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forgetfulpizza · 3 years

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Fill for @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo: sensation play

I got this idea and this happened. Here you go lol I hope y’all enjoy 💕

Warnings: nff, Peter’s age is ambiguous (he’s 18/19), humiliation, recording, Tony’s kinda a perv, overall a questionable situation, misuse of an electric toothbrush

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Peter had felt a lot of shame in his life. For varying reasons.

He wasn’t sure it had ever been as bad as this. He was convinced that the ground was going to swallow him up. Or maybe that was just what he was hoping for.

“Hello.” Tony waved a hand in front of his face, getting his attention again. “We’re talking. Can’t lose you before you explain to me why exactly…this…was going on in my- your suit.”

It seemed like a good time to spontaneously combust.

“See...um….” His eyes drifted to the video again, cheeks burning darker as he looked at the freezeframe displayed. It showed him, from the perspective of his mask, dressed completely in the suit from what was able to be seen and a…

Oh, it was too embarrassing.

“Do you actually want to know?” He asked weakly.

Tony snorted a little. “I’m very curious, trust me. I really want to know why Spider-Man was in his suit, masturbating with an electric toothbrush.”

Peter hid his face in his hands, body burning hot with embarrassment. “I was- I mean- um.”

The older man watched him, eyebrow raised. He wasn’t just trying to humiliate him, but it was an added bonus. He was genuinely curious as to the context of a video that would probably fuel many, many of his own personal sessions. “Spit it out, Pete.”

“I don’t have any toys,” he said in a rush, uncovering his face. “And I wanted to know how- how vibrations would feel. Since I’m so sensitive.”

There it was.

Tony hummed, looking to the screen again. The young man certainly seemed like he enjoyed the result of his experiment. He reached down to adjust himself in his pants quickly, clearing his throat. Peter didn’t appear to see him. “Well, why did you stay in the suit?”

“It dampens my other senses. So I could just focus on how it felt.”

“Uh huh.” Tony clicked play on the video again, watching it closely.

Peter’s moans filled the room along with a soft buzzing. “Oh- oh, shit. Fuck, I’m- oh, god.”

“Can you turn that off?” Current Peter whined, bright red as he tried to ignore the video. “It was stupid, I’m-“

“Shh, you’re gonna miss the best part.” Tony cut him off, eyes not leaving the video.

He watched how video-Peter jerked and writhed on his bed before going tense. His visibly straining cock twitched against the tight fabric of his suit and the buzzing head of the toothbrush as he came.

“Ohhhh, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming. Oh my god, fuck.”

By the time he’d ridden out his orgasm, there was a dark wet patch on the front of his suit where the tip of his cock was. Then he clicked the toothbrush off and the only sounds were that of his heavy breathing.

Tony could have cum in his pants just watching it again. There was nothing hotter than seeing Peter do everything he could to explore himself while wearing Tony’s tech.

The video cut off, presumably when Peter took his mask off.

“Sir?” Peter spoke up softly, watching Tony.

“Hmm?”

“I-“

Tony didn’t let him finish his thought, shamelessly palming at himself through his pants. “What do you say we get you some toys? Real things, don’t need to use any more…hygiene items.”

Peter watched him, nodding a little. “That sounds good….” What even was his life?

“On one condition. No- make that two. I get to keep the video. And I get to finish before we shop.”

The younger man looked at him with an almost shocked expression. But that wasn’t to say he was opposed. “O-okay.” He tried to fight down his previous embarrassment, straightening up. “Do you want some help?”

Tony grinned. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

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jae’s @starkerfestivals bingo masterlist! 🍒

blackout achieved! 🎉

Sitting Pretty in the Prime of Life | Fill: Popstar AU — Popstar!Peter is a scary twink who just wants to get dicked down by his bodyguards, Tony and Bucky.

Love Notes | Fill: Love Notes — The one where Tony realizes he doesn’t have an angel on his hands—he has a needy little slut.

Graham Norton Show | Fill: Anniversary — It's popstars!Peter and Tony's one year anniversary. They go on the Graham Norton show, and people speculate about just how close they really are.

Angel Face | Fill: K*nk Discovery — Tony calls Peter “angel face” while railing him till he cries.

I See the Sun | Fill: Aftercare — Some gratuitous aftercare after a punishment scene. AKA Tony taking care of his baby.

The Pieces I've lost [Chapter 4] | Fill: Protective Tony — "Let me handle this,” Tony growled, shoving Peter behind him protectively. He heard Peter make a noise of protest, but he repeated, “Hush. Let. Me. Handle it."

