#and yes si employees includes peter

[peteypiessuperfamily]

Big big fan of SI employees being intimidated by Tony at first because wtf iron man is my boss but then a couple months into the job they see Tony in the same room as Steve and realize he's just a science nerd with a big dorky crush on Captain America there's nothing to fear he's just like us fr

[comfortmarvelimagines]

when you can’t find the quiet part 6

im baaaaackkkkkk !!!! so so so sorry that this took so long. i can’t put into words the sheer amount of shit that’s happened to me in the past few months. hope this at least partially makes up for it (i know it can’t fully, and im sorry)]

tw for near meltdown, self injurious stimming and use of the r slur

Can you please do an autistic!reader where the decathlon team has an excursion to the tower and the avengers say hi to the reader and peter and co.? then flash gets jealous and does something mean,,, some angst resolved with fluff (preferably by mama nat), if not that’s okay

Most kids loved field trips. Even the boring ones. 

Regardless of where it was, a field trip was a break to the mundanity of school. There was increased opportunity for socialising, decreased work demands (no notes to be taken!), and most likely improved lunch options to what the cafeteria typically had to offer. Add on to that the fact that Stark Industries was arguably The Coolest Place on the Planet to the nerds of Midtown and you have a perfect storm of excitement. It seemed that the field trip was all everyone was talking about. Even Peter wouldn’t shut up about how cool it was, despite the fact that he practically lived at the tower. 

You came to the conclusion that you were the only kid in the decathlon team that absolutely did not want to go. 

Field trips were a change in routine. You didn’t know the exact schedule of when things were happening, or what exactly was going to happen. For all your google street-viewing, there was only so much you could find out about what the place would look like, what was inside, whereabouts your group would be visiting. You didn’t know what the buses there would be like, who you’d sit with, what teachers would be on your bus, how many kids would be in each tour group, what time you’d stop to eat lunch, whether the buses would leave on time when it was over. There were so many unpredictabilities, and no one ever seemed to be able to answer your questions. 

Logically, you figured that Stark Industries should be alright, as far as field trips go. You’ve been there before, you know Tony and Nat and Bucky; in theory, you should be okay. You’re okay when you go there after school, and on weekends with Peter. But going there at a different time, to a different part of the building and with more people (including Flash) made you just as anxious as you would be for any other excursion. Which is why you tried everything to get out of it. Started acting ‘sick’ days beforehand, isolating yourself, not talking to anyone, hoping that your absence would be considered a normality by the time the day of the trip rolled around. Only it didn’t work, and you opened the door to an overly bubbly trio of friends bright and early on Wednesday morning. 

“Hey Y/n, you excited for the trip?” Ned, unsurprisingly, was bouncing with excitement, topped off with a garishly conspicuous Stark Industries cap. Every inch the tourist. 

Every inch the opposite of how you were feeling. 

You stood in the doorway at a complete loss. You’d fully intended to stay cooped up in your room all day in your pyjamas, watching random shit on Youtube. The message to the group chat saying that you ‘weren’t feeling well’ was already half composed and ready to send. You’d played the part perfectly, casually mentioning symptoms of illness for days in preparation. But, somehow, you’d made friends with some of the most observant and persistent people you’d ever met. Which for the most part was great, but now it had you wishing the ground would open and swallow you whole. 

You didn’t resist much as MJ marched her way over the threshold and started pulling an outfit out of your wardrobe, ushering you into the bathroom to get changed. It wouldn’t have worked. All three of them seemed to know what you were planning on doing and were prepared. By the time you’d thrown on the clothes and haphazardly cleaned yourself up, Peter and Ned had sorted out your backpack with all of the things you used to help deal with the input of bustling New York; noise cancelling headphones, a fidget cube, a bumpy tangle, a squishy dinosaur toy. Seeing as no one would be carrying books or laptops on the excursion, you knew they’d all have smaller bags, but you had your normal sized one. The size and weight and familiarity was comforting. You hoisted it over your shoulders and trudged out the door, dread settled in the depths of your stomach, right hand tapping the side of your thigh. 

***

By the time you arrived at Midtown High and saw the charter bus pulling up outside, the tapping had increased to borderline punching. Ned went to grab your wrist to pull it away, but you turned. The ache in your thigh was the only thing keeping you from running, and you couldn’t explain why. Words weren’t working by that point. The bus ride didn’t improve much; even with headphones on, you could still feel the vibration of the engine running through your toes, resonating upwards, and even the highest noise cancelling setting wasn’t enough to drown out your excited teammates and their impatient chatter. Peter had made sure that the four of you got the bench seat at the back of the bus so that you could all sit together, but you were still mad that they’d made you go. Didn’t they get it? 

Things didn’t improve upon arrival. The staff member with you on the trip was a substitute, as Mr Harrington had other school commitments on the day, and you’d never met her before. A fact that became an issue when she made you take your headphones off when the tour guide turned up, and confiscated them when you were reluctant (despite your friends’ protestations and frantic attempts and explanation). The tour guide herself was nice enough- you’d seen her in the lobby a few times on your way in and out of the tower- but it wasn’t enough to balance out the chaos of the crowded public space. You made it no further than the elevator before pressing your hands over your ears. Hoodie over your head. Eyes half closed. It felt almost cruel that the sensory room, your safe space, was in the same building yet inaccessible. 

Unbeknownst to you, Nat was well aware of the fact that you and Peter were visiting. She’d waited for FRIDAY to announce your presence before heading to the floor she knew the tour would start on, planning to ‘casually’ greet you. She knew about the bullying. She knew about the harassment that Flash gave Peter over the legitimacy of the internship, the deplorable things he’d said to you. And she fully intended to scare the crap out of Flash in the hopes of getting him to leave her kids alone, god damn it. He was the first person she spotted from down the corridor. She knew he was a dick, but nothing could have prepared her for the sight of Flash live streaming. Phone outstretched, voice raised. 

God, the ego of this kid. 

Your group started moving forwards as she headed towards you. She didn’t say much. 

“Hey Pete, hey Y/n”

The look on Flash’s face was priceless. 

“Y-you know the retard and friends?”

Nat stared, waiting. 

“You mean Penis has a real internship?”

