#dark irondad

[revengewitch]

You like dark Iron Dad?

Maybe you also like the forced adoption trope?

Are you a sucker for overprotective Tony?

Do you like a good whump? :3 Then I invite you to my AO3 page~ ^.^

[digglesthedickerfly]

Marvel Irondad Spiderson:

So like, can someone write a fanfic based on the movie “Run” from Netflix and tag me? Like obsessive, over protective Tony with a dark side no one knows about.

Tony Stark desires to have a kid because he just feels so alone and he sees so many people so happy with them. He thought that maybe he could get some random women pregnant and do half time or something, but the baby comes and y’know, doesn’t make it, nore does the lady. One day on his walk he sees a kid walking hand in hand with a couple being swinged around happily. Tony sees the kid and instantly falls in love. He does whatever he can to get Peter and kidnaps him, did something to him so he doesn’t remember.

Years later, Tony keeps him locked away in the Tower, paparazzi not even knowing he exists some how. He only started school when he was 12/13 when middle school started. He meets his Uncle at the Delli and they become friends, he secretly gets his powers and watches his uncle die not knowing it was his Uncle. Ben thought Peter was like his nephew, just older and he was always friends with Ben’s Wife. You can also add Stephen as some wizard guy Peter ran into on patrol.

The Avengers only partially know Peter. Peter knows all the Avengers, just never actually talked to them since his Father told him they can’t go near him. One day, Bucky goes into the labs to look for Tony to help with his arm but find Peter instead. Peter happily helps out and they secretly become friends. Whenever his Dad is out, they watch movies and build LEGO’s while also some how convincing his friends and Bucky to hang out together at the movies and stuff. Bucky starts to get into unsolved cases because Peter and his friends play the game all the time and he starts searching through them because of his past, then he stumbles across a certain case from a few years back that makes him suspicious of Peter.

This case gets brought up to Peter’s friends and they all start to realise the resemblance and Peter’s weird relationship with Tony. Eventually Peter finds out and after showing him the proof, he eventually gets suspicious as well.

Peter one day acts a bit off around Tony because he was doing his daily research and messaging his friends about it and Tony gets a feeling his hiding something so he follows Peter. He catches him talking to Bucky about something they both apparently did the other day that was fun and loses it, blocking each other off and making sure they never see each other.

He makes sure Peter gets to school and is there to pick him up with out anyone noticing. He keeps tabs on where Bucky and Peter both are and the other Avengers to make sure they aren’t secretly chatting. Peter having at least some privacy, decides to sneak out as Spider-Man, his FFH suit, which of course his friends know he’s Spider-Man while his Father is in town one night. He gets out and quickly gets Ned to message Bucky and see if they wanna hang out and stuff with MJ. While in town, Tony sees Peter out with his friends and drags Peter home and locks him up.

He cuts him off from all devices and home schools him. A few days later, Peter sneaks off to keep searching and stumbles upon a file his Father had. He goes through it and finds stuff about a certain case. Turns out his friends were right and Peter starts getting all upset and freaks out not noticing a certain someone behind him.

Tony freaks and tries to convince him everything is okay and Peter can’t control his emotions and can barely talk. His whole body hurt from crying and hiccuping. Tony locks the tower up and Bucky knew something was up so saved Peter with Peter lightly helping in the background so his “Father” doesn’t know.

Basically Peter and Bucky run away with the slight help of his friends and Stephen. Tony can’t do anything because the public will know and get suspicious, plus Peter might say something and it will all be over. Peter doesn’t say anything because it’s not like he has any family to go to except for May and he doesn’t want to be a burden and live with her because money is tight, while the government would make sure he doesn’t get to see the Winter Soldier. He explains the situation to her and he visits quite frequently.

The End.

[badmcuposts]

HEY DARK IRONDAD FANS

if you havent checked out tom’s pre-mcu movie “edge of winter”, i would whole heartedly suggest it!!! it’s actually a really good movie all around, but it truly shines with the super dramatic moments

heres my favorite spoiler-free scene, to give you an idea

[logicalarachnid]

Devoted | Chapter 1 | Parksborn & Irondad Fic

[Link in the title]

Summary:

Peter Barnes is an unorthodox omega by many standards, but like most omegas, he enjoyed the finer things in life. What he wanted, he got. It is as simple as that. The world owed him that much. Even his family was unorthodox: adopted alpha-pair parents, a beloved teacher, and his ward Miles and his girlfriend Gwen.

