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babybatscreationsv2 · 16 days
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Nobody knows huh?
Hilarious question for anyone who knows my writing better than I do
Have I written a tailor!Peter fic and where is it?
Please help
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babybatscreationsv2 · 16 days
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Hilarious question for anyone who knows my writing better than I do
Have I written a tailor!Peter fic and where is it?
Please help
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babybatscreationsv2 · 19 days
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Thank you! That actually looks fairly legit, I'll look into it
I do gig work on the weekends to get by, but it costs so much gas to make deliveries that it's barely worth it
And yes, I am still waiting on Stripe. I'm gonna email them on Monday and ask if there's anything they need from me still or what. Otherwise, I'm gonna ask them to refund everything. This is so ridiculous
But in good news, I have a job lined up but it might be as long as a month before I can start. I'm probably gonna cry when they put me on the schedule
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babybatscreationsv2 · 19 days
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Bats I’ve got a somewhat-specific prompt for you, if you’re up for it:
-Starker. Dark non-con situation. Maybe mafia or kidnapping or whatever floats your boat.
-But it’s established relationship so the non-con has been going on for a while
-Peter is used to resisting /fighting back but today for the first time he doesn’t. In fact he actually asks Tony to slap/spank/hit/hurt him mid-fuck because it’s the only way Peter can get off anymore
-Tony mocks him mercilessly for this
It's finally done 🥰
Peter's back hit the bed hard forcing a gasp from his lips. Tony's weight dropped on top of him, pushing him down into the mattress. Those dark eyes staring down at him made his heart race. A hand wrapped around his wrist, squeezing, pinning him down, while Tony kissed the side of his neck and kneed apart Peter's thighs. Peter whined, a high and pathetic sound, while he squirmed weakly beneath him.
"Are you tired today, sweetheart?" Tony's voice was mocking and amused. "You're barely putting up a fight."
Peter squeezed his eyes shut. He tried to make himself move, but it felt so good. Tony's grip was crushing his wrist leaving a bruise that would last a week. His thigh was pressing too hard into his groin and the hickies he sucked into his neck were far from what anyone could call a 'love' bite. And he loved it. And he hated himself for loving it. Because this wasn't the first time Tony had taken advantage of him, but was the first time he'd given in.
Tears welled in his eyes and shame burned in his belly. He closed his eyes to hide from it all and Tony slapped him for it.
"Look at me, baby. You know the rules. You're gonna watch me violate you."
Peter stared up at him, mouth hanging open. He shivered at the way Tony grinned at him. That cruel smile made him so hard. It wasn't fair. He'd been brainwashed into it, it wasn't his fault.
Peter whimpered as Tony pushed his cock inside, always raw because he liked to watch the cum drip out of him. He was too practiced at taking cock. It didn't hurt like it used to. It almost turned him off. Then Tony hit him again, sighing blissfully as the tears rolled down his cheeks. Peter shivered in pleasure. Embarrassment curled under his skin with the way his legs spread without thought, like he was encouraging him.
"Who's my pretty little toy," Tony purred. He pushed in deeper and deeper. He almost seemed to pout when Peter only whimpered. "Where's all that mouth today? Don't tell me you've given up."
"No..." Peter's voice came out meek and terrified, but not for the reason he would have preferred.
"Doesn't matter. We're not really here for your feelings."
He always fucked him too hard, like he wanted every movement to hurt him and it did. But it only made Peter's cock throb and his pleasure build. It wasn't enough though. Desperation grew as Tony fucked him, hard and then slow, always dragging it out just to watch him cry. But Peter wasn't crying from the pain today.
"Please," he breathed.
"There you go, sweetheart," Tony cooed. "Let it out."
Peter sobbed. "Please... hit me," he said.
Tony paused. Dread gnawed at Peter's stomach. "What did you just say?"
"No..." Peter squeaked. Tony grabbed his jaw and forced him to meet his eye.
"Say that again," he said firmly.
"Please hit me," Peter whispered.
Tony's lips curled into a smile. "Is that why you're so quiet? I knew you were a slut. All this time you were just faking it weren't you?"
"No, I wasn't!" Tony slapped him and Peter gasped. He looked up at him, silent and horny and terrified.
"You can't lie to me anymore, sweetheart." Tony held him by the throat, slowly rolling his hips, pushing his cock in too deep, making Peter whine. "You like being abused don't you? That's fucked up, Peter."
"No..." Peter whined.
Tony only laughed and hit him again. Peter melted. He was in a haze, totally useless, couldn't do anything but moan while Tony hurt him. Fucking him however hard he wanted to, slapping his face, even punching him once. Peter just moaned, cock aching and hard against his belly. Tony wouldn't let him touch himself.
"If you like it when I hurt you so much, then you cum just like this can't you?" Tony said.
Peter cried and Tony pulled his hands away from his face, holding him down, leaning down and biting his neck. He tried to hold back, grasping that last thread of dignity, but it snapped. And he came from the pain as much as the humiliation of it all.
Tony kept fucking him through it even as he laughed against his skin. When Peter felt him cum, he relaxed thinking finally it was over, he was done. Tony would leave him alone now to cry in peace.
Instead Tony looked him in the eye and Peter found something cruel gleaming there. Then Tony wrapped a hand around Peter's cock and started to stroke him.
Peter whimpered and tried to push his hands away and was slapped again for it. Tony only moved his hand faster. Tony pinned him down as he squirmed.
"You're getting hard again, baby," Tony teased.
"No- no! Please it hurts-" Peter choked on air as he gasped. "Please stop!" He cried. He tried to escape the hand pinning him down. It never stopped being painful, but as Tony kept stroking him he felt another orgasm building. His voice rose with it, screaming now, terrified. And he had every reason to be because when he came the pain that hit before the pleasure was unbearable and then he was floating on an orgasm better than he'd ever known.