Black Butterflies & Deja Vu | Fill: Enemies to Lovers — Tony Stark—as in, probably the richest alpha on the planet—was standing in Peter’s classroom doorway. And then Peter noticed the stress painting his features, the way his eyes darted towards Morgan’s sleeping figure in his arms, and the last piece of the puzzle fit into place. Tony Stark was the shitstain of a parent Morgan had unfortunately been sacked with. Dear God.

Best Alpha Ever | Fill: Possessive Behaviour — Peter always tries his best to be a good omega—the best omega—for his alpha. But sometimes, even good omegas need a little bit of extra attention.

Fly on the Wall | Fill: Power Bottom — AKA BAMF Peter rescues Tony and rides him in front of the bad guy.

Stealing Clothes | Fill: Free — Peter steals Tony's clothes.

The Pieces I've Lost [Chapter 5] | Fill: Ropework — Tony tugged gently on the harness and asked, “Too tight?”

The Wolf's Flower Boy | Fill: Picnic — The one where mafia boss Tony and flower shop owner Peter get together for weekly picnics. This time, Peter’s asked Tony for a favour, so now, Tony expects payment—in the form of a kiss.

My Sweet and Tender Prince | Fill: Secret Relationship — “If I make you spill first, I get to ride across the field and declare that I’ve won the war. If I make you spill first, your kingdom becomes mine, Exalted.”

Hired | Fill: Fake Dating — Tony needs a date for his company party, so of course, he hires a stripper. And then he finds out that Peter’s smarter than half the interns at his company.

If You Give a Billionaire a Sugar Baby [Chapter 4] | Fill: Sugar Daddy — “You forgot this room during the tour,” Peter said weakly.

Give Me a Call, Daddy | Fill: Office Sex — Tony’s not usually so dry with his texts, but a pretty boy riding a dildo and holding a vibrator to his leaking cock is proving to be a bit difficult for him to handle.

Superior | Fill: Assassin — Together, Peter, we’ll be superior.”

Cliff's Edge, Where I Belong | Fill: Blindfold — “You know I don’t let pretty boys like you do a sloppy job when I give them my cock. I want your best. I want you gagging for it. I wouldn’t let you stop even when your jaw starts hurting. You’d have to keep going until I’m satisfied. You still wanna suck my cock, sweet thing?”

Even in the Dark, You Have My Heart | Fill: Little Peter — The one where little!Peter is having a rough couple of days so Tony cheers him up with heart-shaped food.

Happy Birthday, Peter! | Fill: Not a Date — Tony gives Peter a little birthday surprise.

Overstimulation | Fill: Overstimulation — My thoughts on how Peter and Tony would act when overstimulated.

Sittin' at a Bar | Fill: Humiliation — “Baby, baby, it’ll be a miracle if your pretty pussy doesn’t drip everywhere after ‘m done with you.” AKA Tony is bartender!Peter’s favourite customer for a very good reason.

My Ambrosia | Fill: Royalty AU — “I know you wouldn’t miss out on the chance to make a pretty boy yours. Pick one, use him, put him away wet and take him home.”

Lower the Partition | Fill: Puppy Play — “Behave like a bratty puppy, get punished like one."

Growing Wings | Fill: Mafia AU — AKA SHIELD agent Tony and mafia boss Peter hate fuck.

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teacher tony x student peter part 1

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waiter peter gets infatuated with customer tony

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“you know you’re cute when you lie.” | first date au

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forgetfulpizza · 3 years

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@sins-of-a-spider put up some headcanons earlier and I've been hyperfixating on Peter's oversensitive nipples 👀 but the others are so good too! I'm liking the first point which was something about Tony needing to get used to and keeping up with shy but super needy Peter 😱 I think cause a lotta ideas tend to go with Tony being more experienced and wearing Peter out but!! Peter being so excited to try new things and having a partner to try them with... 😳

Non/dubcon TW?? I kinda took this in the direction of extremely needy Peter wearing Tony out because he's the only one Peter has ever wanted or needed in bed // Peter switching things up

Ahah- pretend Peter doesn't need webshooters------

When Tony and Peter first started fucking, it was no surprise Peter could go longer than most of Tony’s past partners. Peter was young, fit, and on god, he had superpowers. Tony- Tony’s just a smart man, a beautiful one, but when it comes to strength, without the suit Tony’s no better than a usual attending the gym. It sounds misleading, Tony is strong, but not as strong without the suit. Yet Peter, Peter has super strength, a rock hard core and blazing cardio to match his equally quick brain and primitive ego. When he starts he doesn’t stop, not because he wants to keep going, but because if every last drop isn’t milked from his writhing, burning body, he won’t be able to rest. His mind buzzing all night, crotch warm and even sweat beading around his temples, no he won’t be able to even think straight.