It felt like your guts were fighting to explode out of your body. You pressed your nails into the palms of your hands, in the crease beneath your knuckles. The bluntness of the nails did little to help. 

“That’s enough.” 

You willed your body to stay still, not stim not scream not run.

“Does this school’s policy tolerate that kind of language?”

“Uhh-”

“Yes or no?”

“I’m only a substitute, I’m not familiar with-”

You pressed the heels of your hands to your ears, fingers still curled. It wasn’t enough to make it quiet.

“Fine. Eugene?”

Don’t want to listen don’t want to listen. Don’t scream don’t stim stay still.

“Expect there to be consequences. I know about the bullying.” 

You turned and walked back down the hallway, retracing the way you came in. Your heels dug into the floor and you walked stiffly, awkwardly, elbows locked straight at your sides in attempt to keep yourself from reverting to punching your thighs. 

Nat followed. 

As she made her way past the group, she discreetly directed the tour guide to carry on. If you did reach the point of a meltdown, which she was hoping you wouldn’t for your sake, she didn’t want an audience. 

You were headed towards an R&D lab, full of SI employees, which wasn’t a particularly good option either. She noticed your hands bouncing, slapping your thighs, walking still stiff and jilted, the effort going suppressing everything evident down to the way you breathed. You heard footsteps behind you but didn’t realise they were Nat’s until she called out. 

“Y/n”

You skipped a step, but didn’t stop. You just wanted to be alone away from everyone away from the humiliation and the teasing and the bad words and the stupid jokes you just didn’t get but everyone else did. 

“Y/n, hun, just stop for me for a second.”

You did as you were told. Your body felt like it was on fire from the tension of being still. You didn’t want Nat thinking you were weird for biting your hand, so you gnawed on your lip instead, hands slightly flapping at your sides in little spinny motions. 

“Okay, good job. Do you think we can take a minute to do some breathing?”

You shook your head no. No. You wanted, needed to scream and stim and run not breathe.

“Okay, I should’ve phrased that better,” Nat looked around, seemingly lost, at the ceiling. It was barely a second’s slip of her calm composure. She lowered herself to the floor and sat cross legged.

“Can you sit down with me?”

You let your legs give out, half crashing into the carpet. 

“Can you give your hands a shake?” she shook her hands out in front, demonstrating. 

You copied. The shake felt good, so you started properly flapping. You weren’t sure when, but at some point all self consciousness fell away and you were rocking back and forth, legs out, tension melting. 

Eventually, most of the bad energy felt like it’d left your body, Your flaps turned to light taps on your knees and your rocking was much more relaxed. Now that your breathing had evened out, you were aware of how close you were to hyperventilating before. A wave of gratitude towards Nat washed over you. 

“Is it okay if I touch you?” Nat asked cautiously, hand already up halfway to rub your shoulder. You shook your head. It was hard to articulate, but touch right now would probably end in you hitting Nat involuntarily. Even your clothes weren’t feeling too great, like you were hyper aware of every contact point with your skin. You were glad she asked, even though your reaction most likely wouldn’t have hurt her no matter how violent on your part. The constant assumptions and invasions of your space on a daily basis, from everyone from kids at school to medical professionals, got to a point of making you feel almost less than human. That you weren’t worth the respect, triply so if you weren’t verbal. The entire field trip experience, although not all that enjoyable, had shown you a side of Nat you hadn’t seen before. A fiercely protective, quick-witted, almost motherly side. A side that let you know you had a safe landing. A side that gave you the courage to get up off the hallway floor and face the world again.

[jeranasblog]

Take-your-kids-to-work-day

Summary: Tony takes Peter with him to work.

Rating: E

Notes: This story is my 13th @starkercestevent​ contribution and it might be better to read the other parts first. Kink for the 13th story: Sex Toys. Click here for the Bingo Masterlist.

Warnings: Adoptive Father/Adoptive Son, don’t like it, don’t read it; feminization; Check the tags on Ao3 before reading 

Read on Ao3

The longer Peter was in a relationship with Tony, the more confident he became. In the beginning, he had been shy, afraid his Daddy would judge him, and he had held himself back. He remembered how scared he had been about his first birthday present for his Daddy or the first time he asked for something in the bedroom, but with each passing day, the Omega felt more secure. Now it wasn’t only Tony anymore who suggested to try something out.

 One day after his Daddy had spanked him thoroughly, Peter had loved it, of course, the Omega decided to wear a skirt again. The fabric was soft and light, grazing his sore bottom only slightly and every move of the fabric send a shiver of arousal down his spine. Since he wore only a tiny thong that didn’t touch his cheeks, he could feel every breeze. His Daddy’s eyes were following him the entire morning, sparkling when Peter hissed after sitting down and the appetent gaze made the Omega squirm.

 Surprisingly, Tony resisted an hour before his patience snapped and the Alpha pulled out a newly purchased plug and stuffed his Omega to the brim. Now Peter wasn’t only squirming due to the fabric and his Daddy’s piercing eyes, but also the pressure against his sweet spot. Delicious torture. Peter knew his Daddy was in the mood to play, lingering gazes and casual touches, but the moment Tony wanted to get serious, the moment he wanted to bend the Omega over the kitchen table, his work phone started to ring.

 “Pepper,” Tony greeted harshly. “What happened.” Peter couldn’t hear her reply. “Is there no other way?... No… Yes… But… All right, give me an hour.” The Alpha hung up with a sigh. “Baby, I’m very sorry. We have to leave. My most important business partner showed up at SI this morning and he wants to meet me personally.”

 Peter whimpered, his legs pressed together and the plug still filling his hole. He didn’t want to leave, he wanted to be fucked and claimed, but when his Daddy gave in to Pepper’s pleads, it was probably really important. “Okay,” the Omega answered, his voice high-pitched and needy.

 Tony’s gaze became even darker. “Oh, sweetheart. I’m so sorry. Let’s make a deal. We’ll go, but you keep on everything you wear, okay?”

 Oh fuck. Everything he wore didn’t only include the plug his Daddy had shoved into him, it also meant keeping on the skirt. Omegas wearing skirts in public wasn’t uncommon, but Peter had never worn one outside the house. He took his time thinking about it before he nodded hesitantly. Tony rewarded him with a smile.

 “Oh, baby. That’s so brave. I’ll pack some pants if you change your mind, all right?”

