#tony stark/peter parker

[professional-benaddict]

tony who has a serious heart condition and has a medical alert labrador named friday. tony has to visit his local pharmacy every week to pick up his medications. he hates considering himself “chronically ill” and he is very often grumpy when he has to deal with his condition.

but, then a new pharmacists starts working at the local pharmacy. a peter parker, freshly graduated and eager like a puppy. suddenly, tony doesn’t mind the pharmacy. peter chats him up each time, beaming like the sun and making tony’s heart flutter in a good way, for a change.

friday, like the brilliantly smart dog she is, starts noticing the changes in tony’s mood and so she starts dragging tony to the pharmacy on her own account.

“friday, friday, what are you doing, girl? the pharmacy? we were there yesterday. oh, peter’s working today too. you wanna go say hi, is that it? okay, okay, you’re in charge.”

[thestarkerisobvious]

“I’ll always take care of you baby.  Yes?  Daddy will always take care of you.  Say it.”

The shower was perfect and soothing and deliciously warm.  Peter had never imagined that they’d be intimate tonight, not after everything they had been through.  After a mad, desperate search for the newest bad guy that had begun yesterday morning and had ended tonight in an epic battle in the skies of New York City… well both Tony and Peter were both desperate for rest.  Both bruised and battered, they had limped back to the penthouse to crash.  Possibly for a week.  That was certainly all that Peter was expecting, anyway.  

But as soon the suits came off, Tony was pushing him onto the bed, hard and urgent.  Peter was surprised at first… then simply put his arms around the man and complied.  “Oh, this is nice,” he murmured and let Tony do whatever he wanted… he was too exhausted to do anything else.  

And now, here they were, in the shower at last.  Exhausted, Peter let steaming hot water pour over his aching muscles, eternally grateful for Tony’s eternally inexhaustible hot water supply. 

“Say it.”

“Hmm?  Oh… yes.  Daddy will always take care of me.”

Tony had saved his life tonight, or maybe it had still been afternoon.  And had very nearly saved his life yesterday… or that might have been early this morning… it was all a blur now.  

And Peter had saved Tony’s life, that much was certain.  That battle had been brutal, but Peter had held his own.  He glowed with pride, now.  He was an Avenger, and an equal, and everyone had seen it.  

“My baby… Daddy will always take care of his baby.  Take good care of his baby.  Yes…”

There hadn’t been much talking in bed.  That had been quick and dirty and straight to the point.  But now, in the shower, Tony’s “Baby/Daddy” talk had begun… and kept going.  Tony stood behind him, soaping up his body and washing it off over and over again.  Always repeating the mantra.  

“My angel, my sweetheart.  Daddy’s angel.  I’ll always take care of my sweet angel…” 

Finally, there was silence.  Peter was almost falling asleep standing up with Tony spoke again.

“I’ll always take care of you, Peter.”

It wasn’t his “Daddy” voice.  It was his regular voice.

“You know that, right?  

“Say it back to me.”

Peter moved out of Tony’s embrace - moved Tony’s arms from off of him and turned around.  He took Tony’s face in both hands and kissed him on the mouth.

“I will always take care of you, Tony.  We will always take care of each other.”

Tony didn’t argue.  He only looked Peter in the eye.  Suddenly he looked very, very tired.  What he mumbled was only loud enough for Friday to pick up.  The shower stopped.  The two men stood in the steam, looking at each other.  

Finally, Tony nodded.

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ETA: I *JUST* now realize I posted this without a title?!?! The working title was "Summer Project - Shower" except the "summer" it refers to was LAST summer.

[pretty-bratty]

Amazing inspo by @spideyslag again

[the-sugar-in-the-whiskey]

Okay… HEAR ME OUT

Starker w/ Separation Anxiety

That delicious toxic co-dependency.

He just CAN NOT let that lil disaster of a spider twink OUT 👏🏻 OF 👏🏻 HIS 👏🏻 SIGHT.

I need Stark’s constant grabbing of Peter’s neck and pulling in close under the arm.

Peter’s anxious shirt fisting and sweater paws Tony adores.

Tony’s nervous habit of playing in Peter’s hair.

I NEED THE “THAT’S MINE” POSSESSIVE GROWTH ARC😭

Someone have PITY on my poor deprived SOUL and throw recs at my face pleeeeeaaasseee…

[winterspiderpurrs]

Instead of Peter keeping the identity of his boyfriend secret. He actually tells everyone. They just don't believe him.

People ask about the cool new belt he is wearing.