Tony let go of his cock and laughed, truly laughed. "Look at you. You're fucking broken, baby.”
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babybatscreationsv2 · 25 days
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On Call
Marvel | Starker
Peter works nights as an EMT and he's seen a lot of things, but Tony Stark is something new. Ever since he was dragged out of that fire and into Peter's arms he just hasn't been able to get him off of his mind. Despite that Peter's pretty sure that Tony is into some shady stuff.
Rating: Explicit
For H <3
Warnings and tags below
Warnings/tags: Mafia au, blood, violence, murder, emotional trauma, alcoholism
Peter watched the fire spread across the upper windows of the townhouse. It burned fiercely across the upper floors and the kitchen. The living room hadn't yet been touched, creating an anxious arch of destruction. He bounced on his feet, waiting for the firefighters to start pulling people out. The minute one emerged carrying an unconscious man, Peter bounded into action. The man was laid on a gurney and loaded into the ambulance.
"He's breathing. No sign of burns," Peter commented to his partner.
"Pulse ox is low," Ned added as he checked his vitals, but Peter was already prepared with oxygen.
"I've got him. If he's not burned, there's someone else inside for sure," Peter said. "Fire like that doesn't just happen."
Ned nodded and jumped out the back to help the next one. Peter kept checking on the patient. He looked good all things considered. The only injury he found were a couple of bloody knuckles. He held one hand in both of his, looking it over. Those knuckles were pretty calloused. As if they were used to being broken and bloody. Was there a fight before the fire started?
The man woke up coughing, choking on the smoke in his lungs. He grabbed the mask from his face and ripped it off before Peter could stop him.
"Woah, easy- you're safe! You're okay," Peter soothed.
The man looked at him with wild eyes. "What the-" his words were cut short by more coughing. Then his eyes seemed to focus on his environment. He settled against the gurney and put the mask back against his face.
"That's it." Peter patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll get everyone else out."
The man scoffed, almost laughing, but he said nothing. He startled when Ned climbed back inside, but he relaxed again when he saw his face.
"MJ's crew has the other one," he said to Peter. "Sir, were there only two of you inside?" he asked the man.
He pulled the mask away from his face. "Is he alive?"
"I need you to answer the question," Peter said gently. He shivered when those dark eyes flicked back his way. The man nodded and settled again.
"Good. We should be clear to head out soon," Ned said. He made his way up to the driver's seat.
"Don't worry. Your friend is in good hands."
A smirk played on his lips that made Peter shudder.
"I'm Tony," the man offered his hand. He was staring almost too intensely.
"Peter." He shook his hand.
"Accidents don't happen to people like me, Peter. I'm grateful you made it here in time."
"Thank your neighbors for calling."
Tony grinned. "If only they'd mind their business." He put the mask back on as the engine started and the ambulance moved out onto the road. The siren blared overhead. Peter watched the man in the gurney for signs of distress, but if anything he seemed peaceful. He held the mask against his face as if he couldn't bear the straps around his head, but at least he kept it on. Peter had argued with plenty of patients about this before. Tony's words rolled around in his mind.
The police would ask later if he'd noticed anything odd or if Tony had said anything and wasn't sure how to respond when they did. A statement like that could have been a confession as much as it could have been dark humor.
The siren stopped and they parked at the emergency room doors. Ned and Peter helped Tony out. A nurse led them through the halls into a prepared room. As he helped Tony transfer into the hospital bed with a hand on his arm and an arm around his back, he felt the man lean into him. When he looked up his face was a little too close. He turned his eyes away, blushing, but he thought he saw the man smirk.
"You're a good guy, Peter," Tony said, as he settled in. He brushed off the nurse who flitted around to take his vitals.
"What about me?" Ned joked, but Tony ignored him. His eyes were only for Peter.
"Stay that way," he said with a wink.
All Peter could think to say was "Yes, sir."
The incident lingered in his mind for a while, but as busy days came it finally drifted from his thoughts. Only to come rushing back as he sat in the back of an ambulance, stitching together a stab wound. His sleeves were soaked with blood and he was pretty sure some had slipped into his gloves at the wrist.
"We can't keep meeting like this," Tony grinned with bloody teeth. There was blood everywhere. Not all of it his. In fact, Peter was pretty sure the only blood that was his was the stuff pouring out of his gut.
"How do you get yourself into these situations, Tony?" Peter kept his eyes on his work, but he could see the man watching him from the corner of his eye.
"Don't you worry your pretty head about it," he said. He sighed and laid his head down. "You're pretty good with your hands."
Peter laughed. "You sound a bit delirious. How are you feeling?"
"Eh, I've been better. Maybe you can help me out with that."
"I'm happy to help." Peter finished the stitching and gently cleaned the skin once more. It was pretty neat for an emergency job. He spared a glance at Tony as he finished up.
"You sure I can't start the truck?" Ned called from the front.
"How about you go keep watch if you're so antsy?" Tony yelled back.
Ned stepped outside muttering under his breath, "Keep watch?"
Tony turned his attention back to Peter. "Come with me when we're done. We'll go get breakfast."
Peter laughed again. "I think that's the blood loss talking, Mr. Stark. But I'm glad my work is appreciated."
"I mean it, Peter." His voice was so serious that Peter turned his gaze from his clean up to the man's face. "Anything you need, just ask. I'd be dead twice over if it wasn't for you."
"I-" Peter blushed. "I'm not the only one here you know. Someone else could have patched you up."
"Someone else would have given a more damning statement."
Peter turned away. He was right. He hadn't told the police everything Tony said after the fire. He wasn't sure why. He supposed he just didn't want to be involved. And the other guy survived. Mostly. He passed a week later in the hospital, but surely if Tony meant to kill him he would have died in the fire right?