 Peter sighed in relief and his worried expression turned sweet again. He wanted this, wanted to wear a skirt for his Daddy, but he also wanted to have the opportunity to back out. Suddenly, anticipation was filing him, and he couldn’t wait to arrive at SI.

  The lobby was crowded when they entered the company’s building, but everyone made way for Tony, the owner of Stark Industries. A few people greeted the Alpha casually and gave Peter a smile. Peter knew his Daddy was the boss, but seeing how important his Alpha was, how powerful, made him squirm in delight. No one here would dare to say anything against their relationship, no one would dare to challenge Tony Stark.

 Tony wrapped an arm around Peter’s middle, a little too low to be considered appropriate. The Omega blushed. The gesture was a sign of Tony’s possessiveness, of his claim on Peter and he loved it, loved to feel owned. Everyone in the lobby could see them and Peter knew they were watching, although they tried to conceal it as best as possible. He fought to hide his arousal, afraid everyone would know he was plugged up and ripe for his Alpha.

 “They are all looking at you, baby,” Tony whispered into his ear, his grip became tighter. “They all wanna be me, they all wanna fuck you and claim you. But they can’t because you are mine.” Peter whimpered. His Daddy was lying, and he knew it. They didn’t watch him because they wanted him, they were watching him because they judged their relationship, but Peter didn’t care. Nothing mattered as long as he was with his Daddy.

 Tony made his way to the elevator, Peter still tugged firmly against his side. Every step made him squirm and could feel his Daddy’s hand rubbing the fabric of his skirt against his sore ass. It burned and tingled, and Peter was afraid the sensation would make him drip with slick. Nothing but his thong would stop his arousal and he could almost see it running down his thighs.

 Just when Peter thought they would enter the elevator alone, just when he planned to beg his Daddy to fuck him already, Pepper pressed herself through the closing doors, a clipboard in her hand. “Tony, we need you in conference room five in two minutes,” she sounded tired and stressed out, her expression deadly serious. Peter winced. He knew there was no way for Tony to skip the meeting.

 “What’s with Peter? I can’t leave him alone.” Tony didn’t even try to protest.

 “If you want you can come with me.” Pepper addressed the Omega directly and Peter gave her an honest smile. Usually, people talked about him with Tony because he was his Alpha and Peter was grateful, Pepper left him the choice.

 “Of course, I’m coming with you.” His Daddy seemed relieved Pepper would take care of him and Tony pressed him against the elevator wall before he placed a chaste kiss on Peter’s lips. Simultaneously, his Daddy’s hands wandered below his skirt, kneading his ass and reminding him of the plug he was still wearing. Peter blushed.

 “I’ll come back as fast as possible,” Tony whispered in his ear while his fingers were digging in Peter’s sore flesh. “Then I’ll take you to my office and fuck you as a sweet little Omega deserves.” Peter whimpered and hid his flushed face against his Daddy’s neck. The arousal was already hardly bearable and listening to his Daddy’s filthy words made it only worse. He didn’t want to pull back, he wanted to go to the meeting with his Daddy and ride him in front of the customer and fell the thick flesh spreading him wide and-

 In the end, it was Pepper who interrupted them by clearing her throat. “Tony, the elevator stopped. You have to get off now.” With a last kiss, his Daddy left Peter flushed and embarrassed in the elevator with Pepper. The Omega couldn’t look her in the eyes, and he fumbled with the hem of his skirt instead.

 “I’m sorry, Pepper- Mrs. Potts,” to his own horror, Peter found himself stuttering. “Dadd- Tony’s just- sometimes he’s…”

 Pepper only laughed in response. “Don’t feel bad, Peter. I know how Tony can be. And I’ve told you a million times you can call me Pepper.” Peter blushed shyly. He really liked her.

 “You’re fine keeping me company during my break in my office? I’ve ordered coffee since I’ve been running around for hours until Tony and the customer were finally where I want them to be.” She rolled her eyes playfully when she mentioned Tony’s name and Peter giggled. He knew how difficult it could be to make his Daddy do things he didn’t want to do.

 “Coffee sounds good.” Who would say no to coffee?

  When Tony picked him up an hour later from Pepper’s office, Peter was absorbed in a conversation with the woman. She was amazing, a really good friend for Tony and the Omega admired her strength. Keeping this company running wasn’t easy and Pepper put all her energy into Stark Industries.

 Aside from being a great CEO, Pepper was a perfect conversation partner too. She was honest and told Peter what she had thought about Tony’s and his relationship at first. Tony hadn’t been in a serious relationship until he started dating Peter and Pepper had been afraid, he would use his own son as a fling. Only when Tony had told her he wanted to bond Peter, Pepper had started to accept the relationship and defend them in front of the media.

 Peter understood her concern, understood where the doubts were coming from, but he still explained how much the media could hurt sometimes. He told her how exhausting it was to always justify his love and he even told her that Tony was suffering from the judgment. Pepper apologized and after that, they really had fun together.

 That was why Tony found them laughing and drinking coffee when he entered the office. “You’re having fun?” The Alpha’s voice was friendly, but Peter could see a dark glitter in his eyes. Although his Daddy knew Pepper was only a friend and that she was bonded to someone else, seeing his Omega being so comfortable in another Alpha’s presence made his instincts go haywire.

 “Daddy,” Peter jumped up and flung his arms around his Daddy’s neck. He had missed the Alpha even though he had only left for an hour, but his abrupt movements had been a mistake. While he had been sitting at Pepper’s office, Peter had already forgotten that he was wearing a plug. Now, however, he felt a surge of arousal coursing through his veins and he fell in his Daddy’s arms with a moan.

 “Oh, baby,” Tony cooed, aware of Peter’s condition. “Let’s take you to my office, okay?”

 “Uh-huh.” Peter whimpered and clung to his Daddy, afraid his legs would give way. As nice as Pepper was, he wanted to leave, wanted to be alone with his Alpha.

 Tony carried him out of the room after they had said good-bye to Pepper, the Omega’s legs wrapped around his middle. One hand was snuggly pressed against Peter’s ass, keeping him upright, but it made the plug shift as well. The Omega tried to muffle his moans against his Daddy’s leg, hoping no one would see his arousal, but there was no way passing employee would understand the situation wrong. Tony, on the other hand, didn’t seem to care what they looked like and presented him as if he were proud everyone would know he was going to fucking his Omega soon.

