Starker

Tony has tied Peter to their bed multiple times during sex. That's how they've always done it, and Peter is fine with it. So Peter is surprised when he comes home one day, only to find Tony waiting for him, arms spread and tied to their bed. Ready for him to take what he needs.

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...when Tony was gone for so long. He wasn't supposed to worry, it wasn't his job to worry. It was his job to be patient and concentrate on his job and his part of the deal. That was what he agreed to.

And he had agreed. He wanted to be in Tony's bed, and these were the conditions. Tony would be gone sometimes. Peter was welcome to hang out in the penthouse when he wanted... it certainly was a quiet place to study. Not to mention the projects he was still working on in the lab. He was here by invitatoin.

But he wasn't working on homework. He wasn't working in the lab. He was laying on Tony's bed, head against Tony's pillow. Trying to catch the scent of him. Not that it was any use... Tony had been gone too long.

《 Prompt: sexidents / sex accidents 》

"Fuck, so tight, kid," Tony moans into Peter's mouth as he thrusts his fat cock inside Peter, the younger man beneath him was already cock-drunk and hazy, with his doe eyes dark and dilated as he lets out mewls that makes Tony's ego soar.

"Sir— oh, so good! Uh, uh– fuck—" Peter babbles incoherently arching his back off the surface, Tony could feel the kid's blunt nails digging into his shoulders and it motivated Tony to fuck the kid harder, he lowers his mouth and takes Peter's nipple in between his teeth as he bites while he digs his cock deeper inside Peter.

"You like that, kiddo? You like my cock so much— fuck— I'll give you my cock—" Tony's dirty talk was cut off when he reared his head back hard, the back of his head thumping harshly against the roof of the solid metal lab table, how the fuck did they end up fucking under a lab table anyway?!

Tony lets out a pained groan and Peter's coherence came back as soon as he heard Tony's groan, the kid scrambled carefully, his cock slipping out of Peter's hole as the younger man cradled his head, Peter gasps when he touches the bump, "oh my god, Mr. Stark! You're bleeding! Fuck— we need to— oh god, we need to get you to the med bay!" The kid exclaimed worriedly.

He really couldn't keep up, his eyesight blurring at the throbbing pain behind his head. He could feel Peter dressing him and practically carrying him to the med bay before he passed out the moment they entered the sterile quarters.

Tony doesn't know how long he was out but the moment he fluttered his eyes open, he could see his younger boyfriend's pouting lips and red cheeks, arms crossed over his chest, "hey, kiddo, how many hours was I out?" Tony called out, Peter was instantly beside him despite the blush and pout.

"Only you, Tones."

Tony stiffens at the voice, he doesn't look at the direction where the voice came from, he looks into Peter's eyes, "am I dead or did I just hear Platypus?" Tony murmurs, Peter huffs and helps him in an upright position, "he forced me to tell him the truth," the kid says with an embarassed tone. The groan Tony lets out was audible as he finally looked at his best friend who had a wolfish grin on his face.

"Only you would get a concussion from fucking your boy," Rhodey commented with a teasing grin, Peter groans beside him, and Tony just wants to activate a repulsor and charge at the Colonel six ways to Sunday.

What he did do, was much worse: he loved Peter.

He opened up his lab, his penthouse, his heart to him. He makes time for him, he talks about his problems and listens to Peter's in return.

He works with Peter in the lab and after a few hours it's Tony who ushers them out, because he worries about Peter eating enough.

It's Tony in the kitchen, cooking his mother's recipes for his boy. Tony is the one to offer a movie night instead of going back to the lab, because any time with Peter is perfect for him and movie's are a great excuse to cuddle.

Tony is the one to fall asleep with Peter in his arms.

If it were sexual, if Tony was just having a midlife crisis and finding release in a sexy, younger thing that would've been - not acceptable, but not unusual for a rich, famous man. To be expected in a manner of speaking.

The fault would've been totally and entirely on Tony. She could've blamed it on her aging body and moved on.

The emotional infidelity is so. much. worse. Because even though she did everything right, even when she was the one being wronged she couldn't help wonder what she did wrong.

