#starker: dubcon

[ironh3artstark]

“You’re taking me so well, kid,” Tony grunts as he thrusts into the practically limp body under him. Peter whimpers weakly as he raises a limp hand to try to push the older man back and off of him.

Tony pushes Peter’s hand back on the bed, taking a look at his protégé’s flushed and leaking cock. Tony breathes out a chuckle as he grabs the teens spread legs and pulls them up to his shoulders. Tony pants harshly as he listens to the weak and fucked out moans of Peter.

Peter’s cock is leaking all over his tummy while he tightens around Tony’s cock. “Please...s-stop,” Peter says with tears running down his red cheeks.

Tony shakes his head, “No, baby. You wanted this. Remember? You kept begging for my dick so pathetically,” He grins.

“And when I finally fuck you braindead, you wanna tell me to stop?”

Tony thrusts hard and fast into Peter’s prostate as his legs begin to shake, a high moan escaping the young boy as he spurts out small streams of cum.

“Nngh..” Peter speaks tiredly, drool seeping from the side of his mouth and eyes drooping.

Tony smiles at the boy under him, “I knew you could take it. How about one more, kid?”

[graceful-starker]

Tony the Friendly Ghost pt. 2

Summary: Getting used to Tony's sex drive is an ordeal.

Warnings: Mild dub-con/consensual dub-con, ghost!Tony, rough oral sex, come inflation.

Notes: I have loads of ideas for this AU, enjoy this installment!

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Getting used to Tony had been a long process. Getting used to Tony’s sex drive was a whole other ball game. Peter can hardly take a shower anymore without Tony taking advantage of his nakedness. Which, sure, Peter isn’t really complaining; but still! He would like to be able to change clothes or take a shower without earning a sore ass. His friends are starting to question why he chooses to stand so much.

“Listen,” Peter had said, panting for breath and hanging onto the shower wall for life, “not that I don’t like-like when you fuck me, but you have to let me shower every now and then without taking advantage. The water bill is getting insane, Tony!”

Tony had completely ignored him, kissing Peter’s neck and pushing two fingers inside Peter’s already incredibly well-fucked hole. 

Peter had keened, digging his fingers into the wall uselessly. “You’re going to kill me, at this rate,” Peter had whined. 

The fingers had quickly retreated, Tony’s hands instead landing on Peter’s hips to help the poor boy remain standing. 

“Thank fuck,” Peter had mumbled, shakily releasing the wall and reaching for the soap. “You can just ask, you know. There’s better times for me than when I’m changing or showering. I can get naked other times too.”

That had been a mistake, Peter had realized quickly. Because making Tony aware that he was not limited to when Peter was already naked made Tony try and get him naked every other time. 

Such as, when Peter is trying to tidy up. Or when he’s trying to cook. Or when he’s walking from one room to the next. 

In telling Tony he needs to fuck Peter less, Peter has opened a world of new opportunities and times to do so. Peter is fucked no less than three times a day now. Tony will just pull his pants down at random points in his day and have his way with Peter, whenever he wants to.

Right now is about to be the third time of the day, he’s sure. He’s just gotten home from work, tired and a little cranky; nothing his ghost can’t handle, though. 

“Tony,” Peter calls when he walks through the door, hanging up his keys and jacket. “Listen, can we talk? Where are you?”

Tony bangs gently on the white board in the living room, and Peter walks that way. BAD DAY? Is already written there. 

“Kind of,” he mumbles, sitting heavily on the couch. He rubs his face, taking a deep breath. “I’m just really tired. It was a very long day, lots of running around doing errands.”

The marker squeaks against the board, and Peter waits for it to stop before looking up. I CAN HELP YOU RELAX. 

Peter smirks, leaning back against the couch. “I’m not up for your method of relaxing right now,” Peter teases. “You’ll wear me out even more.”

I CAN DO ALL THE WORK. YOU CAN JUST LAY DOWN. 

Peter laughs softly, shaking his head. “Maybe if you were capable of being gentle,” he half-jokes. “You can go one night without fucking me, you’ll be just fine.”

The marker hesitates, the other words getting erased slowly. Then, I COULD USE YOUR MOUTH. 

Something sparks up Peter’s spine at the wording; at the situation in general. Tony has never really been the best about asking for what he wants. Not that Peter minds. Half the time Tony makes Peter feel loved and cherished, like a real partner. Then the other half, he makes Peter feel like a convenient, available sex toy. Like his only purpose is to serve Tony sexually, to be available to be used 24/7. 

He thought he might mind the feeling, might resent Tony for making him feel this way. Instead it makes him hot, even as it confuses him. 

“You’re just going to use me?” Peter asks, and can’t keep how much he likes the idea out of his voice. “Doesn’t matter what I want, then?”

The marker is placed on the board, and Peter’s breath hitches. That was his only confirmation of where Tony was. 

“Don’t,” Peter says, but his cock is twitching in his work pants. “I’m not- I’m tired, Tony.”

Tony’s cold fingers tightly clench his jaw, yanking his face upwards. Peter’s eyes go wide, and he gasps loudly. Tony takes advantage, sticking his thumb in Peter’s mouth and pressing down on the tongue. 

Peter whines, one hand coming to wrap around where he assumes Tony’s wrist is, and the other pressing into his own jaw gently. 

Tony pulls his thumb out and uses his other hand to stick two fingers in Peter’s mouth. 

Peter chokes on it at first, coughing against the intrusion. But his body gets used to it the more Tony’s fingers move in and out of his mouth, and he looks up at nothing with wet eyes. 

Tony pulls his fingers out finally, and he tilts Peter’s face up even more. 

Peter whimpers, eyes filling with tears that he hopes looks pretty to Tony. “Please, I don’t- it’ll hurt. You’re too big! Please Tony, don’t-”

Tony cuts him off by slipping the tip of his cock past Peter’s lips, stretching Peter’s mouth even wider and tightening his grip on Peter’s jaw. 

His jaw is going to bruise; Tony isn’t good about being careful. Peter finds that not only does he not care, but he hopes he bruises. He hopes he has some physical proof of this happening, something to look at and remind him of this exact moment. 

Tony starts by slowly moving his cock head in and out of Peter’s lips, before pushing further in. He hits the back of Peter’s throat, and keeps pushing. 

Peter’s eyes widen as he realizes he isn’t going to be eased into this. His gags against the first push into his throat, his lips stretched obscenely around nothing. He quickly gasps in a deep breath through his nose, not knowing when Tony will allow him to breathe again. 

He manages it just in time, because Tony pushes deeper, blocking off his airways, just as Peter finishes. He keeps pushing and pushing, and Peter chokes violently with tears running down his cheeks. Tony keeps pushing until his balls rest against Peter’s chin, and Peter can swear he feels Tony’s cock halfway to his stomach. 

Peter chokes on it, the hand on his jaw moving to cup his throat and feel Tony. Tony’s hips pull away fractionally, and Peter can breathe for a second before Tony shoves back inside. 

Tony starts to pull his cock out until just his tip is resting on Peter’s tongue. He gives Peter just a second to suck in a new breath before slowly pushing back in as deep as he possibly can. The noises he’s pulling from Peter’s throat are obscene, and every single one makes Peter’s cock twitch in interest.

Peter feels tears rolling down his cheeks, and he can hardly see anymore. Tony is fucking his throat brutally, speeding up with each thrust as if he’s trying to quickly train Peter’s throat into taking such intense abuse. Just the thought of that makes Peter whine at his first chance at air. He’s absolutely leaking, darkening the front of his pants where he’s already tenting them. 

Tony uses his free hand to run his fingers through Peter’s hair, tangling his fingers into the locks and yanking just enough to sting. Peter isn’t sure how Tony manages to find the exact line between pleasurable pain and actually hurting Peter. 

The ghost continues to brutalize Peter’s throat until Peter is drooling all down his chin and his jaw is aching. Peter squeezes his neck just to make feel it that much more intense, just to make it that much harder to breathe. 

The hand wrapped around Tony’s wrist slips down his torso to rub at himself through his pants, choking on a relieved groan at the pressure. He moves to unbutton his pants and pull himself out, but then Tony pushes him by shoving his hips harder into Peter’s face. 