When the door of his Daddy’s office finally closed behind them, Peter was almost sobbing. Each step had caused the plug to move and as if that hadn’t been enough, his Daddy had tabbed against the base once in a while, pressing it against Peter’s sweet spot. The Omega was already drenched with slick and probably half of the people working at SI had been able to smell the scent of his arousal lingering in the elevator.

 Tony sat him down on his desk, not even caring about the paperwork and Peter knew he would leave strains of slick on important documents. The thought made him shiver. His Daddy didn’t even care about that anymore, too focused on his Omega’s pleasure. Peter hissed when his sore ass made contact with the hard desk and the burn turned him on even more.

 “Just lay back, baby.” Tony swept a pencil holder and a stabler off the table, such that the Omega could offer himself sprawled out on the desk. Peter’s skirt had slid up, revealing his lacy thong and slick thighs and the Alpha growled softly, his hands wandering up Peter’s legs. “You’re wrapped up like a present for me, sweetheart. Everyone knows I will fuck you in my office, everyone could see you’re dressed to tease me. Come on, baby. Spread your legs for Daddy. Show me you’re worth the money I spend on you every day.”

 Peter moaned loudly, his voice echoing from the walls and he was horrified when he realized that he wanted other people to hear. “Daddy, please,” he didn’t even know what he was begging for. “I swear, I’ll make it up to you, Daddy. I’m worth it. I promise. I can be so good for you, the best.”

 The Alpha chuckled slightly, a mocking noise that went straight to his cock. Peter was squirming on the table, droplets of slick dripping from his thighs and he arched his back enticingly, trying to coax his Daddy into fucking him now. Tony, however, only smiled at his attempts.

 “Oh, baby, you’re acting like a little whore again. Didn’t I raise you better? Use your head, baby. Do you think Daddy will fuck you immediately when you drop your pants?”

 The words were too much, and Peter started sobbing, twisting on the table as if the Alpha were already assaulting his sweet spot.  He had missed this, missed being at his Daddy’s mercy, missed being belittled and humiliated. God, he was such a desperate mess.

 “Daddy, I…” Peter tried to speak, he really did, but it was so hard to find the words. His brain was mush, only focused on the pleasure that was burning inside of him.

 “Look at you, my little slut,” Tony was mocking him even further. “Are you already dumb again? God, baby. Just the thought of other people hearing that you are mine makes you a mess. Look how stupid you are for me. Come on, spread your legs wider. Show me what belongs to Daddy.”

 Peter obeyed and parted his thighs until they were straining, until his Daddy could see the base of his plug peaking through his thong. He couldn’t stand this much longer, needy and desperate for his Daddy’s fingers, for his Daddy’s cock. “Please touch me,” the Omega begged. “Daddy, please. I need it. I need you. Please.”

 Thankfully, the Alpha was on the verge of breaking himself, sliding Peter’s skirt up even further, and pulling down Peter’s thong until he could take it off. The Omega’s cock jumped free, smacking against his stomach and Peter could see how his own precome was dripping from his leaking cock.

 “Such a cute little cock, baby,” Tony cooed and pressed little kisses against his aching erection. “See how it’s leaking for me, baby? Almost as much as your greedy cunt.”

 The Omega couldn’t stop the loud cry when his Daddy swallowed him for the first time, his cock disappearing in the Alpha’s mouth completely without even nudging the back of Tony’s throat. Peter hadn’t known that it could feel so good, so wet and warm, his Daddy’s tongue swirling around his length and collecting every drop of precome. The moans Peter let out were obscene and he wouldn’t wonder if half Stark Industries could hear his cries for his Alpha.

 “Daddy, oh god. So good, I- Please.” Peter started to babble, every coherent thought sucked out of his cock and when his Daddy started humming, the Omega almost came on the table. It was torture, so good, but not enough, his hole arching for his Daddy’s touch. “Daddy, can you- I need-,” he tried to form words, tried to voice his desire, but shame and arousal made it hard for him to speak. Tony leaned back and grinned, Peter’s cock slipping free with a plop.

 “What do you need, baby?” The Alpha grinned while his hand played lazily with the end of the plug. Peter could feel it shifting inside of him, rubbing and pressing against his walls until his Daddy pulled to ease it out of him.

 Peter whined, his hole clenching as if it wanted to remain filled, the following emptiness almost impossible to bear. “Daddy, my hole, it hurts.” Peter was squirming and didn’t even notice anymore that he threw some documents on the floor, desperate to feel something, anything.

 “Where do you want me, my little slut,” Tony’s voice was firm, the playful undertone turned to hunger. “Tell me where you want my tongue. It’s not your hole, isn’t it?”

 It was a command, something Peter couldn’t ignore, and he sobbed while his face flushed in embarrassment. They had played this game before, at home, but never at a place where other people could hear him. Shame and arousal fought inside of him, leaving him even more desperate, even more hungry for his Daddy. Peter burned, but he didn’t want to disobey. He wanted nothing more than to be perfect. “I-I want you in m-my c-cunt, Daddy. Please. I-It’s dripping for you.”

 The Alpha growled; a feral sound that showed how far gone he was as well. Finally, the Omega could feel his Daddy again, his tongue between his legs, wandering higher until it was nudging against his dripping hole.

 “Such a good girl,” Tony whispered between his legs and Peter’s eyes rolled back. The only thing stopping him from bucking up his hips was his Daddy’s tight grip on his hips which forced him to stay on the table. “You’re so wet, baby, so ready for me. Daddy’s going to take good care of your sweet little cunt.”

 When Tony’s tongue touched his hole, Peter couldn’t even scream anymore. The pressure was amazing, firm and slick, poking his rim until it gave way, until it let his Daddy in. He didn’t notice that he was babbling, didn’t notice that he was begging for more. His brain was turned off again, leaving him exposed to the overwhelming sensations.

 His Daddy's tongue thrust in and out of him, slick mixing with salvia, and Peter could feel himself dripping even more. Tony blowing him had been amazing, a sign how much his Daddy trusted him, even though society scoffed about Alphas sucking off Omegas, but Peter still had to confess that feeling his Daddy’s tongue in his hole was even better. Every lick felt as if Peter was burning and there was nothing better except for his Daddy’s knot.

