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Halloween Smut: Cupcakes and Creampies

@spooky-starker-week, Day 1: Candy and Sweets

@starkerbingo, omegaverse square

A smutty Halloween roleplay with @still-lovelygarnet 💗😊

Our first (and maybe only entry 😅) for spooky starker and also using my omegaverse square for bingo

Summary: Omega Peter making some homemade Halloween themed cupcakes for his alpha daddy.

Length: 6581

Warning: Unspecified age for Peter but he is -18 here. Additional warning in that he somehow ended up a bit more innocent than we intended so he may come off as very young. Please be cautious if this is a possible issue. Also, normalized sex between blood related alpha/omega.

Other Notes: onegaverse, intersex omegas, incest, creampie, distracted sex.

(AO3 Link)

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It was an early Saturday morning. The birds were chirping right outside the bedroom window as Peter snuck out the king-sized bed to tippy toe all the way to the kitchen.

He was ecstatic with mischief, his cheeks full and rosy, the brightest smile on his lips.

Only clad in his soft PJs, the young omega moved around the kitchen and collected the ingredients he knew he would need. His daddy’s tablet helped with that, propped on the kitchen isle and displaying the recipe for vanilla cupcakes with purple frosting.

This was going to be amazing!

Peter couldn’t help but let out a giggle in delight. His daddy had no idea that he was up and about, baking sweets for him. It was going to be a surprise! Daddy would be so happy…

The omega paced around, a large bowl in his arms as he poured and stirred several ingredients in there. All the while, a hopeful, playful gaze made his eyes gleam with joy. He couldn’t help but imagine the smile his daddy would give him, pick him up in his arms, and swirl him around!

The thought of it was so awesome that his entire body fluttered with anticipation.

But for now, he really needed to focus.

Baking wasn’t at all as easy as youtube videos cut it out to be.

He had done well so far... Mixed the flour with the butter and eggs (not a single eggshell in the mix, he was proud). But as he attempted to pour the sugar in, his hand slipped and tiny white crystals scattered all over the clean countertop.

Peter bit his lip, oops…

That was almost all the sugar left in the house, so he had to try and salvage it if he wanted to have enough left for the frosting. Using his fingers, he tried to collect it, admittedly making worse of a mess than anything.

By the time he had poured it where it belonged, Peter’s fingers, thighs, and even his nose and cheeks were coated in sugar. Not that he had a moment to notice since he hurried to put the mix in the oven.

In front of it, he huffed and puffed, and eventually grinned. His chest filled with a deep breath, full of pride for this accomplishment. Now, all he had to do was wait– Oh! The frosting!

He had almost forgotten about it! He could've just gotten his daddy to buy some, but where was the fun in that? Besides, he wanted the entire treat to be homemade, something that was 100% made by his hands for his alpha.

Quickly, Peter went back to work. His efforts added more layers of vanilla and powdered sugar on his smooth, porcelain skin. It was part of the process for someone who had never baked before, at least. He was a mess but it was all worth it to see his alpha daddy happy.

If he could pull this off, he'd be able to bring the treats back to the bedroom and surprise his daddy in bed.

Unknown to Peter, Tony had woken up just a few minutes earlier than he usually did. The regular spot where his omega son tended to curl up in his bed was cold. It was probably why Tony had woken up in the first place. The alpha was so used to his baby boy squirming and nestling deep into his embrace that the lack of warmth was foreign. It felt wrong.

He went in search of his little omega son, still a bit groggy from sleep but curious as to what could possibly lure Peter away from his bed. The sounds from the kitchen gave away Peter's location and the alpha stood by the door, watching his son work.

Tony could tell how eager Peter was to do this task. His son hadn't even changed from his pajamas which consisted of one of Tony's old but soft shirts. It was so large on his son that the worn, stretched collar revealed more than it would have on the alpha. Worn a bit lopsided, it threatened to slip off, giving Tony a glimpse of his son's peachy pink shoulder.

If Tony didn't know any better, he'd think that was all Peter was wearing. But he knew that he had shorts on, tiny little things that were hidden beneath Tony's shirt.

His son was so energetic. Even while standing still, he was shifting from foot to foot, no doubt eager and excited over what he was doing.

Tony couldn't resist. Lured in by his sweet boy, the alpha approached.

Peter had been so distracted that the approaching, soft footsteps on the stairs had gone unnoticed. What couldn't be ignored was the strong, steady arms that slipped around his waist and a moment later, the familiar hard body of his daddy pressed against his back.

"Good morning, baby," his daddy murmured to him, kissing his temple. He felt the gentle scrap of Tony's beard against his cheek and shivered in response. "What's all this now, hmm?"

The alpha tapped a finger against the side of his nose, getting a bit of sugar and cream on it in the process.

Peter chuckled bashfully. The kitchen was a small battlefield of shed ingredients and delicious smells, but nothing could ever compare with the familiar scent of his dad. That alpha scent was so warm, deep and perfect, a whiff of it engulfed Peter's body in a fluffy blanket.

He glanced back to give his dad an endearing little smile even as he continued stirring the mix of butter and sugar.

His daddy's playful touches were tickling, making Peter squirm and giggle in response.

"Making daddy cupcakes!" he announced, all too proud and excited. "Not ready yet… gotta wait a little."

Peter nodded to himself and focused back on his work, wiggling to nestle inside his daddy's arms.

Tony smiled but didn't withdraw.

"That's so sweet, baby. Such a sweet thing to do for your daddy," Tony smiled against his neck.

He nuzzled against the soft skin there, scenting the sweet smell of omega and sugar. He had never really been one for sweets but standing here with his boy smelling of sugar and warmth, he couldn't resist wanting just a little taste.

"Can I have a little taste while I wait?" Tony murmured against Peter's skin. It tickled and sent more of that thrilling, fluttering feeling coursing through him. "Think I've suddenly developed a bit of a sweet tooth."

The omega purred at the praises. His daddy was always so affectionate towards him and his words tickled him in a different kind of way.

“Daddy…!” Peter whined, far too playfully to be taken seriously, “It’s not ready just yet…” he pouted, but the corner of his lips curved back into a smile.

He dipped his finger in the frosting and scooped a generous amount of it. Then Peter offered his finger to his daddy, bringing it up to his lips. With his head tilted towards him, the omega observed closely, big brown orbs blinking in haste to not miss a second of his reaction.

Tony took the offering, tongue curling around his son's slim fingers. The sugar sweet taste of the frosting coated his tastebuds and the alpha gave an exaggerated moan of pleasure to indulge his boy.

"Thank you, Pete," Tony said with a grin. "That tastes amazing. Even better than anything we can get catered."

The boy writhed, his skin dotted with goosebumps. His dad’s tongue gave him such a funny feeling! Peter wanted more of it. But he felt too shy to ask for something like that, even if his daddy was always eager to shower him with affection and cater to his every need.

The alpha noticed some sugar on his son's cheek and chuckled. "Have you had some? A good chef should always try their creations."

“No…” Peter shook his head a little,. “I didn’t think to try it,” he realized and looked down at the bowl.

Softly, the omega gripped his daddy’s hand, the one that rested on his hip making his boy shorts all wrinkly. He guided his thumb across the edge of the bowl to collect a little bit of frosting before bringing it to his lips.

His pink little tongue poked out to lick over it.

“Mm!” the omega exclaimed and sucked Tony’s thumb in, greedy to get more of this sugary sweet taste.

