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Such as this wip that's been sitting in my Google drive for... oh shit 3 years-
Baby Stark Do do(Part 1)
Tony had a strange feeling about the meeting he was invited to hosted I Japan but pushed it aside after Pepper forced him to go despite his conplaints. He had been before with the same people and still shuddered at the memory of eating live octopus but relations were important and they were a large client of their easy to use products.
“Shake it off, nothing bad is going to happen.” He grumbles to himself as he fixed his sleeves. He had to admit he felt incredibly guilty about the idea of eating the poor thing alive which meant he would try everything he could to not condemn an innocent sea life to an unnaturally cruel death.
>Ah Stark! It is nice to see you again, come come.< His host greets excitedly leading him to the table. Tony mentally groaning when he saw the dishes with squirming tentacles. His was different though, a cup rather than a fish, decorated designs on it.
>I have to say I wasnt expecting octopus again.< He says calmly as he takes his seat, the other members taking their seats infront of the dishes. Much to his relief they weren't living anymore, maybe his wasn't either.
>We got you something special, it isn't exactly octopus.< the host says plucking his own octopus up with chop sticks. Tony riases a brow at that and popped his lid off of the cup his heart nearly stopping when a tiny and terrified face peered back at him. There was no way he was leaving without saving this kid..even if it was risky and going to be utterly terrifying for the kid and they would probably eat him if he didnt. If he drank enough water there shouldn't be any ill effects.
Peter wasnt sure what was happening after he had been caught by weird and large land creatures but they stashed him away with other sea creatures that had tentacles like him. He got a pretty good idea of what was going to happen to him when a few of the staff members proceed to kill the friends he had made. He tried to stay away but they put him in a cup and sealed it. He didn't understand why they wanted to eat him! They looked like him just..odder
“Please please no! Please.” He tries begging when his prison was opened, trying to climb out, two wood sticks stopped him however, the rude land creature who trapped him with said sticks saying something in the language he didnt understand before lifting him up. He knew that English was a land creatures tongue but that's not what they were speaking!
He whimpers trying to grasp tightly onto the wood as the air form the land creatures mouth hits him. It was strange at how upset the creature looked. He stared back at the creature refusing to let go of the wood. He didnt want to be chewed up like the other friends he had made, or chopped up.
“Please let me go.” He whimpers. He flinches at the sigh of teeth hating he didnt even get an answer. The other land creatures laugh at him making all his hope of being saved disapate. He clings onto the wood as he was lowered down, the heat making him shudder in utter fear. He didnt want to die, he didnt want to be chewed up!
“P-please I dont wanna die.” Peter almost sobs at this point. He squeezes his eyes shut clinging desperately onto the wood as he felt the warmth incase him. It didnt matter apparently because soon enough the land creatures tongue pushed him off, the wood disappearing instantly.
It was warm and slick in the land creature's mouth and he found himself waiting for the next move. He yelps at the awkward swallow surprised he wasnt taken down with it. That was cruel the land creature was toying with him. He sniffles and rubs his face grimacing when it just left a slick trial of saliva. He was surprised when the mouth opened again, cool water rushing into him and dragging him down with ease.
Tony felt awful for the small thing he really did, even more so at the poor things begging and pleading. As long as he kept drinking water the kid would be fine, probably freaked out by fine. He squares his shoulders as he takes a large gulp of his water feeling something cold and wiggly slip into his throat. It wasnt a pleasant experience, even more so when he felt the small thing squeeze into his stomach. God he could practically feel every movement. He quickly finished his glass, asking for another. Might as well make the kids stay as pleasant as possible.
He sighs shakily, resting a hand subtly over his middle lightly rubbing where the squirming mass was. He could do this.. surely the meeting wouldn't last very long.
It was a long meeting with the kid squirming around in his stomach but after 20 minutes the kid seemed to get he was alright. Tony was quick to duck into the hallway the second the meeting ended, pressing the area he felt the small weight settled in. He winces when a startled but muffled yelp sounded out.
"Woah there kiddo, how you doing in there?” He asks quietly as he heads down the hall. He felt ridiculously full with all the water he had drunken that meal but Hey the kid was alive. He could feel the small things tentacles wriggling around.
“P-please can I come out?”
This kid was going to tear his heart apart he swore. He glances around as he heads to his jet, relaxing now that he was alone. “Of course, just give me a second.” He murmurs softly heading to the bathroom.
He frowns and starts filling the sink up with warm water, the kid squirming around anxiously as if he was going to be digested any second. Considering where he was Tony didnt blame him, his stomach letting a gurgle of protest out as the water sloshed at the movements.
“Alright kid brace yourself.” He says grimacing. He takes a deep breath before sticking a finger down his throat gagging heavily a few times before water started trickling out. He grunts slightly and sticks his finger down further gaging loudly before he felt something slip back his throat and plop into his hand. He let's a shaky breath out quickly dipping the small thing into the awaiting water.
He grimaces and wipes his mouth relived the kid seemed alright, nervous and looking around but alright.
Peter almost missed the soft walls and darkness of the area but he was grateful to be out. “So...it’s nice to eat you and everything, I’m Tony Stark.”
“M’ Peter.”
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haha unrestrained summer fun- aka no asks means you all suffer- heres the cafe version of these two dumbasses.
Tony would rather not go into the Café, but the other option was...bloody and surprisingly not a lot of inmates were sent to death row which meant it was quickly running out. Another thing was losing control like that despite being oddly satisfying was terrifying. What if someone he cared about got lost in the bloodlust? A shiver runs down his spine at the thought being the last push to walk inside the obviously bright café.
It was a standard one, bright colors, the whole store full of customers with plates, bowls, cups with small people sitting beside food. It made his own stomach queasy to thing of some poor thing having to sit in the mess. They didn’t look to happy either. He takes a seat and a deep breath in as he glances at the menu. The best option would most likely be tea, not to hot or sticky to be in so he placed his order at the button menu at his table.
5 minutes later a waiter came out with a serving plate, a peppy smile on her face. “Good morning, sir! I have your green tea for you, and our specialized prey to properly enhance the flavor. Peter give the drink a sweet taste with hints of a sweet fruit, very popular.” She explains setting his mug down in front of him. The boy stares up at him with wide eyes before shame dances in those honey brown eyes and the gaze is broken.
“Is that everything for you sir? Our scones go well with this drink and the option of two prey comes with that.” The waiter adds on with a smile, drawing his attention back to her. “This is it for me, thanks.” He reassurance with a press smile. Still, he waits for her to leave before turning his attention to the small boy in the mug. “Peter, was it?”
He makes sure to keep his voice soft as to not scared the poor thing. All he gets is a short nod, the boy’s shoulders drawing in slowly. God, he hated how defeated the small thing looked. “I know this isn’t ah...ideal… here how about we get you out of there hmm?” He prompts softly offering his hand to the boy. Peter’s eyes flick from his hand to his face nervously a few times before he clears his throat.
“U-um...I..we...the prey isn’t supposed to leave the dish until the customer’s finished sir.” The quite voice finally says, breaking the silence. And god that rule only made his blood boil...still it wouldn’t be comfortable to sit in the tea but drinking it while the small thing was trapped in the mug?
“Well, that’s a shitty rule.” He states plainly cupping his hands around the mug. He wanted nothing more than to pluck the boy out of the drink and tuck him safely in his pocket but that’s not what he was here to do. Peter just shrugs, refusing to look him in the eyes. Well, that was something that wasn’t sitting well with him.
He takes a small breath in before gently tilting the boy’s chin up with the tip of his fingertip. Peter was chewing on his lip nervously, small hands resting nervously on his finger. He could feel the small thing shaking horribly, like a nervous little dog.
“Listen kid...I don’t want to be the bad guy here, and you have every right to feel terrified of me, but I don’t want you to be scared…So lets just chat for a bit before we get down to business hmm?
It was a painful few seconds but after a bit he gets a meek nod from the boy. It takes a few more minutes more before the boy even says anything, but he waits, his tail swishing behind him anxiously.
“I... I’m scared and..and disappointed in myself cause you’re...you’re Tony Stark and I really didn’t want to meet you like…this.” IT was brutally honest and made his entire being sink down to the floor. “Like what?” He prompts wanting to keep the boy talking. The silence seemed suffocating truthfully.
“Like food. You’re like one of the greatest mind in the world and m’ just here like...like a lemon slice.” The boy sounded like he was son the brink of tears now, the trembling back full force, enough to make a parental croon escape him. God he barely even knew the small thing and he was already pulling at things he wasn’t even aware he had.
“Kid, you’re not food. You’re just taking a job that you need and besides, I’ve been told you’re more fruity that citrusy.” He teases softly making sure to keep his tone light. Thankfully, it got an unsure smile from the boy and was enough to make him relax a tad. Maybe less food centric jokes and he could get the boy to trust him.
Another silence falls over them, Tony having to resist the urge to bring the mug up to his lips. He didn’t want to kill the small trust he had with this small boy. Unfortunately, his stomach decided to make its presence known by growling loudly. Peter’s eyes widen drastically flicking from his face to his middle nervously, small hands grasping the lip of the mug.
“Not yet.” He reassures immediately using the tip of a finger to lightly brush the boy’s hair from his face. Peter barely even flinched at the motion which he was automatically making down as a win. He didn’t want to just gulp the poor thing down, it seemed rude besides he was so young. He sighs softly leaning against the booth grimacing at the squeak the odd material let out.
“So..why don’t you tell me about yourself...ah if you want to at least, I’m more than happy to ramble if you like.” He would much rather have the boy feel safe enough to open up but that probably wouldn’t happen the first time...First time? When was this spot going to become his regular? When Peter didn’t answer, and he gave the kid a decent breath to do so he continued.
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Tony wasn’t sure how long he talked or about what all he talked about, but he was ale to coax a few giggles or smiles out of the otherwise mute boy. The mug was finally cooling down, or at least he felt like it was. As much as he would love to drag this out, he would need to swallow the kid down soon it couldn’t be comfortable to be sitting in cold tea like that.
