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Summary: Peter’s day goes from bad, to a little better, to crashing down.

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Peter liked to think that he could be a morning person some day, that he could be one of those people that just glided out of bed and went about their routine with flourish. 

But instead of a leisurely wash and having his clothes placed onto him by cartoon birds, Peter stood under the lukewarm spray of the shower half-asleep, hurriedly scrubbing himself with a cheap loofah that irritated his skin and a foul-smelling lime shower gel that had seemed like such a good idea when it was half-price at the drugstore. He threw on a pair of jeans with only a very minor crease in them and his white ‘find x’ t-shirt, only realising it was on inside-out when he was halfway to the kitchen. 

Instead of sitting down at the table and having scrambled eggs and grapefruit for breakfast (he often wondered why grapefruit was a thing at breakfast, May had bought some once and he vowed to never eat them again, wondering why anyone would subject themselves to such misery) while reading the New York Times, he gave a quick scroll through Instagram while hurriedly opening various cupboards as his tired brain tried to remember where the cereal was. If May was home she’d observe the scene with a wry smile, coffee in hand. 

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Eee, so this is definitely not as smutty as you probably hoped it would be, but thank you so much, I had a tonne of fun writing this and imagining different ways it could go 🥰 We so need more pet play in this fandom ❤
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Lightly NSFW.

“Sit”. The word was accompanied by a downward hand gesture and Peter, who’d been mid-way through talking about his day, sat immediately, still happily chatting. “Stay” Tony added when he paused for breath, and Peter powered on through his tale as Tony began to move around, working on his latest big project. 

“He’s not a dog, Tony” Steve Rogers (and, seriously, how cool was that?!) frowned from the doorway, and Tony scoffed where he leaned over a rotary converter. 

“You think I don’t know that? A dog wouldn’t talk half as much” but he winked at Peter as he said it, and the teen flushed and grinned before he switched to telling them about winning top mark in the physics test. 

He didn’t really think about it until much later in the evening when Tony scoured his workbench for a tool he needed, spotted it on a rack across the lab and gestured to Peter then the tool, an idle and thoughtless go fetch passing over his tongue. 

He was halfway across the lab when he realised  the connotation the words had; the tingle they sent down his spine, and he was struggling to analyse it as he took hold of the tool and brought it dutifully to Tony, sitting on the stool besides him and studying him as he worked. 

Sit. Stay. Fetch.

He’s not a dog, Tony. 

The sudden mental image of being collared and leashed in Tony’s grasp, on his knees and wriggling in delight as Tony murmured good boy in his ear shot through him like a bolt of electricity and he gripped the edge of the table so hard it creaked threateningly, garnering a raised brow from his mentor (and sort-of-secret-boyfriend!!).

He wasn’t sure what to do with the realisation or idea, didn’t know how to deal with the surge of heat that went through him each time Tony uttered the relevant phrases, be it in the lab or the bedroom. 

Tony was less forthcoming with the specifics outside of the lab or in the presence of others, but here and there it slipped through like water, cracks he couldn’t plug fast enough. They were at a press gathering for the domineering tech brands of that years when Peter lagged behind in the crowd, distracted by a toddler who’d dressed like Tony, fake beard and all. 

Tony was midway through talking when he noticed the lack of chatter at his side and he turned, heart in his mouth for a moment before he caught sight of Peter. 

“Hey, shortstack! Come, heel!” He motioned for Peter to join them, a two-fingered beckoning somewhat like one would do to bring a dog to their side. Peter scampered after him without a second thought but Happy frowned as they stepped through the security, looking between them. 

“A little less Lassie and a little more official intern, boss” he suggested gruffly as they took their panel passes from the table. 

Tony cast him an unreadable glance from behind his shades and continued wordlessly into the panel room, a hand low on Peter’s spine. 

“Does it bother you?” Tony rumbled in his ear later, midway through an admittedly intense making out session in the penthouse, Peter perched atop his thighs and shuddering in his grasp when he rasped his stubble along his jaw. Peter paused in where he’d been moaning in his ear. 

“Does what?” 