Maybe his daddy would get to feel the same happy feeling he did? Peter hoped so. He loved to please his daddy, to make him feel good.

Tony chuckled in response but there was a husky edge to it.

"That's a perk to it," he murmured, "You get to taste how good it is…"

He let Peter savor the taste. And long after the slightest hint of sweetness was licked away, Tony still lingered, the pad of his thumb resting on his son's tongue. His reluctance to withdraw was obvious with how slowly he slipped his finger out.

"You should let daddy have another taste," Tony said as he turned the boy's face towards his. His fingers caressed the omega's jaw, tipping his face up so Tony could lean down and brush their lips together.

At first, Peter looked at him, not really following what his daddy wanted. His lips, lax and soft like flower petals remained parted, feeling Tony’s that touched him ever so tenderly.

With his eyes still open, Peter puckered his lips to lay a nice kiss on his daddy’s mouth. It was nothing out of the ordinary, on the contrary, it was his favorite thing.

His daddy’s beard was coarse, caressing over his cheek. He loved the feeling of it, even if it irritated his sensitive skin.

Quiet, little giggles followed, pouring out the omega as the softness of Tony’s lips persisted against his own. The taste of the frosting was shared between them, making them all sticky with sugar.

“Daddy tastes better…” he purred into the kiss, and slowly quieted down. Gently, he licked over Tony’s lips, unable to resist their heat.

Tony gave his boy another sweet kiss, hauling him in even tighter before pulling away.

"Hmm, I don't know, kid," Tony said teasingly, "I'm almost convinced you're made of sugar, spice, and everything nice."

He glanced at the baking cupcakes in the oven then the remaining ingredients on the table and hummed in thought.

"Looks like you still have a bit more to do," Tony said thoughtfully. He kissed the boy's cheek, giving him an encouraging but mysterious smile. "Don't let your old man get in the way. You can finish up, I'll just… keep you company. That's okay, isn't it, baby?"

Peter’s expression turned serious in consideration. His focus returned to the task at hand. He had almost forgotten about the cupcakes altogether with his daddy’s mind-numbing treatment.

“Oh, I gotta finish the frosting, yes! And then…” he tapped his finger on his freshly kissed lips, a bit wet and sticky still. “Then take the cupcakes out and…” his voice trailed off, the rest of the process laid out in his thoughts.

Not a moment later, he nodded. “Alpha can stay, just… over there…” he shooed playfully with his hand, ordering his daddy to step aside and sit on one of the stools.

Peter was satisfied with himself and it showed. He was beaming and soon, a light little tune sounded from behind his closed lips. Small, gentle dance moves followed as he went back to stirring.

His hips swayed left and right, and sure enough, he threw quick glances at his daddy to see if he was watching.

Their eyes met and Tony gave Peter a warm smile. That mysterious smile was still on his face and as soon as the omega glanced away, Tony let his eyes linger.

The baggy shirt was a nuisance in this instance. It covered up much of his son's movements and even though Tony could see his legs and even his bare toes curled against the kitchen tiles, the alpha wanted more.

Just as before, Tony was lured in. He took his spot again, pressing up against Peter's smaller body.

"You really made a mess of yourself, didn't you?" Tony teased gently with words and touches.

His hands settled on Peter's shoulders, slipping down over his lean chest, and even further down to his hips. Beneath his fingers, he felt the dust of flour, the rough grains of sugar, and the soft warmth of his baby boy's skin.

He stopped the boy from turning around, caging him against the counter.

"Ah, no, no, Pete, keep working," Tony instructed him. "You wanna finish the cupcakes for your alpha, don't you?"

Peter squirmed in his hold, whining in fake protest. He was getting all ticklish all over again, the goosebumps returning as if they were never gone.

“Dad…” the omega muttered under his breath, followed by a light chuckle that had his form vibrating against the man.

To say he didn’t relish all this attention would be the world’s greatest lie. But, ah, the scent, the closeness… Tony’s breathe ghosting over his ear… They didn’t help him focus. Was his daddy aware of that?

Heat rose up to his cheeks, but he tried to push through all that and get his little cupcakes done. It was for alpha, after all. They had to be perfect.

“Will make ‘em…” he nodded, getting even more restless with every second he spent nestled in his dad’s strong arms. It felt as if alpha was inspecting him, another naughty thought that made him wiggle on his feet.

Peter bit his lip to suppress something other than laughter that threatened to escape from deep within his throat. Hopefully, his daddy didn’t pick up on any of that.

Then he glanced down at his working hands and found his movements were already sluggish and careless. The knuckles had turned all pinkish from stirring, or was it thanks to the oven? It made the kitchen so hot. He was getting all sweaty.

Okay, okay, next's vanilla extract… his mind provided, urging him to follow through with the recipe.

Tony let a minute or two pass, staying right there and being a warm, comforting presence. It didn't stay that way for long.

His hands, which were previously resting on the boy's hips, started to wander. First, they slowly inched beneath the omega's shirt. Warm, soft skin met the alpha's fingertips and it had been such a slow, gradual process that Peter may or may not have noticed.

He felt the band of Peter's shorts when he moved just an inch downwards. He didn't stop there though. The alpha pressed even closer, hands slipping even further down until he was touching between the boy's creamy thighs, rubbing at the mess of sugar and flour.

"So messy," Tony observed, thumbs stroking along both sugar and skin. He cupped his son's covered little cock, smiling when the little thing started to respond immediately.

Peter’s hips bucked at that, involuntarily. His daddy’s palm was so warm and big… his little member fit so easily inside. Touching him there… It brought a tightening feeling to his belly, making the boy bend forward a bit.

He had tried so hard to focus, to mix all the necessary ingredients in. His lean arms worked their hardest but now jerked away, giving in to the heat that fueled through his body.

Naked little toes curled against the tiles, bitten red lip keeping mewls and squeals from escaping. With the whisk in hand, he lowered it back down, trying to swirl it through the thickening mix.

His little cock twitched, he could feel himself getting hard and sensitive. The lack of underwear made the touch even more vivid. Long lashes fluttered closed for a moment as the boy wished that his shorts would vanish, leaving his cocklet bare for his daddy to have.

A shuffle of his feet followed, and it was enough to feel the wetness that slowly collected, the damp fabric verging on uncomfortable. Peter was not doing it on purpose, it was his daddy’s fault.

“Ah, mm…” the omega purred as silently as possible, looking back down and trying to focus. “Dad-…dy!” he finally let out as he jerked his knees in a riot. “Alpha is teasing me! Not letting me finish the frosting…”

Warm breath tickled against his skin, Tony's purr of amusement rumbled against his back.

"You can do it, kid," his daddy said, "I believe in you. You're my good boy, aren't you? Always trying to make alpha happy… Just keep doing what you're doing, Pete, and let daddy have his fun."

He continued to play with his son, teasing the omega's stiff cocklet with gentle squeezes. When it was as hard as it could be, he started to slowly stroke it, giving just enough friction to make his boy squeak with pleasure.

Peter nodded, a frantic movement almost, as he didn’t dare to open his mouth to speak. He was biting hard on his bottom lip, fighting back moan after moan that made his chest shake with want. His eyebrows pinched together and his cheeks glowed beet red. They were so flushed and warm that he could feel the heat coming off of them.

