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peterparkerslefttesticle · 2 years

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Fuck or Die

a peter parker sex pollen fic

pairing: peter parker x reader

summary: peter comes into contact with sex pollen and his best friend wants to take away the pain

NO MINORS!!!!

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“stay the fuck away from me. please,”

it had been a week since you’d seen your best friend, peter. he’d been away on a mission, along with a few other avengers.

being the baby of the team, you definitely weren’t told everything. or anything really, if it didn’t directly affect you.

“just tell me what is going on!” you screamed at the quarantined boy, voice muffled through the thick glass.

peter was crying at this point, an all consuming burn firing through his veins, predominately the veins down low.

“sweetheart come with me. your not helping by screaming at him,” tony tried peeling you from the hall, but you stood your ground

“why does no one tell me what’s happening? when are you guys going to stop treating me like a baby, i’m 18 for fucks sake!” now peter wasn’t the only one crying.

out of the corner of your cloudy vision you could see his form cowering in the corner, convulsing almost.

“please! he’s my best friend. i deserve to know what’s going on!”

“it’s not about us keeping information from you. it’s just that this is… sensitive.” stark’s brow wrinkled, stress emanating from his form.

this time when he pulled you away, tou didn’t fight.

sensitive?

what could possibly be sensitive enough that you can’t know why your best friend looks like he’s about to die???

once in the lab, you and the iron man sit down.

“look kid, something happened on our mission,”

“yeah no shit,” if looks could kill, stark would’ve murdered you months ago. but probably gotten wanda to resurrect you so his steely gaze could kill you again now.

“i’m serious. parker was doing recon in one of fisk’s bases while we fought his men outside. he found a thing… some sort of explosive gas. when he picked one up for closer inspection it erupted.” tony looked apprehensive, almost waiting for an eruption of his own.

“ok. i’m just gonna say it. sex pollen. it was sex pollen. there’s no way around it. peter exploded a sex pollen bomb.”

the way your jaw unhinged looked inhumane. “WHAT?” you gaped. “like, that weird shit from fanfiction? like the weird shit that makes someone fuck or die? are we in the fucking omega verse right now???”

“i’m going to pretend i know what the omega verse is,” the man clears his throat, “but uh, kind of? he won’t die, but unless he… y’know.. he’ll just kind of be in an unimaginable state of pain for the next,” he checks his watch, “22 hours.”

it took a minute to process the aforementioned information. peter had been affected by sex pollen? you guessed that explained his need to be away from you. but imagining your poor peter in pain for almost another day?

“so why aren’t you doing anything? wait that came out wrong.”

this was probably the most awkard conversation you’d had with tony, even after he caught you “making out” with brad in senior year.

“i meant to say, what’s being done to help him? surely there’s something. i know it’ll pass but fuck, i can’t live with myself knowing pete’s in that room hurting.” you felt a pit of guilt lounging in your gut.

wait it was guilt right? why does your guilt feel like it’s… lower… than it should be.

were you seriously fucking TURNED ON from thinking about your best friend being so horny that it hurts? well, if you worded it like that, yeah.

“we offered him… services. not from us obviously. like, paid services. or anything he wants. but he refused. something about ‘respecting women’ yada yada yada.” stark jests, but you can see the fatherly worry seeping out.

with out another thought, you leave tony in the lab and spring back to parker’s quarantine unit.

“pete you need to accept help! look at yourself” he was worse for wear, even since you saw him 10 minutes ago

his suit was half off his body, which was dripping with sweat. and as much as you tried to ignore it, a large bulge had appeared through the fabric.

he could barely meet your eyes, his own bloodshot, hair matted to his forehead.

“you know i can’t. i can’t control my strength like this. i could hurt someone.” the spider cried out

“not me,” your eyes finally lock. “you can’t hurt me. you know that. we’ve trained together. i’m stronger than you.”

your powers may have made your life a living nightmare, but the strength was definitely a plus. you had sparred countless times, and not once had he hurt you. or beat you for that matter.

“i- i can’t” his voice broke as his body convulsed once more, ungloved hands going to cover his dick.

“if you want to, you can. I’m here pete. I don’t want to see you like this. And i don’t want you to worry about all your moral shit. your not taking advantage of me. your not going to hurt me. i want this. i want to help you, if that’s what you want.”

silence. a few beats go by, before a small “please” meets your ears.

in a blink of an eye you slide your hand over the sensor, unlocking the door to his cell.

your heart broke to a million pieces seeing the broken boy. if you didn’t know better you would have assumed he was succumbing to a deathly injury.

“curtains. there’s curtains.” he gestures to blue hospital curtains that have the potential to cover the glass wall between them and the hall way.

as you pull the curtain, the last thing you see is a worried/disgusted/embarrassed tony. poor guy. knowing his ‘son’ and new recruit were about to get it on.

“FRIDAY, lock down and sound proof the floor once i get in the elevator.” tony yelled, mumbling something about ‘for the good of mankind’.

you drop to your knees next to peters warm frame. the restraint he used to not fuck you right there looked painful.