“I hate to cut this party short but I’m sure you’re not exactly comfortable in there.” He says after a moment of silence. The crestfallen look the kid gave him was enough to make him feel like he had just stabbed a puppy in front of the kid. “I know I know I suck.” He sighs his shoulders slumping. There was no way he was drinking the tea while the kid was still inside, or when he had the small thing snugly tucked away. He tightens his grip around the mug hating at the panicked look he received.
“This is how it’s going to go alight? I’m not...the tea isn’t going with you, what I’m going to do is slip you inside. You can set the pace and everything. That seem fair?”
He didn’t get a verbal response exactly, but Peter seemed more at ease with how the whole thing had been explained. Still, he hated how much fear those eyes held when he was looked at. “I’m going to pick the cup up; I’ll go as smooth as possible.” With the warning out of the way he slowly lifted the ceramic up to his face, an odd feeling washing over him immediately. He had never felt such an odd feeling of protect before, well he had but this was different...more deep seeded. “Bottoms up, ey kid?” That got a small smile from the boy which was good enough for him.
He parts his lips slowly, resting his tongue over his fangs to avoid any mishaps. Last thing he wanted was to traumatize the boy even more and knick him on one. HE gently tips the cup towards his slightly open maw, tensing when he felt small hands brace themselves on his tongue. The green tea taste was there sure, but Peter’s taste was something entirely different, like a warm berry taste. Sweet, but not overly.
The muscle twitches eagerly under the boy but nothing happens other than a barely audible whine. That weird feeling surged inside his chest again, Tony needing to tense to keep from pulling the small thing fully into his maw. He couldn’t he knew that it would scare the kid and break the minimum trust they had going on. Instead, he crooned quietly back in response.
He wasn’t exactly able to see the boy, but he could feel some of the tension ease up. Soon the hands moved, and he felt the boy slowly start climbing more onto his tongue. The muscle twitches again as he waited for the form to fully settle and be supported before slowly puling the boy fully inside his mouth. He didn’t dare close his mouth not wanting to seal the boy into darkness so quickly.
Small hands poke around his mouth after a few seconds, the tense little body relaxing more and more as he got used to the area. He let the boy have free reign, only lightly poking him away from the fangs when he seemingly got too close.
When he nudged the kid the last time a small giggle escaped the boy. It was something he hadn’t expected to hear from Peter, well not this soon at least. The corners of his lips twitch up mischievously before he starts lapping at the boy and doing his best to target each ticklish spot on the small body. His reward was Peter downright squealing with laughter, thrashing around as he tried to avoid his ticklish fate. It was oddly cute.
After a moment he gave Peter a break, letting a soft chuckle out as the boy sprawled out on his tongue, breathing heavily, and letting a weak laugh occasionally. Much better than the reactions he was getting earlier. He gently pins the boy to the roof of his mouth, swallowing the excess saliva that had built up during their little tickle fight of sorts. Crap he hadn’t given Peter any warning. The boy was stiff again no doubt terrified again. He lets a frustrated sigh out and croons softly, doing his best to wrap the small body in a weird sort of hug.
“A-ah sir?”
Tony hums immediately in response, eager to finally be communicating with the boy even if it was just noises. He could feel tiny hands press into the muscle, hell he could practically see the nervous look on the boy’s face as he thought of his question or whatever he was about to say.
“…Thank you for...for being gentle and slow. I know this has to be really annoying...I really tried to be a good snack but its hard knowing what everyone likes and I’m...I’m just really scared of pissing the wrong person off.” Peter’s voice shook as he spoke, another croon rumbling in the demon’s chest. He hoped it soothed the boy rather frazzle his already frazzled nerves. There was a watery whimper, and a small pat in response to the noise. God this small thing was really tugging at his heart strings.
A warble comes out in response to the whimper, the demon closing his eyes as he focused on purring and holding the precious small thing safely in his jaws. It didn’t last very long but considering the boy was speaking he wasn’t going to argue.
“Sir...could...could you swallow me now I...” Peter trails off, a hint of embarrassment in his tone. “I wanna hear you talk to me again.” The kid mumbles this much quieter than the first bit and if Tony hadn’t been listening, he would’ve missed it.
That small little request made his being warm in ways he wasn’t aware he could feel warm. He chuckles softly nodding slowly. The boy squeaks at the moment, the feeling of small hands trying to find purchase or support making his heart, well reactor melt. He starts tilting his head back making sure that Peter was adjusting to the movement. He stops when he feels the kid’s feet hit the back of his throat. He pauses waiting to see the reaction he would get before he continued. Other than mild trembling there wasn’t a huge reaction.
He waited for a few seconds before letting a warning hum out and swallowing thickly. The feeling of the boy slipping into his throat was a new experience for sure but not and unwelcome one. It felt oddly right.
The demon wasn’t often able to remember his rampages and even then, he never exactly wanted to remember them but this- this was nice, almost pleasant even. He smiles slightly as he feels the boy slip past his collar bone then plop into his stomach. His hunger had never been satisfied in a way that made him feel...almost normal. He lets a pleased sigh out resting a hadn’t on his gut lost in the feeling for a moment until he felt Peter start pressing back.
“Ah...right you wanted me to continue rambling, didn’t you?” He teases softly, pointedly poking the weight that had settled against the front of his stomach. The weight moved at the poke sending an odd sensation through his body. Huh who knew smaller prey would be more satisfying.
Tony spent the next hour talking about random things, work, anything that really came to mind to sooth the boy’s nerves. A few minutes before his hour would up be realized that Peter’s breathing was deep and even. A warmth washes over him as he realizes that the small things had fallen asleep, with him. The idea was insane but still made him a tad smug he was able to make the boy feel safe enough to doze off.
He rests a hand over his middle with a soft grin before speaking in a soft whisper “I’ll see you tomorrow kiddo, hopefully you’ll be chattier.”
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What's the most embarrassing moment when Peter got swallowed by Tony? (And can we get a short story?)
of course! Bare with me I’m rusty-
Peter couldn’t believe it. Out of all the battles, all the times he tripped in school this was literally the worst thing that had ever happened to him. He stifles a groan squeezing his eyes shut as he dangled in the open air. For the fifth time he wriggled against the webs his scowling deepening when it didn’t give.
Mr. Stark had of course shrunk him for a later snack, which he promptly snuck away from to work on his edible webs. IT was sorta going to be a surprise for the genius considering the man times he had been subjected to the odd taste of his normal webs. It should’ve worked, it really should’ve but instead it just stuck to the ceiling and made him slowly spin in circles. After this he was so done swinging for awhile
He wasn’t sure how long it had been, but he finally caved after the sticky solution managed to get wrapped around his body. “Friday?”
“Yes Peter?”
“Can you um...can you tell Mr. Stark that I need help?” He mumbles his cheeks going red. He felt ridiculous and probably looked the part dangling in the air like an abandoned sticky hand on the ceiling. “of course, Peter, Boss is on his way now.”
a few moments later the genius came in, looking around and slowly moving forward like he was afraid he’d accidentally step on Peter. The teen lets a small snort of amusement out, well until Tony’s eyes flicked upwards a chuckle drawing out from the man.
“H-hey! Don’t laugh! and before you judge this is totally your fault.” Peter sputters, his blush worsening when the webbing made him slowly face away from the man. “How is this my fault? I’m pretty sure I didn’t stick you to the ceiling.” Despite everything Peter couldn’t help but to relax at the sound of his mentor’s voice.
There was some noise before the sound of repulsers reached his ears, hands cupping around him, surrounding him in blissful warmth. “The webs- I made them special for you but they’re all wrong and made me stick too much.” He pouts, relaxing into the feeling of solidness. the webbing above him snapped as his mentor pulled him down to his chest. It was a welcoming move considering how long he had been dangling in open air.
“Why special webs for me? are they easier to clean off my ceiling you little gremlin?” Tony prompts, Peter’s insides swooping at the feeling of slowly descending down to the ground. Stupid tower with stupidly tall ceilings.
“Well, kinda? They’re edible so they basically should dissolve like cotton candy when they’re in contact saliva.” He snuggles into his mentor’s chest, relishing the feeling of heat he forgot how nice being held could be.
When he didn’t get a reply, he looks up, not too surprised to see that hungry glint in his mentor’s eyes. He was supposed to already be tucked snugly away inside the genius. Hell, if Tony hadn’t gotten distracted, he would’ve already been down. Before he could process being lifted up to the genius’s face the warm slimy muscle dragged over him, a hum of approval sounding out.
“Mr-Mr Stark! A little warning next time!” He squeaks out, glaring up at his mentor. All he got in return was a soft chuckle and an amused looked. “What? You can’t tell me you basically make candy webs and not expect me to sneak a taste~”
Another squeal escapes him when the tongue dragged over him again, targeting the strands around his waist more than anything. “Hey! Warning Mr. Stark! come on!”
“Fine fine, but seriously kid good job on the flavor. Loving the raspberry undertones.”
Peter rolls his eyes, crossing his arms as his mentor’s mouth opens wide in front of him, the muscle twitching eagerly as he’s brought to the opening. A few weeks ago, he would be putting up a fuss or at the very least be squirmy but now it was a familiar sight. “This technically wasn’t a warning.” He grins watching his mentor pause for a moment and sigh. The action causing a rush of warmth to wash over him.
“Warning.”
And with that he was popped into the genius’s mouth. HE rolls his eyes patting the muscle under him as it made sure his limbs were out of the way. The light fading as the man closes his mouth, the soft clack of teeth sealing him from the outside world. “Now you’re being the smart ass!”
He grins as he’s gently pushed around, saliva pooling around him more than usual. Huh he never really took Mr. Stark as a raspberry sort of guy. He winces when he’s pressed against the roof of his mentor’s mouth, a loud swallow sounding from all around him as the excess saliva is swallowed down. Man Mr. Stark was taking a lot longer than usual. Normally the man was more than eager to get him down, something about the instinct only being quiet when the person was actually in the stomach.