" My boyfriend got it for me!"

" Whoses your boyfriend? He got a brother?"

"Nope! Only child. It's Tony Stark"

And people just think he is joking. They roll their eyes.

They think he is really good at photoshop at the photos he shows.

No way Tony Stark is dating this nerdy college kid.

Peter just shrugs it off.

Maybe they finally realize when either

A. - Tony shows up to give a lecture.

B.- Peter shows up on Tony's arm during a Gala event

C.- Tony is annoyed that no one believes Peter and is dramatic about it

[soleillov]

Peter's wardrobe essentials 👛🧸🎀

when Peter isn't wearing his Spider-Man suit, he's a real pillow princess. He hangs out in the Avengers Tower tower in just his pajamas and panties. When he goes on dates with Tony or another Avenger, he wears the sluttiest outfit to please all the men in his life.

bonus: he only wear Tony's leather jacket when is cold ❄️

[batransacon]

Don’t get me wrong, I love starker and I love smut but omfg is it hard to find long fics with plot of them 😭💔 it doesn’t even have to be all plot but like just a mention of some other characters and maybe some kind of conflict PLEASE 🙏

[starkerxstarker]

Skater Boyfriends Tony and Peter who stay out late causing trouble and making out at the skatepark.

[fandom-gt]

COMMISSION TYPE: Quick Fill

PRICE: $7 + Tip (thank you!)

FANDOM: MCU

CHARACTERS: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker

REQUESTED SUMMARY: ”A college-aged Peter Parker is far down Tony's shaft after being inserted there by Steve, who didnt tell Tony the toy he wanted to try out is his shrunken mentee. He looks up to see a glimpse of Steve as he asks Tony how it feels.”

WARNINGS: insertion, noncon, unaware

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The world around him is a tightly constricting, constantly moving place. The walls are slick, and undulating, and so thick they barely let in a dim red light through what is, to him, several feet of flesh. Far above his head, real light streams in at an unsteady blink as the opening opens and closes, opens and closes, opens again slowly, sticking together and messily peeling apart again.

No amount of writhing, or pleading, or struggling desperately can help him. Tony doesn’t know he’s in here, and the more Peter tries to alert him, the louder the reverberating moans coming from deep underneath him get. It’s with a sinking dread that he realizes his efforts must feel good to the hard and rippling cock he’s trapped inside. Or- wait, no, that sinking isn’t just a feeling. He’s actually sinking. Oh shit-

Far above him, through the circular hole that leads to the sky, and air, and freedom, he can just make out Steve’s face, as high up as the moon, staring down at him with a cold, detached sort of mirth in his eyes. Through the sound of flesh on flesh, wet and sloppy, he can just barely hear that familiar voice rumbling, “HOW’S IT FEEL, SWEETHEART? YOU LIKE IT? I GOT IT JUST FOR YOU…”

[starkerhowlter]

More Than A Skirt

Ship: starker Rating: Explicit Contains: smut, feminization, heavy degradation, lingerie destruction, pet name use, blowjobs, clothes ripping, praise, calling male parts female terms, Dom/sub undertones, Begging Initial prompt: @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo fill: Feminization Words: 2226 Summary: It's just a skirt, right?

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Thank you so much to @starkerkitty for editing this for me! I mega appreciate you for taking the time to help me out!!!

There's a skirt. 

A turquoise tartan miniskirt is on Peter Parker's side of his and Tony's shared bed.

In their bedroom. 

But it's not his. And he knows it sure as hell isn't Tony's... Without another look at the shocking piece of fabric, he drops his backpack on the floor and rushes back out of the room, the heavy black wood door shutting behind him. He knows Tony told him to prepare for an eventful night, but fuck this wasn't what he had expected.

"Tony?" Peter calls out, walking down the staircase into the too-white living room. "Tony? Where are you?" 

"Mr. Stark is in the lab, shall I let him know you're looking for him, Mr. Parker?" JARVIS replies, his disembodied voice echoing around the room. 

"Uh, no. No that won't be necessary. Thank you, JARVIS." Peter heads down into the lab, finding Tony with a million and one blueprints spread over every surface.

"Where the fuck is it?" He hears the man shout, throwing a book off the shelf. Peter catches it just before it hits his face, setting it on the hood of the sports car.

"Hi?"

The older man bangs his head on the metal shelf, cursing under his breath. "Hi, honey. Sorry for the mess, I lost the manual for the vintage Harley over there and I can't remember what kind of bolt it takes."