“If you want this, I want this. I would do anything for you spidey. even if it means fucking my best friend into oblivion,” you say to him, a strained chuckle leaving his chest.

“i won’t be able to stop. i would rather go through this a hundred times then hurt you or screw up our friendship.”

“you won’t. i can handle it. please fuck me pete.”

he turns to a rabid animal with the speed he meshes your lips. the carnal devouring of your face dials up your arousal, and he can smell it.

“wow. you’re fucking sick. getting turned on by your best friend in pain,” he mumbled into your neck, trailing teeth and tongue down your décolletage.

you couldn’t even form a response, to focused on the way his bear chest felt under your fingers, and the way his boner grinded into your crotch.

practised hands pop open the buttons of your shirt, and i clasp the bra you donned. thank god you wore a nice one today.

“mmm pretty bra. planning on fucking brad later?” the boy teased.

“only you. always you.” you grinded harder onto his cock, frustrated at the layers separating you.

“fuck i’ve always dreamt of fucking you. fucking you so good. so so good” a piercing cry leaves your lips as he bites your nipple, kissing it better after.

his tongue was magic, working its way all over your chest. he groped and grasped your breast, alternating one in his mouth, one in his mouth.

even with all his talk, you could see his facade fading.

“peter just fuck me. i know you need it.”

“but what about yo-“

“pete i’m soaked. i’m fine. i just want to make you feel better.” with this, he lets you take charge. he (attempts) to rip his suit off while you pull down your sweats, and eventually a lacy pair of panties.

a guttural groan leaves his lips when he sees the glistening mound before him, he goes to put his mouth forward, but you stop him, kneeling over his lap despite his whine.

“i told you. this is about you. making you feel better.” you laughed at his pathetic attempt at removing the sweat soaked suit.

you pull it down just enough to reveal his angry member. it was thicker than you were used to, longer as well, and a small wave of fear rolled through your stomach.

his dick was red, twitching and leaking. you could practically feel his pain just by looking at it.

he hissed when you slid him up your slit, soaking it with your juices.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered as he slammed your hips down onto him. the scream you let out would definitely surpass stark’s soundproofing.

tears stream down his face at the relief of your silk pussy embarrassing his dick. but he didn’t have long to revel in the comfort. he continued to slam into you with a brutal pace. the erotic wet sounds were enough to put porn to shame.

both of your faces contorted with the pleasure.

“fuck spider you’re fucking me so good. i wanna make you come. want your cum to fill my pussy so good.” his pace was so bruising that his groin pounded into your clit with every thrust.

you couldn’t warn him of the imminent coil about to burst as you gushed around his erection. no noise came out of your mouth except for the unholy moans and expletives.

something you never expected about pete, was his vocalness in bed. god, you would be imagining his noises for weeks to come, hand between your legs.

he was louder than you, which you didn’t think possible, though none of it was legible. his broken words were drowned out by his heavenly moans. with every thrust there came a new ‘ugh’, ‘ngugh’, and ‘fuhhh’.

and god did it get you going.

just listening to his groans had you verging on another orgasm. and he wasn’t too far behind.

peter kept repeating the words “soon” and “close”.

“god pete your so hot. so good to me. fucking me so good. please come baby. i want your cum to fill me up so good. need it baby. need your cum.” you slammed your hips down to meet his every movement, chasing the fast approaching high.

“i’m coming. coming. gonna come,” and with the most dirty, unholy, erotic noise ever made before, peter came.

you could feel the warm seed filling your cunt as you reached your peak, fucking his cum deeper into your cavity.

peter collapsed almost immediately, chest heaving as he sprawled onto the cold foor. you followed in suit, falling flat onto his chest, dick still sheathed inside.

it was deadly silent for at least 5 minutes, and you were sure he had fallen asleep until you head him say “i didn’t hurt you did i?” he lifted your body up, allowing his softened member to leave your body.

“i told you i could handle it, and i did.” you looked up to meet his tired eyes “you didn’t hurt me pete. and even if you had it would have been worth it. how are you feeling now?”

you brushed some hair out of his face, his soft breath brushing against yours. “god i feel so much better. i’m forever indebted to you. that hurt like a bitch.” he chuckled and closed his eyes. “seriously though, thank you. i don’t know what i did to deserve a friend like you.” he wrapped his strong arms around your waist, both of you choosing to ignore the bear skin and leaking fluids pouring you of your pussy.

he whined when you got up, and for a second you thought he would pull you back down. you entered the joined bathroom to get towels.

with gentle hands you soaked up the sticky substances residing over parker’s stomach “i think you’re gonna need this dry cleaned.” you mention, staring at the very stained suit.

he jerked when you gently wiped his cock, but relaxed into your touch nonetheless.