He let himself be tasted, not minding to much as the muscle poked and swished him around. Maybe it was the webs, which was probably it. He smiles a bit and shoves at the tongue to get his mentors attention. “So, are you gonna eating me or am I just like a piece of candy for now?”
He waits for an answer, laughing when finally, everything started to tilt his feet sliding back towards the man’s throat. he could barely see in the dark, but he knew what was coming. There was an intake of breath from all around him before a loud swallow pulled him down. It was tight and felt weird but at the same time the motion was familiar and almost comforting.
Before he knew it his feet hit open air for a brief moment before he plopped inside of the stomach. A loud growl sounded from the organ as the stomach walls pulsed against him, sorta like an odd greeting if he was being honest. “Ah, that hits the spot.”
Peter grins at the comment, laughing when a fond pat accompanied the statement. “Mr. Stark!” his laughter only growing when his mentor chuckled with him. Okay maybe getting tangled up wasn’t the worst thing to happen.
“Get comfortable Spider baby, I’ve got science to do.”
Peter hums in acknowledgment, leaning into the plush flesh. He lets a soft sigh out, focusing on the way everything seemed to sway with the genius’s stride. It was weird how normal this had become. Sure, it was still a little weird but overall, it had become an odd sort of comfort.
“M’ comfy, do your weird projects.”
Peter stretches out, smiling as the organ follows his movements. It wasn’t all bad he supposed. He was just glad that he had sorta got used to the whole thing. He sighs and just relaxes listening to the steady heartbeat and the soft sound of air rushing in and out of his mentor’s lungs.
Not bad at all.
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Sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, but do you think pred!Peter would protective nom anyone?
Oh gosh yes absolutely. I very seldom see any one character as ONLY pred or prey, so asks like this definitely don’t make me uncomfortable no worries. Pete is a prey leaning switch for sure, but still a switch nonetheless, so if the situation called for it he would absolutely eat someone to protect them. I imagine he might have a hard time getting them down honestly since he’s on the small side and most of the Avengers are at least twice his size, so even shrunk they’d be more than a mouthful. Still, if the situation called for it he wouldn’t hesitate. Much that is. I mean you can’t expect him to eat someone and not freak out a little about it right? Still, being eaten as often as he has been he knows how to make it easier for the smaller party and is surprisingly understanding and gentle, though the rambling can be a little annoying
He doesn’t have a very large capacity though so I’d say he can fit around two comfortably and three with an extra bit of fullness. Any more than that and his poor stomach is gonna be so stretched and sore so he’d prefer not to even try unless he REALLY had to
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Introduction!
Hello!
So this is going to be my introduction for my account and for any submissions/suggestions too
This account is going to be mainly filled with written Fics and maybe reposts as well.
The name's Summer and I play th4 following: :}
Genshin Impact, Identity V, Dislyte, Arknights, Obey me & Obey me: Nightbringer, Project Sekai, Honkai Starrail, and some Yandere VNs(SWWSDJ, My Dear Hatchet Man, John Doe, and many more)
Maybe asks as well.
The other things I might add is that:
I may or may not post things once in many days since of school/class.
Some of the Fics I will write may or may not be OC or maybe off character.
I'm going to often stick to gn!reader and doesn't specify the type of body.
Reader/(Y/N) might have much more of a calm 'idgaf' type personality.
Now that's out of the way time to talk about for the submissions:
Fandoms:
Creepypasta
Genshin Impact
Arknights
VN Game characters(Yandere ones like SWWSDJ, John Doe, My Dear Hatchet Man, etc.)
Yandere Simulator(Mostly Male!Rivals or males vers)
Yuyu Hakusho(Anime Series characters)
Dislyte
Undertale/Aus
Welcome Home/Wally Aus(Fluff and ONLY FLUFF here)
Obey me(First one)
Obey me: Nightbringer
Identity V(Mostly know survivors but the hunters are fine too)
Cells at Work!
Bungou Stray Dogs
Honkai Starrail
Honkai Impact(I only know a few but ask and I'll take research :D)
Assassination Classroom
Angels of Death
High-rise Invasion
Hypnosis Mic
Trese
Attack on Titan
Ultraman(Netflix Film)
Kakegurui
DC Titans
Marvel(Any whether Avengers, X-men, etc)
Umbrella Academy(Season 1-2, I haven't finished the whole series)
The Flash(Seasons 1-4)
Mobile Legends
What I will do and won't:
I will do:
-Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst to Fluff, reverse comfort
-Tropes/Au(Ex. Enemies-To-Lovers, Modern, Sagau/Self-aware Au, etc.)
-Specific/Requested type of reader, but not too specific.
-Kinks(Dacrphilia, foreplay, Sub/Dom, bondage, leashes/collars, Vore(Only pred!reader tho), etc)
-Dom!Reader, Switch!Reader or Soft Dom!Reader!
-Many characters/Poly with reader(Character x Reader X Character type)
-Full Angst
-A/B/O, but mostly will do Alpha!Reader
I won't do:
-Non-con, Incest, Zoophilia, Maps, Etc.
-Sub!Reader & Omega!Reader
Thank you,
Summer out!
#summer.asks#genshin impact#undertale#hypmic#cells at work#angels of death#bungo stray dogs#assassination classroom#trese anime#Ultraman#high rise invasion#Kakegurui#Aot#creepypasta
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A Short Story
Hi guys, since it’s been pretty much dead on this blog (Okay, I might have gotten distracted by my main blog.) So, I decided to kick my lazy butt into gear and actually show my face around here.
Starting off with this quick protective vore short.
Side Note: This is NOT STARKER. So don’t even think about seeing this as such because if you do, I’ll hunt you down.
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Tony didn’t know how the mission went downhill faster than a snowball tumbling down a steep hill.
It was supposed to be simple, they'd go in, get the job done and bolt for it. Of course, something had to go wrong.
Tony couldn't say he was surprised, it wasn't the first mission he went on that things quickly spiraled out of control.
However, it was the kid's first mission and that's what made it worse. God, why did he let those puppy dog eyes sway him? Why didn't he say no?
Bringing the kid was a bad idea and now Tony was paying for it.
"Kid, jump!" Out from the corner of his eye, Tony watched as the kid flipped upwards from the man behind him while also barely avoiding his own attacker.
Tony spun around, dodging a punch before blasting the soldier in the face. His body was thrown backwards, crumpling in a heap halfway across the floor.
He didn’t stir.
He whirled around just in time to see Peter web the last one to the wall. Or at least he thought that was the last of them.
The kid's head jerked up, and Tony watched as the lenses on the mask narrowed. "I hear more coming."
Awesome. Just what they need and yup, Tony decided that this mission was talons up way too fast for his liking. "Okay, now we're ditching this popsicle stand, Underoos. Let's get out of here."
He wrapped his arm around the kid's arm while raising his hand towards the ceiling. The repulsor beam barely didn't anything against the roof, and Tony switched to the laser but they didn't even work. Great.
Whatever metal they used to build this place, it wasn't normal steel. Probably vibranium then.
Tony felt himself falter. "Kid-"
A wracking explosion echoed across the base and they both stumbled, looking up with wide eyes.
"Fri, what was that?" Tony fumbled for the kid's arm again. His Al didn't have time to respond three more soldiers rounded the corner but Peter was faster already raising his hands before they had the chance to hold up their guns.
However, Peter's web gave a pathetic psshhoo before it sputtered out at only a measly foot and fell to the floor.
Tony stared. He was pretty sure everyone else was too. Peter gave a nervous chuckle next to him. "Oops."
'Oops' indeed because now the kid was defenseless too. Sure, Peter could still do hand-hand combat but these guys had guns and over Tony's dead body he'd let the kid fight them without his webs.
Not saying anything else, Tony quickly raised his palm and blasted the three into the wall. They didn't get back up.
Tony swore his heart rate doubled when there was the sound of footsteps and a slamming door. Peter looked at him and he knew what the kid was thinking.
There was one way out: They'd have to force their way through until they got to the entrance. Tony wouldn't be able to through the roof's metal in time.
The only issue was that his suit was bulletproof but Peter's was not. He couldn't risk the kid's life like that with no protection, where he was the only one with the protective armor. He couldn't take that chance a second time.
Maybe he could give a quick run down, or at least reassure the kid—
There were more footsteps. Lots of them and Tony's heart stuttered a beat.
Sorry kid.
Tony spun around. "Alright kid, no time to explain but you have to trust me. This is gonna feel weird but you're gonna be safe."
"Wha-" Tony ignored whatever question Peter had and held out a steadying hand to place on the kid's shoulder trying his best to ignore the confused look he was given.
The confusion quickly gave way and Tony watched as Peter's eyes widened as he shrank under his hand. He knelt down as Peter became shorter, following him all the way until he was smaller than one of his fingers.
He didn't give the kid time to recover, just scooping him up in his hand and ignoring Peter's yelp of surprise. Tony looked anywhere but at the kid's face because he knew if he looked at it he'd hesitate.
Now wasn't the time for that.
Raising Peter up and opening his mouth, Tony tipped his hand so the kid would have no choice to slide in. Apparently, he took him by surprise because Peter didn't try to stick to him.
There was startled 'Mr. Stark!' before Tony closed his mouth again. He threw his head back, grimacing when Peter cried out as he slid on his tongue and swallowed when the small weight reached the back of his throat.
Tony grunted as Peter struggled, trying to fight against him, and swallowed again to speed him along, letting out a relieved breath when he felt the kid pass his collarbone.
"Don't move!" A voice behind him called.
Tony's faceplate slammed down and he spun around, raising his hand towards the small group of soldiers pointing their guns at him. Just as Peter finished squeezing through his chest and tumbled into his stomach, the gauntlet whirled to life.