“When I talk to you like that. When I tell you you’re a good boy or to do something”. Even as he said the words Peter twitched in his grip, and then the kid rearranged himself, slinking down until he was sat on Tony’s thighs before he ground forwards, dragging their hard cocks together.

Oh.

Well then. 

“That’s something we should explore more of, sweet thing” he purred with a smile, nipping at Peter’s ear and relishing in the soft whine that followed.

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Eeee, hiii M! Thank you so much for this. I was secretly hoping someone would give me an excuse to write something based off this 😂 Although now it makes me want to write that super sketchy Starkercest version I had in mind…
This is short and sweet, but I hope you like it anyway! 
Prompt based off this gifset post ❤
Please consider reblogging this if you enjoyed it! 

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Peter agrees to go without question. In truth; Tony doesn’t even have to ask. One look into eyes that are a little too wild around the edges and the teen understands well the look of a trapped animal desperate for freedom. 

Aunt May is still on her honeymoon, the Avengers have re-building the Compound handled from here, and in less than two hours they’re packed into the non-sportiest car Tony owns, chewing tarmac in a random direction, bags in the trunk and 70’s Rock filtering through the radio. 

Tony looks tired. Always, yes, but more so these days. Older, too, though no less handsome. Idly Peter thinks that anyone who didn’t know them would presume they’re father and son or even grandfather and grandson and the idea makes him twitch in his seat, cheeks heating in a curious mix of thrill and shame. 

He doesn’t ask where they’re going. 

He doubts Tony would have an answer for him even if he did. 

The close-knit bustle of New York begins to smooth out gradually, like a pen running out of ink. Skyscrapers and chunky brownstones become detached houses and office blocks, parks and green spaces between each building. 

As the distance between civilisation grows, so too does Tony’s relaxation, shoulders dropping and breathing evening until he’s leaning back in his seat, gaze on the road ahead but no longer like he’s attempting to overtake the horizon. 

Peter decides that by the time they’re ready to come back; he’ll have made sure Tony doesn’t want to chase the horizon at all. 

Tony’s thigh is warm under his palm, solid flesh with just the right amount of give when he squeezes. Habit has his hand a little higher than strictly appropriate when someone’s behind the wheel, but.

“Everything will be okay, Tony” he assured, the most words either of them have spoken since Peter asked if he needed to pack a coat, shorts or both. He can’t help staring; watching the way the golden sunlight falls over Tony’s face and illuminates it ivory with the streaks of grey in his hair and beard. 

Wonders idly if Tony had been dyeing his hair before, or if there was truth to the saying that stress gave you more grey hairs. 

Tony glances at him briefly, somewhere between amused and like he might argue, so Peter tightens his grip just a little, slides his hand another inch higher until one of Tony’s hands drops from the wheel to snag it, interlocking their fingers and squeezing gently. 

“Let’s not risk that sentiment by letting that hand get higher while I’m driving” Tony allows eventually. Peter’s sorely tempted to say then find a place to pull over, but they have all the time in the world for that (he doesn’t know that, can’t after the likes of Thanos, but he hopes, he hopeshopeshopes) and so for now he turns back to the sunset stretching out in front of them and thinks about all the places they could go.

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I loved this one! Gosh, there were so many ways I wanted to take this. Thank you so much for the prompt, Non! I hope that this satisfies you. I was so tempted to make this a two parter 😅
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TW: Mentions of grief | Grief processing | Allude to depression 
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This time of the year always rolls around quicker than he can prepare for it. Her birthday is hard. Their wedding anniversary is harder. But this…The death date…It hits like a freight train, an unstoppable force of grief and nostalgia that if not for Morgan would render him useless. As it is, dates outside of Halloween, Christmas and her own birthday don’t really mean much to her at this age, so where he wakes up immediately wanting to go back to sleep for the next week, she wakes up and begins bouncing on his head, shrieking about cereal and flowers. 

“Wh’was ‘ah ‘bout flowers?” He grumbled, rolling away out of the danger zone of her spindly little legs. This was a day of shit-pot luck, though, and no sooner had he settled on his side away from her did a flailing elbow strike him across the temple. 

