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Silk and Gold

Marvel | Starker

When a train robbery goes wrong, Peter takes the blame a man's death. Weeks pass while Peter hides out from Sheriff Stane and his men, but eventually it becomes clear that he'll never be able to go home unless he can get them off his back. Anthony Stark is notorious in the crime world and getting Peter out of trouble would be child's play for him, but he doesn't just give things like that away for free. Gold and silk mean little to a man who can take whatever he wants.

Rating: Explicit

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Warnings/tags: romnoncon/coercion, humiliation, pain kink, first time, rough sex, face slapping, breed kink, size kink, minor character death, western AU

They knew the dynamite would give them away, they just didn't know how quickly the sheriff and his men would be on them. It took longer than Peter expected for the train to stop even as it crashed. It continued to skid an impressive distance, tearing apart the ground beneath it. Peter and his posse cheered as it finally came to a stop beside the blasted tracks. It was gonna cost the rail company a pretty penny to replace all of this. After they refused to hire Peter on for so many months and left him hungry and lost, he reckoned they deserved the trouble it got them.

Harry went right for the cargo while MJ went to fish the stunned conductor from the wreckage. He was banged up good, but alive. She tied his arms to his back and marched him away from the train in case it blew. Peter figured it was good for Harry to bring his wife along for jobs like this. Kept him righteous.

He joined his friend in the cargo car. Harry has the biggest smile on his face.

"Look at this! Nothing but fine jewelry and look!" He held up a sheer white scarf. "Silk all the way from China. Do you know what this is worth?"

"Hope it's worth as much as gold since that's what you promised me." Peter looked around the crates. They were chest high and stuffed to the brim with goods.

Harry scoffed and tossed him something. Peter caught it in his hands. The gold gleamed in the low sunlight. "A pocket watch? What's the point in making something like that out of gold?"

Harry laughed. "What you gotta learn, Pete, is that the people who have gold want to show it off. Leaving it in a vault for folk like us to break in and steal? Where's the fun in that? No, they want everyone to see what they've got and writhe with jealousy."

"Writhe?"

"Yeah it's like... squirming in pain. Writhe."

Peter nodded. He pushed open another crate and started digging in. Scarfs, skirts, watches, and necklaces all were stuffed into his bag. Then they heard MJ call.

"It's the sheriff! They're on us!" she shrieked.

They both jumped and ran to the door. Sure enough five horses were barreling their way. Peter looked for his own and found it far out of reach. If he whistled it would only reach him as the sheriff did. They might even shoot her down.

MJ appeared at the back of the train car, sitting atop her and Harry's horse. He climbed on behind her.

"Come on, Pete!" He offered his hand.

Peter looked at the horse, then back at the sheriff. She could handle the weight if only for a mile or two. They just needed to get away. He grabbed Harry's hand and jumped up behind him. He clung to his friend's chest as they both leaned in.

Bullets pinged off the metal of the train. Harry took out his gun and fired back.

"Don't hit them!" MJ warned.

"I'm not, I'm not," Harry soothed. "Just tryin' to keep them back."

"It's not working," she huffed.

Peter clenched his jaw. They were too heavy. The mare wasn't strong enough. The longer they drew this out, the weaker she would be. If he let go now, she might have enough in her for them to get away.

So he let go.

"Pete!" Harry called. He reached back for him, but Peter slipped back right off the horse's rear. Harry screamed his name.

Peter hit the ground and rolled as best as he could, but the angle was wrong and he still twisted his ankle. At least nothing felt broken. He sprinted for the nearby hills.

MJ turned the horse around. Peter waved her off, silently begging her to go. They'd follow the easier the target. Or better yet, they might split up. Either way, that horse was fast and she knew this area well. They'd be okay.

Peter could just make out her frustrated huff as Harry convinced her to go.

He kept running. A bullet struck the ground not far from his hip, but he didn't look back. There were two behind him, maybe three. They were gaining fast, aiming for his legs. But they didn't reach him before he reached the hills.

"Peter Parker! We know that's you, boy!" The sheriff called across the distance. "Stop now before this gets ugly!"

His anxious stomach didn't care for that idea, but he kept running anyway, right into the old mine shaft. It had been abandoned for only a few years now. The place was overrun with snakes and the miners had left after the third death. He couldn't be sure if they would follow him inside or that they wouldn't try to stake him out, but he couldn't outrun a horse.

The mine sloped down, blocking out the light from above. Peter slowed to a quick walk until finally he couldn't see past the end of his nose and he stopped. He squatted down in the dark and felt around in the dirt. His hands found the cold metal of an old mine cart. Careful not to make a sound, he crawled behind it.

"Parker!" the sheriff called as he reached the entrance. He heard one of the horses whinny.

"Careful, Sheriff. There's snakes in there. Horses can tell," one of his men said.

"The only snake in there is Peter Parker," he huffed. "And I ain't leavin without him."

Peter jumped as a loud sound came from not too far away. He felt the slightest tremble in the ground.

"What the hell?" someone said.

"Down there! The base of the mountain is smoking!"

"That damned Osborn. He set off an avalanche!" the sheriff said.

"What about the others? They could have killed them. They could need our help."

"Dammit!" They were quiet for a moment. "Alright. You stay here and wait for the boy to come out. We'll go and check it out. Do not leave until you have him. Ya hear?"

"Yes, sir."

Two horses galloped away. It was silent. Then he heard feet shuffling in the dirt and an irritated huff. Peter leaned his head back against the cart. No one seemed keen on following himself at least. He could rest for a few minutes. He hoped the others were okay. They'd probably done that for him. Too bad it would be for nothing if he couldn't get away.

He couldn't see any deeper into the shaft. There was only the light behind and slightly above him. He could feel a breeze coming up from below. Somewhere down there must have been a second entrance, but it was too dark to see and he'd never been that deep.

"Come on out already! We already know how this ends!" the man at the entrance hollered. "Either you get bit down there or you come crawling out and we drag you down to the jailhouse."

Peter didn't respond.

"Unless you've been bit already..."

He just breathed. Thinking. There had to be a way out of this. He'd done this plenty of times before. There was only one of them. The only problem was that Peter didn't have a gun. He didn't like the things. It seemed wrong to kill a man so impersonally. Killing shouldn't be easy. Not that he wanted to kill anyone.

He got an idea.

"Alright, you win!" he called up. "I'm coming out! Just don't shoot!"

"Why the change of heart?" he called back suspiciously.

"I heard something moving down there. I don't know what it is, but better a jail cell then a rattler!"

"Yeah? Come on out then."

Peter stood and shuffled his feet around in the dirt. After a moment he cried out.

"My foot! It's stuck! I stepped in a hole or something!"

"That ain't my problem. You got yourself in there."

"Please! There's something in here! I can't move!"

The man sighed. "Dammit... you better not be pullin’ my leg."

Peter stayed hidden behind the cart as he heard him approach. "Thank you! You're a good man!"

"Yeah yeah- holy hell..." the man stopped. Peter's heart sank as he heard it. A rattle.

"Aw fuck! You tricked me! You damned bastard! When I get ahold of you I'm gonna put on between your eyes and push right into the bottom of this mine. Stane won't know what happened to ya!"

"Shut up!" Peter hissed. "You're gonna piss it off. I didn't know it was there, okay? I was bluffing."

"You're a liar and a coward, Peter Parker!" The rattling stopped. The man took a step and it started up again. "To hell with this."

Peter flinched at the sound of a gunshot. There were two more. Then the man screamed. Peter closed his eyes. The gun shots stopped, but the screaming continued.

He peeked around the cart. He couldn't see much, just a shadow of something squirming. Slowly, he came out of his hiding place.

"You alright?" he asked.

The man sobbed.

Peter approached slowly. There was no rattling. No signs of any snakes. As he came close, he could see that the man was pale in the face. He clutched at his chest. There was a lot of blood. The thing had bit him multiple times on the legs and hands. As he came close, the man collapsed. He was still breathing, but he needed a doctor.

He could hear horses in the distance. There was no time for sympathy. Stane would find him and take care of him surely. He had to worry about himself for now. He'd be okay.

Peter ran from the mine. Behind him he heard the tell tale rattle, but nothing bit at his ankles. Lucky.

He found the deputy's horse a few paces from the mine. It must have balked when it heard the snake. It didn't mind Peter climbing onto its back and let him ride it back toward town. He rode for a while, sometimes doubling back, leaving a mess of tracks in the dry soil. Then he rode off into the pastures.

He managed to hide out for a few days before someone spotted him and sent Stane after him. He couldn't go back to MJ's farm while Stane was looking for him, so he left town altogether. Only to find that the next town over had already been alerted about the train robbery. And not just the robbery, but the dead deputy, too. Sheriff Stane blamed him. Despite the obvious snake bites and the fact that Peter was far from a snake charmer, he was still wanted for murder. Everyone was looking for him and once he was caught, he'd be hanged. He had nowhere to run.

The golden pocket watch bought him a room and some food and the silence of a gruff old man who didn't seem to care who he was or what he was up to. Then he was on the run again. But he couldn't run forever.

That's how he ended up back home. He kept his head down. The brim of his hat shaded his face. His heart pounded. He'd heard word that the sheriff and his crew were out dealing with bandits down by the mill outside of town. Even if someone recognized him and wanted to turn him in, they couldn't. So long as no one wanted to take the law into their own hands. But it wasn't as if he'd hurt anyone.

He'd hear whispers in his travels about a man thought of as a king among criminals. He'd never met Anthony Stark in person, but he was notorious in his town. Despite being a gangster, the law looked the other way when it came to Stark. If only because he owned the only brothel for miles around. Others swore he'd saved all sorts of criminals from fates as grim as the noose. Appealing to Stark might just be his only chance.

Peter entered through the swinging doors. Inside seemed nothing more than a dimly lit saloon. A woman tended the bar. She was beautiful with a face caked in paints and powders and her hair done up in curls that fell around her round face. She smiled kindly as he entered.

"Can I help you, mister?" she asked sweetly.

Across the room, a man played a soft and soothing tune on the piano. A patron was asleep with his head down on a table and four empty bottles beside his head. Peter approached the bar.

"Yes, ma'am, I hope so. I'm looking for Mr. Stark."

Her smile fell. Her eyes ran over him coldly. "A boy like you?" she tsked. "What'd he rope you into?"

Peter shook his head. "Nothing like that, ma'am. I just need his help."

She laughed bitterly. "Oh sure. I suppose you just need him to help you patch your momma's fencing." She rolled her eyes. "It ain't none of my business. I work up front so I ain't gotta know."

With her hands on the bar she looked at a door at the back of the room. "Let me just see if he's available, alright kid?"

"Thank ya, ma'am." Peter nodded his head politely. He leaned against the bar as she walked away. His heart raced. Sure, he was a criminal himself but that was largely out of necessity. He'd tried doing things the honest way. Stark was different. They said his father had been a gangster and his father before him. They were criminals before they'd even crossed the pond.

The woman returned to the bar. "He says he'll see you, but don't waste his time," she sighed. "He's been awful bored lately. Mind you don't piss him off. He'll take great pleasure in making you regret it. He might cure his boredom using you for target practice."

"Thanks." Peter swallowed, doing his best to shove his anxiety down with it. He walked past the bar and into the next room.

It was a large bedroom. As big as MJ's whole house. One massive bed sat against one wall along with a desk and a wardrobe. On the other side of the room was a couple of sofas in front of a fireplace. A man sat in a chair facing the door. On the table beside him was a book and a glass of whiskey with little more than a drop left at the bottom.

"Mr. Stark?"

"That's me," the man said. He crossed one leg over the other. His jaw rested against his knuckles as he examined him.

"It's nice to meet you, sir. My name's Peter Parker." He stepped forward and offered his hand, but the man didn't move so he let it fall.

"I know. Who else would be so desperate as to come to me?" He smiled. "I'm awful scary, ain't I?"

Peter smiled back. "You seem decent to me, sir. I hear you're someone to admire."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, sir. They say you're brilliant. But I didn't come here just to flatter you, sir." Peter opened up his bag. He froze as Stark pointed his gun at him. "I'm not armed, I swear."

"You just show me what you got, nice and slowly."

Peter nodded. Shaking, he pulled a silk scarf from the bag. "See? I took a few things from that train a couple weeks back. It's all yours if you help me."

"You did an awful lot more than rob a train. They say that deputy died quite a slow, awful, death. A bit of silk can't get you out of the pinch you're in."

"I know that. There's plenty more. I went and buried it, but I'll show you where if you promise to help me. Please, sir."

Stark didn't look impressed, but he put his gun away. His eyes seemed to roam Peter's body. Perhaps he was bored already.

"Listen, I have tons more silk, just like this one. And jewelry, too. Diamonds and gold, a pearl necklace..."

Stark rose from his seat and walked towards him, one heavy step at a time, as Peter babbled. His voice trailed off as they were nose to nose. Stark lifted his hand slowly like you might around a stray animal. His fingers dragged up his throat and up to hold his chin. With the other hand, he took the hat from his head and tossed it onto the bed.

"Baby, I don't want your jewels," he purred.

Peter swallowed. "Then what..." He shivered as he realized. He couldn't mean that could he? But those eyes, those dark and dilated pupils. The way he looked at him with more hunger than he'd ever seen in a man before. Tony's lips curled into a lazy grin as he watched his face.

His hand slid along his jaw to the back of his neck. Peter stood frozen in place as Stark leaned in and pressed their lips together. He'd always heard it was bad etiquette to kiss a whore. It's too intimate. Save it for your wife, they say. He understood why now. Stark kissed like he was savoring the taste of him as if he were the finest wine or the juiciest cut of meat. His lips felt so unexpectedly plump and so enticingly warm. Then they parted so slightly and the tip of his tongue teased the seam of his lips. Peter sighed, longing and deep. Pleasure flowed like whiskey through his blood. It made him feel warm and hazy and found himself reaching for him, kissing him back with a hand on his waist.

When realized what he was doing, where he was, and why. He pushed him back, taking a step back, himself.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark," he gasped, panic jolting through him. "I can't- I-"

"Do you want my help or not?" He looked at him, both eyebrows raised. His face was flushed. "I hate to ask twice."

Peter swallowed. He straightened his back. "No, sir. I'm sorry. I'll find some other way."

"Think you can bribe Stane with those pretty silks of yours? He can just take them off your corpse when they're done hanging you, sweetheart."

He took another step back. His heart pounded in his ears. "I'm sorry," he said again. Then he backed out the door. He ran through the bar and back outside.

The afternoon sun blazed against his face. He was still holding the scarf in one hand and people were staring. He stuffed it into his bag and hurried down the street. He had to find somewhere to hide for the night, get out of town in the morning. Maybe he'd be better off heading east. He could use the jewelry to buy a train ticket. He was mapping it all out in his mind, putting a new plan together when someone pulled a sack right over his head.

