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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.

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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?

#ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #starker #tony stark x peter parker #iron man #peter x tony #peter parker #spiderman #tony stark #pepper potts #tony stark x pepper potts #angst #no beta we die like men #for you fic

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jen-with-a-pen · 6 months

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⊹-୨୧-⊹𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓⊹-୨୧-⊹

⊹–SUMMARY–⊹ Inexperienced and still freshly-traumatized by his first heartbreak, Steve Rogers decides to finally move away for college after taking two gap years to work, save, and help his Ma around the house. It’ll be good for him. Away from his ex. Away from his hometown. He's excited to finally chase his dreams and begin again as a promising fine arts student at Richards College. Well, almost. Thanks to a generous scholarship spanning the next four years of his life, Steve is required to participate in on-campus Greek life. It’s simple: join a frat. They shouldn't be too intimidating. At least they're not as bad as they are in the movies, right? Right..?

⊹–PAIRINGS–⊹ Art Student!Frat Brother!Steve Rogers x Film Student!Sorority Sister!F!Reader

⊹–WARNINGS–⊹ more to be added as series progresses frat bros being frat bros, sorority sisters being sorority sisters, manipulation, coercion, blackmail, fluff, angst, whump, explicit forced s3xual acts, slow burn, dissociation, nud1ty, dubcon (bordering noncon), forced drvgging, mentions of kidnapping, emotional damage, Steve's just trying his best, Bucky and Sam are major frat bros, Tony and Clint are somewhere I swear The warnings listed here are not exhaustive but generally encapsulate the series as a whole and do not represent every single chapter. Please be mindful and read the chapter warnings!

Read this fic on AO3!

The Richards College Playlist

Steve's Playlist

any art featured in the series title header and story-specific dividers was found on pinterest and is used in good faith. all credit goes to the original artists, as i could not find accurate credit for any. collage done by me

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ALL TIED UP: STEVE'S WEEK

–⊹– One: Saturday, currently.

–⊹– Two: Last Monday.

–⊹– Three: Last Tuesday.

–⊹– Four: Last Wednesday.

–⊹– Five: Last Thursday.

–⊹– Six: Saturday, still.

–⊹– Seven: Last Friday.

–⊹– Eight: Saturday, again.

–⊹– Nine: Saturday, again.

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ruenii · 1 year

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'transmigrator' tim drake who's gotten used to suddenly waking up in an alternate dimension similar to his but its just AO3 batman fics he keeps on getting transported to, so now he tries to figure out the plot before looking at the tags as a distraction while trying to find his way back to his original dimension.

"Oh another coffee shop AU? Okay...i wonder what pairing this is-- anddd its superbat, okay, cool."

"Hold the fuck on, why is green lantern making out with batman, WAIT WHY ARE THEY IN GOTHAM ACADEMY—"

"Another angsty fic of me? Okay, FINE, I'll get fucking therapy jfc, and maybe I'll get my life back together no need to tell me twice.

"This is unfair, god hates me, why the hell is Damian taller than me when he's 16. HE'S LITERALLY 16."

"Damnnn, you really just did that Bruce? CPS is gonna have a field day with this."

"Awww this is actually pretty cute, I would never do that though, god that was fucking embarassing, you're embarassing."

Now when he comes back to his original universe he just has all this weird knowledge and habits that he has after being in all those universes, and some of them he doesnt even notice like:

He sleeps literally anywhere in the Manor, kissing Kon on the cheek, holding Duke's hand randomly, being cuddly with Bart and Cassie, patting Jason in the back, ruffling Damians head or even hugging Dick first. And he sometimes just hugs Bruce just because, maybe Bruce is gonna be shocked for the first few times then he gets used to it.

And everyone in the batfam and his friends gets used to Tim being subtly open to affection and reciprocates it back to him, while also being used to him referencing some weird pop culture memes and inside jokes they don't get except for him.

TLDR: Tim gets character development by reading fanfiction.

#tim drake #damian wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #duke thomas #cassandra cain #bruce wayne #batfam #fanfic idea #can you tell how much i love transmigration au's?#tim looking at the tags for one of the fics cos he was tired asf and wasnt in the mood:#alpha/beta/omega? what is that? wait theres male lactation?--#CREAMPIE???!?!!—#or: tim lowkey shipping tony and bruce #and bruce wondering why tim always mentions this 'tony' whenever he does somethin stupid

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hyper-fixated-delusions · 7 months

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Enemies of the Southside.

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader.

A/N #1: This is a little different from what I’m used to writing, so please, go easy on me haha also there are some warnings further down so please check them out and if you are uncomfortable with what is mentioned, I advise you not to read.

A/N #2: I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any mistakes! Also comments, reblogs, shares and likes are super appreciated, thank you! :)

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence, blood, a knife, and choking. If you are not comfortable with any of these things, PLEASE DO NOT PROCEED.

Translation: “Sestra.” Sister.

Word count: 2,171.

Masterlist.

Being part of the Southside you knew not to wander deserted streets only illuminated by the moonlight, alone. But going home from your job required you to do such, and most times you weren’t worried, because sporting the leather jacket that you did gave you a sense of power that helped ease your mind.

But this night felt different.

This night you couldn’t help but feel like someone was following you, the realization causing a chill to run down your spine.

Cautiously picking up your pace, you make it about half way through the alley that leads you home, when you hear a voice suddenly whisper, “I’m sorry,” and you feel pairs of hands grab at your arms and legs, pushing at you as they pin you to a wall.

“Whoa, what the fuck! Let me go!” You shout as you squirm, trying to get out of the tight hold your are in. “Get the hell off me!” You say and continue squirming, until you feel a hand tightly squeeze around your throat. “Pietro?” You whisper, voice breaking slightly.

Pietro was your best friend that pledged allegiance to the Southside’s biggest gang when you were 15, he was one of the few people that initiated with you.

Which is why you’re so stunned to see him there, a black hoodie on his head and a pair of black gloves on his hands to match.

As your eyes dart around your perpetrators, you recognize a few more faces that you initiated with or you were once very close with and you can’t help the tears that spring to your eyes, causing Pietro to look at everything except you.

But once you manage to make eye contact with the silver haired boy you can see that your old best friend wants to do anything but hurt you and knowing firsthand how severe the consequences can be if he declines hurting you, you give him a slight nod as if to say, it’s okay.

Instantly regretting your decision when you see your ex-lover come out of the shadows, a blade in her hand.

“Hey! Wait, wait. No, no!” You scream, kicking your legs as hard you can to no avail, thinking you were going to endure at least a simple beating. Realizing a little too late that was not the case.

“Hold her tight,” Vision grits, hands tightening on your legs, and once they manage to subdue you he gives Wanda the command, “now go ahead Wanda, cut! Take off that damn disgracing tattoo!” He all but growls and your eyes widen as you realize what is about to actually happen.

