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spidercakes · 3 years

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What do you think of this prompt? Would you be willing/able to write this?

Tony and Peter riding in a car, alone in the backseat with a driver and another passenger( You decide who but they aren't aware of the goings on) But Peter has to sit on Tony's lap for some reason. Maybe boxes of stuff or a broken seat belt or the passenger has their seat all the way back and they just won't fit.

Tony getting hard and rutting against a reluctant(reluctant because they are with people, or maybe virgin/unwilling if you are okay with that/don't mind, it works either way for me!)Peter before he decides "fuck it, I'll just fuck him." Peter could be wearing shorts or a skirt or whatever but Tony manages to slip them down or just straight rips/cuts them to have access to Peter's hole. He could use spit for lube or if there are boxes there could be something in them he can use. Peter would be squirming, gasping and trying to keep Tony from penetrating but obviously fails. Tony would be playing with Peter's cock, getting him hard and whining. He'd whisper to Peter that he'd better be careful those up front don't hear him and do something that has Peter gasping or whimpering out loud while simultaneously freaking out.

Okay idk if you know this but I have been pretty deep in writers block on and off for a few weeks now but this is gorgeous. Honestly thank you so much for trusting me with such a masterpiece of a prompt.

R*ted E

Warnings/tags: dubcon(no communication), p*blic s*x, lazy prep, car s*x, I wrote this on my phone and did not proofread so sorry if there's typos n stuff

Tony's not sure what sin he committed to land him in the blistering hell he's experiencing right now. There might be a lot but he'd really like to know what earned him such a punishment, because this seems rash.

If the punishment fits the crime, he thinks there might be one offense that could warrant this. Lust. And by God, does it fit.

Lusting over his freshly eighteen-year-old protege isn't necessarily the sin, if it were, Tony would be nothing but ash and bone by now. No, Tony finds himself thinking things that are more unpure than sexual corruption. Tony wants to ruin the poor kid.

Because Tony wants to mold Peter's insides, make him incapable of taking anything else, make him Tony's. Own him, fill him, make sure nobody touches a fucking fingertip on that pale, silky skin. He makes himself sick sometimes, dreaming of taking such soft purity for his own and soiling it beyond recognition.

But Nat is driving them to a safehouse in the smallest fucking car Tony's ever seen, and Steve holier-than-thou Rogers is in the front seat. Tony is sat between boxes and suitcases stacked to the roof, brushing against the stained carpet ceiling when they hit one of the endless fucking potholes on this god-forsaken road.

He could deal with Nat's obnoxious 90's punk playing a hair too loud, he could deal with the cargo, he could even deal with Steve claiming he "knows for a fact that was the right way" every time he directs Nat to make a wrong turn. Tony could deal with it all. What he's having a harder time dealing with, is the seventh circle of hell he's drowning in, like a fucking hot tub filled with lava.

Namely, Peter Parker. More specifically, that soft, malleable, baby-faced kid sitting on Tony's lap, arguably the most dangerous place Peter could be right now. Tony almost tells them to turn around several times.

Because Tony, perverse imagination aside, may have an inhuman amount of self control, but Peter is wearing these slippery fucking gym shorts and will not stop moving. "Will you sit still?" Tony hisses nearly an hour into their three hour drive.

"Sorry sir, they're kinda- um, they're a little bit slidey." Peter says, shifting again as he starts sliding back down. The motion is like the world's worst lap dance, like Tony's worst nightmare.

Tony can only fight an erection for so long, so he finally reaches out to grip Peter's hips, harder than he intended, and yank them back. He holds the younger man in place for a few minutes, but Peter must actually be the worst road trip partner of all time, because once again, he has to adjust his position in Tony's lap.

It's around that time when Tony's blood decides to drain from his willpower into his penis, starts chubbing up in the pajama pants he threw on just before the tower was infiltrated. He knows there's no hiding this, not with Peter's crack perfectly aligned with Tony's length.

The process from soft to hard as steel is slow and excruciating, Tony fighting it with all he's got while still attempting to keep Peter from moving too much. There's no use, within ten minutes he's so hard he can feel his pulse in his cock, he can feel precome making the tip stick to his pajama pants.

Peter's got to notice, if he hasn't, he will the next time he shifts his young, restless body against Tony's. The back of Peter's neck is right in front of Tony's face, tempting him. He wants to lick a stripe up Peter's neck and blow on it, sink his teeth into it. He wants to grab Peter's hair and yank it to rest beside Tony's, wants to rub Peter's cock through those silky shorts.