Peter lashed out, swinging his fists, but someone grabbed him around the middle.

"Just you hold still," they laughed.

"You ain't goin nowhere!" said another. They dragged him, kicking and fighting, down the dirt road. He couldn't see, but he felt it when his feet hit the wooden deck. They dragged him inside, out of the sun and into somewhere stuffy.

"Let me go!" he screamed.

"Alright, here ya go," someone mocked. He heard metal clanking. Someone yanked his bag off his shoulders and over his head. Then they shoved him.

He fell face first, catching himself on his hands and spraining his wrist. He yanked the sack off of his head and turned around to see three men slamming the cell door. They turned the key in the lock.

"You've got a lot of nerve comin' 'round here, Parker," one of them jeered. He looked scruffy and his clothes were spotted with sweat stains.

"Don't you know how much Stane is offering for ya? We're all takin’ our retirement tomorrow," another one said. This one had sun dark skin that was still peeling beneath his eyes. They didn't look any different than your average working men. They had a lot to gain from a bounty. He'd been an idiot to come into town.

"I didn't kill anyone! You're hanging an innocent man," Peter tried.

"That's too bad. We get paid either way. Doesn't matter what the sheriff does with ya."

"Are you sure?" One of the guys said. "What if he's really innocent?"

Another guy laughed. "Yeah, right. He'd say anything to get himself out of there."

The door opened and in walked Obadiah Stane. He smirked when he saw Peter in the cell.

"Nice work, fellas. Go and talk to Beck about your payment."

They hurried off without so much as a look back at Peter. Then it was just the two of them alone.

"Thought you'd got away with it did ya, Parker?"

"I didn't kill him. You know I didn't. You have to. You saw what that snake did to him."

Stane looked surprised, but Peter didn't buy it. "Snake? No, you hacked him up like the lunatic you are and dumped the pieces in the bottom of that mine."

"You can't do this! I'll tell the judge everything!"

"What judge?" Stane chuckled. "Don't ya know he's out of town? Been gone a week now already. Won't be back for a month or two. And I ain't waitin' that long. Not when I've got such a cruel, sadistic, killer on my hands." His lips spread into a wide, cruel grin. Then he burst into laughter so strong that he held his belly.

"Someone's gotta pay for this, kid. I ain't sorry that it's you. All you and those Osborns do is cause trouble. Only I can't bother them can I? The town'd have a fit if I messed with Norman's son. You, though, nobody will miss."

Peter swallowed. He was right. He should have thought about that back at the train. Not that he would ever willingly throw Harry to the wolves, but maybe they could have come up with a better plan. "What about the goods? All the jewels and silk that I took? I'll tell you where I hid them if you let me go."

Stane turned around and walked to the desk. He picked up Peter's bag and rifled through it. "There's more out there somewhere, that it?"

"I buried it."

Stane looked at him, eyebrows raised. "Now what would you do a thing like that for, son?"

"I'm not just gonna walk around with valuables like that on my person. I'm not an idiot."

"Aren't you just?" Stane chuckled. He patted the bag. "This'll do just fine. It's a steal for me either way. I get to hang the bastard that killed a dear friend and I get a couple of prizes."

"I didn't kill him, Stane!"

The sheriff shrugged. "It was your fault he was in that damned mine, wasn't it? Sounds to me like you killed him."

Peter clenched his teeth. There was nothing he could say and nothing he could do. He sat down on the bench against the wall. Stane left him alone. He kicked his feet up on the desk and took to reading the paper. He wasn't sure how he fell asleep, but a while later, he woke to the feeling of being watched.

The sun was low, now. Dawn or dusk, he wasn't sure, but it was dark. Stane wasn't at his desk, but someone else was looming outside his cell.

"Come to say I told you so?" Peter asked. He sat up on the bench and rubbed the sleep from his face.

Stark smirked. He leaned against the bars. "I didn't come to talk." He held up the key to Peter's cell.

Peter jumped up and ran to the door. "You're getting me out?"

"That depends on you, doesn't it? I know I said I hate to ask twice, but it's a damn shame to let such a pretty thing go without a fight."

Peter paled. He couldn't believe he was still asking, but dammit if he wasn't desperate enough now.

"What do you say, pretty boy?" Tony reached through the bars to pet the side of his face. Two fingers traced the shape of his lips. He had a curious look in his eyes. Peter watched him with a racing heart. Then those fingers pushed past his lips. He didn't know why, but he allowed it. He shivered when he tasted them on his tongue. They pushed back into his throat and Peter swallowed.

"Are you gonna be a good whore for me?" Tony whispered. He thought about telling him no, but the threat of the noose made his blood run cold. He'd do anything and he hated himself for it, but he would. Peter nodded, fingers still between his lips. "Yeah, you are. Look at you."

He took his fingers from his mouth. Peter swayed, off balance by the sudden movement. Tony unlocked the cell and stepped inside. Peter felt cornered as he approached.

"You ever been with a man, Pete?" Peter shook his head. Tony smiled. "Good. I like to play teacher."

Peter backed into the wall as Tony came closer. His fingers touched his lips again. "You seem like a smart kid. I bet you already know what a whore uses this for."

Peter's face grew hot. "Go on, sweetheart. What's it for?" His fingers brushed over his lips, tracing them in circles. Peter closed his eyes and shook his head. The back of Tony's hand battered the side of his face. A startled cry escaped him. His whole body tensed for a fight, but Tony grabbed him by the throat. Peter glared as Tony pried open his jaw and forced his fingers inside, stretching his mouth around four of them.

"What's this fucking hole for, Pete? Huh?"

Peter struggled. He tried to tell him to stop, but his mouth was stretched to its limit as Tony tried to fit his hand in wrist deep. He held it back as long as he could, but two of Tony's fingers brushed the back of his throat and he choked. Tony slapped him again.

"Come on, you're a smart boy." He jerked his arm back and forth like he was fucking his mouth with his fingers. His face was a mess of spit. As he tried to escape, Tony's hand left his neck to grab him by the hair instead. It was much more effective at keeping him still, forcing him to submit. When he stopped struggling, he realized it was much easier if he relaxed. He blinked back tears and looked at the man's face.

"That's a good boy," Tony cooed. "Tell me."

"For..." Peter tried to speak around Tony's hand. Smirking, Tony pulled his fingers out of his mouth and held his chin.

"For sucking your cock, sir."

"Very good," Tony purred. "You're gonna be a good student, aren't ya? You gonna make me proud?"

Peter blushed as he realized the man was waiting for an answer. "Yes, sir," he whispered.

"What was that?" Tony barely tapped his cheek, but Peter still flinched.

"Yes, sir," he said louder.

"Good boy. So where should you be?"

Peter's eyes widened, then they flicked to the floor. It wasn't that he'd thought he was joking, but if he had to go through with it, well, he hadn't counted on being an active participant in his own violation.

He slid down the wall to his knees. He stared firmly at Tony's thighs, hands refusing to move.

"Are you waiting for permission? We're well past that, cock sucker."

Peter pressed his lips together and swallowed down the insult. He focused straight ahead, pushing any singular thought to the back of his mind as he unhooked the man's belt. He slid it through the loops and unzipped his pants. Shame heated his skin, but still he wrapped his hand around Tony's cock and pulled it free, sliding his pants down just enough. He just had to get through this. Then he would be free. He started to pump his cock in his hand, breathing steadily, refusing to react. He could go back to Harry and MJ and finally take them up on that offer to be their farm hand. Even if it was a hand out. It was better than this.

Tony's hand connected with his face again. This time Peter glared up at him, body gone stiff on instinct. Tony grabbed him by the hair, capturing both of his wrists in one hand when he reached for his arm. He shook him, hair tugging at his scalp.

"You're here with me, kid. I don't want any glassy eyed 'close your eyes and dream of London' bullshit, you got me? If you're gonna do it, do it right."

"Sorry, sir," Peter cried. Tony let go of him. He was shaken. The fight fled his system leaving him docile, even tamed.

"Try again," Tony ordered.

Peter tried again, this time focusing on what he was doing. Shame twisted in his stomach like coiling snakes.

"That's much better," Tony praised. He ran his fingers through Peter's hair. "Open up, now."

He let Tony pull him in as he parted his lips. His cock was bigger than he'd thought, forcing him to open wider to take the head into his mouth. He shivered as the salty taste touched his tongue. At least it didn't taste too bad. He focused again before Stark could get mad at him again. He licked all around the head and traced the ridges with his tongue. He wasn't sure he was doing it right, but if he did a decent job, this could be over quicker. He tried sucking on it and running his tongue down the length. None of this seemed to get much of a reaction until he looked up. Their eyes met and he felt it as Tony's cock throbbed against his tongue. His hand tightened just a bit in his hair and he pushed into his mouth just a little bit more.

"Such a pretty thing," Tony sighed. With one hand he pet Peter's cheek. "You want to please me don't you? I can tell."

There was something to his words that made him blush. He tried taking more of him into his mouth, moving up and down his length, all while gazing up at him. It was embarrassing, but Stark seemed to enjoy it. He watched him with those dark, hungry eyes. Rich sighs and moans left his lips. Peter kept going, undeniably proud of himself as he puzzled out what the man liked. He didn't hate it. The friction, the fullness, it felt good. And he liked getting such reactions out of a man so powerful. A man with countless whores at his disposal, no less.

Tony grabbed his hair and stopped him. "Keep your mouth open," he ordered. Then he trust his hips, fucking into his mouth as if it were a cunt. Embarrassment burned even hotter under his skin. It was one thing to suck a man off, but it was another to have his mouth as if he wasn't even attached to it. But he sat, still and obedient, mouth hanging open. Drool ran over his chin and he ignored it. Tony's cock, forced open his throat, drawing obscene noises out of him, but only seemed to make Tony moan, so he didn't protest. He thought for sure the man was close to the edge, for sure it was almost over. And then he stopped and released him.

"Strip and get on the bed."

Peter stared at him for a moment as he tried to decipher what he was being asked. He wiped the drool off his face and stood. He yanked the laces on his boots and kicked them off. Then hesitantly, he started to unbutton his shirt until Tony smacked his hand.

"No. You can't please a man like that, sweetheart. You gotta work a little harder. Go slowly."

Face burning, Peter unbuttoned his shirt while Tony watched. "Good. Now let it roll off your shoulders. There now you can pull it off your arms."

Peter swallowed. The way he looked at him, at his body, felt violating. Almost more so than the way he'd brutalized his throat. He grabbed the back of his undershirt and pulled it over his head, going slowly in hopes of avoiding any more criticism. Right or wrong, Tony allowed it. He stood ogling Peter's toned chest down to his abdomen. His tongue slipped out, running over his bottom lip as he admired his narrow hips.

"Keep going."

He couldn't look at Tony, but he couldn't pretend he hated his eyes on him either. Coerced though he might be, the guy was still handsome, still powerful, still kissed as if he would devour him. He wanted that again.

Peter unhooked his belt and pulled it slowly through the loops. He unbuttoned his jeans and slowly dragged them down to his knees before he let them drop and pushed them aside along with his socks. Then he stood, thumbs hooked in the waistband of his underwear. Bravely, he looked up and met Tony's eye before he pulled them down and added them to the mess on the floor.

It startled him how fast Tony moved and how violently he grabbed him. His fingers dug into his arms and his neck. Their mouths latched together. His back hit the wall, but he didn't care. Tony was kissing him, making him gasp for breath, making him moan when their tongues brushed together. He pressed in closer, pushing Peter harder into the wall. His thigh was against Peter's groin and as he moved, Peter whined, his cock hard and overstimulated by the rough texture of his still open jeans. His hand squeezed his throat. Peter felt like he was melting. There wasn't a thought in his head beyond wanting more.

When Tony stopped, Peter ached for him. "Get on the bench," he ordered. He let Peter go and took a step back. He watched him with predatory eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt.

Peter swallowed. He slowly stepped to the side as he might startle a wild animal. He found the bench and bent over it, bracing himself on his arms. His heart raced. Surely it couldn't be that bad.

"Oh no, baby boy," Tony chuckled. "This is your first time. Lay on your back."

Face burning, Peter turned around and laid back on the hard wood. The bench wasn't long enough to stretch his legs out, forcing him to bend his knees. The embarrassment could have killed him. Tony looked down at him, ogling his body while he stroked his cock. He'd coated it in some kind of lubricant at least. It made a vulgar wet sound as he touched himself. Still it looked huge from this angle. Like it might truly break him in half.

"That's a good boy. I want to make this special for you, sweetheart. Just like a honeymoon." He stepped in between his legs and knelt on the bench. There was barely enough room for the both of them. Tony hiked one of his legs up and put it over his shoulder. Peter's hands went up to cover his face, but Tony pulled them back down.

"None of that. Can't have my beautiful bride hiding away." He winked.

A retort came to his tongue. Then Tony started to push his cock inside him and all Peter could get out of his mouth was, "Ah ah ah," he was split open.

Tony bent and captured his lips. Peter let him have whatever he wanted, following him in the kiss, entirely submissive to his whims. As easily as if he'd flipped a switch, he felt like he had no resistance left. He didn't know if it was the pain or the pleasure that had overwhelmed him, but he was done for.

Tony moaned against his mouth. "You like that don't you? I knew you would. I've got an eye for boys who need to be bred."

"Hurts," Peter gasped.

Tony chuckled. "Does it? Does it hurt, sweetheart? Or does it feel like the best fucking thing that's ever happened to you?" He moved his hip, just a fraction, but Peter wailed. It was good. It was so good. It burned and he felt stretched open and humiliated, but it felt so good. Blindingly good.

His cock just kept going deeper all while Peter could do nothing but moan in pain and pleasure. If you'd asked him, he would have sworn it was in his stomach.

"Look at that," Tony mused. "You're just the right size." He smacked his hips against Peter's ass. His eyes rolled back in his head and for a moment he saw spots. Peter gasped as his cock was touched. The shock of it made him half sit up, moving the cock inside him and melting his brain once again. Tony pushed him back down with a hand on his chest.

"Just relax, pretty boy. You're my playing thing now. I can touch whatever I want. Can't I?"

Peter stared up at him dumbly, words a million miles away. Tony's eyebrow twitched and he knew what was coming but he couldn't move to stop it. His hand struck his cheek. It brought him back to life, if only a little.

"Yes, sir," Peter gasped.

"Yes, sir, what?"

"You can... touch whatever you want... sir."

"That's a good boy." He leaned in closer, folding Peter in half. Peter's eyes widened and his lips fell open as he felt his cock go even deeper. It really hurt now and somehow he loved it. Somehow he wanted more. His fingers dug into the sides of Tony's jeans as he tried to pull him closer.

