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holographic-starker·8 days agoAnswer
18 + 42, nff winterironspider for the prompts? i hope you’re having a wonderful day! 💕

I know nothing about witches FYI. NFF <3

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Bucky takes in a deep breath, looking over his supplies. Everything has its purpose and its place: the black candles he bought from a Wiccan store just off campus, bottle of Frankincense oil, the salt, the vinegar, the various other earthly ingredients he needs for the spells he hopes to cast tonight. His stomach rolls with anxiety, and he stops bouncing around his bedroom gathering supplies to listen for any sounds coming from the living room. Nothing. 

Taking Steve’s advice and putting out an add on the school website looking for other practicing witches in his area had been hard. The guy was too self-righteous, too confident. Ever since he’d started dating Peggy, he complained about how Bucky had no friends of his own and spent all his evenings reading in his room. Common interests were supposed to create friendships, right? That’s what the internet said. What Steve said. 

He just hadn’t expected the sort of people who would answer his ad. When he’d opened the door after the jaunty knock, he’d figured he would see some of the other goth kids from campus. There was definitely a girl in his World Religions class who practiced. But instead, there had been two ordinary (if not inexplicably, inordinately handsome) men standing on the other side. 

“Hi!” The younger one had said brightly. His face was flushed like he felt as nervous as Bucky. “We’re here about the ad?” 

“Yeah, of course. Come on in.” Bucky had stepped aside to grant them access. A whiff of cologne from the older one with the facial hair had him wanting to follow the scent wherever it led. He’d hastily told them to make themselves comfortable and get started while he gathered his supplies, but now he wasn’t sure he’d be able to muster the nerve to go back in.

God, Bucky hadn’t expected this complication at all. How’s he supposed to bond with these people when he’s going to be so busy stammering over every sentence and flushing whenever they glance his way? 

Deep breaths, Barnes, he tells himself. Common interests. 

When he opens the door back into the living room, he freezes. The supplies in his arms tumbled to the floor. 

Because the two attractive men are absolutely fucking right there on Bucky’s couch. The younger, thinner one is bent over one arm of the leather sofa with his fingers tangled in his own hair, looking to be on the brink of absolute madness. Bucky doesn’t blame him, not with the way the other man (Tony, he remembers from when they introduced themselves) is reaming him. Tony reaches down and grabs the nape of Peter’s neck to pull him up until their flush together, until he’s fucking up into the kid, muttering filth in his ear. 

“What the fuck!” Bucky says, louder than he intended, far more hysterical than he’d like. “What is this?”

The two pause, breathing heavily. They must see in his face that something about this is Wrong. 

This is…exactly what it looks like?” Tony says, still struggling to catch his breath. 

“This is not Wicca!” Bucky shouts. 

“What?” Peter asks breathlessly. “The ad!” 

I didn’t say “sex party” as in orgy,” Bucky says. “I said “hex party” as in witches!” 

“I’ll be completely honest when I say we thought that was a typo,” says Tony. He has the sense to look abashed, and carefully pulls his cock from inside his younger lover. But god when he turns and Bucky gets an eyeful, it’s no wonder the kid looked like he was losing his mind. It’s the largest cock Bucky’s ever seen outside of porn. “Unless you’re into this?” Tony wonders, head tilting, appraising Bucky from across the room with a dick that still glistens from the lube he’s slicked on. 

Bucky swallows. “What? I, I mean…” 

“Why don’t you join us,” Peter asks. “And then you can talk to us all about your, er, hexes? Afterward. I’d really like to cum right now.” 

Bucky can feel himself teetering on a strange precipice, unsure whether he will plunge himself off into the deep end or fall backward onto safety, onto what he knows, onto spending the rest of his night watching Netflix and texting Steve hoping he breaks up with Peggy. Taking a deep breath, Bucky sheds his shirt, enjoying the feeling of their eyes on him. “So,” he says, pausing to clear his throat. “Where should we start?”

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holographic-starker·8 days agoAnswer
"Is that a tattoo?" starker or "I didn't say "sex party" as in orgy, I said "hex party" as in witches" winterironspider

I’m so sorry I spend so much on exposition and then like, never get to the good stuff. >.<

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Peter doesn’t sulk back into the Tower. He’s not a child, no matter what Mr. Stark says. He’d turned eighteen months ago for crying out loud, and if he was old enough to do serious Avenging business, Peter felt he was old enough to be taken seriously and treated like an adult. That meant being able to stick around during mature Avenger parties. You know. With alcohol. 