"I think you know exactly what I'm capable of," Tony spoke softly. "And I think you know you could use someone like me on your side. Don't be afraid to ask, sweetheart."
After a moment, Peter turned back around. He put on a professional smile. "Thank you, sir. You're very kind. Let's just get you to the hospital."
"No more hospitals," Tony groaned, already sitting himself up.
"Whoa, hey! Yes, hospital," Peter put a hand on his shoulder to push him back down. He was surprised to find how easy it was. "You lost way too much blood."
"Not this time," he sighed. "Thanks for the help, I'm sure you boys know where to send the bill." He pushed himself up again. This time Peter helped him to stand. Watching the man sway on his feet made him nervous.
"Please, Tony. Let me get you some help."
"You're all the help I need, sweetheart." He grinned. "Don't worry. I've got someone to drive me home."
"Just promise you'll go to the hospital if you aren't feeling any better by the morning."
"Not happening, Pete."
"Fine," Peter sighed. "Give me your phone."
Tony blinked at the order. Then after a pause he pulled a cell phone from his jacket. He unlocked it and handed it over, watching with eyes that were much too curious.
Peter typed his name and number into the contacts. His thumb hovered for a moment, curious about the dozen text messages in the notification bar but he locked it and handed it back.
"There. If you won't go to the hospital, please just call me. I'm not a doctor, but I'm better than nothing."
"Yeah you are," Tony grinned.
The sound of tires crunching as a car slowed down on the street found them. Peter peeked out the door. "I guess that's your guy?"
Tony looked out beside him. "That's my guy," he confirmed. He patted Peter's shoulder. "Get out of here before the other guys show up."
Peter climbed out the back to help Tony down. "What other guys?"
"The ones who won't give a shit that you were just doing your job."
Dread piled on to the already growing pit in his stomach. Yeah, he knew the sort of things Tony got up to. He didn't have to be told. He watched his friend load Tony into the passenger's seat and pulled out onto the road. Then he finally let Ned start the truck and get them away from the crime scene. The police could deal with whoever was in the car that pulled in after them.
Peter kept his phone within arm's reach at all times. A few days passed without him receiving the call he was waiting for. To say he was disappointed would be an understatement. Sure, Tony was obviously a criminal and probably a murderer, but he was so interesting. And besides, Peter's life was far from sunshine and rainbows. He didn't mind a bit of darkness in a man. But that was probably the trauma talking.
After three days of no calls, Peter went home tired and grumpy. He tiptoed through the front door and quietly took off his shoes. The light from the TV flickered. An ad for prostate medication played.
He went to the kitchen to reheat some old take-out that was about a day away from becoming questionable. A spoonful of too hot fried rice was in his mouth when his uncle called his name.
"Peter! Out late again?"
Peter swallowed. He took a deep breath, eyes closed in silent meditation. "I'm working nights now, remember?"
"Are you getting smart with me? Do you know who the hell pays the bills around here?"
Peter bit his tongue to keep quiet, because yes he did know. Because everything but the apartment was billed to his account. Because he switched to the night shift because it paid two dollars more an hour. Because that extra two dollars was the reason they had anything in the fridge besides beer.
He took his food and crossed through the living room.
"Where are you going? I'm talking to you- fucking spoiled disrespectful- you're lucky May's not here to see this shit-" Ben rambled, never finishing even one of his half drunken thoughts.
Peter closed the bedroom door and locked it. He swallowed down the urge to soak in his misery and went to the desk instead. Medical books mocked him with failed dreams of becoming a doctor. EMT training was cheaper. It meant less time in school. He could get a real job faster. No more all day classes and all night working the convenience store counter. He just wished Ben hadn't lost his mind when May died. He wished she were here to see him trying to help people the way she always did. Despite what Ben said, Peter thought she would be proud.
He shoveled in his food until the container was empty then he dropped it on the floor next to an overflowing trash can from all the other nights Ben had come at him this week. Peter dropped into bed and checked his phone one last time before falling into a dreamless sleep.
Peter woke at noon to a car alarm down on the street. He groaned and covered his head. He didn't dare look out the window. Then he heard gunshots.
Groaning once again, Peter dragged himself out of bed. He pulled on some fresh pants and looked outside, still hooking the button. There was a body on the ground. Sighing, Peter grabbed a jacket, his phone, his emergency kit and left his room.
"Where the fuck are you running off to now? Lazy piece of shit- can't even look after your own home- you too fucking good for it with your fucking medical degree-"
Peter slammed the apartment door and jogged to the stairs. There was the sound of glass smashing behind him. Not the first time Ben threw a bottle at him. Hopefully this time he remembered it was there before he stepped in it.
He ran down to the street. At the door, he peeked out, crouching low. He hadn't heard any gun shots in a while. Still, he kept his head down as he jogged across the street. The man laying on the sidewalk was still. His skin was cold. He wasn't breathing. Peter sighed. Another senseless death.
"Help..." a groan came from the alley nearby. A man was sitting on the ground, back to the wall. His hand was pressed tightly against his abdomen, covered in blood. Peter to him and crouched at his side.
"Are you hurt anywhere else?" He pulled his phone from his pocket, already punching in the numbers. Then someone took the phone from his hand.
"He'll be alright," a voice said coldly over his shoulder.
Peter looked up. "Tony? What's going on?"
It all happened faster than he could blink. Tony raised the gun in his hand, a gun Peter hadn't even noticed. He aimed it at the man's head. Then he fired. Gore exploded onto the wall. Bloody flecks hit Peter's side. In shock, he wiped the blood from his cheek.
"What..." he gasped. He couldn't process what he'd seen. Then Tony grabbed him by the arm and hauled him to his feet. He dragged him down the alley.
Peter looked back at the body. At the man he'd meant to save. Behind them followed two more armed men.
"Tony," he tried again to find his voice. "What's going on?"
