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@pretty-bratty This seems familiar

Peter and Tony having an autumn themed photoshoot to announce their engagement

Autumn photoshoot for @starkerfestivals Flufftober

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Prince Peter sitting on Tony's lap on his throne, sending the royal court into a frenzy

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@pretty-bratty I think you're a genius, baby. Don't cut your hair then. Daddy will trim/style it on the trip like last summer.

This is SO starker coded😩

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part 2 of "chats I found on Pinterest and my mind immediately went like: "TNPT CODE"

(part one here)

~ mystisophia 🍒

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@pretty-bratty us in a few more weeks

This is SO starker coded😩

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Peter Canonically Being A Brat To Tony

(Bonus: Tony Brat Training Him)

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When the superior starts coughing up red petals in the same colour as the suit of the hero Spider-Man he realizes his admiration for the young man has morphed into something more. And that apparently extremis didn't remove all his emotions like he thought.

What he didn't know was across the city in a small apartment in queens a distressed Peter Parker had a tissue full of blood stained electric blue flowers and a dawning comprehension that his harmless flirting might not be so harmless

Hanahaki disease for @starkerfestivals Whumptober

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Monster Among Men

"I will not stop you if you wish to fall in love with a monster." The older man tenderly traced the back of his hand against the boy's cheek. The cool metal of his rings made the boy shiver; however, that didn't stop him from affectionately nuzzling into the hand that showed him such sweet attentiveness.

"I could never turn you away. I don't have the strength to say no to you. Nor do I want to." The man continued. "However, I will warn you. When I love, it is all consuming. I will love you with every fiber of my being." The dark haired man lifted the boy's chin. He held it between his thumb and index, radiating power and authority over the teen. Forcing him to look only into his eyes.

"That is a threat - so head me well. Once you surrender yourself to me, you will have no escape. Wherever you go, I will be there."

A soft gasp left the boy's parted lips. His eyes grew wide from the man's conviction.

"Wherever you hide, I will find you. If you wish to no longer love me, I will hold you prisoner in the deepest crevices of my being. I will chase you through every lifetime from here on out."

The teen whimpered quietly. His entire body grew weak and flushed as he listened. Listened as if his life depended on it. The man rubbed his thumb over the teen's bottom lip.

"I will bring down heaven and scatter the stars above to retrieve you. If you wish to love a monster, a villain, do not expect the chivalry and selflessness of a hero. Do not expect me to part ways if you tire of me. If you grow bored..." The man's eyes intensified.

"For I will attach my soul to yours. I will make us one. I will drink your blood and bury every part of myself inside you until I sprout from the marrow of your bones. There will never be a you or an I again. From hence forth, there shall only be we."

The older man let go of the boy and widened the distance between them. His voice, while less intimate, wasn't any less serious as he continued to speak. "Make your choice understanding the severity of your decision, Peter... Choose wisely." He advised.

"There is no turning back once you've invited a monster in."

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(I will admit this was originally a poem I wrote the other day for @pretty-bratty .I decided to tweak it and add some non-dialog to fit starker. Because I don't like wasting good monologs. I'm a villain like that.)

@starkerfestivals Bingo 2025

Theme: free space

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happy pride month to that creep and the 15 yr old he stalks

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𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞... 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝.

I fear nothing. And that alone is why you should fear me.

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"Will you walk into my parlor?" Said the spider to the fly.

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Vampire husbands Peter and Tony taking a romantic walk along a moonlit beach

@starkerfestivals Bingo 2025: Vampire au

card below

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Tony looked curiously at the younger boy. His eyes - intense and hungry. "Did you bring me a surprise, Buck?" The man hummed in appreciation, "you know me so well."

"This is my nephew, Peter." Bucky reluctantly replied.

"Peter..." Tony let the name drip from his mouth. It felt good. Fitted the boy well, and even more so, it fitted in Tony's mouth even better. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Peter." Tony kissed the boy's hand. "You're welcome to join us. Although, a business lunch might be boring." He smirked, "but if you're there, we could probably make it more interesting."

Bucky shifted in his spot. He knew better than to interject, but this was his nephew. Mary would kill him if she wasn't dead. He looked over to Peter to see him accepting Tony's arm.

"The pleasure is mine, Mr. Stark." Peter said guilingly. He quickly turned his head to Bucky and stuck out his tongue.

Bucky groaned and followed them to the dining room.

Prompt Idea:

Mob boss meeting the family of his top team. The families know that their relative works for a questionable person. But the family doesn't get involved. But know at some point they would have to meet the big boss.

So I was thinking...... Peter being the son/brother/spouse and it just blows the boss(es) mind. Peter is kind, so smart, total twink.

Maybe Peter could be a Lil bit more devious then what he appears.

End game is mob boss keeps Peter. And maybe that was Peter's goal?

