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I’ve said something like this before but I love the idea that when Peter is nervous, he’s not as in control of his powers. Specifically his ability to stick and unstick to things. And who makes him the most nervous? Tony Stark.

When Tony first takes Peter’s hand, Peter’s nerves are through the roof and when it’s time to let go of his hand, Peter is mortified to find that he can’t. He’s stuck to Tony. The embarrassment only makes it worse. It takes him a good ten minutes to compose himself before he finally unsticks. Tony finds it adorable.

Becomes smutty here:

He starts to get it under control, that is until the first time he gets to touch Tony’s dick. Peter is down on his knees with Tony’s hard dick inches from his face. He has one hand rested on Tonys leg and then he hesitantly wraps his hand around Tony’s cock. Tony’s murmuring sweet praises to him and Peter is super horny and super nervous, and he’s about to start stroking when he realises he can’t. His hand is stuck. In fact both hands are stuck. He’s stuck kneeling in front of Tony’s cock, holding onto it like a slut. He’s sweating as he looks up at Tony in shame. It takes Tony a minute to realise what’s happened. To be honest, the position they’re in, Peter’s warm hands on him and the shameful look on his face makes Tony even more horny.

“What’s going to relax you?” Tony asks him. “You want me to make you cum?”

“It- it might work but I… how? I can’t even move my hands…”

“Don’t you worry about that, Kid,” Tony smirks as he uses his own hands to push Peter’s head closer to his cock. “Open up.”

Peter opens his mouth and lets Tony’s dick slide inside. God it feels good. He can’t even take Tony’s full length in his mouth because his own hand is in the way, but Tony’s got his fingers tangled in Peter’s hair and is forcing the boy to make do with what he’s got. Can he really cum from this? From sucking Tony off? Probably. His own dick is extremely hard right now. Everything about this situation is making him aroused. But he’s never cum untouched before. He doesn’t think about it.

“Look at me while you suck me off, I want eye-to-eye contact, you got me? Good boy. There you go. God, look how beautiful you look. You’ve never looked prettier than you do right now, with your pretty lips wrapped around just the tip of my dick. You like that, don’t you, baby? Hmm? Didn’t hear you. Do you like that?”

Peter is becoming a mess with Tony’s words. He nods desperately and moans around Tony’s cock, trying to tell him “yes”.

“Mm, good. I’m glad you like it. You’re making daddy really happy right now, you know that? You’re such a good boy. Sucking daddy’s cock like you were born for this. You’re making me feel so good, Kid. Fuck. You want to taste how good you make me feel?”

Peter feels like he’s going to cum any second. He moans against Tony’s dick again and nods up at Tony. Within seconds, he feels Tony’s grip tighten on his head as he holds Peter in place and he feels his mouth fill up with Tony’s cum. He doesn’t dare break eye contact. If staring up at Tony while he literally cums in his mouth isn’t enough, Tony murmurs “swallow it all, Kiddo”, and Peter does as he’s told while he feels himself cum untouched in his pants. It’s all too much for him. He’s just an inexperienced kid, and this is just so good, and his orgasm is probably the most intense orgasm he’s ever had.

After a moment, Tony pulls Peter back off his cock, and Peter breathes out, trying to compose himself.

“So did my baby boy cum?”

Peter blushes hard and nods. “Yeah. Yes. I- uh. Thank you.”

“Thank you. Did that do the trick? Are you relaxed now?”

Peter tries to let go of Tony and finally his hands are working properly again. He’s not sticky. He lets out a relieved laugh and stands up shakily. His knees hurt from being on the floor for so long. He smiles sheepishly at Tony.

“Have you got any spare clothes for me to wear? I kinda- I made a mess.”

Tony smirks, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on Peter’s sweaty forehead. “I think that can be arranged. Come on, Kid.”

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'It's Peter. Parker.'

He slides the phone back into his pocket without much hope. No one will reply - haven't in all these months - and even if someone would, it would be a very annoyed Happy.