"You want to be full," he teased. Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm gonna fill you up right." His hand wrapped around his throat again. Then he started to move his hips. Peter didn't let go of his jeans though his grip was loose. That cock moving inside him was everything he didn't know he'd ever wanted. Whatever Tony wanted, he could have it as long as he kept fucking him. He'd take up walking on all fours and barking like a dog if he asked him to.

"You've got tears in your eyes, Pete. Did you find god hanging off my cock?" he teased. "You love it, don't you?"

"Yes," Peter gasped, only now, no shame followed the admission. He couldn't feel anything but pleasure. Greedy with it, he reached out and pulled Tony in for another kiss. He felt him grin against his mouth before giving him what he was asking for.

After a moment he stopped and grabbed Peter's wrist, pulling his hand away and pinning it beside his head. He grabbed Peter's hip with the other hand, holding him down as he fucked him hard, as deeply as he could get. Each thrust of his hips made him gasp, the sound of his own voice pitched higher each time, pleasure growing. He barely touched himself before he came, crying out, the sound echoing off the brick walls.

"That's my good boy," Tony purred. "You learn quickly don't you?" He moaned. He moved his hips faster now. It hurt as the pleasure of his orgasm faded, but just like the pain of his cock all the way in his stomach, it felt incredible. He only wanted more.

Peter whimpered, crying like an injured puppy, entirely shameless. He still wanted more. He needed it.

"That must hurt by now," Tony commented. "Don't tell me you like that, too."

Peter chewed his bottom lip. He didn't meet his eyes. Tony grabbed him by the hair, pushing his cock all the way in and holding him there like a fish on a hook.

"Tell me," he growled. He pulled so hard that his eyes watered.

"I liked it," Peter gasped. "I like the pain, sir."

Tony pulled harder and Peter moaned. "Fuck," Tony gasped. He let go of his hair to hold both of his hips. He fucked him like he wanted to snap his spine while all Peter could do was hold on. He slowed only enough to speak.

"Tell me you want me to breed you. Beg me for it."

Peter licked his dry lips. "Please, sir... breed me please," embarrassment broke his voice. "Please, Mr. Stark. I need it, sir." He wrapped his legs around the man's waist, caging him in. Moaning, Tony fucked him deep and finally came. Peter's eyes widened as he realized he could feel it. It was hot and wet and deep in his gut. He moaned and his own cock throbbed, begging for more. He stroked himself while Tony came inside him. When Tony realized what he was doing, he grinned lazily.

"What a little whore," he teased. "Keep going, sweetheart. Make yourself cum for me. Getting bred was more than you could handle, huh? Fucking cock hole." He grabbed him by the hair again and Peter moaned, cumming hard, his whole body shivering. He melted into a limp puddle beneath him.

Tony gave him another kiss. He almost wanted to cry as clarity returned to him. What the hell had he just done?

Peter cleared his throat. "Am I free now, sir? You'll get me out?"

Tony smiled. "Oh, you're free from the noose. I'll make Stane drop the charges against you."

Peter eyed him suspiciously. "What else do you want from me?"

"You're not finished with your end, Pete," he said as if speaking to a child. "That was just the trial run, sweetheart. I'm gonna take you somewhere nice and private for the real thing."

[winterspiderpurrs]

Write a Starker fic with Vampire!Tony in a scandalous relationship with Werewolf!Peter and Warlock!Stephen

It was early in the morning, still dark out as the sun hasn't quite risen yet. Tony was tapping away on his tablet, Stephen was sitting up enjoying himself a hot tea, and Peter was laying between then still lightly snoring away.

Tony looked down foundly at Peter, reaching out run his fingers through his air.

" Let him rest Tony. The full moon was just yesterday. "

Rolling his eyes " I know that Stephen, just had to pet him a little bit...he likes it"

Stephen waves his hand, and the tea cup of his floats away to land smoothly onto the night stand next to the bed. He turns his body to face the others. Smiling fondly down at the sleeping Peter, reaching out to lightly flick at the tag hanging from the collar around his neck. Running his thumb over the engraving on it.

'Property of Stark and Strange' and then a protective rune just under it.

" I can't belive it's been a year"

Tony raises an eyebrow " Really? Huh doesn't seem that long"

Stephen scoffs a little " Well of course to you, you're over 200 years old,"

Gasping playfully " I am in the prime of my life Stephie"

Rolling his eyes Stephen shakes his head but still smiles at Tony's antics.

You see Stephen knew of Peter for a bit before he introduced Tony to him. Peter worked at a local occult store. Sometimes, he could find the best books, actual real useful books with spells or legends.

Stephen was already attracted to Peter. And he knew Tony would like him as well, even more so when he finally brought Tony to the shop cause he needed a favor. Werewolf fur is hard to come by, ya know.

Tony complained the whole journey there, but when he got into the shop, there was a small rebot that rolled around and took clients to the section of books they were looking for. Or offering to carry items to the check out.

Peter's cheerful. " I made him myself! I call him Benny"

Tony turns to Stephen, " I want one. Can we keep him?" While pointing to Peter.

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Not really scandalous, but I wanted a little cutesy get together. Hope you like it still!

[truebluedreamer]

I thought we were friends

Rating: E (very mildly, there's just a short mention of cocks at the end, really) Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Fandom: Marvel Tags: Fluff, mutual pining, friends with benefits (the loosest definition) Summary: Peter has never really thought about it before: how other people see them.

He's thinking about it now, though.

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Peter Parker Bingo 2023 B1 square fill: Friends With Benefits Finished Bingo below cut:

[babystarker]

how many of you are actively in the starker fandom still? for myself it waned a lot for about a year and now i’m back in it. i no longer write fics (unless requested, then i prompt fill) but i indulge in reading them ;)

[graceful-starker]

Sex Toys

Summary: Toni introduces her girlfriend Penny to one of her toy boxes.

Warnings: Genderbend, exploring with sex toys.

WC/Rating: 4092/E

Notes: I thought this prompt (Day 31- Sex Toys) would fit perfectly with my gender bend square on my bingo! Also @the-mad-starker this one is for you boo <3 This turned out so much longer than I planned ;-;

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Penny has enjoyed their sex life so far, more than that even. She thinks it’s perfect; she’s never before been with someone who was so sexually compatible. Every single time they have sex, which is a lot, she leaves feeling like that was the best sex of her life. She can hardly remember what an orgasm without Toni’s influence feels like, but she knows it’s boring in comparison. 

Toni, however, will not settle for best. She wants to ruin Penny, ruin her for anyone else, ruin her for anything that isn’t given by Toni. And so far, she’s succeeding. 

Penny can’t even get herself off anymore, not by herself. Which she doesn’t really mind, because there aren’t a whole lot of opportunities for her to be horny without Toni being able to fix it for her. 

All of this to say, Penny nearly faints when Toni opens the box, which is well used yet new to Penny and Toni’s relationship. 

“That’s…the first box?” Penny squeaks, leaning away from the box as if the contents will reach out and bite her.

Toni smirks, that familiar sparkle of mischief in her eyes. “Oh, kid,” Toni says, leaning in and kissing her shoulder. “This is the ‘ease Penny into it’ box. I have a whole playroom filled with boxes and other toys.”

Penny swallows thickly, leaning back into Toni’s chest. It’s terrifying, the idea of Toni having not only more toys than this, but more intense toys that Toni deemed too scary to start Penny off with. A whole room dedicated to sex; Penny should have known honestly. “W-what’s wrong with what we do now?” Penny asks, voice shaking. 

It’s not that Penny is a stranger to toys; she has her own favorite vibrator at home, and even a dildo in her dresser. Not to mention, Toni has already used a few different vibrators and dildos on her, and she even introduced Penny to the strap on. (Maybe Toni has more strap ons, Penny is suddenly very sure that Toni would not limit herself to just one harness). But this box, and the idea of more boxes; it’s a lot to take in all at once. 

“Nothing,” Toni murmurs, directly into Penny’s ear just to feel the younger shiver against her. She gives Penny’s ear a gentle kiss, before licking along the shell. Penny’s breath leaves her in a gasp, and Toni smirks. “Just limited. There’s a whole world of ways to play you haven’t tried yet. Don’t you want to explore it?” Her voice lilts teasingly at the end, and Penny is helpless against her beautiful, sexy, perfect lover. 

Penny reaches out with a shaky hand, fingers wrapping around the absurdly large dildo in her hands. Or, she assumes it’s a dildo; it isn’t human. She’s had sex with a man before, and she’s seen porn; this is absolutely not a human penis. “What even is this?” she asks, voice weak and shaky.

She feels more than hears Toni laugh against her neck, and watches as Toni’s thicker fingers join her own on the toy. “It’s called a dragon dildo. They have all sorts of shapes and sizes, you know. Even animal ones.”

Penny startles, almost dropping the toy if it wasn’t for Toni’s grip on it too. “What?!” She hisses, scandalized. Her cheeks are red, and she just knows Toni is loving every second of this. She’s said in the past that she adores when Penny blushes, and she proves it again by sighing and rubbing her lips softly against Penny’s burning cheeks. “Why?”

“Why not?” Tony whispers, moving the dildo onto the dresser and digging through the box some more. “What do you think of this one?”

“Why is there a bunny on it?” Penny asks, running her fingers over it. She blushes harder as Toni switches it on and it starts to vibrate. “Oh, fuck,” Penny whispers, realizing where the bunny goes now. “Fuck, this one-this part goes inside? It’s so big!”

Tony snickers, turning it off and pushing it aside too. She kisses behind Penny’s ear and rummages through the box again. “That one is called the greedy girl,” she says, almost like it’s an afterthought. “It would be big. Oh, you’ll love this one,” Toni says, pulling out what at first looks like a unicorn toy.

Penny quirks a brow, taking it from Toni and looking it over. “A unicorn?” she asks, confused. Toni lets her turn it around, and Penny gasps loudly as she looks at the mouth. “It has a tongue!” she yells, and Toni giggles behind her. Toni takes it again and pushes the toy’s mouth against Penny’s still clothed crotch, directly over where her clit is hidden. “O-oh,” Penny whispers, realizing what the tongue will do.

Toni hums happily, throwing that one to the side and pulling out what are surely two medieval torture devices. “These go on your nipples and vibrate,” Toni hums, holding them both in one hand in order to use the other to pinch at Penny’s left nipple gently. 

It still makes Penny gasp and jump slightly, and she rubs her legs together without realizing it. “Toni,” Penny whines, leaning back more heavily into Toni’s front. Those arms Penny loves so much abandon the toys to wrap around Penny’s body, holding her close and kissing up and down her neck. 

“We can try as much or as little as you want. And we can take our time exploring, no need to dive in head first,” Toni reminds her, squeezing Penny tighter to her. 

Penny is, despite her hesitation, absolutely throbbing between her legs. Her panties have to be soaked by now, and it would be embarrassing if it wasn’t exactly what Toni wanted. “You can use a few of them on me,” Penny agrees softly, despite the shakiness still remaining in her voice. “I think-I think it might be easier if you surprise me with them,” she thinks out loud. “In-instead of telling me. I think the…the expectation is causing the…”

Toni isn’t playing fair. One hand has slipped under Penny’s shirt, and is rubbing small circles around her nipple. On top of this, her teeth are starting to gently scrape over her neck, and Penny honestly didn’t stand a chance. 

“Fuck, Toni, please. Please, I want you so bad right now,” Penny whines, rubbing her legs together on purpose now.

Toni hums, grabbing a handful of Penny’s breast before squeezing it more roughly than she normally would. It causes Penny to whine and press more firmly against Toni’s front, and Toni’s lips twist into a smirk. “Strip for me then, beautiful.” 

Penny almost falls when Toni backs away, but catches herself before she does. She gives herself a second to breathe, before she turns to eye Toni wearily. When her girlfriend only widens her smile and quirks a brow in demand, Penny licks her lips and starts to strip. 

Sometimes she likes giving Toni a show, likes to watch those deep brown irises slowly get swallowed by dilating pupils; but she doesn’t have the patience nor the confidence right now. Instead, she twists her shirt off and throws it onto the dresser before dropping her jeans. She’s out of them in record time, a feat she’s very proud of considering how tight the jeans are that Toni keeps buying her. 

She hesitates when she’s down to her bra and panties, watching as Toni starts to look through her box and make decisions. Penny is grateful for the moment to collect herself, and takes a few steadying deep breaths before unclipping her bra and tossing it to join the rest of her clothes. Her panties follow before she can change her mind, and she scoots herself back on the bed so she’s resting against the pillows against the headboard. It’s easier to start sitting up and move to laying down when Toni is above her. 

Toni hums when she has her selections, putting everything else away and carrying the chosen toys to the bed behind her back. “Close your eyes,” Toni purrs, and Penny is helpless but to obey. She hears the toys be deposited next to her, hears Toni quickly shed her own clothes, and feels as the bed dips with Toni’s weight. 

Soon Penny feels Toni sitting in her lap, her hands automatically resting on her girlfriend’s hips to keep her there.

Toni chuckles softly, and the dark tone makes Penny shiver, “Good girl,” Toni purrs, and accidentally unlocks a new kink in Penny. Penny feels her jaw drop and hears herself suck in a sharp breath. “Oh,” Toni says, delight evident in her tone. “You like being good for me, baby?” Toni asks, her hands rubbing up and down Penny’s arms teasingly. 

Penny whimpers softly, biting her lower lip and furrowing her brows. Toni is always doing this to her, is always making her feel both adored and mocked in the same breath. It’s as if everything Penny does delights Toni to no end, like the older woman is constantly as surprised by Penny’s actions as Penny is by Toni’s. 

Toni hums at the lack of answer, wrapping her fingers gently around Penny’s wrists and pulls them up to her mouth to give each a gentle kiss. Then she moves Penny’s arms above her head, crossing one wrist over the other. “Scoot down the bed for me, but keep these here. And keep your eyes closed. 

Penny takes a deep breath and obeys, feeling Toni lift her weight up but not move away. She scoots down until she’s flat against the bed, her wrists crossed above her head. “Like this?” she has to confirm, wanting to behave.

“Perfect,” Toni praises, and rests her weight back down so her ass rests on Penny’s stomach. It’s here that Penny realizes she’s still in panties, and a shiver runs through her again at the realization that she’s naked and Toni isn’t. “Now, be my good girl and stay still. And keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open.”

Penny sucks in a breath through her teeth, clenching her fists but refusing to move them. Fuck, how did it take so long to realize she has a praise kink? 

The next thing she knows, Toni’s lips are on hers, and she tries to raise into the kiss. Penny is convinced Toni has magic kisses; everything else disappears when those thick, soft lips rub over her own. The way Toni sucks Penny’s lower lip in between her teeth, teasingly biting just enough to make the feeling apparent but not hurt, makes all of Penny’s anxiety dissipate. She never feels more wanted and adored than when Toni’s tongue worships her own, when it curls gently behind her teeth and lathes over the roof of her mouth. 

