Prey to Go au

DNI: IF NSFW. THIS IS A NONSEXUAL VORE BLOG. In this au the world is full of preds and prey and thankfully they all co-exist. Since some preds absolutely have to have prey a company devoples providing willing prey for eager preds. Peter needs to make money so he gets a job at Prey to Go! His first pred? Tony Stark, playboy, billionaire, philanthropist, a demon.

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Okay okay recently I was super inspired by your fabulous au so I took it upon myself to doodle a little spider lad hanging out in his favorite tum because I just had to!

Hope it’s okay, this is my first time drawing Peter in a long time so I’m a bit rusty lol

Also this is my first ever submission so fingers crossed I did it right!

THIS IS AWESOME AND HELL YEAH ITS OKAY What do you mean rusty??? You're a god at drawing and I cannot express how happy this makes me. Holy crap

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Hey how are you doing? just found you again and have been reading your story over and over again I love your stories hope your doing well

I'm doing alright! I was honestly getting my degree and ended up falling off the writing train! I'll be up and writing again soon. I;m really glad that you enjoy my stories! and that they've brought you some comfort!

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No but look 😭

I SERIOUSLLY WILL NEVER EMTIONALLY GET OVER THIS MY SISTER EVEN AGREES AND I WAMNA CRY AND LAUGH XD

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Hnnng brain wants to write but has no idea what to write;♡;

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I just love the idea that nearly every worker in the tower is now aware of Peter because Tony had literally made it part of the training videos.

Like imagine getting this job at Stark Industries and going over important lab procedures that could *kill* you if done wrong and just the last video is basically.

"This baby boss, pls do not eat baby boss, it makes big boss very angry :(( "

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Did I seriously just post three things in 2023- that is so sad lmao

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I ARISE FROM MY GRAVE

Not vore related but slowly getting back into drawing!!! Very much wanting to get back into writing lol

The feral Tony split is very much on my target

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Marshmallow

When the months started to get colder Peter was uncomfortable. Not only were things colder when he was small, the uniform did little to conserve the little heat he had. Though when it started getting to the 30s every prey regardless of size was issued a PtG! Colder weather gear and Peter hated it. Sure, it was warm, but it was just as brightly colored as the uniform, and he could barely move with it. Devon had even laughed at him when he first came out to the car.

“I’m sorry for laughing Peter.” Devon says finally, Peter still sitting in the seat, his arms crossed the best he could. “But it was a bit of a shock.” He adds on stopping at a red light. Peter rolls his eyes, his cheeks burning. He couldn’t even get the coat off himself, it was so poofy. “Yeah, but you didn’t have to laugh for two minutes straight.”

“Course I did, either way Stark is probably going to do the same, you look a little ridiculous kiddo.” Devon glances over at him, a fond look in his eyes. Peter sighs heavily knowing that the demon would have a few comments about his appearance for sure.  

The car starts moving against the green light, snow starting to fall almost mocking him. A snowflake was probably going to be bigger than him..huh he wondered if he could see it better now. “Yeah, but still, I don’t look that ridiculous.” Peter points out, sighing as the car pulls up against the street, right by the walkway for prey to go employees, as usually everyone went around it or at the very least was semi-conscious when stepping over the fence.  

“Pretty ridiculous, I'm not going to lie kid.” Devon moved the car into park before opening his door. Peter watched as the man went around to his, the staircase popping out as the door opened. Cool design in general but there was no way he was getting down the stairs in this ridiculous cold weather outfit. “I can’t get down the stairs.” He says after a few seconds. “Can I pick you up then?” Devon asks, no pity in his voice, just a genuine question. Peter tried to nod before giving up and agreeing. “Yeah.”

A hand moved around his waist, gripping him firmly but not tightly. Soon he was being lifted up and held against his driver's chest, the door shutting behind him. He hated not being able to do things for himself, at least in the tower Jarvis was able to open doors and stuff. Mr. Stark was willing to let him climb things too, or he was just not aware he was climbing the counter when the demon was gone. Peter was drawn out of his thoughts when his feet touched the ground, and even with the warmth of the new uniform he could feel the chill. “You good to go into the tower kiddo?” Devon asks, still hanging by the drop off.  

“Yeah, I can get in the tower, it’s the whole coat I'm gonna need help with.” Peter whines, shifting from foot to foot. Devon nods and sets back into the car, rubbing his hands together in the chill. “I’ll wait until you get in, don’t want someone snatching you.” He says with a small smile. Peter couldn’t help but smile back at that. No matter what Devon always made sure he made it inside okay, which was nice, but he had a feeling there was a reason to that. “I’ll see you later! Thanks for the ride, Mr. Flint.” Peter waves before turning around and heading down the path. It didn’t take long to get into the tower, so he gave a quick wave to Devon before heading inside.

Any chill that had made it to him outside was immediately gone once he walked inside. Following the path wasn’t too hard either, no employee seemed bothered by his presence. The Receptionist gave him a small wave before going back to typing on the computer. Making a beeline to the elevator was always a good idea, Mr. Stark wasn’t the only one who would order from the company, he learned that the hard way. “Good afternoon young sir, you look rather warm.” Jarvis comment once he was in the elevator “You sound really teasing for an ai Mr. Jarvis.” peter shoots back attempting to cross his arms again but giving up.  

“Well, this situation calls for a bit of teasing, does it not young sir?” Well Peter couldn't argue with him there. He huffs and looks at the elevator wall. It never took long to get to the penthouse, that beauty of Stark Tech was always efficient. “Thanks, Mr.Jarvis, even if you did tease me.” he says stepping off the elevator. “Of course, young sir. Have a nice stay.” Jarvis says before falling quiet again. He was probably telling Mr. Stark that he was here.  