Tony was impatient though and just after a few minutes playing with Peter's hard cock, his sugar coated fingers slipped down further.

The omega bowed a bit, to check the next step of the recipe, his fingers sticky with the mix that was slowly coming together. His shivering thighs pressed closed, squeezing his daddy’s big hand there.

It felt so ticklish in the best way possible…

Heavy cream… He could do it, he needed to do it. Pour the next ingredients in.

Between his legs, slick soaked Peter's tiny shorts and Tony rubbed against the boy's clothed pussy. Tugging it to the side, the alpha was able to touch him directly. Soft, bare skin, and between his pussylips, wetness dripped over his fingers.

He teased the soft little hole with a fingertip.

“Ah…” a little moan finally escaped Peter, making him blush feverishly.

Drops of slick dribbled out his pink little folds, inviting the alpha to explore. Peter’s mind was going blank with the desire to feel his dad’s thick finger inch inside… The beat of his heart thumping loudly with this escalating need.

"You like making daddy happy, don't you?" Tony murmured.

“Love making daddy happy…” the boy muttered to encourage himself, “Y-yes…” he nodded again as he poured the heavy cream into the bowl. Some spilled, but in the mess that Peter had already made, it didn’t make much of a difference.

Tony smiled against his neck and purred in approval.

"I know you do," he replied warmly. "Always been my good boy, my sweet baby omega."

Then to Peter's frustration, Tony's fingers slipped away from where he needed them. The sound of soft suckling gave the boy a clue of what his daddy was doing. Licking the slick off his fingers.

"So sweet, baby," Tony groaned and did it again, dipping his fingers along Peter's dripping wet hole. This time, he led his fingers into the boy's mouth, letting the omega get a taste of his own slick. "I think daddy wants to play… But don't worry, I won't bother you too much. Keep working, Pete, I won't take long."

Peter’s lips parted for his dad’s middle finger to sink inside. Immediately, his tongue was greeted with a strange sweetness. The slick was thick and weird, and yet that odd taste had an addictive side to it. He swirled the digit around, sucking it further in to clean it thoroughly.

Besides, he was curious. If his daddy liked the taste so much, then surely he would like it as well.

While doing so, he kept on whisking. Soon, the thick flavor was all but gone, but his dad’s finger had its own taste that Peter relished. Softly, he nursed from it much like he would a lollipop, his attention returning to the recipe.

Tony let his son suckle on his finger a bit while the other hand slipped to Peter's waist.

One of the reasons Tony had sought out his son was because he had woken up rather worked up. Without Peter in his bed, his cock had been missing the boy's warmth, even aching in disappointment. Of course, seeing Peter so happy while baking had stalled those urges… But the omega's wet little tongue roused them once again.

It would be so easy to tug his son's shorts to the side and just take what he wanted, but Tony wanted a nice visual. Wanted to see his cock sink in when he fucked him.

The shorts were tugged down, just enough that his son's smooth, round cheeks were revealed.

He gave them a nice, rough squeeze before gently parting them. Peter's pretty pink hole tightened from the cold air but he could see the gleam of wetness leaking, dripping down his thighs. His son's pussy was an even prettier pink, flushed and plump with arousal.

“Mm…” Peter whined but it was in impatience. He liked to pretend that his daddy was being a bother, obstructing the sweet-making procedure. And maybe a part of him really was agitated that Tony wouldn’t wait for him to finish first.

But, in truth, every moment he had to wait for his daddy’s cock was a moment too long. His slick dripping pussy ached already, feeling all empty and useless because of it.

His dad’s appreciating gaze was so warm on his skin. The man liked what he saw, the thought amazed and delighted Peter, made him greedy for more.

Slowly, discreetly, he arched his back, pushing his ass out to be inspected and used with ease. It was all fun and games, for now. His thighs shivered just a little, his hands went back to working hard and efficiently. Just a bit longer and he would be done. The frosting was coming together nicely.

“A little bit of this…” He could feel his dad looking, deciding… He tried not to think about it but his mind kept on asking, Which hole will daddy use?

Tony admired the tiny little holes presented to him. One thing he loved about his son being omega was that omegas were made for this. Made to take an alpha's cock and by their very nature, their bodies were always so tight and hungry for more. Even if Peter had been a beta, Tony would've loved him still, but being omega was a great perk.

He couldn't find wait.

With a breathy sigh, Tony shoved his boxers down, smirking when the fat length of his cock smacked against his son's ass. It looked so mean and impossible, too big in length and girth compared to his son's cute little cheeks.

He led the dripping tip between Peter's cheeks and teased the swollen head against the hole there. It was pinprick small, squeezed closed against his tip but it trembled in anticipation.

Tony let it sink in just the tiniest bit, his cockhead nudging in before he moved it further down.

Peter’s belly clenched at the feeling, his body jerking forward a little before settling back down. In preparation of what was to come, his heels already left the ground, toes all pointed to bring himself higher so that his daddy could reach better.

Daddy hadn’t stretched him down there, but he didn’t need to. Peter loved it when he felt the girth opening his little pussy up with the barest of resistance as if it was made for his daddy’s cock. Made to perfectly accommodate him.

And he loved to whine about it being too big… about feeling too full… The words already arranged themselves in his head but with nowhere to go. Why was his daddy taking so long? Peter almost glanced back to check, but he resisted. He was supposed to be cooking, not paying any attention to that.

Tony gave a soft hum as though considering what to do… As though he still had to decide which hole he wanted to fuck. In truth, he just wanted his Peter to start squirming.

The thick length of his cock rubbed between the boy's pussylips, getting soaked with sweet slick. Even then, he teased his poor son, rubbing his cock around the wet folds, teasing over and over… He gave Peter's hungry little pussy the same treatment, nudging his swollen tip and letting it sink in…

He even let the tip pop in and groaned softly as the flared head pushed inside. It felt so warm and wet inside… The perfect home for his cock, but Tony wasn't done yet.

He pulled out again, his breathing heightened and cock twitching angrily at the loss.

A mewl of frustration escaped Peter. His knees jerked, demanding for his dad to go ahead and do something, anything to sate his need. The tightness in his belly was growing unbearable, all the teasing so mean and unfair.

“Daddy…” Peter was a bit shy, but he’d rather get all embarrassed than stay wanting like this for a moment longer.

“Please…” he said softly, his voice coming out an octave higher with neediness.

He felt his pussylips pulse, the stretched little hole returning to its initial size after being left empty. Ropes of slick dangled from it, connecting the puffy lips with the very tip of his daddy’s cock. The promise of so much wetness, his daddy had to just push in and his cock would be at home.

But his back hole was greedy as well, getting to feel the smooth cockhead tease there only for it to be taken away. The sight was lewd, Peter felt the mess his body produced, the bubbles of slick that glistened there in invitation.

"Something wrong, kid?" Tony teased, breath hot against his neck. "Focus, Pete, gotta get the frosting done soon. We still have that Halloween party to go to tonight."

Another little squirm followed, another dance of Peter’s hips and shoulders. “Play with me…”

The alpha purred against his ear.

"Will that help you focus, baby?" Tony wondered, just a hint of playfulness in his tone. "Does having daddy's cock in your naughty hole make it easier to work?"

“Mm…” Peter mewled in agreement, “Easier…” The opposite was true, of course.

But he felt so hot down there, so sensitive, that his mind gladly agreed. Certainly, he’d be able to finish the frosting while filled with his daddy’s cock.