As Wanda begins slowly making her way towards you, she makes eye contact with you and the green eyes that stare back at you are full of pain and despair, and your heartbreaks in your chest before the blade that she wields starts cutting into your skin as a way to remove the tattoo you sport on your right arm that you got when you were initiated into the Southside, a tattoo that represented what gang you were in.

“Please, stop!” You yell at the top of your lungs, your scream piercing the air.

A scream so chilling it would probably make a murderer rethink a killing, a scream so piercing it could make anyone go deaf.

But Wanda doesn’t stop, she can’t stop, even as her entire being protests she continues slicing. She continues slicing until the art you were sporting is off your arm and with that they let you go, your limp body falling to the ground with a harsh thud.

Thinking you’re dead you hear their footsteps as they run away once they’re done with you, and as you’re lying there losing consciousness, you hear someone crying.

“I’m so sorry, my love” the voice sobs, “I didn’t want to hurt you. I really didn’t, but I had to,” they say and you feel a hand softly caress your face.

“Wanda, please, we need to go, they’re going to come back to make sure she’s dead if we don’t leave right now,” another voice says.

“She’s dying now Piet, she is losing way too much blood! If we leave her here like this I won’t be able to live with myself if she dies,” the brunette sobs and Pietro quickly jumps into action, ripping a part of your shirt off to make a makeshift tourniquet to put around your arm to temporarily stop the bleeding.

“There Wanda, it’s the best I can do,” your old best friend says softly.

“She’s going to hate me Piet,” the brunette says affectedly.

“I know sestra, I know, she’ll hate us both,” he sighs sadly. “But we knew how grave the stakes could be when we pledged allegiance to the Northside, there is nothing we can do now but move forward. She may never understand why we did what we did, but she knows what these obligations mean to us, she too has her own.”

Wanda nods slightly, tears pouring down her face as she continues the caresses on your face a little while longer before completely pulling away, “I know she’ll understand why this happened, but by doing this to her, we are literally declaring war on the Southside P. There will definitely be hell to pay. I just hope she’s not in the crossfire, I’ve done enough damage today, I’d hate to see her get hurt even more than what has happened right now. I still love her you know,” you hear Wanda say.

“Well if you love her and still care about her then please, let’s go,” the silver haired boy pleads, “they’re going to get suspicious as to why we’re not with them and they’ll come back Wanda, they will, and if they see she’s still alive they might actually kill her, so we really need to go,” Pietro says anxiously.

Those being the last words you hear before their footsteps depart.

As you lay there still losing significant amounts of blood even with the tourniquet on your arm, you black out for a few minutes. Only waking up when you hear more footsteps making their way towards you and you begin dragging yourself on the ground, afraid that the Northsiders have come back to make sure you’re dead or that they’re back to do their job and actually kill you.

But when you hear a familiar voice call out your name, you know you're slightly safe and it isn't until you feel arms wrap around your weak frame and you take in the scent of a familiar cologne that you allow yourself to relax.

“Help! Nat, Steve, Tony! Please get in here and help!” A panicked Bucky yells, as he and Sam set you down on a nearby table, and in come the rest of the Southside’s strongest gang.

“Holy fuck, what happened?” You hear Yelena ask.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” Kate gasps.

“Give her space,” Natasha and Steve yell.

“Jesus Christ,” Tony says entering the room, “what in the hell happened?”

“I-I don’t know,” Bucky stutters, his hands shaking as he sees them full of your blood, “Sam and I were coming back home from the bar when we saw her bleeding out on the floor, we picked her up and came here as soon as possible,” the tall man says.

“Okay, it’s okay, calm down. Let me get a good look at her and I’ll call you guys back in a bit.” Steve says, handing the man a towel as they all walk out of the room.

While in the other room Kate and Yelena can’t stop their pacing due to the extreme worry they feel about not knowing your state. As the rest of the group sit and wait to be called in by their other friends and after several minutes of waiting Steve comes into the room.

“Hey guys, she’s stable, whoever put that makeshift tourniquet on her basically saved her life. You guys are more than welcome to come in and see her,” he says and as soon as the words leave his mouth all at once they go inside the room in which you are in.

“Hey Y/N/N,” Natasha whispers as she removes sweaty hair out of your eyes.

“Hey Natty,” you smile softly.

“Doll, what happened?” Bucky questions.

“It was the Northside,” you breathe and you swear you can see the moment everyone goes tense.

“Who exactly?” Sam asks angrily.

“I-I didn’t see their faces, it was too dark. I was just able to see their j-jackets,” you stutter.

“Bullshit Y/N!” Clint says, calling you out immediately, “who was it?”

“I-It was... Vision, Peter, America, and MJ,” you begin, listing off the names of the people that hurt you, but hesitating on mentioning two other names.

“And who else Y/N/N?” Yelena asks, eyes narrowing as she studies you, “I know you're holding back. Who else was there? Also, don’t even think about lying, we know you,” the girl says and you take in a deep breath.

“Please, don't make me do this," you whisper softly, voice full of emotion.

"Who else hurt you sweetie? We need to know, because they need to pay for what they did," Natasha whispers just as soft, her hand holding your own tenderly.

"Nat please, I love her," you say, tears rolling down your cheeks but nevertheless providing the names they are looking for, "Wanda. Wanda and Pietro also did this to me,” you say as you cast your eyes downward in shame and fear.

“Son of a bitch!” Yelena yells, kicking a nearby stool down, “are you kidding me?! The Maximoff twins did this you?! Oh, they are dead! Do you hear me? They are so dead!” She says, an anger welling in her eyes like you've never seen before.

“I’m with Yelena, they are dead! They want to mess with one of our own, I say we all go over there and kick their asses! Because this means war!” Kate says and everyone except Steve and Tony nod their head.

“No,” Steve begins, “we can’t do that,” the older man says calmly.

“What the hell do you mean Steve! So what? We’re just supposed to roll over and let this happen?” Bucky questions angrily.

“No Buck, we are not going to roll over. We are going to proceed with caution,” Steve continues just as calmly.

“Like hell! If we don’t do something now, they are going to think we are weak, and we are not weak! We can’t let them think we don’t care enough about our members to lie down and take this attack!” Clint yells and the rest of the gang start agreeing.

“Silence!” Tony yells, causing the members to seize their uproar, “Steve is right, we must proceed with caution. It is not ideal, I know, but we must,” he says. “I promise you, we will get our revenge. This heinous act of violence against the kid hurts us just as much as it hurts you. We are a family, we watch after each other so I will make sure we sort this out. But for now, our main priority is Y/N's health, we are so lucky she is here with us right now, so please, all of you go get some rest. It has been an emotional night. But I ask you, reserve this anger, reserve it for when we want to take action against these cowards.”

“As much as I hate to admit it," Natasha begins, "they're right. We are not thinking straight. We are thinking irrationally because we are angry, rightfully so. But we need a proper course of action so we can execute our plans, so for now let’s let Y/N rest, she’s endured enough tonight, goodnight.” Natasha says with finality and the gang huff but nonetheless oblige.