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I've walked through the valley of the shadow of death, and instead of sweet&spicy Mr. Stark I found Superior Iron Man 👀

Is there something we should know?

Amen.

Welcome to the other side, child. I receive you.

You are obviously on the smarter cusp of your generation to understand how much more Superior has to offer you. Sure, other Starks in these multiverses have some benefits to them. I can respect that.

However, Superior can offer you hope, motivation, a firm guiding hand, and enough inspiration to fule a whore house. All you need to do is adhere to your overlord's demands and do not oppose him.

Said for that, enjoy your time here with me in Sodom and Gomorrah.

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If I am no good, then I will revel in being no good. I will make it my entire purpose in life to be no good. And I will live deliciously in the spiteful life I create for myself in being no good.

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| Happy Birthday, Mr. Stark |

Peter rummaged through his closet frantically, looking for something to wear. MJ scrolled her phone sitting on Peter's bed, not helping him despite saying she would.

"Em, not that I don't love your company, but I really need help here! It's Mr. Starks birthday, and he actually invited me to come! Me! So please!" He begged from the inside of his closet.

MJ rolled her eyes and huffed, getting up. "Pete. He invited you because you're a young, hot twink who also happens to be Spiderman who worships the ground he walks on. You could literally show up in anything, and he'd wrap his arm around you and say you look great."

"That's not helpful! I don't want him to see me as some hero worshipping twink!"

"What do you want then, Pete?" She asked him quizzically.

Peter stopped his rummaging and looked over to his friend. He was confused and then perplexed by the question. He never thought about it. He just wanted to be near Mr. Stark. Wanted to be useful and helpful and needed by the man. Wanted by him.

"Uh huh... well, that answers that" MJ tried to control her smirk.

"What! I didn't say anything!" Peter's face bloomed red.

"Exactly. Your face said it all. If you want him to want you more than he probably already does, wear something fitted. Like your spidey suit."

"I can't wear the suit to his party, can I?"

"I said 'like it', not it." MJ rolled her eyes. "Anyway, I'm gonna head out. Let me know how it goes."

"Wait!" Peter grabbed her arm. "What do you get a billionaire that can get anything he wants?" He asked in a serious tone and pleading eyes.

She wanted to laugh at how adorable and naive her friend was. "Pete. You give the man that could get anything he wants, something only you have... if you catch my drift." She winked before leaving.

Peter stood there for a minute and blinked before it hit him, and his face was cherry red. He yelled down the hallway after MJ, "I CAN'T GIVE HIM THAT!" She slammed the front door and left Peter to slump against his bed, embarrassed, aroused, and intimidated. "It's not like he'd even want that... right?"

(Tony indeed wanted it.)

Peter showed up Stark Tower promptly. Although his nerves made him a fashionable ten minutes late. But he was outside the building, so it technically counted.

"Okay. I got this. I'm Spiderman, after all. I took on Captain America. I'm just going to tell him happy birthday and that I'm his present if he wants me... Oh my god, Parker that sounds so fuckin corny. Real smooth. Ugh! Alright. Let's just wing it. Yeah. Spidey charm him."

He took a deep breath and fixed his collar, and headed up. He ended up wearing his 8th grade graduation outfit. A black button-up that was too loose on him before, and now it was almost too tight. But it accentuated his slim waist. The sleeve were too short, though, so he rolled them up as if it was part of the look he was going for. He wore the slacks that fourteen year old him tripped. Now, they were just long enough to cover his ankles. He just hoped his butt looked okay.

FRIDAY opened the elevator for him, and he could hear the music before the door even opened. It wasn't the classic rock he knew Tony usually listened to. It sounded more jazzy. Must be more of a formal get together then - Peter thought. He took another deep breath before exiting the carriage.

He didn't recognize anyone when he first disembarked, but he smiled politely at the strangers. Some stared at him questioningly, probably wondering why a child was at this sort of event. Peter started to wonder why as well. He was about to turn back and just leave, thinking to just leave a happy birthday voice message on Mr. Stark's phone. But then there was a hand on his shoulder that quickly lowered to his back.

"Just the little spider I was hoping to see." Mr. Stark hushed into Peter's ear so others wouldn't hear the nickname. He guided him to the other side of the room - it overlooked the skyline. "My view from the penthouse looks just like this. Only better because it's higher up. You should see it sometime." Mr. Stark mused. Peter still hasn't said a word to him yet. It's like he stole his breath by just placing his hand onto him.

Peter tried to ground himself, and then he shuffled slightly, so he was standing more in front of the man than beside him. "Happy birthday, Mr. Stark." Peter smiled up at him a big awkwardly, and his cheeks became dusted with pink.

Tony, in turn, smiled down at the boy. "Thank you, Peter. I deeply appreciate that. And that you came." The mans voice was gentle and slightly raspy. It inspired a deeper flush to grow on the kid's face.