It's September, and the mornings are foggy-pink like apples, the evenings are orange from streetlights and fallen leaves - and Peter's been living with this bittersweet mix of hope and anxiety since Germany.

Since Mr. Stark gave him that little talk in the car. Peter tries not to die from embarrassment every time he remembers that not hug.

"You sure you're okay, kid? No feeling sick, dizziness, any other fun stuff?"

Peter hurried to nod, then shake his head. The movement echoed with the pain.

"Yeah, no, I'm-I'm totally fine!"

I don't want you to go.

But Mr. Stark - Tony - had a long night ahead. Lots to discuss with Captain America and the others. Lots to figure out about Cap's friend, the one with the cool arm. And Peter, well, Peter wasn't needed in any of this. Not anymore.

That fight in Berlin airport ended almost as soon as it started. Everyone stopped throwing superpowered punches and started talking, right after-

No. Peter forbids himself to think about it. This memory is saved for before sleep.

And right now he better focus on whatever Ned is saying.

"...in the news."

"Huh?" Peter whips his head to look at his best friend. "Sorry, what's in the news?"

"Mr. Stark," Ned repeats patiently, slurping apple juice. "Saw them in the morning news, him and Cap."

"Really?"

Peter almost asks what suit was Mr. Stark wearing, but bites his tongue before the words slip out. He's not a fangirl gossiping about a popstar. He's just gonna see it himself on YouTube after school.

"They've been asked if a part of the Avengers tower could be open for school field trips."

"Really?!"

Okay, he's repeating himself, but - seriously, he missed that?!

"Yup." Ned smiles dreamily. "Mr. Stark said it's a great idea-"

"Really?!?"

This time Ned gives him a look, and Peter giggles sheepishly. Yeah, alright.

"Yeah dude. Don't get your hopes high though. Cap banned it."

Ugh.

"Said it's dangerous and blah blah blah."

"And rightfully so." Michelle chimes in, and Peter didn't even know she was here. "Imagine all this herd near the alien weapon and superpowered technology."

"O-o-oh, you're the Avengers fan?!" Ned's eyes immediately sparkle as he turns to her.

"Who said so?"

Peter tunes out, looking at the cafeteria. Flash is trying to pour juice into someone's - surprisingly, not Peter's - milk. Yeah. Michelle and Captain Rogers have a point.

But at the same time, what if he could go?! What if they saw him, and remembered how good he did in Berlin (they said so themselves back then), and then Cap would be like 'You could actually help us out with this one, Peter', and Mr. Stark would be like 'I was actually about to tell you to start reporting straight to me, not Happy', and!

And even all that aside, it's just. It would be so cool to just see Mr. Stark.

"Duuude, you totally have a crush." Ned gives him a toothy smile, and Peter realizes, horrified, that he said the last phrase out loud.

"No I don't," he quickly looks around, feeling how hot - and undoubtedly red - his face is. Apparently, Michelle already went away, and Ned was the only one to hear that. Thanks God. "I don't really do crushes, Ned, you know. It's-it's different."

"How different?"

The bell rings, getting them hurrying to Spanish class and saving Peter from the inquisition.

Well, not fully - Ned keeps whispering questions the whole class.

Do you wanna play Kiss-marry-kill and pick from Mr. Stark, Cap and Black Widow?

Would you like him to personally check your internship work?

Imagine if he picked you up from school in one of his cool cars, would you - scratch that, who wouldn’t have wanted it.

Peter is almost grateful when Mr. Ramirez threatens them with detention.

After school he manages to run away, yelling about being late to the internship. The look on Ned's face tells him he's already planning to bombard him with questions tomorrow.

***

The patrolling goes as always. Boring. Yeah, no, it feels great to swing around the city, getting all his energy out and helping wherever it's needed. But so far the highlight of his day is the churro from this nice old Mexican lady - until he sees a robbery near Mr. Delmar's place.

Everything goes exciting at first - he even manages to make a cool fight-talk, before one of the guys pulls out that weird-looking weapon. Peter's muscles tense - and seconds later the whole place explodes. Literally.