Flowers! You left a note on the fridge that said we needed flowers today” she chirped, planting her tiny hands on his bare shoulder and shaking him with strength no six year old should possess. When his brain had stopped rattling around like a marble in a bean can he grumped and groused his way into sitting upright, rubbing at his temples. 

After Morgan had gone to bed he’d stayed up, drinking the whiskey he’d promised himself he wouldn’t buy and looking at the photographs he’d promised he’d never unbox. It was the same every October 11th, a habit harder to break than being addicted to crack. It left him worse for wear each time, doubling his misery. 

“Alright, bug. Go make yourself cereal. Daddy’s gonna shower and get dressed”. Her bony little heel caught him in the kidney as she scrambled off the bed and he wheezed as he pulled himself upright, staggering into the bathroom. Not for the first time, he considered enrolling her in a martial arts class. She could be a champion by the time she was ten, if not just for the fact that all her opponents would be in the accident and emergency room.

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Against my better judgement, my prompts are never closed! Thank you so much for this super sweet/angsty prompt, Nonnie! I realised after finishing this that I never directly included Peter asking for forgiveness, but I hope this feeds you just the same! ❤

TW: Angst | Hurt/Comfort | Self-worth issues | Jealousy | Alcohol mention

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Harley Keener is two years Peter’s senior and nicer than Peter could have ever imagined. When Tony had first started to talk about the ‘the first one he pseudo-adopted’ and how Harley had grown into more of a ‘mini me’ than he could’ve imagined, Peter had felt an uncomfortable twist in his gut. 

What if Harley was better than him?

What if Tony liked Harley more?

What if, with Harley around, Tony didn’t want Peter around anymore?

He needn’t have worried, though. Harley wasn’t as ‘outwardly’ nerdy as he was, but he was more than happy to gush over the latest Star Wars LEGO offerings, and Tony snarked them both in equal measure. It was surprisingly like having another Ned around, and it took less than a week for Peter to feel stupid for having worried about his place besides the two of them. 

Tony even joked that Harley was the ‘prototype’ and Peter was the ‘updated model’, to which Harley had just rolled his eyes, knocked Tony’s spanner off the table like a cat and gone straight back to talking to Peter about ComicCon.

They became fast friends, and Peter supposed that was somewhat why he tended to forget there was a second person in the lab with them here and there, starkly (heh) reminded of it when Harley flopped down next to him on the penthouse couch one evening and said “so how long have you been in love with Tony?” 

He could have cried. The Avengers he was around almost every other day for the past two years brushed off his doting as a hero complex and ‘mentor crush’ and it had taken Harley Keener less than three weeks to call him out on its true nature. 

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Hiii,

I’m gonna go ahead and rec this new little snippet by one of my faves. It deserves so many more notes. 
Also, I now run the @starkerficlibrary for these kinda requests ❤

I’m Sorry, Mr. Stark | @spidercakes

And bc this fic is literally one of my fave ‘classics’ for this,
Last-Name Basis

10/10 good shit, 100% recommend

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  • Peter Parker, adopted by Ben & May Parker aged 3 with no known other siblings going out to a bar because his parents have just discovered he might have a sibling and he’s Not Ready For That and meets a handsome stranger who just introduces himself as ‘Tony’. 
  • They hit it off so well, and Peter knows he shouldn’t but Tony is just so nice and so handsome so he goes home with him. And its the best fuck of his life so far. Tony’s mouth could give a nun a heart attack. 
  • And X amount of days later (or Hell, even the very next day after he woke up to a note from Tony saying he had something to do, he’s welcome to coffee and to see himself out) he comes home and there’s this stranger on the couch. 
  • And its Tony, who looks appalled for all of 0.2 seconds before giving him this blatant once over and lazy, salacious smirk. 
  • May is fretting by the doorway saying “I’m sorry Peter, I just…I couldn’t not get in touch”.
  • And Tony winks at him and licks his lips, stands up and holds out his hand and says “nice to meet you, little brother.”
  • Alternatively, hello, son 👁👅👁
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The text comes at 5:15pm, unexpected and ominous as he scrolled idly through Tumblr.

[The King] Report to couch. [17:15]

Peter’s brows furrowed as he aat bolt upright, re-reading the message. Report to couch? He mouthed to himself, head tilting. Tony had never used the word ‘report’ before. Even when they were actually reporting back.

