Idk if requests are still open, but can you do trans Peter being kidnapped by SIM tony and forced into little space? Sorry if this isn’t ur cup of tea-
I don’t really like tea, as a red blooded American (I prefer coffee lol) but here’s what I came up with 😉 Please enjoy!
Trans!Peter, little boy/daddy dom, dubious consent, some nff content and assault, little space
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Tony hurried home after his meeting, eager to get back to his baby boy. He’d caught the boy three weeks ago, for his own good really. It was dangerous world out there for little boys. Especially little boys like Peter. So Tony graciously brought him into his home, and trained him properly. He was making good progress - Peter could be rebellious and defiant every now and then, but Tony understood. It was going to take time to get used to his new home. His new role.
Peter was in the main living room when Tony arrived home. His head snapped up at the sound of the door closing and he spotted Tony advancing toward him.
Tony grinned and greeted him, “How’s my baby boy, today?”
“Okay, Daddy,” Peter replied. His gaze dropped back to his lap. Tony glanced down too, noticing the coloring book in Peter’s hands. He was using the markers Tony had bought him.
“Just okay?” Tony asked. He sat down next to Peter, who only flinched a little when the man reached for him.
Tony dragged Peter into his lap, jostling the book and markers around. Peter squirmed for a moment, but said nothing. “I... it’s lonely here,” he murmured finally.
Tony nodded. He supposed Peter didn’t like being alone - he may have had friends before. Tony didn’t like leaving the boy alone either; Peter had a tendency to attempt escape. Though after his last punishment, he had been well-behaved.
“Well, you know Daddy has to keep you safe in here,” Tony said, “And he can’t always be here.”
“M-maybe I could go out?” Peter asked.
“Absolutely not,” Tony snapped. “You’re too little to be out on your own.”
Peter huffed and pouted, then tried to leave Tony’s lap. The man held him down. “Peter,” Tony sighed, “You know better. You can’t leave the mansion, it’s not safe.”
“I can handle myself,” Peter grumbled as he tried to wriggle free.
Tony frowned. Peter was acting out again - trying to be more grown up then he was. Tony really didn’t want to punish the boy again. He thought they’d moved past that. “Or can you now?” Tony growled.
He grabbed Peter by the wrists and stood, hauling the boy to his feet. Peter gasped and struggled against Tony’s grip. Tony pushed Peter back down on the couch, belly pressed against the cushions.
“Stop!” Peter cried.
“I thought you could handle yourself?” Tony taunted, “You think men out there are going to stop, when they corner a pretty little thing like you?”
Peter whimpered and tried to wrench free from Tony’s grip. Tony’s hand only tightened around the boy’s wrists. He’d probably leave bruises, but Peter had to learn. He see tears sparkling in Peter’s eyes. “You think they’re going to stop when they see how you cry?” Tony added, “It’s only going to turn them on.”
Peter bit back a shaky gasp as Tony gripped his pants and pulled them down to his knees. He kicked out, struggling against the larger man. “Don’t!” Peter cried. He hid his face in the couch cushions.
Tony licked two of his fingers and slipped them between Peter’s legs. “You think once they see these pretty little holes, they won’t fuck you?”
“Stop!” Peter pleaded, “Stop! You’re hurting me!”
“So fight me off,” Tony snarled. “The world our there, Peter, they’re going to hurt you. And they won’t stop, no matter how much you beg.”
“I’m sorry!” Peter shouted, “I’m sorry, Daddy! Please, stop!”
Tony loosened his grip as Peter apologized. That was better. Tony hates to bully his baby, but Peter had to be disciplined. He sat back, allowing Peter to shakily rise from the couch. The boy immediately pressed his body against Tony’s, tears streaming down his cheeks. Tony wrapped his arms around Peter’s shivering frame and kissed the top of his head.
“I’ll stay here with you, Daddy!” Peter sobbed against Tony’s chest, “Please, don’t let anyone hurt me.”
Tony kissed Peter’s cheek next. “I won’t, baby boy,” he purred, “I promise.”
They sat for a moment in silence. Tony rubbed Peter’s shoulders and kissed his face. He wiped away the boy’s tears.
“Why don’t we go get more comfortable in my room?” Tony asked after a while.
He saw a moment of reluctance flicker across Peter’s face, so he shrugged and said, “I’ll make you feel good, baby boy, don’t be scared.”
Peter glanced at Tony for a moment. His still naked hips, rolled against his lap for a split second. “Yes, Daddy,” he answered, “Take care of me.”