Tony's cock bucks, bounces in its loose confines just as Peter shifts back, then forth. It all happens so fast, the shift nudging the fly of Tony's pajama pants up and around his cock. Just like that, he's leaving a sticky trail of precome up the ass of Peter's shorts.

And Peter gasps, Tony isn't sure if it was surprise at the iron rod he's sitting on, or if Peter knows that Tony's got his cock out right now. Regardless, Peter then proceeds to squirm more, moves like he's not sure whether he wants closer or further away. Tony is going more brain dead by the second, inhibitions swirling around in the stuffy, recycled car air like they're tempting him, offering him the chance of redemption, the chance to make this stop right here and now.

He starts slow, pretends to stretch out a bit and lift his hips, brush himself against that slippery fabric again. Peter makes a sound like he's choking on hair, a half-gasp that has Tony gripping the younger man's hips harder. It's a viscous cycle, an avalanche of a snowball growing bigger and less controllable with every second it's left to its own gravitational devices. The bruising grip makes Peter whimper and the oxygen from the car leaves all at once, inhibitions sucked out the window of a car moving too fast.

Tony gives Peter a yank, bucks his hips up to meet the slide and revels in the sounds, dick sliding between Peter's fabric-clad cheeks. "Hush," Tony breathes into the back of Peter's neck, just soft enough for his voice to be drowned out by the music. "Keep quiet, honey."

Peter makes a breathy, confused sound. Tony likes it, wants to do more things that make Peter feel so good that he's confused, wants to slip his cock between those wet, pink lips and listen while Peter makes inquisitive sounds. Wants to shove into his throat and watch the expression in his eyes instead. Fuck.

Tony reaches one arm around Peter's belly to hold him still while he slides another hand down the back of those shorts, wiggles it into Peter's underwear and immediately starts rubbing his fingers over Peter's crack. He lets his fingertip linger on the itty bitty hole, pinched tight and impenetrable. Tony wonders if Peter's a virgin, or if he's just nervous.

Tony pulls his fingers free to reach down into the floorboard and dig around in his duffle for lube. "Whatcha doin' back there?" Steve asks, making Peter squeaks.

"Just getting a mint." Tony says, voice rough with arousal.

"Oh, can I have one?"

"No." Tony can practically hear Steve rolling his eyes, but he can't find it in him to give a fuck because he found the small travel bottle of lube. He opens the bottle behind Peter's back, carefully keeping it out of the rear view, and squeezes a thick dollop onto his fingertips before sliding it into the seat between Tony's hip and a suitcase.

When he slides his fingers into the back of Peter's shorts this time, he curls his fingers as not to wipe any lube off, and immediately starts rubbing circles against Peter's hole. Peter whines, shifts indecisively again. "If you can't be quiet I'm gonna have to stop." Tony whispers against the back of Peter's neck where he's licking and kissing over the pale skin.

Peter can't keep his breathing under control, but he stops whining. Knowing that Peter wants this, wants it bad enough to take it in the car with their teammates, it makes the pit in Tony's belly burn hotter than ever. He can't afford to waste time, not now, so he stuffs two fingers into Peter's hole, twists them and curls them in a hurry.

He haphazardly pushes in a third for probably three seconds before pulling his hand out and getting some more lube to slick up his cock. He wipes the rest on Peter's shorts before maneuvering the younger man just enough to get his shorts and underwear below his ass.

Tony adjusts his dick and pulls Peter back, sliding in with a fair amount of resistance from the rim. It takes a while, Tony knows if he slammed his way inside Peter would scream and give them up, so he's careful, slow as not to hurt his boy.

Once he's inside, he takes a moment to gather himself a bit, checks his surroundings. Peter apparently crushed a metal suitcase in his bare fucking hand, Tony thinks they can blame that on Peter being a bit heavy handed and not knowing his own strength while unloading the car. Peter clenches around him, silent permission to move and Tony fucking takes it.

He uses a combination of thrusting up and pulling Peter back against him. The position is incredibly awkward, Tony has barely any leverage to fuck his hips up and it's not like Peter can bounce up and down.