"I got somebody who needs your help."
"That man-"
"He's nobody, sweetheart. This is more important."
"But..." Peter shuddered. That had happened. It did. It happened. He'd watched Tony kill someone. He should have been screaming for help, but he was paralyzed and if he were being honest, he liked Tony enough to give him the benefit of the doubt even now.
He let Tony pull him along and out onto another street. Another armed man stood by a car with tinted windows. Tony barked at him to open the door and all but shoved Peter inside.
Laying across the seat was a man with curly dark hair piled on top of his head in a bun. He was in a similar state to the man Tony had killed. Blood covered his stomach, his hands, one of his legs.
"Hey," the man smiled. "You are real pretty, aren't you?"
Tony leaned in the door. "Can you fix him up?"
"I don't know. I can try." Peter opened up his bag and started pulling out supplies. "I suppose this is a 'no hospitals' situation?"
"Always."
"Got you to go once."
"I was delirious. You got everything you need or what?"
"It's not ideal, but as long as it's not worse than it looks I think I can handle it."
"Perfect. We'll keep watch. You're on a timer, kid."
"What?"
"Well I don't think you can stitch him up in a speeding car so let me know when he's ready to move."
Tony closed the door, leaving him alone with the bleeding man. He gave Peter a little wave and a grin.
"I'm Bucky."
"Peter," he answered. He would be stunned if this wasn't exactly the way Tony behaved while Peter patched him up. Were all of his friends like this?
Bucky hissed and groaned while Peter put him back together, but he was an overall well behaved patient. There were so many scars on his skin when Peter wiped away the blood. He was clearly no stranger to bullet holes and stab wounds. As a matter of fact, he was pretty sure his left arm was a really wall made prosthetic. The guy was a human pin cushion.
He pulled out three bullets and stitched up the holes. The guy looked pale by the time he was done. Peter took a deep breath before he spoke.
"Listen. I don't know exactly what the deal is here, but you've lost a lot of blood-"
"No hospitals, kid. If I need blood that bad, we'll figure something out."
"What happened when Tony went to the hospital?"
Bucky scoffed. "Too many cops. Too many questions. And Toomes's boys showed up just as we were dragging the guy out of there. He could have been killed."
Maybe it was overstepping a little, but either this guy didn't know how little Peter knew or he just liked the sound of his own voice. "He probably shouldn't have set a man on fire if he didn't want to spend time in the hospital."
Bucky laughed. "He had it coming. It was impressive how long the bitch made it. Scrawny little guy, ya know? We almost thought he was gonna survive."
There must have been something on Peter's face, shock, horror, or maybe disgust, because shut his mouth then. Then he narrowed his eyes. "You a cop?"
"What? No-"
"They why are you fishing?"
Peter put his hands up innocently. "I was just curious. Tony doesn't talk much."
"He doesn't talk for a reason. And you know what they say about curiosity." Bucky huffed. He looked him over before seeming to settle on what to say next. "Tony really likes you, kid. But don't think he won't dump you in the harbor if you become a problem."
Peter's stomach dropped. Of course that's how it was. He could have guessed if he'd thought about it. Tony was dangerous, he'd known that from day one. And yet, he was offended by the idea that Tony would think about hurting him. It was silly wasn't it? To think a guy who would shoot a dying man in the head in broad daylight would be gentle with him.
The door opened behind him and Peter jumped. Light poured in. He hadn't even realized how much the window tint blocked out.
"How's he lookin'?" Tony asked.
"He'll be fine." Peter turned and stepped out of the car. He grabbed his bag, now stained with blood and slung it over his shoulder. "Keep him hydrated. I gotta get ready for work."
He brushed past Tony, that knot still hard in his stomach. A hand grabbed his shoulder and he turned around.
Tony's eyes were so big and brown. "Thanks," he said.
Peter softened. "Anytime."
He took the long way home to avoid the crime scene Tony had left behind. Though as he stood outside his apartment he realized he didn't have it in him to walk past his uncle for a few more hours of sleep. So he walked to the rescue station. Things were quiet enough to grab a nap before his shift.
Peter found himself checking out the window for Tony every now and then as days passed. He still hadn't gotten calls or texts. Maybe Tony didn't like him that much after all. Maybe all the adrenaline made him flirty. He'd thought he'd done his best to put it all out of his mind when he got a call from a blocked number.
"Peter? Is this Peter?" a frantic voice said as soon as he answered. He barely had time to be disappointed that it wasn't him.
"That's me. Who-"
"You the EMT that looks after Tony?"
"I guess so. It's kinda-"
"I'm texting you an address. Get here quick." The caller hung up. Within seconds there was a text containing an address and a blood type. Peter's first thought was 'why the hell is this man always bleeding out?' his second was 'how the fuck am I gonna get blood?'.
That wasn't something they just kept at the station, but there was always some at the hospital and he was pretty sure he knew where they put the stuff that was due to be tossed. No one would notice it was missing. The only problem was, he didn't exactly have a car. Did he take a cooler full of blood onto the subway or ask Ned for a favor and hope he didn't ask too many questions?
"So what's all the blood for?" Ned asked not thirty minutes later.
Peter kept his eyes on the GPS. "Friend of mine?"
"A vampire friend?" Ned teased.
Peter sighed. "I almost wish."
"This about that guy who's super weird and doesn't like me for some reason?"
"What? Tony totally likes you!"
"I don't know about that guy, Peter."
"All I know is that he's hurt and he needs help."
"So he should have called 911 like a normal person."
"I don't think he's a normal person, Ned. He's like-" he stopped himself. "Let's talk about this later actually."
It was an uncomfortably silent ride from then on. The address Peter was given led them to a part of the city Peter had never even seen before. They pulled into the driveway and were stopped by a massive gate. It opened after only a second or two and they carried on. Ned gave Peter a look and all he could do was grimace. At the end of the drive was a house that was incomprehensibly massive. A car was parked, crooked, near the front. As if someone had pulled up in a hurry.