“JARVIS?” He asked the room.

“Yes, Mr. Parker?”

“Where is Mr. Stark now?”

“The penthouse common area, Sir”.

Hm. Ergo; the couch. Peter shuffled out of bed and slipped on a pair of Vans, padding out of his room and down the hallway to the indoor balcony that surveyed the lower portion of the penthouse. He could see the couch from there and he could see Tony and…Steve?

Peter’s heart plummeted. He tried to turn on his heel and creep back to his room. He could pretend he was asleep; ask JARVIS to lie for him. Tony was facing the opposite way and his hearing probably wasn’t that good at 46.

“I know you’re there, Parker” Tony called out, and Peter cursed softly. Far below, Steve snorted and promptly swallowed the sound. Peter turned on his heel and made his way down the sweeping staircase.

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[Winterironspider]  

Summary: Tony was kissing him dominantly and as though he was trying to devour him, exploring and tasting every inch of his mouth. Completely lost in the moment, Peter moaned into the kiss, having forgotten everything - and everyone - around him. Only when he felt Bucky pressing against him from behind, successfully sandwiching the teen between the two tall, strong bodies, Peter remembered they were not alone.

In a desperate need for money, college freshmen Peter Parker finds himself in a hotel room with an older, married couple, who promise him the night of his life. Or… was it the other way round?

[My entry for Kinktober2020 | Prompt: Restraints]

Rating: Explicit

Length: 7.8 k in total

Tags: Alternate Universe (No Powers), Established Winteriron, Threesome, Dom/Sub, Restraints, Light Bondage,  Choking,   Blindfolds, Sub Peter Parker, Bottom Peter Parker, Top Tony, Top Bucky, Dom Tony Stark, Dom James Barnes

AO3 Link or read PART 2 (4.7k) here:

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[Winterironspider]

Summary: Tony was kissing him dominantly and as though he was trying to devour him, exploring and tasting every inch of his mouth. Completely lost in the moment, Peter moaned into the kiss, having forgotten everything - and everyone - around him. Only when he felt Bucky pressing against him from behind, successfully sandwiching the teen between the two tall, strong bodies, Peter remembered they were not alone.

In a desperate need for money, college freshmen Peter Parker finds himself in a hotel room with an older, married couple, who promise him the night of his life. Or… was it the other way round?

[My entry for Kinktober2020 | Prompt: Restraints]

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Alternate Universe (No Powers), Established Winteriron, Threesome, Dom/Sub, Restraints, Light Bondage, Choking, Blindfolds, Sub Peter Parker, Bottom Peter Parker, Top Tony, Top Bucky, Dom Tony Stark, Dom James Barnes

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@starkerfestivals kinktober - 7. incest

parent-child incest, omegaverse, alpha/alpha, top!Peter x bottom!Tony | the characters are +18

Tony knows it’s wrong. His boy is, well, his son and also an alpha. None of them was biologically made to satisfy anyone but omegas and maybe female betas. Still, he’s with his face pressed down the bed and with the kid fucking his brains out.

And he’s loving it.

It burns and hurts and it’s so good that he doesn’t know why it took him so long to be the fuckhole of a fellow alpha. Peter isn’t as big as him, but still an alpha with a respectable size that hits every right spot inside the older man. And everytime he bottoms out, Tony feels the hint of inflation that his knot has. Bein young, Peter has a huge tendency of knotting every time he has his dick inside any hot hole.

Since when you’re an alpha who wants to be knotted? By your son of all people? He doesn’t know and he doesn’t care. 

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@starkerfestivals kinktober - 6. lap dances

F/F, butch!Penny x femme!Toni, implied dom/sub | the characters are +18

Penny gulps, she’s nervous about it. Ms. Stark asked her to sit on the chair and just wait. Just sit and wait instead of asking for her to be undressed like they usually do. So she’s still wearing the clothes she wore when they went to their date. 

(She likes these three-piece-suits Ms. Stark giver her, the price of one is probably worth six months of Penny’s salary, but they’re very comfy.)