Peter is tight, virgin tight, though that might be his muscle regeneration. God, Tony wants to play with that power so bad. He picks up the painfully slow pace just by a hair, just fast enough to get himself off, uses the arm he's got wrapped around Peter's abdomen to rub against the younger man's hard prick through his shorts.

Peter lets out a soft grunt before his insides spasm violently around Tony's girth, cock twitching against Tony's forearm. He made the kid cream his shorts. Tony comes just a moment later, spilling hot seed into Peter's belly.

He tucks himself away once he goes soft and slips out of that perfect hole, tugs Peter's shorts up and soothingly rubs Peter’s back with the palm of his hand.

Tony thinks hell might be nice digs, after all.

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spidercakes · 3 years

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Superior Iron Man | Teenager

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#that’s amazing 😍😍😍

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spidercakes · 3 years

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A/B/O somnophilia AU in which alpha!Tony absolutely rails omega!Peter.

Warnings: age difference (Peter is in his early 20′s and Tony is in his late 30′3/ early 40′s- imagine whatever you like lol), dub con (somnophilia), rough sex, A/B/O, Very Strong Dom/sub vibes, fem!Peter.

Tony wakes up with Peter curled up in front of him, his back against Tony’s chest. In his sleep he’d leaned in, face buried in the crook of Peter’s neck where it connects with his shoulder and he kisses it lightly as he stretches out some, careful not to disturb Peter. The dorm room bed is awful, but its exam week and Peter is sort of tethered to campus at the moment, and Tony’s not an ass, its not like he’ll die in this bed. He’ll just feel like he wants to in the morning.

Peter makes a soft noise in his sleep, wiggling his ass directly into Tony’s dick. He chokes on his gasp, hand grabbing Peter’s hip as he presses his forehead to Peter’s bare shoulder, exposed by his shirt slipping down. It wouldn’t be so bad, he thinks, if not for the fact that Peter had admitted, rather shyly, that he’s always been curious about sleep sex and Tony never would have guessed that Peter would share that particular kink. To be fair Peter seemed surprised that he was so into it, but somnophilia happens to be at the top of the list of things he’s into.

Its more of a bad habit he’s developed, sliding his hand up Peter’s thigh and under the too big sleep shirt he’s wearing, but this is the first time he’s found what he was looking for. He moans softly into Peter’s shoulder, considering the possibility that this is some kind of fluke, but they’ve discussed it before. Several times. But then its Peter’s normal habit to sleep without underwear anyway, the fact that he’s slept with them on is weird and- he’s overthinking it. Peter isn’t stupid, and he might be stressed but he’s never really been forgetful- he highly doubts Peter just forgot the time he’d mentioned the easiest consent mechanism for somnophilia. Underwear, no. No underwear, yes.

“Fuck,” he whispers, kissing Peter’s shoulder, continuing his path until his teeth are grazing his neck. Peter makes another small, soft noise in his sleep and Tony can feel his cock twitch, getting hard fast now that he knows what Peter is offering. “Bet you’re already wet for me,” Tony murmurs, reaching down and feeling himself through his flannel pajama pants for a moment before he reaches out and slides Peter’s shirt up over his hips. His ass is gorgeous, and when Tony shifts Peter’s leg to the side to give him better access to his hole Peter cooperates, moving a little and resettling himself with one leg hitched up, hips and ass still pointed in Tony’s direction.

So fucking perfect, just like always. He slides his hand over Peter’s ass, gripping one cheek and spreading him open, cock twitching again when he finds exactly what he thought it would. He lets go of Peter’s ass, leaning in and scenting him as he grabs his hip, rutting his mostly hard cock along his ass and moaning when he smells how fucking hot Peter must be for it. Arousal is practically falling off him in waves, even asleep, and Tony can’t hold back anymore. He doesn’t bother taking his pants off, he just pulls the waistband under his cock and balls before leaning back in and rubbing himself against Peter without anything in the way.

Peter, ever so cooperative, tilts his hips back into Tony’s. He laughs softly, “that’s right baby, give me that pretty little hole,” he murmurs, feeling at Peter’s wet hole for a moment before he pulls back to jerk himself off. Peter looks fucking delicious laid out in front of him, horny and wet for Tony and he isn’t even awake. The small, desperate noise he lets out as rubs his cock between Peter’s cheeks, catching the rim of his wet hole really can’t be helped. He feels so fucking good against Tony’s cock, slick already starting to get messy as Tony uses his cock to play with Peter’s hole.