He barely remembers how he runs into the sandwich place, helping Mr. Delmar and carrying Murph out. The next thing he sees is the splash of red, white and blue, accompanied by the big wings shadow in the sky. Captain America and Falcon. Peter looks for the flash of red and gold, with the sounds of Led Zeppelin or whatever - heart rabbiting faster than when the actual explosion happened. But there's nothing. He ducks from the Avengers' sight, running into the alley where he left his backpack and clothes, tugs the mask off, and-

"Peter."

For a millisecond his heart drops in his stomach and freezes there, but then he recognizes the voice difference. He turns around to face Steve Rogers - starry shield and all.

"Uh, yes sir? Hi?"

Hi? How lame.

"You were there, fighting with the robbers."

It's not even a question, so Peter just shrugs. Like no biggie, he's doing it every day. Ugh.

"Would you recognize them?"

"No. They were wearing masks, Avengers masks actually. Maybe it's like, something personal?"

Cap makes a thoughtful noise, nodding absentmindedly.

"Where's your friend?" Peter shuts his mouth, but the words are out already.

"Sam?" Cap furrows his brows in confusion. "He's helping with the-"

"No, I saw him." Peter cuts him off. Yeeaaah, May would've been just delighted with his manners. "The other one, from Germany. With the metal arm."

"Oh. Bucky..." there are so many different emotions in how Captain says this name. It feels overwhelming. "He's getting...back to himself. I hope."

He adds the last phrase so quietly that a normal person wouldn't have made it out. Spidey senses deliver it to Peter loud and clear.

"He's nice." Peter offers him a little smile. "Especially when we stopped trying to kill each other."

Captain actually chuckles at that, shaking his head. Then nods back to the explosion.

"Stay away from trouble like this, kid." His face gets the usual shade of solemn. "Those are dangerous people, we'll take care of them."

"I can help!"

"Like I said, it's too dangerous. I'm glad Tony's keeping an eye on you..."

Apparently something's flickering on Peter's face, because Cap frowns. Uh-oh, time to go, time to go. He stumbles back, nearly tripping over a trashcan, and giving Cap a bigger and hopefully not so fake smile.

"Um, sorry, but I actually gotta go, Aunt May will start worrying if I'm not home!"

Captain Rogers crosses his arms, worry clearly showing on his face now.

"Peter? He is, right?"

But he just pulls his mask down, jumps off and swings away, leaving the national hero without an answer. Holy shit.

***

He should've just said yes. Because obviously, Happy being his curator is considered as Mr. Stark keeping an eye on him. And maybe Happy not replying to his messages doesn't mean he's not caring! And now Captain Rogers would tell Mr. Stark about his encounter with Peter, and Mr. Stark would come and yell at him, and oh my God. Well, at least he would talk to him. Except if he's gonna call Peter an ungrateful brat who he doesn't want to do anything with, and Peter wouldn't be able to bear that.

He stops mid-climbing, tears the mask off and presses his face into the red-bricked wall of his building. It's cold to the touch. The night air is chilly and dark blue and full of police sirens and big city noises.

All Ned's questions suddenly pop up in Peter's mind, but none of them are helpful. Peter doesn't know how to call what he feels for Tony Stark, what he's longing for, and what label to put it under. He almost wishes it was a crush, because it would be normal. He would be normal.

What lives and burns in his chest is something in between adoration of a role model, falling in love and needing a father figure - or maybe all of those combined.

He wants to be near him. He wants to do as he says and be good for him. Or not do what he says - and find out what happens.

He just wants Tony to really care about him. To care about him the most of all. Like during that short time - no, Peter, stop - in Berlin airport... He tries to stop thinking back to that moment but fails. He lets his eyes close and sees everything as if it's happening right now.