He had witnessed many naive souls claim to have fallen in love with him in the past, but none were more determined in this belief than Harry Osborn. They met at university, although Peter could not remember how, and that is the point because, for him, it was an insignificant moment, but for Osborn, it was the day his outlook on life changed. The man is obsessed and has been adamant about his affections ever since.

It would be flattering if not so concerning and pitiful. Luckily, Peter had everything under control. That is, until his birth parents discover him and try to force their way into his life. His father, famous surgeon Tony Stark, is particularly keen to reconnect—too keen. And in a turn of events, Peter must work together with Harry to expose the biggest predator in NYC—Norman Osborn, Harry's father and mayor of the city.

So, after a sucsessful poll, I was able to come to a decision about Harry's a/b/o dynamic, and continued writing up the first chapter which is now available to read! Thank you for waiting patiently. I didn't mean for the chapter to be 10,420 words but eh, happy reading.

I would like to credit @midnight-raven as their 'Dark IronDad & Dark SpiderSon Prompt: Prodigal Son AU' inspired me to create this fic. I will admit that I haven't seen the show, as it isn't available to me. But for the past few weeks, I have been obsessed with the interesting dynamic between Malcom and Martin (as many others are).

My fic will be an a/b/o fic (no mpreg or traditional dynamics), the main relationship will be Peter Parker/Harry Osborn, and it will have dark irondad.

Here is the link to the poll post for more infomation about the dynamic between Harry and Peter.

Harry doesn't appear in this chapter, but he is mentioned. We meet Pepper and Tony to Peter's dismay. This chapter is the beginning of where the plot can take off in the next chapter. I won't spoil too much but Tony and Pepper's pesistence to be part of his life again will push Peter to connect with Harry.

I'm not completely happy with how this chapter came out, but its the paving stone for the good stuff to come. Parksborn, it's parksborn, haha. The start of it at least, this won't be a slow burn, but let's just say this...Peter is gonna make Harry work to have a proper chance with him. We love a character who knows what he wants and makes his man work for it, haha.

I hope that you enjoy this first chapter :)

[fotibrit]

need more stories where peter is angry and tony tries to do the “punch me, it’ll make you feel better” thing but. Tony does not understand. He doesn’t. Peter says no, and tony tries to bait peter into punching him. Peter tells him to get in the suit. Tony says “it’s all the way in the workshop. i’m here. just punch me”

and peter punches a wall, or something nearby, and it fucking crumbles. to dust. Gone.

And peter, who is LIVID at this point. just looks at tony. “you sure i should punch you?”

And that’s the first time tony’s ever been scared of peter

[peter-parker-pictures]

TW: Dark humor.(But isn't my whole blog?)

✨Holiday addition✨

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Tony: Are you excited for Christmas?

Peter: Fuck yeah,

Peter: Cause if things keep going the way they are I'm hanging a lot more than Christmas ornaments.

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Tony: Hey underoos, are you prepared for a New Years' kiss?

Peter: Yeah I've got a couple things in mind.

Tony: Things-?

Peter: A train...

Tony: Oh-

Peter: A telephone pole at 90 mph...

Tony: Kid, that's kinda-

Peter: A bus...

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Peter: One more minor inconvenience and Santa won't be the only fat fuck flying off the roof this year.

Tony: Where the fuck do you come up with this stuff-

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Would you ever write hardcore bad guy Villain!Tony with zero redemption but also make it Irondad? lol

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh. I have *done* that!! It was like a while back. 2019? I'd not been in the fandom for very long. But my husband wanted a dark!irondad and spiderson AU. I think he didn't believe I would write it... I don't *love* it. Mostly I don't like the POV... But it was a very interesting fic to write.

Finding Spider-man 

Spider-man seems to have lost his mind and is roaming New York causing chaos. Clint Barton is sent to track him down and get a handle on him. With the help of Tony Stark, a search ensues.

