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pretty-bratty · 2 months
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Every Mafia AU
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i-am-true-believer · 10 months
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To the fanfiction readers, the late night scrollers, the ones who are trying to escape, to find a moment of peace, to find comfort or a safe place to land.
You're safe here. You are safe, you are loved and you are important. The world needs you and my dear sweet one, I promise you it will get better. Maybe not today or tomorrow but it will get better. People love you and are here for you.
You are valid, you are enough. I promise you that you are enough.
So take a deep breath and relax a little for me. I hope you find the fan art or the fanfiction you need. I hope you find comfort and safety here. I hope you know you're favorite character is waiting for you, they adore you and are so excited to see you.
You can do this sweet one. Life is tough but so are you. Your comfort character believes in you and so do I, the random girl on Tumblr who knows it gets better, because it did for her.
❤️💛True Believer 💛❤️
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winterspiderpurrs · 3 months
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Okay okay but what if young Peter sent a fan letter in with a blue blow pop ring in to Tony Stark asking Tony to marry him.
Maybe Tony happened to see the letter and as a cute Lil joke mailed him back a letter with like something in the letter such as " ask me again in 15years kid" maybe Tony even gifted a blow pop ring back but in red.
It was after the 1st snap that Tony was cleaning out Peter and May's apartment. He finds his reply and the ring still in the wrapper in a box under Peter's bed.
Tony never pieced it together til now.
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starker-raving-mads · 2 months
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For You: Part I
This is for @spiderlinging who decided this level of angst needed to exist.
Have thoughts on a follow up, unsure if I'll do it.
Edit: decided to make this multi-parted.
Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX
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It had been a week since the last battle with Thanos. A week since the Blipped had returned everyone, a week since Peter awoke to Dr. Strange leading him through a portal straight into battle.
A week since Tony died.
It's all Peter can think about. The only thing he can think about. Not how traumatizing two battles back to back was, not the chaos and insanity of war, not even of how happy he should be that May and Ned and MJ are actually okay.
Instead, it's Tony, Tony, Tony. His thoughts had revolved around the older man for years now, so it wasn't new. But normally it was excitement, arousal, anticipation, joy. Now, though, it's hugging him as he felt like he was being ripped apart by the Blip. The joy of finding him and being dragged to him in a fierce hug, mid-battle, the billionaire's hands running through his hair. His voice, soft and full of this sort of grieving happiness.
"Peter," he'd said, "oh god, Peter."
And finally it was Mr. Stark's face as he sat dazed against a piece of wreckage amidst the chaos. How blank his eyes were, how little of the man was left, barely hanging on.
That face haunted his dreams, the emptiness filling up his nightmares.
And now here he was, at a lake house he could've never seen Tony living in, with people around him crying and mournful. Like they'd lost a friend when Peter felt like he'd lost a limb. Like his whole heart was being shoved out onto that lake with the last part of Tony Stark he'd ever get to see. Behind him, Happy was talking quietly to Morgan, Tony's kid - Peter's goddaughter, apparently.
He never knew you could make a dead person a godparent before, but there's a lot of things Peter never knew.
Like the thing is - Peter thought he knew grief, knew loss. His parents when he was a kid, Uncle Ben just after he'd gotten his powers. These were huge, space-taking people in his soul but losing Tony? Losing Tony was worse than anything he'd ever experienced before. He felt bad about it, sometimes. Because shouldn't his family have been the ones that meant the most, hurt the most? But then again, Tony had been everything. He'd always sort of thought he loved Tony in the way someone might love an idol, like his feelings were somehow offset by hero worship and being a teenager but it was so much more than that.
It might've started off that way, but after years of knowing him, being his friend through tough times and glad ones - it morphed along the way without him really noticing it. Got deeper, got more meaningful with every lab session and every time Tony said, "Just stay the night kid, you know where your room is. Aunt Hottie doesn't need to be woken up at 3AM with you coming home anyway."