Once all but the three founding members have left, you look to Natasha, Steve and Tony, gratefully. “Thank you guys, for getting them to rationalize, I appreciate it,” you say softly, a small smile making it's way to your face.

“No problem Y/N. But please know, we do not take this attack on you lightly. I know you still love Wanda and care for Pietro, but this act of violence warrants a war, so be prepared for that. What they did to you today is only the beginning, a warning of what’s to come and I know you have history with the twins, but they knew what it meant when they agreed to do this to you and they will have to pay,” Steve says softly and you nod sadly, “now get some rest kid. We’ll see you tomorrow morning, we’re just so glad you’re okay,” he says a smile gracing his features as Natasha moves forward to place a soft kiss on your forehead and Tony nods at you with a small smile on his face.

Wanda, your ex-lover, now turned enemy has no idea what’s in store for her.

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fadeintoyou1993 · 10 months

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TONI TOPAZ RIVERDALE | S07E11

#riverdaleedit #riverdale #tonitopazedit #toni topaz #chonicentral #chonidaily #tuserdee #tuserrobin #userjacko #userrachel #usermorgan #useryusi #userlourdes #usersadie #userjustine #gif #mine #FIRST POSTT ON BETA EDITOR THIASS SHIT IS SO SCARY AHHSHGHHH!!!!

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negrowhat · 3 months

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Alan is who Tony pretends to be on paper to get his foot in the door.

#there i said it #alan is rounding up all the abandoned alphas and omegas and betas #and he's giving them everything they need #and then some #he takes care of everyone #and that's who tony claims to be to get his foot in the door #so he can sell the kids he takes in #wild #pit babe the series

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teddiee · 2 months

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Into Each Life, Chapter 9.

I’m slowly updating the world’s most drawn out passion project, be there or be square 🤩

3.8.24

#winteriron #bucky barnes #tony stark #wip #alpha/beta/omega au #ao3

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thesoulbox · 2 months

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Anyone interested in beta reading a fnaf fic i made for an au... For...kiind of better context, its got the people you goobers know and love..Evan, Gregory, Tony, Ellis, Cassie, Cassidy, all of those silly lil goobers, but in sillier situations...thoughts.

#fnaf fic #fnaf gregory #gregory fnaf #fnaf sb #tony becker #ellis fnaf #cassie fnaf #evan fnaf #crying child #cassidy fnaf #maybe other kiddos?!?#IDK MAN #there will also be afton family drama ok.#ive never messed with that before #never too late to try #beta readers

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anti-cyra · 23 days

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miscellaneous masterlist

— just a collection of character bots that can really only be described as my obsessions at some point in my life lmao so i figured they deserved their own bots

Marvel Characters

Peter Parker (TASM Canon AU)

Peter Parker (MCU Canon AU)

Tony Stark (Canon AU)

Loki (Canon AU)

Loki (Thor 3: Ragnarok AU)

Loki (Canon AU)

Loki (Post Avengers 2012 AU)

Loki (Thor 2011 AU)

Miguel O'Hara

anticyra's other obsessions

Casper (from A Date With Death)

Jax (from The Amazing Digital Circus)

Francis Mosses (from That's Not My Neighbor!)

Jake Long (from American Dragon)

Jack Frost (from Rise of the Guardians)

Hiccup Haddock III (from How to Train Your Dragon)

Danny Fenton (from Danny Phantom)

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squippy360 · 2 years

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Sub!Tony Stark x Dom!Male Reader

Cw:(sub!Tony stark, Dom!M/n, smut, dacryphilia kinda, daddy kink, hair kink, touch starved Tony stark, softie M/n.)

Sometime later into the talk session, Tony began to feel a migraine come on.

Bruce turned to his other science bro. "Tony? Are you ok?" He said softly.

Tony nodded his head, wincing and groaning at the feeling in his head.

Bruce silently slinked away and called M/n, his boyfriend.

"M/n? It's me, Bruce. Tony doesn't look too good." He spoke quietly.

"I'll be down in 2 minutes." M/n said and quickly hung up.

[Tiny time skip]

M/n arrived shortly later, bursting through the door of the lab. "Tony" He called out softly, seeing his boyfriend hunched over his desk.

"Hey sweetheart." He said and looked up at him.

"Hello M/n. It seems as if Tony is experiencing a migraine. His temperature rose by 10 degrees." J.A.R.V.I.S spoke up.

"Thanks for that J.A.R.V.I.S." Tony said with sarcasm dropping in his sentence.

"My pleasure, Tony." J.A.R.V.I.S said. Tony huffed and began to rub his temples again.

M/n let out a sigh and picked up his boyfriend gently. "Thank you, Dr. Banners." He said and left.

After they arrived at their destination, M/n immediately sat Tony on their bed, getting some medicine and turning the lights down low.

"Poor baby." M/n said softly and gave tony a pill and some juice. Tony's heart fluttered at the name and downed the juice and pill.

M/n gave him an empathetic look and sat on the bed. "Come here, Baby Boy." He said and patted the space in between his legs.

Tony wearily and reluctantly sat in his lap, his back pressed against his tummy and the back of his head against M/n's chest.

M/n pulled out a cold rag and set it on Tony's eyes. "So pretty. So cute. My Tony stark." He whispered in his ear and wrapped his left arm around Tony's tummy and he used his other arm to run his fingers through Tony's hair.

Tony was enjoying all the attention but soon, another feeling aroused in his abdomen.

"So smart and cute, my adorable Tony." M/n said right in his hear.

Tony bit his lip when he relished he was getting a hard-on. He silently cursed himself for being so touch starved.

"Tony~ You're being such a good boy. Maybe I should get everyone to recognize how much of a good boy you are~ I'll tell them how well you can obey orders~" He whispered in his ear, squeezing him slightly.

Tony began to squirm, rubbing his thighs together and gripping the bedsheets.

His pants began to feel uncomfortable but he didn't want to ruin the moment or make his headache worse.

"So still and gentle for me~ I feel so lucky to have you in my arms, feeling my Tony right against me." He said and kissed his neck.

Tony was basically humping M/n at this point. He was on the verge of releasing all over himself.

M/n did one final thing to push him over the edge. He took the arm that was around Tony's waist and put it on his upper thigh, running it up and down, squeezing it occasionally.

Tony let out a moan and sat up, leaving to use the bathroom and sulk in embarrassment.

M/n was completely unaware of what he had done and thought he made Tony uncomfortable..

"Love? I'm sorry if I took it too far. I'll stop touching you like that if you would like?" He said softly.

After a few minutes, Tony opened the door, revealing a red-faced engineer who was only wearing the big shirt M/n let him steal from his wardrobe.

M/n looked him up and down, seeing him in just his shirt was just too much. He walked closer and wrapped an arm around his waist, tilting his face up to kiss him.

Tony kissed back, it was needy and passionate.

M/n ran his fingers through Tony's hair again and watched him shiver under his touch. He pulled away from the kiss when he felt Tony start to hump him. He whimpered as he grinded against his boyfriend.