It wasn’t long before he heard and saw the demon coming. He was wearing lab clothes which meant there weren’t any meetings today, or anytime soon. “Don’t say anything Mr. Stark.” He was barely even able to look up at the demon when he stopped. There was a pause before a warm chuckle sounded throughout the air. “Mr.Staaaaaark.”  

Peter lets an annoyed breath out as the demon scooped him up, the movement a little jarring as usual but hey he was used to it at this point. “You look like a marshmallow.” Mr. Stark says in-between boughs of laughter. “Mr. Stark come on everyone’s laughed at me already!”

Clawed hands secure him more tightly before he’s moved to the demon’s chest, the comfort of the heartbeat reaching his ears. “Well because you look like a marshmallow. Why didn’t you take it off yet.” The vibrations in the demon’s chest as he spoke made Peter relax even more, the warmth rising in his chest. “I can’t bend my arms.”

“What?”

“Mr. Stark I can’t bend my arms.”

There was a brief pause before laughter poured out of the demon’s mouth, the heat rising from Peter’s cheeks to his ears. Man, this was embarrassing for sure but the way it made the demon laugh was nice. It wasn’t often he heard genuine laughter from the demon.  

“Help me please- it's too hot.” He complains, gripping onto the clawed fingers that help him firmly against the demon’s chest. It was too hot surprisingly, which he didn’t exactly enjoy. At least with the stomach he could move freely. “Alright alright, I’m going.” Mr. Stark says finally stopping his laughing fit.  

Peter huffs as he was moved up to the demon’s face, the sets of eyes focusing on the small zipper. Yeah, Peter knew that Mr. Stark worked with small things at times, but it was still cool to see how precise he really was, clawed nails delicately gripping the small zipper and pulling it down. Relief came as cool air rushed in, the tightness of the coat loosening up. “Okay okay I got it Mr. Stark.” He tried batting at the demon’s fingers, huffing when instead the coat was gently tugged off of his body, more of the cool relief washing over him.  

“You said it was hard to bend your arms, problem solves.” Mr. Stark says with a grin, absentmindedly shoving his coat into a pocket. At least the demon wasn’t continuing to call him a marshmallow. Peter Kicked his snow pants off with ease, letting it fall to the floor with his boots. “Hey! You can’t go around throwing your cold weather gears. It’s surprising small and hard to find.”  

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes fondly as he was pressed more against the chest, warmth washing over him from the demon’s hand. “It’s not that small! You can clearly see it.” He shoots back, watching as the demon shoves the rest of his cold weather gear into a pocket. It sucked he would need to put it on later but for now it was fine. “Not true, I found your jacket under the couch yesterday.”  

“So?”

“It clogged the vacuum; it was a whole ordeal.”

Peter couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of a frustrated demon attempting to free his jacket from the vacuum cleaner. He didn’t catch the demon’s lips twitching up at the laughter coming from him. “Yeah yeah, laugh it up, I had to unclog it.”

“T-that’s why I’m laughing!” Peter manages to get out, wiping the tears that built up from the laughing fit. He smiles before resting his head against the demon’s chest, relishing the feeling of safety. “Ha ha laugh it up, I'll make you unclog it next time.”  

“You won’t I’ll get all dusty and gross.”  

“That's what sinks are for.” Mr. Stark says without missing a beat, Peter smiling a little as they started moving to kitchen. Probably for his cookie! He grins eagerly looking at the counters for his treat. “Changing topic, cookie?” he asks, hopefully looking up at the demon.  

“How about some hot chocolate too little marshmallow.”  Peter scoffs rolling his eyes at the new nickname. It could be worse. “I’m not going to say no. I mean you make yours with chocolate so..” He trails off with a grin. He always felt so spoiled here.

“I also don’t make it with water you little heathen- yeah that’s right I remember when you told me you use water.” Mr. Stark says like it was a crime. He couldn’t help but laugh at how offended the demon was. “I only want it when it’s like really cold, so I don’t want to open the fridge.”

“Ah ah there’s no defending yourself from that.” Mr.stark sets him on the counter reaching above him to grab the counter with cookies, and the hot chocolate stuff. “And no, you can’t help. The cake batter Is at least not hot kiddo, and you have a habit of falling into things.” The demon finished, poking him in the chest.  

“Rude, I’ve only done that like twice and you know it.” Peter stands up, attempting to open the container, when that doesn’t work, he whines getting the attention of the demon. “Cookie?” He prompts, cheering when he got a fond sigh, a hand reaching past him and easily popping the container open. “One, and I'll get it for you. We don’t need crumbs everywhere.”

Peter thought about it for a second before deciding “Fudge.” he finally chooses, thrilled when the large treat was handed to him. “Thanks Mr. Stark.” He practically chirps, sitting down yet again to munch on the huge cookie. “Yeah, yeah, just don’t get sick.”

Peter smiles as Mr. Stark starts warming up the milk, the smell of chocolate filling the air as the demon made him hot chocolate. This certainly hadn't been what he was expecting when he got the job but hey, he wasn’t going to complain.

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Hey! I just read through this entire blog and I really love it!!! I love the idea and I love how they interact! I really enjoy Feral Tony and his interactions with Peter. (I'd love to see more of feral tony and/or nesting tony ((no pressure ofc))

I really love this au and I really look forward to reading more shorts and one shots!!!!

Hi! I'm so glad you're enjoying my content!