***

Thinking back, adrenaline - that's what Peter felt the most. The rest was just a big noisy mess, flooding the whole world and overwhelming his senses. He missed when and how the reasonable - well, sort of - conversation turned into a fight. Maybe it happened while he was too busy filming? But anyways, everyone was fighting now. And it wasn't a cool battle against baddies, wasn't protecting what's right from what's evil. There weren't bad guys. There were confused guys, hurt guys, guys who didn't manage to talk it all out, and now were too angry and adrenaline-infused to do anything but fight and hurt each other. They reminded Peter a bunch of riled up first graders. What could he do though? Mr. Stark got his full and devoted loyalty...he wasn't sure when exactly that happened. Maybe even before the man burst into his little room, spitting date loaf and making innuendos about May. That's - that's whatever. Peter didn't really want to fight other Avengers, and he wanted Mr. Stark to fight them even less, because he saw how hurt it actually makes him.

Yet, here they were. Fighting.

"Sorry, guys, I just really gotta impress Mr. Stark!" Peter yells to Cap's friends.

One just looks annoyed, and the other - the mysterious metal-armed one - bugs his eyes out. Peter knows that he's the reason the whole ruckus started and that Mr. Stark doesn't like him for some reason.

"S' just a kid," the metal-armed dude breathes out, and okay, now Peter doesn't like him too.

He webs him down to the concrete, smirking under the mask.

"How's that from a kid?!"

Metal Arm is grunting something, but Peter doesn't have time to listen. There's something crazy going on.

"Hey guys, have you ever seen this really old movie, The Empire Strikes Back?!"

His spidey senses are overflowing with information. He's overexcited, high on adrenaline, giddy with being accepted by real superheroes, and-

BOOM.

Something huge, like a train on full speed, smashes into him. Peter sees stars flashing under his eyelids - cartoons don't lie, it really happens - and then everything goes black and he starts falling. He tries to use his webshooters, but for some reason it doesn't work out. Everything's going awfully fast. Peter hears someone cursing, flails his arms around, heart in his stomach - and suddenly there's a strong grip across his body. Peter opens his eyes - turns out he was squeezing them shut - and sees the metal arm. There's a red star on it. The next moment the grip changes, and there's a soothing glow of shiny upturned triangle, and red and gold suit, and Peter blacks out.

When he wakes up, Black Widow is giving Mr. Stark an incredulous look.

"Jesus Christ, Tony. If I knew that's what you meant by 'your guy', I would've said no right away."

Peter pouts at her, and it only makes her nod as if in confirmation.

"See? That's exactly what I'm talking about."

"It's an actual child, Tony!" That's Cap.

Seems like they didn't kill each other while Peter was unconscious. Which is, would be nice to know for how long.  Everything feels funny. Maybe he has a concussion?

"What?! Don't give me that judging glare, Capsicle. You just dropped half a building on that child-"

"And I was wrong!"

"-even your assassin bestie didn't do that."

That's the first time Mr. Stark addresses Metal Arm not as a mortal enemy, and everyone falls quiet, staring.

"And this is what I've been trying to talk to you about," Cap gets everyone's pointed looks and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, okay. I haven't really. And it was wrong of me. I should have."

Peter opens his mouth - for some reason, it feels awfully dry, and it takes an effort to part his lips.

"S' so stupid, you fighting." He cannot believe he's saying this to the Avengers, his heroes, for crying out loud. He definitely has a concussion. "S' how all the worst wars happen..."

He blacks out again after that, and when he wakes up, everything's over. The brewing war that was about to start never happens. Mr. Stark and Captain are talking, then them both and Metal Arm are talking, everyone is talking and no one has time for Peter.

And actually, he should've understood back then - he's just not needed anymore. Because he was just that - 'my guy' as in a help in a fight, not as in 'mine'.

***

He shakes himself out of the memories, realizing he's still clinging to the wall, without a mask, cheek warming up the old bricks. Without a mask! What if someone sees him! What if May sees him - what's he even thinking about!

Peter lets out a sharp breath and quickly picks up his pace. Up, into the window, climb over the ceiling, quietly close the door - why is it even open - on the floor. He taps the suit, letting it loosen and fall down, leaving him in boxers.