“i think we permanently traumatised mr stark,” peter chortled as he pulled your now clean body into the folding cot that lay in the room.

you giggled with him “yeah, i’m pretty sure even with the soundproofing the entire tower could hear you.” you smirked

the boy turned beet red, and nestled his face into yours, “hey! it wasn’t just me!”

the two of you spent the rest of the night on the small bed, neither with the strength to leave the room.

peter fell asleep first, but you stayed up a little to ponder the future of your friendship after today. however confused you may be, one thing was definitely sure.

there was no way you weren’t fucking peter parker again

#spiderman #peter parker #spiderman smut #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #fanfiction #smut #marvel #marvel smut #the avengers #avengers smut #andrew garfield smut #tom holland smut #tom holland

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anonoite · 1 year

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part time job peter & cat tony loosely inspired by a super cute resurrected cat tony fic called meow once for annoyed by @preromantics

#starker #tnpt #tony stark x peter parker #ironspider #tony x peter

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mysterious-trail-of-goop · 4 months

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I LOVVEEE Jason todd and Peter Parker fics because their stories are almost exact parallels except for the fact that Peter had a support system and Jason didn't.

They both grew up dirt poor and surrounded by tragedy. But Peter always had uncle ben and aunt may to keep him optimistic and happy. Jason had an extremely abusive father and a mother who had drug problems and that home environment made him cynical and untrusting.

They both experienced the loss of a parental figure (Uncle Ben and Catherine Todd) and became heroes shortly after.

They both got superhero mentors (Tony and Bruce). Except Tony (and u can fight me on this) was horribly manipulative, threatening Peter with releasing his identity (effectively threatening his family and friends), forcing A FIFTEEN YEAR OLD to fight CAPTAIN AMERICA, WHO DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS A CHILD AND WASN'T HOLDING BACK. Jason got Brucie boy who despite being emotionally constipated did LOVE Jason as a son.

Both their mentors/father figures took away their ability to help people over a well intentioned mistake. This taught their mentees (whether on purpose or not) that they were only accepted when they are useful and that their love is conditional. This is NOT what bruce intended but he is too traumatised a up his own ass to verbally affirm his love for Jason, and because he never TOLD jason that he was his son, or that he loved him, Jason never knew.

After their ability to superhero was taken away both of them rebelled in an attempt to find love (Peter trying to prove he IS worthy and win Tony's love and Jason tried to get affection from Sheila Haywood because he believed so deeply that Bruce's love was impossible to attain)

In both cases they ended up with a warehouse on top of them.

Peter had slowly been realising over the course of Homecoming that Tony DIDN'T love him, and that tony WASN'T coming to save him from the building. So peter knew he had to get himself out of that situation and he only had this revelation because he had an example of what real love looks like (MJ, Ned, May etc). When jason was in that warehouse in Ethiopia he took Sheila's betrayal as proof that he was undeserving of love and therfore, he thought no one was coming to save him AND ACCEPTED THAT. Particularly heartbreaking because Batman WAS coming to save him, but didn't arrive in time.

Peter (in my au at least) heals from Tony and Vulture with his family, friends and other heroes (cough daredevil cough). But Jason never got that chance, after he was resurrected he found out abt tim and abt the Joker surviving and took it as FURTHER confirmation that Bruce never loved him.

Jason returns to Gotham and eventually comes to a sort of truce with batman but he feels like he can never truly be a part of the family again because of what he's been through. Batman believes so deeply in second chances, but thats the issue. Bruce EXPECTS jason to change, change his methods and his morality. Even though nothing about who jason is was his choice, he literally couldn't change if he wanted to.

Peter (despite having a no kill rule) doesnt expect this from him. Sure he will actively sabotage kill shots or stand in the way, but he won't ask him to change (experience with deadpool and punisher).

This results in Jason changing his methods OF HIS OWN FREE WILL, because he sees how much the killing upsets Spider-Man, and how he has never asked him to stop.

Jason would be fiercely protective of Peter, because symbolically, it is jason seeing and accepting that he is NOT peter and he shouldn't be. But also how easy it would have been for Peter to end up like him.

Ultimatley Peter is able to give Jason the one thing he needs, a support system. And Jason can give Peter what he needs in Gotham, someone to look after him, feed him, clothe him, help him through the Pit rage.

Basically this duo is super important to me and you can pry them from my cold dead hands.

#jason todd and peter parker #i love them sm #THE PARALLELSSS #Ahhh #green through and through #menaces #my faves #fanart but im the creator #is it rlly fanart?#who knows #fanfic kinda #peter parker and the batfam #dark matter by mystercyclone #a shining spiderweb by selador

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 years

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Made for Him I

Warnings: this fic includes dark content including rape/noncon, blood and gore, violence, death, grief, and other potential triggering elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Peter finds himself alone after the loss of those around him, so he decides to find a cure to his grief.

Characters: Peter Parker

Note: I’m still very sick. I dug this out of my WiPs because I desperately wanna power through it.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.

