd just have to figure it all out tomorrow since he couldn't imagine getting any answers now.

-- --

"Peter." Came a whisper to his left, though he elected in favor of not moving incase it was his dreaded mother trying to awaken him to cut the fruit.

A few moments later, his name came again, only a bit more masculine and a bit more stuffy.

"Pete--" which was soon followed by a muffled sneeze,"--ugh..shit."

He blinked, eyes straining in the dark to try and catch whoever it was that was standing over him, and noticed it was his uncle. What was he doing up here?

"Tony?.." He muttered whilst stretching his legs a bit.

"Yeah it's me kid..listen, I hate to ask this--but can I bunk with you tonight? Maria forgot to remove the stupid feather stuffed pillows and I didn't think to bring any allergy meds with me."

Maria, his mother--the pillows..right. Tony was allergic. That must've been what the sneezing and the stuffy voice was all about.

Mumbling under his breath Peter shuffled and closed his eyes whilst hoping Tony could take the hint and just get in. it of course couldn't have been that easy.

"Why do you have the window open?--"

Ugh..not this..just let me sleep god damnit..

"It's jammed." He stated bluntly, and rubbed his face as a shiver ran throughout his body via the lifting of the semi-warmed bedding.

"Sure is cold in here..not really seeing how you're fine with that." Tony started up again as he shuffled from Peter's left in an attempt to get comfortable. He shrugged sleepily and curled in on himself.

"M'tired Tony..that's how." He grumbled.

There was a bit more shuffling following his exasperated words, but thankfully things seemed to quiet down after a while.

Peter was nearly asleep again--or at least on the verge of it when he heard his uncle speak in a frustrated hush.

"blasted bed.." And Peter felt his back touch something warm--hot even, instead of the familiar cold air he had been forever used to.

"Never enough space on bed's like this.." his uncle muttered again and while Peter figured he could continue to lie as still as possible and attempt to fall back asleep, it became impossible when he noted even more shuffling along with a shoulder jabbing into his spine.

"What in the world are you doing.."

"Peter! Sorry if I woke you.." though he didn't sound entirely too apologetic when his words came out ecstatic, "Do you think you could scoot over just a smidge?"

his uncle turned again and while it was dark and cold and..strangely warm up against his back, Peter could feel something even softer press up against his spine..

"Or..this'll work fine."

How was he sober and doing this? He thought to himself as physical boundaries continued to be crossed.

Peter was aware, and he figured the word intimately was the correct term to use in this instance because his uncle was pressed up against him, chest to stomach to..and Peter felt his cheeks flush with heat.

"Mm.." Tony hummed against his hair as he seemed to take a deep breath in.

"Your shampoo is fantastic Peter.." which was soon followed by a hand wrapping loosely around his much thinner waistline. Tony's fingers brushed his t-shirt down for a moment before letting it lie still yet again.

That strange feeling was back at full force now that they were there--this close..it was..god it was almost too much to bear. A touch of the back to this?? How on earth was he supposed to be mentally prepared for this sort of thing.

Peter attempted to shut his eyes again and get some sleep--knowing that this would all be over in the morning and that he'd get his own bed back after the pillows are removed and the area is disinfected with whatever spray Maria keeps under her kitchen sink cabinet. It would all be fine and dandy..yeah, definitely.

Peter wasn't so lucky though because as he was trying to even out his breathing, that same hand of Tony's began to wander.

It was dark and very much unfamiliar to him--the chill brushing his front had nothing on the heat that was occurring behind him, and while he had never felt something other than a pillow brush against anything lower than his tailbone before, this was definitely not a pillow.

It was stiff and..and warm.

Peter blinked his eyes awake and shuddered in his uncle’s grip. It was loose but something told him he wouldn't be getting let go anytime soon.

I don't.. Peter thought suddenly.