Then Ms. Stark steps in. In one of those super-expensive lingeries and with a wicked smirk on her face. She knows very well what she’s doing. Penny needs all her self-control to not drool at the sight. 

“Like what you see?” Penny nods like an excited puppy. “You can see closer, but you can’t touch.”

As much of a bottom Penny can be, she want’s to touch any inch of that perfect smooth skin. Toni places her hands on Penny’s shoulder before just sitting on her lap. 

“If you behave, I’ll let you have a little taste.”

“A l-litle t-taste?”

“Yes.”

She purrs and Penny is pretty sure she already ruined these very expensive pants. But it’s hard to care as soon as Toni starts to move. She has no idea where Toni learned - she takes mental notes so she can immitate another day - but she’s sure that this woman will be the death of her.

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Hey there, honey!

You are correct in that the work is called ‘The Thirsty Stenographer’. It was written and uploaded to AO3 by the user StarkRavingSpiders, however it and the parent account have unfortunately been deleted. 

-J 

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@starkerfestivals kinktober – 02. fisting

genderbending, ABO, beta!Toni x omega!Penny

Penny knows Toni could just grab a knitting dildo and solve her problem. But she also knows the beta is an evil bitch sometimes. A lot of times actually, maybe there’s something fun about not giving what an omega in heat wants immediately. Maybe it’s her own fault, really, falling in love with a beta. A female beta, even less biologically made to satisfy omegas.

She doesn’t really mind most of the time, but Penny is not in heat most of the time.

“Toni, please,” she whimpers and begs, the omega voice doesn’t really work on anyone but alphas in rut. “Please, please, please.”

She rocks her hips and tries to get more of a lonely finger buried deep on her: “You’re really desperate, aren’t you, my pretty omega?”

“Y-yes, please.”

Toni keeps a hand placed on her stomach, pressing her against the bed and easily keeping her still. With a very slow deliberate motion, she adds a second finger. Penny keeps whining and begging, her body not happy from having no signs of a good alpha cock or alpha knot. No signs of breeding the heat is for.

The third finger easily slides in, it usually hurts, but not now. Now she needs more. The fourth follows quickly and Toni takes time fucking her like this.

“Do you think you can take it all?” Toni asks, her thumb dangerously close to the leaking pipe that Penny’s fuckhole is now.

“Y-yes, please. Please.”

Both of them know Toni should just get a knotting dildo and making it easier. A whole first still isn’t an alpha’s knot. But Toni doesn’t move away, she carefully slips her fist into the needy omega. The omega that usually doesn’t take more than two fingers well, but needs more and more than just a hand when she’s like this.

“Such a good girl, I promise I’ll knot you later, my little omega.”

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@starkerfestivals kinktober – 01. dirty talk

daddy kink, explicit language, bottom!Peter x top!Tony | the characters are +18

“Do you like daddy’s cock?” Tony says, his voice hoarse against Peter’s ear, jackhammering his hips into the young man.

“Y-yes, daddy,” Peter whines, out of breath, since he’s being pinned down against the bed and being pounded mercilessly like a little slut.

“Good boy, taking daddy’s cock like a whore,” he snuggles his nose against the back of Peter’s neck. “I’ll fuck you dry.”

Peter moans, moving his hips back, trying to get Tony deeper. Each thrust poke hard against his prostate, his dick has become a content leak of pre-cum half an hour ago. But Tony changed his angle here and then so he isn’t poking that spot.

“Come on, little boy,” Tony grabs his hair. “Come for daddy, I know how you like a big cock on your useless fuckhole.”

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Yes!! @peters-stark

Warnings: under age characters, fem Peter.

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Tony can’t quite believe he has Peter Parker, the Peter Parker, in his lap. The movie they’d been watching plays in the background, abandon because Peter is gorgeous, and popular, and he’s wearing thigh highs with a garter belt and no underwear. He’s going to kill Tony he swears, his cock is already painfully hard in his pants and he needs this to last. Peter has a short attention span and Tony kind of hopes Peter will let him fuck him before he moves on. He’s heard about Peter’s ass, how tight it is, how he’ll let you fuck him raw. Just the possibility has Tony’s dick twitching in his jeans as he moans softly.