The teen thought he'd cried every ounce of pain from him in the week since the battle, but as his eyes misted up again, he turned and headed around the back of the cabin. It was empty of people on this side and he slid down in the corner where the porch extruded out of the building. Hands covering his face, barely aware of the rotting, damp leaves under him. He just needed a minute to get it together. Just one minute and he'd -
A sound of footsteps approaching, light ones, made him stand back up again and wipe his face free of tears. He knew from experience that his eyes would be a horrible red against how pale his skin was, but there was nothing to be done about it.
Around the corner came Pepper in her funeral clothes, looking at him blankly. It was clear she'd been looking for him but he couldn't figure out why. They just stared at each other for a second, neither moving, and as the moments ticked on he got increasingly uncomfortable and awkward around this powerhouse of a woman he'd never really spent time with.
"Sorry, I just needed to step away for a - "
"He did it because of you, you know," she said, voice as neutral as her face. He blinked at her.
"I'm sorry, what - ?"
"He did it for you." And there was the anger. Her face transformed with it, skin flushing a red that clashed with her hair in a way that was still, somehow, beautiful. It was easy to see why Tony picked her out of everyone. Before he could say anything, she continued. "He told me," she said, tears clouding her voice, nose stuffing up with emotion, "that he'd figured it out. Figured out how to save everyone."
She laughed and it was the most hateful sound he'd ever heard. Shaking her head, smiling in a way that said 'fed up', she said, "But I knew. I knew he didn't do it to be the savior of humanity. His ego was always big, and he was always willing to sacrifice if he thought the price was worth it." She stopped again and stared at him, face contorting.
"He saved a lot of people," Peter agreed, spidey-sense screaming at him and he didn't know why. Every hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and he felt like he was being bombarded. It was nauseating.
"He didn't save people, Peter," she screeched, stomping toward him, hand fisted around a cloth handkerchief, finger pointing at his face. "Tony's ego was always enough to think he could save the world," she continued, voice as mad as a wolf's growl, "but he didn't do it for them. He did it for you." She hissed out, "He kept your picture in the kitchen and just stared at it - all the time! Stared at it like you were some missing part of him and if he just looked long enough you'd reappear." She laughed again, rolling her eyes.
Behind her, a crowd was appearing. Sam and Bucky first, eyes scoping out the situation like the heroes they were. Then Happy, peaking around. The other teenager - Harley, Peter remembered - was further back, near the trees, watching with a ducked face, riveted.
"Tony saved the universe," she agreed, voice even more watery. "But he didn't do it for them - he did it for you." She had moved forward enough now to jab her finger into his chest. "He could've killed everyone with his stupid time travel bullshit," she spat, jabbing harder. "He could've undone reality with it, he could've made it to where Morgan never existed." She sobbed and the anger started to drain from her, head bending. "But it didn't matter as long as he got you back." She sobbed again and as much as his heart was rending itself atom by atom by what she was saying, he couldn't fault her anger, her rage, her sadness.
He stepped forward and she dropped onto him, letting him hold her weight up as she continued to sob.
"He did it for you."
And Peter had never heard anything worse in his entire, fucked up existence.
How was he ever going to live with himself now, knowing this.
How?