Instead, Mr. Stark had basically kicked Peter out of his own home in the Tower and told him to visit with MJ and Ned. To do whatever kids these days are doing. Just remembering it had Peter’s blood boiling and his heart sinking. He’d do anything for Mr. Stark to view him as more than just a kid. MJ and Ned had taken advantage of Peter’s morose yet daring mood and had taken him out to three different apartments in Brooklyn while they got their hands on fake IDs and then to three different bars in different boroughs. 

Waking up to the sunrise, Peter could still feel the thrum of alcohol in his blood when he took the subway back to the Tower. The impending hangover was one he wanted to experience alone and not in MJ’s tiny apartment with Ned snoring on the couch above him. He was beginning to feel pain all over, in his head, in his aching feet. When he lifted his arms to stretch out the kinks in his stiff back, his shirt rode up exposing a few inches of skin to the chilly subway car, but the sensation of something catching on the cotton fabric had his hand wandering down to scratch at the place where his skin disappeared into the band of his jeans. Only—

His fingers touch plastic. Squinting, he glances down to see saran wrap stuck to his skin with masking tape and oh. Oh, no. 

It’s tasteful, honestly. Minimalistic. Just the tiniest little arc reactor tattooed right there above his hipbone. Despite the reddened skin, his disbelief demands he scrub at it with a thumb and fuck, ouch, yes, that’s real. 

So maybe Peter doesn’t sulk back into the Tower. It’s more like sneaking, creeping through the foyer and glancing into the main room to see the chaos that still is littered everywhere. Mr. Stark will have someone come in to clean the place later, but it’s still too early in the day, the sun barely up over the horizon. There’s still enough sunlight streaming in to show Mr. Stark though where he’s passed out on the couch in just his jeans and t-shirt, one arm thrown over his eyes to block out the light. 

Peter holds his breath, creeping along. He’s just got to get past the older man and make it to the safety of his room. He can deal with everything else later. 

“FRIDAY woke me up when you entered the building, kid,” Tony says from beneath his arm. Peter jumps, heart hammering, breaking out in a cold sweat. Lack of coordination sends him stumbling into an end table where he knocks off a martini glass. Tony pulls his arm from his face to squint at Peter. “Are you drunk right now?” 

“Takes one to know one,” Peter snaps. 

Tony gapes. “I’m sorry, takes one to know one? One what? Alcoholic? Jesus, Peter, you’re not legal.” 

“Not legal to drink,” Peter amends. Because, you know. That’s an important distinction. 

“Fuck, I’m not sober enough to give you a proper dressing down,” Tony mutters, barely managing to get himself into a seated position. He points at Peter. “You imagine the stern talk I should be giving you, young man. Because it’s a good one. Downright scathing. God, am I rubbing off on you? Is this some, some teenage rebellion?” 

Peter rolls his eyes, arms crossing across his chest. “Wow. You’re dramatic when you’re drunk.” 

“I am rubbing off on you, listen to that mouth—Pete. What the fuck is that.” 

“What’s what? Is there something on my—oh. Oh.” 

Tony’s looking at Peter’s pelvis, where his shirt has ridden up thanks to his crossing arms. He’s squinting. “Is that a tattoo?

“No!” 

“Oh my god.”

“It’s not!”

“It really is, Jesus—” 

“It’s a sticker. Scratch and sniff. It’s, it’s temporary.” 

Tony stumbles up from his place on the couch and begins to weave across the room. Peter turns to bolt but his reflexes are lax, and to be fair, Mr. Stark has much more experience with holding his liquor. The man catches him easily, wrapping his fingers entirely around Peter’s wrist and gripping firmly enough that his mouth goes dry. 

Coaxing his arm up, Tony reaches down with warm fingers to ruck up Peter’s shirt the last few inches and Peter can hear when his heartbeat stutters and his breath catches in his throat. When he must see that in a drunken episode, Peter had practically branded himself with Tony’s logo. 

“I look good on you, kid,” Tony mutters lowly. When at last his eyes drag up and away from the tiny symbol, they burn into Peter’s own, heavy-lidded, mouth parted. The older man takes one firm, calloused thumb and presses against the fresh tattoo. The pain mixes with the thrill and makes Peter groan. “I’m way too drunk to be doing this,” Tony admits, eyes flickering down to Peter’s lips. 

“You can touch it,” Peter breathes. “That’s okay, that’s, that’s fine.” 

Tony hums. He lets the rest of his fingers wrap around the curve of Peter’s waist and grab hold of him firmly. “And what about the rest of you, kid?” 

“You can touch that too,” Peter promises.

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holographic-starker·12 days agoAnswer
starker fake dating #5 pretty please

“they’re coming, hurry up and kiss me!”

“Uh, so why exactly am I doing this?” Tony asks as he leans against the brick wall, pulling his cigarette up to his lips to take a puff.