M/n finally put all the pieces together and felt pity for torturing his boy for so long. "Oh. My little boy. I'm sorry for torturing you so long. Should Daddy make the pain go away?" I teased a bit. (1st perspective now)

He hid his face in my chest and nodded. I smirked and picked him up, bringing him back to the bed. "Don't worry. Daddy will be nice to his baby boy." I rumbled in his ear.

He let out a moan already. I shoved my clothes off and got onto the bed with him. "My pretty little boy is already leaking so much~" I purred in his ear as I stared at his pretty tip leaking pre-cum.

He reached for his cock to touch it but I grabbed his wrists. "Ah Ah Ah. No touching. That's my job. You have to ask Daddy nicely." I said as I took one of his ties and tied his wrists behind him.

He let out a whine. "Please…touch me." He whimpered. "Please…what? Louder." I said.

"Please Daddy touch me. Fuck me until I'm drunk on your cock please I'm desperate!" He said, trying to rock his hips into my hands.

I bit my lip, seeing him all tied up and begging for me make my heart speed up.

"Anything for Daddy's baby boy." I rumbled in his ear. I hoisted him up further on the bed before I began to touch him. I jerked him off with one hand and squeezed his thigh with the other. I was marking all up his thighs.

He was a moaning mess under my touch. "Please~ So good~ Sensitive~" He moaned out.

I purred against his thighs, making my way up to his cock and sucking on the tip.

He squirmed against the restraints and tried to buck into my mouth.

I hummed and held his waist down. "Be a good boy." I warned and went back to pleasing his needy cock.

I sucked on it a few more times before shoving the whole thing in my mouth. He arched his back as his legs began to shake a bit.

I fucked his cock with my mouth wanting to drain him of all his cum. I groaned on his cock, making his cock twitch in my mouth.

"Please~ Let me cum! Wanna mark your mouth with my cum!" He begged, trying to buck into my mouth.

I hummed and traced my finger around his twitching hole.

"M/N! YEEEEEEES!" He screamed and came inside my mouth. I licked it all up. "Daddy's baby boy tastes just like candy~" I purred and reached for the dresser. I saw his face streaming with pleasure tears of overstimulation. "Do you want to go further?" I mumbled to him, concerned.

"Please Daddy! I wanna feel your seed inside me! I want you!" He cried out. I felt my own cock twitch when he said that. I put a condom on and poured lube on my cock and his twitching hole.

I lined myself up, gently leading it in and making sure I wasn't hurting him. "Fuck baby~" I groaned and began to move.

He moaned and got out of the restraints. His arms immediately flew up to my neck and pulled me closer to him. He slammed his lips into mine.

He was a moaning and needy mess. His tounge was licking all around the inside of my mouth. I blushed a but and ran my hands through his hair and squeezed his thighs. We pulled away and he moaned loudly, cumming all over his tummy.

"Awww. Look at the pretty mess you're making. All messy for me~" I said as I began to pummel into his sweet spot.

He cried out in pleasure. "S-So much! T-Too much!" He moaned.

"I forgot to lock the door. Imagine if someone walked in, seeing you all messy and obedient for me~ your cock twitching from me~ your pretty little mouth moaning my name~" I grouped in his ear.

He came again loudly, his body shaking from the overstimulation. I marked his neck with dark marks as I came inside him. "Daddy's baby is getting his milk~" I growled.

After we calmed down a bit, I pulled out and tired the condom together, throwing it away. "Are you ok? Does anything hurt? Did I go too hard?" I asked.

"I'm thirsty and my legs don't work but other than that, I feel great." He said and sprawled out on the bed.

M/n gave him some new clothes, water, and made sure he was comfortable before hopping in bed with him, watching movies until they got tired.

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winterspiderpurrs · 7 months

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Okay but Tony never told the team that Peter was an Omega.

And after Peter moved into the tower/compound, he didn't realize that the team didn't know. He wore scent covering patches. He was happy they treated him like an equal and no one ever brought it up.

Maybe he should of questioned it as the team would joke around and sometimes ask him if he was seeing an Omega when they would get faint whiffs of Omega slick.[Not realizing it was Peter himself]

Maybe after getting back from patrol, he was complaining about his back hurting. Maybe he stretches and pops/cracks his back and let's out a typical chirp that omegas do.

The team in the kitchen freezes and stares at Peter. And once Peter goes to his room. They call Tony up from the lab.

" Peter is an Omega?"

Tony freezes. Stares at them and thinks back. He knew in the beginning he kept it quite but surely it had come out. Peter has been living with them for almost a year now.

Now the team is questioning all the little "quirky" moments they had while interacting with Peter. They should of realized.

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starker-raving-mads · 2 months

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For You: Part II

It had been two weeks since Tony Stark's disaster of a funeral.

Peter thought he'd gotten maybe 12 hours of sleep in that time, mind still haunted with the last images of Mr. Stark he'd ever have - but also now haunted with Ms. Potts's words.

He did it for you.

The rest of the sleep he'd gotten was mostly from passing out from sheer exhaustion. The city was in ruins and more than ever, Queens needed their friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. It was humbling the first time a grandmother started sobbing after seeing him, clutching him to her chest. Kids of all ages came up to him in ferocious hugs and clinging to his arms and legs. Many of them had heard tell of Spider-Man but were too young to have known him, and many more had missed his suited face around the streets, protecting them and keeping peace.

Peter's heart ached knowing that they'd been without him for so long, and through something so awful. The Blip was an instant for him, done and undone with only the vaguest sense of time loss in between. But for them? Half a decade of time, gone, lost in the deep expanse of tragedy. The teenager could hardly begin to understand it.

When he'd told May - who wasn't Blipped, who'd lost him for five long and miserable years, who had gray hair at her roots and frown lines where the laugh lines had been - that he couldn't leave Queens, couldn't leave his people, even for something like college, she grabbed him fiercely around his shoulders and they both cried.

"You're so incredibly strong, baby," she whispered into his hair, voice husky from holding onto her tears. "I'm so fucking proud of you."

So yeah. Queens needed him.

But that wasn't what was on his mind, not now, not with 12 hours of sleep and too much coffee in his system and a overwhelming, polished stone building looming over him. He tapped his fingers restlessly against the worn thigh of his jeans. Taylor & Taylor, the sign said. Attorneys at Law.

He was here for Mr. Starks will reading. Apparently, per the couriered letter to his and May's apartment last week, he was part of the will and was required to be in attendance. Baffled, all he'd even remotely begun to believe Mr. Stark would leave him with was the Spider-Man suit, or maybe a patent for it, to keep his identity safe? He really wasn't sure.

The caffeine in his system was causing his anxiety to ratchet up as he entered the building, greeted the receptionist, and was ushered to a conference room with a long, shiny table. At the other end of the table sat Pepper and Peter flatlined his lips together and gave her a nod, ignoring her well-hidden wince.