Tony did not know this. He did not know what he was getting himself into. And at first, it was fun and enjoyable, the constant sex both morning and night, finishing a session and going about their day, only to get back to it by noon and completing it with a steamy after-dinner blowjob, rolling into the early am with sensual sex and then starting it all over by dawn. Tony did not mind, after all Peter Parker was fucking hot and could get it up with a simple glassy stare and silent hushed words.

Tony, experienced and more mature, did not have experience fucking Spider-Man- until now.

"One more?" Peter asks puppy dog-eyed and sweat drenched, abs flexed as he presses his chest to Tony's. He's still hard after both of their second climaxes, Peter having pulled Tony from a meeting via text. This wasn't new, Tony making changes to his schedule for sex, but obviously everyone knew as soon as Tony's phone buzzed just exactly what was going to happen. Not a single person would ever dare question when Tony, mid meeting, would not-so-politely request to leave.

"I have to get back, they need their boss, y'know, they can't function without me."

"And neither can I," Peter sat up, with a whine, his cock grazing Tony's. He wanted so badly in that moment more than anything to stay there like that and keep going for a third time, to ease the pain. After all, to Peter, Tony was all he had ever had in bed. That didn't matter as he was all Peter would ever need. Tony refused.

"I've got a company to run, Pete, you know that more than anyone. We can continue later if you'd like? When I get back?" Tony shifted, back arching in a way to lean forward, shuffling Peter off a few couple of inches before the boy pressed forward, his soft finger tips pressing him back into the bedsheets in protest.

Despite the streaks of cum delicately decorating both Tony and Peter's abdomens, Peter ached for more, “No," he towered with his face centimeters from Tony's, "I'm not done with you." And then, realizing the tone of his voice may have come off with a spark of dominance, he disappeared, pink, eloquent lips tracing each cum covered curve of Tony's chest, lapping with saliva and a sweet pop as he sucked it down.

Tony sighed. Despite how good it feels to embed himself inside the boy, how nice the familiar feel of Peter's tongue truly is, Tony again denied his request, a rough hand reaching down to brush the curls that lay lacing his eyes. "Peter, hun, we can't, there's an important conference quickly approaching. It's essential for the growth of the comp-"

"Please, Mr. Stark?" he begged.

Peter knew what he was doing.

He did it all the time. Typically on any given day, it worked. Peter could get what he wanted anytime he wanted, anywhere, and Tony could never say no, not when Peter asked like that, with his baby doll face and rose dusted ears perfectly matching his pretty little figure. Peter wrapped his mouth around Tony's cock, so, so, quietly running talented, delicate circles with his tongue over the slit, “Please, daddy?"

A new word he had never used before in bed but had always wanted to and a heavy flush found its way to the cock inside Peter's mouth. Yes of course Tony liked it, that a beautiful boy such as Peter was calling him daddy in the bedroom, but still. "Peter-"

He knew Tony wouldn't agree, but Peter just couldn't let that happen not with the burn crawling its way to the tip of Peter's dick, and Tony was still hard so what gives?

"Fine- if you won't give me what I want," he proclaims, "I'll just take it myself.” He sits up, cock bouncing to his body, and before Tony can put up a fight, Peter's on his way, binding Tony to the frame by the wrists, strong, thick, sticky webs restraining Tony where he needs him. And Tony's shocked, unable to act as fast as Peter's enhanced reflexes, and even if he could, there's no way he could put up a fight against Peter's strength. He almost allows it, but to what extent?

"Peter please, I would've only been gone another couple of hours or so; you're making this a bigger problem than it has to be." Tony looks to the prominent concoction plastered over his hands, yet Peter's problem, is already bigger than Tony could ever possibly understand. If he doesn't do this, the boy might cry, senses so overwhelmed, pained in agony and yearning for release.

"I'm sorry, I just-" Peter almost bellows over in a hiccup, "I need you so bad," he's almost shaking, trembling because he's never had to do this before. Tony can only watch as Peter swallows him yet again, eyelashes downcast, fingers careful yet arrogantly making movement. Needless to say, both loving and hating it at the same time, Tony's head falls back and he can't find the right words to say. He knows Peter's needy. He knows Peter has heightened senses and the consequences if not eased. He's almost quiet, hoping it'll only last a couple of seconds, only he's wrong, as Peter raises himself on top of Tony, and with a woeful slip of an angelic moan, guides himself down onto Tony's cock. "Fuck.." Peter whispers, instant gratification filling him coequally with each throb from inside.