Peter sighs. “Tony, I told you. Quentin has been going around telling people that we’re back together. He doesn’t know how to take no for an answer.“ 

Tony snorts and shakes his head. “I still don’t get why I’m involved in this?”

“So he and his friends will back off! Please, Tony, you said you owe me for doing your homework when you got wasted last weekend.” Peter pouts, thin lip sticking out.

“Fine,” Tony says, exasperated. “This is so stup–”

Peter quickly cuts him off when he sees the group of boys walk out the front doors. “They’re coming, hurry up and kiss me!” He grabs the boy by the collar of his leather jacket and pulls him in close, smashing their lips together.

They kiss for about ten seconds, longer than necessary, but both of them seemed reluctant to pull away once they began. When they part, they stare into each other’s eyes both in awe of how good that felt. Peter’s fingers brush against his lips, tingling from the sensation. “That was..”

“Yeah.” Tony finishes.

“What were we–what were we doing again?” Peter asks and they both burst out laughing, giddy all over, not even giving a second thought to Beck and his friends gawking at them from the stairs.

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holographic-starker·12 days agoText

tonystarkisaslut:

Get Her Back

So I read this by @reniisbooks and I absolutely had to!

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“I want a divorce,” Peter squeaks. He has a black eye, a bloody mouth. Bruises all over his chest and stomach. He can’t stay anymore, he just can’t. “I want a divorce.”

Beck scoffs at him, laying down his phone to look Peter in the eye. “That’s cute.”

Peter shakes his head. “I’m getting a divorce.”

“Oh? You are? Okay. Have fun.”

Peter clenches his hands into fists, tears stinging His eyes. “I am! I am. I even hired a divorce lawyer-“

Beck stands, slamming Peter into the wall. He has so much hatred in his eyes, and Peter wonders how he ever pretended to love Peter. “You wanna play dirty? You want to leave me, take my mate away from me? Take my property?” He snarls. “Fine. Then you’ll never see your daughter again.”

The blood drains from Peter’s face. “You c-can’t, you can’t keep her from me!”

“Watch me,” he says, slamming Peter into the wall again and again, making Peter sob and cry out, begging for it to stop. Once Beck let’s him go, he falls to the ground, curling into a ball and sobbing. “Get out. Useless little piece of shit.”

~

Peter misses his daughter. He never gets to see her. But Stark promised him, he promised Peter he would get him his baby back. So it was worth it.

But-

“Julia Beck will be awarded to her Alpha father, with full custody-“

Peter screamed, feeling his weight give out. He’ll never see her again-

“-As Mr. Beck has a job and Mr. Parker does not; however, a social worker will be watching Miss Beck to make sure her alpha father doesn’t abuse her like he did his ex husband. Further more-“

Peter sobs, feeling his lawyers hand on his shoulder.

“-I am allowing the chance of a retrial should Mr. Parker find a job, or he marries an alpha who can take care of him. Visiting rights are up to Mr. Beck. Case dismissed.”

~

“You’ll never see her again. Omegas don’t get jobs, no one hires them. And no one would ever marry a used up omega like you. This is what you deserve.” Beck spit on Peter before leaving.

~

“I’m sorry, Mr. Parker.”

Peter stares at the wall, tear tracts staining his cheeks. He isn’t crying anymore. He can’t. “I’m never going to see her again,” Peter whispers.

“Don’t say that-“

“I’m just an omega!” Peter screams, staring down Tony. “He’s an alpha! If he says I can’t go within thirty feet of her I can’t! I’m just a stupid omega-“ his voice breaks.

“We can try again-“

“I’m just. A stupid omega. A stupid, stupid omega who thought he could get away from an abusive alpha and everything would be okay.”

“Mr.-“

“Beck is right. I’m never going to see her again,” Peter leans back on Tony’s couch, staring at the wall opposite him. His eyes are so dull, so void of the life Peter had when he first hired Tony. “I should have just put up with it,” Peter whispers. He looks to Tony, and Tony almost starts crying himself when he sees how broken this omega is. “I wish I had just put up with it. I’d rather be beaten half to death every day, I’d rather be raped twenty times a day, I’d rather be a whore he sold to his friends for extra money. I’d rather die, Mr. Stark, than never see her again. I can’t-“

Tony grabs Peter, pulling him in for a tight hug. He feels the omega shaking, literally breaking in his arms. “Peter Parker, I’m going to get you your daughter back if it’s the last thing I ever do on this hellscape of a fucking earth. I swear to god.”

~

Is it cheating?

Yes, absolutely.

Is it legal?

According to the judge it is.

Beck is fuming on the other end of the court, looking two seconds away from nursing someone. “This is fucking bull shit! They obviously only got married to win, we only just got a divorce!”

“Mr. Stark, anything you’d like to say to that?”