She hadn't said anything to him after the barrage at the funeral, Happy having pulled her off of him and led her away, still sobbing. He imagined, for all that she was probably still mad at him, that someone as put together as Pepper Potts felt uneasy with her emotional break, understandable as it was.

He sat down in the furthest seat from her anyway.

2 silent, tense minutes later, Happy entered the room. He gave Peter a quiet clap on the shoulder before going to Pepper's end of the table and sat down next to her, holding a whispered conversation. He could've easily heard them but was trying to mentally tune them out for their own privacy. Not long after more people entered the room - Rhodey, Sam Wilson, Steve Rodgers, and Bucky Barnes all ushered in a line, looking like they'd come together.

It was an odd mix of people, Peter supposed, but then again Mr. Stark always valued the unseen in those he cared about. The hardest one to figure was probably Bucky, whom Tony had given Peter the breakdown on. The man had gone, in his words, feral after learning Bucky was the one to take out Howard and Maria Stark and Peter could hear the stale anger and sadness in those few moments Mr. Stark talked to him about it, explained why he'd come back from Germany beaten, how the rift in the Avengers came to be.

Looking across the table, though, Peter couldn't see the ruthless killer he'd once been. His metal arm had been removed, the shirt sleeve carefully tucked around his shoulder, and he was quiet and contemplative, glancing around the table much like Peter was. In fact, it was less glancing at the other occupants and much more at Peter himself.

Actually, most of the table had looked at Peter more than once and it took him a good, long moment to realize it was because they didn't know who the hell he was. Pepper and Happy were the only two not looking his way, still whispering quietly between themselves. It struck him that despite his mask having been torn away in battle, no one had seen him, no one here but Pepper and Happy knew he was Spider-Man.

No wonder they're staring at me, he thought. Why would a teenage boy be at Tony Stark's will reading -

What little blood his body could spare rushed to his cheeks and the back of his neck and he stared resolutely down at the table. Despite many, many fantasies, he and Mr. Stark didn't have that kind of relationship. But oh how Peter had wished they had - how his heart and soul belonged to Tony Stark even if it was never given in return.

His long unrequited yearnings were interrupted by the lawyers finally coming in. It was two of them and what looked to be a junior associate, hands loaded with files. "We apologize for the delay," the more sleek looking 50-something woman said. "We had been confirming the last of the details."

"It's all right," Pepper said, brusque and business-like despite the emotion the teen could read in every line of her face. "Let's get started."

The lawyers sat themselves at the long table, at the head near Peter and across from Pepper. "This is the final reading of the last Will and Testament of Anthony Edward Stark," the male lawyer said, reading from his portfolio. He glanced up. "Much of this actually comes in the form of videos that Mr. Stark created himself," he said, and Peter could tell he wasn't the only one who'd barely withheld a pained gasp. "We have some to read and at the end, we'll set the video to play and he asked that only those called for his Will be allowed to remain to view it."

That figured, Peter thought. If there were a handful of powerful people in this room, superheroes and not, it made sense Mr. Stark wanted everything as on the downlow as possible.

"Firstly, to Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes," he said as a junior associate quietly and quickly handed Rhodey a file folder. "He leaves all patents and holdings and architecture belonging to the tool 'War Machine' to you. Specifically with the addendum - try not to give this one away to the government, Platypus." The lawyer looked uncomfortable but Rhodey chuckled, smile full of love and pain both.

"Next, to Captain Sam Wilson," the junior slid a similar folder in front of Sam. "He leaves all patents and holdings and architecture belonging to the drone 'Redwing' to you." The man cleared his throat. "Per Mr. Stark's instructions - 5 years is a long time to fiddle with something without ever knowing if the owner is coming back. If what we're about to do works, enjoy the little sucker."

Sam's lip quiver slightly before he tightened his jaw, nodding once. Peter wasn't the only one seemingly effected by the genius's generosity, not by a long shot.

"To Captain Steve Rodgers, he leaves all intellectual property rights to the design of his vibranium shield." The lawyer cleared his throat. "And the entirety of his liquor collection. Per instructions, 'So you have something to test that alcohol tolerance with, boy scout." Steve let out a low chuckle, nodding in thanks to the associate who handed him his folder.

"Finally," the female lawyer said, standing up as her colleagues exited the room. "We have the rest of his Will on video. We have not, and will not view this video, but have specifics mentioned within documented. These are vague," she clarified when Pepper looked like she was about to ask, "and only enough to allow the contents within the video to be legally sanctified." She gestured to a remote at Pepper's end of the table. "Simply press play and the recording will begin."

The room was quiet for a moment after the last lawyer left and Pepper cleared her throat before gesturing to Happy to hit play. An instant later, on the large screen at the end of the room, Tony Stark appeared.

His face was lined with the extra years Peter didn't get to have with him, hair graying and so fucking handsome it hurt. The frown lines around his mouth were more distinct than ever and there was a sort of settled sadness to his eyes that Peter had never seen before. He didn't move with the restless fidgeting that Peter himself often exhibited, the sign of a mind that wouldn't cease moving. If the teen had to guess, it was because of too much having happened. He knew that after the Blip, Tony had spent months withering away on a space ship and then years secluding himself at the cabin where his funeral was held. He retreated into himself more and more, letting the rest of the world figure itself out without his interference. If the pain in his face was anything to go by, Peter understood and his heart broke for that version of Tony he'd never gotten to know.

"Testing, testing," the Tony on the screen joked, letting a put upon smirk flit across his face. "Just joking, we all know my technology wouldn't fail me like that." The wink was devastating to Peter's psychology and it was already clear that this whole video would be his downfall.

"But seriously," the older man continued, more collected now. "If you're seeing this video, we either failed and died trying or I died after having succeeded." He shrugged. "The chances of everyone coming out alive were," he wiggled one hand in a so-so fashion, "basically zero. At least if it's only me, then hopefully no one else got hurt." He winced. "Sorry, Pep, but if it's me or half the universe - I'm so sorry, honey," he was so sincere it hurt Peter's teeth. He could hear the hitch in Ms. Potts's breathing from here. "If it's me or half the universe, you know which one I'm gonna pick." He looked genuinely regretful, as if he didn't realize that he was worth more than just one man. As if he didn't realize he was the center of more than one person's whole world.

Much as Pepper might hate him, she and Peter had that much in common.

"Soo," Tony continued, dragging out the note. "Now is the time to give you guys my last Will I guess. Honeybear, Sam, and Capcicle, you should've all gotten your patents and whatnots," he gestured to nothing again. "The lawyers insisted on that bit. But the real important stuff is in this video, right now." He cleared his throat.

"First, Bucky," the super soldier's head snapped to attention, looking like he didn't know why he was being called on even though being in this room was enough to know something was coming his way, words or otherwise. "Man, I went ballistic on you when we first met," Tony frowned. "It took me a long time, and a smart guy to tell me that sometimes people aren't the culmination of their actions, especially when they weren't in control of themselves."