What could have been minutes or days later, Toni pulls away and hums in satisfaction. “God, if you could only see the way you look right after I kiss you,” Toni sighs lovingly, fingers gently rubbing over Penny’s cheek. “I want to make you feel so good that you forget everything except my name,” Toni says, as if that isn’t the hottest thing Penny has ever heard. 

“Please,” Penny responds, starting to wiggle under Toni’s weight. “I want you!”

Toni scoots down Peter’s stomach until her clothed crotch rubs over Penny’s exposed clit. It causes a hiss to escape Penny’s mouth, and her fingers twitch with the urge to touch her girlfriend. “You always respond so beautifully when I touch you,” Toni says, rubbing her hands up Penny’s stomach until she can grope Penny’s tits in both hands. 

Penny whines at the grip, trying to rub her clit into Toni’s ass. “C’mon!” she complains.

Toni chuckles again, before leaning down and sucking one nipple into her mouth while massaging the breast tissue. Her other hand moves to pinch and roll Penny’s nipple between her fingers, getting it hard and erect.

Penny gasps and whines, throwing her head back into the pillows. It’s difficult to fight the urge to watch, to fight the urge to touch Toni. She wants to tangle her fingers in Tony’s pretty hair, pull her closer to her chest and force more of herself into Toni’s mouth. 

Toni is relentless though; she rolls Penny’s nipple between her teeth, biting just on the edge of pain, before soothing it over with the flat of her tongue. Then she switches, tugging and rolling at the abused nub with her other hand and taking the other nipple between her lips.

“Fuck!” Penny gasps, squirming in a way that tests Toni’s balance. “Fuck, please, it-it hurts but it feels good at the same time!” 

Toni pulls back enough to laugh breathily, causing Penny’s nipple to pebble at the wash of air. “You haven’t felt anything, yet,” she teases darkly. She pulls away from Penny’s chest, ignoring the complaining whine from her girlfriend, and reaches for the toys. “Tell me if you don’t like this,” Toni demands, waiting for Penny to nod.

“I promise!” Penny says, eyebrows furrowed. “Please, get on with it!”

Toni finally takes mercy on her; or, maybe mercy is the wrong word, since it’s even more tortuous than Toni’s mouth. Something cold and rubber pinches at the erect nubs Toni worked hard to get ready. The feeling is both really fucking good and really fucking weird. Penny has never felt something like this before; just on the edge of being painful but so, so stimulating that Penny doesn’t even care. 

“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, biting her lip to keep more moans and whines from escaping. 

Toni makes a happy noise, thumbs gently rubbing over the clamped nipples. “So fucking pretty,” Toni whispers, almost to herself, and sits back on Penny’s thighs to better enjoy the view. “I love your tits,” Toni sighs wistfully, and it almost makes Penny laugh; if she wasn’t too wound up already, she might have. 

“Can I look yet?” Penny asks, because she wants to see the adoration on Toni’s face.

“No,” Toni says, a teasing note to the single syllable. “I’m not anywhere close to done with you.” She scoots further down, and spreads Penny’s thighs so she can fit between them. 

Penny feels a blush paint her cheeks red, knowing her dripping pussy is exposed to Toni’s hungry gaze now. Toni pushes her legs even further apart, almost uncomfortably so, and squeezes Penny’s thighs. “I love every part of you,” Toni corrects her earlier statement, leaning in to nip at the sensitive skin of Penny’s inner thighs. Penny’s leg jumps under her touch, and Toni grins. “I would devour you if I could.”

Penny whines, clenching around nothing and pulling her legs as far apart as she can without them burning–being Spider-Woman has a lot of benefits, including flexibility. “Please, Toni, please touch me!”

Toni laughs meanly, squeezing at Penny’s thighs hard enough to leave bruises. “I am touching you, sweetheart.”

Penny sticks her tongue out at her lover, and gasps as Toni pinches her. “You know that’s not what I mean!” she whines.

Toni hums in agreement, before running her fingers teasingly up and down Penny’s thighs. “A or B?” she asks.

The question confuses Penny enough that she almost blinks her eyes open. “What’s A and what’s B?”

“Not telling,” Toni says, leaning down and licking at one of Penny’s trapped nipples. “A or B?”

Penny whines, fighting the urge to rub her legs together. “B?”

Toni grins against Penny’s breast, kissing the flesh once more before pulling away. “Stay still, and keep those pretty legs spread for me.”

Peter blushes heavily, biting her lip to keep from doing something stupid like beg. 

Toni puts something back in the box, and then her left hand is back on Penny’s right thigh. It rubs soothingly up and down, distracting Penny from what’s to come. “Good girl, stay just like that. So pretty, so gorgeous for me.” She uses her right thumb to rub into Penny’s slit, feeling the slickness there with a shiver of her own desire.

Penny gasps, biting harder on her lip and fighting the urge to moan. Fuck, she’s so fucking wet and Toni has barely touched her. She wants so many things at once; she wants Toni’s thick fingers deep inside of her, she wants Toni’s tongue on her clit or fucking deep into her, she wants Toni’s strap-on, wants that silicone cock fucking her better than anyone else ever has. Anything, anything from her girlfriend.

Toni answers her silent plea, but not in a way Penny expected. “You’re so wet for me already, I can feel how much you want me,” she practically growls, before the thumb slides up to rest just above Penny’s clit. Something cold and rubber rubs along her slit instead, gathering up her slick and using it as lubrication. 

“Fuck,” Penny gasps, before biting her lip again. Toni squeezes her thigh again, and Penny throws her head back. She’s so wound up, she feels like if Toni breathed on her clit she would come. “Fuck, please, what is that?”

Toni growls softly, twisting the toy so that it’s fully covered in Penny’s desperation before slowly sliding it inside. 

Penny winces at first, but then she slowly starts to gasp and groan the further it slides into her. She doesn’t remember any of the toys looking this big, but it slowly starts to spread her open wider and wider. The toy is slender at the top, and she thought she could handle that. But it’s getting wider and wider, and Penny whines loudly as the base finally presses against her and she can feel Toni’s fingers against her lips. “Oh my fucking god,” Penny gasps out.

Toni kisses Penny’s hip, twisting the toy inside of Penny. “Do you like the way it feels?” Toni asks, teeth scraping the skin under her mouth.

Penny nods frantically, almost reaching down to touch herself before she catches herself. Her wrists slam back into the pillows above her head, and she clenches her eyes shut tightly. “Fuck, it’s so big!”

Toni worries a hickey into her skin, and waits a few seconds before pulling it out and gently pushing it back in slowly. She uses her other hand to reach up and splay over Penny’s stomach. “You’re taking it so good, baby. Being such a good girl for me. You’re taking everything I give you, aren’t you? Just to make me happy, right? So good for me, listening to all of my directions. Keeping your hands up there, keeping your eyes shut tight. You’re such a beautiful, good girl for me.”

Penny whines at the praise, clenching around the toy. Her legs are shaking with the effort of keeping still, the muscles jumping under the skin. A thin layer of sweat has started to build on her skin, and Toni licks away a bit from her thigh. “Please, Toni, I want to see now. Please?”

Toni hums in thought, before twisting the toy again. Now Penny can feel a small nub on the base, which rubs into her clit when Toni pushes it as deep as possible. “Open those pretty eyes for me, then,” Toni whispers into Penny’s thigh.

Penny does, blinking away the light before her eyes snap down to her girlfriend. She almost comes on the spot. Toni is so fucking beautiful right now, with her lips skating over Penny’s skin and eyes alight with lust. The toy is an offending neon shade of pink, but Penny doesn’t care; not when it rubs into her clit and against her spot at the same time. 

Further up her body, Penny finds the nipple clamps snug against her chest. They look so pretty there, and Penny has to admire the way her tits look when they’re decorated like this. She used to be self-conscious of the way they looked, how small they were compared to everyone else her age. 

Toni has done a fantastic job of literally fucking the insecurity out of her.

“Fuck, Toni, I’m so close,” she whines, flicking her eyes back to Toni’s. Toni grins feral back at her, moving the toy out just enough that it’s no longer against Penny’s clit and causing the younger to cry out in complaint. 

“Yeah?” Toni asks, her thumb moving along the bottom of the toy. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” She flips some switch and the toy starts to vibrate. 

Penny’s eyes roll into the back of her head as Toni fucks the toy into her again, and the vibrations are directly on her clit and against her spot. Her chest starts to heave, and it pulls at the clamps, but it only makes it better. She’s never felt so much at once in her whole life, and her whole body is on fire with the blazing lust it all causes. “Toni!” She cries out, and whines when Toni pulls the toy almost all the way out.

Toni hums and sucks another mark on the inside of Penny’s thigh. “Do it, my love. Come for me.” As she says this, she shoves the toy hard and fast as deep as it will go, causing the vibrations to be exactly where Penny wants. Her mouth latches onto Penny’s thigh, sucking another bruise, and her free hand goes up to gently yank on the chain connecting the clamps.

Penny doesn’t remember what happens after that; the pleasure over takes her, the fire spreading all over her body and imploding from her core out. Her pussy clenches rapidly around the truly giant toy, and her breath stops in her chest. Her vision whites out, and she’s pretty sure she hears herself rip the pillows under her grip. 

When she comes back to herself, her pussy is still randomly clenching around the toy despite it being turned off and dragged half out of her. There’s an undeniable wet spot under her ass, and Penny would be embarrassed that she squirted if Toni wasn’t looking up at her with an awed expression and eyes completely black with lust. 

“Fuck,” Toni whispers, pulling teh toy out and throwing it on the other side of the bed. She gently pulls the clamps off, discarding those as well, before devouring Penny’s mouth in a starving kiss. 

Penny whines into it, wrapping her legs around Toni’s hips and her arms around her shoulders. She gasps for air as Toni pulls away to bite and lick at her neck. “Fuck, Toni, please! Please, let me touch you.”

Toni pulls back, chest heaving. Penny’s eyes are drawn to the beautiful way her tits sway with the motion, still covered by her red bra; which Penny is only just now seeing as she had been forcing herself to keep her eyes closed the whole time. Her eyes snap back up to Toni’s face when she starts talking. “Touch me,” she commands.

Penny grins and moves her hands down to grope at Toni’s chest through the bra, eyes glazing over as her thumbs rub the nipples through the fabric. She allows herself to keep playing with one handful, while the other sneaks down Toni’s body and slips under the waistline over her matching panties. “Come here,” she whispers the request, and Toni moves up Penny’s body.

Penny sighs happily, moving her hand away from Toni’s bra to grope at her ass instead, making Toni groan in appreciation. Penny moves two fingers easily in and out of Toni’s pussy, elated by how wet she is just from watching Penny. She uses the heel of her hand to rub into Toni’s clit as she does, leaning up to capture Toni’s lips again.

It takes a surprisingly short amount of time to make Toni fall apart, and her chest falls to Penny’s as the orgasm overtakes her. Penny moans at the sight, keeping her fingers scissoring Toni apart and her hand rubbing Toni’s clit through the after-shocks. 

Toni finally lets her hips fall, and Penny gently removes her hand from Toni’s panties to grope at her ass with both hands. She waits for Toni to look up before moving her fingers to her mouth and sucking Toni’s wetness off of them.

“Fuck,” Toni hisses, pushing Penny’s fingers away and reclaiming her lips. 

Penny hums happily when they pull apart, loving the weight of Toni pressing her into the bed. “That was very, very good,” Penny whispers, making Toni grin happily. 

“Just wait until you see my other boxes,” she teases, and Penny bites her lip. It’s going to be a long night, she’s decided.

~

[littlesareknownstarkerbingo]

Hello everyone!

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[starkerfestivals]

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[starkerhowlter]

More Than A Skirt

Ship: starker Rating: Explicit Contains: smut, feminization, heavy degradation, lingerie destruction, pet name use, blowjobs, clothes ripping, praise, calling male parts female terms, Dom/sub undertones, Begging Initial prompt: @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo fill: Feminization Words: 2226 Summary: It's just a skirt, right?

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Thank you so much to @starkerkitty for editing this for me! I mega appreciate you for taking the time to help me out!!!

There's a skirt. 

A turquoise tartan miniskirt is on Peter Parker's side of his and Tony's shared bed.

In their bedroom. 

But it's not his. And he knows it sure as hell isn't Tony's... Without another look at the shocking piece of fabric, he drops his backpack on the floor and rushes back out of the room, the heavy black wood door shutting behind him. He knows Tony told him to prepare for an eventful night, but fuck this wasn't what he had expected.

"Tony?" Peter calls out, walking down the staircase into the too-white living room. "Tony? Where are you?" 

"Mr. Stark is in the lab, shall I let him know you're looking for him, Mr. Parker?" JARVIS replies, his disembodied voice echoing around the room. 

"Uh, no. No that won't be necessary. Thank you, JARVIS." Peter heads down into the lab, finding Tony with a million and one blueprints spread over every surface.

"Where the fuck is it?" He hears the man shout, throwing a book off the shelf. Peter catches it just before it hits his face, setting it on the hood of the sports car.

"Hi?"

The older man bangs his head on the metal shelf, cursing under his breath. "Hi, honey. Sorry for the mess, I lost the manual for the vintage Harley over there and I can't remember what kind of bolt it takes."

"It's over there in the top left drawer of your desk. You put it there when you didn't want to lose it last time." 

"And it's not there, did someone move it? Did I rearrange my desk?"

"I honestly don't know," Tony sighs, turning back into the cupboard, "Um, Tony..." Peter tries, attempting to reroute the conversation, "I found something in our room... I was wondering if you knew where it came from?" 

"The outfit on our bed? I got it for you," the man replies, head still deep inside the cupboard. 

"But Tony, it's--" 

"I know, I thought you might like something different. You mentioned liking things like that in our conversation the other day. Did you not mean skirts?"

"No, no I did. I just didn't expect you to have found one so quickly. What if I don't look good in it?" 

That comment is what finally causes Tony to turn to him. The man crosses to stand in front of him, "You'll look amazing baby, I just know it. You don't have to try it if you don't want to." 

"No! No, I do! I just.. er..." His voice cracks, betraying his nervousness. 

"Go try it on. If you hate it, you never have to wear it again. If you want, there is also a lacy bodysuit that goes with it hanging in the closet."

"A-a bodysuit?" 

"Yes, a body suit." Tony presses a gentle kiss to his forehead and the feeling of his beard calms Peter slightly. "Will you give it a try?"

Peter nods, swallowing. "I will, for you. Do you want to see it?"

"Of course, baby! If you are willing I would love it see you in it. I’m sure you'll look gorgeous! If it helps, I can lock down the house and keep everyone out and it'll just be you and me."