“Well you see, your honor,” Stark starts, mouth wide with a predatory grin. “I’ve been in love with Mr. Parker got years, but he was taken. So I didn’t make a move. But the second he got divorced…”

“That’s bull-“

“It’s good enough for me to take a child away from a father who abused their omega,” Judge Fury says. “Sole custody is hereby awarded to Mr. Parker and Mr. Stark, case dismissed.”

~

Peter is too busy crying, hugging his baby girl to his chest, to gloat at Beck. But Stark isn’t. “If you come anywhere near my omega, I’ll rip your knot off and make sure you never trap some poor omega ever again.”

Beck sneers. “I’ll get her back. Maybe not legally, but I will. Watch your back, Stark.”

Tony smirks as Beck leaves, turning back to his new omega and daughter.

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holographic-starker·12 days agoText

incorrectstarkerquotes:

Peter: how’s the most handsome man in the world doing?

Tony, without looking up: I don’t know, how are you?

Peter, voice cracking: I’m fine

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holographic-starker·12 days agoText

elmurart:

Here I am to publish a very old one, I’ve created it probably in August.

Peter as ballerina and Tony as a choreographer sketch. Enjoy!

• If you like my art, you can support me on Ko-Fi

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holographic-starker·12 days agoText

starkerthanreality:

css1992:

Summary: Tony is a self-made man. Peter is a sugar baby – someone else’s sugar baby.

When he turned to pull his chair out, the older man subtly checked out his ass and – of course, it was delicious, round and perky, two perfect handfuls. He rolled his eyes and tried to focus on the fact that he had a huge character flaw, a hamartia – he fucked people for money. He was basically a glorified whore, and if there was one thing Tony never had to do in his life was pay for sex, one way or another. So, really, he wouldn’t start with – what was his name again?

Warnings: Explicit, 18+, mentions of non-con (not between main pairing, not explicit), age gap, power imbalance, employer/employee relationship, underage drinking. If you find anything triggering, please let me know!

Word count:18.4k


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He was admittedly gorgeous, Tony could give him that. The honey brown eyes, the bouncy, fluffy curls and the clear, pale skin worked perfectly in his favor – he looked the part of the innocent, wholesome, young man ready to be swept off his feet and taken care of. Powerful men often liked that act, liked believing that they were deflowering innocence for the first time, liked believing they were wanted, needed. Tony knew better, though, he knew the type, he came across people like him all through his life.

When he was a broke, orphaned, half-starved college student, they wouldn’t give him the time of  day. Snobby, pretty, little things like him only had eyes and time for those who had money, or something to offer – fame, influence, status. At the time, Tony had nothing, he could barely afford to eat everyday. After he graduated from MIT, he started working for Hammer Industries and as he started making more money, slowly, these people started taking notice of him, and he, too, started paying closer attention to them.

They weren’t difficult to spot either, they were usually young, attractive, with beautiful, fake smiles, weak personalities and a penchant for expensive gifts. It was easy to recognize them hanging off powerful men’s arms at functions, and dinners, and galas; bespoke suits or designer dresses covering their bodies, not a lot to add to the conversation. They were accessories, trophies. Pets.

Tony hated them. People who wanted to be at the very top, but couldn’t be bothered to take the stairs. They would use their pretty faces, feigned innocence, beautiful bodies and cute, fake laughs, to get farther faster. Not Tony. He did it the right way – the hard way –, worked day and night to get to his goal, got beat down so many times there were days he thought he wouldn’t be able to stand back up, but he did, every single time.

And time and experience made him wiser, smarter and bitter. At 40, he was finally able to start his own company, Stark Industries, it started small, but his genius inventions put his name on the map fairly quickly. That was how, five years later, he found himself having dinner with Norman Osborn, the most powerful man in New York, and his – boy toy? Sugar baby? Escort? Or something – discussing the possibility of a deal so big it could finally make Stark Industries live up to its full potential.

“So what I’m saying is that we can offer you the best and most advanced technology out there: my nanobots. I guarantee you it will make your job easier, faster and cheaper in the long run. I assure you, this a great deal and you should take it.” Tony was absolutely sure of what he was saying, he knew his product was good, his tech was flawless, he just needed to get it out there. He just needed a company like Oscorps to believe in him, then his work would speak for itself.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, Stark, I think this whole nanotech thing is way too expensive and unnecessary, specially considering that I’m pretty sure Baintronics could do the same work for half the price, the old-fashioned way, which has been working just fine for the past decade.” Fuck, no, that old bat wasn’t looking at the big picture, he wasn’t thinking about the long run. Of course old tech would still get the job done, but Tony’s tech could do such a better job and so much more efficiently.