Tony’s tip was wet from more than just his precum now. The brief little push into Peter's wet pussy had left his cockhead and even an inch of his member dripping with wetness. It was more than he needed to tease the puckered little back hole.

Around and around, he teased his son's hole with his swollen tip.

"Hmm... I got an idea," Tony said. "My son's so sweet to me… Making me yummy cupcakes so early… Why don't I give you something in return? I know just what you want."

Without further talk, Tony dragged his leaking cock back to his boy's pussy and with a harsh shove, fucked his cock inside. Peter didn't even have a moment to prepare. One moment, he was empty and aching… The next, he was filled with his father's alpha cock.

It stretched his walls apart obscenely. The very girth of Tony's erection threatened to split his tiny pussy apart.

The boy bent over in an instant, the force of his daddy’s cock pushing him against the counter. His rosy lips stretched apart in an inaudible scream of sweet sweet pleasure. At this same moment, all things around him blurred, out of focus, as his big brown orbs rotated to the back of his head.

His grip on the whisk was so tight that it was shaking. He needed to hold onto something as all his senses went on overdrive.

A breathy gasp brought him back from the ecstasy. Only to feel more of it… more pleasure flooding his pussy… so full that he couldn’t move. Impaled, his small figure hanging from his daddy’s cock. Just like they both loved it.

“Nngh…” he finally let out, little stars dancing around his vision, his upper body swaying while pulling in short little breaths. His eyelids slid shut to fully appreciate the stretch that his daddy was giving him.

The side of the counter was already stained with a premature load his excited cocklet had released. The sterile seed sliding down towards the tiled floor. Some droplets still clinging on his flushed little tip, joining the precum.

But Peter was not even aware of it. With his mouth still hanging open, he pulled in breath after breath, holding on.

Tony was lost in a world of his own. Peter's sweet pussy squeezed around him and he let out a ragged sigh.

"God, baby, you have the best pussy…" Tony complimented him.

A glance down showed his cock splitting the boy apart, his plump lips already open around the invading length. Then the alpha sighed again, hands gripping his son's hips.

Only half his length had made it inside on the initial thrust.

"You took half of daddy's cock this time, Pete," Tony told him, "Bit better this time around… Your poor pussy normally only takes a couple inches for the first fuck of the day."

Peter could swear he had taken all of it this time. It just wasn’t possible this was only half! Tilting his head down, he could see his lower belly press out already, forming a bulge.

A whine came out from the back of his throat, a protest. Taking half was better than a few inches but Peter hoped to take all of it, every inch. That would really satisfy his daddy. Maybe next time.

Tony’s grip tightened as he lifted the boy off his feet. Most of the weight shifted onto Peter's front as he did so but the alpha didn’t pay too much attention to that. If Peter was uncomfortable, he'd let his daddy know.

The omega’s feet dangled helplessly, the tip of his toes brushing over the tiles, seeking to reach them for a few seconds more. Without any stable footing, Peter was in his dad’s mercy, to be fucked into at the pace he chose. With the force he liked.

“Ah!” Peter let out, finally giving up to rest his upper body on the cold surface. He tried to balance himself on his slender forearms, but it wouldn’t last. He already felt the need to let go completely, plant his cheek on the counter and let his daddy bounce him off his cock vigorously.

They had done this too often so Tony knew that while the hard counter was mildly uncomfortable, his boy wouldn't even notice it. The cock making its way inside would take all his attention.

Tony hauled the boy's hips back while driving his own forward. He got the rest of his cock in with another thrust, groaning as his hips slapped against Peter's ass.

What a satisfying sound…

The alpha didn't stop there. He used the grip he had to hold Peter in place as he pounded in and out of the boy's pussy, abundant slick squelching loud in the kitchen as his cock plowed through it.

Peter’s moaning was just as sweet as the cupcakes he was trying to make. It filled the room with every thrust the man gave him. He had no reason to hold back, daddy liked to hear his voice, to know that his boy was having a good time.

It was an understatement. Peter’s head was pushed back, eyes made into small slits as he keened to the ceiling. He loved to feel every inch penetrate right in, stretch him apart, claim him. His little pussy was so tight that he could even feel the veins along the hefty length, the twitches that poured out precum, right into his soaked hole.

“Alphaa…” Peter would switch to this title sometimes when his daddy had his way with him. He just liked to pretend that his dad was his mate, his alpha. His instincts got appeased by it and it made him even hotter.

Another thrust and his head fell between his shoulders. Sweaty elbows made it difficult to stay in place, but Peter could not focus on any of that, let alone the bowl filled with frosting that was pushed to the side.

A moaning mess, his daddy was riding him so good that his pussy clenched to milk that knot. It just wouldn’t be the same if his dad didn’t knot him.

“Knot… me, daddy… P-please…” the omega breathed out, his speech cut off by little moans that forced their way out of him. “Need alpha’s knot…”

"Look at you…" Tony grunted as he continued to snap his hips forward. "Telling daddy you need to finish making cupcakes… But one taste of my cock and you forgot all about it."

He hauled the boy upright, using a thick forearm across Peter's lean chest to hold him there. The boy was able to settle back on his feet, but with how Tony continued to fuck him, he was still forced into his toes.

"C'mon, baby, finish working," Tony told him. He made a grab for the bowl and pushed it into Peter's trembling hands.

"So close…" Tony grunted in his ear. "So close to finishing and then… Daddy will give you something nice for… for being so good…"

“C-close… really… c-close…” Peter moaned, referring to something else entirely.

There was a reason he had begged for his daddy’s knot moments ago. It was because he felt the fire in his tummy take hold, the walls of his pussy tighten rapidly with an approaching climax.

Tony licked the boy's neck, catching drops of sweet sweat on his tongue.

Only experience let him continue fucking the omega while he talked. He knew how to handle his boy, knew just how to dig his cock in deep so that it made Peter stupid with pleasure. He also knew that his boy was a slut for praise and he'd do anything to make his daddy happy.

"Don't you wanna give daddy your treat?" Tony encouraged.

Peter’s attention, forced to be divided like this, was a tragedy. He only wanted to focus on that full of pleasure feeling that stirred in his tummy. But his daddy… he had asked him to finish the sweets for him, be good, and he would do anything to be that.

“Y-yes…” he stuttered in delirium, his entire weight held by Tony’s strong arms as his little pussy got fucked without pause.

He looked down at the bowl, trying to capture a thought, to focus on what was missing. But his eyes could not keep open, pupils blown and enlarged, mostly hooded behind his long lashes.

The mix was a pale yellow, nude almost. Was it supposed to be like that? No… it was supposed to be purple. That was the last ingredient, some food coloring.

The omega reached over with his shaky hand to bring in the little package. His lips opened, mewls and moans pouring out while he tore one of its corners.

His teeth pressed together, his body stiffening alarmingly. So close to completion, slick was dripping down all the way to the floor. Thin trails of his lust for his daddy spilled down between their feet.

He let the ingredient in and by some miracle, gave the mix a single stir. Then his head fell back on his dad’s shoulder, the last bit of his strength and stamina breaking to pieces.

Needily, the boy reached back, his fingers biting into the man’s clothed thigh for a grip. His other held onto Tony’s forearm, the one keeping him in place. “I’m-! I’m… I’m done, d-daddy!” he squealed and at the same time came on his dad’s cock.