[willowbot2000]

Dark Irondad Spiderson Fanfiction Ideas

Peter Parker doesn’t know Tony Stark and is instead a homeless/foster kid with daddy issues.  When he gets bit by the spider he uses his powers to stalk Tony and his family secretly.  All the dad things Tony does for Morgan, Peter wishes Tony would do for him.  The fic ends with Peter getting arrested or put into a mental institution after Tony finds out.

Aunt May dies but instead of Tony being allowed to adopt Peter, Peter is sent to a random foster home.  After Peter’s new gaurdians find out about his and Tony’s relationship, they aren’t very happy about it.  They end up putting a restraining order against Tony that he can’t fight against, when Peter goes to see him without their permission.  Just overall sad.

Peter and Tony both survive the snap and instead of Natasha and Clint being sent to get the soul stone it’s them.  Basically a fic of each of them trying to save the other but of course one of them dies and the other survives.

Peter starts abusing substances and goes crazy, while Tony is stuck trying to fix his kid who doesn’t want help.

Either Peter or Tony go through some kind of torture/brain washing that makes them attack the other.

Aunt May dies and Peter stays with Tony immediatly after the events of cival war.  Tony slowly devolves into a raging alcoholic and Peter is stuck fending for himself.

(Sorry if some of these are too dark.  I decided to switch things up a bit since I usually like to focus on the fluffier softer side of Irondad Spiderson fanfictions)

[midnight-raven]

Are You Insane Like Me?

Dark IronDad & SpiderSon Prompt: Prodigal Son AU

"Peter, I want you to remember something. You're my son.... and we are the same."

Peter Parker is a gifted prodigy when it comes to understanding the criminal mind.

Everyday, Peter consults as a profiler for the NYPD to catch killers and solve crimes. However, Peter is also haunted by his past and a dark secret.

His father was Tony Stark, a notorious serial killer who was arrested when Peter discovered his secret.

When a new case hits too close to home, Peter will have to face his demons and turn to Tony for help.

However, the reunion causes repressed memories from his childhood to resurface, and Peter starts to question his sanity.

[peterth3parker]

alt universe tony dream walking to get back to mcu universe peter

[hello-god-its-me-sara]

everyone Irondad's Tony adopting Peter and Harley and now Riri

and yeah that's good and cute and all

but I'm just like: "Harry Osborn"

and I think I'm the only one

[revengewitch]

So...who would read a Dark Irondad Zombie AU if I wrote it? 😅

(With overprotective Tony of course)

[mari-sr]

I just read a dark Irondad one-shot without knowing it was a dark prompt. Just how can someone like and write something like this? Tony keeping Peter against his will and people enjoying it? Peter suffering and crying and Tony forcing a bond? That's as sick as Stark*r. Tony would never do it.

I know writer is where we're supposed to be free and read what we like, but guys, this is romanticizing a crime.

[retro-memo]

Mortal Flaw and Fatal Sin

Chapter Three: It All Came Down

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warning: Swearing and threats

Word Count: 2.4k

Chapters: 1, 2, 4, 5 — Ao3 link

St*rkers DNI

Tony Stark knew his name.

Peter couldn't breathe. 

Tony Stark knew he was Spider-Man.

It felt as though the world was cracking at the edges around him, crashing down way too fast for him to catch the jagged pieces that threatened to slice through everything because that was Iron Man.

Tony Stark knew where to find him.

Iron Man, who was standing a few feet away from him, his posture relaxed and silver armor glimmering in the pale moonlight while he wore a grin that revealed all those perfect white teeth. It warped the man’s face into something that wasn’t human, rather twisting it into something that belonged to an unhinged monster conjured up inside the darkest depths of a nightmare.

Except, this monster was different, not one that could be quickly swept away by reality by a blink of an eye. No, it wasn’t a figment of imagination. This monster was real, looking exactly the way that Peter remembered seeing from the dingy television in their old apartment; eyes that were cold enough to freeze the surface of a dwarf star, yet still glowing with a fiery violent desire to take and destroy everything in sight.

One that had announced the outlaw of soulmate with no real explanation and flipped the world on its axis. Who slaughtered and arrested hundreds of thousands.  

As if they were nothing more but mere inconveniences for him; insects to be squashed under the weight of his iron thumb. 