A repulsor beam cut through the air, and the officers dove to get out of the way. A few brave ones had tried to shoot him, but the bullets barely dented the armor encasing him.
He flew up, wincing as Peter collided with the front of his stomach and scrambled around in barely restrained panic.
Pushing back his slight nausea, Tony kept at it, firing blast after blast at the soldiers. Some dodged but most didn't and then in one fluid movement, Tony did a rapid-fire of shots.
When the smoke cleared, it revealed the small group of men piled atop one another, their limbs all in a tangle.
Tony breathed in relief but he didn’t allow himself to get too comfortable. He thought he was safe, or relatively safe, before. It was a trap he wouldn’t fall for but he could talk to Peter.
"Kid, kid!" Tony laid his hand on the stomach of his suit, cringing at the clang it made and the way Peter jumped, pawing at his stomach. "Mr. Stark! Please let me out! I don't wanna— I don't-!"
"Easy, kid." Tony soothed trying to calm him, rubbing at the metal that Peter probably couldn't even feel. He tried ignoring the way his chest tightened from hearing the pure undiluted fear in Peter's voice that was directed at him of all people.
Distantly he could hear Friday buzzing in his ear about more people coming. "Pete, you're safe. It's okay."
"I'm safe?" Peter stilled, sounding so hopeful it made Tony's heart twist.
He nodded. "Yeah, kid. You're safe." I'll always make sure you are.
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And that's a wrap! Ugh, I hate action scenes. They're my worst nightmare. Also this is just something I whipped out in my notes, so I know it's not great but I hope you still managed to somehow enjoy this.
Please do tell me of what you thought of this :)
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Hello! How would it play out (in the same timeline as your three part story) if Tony had to eat Peter again, but this time, had to act like it was dangerous in order to protect him?
Oh what an angsty idea! Thank you for this! The greatest struggle of a vore writer is figuring out “when the heck would they even need to do that?” but I think I have a decent explanation, hopefully this is what you meant.
Naturally this is still safe vore, but as the ask says, there’s a lot of talk about unsafe vore, as well as an evil character threatening it, so if you’re very squeamish about that, take care. As always, not St*rker
Tony’s head ached. That was the first thing he registered. The second thing was that he was lying on a cold concrete floor, surrounded by concrete walls and a concrete ceiling, a cell of some kind. The third was that he was alone.
He couldn’t remember what had happened or how he’d gotten here, but he knew he’d been with Peter. At least he was fairly sure. Now Peter was nowhere to be seen. Tony flexed his stomach, just to check if he’d tucked him away without remembering it, but there was no Peter there either.
That could mean a number of things, and he told himself not to panic yet. It was possible that his memory was wrong and Peter hadn’t actually been with him at all. Or he could have escaped and might be planning a rescue. There was a good possibility that whoever had kidnapped them didn’t want them scheming together about how to escape, and was simply holding them separately, too.
Or Peter could be dead, but Tony instructed himself strictly not to go there.
He looked up quickly when the door opened, and his heart lurched. Two men, armed with guns, flanking a taller man with graying blond hair came into the room. He recognized them. It would be hard not to, after the narrow escape he and Peter had had before.
The blond man held a jar, with a tiny figure huddled inside. They were still all the way across the room, but there was only one person it could be.
“Hello Stark,” said the man with the jar, and he came close, close enough for Tony to see Peter, who had scrambled up and pressed against the glass like he could force his way through. “I believe I have something of yours.”
He had to be careful now. Show too much attachment, and they would surely use Peter against him even more. Show too little, and they might decide he was useless to their cause and get rid of him. Tony said nothing, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Peter’s scared face.
“Don’t worry, I’ve seen the boy with you before. I know you work together.”
“We do,” Tony agreed. They could have that for free; it was no great secret anyway.
“I’m sure you remember when you escaped from us last month?”
Tony certainly did. They’d used a shrink ray on Peter then, too, and Tony had been so desperate not to allow him to be captured like that that he’d swallowed the kid whole. And now he had been captured like that anyway, just as Tony had feared.
“You’re lucky you got off so easily,” he said, forcing himself to look up from Peter. “People who try to kidnap me have a history of getting much worse.”
“I’m sure.” The blond man laughed. “But surely you won’t blow us up when I have this?” He gave the jar in his hand a little shake, and Peter lost his footing and stumbled.
“Ideally, no.” Tony watched Peter again, so tiny and vulnerable, and out of his reach. The kid had made it clear he had not enjoyed being eaten, despite knowing he was safe, but Tony wondered if he might want to be hidden now. Tony himself certainly did. “What’s the idea with having him so small,” he asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
“I thought this little intern could serve as a visual aid,” said the man. “You see, there you are. Tony Stark, Iron Man, top of the world, and people like me—we look like this to you, don’t we?”
Tony knew to let him have his monologue, watching Peter in the jar he held up, trying to think.
“You eat up dreams, you eat up lives, and they’re nothing to you. Why should they be, when you’re the man at the top? One might say you’re top of the food chain.”
Under different circumstances, Tony would definitely have laughed at that choice of imagery, but when the person talking about eating people was a possibly-unhinged stranger holding a tiny Peter, dread settled into his heart.
“People like me, we’re just like him to you, aren’t we?” The man gave the jar another little shake. “Bite size.”
Tony stopped breathing.
“I’d certainly love to take the illustration one step further.”
He started to unscrew the jar, and Peter scrambled against the side.
“No!” Tony started forward—the only thing keeping him in place before had been he unspoken threat of harm to Peter if he moved, but now—
“Come any closer and I drop him.”
There it was. Tony froze.
“As I was saying...” the man tipped the opening of the jar over his hand, and Peter only just managed to stay inside.
“I get your point.” Tony clenched his hands at his sides to keep them from shaking. “No visual aid needed.”
“Just to be sure.” The man tried to get Peter out of the jar again.
“Stop!”
“Hmm.” Mercifully, the jar was turned upright again and the lid screwed back on. Peter curled up at the bottom, arms wrapped around his head like he could shield himself. “I’d hate for such a perfect snack to go to waste. Maybe you could help me prove my point instead.”
“I-“
“Catch.”
Tony reacted just in time to catch the jar and its tiny occupant, his heart nearly beating out of his chest. He withdrew against the wall, holding the glass with shaking hands.
“It’s me or you, Stark.”
Did he mean... Tony couldn’t believe their good fortune, but he made himself look horrified anyway.
“You would be more fitting, but I’d be happy to assist if for some reason you’re not willing.”
“What the hell do you think I am,” he snarled, practically vibrating with the need to do exactly what was asked of him.
“It’s nothing you haven’t done before. Just more literal this time.”
“Absolutely not.”
“I’ll take him back, then.”
“No!” Tony clutched the jar to his chest, flinching when one of the other men pointed a gun at his head.
“I don’t think I made myself clear,” said the blond man. “You have three options. Eat the boy, give him to me, or die, and then I can eat him anyway.”
Tony was still. He had never wanted to swallow anyone more than he did right now, but he had a role to play. He was conflicted, after all, he was scared, there was no good option (ha!) and he needed to sell this more than he’d ever sold anything in his life, and he’d sold a lot of things. He looked at Peter in the jar and his scared face, and could only hope the kid was just playing along, too.
“Well?”
“He’s just a kid. Whatever you have against me, he’s got nothing to do with it.”
“That doesn’t sound like one of the choices I gave you.”
Tony made a great show of swallowing hard. “I can’t...”
“Then I’ll do it,” said the blond man, almost cheerfully, and now Tony really did feel sick. “Say your goodbyes.” He chuckled. “I doubt you’ll be one to mourn him for long.”
Peter’s mouth moved, saying what Tony guessed to be “Mr. Stark?”
“Wait.” He wrapped his hands around the jar as fully as possible. “Wait, I- he stays with me.”
“I’m sure you’ll be a very great comfort while you’re killing him.”
Tony said nothing. He wanted to get Peter out of the jar and gulp him down immediately, safe from anyone who wanted to hurt him, but the version of himself he was playing at the moment wouldn’t do that. He did tip Peter carefully out of the jar (he went readily) and hold him securely in his hands instead.
“You’re going to swallow him alive,” said the man. “More fun that way. If you try to put him out of his misery first, my man will shoot.”
If this was different...Tony tried not to think about that. Peter would be safe, so there was no need to think about what he’d do if he wasn’t.
“Don’t make me do this.” Please, please, hurry up and ‘make’ me do this.
“If you waste another ten seconds, he’ll be mine.”
“Kid…”
Peter was shaking in his hands. Surely he knew. He’d done this before, he had to know. Tony prayed his terrified expression was just him playing his own role. Playing it very well, too.
“Ten,” said the man, starting to count down.
“Mr. Stark?”
What would he say? What would he ever say, if this was real? Peter was staring at him, holding on tightly to his finger, his little chest heaving. (Please be acting, please be acting, please be acting.) Then he burst into tears. Tony’s heart sank.
...
Tony was a good actor. At least Peter hoped he was. Otherwise, he was so screwed.
It wasn’t hard to play along. Peter felt too small and helpless anyway, and he’d just had a complete stranger threaten to eat him multiple times. Unless there was something he didn’t know, he was about to be safe, but he was also about to be eaten anyway, and a little reassurance that the two weren’t mutually exclusive would be nice.
Experience told him he’d be fine. (Experience telling him he’d survive getting eaten, who’d have imagined it?) He’d done this before, after all, and been completely fine. He would have liked to hear it from Tony’s mouth himself, but surely, surely he’d be fine.
“Ten.” The blond man started counting down to when he’d take Peter away and then he wouldn’t be fine, and Tony just looked at him.
“Mr. Stark?”
Peter didn’t know what he wanted, besides Tony in general. He certainly didn’t want to be eaten by him, safe or not, but he definitely didn’t want the other man to get him, and he just—just—just started to cry, apparently. Great.