“No, but you see, that’s–”

“But –“ Norman raised a hand, successfully shutting Tony up and annoying the living hell out of him in the process. One day, he thought to himself, one day I’ll be able to say ‘fuck you’ to men like Norman Osborn. One day. “I’m willing to give it a try. Peter here says you’re the best at what you do, he’s the one who recommended that I agreed to meet with you, actually, when your PA called.”

Tony was taken aback by that information and eyed the young man carefully, causing him to blush a deep red and lower his gaze with a small, timid smile. Tony thought he was faking the whole thing, trying to be cute and sweet, but fuck – it worked for him. He seemed really young, maybe in his early twenties, and Tony had no idea how he could have heard of him, he wasn’t exactly famous, nor was S.I. His breakthroughs were only ever published in very specific scientific journals.

“I’m a huge fan of your work, Mr. Stark, I’ve always told Norman you two should work together, you’re both men ahead of your time.” He said quietly. He had a high-pitched, slightly feminine voice, which probably also worked in his favor with men like Osborn. It made him sound younger than he probably was, easier to manipulate and dominate.

Reluctantly, Tony accepted the compliment with a tight smile. He really needed that deal, he really needed for that to work, it would be the break SI needed, he could feel it, he could already taste the success.

“Very well, so here’s my offer. You will supply Oscorps with your nanotech for a year, then we can take it from there. This would be your cut for this first year.” Osborn wrote something down on a piece of paper and slid it towards Tony across the table. His eyes widened slightly when he saw the numbers – and the amount of zeros –, but he pretended to be cool about it, he even put on a show of looking slightly disappointed. “And there’s a lot more where this comes from, Stark. This could be the beginning of a beautiful, and mutually beneficial, friendship.”

“I do hope it is, Mr. Osborn. I look forward to working with your company. I’m sure we’re gonna be a great fit.” Tony tried to sound cool and professional, but he was having a little heart attack on the inside. He had been trying to schedule a meeting with Norman for months and the billionaire – or, most likely, his PA – kept making excuses. Now there he was, closing a huge deal with the promise of a mutually beneficial friendship in the future.

After that, he could breathe more easily during dinner. He couldn’t wait to tell Pepper, Bruce and Nat, though, they had to celebrate properly, maybe they could all go to his apartment and finally crack open that Macallan he bought when he made his first million. But meanwhile, he was stuck in the restaurant with Norman and his boy-toy, which he wouldn’t complain too much about, at least it was a nice view.

Again, there was no denial that the boy was beautiful. There was just something naturally sensual and charismatic about him, Tony couldn’t avoid looking his way, even when he wasn’t talking. And when he did talk, it was magnetic. He didn’t say much, as Tony expected, but what he didn’t expect was for him to be so smart. The few times he said anything was to ask questions about his tech, and those were surprisingly pertinent. Sometime along the night, Tony figured out that he was studying to become a mechanical engineer at Columbia and he wondered if Norman had anything to do with it – probably.

Tony was reminded of his own college years, of how he had to work his ass off to get a scholarship, and how many crazy hours he had to work to make ends meet, just to be able to build something for himself. He didn’t seek the help of men like Norman, although he could have. The name Stark meant something, once upon a time. His father was considered a gifted inventor, he was respected by huge companies, but he never built anything of his own.

When he died, Tony was only eleven. He still didn’t know exactly what happened, but soon after that, his mother lost everything he had left – which wasn’t much to begin with. She was never quite herself again, she was so depressed, she never even smiled anymore, she sometimes didn’t have the energy to get out of bed, Tony was the one doing the house chores, cooking for her, trying to make sure she was okay. She died eight years later from an aneurysm, Tony found her lying on the couch, looking peaceful for the first time in so many years.

In short, he never had it easy, and he never tried to make it easier for himself either – at least not in shady ways. He just wanted to do the right thing, even if it took longer – which it did. He was a forty-five year old man, but he made a name for himself, the name Stark held respect once again.

“If you’ll excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” The young man got up after a quick peck to Norman’s lips and headed to the bathroom. Tony made a huge effort and pointedly did not stare at his ass as he left. He was really proud of himself for that, maybe two years earlier he wouldn’t have been able to pull that off, he had no shame. At least now he had some. A little. Sort of.

“What do you think of him?” Norman had a neutral expression on, he gave nothing away, but it seemed like a test. What sort of question was that, why did it matter what Tony thought of his fuck toy?

“He seems really smart,” he answered with a small smile. It was a polite, diplomatic answer, and not untrue.

“What else?” Norman pushed, with a knowing smirk, and Tony almost cursed under his breath, thinking that maybe he’d been too obvious with his staring all through dinner, after all.