"Agility - 10 out of 10. Attention - we're going to negative numbers here." The painfully familiar voice speaks up from the semi-darkness of his bed, and Peter stumbles and plops on his ass.

"Correction, 9 instead of 10." Mr. Stark watches him intently, popping some snack into his mouth.

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a) holy shit I love this

b) i was thinking about the consequences of Peter doing that but now im just imagining brian being like "peter fucking cheated on me with his DAD" and everyone who hears it being like "dude that's SO fucked up-" [Brian is happy, thinking he's about to get sympathy] "-you can't start rumours like that about your ex just because you're pissy he dumped you wtf is your problem. Leave Peter alone :/"

And Peter and Tony never need to actually worry about getting caught because every time someone sees and reports on it, the public reaction is "oh not this shit again. We've all heard the rumours! Tony stark isn't fucking his son stop believing everything you read online" "I FUCKING SAW THEM-" "bro you're embarassing yourself"

{Starkercest}

“Baby, any reason why you’re here looking more in love with the hors d’eavours than your boyfriend who has been standing there in the corner looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here?”

Peter flinches, nearly dropping the champagne flute in his left hand, the other stealing another onion jam and cheese rugelach. He pops it into his mouth, sighing happily when he chews into it.

“Because these are fantastic. They’re my favorite.”

Tony plucks the empty flute from Peter’s hand and passes it to a service staff walking past. “I know, that’s why I specifically requested for the catering staff to prepare more of it. So-“ Tony flicks his gaze across the room. “Why are you breaking up with Briar?”

“I- how did you-“ Peter snags a napkin to wipe his fingers with. “It’s Brian, by the way.”

“I don’t really give a fuck, you know that.”

“Well, you should be concerned that your 21 year old son can’t seem to date anyone for more than 6 months.” Peter grumbles under his breath before he follows it up with a sigh. “I don’t know, dad. He’s so…” He gestures uselessly with his hands.

“Dull? Plebian? A tool?”

“Dad!” Peter feels horrible for even trying to suppress his laugh.

“Baby, I keep saying this and you keep ignoring me, but you’ve got to start dating someone of your calibre.” Tony reaches out and tucks an errant curl behind Peter’s ear, the affectionate gesture making the younger male smile.

“I dated Harry Osborne last year, and you still didn’t approve. He’s smart, rich and-“

“Uh, uh.” Tony warns, raising a finger to effectively stop Peter. “I don’t need you praising another man when I’m right here in front of you.”

“I was going to say that he’s smart, rich and as great as he is, he’s still not you.”

“Atta boy. No one can be me, because that’d be a problem.”

“Brian thinks it’s weird how close we are with each other. And he said some things about you which I obviously didn’t agree with.”

Peter really won’t stand for anyone talking shit about his dad.

“So you did bring him here so that he’d make up his mind to break up with you.”

“…yes?”

“Great. Saves me the trouble of giving him the shovel talk.” Tony looks all too pleased by the idea of his son’s breakup, just as he always had been with Peter’s past ex-boyfriends.

“There’s also another reason why I’m breaking up with him. You see, someone I’m really, truly in love with…” Peter reaches a hand out, delicately adjusting Tony’s bowtie. “…he’s turning 50 today. I’m also so tired of him pretending that he doesn’t want me, when it’s so obvious he does.”

“Huh.” Tony stills, and something in the air shifts. “Sounds like an idiot.”

“I wouldn’t say that. Sometimes, it’s more of him….biding his time. But I’ve been waiting for two yea and frankly, it’s not fun anymore. Hence, this conversation.”

Even at 50, Tony was so fucking ridiculously handsome. The whole bearded look was really going to be the death of Peter, and he figures that once Tony starts going for that whole silver-fox grey look, Peter is absolutely doomed for.

“So…I’m making myself available so that I can gift myself to him, because I know he’s a possessive man and sharing is…well, it’s not in his dictionary.”

“Peter.”

“Dad.” Peter fiddles with the lapels of Tony’s suit jacket. “I thought me going to college and creating some “distance” between us was going to spur you into action. Stop making me wait.”