Tony smoothed his hair with the lightest fingertip, and that was good, that was nice, and then the blond man reached the end of his countdown and Peter shrieked as the world swooped and he was shut quickly inside Tony’s mouth.
That was gross. He’d forgotten how gross it was. It was even grosser when Tony’s tongue (dear God, he’d forgotten about that, too) moved under him, nudging gently at his chest, and maybe it was supposed to calm him down, but he just tried to hold it off. Tony thankfully got the hint and stopped.
Outside, they were demanding Tony swallow him, or they would shoot. His breath whooshed in the back of his throat, sometimes catching like he was going to cry, and he really was great at this acting stuff. Hopefully. Ninety-five percent certain. Maybe ninety.
Peter guessed he’d find out soon enough. At any rate, it was probably polite to make sure he went down (he shuddered) as easily as possible. He uncurled himself and stretched out, with his legs pointing toward Tony’s throat, and waited with his heart pounding fit to burst.
It happened all in a flash. He was squeezed against the roof of Tony’s mouth, a muscular ripple rolled over him, and his heart dropped into his toes. He twitched once, starting to fight, but he forced himself still again. It was Tony, and he was eighty-five percent sure that meant it was okay. And struggling wouldn’t save him anyway.
Everything around him lurched when Tony coughed, probably only slightly, but it was a massive sound to Peter. Before he had time to wonder if he’d hurt him somehow, an especially tight ring of muscle rolled over him and he tumbled into Tony’s stomach.
He’d forgotten just how gross this was, too, how slimy. He scrambled, completely disoriented in the pitch darkness and the slippery slime and the soft, yielding walls, fighting panic. (It was Tony, it was Tony, he was supposed to be safe here. Hopefully.)
“No!” Tony cried out, and Peter was thrown to the side with a sickening squelch. “No, you can’t!”
“Mr. Stark!”
He was struggling with someone, pleading with them, what were they doing to him? Peter was helpless.
Whatever was going on ended quickly, for better or for worse, and Peter tried to get his bearings again. Tony was coughing like he was going to throw up, but Peter stayed put. He hoped that was by design. Still, it sounded pretty painful, and he ventured to touch the wall of the stomach and just… pet it lightly. He couldn’t explain it, but it seemed like the thing to do.
“Are you okay?” he asked as soon as it was done.
Tony didn’t answer, probably still being watched.
“Mr. Stark? Cough once if you’re okay.”
Tony coughed, very deliberately, and Peter breathed again.
“I’m like, mostly sure, but I’m okay, too, right?”
Tony coughed again.
“Okay. That’s- that’s good.” Peter leaned against him. “I thought so, but I wanted to make sure, cause, you know.”
He shivered a little. If this was different... well, it wasn’t. Peter tried to put the thought out of his mind. He was safe. Tony wasn’t going to kill him, or have to know that was going on and be powerless to stop it, and-- Peter squished himself against the wall. It was Tony, and he was keeping him safe.
It felt strangely familiar. Tony’s heartbeat, his breathing, the warm softness that almost seemed to cradle him, slimy and disgusting as it was. Peter found himself relaxing slowly. It was scary to be this small, and it was nice to be held by someone he could trust, even in such a weird way.
Just like the first time he’d been here, it was almost nice, once he got over the fact that he’d been eaten alive. Everything around him was Tony, and in addition to being just… really weirdly awesome, it was a very safe feeling, being kept securely inside his mentor like this. He was also very much trapped here until Tony chose to release him, but that added to the feeling of safety too.
He smiled. No way was blond guy getting him now.
…
Peter knew. Thank God, he knew he was safe.
Tony curled up on his side, difficult now that they had tied his arms behind his back, but he was harder to observe this way. They were probably going to leave him alone for a while now, to think on his guilt and…well. Best not to think about what this could be.
Peter snuggled up to him, quite safe, and so trusting, too. Tony curled around him, even though he was already around him anyway, and held perfectly still to feel his every tiny movement. After some time, Peter went very still and relaxed, and Tony suspected with no small amount of awe that he might be asleep.
He made a point of breathing more slowly so as not to disturb him. All the while, his mind raced with half-formed plans of how they might escape again.
Eventually, Peter stirred, and squirmed a bit. “Mr. Stark?”
“Right here,” he murmured, too quietly for anyone who might be spying on them to hear.
“Just making sure.”
They both jumped when War Machine crashed through the ceiling.
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Conference room troubles.
I think this is a squeal to but idk its been sitting in drafts for a while-))
After recusing Peter from his kidnappers Tony expected to be able to go to the tower and cough the kid up.
The second he stepped into the tower Pepper was by his side. "You have a meeting and no you cant skip this one." Was the first thing out of her mouth.
Instinctually he had a hand over his stomach as if she could see the now wriggling kid tucked away in within him. Her eyes follow the movement.
"...Is he alright?" Pepper asks soflty, seemingly understanding. She remembered being in the kids spot. While disgusting she had to admit that it was the safest spot.
"He's fine, just a little upset." Tony responds quietly not wanting to draw anymore attention than he had. While he wanted to let the kid out as soon as possible it was becoming obvious that it wouldn't be as soon as he would like.
"Mr.Stark? Is Uh- something wrong?"
God bless Peter and his patience. The kid had been sitting in his stomach for roughly and hour and a half and still hadnt complained much.
"And theres no way out of this?" Tony asks with a grimace. He hated not answering the kid but he had a feeling his free time was running out quickly. Pepper shakes her head, tapping her clipboard anxiously.
"Tell him I'm sorry." She says with a small sigh. A worker was waving her down, so with a reluctant smile she went off to see what was the issues.
"..Mr.Stark?" Peter echos again, sounding more anxious than before. That jolted Tony out of the awkward silence. He sighs tiredly and heads towards the elevator. It probably wouldnt look good if he started talking to himself.
There was a flutter in his stomach which he recognized as tiny hands feeling around.
Never any violent kicking or punching.
The kid was obviously terrified and he still hadn't started flailing around. Tony was thankful for that, he wasnt sure if he could handle that.
The second he was alone he was speaking. "I'm here kid." He reassures, pressing at where the kid was. There was a small jolt meaning he probably spooked Peter slightly.
"Are we at the tower? Can you let me out?"
Were the next things out of Peter's mouth. He couldn't blame the kid really. Being in complete darkness with no idea of what was happening had to be hell for the kid.
"Easy kid, yes we're at the tower as for letting you out..that's going to be a little complicated." He responds with a grimace. The weight inside him shifted, Peter probably trying to process what he had said.
"Am- Mr.Stark am I stuck here?"
Tony sighs. The small quiver in the kids voice nearly broke him so did the trembling. "No no- I can get you out I just..I have a meeting that I cant skip."
The doors dinged open to the floor, his stomach flip flopping when he saw everyone getting seat. He was just on time. "As soon as this is over, I swear I'll get you out." He reassures his kid quickly.
Before peter could respond he was heading into the room, all eyes now on him. He stuck his hands in his pockets to keep them from protective resting over his middle. They couldnt see Peter and if they could they had bigger issues.
"Welcome everyone, I hope you're ready to talk about stocks and new designs." Tony announces. The room stayed silent for his presentation that Pepper had been kind enough to put together.
The meeting lasted a painful hour. Tony wasnt exactly sure but he had a feeling that Peter had fallen asleep somewhere around the 20 minute mark.
He didn't blame the kid there wasn't much to do in someone's stomach.
There was another five minutes eaten up by thanking the people who showed up before he was back in the elevator and heading back up to the penthouse.
"Kid? You awake?" Tony asks softly. After a small whined response he decided to let the kid sleep, it might've been better that he wasn't awake for the next part.
He sighs to himself and heads over to the sink, grabbing a bowl and filling it with warm water. It would suffice until the kid woke up enough for a bath.
Coughing the kid up was as pleasant as trying to throw up a stone, but at least he didn't panic on the way up.
He grimaces slightly as he gags again Peter spilling into his mouth. He carefully pulls the kid out by the back of his soaked sweatshirt. He made a mental note to buy Peter another one.
Just in case he kept another hand under the kid as he lifted him out. How the kid could sleep through this he would never know.
#marvel vore#avengers vore#soft vore#sfw vore#tum#pred tony stark#prey peter parker#avengers soft vore#marvel soft vore#safe vore#part 2 of kidnap series#kidnaped series#snex content
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Aaaayyyy!!! Fellow demon Tony au bro. Love to see demon aus where the demon is actually nice lol. My au isn’t vore-centered (it’s a fic called The Devil’s in the Details) but as a sfw vore enthusiast I really appreciate ur au. And our demon Tony designs are so similar omg. Share the Demon Tony braincell. ANYWAY. Imagine Peter chillin’ with Tony in the lab and he wants to be closer but still wants to watch his mentor work, so they compromise and Peter ends up vibin’ in Tony’s mouth with his head stickin’ out.
Oh my god- ooooo I only read the first chapter and didn't realize you updated and had a picture!!!!!!!!! Your au is absolutely perfect and I love how you wrote Tony <3 <3 I love that our designs are so similar too- honest to god i just googles demon horns and tried out a few before settling XD y'all want to check the fic out its The Devil's in the Details
but yes a little snippet because this idea is just adorable.
A pout forms on Peter's face as he's lightly nudged away from the tools and projects strewn over the table. Normally Mr.Stark didn't mind him being on the table but today was different, mostly because his size got messed up again and he was standing at a whopping 4'' instead of his usual 11''.
He did feel exposed and very very small and weak but Mr.Stark promised to let him watch and he wasn't going to back down on that offer anytime soon. "Mr.Stark come on, it's hard to see what you're doing."
He crosses his arms, frowning at the screw driver currently blocking his view. all he could see was tools and a towering block that his mentor's hands were messing around with. He felt a little bad when the demon let an exhausted sigh out a set of sets looking to him.
"I know kiddo but I don't exactly want you close in case it goes boom." Mr.Stark says in a tone that reminded him of a toddler being scolded by their parent. Peter huffs and lifts his arms up instead.