 “I need your cock, Daddy,” Pete whimpered, his shame buried under arousal and the intoxication of feeling of his Daddy’s tongue between his cheeks. “My cunt, it feels so empty without you. Please.”

 Peter could hear his Daddy chuckled before the Alpha pulled back, his face glistening with Peter’s slick. Hungry eyes were staring at the Omega, a feral expression in Tony’s gaze, and Peter knew his Daddy couldn’t hold back anymore. He spread his legs even more and pulled them up to his chest, making it easy for his Alpha to take.

 “You’re perfect, baby,” adoration was filling Tony’s voice. “Beautiful and filthy, sweet and slutty. Everything only for me.” Peter could only whimper in response, his Daddy’s tip nudging against his cunt without breaching him. “Tell me again, sweetheart. Where do you need me?”

 Peter sobbed and squirmed, trying to impale himself on his Daddy’s length, but Tony held his hips in a tight grip, preventing him from fucking himself on the Alpha’s cock. He didn’t know anymore what his Daddy had asked of him, didn’t know anything but the arching emptiness between his legs.

 “Oh baby, already cockstupid again?” Peter should have been offended, Tony was clearly mocking him, but he couldn’t even think about it. Tears fell from his eyes and the Omega stared at his Daddy, hoping the pitiful picture he made would convince the Alpha to move. Thankfully, Tony had mercy and pressed himself closer to Peter, the Alpha’s tip opening him up slowly.

 Nothing ever felt as good as his Alpha entering him, the thick length satisfying the need of his body to be filled. Peter needed this, needed his Daddy to fuck him and breed him like the strong Alpha Tony was. When his Daddy finally started to move properly, Peter could feel himself losing it, his eyes rolling back and his lips parting slightly. Obscene noises fell from his lips, blurring together with the wet squelch of his slick each time his Daddy’s hips met Peter’s ass.

 Both of them wouldn’t last very long. Peter was too riled up from the plug earlier and Tony was basking in the knowledge that everyone at Stark Industry would know this Omega was his. The rhythm was already erratic, skin smacking against skin and Peter could feel the first waves of his pleasure, the first signs of his climax that was coming closer and closer and-

  Knock, knock. Tony sighed in frustration when someone knocked on the door. Everyone knew what was happening, their sounds made it obvious what was going on, but the person didn’t stop. The Alpha thrust once, twice, but pulled out with a frustrated growl when the persistent knocking didn’t stop.

 “M-Mr. Stark, I’m so s-sorry,“ a flushed Beta, probably around thirty, stood in the doorway, his gaze fixed on the floor. “I-I didn’t want to i-interrupt, but Mrs. Potts send me. T-There’s a prob-problem with the customer and she said it’s important.”

 Tony growled aggressively, making the Beta jump back a few feet to bring space between him and the Alpha. Peter felt disappointed, so hot and overpowering that he made a pitiful sound. Tony purred, trying to calm his Omega and he pressed smothering kisses against Peter’s forehead.

 “I’m so sorry, baby, but I have to leave.” Peter knew he was acting irrational, but the denial made him whine in discomfort. He needed his Alpha so badly, needed to be fucked, but at the same time Peter knew, Pepper would only interrupt in case of emergency.

 “Go,” Peter said, his voice wavering, but he did his best to stay strong while arousal was still coursing through his veins.

 “I’m sorry,” his Daddy apologized again and took out a handkerchief to clean Peter up a little between his thighs. The touch was making Peter squirm again and he wanted to close his eyes, wanted to keep the feeling of his Daddy. “I’ll call Steve and Bucky to pick you up,” Tony promised, and Peter sighed in relief. He didn’t want to go back to Pepper or wait alone in his Daddy’s office.

 Peter cuddled against his Daddy’s chest while Tony was making the call. Thankfully, Steve and Bucky would pick him up in ten minutes and Peter put on his drenched thong again. It had to be enough for the way back home.

 “I love you, baby,” Tony whispered in his ear and pressed a slight kiss against his lips.

 “Love you too, Daddy,” Peter answered and pulled his courage together to make his Daddy suffer too. “When you come back, I want you to fuck me, Daddy. I want to feel you in my cunt.”

 The Alpha growled and gave him a playfully firm gaze. “Go on, baby. I can’t wait.” And with this word, Peter left the office to get to Bucky and Steve.

  During his ride down with the elevator, everyone was staring at him. Peter squirmed uncomfortably. There was no way anyone could have missed what his Daddy and he had done. He was blushing, his face red and his hair tousled, and although Tony had swiped away the majority of his slick, every Alpha could probably still smell the remains of his arousal.

 Peter was in the elevator with three other people, a woman who was occupied with her phone and two Alpha males who were aware of his condition. One was fumbling with his sleeves, his gaze fixed on the floor while the other one was openly staring at Peter. The Omega trembled under the gaze and counted the second until he would finally reach the lobby. The staring Alpha had taken off the suit jacket and carried it over his arm, hiding his crotch efficiently. Immediately, Peter got scared. What if he wanted to touch him?

 When the doors of the elevator opened with a ding, Peter was the first one to get off in relief. He didn’t like to be locked in a small room with other Alphas than his Daddy and the creepy stare of the man hadn’t made it better.

 The lobby was emptier than usual, most of the employees were probably already working. Peter made his way through the room and strode towards the door. Finally, he could breathe fresh air. It helped him keeping the arousal at bay, and when Peter saw the car of Steve and Bucky, he was actually excited to meet them. Maybe he could even persuade them to drink a coffee with him after they had dropped him off?

 However, the moment Peter wanted to cross the road, he could feel something pressed against his back. “I wouldn’t move, if I were you, whore.” A cold voice was whispering in his ear and when Peter turned his head slowly, he could see the Alpha from the elevator standing behind him. He hadn’t carried his suit jacket over his arm because he was warm or because he wanted to conceal an erection, the Alpha was holding a gun underneath.

 Steve and Bucky had spotted him, waving him with a smile, but Peter couldn’t move, frozen by the cold metal nudging against his back. “Do you see the black car there?” The Alpha pointed at a limousine a few feet away and Peter swallowed heavily before he nodded. Dread was filling him, leaving him sweating and shivering. He already suspected what was happening, but he still tried to convince himself it was just a misunderstanding.