"Of course I came! I wouldn't miss it!" Peter chirped. "I'm sorry I didn't bring anything. I wasn't sure what to get the man that could have anything he wanted with a snap of his fingers."

Peter looked almost ashamed, and Tony wouldn't stand for that. Sure, he already was a few drinks in, but surely not enough to cloud his judgment any further than it already was natural due to being a Stark. So the older man gently grabbed the boy's chin and held it in place so Peter had nowhere else to look other than at him.

"You being here is all I wanted from you, Petey. I don't want anything else from you except for your company. Understood?" Tony said firmly.

"So you don't want my body?" Peter asked, disappointingly. But he quickly came back to himself, and his eyes grew wide, and he tried to back away from the man. Tried to turn tail and hide, but he couldn't. "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark. I didn't mean that. I mean, I did, but it wasn't supposed to come out like that. I just! And MJ said! And oh my god, I'm just gonna stop talking now."

Tony's initial shock turned to confusion, and then he was just kind of happy. He couldn't wipe the smirk off his face. God, this kid was something else. He made him feel like a kid again with his teenage antics. Tony retracted his hand from the kid's personal space. "Pete, breathe kid. I would love to hear the rest of this train of thought of yours, but preferably where 200 people aren't watching our every move."

Peter's mouth turned into that perfect circle. He forced himself not to look around. "Go to the elevator, and FRIDAY will bring you up to penthouse. Just be a good boy and wait for me there. I'll be up in a few." It wouldn't be the first time Tony ditched his own party, and it definitely won't be the last. He just has to do a little thank you speech and distract the crowd until they forget about the scene he just caused.

"Yes, sir." Peter replied, still a little spooked. But he listened and parted ways. Tony was once again greeted by the perfect view of the cutest little ass he's ever seen. He watched until the doors closed, then he went to feed the animals.

It took longer than Peter expected but it gave him some time to relax a bit. Mr. Stark was right about the view. Peter knew this skyline like the back of his hand. Looked at it from the sky as he swung around. Or just memorized it from the tops of buildings.

"Most beautiful view on this planet." Mr. Stark's voice called out softly. Peter jumped. His spidey senses are completely useless when he's with Mr. Stark.

"Yeah. It really is." Peter agreed with the older man. Not realizing he was, in fact, talking about Peter being in his living room.

"Want something to drink, Petey? I got soda, water, milk, and whiskey. Unless you want me to make you a green smoothie? They're fantastic, really." Tony chuckled at the kid who was laughing at the joke.

"A soda is fine, Mr. Stark."

"Whiskey it is." Tony winked as he loosened his tie. "Sit. Stay a while... please." He added with a less playful and more longing look. Peter definitely wasn't planning on leaving, that's for sure. So he sat on the sofa, and the older man joined him after retrieving the drinks.

"A soda for the spiderling and a whiskey for the old man." Tony joked as he placed the glasses down. He joined the boy, never afraid to raid the kid's personal space he sat thigh to thigh with him.

"You're not old, Mr. Stark." Peter huffed. He means it, too. Or maybe he just doesn't mind the age gap?

"I am quite literally old enough to be your dad, kid." Tony says, although he's not sure why he wants to make the fact even more apparent. Ugh. Damn his need to be right. Peter just shrugs. Bless this kid. "That doesn't bother you?" Why are you instigating this, Stark?!

"No. Why would it?" Peter quips.

Seriously, bless him. Keep instigating this, Stark! "Hm. Alright. So, if I understand you correctly, and please correct me if I'm wrong - If I were to lean over and kiss you right now, you'd be perfectly okay with that?" Tony's eyes were sharp and analytical as he watched the boy.

"Your assumptions are correct. And I don't see what your age has to do with it anyway."

God. Fucking. Bless. This. Boy. Tony leaned closer. Peter gave all his attention to the man. "Tell me what you meant downstairs, Pete." His voice was low, almost a whisper. So much more intimate than even a minute ago.

Peter's body grew flushed and he was having trouble thinking clearly again. "I... I wanted to... give you a birthday present, Mr. Stark. Something important or unforgettable. Something that even a billionaire couldn't buy." Peter swallowed his saliva. It went down hard...

"And what could you give that a billionaire couldn't buy?" Tony knew but, fuck, he needed to hear the kid say it. He could feel Peter's breath panting on his face as he leaned in that much closer to him.

"Me. My body." Peter answered.

"And do you still want to give yourself to me as my birthday present, Pete?"

"...Yes, sir." Peter leaned the rest of the way until their lips met. Tony was devouring him, and Peter let him. When they broke for air, Peter panted a soft "happy birthday, Mr. Stark."

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SIM: You just earned yourself an IOU from me and a finder's fee, Buck... and as for you, kid, I could learn everything about you in a matter of seconds, but I'd much rather watch those pretty lips of yours move.

Hilarious inspiration by @winterspiderpurrs