The plan is to have more oneshots coming up, one where Tony finds out Peter is spiderman, a little blip of Tony teasing Peter because of the coat, feral Tony and Tony being split into two

And probably because I still find it 100% hilarious, Tony getting called out for his odd behavior by the team and straight up refusing to admit it's because his demon side sees a kid as his hatchling

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As it gets colder have a Peter in a PTG! Issued winter uniform-

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Okay one-shot idea:

One a mission a accident happens which causes Feral and Normal Tony to become to separate beings. Cue some chaos and even a break out when Feral Tony manages go break free of restraints the others try to put him in.

So they give up on doing that. Now, Peter gets called in (Tony forgot to cancel his order because he definitely does NOT want the kid here when his feral side is currently looking ready to tear them all to shreds)

Cue Feral Tony immediately becoming like a ravage dog that won't let anyone near, to a very big puppy when Peter walks into the room (Not before almost giving all the adults in the room a heart attack when Feral Tony pounces the kid lol)

Also, bonus: Feral Tony doesn't like Normal Tony more than the others for some reason and the two end up glaring at each other. Feral Tony even bares his teeth and almost bites normal Tony's hand off when Normal Tony tries take Peter lol

Cue some jealousy from Normal Tony lol and Peter still very much Confused

Oh my god I just love this idea!!! Like I’m so excited to write it but totally going to post it first so people can see the hilarity that’s about to go on.

Added bonus of Peter being embarrassed as hell because normally when Tony is feral he’s not near anyone and now here he is on full display for the avengers to see while he’s basically being carried around like a kitten.

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Okay okay so like what does the rest of the team think of Tony when he goes feral?

So like most people the team thinks that when Tony goes feral it's bloodthirsty driven which sorta.

Basically how it works is that when Tony's actually taking care of himself he's able to just go about his day. His 'feral' half is when his needs aren't being met, need souls? Go hunting. His hatchling/flock isn't safe? Protect. It's the bare bones of instincts, basically a shut down so Tony can take care of whatever the issue.

Having said that the team doesn't know so are apprehensive about Tony's feral side as they mostly see it when he's 'bloodthirsty' so they sorta treat feral Tony like a more dangerous hulk which translates to feral Tony as the team not being safe hence why Peter being with the team makes his skin crawl.

So yeah they love their resident genius, his feral half? No so much

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oof angst

Peter had been excited about coming to the tower today; he was going to talk to Mr. Stark about his project after all. Plus, the demon had promised a little bit of lab time which he very much was excited about. Today had already been stressful with the attack on the school after all so the relief of being in the tower was enough to make him sigh in content. He waves at the receptionist as he makes his way to the elevator, stepping onto the cool tile. “Hey Mr. Jarvis sir, can you take me up?” He asks rocking on the balls of his feet. 

“I advise against it.” Jarvis says which makes Peter frown. The ai never advised against him seeing tony which was different. “I’ll be fine. If he’s mad because of a meeting I can calm him down.” He shrugs waiting for Jarvis to start moving the elevator. There was a tense silence before the whirling of gears and movement indicated that Jarvis deemed it safe enough for him to continue.  

“Thanks Mr. Jarvis! I’ll be fine, promise.”  

“You won’t be in danger, but I advise being careful.”  

“Creepy Mr.Jarvis, but I will, don’t worry.” Peter says waiting for the doors to open. He stepped off the elevator frowning when he noticed the windows were all on lock down and everything was a mess of large gashes in the walls and couches. “U-um..Mr. Stark?”  

The demon had never been this mad before unless- “oh no.” He whispers to himself, grimacing when a blur moves towards him suddenly.  

A surprised grunt escapes him as he’s smothered into the ground by the demon. “Mr. Stark! Hey I’m fin-HEY!” He squeals trying not to laugh as his mentor's beard tickles him. There was a bunch of rumbling croons and chirps, which stopped when the demon was done snuffling him. Peter realizing what was going to happen next made him wriggle desperately. “No! NO- no come on Mr. Stark don’t” He pleads shoving at the demon’s face.  

He has enough time to squeeze his eyes shut before he felt a rush of warm breath wash over him, content rumbling starting up as the demon’s tongue dragged across his torso. “I am clean- sir! Hey stop!”

He groans eternally when the muscle did another pass over him, squirming even more now. HE had sorta gotten used to this side of Mr. Stark, but it was still not fun. He decided to just give in, letting the demon groom him to whatever was acceptable standards for a demon.  

Cautiously he opens an eye when the assault ended, glaring up at his mentor. “I was clean.” He huffs shoving again at the demon’s face, pleased when he was finally let up. He could see the amusement twinkling in those ruby red eyes, which only made him scowl deeper. The second he was able Peter scrambles to his feet, shuddering at the cool air now coming in full force due to him being damp.  

“I can walk so maybe let’s not do the whole grabbing me by the back of my suit?” He proposes pointing an accusing finger at the demon. Both sets of eyes focused on him almost completing before suddenly Mr. Stark was in his bubble again. “Or ignore me, yeah that works too.” He mumbles giving in and turning his back to the demon.

He totally didn’t squeak when he felt the back of his suit tighten. It always amazed him at how careful Mr. Stark was with him, even like this. He smiles a bit to himself, mentally bracing himself as Mr. Stark turned. Ugh this was disorienting. “I mean you have hands for a reason Mr. Stark but yeah sure this works too.” He sighs as he lightly swings from the demon’s hold, the beard lightly tickling the back of his neck.  

Much to his suspicion the demon took him to the same closest he had been using whenever he was like this. It was one against full of pillows and blankets, and now a few of his stuffed animals that were in his guest room. He lets a huff out when he’s dropped in the center.