"What if I hang out on your shoulder?"
"No."
"Head?"
"Absolutely not."
"Pocket?"
"Don't have one kid."
Peter scowls at being thwarted watching the box spark slightly when it hit him. The sparks didn't go up very high which meant-
"I got it! Hold me in your mouth!" He grins victoriously looking up to his mentor. The demon pauses before an amused smile dances over his lips. a few weeks ago Peter would've done anything to stay away from the demon but now? Now it was a comfort.
"Just hold you? Well you're certainly itty bitty enough. You sure you want to do this?" Mr.Stark murmurs. Man he loved the way his mentor would check in on him. He quickly nods grabbing up at the demon.
A wave of relief hit him when he felt the clawed fingers carefully scoop him into a loose fist. He completely disappeared in the grip but he didn't feel threatened, it just felt..safe. He was warm and surrounded by someone who obviously cared about him what more could he ask for?
He wriggles around slightly using the demon's fingers to haul himself up so he could pop his head out of the top of the fist. His insides swoop as Mr.Stark brings him closer to his face. It should scare him, he should be terrified to see the fangs and two sets of eyes focused on him but instead he felt so secure.
"You know the drill kid, if it gets to be too much say so."
Peter nods, his gaze falling to the demon's maw. There was a warm smile before Mr.Stark's lips parted and he was carefully being tilted onto the tongue, his feet pressing into the muscle. The warmth was a welcoming feeling, a small sigh escaping him as Mr.Stark completely slipped him inside.
It was a little weird being able to shift around so easily. Normally he wouldn't be tasted as much, actually at this point he normally would have his legs halfway down the demon's throat! Instead here he was comfortably laying down on the demons tongue. A giggle slipped out when the teeth close around him, the tip of the muscle poking around obviously trying to find any ticklish spots.
"M-Mr.Staaaarrrk! Y-you're 'pouse to be w-woorking!" He manages to get out, squealing in between boughts of laughter. All he get in reply is a small chuckle. He pouts shoving at the muscle a small smile on his face.
A second later he's being firmly pressed against the roof of the demon's mouth a loud swallow draining the saliva that had been building up. Cool air rushes into the wet cavern as Mr.Stark opened his mouth again. He grins and wiggles forward, leaning slightly out of the safety of his mentors mouth. He wasn't too surprised when the muscle safeguards him from accidentally poking himself on the demon's fangs. He gives a light pat to the muscle smiling sightly.
"Thanks Mr.Stark..for..for this and for putting up with me." He knew it couldn't be easy he was a handful after all. He closes his eyes for a moment, relaxing when a soft coo vibrates all around him. Reassuring he knew that, the demon had some more primal responses sometimes. "I know you don't mind but it's still nice..you know?"
More of a rumbling purr this time, he could practically hear the gentle message of 'I know and I care about you.' He smiles to himself slumping more against the plush muscle, letting it cradle his form as he peered out at the project. Oh. It was the Widow bites, well that made sense for the sparking.
"It's cool seeing you work Mr.Stark. Like you can literally make the impossible happen." Peter can't keep the childlike awe from his tone, his cheeks flushing red. A rush was warmth washed over him at an amused huff and approving hum.
"Ha so modest Mr.Stark." He teases leaning more outside the safety of his mentors mouth, whining when he was pulled back into the warmth. "Come on I know I won't fall! I'm a master at this."
A disapproving hum, the tongue curling back more making him slide more inside. "Really? Okay fine, fine I won't lean out so far." He couldn't believe the demon would swallow him over something so small. He knew what he was doing!
Peter pouts as he gets comfortable again watching his mentor work. It was nice admittedly. He felt so secure here and it was fun seeing the demon work on an avengers weapon.
Maybe he would bug the demon to order him this small another time.
#mouthplay#pred tony stark#marvel soft vore#marvel vore#prey peter parker#avengers vore#prey to go au#pred avengers#avengers soft vore#i love that fic#pleaase read it guys
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can you do a vore oneshot about a dr strange vore with peter as prey no portal vore though perhaps strange looses control?
Sure! I tried just so you know XD))
Peter was slowly getting used to being swallowed down by the team. Sure, it was annoying and gross, so so gross, but it was slowly starting to be comforting. Once he got over the whole idea of being inside a stomach it was oddly comforting, the thrumming of the spider sense dulled down and if his senses got to be too much the familiarity soothed his nerves. Not only that, if he was swallowed by the team that would be the safest, he would ever be, ever.
He sighs as he uses his towel to dry his hair from the shower he has taken after Mr. Stark has snagged him. It hadn’t been too bad this time, more comforting than anything mostly because of a crappy day at school. He had half wished he had spoken up about staying- His thoughts come to a stop when he sees Mr. Doctor.Strange pacing in the penthouse, seeming very..ah bothered?
“Mr. Stark had to go to a meeting, I could um..tell him you were here?” He says slowly, finishing drying his hair, the towel resting across his shoulders. The man’s eyes snap up to him with an odd look in his eyes. He had seen it before though... It was very familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. “Hey you, okay? You look a little pale there.”
“I’m fine. You should leave.” Strange snaps quickly looking away. Peter scrunches his nose up at the rudeness and crosses his arms. “Look I kinda sorta live here too, so you can’t be mean and tell me to leave.”
“I am struggling with something you can’t help with, so leave.” The doctor still sounded annoyed which only make peter feel even more pissy. “Hey! you’re still being rude. Maybe you should leave.” Ah yes, very grown-up Peter, great job. He wasn’t a kid he shouldn’t come off as whiny.
“Maybe I can help, tell me what it is! I’ve been working with Mr. Stark so I’m good at most things.” It had to be science or avengers related right? Strange grits his teeth a loud whining growl coming from the man’s gut. Oh...Oh! That’s what that looks was! “I said you couldn’t help, now run along.” The man snaps again, his hands pressed against his middle now as another growl comes from his gut.
“I mean that’s what I help the other Avengers with, and Mr. Stark too.” Peter says sheepishly running a hand through his hair. It hadn’t even dried fully but hey Mr.Doctor.Strange was probably going to give in anyway. “It’s a normal thing now so ah, why not embrace it?”
“I have and it isn’t working! The feeling won’t go away even after I... I.” Strange scowls an air of frustration around him. “Well, that doesn’t make sense, I mean it goes away after everyone else eats me. Even after Mr. Roger's binges he can go for a while.” Peter says rocking on the balls of his feet. He was a go to for most of the team because of his availability and the fact that most of the Avengers couldn’t be shrunk down to be nommed.
“I know, which is why I wanted to talk to Stark, a man who has the same inconvince.” The amount of exhaustion in the man’s tone made Peter feel horrible. How long had he been suffering from the instinct? “Well, I’m on the other side of things so I can still help! Why don’t you show me how you eat your person.” He hums getting closer, despite Strange backing up with a grimace. Normally preds would be more than willing at the offer, hell Mr. Stark was going to be insanely jealous if he knew he was willing to offer himself up.
There was a bit of silent reliance before the doctor sighed in exasperation and rubbed his temples. “I portal them in and out. It’s more effective that way.” That was..super cool. Peter’s eyes light up at the opportunity to see more magic before he realizes he was supposed to be serious. He clears his throat and nods sheepishly. “Well, um..no other pred does it that way? Maybe you’re missing the whole holding and doing the shrinking yourself part, so your body gets upset, sorta like fruit candies aren’t as good as actual fruits.”
A brief silence as the gears in Strange’s head turned before the doctor groans in frustration as if he had a eureka moment. “The issue with that is I can’t hold anyone like...that.” The man holding his shaking hands up when Peter went to question why. They were shaking horribly but Peter had an advantage that no one else did. “I can be sticky, then you won’t drop me! Come on you’re in discomfort and then you’re going to snap and go on a little binge and won’t feel any better.”
“You have a point..but won’t Stark be upset about me stealing his..ward?” It was obvious Strange didn’t exactly know what he was to Mr. Stark and had a funny aversion to using nicknames like Mr. Stark would. He shakes his head and tosses his towel on a chair. “Nah, and if he is I’ll smooth it over.” he says with a shrug. That predatory look in his eyes only seem to grow with each passing moment before the man sighs in frustration.
“Fine. But this is my first time using the..er Traditional way.” Peter shrugs and moves right in front of the man, a small smile on his face. This was a little scary but..but it just meant that he would be able to confidently ask Mr. Stark for this. Besides..he sorta wanted to see how portaling out felt like. When Mr.Dr.Strange didn’t do anything, he sighed dramatically.
“Alright, so just put your hand, hands or finger on my shoulder and focus. Mr. Stark says that the shrinking comes naturally. Then you just sorta grab me, gently, and put me in your mouth and swallow. Then bam! I’ll be in your stomach.”
Strange’s face wrinkles up at the crude explanation but slowly lifts a shaking hand up to Peter’s shoulder, the light touch still shaking with tremors. “Focus, it’ll come like breathing.” He comments. “I’m going. I thought you didn’t like being eaten spiderling.” Strange shoots back, a small calming breath escaping him. There was a brief pause before a weird feeling traveled through Peter. He closes his eyes in anticipation as the odd feeling of the floor rushing up to him hits him. It was a little sickening, but he was used to the feeling by now.
When he opens his eyes, he frowns and shakes his head. “You’re going to want to go smaller, I know I look pretty small now but trust me it’s not very fun going down this big.” He closes his eyes again as the light reassure of a finger returns to his shoulder, and when the pressure subsides.
“There, is this better?” Strange asks, Peter flinching at the volume. Man, some people didn’t get that sound was much louder at this height. “Dude- lower your voice and yeah!” He calls out grabbing at the man’s trembling hand. “Ah sorry...and You’re sure that you can get ‘sticky’ and be fine?”
“Absolutely! I can stick to people’s insides and those move all the time!” He huffs, grabbing onto the hand when it was low enough. It was an odd feeling with the tremors, but he could stick no problem as he was slowly lifted up to the man’s face. “Open up Doc! Then all you hafta do is slick me up and send me down and bam! Problem solved.”