Something deep and livid started to swell inside of Peter. It was something distant, feral almost, bubbling from the pit in his stomach to the tightness in his chest that made it impossible to breathe, like a pot of hot water left on a stove for too long.  

And seeing the face of his uncle's murderer made it reach its boiling point. 

— a bright blue light, glass shattering, screaming, the air swimming with blood, empty eyes, May grabbing him away from Ben's body and —

“You—!” A roar ripped itself from Peter’s throat as he lunged for Stark, as if his terrified soul had unleashed a demon. A demon where anger, pain and vengeance were all intertwined together.

It blinded Peter, adding fuel to the already burning rage and what was already an uncontrollable fire, ignited outwards in a blazing explosion. 

Peter imagined ripping into Stark’s exposed neck then and there, tearing it to shreds. He pictured the man crumbling to the ground and desperately fighting for his last breaths while whatever life he had slowly drained from his eyes. 

The same way that it had from Ben. 

Ben who didn't deserve to die.

Peter didn't get far. Maybe it was from not sleeping properly that things ended up going so terribly wrong. It could've even been from the lack of eating or the intense non-stop labor and abuse he'd been putting his own body through.

Or Iron Man was faster.

Peter was easily side-stepped. He didn’t have the chance to catch himself when suddenly, the back of his hoodie seized. It happened so fast. One moment he'd been trying to catch his footing – and in the next he knew his feet were no longer touching the ground. 

He yelled, arms flailing as he tried to catch something or anything as he struggled against the hold against him. Peter kicked his legs and threw clumsy punches in every possible direction he could as a desperate last ditch to get free. 

A small part of Peter knew it was useless, that he should give up now while he was ahead because even if he did manage to break free, he was already several hundred feet in the air.

If he fell from this height, he'd be nothing more than a messy pile of bones and meat on the street. He could only watch as the apartment's roof was getting smaller and smaller, along with any hope of surviving with it. 

Everything stopped as quickly as it started and Peter let out a small cry with whatever remaining breath he had as he was jerked to an abrupt halt. The sloppy stitches that he’d sown together from the day before ripped themselves through his skin and Peter choked on the searing white-hot pain that tore across his stomach.

That didn’t stop his hands flying to the front of his hoodie, grabbing at it and trying to pull it away from his neck, taking in as much air as he could past the suffocating pressure around his throat. 

"Now, now, now." The man only cooed at Peter’s struggles, as if he was soothing a misbehaving kitten dangling in front of his face, not someone he'd caused unimaginable pain and suffering to. "There's no need to fight like that, I'm not going to hurt you."

Peter shivered from the man’s deep rumbling voice, his whole body trembling with it as he was forced to stare into the pair of steel and pale eyes that hardly showed any emotions. Not a single glimmer of anything natural. 

There was only some sick kind of satisfaction from seeing Peter fight for his life. 

It made Peter feel incredibly small, exposed in a way that made him wanting nothing more than to become as small as possible so he could disappear into his hoodie. Instead, he fought against the urge to curl up into himself and glared into Stark's eyes. 

He swallowed the whimper that clawed at his throat and croaked out. “What do you want from me?” 

"I don't want anything from you." Iron Man tilted his head a little, his eyes glowing brighter. "Well, maybe except for one thing but first things first, take off that ridiculous mask. I can't take you seriously."

Peter didn't get the chance to protest when cold metallic fingers suddenly curled under his chin and yanked upwards. 

The chilling air immediately assaulted Peter's exposed face and he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as they stung from the sudden onslaught of what felt like hundreds of tiny knives made of ice digging his skin. 

"There." Iron Man was either unaware or just uncaring of his discomfort because his manic grin only grew, his eyes glowing more wilder than they had before. "Now, we can get down to business."

"And what would that be, Tin Man?” Peter grunted, and a small part of him told himself it wasn't the best idea to probably insult someone, quite literally, was holding his life in their hands. “Your next tooth whitener appointment?” 

Especially if they happened to be the same someone that had carelessly torn apart Peter's life without so much as lifting a finger.

Instead of dropping him, or bashing his head in like Peter expected, Iron Man snorted. As if Peter told some sort of funny joke instead of insulting him straight to his face.