Mr. Stark lays next to him seconds later, tucking him more against his side before the wing lazily drapes over him the demon’s knees caging him in against his mentor’s chest.

“You owe me two lab days now.” He says shoving at the knees that caged him in. He knew why this side of his mentor was out. It had to be the attack on his school the demon got like this whenever he was in danger honestly. Jarvis must’ve locked him up, which made sense. The last time Mr. Stark had got like this in public there had been news stories everywhere.  

A acknowledge purr rumbles in the chest behind him, Peter only rolling his eyes. He curls against the warmth a small sigh escaping him. “You know..I’m not like..actually your hatchling, right? I probably just smelled like you that’s why you didn’t kill me that day.”

He knew Tony didn’t exactly remember his little rampages after all. A quizzical chirp is his answer, Peter craning his neck to see the underside of the demon’s face. “This part of you remembers right? You..you totally were going to kill me that day..your teeth were bared and everything...there was blood still dripping from your mouth.” A humorless laugh escapes him, leaning heavily against the safety of his mentor.

“What..what if I didn’t smell like that? Would you have...” He trails off, his body slowly starting to tremble. He knew how close he had been to death; sharp fangs had been inches from his chest after all... The blood of the previous victims had been smeared on his suit and face until he had been groomed. A soothing croon vibrates the chest behind him, the wings draped over them drawing in tighter.  

The weight of Mr. Stark's hand resting over him. The demon rarely used his hands like this, it was always teeth. “I-I was so scared Mr. Stark you didn’t recognize me you just-” Tears well up in his eyes, a choked sob tearing from his throat. A worried and startled chirp came from his mention, everything moving. Until the demon was laying on his stomach, his face a decent few feet away. Ruby eyes focused on him intently, the weight from the demon’s hand coming back only with a gently rubbing from a finger.  

“M’ glad you didn’t I don’t...I don’t think you could’ve lived with the guilt.” He manages to get out. The demon gets in closer, the muscle darting out and wiping away the tears. He scrunched his face up trying to hold his fear in, but a soft chittering had his body shaking his sobs.  

He was being moved again, closer to the demon this time. Soon he was tucked in the crook of his mentor’s neck, a soothing purr rumbling around him. He wasn’t sure how long he sobbed into the demon’s neck, but the whole time the purr kept up, the vibrations running through his body in a comforting manner.  

Now that he was done Peter felt embarrassed, he had cried so heavily. A sniffle escapes him as he rubs his face, leaning into Mr. Stark's touch. “S-sorry..I guess..I guess it was scarier than I thought.”  

Once again, the demon moves him, the familiar beating of a heart filling his ears. He was caged in against by his mentors' knees, the wing adding another layer of warmth. He was safe. This was Mr. Stark, and the demon hadn’t ever hurt him intentionally. He takes a deep breath and grasps onto the fabric of the t-shirt letting a soft hesitant chirp out.  

Another soothing rumble came from in front of him, the demon curling more around him. Safe. He was safe and that’s all he needed to focus on.  

“Thanks Mr. Stark”

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Another random anon idea. Imagine Tony going Feral while he has Peter tucked away and Peter panics which causes Feral Tony to recognizes his hatchling is in his stomach (Which Feral Tony originally thought was food until he heard Peter's familiar whining and crying and immediately panics)

Feral Tony tries to throw up, and starts panicking because he knows his hatchling definitely don't belong in there — (Not realizing that Peter is safe where he is because he isn't as aware as normal Tony)

Eventually he does manage to, cue Feral Tony being Very Confused on why he'd eat his hatchling and Very Upset while trying to comfort Peter - (The kid having finally got his bearings on what's happening and listens to Feral Tony whine and almost cry)

Feral Tony skitters away from his hatchling, hiding in a corner and tail around him after placing a very-disoriented Peter on the ground.

Cue Peter trying to calm down Feral Tony once again but not from anger this time and trying to reassure him.

It works because when Tony comes around again, he panics when he doesn't feel Peter in his stomach and almost bolts up in the bed but stops when he feels something curled by his side.

He lifts up his wing and there's Peter curled up by his side, fast asleep 🥺

Oh my gosh yessss and Tony’s just left looking at this kid who is more than content curled up against him. Even better if after this Tony is actively avoiding Peter because something is triggering him going feral and he’s terrified the kid is going to get hurt because of him.

Of course this ends up with Rhodey and Peter meeting and the teen asking if Tony is okay because he’s never really avoided him before. Cue these two working together and basically confronting the demon.

Tony admits he’s terrified of hurting Peter and doesn’t like not being in control during those moments, and Peter is upset because he knows that he’s safe with the demon regardless of what state he’s in.

Either way it ends up with Peter and Tony being close again.  As for what triggers it? They’re not sure but they know it’s part of Tony’s demon side demanding to get his hatchling safe or simply too much repressing the feelings.

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HA more writing

Coming into class Peter had a sense of dread, like he would be horribly embarrassed in class. Sure, biology was one of his favorite classes because the teacher was just pretty fun in general. She was great at explaining things and making the material as interactive as possible. He sighs as he walks into class, scanning the room for whatever made the dread feeling in his chest twist, seeing nothing, he headed to his seat and cautiously sat down.  

People filed in chatting about this and that before the bell rang and everyone’s conversations slowly petered out, Ms.Lebist standing from her desk with a smile, the projector whirling as the picture showed up on the whiteboard. “Good morning, everyone, have your packets from yesterday pulled out to be handed in at the end of class. “The rustling of papers and the sound of zippers heard as everyone grabbed their papers. Peter grabbed his own and set it on his desk with a smile.  