Tony smiles. It’s fond. Indulgent.

“I was going to wait until graduation.”

Peter scoffs, “Waiting’s not exactly your strongest strength, dad. This is the last time I’m offering, so you’d better take it. Or else next semester, I’m going to bring home my really hot, older professor that’s been eyeing me since last year and-“

“Peter. Are you threatening me?”

“You know I don’t make empty threats, daddy, so-“ Peter pats Tony lightly on the chest, his smile entirely playful. “-you’d better buck up and do something.”

-/-

Half an hour later, Peter doesn’t even have it in him to feel remotely guilty when Brian accidentally wanders into one of the guest bedrooms. He really should have locked the doorF but maybe a part of him actually wanted this to happen.

The room is dark, blinds drawn and in their haste to undress and fuck, neither Peter and Tony had bothered with the lights.

The light from the hallway spills into the room, illuminating Peter’s blissed-out expression as Tony fucks him from behind. Their eyes meet; Peter’s gaze misty and half-lidded and Brian’s wide with the disbelief and betrayal.

Tony’s too far gone in his pleasure, eyes clenched and his forehead pressed against Peter’s shoulder blades to even register that they’ve just been walked on.

“Oh fuck-“ Peter doesn’t shift his gaze away, nor is there any semblance of regret as his (ex) boyfriend watches him pushing back against his dad’s cock. “Dad, fuck me, please. Want you to come in me-“ He lets out a high keening sound when Tony tugs at his hair, a muffled “christ, baby, you’re gonna fucking kill me” whispered against his shoulder.

[starkly]

my girlfriend found this immensely cursed object on marketplace and now I’m making it all of your problem

[starkly]

posted this on my nsfw priv on twt, but its clothed and not too risque or nsfw for tumblr? so i think its okay to post it here? (for early vday since ill be away)

[starkly]

starker, but make it fashion

edit: in hindsight, i feel like maybe the red arm/dark shoes fits a bit better, gold might have been a bit much- oh well

[starkly]

Spider-Man gives an interview and he says something along the lines of „you don’t need superpowers to be a hero. There’s heroes out there every day. The parents who work multiple jobs to offer their kids something nice. The teenagers doing odd jobs and helping out people who need it. The teachers looking after kids who need it. The people gifting you money when you’re just a few dollars short. The people helping when they see someone needing help. Everyone is a hero in their own way.“

Of course the interview goes viral and afterwards people really want to be the hero Spider-Man sees in them. So they give their best to be everything he said

It should be a good thing. But now Peter is faced with the mortifying reality that his teachers and fellow students suddenly notice all his bruises and marks and want to help with them

And listen not all of them are from spidermanning, okay? A lot of them actually are from him and Tony fucking so rough they break the bed. But that isn’t an acceptable explanation either so what is Peter supposed to do with all these people worrying?

[starkly]

Peter lives with his mom until he gets outed as trans to her and she throws him out

So now he has to find and somehow contact his dad Tony Stark (who doesn’t even know about him) and hope that his publicly accepting personality isn’t just a facade

Lucky for him his dad welcomes him with open arms. The only problem left now is Peter’s massive crush on his own dad

[starkly]

Peter lives with his mom until he gets outed as trans to her and she throws him out

So now he has to find and somehow contact his dad Tony Stark (who doesn’t even know about him) and hope that his publicly accepting personality isn’t just a facade

Lucky for him his dad welcomes him with open arms. The only problem left now is Peter’s massive crush on his own dad

[starkly]

Better Than Google - Starker

Summary: When Peter realizes that Friday knows everything about Tony, he can’t help but ask questions. It starts innocent enough, but soon enough the questions become more… Sexual.

Warnings: Pining, masturbation, daddy kink, nff

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“Friday, what’s Tony’s favorite color?”

“Friday, does Tony like pineapple on pizza?”

“Friday, how did Tony find out that I’m Spider-Man?”