"Tony I--" he swallowed thickly between words, trying to decipher how he was suppose to react in a situation like this. He'd heard about it at school and read about in in articles online..he'd..he'd--

Peter sniffled hard and felt his shoulders begin to shake.

"I don't.."

His words were soon followed by a hand slowing in motion and gripping his t-shirt tightly.

"Oh Peter I--I'm sorry..I didn't mean--" but Peter himself was shaking his head and turning to face his uncle.

The eyes he was met with were moon-lit and haunted, and the skin he watched contorted into something grave, giving his heart a sudden jolt.

"oh no..no Tony don't cry." Peter muttered out while reaching his arm up and around his tubbier uncle's waist in order to reach his back. He caressed the area in a way he hoped could prove to be soothing..and as he felt those large warm hands snake up his back he wondered if he should be trying to sooth his uncle at all.

Had he nearly just been molested?

A shiver ran down the length of Peter's spine that followed the trail in which his uncle's hands had just taken. What was going on?

"Oh god I don't know what's wrong with me.." and as Peter felt the familiar warm length now pressed against his upper thigh, he began to wonder if perhaps he should make a hasty leave for the bathroom.

The hands that continued to hold him close now felt like claws and clamps instead of the regular plush innocence they supplied.

it hadn't been him, Peter realized as something rutted up against him.

All those times he felt weird and..and sexually frustrated, it had been Tony.

Tony, Tony.

his Uncle Tony.

"T-Tony.." He wetly tried but to no avail was quieted by the other man's freshly shaven cheek.

"S-Shh..Peter be quiet..please just.." and it truly did sound like a plea on his uncle's lips, "close your eyes..don't..try not to think too hard, okay?"

Something murky settled in his gut like a stone to a chain as he was pressed up against the warm spot on their full sized bed. A leg rested between his as he felt yet again something hard and hot pressed against his loose pair of boxer shorts.

He felt the strange urge to cry.

Tears did indeed slip down his cheeks as he closed his eyes and tried to do as his uncle told him to. He tried his best not to think too hard but it was difficult when something harder was pressing up against him. Something wet and stiff--something that was too hot to be normal.

It burned and made Peter want to gag as a hand pressed against the top of his back in order to hold him down (as if he were going to go anywhere).

Was this really happening?.. He kept expecting for it to all be a joke--o-or a nightmare as a result of those weird familiar feelings he'd get when his uncle was around after one too many drinks under his belt.

More tears streamed down his cheeks as he heard his uncle grunt from behind and shove in a bit more--no doubt making his insides become coated with something sickly and red.

God he was a virgin!

He hated how much he hated it and he hated even more how much he couldn't stand to stop it.

He hated how much it hurt, and again hated even more how much he lived for the pain.

This corrupt saddled love that was shared between the both of them.

"A-ah.." Peter clenched the bedding tightly and felt the hand on his back disappear for a long moment before it moved to grasp his wrist.

It was wet and so was his hole. Tony had no doubt licked his hand and..and made it easier for his cock to go in, hadn't he?..

Peter shook his head and nearly cried out from the feeling of something being entirely entered into him, but restrained himself to muffled silence once more while his jaw strained against itself.

"Mmph..Pete.." His uncle muttered from above after bringing his now other free hand to his neck. He idly wondered if he would be choked but was shocked to feel the heavy body fall down against him.

"Don't want to move," Tony whimpered, "went in too dry.. don't want you to hurt m-more.."

Peter shook his head and attempted to raise his backside--bucking up into the pain and holding in a cry that would no doubt sound like the loss of his innocence.

When he felt tears hitting his still clothed back he couldn't help but wonder as to who was raping who in this moment. He figured Tony had started it, clearly, and then..well..now they were both crying and Peter was the one bucking into it.

Peter thrusted up as much as he could manage once more in hopes of being able to become the victim of this double edged crime, and grunted past his mute wishful words.

Tony, being as smart as he is, seemingly got the gist.