Love you all like Garfield loves lasagna. Take care. 💖

The Creator

On July 8th, 1822, Percy Bysshe Shelley drowned just off the coast of Livorno. His wife was famous for the resurrection of the fictional monster and the misguided doctor for whom her penultimate novel was named. Peter cradled the very one in his hand, the spine bent and the pages well worn by his habitual delve into the horror of Victor Frankenstein.

His readings were studious and almost religious in nature as he worshipped the pages alongside the library of textbooks, theses, and medical reports that lined the shelves of his office.

The foamy waters flowed in and wetted the sand around his toes as he sat close in the folding chair he brought out daily to bask in the hot Italian sun. Sometimes he let the book rest in his lap as he closed his eyes to the sun and wondered if it was near that very point that Mary’s husband met his tragic fate. If he lounged on the very sands he was said to have met his rumoured lover and another poet. The fantasy carried Peter away for a time only to send him crashing back down.

One year to the day he left New York and he was growing impatient. He’d waited long enough as his trust only matured on the day he got his final degree, the one with the three vaunted letters below the golden crest. The only remnant of his former mentor, the man who showed him that life could grow in a lab, though he had only ever rendered it in metal and code.

Peter wanted more than the cold armour and robotic voices, he could take Stark’s legacy and give it true life. He knew he could.

More than creation, he wanted love. He wanted a stalwart he could depend on, not the flaky girl he met in high school who broke his heart. He wanted to take the fiction in his grasp and turn it into fact. He wanted the world to know that he was more than Tony Stark’s pity project, he was a reckoning.

He stood and folded up the chair, carrying it by the cloth handle as he kept the book open and walked blindly across the uneven sand. He was at his favourite part, where the monster hid in the barn and the inherent spark of kindness drove him to complete the chores of the overwrought family.

Then there came the reality of a harsh and unloving world, one he swore to never let touch his creation. He would only give them love, give them the perfect life he longed to have. The one he could live, just not alone.

The stone steps led up to the open terrace of the beach house that looked out onto the hot Mediterranean shore. The place was isolated but lively as the songbirds nested in the trees and the sun was ever shining above. It was the perfect retreat for the retired Avenger. The world didn’t need him anymore, he was dispensable. That kid, Miles, took up the mantle and the world forgot about Peter Parker.

He set the wooden chair down against the wall as he entered through the slatted door and closed the book at last. He passed through the curved archways and entered the airy kitchen, the open windows letting in the balmy Italian breezes.

He poured dark grinds into the drip percolator and waited for the strong espresso to seep through. He took his small cup when there was enough to savour and shifted it over to the island at the center of the space.

He kicked aside the rug and bent to hook his fingers in the indent along the hatch and lifted it with a grunt. He reached for his mug and carefully descended. He sipped as he came to the bottom and flipped on the switch to light up the space.

Everything was laid out in eager preparation. Over a year’s worth of planning resided in his secret space. One wall was lined with the endless texts he poured over between spurts of exhaustion-laced sleep, on the other, a vast array of equipment including beakers, microscopes, surgical tools, a tome secreted from Strange’s panoply of mystic fascinations, and several monitors floating from metal arms drilled into the wall.

At the center of the room was a large metal bed, shining and sterile. All he needed was there, a collection started years before he even considered the Italian retreat. He swore that day when he was through the tears and wrenching heartache of abandonment that he would never be left alone again. Not after his parents, or Tony, or May or MJ. He was ready to give his life away; to give life.

He just needed the proper parts to do so.

🧪

The head was the hardest part.

Not harder to find than the other pieces, each kept preserved in a special compartment to keep them from mortification. He harvested them quickly, his first few attempts at the morgue proving too late. So he frequented the hospitals, hiding in vents and other tight spaces, using those tricks from his days of heroics to go unseen in his diligent but grim work.

He found a few women he didn’t mind but they just weren’t right. He needed eyes that made him feel fuzzy and a smile that made his heart flutter. He came this far and wouldn’t settle for anything but perfection.

He knew the moment he saw her; disguised in a set of scrubs and a surgical mask, his reddish brown hair hidden beneath a cap as he watched her wheeled by. He was there when they called it and the machines went silent. There wasn’t time to linger as the doctor and nurses were called to their next patient.

Peter kept to the back and waited for the rest to disperse to the next code and shut the door. He hopped up and pushed in the ceiling tile, wiggling through to grab the cube hidden within and slipping back down.

She looked peaceful as he opened the case, the cool fog rising from the top as he set it on the tray and rolled it around the bed. She died of an aneurysm, so sudden she didn’t have time to look petrified. It made him sad to think of a life extinguished in the bat of an eye. Even if it was to his benefit.

As he sterilized the saw he pulled from his canvas kit, he figured it was meant to be. She was gone too soon and he was in need of a pretty face. He placed the teeth of the blade to her neck and paused. He couldn’t wait much longer, he had to get it done or it would be another one for the bin.

He began the grizzly deed, careful to slice through as cleanly as possible. The blood leaked out into the white sheets and onto the pillow and as he detached her head completely, it turned to an ocean, spurting violently from her neck. He cradled her head as he slipped it into a plastic bag and sealed it before placing it in the refrigerated case.