"It's over there in the top left drawer of your desk. You put it there when you didn't want to lose it last time." 

"And it's not there, did someone move it? Did I rearrange my desk?"

"I honestly don't know," Tony sighs, turning back into the cupboard, "Um, Tony..." Peter tries, attempting to reroute the conversation, "I found something in our room... I was wondering if you knew where it came from?" 

"The outfit on our bed? I got it for you," the man replies, head still deep inside the cupboard. 

"But Tony, it's--" 

"I know, I thought you might like something different. You mentioned liking things like that in our conversation the other day. Did you not mean skirts?"

"No, no I did. I just didn't expect you to have found one so quickly. What if I don't look good in it?" 

That comment is what finally causes Tony to turn to him. The man crosses to stand in front of him, "You'll look amazing baby, I just know it. You don't have to try it if you don't want to." 

"No! No, I do! I just.. er..." His voice cracks, betraying his nervousness. 

"Go try it on. If you hate it, you never have to wear it again. If you want, there is also a lacy bodysuit that goes with it hanging in the closet."

"A-a bodysuit?" 

"Yes, a body suit." Tony presses a gentle kiss to his forehead and the feeling of his beard calms Peter slightly. "Will you give it a try?"

Peter nods, swallowing. "I will, for you. Do you want to see it?"

"Of course, baby! If you are willing I would love it see you in it. I’m sure you'll look gorgeous! If it helps, I can lock down the house and keep everyone out and it'll just be you and me."

"O-okay. I'll go and uh, go and put it on for you." He steps into the elevator, falling against the white wall. His heart pounds in his chest, anxiety creeping into every last cell in his body. 

He can do this.

Back in their bedroom, Peter slowly removes his clothing from the day. He tosses the articles in the hamper, staring at the body suit hanging on the closet door. The turquoise lace stares back, daring him to try it on. He sighs, removing it from the hanger and stepping into it. He pulls the long lace turquoise sleeves up his arms, adjusting the drop centre so that the laces are tightened accordingly. He sighs, picking up the skirt and sliding it up over his legs. The colours match perfectly, and admittedly, it looks good. He runs his hands over his torso, ruffling his hair. 

"Alright, hopefully I don't let him down."

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"Did it fi-- holy fuck…" Tony turns around, eyes roving across Peter’s form, "Look at you." Peter blushes in the doorway to the lab, stacking one foot on top of the other shyly. 

"Is it okay?"

"Okay.... look at you, sweetheart..." Tony approaches him, placing his hands on Peter's hips, "You look so fucking good."

"Th-thank you."

"Now, about the other half of your request, are you still wanting to be called every single pretty name I can come up with?" Peter nods, face and chest flushing a gorgeous pink. "Alright, then... how about we go up to the bedroom, baby girl?"

"M-Mhm" He takes Tony's hand, stepping back into the elevator once again. 

"You don't need to be nervous princess, I'll be gentle with you." Tony runs his fingers over the younger's cheek, kissing him as he cups the boy's cock through the skirt. "Play with your little clit and get you all nice and wet for me? How does that sound?" Tony raises his eyebrow, connecting their lips again.

"P-please!" Peter gasps, his body already reacting to the concept of the older man's promises. 

The elevator dings, and immediately, the duo is rushing down the hall to their bedroom, "Let's do this." Tony purrs. "Onto the bed, pretty thing."

"Gladly." Peter lays back on the black silky sheets, watching patiently as Tony rolls up the sleeves to his band tee, and unbuttons his jeans. "Would you like me to strip?"

"No, I can get at everything I need to quite easily, Princess." He smiles as he runs his fingers up Peter's thighs toward his crotch. "This one should have snaps..." he runs his hand over the smooth panel covering Peter's cock and ass, "Or... I thought it did. Hm."

"Are you sure you don't want me to--" Before he can continue speaking, the sound of ripping fabric meets his ears, "Tony!!! This was new!"

"I'll buy you a new one, kitten. I'm too fucking into you to care at this moment." Tony runs his fingers over Peter's cock, revelling in the gasps slipping from Peter's mouth. "Look at you. Look how much you love me touching your pretty little clit. Can you tell me how much you love it, Peter?"

"I love it so much, Tony, please touch me more," he whimpers, head falling back into the mattress.

"Well, since you can't even say what you love me touching, I think I want to play with your pretty little tits," Tony growls, crawling onto the bed and running his fingers over the younger's nipples through the top. 