The pain was nothing short of utter agony scraped from the bottom of hell's dirty pavements, and while tears fell from both of their eyes and the mess that had been produced took a gentle warm rag and many kisses to clean..Peter couldn't help but yawn.

He was tired and never wanted tomorrow's light to shine through the open unchecked window behind him. He didn't want to see his mom or her blasted boyfriend. He didn't want to see the stupid feather stuffed pillows or the way that breakfast would look absolutely breathtaking in the morning.

He didn't want to breathe, but that wasn't really an option.

Instead he turned and wrapped his weak and battered body around the man that had done so much in the short time they'd spent together, and hoped that this love that had been shared between them hadn't been a mistake.

All he ever wanted to do was please his uncle. To be a..to be a good boy.

"I love you Peter..." Tony murmured against his temple, and kissed the area sweetly as if dirty blood had not just been shed as a result of his shame induced love.

"I-I love you too Tony.." he murmured back, and snuggled impossibly closer only wishing now that he could crawl beneath his uncle's skin and die there like a prematurely decaying pet. Wished that then maggots would infest the man in front of him so then he would feel as dirty as Peter did.

If he thought about it though, he presumed they felt much of the same in that moment. Perhaps they were both already infested with something much worse than maggots and creatures that thrive on the carcasses of the dead.

God he hated love..he hated everything that had to do with it because what else was this supposed to be?..Love love love..he repeated, on and on like counting sheep until he fell into a dreamless slumber.

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[winterspiderpurrs]

I came up with this a while back now I can't remember if I created a Moodboard or if I commented on one. But like... this is such a drama filled prompt/plot bunny that I hope will inspire someone to write!

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Bucky wounded vet got addicted to pain meds before moving on to other drugs once he was back stateside. Enabler boyfriend Steve cause he couldn't just abandon Bucky. Maybe convinced him at some point to get counciling .

Enter recovered drug addict Peter Parker councilor.

I picture Steve end up getting a crush on Peter. This cute guy helping him get his boyfriend back ya know? He can't help it.

Peters background: In his late teens, he got an older boyfriend [Tony Stark], and he was the one who introduced the world of drugs to him. He doesn't remember much of that time, at some point they break up but Peter was still heavy into drugs by then and living in the streets cause Uncle Ben got shot when he went out looking for his nephew to bring him home, Aunt May blamed him and or refused to house an addict.

Maybe Peter ends up ODing but survived, and Tony being Tony has Peter's name to flag, and Jarvis informs him of the hospital stay. Guilty Tony, who has since gotten clean, sent Peter off to rehab. Once he recovered and wanted to help others in this situation, Tony created the new facility. They remain friends, though both still harbor feelings. No one knows their shared history.

And then one day while Bucky and Steve are at the couple session or visit. They see Peter and Tony talking. And Bucky gets a flash back of a while party his dealer got him in on. He has fragments of memory of doing lines of coke off Peter with one Tony Stark and possibly had a threesome with them. Basicly passing Peter around between them.

Tony would look at Bucky and panic cause Tony remembered, but it's clear that Peter doesn't. Hence his extra guilt cause he KNOWS he put Peter through shit.

How is Bucky going to explain cheating on Steve? And how it was with someone who Steve is looking up to?

Maybe at some point Tony corners Bucky.

Steve gets extra protective of Bucky. And later Peter.

[digglesthedickerfly]

Marvel Irondad Spiderson:

So like, can someone write a fanfic based on the movie “Run” from Netflix and tag me? Like obsessive, over protective Tony with a dark side no one knows about.

Tony Stark desires to have a kid because he just feels so alone and he sees so many people so happy with them. He thought that maybe he could get some random women pregnant and do half time or something, but the baby comes and y’know, doesn’t make it, nore does the lady. One day on his walk he sees a kid walking hand in hand with a couple being swinged around happily. Tony sees the kid and instantly falls in love. He does whatever he can to get Peter and kidnaps him, did something to him so he doesn’t remember.