His pussy squeezed, bared down on the obscene length, finding the pleasure and fulfillment that had the boy collapsing.

Tony knew what it meant when his boy squeezed down on him like that.

"Good boy… good boy…" Tony panted as he ruthlessly fucked his son. His balls smacked against Peter's flushed pussy, so full and heavy with the next incoming load.

He held Peter tight as the boy fell apart in his arms, that sweet pussy rippling and squeezing all along his bare cock. At the base, his knot was starting to expand, growing larger and larger as he pushed himself to finish. Before it reached its full size, the knot rubbed against the boy's entrance.

The sensation of a knot trying to catch was a unique feeling, stimulating the omega to lock down on it.

"Daddy's gonna give you a treat now," Tony grunted into his ear. "Gonna give my baby a nice creampie… Get all of daddy's spunk deep inside your pretty pussy…"

It took only a couple more thrusts before Tony's grip tightened almost to the point of pain. He shoved Peter's hips down just as he fucked up into that tight heat… And with a pained groan, Tony knotted the dazed omega.

The knot expanded so fast, growing and taking up every bit of room in Peter's little pussy. Even then, Tony continued to grind against him, hissing at how sensitive his cock and knot had become. Potent alpha cum spilled inside with heavy spurts, flooding the boy's defenseless womb as his daddy pumped him full.

Peter moaned through it all, broken and loving every second of being used like this, for his daddy’s pleasure.

His lean, trembling fingers fell away, unable to hold on. His feet numb and ticklish, much like the rest of him as sensitivity took hold. Daddy was giving him more, more… he could feel it. Hot and sticky, the alpha’s load made his belly swell. The knot plugged his little pussy, keeping all the precious seed inside it.

Peter wished his dad would never stop. To find completion, together, like this. It was perfect.

Tony’s heavenly groans spiked the boy’s arousal, the alpha’s strong scent flooding his senses and prolonging his little orgasm. His pussy kept on milking, massaging the huge knot. Taking sweet care of it in gratitude for this thick and nice load.

To satisfy his daddy like this, to be good for him… Peter’s body fluttered with heat.

Sensitivity grew and grew, making him mewl and squirm, fighting it a little. His soles had climbed up, pawing at his dad’s legs, sliding over them helplessly.

After what could have been seconds, or minutes, or hours, the last bits of tightness dwindled in the omega’s belly, the last wave of his climax spearing through him.

A ding! sounded from the oven, signaling it was time to take out the cupcakes but Peter didn’t hear it. He was a little drooling mess, caught on his daddy’s knot, a belly full of his cum.

Low, playful purring rumbled through his chest, utterly sated and in bliss as he was.

“Thank you… daddy… for the treat,” Peter whispered sweetly, even now being the good boy that his daddy wanted him to be.

Tony kissed his temple. His hand rubbed over the small little bump where his cock was still depositing load after load inside his son.

"Thank you, baby," Tony purred, "Always such a sweet, perfect omega."

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starker-sorbet · 5 years

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Spooky Starker Week Oct 20: Candy and Sweets

#spookystarker2019 #starker #moodboard #mine

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spooky-starker-week · 5 years

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Summer is dying...

But Starker lives on!

Announcing Spooky Starker Week!

What is it?

We are running a One Week event to celebrate Starker and Halloween! Anything spooky, dark, Halloween related and Starker, we want it! 😍 Fluff, smut, dark, yesyesyes.

When is it?

Officially, the event will run from October 20 - 26th but we will continue to accept prompts until the 31st.

Spooky Starker Week Info

Each day will have a suggested prompt that can be interpreted however you please.

Anything created (fanart, fanfics, moodboards, etc) of any rating will be accepted.

We only ask that fanfics have a minimum 100 words and for other's consideration, please tag accordingly 💜

Tag us or use the tag #spookystarker2019

Depending on how many fills, we'll post a daily roundup post with links to those who've participated.

On Oct31/Nov 1, a master post will be created with all the works.

Feel like doing something besides the prompts? Feel free to tag us anyway 🧡💚

Participating in other events? Bingo? Kinktober? Completely cool with us 🎃

Have any other questions? Our ask box is open or feel free to directly DM us.

We hope you guys join us in celebrating our two loves, Starker and Halloween.

This blog will also be reblogging posts for some spooky inspiration 😱

🕸️ Spooky Starker Prompts 🕷️

Prompts as text:

Oct 20: Candy and Sweets

Oct 21: Paranormal

Oct 22: Halloween Party

Oct 23: Pumpkins / Turnips

Oct 24: Movies

Oct 25: Costumes

Oct 26: Vampires

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yuihoshiart · 5 years

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Spooky Starker Day 1: Candy and Sweets

So... I wanted to combine spooky Starker with inktober, so here you get my crappy traditional art... 😂 I’m not sure yet if I’m gonna be making all the prompts like this or if I’ll go back to digital, I guess it depends on what you guys like?

Would you like to see more drawings with ink and markers? I may do at least a couple more, I enjoy doing it, but it’s also frustraiting at times 😂

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wandering-night19 · 5 years

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Day 2: Paranormal

Tony has two months to get the sequel to his bestseller to the publisher. So he rents a house in the wilds of Maine in order to keep distractions to a minimum.

But shortly after moving in he starts seeing things.

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cipherstarker · 5 years

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Day 1: Candy and Sweets (October 20th (Yes I’m late, shush))

Warnings: Mentions of blood, murder and suicide.

“So,” Morticia said, adjusting her hold on Wednesday so she faced Tony, “What is troubling you?”

Tony shrugged, avoiding his dear cousin’s eyes and landing on her perfectly manicured red nails. He reached forward and tugged Wednesday out of her grip and into his welcoming arms. Immediately, the baby girl’s chubby pale arms went up to grab on his goatee and Tony hid his smile. “Just stressed,” he finally replied, his mind going to Pepper’s face after he announced to the whole world that he was Iron Man, “that’s all.”

Morticia just hummed lightly and Tony avoided her disbelieving gaze by leaning forward to give Wednesday some eskimo kisses. It didn’t save him for long, as his cousin leaned towards him, gently pushing a loose lock of hair behind his ear before her fingers moved under his chin to apply a light pressure until he faced her. “Nothing at all to do with the press conference earlier this evening?”

At that moment his phone chirped and Tony smiled apologetically at Morticia, “Duty calls.” With that he stood, passing Wednesday back to her but a hand quickly came out to wrap around his wrist.

“Come for dinner tomorrow. I’ll ask Grandmama to cook your favourite.”

“Okay, ‘ticia. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He leaned down and give a gentle kiss to her cheek before following Lurch to the front door.

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Once outside, Tony breathed in the fresh air before looking down at his phone - which was louding playing ‘Iron Man’ (Yes, Jarvis was hilarious) - with a glare before answering it with a sigh. “Yes, Pep? I thought you cleared my schedule?”

“There’s a guy called Spiderman in your penthouse.”

“What?” Tony couldn’t mask his surprise. Who was Spiderman? How the hell did he get in?” “I’ll be there in a sec.”

Tony walked into the penthouse with his usual swagger, his hands in his trouser pockets and his suit jacket unbuttoned. “Well well well, seems with have a spider problem.” He said with a smirk as he spotted a man in a red onesie splayed on his couch like he owned it.

“Mr Stark.” The man replied with a nod.