It sucks his head in greedily, gripping him tightly and Tony lets out a choked moan as he pulls himself back out, rubbing his cock against Peter’s hole for a moment before sliding back in. His moan is louder this time, nose buried in Peter’s neck as he scents him, sliding himself in deeper as he begins to move slowly at first, but his patience doesn’t last very long. He’s wanted Peter to let him do this since the moment they met, and he brought it up over a month ago. Its been fucking torture knowing Peter wants this as much as he does, and he can’t help the way he buries himself inside Peter.

The sound of Peter’s slick makes him harder as he moves, grabbing Peter’s hip as he settles himself between his legs, pinning him down as he fucks into him enthusiastically. It doesn’t take long for Peter to wake up moaning, hand flying back and settling over Tony’s on his hip as he grinds his ass back onto his cock. “That’s it baby, show me how much you like my cock,” Tony tells him roughly, teeth harshly biting at Peter’s neck.

“Fuck,” Peter all but yells, back arching as he grinds himself back onto Tony again, wiggling his ass as he pants loudly. “Oh my god Tony please,” he says desperately, gasping as Tony pulls his hand out from under Peter’s, grabbing his wrist and pinning it above his head.

“Fucking take it,” Tony basically growls, “you make my cock feel so fucking good,” he adds, biting at Peter’s shoulder roughly.

The sharp yelp Peter lets out as his hips involuntarily tip up to take Tony in further encourages him, grip on Peter’s wrist tight as he takes what he wants. Peter is so good, so fucking good as Tony fucks him hard and rough, bed shaking enough that Tony might wonder about its structural integrity if he were in the right state of mind.

“Please, Tony,” Peter begs, voice high and desperate with arousal, moaning loudly when Tony lets go of his wrist and wraps his hand around the back of Peter’s neck instead, pushing him hard into the mattress as he fucks into Peter deep. Tony watches his cock move in and out of Peter’s hole, slick dripping down his thighs he’s so wet and he knows he has to knot him.

He smacks Peter’s ass hard with his free hand, moaning as potent scent of horny omega drives him closer to the edge. “Gunna knot that pretty little ass of yours, make sure you know who owns it,” he tells Peter, fucking into him fast.

“Yes,” Peter breathes out softly, “need it Tony, please,” he adds between all these hot little noises he keeps making.

“Mmm not gunna last much longer, sluttly little hole is so god damn tight on me baby, make me want you so fucking bad,” Tony tells him, leaning in and biting at Peter’s shoulder before resting his head against it as he pumps himself in and out of Peter’s hole, mouth dropped open in pleasure because this might be the best Peter has ever felt.

The way Peter feels when he wiggles underneath him is divine, “oh my god I’m cumming, I’m cumming Tony ah-” Peter’s voice is muffled due to being pressed into his pillow and Tony can fucking hold back knowing Peter came on nothing but his cock.

“Fuck yes, baby, s’what you’re fucking made for,” Tony tells him, knot swelling in Peter’s ass, helped along by Peter grinding back onto it panting like he can’t get enough even after cumming. It takes a few minutes of him rocking gently into Peter for him to calm down enough to let Peter up, scenting at his neck immediately and making a pleased noise when Peter immediately tilts his head to the side for him.

“Mm, thanks,” Peter murmurs, moaning softly as Tony’s teeth graze his neck.

Tony laughs, nipping at Peter’s neck again just because it feels so damn good when Peter’s muscles clench down on his knot, “my pleasure.” Like it’s a hardship to fuck Peter on the best of days let alone when he’s been handed his favorite kink on a platter. As a reward he sucks lightly at the sensitive skin on Peter’s neck, biting at the spot before sucking at it again, intent on leaving a mark.

The soft noises Peter makes as Tony continues to stuck marks into his skin encourage him, making him moan as he rocks into Peter. The knock on the door, however, does not.

He sits with his head in his hand, embarrassed. “I can’t believe i had the campus cops called on me,” Tony says.

Rhodey doesn’t even look up from his newspaper, flipping the page casually even though Tony damn well knows he’s not reading it. He’s just a dramatic bitch. “That’s what you get for cradle robbing,” he says, shrugging.

He sputters, betrayed by Rhodey so he turns to Nat, who grins. “I don’t feel bad for you either but only because its funny,” she says.