He closed it and slung the strap over his chest, lifting his arm to string a web to the open ceiling. He hauled himself into the vent and slid the tile back into place. He began the careful crawl, the final piece of the puzzle jostling on his shoulders.

He would burn his gown, cap and mask when he got out, the iron scent of her blood was starting to make him sick.

🧪

Peter felt the cold even through the thermal layer of his suit. His visor allowed for him to pinpoint his focus on the precise merging of nerve ends and tight stitches of his intent assembly. The laboratory was kept below zero for his work to preserve the parts until he could revive them.

He turned up the heat in his suit to keep from shivering as he feared a single mistake.

After several scans, Peter found the brain to be beyond repair. He was disappointed but he found an easy solution. He was reluctant to throw away the pretty face; the face that had come to colour his dreams. So he found a new brain instead, young and fresh, without a flaw.

He found himself distracted by the long lashes as he fit her open skull with its new motor. If he thought of it as just another suit, it wasn’t as repulsive as blood stained the table and his gloves.

He hunched over and worked at connecting the brain stem, switching out his tools and repositioning to keep from damaging the ridges. It was the most important part of the process and he didn’t want to try again. He couldn’t go through it again. This was it. He knew it by the way he just couldn’t stop seeing that face; in his dreams, in his waking thoughts, and in its case, awaiting rebirth.

He would give her a precious gift but she would give him more. How could she not love her creator? Her saviour.

Peter replaced the top of her skull and forged it back into place, the laser singing a line around her scalp. He had a collection of wigs she could wear until it grew back and he could graft on a new set of follicles if needed. He wanted her to feel as beautiful as he saw her.

Done, he stepped back and admired his work, twelve hours of intent and tedious labour over her. The pieces fit together well and he was hardly disappointed. He didn’t care that the stitches would leave scars like spider webs across her flesh. He thought that made her even more gorgeous. He could hardly keep from trembling in excitement.

He placed the metal band around her brow and the transmitter on her chest. Every nerve, every muscle, every part of her was hardwired with delicate attention. He knew he could bring her back. Victor Frankenstein would blush to see it done right.

Peter went to the computer as the hoop connected to the table scanned every inch of her and showed no error in his assembly. Her neural network looked like a roadmap and her body was still untouched by decay or rigor mortis. It was now or never.

He keyed in the final command and a sudden hum went through the lab. He winced as he felt a force flow through his suit in the frigid room and her body twitched as the transmitter pulsed at her chest and the ring around her head vibrated. He checked the screen as he waited for a response. He dragged his finger over the monitor to increase the power.

“Come on, please,” he begged the universe, “I did it. I know I di--”

The heart rate suddenly jumped from the glowing red zero to an orange forty-three, then sixty, peaking at a blue one hundred, and calming to a steady sixty-seven. The computer began to beep in time with her pulse and her brain turned to a sudden rainbow of activity. He glanced over at her but she remained unmoving.

He felt a squeezing pain in his chest. Did he miss something? Maybe he was wrong? Maybe it would always just be fiction, a fantasy. He would always be alone, always a failure. He came around the desk and went to the table and looked her over.

He touched her chest and felt the beating of her heart beneath the sensors and lifted his fingers below her nose. She was breathing. So why then, wouldn’t she wake up?

#made for him #horror au #au #frankenstein #peter parker #dark peter parker #dark!peter parker #peter parker x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #mcu #marvel #spider-man #avengers

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infiniteeight8 · 5 months

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OH MY GOD!

now I want a continuation about Tony Stark and the soul stone

I’m sorry I made you all wait this long for the second part of this, because I got two separate Asks requesting a continuation, so I know you folks were eager for it! The good news is, the intervening time allowed me to figure out what I wanted to do with it, which I didn’t at first. 😀 In other good news, because I got two Asks, you are getting two follow ups! This is the first, and the second will be next up (hopefully tomorrow but no guarantees).

Edited to add a link to part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/infiniteeight8/733934828920225792/magical-artifact-chose-tony-stark?source=share

They’re all a little shocked when Thanos finally goes down. According to the Soul Stone, he’s not just dead, but completely eliminated right down to the soul. There will be no resurrections here. After a minute, just absorbing the fact that Thanos was down and not getting up again, everyone looks at Strange.

This isn’t the timeline that Strange saw. Tony knows that. But the wizard’s expression is calm, even reassuring. “We won,” he promises them. “Thanos is no more.”

Star-Man—or whatever—and his crew drift off into a little knot, talking among themselves. Maybe about what comes next. Maybe about the one Tony gathers they lost. Tony’s not sure he cares, because Strange has said something to Peter, and although he glances at Tony in concern, he nods and moves off to give them some privacy.

Tony sits down on a chunk of rock and sighs. He’s not sure he’s ready for this conversation. The Soul Stone is silent. Who knows what that means. Maybe it just understand that he needs some time.