“So, what can I do for you, little spider?” Tony walked over to the black bar, pouring himself a glass of whiskey and held up the bottle to the other man who declined with a shake of his head. “Your loss,” he muttered to himself.

“I’m here because you just announced yourself to be a superhero on TV.”

Tony proudly smirked, “Ah, you saw that?”

“I did,” he didn’t sound impressed, “You just brought me into the limelight with you,” he stood up and started to slowly walk over to Tony, his arms crossed over his chest, “and that’s somewhere I don’t want to be.”

“Right,” Tony signalled to Jarvis to prepare the suit, anticipating the fight to come, “and why, exactly, do you want to stay out of the limelight?”

“That’s none of your concern.”

“Jarvis,” Tony prompted.

“Yes, Sir. Spiderman, otherwise known as Peter Parker, is 20 years old working at a cafe called May’s Sweet Treats. Family includes said May Parker and close friends are Ned and Michelle who likes to be known as MJ.” Jarvis shows a picture of a boy, with curly brown hair and big bambi eyes and shit, Tony wants. “I can also link Mr Parker to several murders in New York.” Double shit. He thinks he might be in love.

The man - Peter - rips of his mask, his eyes alight with flames and his hair a porcupine mess. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” He started to quickly advance on Tony, his hands clenched tightly shut and his pretty face curled into a snarl. He pushed Tony against the granite counters, his hands holding onto his suit jacket as he lifted him, his feet dangling uselessly. “I should kill you right this instant.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Tony mocked as he pushed the knife he had grabbed against Peter’s neck, “You may be younger, but I have experience.” Peter’s adam’s apple bopped, leaving a tiny cut where the knife had pressed against it, his eyes were now wide with astonishment and want. Tony removed the knife to bring it to his mouth, licking up the slight trace if blood on it.

“Fuck,” Peter whispered, breathlessly. Tony just smirked. “Where have you been all my life Tony Stark.” In response, Tony brought his legs up to wrap around lean hips.

“Waiting for someone just like you, ‘ticia always did say it would come when I least expected it.”

“‘ticia?” Peter questioned, unable to hide the jealousy in his voice.

“My cousin, Morticia. She married the love of her life, Gomez, a couple of years back. They met a funeral, how romantic is that? Morticia couldn’t stop staring at him. Actually, I think Gomez is still a suspect. Family is very important to the Stark’s and Addams’.”

Suddenly, Peter was kissing him and Tony let out an obscene sounding moan, arching his back and bringing up his free hand to grab at Peter’s hair. He pulled himself back, gasping for breath and the taste of copper in his mouth from where Peter had bit his lip to hard.

“Come for dinner tomorrow.” Peter demanded.

“Can’t,” he leaned forward to brush his tongue against red lips, Peter’s mouth automatically parting for another kiss before leaning backwards again. “You can, however, join us for a family dinner.”

“Of course, what time?”

“8.”

Peter went to put him down so he tightly clinged on. “I didn’t say you had to go just yet though. I’m sure we can think of something to do?” Tony winked.

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The next day, Tony and Peter were stood outside the door waiting, Peter tugging at the suit that he had borrowed from Tony. “You look good, Bambi,” Tony reassured as the door was opened by Lurch. Immediately, Tony was swooped up in a hug by Gomez.

“It has been much to long, Tony!”

“You saw me yesterday, Gomez.”

“Yes, it has been too long!” Then Gomez spotted Peter. “And who is this dashing, young thing?” He let go of Tony to sweep up Peter.

“Gomez this is Peter, Peter this is Gomez. Peter is responsible for them murders with the spider bites, Gomez.”

“Ah, marvellous. I love your work! Especially the one that was hanged from the building, just beautiful!”

Gomez then ushered them inside, leading them to the kitchen where Grandmama and Morticia were waiting. Tony almost walked into Peter when he stopped in shock, so he peaked around him and saw the spiderman themed candy apples he had asked Grandmama to make, next to the black ones they usually had.

“Ah, you must be Peter,” Morticia said, “Tony said that you’re the one. Oh, I hope it works well for the both of you. My sister killed her one, you know? Then herself. She wanted them to rot together sooner rather than later.”

Peter smiled and looked back at Tony and he felt his heart do a flip. The one. He would not let Peter go, not now, not ever. He was going to need a goddamn ring.

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cammerel · 5 years

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Oct 21: Paranormal

TW: Endgame follow-up, with alt Happy Ending for those that NEED it. E>

Tony had never given the afterlife much of a thought.

He was a realist, a scientist, so he approached it like many of his peers did.

People are made of stardust, they’re mass and they’re energy. And when they die, that energy /must/ go somewhere. Whether it was in the walls, the plants, the power lines around them… it went /somewhere/.

But when he gets up from his body, leaving it behind, and turns around to watch his loved ones mourn him, he thinks that he probably should’ve given it more of a proper look at - maybe then he would’ve been prepared for what he’s experiencing now.

He tries to go home with Pepper but his body gravitates further away from her until he realizes what’s pulling him.

Peter.

Of course it’s Peter that draws him away from his wife and child, like he always had over the last five years.

So maybe he goes… a little willingly.

But watching what Peter goes through in the following weeks is hard.

Watching him being taken advantage of and hurt and abused by Mysterio is even harder, but he accepts that this is his fate.

Where he had the ability to influence and affect everything around him in his life, he’s now being shown how little he can really control. And maybe how little he really controlled when he was alive. It’s hard to watch Peter cry and not wrap his arms around the kid.

He’s young and he’s had the fate of the world put on him.

More than once, Tony ponders just why the hell he was left in the afterlife, unable to move on.

Somehow, his spirit had latched onto Peter. And try as he might, he can’t be more than a few feet away from the kid, even with real effort.

Any time he tries to leave, he starts to hurt, starts to lose breath, and then Peter will move and tug him back.

But he can’t actually /do/ anything. So what’s the point of all of it?

Tony floats along with him as he swings through Queens, stopping at one of the many little vigils set out and folding his legs as he puts down a candle of his own.

It’s about that time, isn’t it?

A year has passed by like no time at all and Tony’s still here, completely incapable of moving on.

Tony sighs and sits down as well, looking up at the spray-painted image of himself - not Iron Man, but Tony specifically. He can only guess that that’s why Peter picked this one out of all of the others.

“I miss you,” Peter says, wiping his eyes and clearing his throat.

Tony blinks and looks over to him.

“This whole year… I’ve felt so lost,” Peter continues, voice trembling, “I made a lot of mistakes, had to deal with a lot of shit. If it wasn’t for the Avengers - or what’s left of them… and-and Matt Murdock - I’d probably be sitting in a prison cell right now, doing time for something I never even did.”

He narrows his eyes, remembering the painstaking hours he had to sit through in court, watching Peter and not being able to do a damn thing about it.

“I never stop thinking about you,” Peter takes a long, deep, shaky breath, “There were so many things I wanted to tell you. So much I wanted to say, but it never felt like the right time.”

Tony swallows tightly, “I’m still here, kid,” he knows Peter can’t hear him, but he says it anyway.

Peter blushes, staring up at the Tony Stark on the wall, at his eyes, then looking away, “Some of it I wonder how you’d feel. If you’d be upset or disappointed. You’d probably pick on me, make jokes.”

“Never,” Tony insists, clutching his fists.

“I’ve… never even said it aloud,” Peter clears his throat, wiping away more tears, “I couldn’t even say it to MJ in person so I just broke up with her over text.”