Peter chokes on it, his hand coming up to try and stop Tony’s hips from moving any further. He looks up with tears clumping his eyelashes together, hoping he’s glaring at Tony’s face. 

Tony grabs onto Peter’s hand with the one he had previously been using to hold onto Peter’s jaw, tangling their fingers together and keeping it far away from Peter’s own aching cock. The second he realizes that’s what Tony is doing his cock jumps, and he feels like he could almost come without touching himself at this rate. 

He whines loudly around Tony, feeling his face heat with how long Tony has kept his cock buried as deep as possible and cut his oxygen off. 

Tony squeezes his hand, finally pulling out again until just his tip is between Peter’s lips. 

Peter sucks in desperate breaths through his nose, running his tongue along the tip and eventually through the slit. He hollows his cheeks and suckles on the tip, taking deep and measured breaths until he feels like his lungs aren’t burning anymore. 

Tony squeezes Peter’s hand again, and that’s the only warning he gets before Tony starts to fill Peter’s mouth, shooting the first few ropes of come so they cover Peter’s tongue. The temperature is a bit weird, just like the first time he tried a taste. 

Peter loves how much Tony comes, he loves the way it fills him up and bloats his stomach out. But that’s when Tony is buried up his ass, not in his mouth. His cheeks quickly puff out with how much Tony is giving him, until he can’t hold it anymore and it starts to dribble out the corners of his mouth and down his chin. 

Tony tightens his grip on Peter’s hair and pushes his cock in more, pushing more come out of Peter’s lips. Peter whimpers and tries to swallow, but Tony is replacing it faster than Peter can swallow it down. More and more is pushed out of his lips, making a mess of Peter’s chin and his work shirt as it drips down his chest and starts to land in his lap. 

The ghost pushes further down Peter’s throat, pushing past the point where Peter can breathe, and keeps going until his balls are back to being pressed against Peter’s chin. 

Peter’s eyes widen as he starts to panic; Tony's cock is pulsating in his mouth, and he’s just grinding his hips in tiny circles as deep as he can.

Peter whimpers, swallowing uselessly and gripping his neck tighter. He looks up at Tony with pleading eyes, begging to be allowed to breathe again.

Tony ignores him in favor of continuing to grind his hips against Peter’s face, continuing to shoot his load down Peter’s throat. Peter tries to swallow, but he’s choking on it and some keeps bubbling out of his mouth and down his chin. He feels like he’s being filled to the brim, like he might explode with how much Tony is filling his stomach with. 

His eyes roll into the back of his head as his vision starts to dot with black spots. His grip on his neck and Tony’s hand both start to loosen.

That’s when Tony finally pulls out, and Peter gasps in a lungful of desperate air, his lungs aching. He chokes on Tony’s come, feeling his breath shudder with it. It takes him a moment to realize Tony is still coming, and is painting Peter’s face with ropes of it.

He whines desperately, his own cock absolutely throbbing with need, and opens his mouth again. Some of Tony’s come lands on his tongue, and Peter swallows it down and closes his eyes as more and more lands over his face. He sticks his tongue out again and Tony takes advantage, shoving his cock back down Peter’s throat and feeding him more. Peter’s jaw is aching, but he loves the feeling.

He finally lets go of Peter’s hand, and Peter wastes no time at all. His hand flies down his pants, pulling his cock out and stripping it as quickly as he can. His other hand leaves his throat to rest on his stomach, groaning at the way his stomach is bloated with how much Tony has fed him. 

Tony finally finishes, pulling out and resting his softening tip against Peter’s swollen lips. Peter gasps in air, fisting himself faster until his eyes roll into the back of his head and he comes hard enough to reach his chin. 

He recovers slowly, panting with an open mouth and looking down at his stomach. He groans at the sight of it, letting go of himself before he gets too oversensitive. “Fuck,” Peter says; or tries to, at least. It comes out more a whisper of air than anything. His voice is fucking wrecked, and his throat hurts already. “Oh, fuck.”

Tony lets go of his hair, petting Peter’s cheek instead in comfort. Or maybe he’s smearing his come into Peter’s face; it’s hard to tell with Tony. 

“Tony,” he tries again, but it’s hardly audible. 

Tony finally lets him go and Peter sees the marker move. I TOLD YOU I COULD HELP YOU RELAX.

“That was not relaxing. That was the opposite of relaxing,” he manages to get half the syllables out, at least. 

YOU LOVED IT, Tony writes, not hesitating even a second. 

Peter grins, looking down at his stomach and wiping some of the come off his cheek. “Yeah, I did,” he agrees just as easily.

[stuckonstarker]

landlord tony fucks peter as payment when peter can’t pay rent

[authoressofdarkness]

Bingo Fill: Breath Play @starkerfestivals

Then Stark's free hand is slapping over his mouth and nose, cutting off all air before he can do much as inhale. He lets out a choked sound against the hand on his face, shaking his head frantically.

"Don't fight me, Peter," Stark orders, voice quiet, almost imitating soothing, but still severe, laced with enough of his dominant tone to make Peter's whole body go limp. The throatiness of his voice is the only hint that the alpha is affected at all by what he's doing to the omega.

(This story is VERY much Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, so head to AO3 to check out the tags if you want to read the full thing!)

[goodomensafterdark]

Writers Guild Cock Fight

Art by woaini_ogelskerdig

Summary:

Crowley wants Aziraphale, but does Aziraphale want Crowley?

Moreover, Crowley has the hots for Aziraphale, hasn't ever had the hots before, and isn't even sure what "hots" are supposed to feel like. He can't even cuss properly because every sex-related cuss word just reminds him how fucking (see?) confused he is.

But there's help on the horizon -- in the form of one Greek demigod they just happened to rescue off the side of a mountain. Not that our ineffable idiots have the sense to ask for help. But they're getting it anyway.

Written by startledplatypus, find them on Reddit and AO3!

Word count: 16,049 words

Trigger/Content Warnings: Explicit; dubcon; sex pollen; anal sex; oral sex; masturbation; mild exhibitionism; naga sex; snake sex: Ancient Greece religion and lore

Excerpt:

Crawly woke up on a low couch covered in deep navy velvet studded with tiny gold stars. A matching neckroll pillow nuzzled his head. The air was warm but pleasant, scented with cinnamon and cassia and… myrrh.

F---

“OH, my God,” he heard from across the… room? Well, it was more cylindrical than that, with fluted columns around its circumference and a ceiling lurking somewhere above. Night-dark curtains of tassel-edged heavy damask hung between each pair of columns, masking whatever lay beyond. Tiny lanterns floated here and there, strobing saturated, shifting colors across what little he could see of the lush, carpeted floor.

The Greeks did not have carpet any more than they had soap.

“OH, my GOD,” he heard again. This time it sounded less surprised and more mortified. And more familiar.

It sounded like Aziraphale when he’d realized one of his “rare statuettes” was a dildo.

Crawly groaned. Quietly. This was not going well. He thought about calling out to the angel, but changed his mind when he looked down.

He was starkers. Even his sunglasses were gone. And he was very… male.

Something made a muffled sound from not nearly far enough away. Then there was a thump, a quavery curse which might have been that awful “f” word, and a rather desperate groan. And a cream-colored neckroll pillow with pale blue stitchwork came sailing toward the demon’s head.

Crawly, too busy considering the ramifications of this situation, failed to duck. The pillow flumphed into his face and fell onto the couch-bed. It was, of course, tartan.

Shit.

A feminine alto laugh echoed around the chamber. And something ssssed.

“What the FUCK,” a very Aziraphale voice shrilled… and all the lanterns flared, revealing a too-tall woman standing on a low, round, central marble platform with a long, sinuous snake coiling up her linen-draped legs, over her cloth-covered shoulders, and down her bare arms. Its great head lifted, amber eyes lazily opening.

“Ohhhh,” it said. “Guessssts.”

Read more on AO3!

Special thanks to!!!

For beta-reading: DoonaRose, harlotupdog, ckocek, Paperclip_Ninja, and blackjeans93

For snek-jucation: blackjeans93

For ao3 formatting help: cheeseplants, GaiasEyes, mrscakeishere, and polychrome

For ART!: woaini_ogelskerdig

[captshipper]

Possible Starker fic: Peter has been curious in a... weird way about Tony, he has known Tony is trans for some time and when puberty hit him, the somewhat unwelcomed attraction came with it. One night he catches Tony masturbating and mildly dubcon sex ensues.