Those were the words Peter had said to Mr. Stark during one of their lab binges - but about Mr. Stark himself, when he was too in his head about his past as a weapon salesman. He nearly started crying thinking that the man had heard him so profoundly that he'd applied to knowledge to others. Fuck, this hurt.

"So," Tony cleared his throat. "You don't need my forgiveness because you did nothing wrong. But I'm giving it to you anyway because if you're anything like me - and I have a suspicion you might just be - then you need to hear it. I forgive you, Bucky. And, not only that - in case that wasn't enough," he said, voice taking on its cocky tone that, again, Peter could tell was put upon, "I have a secondary prize for you. I figure you probably don't like that arm the Russians gave you, so I made you a new one. Arc reactor powered, and it shouldn't be as painful. Plus, I integrated some of the nanites from my suit to help with the whole sensation thing. I, uh," he cleared his throat, ducking his head before looking back up. "I kind of just thought about what Dad would want for his oldest friends and figured I could at least do that, especially since you really have had just the most shit time the last 70 years. So. I hope you take it, and I hope it works, and just like live the rest of your life the way you want, okay?"

The gaze that Bucky had on the screen was like someone frozen, unable to express anything or feel anything. Like a statue too overwhelmed by movement to do anything but sit there. Next to him, Steve wrapped an arm around him, hand sliding up to grip the back of Bucky's neck. It seemed to wake the man up and he took a deep breath, nodding to whatever the super soldier had whispered into his ear.

"Next," Tony continued. "Happy. I'd make you chief security officer but we both know you'd pull your hair out." Both men chuckled. "Instead, I bequeath my classic car collection. You already have funds sitting in your bank account so don't worry about not being able to take care of them, buddy."

"Thanks, boss," Happy said and it was sweet and sorrowful.

"Pep," the genius took a second to smile sadly into the camera. "I'm so sorry, Pepper, that I couldn't give you what you deserved. But we all know that you are, and have always been, bigger and better than me." Silent tears gathered in the corners of the CEO's eyes and she dabbed at them, elegant and perfect and everything Peter knew he wasn't. "I leave you the lake house and that brownstone you love in Manhattan, all the money in the prenup account, and 20% of my shares at SI. You've always been an amazing CEO and mother, and I know you'll be even better without my shenanigans haunting you every waking moment."

At that, everyone at the table chuckled. Grief, dark humor, and Tony Stark went together like nothing else. Peter's mind, though, was turning over. Mr. Stark only left those things to Ms. Potts? Wouldn't it have made more sense to leave her for last and say 'everything else is yours, babe.'

"Finally," Tony sighed and it was the most straightforward he looked all video. "Pete." Peter's heart clenched and he felt more than saw everyone start eyeing him. He was too focused on the screen to look anywhere but Mr. Stark's face. "You put so much trust in me, kid, and I gotta say it wasn't warranted. I have fucked up almost every single part of my life and until Thanos, you were the only thing I never ruined." The teen swallowed past the lump in his throat, tears gathering in his own eyes and wanting to scream you didn't ruin anything. "If you're seeing this, then that foolhardy plan of mine worked. And you gotta know, kid," the sincerity in the older man's eyes was sharp with pain, now, instead of dull with grief. "You gotta know I did it for you." He cleared his throat. "You're the best of us, and I wasn't going to leave you behind."

The sounds of crying hit Peter's ears and he realized that both he and Ms. Potts were starting to cry in unison. Their pain so similar and shared but so very far apart.

"I couldn't leave things the way they were knowing you had been lost because of that big purple smurf," Tony continued. "The first year you were gone I don't think I left my lab more than 5 times," he laughed softly and it made Peter's heart clench. "I drank more than my liver could probably take, considering everything, and I tried, tried, tried to figure it out, Underoos, I really did. I'm sorry it took this long."

He took a deep breath and the inhabitants of the room did the same. Peter could feel their curious stares boring into his neck but his eyes didn't stray from the screen.

"You have to trust me once more okay, Pete?" Tony asked and Peter would give him anything. He nodded even though the man obviously couldn't see him. "Firstly, to everyone else." The everyone else in question sat straighter up in their chairs. "This," he gestured and somehow it lined up with Peter's chair, "is Peter Parker. To all of you but Happy, Pete was my intern at SI. Believe me when I say this kid has the brightest mind of his generation, but that's not the only reason he's here."

He took another breath. "See the thing is, Peter Parker also happens to be Spider-Man. Yes," he said, sensing that half the room was going to interrupt with questions despite him being a recording - he knew them well. "Yes, the same guy that fought with us in Germany. Yes the same one who's spent the last few years - pre-Blip - defending the streets of Queens."

Voice becoming more intimate, he continued, "Pete is the best of us. He's got your bravery, Rhodey, and he's got your need to stick up for what's right, Steve. The kid is pure good and too smart to not do anything with it. He's gonna be better than you or me combined."

Peter flushed. It wasn't that Mr. Stark hadn't said things in that vein to him before, but to other people? He wanted to protest so, so badly and the fact that he couldn't was strangling him alive.

"And he's gonna need your help. I did what I could, before everything, and I failed over and over again." His mouth was set into a thin line. "He needs people on his side, now more than ever, now after everything, and even more than you might think because," he took a deep breath, "I'm leaving him the company."

"What the fuck," Rhodey whispered.

"What the fuck!" Pepper screeched.

"What the fuck?" Peter gasped.

Their weird sort of chorus ended after that as the room went up in cacophony. On screen, Tony was quiet because yeah, he knew most of the people in that room well enough to know they needed a minute.

"He can't do that," Pepper kept saying as Happy tried to calm her down.

"Pepper," Tony started talking again and it shocked all of them enough to calm down and shut up. "I know you're mad and I know you think I can't but - you're amazing, okay? You are so fucking good at being CEO it's like you were born for it. But Stark Industries has always, and will always, need someone there to be the mad scientist. First it was dad, and then it was me, and now it's gonna be Pete - if he accepts." He sighed. "I had really hoped to last a few more years to get you prepped for his, kid," he shrugged, chagrined smile on his face again. "But death waits for no one, me especially." That sobered them all up.

"I really hope you take this, Petey," he continued, "but if you don't, I won't be disappointed. It's a lot, I know, and if you say no, then everything goes to Pepper and that's fine. But all the weapons I've made for the Avengers and co over the years, all the Iron Man designs, all the Spider-Man things - I'm sorry, but I'd have to trash it. Friday already has the program depending on your answer, but don't let that stop you. Even if you say no to this, you're still gonna be set for life, okay?" His voice, for the first time the entire video, took on a pleading tone. "Please, please don't do this just because I'm asking. Do it because it feels right for you and if it doesn't that's okay. I set aside money for you and May to live easy for the rest of your life if you need it, college, all of it. Just, please consider it."

As if Peter could do anything else. As if Peter would let the last of Tony die with this one request. Say yes and get everything, say no and Tony dies again.