The feeling of the lace on his nipples should be overwhelming, but the rough texture burns in the best way, his back arches up against his will, which causes Tony to press more. 

"Fuck, princess, look at you..." he whispers, kissing Peter filthily, licking into his mouth and absorbing all of the desperate moans Peter's letting slip. He's so far gone already, and Tony's barely done a thing. 

"A-ah... Tony, please..." Peter begs, "T-Touch me, please..." 

"Not until you tell me what it's called. Until then why don't you show me how good those pretty lips look stretched around my cock?" Peter moans obscenely, and nods, sliding off the bed. "That's a good girl, so fucking compliant aren't you?" His knees hit the floor as Peter's hand rests on Tony's lower abdomen, and before he can reach into the older man's boxers, Tony lightly taps his hand. 

"Wha--?! You told me to--" 

"Ask." Tony smirks, hand coming to rest in Peter's hair.

"Please?" Peter replies, "Can I... Can I have your cock, Tony?"

"Of course, you can, baby. All you had to do was ask!" He smiles, allowing Peter's hand to sink inside of his boxers and pull it out. "Now, I want you to suck all nice and neat for me, Princess. Can you do that?"

"M-mhmmmmm..." Peter sinks down, slowly, taking the tip of Tony's cock in his mouth. 

"Oh, fuck..."Tony whispers, resisting the urge to fuck into Peter's mouth, "C'mon take it. Just like that, baby girl, take it. Take all of my cock in your pretty mouth. Look'so good like that." The younger does, dragging his tongue along the bottom of his shaft, sinking to the base. He lingers there, enjoying the sounds his husband makes above him. Following the vein along the bottom, he rises back to the tip, "Fuck, Peter, you've gotta stop baby." 

Peter whimpers, sending vibrations down Tony's cock, causing him to shudder and cant his hips. The younger reciprocates, desperately sucking harder. He pulls off with a pop, "What's wrong?"

"I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that, Princess. If you want me to fuck you I need you to stop. Back onto the bed." Tony holds his hand out, helping Peter to stand and regain his footing.

"Can I finger you, baby girl?" Tony asks, confidently. 

"Please!"

"What am I fingering, Peter, can you tell me what it's called?"

"M-my..." He blushes deeply, covering his face with his hands. 

"No, no... none of that..." Tony states, grinding down against Peter as he moves his hands away, "Tell me, Peter, what do you want me to finger?" Before he can answer, Tony has slicked up a finger and pushed it into Peter's waiting hole. 

"Fuck! M-my... fucking hell Tony please!" He gasps, voice cracking with the curses.

"What do you want me to fuck?" Tony asks pushing the finger against his prostate and running the fingers of his other hand over Peter's cock.

"Fuck! My pussy!" He shouts, soft moaning sobs wracking his figure, "Fuck please, Tony, fuck me!"

"As you wish, baby girl." He purrs, pushing in a second finger and shortly after, a third. "Look at you, already soaking wet for me... Such a desperate little slutty baby aren't you?"

"Y-yes! Please, Tony! Please please please!" Peter presses his hips back, trying to take more of Tony's fingers. "Give me your cock please!" The older scientist can't help but smile as he pulls his fingers out and slicks up his cock. 

"Is that what you want? Want me to ruin this pretty pussy for any other man who dares to touch you, Peter?" Peter nods, mutely, hands tangled in the back of Tony's shirt. 

He leans down, connecting their lips as a distraction. As soon as he pushes in, both of them moan. "More, please, Tony!" Peter whimpers, desperately. Tony pushes in more, bit by bit until he's fully sheathed. "You can move!"

And Tony does, he begins rhythmically thrusting into Peter, ripping little gasps and moans from his throat with each move, "So pretty, baby. Such a pretty princess, all dressed up for me and begging so nicely. I'm so glad you're all mine, sweetheart."

"Yours!" He whines, meeting the older's thrusts halfway. "Please touch my cock, Tony!" 

He raises an eyebrow, not pausing his thrusts, "I don't think that's what that's called, Peter."

"I don't care please just touch me!" Peter whimpers pathetically and reaches down to wrap his own hand around himself. Before he can, though, Tony takes him roughly in hand. 

"Is this what you wanted? Me to touch your sweet little clit? Want me to make you cum, Princess? Make you cum all nice and pretty for me? I bet I can make you beg for it too. Wanna test my theory?"

Peter nods, running his hands down Tony's back. The older bites gently on Peter's neck, a hand on his hip, and the other on Peter's cock. He rolls the boy's dick in his hand,  licking and sucking the growing marks on his neck.