[petercherryparker]

My latest dubcon Starker thoughts -

Peter and Mr. Stark have their usual mentor/mentee thing happening, only Tony’s a little more loose with the morals than usual. So when Peter shows up drunk one night(or gets drunk at some event they’re both at) Tony takes full advantage of the situation and has his wicked way with his spiderkid.

The next day Peter is mad. He went along with it at the time, but he was way too drunk to really consent. He’s straight for one thing. How dare Tony cross that line?!? The only thing is…he can’t stop thinking about it now. Part of him is truly disgusted by what happened. But the other part is just constantly craving cock now. He can barely get himself off now without thinking about stuffing his hole again and again. Being split open on Tony’s big, hard cock is the only thing that will bring him true satisfaction now.

So what does he do? He storms into Tony’s home whenever he wants, pins him down and rides him until he’s satisfied. Sometimes he ride him til they both cum cause he loves the feeling of Tony’s cum inside him. Sometimes he’s still mad though and will just get himself off with Tony’s body then walk away before Tony is satisfied.

(This is why I can’t tell people what I’m thinking about when they ask why I’m so spaced out 🫢😳)

[ask-ursa-tonypeter]

I don't know if its been asked but what are your favorite kinks for starker?

[[🐻 ursa interlude 🐻

I don't know if it has either haha! So, some favorites that relate to a Starker dynamic specifically:

I love a Peter with a praise kink and a Tony with a dueling praise/humiliation kink, I love soft dom Peter/sub Tony, I love Peter with a hair-pulling kink, I love Tony having a strength kink over Peter's powers!

And I love overstimulation and orgasm control, and specifically scenarios where Peter is taking advantage of his youthful physical stamina and short refractory period vs Tony's old man sexual stamina and longer refractory period to just ride Tony for all he's worth and come as many times as he wants before Tony's finally allowed to come haha.

Other general kinks (that are a little more situation-dependent and don't necessarily work for every version of the characters) include any dubcon of the sex pollen/fuck-or-die/omegaverse heats or ruts variety, dehumanization/free use, coming untouched, CNC, impact play… And also, like. Incest and underage, lmao.

Thanks for the ask! 💖]]

[starkerfestivals]

what does "mating run" mean?

Hello!

Mating runs are an omegaverse trope (probably less known in starker) where alphas and omegas compete for a mate.

Generally speaking, it can be alphas running to catch a single omega or a bunch of alphas and omegas and alphas have a specific omega in mind they want.

This tends to have a dubcon flavor to it but it doesn't have to be. Mating run trope can be anywhere from a friendly competition where alphas prove themselves worthy of being their chosen omega's mate. Or it can be as dark dub/noncon as someone wants.

As typical of omegaverse, rules for a mating run are up to the authors, anywhere from no biting, only catching, or even one must mate their omega to claim their victory.

One of the mods has a mating run fic (https://archiveofourown.org/works/21596674) but if you wish to write a mating run, your rules are your own and you can use it however you wish 😊

If you have any more questions, feel free to ask or DM any of the mods. 💗

[unapologeticallytheworst]

Super villain blunt rotation!

Okay so I technically already talked about this here, but yeah that's a dubcon (the situation is very “if I say no it probably won't matter, but I don't want to say no” for clarity) sex slave/pet au that was just supposed to be porn but now has a plot. There is this post that said something like, “want a bunch of doms to pass me around like a blunt” So that's where the name comes from. Because yeah that's the idea (again this was just gonna be porn with a fun set up).

Speaking of the set up, Tony, Bruce, and Strange are functionally the rulers of earth, as Superior, Sovereign, and Supreme. They can basically do whatever they want thanks to having three(!) of the infinity stones and having actually saved the planet a couple of times. Public opinion is pretty mixed but the average Joe doesn't have to interact with anything to do with them often. Unfortunately Peter isn't average. Developing any kind of superpower gets you disappeared, but he's still Peter so of course he still becomes Spider-Man. He's kinda shocked when nobody comes and carts him away immediately. In fact sometimes it's almost like the sentels let him go. Of course that's true because he caught someone's eye. (Main ship is probably starker, but Pete forms complicated relationships with the two too. And they have a complex relationship with each other so I feel comfortable calling it starkerstrangebanner)

Send me a title

[starkerficlibrary]

I think it's a one shot book but one of the one shots involved Peter being tired, going to a massage parlor, massager is tony, who amazing at what he does, so much that he managed to fuck Peter with Peter barely noticing it but loving the massage so much that he contemplated in attending the massage parlor again.

Hiii, honeypie!

You might be looking for this massage AU by @starkerforlife6969. I hope this is what you were looking for! 

-J

[sinditia]

Starkercest Fic - Father's day edition

Server prompt by @starkly : Dubcon starkercest, once again porn inspired. Peter's ex is saying Peter will never be able to find someone other than them, and Peter wants to disprove that But... Peter doesn't have a boyfriend.... What he does have though is his dad, fast asleep in the other room.... He could pull down the blankets and his pants and take some selfies sucking dick, that would show his ex they're wrong. They don't have to know the dick belongs to his sleeping father

Additional warnings: 17-yo-Peter. Quentin Beck being a gaslighting shithead.

Word Count: 2.5k

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Peter Stark storms through the penthouse, fuming, angry tears still prickling his eyes.

Quentin, that fucking asshole.

--

It’s a party. Peter had a few solo cups of plain Sprite in him and he needed to find a bathroom.

The door wasn’t even locked. That’s how little Quentin cared about getting caught. Peter pushed it open to find his boyfriend standing there with his dick in another girl’s mouth.

Neither looked particularly sorry. The girl just said, “whoops” then straightened her skirt and slipped out of there, leaving the two alone.

Quentin tucked himself back in, just sighing as he continued leaning against the bathroom counter like Peter had just deeply inconvenienced him by interrupting.

“What the fuck?!” Peter finally said, voice pitched a little too high and pathetic to be righteous.

Quentin sighed again. “Babe, look-“

“Don’t fucking call me that!”

“What the hell did you expect me to do, dragging me to a high school party?”

“Oh, I don’t know, not stick your dick in some-”

Quentin scoffed. “What, it’s not like you were gonna do anything about this.” He gestured offhandedly at his crotch. “I told you we should go to my place instead of this stupid party.”

“I wanted you to meet my friends!”

“And sit in a corner and talk about Legos or Star Trek or whatever all night? You’re not even drinking. Jesus, Pete, I had no idea you’re such a kid.”

Peter blinked, eyes burning. He’s not… But Quentin said…

“Look around, Pete. All the other seventeen-year-olds in here are having sex. Meanwhile you’re just sitting there, a bunch of sad virgins talking about nerd-shit.”

“I- I’m not,” Peter stammered, “I’m not a virgin. I’ve had sex with… with-”

“With me?” Quentin finished, pitying and mean. “When you just laid there like a starfish and made me do all the work? That could barely be called ‘having sex’. My left hand does a better job getting me off than you.”

Peter blinked faster, tears starting to well up.

“Aw, baby,” Quentin cooed, but it sounded unkind, demeaning. He reached forward and cupped Peter’s cheek. Peter flinched but couldn’t muster the strength to push the other man away. “You know, that’s why I wanted us to go to my place tonight, work on your technique, get you a little better at it. But then you forced me to come here…” Quentin shrugs, pulling away.

Anger started to blossom under Peter’s hurt. “Are you actually trying to make it seem like it’s my fault you’re cheating on me?”

“Peter,” Quentin says, exaggeratedly all-patient like scolding a child, “when one person in a relationship can’t fulfil the other’s needs, it’s only natural that they look for it somewhere else. I think you should take this as an opportunity for self-reflection, some self-improvement. Don’t worry, baby, I can help you get better.”

Peter bristled. “You’re insane if you think I want anything to do with you after this. We’re over.”

“Oh sure, I’m insane.” Quentin actually laughed. “Babe, I’m the only one reasonable and understanding enough to actually put up with you. You think you’d actually find anyone willing to come near you, let alone fuck you?”