“He’s very pretty,” he admitted, although still with his cool, professional face on. Norman’s smirk grew wider.

“He sure is. Cute pet. Smart, polite, funny. You should get one for yourself, Stark. They’re kinda expensive, but worth every penny.” His shark-like smile took over his whole face and Tony had to fight back a grimace. He just smiled and shook his head no.

“Not really my style, sir.” Buying people, paying for sex, that sort of thing, he wanted to add.

“It’s not anyone’s style until it is.” He gave Tony a once over and smirked. “We’re not getting any younger.” The engineer was offended, he wanted to tell him he aged like good wine, unlike certain people, but refrained. He just gave him a strained smile and took a sip of his drink.  

As if on cue, the pretty boy returned to the table and Tony took a couple of seconds to appreciate his outfit. He wore a dark blue suit, very elegant and very expensive looking, certainly a gift from Osborn, and it fit him like a glove. Tony supposed it was bespoke. It complimented his lithe, lean body beautifully.

Keep reading

OH MY FUCKING GAAAAAWWWWWDDD

What did we do to deserve this?! This fucking gorgeous piece of

ART ?!?!

My crops are watered

My skin is clear

My village is thriving

My-

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holographic-starker·12 days agoText

starkerobsession:

Im crying 😂😂 amazing addition

cagestark:

Tony: what are you reading kid? Looks like it has your full attention.

Peter: hm? Oh. It’s Dr. Banner’s latest article in Popular Science.

Tony, using EDITH to see Peter reading Tony/OMC rpf explicit fics on AO3: interesting. Send me the link.

Peter, putting his phone down: sorry my phone screen just shattered. The battery exploded. It died and I left my charger at home. Bye Mr. Stark!

starkerobsession:

Peter, looking up from his phone: Why are you looking at me funny?

Tony, secretly spying on Peter’s search history with EDITH: Hm?

Peter: You’re looking at me funny…

Tony, pretending he hadn’t just read “Tony Stark gay sex tapes” in Peter’s search history: You’re seeing things, Kid.

Peter, shrugging and going back to searching “how to tell your mentor you want to call him daddy” on his phone: Okay.

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holographic-starker·12 days agoText

tonystarkisaslut:

Tony jolts awake, feeling eyes on him. He turns to the door and gasps, a slight moment of panic before the lights are turned up (thanks Fri) and he sees it Peter.

“Oh. You scared me,” Tony laughs.

Peter apologizes softly, stripping down to nothing in front of Tony.

Tony makes an appreciative noise, licking his lips and sitting up on his elbows to see better. But then Peter just stands there, swaying a bit. “You… coming to bed?” Tony asks softly.

Peter whines, and shakes his head. “‘M sorry. ‘M sure you’re nice ‘n all, but I got a boyfriend.”

Tony blinks rapidly for a moment. Oh god, Peter must be fucking wasted. But at the same time… he can’t help the face splitting grin that graces his face. Peter has a boyfriend. He’s the boyfriend. Wow. “Oh. Well then, why don’t you just come and sleep, huh?”

Peter shakes his head, pouting. “He’s real awesome and I think I love him so I’m just gonna sleep on the floor ‘Kay?”

Tony stills, eyes wide. Oh god. Oh my god.

Peter flops on the floor, using his shirt as a pillow and then he’s snoring within ten minutes.

Tony shakes his head fondly, going over and lifting the boy and putting him in his bed. Their bed. He smiles, petting the hair out of Peter’s face before turning the lights back down, and settling in to sleep himself.

God, he loves Peter Parker.

petercherryparker:

I’m picturing a story where Peter goes to a party with his friends one night, maybe celebrating surviving his first year at college. He invites Tony like he usually does, but Tony insists that it should just be a night out with the guys, joking that nobody wants an old man hanging around all night. Peter just rolls his eyes, denying everything about that sentence and gives him a quick peck on the lips before heading out.

Tony does his best to keep himself busy all evening, but a little worry parks itself in the back of his mind. They’ve been together a few months now, but haven’t really talked about their relationship status. And he can never seem to get rid of the insecurity that Peter will realize he can do so much better, that he deserves so much more. Eventually he gives up trying to distract himself. He downs a couple of shots of whiskey before climbing into bed, feeling miserable and lonely. He wakes up some time later to a drunken Peter stumbling through the darkened room and the conversation that follows puts all his fears to rest.

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holographic-starker·12 days agoText

tonystarkisaslut:

Get Her Back

So I read this by @reniisbooks and I absolutely had to!

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“I want a divorce,” Peter squeaks. He has a black eye, a bloody mouth. Bruises all over his chest and stomach. He can’t stay anymore, he just can’t. “I want a divorce.”

Beck scoffs at him, laying down his phone to look Peter in the eye. “That’s cute.”