“You’ve done this many times haven’t you?”
Peter nods, staying sticky as he was lifted up more towards the doctor's face. “Mmhm! I’m sorta trying to stop being so reliant too so..so this is a big step.” His spider sense had been blissfully quiet this time round. “Besides it’ll help you.” He says with a small smile. There was a pause before strange nods and he opened his mouth, lowering his feet first.
The warmth was welcomed considering it was hard to regulate body heat, and the familiar squishy feeling of the tongue as his feet brushed against it. Strange went slow like he wasn’t used to this- which he guessed he wasn't... The saliva soaked his pjs immediately, which was gross, very gross but familiar too. Once he was fully inside there was a pause before the muscle poked him around making sure he wasn’t in the way of any teeth.
Then the bright lights of the tower disappear as the doctor's pearly white teeth clack shut around him. The muscle under him twitches slightly, Strange probably debating if he should taste him or not- which was fair considering this was new territory for the man. “You are going to have to slick me up, I mean I don’t think it’s very comfortable swallowing dry.” He hums patting the muscle under him.
Nothing happened for a moment then the muscle slowly started poking at him, then fully tasting him, it was weird that preds could taste things that everyone else couldn’t, he wondered what his taste was like..he would need to ask Mr. Stark. Man, he needed to do a lot for the man.
The space was pooling with saliva, Strange obviously struggling to decide if he should swallow or not. “Okay it looks like you’re ready, so um..just swallow.” When nothing happened, he scooted towards the back of the man’s throat until his feet lightly pressed against the entrance. The flesh stayed stubbornly firm not allowing his feet to slip inside, the uvula whacking him in his chest. “It’s not as bad as you think. It’s like swallowing a noodle but a little bigger..well a lot bigger.”
There was a sigh before a loud swallow surrounded him, his feet suddenly being sucked inside the throat. He stifles a yelp as another swallow rolled over him, the muscles dragging him down. One more swallow finally made him travel down easily, a tight ring giving in with some resistance, rolling over his body. He lands with a squelch in the dark organ. Muscular walls rippled against him as the stomach gurgled contently. It was slightly tense but soon he sunk slightly into the flesh as the man finally relaxed... probably the instinct falling silent.
“Does that feel better?” He asks with a small grin, lightly pressing against the flesh in front of him. Strange was silent for a few moments before answering. “Yes. That was the problem..thank you this..this is nice.” Strange murmurs, Peter relaxing at the soft rumble of the man’s tone, Mr. Stark stomach was better..it felt more familiar, Strange’s was different too.
“Hey, no problem..now you know,”
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Blue Wolf, Red Bunny
1.8k words, soft safe vore, unwilling prey
The wolf was beautiful, his bones smooth and fur glossy, not battered and ragged like Sans. He might have looked soft, not showing any obvious signs of having survived any battles, but his size and relaxed confidence made it seem like he might just never have encountered a monster that could injure him. Sans had never seen anything like him. He must have been as big as Asgore.
Sans froze instinctually, waiting for his chance to dart into the bush. The wolf was looking around, taking in the scenery at his leisure, but Sans’s red fur stood out against the snow and he zeroed in on the bunny after only a moment.
Sans stayed frozen.
“hey,” said the wolf, his voice not unfriendly. Sans wasn’t surprised. Such a strong monster could afford to be friendly, especially to a little bunny like him.
Sans gathered his magic to teleport away if the wolf went for him, but he didn’t have the chance. Before he could react, the wolf had somehow closed the distance and reached down to put a skeletal hand on Sans’s shoulder. The gesture was ostensibly friendly but it effectively prevented him from escaping.
“you look like a sans, am i right?” the wolf said. Sans just stared, but the wolf must have inferred he was surprised the wolf knew his name. He chuckled deeply. “you can call me blue then. and i’m gonna call you red.” The names were fitting enough; the wolf had a blue jacket to match his blue fur.
“okay,” sans managed to squeak, because the wolf was looking at him expectantly.
Blue let his hand slide down Sans’s arm and took his hand, giving it a little shake. “nice to meet ya, red.” He didn’t let go, kneeling in the snow and holding onto Sans’s hand, his grin relaxed and amiable.
At length Sans asked, “what’re you gonna do with me?” He immediately flinched. He’d given too much away, made it obvious how superior the wolf’s position was.
“relax, bunny. ain’t gonna hurt ya,” the wolf answered breezily, tightening his grip on Sans’s arm and pulling him forward. Sans stumbled into his arms and Blue stood up, pressing the bunny against his chest. Sans tried to push himself away but the wolf’s arms were like steel beams, immobile. He braced his feet against the wolf’s soft belly but Blue was only amused. Easily holding the bunny in place, he stroked Sans’s skull and ears, then moved to his tail. “you’re such a cute little bunny.”
Sans hissed, more insulted than afraid for a moment. “you take that back.”
“never. you’re adorable.” He pressed his big blue tongue against Sans’s face and suddenly Sans didn’t care if the wolf thought he was adorable, so long as he didn’t think Sans was tasty. He didn’t even care if he had saliva in his eye socket.
When the wolf’s tongue had slid up past his ears and retreated, Sans turned his skull to look up at the wolf. “too...too cute to eat, right?” he asked, the quaver in his voice belying his attempted flippancy. It wasn’t a smart move, putting his fear into words himself before the wolf even brought it up. Why was it so different when Blue licked him than, say, Lesser Dog? He’d been licked by canine monsters plenty of times but he’d never lost his wits like this. Then again, he’d never been quite this helpless before.
Blue regarded him, something twinkling in his eye lights—affection, for a monster he’d just met? Amusement? “i wouldn’t say that,” he answered, and Sans felt his soul drop to the pit of his stomach.
He felt faint, losing track of time for a moment, but the warm, soft but firm pressure of Blue’s tongue on his skull again drew him back to his senses. He squirmed futilely in the wolf’s grip, weighing his pride against the option of begging for mercy.
At first Blue was content to lick the bunny as if grooming him. It would have been infantilizing but not terribly sinister, if Sans hadn’t already brought the idea of eating him out into the open. But as he continued, he pushed the bunny’s skull deeper into his mouth with each lick, as if he needed to utilize the entire surface area of his tongue, even if it meant encompassing Sans with his jaws.
“blue—blue!” Sans tried addressing him with the name he’d given. “cut it out, will ya?”
Blue didn’t cut it out. Instead he closed his jaws around Sans, gently resting his teeth on the base of the bunny’s skull. Sans’s vision went black, not because it was dark inside the wolf’s mouth—it was illuminated by the magic of his tongue, palate and throat—but because his own eyelights has guttered out. After a moment he felt the teeth lift from his skull, and fully expected it was only to avoid scraping against him as he was pushed deeper.
But he felt air against his skull, cooling the traces of wolf saliva, and when he blinked his eyelights back on he saw Blue grinning down at him. “you don’t gotta be so scared, red,” the wolf told him. He wasn’t contrite in the least, clearly entertained by Sans’s reaction.
Anger flared through Sans at being teased like that, but he kept it in check. If the wolf would stick Sans’s skull practically down his throat, there was no telling how far he’d take things if he was provoked. Sans forced a smile. “yeah, you really had me goin’ there for a second. good prank, pal. wanna put me down now?”
The wolf snorted, even more amused. “who said it was a prank, red?”
Sans kicked at the wolf’s ribs, but if he felt it at all he didn’t react. “come on, blue, you wouldn’t really—”
His words were cut off as Blue pushed Sans’s skull into his mouth again, quickly and deliberately now, in contrast to the leisurely teasing he’d been enjoying subjecting the bunny to. Sans found his face pressed up against the magic of the wolf’s mouth and throat, a terror only surpassed when the magic in front of him parted to let him in and the wolf kept pushing him deeper. In a moment his skull was enveloped, ears pressed flush with bone, thankfully not being snagged or pulled as he slipped through the slimy passage into the wolf’s body. His arms were squeezed against his sides, his ribs compressed, tighter with each periodic undulation of the blue flesh as it pushed him further in.
Sans thought the pressure would dust him, and he hoped a belly full of dust wouldn’t do the wolf any good. But it eased and he found himself at rest, still surrounded by damp blue magic. Was this the wolf’s stomach? He blinked, taking in the faintly glowing curves and the shadows of ribs above him. What would happen to him here? He hadn’t given it a lot of thought but he’d somehow supposed he would have lost consciousness by this point. Maybe being squeezed to dust would have been the more pleasant option.
What would Papyrus think? Would he ever find out what had happened? Would he get himself killed trying to avenge Sans? Of course not; he was smarter than that. He wouldn’t take on the wolf without a clever strategy. Maybe he would sensibly shrug off the loss and carry on. Either way, there was nothing Sans could do about it in here.
He scratched experimentally at the flesh surrounding him. It was soft and yielding but tough and slippery. There wasn’t much to do but lie back and wait.
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“Ugh, Sans, he’s filthy!”
“yeah, yeah, but i can’t just dunk him in the sink while he’s asleep. give ‘im a minute.”
It sounded like Sans was arguing with Papyrus about his habitual slovenly state, but something was off. The voices weren’t right. And he hadn’t spoken, so the part of Sans was being played by someone else. It was curious enough that he went to the effort of sitting up. He was indoors, somewhere spacious, but otherwise reminiscent of home.
“There, he’s awake! Now you can rinse him off!”
It all came rushing back when he saw the wolf. Not Blue but another wolf, even taller although less bulky, and reaching toward Sans. The bunny threw his hands up defensively. “whoa, whoa, don’t get handsy with me, pal! who’re you?”
The question was more effective than Sans could have dreamed, as the wolf drew back in order to strike a dashing pose. “I? I am the great Papyrus! You’ve already met my brother.”
“papyrus?” Sans repeated. That was...odd, to say the least. But if he squinted he could see the resemblance.