"Peter, don't make me say it again, I have to-"

Webs plaster across Tony's parted lips. "That's enough out of you."

Tony's conflicted, confused by Peter's actions and simultaneously turned on at the same time, for Peter's never behaved in such a defiant way, never to Tony whom of which he both deeply admired and occasionally begged for. He tries to talk Peter out of it, the poor man can't take another session right now, yet not a single word makes it from his lungs. Tony can't speak; his voice but a low muffle mixing with the wet squelch of Peter's dick slapping against Tony's already cum-stained abs and the relentless gasps that hitch before him.

"It's just- you're just so.." he can barely talk himself, "I can never get enough." He huffs as he rides, hips curling back and forth, back arching and muscles tensing. Tony could feel Peter squeezing around him with each movement and he would bite back a moan if he could, but he can’t as Peter tirelessly drops and raises his body, goosebumps spreading on his skin. Peter’s almost smiling as he thinks about what he’s doing, his actions, taking advantage of Tony like he had never done before. It’s just with someone like Tony and someone so inexperienced as Peter, it’s not difficult to be easily excitable, aroused by a thought.

“You make me feel so good, daddy,” he blushes at the word, so fucking hard it feels illegal. He’s so damn beautiful, Tony doesn’t want to encourage what the boy is doing, but the lock of their eyes and the dip of Tony’s stare down Peter’s frame is enough said. And even when Peter feels as though he’s going to explode he pauses, teasing and springing off Tony’s cock to rim it against his insides, going as far to rub his own dick against Tony’s, strategically palming both of them in his hands. “Do you like when I take control?” He asks, gasping for air, “Do you?”

The size difference and juxtaposition alone is extraordinary, still for someone of Peter’s age, he’s right where he needs to be. And for a split second Peter craves more. He doesn’t want to be the one penetrated anymore. He wants to know what it feels like, what Tony feels when he pounds Peter into daybreak. He swallows hard, his cheeks darker than ever before, lungs on fire, and Tony doesn’t have time to process before Peter’s binding the man’s legs down, spreading him open, and thrusting inside, emitting a loud, absurd moan, trembling when his hips finally land in contact with Tony’s.

Both drenched in a mixture of cum, sweat, and spit, lube isn’t a necessity, and it doesn’t matter anyway as Peter spurts right then and there, inside Tony, filling his walls to the brim and spewing from the seams. Tony tries so hard not to pass out, Peter’s grunting and nearly crying, the largest orgasm he’s ever had taking over his body, his mind, and his actions. A tear falls down his cheek, his legs shake, dick steadily pumping out what seems to be the greatest amount of cum that’s ever come from his frail, twink body.

After a minute of moans, toes and fingers grasping for skin or the sheets or whatever they could possibly find, Peter goes silent and pulls out, creating the biggest mess he’s ever seen, and Tony’s eyes roll back, white sticky liquid pooling onto the bed beneath him.

Peter’s sorry. He hadn’t even noticed the fresh stream of cum surrounding Tony’s enflamed cock. But at least at that point he got what he needed, and Tony could go back to his meeting, that’s if he could still walk himself there.

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Be a Good Boy for Mr. Stark

Peter shows Tony how appreciative he is of him.

Or what should of happened in the car ride home in Homecoming.

Cross-Posted on AO3

Peter smiled warmly as Mr. Stark talked to him, trying hard to focus on his words, while also attempting to convince himself that this was really happening. His role model and idol The Tony Stark, thinks he's special and deserving of his attention, to be even a future avenger, it was still a lot to take in. But he was loving every minute of it.

"Are you listening kid?" Mr. Stark asks, frowning at the prospect of being ignored and it takes Peter right out of his stupor. He nods his head shyly and blushes when he looks into Tony's dark chocolate eyes. That was going to take some getting used to he decides. "Because I don't like repeating myself."

"Y-yes, Mr. Stark. I heard you loud and clear. I was just thinking about everything you're doing for me and I feel so lucky and thankful that you'd take a chance on me." Peter finishes rather lamely and looks down nervously as he fumbles with his phone.

Tony stares at him with a raised eyebrow and it is then that Peter realizes the limo had stopped moving. Mr. Stark smiles at him then, but in a way Peter had yet to witness prior. He suddenly leans over Peter and Peter's confused but hugs the man regardless. If Mr. Stark wanted to hug him, there was no way he would deny him.