“Today we’re going over pred anatomy and the difference between certain predators.” 

The second those words left the teacher’s mouth Peter knew he wasn’t going to focus very well. “As you are all aware biology is roughly the same for most of these ‘predators’ with little changes that are only noticeable if you are looking for them.”  

oh...oh this was going to be hell.  

Huh sorta like Mr. Stark’s fangs. It wasn’t exactly a common trait for many hybrids to have unless they were literally built to hunt. “With technology advancing the way it is we were able to get videos of how a ‘predators’ body handles its ‘prey’, if anyone is squeamish during this you may step outside.” 

The image on the power point finally fully loaded and the bright image of a preds mouth was there. Peter ducked his head immediately, his heart pounding. He knew what it looked like, well sorta he never really took the time to poke around Mr. Stark's mouth. “Alright, what all can we notice in this picture?” Ms.Lebist comments tapping the board with a marker.  

Students raised their hands comments being thrown out about the teeth, the tongue looked like it had more taste buds, small things. Peter couldn’t focus on all without blushing. He was glad that Ms.Lebist decided to turn the lights off. He knew what it felt like too, the warmth the slimy feeling as the tongue slathered the prey up for the trip down- 

“Next, we have a video taken from an employee from a research facility, here we’ll be able to see how the muscles work, as well as how different parts of the body work. Now the predator in this video is one of the more common hybrids, a wolf. You’ll be able to see how it seems similar to a strictly human predator.” 

Peter squeezes his eyes shut his breath catching in his throat. Oh boy this wasn’t going to be fun. 

The video played an unfamiliar voice coming from the video. “Alright, ya know the drill pup. If you change your mind, just say something.” There was an indignant squeak from the person holding the camera, the large mouth on screen turning up in a smirk. “I am not a pup! I am like literally 5 years younger than you!”  

Warm laughter came from the wolf hybrid Peter's insides flipping the whole time.  He was familiar with the teasing, the concern and overall, the sight. “Still, ya got a baby face.” The pred drawls, the camera moving as the hand holding the prey lays flat. “Alright, alright I’ll stop my teasing, do your little science video.” 

Just as the wolf’s mouth open wide, the camera fogging up slightly at the warmth, strings of saliva clinging to the roof of the pred’s mouth and dripping down on to the tongue Ms.Lebist pauses the video. “Most preds, especially those who are hybrids, will act parental or form an attachment to the prey. This isn’t always the cause but generally it is. The hybrid we see here obviously has a friendship with the prey taking the video.” 

Peter chews on his lip trying to get his embarrassment to somewhat squash down. He squirms in his seat taking a breath to calm down. More when the video plays again, the pred’s tongue laying over the teeth to avoid mishaps. “Alright log one, this is meant to be an educational video regarding predator's biology and insides. I am wearing a suit that will protect from acids as well as manage my size during this video.” 

The camera moves forward, a brief moment where the dark shadowed the view of the pred’s mouth before a light flashed on, saliva glistening at the shine. Peter shifts awkwardly glancing down before looking back up. The sight was familiar and despite everything he found himself slowly relaxing.  

“We can see that the teeth are sharper than what you’d see for a human, more wolf like...” There was a chuckle, the lens fogging up briefly.  “You can see here that the tongue appears to have more taste buds, most predators will, this gives the predator the ability to taste prey more thoroughly. I’ve been told before that most people have a different taste, for example the comment has been made that I taste similar to potatoes.”  

The camera moves further in, the light behind the person fading as the teeth slowly close down, clicking together. Each tooth fits perfectly together. A hand appears in the frame, running along the grooves. “We can see- hey I am being careful!” The tip of the tongue nudging the hand away from the fangs. There was a deep rumble almost vibrating the camera. “Fine, alright, so the teeth are stronger in predators, and have a more razor edge, ease to slice through meat.” 

Saliva dripped from the lens for a second, a pause before a hand came into view and wiped it away. “Alright, I need to see the throat and stomach now big guy.”  A small squelch was here Peter knowing that sound very well, the camera person was patting the muscle. Nothing happened for a second before the camera started tilting forward, a warning hum was heard. “Wait! Wait turn your camera on!” The person behind the camera squeaks. There was a bit view changed as the pred swallowed thickly, the dual screen coming on. As the camera was being pulled down the image of the outside popping up, the pred lightly tracing the lump, a smirk on his face. Peter squirmed in his seat at the look, it was so confident, honestly it reminded him of Mr. Stark. 

The camera on the outside followed the lump until it disappeared until the prey slipped behind the pred’s collar bone. There wasn't any indication of the prey from the outside. The inside camera, however, caught the familiar sight of the tight ring to the stomach, they squeeze past with little difficultly, plopping into the stomach with a wet squelch.  

“Alright I’m in the stomach right now, we can see each stomach fold-” The prey pauses as they trail a hand along the muscle, the organ gurgling loudly in content. “Surprisingly the stomach is incredibly sensitive, a ton of nerves are active down here so preds can feel every little movement, touches, breathing everything.” 

The noises from the stomach stopped, Peter turning his gaze to their teacher hoping the darkness of the room hid his flushed face. The video was paused thank God but his embarrassment hadn’t faded one bit. He closes his eyes and takes a calming breath.  

“Any questions?” Ms.Lebist asks. Peter couldn’t bring himself to focus on the barrage of questions that came from the students around him, instead mentally replying to the video in his mind.  

The rest of the day went by in a blur and the next thing he knew he was standing in the elevator of SI. The doors soon opened, Peter stepping out and relaxing when he heard the demon coming from the kitchen. He lifts his hands up immediately, sighing when he was scooped up with ease.  