Strange sits down next to him. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly.

Tony shoots him a surprised glance. “What for?”

“I know how we won.” Strange taps the pendant that houses the Time Stone. “That’s not a sacrifice anyone should be forced into.”

Tony snorts. “Better me than billions of others.”

Strange laughs at that. It’s not a hard laugh, a laugh because otherwise you’ll cry. No, it actually sounds happy. “And that’s why I’m also not sorry,” he says. “In the timeline I saw, the one where we ‘won’,” Tony can hear the quotes, “you gave your life to save the rest of us. Selfishly, I think this is better.”

Selfishly, huh? Tony thinks. His apparent future death didn’t feel real to him. It wasn’t much different than any other time his friends had worried an Iron Man mission would be the end of him. But Strange looked haunted to speak of it. It was real to him. It was real, and it mattered.

The Soul Stone had said Strange would welcome him.

He looks at Strange and manages a smile. “Call me Tony.”

Strange smiles back. “Stephen,” he says.

(Sorry about the no actual Soul Stone shenanigans this time! Stephen and Tony needed a minute to connect. Next time, I promise.)

#IronStrange #ficlet

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revengewitch · 5 months

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If you like homeless Peter Parker click click!

What you'll find in this fic: -Homeless Peter who is forgotten by everyone and thinks he is cursed -A Tony Stark who is resurrected and remembers nothing, and is also a little different -Finally, a sprinkle(?) of darkness

#marvel #ao3 #peter parker #tony stark #archive of our own #dark tony stark #iron man #irondad #spider man #spiderman #iron dad and spider son #irondad and spiderson #irondad spiderson #iron dad

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starker-sorbet · 1 year

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When Tony was captured at a weapons demo in Afghanistan all he thought about was getting back to his lover Peter. He was what got Tony through the torture at the hands of the Ten Rings and what inspired him to come up with the idea for an armored suit to escape in.

So it was a great shock for Tony to wake up one morning not to the harsh commands of his captors but to his loves voice calling his name and promising to heal him now he's safe. His love who was covered in the blood and gore of what was most likely the entirety of the Ten Rings who had occupied the cave, if the shear amount covering him was any indication. And the silence that was seeping into the cave.

But what shook Tony wasn't Peter's presence, or even that he was here with Tony, it was the curved horns atop his head alongside a pair of wings at his back.

And all Tony could think was 'huh my lover's a demon'.

#starker #pre iron man #kinda #demon peter #peter rescuing tony #also if your wondering about yinsen #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#i like to think peter dropped him off home with a mysteriously resurrected family #and a post on his chest saying thank you #but its up to you #moodboard #my moodboard

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preciousbarnes · 1 year

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Masterlist

♡-fluff ☄-angst ☽-smut (minors dni, 18+ content) ☢-work contains triggers

𝙤𝙣𝙚-𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨

you were my versailles at night - peter parker x reader (♡☄☢)

summary: after a rough evening, feelings are discussed. inspired by lyrics in the song fourth of july by fall out boy.

sex pollen - peter parker x reader (☽)

summary: its what it says on the tin

i bet you think about me (tony's version) - tony stark x reader (☄)

summary: a falling out between tony stark and reader, inspiration from i bet you think about me (taylor's version) by taylor swift, lyrics bolded and italicized belong to Taylor Swift

happy ever after - bucky barnes x reader (♡)

summary: bucky gets asked the question of his long lifetime.

languages of love - bucky barnes x reader (♡)

summary: bucky and you are complete opposites in day to day life. you’re a local florist, surrounded by plants and soft colors. bucky is grumpy and rough around the edges. at nights together, his softer side shows, whispering sweet nothings to you that you love but never understand.

by your side - bucky barnes x reader (♡☄)

summary: you get badly injured on a mission, and bucky doesn't handle it well.

misunderstandings - bucky barnes x reader (♡☄)

summary: bucky comes home and overhears a phone call that chills him to the bone.

𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨

remember me - bucky barnes x reader (♡☄)

summary: after a mission gone wrong, bucky is left completely changed from the man you married. a multi-part, on-going series. status: wip, masterlist coming soon

promises - mafia boss!bucky barnes x reader, mafia!avengers

summary: when your parents are murdered in cold blood, you turn to the most feared man on the east coast for answers. status: wip, will have 3 parts, masterlist coming soon

𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙨/𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨

morgan stark, father figure peter, resurrected tony idea

peter asking you to marry him

bucky on a first date

tony asking you to marry him

bucky responding to a new nickname from you

𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨

nothing yet ;)

𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙤𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨

bucky showing you brooklyn

first time with tony

mafia boss bucky

𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙦𝙪𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨

baby spider - peter parker x reader

protective steve - steve & bucky

Requests are: OPEN Last Updated: April 14th, 2023

#preciousbarnes masterlist

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tessatales · 1 year

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✨Multifandom Masterlist!✨

I can’t believe I’ve just done this… but I was trying to edit my master list and instead ended up deleting it! 😫 so here it is all over again I guess!