Years later, Tony keeps him locked away in the Tower, paparazzi not even knowing he exists some how. He only started school when he was 12/13 when middle school started. He meets his Uncle at the Delli and they become friends, he secretly gets his powers and watches his uncle die not knowing it was his Uncle. Ben thought Peter was like his nephew, just older and he was always friends with Ben’s Wife. You can also add Stephen as some wizard guy Peter ran into on patrol.

The Avengers only partially know Peter. Peter knows all the Avengers, just never actually talked to them since his Father told him they can’t go near him. One day, Bucky goes into the labs to look for Tony to help with his arm but find Peter instead. Peter happily helps out and they secretly become friends. Whenever his Dad is out, they watch movies and build LEGO’s while also some how convincing his friends and Bucky to hang out together at the movies and stuff. Bucky starts to get into unsolved cases because Peter and his friends play the game all the time and he starts searching through them because of his past, then he stumbles across a certain case from a few years back that makes him suspicious of Peter.

This case gets brought up to Peter’s friends and they all start to realise the resemblance and Peter’s weird relationship with Tony. Eventually Peter finds out and after showing him the proof, he eventually gets suspicious as well.

Peter one day acts a bit off around Tony because he was doing his daily research and messaging his friends about it and Tony gets a feeling his hiding something so he follows Peter. He catches him talking to Bucky about something they both apparently did the other day that was fun and loses it, blocking each other off and making sure they never see each other.

He makes sure Peter gets to school and is there to pick him up with out anyone noticing. He keeps tabs on where Bucky and Peter both are and the other Avengers to make sure they aren’t secretly chatting. Peter having at least some privacy, decides to sneak out as Spider-Man, his FFH suit, which of course his friends know he’s Spider-Man while his Father is in town one night. He gets out and quickly gets Ned to message Bucky and see if they wanna hang out and stuff with MJ. While in town, Tony sees Peter out with his friends and drags Peter home and locks him up.

He cuts him off from all devices and home schools him. A few days later, Peter sneaks off to keep searching and stumbles upon a file his Father had. He goes through it and finds stuff about a certain case. Turns out his friends were right and Peter starts getting all upset and freaks out not noticing a certain someone behind him.

Tony freaks and tries to convince him everything is okay and Peter can’t control his emotions and can barely talk. His whole body hurt from crying and hiccuping. Tony locks the tower up and Bucky knew something was up so saved Peter with Peter lightly helping in the background so his “Father” doesn’t know.

Basically Peter and Bucky run away with the slight help of his friends and Stephen. Tony can’t do anything because the public will know and get suspicious, plus Peter might say something and it will all be over. Peter doesn’t say anything because it’s not like he has any family to go to except for May and he doesn’t want to be a burden and live with her because money is tight, while the government would make sure he doesn’t get to see the Winter Soldier. He explains the situation to her and he visits quite frequently.

The End.

[soulless-bex]

there should be more fics where peter parker is pepper’s son and tony gets to be the weird/bad influence uncle

i think that would be funny

here’s a few exemple to support my argument:

peter would tell tony right away about spider man and they would work in secret on a super suit. pepper gets mad at the both of them. especially tony. he’s supposed to be the adult and set a good exemple, but honestly, pepper isn’t sure why she expected better

peter messes with tony. a lot. like he uses his big brain to hack into jarvis and then friday to change the name of the protocols to something ridiculous and nonsensical. just for the comedic effect. he also locks tony out of the code to enjoy the chaos just that much longer

pepper tries to give her son a somewhat normal life, forgetting that he basically grew up holed in a lab with tony. as a consequence of that fact, peter freaks e v e r y o n e out with his obscure science knowledge. his teachers gave up. tony is proud. pepper is tired

everyone at si loves him. they think he’s the loveable son of their lovely ceo. r&d knows it’s a lie though. they saw peter crawl through the vents in the middle of the night once, for the sole purpose of pranking tony. there’s also the time they saw him build a ghoul like animatronic only to set it loose in the tower (what can i say, the boy loves chaos). they do not trust the golden retriever mask