“So how was school squirt?” 

“Awful, we were covering pred anatomy in depth today and we had to watch a video.” He whines, pressing his face into the demon’s shirt once close enough. Huh Mr. Stark didn’t have any meetings today, if he did the shirt would’ve been a suit.  

He blinks in surprise when a chuckle rumbles from the chest he had his face buried in, his cheeks flushing aging. “Different seeing it from the outside huh?” Mr. Stark muses, a light touch brushing against this back in a comforting manner. “Yeah, it just..it’s crazy to know that I look like that when you’re...” Peter trials off too embarrassed to finish.  

“Oh, it probably looks a little different, you’re a not a mouthful so it stretches a bit more..you know what I’ll record so you can see. Honestly, it’s interesting to see, Peps thinks it looks weird.” 

Peter smiles a bit and nods “okay..yeah let's do it. For science.” Besides it would take his mind off the one little fact in the video, the one about preds forming attachments to prey. Surely Mr. Stark hadn’t..right? 

[prey-to-go]

Nesting

“I’m telling you honey bear I’ve never felt like this before.” Tony complains laying on his couch, his wings splayed out lazily. Rhodey was visiting from the military which was great, sorta, He still had to hide Peter from the man due to the kid’s shyness.

“Like what?” Rhodey prompts taking a bite of his pasta. Tony huffs and stretched out more before sitting up. “I get all snappy with the team when my order is over, I keep buying all these fluffy blankets, and hording the food that he likes. It;s annoying and don’t know why it’s happening.”

He frowns when Rhodey looks at him before starting to laugh like he told the funniest joke ever. “Hey! Don’t laugh at me I’m suffering here!” Tony whines, scowling even more.

“Tony, tones, buddy you’re nesting.”

“What?!”

“Nesting, ya know when you get yourself a hatchling and start making your living space the best it can be fro the little guy, getting annoyed or violent with people you don’t trust to keep the hatchling safe, things like that.” Rhodey explains a shit eating grin on his face.

It made sense but too much damn sense.

“I am not nesting. I’m not a caretaker or birth mother.”

“Sure Tones.”

[prey-to-go]

Halloween

HA FInally got this done!!!

The second the elevator doors opened peter crossed his arms and scowled as he stepped off, waiting for the demon to come get him. “Mr. Stark! I think they got the sizing wrong because there is no way you decided to order me like this!” He called out, huffing when he saw the demon come from the lab. There was amusement in those black eyes, which only made his cheeks heat up.  

“I did, I know you hate not being able to do things around the tower and I’m fine for today.” The demon crouched in front of him, something he normally did while Peter got used to his height, only he already was. Being three feet was a change yeah, but he could still reach doorknobs. “But like this big? Mr. Stark, I look like a toddler.” He complains looking away. And he wasn’t used to this height which sucked.

“And so? Normally you’re a lot smaller, what’s the apprehension here?” Tony prompts, Peter hearing the shifting of the demon’s tail swishing behind him. “The problem is that I had no idea that I was going to be a different size! Not only that! It’s Halloween so like two different people asked where my parents were and told me my costume was interesting!”

“I never know what size I'm going to be until I'm there and I don’t like it! Everything is so disorienting cause I'm expecting to be small but sometimes I’m too small and- and now I havfta worry about being too big!” He continues not noticing that he was trembling. The demon stayed quiet for a few more seconds before Peter felt the demon’s hand lightly nudge his back, pushing him forward until he stumbled into the demon’s embrace. “I’m sorry Peter, I... I didn’t know they weren’t telling you what size you were going both be...Would you like me to text you a heads up? "The demon’s soothing voice rumbles. Dammit it was hard being mad at his mentor when the demon literally tried fixing everything.

“You don’t even have my phone number.” Peter says miserably, finally glancing up at the demon. Huh seeing the guilty expression form on the demon’s face was great, even more so when some obviously Italian curses eft his mentor’s mouth.  

“Shit, you're right kid! God I'm so sorry.” He croons, Peter not saying a dang word as he was practically scooped into strong arms, the warmth seeing into him like wildfire. This wasn’t bad either. He sighs and buries his face into the expensive suit the demon was no doubt wearing. “Jarvis will fix that eight away alright? No more mystery sizes I swear little snack.”

“Thanks Mr. Stark I just..it’s hard sometimes, cause everything is loud and cold and I.. I get used to being 11 inches so being big is weird because ya know I’m used to needing a heating pad or help reaching a door handle.” He murmurs gripping the smooth fabric with his hands. A soothing hand rang through his curls, lightly scratching at his scalp. A soft hum escaped him as he wriggled closer. Mr. Stark listened to him, much to his relief, not seeming upset at all.

There was a comfortable silence that fell over them, Mr. Stark lightly running a hand through his hair or rubbing his back. It was a great feeling, and he didn’t want it to end.

“So..what are we going to be doing tight hmm?”

Peter shifts slightly looking up to the demon before shrugging “I Dunno, I mean normally May takes me trick or treating but um..I'm a little old and she’s working a double shift.”

The grin that spread across the demon’s lips made Peter regret what he said immediately.  

“Well, I mean you did say you were on the tot size today.” Mr. Stark drawls, brushing curling out of his face with a smirk. “Mr. Stark I am not a toddler.” Peter replies slowly, leaning back in slight embarrassment. “Come on we’ll put you in like an ironman onesie, we have them on standby in the daycare, we’ll grab a bucket and go score some full-size snickers.”