Ah, he’d /assumed/ as much. But Tony had decided early on that he wouldn’t snoop over Peter’s shoulders. He was already seeing /far/ more than he should, so reading his personal conversations with people seemed like a bit too much.

He still wasn’t sure if it was fortunate or unfortunate that Peter had trouble masturbating after Tony died, and had pretty much given up trying altogether.

Or that Peter and MJ stopped making out on the couch and eventually had just decided to be friends.

“MJ apparently knew before I told her,” Peter shrugs, then looks back up at the painting, “But I loved you, I always loved you. I knew it was stupid and hopeless and pointless, but I’ve loved you since I was a little kid. I never told you, but you saved my life. I was like six years old, and all I knew was that I wanted to marry you one day.”

Peter chuckles and Tony feels his heart clench in his chest as he wipes away more tears.

“It’s been a year,” Peter says, his voice really hoarse now, “And I keep waiting for it to get easier, and it’s not. And you’re everywhere I look, everywhere I go. I don’t think it’s ever going to get easier for me, like they all keep saying. And I feel like if I had just… been better, if I had done something more, or if /I/ had used the gauntlet instead-”

“No!” Tony shakes his head, gritting his teeth, “Don’t say that, don’t you dare even think it!”

Peter jumps back from him, turning with wide, wild eyes.

Tony blinks, still sitting there, feeling the rage burning in his blood, but it simmers quickly when he realizes that Peter is… looking at him.

“M-Mr. Stark?” he asks in disbelief.

“You… can see me?” Tony asks back, trying not to get his hopes up.

“Oh god, no no no no no,” Peter gets up from the concrete and runs.

Tony sighs and can’t help but be yanked along with him, following Peter all of the way back to his apartment, through the window (or, well, for Tony it’s through the wall).

Peter curls into a corner, shaking his head and covering his ears, “Oh god, he’s still alive, he found me. This isn’t real, it’s-” he looks up towards Tony and then throws himself flat against the wall, “Go away! Leave, I-”

“It’s really me,” Tony motions to himself, “It’s me, Peter. Look, I… I can prove it. I don’t have like a fun story about finding out you watched porn in a hotel room or anything like that (which is fine, by the way). But we’ve… had a few personal moments, I like to think. Granted, most of them I was angry at you, or distant. I really tried in the end, kid, I tried. But I /do/ have proof.”

Peter stares at him silently, those big brown eyes wide with fear and confusion.

“When you were snapped, when you died in my arms,” Tony says, moving closer, “You kept telling me that you didn’t want to go, but right before you vanished, you told me you were sorry. And that apology, that one, kid, that has /haunted/ me ever since. You didn’t need to apologize to me, Pete, it should’ve been the other way around - I failed you. I failed horribly.”

“M-... Mr. Stark?” Peter asks tentatively.

“It’s me,” Tony kneels down to level their eyes, “It’s me, I’ve been here the whole time. I just… you couldn’t see me. And I don’t know why or how you can now, but I’m not gonna question it, even if it doesn’t make any sense at all. But don’t you /ever/, ever - not even for a second - wish that our situations had been reversed on that battlefield. I took the gauntlet, it was my burden to bear.”

Peter shakes his head.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Tony sighs, reaching out to brush his cheek, “Don’t you know I would’ve died anyway, if it had been you?”

Peter’s bottom lip trembles and he leans into the touch, squeezing his eyes shut.

“You’ve gotta go on for the both of us, Peter.”

“I can’t, I-”

“Yes you can,” Tony says confidently, “You’re stronger than me, you always were. You’re the strongest Avenger, and you’ll get through this. Just never stop letting people into that beautiful heart of yours. Because, trust me, there’s a lot of lost and broken people out there that you’ll find, and they need someone like you to be that light for them.”

Peter stares up at him and the look on his face is absolutely heartbreaking.

Tony leans in and presses his lips to Peter’s, pulling back to gauge whether or not it was okay to do, but Peter just stares at him blankly, “I love you, Peter,” he says and starts to add something else to fill the silence when Peter launches himself up into Tony’s arms.

Honestly? He’s touched Peter, he’s kissed Peter, but he still thinks the kid is about to barrel through him and fall out the other end.

But he doesn’t.

They kiss and clutch at one another until they’re breathless. And that’s just it… for the first time in a year, he’s breathless.

“Stay with me,” Peter pleads with him, “Stay with me tonight.”

Tony smiles and shrugs, “I think I can swing that.”

Alt, happy end if you don’t want bittersweet one I gave:

Tony cracks an eye open and smiles slowly when he sees Peter staring up at him.

“I’m still here?” he asks, voice hoarse from sleep.

Peter nods, “I thought… for sure you-”

“Right, I did too,” Tony says honestly, searching Peter’s face, “How do I feel?”

Peter smiles finally, reaching up to trace his fingers over Tony’s chest, “Real,” he tells him, “Warm. Your heart is beating. And… you’ve been snoring a little.”

“Mhm, one of my many flaws.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Peter says, leaning in and kissing him, “I liked it.”

“You’ll get tired of it really fast.”

Peter hums and shifts their legs together, “Looking forward to it.”

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isomnelyswear · 5 years

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Paranormal vacation part 4. The end.

Starker fanfiction

The end :)

When the sun awaked him, Peter wasn't around. Tony went to his room to change his clothes. Peter bedroom's door slammed behind him. He turned around. Nobody was there. He walked to his room. His hands were shaking. Something wasn't normal. He dressed up quickly and joined Strange and Wong. They had breakfast.

"Have you seen Peter ?

- He allowed us to take food and went upstairs. He said he was still sleepy. Why ?

- Is isn't in his room or mine."

Clouds fulfilled the sky. The house dove into darkness. A cold wind entered the kitchen. It brought the awful smell.

"This isn't good. We must find him, right now, ordered Dr Strange. Wong, check the cave. I'll go upstairs with Mr Stark."

They ran, opened all the doors. Peter were nowhere to be find.

"Peter ?! Peter ?! Tony yelled.

- Is there another floor ?

- Maybe the attic."

They went to his room and unhooked the attic's door on the roof. A ladder fell on the ground.

"Only a little dust. It was used recently."

Tony climbed the ladder. Peter was just standing here, in the middle of the room. Tony ran to him.

"Peter ! Why didn't you answer ? What the hell ?"

The young man didn't answer. Strange joined him.

"You may want to take a step back Mr Stark...

- Peter ! It's Tony ! Answer ! Say something! Are you hurt?"

Tony shook him. Peter's eyes were grey. They fixed him. Tony retreated.

"Peter ...?"

Peter jumped on him, his hands tightening his throat. Tony fell on the ground. He pushed him, but Peter was stronger.

"Please... Peter... Stop..."

Strange caught Peter and threw him away.

"Holy shit, Tony shouted massing his throat. What is wrong with him?

- He's possessed."

Wong joined them in hurry. Peter was on all four, looking at them with anger. He opened his mouth. A loud scream came out. He jumped on them again. Wong and Strange flattened him on the ground.

"Find something to cinch him!"

Tony found an old metallic chained and jailed him into it. The three of them made sure he wasn't able to escape.

"What do we do now ? Asked Tony.

- I will try to contact him."

Strange began incantations.

"Show us your real form."

Peter shouted again. A black matter came out to him. It was monstrous. It screamed to them and disappeared.