Because she never got that space in the lab; the consideration of a shared time; the intimacy of family recipes; the trust of falling asleep together.

And, oh, it burns.

(Tony firmly believes he is doing the moral and noble thing by not actually doing anything explicitly sexual with Peter.

My.

God

“Pete, today is a special day you know why ?”

“Why Daddy ? Is it my birthday ?”

“No little one.”

“Hey! Don’t laugh at me!”

“Im laughing because you’re adorable. Stop pouting now.”

“Why special day?”

“Because I found Mr. Bear and Fluff.”

“Mr. Bear and Fluff ?”

“Yeah… They were my stuffies when I was a kid.”

“Your stuffies ? Daddy I wanna see them!”

“Yeah I figured that. There they are.”

“Daddy I love them! They are both bears! I love bears! Did you love bears like me ?”

“Mhmh, I did. And you know.. Daddy is too busy to take care of them now, plus I have you, I don’t need stuffies anymore, there’s nobody I want to take care more of that you, Pete. So what do you say about adopting Mr. Bear and Fluff ?”

“Yes! I’ll take care really good Daddy I promise! I love them already.”

Peter being the son of another avenger like Bucky or something. And sure Bucky wants his son to be happy, but does it have to be with Tony?

"Mr. Parker" - an abo Starker ficlet 🌸

Summary: Morgan wants to return a book to the library because she was smitten by this "Mr. Parker" so Tony indulges the young Alpha not knowing he'll meet someone he least expected to meet.

Tags: Librarian Peter Parker, Iron Man Tony Stark, Alpha Tony Stark, Omega Peter Parker, Imprinting, Morgan is a matchmaker, Smitten Tony Stark

He tells her to scan the room.

Waking up with Peter in his bed, with Peter in his arms.  Was there a better feeling on this planet, or in any other?  Peter sitting up to rub the sleep out of his eyes, to yawn and stretch, to reach for his phone and then dismiss it, looking happily down at Tony before laying back down again.  Tony was happy.  Tony was on cloud nine.

That was his only thought as he inquired about Peter’s day, Peter’s plans, Peter’s agenda.  As Peter reached for his phone again and started talking, Tony only had one thought in his head.  This was too good to be true.  This was paradise.

Then paradise stood up and began to climb out of bed, then stopped.  

“I have to tell you something.”

Tony’s chest tightened.  He didn’t know how the kid did it - Tony had once flown a bomb into an alien wormhole and the only panic he felt came years later - but this kid could do it.  Say the one thing that made his whole body cold and his forehead sweat.  It was uncanny… like this kid had superpowers, or something….

“Yeah… it’s… okay this is really hard…”

There he was sitting, like a vision on Tony’s bed, naked as the day he was born, grinning in the afterglow and, supposedly, headed off to take a shower when he had stopped short and sat down again.  He was taking deep breaths before speaking.  Tony couldn’t breathe at all.

“... because I really like you…. THIS.  I mean I really like this.  Kind of a lot.  Like it’s… gosh the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me.  And that includes going into outer space with you.  And I don’t… I don’t want you to think…”

Tony opened his mouth but nothing came out.  Of course.  The superpowered miracle in his bed was about to break up with him.  What else was there for a mere human to say?

 “Oh gosh, I mean I hope you don't kick me out of the penthouse for this but…”

“Peter!”  Tony said, finding his voice at last.  Right now the boy was blushing slightly and looking like an angel from some extra-divine level of heaven.  Only Tony was pretty sure the extra-divine levels of heaven wouldn’t approve of older mentors taking their 20-something mentees to bed on occasion.  On many occasions.  Okay on all occasions when they weren’t out saving the world.

But it was no-strings-attached-sex, Tony had insisted.  It could start and stop whenever Peter wanted and there would be no consequences… Tony insisted… no consequences for saying “yes” but also no consequences for saying “no” either.  Tony had made that crystal clear… hadn’t he??  He had to make it clear once again.  