everyone that isn’t r&d finds him real polite tho. they often ask him to run errands like bringing paperwork to his mum and stuff

everyone who isn’t in the know thinks peter is an orphan, and no matter how many times he explained that no, mary parker was not his mother, just his dad’s wife, his mom is still alive thankyouverymuch, they still deny the truth. he just became peter “i’m not an orphan” parker to the outside world. it annoys him very much. especially since he can’t say the full truth due to Security Reasons. he loves his mom very he much and would consequently love to brag about her

mama’s boy peter parker. duh

peter calls tony mr stark the moment there’s an impressionable soul (read; new employee that isn’t familiar with the si dynamic) in the vicinity. he knows tony hates it because it makes him feel old. he doesn’t care. he likes being a pain in the ass.

heir peter, because even tho he’s a little shit, there isn’t anyone else tony and pepper would trust to keep the tower standing for more than a week

peter during his first times living with pepper and tony, following tony around like a lost duckling because **science**. he picks up all the bad habits while he’s at it. that leads pepper to enforce the “please supervise tony” rule that says that peter isn’t allowed to be alone with tony without adult supervision. she first considered it when her son started drinking too much coffee for comfort and cursing, but what really drove the point home was that one time where they pulled an all nighter on a week day to build a miniaturized spaceship out of the blue. she did not find the resulting explosion funny

rodhey gets to be the trusted uncle. he’s however more often acknowledged as the babysitter, meaning that he has for task to ensure that his best friend doesn’t accidentally teach his too-smart-for-his-own-good nephew how to build nukes

joke on him, peter already knew how to build those thanks to previous binge researche

peter bullies captain america. the psas did not make a good first impression

[silently-waiting-for-you]

Marvel

Trope: hurt/comfort pt. 3

identity reveal

The first time Rhodey meets Peter Parker, it’s barely six months after the whole shitshow in Germany and he’s checking in to make sure Tony isn’t drunk off his ass or loopy with caffeine and sleep deprivation again.

The second time he meets Peter Parker, the kid’s cooking in Tony’s kitchen like he’s been there his whole life.

The third time he meets Peter Parker, he’s bleeding out on Tony’s couch, and that’s not even the weirdest thing about this kid.

Or, five times Rhodey doesn’t figure out Spider-Man’s identity, and one time he does.

. . . . .

listen to the voice inside your head

Steve gave Tony a searching look before he nodded, addressing the table. “Looks like we have a new player on the scene.”

Bruce sat up, adjusting his glasses to take a closer at the image that was projected on the hologram in the middle of the room.

Spidey.

Bruce nearly jolted out of his chair when he heard Hulk’s deep rumbling in the back of his mind. There was on onslaught of joy that was not his own and his breath caught in his chest at the feeling. Hulk, very rarely, felt joy unless he was smashing things.

OR

Everyone has forgotten who Peter Parker is - except for the Hulk

. . . . .

the human equivalent of a radio +

Rhodey makes a gasping sound that he's sure Tony can hear. "Oh, damn," he repeats. "Damn. Spider-Man. You hurt?"

Of course he is. Of course. Rhodey can see the damage, the blackened material of the kid's suit. The way he's swaying on his feet.

Rhodey just shot him. Just shot Tony's kid.

. . . . .

when you invest your love (you invest your life)

“Hi Peter. I’m your uncle Ben.”

Peter doesn’t open his eyes, doesn’t even move - completely content and asleep as Ben brings him closer.

He’d made a promise to himself years ago that he’d do anything to keep Richard safe.

And now, holding his nephew in his arms - Ben knew that his promise had now transformed into something else.

Peter was Richard’s son.

Ben would do anything for him.

It was his greatest honor.

It was his responsibility.

. . . . .

wingman

Holy shit, Rhodey thought. Tony’s a dad.