“But! No one is gonna fall for that!?” Peter exclaims, trying to stumble out of the demon’s embarrassment, blushing hard when he nearly tripped only saved by the demon’s wings. “Let's just try, okay? Come on it’ll be fun Bambi, candy, costumes and I’ll finally have pictures for the lab.”  

Peter hides his face with a groan knowing that the subject wouldn’t be dropped. “There’s no way you won’t be noticed, you’re like the only demon in the city!” He points out trying to derail the conversation. "It's Halloween and is going to be dark I could simply be going as tony stark.”  

Well Mr. Stark was totally never going to drop this.

“Fine. But if I get tired, you’re carrying me.”

“Deal. Let’s get that onesie.”

Peter refused to be carried on their trip to the lobby and insisted he could put it on himself when Mr. Stark handed the onesie to him. Once he zipped it up, he was surprised the fabric was nice, and blissfully warm. He lets a pleased hum out rubbing the sleeves with a wide grin. It wasn’t the worst thing that he had to wear yet. He was too busy marveling at the niceness of the onesie to notice Mr. Stark was watching him fondly, he only was brought back from his thoughts when Mr. Stark chuckled.  

“You ready?”

“Y-Yeah let's go.”  

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The first few houses Peter wanted to curl up and die from embarrassment but after a while he got used to it, starting to laugh with the rest of the groups coming for candy. He eagerly scurries back to Mr. Stark, his eyes sparkling with happiness as he presented a full-sized candy bar. “Mr. Stark! Look!”  

The demon’s eyes flick down to the golden wrapped bar, a smile dancing on the demon’s lips. “Very exciting, I mean it’s going to last you days with you being so short.” He teases, Peter groaning when he felt the demon pat his head. “I’m not small Mr. Stark and you know it!” Peter protesting as they moved towards the next house, kids started disappearing as the night grew longer and colder. He could feel the demon's tail lightly snake around him, as if to make sure he wouldn’t get lost in the sea of kids around them.

“I don’t know kid; I mean normally you’re bite sized.” The demon teases, his wing flaring out to stop the kid from walking out into the street, waiting a second before crossing with Peter.  “H-hey! Not here Mr. Stark ...please?” The tone was enough to make the demon sigh and nod, nudging the kid to a small house that still had its light on. “Fair enough, how about you hit that house and we call it a day hmm?”

Peter was going to protest and say that he was fine but to his surprise a yawn escaped him, making his cheeks flush red instantly. “M’ not tired.” he says quickly, unconsciously gripping the demon’s pants as they grew closer to the house. He didn’t exactly like the decorations; they were too loud. Plus, it didn’t look like many kids were eager to go up to the house either.  

“Not tired? Sure, I totally believe you.”  

Peter’s grip tightened on the fabric when Mr. Stark tried nudging him forward. It wasn’t that he was scared it was just that..the house was too dark. Yeah. “I’m really not tired! I normally go to bed around like 12.” He points out not budging an inch. Mr. Stark let out a sigh and before Peter knew it, he was scooped into the demon’s arms. His cheek t up when he processed that, his grip already latched onto the silky fabric. “How about we head back now hmm? I mean your time is almost up anyway.”

“Okay..yeah let's do that.” Peter says, resting his head against the demon’s chest. Oh! He could still hear the demon’s heartbeat...that was a sigh. He lets a small sigh out squeezing his eyes shut. Slowly he could feel himself dozing off from the swaying motion. A chuckle rumbles next to his ears but Peter couldn’t bring himself to care.

He wasn’t sure when they got back to the tower but Mr. Stark nudging him awake was not appreciated. “Mr. Stark- I don’t..please May is working a double I...” he whines further burying his face into the demon’s chest. Funny to know a few weeks ago he would’ve been shaking at the thought of being held so close to the pred.

“I know kiddo..I know, but you still have to clock out. Not only that you’re still toddler sized.”  

It made sense. Too much sense and he hated it.  

“Pick me up then?”

Silence.

“Yeah, kid I’ll pick you up, but you still have to go with Devon.”  

Peter groans as he blinks awake pushing away from the warmth and overall sense of safety. He looked away when he noticed the gaze of the demon as on him, amusement shining in those black eyes. “I’m up I'm up! Don't look at me like that.” He whines pushing away from his mentor’s chest. Thankfully Mr. Stark got the message and set him down with a soft laugh.  

“Okay..I um..right! You probably want the onesie back.” He mumbles unzipping the front and stepping out of the soft material. He scowls when he realizes how cold the PTG is! Uniform really was. He shudders at the loss of warmth offering the outfit to Mr. Stark. The demon took it, ruffling Peter’s hair with a fond smile. “I’ll see you soon kid, I’d walk you down, but I know you hate that.”

“I don’t hate it I just..I don’t want the people to stare..it’s still weird for me Mr. Stark.” He points out, rubbing his arms and shifting from foot to foot. “I don’t wanna be rude but I’m really cold right now.” He whines. Mr. Stark smiles and nudges him to the elevator, the demon’s tail swishing behind him. “Alright squirt head on down, I’ll go get the car.”

Peter nods and steps into the elevator, awkwardly waving at the demon before the door closed. “Jarvis? Could you take me down?” he asks, looking up at the ceiling with a small smile. “Of course, young sir, I suspect we’ll see you soon?”

“Yeah..I mean Mr. Stark said he’d pick me up so hopefully.” Peter says rocking one the balls of his feet. Spending time alone at the apartment wasn’t exactly fun Afterall. Without May it was quiet and almost scary. Plus, the less time he spends in the apartment with the heat and lights on the less money was spent. “Sir will pick you up, he has a habit of honoring his promises.” Jarvis reassures. Honestly how did an ai sound that reassuring?