“Someone thought I assaulted Peter, that is so not funny,” he tells her. In their defense, when he’d played that back over without knowledge of what was going on he guesses that whole thing did sound pretty suspect but still.

He looks to Pepper, his last resort and he knows he’s going to get dropped on his ass but he’s still got hope. “Don’t even,” Rhodey tells him, still not looking up from the paper he isn’t reading. “She has common sense so she’s on my side.”

Tony turns back to Pepper, who pauses long enough for Rhodey to look up at her, giving her a suspicious look. “To be fair, Tony and I had that happen once when we were together and it was awful I’m so sorry you managed to do that twice,” Pepper tells him.

Vindicated he stands up, “ha!” he says to Rhodey, who is staring between him and Pepper like he’s just been told that they’re aliens, and they know because bees.

“Wait, what the fuck am I missing you two had what happen to you?” he asks.

“To be fair,” Tony says, “i completely forgot about the time I got the campus cops called on me with Pepper.”

#starker #tony stark x peter parker #starker fanfiction #abo starker #somnophilia starker #somnophilia tw #consensual somnophilia

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spidercakes · 3 years

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A/B/O student teacher AU except Peter is the (former beauty pageant winner) omega teacher and alpha Tony (Very Cocky Teenager Who Will Be Known) is the student 🧐🧐

#starker #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #abo starker

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spidercakes · 3 years

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Mob ABO AU in which omega!Peter gets a summer job at a ‘family’ restaurant to save money for college and catches alpha!Tony’s attention.

“Baby,” Peter hears and he smiles, familiar with the routine. He looks over his shoulder and finds Tony looking back at him, “come here,” he says casually.

“In a minute,” Peter says just like always as he picks up his tray of drinks to walk them out to the people who ordered them. Tony used to think it was some habit he’d developed to tease him, but Peter eventually divulged that he just doesn’t think it’s fair to make his coworkers pick up his slack because he’s the boss’s favorite. Not, he supposes, that he’s unwilling to milk it sometimes but mostly only to fend off creeps by pointing out that Tony isn’t exactly the kind of guy you want to piss off. His coworkers, on the other hand, don’t need to suffer because Tony has decided that Peter is his favorite.

It never takes him long to deposit the drinks anyway, and whether Tony knows it or not he rather likes being told ‘no’ every once and awhile at least when Peter says it. By the time he makes his way back to Tony he can feel Tony’s eyes following him around impatiently and Peter shakes his head as he slips into Tony’s lap, curling into his side as he wraps an arm around Peter. “You know its normal to slack of sometimes, right?” he asks, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

Peter shakes his head, “give you an inch and you’d try and take as many miles as you can get,” he says. “I figure it’s best not to spoil you.”

Tony snorts, laughing mostly because he damn well knows Peter doesn’t have any interest in holding out on him, he really just does have a weird compulsion not to make his coworker’s lives harder. “Sure, baby, if that’s what you think,” he says, leaning in and scenting him softly. He tilts his head to the side, happy to give Tony better access.

Tony is waiting outside for him as always and Peter feels a flutter of anticipation as he walks out of the door of the restaurant, but he breezes past Tony and to the passenger side of the car, slipping inside easily. Tony gives him an amused look through the windshield and Peter grins because he likes to tease Tony plenty, just off work hours. “Baby,” Tony says as he opens the door and sits in the car. He shuts the door and leans forward, fingers under Peter’s chin as he draws Peter’s face in, “I really wish you wouldn’t tease me.”

He grins as he leans fully into Tony, kissing him hard as he wraps an arm around Tony’s neck. Tony’s response is immediate, one arm slipping around his waist and his other hand wrapping around one of Peter’s thighs as he drags Peter into his lap. He goes willingly, situating himself comfortably as he settles on Tony’s lap, wrapping his other arm around his neck and leaning his body into Tony’s chest. Tony’s hand slipping up his thigh and under his dress makes him gasp softly into his mouth, swearing under his breath as Tony breaks the kiss and scents him instead.

The way Tony’s teeth feel against the sensitive skin of his neck makes him moan, fingers curling tightly into his hair. “Mmm, no. I like it when you’re like this,” Peter tells him. Because he’s a little selfish sometimes, and he can’t help liking that Tony treats him like the only omega in the world even if he doesn’t hold out on him all night.

#starker #tony stark x peter parker #starker fanfiction #peter parker x tony stark #ironspider #starker mob au #abo starker

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