Tony waves his hand dismissively at the window and the figure on the other side walks away. Peter shivers when he feels Mr. Stark's hot breath on his ear.

"There is one way you can show your gratitude for my kindness Peter." Tony says and Peter feels chills run up his body. "You want to show me how grateful you are?"

The teenager blushes harder and clutches his mentor's expensive jacket. Mr. Stark couldn't be serious could he? There's no way he's talking about...

Tony guides Peter's hand down from his shoulder, down his suit until he stops on something hard and Peter audibly gasps when he realizes it’s his mentor's cock. He was aroused and it was for Peter of all people. He felt dizzy with realization and something hotter as Mr. Stark rubbed Peter's hand over his own crotch.

"Well? What will it be Mr. Parker? Are you thankful? Are you going to be a good boy and show me how thankful you are?" Tony asks smoothly, like he's completely unaffected by the movements of Peter's hand. Peter wants to change that. He whimpers at the good boy comment, feeling himself get harder by the second.

"Y-yes Sir I want to. I w-wanna show you how much I appreciate you." Peter says and he's not sure what he wants or what Mr. Stark wants from him but he's more than onboard for whatever because Mr. Stark wants him.

Tony smiles against his neck and brushes a fleeting kiss there. "Good boy. Now get on your knees." Mr. Stark says the last part with an edge and Peter finds himself dropping to the flooring of the limo before he really knows what he's doing. "Take it out, show me how grateful you are Peter." Mr. Stark motioned towards his crotch and Peter's mouth goes dry as he carefully takes out his mentor's cock with shaky fingers. Before he knows it, Tony's cock comes into view, much thicker and longer than his own. Peter's breathe hitches at the sight and his mouth waters. Mr. Stark was huge. The girth of it alone was making Peter anxious with the fear of letting his mentor down. That was the last thing he wanted to do.

"Sir, I-I don't know what to do..." Peter hesitates. Instead of frowning like the teenager anticipated, Tony smiled at him again and reached out to ruffle the boy's hair.

"That's okay, I'll help you through it. Wrap your hand around the base and lick the tip." Mr. Stark says easy like he was explaining bio-tech and not teaching his mentee to give him head. Peter nodded and did as he was told, gapping at the way his hand couldn't fully wrap around the sheer girth of the cock. He leans down, shyly licking the head a few times feeling the taste of salt and pre-cum on his tongue. Tony hums pleased at his efforts but tugs on Peter's curls edging him further down his length. "Don't be shy, I wanna see just how appreciative you are." Mr. Stark says and Peter can read between the lines to what he means. "Breathe through your nose." The man above him adds.

Peter closed his eyes and sucked hard as he allows his mouth to take the whole head in his mouth. Mr. Stark groans at the sensation and Peter wanted to smile that he's getting The Tony Stark off. It motivates him to take the man deeper, feeling his jaw start to ache from the thick cock.

"Hmm, yeah that's so good, Peter. You really are such a good boy, aren’t you? Showing me how grateful you are, how much you want it. Such a good boy..." Tony praises him and it makes Peter moan around him. He wants to be Tony's good boy, wants to make him feel good.

He's nearly to the base when his gag reflex kicks in and he pulls off embarrassed, coughing a little.

"I-I'm sorry Sir. I-I don't think I can take it all in my mouth." He resisted the urge to add yet because Mr. Stark probably won't want him to show his appreciation again after this. His heart sinks at the thought. He couldn't have that. "Can I try again please?"

Mr. Stark stared at his mentee, hair disheveled, eyes blown and lips puffy. All this from a little dicksucking. Amazing. He pondered. "Of course baby." Tony said, petting Peter's already messy hair.

Peter's heart fluttered and his cock twitched at the word. Mr. Stark just called him baby. Baby of all things and Peter felt hot all over as he sucked his mentor back into his mouth. Peter closed his eyes again and rolled his tongue, going up and down on the cock, thinking of all the best porn he'd seen, trying to imitate what they did. It seems to be working as Tony's groaning nonstop with his hand securely in Peter's hair, not yanking but simply guiding the boy down.

"Fuck. You're doing so good baby. Keep it up, let me see your eyes. I want you to remember who you're thanking accordingly. Remember who this mouth belongs to from now on." Tony says, thrusting his hips up in time with Peter opening his eyes. Tony seeing Peter's big orbs widen as he gags on his cock. Tony groans at the sinfulness of the act in front of him.

