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WISHING ALL OF MY MUTUALS AND FOLLOWERS WHO CELEBRATE A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

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the rumours are true… i have a soft heart

dailyavengers

– Avengers: Endgame script (x)

blushnik

Y'all know those annoying Xmas blinking lights? Now annoying Xmas lights with annoyed Gavin!

Merry Xmas, happy holidays and splendid new year, I love y’all so so much!!!

peachbabypie

Happy Secret Santa! — for @starkernova

You requested forTattoo artist!peter/florist!tony, maybe tony giving peter flowers:

Tony probably bumped into Peter and saw all the floral tattoos embedded on nearly every surface of skin on the toned muscles adorning two strong arms. Tony probably geeked over the specific flora species and Peter probably feels back.

Peter probably invites Tony over for coffee and more plant chats, Peter probably pushes curls out to Tony’s face, and Tony probably winks when he leaves, knowing Peter is eyeing his ass.

Tony likes that Peter’s tongue peeks out the corner of his mouth when he’s concentrating on something, how he pins his hair back when drawing new designs for his clients, the way his forearms twitch when erasing, the way Peter’s thoughts wrap around his hips.

Tony reveals that he’s a florist and Peter spends hours at his little bodega smiling at the flowers and how in his element Tony looked, dominated by sunflowers, brown wrapping paper, and twine. Peter likes pulling Tony close, kissing all the parts of his body. He really likes when Tony’s standing behind the counter, wrapping up a bouquet and Peter drops to his knees to give his boyfriend the blow job of a century. (Especially if the bell above the door rings and an unsuspecting client pops in while Tony’s cock is in Peter’s mouth)

Also Filling Starker Bingo: Happy Birthday // You’ll see the card in the flowers if you squint haha. Happy Holidays y’all!!!!

peachbabypie

Foggy Windows, Heated Kisses, And The Sound Of Your Skin Against Me

HS!Starker Making out in the back of Tony’s car, it’s raining, the windows have fogged up, and they’re each other’s secrets. No one knows. No one can know. It’s just Peter, and Tony, and the smell of cigarettes and sex in the back of his car’s cracked leather seats.

Starker Bingo: De-Aged Tony/Young Tony (Yeah I’m really skirting the prompts at this point haha...)

So I’m not sure I’ll make the Bingo Blackout Deadline buuuuut I’ll go down trying >:)

valkyrierhodes

“You’re stronger than her, you’re smarter than her, you’re Bruce Banner.”

cyberdelph

Uncle Bucky by banannersandwich

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Peter: I'm bi-

Tony: *gasps*

Peter: lingual, bilingual

Tony: oh..*sips water dissappointedly

Peter: I'm also into guys

Tony: *spits water*

starkerintheparker

Okay but imagine this revelation happening while they’re wearing the suits:

Karen: Just like we practiced now, Peter.

Friday: It’s your chance, boss. Kiss him.

kalichnikov

i wanna talk about this shot

kalichnikov

if forum signatures still existed this would be mine

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karvina

teslaswife

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God fucking damn it

blushnik

MERRY CHRISTMAS & HAPPY HOLIDAYS!✨🎄🎉 Look at these two deviants trying out human Christmas traditions (or is it just Nines finding excuses to be physical? :333) PS: How refreshing to see Gavin smoking without the threat of lung cancer xP

(link to patron in the bio uWu)

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homoidiotic

im stressed out that ppl don’t know my intentions at all times. spoiler alert: top priority is, i love everyone. second priority is to have a sexy and fun time

ruinedchildhood

snowstark

aaa can i get 107 on the prompt list tbh

107. “Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”

I’ll also use this for @starkerbingo (Fill: Possessive!Tony)

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Peter always did love riling up his Daddy.

He loved the way Tony’s eyes flashed with heat, the way his jaw muscles tensed, the way he tangled his hand in Peter’s hair so that he could pull.

Peter also loved how possessive Tony was. When they were outside together, Tony always wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him in close, though most of the time, he always said it was just because it was cold. Peter wondered what excuse he would come up with when it became summer.

Point was, Peter was very fond—perhaps a bit too fond—of what came after he caught his Daddy’s attention.

Which was why he had been seductively sucking on his spoon, staring at their waiter—quite a fine-looking one, if he may add—just a few tables away from them, ignoring his melting ice cream. Tony knew exactly what he was up to, judging by the way he kept snapping his fingers to remind Peter to finish his dessert quickly. Every time he did, Peter pouted sweetly and said, “Wait, Daddy. I’m enjoying my ice cream.”

Tony’s nostrils flared at that, but he gave Peter an equally sweet look and said, “Alright, doll. But don’t take too long. Daddy can’t wait to take you home and mark you up, claim you as mine.”

Peter felt his pants get tighter at that, and fuck, Tony was getting impatient. Peter hastily scooped up another spoonful of ice cream, practically moaning when the flavour of the strawberry ice cream burst on his tongue.

“Would you like more water, Sir?”

Peter looked up to see the waiter, who patiently waited for an answer. He popped the spoon out of his mouth, leaned just a tiny bit closer to the other man, and playfully said, “No, thank you. But there is something else that you could help me with, if you really wanted to—”

“Bill.” Tony cut him off short, jaw clenched tightly as he flashed Peter a look that told him he was absolutely fucked, that he’d be carrying hickeys on his neck for days after tonight.

Peter was barely able to contain his glee, but that was a secret he would never tell.

The waiter, sensing that something was off, hastily left to fetch the bill for them.

“Oh, but, Daddy, I’m not done my—”

“Daddy will buy his baby all the ice cream in the fucking world, once we get home and I mark you as mine,” Tony growled. “Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”

Peter didn’t bother hiding the grin this time. “Yes, Daddy.”