Starkercest Vampire AU pt2
A couple days later, Tony noticed a change in Peter’s behavior. Even thought the boy had always been clingy and haptic, he clearly was acting different - more desperate, eager - he would hop into the man’s lap and bury his nose into the crook of his neck, sometimes even nibble on the soft skin there, leaving cute little marks all over the place.
So, when the nibbling grew into small tender biting - he wasn’t breaking the older vampire’s skin, thought, it just felt good, like it was something primal, like Peter did that without the realization of how hungry and eager he looked, and god it made Tony feel things - the man decided to confront his boy about this kind of behavior.
“What’s with the biting, baby?” Tony asked when he felt his son’s canines pressing onto his skin. He felt shiver running down the boy’s spine at the words - Peter sure didn’t expect to be confronted like this. He didn’t withdrew from his dad’s neck, though - instead, he snuggled on it, letting a soft whine escape from the back of his throat.
“Mmhm... M’ sorry, Daddy, it’s just... It hu-urts ...” Peter mumbled, still pressed into Tony, who couldn’t help but let out a growl.
“Oh, poor baby,” The man cooed, stroking Peter’s back tenderly, as if he would’ve been calming him down after a tantrum, “Let Daddy help, will you? Alright, my little Petey-pie, let’s move somewhere a little more fitting, shall we?” Tony didn’t even wait for an answer, just lifted the boy (who let out a little yelp and momentarily wrapped his limbs around his father) and manhandled him all the way to his- more like their bedroom, because even though Peter has reached the tender age of fourteen years, he still didn’t loose the habit of sleeping with his dad - he have done so since being a newborn and definitely wasn’t planning on changing things.
As the man placed himself on the bed, his back touching the headboard and his son still on his lap, he took a couple of moments to appreciate the intimacy of the situation they both were right now, before he started to speak, picking every word he said with rigor.
“Okay, princess, all you have to do is bite me anywhere you want to, and then... Your instincts will just kick in, so you’ll do great no matter what,” Tony instructed, looking Peter right in the eyes and seing sheer fear and disbelief there.
“R-really?” The boy gulped, clearly being more nervous than needed, “I mean... I don’t want to hurt you, Daddy...”
“You think those cute little baby fangs could hurt me?” Tony chuckled, enjoying the blush that covered Peter’s face.
“T-they’re not little!” Peter yelped as Tony gripped his chin, “Of course not, baby, not if you say so,” the older man chuckled one more time and placed a kiss on the tip of his baby’s nose, “Now be a good boy and do what you’ve wanted to, m’kay?” Tony let the boy go and watched his tongue stick out from his lips a little. Fuck.
Peter lowered himself a little, tightening his grip on Tony, and licked the place of the future bite, coating the little patch of skin with his saliva.
Because he wanted to, and because they had all the time in the world. The boy pressed his fangs right on his father’s skin, feeling the pleasant tightness of it and his own inner eagerness that urged him to bite into this, most likely, his most delicious meal in the whole life. Fighting it wasn’t an option anymore - not after he has heard Tony’s strict voice that commanded him to drink his blood. His own kin, he— he practically offered himself to Peter, and honestly, he did the moment his baby bat was born: spending most of his time with him, not letting his mother be around as much as she wanted to, letting the boy sleep with him even though he was a fucking teenager, spoiling him rotten and protecting from the harsh outer world, he didn’t leave a single chance for Pete to choose his path in life.
And Peter wouldn’t want this any other way.
As the boy felt Tony’s reassuring grip tighten, he simply couldn’t resist any longer, burying his canines in his dad’s throat and letting out a loud moan, because god how fucking perfect it felt.
It’s like all his life Peter was missing this sensation of all-consuming unity with his daddy, this heat and the feeling of Tony’s flesh around his fangs— he thought it couldn’t possibly get any better, but then the thick crimson liquid started to fill his mouth and his father’s hands migrated somewhere lower, on the back of his thighs, starting to slowly get higher...
Peter couldn’t help but thrust his hips into Tony’s thigh right beneath him as the man’s hands squeezed down at his butt, making the teenager squirm and suck harder, making his already hard dick twitch and his brain just left him at this moment, because holy shit, was he humping his own dad right now?!
“Hey— hey, honey, back up a little. C’mon, baby, get yourself a little rest so you don’t get sick afterwards,” The man said while he literally pulled Peter away from his neck - the boy let out a string of heartbreaking whines as he tried to reach out for the place of his bite, feeling like he needed to get back to the perfect feeling of tight hot flesh around his canines and hot delicious blood on his tongue.
“I know, I know, baby bat, but you still need to breathe, you know,” Tony cooed, cupping his son’s face with both of his hands.
