#thequeenoffish

Okay okay, sorry for the cliff hanger everybody!

First off, yes! Yes, they seemed familiar with me, I guess?? Like, they didn't know who I was, that's for sure. They didn't call me "mom" or "mommy"- they kept calling me "Petey" which was just- it's so weird! So weird, and I hated it, but... y'know.

They immediately warmed up to me, and they're all over me any time Tony brings them with him, so I guess that's progress!

Hello! *w*@thors-soft-cheeks and I decided to start this thing but I’m not sure if there’s a tag already going around! We could agree on one!

I can see where you are coming from, but I think people see it as affection due to the Thor 1 deleted scene where Thor performs the same gesture in a loving way

yeah but the thing is, right

have you ever gone to smth, and some fucker goes “don’t i get a hug?” and you feel the social pressure to relent and hug this person, who for whatever reason you did not want to hug in the first place, that’s--

gross. like, i don’t really think it’s cool to force physical affection on somebody when they’re really obviously in a disturbed state, and i know that if sb tries to hug me while i’m just having an episode i freak out and am very uncomfortable

it’s about context and appropriateness for the current like, situation? thor kinda seems like he feels he must touch loki whenever he wants to, and doesn’t read basic cues that loki doesn’t want to be touched

Him learning that some people draw super not safe for work things with his image sounds awful to me. He doesn’t even watch his own movies ffs so I don’t want him to have to publicly acknowledge the existence of art that depicts big leaking dicks and sniffing wet panties or whatever. 

OOC: Just wanted to say I appreciate the love and support from both of you. It's always been one of my favorite things to hear: that this blog has put a smile on someone's face. I've struggled with depression for a really long time, so on days where I can't seem to smile, it's nice to know I've given someone else a reason to.

Unfortunately, @beyondthebarrier is right, and you cannot put a date on your mental health. I only meant for today to be a check in day and was hopeful I'd be feeling ready to continue. However, my current mental state has worsened even more. I'm currently stuck in a predicament where I have worked nearly 60 hours for this work week. My last day off was the 5th of January, I am expected to work until the 22nd, and when I requested to have 4 days off after this marathon, my supervisor told me "I'm trying really hard not to be a bitch right now, but I've had a really hard week-"

Oh god wait, this is like the first date all over again, just more complicated, isn't it??

I'm gonna be sick. Why is that the most nerve wrecking thing ever?

No wait, 'cause that's actually a great idea. I could totally- I will- I'll totally do that. Whatever it takes to make Peter stop looking at me like I'm a home wrecker.

I promise you guys, I'm not trying to break up any marriages here. I just wanted to check out the guy's lab.

Words: 4,4k (Chapter 1)

Summary: Tony shouldn't have become addicted to this boy's stream or the fantasy he spun around him, that it's actually Peter and not a stranger, but he couldn't help it. Especially not after requesting a private call from the boy, which makes all of this spiral out of control.

What Tony doesn't know is that he's not talking to a stranger at all and that his perverted little fantasy is anything but that.

Warnings: camboy!peter, daddy kink, lots of filth and smut, underage peter, check the tags on AO3 for more

Note: It is here, finally! The first chapter of this wonderful fic I wrote with @thequeenoffish . Enjoy some filthy camboy!Peter with us!

Browsing the internet to find material to jerk off isn’t anything new for Tony, but that he actually dug deep enough to find this camboy’s stream surely is. It might not be his lowest point in life when he listens to this barely legal boy moan and projected his own fantasies onto him, but it comes pretty damn close. But it’s better than acting out on those thoughts, better than doing something dumb and definitely better than walking around with blue balls because that’s a problem he’s been dealing with ever since a certain friendly neighborhood spider named Peter had shown up on stage.

Tony quickly finds himself coming back to this boy’s stream, not without showing his gratitude of course. At least his money is good for that, if he can’t ease his need any other way. It takes less than two weeks before Tony becomes the boy’s top donor and he enjoys it greatly. Sure, he’s not who Tony likes to imagine he is, but by God, this boy is incredible and that’s better than nothing. He actually manages to be calm enough around Peter to be comfortable, that’s worth a few hundred bucks every now and then. And, since the boy only ever shows himself neck down, it’s easy to imagine him as someone else.

Eventually, Tony requests what he knew he would request from the moment he saw the boy for the first time. A private call, without all the others in the chat requesting him to do things. He is possessive, always has been, and he wants the boy for himself. All for himself. It’s an expensive treat, a luxury that is a first for Tony. There’s a certain amount of shame coming with it, but it’s not as if it’s the worst he’s ever done, is it? The boy is eighteen, maybe nineteen from what he knows. It’s perfectly legal, even if it’s not in his head because his mind insists on his little fantasy, despite knowing better.