Peter sighs and nods, stepping off the elevator once the doors slowly opened. He followed the little pathway towards the door, waving at the receptionist as he headed outside, shuddering at the cool air. At least the ironman onesie had been warm. He sighs softly and waits by the curb, rubbing his arms as he waits for the brightly colored car to arrive. It wasn’t long before Devon pulled up, the van doors opening.  

Peter eagerly climbed in, sighing at the warmth as he got onto the seat. “Hey Mr. Flint! Sorry about the early pick up.” He says sheepishly as he clicks his seatbelt on. “Hey, no worries kid, I’m just hoping it wasn’t because of anything that happened.” The van rumbled as the driver pulled back onto the street heading back to the company’s building.  

“Oh! No, actually, Mr. Stark took me trick or treating! It was fun and everything and he said I could crash at the tower after work.” Peter says looking at the window and watching the buildings pass by. “Aunt May is working a double and I ah..I didn’t want to be alone.” he adds on sheepishly fiddling with his seat belt.  

“Hey no judgement here. Bet it’ll be weird seeing him while your fully sized.” Devon jokes, Peter grinning a bit as he looked at the driver. “I mean I’ve seen him full sized at least twice, like remember when I ran off before work?” He could see the man flinch at the reminder. He forgot how much he had truly scared Devon that day..he hadn't shown up to work, wasn't texting anyone..it had been a rough day. “And there was like two times at the store, once I um...I ran into that pred again and had a panic attack, the second time I was with May.”  

“Still pretty jarring huh?” Devon asks softly as he turns after the light turns green. “Yeah..I mean it’s crazy that I fit in there ya know? I never really thought about it, like we’re all aware that preds can do that but...” Peter trails off unsure on how to word it. “It’s just crazy.”  

He can see Devon nod in the mirror a fond look on the man’s face. “I gecha. Drivers learn about it too, and little tricks on helping. You know before the company had ways to have emergency regurgitation drivers were the go-to for it. I still remember the pressure points to get someone out.”  

Peter sat up straighter, his eyes burning in curiosity. He totally forgot drivers went through training too. “Really? Did you ever have to use it?” He asks immediate practically vibrating in his seat. Devon chuckles as he pulls up to the building putting the car in park. “That’s a story for another time, go on in and get dressed.”  

Peter pouts but unbuckles and scrambles to get out of the van, eager to spend time with the demon. “Fine but only cause Mr. Stark is picking me up soon.” He says hopping out of the van. “Have fun kid and be safe.” Peter waves the driver goodbye before darting into the building, heading to the changing and shower room. It didn’t take long to shimmy out of his uniform and dart outside waiting for the demon to pull up.  

“Pete, hey kid over here!”  

A grin stretched over his face when he saw Mr. Stark already parked and waiting for him. He didn’t waste any time heading to the car, nearly tripping over his two feet to get there. This was the first time he would be at the tower full sized after all! Plus, he didn’t exactly see Mr. Stark when he was like this, so it was going to be double awesome. He opens the passenger side door, practically falling into the open seat. “Hi Mr. Stark! You got here fast, even Devon had trouble with the traffic and stuff.” He says buckling up.

Mr. Stark chuckled, which was a little rude because he hadn’t done anything funny yet. “Traffic isn’t that bad when It's later at night when all the shops are closing.” The demon points out. The car rumbles under their feet as they pull back onto the street, Peter practically vibrating with excitement over the basically sleepover they were going to have.

“I’m so excited! Like literally! I never see the tower from a normal perspective! Do you think I’ll get dizzy or confused cause of the size change? Like it wasn’t that bad today, but it was like a two-foot different, this is going to be a little more than that, plus I can see over counter tops too.” He continues to ramble, not noticing the fond look the demon gave him all the way to the tower. When they finally got there Peter eagerly hopped out, heading to Mr. Stark's side, a tad nervous.  

“Breathe kiddo, everything's going to be fine.”  

Man Mr. Stark always knew when he was anxious didn’t, he? He nods, still sticking close as they went to the private elevator and took the ride up. Huh..it was a little dizzying seeing the tower from this height. Like it was the tower sure, but it seemed slightly wrong and off.  

“Doing, okay? Or do we need to get you some ginger ale.” It was a genuine question even if it did sound a bit teasy, so Peter gladly accepted it. “Please? I just um..yeah it’s weird and really disorientating.” He mumbles with a grimace. He was realized when the demon nodded and headed to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and a bottle of ginger ale. Peter eagerly took the offered glass, sipping on the drink.  

“I don’t even know what to do now...I mean like usually I’m already in your gut or going to be in your gut or..or um I don’t know we sorta just sit and talk a lot of the times too, don’t we?” Peter says taking a sip and closing his eyes. It was so weird opening them and being able to see over the counter. “Well how about we watch a movie? Isn’t it Halloween spirit to watch a cheesy horror movie?” the demon prompts. When Peter nods he found himself being guided over to the couch in front of a screen that would probably be as big as his apartment room.

“Come on little bite, let’s get comfortable.”  

Peter totally didn’t squeak when he was pulled closer to the demon, noticing that the warmth radiating was like one that came from a furnace. He takes a shaky breath in and rests against the warmth, humming happily when a blanket draped over him.  

Man, this was actually kinda nice. Peter smiles as Mr. Stark scrolls through horror movies, his eyes growing heavy. He had a pretty awesome night, trick or treating the demon he always looked up to, hanging out with the genius and! And not having to sleep alone in an apartment.