Peter whines but doesn't pull off, instead focuses on breathing through his nose and rutting his hips against the floor desperate for some friction. As his mentor gently fucked his mouth, praising him, Peter couldn't believe his fate, his role model and crush since he was a kid wanting him like this. It was almost too much. Mr. Stark had said his mouth belongs to him now. Peter whimpers at the idea as he hollowed his cheeks. That would be nice he thinks, to be owned by Tony Stark. He wants it. Craves it even.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum baby. Gonna bust my load in your mouth and you're gonna swallow every last drop. You're going to show me just how grateful you are." Tony utters and stares at Peter as he comes hard down the boy's throat.

Buried to the hilt of his mentor's cock, Peter had no choice but to gulp down the waves of warm cum the best he could, eyes not leaving his mentor. Despite the act they just committed, somehow staring at one another like this, felt like the most intimate thing they had done. Peter pulls off when he thinks he got it all and suddenly feeling very exposed.

"M-Mr. Stark..." Peter says and a small string of cum on his bottom lip, connected to the tip of the man's softening cock. He isn't sure where he's going with this. Although he isn't given a chance to finish because Tony groans as he grabs him up and planting the boy in his lap. Peter blushed at the sitting arrangement. Even though, Tony was soft now, he was still big and Peter could feel it on his thigh. It made him moan desperately. "Please, S-Sir I need to-" Tony hushes him with a finger to his lips.

"It's okay, I'll take care of you baby," The older man says and he looks even better up close like this, so handsome and god, did he smell good. Peter tried to close the small distance between their lips but Mr. Stark beats him to it, tugging Peter forward by the curls at the back of his head. Peter gaps, immediately clinging to Tony. He moaned as his mentor worked his mouth open, feeling like jelly in his embrace. His first kiss, going to Mr. Stark, he whines with realization, unintentionally grinding down, which made him whine more from the friction.

Peter must have got caught up in the rolling of their tongues because he doesn't even notice Mr. Stark's hand traveling down his back and around until he lets out a high pitch moan in the kiss. Tony presses hard on the teen's confined hard-on.

"Look at you, so hard just from cock sucking. You just aim to please, don't you Peter? Always being such a good boy...I think you deserve a reward." Tony says against the boy's mouth. He slides his hand into Peter's jeans and wraps it around his throbbing cock, Peter leans forward from the friction, resting his forehead against the older man's shoulder. Noises he can't contain slip out as Tony works his cock up and now.

"G-god, M-Mr. Stark I-I" Peter can't even finish his sentence, too focused on the heat of his mentor's hand on him. It felt incredible, another first taken by Mr. Stark and he was getting off on it. He couldn't help the way his hips move on their own, only moaning more when Tony lets him.

"That's it Peter. Fuck my fist like the needy little thing you are. I want you to cum like this. Good boys do as they're told so be a good boy and cum baby." Tony whispers into the boy's ear, jerking him faster.

Peter isn't sure exactly what takes him overboard, he'd bet it was the 'good boy' or 'baby' comment. Either way, Peter was coming and whining as Tony worked his cock completely, milking it of every drop until he was soft and sensitive. Peter collapsed on top of his mentor, completed sedated, trying to catch his breath as the latter pulled a handkerchief out of his jacket.

"Hm, you made a mess of my suit jacket." Tony clicked his tongue and Peter blushes with embarrassment.

"I-I I'm sorry sir. I didn't mean to. It just felt so g-good..." Peter says and he's staring down at the man's chest. Tony tips his head up, so they're eye level and presses a kiss against the boy's lips. He pulls away shortly afterwards (much to Peter's disappointment) and smirks at him.

"Since you were getting your reward, it's alright this time but-" Mr. Stark stops as he holds Peter's jaw in place, looking at him with dark orbs. "If you do it again, I'm gonna make you clean it up with your tongue, understand? Good boys don't make messes."

"Y-yes Mr. Stark, I'll be more careful next time." Peter says, still floating from the best orgasm he ever had. Again. Mr. Stark wanted to do it again with him and that was definitely something Peter could get behind.

"I know you will," Mr. Stark says accordingly and puts himself back into his slacks, Peter can't help but watch, still in disbelief the cock was just in his mouth. "You're a good boy."

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I can’t stop thinking of Peter, 20 dollars short on something and kinda in a rush and starting to panic because he’s holding up the line or the store is about to close and he sends a quick text to Ned:

Hey ned, you’ve been promoted to sugar daddy status! Can you venmo me a 20?