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anonoite · 1 year
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some daily sketches i forgot to post here
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tonystoy · 9 months
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Peter whined as he bit his lips, legs flinching with each hard thrust that Tony’s finger did into his aching cunt. “C’mon baby, just tell me, how long have you been playing with this pretty little pussy while thinking of me?”, thee fingers were inside Peter, while Tony’s thumb kept rubbing against his clit, Tony’s hand and the sheets drenched from Peter’s pussy
“Don’t lie to me either baby, you’re wearing my hoodie, and only my hoodie when I walked in on you while you were playing with yourself. What was it you said?”, Tony licked Peter’s neck, his stubble scraping gently across Peter’s cheek. “Daddy”, Peter moaned out. “That’s right baby, you were calling out for me right?”, Peter slowly nodded
“Now, how long have you been thinking of me?”, Peter felt his fourth orgasm coming, “M-middle school”, he said as Tony removed his fingers, hand gliding over Peter’s folds. “Aww really baby? What started it?”, Tony removed the sweats he was wearing, leaving him in his black briefs, his rock hard boner pressing against Peter’s thigh
Peter shrugged, “Just… began noticing how handsome you were, you looked so hot in your suits. How perfectly tailored they’d be, and whenever you’d be working in the lab, you’d be wearing that black beater. Your arms…”, Peter moaned as his clit was flicked by Tony, yelling out as he came once again
Tony placed a kiss on his cheek, down to his chin, as he slithered his way down his son’s body. He lifted the hoodie slightly, kissing his stomach, soon he was face to face with Peter’s cunt. He breathed in softly, “So good baby”, he breathed out. Tony stuck out his tongue out and kept eye contact with Peter. He licked a long slow stripe against Peter’s folds, his tongue flicking the boys clit
Peter cried out as his body squirmed. “Tonight”, Tony said as sucked on Peter’s clit, “We’re gonna see how many times you can cum”, he brought a finger to the boy’s welcoming cunt, “And see how many times you can milk your daddy’s cock.”
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definitelynottony · 1 month
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Starker High School AU wip
(Peter is a sophomore and Tony a senior. Peter is a somewhat new kid, too smart, too anxious, and too pent up. Tony understands him the most and knows exactly what the kid needs. BDSM, Daddy kink, underaged, angsty)
"Bad boys get punished, Pete." Tony rumbled lowly.
"...holy shit." Peter panted, out of breath. A bolt of heat shot through him, an electrical shock that left him tingling. "Fuck. Yeah, punish me then Daddy, please." Peter didn't realize he had whispered it out loud until after it was said. Until after it was too late to take it back.
... The whole time, Tony had been corralling Peter to the closest wall available. When they got close enough, Tony shoved the younger teen against it. Peter winced; more from the shock of the cool, pale toned sheetrock against his back than the force itself. Tony kept firm against him. Chest to chest, pressing Peter's arms above his head, pinning him to the wall.
"Say it again." The darker haired teen demanded in a rough whisper against Peter's ear.
"Punish me... Daddy." Peter's tongue felt heavy. The tension was heady, and the younger teen had no idea what was happening, but he never wanted it to stop.
"Fuuuck" Tony drawled out. His head dropped to the crook of Peter's neck, like the air was too thick and he needed a second to just breathe. That thought alone turned Peter on almost as much as the mouth that was licking its way to his ear.
"God." Tony huffed out, irritated. Why was he irritated? Peter was feeling amazing! "Alright, sweetheart, if we're doing this, then we need to get a couple of things outta the way first."
"Holy fuck…" Tony groaned, head back, eyes closed. He was on some cloud nine shit. "Jesus! You're so fucking good, baby. Sound like a spoiled little princess." Tony crooned, feeling that familiar bullet of heat going straight to his cock. It was honestly starting to hurt at this point, the way it strained against his jeans. "But I need you to shut up-"
"Yeah. I thought that's what we were doing?” Peter gestured down to their very noticeable situations. “Come on, I thought you were gonna punish me? Punish me! Please, Daddy." He whined like a brat because Peter Parker is a brat. A bossy brat and Tony fucking loved it.
"Bu-"
"I said shut it."
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sinner-for-starker · 1 month
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Look at him with glassy doe eyes, red nose, crying over Tony Stark.
