#daddy!strange

Alright! I said I'd post when I made 25 but I am sleepy so have these! Little Peter galore! Also, I apologize for the quality, the app just wriggles the pixel around without my consent.

Tagging @professional-benaddict @starkeristheendgame @petersmocha and @vanillapeter @puppypeter because you guys are the best and you adore him as a little so tada!

Peter got an instant camera for a holiday and ever since then he is a menace; the team turns round and bam! A flashing light and a bewildered image in Peter's hand appears. Tony loves it as much as he desperately wants the camera to mysteriously vanish. He won't do it, of course. His baby adores the camera. But that doesn't mean the billionaire ain't pulling all the stops to distract Pete with new gadgets and toys. Steve and Carol have, by now, simply accepted it.

While starker is endgame, sometimes starkerstrange or um, is it captainironspider will pop up. I don't really see Peter as actually being a kid, he's a consenting adult that likes to spend time in a little headspace every once in awhile. His boyfriend Tony absolutely adores him as a little and as a lover; it's just a new dynamic to explore within their relationship.

I, at least, tend to think that they express romantic affection as well as platonic affection when Peter's little, but I know some people don't particularly care for that so if I do post a manip or general content that's explicit in that way (say, a little French kissing instead of tiny and cute pecks), I'll warn you guys at the top of the post.

Y/N Strange x Bucky Barnes

“Y/N, s-st-“ Bucky tried to speak but was breathless from the sensation of your mouth wrapped around his cock. The warmth pushing him closer to the edge as the nails of one of his hands dig into the couch, his other hand buried in your hair to guide your head. He also knew you loved that, having your hair pulled, not too tight but enough to be dominated. “Oh, doll,” he makes out through gritted teeth and his lips parting and going dry. You needed to finish him, you needed to be taken care of. Licking a stripe up the shaft of his twitching cock along the vein sent him overboard. He pulled away in time to finish on your chest, your chest was bare seeing as you had just gotten out of the shower and had nothing on.

Bucky guided you up and cleaned you off using his shirt that he had taken off upon your request, leaving his torso bare. It wasn’t that you liked the muscle or the abs or anything like that, which you did, but you loved seeing his arm, his medal arm. After cleaning you he brought you to straddling his lap. “Doll, That could get us into serious trouble. In the middle of Stark Towers, anyone could walk in like your dad, or Tony and goodness forbid little Peter.”

“That’s why we should hury but it was your fault, I came out of the shower and you started doing that thing.” “That thing?” He raises his brows and smirks. “Yes, that thing.” “I have no idea-oh, you mean this thing.” He snakes his actual arm around your back and pulls you closer. His head comes down and his tongue meets your nipple. You shake your head. “Oh, this thing.” He smiles as he teases the other, gently letting his thumb go across the sensitive skin. You bite your lip to contain a moan and grind your crotch lower against his. He continues until you’re a wriggling mess, until your head falls back as your back arches and he hangs on to keep you from falling. Just as you reach to touch your heat the cool touch of medal between your legs, then entering you, in and out. You were so close, so damn close, when just as luck would have it, the two of you weren’t alone anymore.

“Uh....hi...” Thor waves with a smile and wide eyes. “You have a....nice.” He gestures to your entire body before covering his eyes, although peeking through a gap in his fingers, but he turns to be respectful.

“Thankyou, Thor.” You rose quickly and grabbed your clothes.

“I am not alone. You may want to hurry Ms Strange.”

“Shit.” You spat and your boyfriend, Bucky, helps you strap your bra, well at least he tries as you zip your jeans. “Thor, sweetheart, would you be a dear and give us a hand?”

“Yes.” He nods and comes over, simply helping you snap it and just as you hear footsteps approaching from the hall and Tony steps in with your dad you manage to get your T-shirt on. It was a vneck, not leaving much to imagination, not that it was slutty, it just fit well. Your still somewhat damp soaked hair fell on your shoulders, the color of your fathers. You breathe a sigh of relief.

Tony gives you a look, like he may have heard something. You avert your eyes downwards.

“Strange.” Bucky smiles, he had never learned how to really greet your dad.

“Barnes.” Your dad snapped.

“I’m thirsty,” you say simply looking into the fridge.

“We heard.” Your dad an Tony speak together.

“Fuck.” You hissed.

“You have your mothers mouth, Y/N.”

“She did swear a lot.”

“Not what I meant.”

“I’d rather not hear those things about my parents, but thanks.”

“You didn’t walk in on us.”

Tony sea what is happening and gestures for he and Bucky to step out, so they leave walking backwards. Your dad uses his power to bring Bucky back.

“You. Take her.” The cloak removes itself from your dad and attaches to you, dragging you out. Tony follows.

“You.” Stephen glances up from his teacup to Bucky and gently placed it down. “You’ve got a generous 30 seconds to tell me where the bruise on her right brea-“

You fought your way back to the door and held on, Cloak still pulling you.

“I’m a grown woman, y’know?”

“Yes, thankyou for your input. Bye-Bye.” He uses his power to move you out, shut the door and lock it.

Varying degrees of white.

Playful puppies always get rewards.