But actually, he accidentally sent it to Tony without realizing.

Not Ned, but I’ll keep the promotion.

He texts back and venmo him like 20,000 because he’s extra like that

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Tony gets injured during a mission, and his Omega, peter is not happy about it.

Notes: It’s pretty angsty at first but I tried to give it a little extra fluff and warmth at the end for you. Sorry this took me over a year to finish 😅Here’s to hoping this means I finish the other drafts of prompts I got ages ago.

Warning(s): ABO Dynamics, Light Angst, Peter Cries ______________________________________________________________

It wasn’t coming together right.

Peter stared at his sad attempt at a nest with tears swimming in his eyes. After Tony had been called away on a mission, the omega was left to his own devices. The rest of the Avengers wouldn’t let him do a thing in his “condition” (even saying the word made him want to roll his eyes), least of all his alpha. Tony had taken his possessive jealousy to a new level the minute he’d found out Peter was carrying. So, while he went out and risked his neck, Peter was stuck at home, staring at the pathetic lump of pillows and balls of Tony’s shirts that he’d tried to make into a nest in the closet.

Why the closet?

It smelled the most of his alpha, and was small (well, smaller than the bedroom) enough that he felt safe. He missed his alpha, much as Peter didn’t want to admit it, and kept asking FRIDAY for updates on the man. She’d tell him things like, “He’s fine, Peter. The boss asks you to please not worry so much about him.” It didn’t help. Nothing helped, because his alpha was off risking his neck while Peter was left fidgeting over blankets and fussing about his broken nest.

He wanted to cry.

It was frustrating, the hormones that his bump was making him go through. The omega had never thought he’d be this kind of omega. Sure, Peter preened under his alpha’s eyes and he got a little too snippy and possessive when other omegas were around his mate, but the raging hormones were something else. Peter had bawled over a Dodo video of a baby bird being returned to its mama the other day. He’d cried so hard that he’d hyperventilated, and spurred FRIDAY into sending an emergency alert to Tony. When the alpha came home and found his omega in such a state, the man had all but lost his mind.

Needless to say, Peter loved being pregnant. He loved his bump and couldn’t wait to meet his baby and have her in his arms, but for the moment, he felt like a burden.

A burden who couldn’t even make a proper nest.

Before he knew it, Peter was crying again. He curled in on himself (as best he could, given he was approaching seven months along and the swell of his tummy got in the way every time he tried) and sat there near his nest, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. He wanted his alpha. Peter sniffled, reaching for one of the shirts he’d strewn across the nest. It was an old Black Sabbath shirt of Tony’s, one that had seen plenty love itself and came with a smattering of tiny holes near the neck. The omega pushed his nose against the fabric and nuzzled it, stifling the sounds of his sobs in an effort to make sure FRIDAY wouldn’t alert Tony to his distress.

His senses and his hormones were supercharged. It had been hours since Tony (and a few of the others) had rushed off to fight some super powered sea monster. Truth be told, the reason that Peter was crying in the closet was because his alpha was gone, not because of his nest. He bit back a wail as he thought of his alpha, hating how Tony was so quick to rush into danger. Peter had tried to convince him.

“If I’m not allowed to go on missions, you shouldn’t be, either!”

“Baby, that’s ridiculous. I’m not pregnant.”

Peter had stared up at his alpha. They were tucked away together on the couch, Tony with one arm draped around him, his attention on a hologram that FRIDAY was projecting. Peter was nestled into his alpha’s side, desperate (he hated it, how needy the pregnancy was making him) for attention after his alpha had been away all day. The words stung. Peter bit his lip and looked down. It was archaic, the way that Tony treated him now that he was pregnant, and it made him want to scream about how unfair it was.

He hadn’t felt like such a child since before the whole Adrian Toomes incident.

“But alpha, you could get hurt,” Peter tried, and he gave a hopeful glance to Tony’s hand, hoping his fingers would stop moving where they hovered near the hologram.

Instead, Tony sighed. “Peter, this isn’t a discussion.”

“It should be! You’re just as important as I am — ”

“I’m going, Peter. End of discussion.”

In his mess of a nest, Peter whimpered as he remembered how his alpha used that tone on him. It wasn’t often Tony used the deep, alpha baritone to give him commands or bark at him. The thought of it now was enough to bring the boy to near tears. His bottom lip wobbled, and he sniffled and another wave of hiccuped sobs came over him.

“Peter?”