"I see you're living up to your reputation of having a motormouth but no, that's not why I brought you here to talk." Stark shook his head and gave Peter a slight smirk. "Now, don't get me wrong, kid. I'm all for the cosplay you have going with playing hero for the little guy and I'm willingly let you keep going for my own amusement —" 

The man paused, his face contouring into a fowl scowl as his eyes bored into Peter’s with such intensity it made the hair on the back of his neck stand completely on end. “But when you started interfering with me? With the law?” 

The grip around Peter's hoodie slowly became tighter the more Stark spoke, taking up even more room that was hardly even there to begin with and at this point he could only take small, thin rasps of breath. “I knew I couldn’t let this charade of yours continue.” 

“But I'm a fair man, kid.” Stark shrugged. “I’ll let you walk away from this and you can go crawl back to whatever web you call home, but only one condition.”

A metal-encased fingertip was inches away from poking Peter's nose and he would’ve recoiled away from the touch if he could. 

Instead, he kept dangling there, trying to breathe like a beached whale out of water that was hopelessly trying to haul in something that wasn’t there. "I want you to stop sticking your nose where it doesn't belong and leave my bots alone to do their work. If you don’t, well…”

It happened so fast, one minute Peter couldn’t breathe and in the next, the weight around his neck completely vanished. He gasped, his chest expanding as his burning lungs greedily sucked in the air they’d been desperately craving. However, whatever bit of warm relief came with being able to breathe again, froze over with a chilling fear.  

Peter barely had the chance to cry out before the suffocating grip around his neck returned at full force, stopping him from even falling a few inches. 

"I think you get the picture, kid." An iron-clad hand grabbed Peter's chin, forcing his head up so he was once again looking back into the vivid void that were Tony Stark's eyes. "And if you don't, I could easily show you a live demonstration with that aunt of yours." 

"No." Peter croaked, heart hammering and starting to kick again with a new vigor because Stark knew about May. He knew she was alive. "Ho - how -" 

"It's not that hard to figure out, kid." Stark smirked. "I mean, it's practically a bread trial. Your uncle was registered as a soulmate when they brought in his body but funny enough, they didn't have a match for who his other half was. Since you didn't set off my bots' sensors, and your last remaining family member hasn't been seen in years, I can only guess she's hiding somewhere outside the city limits with all those other escaped critters."

Peter's heart stuttered but he didn't dare to breathe wrong because Stark thought May was outside of the city limits, safe with all the other soulmates that somehow escaped during the first day of Iron Man's rule. 

He didn't know that May was probably still sleeping peacefully in her room, blissfully unaware of her nephew being dangled several hundred feet in the air above their apartment's roof. 

He didn't know. It was such a simple notion but Peter pushed down whatever trickle of relief swelled inside. If he gave anything away, even the smallest hint to Stark that he was wrong, it could be delivering May to her funeral. 

Peter couldn't do that. He couldn't lose May, no matter the cost. Not after losing everyone else in his life.

So, Peter took a deep breath, gathering together the shaking strings that were barely holding him together at this point before looking up, glaring Stark straight in the eye. "You won't find her." 

"Oh trust me, kid. I can and will." Stark laughed, raising his hand but the metal around it melted away, almost sinking into his flesh. "But that's a discussion for another day, how about we do a handshake and go our separate ways, eh? I'll let you keep doing whatever Spider-business you need to do and you leave my bots in turn, sounds like a good deal to me." 

Stark offered his bare hand to Peter. "As a bonus, I'll also make sure your aunt stays all wrapped up and toasty from whatever hole she's hiding in and makes sure none of the authorities even get a whiff of her. What do you say, kid? Deal?" 

Peter wanted to say no more than anything. He wanted to tell Stark exactly where he could shove the deal, except he didn't. 

He stared at the bare hand, thinking. Calculating. It was all he could do because technically, Stark didn't actually know where May was. 

He couldn't protect her like his 'deal' promised but if - when - Peter's body ever gave up on him and May was found, maybe he could use Stark to his advantage. 

Maybe he could use him to protect May. 

It was a long shot, and Peter knew even if something like that happened, Stark wouldn't keep up his end of the deal. He'd let May rot in jail while either sending Peter into foster care or a group home. 