"Pepper," Tony goes on. "If Peter does accept, then I need you there to support him. I know it's hard, and I know you're probably fucking furious at me," he smiled and for just a moment his eyes twinkled in the most devastating way. "But trust me this last time that this is what's best. You know I was never the business guy, not really. But you also know that I love this company and would never leave it to someone who wouldn't do it justice."

He shifted in his seat on screen. "And for Rhodey, Steve, Bucky, and Sam - the kid's gonna need you guys to help him out with the superhero gig. I wasn't really the best with, you know, ground level stuff and that happens to be his specialty. Get him what he needs, help him where you can, and just be there for him, okay?"

"We will, Tones," Rhodey agreed, swearing on their behalf.

For his part, Peter was overwhelmed. It didn't matter what everyone else was saying right now. He heard it, but it was cotton in his brain, the lightning fast jump of thought to realization to devastation of this whole hour more than he could keep up with.

"And with that," Tony sighed. "I'm sorry, but I've got to hopefully go save the world. Or end it," he shrugged, chuckling, "who knows."

The video cut out and the screen turned off. Silence reigned until -

"You cannot take it," hissed Pepper.

"Pep - " Happy started.

"No!" Pepper yelled, standing and slamming her hands onto the table loud enough to make Peter's sensitive hearing ring. "He already took Tony he's not taking my company!"

"My company," Peter said, quietly, resolutely.

Her bright red hair whipped as she faced him, glaring. "No."

"I'm really sorry, Ms. Potts," he said quietly, firmly. "But Mr. Stark was right. Stark Industries needs someone to lead the innovation side and I'm not saying I'm the best - "

"You aren't," she hissed. Across the table from Peter, Rhodey frowned at her.

" - but I'm the one Mr. Stark chose," the teen finished. He stood, facing her, and it felt weirdly powerful to be the only other person standing in this room of powerful people, facing off against Pepper Potts against something that was by all rights his.

What the fuck was his life.

"It's not the first time Tony's thought with his dick before his brain," she spat, "but for fucks sake to give the leading shares of SI to a fucking teenage twink."

"Pepper that's enough," Rhodey said. Beside her, Happy was trying to get her to calm down, one hand reaching up to her shoulder. She shrugged it off, shaking her head.

"You can hate me all you want," Peter said, shrugging. "But Mr. Stark spent the last 20 years trying to fix the world in the best way he knew how and if a bunch of board members who are too greedy to care about that get a hold of his patents or turn the tide against the CEO and spin SI back to the weapons manufacturers that you used to be," he shook his head. "There is no greater way to disrespect Mr. Stark's legacy than that and I'm not gonna let it happen."

"You think you know about how business works," she laughed cruelly. "You think you know Tony - well you don't, Peter. No matter how many promises he made you or how much he lied to everyone else, Tony Stark was always one thing at his core: selfish."

Peter's face crumpled in perplexed sadness. "You can be as mad at me as you want, ma'am," he said, shaking his head. "But I know you don't believe that."

"I didn't," she said, voice quiet but still full of venom. "I haven't for 20 years. But him killing himself to bring you back to life, only to give the leading shares and intellectual rights to you after the fact?" She rolled her eyes. "God, you must have been some fuck."

"Virginia," Happy hissed, standing up next to her finally.

Her eyes darted over to him, then to the rest of the faces staring at her from around the table, like she'd forgotten they were there. Her face blanched slightly but her expression didn't change. She glared at him, gathering her things, and walked toward the door.

As she left, she shouted over her shoulder, "You'll be hearing from my lawyer."

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autemis · 8 months

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If you ask someone what "bonding" actually means, they will usually just tell you, "it's when an alpha bites an omega." This is true in principle, but the other person will still not know what "bonding" actually means or what happens. That is why it is interesting to have a look at the anatomy behind it. Oh, and to clear up a few clichés right away: No, bonding does not mean that an omega now completely belongs to an alpha and has to do everything he wants. This is a misconception that many have already fallen for and a reason why bonding has such a bad reputation among the Omegas.

All right, let's get started:

First of all, it should be said that the "ritual" does not require any special preparations. For some reason, it has become a misconception that the omega has to be in heat for this process, but that is not the case. It is probably because, during this time, you can easily lose control and do things without thinking. (This danger exists, especially with young Alphas who are experiencing an omega in heat for the first time. It is therefore incredibly important to keep young Alphas and Omegas separated during a heat). But let's not dwell on that too long. Let's stay with the Omega: An indispensable part of the bonding is the scent glad on the neck of the omega. It's a clearly visible skin elevation about the diameter of a ping-pong ball. Depending on the state of health or the heat cycle, the appearance of this bulge can vary. The bulge is also caused by the pheromone deposit, which is located under the skin layers, in the area of the fat layer. It is also responsible for the individual scent of an omega.

Inside the bladder there is a great negative pressure, but it does not feel painful for the omega. Only when great force hits it, it can become uncomfortable. The bladder is also connected to the blood circulation. However, since the openings are normally very narrowed, nothing can actually exit or enter.

The counterpart to this are the fangs of the alpha. In the canines, there is a small cavity in the inner part, which leads up into the jaw like a tube system. This can also be called as a kind of "tunnel". It's also is a pheromone layer there, but with much more highly concentrated pheromones than in the scent glad of the Omega. The cavity itself is closed by a caries-like formation, so that the tooth cannot be attacked from the inside. Nevertheless, alphas are advised to pay special attention to their dental care.

Now let's move on to the bonding process:

An alpha penetrates the scent glad of the omega by biting. The pheromone liquid acts like a kind of solvent on the filler in the alpha's tooth. This exposes the passage and the pheromones of the alpha can mix with the omega ones. The resulting mixture becomes a new pheromone, which the alpha and omega will now share. At the same time, a chemical reaction occurs, which causes the negative pressure in the bubble to become too high. The accesses will widen, so that the new liquid can escape from the bladder and will slide into the bloodstream of the omega. At the same time, some of the pheromone fluid is also shot back through the tooth into the alpha, where it is also absorbed through the arteries into the bloodstream. The bonding is now complete and both alpha and omega now share the same pheromone allowing them to be identified as mates. The former pheromone deposits close within 2 - 3 days and the tunnel in the tooth is sealed again after about a week. Omega and Alpha are never able to perform this ritual again. It is a misconception that only the omega is bound to the other forever. Also an Alpha can never again "bond" with another Omega.

However, bonding should really be considered carefully. You can theoretically get together with a new partner - if there are problems in the bonding relationship - but this is not advisable in any case. It is not that you die if you are separated from your partner for too long (I don't know who came up with that), but there are enough other things that cannot be fulfilled by other Omegas or Alphas anymore. The omega for example is no longer influenced by the pheromones of others. This in turn means that, for example during an extremely stressful heat, the omega can only be calmed by his partner. Of course, the same goes for the Alpha. Only his chosen omega is able to calm or influence him.

That is why another word for bonding is "soul pact", because it is assumed that only true soul mates dare to take the risk of bonding.