Peter likes asking Friday questions about Tony. The habit had started a little over a year ago when he’d wanted to surprise his mentor with a nice cup of Starbucks - but had no clue what type he liked. He’d asked the AI. It was the fact that Friday answered it so smoothly that Peter realized how she knew everything about Tony. Like Google, but better. No rumors, no assumptions, only plain facts. How could Peter possibly let that opportunity slide? He’s curious by nature. If anything, it’s Tony’s fault for giving Peter permission to use the AI in the first place. He’d been wary at first. Scared Tony might figure out how Peter was stalking him. Tony never said a word though. Didn’t treat him any differently. So Peter… Well, he figured he could start asking personal questions. Obviously, only slightly related to his crush on the man.

Keep reading

[starkly]

Steve was supposed to be Santa for the Stark Industries families Christmas party. He volunteered, does every year, and honestly, it just makes sense for Captain fucking America to be Santa.

This year, however, shit happened and Steve got called off on a mission last minute. Bucky, ever the Saint (in Steve’s and… no one else’s opinion. Maybe one other persons opinion) said he’d fill in. Their measurements are roughly close enough for him to fit the suit.

Tony wasn’t thrilled about the development, but, well, he was in a bind and Bucky was wiling and able and he had it on good authority from Sam that the centennial was, shockingly, really good with kids, actually.

Of corse, because Bucky’s life is a fucking joke, Peter had volunteered to be Steve’s elf like he did the last few years, too. His naturally delightful disposition and lean, short, stature just made it make sense. And Peter was just a sweetheart like that.

Of corse, for Bucky this was an incredibly amusing turn of events.

“Oh my god. You look ridiculous. You’re my elf?”

“I’m Steve’s elf. And you’re one to talk.”

Peter tried not to snicker at Bucky’s appearance.

“What, this isn’t doing it for you?”.

Fake white beard, coke bottle glasses, fat red suit. “I’ve never been more turned on in my life” he deadpanned.

“And here I said we’d never try role play”.

“Bucky!” Peter hissed.

“Okay doll, okay, I’ll be good, I’ll be good.”

“Good. Dont want to get yourself on your own naughty list this close to Christmas, do you?”

“Peter. we are both Jewish.” Bucky chuckled.

“Okay. Let me rephrase. You don’t want to be on my naughty list.”

“Well, that depends on what my punishment will be” Bucky purred.

“Okay you are without question the world’s horniest Santa. Let’s go. We’re gonna be late.”

“You’ve got it doll”.

Later that night, no one is surprised by the photo Clint sends the group chat of one Santa kissing one of his elves with a beer bottle in his hand.

Couldn’t have changed first? How the fuck am I explaining this to my kids?

This is like the fucked up gay version of i saw mommy kissing Santa Claus Sam teased

why were your kids still at the party at 2 am? Came buckys quick response.

Fair enough. Dare I ask why you’re still up at 4 am if you and Peter left at 3?

‘🤐’ was Peter’s answer before taking Bucky’s phone out of hand, and demanding he come back to bed.

[starkly]

Tony: *petting a horse as they get ready for a charity horse race hosted by the Avengers*

Peter: I'd ride that.

Ned: I thought you didn't want to ride a horse, that's why you wanted to be on commentary instead?

Peter: I wasn't talking about the horse, Ned.

Horse:

Ned:

[starkly]

it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore

[starkly]

For @starkerfestivals Flufftober prompt Vampires💜🦇🖤

[starkly]

Tony and Peter decorating their home for Halloween

Decorating for @starkerfestivals Flufftober

[starkly]

When the superior starts coughing up red petals in the same colour as the suit of the hero Spider-Man he realizes his admiration for the young man has morphed into something more. And that apparently extremis didn't remove all his emotions like he thought.

What he didn't know was across the city in a small apartment in queens a distressed Peter Parker had a tissue full of blood stained electric blue flowers and a dawning comprehension that his harmless flirting might not be so harmless

Hanahaki disease for @starkerfestivals Whumptober

[starkly]

Tony isn't a fan of this idea...

For @starkerfestivals Flufftober: Photo Booth