Peter wanted to punch Quentin square in the face but the tears were also threatening to fully cascade down his cheeks now so he did the only thing he had the strength to do.

He ran. He left the party and went home, his ex-boyfriend’s callous laughter and cruel eyes echoing in his mind.

--

“Dad!” Peter’s cry echoes through the quiet, dark foyer. He sniffles as he wanders the penthouse, wanting his dad’s strong arms around him. Tony is always there for his son, ready to comfort him whenever he’s upset. “Daddy, where are you?”

Peter finds the door to the liquor cabinet hanging open and a half-empty Glenfiddich sitting on the counter. He sighs sadly. His father’s been drinking. Judging from the silence replying his calls, Tony is probably passed out somewhere.

Peter heads to his dad’s bedroom, opening the door slowly as he peers inside. Tony’s room is never locked. Peter is always welcome to come inside, slip under the covers at night and sleep with him whenever he needed comfort. Nightmares and thunderstorms don’t seem so scary when he had his dad’s warm, protective body curled around him.

Peter’s feet are quiet on the carpets as he steps inside the bedroom. Through the darkness he sees an empty glass on the bedside. Tony is fast asleep, shirtless, but Peter knows he’s wearing boxer briefs under the blankets covering him from the waist down. That’s how his dad usually sleeps, even when he’s wasted.

Peter climbs into the bed, the king-size having plenty of space for him. He snuggles close, taking in his dad’s natural, musky scent under the faint remnants of sandalwood cologne and the boozy scotch in his breath. Peter feels better already though he wishes his dad would hug him, squeeze him tight and tell him everything would be alright in his low soothing voice.

“I had a bad day, Daddy,” Peter whispers to the slow heaves of his dad’s bare chest.

Tony doesn’t answer, still out cold.

Peter sighs, restless. He takes out his phone, intending to text his friends, apologize for taking off so suddenly, but sees a text from Quentin instead.

let me know when you’ve come to your senses. I’ll help you work things out.

Peter buries his face in the pillows and stifles a scream. That fucking sociopath really thinks he’s god’s gift to humanity, like he’s doing Peter the world’s biggest favour by being with him. Like there’s no other choice, like Peter won’t find someone other than him.

Is he right? An anxious little voice in Peter’s brain keeps asking. The only guy who’s ever shown interest in him is Quentin. He’s never dated anyone before him. What if he never dates anyone ever again?

Peter whimpers unhappily, pressing his face into the muscle of his dad’s shoulder. If Tony was awake, he’d say all the right words to make Peter feel better. He’d understand Peter’s feelings even if he can’t relate to them.

Tony was a notorious playboy back in the day. Even now, Peter has seen enough people throwing themselves at his dad. He can’t really blame them. Tony can wear a three-piece suit like no one else. He looks powerful and capable, beautiful and expensive. Unlike his son, Tony can have anyone he wants. But his dad has never taken up any of the offers, not since Peter’s mother ran off. It pleases Peter, secretly. He doesn’t want to share his perfect dad with anyone else.

His perfect dad.

Peter studies Tony’s sleeping face. So handsome. Peter wonders if he’ll grow up to look like that, with those strong brows and chiselled jaw and impeccable facial hair. Peter takes more after his mother, it seems. Soft freckles, small nose, thin lips. Peter does share his dad’s brown eyes and dark lashes though. That’s Peter’s favourite feature of himself, the part that shows he belongs to his dad.

Peter traces a hand down his dad’s chest, admiring the contours of his pectorals, down to the hint of abs covered by a healthy pudge that Peter shouldn’t find so, incredibly attractive. He follows the captivating trail of dark hair that goes down, down, until it hides from Peter’s view under the waistband of dark red boxer briefs.

How many people have followed this path ‘til the end? Peter wonders, feeling coarse hairs through the thin fabric. How many people have seen where it goes?

Peter’s own situation down there isn’t much to look at. Barely any hair, unimpressive cock even when fully hard. Peter’s face burns with humiliation. No wonder nobody wants him.

Hell would freeze over a million times before he gets back together with Quentin though. Peter would rather be alone forever. He just wishes there was a way to get back at him, show that smug-faced asshole that Peter can do so much better. That someone out there wants him.

Peter realizes belatedly, that he’s been touching his dad’s… his dad. Down there.

Peter’s eyes flick up to his dad’s face but he’s still fast asleep. Tony makes a soft sound and shifts his hips but his eyes remain closed. A different part of him is waking up though. The part that Peter touched. The part that Peter is still touching.

It grows. Firmer. Bigger. Until the tip is straining against the waist band.

And Peter is still touching it.

Now here’s a cock that wants him, Peter thinks, giddy at the thought that he can have an effect like this to a man as incredible as his dad. Wish Quentin could see this. That’d show him.

Peter could, though. He could show him. The phone is back in his hand before his brain catches up with him. His other hand hesitates only slightly before tugging the waist band of his dad’s boxer briefs down.

Oh God.

His dad is magnificently hard, impressively large, the most beautiful cock he’s ever seen, in real life and in porn. It feels natural for Peter to wrap his fingers around the length, give it a stroke, like it’s exactly what he’s supposed to do, like he’s made for it.

Tony sighs in his sleep, a content sound. His expression is slack, mouth curled into a slight smile like he’s having a nice dream. A slight twist on the upstroke has a bead of pearly liquid emerging from the tip. Instinctively, Peter leans down and laps it up. It’s a salty burst on his tongue and he moans at the taste, while Tony grunts and bucks his hips.

Peter grins, pleased. Okay, sure, he’s always been a little bit of a daddy’s boy, always eager to please. He works hard at school, gets good grades, all so he can come home and show his dad, see those eyes light up with pride. When his dad comes home from work all tired, Peter likes to rub his shoulders, make him feel better, and his dad would hold him, kiss him, tell him he’s the best. Peter loves making his daddy happy.

And Tony isn’t just Peter Stark’s dad. Tony Stark is a man. A handsome, wonderful, perfect… sexy man. And Peter is making him feel good.

Take that, Quentin. Peter opens the camera app on his phone.

Careful not to let Tony’s face in the frame, Peter angles the lens so that it catches his face, right above the man’s hard cock. Oh wow, his dad looks so big in Peter’s small hand. Peter clenches low in his gut at the sight of it. Peter puts his mouth on the shaft, licking, lapping up and down, clicking the shutter the whole time.

“Oh fuck.”

Startled, Peter looks up, fearing that he’s caught.

Tony’s eyelids flutter but don’t open. He’s still breathing deeply, albeit a little faster. He’s still asleep.

Peter huffs, relieved. He checks his photo gallery to see if he’s gotten some good shots.

“Mmm, baby…” Tony whines in his sleep, pelvis twitching against the cold air.

Peter stifles a giggle. “Sorry, Daddy,” he whispers, more apologetic about leaving his dad hanging than actually taking advantage of him.

Peter changes positions so that he can see his dad’s face while he’s doing this. Peter suckles the tip, lapping up any pre-cum that’s slipped out, before sinking down to try and take the whole length into his mouth. Tony is so big though that he’s hit the far end of Peter’s mouth with only half of it inside.

Peter bobs his head, getting a little more in deeper every time but never quite bottoming out so Peter strokes and rubs the part that he can’t fit into his mouth. Tony lets out a heavy sound each time Peter sinks down on him, hips twitching, abs flexing, chasing the pleasure his son is giving him. Peter is getting hard now too, turned on at the thought of making his daddy feel good. He squirms on the bed, grinding his achy, little cock against the mattress.

Peter fumbles for his phone, wanting to capture on camera the way his dad wants him, wanting to show off to his bastard of an ex-boyfriend just how fucking skilled and desirable and sexy he is. How it’s Quentin’s not Peter’s loss that they broke up and-

Peter chokes in surprise as two large hands wrap around his head and pushes him down, forcing the cock in his mouth to slip down his throat. There’s deep groaning sounds from the direction of the headboard as Tony starts thrusting into his son’s mouth, hard and fast. Peter drops the phone, only able to hang on to his dad’s thighs helplessly as he’s face-fucked within an inch of his life. The spill of thick, bitter cum in his mouth is sudden and brimming and while Peter’s throat convulses on instinct to swallow, some still escape his lips and drip down his chin.