 “Don’t look at them or I’ll shoot you,” the Alpha ordered when Peter glanced at Steve and Bucky. “Just keep walking and get in. Do as I say.”

 Step by step, Peter walked closer, overly aware of the gun pressed against his back. He could see out of the corner of his eyes that his friends were looking at him in confusion, that Steve seemed to suspect something was wrong, but Peter couldn’t do anything but walk.

 “God, I wish I could shoot you, dirty whore.” The voice made Peter shiver in fear. “You’re all messed up from your own father, stinking of sex. How disgusting. I don’t even know why the boss wants you.”

 Peter closed his eyes, wishing he would be far away. Suddenly, he regretted that he hadn’t wanted to wait in his Daddy’s office or spent the day with Pepper. Panic was coursing through his veins, capturing each of his thought and making him whimper in fear. He just wanted to be home, wanted to be with his Daddy.

 Apparently, he had stopped moving again because he could feel a kick against his leg. “Move, Omega-whore.” The Alpha’s voice was deadly serious, and Peter hurried to comply. He had already reached the limousine when he saw Steve running, but Peter knew it was too late. Another shove, and Peter was stumbling into the car.

 Oh god, this is real. Peter’s mind screamed at him, made it hard to think, made it hard to breathe and he was shaking by now, subconsciously already knowing what happened. He was kneeling on the floor of a familiar limousine.

 “And who do we have here? If that isn’t my dirty Omega-whore. Tell me, Peter, did you miss me?” Peter felt sick, his stomach turning and his heart pulsing so loud he could hear a ringing in his ears. He knew this voice, knew who came for him. The limousine started to drive off and he could even hear Steve’s horrified roar when the blonde man missed the car.

 “Didn’t I promise you, I’d come and get you?” Peter didn’t even have to look up to see that the man was smirking. “I’ve warned you that you’d hang from my knot and I also warned you, it wouldn’t be nice for you if you didn’t come to me willingly.”

 The Omega swallowed and lifted his head, trying to muster up his entire courage. If he would end like this, he would end with pride and dignity, proud to belong to his Daddy. Determination was filling him, determination to fight.

 “I see your Daddy hasn’t claimed you yet.” No. No. No. Please not. Anything but that. “Maybe I could change that. I think I’ll bond you to me.”

 Peter’s gaze was filled with hatred when he looked into Pierce's eyes. Daddy, I’m sorry. I love you.

[savedbyholmes]

Mercy PT 11

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It was all the school was talking about: Who was Tony Stark’s kid. They of course dismissed Peter off the bat even though he was an ‘intern’ for them. He overheard a few girls saying that he looked nothing like the billionaire, that he didn’t have any of the man’s qualities. He didn’t think that was true though, Antonia had told him at least a handful of times that he reminded her of Tony when he was younger.

Peter sighed as he slipped his book into his locker before pulling out the next one he needed. This was going to be a long day of this. Even long when he got home. May wasn’t happy when the news broke about Tony Stark's Illegitimate child. She thought that perhaps they had let it slip, but Peter assured her that couldn’t be the case.

He ignored the sounds of people’s phones going off, but he couldn’t ignore the silence that followed and he turned around to see everyone in the hall staring at him.

“What?”

“It’s you.” Ned stated in awe as he looked at Peter from where he was standing just off to the side. “You’re Tony Stark’s kid.”

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Jessica had been avoiding them since she clocked in and it was wearing Antonia’s nerves thin as she and Tony made her way to the lab she was supposed to be working in. Friday had tracked her there after an hour of moving around the building and it seemed as if she had finally stopped for the moment.

It hardly took two people to fire someone around SI, considering it was either Pepper or Tony that did the hiring or the firing around there. So the lab techs were surprised when Antonia and Tony came into the lab looking less than pleased.

“Why don’t you guys take a break, you’re at a good stopping place, yeah?” Antonia asked and they group of people nodded before making their way out the door. Jessica didn’t move and she didn’t look up from her desk.

“It took you two long enough to find me.” She commented. “You’re a bit late though.”

Jessica sounded bored and Tony felt uneasy. A moment later, Antonia’s phone pinged, and he could see her brow as she pulled it from her pocket and pressed the home button. Tony could see the emotions playing across her face before it settled on anger, complete and utter anger.

“You gave out his name?” Antonia’s voice was low and cold and it reminded him of Howard because, well her temper came from Howard, “You have out Peter’s name to the papers….I gotta go. I gotta take care of this.”

Tony’s head snapped towards Antonia and he could feel his stomach turning as he watched Antonia storm to the door.

“I don’t think I have to tell you this.” Antonia sneered from the door. “But you are fired. Fired. You have twenty minutes to get Off of this property before I have you escorted off the premises.”

Jessica stood and began to place her things into a box she had ready under her desk. She knew this was coming, she planned this. It didn’t make sense to Tony as he stood there in a state of shock. He was angry and confused, he couldn’t understand why one of his employees would do this. They were good to the people they employed. They payed well over the minimum wage, they offered paid vacations, paid maternity leave, paid paternity leave, full medical benefits. He couldn't think she was doing this for the money unless she somehow slipped through a crack they didn't know existed

“Why did you do this?”

Jessica paused in her packing and turned to look at where Tony stood behind her. There was a look on her face that he couldn’t exactly describe. He has seen it before of course, how can he forget a look like that, but he can’t place it.

“You've ruined so many lives, Mr. Stark. There is no amount of changing your ways can change that,” Jessica began. ‘Including my own at one point. It wasn’t my intention to do this when I was first hired of course, but the moment just presented itself and I thought it would be nice to give you a taste of what it feels like to have your life ruined.”

“You did this to ruin my life? The only person who has ever ruined my life is myself. The only life here that you’ve possibly ruined is the life of that fifteen year old kid whose name you gave out to the paper because you felt vengeful.” Tony finally snapped “You didn’t ruin my life because my life will be the same tomorrow as it is today, but Peter’s? Peter’s life isn’t. Things are going to be different for him.”

Jessica looked at him as if she did not consider that there would be consequences for Peter. But that didn’t matter now. The damage was done.

