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Precious Peter for Chloe, Pre-Fall 2022

#Precious Peter #Chloe #models #fashion #lookbook #Pre Fall 2022

Ok, ya'll imagine Peter's home alone and he calls the fire department to come when his carbon monoxide alarm goes off and hot/daddy/firefighter!Tony comes into Peter's apt to check things out and OOPS! Peter forgot his vibrator on the couch and of course Tony is staring and Peter is blushing and babbling and apologizing and possibly Tony offering to offer "the real thing?"

#starker #i know i ain't the only one who thought of starker when they saw this #precious peter

Peter: I don't get why people argue over who gets to top or bottom.

Tony and Steve: *sputtering*

Peter: It's just a bunk bed I'd be happy either way.

Tony, smirking: I'm gonna tell him.

Steve, glaring: No, you are not!

#avengers #marvel #stony #superfamily #team stony #peter parker #precious peter #baby spider #irondad #iron dad #i love them #tony stark #spiderman #steve rogers #superhusbands

Peter *on 4 days of no sleep*: *walks into a wall*

Peter: WaLl?! HoW cOuLd YoU?! I tRuStEd YoU!!

Tony *on 7 days of sleep and still going*: *blasting the wall with his repulsors*

Tony: HOW DARE YOU BETRAY MY PRECIOUS SON!!

#crack #irondad on crack #irondad #spiderson #irondad and spiderson #they need to sleep #sleep deprived #tony needs to sleep #tony is overprotective #i feel bad for the wall #iron-man #precious peter #not st*rker #anti st*rker #no st*rker

I’m trying to sleep but all I can think about is little Peter telling daddy Tony “I just love you so-so-so-so much!”

#in Tom's voice ofc #from that Onward interview #precious peter

Amnesia (Dark Irondad)

So I started my very first story with something simple and soft(ish). Hope you all like! Also I’m sorry if when it publishes it looks messed up. I literally just got this account :) OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO When Peter woke up, all he could hear at first was the steady beeping of a heart monitor. He reached up with a sluggish arm to try and cover his ears, when another hand stopped him. “Shhh, buddy, you don’t want to mess up the healing process, hmm?” Peter looked up to see a pair of warm brown eyes twinkling at the sight of him. The man was well groomed, albeit a little tired. He stroked his head. “Where am I? Who are you? Who am I?” Peter blurted out. The man chuckled. “You’re in the infirmary. Your name is Peter James Stark. I’m Tony Stark, and I’m your dad.” Peter looked at him closely. He was smiling fondly. “Where’s my mother?” Tony cleared his throat. “Petey, she died years ago.” Peter frowned. Tony smiled at him again. “Let me go see if I can get you out of here.” He bent down to kiss Peter’s forehead before walking down a hallway. Peter laid for a second before trying to sit up. Just then a woman walked in. She had straight dark hair and brown eyes. She sighed in relief when she looked at him. “Peter, oh thank goodness you’re alright.” Peter frowned in confusion. “Who are you?” The woman’s smile wavered for a second. “I’m your Aunt May.” Now Peter was more confused. His dad mentioned nothing about an aunt. His dad walked in at that moment, and his expressions darkened when he looked at her. “What do you think you’re doing here?” May’s eyes narrowed. “I’m his aunt, I have a right to be here. Why are you here?” Tony turned towards Peter. “She’s been trying to take you away from me since your mother died. I don’t know why she’s here, especially after the restraining order.” May paled dramatically. “Happy, please escort Mrs. Parker off the property,” Tony said, smirking victoriously at the woman. A tall man who must’ve been Happy dragged her off the property, her protests echoing in the hallway. Peter felt that something wasn’t right as he looked from Tony to the door. He decided that it didn’t matter. This was his dad, who would love and protect him forever. Tony sat next to Peter, brushing the hair from his face. Peter curled into his chest. “Please don’t let anyone take me from you,” he murmured. He missed the way Tony’s eyes lit up coldly at that statement, or how he gripped Peter just a bit tighter. “Oh don’t worry, buddy. You’ll never leave my sights again.” OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO It had been two weeks, and Peter began having suspicions about his father. His father always seemed to be around him, never giving Peter any alone time. When Peter has asked about school, Tony had told him he was homeschooled. Friends? Peter didn’t need to worry about that anymore. And he never gave straight answers to any of Peter’s questions about his family. His mother was off limits for conversation, which frustrated Peter to no end. He also began to have dreams about the strange woman who had visited him in the hospital. Flashbacks to movie nights, cuddle sessions, burnt pasta dinners. Smiles, laughter and love. His father was never in any of them. His father also appeared to know absolutely everything about him. Color? Red. Animal? Cat. Subject? Chemistry. It went past the point of sweet and into the territory of creepy. Peter also wasn’t allowed to go out of the tower. Apparently he had to stay home in order to make sure he healed properly. But his dreams began to become more and more vivid. They also began to include a man named Uncle Ben. Dreams where they fixed things, where they would watch Star Wars together, when Ben would comfort him after a nightmare, all became a normal part of his unconscious life. He has minimal dreams with his father in it. Which was odd. There were a couple where they were working in a lab together, but he always seemed so stiff with him at that time. Nothing like the loving doting man he was now. One night, Peter had a dream where a mugging went wrong and Uncle Ben died. That night, everything came back to him. All his memories were there as though they had never left. And Peter realized exactly what Mr. Stark had intended to do. He’d given him amnesia in order to trick him into becoming his son. Well it wasn’t going to work. Not anymore. Because now Peter was going to try and get out and home. What Peter has forgot was that Tony was always watching. Always. OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO Tony wasn’t blind. He could see that his sweet precious boy was beginning to get him memories back. He could see it in the way his questions shifted from preferences to family members and the way he stiffened whenever Tony tried to hug him. All Tony wanted was to care for Peter. Was that really too much to ask for? All he wanted was to love and cherish him as his own. And when he’d asked, the kid has refused him. No matter, he’d get what he wanted. Whatever it took. Whatever it took. OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO Peter woke up the next day with a splitting headache. He groaned when he tried to get up, only to slip back onto the couch. He could see his father’s outline and hear his warm chuckle from across the room. “I told you we shouldn’t’ve watched the entire Harry Potter saga in one night. It would exhaust you,” Peter tried but he couldn’t remember doing that. “I don’t remember,” he said, rubbing his forehead. Tony frowned and sat next to him, stroking the hair from Peter’s face. “That’s not good. Maybe we should go get that checked out, yeah? Until then, eat up!” Tony produced a plate full of waffles topped with syrup and chocolate sauce and obnoxiously fresh fruit. His mouth watered and he immediately dug in. Peter could feel something at the back of his head, warning him to not trust the man next to him. But as the man pulled his head against his chest, Peter decided to ignore that feeling. After all, this was his dad. He would love him and protect him no matter what. No matter what. OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO Please comment. This is my first fanfiction, so feel free to tell me if sucks. Thank you for reading.