"O-okay. I'll go and uh, go and put it on for you." He steps into the elevator, falling against the white wall. His heart pounds in his chest, anxiety creeping into every last cell in his body. 

He can do this.

Back in their bedroom, Peter slowly removes his clothing from the day. He tosses the articles in the hamper, staring at the body suit hanging on the closet door. The turquoise lace stares back, daring him to try it on. He sighs, removing it from the hanger and stepping into it. He pulls the long lace turquoise sleeves up his arms, adjusting the drop centre so that the laces are tightened accordingly. He sighs, picking up the skirt and sliding it up over his legs. The colours match perfectly, and admittedly, it looks good. He runs his hands over his torso, ruffling his hair. 

"Alright, hopefully I don't let him down."

-----

"Did it fi-- holy fuck…" Tony turns around, eyes roving across Peter’s form, "Look at you." Peter blushes in the doorway to the lab, stacking one foot on top of the other shyly. 

"Is it okay?"

"Okay.... look at you, sweetheart..." Tony approaches him, placing his hands on Peter's hips, "You look so fucking good."

"Th-thank you."

"Now, about the other half of your request, are you still wanting to be called every single pretty name I can come up with?" Peter nods, face and chest flushing a gorgeous pink. "Alright, then... how about we go up to the bedroom, baby girl?"

"M-Mhm" He takes Tony's hand, stepping back into the elevator once again. 

"You don't need to be nervous princess, I'll be gentle with you." Tony runs his fingers over the younger's cheek, kissing him as he cups the boy's cock through the skirt. "Play with your little clit and get you all nice and wet for me? How does that sound?" Tony raises his eyebrow, connecting their lips again.

"P-please!" Peter gasps, his body already reacting to the concept of the older man's promises. 

The elevator dings, and immediately, the duo is rushing down the hall to their bedroom, "Let's do this." Tony purrs. "Onto the bed, pretty thing."

"Gladly." Peter lays back on the black silky sheets, watching patiently as Tony rolls up the sleeves to his band tee, and unbuttons his jeans. "Would you like me to strip?"

"No, I can get at everything I need to quite easily, Princess." He smiles as he runs his fingers up Peter's thighs toward his crotch. "This one should have snaps..." he runs his hand over the smooth panel covering Peter's cock and ass, "Or... I thought it did. Hm."

"Are you sure you don't want me to--" Before he can continue speaking, the sound of ripping fabric meets his ears, "Tony!!! This was new!"

"I'll buy you a new one, kitten. I'm too fucking into you to care at this moment." Tony runs his fingers over Peter's cock, revelling in the gasps slipping from Peter's mouth. "Look at you. Look how much you love me touching your pretty little clit. Can you tell me how much you love it, Peter?"

"I love it so much, Tony, please touch me more," he whimpers, head falling back into the mattress.

"Well, since you can't even say what you love me touching, I think I want to play with your pretty little tits," Tony growls, crawling onto the bed and running his fingers over the younger's nipples through the top. 

The feeling of the lace on his nipples should be overwhelming, but the rough texture burns in the best way, his back arches up against his will, which causes Tony to press more. 

"Fuck, princess, look at you..." he whispers, kissing Peter filthily, licking into his mouth and absorbing all of the desperate moans Peter's letting slip. He's so far gone already, and Tony's barely done a thing. 

"A-ah... Tony, please..." Peter begs, "T-Touch me, please..." 

"Not until you tell me what it's called. Until then why don't you show me how good those pretty lips look stretched around my cock?" Peter moans obscenely, and nods, sliding off the bed. "That's a good girl, so fucking compliant aren't you?" His knees hit the floor as Peter's hand rests on Tony's lower abdomen, and before he can reach into the older man's boxers, Tony lightly taps his hand. 

"Wha--?! You told me to--" 

"Ask." Tony smirks, hand coming to rest in Peter's hair.

"Please?" Peter replies, "Can I... Can I have your cock, Tony?"

"Of course, you can, baby. All you had to do was ask!" He smiles, allowing Peter's hand to sink inside of his boxers and pull it out. "Now, I want you to suck all nice and neat for me, Princess. Can you do that?"

"M-mhmmmmm..." Peter sinks down, slowly, taking the tip of Tony's cock in his mouth. 

"Oh, fuck..."Tony whispers, resisting the urge to fuck into Peter's mouth, "C'mon take it. Just like that, baby girl, take it. Take all of my cock in your pretty mouth. Look'so good like that." The younger does, dragging his tongue along the bottom of his shaft, sinking to the base. He lingers there, enjoying the sounds his husband makes above him. Following the vein along the bottom, he rises back to the tip, "Fuck, Peter, you've gotta stop baby." 

Peter whimpers, sending vibrations down Tony's cock, causing him to shudder and cant his hips. The younger reciprocates, desperately sucking harder. He pulls off with a pop, "What's wrong?"

"I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that, Princess. If you want me to fuck you I need you to stop. Back onto the bed." Tony holds his hand out, helping Peter to stand and regain his footing.

"Can I finger you, baby girl?" Tony asks, confidently. 

"Please!"

"What am I fingering, Peter, can you tell me what it's called?"

"M-my..." He blushes deeply, covering his face with his hands. 

"No, no... none of that..." Tony states, grinding down against Peter as he moves his hands away, "Tell me, Peter, what do you want me to finger?" Before he can answer, Tony has slicked up a finger and pushed it into Peter's waiting hole. 

"Fuck! M-my... fucking hell Tony please!" He gasps, voice cracking with the curses.

"What do you want me to fuck?" Tony asks pushing the finger against his prostate and running the fingers of his other hand over Peter's cock.

"Fuck! My pussy!" He shouts, soft moaning sobs wracking his figure, "Fuck please, Tony, fuck me!"

"As you wish, baby girl." He purrs, pushing in a second finger and shortly after, a third. "Look at you, already soaking wet for me... Such a desperate little slutty baby aren't you?"

"Y-yes! Please, Tony! Please please please!" Peter presses his hips back, trying to take more of Tony's fingers. "Give me your cock please!" The older scientist can't help but smile as he pulls his fingers out and slicks up his cock. 

"Is that what you want? Want me to ruin this pretty pussy for any other man who dares to touch you, Peter?" Peter nods, mutely, hands tangled in the back of Tony's shirt. 

He leans down, connecting their lips as a distraction. As soon as he pushes in, both of them moan. "More, please, Tony!" Peter whimpers, desperately. Tony pushes in more, bit by bit until he's fully sheathed. "You can move!"

And Tony does, he begins rhythmically thrusting into Peter, ripping little gasps and moans from his throat with each move, "So pretty, baby. Such a pretty princess, all dressed up for me and begging so nicely. I'm so glad you're all mine, sweetheart."

"Yours!" He whines, meeting the older's thrusts halfway. "Please touch my cock, Tony!" 

He raises an eyebrow, not pausing his thrusts, "I don't think that's what that's called, Peter."

"I don't care please just touch me!" Peter whimpers pathetically and reaches down to wrap his own hand around himself. Before he can, though, Tony takes him roughly in hand. 

"Is this what you wanted? Me to touch your sweet little clit? Want me to make you cum, Princess? Make you cum all nice and pretty for me? I bet I can make you beg for it too. Wanna test my theory?"

Peter nods, running his hands down Tony's back. The older bites gently on Peter's neck, a hand on his hip, and the other on Peter's cock. He rolls the boy's dick in his hand,  licking and sucking the growing marks on his neck.

"So fucking beautiful, Peter. You look so fucking good like this." 

It’s true, he looks quite debauched. His curly hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat, and the sleeves of his playsuit have fallen off. To Tony, the boy has never looked more beautiful than he does now. 

The trance he's under breaks when Peter begins begging, "I'm close Tony! Please make me cum! Please! I'll be good for you, please make me cum." Tears begin falling from Peter's eyes at that moment, broken moans and whimpers slipping from his lips. 

"Of course, sweetheart, you're begging so nicely for me. You can cum whenever you're ready baby girl." Tony continues thrusting, being sure to hit Peter's prostate dead-on. "I'm close, too." As soon as Tony's calloused thumb runs over Peter's slit, the boy is cumming across both of their tops and the skirt. He tightens around Tony, who quickly follows behind him. "Fuck baby, you're so tight... so good for me, so fucking good..." He presses gentle kisses to Peter's forehead, pulling out slowly. He takes his shirt off, using it to wipe off the mess from them both. 

Peter's breaths even out, going pliantly when Tony sits him up to remove the outfit and slip him into more comfortable clothes. "You did so good for me, Peter. Was that everything you'd hoped for?"

"It was fun, thank you, Tony," he whispers, curling up on the older's chest, "I think we need to buy more skirts in the future."

"Oh yeah?" He asks, carding his fingers through Peter's hair, "Sounds like a plan."

Thank you so much for reading! Comments, Reblogs, and Likes are MUCH appreciated!

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We wanted a place to store Starker prompts for general use, but no one had one handy, so we decided to make our own!

Say hello to Starker Kinkmeme 2023!

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Well, first you need a free AO3 account. Then you sign up and fill out a prompt form (at least one, please? Prompts make the fun happen!). Then you’re free to browse the kinkmeme for any prompts that tickle your fancy- claim whatever you want and get creating! Prompt fills can be short or long, art or fic! Go wild!

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All submissions are due by Dec 31, 2023.

[babybatscreationsv2]

Not a Sports Guy

Marvel | Starker

Peter isn't really a sports guy, but Tony is an athlete. When Tony talks him into coming to one of his games, Peter decides to wear the opposing team's jersey. It was only intended to be a petulant joke, but the other team doesn't know that.

Rating: Explicit

For H <3

Warnings and tags below

Warnings/tags: possessive sex, protective Peter + protective Tony, sports au, rough sex, shower sex, exhibitionism

"You know I'm not going, Tony," Peter said. The amused smile on his face took the sting out of it but it didn't stop Tony from asking again.

"Just this once?" He sat down on the bed beside him. "You can watch me get all roughed up and sweaty."

Peter wrinkled his nose. He snapped another Lego onto what would eventually be a Lego model of Commander Cody's head. "I don't like it when you're sweaty."

Tony sighed. "You can help me shower after," he tried more suggestively.

"In the locker room with all the other guys? No thank you."

"Come on, Pete."

Peter rolled over onto his back and looked up at him. "Why do you want me to go so bad when you know I won't like it?"

"I just want you to see me in action."

"I already know how good you are. You have trophies and a sports scholarship that you don't even need."

"But I want you to see," Tony pouted.

"I won't even know what's happening. I'm a Lego, Star Wars, chemistry guy. I'm not a sports guy."

Tony blew air out of his nose. They sat staring at each other for a moment. "You're going. Just this once and then you never have to go again. But you're going."

"Fine. I'll go."

Tony smiled. "Good boy." He bent down and gave him a kiss.

Peter rolled his eyes. "At least let me finish this before the game."

"Whatever you want. I'll even order pizza." Tony climbed off of him and jumped down from the bed.

Peter laughed. "Pizza sounds great." He finished most of his Lego set before the doorbell rang. The pair ate their pizza and went to bed, one of them dreading and the other excited for the upcoming game.

The weekend came and Tony was abuzz. He dragged Peter around the stadium, showing him off to everyone who would listen. Only for Peter to sneak off to the bathroom and return wearing the wrong team's jersey.

"What's this?"

Peter crossed his arms over his chest. "I told you I didn't want to come and I'm here in protest."

"Come on, Pete," Tony sighed.

"Nope." Peter raised an eyebrow at him. He couldn't really be mad over this could he?

"Take it off," Tony said more firmly.

"Nope." Peter continued to stand, stiff and unyielding.

"Please. I'll buy you something nice."

"Not this time."

"Someone's gonna see you."

"Let them."

Tony looked over his shoulder. Everyone was heading out and there wasn't time left to argue.

"We'll talk about this later."

"Good luck."

Tony bristled as he stepped back outside. The air suddenly felt too hot and the noise of the crowd was grating. He stopped and faced the sun, eyes closed soaking it up with his skin. He heard footsteps, but he didn't look. Then a pair of arms wrapped around him and soft lips found his own. He wrapped his arms around Peter's waist and kissed him back.

"I said, good luck," Peter repeated. Tony opened his eyes to see him looking back at him with a teasing smile. He slipped away and Tony scowled after him, but the aggression was long gone. He could be such a shit sometimes.

He jogged out onto the field to join his team. It wasn't his best performance, but it wasn't his worst. Still he walked away frustrated that his team had fumbled the one game Peter was watching. He walked out towards the bleachers where he'd seen Peter sitting. His jaw clenched so hard he might have chipped a tooth.

His boyfriend was surrounded by three guys from the opposing team. They were all laughing and grinning. As he came closer, he could hear Peter talking about him.

"He really is the star of the team," Peter beamed.

One of the scoffed laughed. "Being the star of the losing team isn't that impressive though, is it?"

"You can't win them all," Peter countered.

One of the guys touched his shoulder. "We do. We're on a winning streak. Six straight games this season."

"You must know all about that," the third guy said. "You're wearing our jersey."

"I just wore it as a joke. I don't really care about sports. I'm a Star Wars guy."

"Oh really? You should come with us then. One of the guys has this old Boba Fett figure that he brings for good luck. He says it's really rare."

"That sounds really cool, but no thank you."

"Come on, you'll love it."

"Yeah, you can get to know the winning team a little better." His hand slid down Peter's shoulder to rub his arm.

Tony finally reached them. Peter's eyes turned to him as he came close. There was a flicker of something there. Guilt or anxiety or warning. Didn't matter. He grabbed the guy's wrist, squeezing but not as hard as he wanted to. He wanted to snap the damn thing in half.

"He said no."

He laughed and yanked his hand free. Peter stood up from his seat and stepped closer to Tony. His hand settled just above Tony's waist.

"Sorry. We just thought such a pretty boy deserved better than some loser."

Peter turned, quick as a snake, and deck him straight in the nose. Tony heard the crunch before the scream. He grabbed Peter around the waist and took a step back. The guy's teammates were too stunned, too busy watching the blood run beneath his palm to react quickly. So, Tony kept moving. Peter was tense, really to lash out again and it took a few backwards steps down the bleachers before he turned around and walked with him. Tony wrapped his arm around his shoulders, ears perked up for pursuers, but all they got were a few rude words yelled across the distance.

They walked across the grass and into the locker room. The rest of the team was either chatting, changing, or in the showers. Tony ignored them.

"Tony, I'm sorry-" Peter began.

"Don't be. I'm sorry I pressured you into coming."

He shook his head. "No, I shouldn't have been such a brat about it. This matters to you. It's not just a hobby. I get that now. And you looked really good out there, too."

Tony couldn't ignore the jersey in his periphery.

"Why were you talking to them?"

"I'm sorry. They just came up to me after the game and they knew who I was. I thought they were friends of yours."