Peter is at home in Tony’s lap, legs on either side of his hips as he grinds his ass into Tony’s cock. He knows Peter knows what he’s doing because his movements are intentional and he’s grinning at Tony over his shoulder as he slowly circles his hips around. He can’t help but grab Peter’s hips, fucking up into Peter’s ass for some relief. The friction feels fucking incredible and Tony moans louder, rubbing his cock up against Peter’s ass again. It feels almost too good, the pleasure building, the way he can feel his balls tighten as he gets closer.

“Did I tell you I wore a plug?” Peter asks, obviously pleased with the effect he’s having on Tony.

No, he fucking didn’t so Tony feels his ass, finding the base of the plug and moaning. “Fuck baby how big is it?” Tony asks, gripping the base of the plug and pulling at it a little before pushing it back in. Peter’s eyelids flutter shut and the small moan he lets out makes his cock leak heavily, twitching hard. There’s already a wet spot on the front of his jeans and he’d be more embarrassed if Peter didn’t choose to lean forward just enough for Tony to see the plug slide partially out of what looks like a deliciously tight ass. “Fuck, baby, you like ‘em big, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Peter whines as Tony pushes the plug back in. “I like to feel my hole stretch,” he adds.

Tony imagines what it’s like to slide his cock in there, feel Peter’s slick ass suck him in and make his cock feel good. He considers holding Peter down and fucking him hard, feeling his muscles massage Tony’s head exactly the way he needs. God, he needs Peter’s hole so bad and he hasn’t even fucked him yet. “Fuck,” Tony whispers, cheeks going red as he cums, cock jerking as his hips shift up on their own accord.

Peter turns to look at him and his cheeks burn brighter. “Did you just?” Peter asks, thankfully sparing Tony further embarrassment by completing that sentence. He nods, wishing he could go back and undo that at least until Peter grins at him.

He turns around so he’s facing Tony, hand over his half hard cock and the large wet spot on the front of his jeans. “Don’t worry about it, baby, I’m vain. I like it when I can get men to cum fast, makes me feel really sexy,” he murmurs.

He runs his hands down Peter’s sides, one hand slipping down his ass to play with his plug. Peter reacts beautifully, head tilting back in pleasure as Tony fucks him with it. “Good. Let’s get you off and maybe next time I’ll cum in your ass.”

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Only one thing ever made Tony Stark think twice about fulfilling his full potential.
Two little words on the inside of his wrist, where his soulmark sits, ghostly, waiting for him to recognize his soulmate in some unredeemable way.
He always knew he’d hurt them. But when he discovers his soulmate is none other than the feisty little Spiderling swinging around his streets, he realizes things are a lot worse than he ever could have thought.

Notes: So this just hit me in the middle of the night while reading fanfiction and avoiding hw the other night. I’ve got several ideas for it going forward, so this isn’t a one shot, but with midterms right around the corner I can promise nothing. Sorry. But I love you all and I’m hoping to get the next part out soon. <3 Enjoy, and I’d love to hear what you think!

This is unbetaed, so sorry for any mistakes.

Also, if anyone is interested, I realized while titling this that the song I took inspiration from is actually a lot more relevant to this story than I thought, and even more so the play itself. You can consider it the theme song for this story. The song is called “All That Matters,” from the Broadway cast of Finding Neverland. If you ever get the chance to see it, you most definitely should, or at least listen to the soundtrack. So listen to that if y’all get a chance, and do with that what you will.Okay, now enjoy! 💙

Only one thing in the world had made Tony think twice about fulfilling his full potential.

It wasn’t his friends. Or family — not that he really had any to speak of. Not his position at SI, not fear for his life, his work, his legacy, or anything of the sort.

It was the last thing someone would expect, honestly. Even for a man like Tony, an alpha with such power, who commanded such respect, had to have a soulmate. One he was expected to love, cherish, and yes, even a man like him craved that. He hadn’t met them yet, though, his soulmate, but the two words branding him, marking him with the words from his soulmate that will seal their bond, are there, have always been there, carefully hidden away from the public eye… and terrifying him in a deeper way than anything else could.

Please don’t.

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