The man’s face expression changed the moment he looked on Peter’s pretty face, because that was the moment he knew he was officially fucked.
Absolutely blood-drunk and mesmerized, his baby was looking at him through half closed lids, with saliva mixed with Tony’s own blood on his lips and needy whines escaping his chest - yeah, Tony simply didn’t have no other choice but to lean in and lick the red stain off of Peter’s mouth, groaning as he felt the boy’s lips part in plain submission, letting Tony’s tongue slide into the soft velvety sensation of his baby’s mouth and it was the sweetest, the most delicious thing the man has ever tasted; tracing his tongue along the set of white teeth and feeling the irony taste of his own blood on them made the man snap and literally throw Peter on his back, attacking his mouth again, this time harsher, demanding and practically suffocating the poor little thing, Tony moaned when he felt his boy trying to keep up with the crazy pace his daddy has set, yet visibly struggling and having no other option but to fully submit and enjoy the... thing that was happening between them right now.
The older vampire was about to give up on the little voice in his head that told him to wait, that told him that Peter is too little, that he is just a baby, that Tony is his damn father, at last, and fuck the wriggling body underneath him into the mattress until his boy would beg for release, until there were tears from being overstimulated in his large doe eyes, until he would become a drooling mess for Tony, until the only word he would remember would be “Daddy”— but then the wriggling stopped, the boy went completely still and let out a high crying-like moan, and— oh. Oh.
“Baby, did you just... came?” The man asked carefully, afraid of hurting Peter by making it sound like an insult - the boy always got embarrassed and shy so easily!
Tony never heard an answer, though - instead, he saw his boy’s bottom lip shiver and a frown forming on his blushed face. He knew that expression and he hated it, because that always meant that...
“I-I’m s-so, so sorry, I—“ Peter’s mumbling was interrupted by his own sob which he tried to suppress by covering his mouth with both of his hands, “O-oh my god, Daddy, I’m so gross, this—“
“Don’t you dare think of yourself as of something gross, Peter, don’t you dare,” Tony rumbled, quickly softening his tone and trying to sound comforting as he saw another sob creeping up towards his baby, “You were so good, sweetheart, always such a good boy for Daddy, aren’t you? No need to cry, honeybun, Daddy’s here, I’m right there for you, my amazing little bat,” He cooed as he starter to pepper Peter’s face with kisses, making the boy calm down a little.
After a couple of moments of silence, that was only interrupter by the boy’s loud huffs and Tony’s soft murmurs that were directed right into his baby’s ear, ‘cause he wanted to be sure that the little one would hear all the compliments his dad was happy to tell him, the man placed his hands on Peter’s hips.
“Okay, honey, how about you’ll let Daddy clean you up? Sounds good?” He said, and after receiving a small nod from Peter, the older vampire tugged the boy’s shorts down, until they were right above the youth’s ankles and did the same to his underwear, all while placing himself right between Pete’s opened legs.
“Oh, baby,” The man smiled fondly, tracing his thumb along the flaccid shaft of his son, enjoying the way Peter’s whole body jerked as he has reached the bright pink tip of his cock, “Such a cute little thing you’ve got down there. Is there a part of you that is not perfect, hmm?”
The boy only whined - at this point he was blushing like crazy but still wasn’t able to look away from his dad, who now was diligently licking every white drop of sperm off of Peter’s belly, glancing up at his face from time to time just to smirk at the sight of his boy, completely stumbled and embarrassed.
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“You taste so good, sweetheart, I just want to eat you whole,” Tony confessed as they laid on their beg, the older man cuddling Peter and the boy nearly purring because of how good it always felt - feeling so secure and warm in his daddy’s strong embrace could never grow old.
“You too, Daddy,” the boy giggled, pressing himself a little closer, burying his nose in the older vampire’s broad chest, “D-daddy, can we... Do it again? Later?” He muttered out, instantly feeling relieved as his dad reassured his grip on him, squeezing just a bit tighter.
“Of course we can, baby bat. Anytime you want,” - Tony placed a kiss on his baby’s temple and ran his fingers through his beloved curls, hearing Peter’s breathing evening out and becoming deep and peaceful, feeling his body go limp and calming down completely as the boy slowly drifted into a dream, absolutely secure and comfortable while feeling his Daddy’s strong arms around him.
The Temptation of Robert Downey Jr.; part 1 [censored]
A few weeks ago I was bullied into encouraged by @starkravingspiders to write some Rom Howney. Also, the coverage of Tom’s new bromance/romance with Jake Gyllenhaal has got me shipper brain quite angry. Posting this in two parts because otherwise I won’t be motivated to get to the second half, but rest assured, there IS a part 2 in the works ;))))
Warnings: Daddy kink, excessive use of emojis, unbeta’d work, shameless RPF. This is my fictional imagingings of these two extremely attractive actors and in no way reflects reality. If I find out anybody here has tried show this to either of them or anybody related to them, it will be deleted without hesitation.