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starkrpro · 9 months
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tony making peter do stretches every single day. not for his physical well-being, but so that tony has a little bit of entertainment before work. there is literally no point in pete doing this whatsoever on top of his training, and he knows it, tony knows it, but clearly the rest of the avengers aren’t as aware.
cue bucky walking into peter’s bedroom without knocking one morning because peter doesn’t like coffee, and bucky found a brand that he is eager to show peter. it’s decaf, and god, he’s annoyed at having to start a new batch of coffee and kool-aid every time the kid visits just because they can’t agree on a goddamn beverage.
after entering the boy’s room? the bag of coffee falls from bucky’s grip, all three men staring blankly at each other in slight disbelief. peter, his lovely, angelic peter, has his legs around his head while tony’s watching him like he’s starving and pete’s the first meal he’s had in weeks. considering the fact that peter would have yelled at bucky for help by now if it was actually necessary, bucky has the faintest idea that peter may be more fucked up than he could have ever expected, or it’s totally innocent and he’s the fucked up one.
his eyes drift away from the angel on the yoga mat, to tony, who’s clearing his throat.
“believe it or not, barnes, i’ve gotten pretty good at sharing over the last few years.” a wink is sent his way, along with tony patting the spot next to him on the bed. he proposes his offer as if it’s the most casual thing ever, as if observing peter in such a way is something that comes naturally to everyone. for some reason, peter’s permission doesn’t matter if tony’s willing to do it. why wasn’t peter objecting?
bucky is convinced he’s possessed as his legs start dragging him to the best seat in the building. it also takes him a moment to realize why peter is always so out of breath and flushed during breakfast—it’s definitely not due to the stretching.
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babystarker · 2 months
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peter’s favourite plush toy being an iron man stuffy that he ABSOLUTELY hides when tony comes over
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pretty-bratty · 2 months
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"Spirited Away" AU for @starkerfestivals Extended AUpril: Magic (card below)
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winterspiderpurrs · 5 months
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Prompt:
Where Tony and Peter meet because Peter runs the Maria Stark Foundation
Peter was reviewing the books, and the numbers just don't look right.
Peter was so focused on the good this foundation does he never realized the ties to the crime family.
But when it gets brought up to Tony. Well Tony gets mad.
1) His mother's organization was never supposed to be touched by his group - keep it clean
2) How come no one told him this cutie took over running it?
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starker-raving-mads · 2 months
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Headcanon that Morgan calls Peter "Papa" because she learned he was her godfather and decided he got a parent-name too.
(And of course she's the one who fully knows Tony and Pete are in love with each other, half calls him Papa because it gives Tony Big Feels™️, and does everything she can to make sure papa and daddy live happily ever after because obviously they're both idiots who won't figure it out on their own.)
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marvelnatasha · 2 years
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Tony: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.
Peter: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?
Tony: No! Four to five seconds!
Peter: Too late!!!
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tonystoy · 1 month
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Priest Tony fucking his son Peter and he asks for forgiveness each time but he keep going back
The way Peter moans when he slides into him
The way his mouth feels
The way his hole feels
“Oh god”, Peter moans and every single time, it causes Tony to cum instantly
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i-am-true-believer · 1 year
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Hello my fellow fanfiction readers, my late night w wanderers, how are you?
It's been a while but I wanted to check in, I know the holidays are hard. I want to let you know it's okay sweetheart. It's okay to use fanfiction to escape, it's okay to need fictional characters and fantastic worlds to survive. You're doing so so wonderful and I'm so proud of you for making it this long.
Take a moment here, unclench your jaw, relax your shoulders,breathe in deep. This is a safe space. One day it won't be so hard to make it through the day, I promise.
So go sweet one, your comfort character is waiting. Will it be enemies to lovers? The one bed trope? Soulmates? Found family? Whatever it is, they're waiting for you. They can't wait to see what adventure you'll have this time, or if you'll revisit a favorite. They love you so so much and they are so proud of you.
Holidays are hard, but you are loved, you matter, you are important. Remember your comfort character believes in you and so do I, the random girl on Tumblr who's just trying to offer a little bit of comfort to her fellow wanders.
💛❤️True❤️💛
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