Tony put his hand on Peter's shoulder where the other's had been. After a moment of consideration, he grabbed the fabric in his fist. He leaned in and kissed him, pushing him back into the wall. Peter leaned into him, kissing him back just as eagerly. He wanted him out of that jersey.

He pulled it up, breaking away from Peter's lips only long enough to pull it over his head. With a hand on his waist and one cupping the side of his next, he pulled him along towards the showers, navigating towards the sound of the water.

Tony backed around the corner into the open shower. It was shadowy, but not quite dark. Still he pushed Peter into the corner where it almost felt private, if you closed your eyes. He turned him around and pushed him into the wall.

"Tony," Peter gasped, softly. Tony nipped the side of his neck.

"Mine," he said in answer. Peter didn't argue as Tony unhooked his jeans and let them drop around his ankles along with his underwear. He grabbed a bar of soap left on the shelf and turned on the water beside them. They weren't quite under the spray, but their shoes were definitely soaked. And Peter's pants, Tony realized too late. It didn't matter now.

He lathered up the soap and with wet soapy hands yanked open his pants to get his dick out. He lubed himself up with soap and grabbed Peter's hip. Peter stopped him with a hand reaching behind him, only to take Tony's cock and press it against his hole. He leaned into it, pushing his hips back. He gasped, barely audible beneath the sound of the running showers. Tony watched his ass swallow him up like it was nothing. He held Peter's against him and kissed his neck until Peter turned his head to reach his lips.

He kissed him until the pressure around his cock was irresistible. Then he pushed him back into the wall with a hand on the back of his neck so he could fuck him hard. Peter gasped. He panted against the tile. Then he started to whine, painful whimpering moans that said he was being too rough and the soap wasn't enough. But he didn't complain. He pushed his hips back against Tony's crying his name with nothing short of worship.

He pressed him against the wall with his whole body, grinding into him until he was pushing Peter up onto his toes. He had tears in his eyes and he was shaking. Tony slowed down.

"Too much?"

"No, please- don't stop," Peter panted in broken sentences. "I'm so close- I was trying to- didn't want to cum yet."

Tony kissed his neck only to find himself biting into his skin. "Fuck," he moaned. "You're so fucking hot, baby."

Peter whined. He pushed his ass back against him, but Tony didn't take the bait. Instead he leaned back and pulled his jersey over his head. He put it on Peter.

Tony grabbed the front of it and pulled it up, balling it in his hand. He stuffed it into Peter's mouth. Obediently, he bit down, keeping the fabric where Tony put it.

"You're fucking mine, you hear me?"

Peter nodded. "Yes," he said with his mouth full. "I'm all yours! Please," he moaned.

Tony fucked him slowly, only so he could suck hickies into every bit of skin he could reach. He neck, his shoulders, the underside of his chin, until he couldn't stop himself anymore.

"You want my cum, baby?"

"Please, please," Peter begged.

"I want to feel you cum for me first. Show me how good I make you feel."

Peter moaned, jersey falling from his open mouth. He came immediately, clearly having been on edge for so long. Tony pushed him into the wall, fucking him through it and letting him rub his dick against the tile. When Peter whined his name, Tony came, too. He imagined fucking him like this right over the bleachers for all those assholes on the other team to see.

"So good, Peter," Tony breathed. "My good boy."

Peter smiled. He hummed happily and reached back to find Tony's hand and hook their fingers together. He shared a lazy kiss.

Tony lifted his head and something moved in the corner of his eye. A few of his teammates were peeking around the corner and ran as he saw them. Tony laughed.

"Thanks for the show!" one of them hollered. The rest broke out into whistles and cheers.

"Were they all watching?" Peter asked.

"Looks like it."

Peter groaned. He turned around and Tony wrapped him in his arms.

"At least no one will worry about who's jersey you're wearing after this story gets out."

"I'm never taking this one off."

"So, you'll come to the next game, too?" Tony smiled innocently.

"No," Peter said. "But I guess I'll help you shower, after all.”

[babybatscreationsv2]

I hope it's cool if I also wrote something, only it's very short

"Open the fucking door, Peter!" The door slammed against the frame as his boyfriend, soon to be ex, beat against it. Peter curled into the back of the bathtub, but he didn't dare hide behind the curtain. His eyes were locked on the rattling door as Howard tore at the wood like he'd pound his way through it.

Peter rubbed his sore wrist. It was ringed with burst blood vessels. He was just glad it didn't seem broken, but his eyes were swelling up and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to see out of it. He put his head down against his knees and cried, choking down sobs that would only make his situation worse. This was the last time for sure. He'd said it before but he meant it now. He was done.

"Fucking bitch! You're gonna fucking regret this!"

He closed his eyes and imagined he was somewhere safe. That he had someone in his life who would protect him from assholes like this.

You ever need anything, kid, here's my number.

You serious? Thank you, Mr. Stark. I really appreciate it.

Peter sat up as he remembered the interaction. He was just a delivery boy. It wasn't even a real job, just some stupid gig app. Howard didn't like him to work, but he also wouldn't buy anything for him. Peter borrowed his retired neighbor's car during the day when Howard was gone to run a few orders. Mr. Stark tipped so well that he thought maybe someday he'd be able to get his own place.

He knew about Tony Stark. The guy was scary and dangerous and there was no way he'd meant he'd do Peter a favor out of the kindness of his heart. But Howard wasn't just going to let him go. Hell. He'd be lucky if he was safe leaving the bathroom for a few days at this point.

Luckily he'd managed to grab his phone without Howard seeing or he would be raging about that, too. He always thought Peter was cheating on him.

He called the number. It picked up after only the first ring.

"I wondered when you'd call," Tony purred over the line. He sounded so pleased.

"It's Peter. I'm so sorry to bother you, sir, but you said you would help me if I needed it. Wait- how did you know it was me? I didn't give you my number."

The man just laughed. "How can I help you-"

"Who the fuck are you talking to? That the bitch you're cheating on me with? You're such a pathetic fucking cock sucker you know that!" Howard raged.

Peter swallowed. He was shaking and his head felt light. But Mr. Stark would help him. Maybe he wasn't a good man, but he kept his word. That was what people said anyway.

"Who's that?" The cheery tone was gone from his voice.

"That's Howie," Peter whimpered. "Howard. He's my boyfriend. That's kind of what I need help with."

"Howard?"

"Open this god dammed door and give me that phone or I'm gonna break both your fucking legs! You cheating fucking whore!"

Peter watched the doorknob jiggle like it might break. It didn't open. Nothing broke. Howard went back to beating his fists against it. After a moment he walked away and Peter heard him breaking things in the living room.

"Please, Mr. Stark. I know it's a lot to ask, but I gotta get out of this apartment. If I open that door he's gonna kill me."

"Text me the address. I'm on my way."

"Thank you, sir," Peter sighed. Relief flooded his scattered brain. He sank down in the tub only to sit up again when the TV shattered against the floor.

"Now look what you did! You're gonna fucking pay for that!" Howard screamed.

"Are you hurt?" Tony asked.

"No, no. He's just breaking all the furniture. I'm okay. Just hurry please. Eventually he's gonna figure out how to kick the door down."

"Be there soon."

They hung up and Peter texted him the address. He sat holding his phone between his hands like a lifeline. He just hoped Howard didn't hurt Tony. Sure, he was a scary guy, but Howard was mean and he was going to assume Tony was sleeping with him. Heart pounding in his ears, he pressed the throbbing side of his face against the cool tub. He could only hope New York traffic was kind today. Which was just as insane of a hope as thinking a crime lord was going to save him from his violent boyfriend.

The breaking was still going on when the front door was kicked in. Peter jumped, adrenaline rushing through him once again.

"Who the fuck are you?" Howard screamed. Peter heard him hit the floor. He heard the grunts and groans of not fighting, but Howard absolutely getting the shit beat out of him. He heard the hum of a deeper, steadier voice, but he couldn't make out what was being said.

He almost felt bad.

Peter wrapped his arms around his legs and waited for it to be over. After a few minutes, a soft knock came at the door.

"Peter? It's me. It's safe now," Tony called.

Peter took a deep breath. He got up and opened the door. There the man stood, not a scratch on him. When he saw Peter's face his own moved from worry to disgust. His eye had swollen up pretty good. He'd forget about the bruises on his neck if it wasn't so miserable to swallow.

"He did that?" Tony asked. Peter just nodded.

"What did you do to him?" Peter rasped.

"You'll never see him again. Do you have somewhere to go?"

"This was kind of my apartment... I could stay with a friend, though."

Tony nodded. "I'll handle the landlord. You just get somewhere you feel safe."

Peter shook his head. "I can't ask you for that much, sir. I already owe you more than I can possibly afford."

"Nah, this one's on me."

"Seriously?"

"Yep." He looked down the hall at the wreckage. "Actually, you can do me a favor instead."

His stomach dropped. "What is it?"

Tony looked back at him. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip and a smile broke over his face like he was laughing at himself. "You can let me take you out this weekend."

Prompt:

Peter is Mob Boss Tony's favorite [ stripper/waiter/hotel receptionist/coffee/deli/newspaper delivery whatever person] so sure he offers to help Peter out if he needs him. Which we all know means you are gonna owe him a favor.

But as Peter is locked in the bathroom at his boyfriends apartment, nursing a bruised eye, busted lip and a sprained wrist.

He finally calls him to help him escape the bathroom. Maybe even have the threats toward Peter being over heard on the phone when he calls.

And cause I like dramatics.... wouldn't it it be funny that Peter's boyfriends name was Howard. And it gives Tony flash backs of his abusive dad???? Just maybe he will help out for free...

[paintedscales]

FFXIV Write 2023 :: Day 8

Prompt :: Shed Characters :: Nomin tal Kheeriin, Estinien Varlineau, Orn Khai Word Count :: 1,681

FFXIV Write 2023 Master List

“So…Faunehm is freed of her madness…” Nomin started to say, walking alongside Estinien and Orn Khai. The sun was beginning to dip down below the horizon. The reds and oranges were so much starker here than Eorzea as it cast its warm glow down upon the land.

“Indeed…” Estinien said in response.

Nomin paused in her step. Not long after, both Estinien and Orn Khai paused as well.

“And you?” Nomin asked, looking at Estinien with a curious gaze. “You leave Ishgard with not so much as a word to anyone else. I cannot say it particularly gladdens me to see you -- in my homeland, besides… You are truly shed of Nidhogg’s influence?”

“... Aye. I spoke true when I said my past experiences with Nidhogg made me eager to see Faunehm saved. Truer still that it was -- and is -- my intention to act as intermediary between man and dragon.” Estinien let out a low sigh, his arms coming to be folded across his chest. “I retain my sense of self, even now, Warrior of Light.”

“Nomin.”

“Aye, aye. Nomin.”

Orn Khai flitted between them as an awkward silence filled the air, his curiosity growing as he soon descended upon Nomin’s head and gently perched himself upon her shoulders. Tucking his wings back, he rested his hands upon the top of her head and gazed up at the darkening skies. He had opted to stick with them for a while longer while his parents had rejoiced in their reunion.

A more irritated sigh left Estinien after the silence seemed to have grated even him. He raised his gauntleted hand and pointed at Nomin.

“And you? Your eyes never betrayed oceans of strife and sorrow behind them -- nor did they betray the roiling hatred and lust for vengeance you craved. But never have I seen them more in the storm’s wake than now -- here in the Azim Steppe.” Estinien’s tone was firm, his brow furrowed. He knew that there was something else. “What is it that is here that made the Eye react to you those years ago?”

Nomin flinched, part of her recoiling from Estinien himself, another from his words. She had never been aware that he saw that much in her. She always thought him too blinded by his own rage and obsession to see hers.

It was perhaps in spite of the fact that he had those emotions that when they finally subsided, he saw hers.

Nomin grounded herself and did what she could to calm her emotions. For what right did he have to that part of her past? Two years, and here he was, asking questions she grew somewhat indignant over.

No…he deserved something. Something given their experience and being at the forefront of ending the Dragonsong War. He earned that much. And once Nomin rationalized it in her mind, she closed her eyes momentarily before looking around for somewhere to sit. Once a flat outcropping had been found, and Nomin was no longer on her feet, she reached up and motioned for Orn Khai to settle next to her.

“Were we still in Ishgard back then, I wouldn’t have entertained the very notion of telling you anything…” Nomin started. “But were Alphinaud here, he would likely be disappointed by whatever tension still remains between us. So you have him to thank as I keep him in my mind not to dismiss your question outright.”

Estinien gave a shrug, his frown creasing. “Answer. Or don’t. Everything within you is ultimately yours to deal with. I would rather not turn my lance against you in time, however. Know, however, that with mine own experience, I do not wish to see you fall victim to the same fate I had. You surely have much and more ahead of you, Warri--Nomin.”

His sentiment would have been touching if Nomin had not still felt some form of dislike for him. Despite, or perhaps because of, her expression of wanting to become friends for Alphinaud’s sake. She had been willing to do what she could to see their past stay in the past. Though his disappearance from Ishgard and with no word that had been given led her to believe that she would have never seen him again.

Would it have been better that way? Nomin had no idea.

However, she gathered herself and sighed. She had decided to humor him. To what extent, she supposed she would find out.

“If Nidhogg was looking for a vessel so threaded with the anguish that balled into the yarn of hatred and vengeance, I would have been the next best thing next to you. I would be lying if I said I did not wonder what would have happened if Nidhogg took control of me instead of you.”

She was stalling on answering the initial question. Estinien knew this as well as he folded his arms back over his chest and slightly narrowed his eyes at Nomin. Normally, he would not have bothered, but given their history with one another…he had clearly been equal parts annoyed and concerned.

“He would have preyed upon my obsession, certainly…” Nomin continued. She was working on getting her bearings -- her nerve -- to reveal what she could to someone she no longer despised. “I am not shed of my own past hurts, this I will admit. Being back here…it dredges up many memories. Some good…many bad. Then there are some that I would prefer to forget altogether, but I just…can’t.”

Nomin heard the metallic clinking of Estinien’s armor as he strode forward to meet with her and then take a spot upon the surface of the rock close by. He stayed ever silent, however, allowing for Nomin to eventually get to where she was going. Much as it exasperated a part of him.

“The biggest thing I can never forget, especially being here…” Nomin shook her head, keeping her gaze pointed away from both Estinien and Orn Khai both. “My brother…his last moments before he was struck down before my very eyes.”

Her heart thumped dully and painfully in her chest.

“His desperate attempt to get me to run.”

She could feel the arrow fletching between her fingers all over again. The taut feeling of the string being pulled back. The angry release of both arrow and scream.