Peter pulls off as soon as he feels the grip on his head relinquish.

“Daddy?” Peter coughs, voice raspy and breathless. He looks up but astonishingly, Tony continues to sleep, snoring softly. Peter lets out a giggle, a little hysterical with relief and the absurdity of it all.

Peter rummages the bed for his phone and finds it, looking at himself through the front camera. There’s cum – his dad’s cum – on his face, painting his lips, smearing across his cheek. It looks fucking good on him.

Peter leans down to take a selfie of his cum-splattered face right next to his dad’s spent cock. He sticks out his tongue to scoop up some leftover cum from the tip of that softening cock and takes a photo of that too. Yeah, he looks good like that. That one’s his favourite, he thinks. He sends that photo to Quentin.

let me know when you’ve come to your senses. I’ll help you work things out.

work THIS out, shithead, Peter replies.

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this was supposed to be about 6k, then things happened and i lost steam. so there may be a second part to this where tony catches peter doing it again and i wrote like half of it already. i'll pick it up again if i get my zeal for writing back.

[graceful-starker]

Please Just This Once

Summary: Tony accidentally gets roofied by Peter and Peter takes advantage of this situation.

@starkerfestivals’s bingo square: roofied

(Part 1/2)

Warnings: dubcon, roofies, manipulation, unsafe sex, dark(ish)!Tony and Peter

Notes: Trans!Peter, wc = 2959, Part two either tomorrow or Saturday!

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To be completely fair to Peter, he hadn’t really meant to roofie Tony. The cocktail was supposed to be a non-addictive anxiety medication. It was supposed to help with Tony’s panic attacks. It truly was born out of a place of good intentions.

However, if Peter were a good person, he would have taken Tony straight to medical or let the drugs wear off under his supervision. 

But he’s not, and he didn’t do either of those things. 

“I think…” Tony leans to his left and almost falls out of the chair, before over correcting so harshly he almost falls off the other side. “I think it works too well, kid. I can’t…can’t feel my face.” He clicks his tongue, gulping loudly. “Can I have some water?”

Peter winces a bit, grabbing a glass of water and helping Tony drink some. “Careful…”

Tony’s fingers are wrapped around the glass, but his hand doesn’t seem to want to work. Peter ends up having to continue holding the glass, allowing the older man to guide it. Tony pushes it away after a bit, and sighs loudly. “I need a nap.”

Peter laughs nervously, putting the glass down and putting the back of his hand to Tony’s forehead. “This is what you get for deciding to be my test subject without me knowing,” he says, half joking and half scolding. “You’re warm. I should really…” Tony leans into the touch, and his eyelashes flutter shut, and his mouth hangs half open as he gasps in a breath.

Peter’s entire brain stops. Tony leans into his touch, like he actually wants it. Like it feels nice. And he looks so handsome like this, with his cheeks flushed and his expression fixed like that. He looks…he looks sultry. 

Peter’s own breath hitches, and he pulls his hand away slowly. It sends a shiver down his spine that Tony chases it, leaning forward until he starts to lose his balance, and his eyes flutter open instead. “Tony?” Peter whispers.

Tony hums, swaying just a bit. “I should lay down.”

Peter nods, holding out his hand. “Let’s get you upstairs, Mr. Stark,” Peter says. Tony takes the hand, and mostly falls out of his chair. Peter helps him get his balance, and Tony is able to put one foot in front of the other. It’s an ordeal getting Tony to the penthouse, and Peter almost gives up to just carry him instead, but they finally make it. 

“Peter,” Tony says, and the gravely edge to his voice makes the younger man shiver with want. 

“Almost there,” Peter says, leading Tony into the master bedroom and shutting the door behind them. “Here, sit on the edge of the bed.” 

Tony doesn’t sit so much as fall, and he leans forward into Peter before jerking himself back. “Sorry,” he slurs, eyes half shut. 

It’s almost cute, if Peter didn’t feel so guilty. He sighs again and looks over his mentor, and decides getting his shoes off will be enough for this particular nap. Waking up in jeans probably won’t be the most comfortable, but he’s sure that won’t be the most uncomfortable thing Tony will have to deal with when he wakes up. 

Peter gets on his knees in front of Tony and looks up at the surprised gasp. Tony is staring at him, pupils dark and mouth hanging open. Peter swallows thickly, before tearing his eyes away and removing Tony’s shoes as quickly as he can.

If he were a good person, and he were to do the right thing, Peter would have stood up immediately after and helped Tony lay down to sleep it off. But that isn’t what Peter did. 

Peter stares up at Tony, and slowly puts his hands on Tony’s knees. He keeps them there, testing for what reaction he gets. 

Tony’s Adam's apple bobs, and he moves his eyes slowly between Peter’s hands and his lips. “Peter,” he starts, and seems to immediately forget what he was thinking. 

Peter moves his hands up Tony’s thighs slowly, breathing heavily through his nose as he watches Tony. Tony wouldn’t want this in his right mind, Peter knows that. But he seems to want it now, so it’s okay, right?

“Kid,” Tony says, and his hands come up to stop Peter’s progress. “I need…I need to sleep this off.”

Peter bites his lip, moving his hands back down to Tony’s knees. Tony’s hands move back to support himself behind him on the bed, and Peter takes advantage. He moves his hands back up, on the inside of Tony’s thighs this time, and enjoys the way it makes Tony shiver. He looks up at Tony through his lashes, feeling his cheeks heat under the intense gaze. “Please, Tony?” he whispers, resting his chin on Tony’s knee. “Just the once? I know you don’t want me, but just this once? You can just close your eyes.”

Tony makes a noise in the back of his throat that sounds a lot like a protest, but Peter ignores it. Tony moves to stop Peter again, but he’s clumsy and weak.

Peter pushes past Tony’s hands, reaching up to unzip his pants. Tony makes another noise, but Peter ignores that one too; instead he just pulls Tony’s jeans and boxers down, allowing his slowly hardening cock to be exposed to the room. “Just once, I promise. I just need…just once.”

“Wait,” Tony whispers, one hand coming up to rub at his face, and the other going back to holding himself up. 

Peter ignores him, reaching up and wrapping his hand around Tony’s base. It only takes a couple strokes to get Tony reacting, his cock filling up nicely and getting heavier. Peter scoots closer, breathing an awed puff out on Tony’s head, and watches as it twitches. 

“Kid, wait, I don’t-” Tony cuts himself off, his hand sliding down his face and landing heavily on the bed beside him. 

Peter licks at the head once, just to test, and groans at the taste. He gets up on his knees, pushing his chest into the side of the bed so he can take half of Tony into his mouth with one smooth glide down. He wraps his fist around what he can’t fit, squeezing and pumping in time with the bobs of his head.  

Tony chokes, one hand coming up to rest in Peter’s curls. He doesn’t have the strength to push or pull, but Peter doesn’t mind either way. “Fuck, Peter.”

Peter moans at the way his name sounds on Tony’s tongue like that, all heavy and hot. He bobs his head up and down, licking over the head every time he comes up. He uses every trick he knows, pulls out every stop to make it good for Tony. 

A small voice reminds Peter that he probably won’t remember any of this, with how drugged out he is. But Peter doesn’t care; this is his only chance to have Tony, and he wants Tony to enjoy it. 

“Fuck, wait, Peter. Wait, stop. Stop, Peter,” Tony tugs weakly at Peter’s hair, and Peter pulls off with a pop. “Peter,” Tony says, eyes heavy and lidded. 

“Please,” Peter asks, feeling tears start to build in his eyes. He wants this so badly, and he knows this is his only chance. Peter won’t ever get another chance like this again, he just knows it. Tony won’t ever again want him even half as much as he does right now. 

Tony bites his lip, rubbing a thumb under Peter’s eye. “Don’t cry,” he says softly, sighing when a tear escapes Peter’s left eye. “Fuck, don’t cry.”

“Please, Tony,” Peter asks, moving his hand up and down Tony’s shaft. He blinks and more tears fall, and his heart flutters at the worried frown on Tony’s lips. “Please.”

Tony curses softly, moving his hand behind Peter’s ear and gently pulling him closer. “Okay,” Tony says, guiding Peter back to his cock. “Okay, just don’t cry.”