Peter jumped out as Ned stopped the truck. He carried his bag up the steps, noting the dried blood in his path. Someone opened the door for him as he reached it.
"You the guy?" the grumpy looking man on the other side asked.
"I'm Peter," he answered. "Where's Tony?"
"He's this way," the guy turned to lead him through the house. "Who's that guy?"
"He's Ned. He's with me."
"This isn't a plus one situation. Ned stays in the foyer."
Peter looked back at a confused looking Ned. A couple of Tony's armed friends looked very concerned about following this guy's orders. He gave Ned an apologetic smile before he hurried along.
"I thought I'd taken care of it, but he just keeps losing blood," the man said. "I can't tell what's wrong with him. I swear he's delirious. Thought he was gonna shoot me."
"What? Seriously?"
The man huffed. "That's Tony for ya. He likes to point his gun at things that annoy him. He's a good guy though." He pushed open a door and there was Tony.
He was propped up against the pillows in bed. His skin was way too pale. There was blood on the blankets, the pillows, the carpet.
"Holy shit. What happened?" He rushed to Tony's side. His hands were on him, checking him over before the man even spoke.
"I knew you'd come." Tony grinned. "I'm fine. Don't let Happy worry you too much."
"You look awful."
"I've had worse than a bullet in the arm. I'll live."
"Yeah, that's why you're ice cold," Peter scolded. He helped Tony sit up and found his back bloody. It ran from his shoulder. "You pulled your stitches."
"Thought that might be it," Tony laughed.
"See, I told you. Should have let me fix it."
"If you come near me I'll shoot you." Tony pointed a finger.
Happy threw his hands up in annoyance. "Fine, let your little twink do it. Don't ask me for shit, Stark." He stomped away, but he lingered in the doorway. "Just shout if you need something, kid."
"You bet," Peter answered, but he was distracted with Tony's injury.
The room was quiet for a moment as Peter fixed the mess that was Tony's shoulder. He needed more than stitches at this point, but he knew better than to mention a hospital.
"I'm sorry about the other day," Tony said quietly.
"It's not your fault your friend got shot."
"I meant the other guy."
"Right." He hadn't forgotten, but he'd done a good job of not thinking about it.
"You must see a lot if that didn't send you running.”
"Gotta say that was a first for me."
"So why are you here?"
Peter hesitated. He focused on his work for a minute. "Maybe there's something wrong with me."
Tony laughed gently. "You? You run yourself ragged looking after everyone else. Yeah, there probably is."
Peter laughed. "Fine. I'm crazy."
"I hope there's more to it than that."
Peter swallowed. He hid his smile behind Tony's back. "Should there be?" He snipped off the end of the stitching and reached for a bandage, but he gasped when Tony grabbed him. He pulled him in front of him where he could look him in the eye. Then his eyes wandered and Peter's heart sped up. For a long moment, Tony's gaze lingered on his mouth.
"We should finish up," Peter whispered. Dark eyes met his. And then Tony pulled him down to him. When their lips met, Peter melted, but Tony went rigid like he wanted to pull him in closer, take hold of more of him. He took the weight off of him, leaning with his hand into the bed instead, but Tony only pulled him back in. He worried for his shoulder, but Tony wasn't complaining. At least not for a long minute when finally the pain made him grit his teeth.
"Let me help you," Peter breathed against his lips. Tony slowly loosened his grip.
They were quiet. Peter found a bottle of pain meds on the nightstand and Tony swallowed two with argument. Peter finished cleaning him up then looked at the cooler of blood wondering just how necessary it was. They would have everything on the truck to get him hooked up.
"I'm fine, Pete." Peter looked at him, sitting in his bloody sheets.
"We really should clean all that up."
"It's my own blood, it won't kill me."
"Yeah well..." Peter took a look around the room. "I can't just leave you like that. Gotta make sure you're okay. Maybe I'll just crash on the couch."
"Most of the bed's still clean," Tony said. He gestured to the other half of the bed that hadn't bloodied up.
Peter blushed and then he kicked himself for even thinking it. "Well..." he chewed his lip. "Just to keep an eye on you."
"Of course," Tony agreed, but he looked excited.
"For medical reasons."
"Exactly." Tony nodded his agreement.
"Let me just uh... text my ride." Peter turned away and took out his phone. He frantically explained to Ned that he should leave a few things in case of emergency before heading home. Then he silenced his phone to ignore the seven million questions he knew were coming.
He settled into the bed next to Tony. The space looked so much wider from where he had been standing. They were practically touching. He should move over, give the guy some space, avoid laying in the blood puddle and all.
Then he looked at Tony. "Tony... I meant it. I'm just staying to look after you."
"Mhm." He nodded. "You know what's really great for pain relief?"
"Tony..." Peter tried to sound scolding but it was difficult when he wanted to laugh.
"If you make me come to you. I'm gonna pull my stitches again. The choice is yours."
Peter laughed. "I guess I don't have a choice if I want to take care of that arm." He moved in closer while Tony watched him with a grin.
"Atta boy."
Peter leaned in for a kiss. Something about Tony's recklessness only excited him when it should have made him wary. He leaned in closer, pushing Tony back until he was laying properly in the pillows again. Then he swung a leg over his waist. Tony's good hand rested on his hip, but it wandered down to his ass as they kissed.
He didn't mean for things to go further than that, but he couldn't stop himself from rubbing against Tony's hip. Tony groaned against his mouth.
"You'd better not be teasing me, sweetheart."
Peter rolled his hips more purposely. "Does it feel like I'm teasing?"
"Fuck," Tony moaned. He tipped his head back against the headboard. "Wish we could do this properly."