"Ok. This demon is a Guilty. He uses guilt to possess persons.

- How do we bring it out of Peter's body ?

- We can't. Peter must find the way.

- So we just watch?!"

Something knocked on the wall. Stronger and stronger.

"We must do something !

- I agree. Are you familiar with astral projection?

- Of course not, you crazy ass !

- Well it's the time to open your mind. I'll send you right in the kid's mind.

- And what do I do then ?

- You persuade him he is innocent."

Tony opened his mouth but Strange yelled in his unknowned language and he passed out.

When he opened his eyes, he was out of the house. A storm raged on it. He ran to the front door. It was closed. He destroyed it with his foot.

"Peter ?!"

Everything in the house was upside down. People were walking in it. Men, women, doing usual daily activities. A young woman crossed the body of an old man. She just went through him.

Tony breathed. He calmed down. Now wasn't the time to freak out. He walked slowly between the human forms. They seemed to notice him but not each other.

He went upstairs. The stairs disappeared as he walked in it.

"What the fuck..."

When he reached to Peter's door, he saw another room. It was a child room, filled with toys. A very young Peter was holding hands with a couple. He really looked like the man.

"Hello Mr Stark."

Peter's kid voice was soft, but his face distorted in a giant smile. The same smile was on the parent's visage. The floated to Tony. He closed the door and went to his room.

It wasn't his anymore. There was clothes everywhere, a desk and a computer. The ladder was anyway in the middle of the room. Peter was sitting on the bed. He looked exactly like the day of their first meeting, except he didn't have eyes. There was only two black holes. Blood flew on his cheeks. In front of him, a man was smiling. Tony recognised uncle Ben from pictures.

The black holes fixed Tony. The blood covered Peter's teeth while he smiled. They didn't move.

Tony entered slowly the room. He grabbed the ladder and reached to the attic.

"The last one... He whispered."

Peter was sitting where they cinched him. May was sitting behind him, playing with his hair. Ben and the parents arrived. This time, Peter smile was normal.

"Meet my family Tony. I am happy here. With them."

Tony swallowed.

"They are not real Peter. Come with me. We must leave this place.

- I can not Tony. I'm right where I belong.

- No... Come with me ...

- Where ?!"

Peter stood up.

"In a place where I am the reason my relatives died ?"

The fake Parker family whispered.

"Why did you do it to us... We loved you... You did it...

- Don't listen to them. They are not your family ! You didn't kill anybody !

- How could you know ?!

- Your parents died in a plane crash !

- To come home because I wanted to see them !

- You didn't caused the crash ! It is only bad luck ! Your aunt had cancer ! You can't think this is your fault !

- She would have take a better care of herself he she didn't have to look over me !"

Peter became bigger and bigger. A black shadow surrounded him.

"And your uncle...

- I met the guy ! I met the guy who shot him a few minutes before ! I could have stop him !

- Why did you do that to us ? We loved you, we loved you.

- This is madness you couldn't know!

- So tell me why Tony ?! Why should I go back in a world were everyone who loves me die ?

- It's not true ! You haven't done anything wrong ! You are a good person ! Bad things happened to you and this is crap but you didn't cause their death !"

Shadow Peter groaned while the other shapes were still whispering.

"I know you wouldn't harm anyone ! Especially not someone who loves you !

- And how could you know Tony?"

The voice was loud and creepy. Tony took a step closer to it.

"The same way I can tell that you are not Peter. Because I love you."

The wood cracked on Tony's left. He saw kid Peter looking at him with huge brown eyes.

"Do you ?"

His voice was soft and trembling. Tony kneeled before him.

"I do. I love you.

- Like daddy does ?

- Not exactly."

The kid grew up. It was an adolescent. He still had his eyes. And no blood on his face.

"Like uncle Ben? Or aunt May ?

- No. Not really.

- Not as strong as they did ?

- Not... Not the same way."

Peter was twenty again. Tony noticed shadow Peter was regressing. He put his hand on twenty years old Peter's chest.

"Listen to me. You didn't kill anyone."

Peter looked at the shadows.

"I killed them..."

The fake family talked louder.

"Why did you do it to us ? We loved...

- Enough, Tony stopped them."

He smiled at his Peter and faced the monsters.

"You killed us Peter ! You...

- I said enough ! You all shut the fuck up. You're not even ghosts."

They whisted. Shadow Peter stepped back. Tony looked at the real Peter again.

"I'm in love with you for a few years now. You didn't hurt me. I didn't die. I won't until a long time. And even if I die prematurely, it wouldn't be your fault. You aren't guilty Peter. Stop blaming yourself for what happened to others."

Peter was crying.

" I could have... Save them...

- How ? Tell me how ? You were a kid wanting to see his parents. You couldn't change it. This is normal. You're uncle was in the wrong place at the wrong moment. How could you know ? You didn't invent cancer treatment at twenty years old. How could you be blamed for it ?

- I...

- It's time Peter."

The world was collapsing around them. The shadows were small and agitated. There was not more ground or floor. The house was in pieces, turning slowly around them.

"What time is it Mr Stark ?

- Time to forgive yourself."

Everything disappeared. Tony fell for entire minutes until he touch something. He straightened. Wong was looking at him. Strange had Peter in his arms.

"What happened ?

- The demon came out of his body. Steven aspired him in a bottle. He looks over the kid now."

Tony joined Strange. Peter was pale.

"He is... He isn't...

- He is alive. Asleep. You should carry him to bed. I have something to do with this demon."

He pointed the bottle shaking on the floor. Tony didn't care anymore. He lifted Peter's body to his own room. He lay next to him on the bed.

He inhaled and exhaled deeply to calm his heartbeat. His fingers were laced with Peter's. He didn't know how much time he looked at the roof before hearing Peter mumbled.

"You're awake, he asked slowly.

- Yeah...

- How do you feel ?

- Relieved."

Peter put his head on Tony's chest.

"I'm so sorry Mr Stark...

- Everything is alright Sweetheart.

- I... This thing was in me...

- Yeah. From the beginning. But now, it won't hurt you anymore. Even if it does, we'll destroy it.

- Holy shit Mr Stark... What exactly happened ?

- What do you remember?

- The attic. I went there. I saw the shadows. Then you came. It's blurry. I remember sadness, joy. Relief. My body guests so bad...

- We chained you."

Peter headed up.

"You what ?

- The spirit was in your body, and you attacked me. So we chained you."

Peter laughed out and loud. Tony joined him.

"Mr Stark ?

- Yes Peter ?

- Let's promess we won't go in vacation before a long time.

- I swear."

They enjoyed eachother's heat and were just happy.

"I... I remember something else.

- What is it ?

- What you said... You said you lov...

- Hush. We will have this conversation when you'll be twenty-one.

- But ..."

Tony rolled over to top Peter. Peter blushed. Tony cuddled his cheeks. His lips approached the young man below him.

"It must stay secret for now. Do you understand?"

Peter nodded weakly.

"I'll say it again to you in a few months. You will answer then."

He nodded again.

"For now..."

Tony licked his lips. His tongue touched Peter's lips. The boy moaned.

"We'll have to settled with that..."

He joined their lips. Peter was nearly begging for his tongue to meet his. Tony kissed him deeply, with his full heart. Peter grabbed his shirt. He didn't know how he would be content with this only kiss.

Thank you for reading ! :D

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