Peter eagerly takes Tony’s cock back into his mouth, closing his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at Tony’s expression. The guiding hand on the back of his head, while weak, just does something for Peter. He reaches down and grinds into the heel of his hand, using his other hand to stroke Tony’s cock where he can’t reach with his mouth. 

God, he can’t decide if he wants Tony to come down his throat or if he wants to know what it feels like to have Tony inside him. 

If Peter were a good person, he wouldn’t have ever done this in the first place. But if he were to do at least the semi-good thing in this situation, he would have finished Tony off quickly at that point and helped him get to bed and sleep it off. But Peter didn’t do that. 

Peter pulls off again, taking a deep breath and licking at the underside. Tony curses softly, his hips twitching and making his cock rub against Peter’s cheek and bump his nose. He pulls away from Tony just a bit, standing up and getting eye level with the older man. “I’ve wanted you forever,” he says, watching Tony’s face. 

Tony’s eyes widen, and his breath hitches. “Don’t…Peter…”

Peter winces a bit, but he doesn’t want to stop. Even if it hurts a bit that Tony doesn’t want him back; he still wants this, just this once. He pushes his own pants down before pulling his shirt over his head. When he looks back to Tony, the older man is looking at Peter with a hungry expression, eyes roving slowly up and down Peter’s form. 

Tony swallows thickly, his hand moving to rub over his cock as he takes in the view. 

It makes Peter throb with need.

He climbs on the bed, knees bracketing Tony’s hips, resting his hands on Tony’s shoulders. Tony looks back up at Peter’s face, and his eyes unfocus a bit. “Wait, kid, I don’t-I don’t think…Peter-”

Peter kisses him, and it isn’t as sweet as he had always pictured it. Tony doesn’t respond at first, and when he does, he’s clumsy and awkward with his lips and tongue. It only serves to remind Peter of how he’s getting what he wants, and he pulls away with a sad sigh. 

“Don’t cry,” Tony says, his hand coming up to cup Peter’s cheek. “Peter.”

Peter leans into the touch, reaching between them to stroke Tony’s cock. “Please Tony, I want you. I want you inside me. Please?”

Tony stares for a moment, but then he nods slowly. “Okay.”

Peter kisses him again, and it distracts Tony. Peter strokes Tony slowly between them, twisting his hand over the head and collecting pre in his palm. He waits until he’s collected a good amount of it before rubbing it over the rest of Tony's cock. 

He pulls away after a few more seconds of this, getting impatient. He lifts his hips so he can hover over Tony’s cock. He aims Tony’s cock and cups the head as he starts to sink down, hissing at the initial pressure. 

Tony’s eyes widen, and his hands find their way to Peter’s hips. “Wait, Peter-”

Peter sinks a bit lower, biting his lip and groaning anyway. “You’re so big, Mr. Stark,” Peter gasps, rolling his hips in little circles on the way down until he’s seated on Tony’s lap. 

Tony chokes on his words, eyes fluttering in pleasure. “Fuck, Peter. You’re so wet, you’re too tight, I-“

Peter whimpers and clenches around Tony, allowing himself to get used to the stretch. Then he starts to move, finally, slowly at first to get used to the feeling. He moves his hips back and forth, complimenting the up and down motions, breath shaky. 

Tony feels so good inside him. So thick and hot and everything Peter ever thought it would feel like. 

“Peter,” Tony chokes, hands moving up Peter’s sides. 

The younger man moans, picking up the pace and starting to really bounce on Tony’s cock. “Oh, Tony, you feel so-you make me feel so good!”

Tony groans softly, running his hands up and down Peter’s back and looking up at him with dark eyes. “Peter, oh, fuck.” 

Peter throws his head back in pleasure, and Tony takes advantage immediately by licking and biting at Peter’s throat. Peter gasps at every mark Tony leaves, his hips stuttering at the pleasure. “Yes, yes Tony, more,” he breathes the last word, pleasure making him feel hot and dizzy. 

Tony wraps his arms around Peter to pull him close, chest to chest, and pants heavily into Peter’s ear. 

It makes Peter writhe against the other man, makes him clench around Tony’s cock. He throbs with need, and tries to move his hips in a way that will also get stimulation without sacrificing an inch of Tony inside of him. 

“If you keep moving your hips like that, I’m going to come,” Tony warns, and he only slurs his words a little, but it’s so hot in Peter’s ear. 

Peter whines, continuing the motion and tilting his head down so he can lick and bite at Tony’s jaw. “I want it,” Peter mumbles, clenching around Tony. “I want you to come inside me. Please, Tony, I want it so badly, please, just this once.” 

Tony holds Peter tighter, and the younger man can hardly move, whining in Peter’s ear. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, kid,” Tony whispers, kissing Peter’s cheek softly. 

If Peter had been a better person, he would have respected that. If he hadn’t been so lost in his own pleasure in the moment, he would have realized what Tony’s strength and clarity in his words meant. But that isn’t what Peter did. 

“Please,” Peter cries, frustration and desperation clouding everything else. He reaches between them, just barely able to fit his fingers close enough to touch himself. His entire body convulses when he finally reaches, and he gasps desperately into Tony’s ear. “Please, I’m so close.”

Tony groans softly, cupping the back of Peter’s head with one hand and sliding his other hand down to Peter’s hip. It lets Peter start to bounce again, and allows him to touch himself properly, and the way Peter clenches around Tony is making the older man pant. “Then come,” he says, biting at Peter’s earlobe gently. 

Peter gasps and speeds up his fingers, rubbing in quick circles, and sinks as deep on Tony’s cock as he possibly can and crying out as his orgasm overtakes him. Tony holds him through it, cursing through gritted teeth as he tries to hold his own pleasure back. 

Peter falls into Tony when it’s over, clenching sporadically around Tony with aftershocks. He whines softly, rolling his hips lazily. “Please Tony, please come inside of me, please, I need it, just this once.”

“F-fuck,” Tony gasps, hips snapping up into Peter. “Peter, don’t…”

Peter groans in overstimulation, trying to help by meeting his thrusts. “Tony,” he whispers right in Tony’s ear, and that timed with the snap of his hips makes Tony curse and groan loudly, jerking up into Peter and filling him up with his release. 

Tony pants through the orgasm, kissing the skin he can reach. “Peter,” he whispers, nosing under his ear. 

Peter sighs happily, lazily lifting his hips so he can pull off, sliding down to sit in his lap again. Tony’s cock rubs against his ass and twitches once, and Tony grunts softly. 

“Peter?” Tony asks after a few minutes, pausing his hands from rubbing Peter’s sides. 

“Hmm?” Peter asks, nuzzling into Tony’s hair. 

“What’s going on?” he asks, but he doesn’t push Peter away.

If Peter were a good person, he would have told Tony the truth. He would have admitted what he did, and owned up to it, and accepted any consequences that came with his actions thus far. 

But Tony doesn’t remember what happened. And Peter didn’t do that.

Peter, after only the briefest second of panic, gives a nervous giggle and kisses Tony’s temple. “What do you mean?” he asks, pulling away and smiling down at Tony. 

“I mean…what happened? I don’t…I don’t remember…” Tony looks away, biting his lip. 

Peter hums and kisses Tony’s cheek. “You tried my anxiety medication I was working on for you, and it didn’t work the way I wanted.” He kisses down Tony’s neck. “And then I couldn’t get you off of me-not that I’m complaining.”

“Oh?” Tony says, moving his hands down to Peter’s thighs, rubbing over them softly. “I don’t think that’s what happened, sweetheart.”

Peter tenses up, eyes widening just a bit, as he looks at Tony with a mix of horror and confusion. “W-what?”

Tony hums, moving his hands up and around to grab at Peter’s ass. “I think you saw your poor, defenseless mentor unable to fight back, and took advantage. I seem to remember you begging me to fuck you, just the once, because you were under the impression that I didn’t want you.”

Peter stares at him, half wanting to stand up and cover himself and half wanting to beg Tony to explain what he means. “Mr. Stark, I-”

Tony slaps Peter’s ass, only just hard enough to startle the younger man. “Why don’t I show you what I want, since you’re not inclined to ask?”