"I think we can manage." Peter reached a hand down between them and found Tony's cock, hard in his boxers. The man stared at him, open mouth, breathing heavily. Peter slipped down the bed, pulling back the blanket in his lap. Then he pulled down Tony's boxers.
He looked up at him as he slipped his cock into his mouth. Tony made a strangled sound before relaxing into the bed and letting Peter have his way. He could feel the way Tony struggled to be still. He felt powerful, holding the man at bay with nothing more than the threat of disappointing him if he pulled those stitches again.
Peter sucked him off while his hand slipped down between his own legs to take out his cock and touch himself.
"Fuck. Come up here, sweetheart. I gotta touch you."
"But your arm-"
"Come on, Pete," Tony pressured. Peter could see just how much he was holding back like he might pop at any second. He did as he was told and crawled back up to straddle Tony's hips. "That's so pretty, baby."
Tony's hand wrapped around his cock. Peter grabbed the headboard, gasping then whining, while Tony stroked him.
"Take your clothes off."
Peter jumped up from the bed at the order. For a moment he felt shy about being watched, but Tony looked so hungry for him as he stripped away layers of fabric. He watched his face as he dropped his clothes into a pile and climbed back onto the bed.
"Lube," Tony said. He pointed to the drawer beside the bed. Blushing red, Peter grabbed the handle and pulled the drawer open. There was a lot more than lube in there with instruments ranging from a vibrator to a glock. But he grabbed the lube and let Tony take it from his hand.
"Grab the headboard," Tony ordered. Peter obeyed, happy for the support when Tony's slick fingers went searching for his hole. He pushed a finger inside him and Peter gasped. He moaned, rocking against Tony's hand. Another finger pushed inside him and he moaned. He looked down and shivered to find Tony watching him.
"Please..." he breathed.
"Just making sure you're ready, sweetheart."
"I'm ready Tony, please."
Tony's fingers left him to slick up his cock instead. Then Peter was finally sinking down on Tony's cock, moaning as it filled him up. He kept his grip on the headboard while he rode him. Tony's hand slid up his thigh to find his cock.
"That's a good boy. That's perfect, baby," Tony encouraged.
Peter only panted and moaned, determined to make Tony cum before he did. He moved faster and slower, figuring out what Tony liked, watching for the way he moaned and his eyes darkened like he was thinking about flipping him over and finishing the job himself. Until finally the man was babbling an endless stream of mostly swears as he grew close.
"So fucking good baby," Tony groaned. "Feel so fucking good on my cock- you were made to ride me. I'm gonna fucking cum in your fucking hole- shit- is that what you want, sweetheart?"
"Yeah, Tony, cum in me," Peter answered.
"Fuck- that's a good fucking boy," Tony moaned. His hand slipped from Peter's cock to his hip, holding him tight while he came. Peter shivered, whimpering at the hot wet feeling. He stroked himself, nearly cumming until Tony pushed his hand away and finished him off himself. One of his hands slipped from the headboard to grab Tony's shoulder as he came, back arching and toes curling. And adding to the sticky mess that was Tony's entire body at this point.
He was in haze as he laid down beside him. He stared at Tony in disbelief of it all until the man kissed him and chased away his racing thoughts. They weren't exactly cuddling, but the look in Tony's eyes was so much more affectionate than he might have expected.
"You're an excellent nurse, Pete," he said. They both laughed. "However can I repay you for all of this, anyway?"
Peter waved his hand. "Don't worry about it."
"No, I'm serious. Whatever you need, just ask. Money, hired guns, you name it."
Peter snorted. "Guns? What, you wanna kill someone for me?"
"Just say the word, sweetheart."
Peter sighed. He looked up at the ceiling. Tony did have an awful lot of money. And power. What would he do if he had those things? "What I need is for my uncle to get help. Go to rehab or something. And I need a cheaper apartment."
"Done."
"Just like that, huh?" Peter looked back at Tony. He certainly didn't look like he was joking.
"Are you doubting me? I've got people. We'll get your uncle to a doctor and then you can move in here."
Peter laughed. "The sex was that good, huh?"
"I could use an in-home doctor." He shrugged and then winced. "Look how often you gotta save my ass. You'd be doing me a favor."
"You're serious?"
"I've never been more sure of anything."
"Alright." Peter laughed. "But ask me again in the morning so I'm sure this isn't the painkillers talking."
Tony laughed with him. "You got it, sweetheart.”
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babybatscreationsv2 · 25 days
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*cries because my prompt hasnt been posted yet*
Aw, does someone need attention?
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cries because my prompts havent been written yet
My love, you know I'm busy today
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babybatscreationsv2 · 29 days
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Tumblr says there's nothing at all that they can do. If I don't get a positive response from Stripe soon I guess I'll be asking for refunds 😮‍💨
I have officially contacted Tumblr support about the Stripe situation, god help me
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They are already selling data to midjourney, and it's very likely your work is already being used to train their models because you have to OPT OUT of this, not opt in. Very scummy of them to roll this out unannounced.
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babybatscreationsv2 · 29 days
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I have officially contacted Tumblr support about the Stripe situation, god help me
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babybatscreationsv2 · 1 month
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day one of pestering you until you write my prompts
*pesters*
Day one? I think you're off by a little bit
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you ever think about how 🖱️🎓🤸‍♀️🥏🐥🦄🩲👩🏻‍🚀🧞‍♀️〽️💵🛍️📇📍📐🏷️🍆🪃👨‍🦳
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babybatscreationsv2 · 1 month
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These bots are something else 👀
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babybatscreationsv2 · 1 month
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Still no updates from Stripe other than to tell me that they don't have any updates
Not really sure how this is even possible. There's a hundred other blogs with tips active, how am I always the one getting picked on?