Enjoy ;)
Tom knows he shouldn’t do this…it’s going to be a PR nightmare if anybody notices.
Well. Anybody except for the person he wants to notice it.
He’d gotten the idea after he realized Robert was actually following him on Instagram, not just looking at his tag (although he was doing that too). There was a pattern to it: he’d start at about 1:30 AM looking through Tom’s posts for the day. Then, he’d check where people tagged him.
(Tom wonders if Robert did this for his other friends, other people he was following. He also wonders how many people stalk someone else stalking you. Is it reverse stalking?)
So he has to time it just right so Robert will be the only one who sees it, but it’ll look like it’s been there for a while if not examined closely. At 1:50, Tom plants the comment on Jake’s post with the new Far From Home clip:
Just me and my 💕daddy💕, hanging out I got pretty hungry🍆 so I started to pout 😞 He asked if I was down ⬇️for something yummy 😍🍆 and I asked what and he said he’d give me his 💦cxmmies!💦 Yeah! Yeah!💕💦 I drink them!💦 I slurp them!💦 I swallow them whole💦 😍 It makes 💘daddy💘 😊happy😊 so it’s my only goal… 💕💦😩Harder daddy! Harder daddy! 😩💦💕 1 cxmmy💦, 2 cxmmy💦💦, 3 cxmmy💦💦💦, 4💦💦💦💦 I’m 💘daddy's💘 👑princess 👑but I’m also a whore! 💟 He makes me feel squishy💗! He makes me feel good💜! 💘💘💘He makes me feel everything a little should!~ 💘💘💘 👑💦💘Wa-What!💘💦👑
Right on cue, he gets a text about 5 minutes later from “The Godfather” (he deletes the Instagram comment before opening the text).
Tom….. What the HELL is a “cxmmy”??? Is this some kind of millenial speak? The Godfather is typing… or are you gen z?
Tom snickers at his phone as he types out his response.
Im right on the cusp but im technically a millenial why r u up so late anyway?
He knows the other actor will pick up on him avoiding the first question. But that’s the exact kind of game Tom wants to play.
Sympathy cringe for all that waiting. Looking forward to part 2 😱😍
Disclaimers: All the characters as portrayed are consenting adults over 18.
the CUTEST FUCKING PUPPY DOG EYES EVERRRRRR
TOO CUTE
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It’s way too cold to be wearing a simple t-shirt outside, Peter decides a little too late to do anything about it. Frosty, biting wind nips at him, numbing his exposed skin, fingertips freezing as they reach to grip an empty, discarded bottle from the ground.
This is Peter’s typical, glamorous afterparty experience - roaming around his best friends backyard, locating and collecting all of the garbage the party goers have carelessly left behind. He’s already filled his bucket to the brim three times with empty bottles, plastic cups and food wrappers.
To his left, Harley groans as he mops up a congealed puddle of puke on the decking, face screwed up and looking a little green as he tries not to breathe downwind. Whilst Tony is a generous host, catering to most of Harley’s whims, it is conditional on the cleanup being left for his kid - and Peter by extension, more often than not.
“Nope,” I whisper as I exit out of a fic with no paragraph breaks.
No excuses, folks! Change paragraphs when:
- the “camera” moves - a new character shows up - someone speaks - someone else speaks - a new idea, subject, or topic is introduced - time passes or reverts to an earlier point - the setting changes - the mood shifts - you want to create dramatic effect
this is so so so more reader friendly, people, heed it!
Can I pls request peter loving silver fox tony?
“FRIDAY order more hair dye. I think I ran out.”
“Ordering dark brown hair dye right now, sir.”
“Thanks, FRIDAY.”
Tony stares at himself in the mirror a little longer. He notices little silver hairs poking out and tries to cover them up with the darker hair. He sighs after not being able to hide his gray hairs and walks out of the bathroom. He decides that until he has his hair dye he’s staying in his lab.
After putting on an ACDC t-shirt and some sweats he heads to the kitchen. He starts the coffee maker and waits next to it until he hears the front door’s bell ring.
“FRIDAY what time is it?”
“8:37 in the morning.”
“Who the hell would that be then?”
“It is Peter Parker, sir. Would you like me to let him in?”
Tony thinks for a minute before he nods his head. “Yeah go ahead. Let the kid in.” He turns back to his coffee and by the time the cup is done filling up, Peter walks into the kitchen. He is wearing a blue backpack on his shoulders, a t-shirt, and some skinny jeans that shouldn’t even be legal. Tony would be lying if he said he didn’t stare a little.