Peter’s face flames with a mixture of shame and want, and buries his face in Tony’s neck. “Only seems fair,” he agrees, before he’s suddenly pushed on the floor, eyes wide and staring up at Tony on his knees. The sounds of Tony’s previous orgasms dripping out of him onto the floor are obscene and it makes Peter want more inside him. “What do you want me to do?”

[khalixascorner]

In The Depths

Summary: Meroctopus Tony just wants to have his own fry one day, but wants to ensure he has the proper mate to have them with. One day, merguppy Peter catches his attention and Tony decides that the merguppy is going to be his mate. Whether he wants to or not.

Tags: MerOctopusTony, Merguppy Peter, underwater au, Stalking Octopus Tony, Non-con/dub-conned into love, monster fucking,Tentacle Rape, Tentacle Sex, naive peter, Oviposition, The author spent way too much time researching sea creature reproduction and it shows, the author has also never written said stuff before and it shows, hermaphrodite Peter, Mpreg, Pregnant Peter,Squid Beck in Ch. 2, The Author Regrets Nothing, happy ending guaranteed, Dark Tony, sorry if i forget a tag

Read on AO3 Here or read below

Art by the absolutely fantastic @sausageg

Tony first spotted the little merguppy with the pretty blue tail on one of his hunting forays. A school had been swimming above him and a guppy had lagged behind, bright blue fins standing out without the cover the school provided. One of the other guppies called out and the curly haired merguppy was quick to rejoin its school but had peaked Tony’s interest.  

He finished hunting before finding the school again, on the watch for the merguppy with curly hair and the bright blue tail. It didn’t take long for the guppy to fall behind once again, his attention clearly caught by something on the ocean floor. Tony moved closer as he matched his color to rocks and coral surrounding him, intent on staying hidden from the guppy for now. The octopus had to bite back a chuckle as he saw the guppy pick up an interesting shaped shell and slip it in his bag before darting off to rejoin the school again.  

This happened again and again, with the curious guppy filling his bag to the brim before following the school back to their home.  

Tony continued to watch the guppy for days between his hunts, enthralled with the curious eyes and pretty tail. This, he decided, was a mate worth having. Someone with an actual intellect, that could give him offspring without dying and abandoning them like female octopi did. He remembered being a freshly hatched fry and watching his mother fade away to nothing in front of him, unable or unwilling to do anything to stop it. She had used the last of her strength to fend off a predator, leaving both her body and her foe’s for her children to consume. His father had never been around at all, having fulfilled his mating duties then abandoned his offspring.  

Tony didn’t want that for his offspring. He wanted to stay around and he wanted their mother to be there too. Guppies, Tony noted to himself, gave birth to live young, and helped care for them as they taught them to school. Even more interesting was how his blue guppy’s school seemed to be completely hermaphroditic. The more he learned about his little blue guppy, the more perfect he seemed.  

So Tony watched, and waited, and planned until finally the perfect opportunity came. His mate’s school had traveled further from their home than normal, which just happened to take them closer to his den. Tony was already carrying a supply of shells to lure his guppy with, so he swam close and dropped the first one. Then he swam a bit further and dropped the next.  

He continued until he was sure it would be far enough away from the school that he could grab his guppy without attracting attention. Then he waited, trusting his guppy’s keen eye and curiosity to lead him to Tony.  

Tony didn’t have to wait long either. The guppy was swimming from shell to shell, carefully putting them in his bag.  

“Looking for these?” Tony asked, holding out the rarest shell he had found.

The guppy started, staring worriedly at the octopus but still swam closer, carefully taking the shell from the larger mer.

“Thank you, sir,” the guppy said. “I love finding the special shells, you know? Like, what lived in these and why are they shaped this way? It’s so fascinating.”

“It is,” Tony agreed, the guppy’s rambling only reinforcing Tony’s infatuation. “Just like you.”

The guppy jumped, looking at Tony with wide eyes and a pretty flush painting his cheeks.  “I- ah, what?” the guppy asked, clearly confused and unsure. His warm earthy eyes dropped to the shell in his hands, though his eyes kept darting to Tony.  

“You’re a very interesting guppy,” Tony said, pulling out a glowing lichen covered shell that he had meant to save for later. “Not many think to ask why things are or even what, but you, my precious guppy, look so closely at everything around you.”

Tony pulled the guppy’s hands into his and gently deposited the shell. Then he leaned in and stole a quick kiss to the cheek while the guppy was distracted.  

“My name is Tony,” he said, letting a few of his tentacles trail gently over the guppy, spreading oh so tiny amounts of his poison so that the guppy would be more easily convinced to return home with him. “What’s yours?”

“I’m P-Peter, sir,” the guppy replied shyly.  

“Well, Peter, I have many more interesting things back in my den, if you’d like to see them,” Tony offered, rubbing his tentacles on the guppy more, though still keeping his touch gentle and light. “It’s not far from here so you’d be back to your school in no time.”

Tony had no intention of letting Peter slip away if they proved as compatible as he thought they would, but the little guppy didn’t need to know that.  

“I-I don’t know if I can,” Peter murmured, glancing around nervously. “What if I can’t find the school again?”

“Don’t worry, little guppy,” Tony repliedsoothingly. “I know my way around here really well and I’m sure I can get you home again if we need to.”  

Peter knew he probably shouldn’t go with the stranger, but he was so curious and there was something just mesmerizing about the mer-octopus. He was handsome and didn’t trigger any of Peter’s flight or fight responses, so surely it would be ok to just take a peek.  

With a shy nod, he followed Tony back to his den. The octopus kept brushing him gently with his tentacles but Peter thought nothing of it. His school would touch fins to confirm location and just stay aware of each other, and he assumed it was no different for the other.  

By the time they reached the well hidden den, Peter was starting to feel a little off, but he brushed it aside, excited to see what the octopus wanted to show him.  

“Here we go, Peter Pie,” Tony said with a flourish. Peter gasped as he looked around, seeing all sorts of shells and shiny bits decorating the den.  

“This is amazing,” Peter said, darting from display to display before he caught sight of the fanciest nest he had ever seen. “You have a mate?”

“Yes, if he’ll have me,” Tony said, his voice husky. “I’ve been trying to court him though I don’t think he realizes it yet.”

“You should be more upfront then, at least that’s what my aunt always says,” Peter said, still looking around. “Sometimes they just don’t realize it.”

“You’re right, I should,” Tony said, swimming closer to Peter. “But I don’t want to scare him away either.”

“I’m sure as long as you’re gentle and honest, it’ll go just fine,” Peter said, finally turning to face Tony. He froze when he saw the dark look on the octopus’ face. “Tony?”

Nervousness finally bubbled in him as Peter floated backward, only to hit the nest.  

“I’ve been watching you for a while now, Peter,” Tony said softly as he floated closer. “You’re so curious and intelligent, especially for a guppy, and still so kind too.”

Tony’s tentacles were touching him again, and Peter wanted to run but his body felt frozen. Tears leaked from his eyes only to be gently brushed away by Tony’s hand.

“Don’t cry, little guppy,” Tony said, tentacles grabbing more firmly even as he cupped Peter’s face in his hands. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to claim you as my mate.”

Tony placed a gentle kiss on Peter’s lips, then deepened it, causing Peter to gasp as Tony’s tongue pushed into his mouth. His body was still frozen and his heart was pounding in his chest, but the shudder that came next wasn’t from fear. Tony’s tentacles were rubbing along him gently, teasing his sensitive skin with every pass while suckers would occasionally latch on. Then they slid down his tail, teasing at his fins. A warmth he had never felt bubbled in his lower half and he couldn’t help the trill that slipped free.

“That’s it, little guppy,” Tony soothed. “Just relax and let me help you feel good.”

Peter let out a startled yelp when a tentacle started rubbing over his dorsal slit. He felt something warm and slick touch him, but he couldn’t do anything but whimper and trill as his body was still frozen.    

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“Shhhh, it’s ok, baby,” Tony murmured as he moved Peter into the seaweed nest.  

He used a tentacle to spread more and more slick on the guppy’s slit before pushing just the tip into him. The merguppy was tight around his tentacle, but he simply lengthened it to slide in easier then let it thicken slowly as he stretched Peter. As the natural relaxants did their job, Tony allowed the tentacle to thicken more before starting to thrust it in and out, each time sliding a bit further into the trilling mer.

