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"Stop fighting me, spiderling," Tony said with a wicked grin. "You know there's no stopping me." Oh, Peter never ceased to entertain him with that dumb little hero-complex of his.

"I'll never stop, Tony," Peter hissed through gritted teeth and launched himself at Tony once again. It wasn't hard for Tony to evade his actions and he Peter's wrists within the iron grips of his suit, pinning the kid against the wall mid-air. Tony inhaled sharply at the collision, and bit his lips looking down at the pretty kid. A shame, really, that he hadn't given in. Yet.

The first time Tony ever laid his eyes upon Peter, he knew he wanted him by his side. As a toy, a pet, or perhaps in a long, more distant future, his lover and partner in crime. 

He'd make sure Peter would learn to trust him. It was only a matter of time.

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Moodboard & Text for @muse-of-gods as a gift for the @starkerfestivals Holiday Exchange!!! ♥️

Haikyuu week 2020: Day 6: We Don’t Need Things Like Memories: Begunnings and Endings

ok guys, i need some help, how in the world do you describe an accent with out saying “southern” or “Asian” or whatever the name of the accent really is?

I knew that at least one person would request this! Help. Okay so... Here we go!!! 😈

It's time foooooooooorrrrrr... "Amok Time" by Five Year Mission! (Idk what’s worse about having to write a Starker fic based on this song; 1) the fact that it exposes my obsession with Star Trek TOS even through my taste of music, 2) the fact that it’s AMOK TIME on the 69th place bc of the homoerotic content of the episode the song is based on, or 3) the fact that I went like “I can totally write a realistic drabble about Starker in Space lollll. Either way… Enjoy this Starker/Star Trek/Fuck or Die thingy… I guess? ;P)

#69: Amok Time (listen here!)

Peter was the youngest Starfleet Captain to have ever existed, and rightfully so. He’d superseded the outstanding legacy of Captain James T. Kirk with his quick thinking and creative solutions to the issues at hand on the USS Avenger. 

Later, after this whole incident was over, Peter knew this might be one of the most creative ideas he’s ever had to ensure the safety of his crew, but right now, he could not think about it even if he wanted to. Stark’s cock in his ass sure managed to take over his ability to think straight. 

“Stark!” Peter cried out, panting heavily underneath the man. Stark whined, a low grunt rumbling from the depths of the Vulcan’s throat. 

“Mine,” he hissed, pounding his Captain harder. “You’re mine, Peter.”

Peter didn’t know if Stark would still feel the same way once his blood fever passed, but at this moment, Peter couldn’t care less. He nodded desperately, his nails clawing at Stark’s back hard enough to draw green droplets of blood. “Yours, I’m yours!”

I hope you have a great day with lots of cookies and mulled wine!

Hi there! Thank you so much for your kind words, I hope you have a wonderful day as well! And yes, lucky number seven indeed! <3 Here's a little ficlet based on the song "Green Green Dress" from the movie Tick, Tick... Boom! I hope you like it!

#7: Green Green Dress (listen here!)

“Peter… What is this?” Tony said, his voice uncertain and unsteady as he picked up the green piece of fabric from the floor. He’d decided to give his boyfriend a surprise visit in his little studio apartment but was surprised to find… Well, this. Tony had hoped it wouldn’t be what he thought it was, but now that he held it, there was no room for doubt. It was a dress. A pretty, green dress. What was Peter doing with this? He wasn’t… Secretly seeing a girl now, was he?

Peter’s eyes widened, and blood rushed to his cheeks. His jaw dropped, but then he quickly clamped his teeth together. He rushed to sit up from where he was lying in his bed.

“Tony! Tony, it’s not what you think it is-”

“No? Isn’t it?” Tony hissed, his anger finally finding its way outwards. “Because it sure looks like a dress, doesn’t it? Who does it belong to? MJ? Some other chick from MIT you failed to tell me about? You better fucking explain this!”

Peter lowered his gaze and anxiously played with his fingers, before looking up again, tears in his eyes.

“I-It’s mine.”

“I fucking kn- Wait.” Tony felt his anger twist into a strange sense of confusion. “What do you mean, it’s yours?”

“I like to… Play around with it? I- It makes me feel… Pretty. God, Tony, I’m so sorry,” Peter babbled and stood up to quickly grab the dress back from Tony’s prying eyes. “You were never meant to find it, it’s so fucking disgusting, I swear I’ll throw it out, and-”

Thank you so much for sending in a number! It's time for a not so lovey-dovey theme.... Get ready for stalker/young!Tony!

#22: Stalker's Tango

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Tony knew that he should've backed off weeks ago. Peter, the cute boy in his Practical Engineering classes at MIT, had made it abundantly clear he already had a girlfriend, MJ, and that he was not interested in Tony whatsoever. But Tony… Fuck it. He knew Peter would be so much happier with him instead. He could give Peter the world, and more. 

So he'd started slipping notes (which Peter politely thanked him for at first, but later ignored), started asking him out on dates, started spreading rumors about Peter giving him those secret, longing stares (Peter was staring at him, so it wasn't a lie!). Much to his liking, the rumors took off, and Tony's attention started to create a certain tension between the two lovebirds. See? If it was that fragile, it wasn't meant to be in the first place. Peter wasn't made for MJ…

… He was made for him, and him alone.

"Tony, you gotta fuck off, you hear me? I'm done playing your games!" Peter hissed at him last class, after a massive fight with MJ that Tony hoped they wouldn't be able to fix. If that stupid girl got her hands off his destined lover, surely Peter would finally see Tony was the right guy for him.

Peter would never find anyone better than him. It wasn't that difficult to wrap your head around. 

To prove it, Tony started following Peter a few days ago. Trying to figure out his routine, and all the things he liked to do. Right at that moment, Peter seemed to have noticed him. Peter's eyes went wide, and he gripped his backpack tighter, fastening his pace.

Oh, baby, Tony thought adoringly, it's no use, I know exactly where you're going.  

This is a sad one, 'm sorry! Thanks for sending in a number! <3

#4: I Love You But I Love Me More

Peter sobbed silently as he approached the Stark Tower. He hated this, hated that he had to do this, but he just couldn’t deal with Tony’s shit anymore. He’d been patient, he’d been strong, but if Tony was truly this stuck in his old ways even after so many years of therapy and couple's counseling… Well, then Peter had to choose himself.

Once he finally walked in, he tried to look his cheery self, but he felt awful. His heart was frozen, making him numb, and his hands trembled where he'd stuffed them into the pockets of his worn jacket.

Dammit. Why did it have to be like this?

He knew Tony wouldn't be on his personal floor right now, so he stepped into the elevator and went up. Once he got there, he shrugged his backpack off his shoulders and quickly stuffed it with the very few belongings he left here over time. Some of his study books, a couple of shirts… and once his back was packed, he took the note he wrote from his pocket and carefully placed it onto Tony's coffee table. He bit down his lip and read it one last time.