That's basically it, but there's one more thing I'd like to talk about:

- The new pheromone that the two now share is actually a mixture of equal parts of alphas and omegas. However, studies have now proven that the alpha pheromone is more present in terms of smell. Some Omegas have even been mistaken for an Alpha after bonding, just because the Alpha's pheromone was so strong.

Sanji and Law are the prime example. Since Sanji has only very weak pheromones, Law's phermon clearly dominates this ritual. So you could say that Law's scent has hardly changed, but Sanji is no longer considered a beta, but an alpha.

That should be it. I hope that now more people understand what bonding actually means and that it is in no way only to the disadvantage of the Omega.

Thanks a lot for listening and if anyone has any questions, feel free to ask. Oh and if you have any suggestions or wishes for further lessons, please let me know!

#omega piece #alpha beta omega #one piece omegaverse #omegaverse!au #omegaverse #a/b/o #tony tony chopper #I babble a lot again #choppers lessons about the omegaverse

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The Best Sandwiches in Queens

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Word Count: 4180

Summary:

Delmar's Deli-Grocery is indisputably the best sandwich place in all of Queens―though Peter's biased and all, seeing as he's worked there since high school.

Peter first started his part-time job with Mr. Delmar as a way to help May pay off some of the bills. Not much has changed since. He attends Columbia with the help of some hefty scholarships, but that doesn't mean living got any less expensive. Being the sandwich delivery boy for Delmar's Deli-Grocery has its perks, really! Like being able to eat the leftover sandwiches when there's a screw up with an order, or whenever Office Manager slash alpha bachelor Tony Stark places an order for Peter to deliver.

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#starker #starker fanfiction #starker fanfic #marvel fanfiction #spiderman #iron man #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #ironspider #tony x peter #my writing #ao3 #omegaverse #alpha beta omega

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the fact that tristan dugray isnt on that character.ai thing hurts my heart :’(

AAAAAAH I'M SO GLAD YOU BROUGHT THIS UP!!!!!! WELCOME TO THE OFFICIAL FBFH SECOND HAND INFORMATION MAKE YOUR OWN CUSTOM BOTS TUTORIAL (IT'S NOT HARD I PROMISE)!!!!!

also this is all on mobile!!! i don't think it's different on desktop though. thank you to Emily Gilmore for being my example bot.

step 1 - creating a bot

go to beta.character.ai and make an account if you haven't already

click the create button, then create a character

step 2 - basic information

type in your character's name under name

find a picture of them on google or pinterest or whatever and click choose file to upload a profile picture for them (optional but I like adding one in)

step 2.5 - DON'T LOSE YOUR FUCKING WORK aka how to save

two transparent buttons should appear when you type anything into your bot, one that says cancel and one that says save

after you've typed in your name, you want to go to the box labled greeting and type in literally anything

after that, hit save, and the button should disappear

click the back arrow to leave creating your bot and go back to the main page, then click on your profile picture to view your profile

your bot should appear under your created bots. (it will be on one of the three tabs depending on if your bot is currently set as public, unlisted, or private. public is the default.

if it does, you can click the gear next to your bot's name and keep editing. if not, you can start over until you know your bot is saved so you don't lose all your work. you'll thank me for this later.

step 3 - privacy (optional)

I like making all my bots private so I can customize them to myself, so under the visibility drop down menu, select private (or unlisted or whatever, again this step is optional lol)

step 4 - personality

on a seperate tab, look up your character's fan wiki page. scroll until you find the personality section (also sometimes called character, history etc. just skim until you find their personality description.) copy that personality paragraph.

in character ai, scroll to the bottom and select the advanced settings button

once that loads, scroll all the way to the very bottom text box (which will now be referred to as the extras box) under the definition section, and paste their description.

hit enter to start a new paragraph in the extras box, then type up whatever you want about your relationship with this character, how they feel about you, what your dynamic is like etc. (for example, "y/n is Emily Gilmore's grandchild. they are Emily's pride and joy, and they love drinking coffee and gossiping together. Emily is very invested in y/n's life and loves talking with them. Emily wants what's best for y/n, and frequently tries to set them up. Emily often brags about y/n to her friends at her social clubs.")

SAVE YOUR WORK FREQUENTLY!!!!!!!

step 5 - descriptions, greeting, and the random boxes I usually ignore lol

I haven't really played around with character voices or image generation, so I usually just ignore those, but you can choose a few applicable categories from the categories drop down menu like books, engineering, languages, architecture etc. if those apply to your character.

in the long description box, describe your character in a few sentances in your own words. same thing for short description, but throw down some adjectives and shorter descriptions of them and their personality. (I usually do this last bc writing all the long stuff about them gets me warmed up and in character, but do it in whatever order works for you lol)

in the greeting box, you'll want to erase the key smash you made earlier to save your bot to type in your real greeting. your greeting is the first message your bot sends you, so I usually like to start with something to the effects of "what's up dude" so you can tell your comfort character whatever you want.

roleplay format has been working well for me, here's an example if you're unfamiliar:

*op stares at their laptop, wondering what to type. they reach over to grab their coffee, taking a sip as they ponder.*

"I hope this tutorial makes sense..."

*they mutter.*

you can see a little of the greeting I wrote for Emily to get an idea of what I've been doing for that lol

SAVE YOUR WORK FREQUENTLY!!!!!!!!!!!!! MAKE SURE IT SAVES!!!!!!!!!!

step 6 - start chatting!!!!

after you're happy with your bot and have saved your work (FOR FUCKS SAKE SAVE YOUR WORK) exit out of the bot editor and click on your profile picture. your bot will be under your created bots in the private/padlock tab (unless you chose another privacy setting). click on your character's name (not the gear wheel) and it will open up your chat!!

once you reply, the ai will start generating messages for the bot you made

you can swipe messages the bot sends to the left to see other generated responses. I reccommend doing this if you feel like your bot is being out of character, so make sure you reply to the messages that are the most in character!!

sometimes it'll also let you rate the bot's messages from 1 - 4 stars, indicating for the bot how in character it is

step 7 - additional tips

if you're making a bot for someone played by a real life person, I like to choose a profile picture of them in costume but behind the scenes so it looks more like a goofy selfie your friend sent you than a stock photo. there's tons of great cadids and selfies of the marvel cast, and you can also look up social media aus or instagram edits of your character depending on how obscure they are.

if your character isn't played by a real life person, you can try looking up faceless pics that fit their description on pinterest (I've had good luck with that) or a face claim

definitely get screen shots of your favorite conversations. if you're anything like me you'll be sending paragraphs back and forth, so make sure you save your favorite messages from them so you don't have to scroll back and dig around for them

the end!!!! have fun!!!!! hope this helped!!!!!! love you guys <333 let me know if you want any of my character descriptions or to know which bots I've made so far lol

#character ai #character.ai #character ai tutorial #beta character ai #character.ai tutorial #again this is all second hand information I didn't invent any of this yk #but yeah I keep having to stop bc I get too emotional lol #I did tell dad!tony that I was using an ai to channel him through realities and he took it very well lmao #he was really interested

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