The sound of a warm voice made his breath hitch in his throat. Boggled as his mind was, his first thought went to his alpha — to Tony. But the person standing in the doorway, disheveled and exhausted, was a different alpha. Steve Rogers must have come straight from the battlefield. He had flecks of shrapnel on his uniform, which looked tattered and soaked. His hair was wet, matted down onto his forehead, giving it a dirty blond look. Steve hesitated, and Peter knew it was because of the waves of distress he was letting loose, flooding the air of the bedroom. “Where’s Tony?” Peter whispered.

Steve’s hesitation was all he needed to see to know something was wrong. “Don’t panic,” he started, looking like he wanted to step further into the room and then thinking better of it. “He’s in the med-bay right now, but was knocked unconscious by — ”

Peter did sit around and wait for Steve to tell him the rest. He was on his feet surprisingly fast (at least he had his spider dexterity when it counted), brushing past the alpha. He heard Steve calling after him, but Peter shook his head and didn’t wait around. If FRIDAY had granted Steve access to the private room he shared with Tony simply to relay the message in person, it had to be bad. All the way down to the med-bay, Peter thought about the breathing exercises he’d learned for delivery and practiced them in real time, one hand resting against the side of his belly. The elevator took him down without waiting around for Steve, and Peter’s toes wiggled impatiently against the floor as he waited for the doors to open. He looked down, realizing he’d forgotten to put on shoes.

When the elevator slid open and left him free to rush down the hall (he didn’t waddle, dammit), his feet sounded noisy to his own ears, like the slapping sound was echoing and bouncing all over the place. He was on hyper alert, his senses going haywire. But everything stopped when he saw his alpha through the glass, attached to all sorts of wires and machines. Dr. Cho was hovering over him, using a penlight to check the dilation of his pupils. Peter rushed into the room. She looked up at him, offering him a sympathetic smile. “Peter, there’s nothing to — ”

But he cut her off, letting out a noise that was somewhere between a wail and a croak as he said, “Alpha.”

Tony’s eyes flickered open. He offered Peter a lazy smile. “Hey there, omega-mine,” he said, holding his hand out for Peter to clutch as he neared the bed. “The doc here’s got me on the good stuff. Says I took a pretty serious knock to the head.”

Peter’s attention was diverted briefly to the bandage wrapped around his alpha’s forehead. He pressed his lips together. He knew his alpha could sense the emotions rolling through him. Peter hadn’t even noticed Dr. Cho excuse herself. “You can’t keep doing this to us,” Peter whispered, letting go of Tony’s hand to cradle his bump. There were tears in his eyes again. They clung to his lashes, and his bottom lip quivered. Standing up to his alpha wasn’t something that came naturally to him, but this time it was too much. “I — I can’t stay here all the time, worried about you. You’re going to be the father to my pup Tony. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

The alpha blinked, looking caught off guard by the sudden emotion flitting across his mate’s face. “Of course it does,” he said, his voice quiet. “But you know the responsibility I have as Iron Man.”

Peter shook his head, squaring himself up a little, stubborn in his concern and hurt. He reeked of it, he knew. “Alpha, you’re hurt. You keep getting hurt. You have a responsibility to us. To our pup.” The tears that had built up spilled over his cheeks, creating fresh tracks. “Please,” he whimpered, his shoulders slumping under the weight of the alpha’s stare. Peter knew Tony was hurt. As an omega, he knew it was his job to care for his alpha.

“Okay, okay,” Tony said, the tips of his fingers twitching, coaxing Peter towards him. “Come here. Omega-mine, look at me.” Once Peter did, the alpha met him with a tender expression. “Alpha’s sorry. Come lay with me?” Again, he wiggled his fingers.

Unable to resist, Peter scooted closer to the bed, until he could crawl into it with his alpha. He curled up against Tony’s side, his bump forcing the alpha to scoot over some so they both had enough room. His alpha kissed the crown of his head, where he knew Tony could breathe in the scent of his shampoo. His alpha always said it comforted him, and knowing that brought Peter peace. He settled down, soothed by his alpha’s presence and his warmth. “I built a nest,” Peter said after a few moments of silent cuddling.

“Did you?” Tony sounded vaguely amused, like he already knew where this conversation was going. “How did it turn out this time?”

A long pause. “It — it went okay,” Peter said.

His alpha’s chest rumbled with a quiet laugh. “I’ll donate a few more pillows to the cause.”

Peter smiled, giggling and nosing at his alpha’s jaw. “Thank you for the generosity, Mr. Stark.” He rubbed his hand over his belly, thoughtful. “I love you, alpha.”

“I love you, too.”

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