"So fucking beautiful, Peter. You look so fucking good like this." 

It’s true, he looks quite debauched. His curly hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat, and the sleeves of his playsuit have fallen off. To Tony, the boy has never looked more beautiful than he does now. 

The trance he's under breaks when Peter begins begging, "I'm close Tony! Please make me cum! Please! I'll be good for you, please make me cum." Tears begin falling from Peter's eyes at that moment, broken moans and whimpers slipping from his lips. 

"Of course, sweetheart, you're begging so nicely for me. You can cum whenever you're ready baby girl." Tony continues thrusting, being sure to hit Peter's prostate dead-on. "I'm close, too." As soon as Tony's calloused thumb runs over Peter's slit, the boy is cumming across both of their tops and the skirt. He tightens around Tony, who quickly follows behind him. "Fuck baby, you're so tight... so good for me, so fucking good..." He presses gentle kisses to Peter's forehead, pulling out slowly. He takes his shirt off, using it to wipe off the mess from them both. 

Peter's breaths even out, going pliantly when Tony sits him up to remove the outfit and slip him into more comfortable clothes. "You did so good for me, Peter. Was that everything you'd hoped for?"

"It was fun, thank you, Tony," he whispers, curling up on the older's chest, "I think we need to buy more skirts in the future."

"Oh yeah?" He asks, carding his fingers through Peter's hair, "Sounds like a plan."

Thank you so much for reading! Comments, Reblogs, and Likes are MUCH appreciated!

[professional-benaddict]

Tony, who’s well into his 50s, owns one of the most popular nightclubs in NY. He is not particularly into house, dance or EDM music, but he knows how to work the industry.

He and Peter have been dating for a few years now, and the two of them are a really good match. Peter, a curly haired sweet-looking twink in his 20s is what you would call a party animal. Each weekend consists of glitter, alcohol and lipstick stains on lips and cheeks.

Tony comes to work at the club sometime during the day, making sure everything is prepared for the night. Peter will show up around midnight with his friends to dance out his heart.

Sometimes, Peter will go to the back to be with Tony in his office. The older man loves to see his baby have so much fun. And now and then, some extra fun is also allowed, but Tony has one rule. Peter always has to tell what and how much he has taken of whatever party drug is popular at the moment. The deal works well and Peter feels very safe knowing his boyfriend is just behind one «staff only» door.

The club closes at 4AM and Tony always makes sure Peter eats and drinks before they head home together. Peter is very content to go home and becomes a cuddle bug in the back of their car.

“Did you have fun tonight, baby?”

“Hmm. Always.”

“Hmm, I watched you for a bit. I love these jeans on you. You’ll send over your next playlist to Josh before tomorrow night, yeah?”

But, Peter is fast asleep. Tony chuckles softly and runs his hand through Peter’s sweaty curls, dislodging some of the loose glitter. You only live once.

feel free to add your thoughts babe @spideyslag 🥰🥰

[thestarkerisobvious]

Take What Is Offered

He opened his eyes and found himself staring directly at the floor.  He swore under this breath when he saw it again - the dust bunnies.  The tile grout.  He swore again.  It was this dream.  He hated this dream.

But the dream had already started, and now there was nothing to do but crawl.  Crawl to the impossible thing that he would never get to in time before he died.  Crawl, not because it served a purpose, but to properly show his abject humiliation.  Crawl to show that Obadiah had won.  

This process was almost muscle memory to him now, like tying his shoelaces, and yet he struggled with every step.  Put out arm.  Pull self forward.  Struggle not to choke up.  If you choke up, if you get emotional, your air passages will close.  If your air passages close, you will cease to pull yourself forward.  If you cease to pull yourself forward, you will die.

So don’t think.  Don’t listen to that little voice that says “You failed. OF COURSE you failed.  Why should today be any different?  You thought you understood but you didn’t understand.  You failed to understand and everyone knows it…”  No point in listening to that voice now, when you have to drag yourself across the floor to Dum-E so you won’t die. It’s not like that voice won’t be in your head tomorrow, or the next day, or the next.  Try to ignore it for now.