“Hey, Mr. Stark! I’m having some trouble with my suit. When I was running I sorta might’ve, accidentally dropped it on the ground and it got ran over by a bus. It was a good thing I grabbed it after though before the second bus hit it. The eye is going haywire.”
Peter pulls the suit out of his bag and he wasn’t joking. The eye was randomly blinking. Tony took a sip of his coffee and shook his head.
“Only you Peter.”
Peter blushes and shyly smiles. Tony walks forward and grabs the suit from Peter.
“Come on Spider Boy.” They start walking down the hall to Tony’s lab while Tony drinks his coffee. They walk into the room and automatically Peter jumps on a rolly chair. Tony smiles at the boy and sits down in his work chair.
“So, what are you up to Mr. Stark? Haven’t seen you for a week.” Peter rolls closer to Tony and sits next to him while still giving him his space.“Oh, nothing much kid. Just hanging around the compound.”
“Have you gone outside?”
“Yeah, I was just at a party in Brazil. It was my buddy’s birthday party and I had nothing else to do.”
“You have friends in Brazil?” Peter looked at Tony astonished. Tony shrugs his shoulders and smirks at Peter.
“I have friends everywhere. I can take you to meet them sometime if you’d like.”
“I would love to Mr. Stark! Just give me a date and I’ll find the time.”
“Speaking of time, this will take maybe 20 minutes. 25? Just look around the lab but don’t touch anything!”
Peter shakes his head and jumps off the chair. He looks at the tools and projects Tony has laid out. While he admires some of the blueprints he turns around and notices some gray hairs in Tony’s hair. When he realizes he’s staring he blushes and looks back down at the blueprints. Peter has always had a thing for older men. Especially the silver fox men. Every time he thinks about it he shivers.
Peter tries to distract himself with the view through the huge glass windows, but he keeps looking back at Tony. He’s thought of Tony like this before, but lately, he’s been trying to hide his feelings. He knows it’s not okay for him and Tony to be together but damn he really wants him.
“There you go, kid. All done and fixed. Just please don’t get it ran over again. You never know when you’re gonna need it next.” Tony stands up and walks over to Peter. When he hands over the mask they brush fingers and Peter’s whole body shivers. Tony notices and stares at Peter for a second before smiling and walking to the door.
“Want a drink or anything? I have water, milk, juice, anything you want.”
“Y-yeah.” Peter stands for a minute and hurries to stuff his fixed mask into his backpack with his suit. He walks over to Tony and they both walk back to the kitchen area.
“I’ll just have some water if that’s okay.” Peter places his bag by the wall and sits down at the kitchen table.
“One water coming up.”
Peter looks around at the compound. He’s never actually been in the living part of the building. Just the entrance. It’s nice which means Pepper is the one that probably designed the living room.
“Here’s your water. So Petey, how have you been?” Tony sits down next to Peter and rests his head on his hand.
“O-oh, thanks. I’ve been doing fine. I’m going on a school trip soon so I guess that’s fun. You should actually know about that though because it’s a trip to your house, here.”
“Right, right, forgot all about that. Good thing I have you here.”
Peter grins and takes a sip of his water, hoping that it would cover up his blush. Tony turns his head to the side to look outside and Peter glances at his hair. The gray is very prominent now and Peter is wondering how he didn’t notice before.
“What’s wrong? Do I have something on my face?” Peter’s thoughts are interrupted and his eyes go wide. He must not have realized he was staring.
“N-nothing. I was just noticing your hair. Have you done something new to it?” Peter hopes that was a good enough save.
Tony looks away from Peter and shrugs his shoulders. “I’ve been graying lately and just ran out of the dye. Usually, I hide it because I think it makes me look old.”
“It doesn’t matter. If you asked me, I think it actually looks sexy.” Peter’s eyes widen and his face goes red. Did he just say that? To Tony Stark? The Tony Stark.
Tony looks up at Peter and stares at him, mouth wide open.
“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to say that. I’ll leave-”
“You really like it?”
Peter sits and doesn’t break eye contact with Tony. “I love it.”
Tony stands up and pulls Peter up which makes the boy yelp from the sudden movement. He leans forward and their lips meet. Peter is shocked at first and doesn’t move. Before Tony could pull away, Peter wraps a hand behind his head and pulls him closer.
They soon pull away from one another and Peter runs his fingers through Tony’s hair.
“Please whatever you do. Do not dye this again. I fucking love it, Mr. Stark.”
Commission for @less-than-wholesome-shipper. A HoboTagger/Starker comic where they meet for lunch.
I’m starting to not have much SFW to post… 😅
Disclaimers: All the characters as portrayed are consenting adults over 18.