“But…I didn’t. And…” Nomin paused, eyes darting from grass blade to grass blade as memories replayed in her mind. “And so I was taken and made to be a warrior for his killers. Stripped of my tribe of the time -- stolen from my sister who could only imagine what happened to me after.”

Nomin rested her hands at either side of her and curled her fingers tightly against the stone.

“Did you ever meet her again after?” Orn Khai’s voice spoke through and into their minds, curious and probing. He had raised his gaze up at Nomin as he adjusted himself to lay half of himself in her lap.

“... I…” Nomin started in response. She frowned and then sighed. “No. I tried. I saw her before I left the Steppe. But I just…I couldn’t.”

“Why not?” Orn Khai edged more into Nomin’s lap

“Shame. Uncertainty. Lingering sorrows…” Nomin said, offering simple responses that felt relevant at first. “The last time I had seen her, it was before our brother was stolen away from us by the tribe of Jhungid. I was scared to face her. Scared to know her words. Scared by the very notion that she would reject me -- blame me -- because of Esenaij’s death. I was scared of the potential of knowing that one person that loved me as family no longer did.”

She had long to think about why she never faced Bayarmaa. Why she left Turakina instead with a message for Bayarmaa.

Nomin scoffed, her gaze distant.

“It pains me all the time when I think about how I desperately wanted to see her again -- to think that I would be safe with her again when I was with the Jhungid. It pains me further that once I was free of them, I thought it best to simply…leave. Was I right? Was I wrong? I still find myself terrified of a solid answer.”

Silence washed over them again, and all that greeted them was a gentle breeze that flowed over the land. It was refreshing. Crisp. Rolling in from the Tail Mountains and bringing its gentle chill with it.

“I would suggest that before you face her, perhaps you should face yourself…” Estinien suggested, his eyes pointed in the direction of the ever towering Dawn Throne. He had started removing the clasps of his gauntlets.

“What do you mean?” Nomin asked.

“Far be it for me to inquire as to your reasons…” Estinien began in response. He had removed his gauntlets and placed them to the side of him. Reaching over, he rubbed a finger across Nomin’s horn, removing a loose layer of flaking paint from it.

However, Nomin herself had felt her neck and cheeks flush hot as a blush rushed up. She swatted his arm away and quickly got up, displacing Orn Khai back into flapping his wings and remaining airborne. Nomin could only look at Estinien with a look of disbelief as to his actions.

“Explain yourself!” Nomin demanded, her tail twitching and curling off to the right. The only grace she had at the moment was knowing as the sky darkened the land, so too did her blush remain hidden.

“Temper yourself,” Estinien replied, furrowing his brow. He then turned over his finger, now blackened by flaky paint. “‘Twas loose. I did not think it would elicit such a response.”

Nomin stared, her mouth falling slightly agape. She was in disbelief more than anything.

“Do…what do you think that is?” Nomin asked. In her mind, she believed that Estinien thought what coated his finger were flaking scales.

“Paint, clearly.”

Nomin huffed and folded her arms over her chest. So she had been wrong. Regardless, her frown deepened as she said: “I must ask you never ever, ever touch my horns or scales ever again.”

[lavender-lotion]

WIP TITLE GAME

RULES: Reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

i have a whooping 238 WIPS in my WIP folder SO I am co-opting this wip game to make my own!!

send me a title and i'll send you an excerpt from the WIP (or, if there's nothing written, i'll explain what the WIP idea is!)!

Criminal Minds:

Hotch insulting Reid to the unsub - praise and comfort and flirty existing back and forth

Hotch/Reid

Hotch/Reid gun range

hotch/reid hospital au

Morgan/Reid - S2 E4

Crossovers/Miscellaneous Fandoms

bucky/stiles

TW x Glee

venom/eddie/peter

X-Men / MCU

DC Extended Universe

Superbat

Encanto

antonio/parce

5 times Antonio helps Bruno +1 time Bruno helps Antonio

5 times Antonio crawls into bed with Camilo +1 time Camilo crawls into bed with Antonio

Antonio/Camilo

5 accidental dates +1 purposeful proposal / 5 times Mariano took Camilo on a date without realizing it +1 time he took Camilo on a date with Dolores on purpose

Mariano/Dolores/Camilo

Fate: The Winx Saga

5 times Riven gives Dane a first +1 time Dane gave Riven a first

Riven/Dane/Beatrix

Glee

Glee fic list

Kurt/Chandler

kurt/kenny

will/kurt

hummelcest pt 3

puckurtcest pt 2

with puck pt 2

sam not backing down

sam/kurt

kurt picking up dave's call

Kurtofsky - long fic coming out

Kurtofsky - after prom season 2

Ep 5:

Pukcurt

Puckurt - visiting during juvie

Kingsman (Movies)

Dad Eggsy

Eggsy/Roxy/Merlin

eggsy/trans roxy

emerging from the night and heart of me

Kingsman

Kingsman

protective eggsy

tattoo au

Touched starved merlin

Marvel Cinematic Universe

5 times Happy patched up Peter and 1 time Peter patches up Happy

confrontation fic - venom

Jarvis/Tony

MindSpider - confrontation fic

Peter Harley James

stony dick pic

Twitter fic

Bruce Banner/Peter Parker Dom/Sub

DRAFT (hold me) steady

DRAFT to love and be loved by you

FINAL (hold me) steady

FINAL to love and be loved by you

GammaSpider continuation Hulk crush

hulk fic edits

Ned/Peter 2

Rhodey/Tony

keenker kinktober 12

drabble prompts spideypool confrontation fic

spideypool asexual gift for frosted goddess

Spideypool Big Bang

Spideypool prompt

Starker Big Bang

starker field trip fic

Starker Mob AU

I Built my Home, Inside Of You

Thorki

Thor/Peter

Bucky/Peter sex worker fic

Physiotherapy (I'll Be Your Baby)

WINTERspider - confrontation

winterspider date fluff

winterspider smut

Ragnarok (TV 2020)

Laurits finds Magne after the show

Loki Laurits

primal Laurits

Ragnarok s2e1

Ragnarok s2e1

S2E3 - key kiss

S2E5

Teen Wolf

Alpha Twins/Stiles

merwin bday fic - stiles/alpha pack?

peter/jackson

Sheriff Stilinski Gets Some Good Lovin'

stiles in make up

Untitled Document

love confession??

part 3

Together, We Belong

Writing - Together, We Belong

chris/derek dom/sub

Deter -

deter marriage proposal

stiles/sam prompt sam saving stiles

Dressing porn

JR/Tyler

RPF

season 2 stackson

June 19 - Smut

June 20: Relationship Reveal

June 23: Free Day

Stalion magic alpha pack

Stallison

Beacn stanny

camboy stiles - stanny

gift for merwin

Gone and Past

Sr stalion And stennis

Stennis

Stennis sex

Feral Derek

Kate takes video of essentially rape

A Rut(acular) Tale

bmtmm

breathing you in sequel

continuation to fox!stiles

fox stiles installment

hale family

hornet au

Sr. Steter

seter courting??

steter for harry—alpha rut

steter kidfic

familiar steterek

Set up on date

steterek

Steterek kisses

steterek sad derek

young steterek

young steterek

Soft steter->stetopher

stetopher series fight

tattoos

You Fill My Heart (With Such a Gentle Love)

alpha stiles omega john

Co-Write Thiny-Y

De-aged Sheriff

drunk dick pic stilinksicest

Impregnation kink

john jacking stiles off when he can't use his hands

John/Jordan/Stiles

Possessive fox sheriff claims his son

stilinskicest abusive claudia

Stilinskicest tattoo

Teen wolf gift for Levi

Twincest only fans

The House in the Cerulean Sea

Linus/Arthur

Phee/David

5 courting gifts Lucy gives Sal +1 (hopeful) courting gift Sal gives Lucy

chase

Salucy college au

the (delectable) devil

Weird City

smexy massage

X-Men

Charles angst childhood telepathy

Charles waking up in Jakob's arms

dadneto saves the day

Emma Frost/Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier

Erik/Shaw

jakob/charles series

kurt/hank

Lonkma

Mutant High Verse

Phoenix Peter

quogan

Rare's En/Charles

Rare's Xavierine

Alemando age play

5 times Jas and Jimmy tried to seduce Piotr +1 time they didn't have to

jammy

kitney making out

Lonk first time

Lonk pt 2 "I have never felt so content with unexpected discoveries"

Lonk pt 2 PLANNING

Azazel/Janos snowball fight

azjanos

bobby/john discovering cherik

cain developing his mutation

Cain Marko/Charles Xavier AU

chain + body worship

Chain sharing a bed

cherigan fic

bab smut

charles mom sucks

Cherik Dating App

Co-Write Cherik AU

Dance Dads AU

Erik goes back in time cause Charles is dead but overshoots

post dofp smut

they slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered

unbendable

bamg emma kdinapped angel

Emmangel Christmas

for even if she flees, soon she shall pursue

you cast diamonds across the waters of my innocence

magnet smut

Mags Family

Nina

Peter/Wendy POV

Hank and Alex bond during lab time

logan/emma

Lonk

Lonk

Lonk awkwardly flirting for jasp

Lonk for lib

lonk kids action

lonk patching up

first meeting

5 times Kurt makes Peter bust a nut in his pants and 1 time Peter busts a nut in his pants on his own

Night silver

peter putting himself down

Angry Erik

QUICKNETO

quickneto identity reveal

original timeline grief fuck

scogan first meeting

scogan peach

Incest continuation

Summerscest ANGST

war photo masturbation

xavierine fic

Young Justice

Dick and Wally team up to seduce Conner

awuabird

S1E16 - aquabird

S1E18 - aquabird

birdflash

S1E16 - crack spitfire and aqua bird

S1E17 0 spitfire

S1e20 spitfire

SpitFire - S1E14 short

5 times superboy watches tv alone and one time dock watches tv with him

drabble prompts superbird

S1E17 - superbird

SuperBird - S1E16 superbird

superbird continutation TO WORK ON

Superbird s1e5

superboy asking out dick

Unsorted

A Guest Star

Anniversary fic

aquabird

chp 2. You Are so Much Better Than I Ever Knew Before

co-parent stanny post season 2

Gar/Connor

glee ideas

kuniff day 1

Kuniff day 2

kurtosfky pt 2

poly cule

poly fic act 1

poly fic act 2

poly fic act 3

PROMPTS:

Puckurt Sarah fic

stanny post season 2

sterek post season 2

twin fic sequel

Untitled Document

Untitled Document

winter/peter

open tag to anyone who read them all haha

[starkeristheendgame]

I had this idea and- Tony and Peter in the lab working together when suddenly Peter gets a call and it’s Ned just talking about LEGO stuff so Peter puts him on speaker. Thing is, Ned has no idea he is with Tony because Peter didn’t address it so he suddenly says “So how’s it going with your Iron Daddy crush?” Or something like that and Peter and Tony look at eachother absolutely SHOCKED

I spent a solid ten minutes wholly entertained by this idea and cycling through all the reactions Peter could have. I hope I did you proud on this one, Non! Thank you so much for considering me ❤️

No triggers/warnings. SFW

Working with Tony was fast becoming one of Peter's favourite things to do. It was even better than building LEGO sets or patrolling the streets, and that was saying something. He lived for the long hours spent in the lab, working alongside or merely coexisting with Tony as they worked, playlists cycling through in the background. It was calming, it felt right. 

If he were to hazard a guess, he would say Tony enjoyed it too. He obviously didn’t have much evidence to compare to how Tony had been in the lab prior to his arrival, but these days Tony sang along to the music and talked to Peter about their projects and ordered too much takeout even for the two of them and sometimes, even fell asleep against the workbench after too many long hours. 

It was one such night when they were working together; each on their individual projects but bouncing information and ideas between them. Peter was working on adding a small-scale explosive to his web mechanism for things like blowing up concrete or doors and Tony was working on what looked like part of the suit, but could frankly be anything at this point. Peter had once asked him how working on the Gauntlet was going only to be informed it was a vase. A mechanical vase, no less. 

“Diamond laser, diamond laser…” Tony muttered, petting about the bench. Peter picked up the tool laying on his own bench. 

“Here,” he called, tossing it over. Tony caught it, offered him a brief, warm smile, and dove back into his work. Time passed quietly, until he heard a soft mutter of oh, that’s not good and then-

“Duck!”

Wordlessly Peter dropped down, tucking himself under the safety of his bench as there was a hiss, a clang, and a piece of metal flew over where he’d just been standing, ricocheting off the wall before it clattered to the floor. He righted himself, peered at it curiously, then went back to his own work. Mishaps in the lab were far too common to make a fuss of. 

It fell back into a lull, working in tandem and comfortable silence until Peter’s phone rang on the table besides him. He paused, nose crinkling. Aunt May wasn’t expecting him to be home tonight, so that left…

“Hey, Ned,” he greeted as he swiped the call, lifting it to his ear. There was a scuffle and a huff on the other end of the line and he waited patiently as Ned got himself set. 

“Dude! Have you seen the new LEGO Avengers set? You gotta get one. It’s got everyone! Well, except you, but technically you’re not an official Avenger yet-”

“Gee, thanks for reminding me,” he drawled, rolling his eyes as he fiddled with a coil one-handed. Ned continued to speak, rattling off the pieces, the details and resolutely demanding they went the moment the store opened tomorrow to get the set. Peter hummed along in agreement, interjecting here and there to demand details. 

“Oh, I thought about what we could do for our science project, too!” Ned began, and Peter huffed in irritation as he tried and failed to connect a wire with just one hand. Tony more or less comfortably forgotten in the background, he shuffled his phone down onto the desk and tapped the speaker icon, picking up his tools once Ned’s voice filled the room. 

“So I was thinking, right? And I was thinking; hey! Peter has access to all this stuff now! And I know we can’t do anything too dramatic because we’re still losers, but what if we use…” Peter listened intently, tongue sticking out as he focused on screwing on the pressure plate. Ned’s idea actually wasn’t all that bad - Taking inspiration from the web shooters to make a spray-able temporary hole/crack fix. 

It was nothing Peter hadn’t already made, so it ought to be easy enough. It was easy to listen along and work; both motions equally soothing. Tony said nothing in the background, engrossed in his own tinkering and content to let their conversation be background noise. 

"Oh, and hey! How's the whole thing with Mr. Stark going?" Ned asked on the tail-end of a ramble about how Peter could use the web formula to start his own business and make billions. Peter opened his mouth to explain their current projects, temporarily forgetting that he hadn't actually told Ned he was at the Tower right now. 

"Or should I say Iron Daddy now? Was that just a one time thing? Its so weird saying that, though. Just get his Iron Rod already so we don't have to keep-" 

Peter froze, staring at the phone in movie-comical horror. Across the lab there was a deafening clang and a curse as Tony jerked upright and knocked his head on Butterfinger's mainframe, dropping the diamond laser to the table. 