Touch starved series: (complete)

Loki x Reader - 28th October 2021

Natasha x Reader - 30th October 2021

Peter x Reader - 26th November 2021

Bucky x Reader - 30th November 2021

Tony x Reader - 20th January 2022

Dr Strange x Reader - 23rd January 2022

Bruce x Reader - 26th January 2022

Pietro x Reader - 9th May 2022

Steve x Reader - 16th May 2022

Kate x Reader - 1st June 2022

Thor x Reader - 17th November 2022

Wanda x Reader - 26th November 2022

Clint x Reader - 3rd December 2022

Yelena x Reader - 17th December 2022

Marc Spector x Reader -

Steven Grant x Reader -

Jake Lockley x Reader -

Part 2 to Pietro x Read is here (released 21st November 2022)

Coming soon... Touch starved Moon Boys (Marc, Steven and Jake):

they will be a system, it will just be how each one reacts obviously

Touch starved ❤️ Reader ❤️

My touch starved reader works are here:

Reader x Peter - 30th November 2022

My other Works!

Here’s a list of my other fanfiction:

Drunks and Pizza, What could go wrong? (Clint Barton x Reader)

Past Scars and Future Hopes (Loki x reader) (Oneshot)

Is That What You Think? (Bucky x reader) (Oneshot)

The Resurrection of Love (Spencer Reid x OFC) (LongFic)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 !!!PAUSED!!!

The Sins of the Winter Soldier Bucky x Reader

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, (paused due to moving house!)

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ao3feed-superbat · 1 month

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Peter Parkers Unreliable Guide to Getting Adopted

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/po4emzK by marooni0 Peter has so many questions. The first of them being, Gotham? The second one comes in the form of a realization, and that is that Dave does not know who he is. The third, Peter discovers as he reaches into his suit, and it is that he does not know where that Infinity Stone went. He is so fucked. (updates every other week) Words: 2211, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), DCU (Comics), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Bruce Wayne, Tony Stark, Wade Wilson, Matt Murdock, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Duke Thomas, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Webb, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Bruce Wayne, Peter Parker & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Duke Thomas, Tim Drake & Peter Parker, Stephanie Brown & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Cassandra Webb, Peter Parker & Damian Wayne, Peter Parker & Alfred Pennyworth, Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Dimension Travel, Peter Parker Has Anxiety, no beta we die like jason todd, Deadpool being Deadpool, Ashes Scene in Avengers: Infinity War Part 1, Crossover, Batfamily (DCU), Domestic Batfamily (DCU), Tim Drake is Not Okay, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Adoptive Parent Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson is a Ray of Sunshine, Jason Todd Has Issues, Resurrected Jason Todd, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Damian Wayne is Robin, Damian Wayne is a Little Shit, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Duke Thomas is Signal, Metahuman Duke Thomas read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/po4emzK

#ao3feed #superbat #world's finest #Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 1 month

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Peter Parkers Unreliable Guide to Getting Adopted

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54644611 by marooni0 Peter has so many questions. The first of them being, Gotham? The second one comes in the form of a realization, and that is that Dave does not know who he is. The third, Peter discovers as he reaches into his suit, and it is that he does not know where that Infinity Stone went. He is so fucked. (updates every other week) Words: 2211, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), DCU (Comics), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Bruce Wayne, Tony Stark, Wade Wilson, Matt Murdock, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Duke Thomas, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Webb, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Bruce Wayne, Peter Parker & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Duke Thomas, Tim Drake & Peter Parker, Stephanie Brown & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Cassandra Webb, Peter Parker & Damian Wayne, Peter Parker & Alfred Pennyworth, Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Dimension Travel, Peter Parker Has Anxiety, no beta we die like jason todd, Deadpool being Deadpool, Ashes Scene in Avengers: Infinity War Part 1, Crossover, Batfamily (DCU), Domestic Batfamily (DCU), Tim Drake is Not Okay, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Adoptive Parent Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson is a Ray of Sunshine, Jason Todd Has Issues, Resurrected Jason Todd, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Damian Wayne is Robin, Damian Wayne is a Little Shit, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Duke Thomas is Signal, Metahuman Duke Thomas read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54644611

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

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awyeahitssam · 10 months

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Tony has the stones. He has no guarantee that they can resurrect the dead, though, and he isn’t willing to take the chance that Peter won’t come back.

Five presences are pressing alongside his mind, and he reaches out to the time and reality stones. He is urged to step forward, and the battlefield before him vanishes for another. He is standing on a ship, and given knowledge of exactly what happened here, once. At least half the ship’s passengers are already lost.

Tony had appeared in the corner of a large, still room. The other power stone gleams from Thanos’ gauntlet, resting against Thor’s temple as he writhes in agony. At this moment in time, there are two of them.

“Alright, stop!” Loki shouts.

“We don’t have the tesseract.” Thor pants from Thanos’ feet. “It was destroyed on Asgard.”