“Yes!” Wolf Papyrus loomed over him expectantly, and he was so confused he forgot to be afraid. The wolf noticed. “Didn’t Sans explain it to you? Sans, did you bring him here without telling him anything?”
“sans?” Sans parroted. But Wolf Papyrus had turned to address Blue.
The sight of the wolf who had eaten him sent a chill down Sans’s spine. He reached for a teleport but found his magic reserves were almost totally drained.
Blue shrugged. “one thing led to another.”
Wolf Papyrus turned back to the bunny. “Bunny Sans, I presume? Do you know where you are?”
Sans studied him cautiously for a moment, then gave in. He couldn’t picture this monster deceiving him. “last i remember i was inside a wolf.”
Wolf Papyrus rolled his eye lights. “Yes, my brother does that sometimes.”
“And after he said he wasn’t gonna hurt me.”
Blue was immune to Sans’s reproach. “i wasn’t lying. you’re not hurt, are ya?”
Wolf Papyrus’s disapproval was more effective. Blue wilted a little as his brother shook his skull. But the taller wolf brightened after a moment. “Anyway! I will leave Sans to explain multiverse theory to you. And I will make some spaghetti with carrots in it!”
“carrots?” Sans realized he was ravenous as his gaze lingered on the retreating wolf.
Blue scooped him off the carpet, making him yelp. “carrots should be pretty edible. come on, you gotta get cleaned up for dinner.”
Sans shuddered at the phrase.
“you must think i’m a big mean wolf, huh?”
Blue didn’t sound either resentful or repentant. Sans answered carefully. “well—i mean, yeah, maybe?”
“sorry I scared ya. but you don’t have to rabbit in.”
A grin crept over Sans’s face as the wolf set him in the edge of the bathroom sink and turned on the water. “lettuce forget all about it then. i don’t carrot all anymore.”
Blue grinned back. Papyrus wouldn’t be too worried about him yet— he could stay a bit longer and bring home some of the carrots in apology.
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Untitled Vore Story Part 3
Part 1 Part 2
Still not st*rker, still for @whisperingphantasm
Peter trusted Tony. Of course he trusted Tony. He’d jumped off buildings with empty web cartridges because Tony said he’d catch him, and he always did. If he said this was safe, it must be.
So why was he still so scared?
Well. Peter looked around. Where should he start?
He had settled himself against the wall of Tony’s stomach, which moved disconcertingly like it was trying to push him farther along, but it was nice to have the contact anyway. Otherwise he just felt lost. He felt a bit lost anyway, thinking of how small he was. There was no way Tony looked any different from the outside, so to anyone who saw them, it wasn’t them at all; Peter didn’t exist anymore, as far as the rest of the world was concerned.
Which would really be the case, he thought uncomfortably, if Tony hadn’t apparently been blessed with digestion-stopping powers or whatever was keeping him alive right now. He touched the slimy wall, because Tony, it was Tony, who wouldn’t hurt him. Peter wanted to talk to him, just to get some kind of response again, but Tony had his hands full thinking of how to get them out of the trunk of a car, so he was quiet.
...
He felt when Tony made his escape. (Their escape?) It was all a little mixed up. At any rate, he was thrown around quite a bit before he managed to stick himself somewhere, undoubtedly quite the stomachache now.
“You’re safe, kid.” That was Tony’s voice, loud but strangely muffled above him.
“Mr. Stark!” It was so good to hear from him for real, Peter wanted to jump into his arms right then and never let go.
“You’re safe, I promise you you’re safe. Pete, I’m so sorry, I should have warned you before.”
“I’m okay.” Peter felt weak with relief all over again. It was Tony, he was right there talking to him and telling him he was safe, and Peter wasn’t forgotten.
“I’m taking you back to the tower, and then I know exactly how to reverse their shrink ray.”
“Thanks.” Peter liked the way he said that. Taking him back, because he was a separate entity and Tony was just carrying him.
“You’re safe with me.”
The wall pushed in on him and Peter jumped before he realized what it was, Tony’s hand rubbing at him from outside. That was a weird thought. Peter’s own stomach flopped, and he wondered what it would feel like to have a whole other person in there. He’d just worry about them the whole time, probably.
“You’ll be back to normal before you know it,” said Tony, walking now, by the feel of it.
It was certainly something for Peter to know that and be carried along with him with absolutely no say in the matter. But if he could trust Tony not to digest him, then surely he could trust him not to kidnap him.
“Sorry about this, too. Usually I could undo the shrinking myself, but since it wasn’t me who did it, we’ll have to use some tech of our own.”
“Wait, you can shrink people?”
“Uh-huh.”
Peter pondered the implications of that for a second. “So you could just eat me any time you wanted and I never knew?”
“It’s not something I usually go around telling people, for obvious reasons, but I should have let you know, just in case of something like this.”
“No that, uh, that makes sense, I’d probably be freaked out,” said Peter. “I am freaked out, but you know what I mean.”
“You’re taking it well.”
“Really?”
“You’re calm, at least.”
“Well you said it’s safe.”
Tony’s heart sped up momentarily. “That I did.”
…
It was definitely weird to be in the lab but not be, well, in the lab. Sort of. All that stuff about who was where doing what was still confusing.
“Alright, reverse shrink ray,” said Tony. “Shouldn’t take long to put together at all, and then you’re free.”
“O-oh?”Peter had personally expected to be set free as soon as they got back, and his heart lurched a bit.
“Until I have a way to undo it, you’re safer like this. I don’t need you falling off a tabletop or getting chased by a spider or something.”
“Oh.” Peter hadn’t thought about spiders. Still, a shiver ran down his spine at Tony just deciding how long to keep him.
“You good with that?”
He could have said no. He almost did, just to see what Tony would do, but logically, he knew he was safer where he was. And really, he had no great desire to be alone at this vulnerable size, even if the alternative was incredibly weird. “I’m okay.”
“Good.” There was a strange thump as Tony patted him. “I’ll be quick.”
Peter leaned against him, safe from falling or getting lost or huge spiders, and a whole lot of other things, too. It was almost comforting when he thought of it that way. Very secure, at least. Really, completely surrounded by Tony, Peter didn’t imagine he could get much safer.
“It’s a little bit nice.”
“What?”
“Uh.” Peter hadn’t realized he’d said that loud enough for Tony to hear. “I mean, it’s not completely terrible.”
Tony chuckled around him. “I’m flattered.”
“I don’t wanna do this again,” Peter added quickly.
“I doubt we’ll have to.”
“Good. I’m going to shower in bleach as soon as you let me out of here.”
“You do that.”
…
Being coughed up was about as pleasant as being swallowed, with the only bonus being that at least he was about to be free. Thankfully, it only lasted a few seconds, and then Peter was squinting in the light, held gently in Tony’s hand once again. The air was beautifully fresh and clean and not humid, but it was cold, and he shivered.
“You alright?” Tony asked, now leaning over him.
Even though he’d just been inside him, Peter had forgotten how big the man really was. Tony would never hurt him, but the sight of such a giant looming over him made him still made Peter feel a bit like running away. He gave him a thumbs up anyway.
“I’ll bet you don’t want to stay tiny any longer than you have to.” Tony was already setting him down. “Hold still.”
Peter braced himself, there was a small noise, a strange weightless sensation around his whole body, and then he was sitting on the floor opposite Tony, back to his regular size. The light had either dimmed or he had gotten more used to it, because he could remove his hand from his face and actually get a good look at Tony, who was watching him with an expression he couldn’t read.
“Hi,” said Peter.
“Hi yourself.”
Peter made the mistake of looking at Tony’s middle, and his own insides swooped.
“You’re safe, remember?”
“Yeah.” Peter couldn’t stop staring. That was hard to get his head around, that he’d actually… “Yeah, that’s good.” He laughed slightly at the utter strangeness of the whole situation, scooting closer to Tony out of whatever instinct it was that always told him his mentor would make it better. “Can I just, like-“
Tony wrapped an arm around him (very kindly, considering how gross he was at the moment) and Peter melted into him. He might have technically been safer a minute ago, but hugs felt safer.
“Good?” said Tony, and Peter thought he might have sounded just the tiniest bit amused.
“Mm.” He pushed his face into his mentor’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry about all of that.”
“I mean, you didn’t have a lot of choice.” Peter wrapped his arms around Tony’s waist and held on. “Can we not do that again?”
“Hopefully.”
That wasn’t the most positive answer, but Peter would take it. Impulsively, he put a hand over Tony’s stomach.
“That’s weird, kid.”
“You wanna talk about weird?”
Tony laughed.
“Not bad weird,” said Peter a little too quickly, and now Tony was probably going to think he was weird. “Just weird weird.”
“You continue to flatter me.”
“Well it’s a little bit cool. I don’t wanna do it again, but it was like, you.”
Tony’s heart sped up exponentially, and his arms tightened around Peter. It did have to be a pretty good feeling, Peter thought, knowing someone felt that safe with you. He might as well go all the way with that; few people were able to make Iron Man melt, and Peter took a bit of pride in being one of them.
“I mean, it was really scary and I was pretty sure I was gonna die at first, and I never, ever want to do it again, but then it was okay because…” He struggled to explain himself as non-awkwardly as possible, because even if he was going straight for Tony’s heart he still had some dignity. “Because if anything was going to get me it would have to be you, and you said you wouldn’t, so it had to be pretty safe, right?”
As predicted, Tony’s heart rate was off the charts, and he snuggled (he’d hate it if he knew Peter chose that word) Peter close. “What am I going to do with you, kid?
“Let me take a shower now?”
Tony laughed. “Good plan. I may need one too after-” He gestured to Peter’s still-wet hair and clothes.
“Sorry.”
“It comes with the territory. People get clingy,” said Tony. “Besides, this time I’d say I deserve it.”
Thanks for reading, lovely friends! (One more time, not st*rker, surely everybody knows that)
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