Peter shakes his head. “I’m getting a divorce.”

“Oh? You are? Okay. Have fun.”

Peter clenches his hands into fists, tears stinging His eyes. “I am! I am. I even hired a divorce lawyer-“

Beck stands, slamming Peter into the wall. He has so much hatred in his eyes, and Peter wonders how he ever pretended to love Peter. “You wanna play dirty? You want to leave me, take my mate away from me? Take my property?” He snarls. “Fine. Then you’ll never see your daughter again.”

The blood drains from Peter’s face. “You c-can’t, you can’t keep her from me!”

“Watch me,” he says, slamming Peter into the wall again and again, making Peter sob and cry out, begging for it to stop. Once Beck let’s him go, he falls to the ground, curling into a ball and sobbing. “Get out. Useless little piece of shit.”

~

Peter misses his daughter. He never gets to see her. But Stark promised him, he promised Peter he would get him his baby back. So it was worth it.

But-

“Julia Beck will be awarded to her Alpha father, with full custody-“

Peter screamed, feeling his weight give out. He’ll never see her again-

“-As Mr. Beck has a job and Mr. Parker does not; however, a social worker will be watching Miss Beck to make sure her alpha father doesn’t abuse her like he did his ex husband. Further more-“

Peter sobs, feeling his lawyers hand on his shoulder.

“-I am allowing the chance of a retrial should Mr. Parker find a job, or he marries an alpha who can take care of him. Visiting rights are up to Mr. Beck. Case dismissed.”

~

“You’ll never see her again. Omegas don’t get jobs, no one hires them. And no one would ever marry a used up omega like you. This is what you deserve.” Beck spit on Peter before leaving.

~

“I’m sorry, Mr. Parker.”

Peter stares at the wall, tear tracts staining his cheeks. He isn’t crying anymore. He can’t. “I’m never going to see her again,” Peter whispers.

“Don’t say that-“

“I’m just an omega!” Peter screams, staring down Tony. “He’s an alpha! If he says I can’t go within thirty feet of her I can’t! I’m just a stupid omega-“ his voice breaks.

“We can try again-“

“I’m just. A stupid omega. A stupid, stupid omega who thought he could get away from an abusive alpha and everything would be okay.”

“Mr.-“

“Beck is right. I’m never going to see her again,” Peter leans back on Tony’s couch, staring at the wall opposite him. His eyes are so dull, so void of the life Peter had when he first hired Tony. “I should have just put up with it,” Peter whispers. He looks to Tony, and Tony almost starts crying himself when he sees how broken this omega is. “I wish I had just put up with it. I’d rather be beaten half to death every day, I’d rather be raped twenty times a day, I’d rather be a whore he sold to his friends for extra money. I’d rather die, Mr. Stark, than never see her again. I can’t-“

Tony grabs Peter, pulling him in for a tight hug. He feels the omega shaking, literally breaking in his arms. “Peter Parker, I’m going to get you your daughter back if it’s the last thing I ever do on this hellscape of a fucking earth. I swear to god.”

~

Is it cheating?

Yes, absolutely.

Is it legal?

According to the judge it is.

Beck is fuming on the other end of the court, looking two seconds away from nursing someone. “This is fucking bull shit! They obviously only got married to win, we only just got a divorce!”

“Mr. Stark, anything you’d like to say to that?”

“Well you see, your honor,” Stark starts, mouth wide with a predatory grin. “I’ve been in love with Mr. Parker got years, but he was taken. So I didn’t make a move. But the second he got divorced…”

“That’s bull-“

“It’s good enough for me to take a child away from a father who abused their omega,” Judge Fury says. “Sole custody is hereby awarded to Mr. Parker and Mr. Stark, case dismissed.”

~

Peter is too busy crying, hugging his baby girl to his chest, to gloat at Beck. But Stark isn’t. “If you come anywhere near my omega, I’ll rip your knot off and make sure you never trap some poor omega ever again.”

Beck sneers. “I’ll get her back. Maybe not legally, but I will. Watch your back, Stark.”

Tony smirks as Beck leaves, turning back to his new omega and daughter.

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holographic-starker·13 days agoAnswer
HEYO PROMPTLYS. How about Starker with some gunplay? Mafia AU or not is up to you, just something hot :D

i gotchu baby 

“what are we doing here?” peter asked him as tony led him out to the compound’s shooting range. “you’re 18 now, it’s about time you really learned how to handle a gun,” tony said, pressing the button on the wall that opened the hidden panel full of weapons. peter gulped at the sight of them. spiderman didn’t do guns. 