“You have fifteen minutes to get off your thing and get off this property. If you don’t you will be removed.”

“Antonia wouldn’t do that.”

“No, but I would.”

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“I’m sorry, Ms. Stark, but there is nothing we can do about it since the story already broke.” The journalist on the other end of the line told Antonia. She had to be the sixth or seventh one to tell her that and honestly it was beginning to piss her off. They weren’t supposed to name minors, but apparently that only happened under certain circumstances, and having a rich and famous parent was one of those circumstances that got you named. “Yes well sorry does not change the fact that you’ve just put this kid in danger. You know the kind of people my brother deals with, you know what he does outside of Stark Industries and for the sake of some ratings you named a minor, who now will become a potential target for his enemies. Sorry doesn’t cut it.”

[queen-swagzilla]

Stand Behind Me, Chapter 1

Rated: M

Summary: THIS IS AN ENDGAME FIX-IT. Most of the movie happened, except the end part because HOW DARE. We now follow Peter Parker as he interacts with Tony, May, The Avengers, his high school and the rest of the Iron Family, including Harley Keener and Priya Williams-Mehta (OFC), his #IronChildren. Yes there will be a field trip. No, Clint will NOT be in the vents. 

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"Alright, kid," Tony announced, striding into the lab. "We have an idea."

"What's the idea?" he asked absently, not looking up from his current project—wafer-thin screwdriver in hand. "And who's we? The last "we" was you and Cap, and that ended in Nat beating the crap out of me."

"What?" An alarmed, familiar voice demanded. Peter spun in his chair so fast that he nearly fell out of it. He would have, if not for his reflexes.

"May!"

"I already told you about that," Tony assured her. "The hand-to-hand combat lessons. So that he doesn't...how did you put it? YEET yourself into bad guys?"

Apparently, May remembers that, because she "ohhhhh's" in realization as she nods.

"Can we stop sharing my embarrassing stories without my permission?" Peter begged. "No, wait—May, why are you here?"

"We have a standing lunch date to discuss your wellbeing and development," Tony replied. "And Rhodey, Bruce and Pepper joined us today, which led to an excellent idea." He clapped his hands together. Peter relaxed a little. The idea couldn't be that bad if those three were involved. "How would you like to spend your summer with an R&D internship at our outpost facility?"

"Outpost facility? What outpost facility?"

May snorted. "According to Rhodey, it's where Tony stores his prodigy children when they graduate."

Peter stared at them blankly. "His what?"

"Apparently, there have been a few other pseudo-Stark adoptees. You're just his favorite." May smirked.

"Hush woman. You'll ruin my cred. The outpost facility is a lab just outside of Fairfield, Virginia, where I place my more mad-scientist level employees. It gives them space to invent and test without the risk of destroying property or risking civilian lives. It's where we tested VERONICA and the Hulkbuster." He explained.

Peter frowned. "Uh...I can't go to Virginia. What about Spider-Man?"

Tony and May shared a look. "We decided...well, decided is the wrong word..." May began.

"Look, we've all been through a lot, kid. We all think it might be a good idea for you to take a break—just a break—and start getting work experience and back on top of your school stuff. Just for the summer."

"What about patrols?" He demanded.

"If you agree to do this, we'll work with the other Avengers to make sure your patrols are covered," Tony replied immediately. "It'll be a good experience for you, and we'll all get the opportunity to relax a little. Especially your aunt. It's a little difficult to see you throw yourself head-first into danger after we just got you back, kid."

"Oh god, that's unfair! You're totally guilt-tripping me!" He cried.

"100%." May grinned.

"Besides, you'll meet more of the future Avengers." Tony continued. "Really, we're not KO-ing the spider. Just a...scientific hiatus. And heaps of training." He explained.

Now that sounded more tempting. Future Avengers who worked at SI's outpost facility? He loved working with Tony, but it would be cool to work with people closer to his age...who he wouldn't have to explain memes to. The science-bro Avengers of the future.

"If you're sure that Spidey won't be missed..."

"Oh, he'll be missed. No one can replace Spider-Man. But we can cover him while he takes some time to be a kid." May explained warmly.

"Learning and growing and all that." Tony agreed.

He pondered for a while—longer than Tony and May had hoped, but finally nodded. "Okay. Yeah. It sounds like fun."

"Done deal. I'll call down and have them set up lab space for you. You work on getting together a couple of ideas. I want you to get familiar with standard lab procedure for MIT or if—for some ridiculous reason—you choose not to work at Stark Industries. That means submitting proposals and getting them approved."

Peter nodded. "And who will I be submitting them to?"

"First will be your supervisor. Then if your supervisor approves, it's submitted to me." He replied. "Your supervisor for the summer will be Priya Williams-Mehta. She's intimidating at first, but she mostly doesn't like distraction. Once you learn to read her moods, she's a piece of cake."

"That's his oldest prodigy child," May explained, smirking.

"Ignore her. She's been listening to Rhodey." He rolled his eyes. "The outpost is where most Avengers tech is produced aside from my lab. It's remote and secure, and its location is confidential, so even though I trust you implicitly, you'll have to sign a crap-ton of paperwork."

"And you won't be able to tell Ned and MJ," May added.

Peter flinched. That...wouldn't be easy. "And what will I tell them I'm doing all summer? That's my best friend and my girlfriend. I'm bad at lying to begin with, but with them, it's just pitiful."

"Summer camp?" Tony suggested dryly. May elbowed him.

"Say you're helping with repairs and research projects at the compound." She suggested. "They already know that civilians aren't allowed on the grounds. Besides, the damage is awful and the terrain is hazardous, so they won't want to visit."

He squinted at her. "You've given this a lot of thought."

She snorted. "Of course I did. Have you met yourself? If I didn't have a response to everything, you wouldn't go."

He had to admit. She had him there.

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Dating Peter Maximoff and being Charles's would include

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I don’t really know when this is set just go with it it’s pretty cool

●You met Peter at a horrible movie which both of you fell asleep in. When the movie finished, an employee had to wake both of you up and since the movie showed at 10 p.m it was already incredibly late and the entire theatre felt abandoned so when you guys had to leave so it was kind of akward but eventually one of you talked of you guys just clicked. By the time both of you had gone outside, your ride had abandoned you, so Peter, even though you hesitated, insisted to take you home.