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The Kissing Booth
Marvel | Peter/Tony/Steve/Bucky
Peter decides to host a kissing booth to raise money for Decathlon, but he definitely wasn't expecting to be so popular.
Rating: Teen
Peter stuffed his hands in his pockets, he cocked his hip to one side, and he prayed that he looked as cool as the actor he'd seen on the cover of GQ. Most people passed by the booth while visibly refusing to look his way. Others walked by and giggled at the idea of paying to kiss a random teenager. A woman even stopped to ask if he were old enough to be doing a thing like that and seemed only more appalled when he confirmed that he was eighteen.
The only kiss his kissing booth had gotten him so far was one from a cheerleader with bouncy blonde hair. He was pretty confident she'd only done it to tease him, but her lips were soft and covered in strawberry lip gloss so he wasn't complaining. Plus that was two dollars in the decathlon team’s nationals fund and they were getting a little desperate. Peter just hoped that Flash's cookie stand farther back into the fairground was doing better. He'd never been good at baking so he'd opted out. Now MJ stood behind him, playing the scowling chaperone to discourage unwanted tonguing. The school wouldn't approve the booth unless he agreed to keep the kissing innocent. "As if you're kissing your own mother," the principal said and then blanched when he realized that Peter didn't have one.
"How long do we stand here before we decide we've humiliated ourselves?" MJ asked.
"I'm not sure how this is a 'we' situation," Peter said. His eyes scanned over the crowd. Maybe he could get a pitty kiss if he could make eye contact with the right person.
MJ scoffed. "Because I believed in your stupid kissing booth idea. Not that you're not pretty, we're just living in the wrong decade."
"Nah, I think everyone's just shy. Maybe you should come show them how it's done to break the ice."
"Pass." MJ went back to her chair and sat down. Peter laughed quietly. If they could just make a few more bucks, he'd call it a success. He hadn't been expecting to fund the whole trip this way, but he at least thought he could lure in a few pranksters looking to peer pressure their friends into it.
He stared out at the crowd and caught sight of Tony Stark entering the fair along with his gang. They were already laughing and goofing off. Perfect targets. Peter licked his lips shiny and leaned against the side of the booth. He sent what he hoped was a flirty look in their direction. If he couldn't score a kiss from the biggest man whore in school, then he was a failure for sure.
His heart skipped a beat when Tony's eyes met his. The other boy grinned as he took in the booth. He elbowed his friends and the whole group came walking over.
"What do we have here?" Steve Rogers asked. Peter blushed as he looked between him and Tony. Then he spotted Bucky in the back. Three of the hottest guys ever were standing in front of him and sure they were probably about to make fun of him before running off to play, but the idea that they were standing at his kissing booth made his palms sweat.
"Kissing booth," Peter declared, trying to find his confidence when internally he was shaking. "I'm raising money for our nationals trip."
"You guys made it to nationals?" Steve whistled, impressed.
"Is it that surprising with Peter on the team?" Tony added.
Peter blushed. He couldn't tell if they were making fun of him or not, but they sounded so genuine. He cleared his throat. "Two bucks for a kiss if you guys are interested in showing your support."
Tony and Steve looked at each other and they looked at their friends. They all smiled and shrugged their shoulders. Peter wished he knew what secret they were all in on as Steve pulled out his wallet and took out a five dollar bill.
"Two seems a little low don't you think?" He grinned. Peter rubbed his sweaty palms against his thighs. Were they really doing this?
MJ jumped up to take her spot beside him. He grabbed the cash and dropped it into the collection box. "Chaste kisses only, people! No tongues!" she declared.
Peter leaned over the booth, eyes on Steve's handsome smile. He half expected the boy to smash a pie in his face, but instead he got gentle lips pressed against his own for 3- 4- 5 lingering seconds. When he pulled away, Peter's breath went with him. He blinked away the shock as Steve moved out of the way for the next boy in line.
Bucky Barnes slammed his cash down on the table top. "Keep the change, Jones," he announced as he pushed a ten dollar bill her way. He grabbed Peter by the collar, but he didn't break the rules when he pressed their lips together.
Peter wasn't sure what insane reality he'd fallen into where half the football team was willingly kissing him, and paying for it at that, but he never wanted to leave.
Bucky was followed by Rhodey, Sam, and Bruce who all over paid in fives and tens. Then finally there was Tony. Peter couldn't even pretend he hadn't been waiting for him. By the look on the boy's face he knew it, too.
"Got one left for me?" he asked. He was so suave as he leaned on his hands against the table.
Peter nodded, feeling breathless. He swallowed. "Always for you, Tony." Peter blushed as the words escaped, but Tony's laugh was fond.
Peter leaned across the booth to meet him. It was only a soft little kiss, but it made his whole body shiver down to his toes. Seconds passed, he held back in the impulse to moan, to part his lips, to ask for more. MJ cleared her throat and finally they separated.
When Tony stepped back, Peter realized that they had gathered quite the crowd. A long line was forming as everyone wanted to imitate the school's coolest seniors and get a kiss from Peter. Tony looked over his shoulder and smirked.
"Opps," he said with a laugh. "I'm not sure your mouth will survive that line."
Peter laughed with him. "At least we'll get to take our trip."
"How about this," Tony leaned over the booth to speak quietly. Peter's heart skipped at the intimacy of it. "How much for you to close the booth and come on a date with me instead?"
"I uh-" Peter felt his head spin for a second. His palms pressed against the table stop for stability. "Well, I don't know how much Flash made at his booth so I don't know exactly-"
"No problem. Have Mr. Harrington call my dad. He'll send a check."
"Are you sure?"
Tony offered Peter his arm. "Come on. I'll buy you a funnel cake."
Heart fluttering, Peter walked around the booth and took Tony's arm.
"Hey!" Steve cut in. "That's cheating, Tony."
"What?" the boy smirked. "It's not like I'm kidnapping him."