"-Like just go right up to him and say 'I want you to be my Iron Daddy,' like how hard can it be? You could tell him about your old fan account, I bet he'd be flattered. I bet he'd even-" 

Peter made a high distressed sound, flailing on the spot. His mind screamed SHUT UP NED SHUTUP HE'SHERERIGHTHERE SHUT UP but his throat wouldn't work to get the words out. On the other bench Tony looked vaguely like the arc reactor had glitched, eyes more white than iris as he gripped at the edge of the table. 

Panic rose like a tidal wave and Peter gave a strangled sound, operating on pure fear and horror as he raised his palm and pressed the trigger on the web shooters. The StarkPhone went up in a spectacular display of sparks and flying metal, Ned's voice cutting off abruptly. 

Dully, Peter thought huh, it works. As the last pathetic sparks fizzled to the ground Peter turned his head, staring meekly somewhere near Tony's shoulder. 

"Sorry. That was... Your phone," he excused lamely, belatedly noting he no longer had his chappy old IPhone but Stark Industries' latest, sleekest model courtesy of Tony. 

“Technically it was yours,” Tony replied back rather dazedly, leaning heavily against the bench. An awkward silence fell over them for several seconds, before Tony’s expression twisted. 

“Iron Daddy?” 

Peter made a sound between a groan and a whine and collapsed against his own bench next to the smoking remains of his phone. “Oh my god. I was a meme. I sent him a meme one time.”

“And my Iron Rod is���?” 

“Mr. Stark, I am begging you to stop talking.”

There was a terse pause where Peter awaited morosely to be told to leave; to be dropped outside his apartment again with a bye, c’ya, don’t call. And then - 

“Do you?” Tony’s voice sounded... Small. Peter looked up quizzically, brows furrowing as he watched Tony rub at his arm. It was a tic - an emotional tell. “Want me to be your Iron Daddy?” 

Peter almost groaned. Might’ve, if the meaning behind the words hadn’t rendered him incapable of anything other than surprise. 

“I’d... Always thought it would be more a boyfriend thing,” he admitted. His crush had never been a secret but had always been swept under the rug as idolism and hero worship, never taken seriously. It had only been in his dreams and fantasies that Tony had ever reciprocated the feelings or taken his compliments to heart. 

“Hm.” It was a flat response, thoughtful and veiling any true emotion as Tony moved to rub at his jaw, then turned away. “I’ll get you a new phone. FRI has all your data on back-up, so you won’t have lost anything.”

Peter’s heart sank a little and he took the unspoken rejection graciously, lowered his head with a short nod. He willed himself to be mature about it, sweeping away the remains of his old phone into the waste disposal and thanking the older man in a small, fragile voice when he was handed a sleek new device.

Tony had turned it on whilst he brought it over and it cycled through an installation before vibrating in his hand.

[Iron Daddy] I can do boyfriends. [19:21]

[graceful-starker]

Touch Starved

Summary: The internal musings one has after realizing you are touch starved are, surprisingly, not all that fun.

Warnings: starker has already broken up for this ficlet, and the narrator is touch starved. Angsty and drabble-esque.

Notes: Hello beautifuls! This is a fill for @starkerfestivals summer(now year lol) bingo. (This is also in the Whumptober prompt so expect another version of this soon 😈) (also: casual mode = pick who the narrator is, hardcore mode = guess who I intended the narrator to be :P )

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He misses him.

He misses everything about him. Not just the sex, like everyone assumes. But everything. He misses the way his eyes would light up in joy, the way his smile was blinding, the way his laughter was contagious. He misses the way his arms felt wrapped around him, the way his kisses always started off so soft and hesitant, the way they would cuddle together on the couch. 

They don’t do any of that anymore. 

He misses those beautiful eyes. Such a deep, rich shade of brown. So full of emotion and life whenever he speaks. They used to be so full of love and happiness whenever they would land on him. He misses looking into those eyes and seeing the intense focus he only ever dedicated to his lover’s rambles. 

He misses the sound of his voice. The loudness of it when the other gets over excited. The softness of it when they would whisper sweet nothings to each other. The melody of it whenever he would hum or sing to himself as he worked. The way it would sound when they were in bed together; oh how he misses those filthy words coming out of his mouth. 

But most of all, he misses his lover’s touch. 

God, he misses the other’s touch so much. He misses gentle fingers playing with his hair while he laid his head on the other’s chest. He misses a strong arm wrapped around him, pulling him hip to hip with the other during conversations at parties. He misses a hand on the small of his back as the other tries to pass him without bothering him. He misses when their fingers would brush-and then linger-as they hand each other tools in the lab. He misses the other’s arm pressed against his own as they rode the elevator together. 

He misses those lips-chapped, always chapped-pressing against his forehead softly when he was leaving a room. He misses them against his cheek whenever he said hello. He misses them against his neck whenever they were cuddling or hugging. 

It startles him deeply, even now, to think about how much he misses his lover’s touch. His innocent touches, specifically. Not that he doesn’t miss his not-so-innocent touches either, but he knew he would miss that. 

But now he feels like something too big to name is missing from his life at all times. His body absolutely aches with the need to be hugged. He aches with the need for fingers to brush hair out of his eyes, to graze his cheek lightly. He aches with the need to hold his lover’s hand, to brush the back of their knuckles together in solidarity as they listen to a very boring meeting. 

He aches with the need to feel human contact again; he hasn’t let anyone touch him at all since the break up. If someone touches him accidentally, he flinches violently and moves away from them. He doesn’t know why; he craves it, he needs it, but he can’t accept it. Not if it isn’t from him. The only person he wants, needs, loves. 

And he does, still love him. And he loves no one else. Only him. He would give anything, anything just to feel those still familiar arms around him again. Despite how long it’s been since he was held, he just knows in his soul that being held again would fix everything. It would fix the shaking, the feeling of falling apart at the seams, fix the gaping hole in his chest. 

But he can’t accept it from anyone else. He just can’t. Even though his lover doesn’t want him anymore, will never hold him or touch him again. He doesn’t want anyone else. He doesn’t want someone else to touch him. 

So here he will stay, desperate for touch and refusing to accept it. Not unless it’s from the love of his life; who loves him no more.

[obligatorynasty]

Prompt, if you're willing. Tony watches the Iron Man armor fuck Peter.

This is honestly just smut for smut’s sake. Hope you enjoy, anon. <3

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Overdriven to your Limits

Peter wasn’t easy to please but Tony always tried his best. He may be a graying – very much human – old man but he knew his way around Peter Parker. He knew about the sensitive spot behind his ear that never failed to make him whine. He knew how he liked to be eaten out; a little tongue around the rim and the kid would become putty in his hands. He knew how hard he would come when massaged on the silt of his cock. He knew how to finger ten orgasms out of him, and make him beg and cry for another, even if it was dry. He knew exactly how to whisper in his ear; all the filthiest sweet nothings that would make his whole body shudder.

And those hours of foreplay were often enough for his young, super-enhanced boyfriend. The actual fucking part had become nothing but a twenty-minute reward to himself for getting Peter to that sensory overloaded state of bliss. Just rocking in and out of his boy’s flushed, trembling body and being begged to come because the feeling was just too much – hell, ‘reward’ might not do it justice.

Yes, with Tony’s practiced hands, the difference between their stamina was usually negligible.

Usually.

Yet, in the past few days, Peter had become obsessed with testing his limits; wanting to come just from being fucked. He was convinced, with his hyper-senses, no foreplay was needed. He brought it up every chance he got – in the lab, during dinner, in the shower, before bed, everywhere – and after a week, Tony knew he couldn’t talk his way out of this one. So, instead, he spent a night in the lab, working tirelessly on a special protocol for the suit’s nanobots. Something that would satisfy his young lover’s desires and make for one hell of a show.

The next morning, Tony texted Peter to come to the lab, asking the kid to arrive prepared and promising him a pleasureful surprise if he did. He knew from the sound of the shower turning on that his message was met with excitement and, only a half-hour later, Peter was eagerly strolling into the lab.

“Tony?” He called out, glancing around the quiet space. “I did what you asked. I’m ready for the surprise.” He took a few more steps. “Tony?” He repeated as he stepped exactly where Tony wanted him.

And, all at once, the five suits that were docked against the wall came alive and rushed Peter, gripping his arms and legs, bending him over and rendering him immobile.

Peter gave a flirtatious giggle. “Oh, this is a nice surprise,” He smiled, unfazed by the sudden ambush. “Fucking me in the suit, hm?” He asked, turning his head to glance at the only suit not holding him in place.

“You’re almost right,” Tony answered as he stepped into the room, the direction of his voice catching Peter off-guard. “I’m actually going to watch the suit fuck you.” He grinned as he pulled a chair from a lab table directly in front of Peter.

“What?” Peter squinted, clearly unsure about the specifics of Tony’s plan. “The suit? How? What did you do?”

“Wrote a little protocol just for you, sweetheart,” Tony leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Peter’s forehead, grinning as he pulled away. “Since you wanted to be fucked so badly. Fri, run protocol overdrive for me, would you?”

With Friday’s simple yes boss, Peter’s jeans and boxers were being dragged to his ankles by a cool metal hand.

“Tony,” Peter gasped and struggled against the strength of the suits, testing how strong they really were. “Tony, wait,” He whined, quickly realizing that his strength wasn’t enough to get free. “Tony,” He whimpered as lube suddenly fell against his entrance. “Tony-!”

“Color?” Tony whispered, his hand gently carding through his boy’s locks.

Peter blushed, staring at Tony with submissive eyes as he muttered a soft, “Green.”

“Good, let me know if that changes, and feel free to scream all you want,” Tony smiled and leaned back in the chair, getting comfortable while Peter tensed.

The suit had begun sliding inside. Its nanobot cock penetrating deeper than even Tony could reach and, just like everything the man built, the flexibly smooth metal cock was a feat of engineering that knew exactly where to thrust. “Fuck,” Peter breathed out, his voice pitching higher as the suit wasted no time in brutalizing his prostate, falling into a restless pace that showed no signs of faltering – it was the perk of machines.

Tony licked his lip, staring at Peter’s already dripping erection. He wondered how long it would take to utterly wreck the boy. Turns out it would be quicker than he thought. After only ten short minutes, Peter’s first orgasm came with a deep moan, trembling legs, and two thick streams of cum against the floor.

That was when the fun began.

Remember, Tony knew his way around Peter Parker and, in his experience, the moment after that first orgasm was everything to his hyper-sensitive little spider. “Let’s pick up a pace,” He commanded and the suit obliged, speeding its thrusts despite Peter’s protest.

“Tony, that’s-” Peter’s voice caught in his throat as the intensity of the pleasure burned through his senses.  

“That’s what?” Tony teased,

“Too much,” Peter whimpered, his face flushed pink and damp with sweat as his curls bounced back and forth with each thrust. “It’s too much, I’ll—” He paused, eyes squeezing shut as the next one hit him, shock-waving through his frame like the aftermath of an explosion. “—come.” He groaned through clenched teeth, his head weakly drooping down and his body weight slumping against the other suits.

“Color?” Tony asked, reaching to tilt his young lover’s chin upwards.

Peter bit his lip and exhaled slow, “Green.”

“Then let’s continue.”

And they did. For two hours. Milking Peter for untouched orgasms, seemingly, with no end in sight. The first two were white, sticky, and made a mess of the floor. The next few were just clear squirts that paired with the most addicting moans Peter could muster. The recent two were nothing but dribbles. And Tony could tell that they were getting there – to the dry ones.

“Faster,” Tony commanded.

“Tony, wait, I can’t-!” Peter screamed as another orgasm rocked through him and left him breathless. It had come to that point, where even his enhanced body was convinced it couldn’t handle anymore. His skin felt scorched by pleasure, nerve endings sparking with a sweet pain as his muscles spasmed in a dry climax. “Tony,” He whimpered, just barely able to lift his head and lock eyes with the man in front of him. “No more, stop, I can’t, I-”

Once again, like a broken record, Tony asked, “Color?”

And Peter took a deep breath as the suit momentarily slowed its pace, “Green.”

Tony smiled, “How many times now?”

“W-What?” Peter spoke through a ragged breath.

“How many times have you come?”

“I-I don’t know,” Peter stuttered as the suit picked up speed. “A lot.”

“Count the next three,” Tony ordered. “And then we’ll stop.”

“T-Three?” Peter repeated, wide-eyed and exhausted.

“Three,” Tony leaned forward, cupping Peter’s face in his palms. “They’re going to be fast, okay?”

“Okay,” Peter muttered, eyes full of trust as he tilted his cheek against Tony’s hand.

“Max speed,” Tony called out, and much to his surprise, Peter managed to climax after just two of the high-speed thrusts.

“One!” Peter loudly groaned, his voice echoing against the lab walls and mixing with the pistoning sound of the suit’s rapid motions. The over-stimulation had him tearing up, staring at Tony with wet eyes.

“Color?”

“Green!” Peter screamed as those tears started escaping down his cheeks and the next orgasm punched him in the gut. “T-Two!” As his voice shook, so did his resolve.  “Tony, I can’t, no more, too much-”

“You keep saying no,” Tony whispered. “But how do you really feel, hm?” He asked as he thumbed away the tears. “Go on, tell me.”

Peter was panting, “Tony, I’m not-”

“And be honest, sweetheart,” Tony leaned forward, pressing his forehead against Peter’s. “Or I’ll keep it going for another three.”

“It-” Peter whined. “It feels so g-good!” He cried out, more tears rolling down his cheeks as he whimpered and moaned. “It’s so fucking good, Tony!” He inhaled sharp, breathing out a strained, vulnerable and desperate, “Thank you, thank you, thank you...fuck!” His eyes shot open and, just as quickly, squeezed shut, “Tony, I’m coming-!” He choked out as the intensity of the pleasure left him completely still until it didn’t, and tremors of ecstasy flooded his muscles, and he let out a scream louder than all his others.

“Fri, end protocol overdrive.”

All at once, the suits released him and let his wrecked frame drop into Tony’s open arms. He had bruises that were already starting to heal, and his legs were shaking, and his breath was heavy, and his big brown eyes were so far blissed out that Tony wasn’t sure if he was even present anymore. “Hey,” Tony whispered, threading a gentle hand through his boy’s curls and holding him tightly with the other. “Come back to me.”

Peter gave a low groan and slowly lifted his head from Tony’s shoulder. “I can’t walk.” His voice was hoarse, “And I want water and a bath and ice cream and—“ He dropped his head back down. “—a lot of affection too.”

Tony smiled and lifted Peter into his arms, carrying him bridal-style towards the lab’s elevator. “I think I can arrange that.”

“And Star Wars,” Peter quickly added with a lazy smile. “I want to watch Star Wars.”

And Tony just nodded, “Anything you want, Peter.”