“That’s right, such a good guppy,” Tony cooed. “You’re taking me so well. Can’t wait to see you stuffed full of my eggs. You’ll make such a good carrier for them. Won’t abandon them or let yourself die after a single one like an octopus would.”

Peter whimpered beneath him, muscles twitching as he tried to fight the mild paralytic Tony had used on him.  

“Please, Tony, please, it’s too much,” Peter cried as Tony pushed more of his tentacle into the boy’s slit.  

“You can do it,” Tony soothed. “Just a bit more, little guppy. You can take it.”

Tony thrust in and out more firmly even as his other tentacles continued to touch everywhere he could reach. He leaned down and captured a budding nipple between his teeth, playing with the other with his hand as yet another limb teased at Peter’s lips before slipping in. His guppy groaned around the intrusion and twitched weakly beneath him.

Tony smirked, sucking harder and nipping at the nipple in his mouth before switching over to the over side. He kept the thrusting in the guppy’s mouth shallow, but in time with the thrusting in his slit.  

Peter whined and trilled as Tony worked him up more and more. Tony noticed Peter’s fins fluttering and caught sight of what he wanted. His little guppy had a penile fin that would harden and excrete what he needed to fertilize his eggs, but Tony would have to catch it in and stuff it into Peter’s slit after the eggs were deposited. Luckily Tony had already prepared a tightly woven bag to catch it in. 

A particularly hard suck caused Peter’s body to tighten around his tentacle, and Tony hurried to line his bag up with the fin he needed even as his tentacles picked up speed. He wasn’t close to completion yet but he would happily push his guppy past his limits. He could gather extra cum this way too.

Peter came hard around his tentacles, his whole body seizing tightly before the poor guppy passed out, overwhelmed by the pleasure Tony was showing him.  

Peter’s loosened body allowed Tony to slip his tentacle in further until he found what he was looking for. As a hermaphrodite, Peter had the pouch for growing fry, even if it wasn’t necessarily meant for octopus eggs. Distantly Tony wondered if breeding his guppy this way would activate the latent genes. Then they could have a second batch of fry for their shoal that would have Peter’s eggs instead.  

The thought of breeding Peter again as he fucked into the limp guppy finally pushed Tony over the edge. He pushed his tentacle as far in as he dared and let the eggs pump through it. Peter moaned around the thick tentacle that was still stuffed in his mouth. Tony didn’t withdraw it even as Peter’s eyes flew open and his body tightened around him, wanting his guppy to be full of nothing but him.    

Peter tried to trill and cry but the tentacle stuffed in his mouth effectively gagged him. He watched in mixed horror and fascination as his scales bulged. Everything felt so full and just on the border of too much, especially with the thick limb in his mouth still thrusting gently in time with the even larger one in his slit.

Peter couldn’t help drifting mentally as his body was held in Tony’s tentacles, unable to move or speak. He lost track of time entirely, only coming back to himself when the tentacle in his mouth was finally removed. The one in his slit soon followed, and Peter sagged in relief. He still felt too full, but it felt more bearable with the thick tentacle gone.  

“Shhh, you did so well, my precious mate,” Tony murmured to him, one tentacle petting his hair gently. “We’re just about done, and then we can rest properly.”

“No, please,” Peter begged, panic welling up in him at the thought of being filled any more. “I can’t.”

“It’s ok, little guppy,” Tony soothed. “Just this one last thing.”

Peter sobbed as Tony’s tentacles cradled him. It was loving and likely would have calmed him if not for the tentacle prodding at his sore slit. It pushed in, and Peter groaned in pain when it felt like something rough was catching against his rim. Then it slipped in and Peter felt the strangest sensation, like something warm was squirted into him, before the tentacle pulled back again. He almost relaxed only to tense when another tentacle pushed in. It wiggled around and there was a sharp pressure that drew a high pitched trill from him before the pressure faded and the tentacle finally withdrew.  

Tony kept him cradled as Peter sniffed and whined.

“I’m sorry, little guppy,” Tony said as he rocked Peter, nuzzling his neck as he pulled Peter’s back against his chest, curling around Peter in the nest. “Just had to make sure they got fertilized and that they wouldn’t fall out before it’s time. I’ll pull the sponge out once they’re close to hatching and it won’t hurt you in the meantime, I promise.”

“Fer-fertilized?” Peter asked hesitantly, still not fully understanding what had happened.  

“I put our eggs in your pouch,” Tony told him. “Then I collected your sperm to fertilize them with. I’m just making sure they fertilize properly now.”

Peter felt numb as the reality of the situation hit him fully.  

“Our eggs?”

“Well, mine technically. Your carrier genes haven’t been activated so you didn’t have any,” Tony explained cheerfully. “If they do though, I’ll give you fry with your eggs too. Anything for my beloved.”

“What about my school?” Peter asked, already mourning the loss of his family and friends.  

“You can go visit after the fry are born, of course,” Tony assured him. “I won’t keep you from them, although I hope you’ll help me build a shoal of our own fry.”

“You- you mean it?” Peter asked shyly.

“Of course, you have my word Peter,” Tony told him seriously. “As soon as the fry are old enough not to need you. We don’t want to risk them following you and getting hurt or anything though.”

Peter nodded along, his hand resting atop the bulge of his stomach. He wouldn’t want to endanger their young. Even though they were still eggs, he already knew he would love them. His brain tried to imagine what they’d look like and if they’d be more like octopi or guppies.    

As Peter fell into hazy day dreams, Tony was making his own plans for their future. After all, it wouldn’t be hard to put a new batch of eggs in Peter while the fry were still little so that his guppy would never leave him.

[stuckonstarker]

Peter wakes up in a cold room. The first thing he notices is that everything is white. The floor, the ceiling, the walls are all a sanitized shade of white. It's worsened by the fact that clinical lights hang above. It gives it an empty, eerie hospital feeling.

He looks around, desperately searching for answers. He finds none. Even the bed he is on is pure white.

There doesn't even seem to be a door. So, naturally, he starts banging on the walls.

Hours pass before a voice rings through the room: "Peter, you've been chosen by the Stark Breeding Program."

"The what?" Peter asks, though he has a sinking feeling he already knows what that is.

He's been an omega for a short while now. He's heard of breeding programs before. They buy (or kidnap) omegas and breed them full of pups over and over and over again. The main goal is to get a litter of strong alphas or fertile omegas. But, Peter's never heard of a Stark Breeding Program.

"Feel honored, little one, you've beaten out thousands of other young omegas. Today you will be impregnated with Tony Stark's children."

Peter practically passes out. The white walls spin and the floor moves beneath his feet. This cannot be happening. There is no way this is happening.

"You're even prettier than I imagined."

Peter lets out a loud noise and spins around to come face-to-face with the Tony Stark.

"What's happening?" Peter asks.

Tony says, "I chose you, honey. I'm gonna pound my cum into you until you can't take it anymore."

Peter's stomach swirls pleasantly at his vulgar words. No alpha has ever spoken to him like that before. He says, "My aunt wouldn't sell me."

He knows that for sure. May is far too protective to ever pawn him off like that.

"I have ways of getting what I want, baby." Tony says, "You're gonna learn that real quick."

[unapologeticallytheworst]

Hey so I saw that wip tag game thing going around and it looked like fun. Plus with how many of the moots did the “if you want to” thing, I think I can consider myself tagged. Lol

Fair warning some of this pure fluff and some of it is dubcon/noncon. You're playing Russian Roulette. Also most of my stuff doesn't get a title til late in the process so lots of weird working titles. Everything is starker (or adjacent like starkerstrange) unless otherwise marked.

So send me an ask with the title of one of my wip and I'll give you an excerpt or a summary or something 💗💗💗

Writing

Lost Weekend chap 3

Dirty Little Secret

Vacation

Nobody Does It Better

Super villain blunt rotation

Whoops! I saved the universe and ended up with a harem?

I miss urban fantasy

The spooky one

My sweet (stoki)

Why do you do that? (sambucky)

Art

Hand study (turned into a real piece whoops)

Living up to the name

Needs better references (stony)

Why haven't I seen this 800 times already (Loki)