So here Tony was, gamely playing along with this terrible dream and hating every moment of it - he didn’t have to play along, he knew.  He wasn’t really dying.  He was really laying in his bed in his impossibly expensive mansion surrounded by his impossibly high-tech suits sleeping in the bed of the genius, billionaire playboy philanthropist.   Sleeping alone, of course.   Because the genius billionaire playboy philanthropist's partner had left him.  Again.  And that’s why he was having the dream, of course.  Just his brain showing up to remind him.  Just his brain showing up to reiterate that the first partner he actually trusted, the first human being he had ever let that close, THAT human being had betrayed him utterly.  Had not just sent him out to be tortured and murdered but had PAID TOP DOLLAR for the service.  And that was why the famous genius billionaire playboy philanthropist was crawling across the floor in his dream as he slept in his penthouse.  Because. Tony had failed.  Failed utterly and completely.  Tony was currently dying in his dream and, someday, Tony would die in real life.  There was nothing to do but accept that fact.  Accept that fact, and accept the foamy beer that Peter was pouring out for him now.

“Are you thirsty, Mr. Stark?  Try it, it’s new.  It’s mine.  It’s special.”

Tony blinked.  He didn’t speak.  He didn’t have the air to speak, and moreover, he didn’t have anything to say.  He’s beleaguered brain barely registered that Peter had an English accent now, but that wasn’t the most bewildering part of this equation.  The main difficulty was that Peter was here at all.  Tony was alone.  Tony was supposed to die alone.

“After this, we’ll play tennis.  I mean I’ll play tennis.  And golf.  You’ll watch.  I’ll talk and laugh with my friends, but I hope you’ll watch.  I want you to watch.  I want you to be there, Tony…”

Peter’s eyes spoke volumes, his angelic face just inches away.  He wore the same sweater he had worn that last time Tony saw him… the last time they had stayed up for hours after they were done in the lab, talking, laughing, joking.  Listening to Tony explain why he wasn’t going to be dating anymore… not dating another Avenger, not dating anyone.  Because when Pepper left it was proof what he had suspected all along.  That he had failed.  That he deserved to be all alone.

“I made it.  I’m an inventor, like you.  Try it Tony.  Won’t you?  Just try it….”

Tony's struggle to keep his emotions in check were failing.  He was choking up… soon he would be sobbing.  Because it was Peter.  Peter was in his dream.  Peter, breaking all the rules, was here down on the floor with him, offering him a beer.  

And after that, Peter would help him stand up.  Save his life.  Keep him living.  Cheer him on while he suited up and fought Obadiah Stane. And then Whiplash, and then Aldrich Killian, and then whatever else Archvillian came his way. But Peter wouldn’t just be cheering, Peter would be fighting beside him.  And Tony knew that this was true, because Peter had come into his dream.  Peter had come to save him.

“Won’t you take it, Tony?  Won’t you take what I’m offering?”

Despite the gaping hole in his chest, Tony sat up easily.  Gladly took the glass from Peter’s hand.  Raised it in a toast, and then drank.  It tasted like nothing, of course.  It tasted like the inside of his dry mouth.  But it would just be a matter of minutes before Tony woke up.

Tony was going to wake up in his empty bed.  And then Tony was going to make a phone call.

Tony was going to take what was offered.

[pretty-bratty]

I couldn't go past this gem by @starkerobsession

[the-sugar-in-the-whiskey]

OHMYGOD Soulmates finding your lost shit…

I just read:

Exactly What You're Looking For by snarkymuch &

Finding the Lost by TheStrange_One

If you lose something your soulmate finds it next to them when they wake up.

CAN YOU IMAGINE ALL THE SHIT TONY & PETER WOULD LOSE. Can you?!

CAN YOU?

And the amount of angst this would have as Tony finds out the age-gap…🥵

How long they would know without acknowledging.

The DENIAL

All the ways this could play out… OHMYGOD

Tony finding something of uncle Ben’s that he just couldn’t NOT give back. So he has to give it to him.

Peter waking up with a set of rings… HEY MR. STARK, thought you might need these back. Oh hey and by the way… I’m your soulmate. So yeeeeaaaah, hope THAT works out for ya! Congrats and all😅🤦🏼‍♀️😂 Then just like DISAPPEARS and Tony has another crisis.

PEPPER finds something of Peter’s in their bed…

[winterspiderpurrs]

Prompt/thoughts of Prison Inmate Peter.

He is the sweetheart of the jail. Everyone either likes him or respects him enough to leave him alone.

He helps people study for their GEDs or college courses. He has a job in the concession. He helps people put money on their books so they can buy commoncery(sp?).

He fixes the electronics that people have or helps repurpose them. Whether it is a tattoo gun or fixing someone's radio. He helps out.

He gets along with the guards. No one messes with him.

Maybe it also helps that the most lethal guy in the prison is also Peter's shadow.