“Peter,” he scolded, sitting up at last.  Peter was sitting crosslegged on Tony’s massive Alaska King - Tony copied him and now they sat knee-to-knee to talk.  As if Tony didn’t have a care in the world.  As if he weren’t steeling himself to receive the bad news that Peter was done with the “benefits” part of the “friends with benefits.”  

Steeling himself?  He was Iron Man.  He was Iron-ing himself.  He would survive this.

He could survive having his heart ripped out by this young boy, couldn’t he?  Hadn’t his heart suffered more damage than this?

“...Robin… you are always going to be welcome in the Batcave.”  Even if it meant Peter would go back to sleeping in his room and Tony would lay down in this cold, huge bed.  Heartbroken and alone.  “So don’t talk like that.  You know none of this…”  He waved his hand around the rumpled sheets.  “You know this isn’t what matters.  Just… tell me anything you want.”

For a moment, Peter’s face fell in disappointment.  And Tony realized he would move heaven and earth to wipe that look of disappointment off Peter’s face.  Even if it meant Peter didn’t want to get naked with him anymore, Tony would have to be okay with that.  As long as Peter was happy.

“Anything, Peter,” Tony found his mouth saying now.  He hooked his hand around the back of Peter’s head and pulled their foreheads close.  “I mean it,” he said, and was surprised to find he was sincere.

Peter took another deep breath.

“I really need you to…”

Another deep breath.  He touched their foreheads together.  Then he leaned into Tony’s embrace to lay his head on Tony’s shoulder, whispering into the older man’s embrace.  

“I really need you to stay closer after I… after you make me come.  I mean… I mean we don’t have to snuggle-snuggle… but…”

Tony moved his legs out the way and wrapped his arms around the boy, pulling him close.

“I mean… I guess… maybe I do?” Peter asked, sounding slightly relieved.  “Need to snuggle, I mean… just for a moment, not forever…”

“Oh kid, of course, why didn’t you just ask?” Tony said, or would have, if he could have spoken.  Instead he was just pulling Peter’s head to his chest and rocking him back and forth.  So the kid couldn’t see.  So the kid couldn’t see his face breaking with relief, with gratitude.  Peter wasn’t ending this ill-conceived mismatched sexual liaison… not yet.  Not today.  Tony still had a few days left in paradise.    

“...and… I don't know but… if maybe you could…”  Peter was continuing, feeling bolder.  Tony kissed the side of his face in encouragement.  

“What, baby?”

“…if you could talk to me.  Afterward.  Just a little, I mean.  Your voice is such a turnon… but after I come it just goes away completely and that leaves me feeling… unmoored.”  

And Tony Stark, the man Pepper had described as a “wall of sound,” the man who had driven lovers mad with his inability to stop talking after sex, the man who had spent a solid decade disappearing after sex just to avoid his struggles to avoid conversation, that Tony Stark, said yes.

He said it calmly, of course.  He held his young lover tight and chuckled at Peter’s embarrassment, explaining that the only way for the two of them to be good in bed together was to practice, and making a few obscene suggestions along the way.  Peter was all grins and snuggled into Tony’s embrace, gladly engaging in the conversation, making suggestions of his own, and generally expressing relief.  And Tony…

…Tony was laughing at himself.  Laughing in relief.  He had made such an effort to stay silent in bed, to leave Peter alone, to give Peter his space.  But what if he didn’t have to do that?  What if he didn’t have to try so hard?  He was all grins now, just like the boy in his arms.

At first it’s still pretty easy, when Peter is barely showing and his only symptoms are morning sickness

But soon enough Peter gets a really pretty bump which prevents him from bending down at all, so Tony starts helping him dress. And then his little tits start growing and aching and Tony helps by massaging them until they start leaking milk very early and Tony starts carefully milking his son every so often

And then the phase starts where Peter is incredibly horny all the time. At first Tony tries to help by giving Peter time alone, but soon Peter can’t reach his little cock by himself anymore so he starts grinding on Tony’s leg whenever Tony milks him. And soon after that Tony gives in and starts stroking Peter’s twitching dick as well