Yet, a small part of him swelled at the thought of May being safe. Of his last family member at least having some sort of protection against the soulmate law. 

Sometimes a deal with the devil is better than no deal at all. 

Peter swallowed, raising his own hand and trying to ignore the way it trembled. 

Was it worth it? To keep May safe? To disregard all the other lives out there just for her? 

A selfish part of Peter screamed yes because May was all he had left of a shattered world. If he lost her, Peter would crumble and whatever left of him would leave with her because he wouldn't cope. 

Yet, another part said no because he remembered what Ben told him once, many years ago, when a much younger Peter asked why he was a police officer, why he chose the job he did. He recalled the way Ben smiled and the soft look in his eyes as he ruffled his hair giving him an answer that would resonate with Peter for the rest of his life. 

With great power, comes great responsibility, Pete. Always remember that. 

Ben risked his life for others because he had the power, and now it was Peter’s turn to use what he had. 

Peter closed his eyes, silently begging May that she’d forgive him because he knew he wasn’t going to walk away from this alive. That Spider-Man’s body was going to be found in a boney heap on a pavement somewhere. Yet, he couldn't stand by when others suffered. Not when he had the power, not when it was his responsibility. Even if it meant losing the one thing that would change everything. 

I'm sorry, May. 

However, before Peter could pull his hand back and tell Stark exactly where he could shove it, fleshy fingers wrapped around his own and the world exploded. 

Peter choked as pain like nothing he ever felt before engulfed him in a fiery inferno, traveling all the way up to his head and to the bottom of his toes. It felt as if he was being turned from the inside out, every cell in his body getting cooked alive while his vision whitened out. 

It all ended as quickly as it started, and Peter blinked at black spots still darting across his eyes. For a brief moment he could see, and he wished he hadn’t. 

Stark was no longer in front of him, rather several feet back in the air, eyes blown wide and staring down at his left hand as if it held all the answers to the universe. 

Peter's mouth dried as he looked down, his stomach bottoming out as he realized that nothing was holding him anymore.

He was suspended for a brief second, before gravity took hold and without warning, Peter was falling.

[seek--rest]

I can't stop thinking about how Peter has now had to watch two people that he loves die in front of him him. He was sitting right next to Tony and May right as they both died. The fact that he has had to watch his mentor and mother die before him is sad in itself but what makes it even more devastating is that Peter would have literally been hearing their heartbeat and breathing die out since he is enhanced. Imagine listening to your mom's heartbeat as she dies. That must've been devastating.

If MCU Peter had a nickel for every time that he had to watch someone he cared about died within the span of (1) having woken up with everything and everyone in his life and going to sleep with having lost everything, he’d have two nickels.

Which isn’t a lot but it’s traumatizing that it happened twice right?

His movies literally Progressed in EACH film to be darker and darker, literally almost died in HOCO, and people still get mad at him for acting as he did in NWH.

That’s Trauma babey.

[fotibrit]

It took tony a long time to figure it out. He had invented time travel soon after getting back on earth, no biggie (hearing your own son beg for mercy while he turns to dust tends to serve as fantastic motivation to go back and save him. who would have guessed).

The thing is… how to save him? He could go back and take out Thanos early, maybe. But if Tony was meddling with time, he wanted to save Peter from everything, from all the pain that was avoidable.

He wanted to make sure Spider-Man never met the cause of all his future problems, the cause of his demise. He had to make sure Spider-Man retired before he ever met the younger Tony Stark, before he ever stepped foot in a German airport.

So, in 2015, a 52 year old Tony Stark appeared on the streets of New York City, freshly shaven and nearly unrecognizable, but loaded with discrete tech that would help with his plan. He promptly stole a bike and waited for the web-slinger to come get him, going over the plan in his head.

Injure, don’t kill. Scare, don’t kill. Scare him off, so he never wants anything to do with vigilantism ever again. Scare him off, so he can live a normal, happy life. Scare him off, so that Tony never gets the privilege of ruining his life with Tony’s presence.

The man who loved him like a father and would do anything to keep him safe, would do anything… including make sure he could never be an avenger again. Peter Parker was about to meet his arch nemisis.