“um, if it’s all the same, i’d rather not. like, i know what to do in the absolute last case scenario i ever handle one, and i’d rather only have to handle one in that scenario,” peter said. tony gave him a scrutinizing look, before nodding and grabbing a pistol off the wall. “do you mind if do?” he asked. peter shook his head, a little confused at the way his mouth went dry at the sight of tony holding the gun. tony smiled and gestured to the bench off to the side, where peter sat to watch tony practice. 

he didn’t know what it was, but seeing the way tony handled that pistol seemed to be doing all sorts of things to peter’s libido. peter watched the way the muscles of his hands rippled as he pulled the trigger, the way his arm muscles coiled under his skin as he managed the kick back. the look of intense focus on his face had peter practically drooling, wondering what it would be like to be pinned beneath it. tony radiated power, holding that weapon, and peter wanted that power used on him. 

he squirmed where he sat, biting his lip against the whimpers that threatened to spill over every time tony fired a shot. his cock was already rock hard, throbbing softly against peter’s thigh. tony, almost as if he sensed something was off, glanced over at peter. he must have been pleased with what he saw, because he grinned and began stalking over to peter, gun in hand. he stopped inches away from peter, forcing the boy to crane his neck to look up at him. he raised the gun and smirked. “like what you see?” peter, not trusting his voice, just nodded. tony’s smirk grew darker. 

“and what if i did this?” he asked, voice growing husky, before lowering the tip of the gun to peter’s temple. a thrill of fear ran up peter’s spine at the same time his cocked jerked, and peter felt a glob of precum smear over his skin. he couldn’t stop the whine from passing his lips. “you like that baby? like it when press my gun against your head? it would be so easy for my finger to just… slip…” peter reached out and clutched at tony’s hips, looking up at him with pleading eyes. 

“use your words, baby.” 

“fuck my throat, and don’t move the gun.” 

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holographic-starker·18 days agoText

tonystarkisaslut:

Tony jolts awake, feeling eyes on him. He turns to the door and gasps, a slight moment of panic before the lights are turned up (thanks Fri) and he sees it Peter.

“Oh. You scared me,” Tony laughs.

Peter apologizes softly, stripping down to nothing in front of Tony.

Tony makes an appreciative noise, licking his lips and sitting up on his elbows to see better. But then Peter just stands there, swaying a bit. “You… coming to bed?” Tony asks softly.

Peter whines, and shakes his head. “‘M sorry. ‘M sure you’re nice ‘n all, but I got a boyfriend.”

Tony blinks rapidly for a moment. Oh god, Peter must be fucking wasted. But at the same time… he can’t help the face splitting grin that graces his face. Peter has a boyfriend. He’s the boyfriend. Wow. “Oh. Well then, why don’t you just come and sleep, huh?”

Peter shakes his head, pouting. “He’s real awesome and I think I love him so I’m just gonna sleep on the floor ‘Kay?”

Tony stills, eyes wide. Oh god. Oh my god.

Peter flops on the floor, using his shirt as a pillow and then he’s snoring within ten minutes.

Tony shakes his head fondly, going over and lifting the boy and putting him in his bed. Their bed. He smiles, petting the hair out of Peter’s face before turning the lights back down, and settling in to sleep himself.

God, he loves Peter Parker.

petercherryparker:

I’m picturing a story where Peter goes to a party with his friends one night, maybe celebrating surviving his first year at college. He invites Tony like he usually does, but Tony insists that it should just be a night out with the guys, joking that nobody wants an old man hanging around all night. Peter just rolls his eyes, denying everything about that sentence and gives him a quick peck on the lips before heading out.

Tony does his best to keep himself busy all evening, but a little worry parks itself in the back of his mind. They’ve been together a few months now, but haven’t really talked about their relationship status. And he can never seem to get rid of the insecurity that Peter will realize he can do so much better, that he deserves so much more. Eventually he gives up trying to distract himself. He downs a couple of shots of whiskey before climbing into bed, feeling miserable and lonely. He wakes up some time later to a drunken Peter stumbling through the darkened room and the conversation that follows puts all his fears to rest.

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holographic-starker·18 days agoText

reniisbooks:

Serial Killer!Tony and Enabler!Peter:

Tony is a fucked up person. He kills people for fun and sport but Peter’s worse. Though he doesn’t pull the trigger or even ge ready of the body and evidence, he does encourage it. With the offering of his own body he can watch Tony take a life with out batting an eye. Soon Tony starts to become conflicted and he wants to stop but Peter always gets what he wants…

“Kill her.”

“For fucksakes, Peter no!”

“God you’re a such a bitch!”

“We can let her go! We can–”

“You shot that bitch or I’ll gut her.”

“Peter…”

“Tony? Dont you love me Daddy?”

“Peter.”

“Pretty please.”

“Give me the gun.”

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