“Please Peter it’s a pretty long way there” “I swear I can take it” “Fine… where’s your car” “Oh I don’t need a car” he said as he put his hand to your head. “Wai-wha-” you were cut off by Peter speeding you while you yelled to him the directions. “It’s to the lefAHHHahaha and then to the righ-nonono Peter you’re going to drop me” you said along with other things as he just chuckled and kept running. “Wait you’re a mutant too?” He asked when you got to the mansion a.k.a your home. “Yup. Daughter of Charles Xavier who can (power of choice) and basically knows everything that goes down here which leads me to a question, do you go here?” “Nah I don’t….. never could afford it.” “Well I really want you to join us so I’ll talk to my dad about figuring something out alright” “Alrighty bye Y/N” “See ya” you saluted him as he ran off.

● In the time of the friend zone, it mainly consisted of going over to his house on breaks and watching scary shows and movies with the ocasional comedy. And when you finally convinced your dad that Peter would be a great student so that he would let him in for a smaller amount of money it consisted of you studying and him just trying to listen but eventually giving up and sleeping. ●He finally asked you out while school was climbing to its death bed and was ready to end. He sped up to you to ask the question he was longing to for quite a while and it basically went like this: “Hey Y/N” “Yes Peter” “Well you see since summer is starting and I basically have nothing to do could you be my savior or boredom?“he asked running his hand through his hair “So basically your asking if I’ll go out with you” “Yup” he said popping the p “Well then yes” “Oh oh wowowowowowieeee” he celebrated. ●Your first date was at a drive in theatre where you two watched a scary movie because you’re nerds. When you got there it was a little but not outrageously chilly, but unfortunately through half the movie it started to rain forcing people to leave. However, Peter was committed to make this a wonderful first date so he just akwardly wrapped his jacket around you and you two continued screaming and laughing at the movie with the ocasional shivers from Peter being cold with no jacket so you had to (and wanted to tbh) huddle very close to him. ●After that date there was many more to come, including going to that same drive in theatre every friday, spending time at his house listening to music, and he even would take you shopping for new shirts but it was really just so he could eat out with you, but the best thing by far you liked to do with him was go to the amusement park. He would drag you along and take you to every ride in the entire park and you, being the adventurous type would of course tag along. He was just so happy he finally met someone who would always be up for anything. Whenever you arrived at the mansion Charles would just ask “Peter again?” and when you nodded he would just reply with “that’s what I thought” with a smug expression on his face. ●Speaking of Charles the first time him and Peter properly met, which was at dinner in (restraunt of choice) Peter was just so nervous and Charles being the mind reader he is just patted him on the shoulder and said “don’t worry, I know you love her” and you accidentally overheard so you didn’t mean to but the entire time you were just really blushy and flattered. The dinner went great, and they were pratically ignoring you and making jokes about what you used to do as a kid to what you do now and comparing it to what they did and do and it was just so cool. When Peter said bye to you guys outside of the restaurant Charles said, still laughing “Y/N I honestly think he’s the one” before driving you both home. ●The first time meeting his family was an embarrassing story though, as when you walked in to his house you tripped and fell to the ground. His mom just laughed and said “don’t worry now we have a story to tell in future times” and then she introduced herself. She decided to make (favorite food) and it was better than you’ve ever had it before. “Hey Ms. Maximoff this is actually the best (favorite food) I’ve ever had.” you said truthfully. She smiled and said “Yeah I’d knew you would like it Peter said it was your favorite food” “Well he was definitely right”. When his sister decided to come meet you she was dressed in her princess costume and wrapped your arms around your waist repeatedly and forced you and Peter to watch Disney movies (when tbh I wouldn’t be forced I’d just watch them anyways) ●Cuddles all the cuddles There’s days when Peter’s the big spoon, there’s days when you are but you. never. stop. cuddling ●He adores wrapping his arms around your waist and also scaring you cuz why not. ●You getting used to his speed ●Him making mixtapes of you and when you discover them he decides to make you listen to them and tell you exactly why they remind him of you while cuddling you. ●His lil sis basically becoming your lil sis. ●Both of you growing really close to eachothers families. Like when Pete’s mom needs extra help with something she always calls you or when Charles needs help figuring things out at the mansion he calls Peter to help y'all on it. ●When Peter is sad he’ll always call you, no matter what. There is no one he rather see and you almost always know what to tell him. If you don’t he understands and you guys just listen to music or play stupid little board games to make him feel better. ●When your sad, Peter will of course talk to you about it but every time his advice doesn’t help but rather a silly thing he says after does. Like he’ll go on a rant about how you should just ignore what people say or do to you and only care about your future and it’ll put a slight smile on your face but when he says something random like “Enough with this sadness I want pizza” it makes you forget entirely what happened. ●Your first time sleeping over was at Peter’s house when his mom was gone for the weekend and she needed someone to take care of his sister. You had spent the day looking out for her and attempting to entertain her which even though you wouldn’t think it would be, it was a very stressful werkend. Especially the first night when she had a nightmare and came into Peter’s room in the middle of you guys playing pac man. She bust through the door crying and immediately ran to Peter and hugged him. “What’s wrong sweetie?” you asked patting her head. She signaled for Peter to pick her up and he placed her beneath his arms and her legs stradled his waist. “I had a nightmare” she said and she buried her head into Peters shoulders. “Awee I’m sorry” you started as Peter carried her to her room as you followed “Nightmares suck. But they’re just your imagination running wild, which makes you special. I have nightmares too you know, and whenever I get them I actually have to sing myself to sleep to calm myself down” you said and by then she had already been tucked into bed. “Can you sing me to sleep?"she asked cutely. You smiled and agreed. "Breathe breathe in the air….. don’t be afraid to care…. please don’t leave me……. look around choose your own ground” you sang and by the time you had finished she was fast asleep. Peter who had been by his sisters side leaned down and kissed her on her forehead and then went back to his room with you. “You wanna still watch that movie?” he asked and you replied with a “hell yeah” and before you knew it you woke up in the middle of the night on his couch with the TV playing a movie called the black nothingness aka it was literally playing nothing and with your head resting on his shoulder and his arms around yours he looked down at you with tired eyes and carried you to his bed where you curled up together. 💓