As the brother’s exchange a look, and before another infinity stone can be pulled into this place, Tony chimes in. “Is this what you’re looking for, Grimace?”

Glowing blue eyes shift to Tony, and he allows the helmet of his suit to peel back. “Stark,” Thanos recognizes, and then his gaze falls to the five gleaming stones on his armored hand. “No.” It is a whisper, almost a dread.

“Five to one, Thanos,” Tony smiles at him like a wolf, all teeth and hunger. “That means I win.”

Tony snaps.

Thanos’ eyes go wide, and he moves to use the power stone, but Tony’s already written it from reality. Around the last Titan, an army disintegrates, and across the galaxy it does the same. Thanos makes a sound of impotent fury that twists into something agonized, and he falls to the floor, writhing even as his atoms disintegrate.

We find we like you, Anthony Edward Stark,

The dead Aesir come to life abruptly, all wounds healing over, health restored. On Earth, the land that Tony had owned in this time but never developed came into use. A village builds itself, mirroring what the Aesir had built in the future, along a lake that he will not watch his daughter grow up beside.

Whisper the stones into his mind.

Pepper had already been pregnant for two weeks, at this point, and Morgan will still exist, but she will not be born into a world of horrible, aching loss. It’s been years since he’s loved her as a newborn, but he can do it again. This time, she’ll get to meet her brother Peter.

You request rather than ordering. Such… an uncommon trait.

A nearby, beloved voice speaks for the first time in eight years. “Your vitals appear to be critical, sir.” There he was, his baby boy, his Jarvis, and god fucking damn it, everything was worth it just for that.

Energies swirl and twine, then begin to slow. After an infinite stretch, the stones are inert.

Tony falls.

#Tony Stark #ficlet #my writing #so uh #do I have anyone in my circle that would enjoy this on here?#I've got more written but #you might've heard that thing #screaming into the void and whatnot...

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#and his BORING resurrection 🙄 sent me into space

Hey MC! I know this ask is like over a month old, but it's in reference this post re: Flash Thompson's resurrection and I'm still thinking about it.

So, like, since Flash officially came back from Klyntar-hive-limbo in Venom (2018) #34, there really hasn't been much exploration at all on how he's been handling it.

(Venom #32, #34; Cates, Coello)

He's been around, yeah, with a small part in Amazing Spider-Man #900, a cameo in Dark Web #1 (which unfortunately did NOT include him beating the shit out of Norman Osborn), and of course fairly heavy involvement in Savage Avengers and Extreme Carnage... But even in the latter two, it feels bland? Like how is this man just so chill about what's happened? He was dead. He was fucking. Dead.

I'm thinking about it because I recently started reading the fantastic Iron Man (2020) run by Chris Cantwell & Cafu, et. al, and it DOES actually address Tony coming back from the dead and how he's going through this big personal crisis. It's really wonderful and it honestly has me a little bit salty that we've had Tony and Flash in the same room and neither of them have mentioned the fact that they were both dead during the same period of time. Like, y'all are just not going to mention it? At all?

More than that, his reunions haven't been much to write home about. The best one so far was definitely with Andi Benton in Extreme Carnage, the one with Peter in #900 was laughably bad (ntm Flash kinda looks like a discount Eddie Brock which is, uh, jarring to say the least), and even though he had this big conversation with Eddie in Venom #33, they haven't crossed paths even once since then.

(Top: Extreme Carnage, Bottom: ASM #900 and Dark Web #1)

On the note of Dark Web, it is actually kind of legitimately upsetting to me that we haven't gotten really anything about Flash's reaction to Harry dying while Flash was still, you know, dead. This is the second time Flash has had to endure the loss of one of his oldest friends, and we just get nothing? At this point we're going to get to Harry's next resurrection before Flash says anything about it.

I will, actually, give this to Savage Avengers. There's a little bit of.. hmm.. shall we say, reading between the lines for it, but there's this little insight from Deathlok (Miles Morales... it's a whole thing) about Flash and how he kind of jumped headlong into his dalliance with Dagger (Tandy Bowen). It's not much, but it's something, and it does do something nice as far as explaining why he would do something kind of impulsive after having been, you know, DEAD.

(Savage Avengers #5, #9, and #10)

Anyways, I think that for Flash's resurrection, he and Tandy and Ty should have a threesome. It would be fun. Rivals to lovers or something.

(Savage Avengers #8)

Overall, I've been disappointed by the Flash Situation since his return, and while I'm glad he's back, I do sometimes wonder if a few more years in the ground wouldn't have hurt. At least let there be consequences to his return! I also wouldn't complain if he stopped being Anti-Venom, but that's another rant you can read here.

Thanks for the ask and giving me an opportunity to go off about something I've been thinking about for almost exactly 2 years!

#flash thompson #savage avengers #amazing spider-man #dark web #extreme carnage #agent anti-venom #venom #asked and answered #so normal about this boy can't you tell!!!!!#half looking forward to half dreading summer of symbiotes #kita talks comics

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