Bucky scowled behind Steve. "Not all of us can afford to buy the booth out, dickhead."
Tony shrugged. "Some of us are born winners, Barnes."
Peter gasped as Steve shoved him and he fell back against the booth. He backed out of the way as he processed what he was seeing. Tony and Steve, absolute best of friends since the sixth grade, were fighting over him. Meanwhile Bucky stood smirking while he held back Rhodey and the other boys looked unsure of who's side to be on.
"Stop it!" Peter screamed. He jumped into the fight, barely avoiding catching Steve's elbow in his ribs as he pushed his way into the middle. Bucky grabbed Steve and pulled him away before Peter could get hurt leaving Tony grinning as he leaned against the booth.
"Let's just all go," Peter suggested before Tony could say anything else to start more fighting.
"I think that's a great idea, Pete," Bucky agreed. He threw his arm around Peter's shoulders and steered him away from the booth. "Unless you jackasses are still measuring up?"
Steve huffed, but his eye roll was friend when Tony bumped his shoulder on the way past. He offered Peter his arm again and he took it with Bucky's arm still on his shoulder.
They walked through the fair in a row of four with the other boys following behind. Peter was anxious after the fight, but he noticed Steve slip his hand into Bucky's back pocket as they walked along and an idea came into his head. Maybe they could all do more than enjoy the fair. But maybe all of this kissing was making him over confident.
They stopped at the basketball hoops and Tony paid the carny. Peter laughed as his own ball hit the edge of the hoop and went flying into the net. They each got two tries and by the end of it, it was Bucky who handed Peter a chubby blue teddy bear that was half his size while Tony and Steve walked away with pocket sized plushies.
"Just for you, gorgeous." Bucky was smug as he handed the toy over. Peter grinned as he squeezed it in his arms. He was undeniably delighted even if he did feel a little bad watching Steve stuff his toy into his pocket while Tony handed his to a passing toddler.
"Don't worry about them," Bucky slung his arm over Peter's shoulder. The other two walked a few paces ahead as they shook off their embarrassment. "They have to learn to quit their bullshit sooner or later."
"I can't believe they're fighting over me."
"They'll get over it. They always do."
Peter looked at him. "Or are you just trying to steal me away for yourself?"
Bucky stopped them in the middle of the walkway. He put his hand gently under Peter's chin, staring deep into his eyes. Peter swallowed.
"Do you want me to?"
"I..." He blinked fog in his brain. "I was kinda hoping... well I was thinking..." He chewed his lip. Bucky waited for him to continue. "Well, you and Steve seem to be... and you know what people say about Tony... I thought..."
Bucky grinned. "It's okay, kitten. Tell me what's on your mind."
"What if I didn't have to choose? Maybe we could all just..." Peter blushed. "I just think we could all have a lot more fun if no one was fighting."
"I think you're as smart as you are pretty." Bucky leaned a little closer. He kissed him again, almost as innocently as he had before. Almost.
"What the hell are you doing back here?" Tony startled them both out of their little moment. Him and Steve stood in front of them now, but Peter couldn't tell exactly what they were thinking. They didn't look angry... Maybe this would be easier than he thought.
"Hey Stevie, that's our ride," Bucky said. He gestured down the path at the flying saucer ride before giving Peter a look.
"Oh, I don't like that one," he said. "You two should go. Me and Tony will wait by the duck pond."
"Perfect!" Bucky unwrapped himself from Peter and slung his arm over Steve's shoulders instead. Peter heard Steve protest, but he stopped quickly at something Bucky whispered to him.
Tony looked pleased as the two of them disappeared. "Just us then." He offered Peter his hand and they started to walk once again down the trodden dirt road.
Peter rolled the idea around in his head unsure of how to bring it up. Eventually he decided the best thing to do was to figure out how all of this even got started. "So what was all of that back at the booth?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"You got all of your friends to kiss me so you could take me on a date? And then that fight with Steve?"
Tony laughed. "Yeah alright... Me and Steve weren't sure which of us you're always staring at. We're always together, ya know? I made him go first so I didn't make a fool of myself, but then I saw how you looked at me even after all of that." He stopped abruptly. "I'm not crazy, right? You wanted to come with me."
"Yeah, of course. I'm so happy that you asked me. But I'm really happy that we're all here together."
Tony sighed. "I really like you, Peter."
"I like you too. And Steve and Bucky. And I mean... you guys are best friends. You share everything anyway..."
Tony looked at him for a moment. Then he smiled. "That's not the worst idea I've ever heard..."
"I'm pretty smart, remember? I do decathlon." He gave him a playful smile.
Tony pulled him in closer. "And they would be nothing without you."
They waited by the exit of the flying saucer ride. Tony's hand had slipped into his back pocket and Peter definitely wasn't complaining. When he spotted Steve and Bucky coming out, Steve's cheeks looked a little pink and the color only deepened as they reached the exit.
"You guys talked?" Bucky asked.
Peter grinned. "We sure did. How uh... your talk go?"
"Are you sure about this, Peter? You don't have to be afraid to play favorites. It's okay to just choose one of us," Steve said.
Peter stepped away from Tony to give Steve a soft kiss. "I want this. I don't want to choose and it looks like I don't have to."
Steve's face slowly shifted from a bewildered daze to an excited smile. "If you're sure."
"Definitely sure." Peter handed his teddy bear to Bucky. Then he hooked his arm through Steve's and pulled him along to hook his other arm in Tony's. He looked at Bucky who took his place with an arm around Steve and the bear under the other. "I think the Ferris wheel has room for four."
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babybatscreationsv2 · 1 month
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@vaguekiwi I have your prompt, it's on my list ❤️
If I reply to the ask, I'll end up losing it
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babybatscreationsv2 · 1 month
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I understand loving you’re partner but that’s a bit cringe IMO.
*your
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