#sfsummerbingo21

[snowstark]

Happy Birthday Peter Parker! (August 10, 2001) 🥳

For @starkerfestivals | Fill: Not A Date Tony gives Peter a little birthday surprise. Spoiler alert: it's totally a date.

#starker #ironspider #sfsummerbingo21 #my gifsets

[thegreenmetblue]

“Id like you to be more focused on what Im saying and less on.. me, mr. Parker.”

“Wh- What? But Im not-”

“There’s drool on your desk, Peter.”

Despite the awkwardness of the situation, the only thing Peter is able to think of is that he wishes he’d be more brave. Because he’d have loved to answer ‘And if you want, cum could be on yours.’ but Peter’s way to shy to say that out loud. Just the thought of saying it is making his cheeks burn at the moment.

“You’re a smart boy, wouldn’t want your aunt to call me saying she doesn’t understand what happened to your grades.”

a smart boy.

“I… huh-”

“Now close the door, we have ten minutes left before your next class and by the way you were chewing on that poor pen all morning, i can guess you need something stuffing that pretty pink mouth of yours.”

STARKER FESTIVAL SUMMER BINGO : 7th square

teacher/student

for @starkerfestivals 🙈💖

#starker #starker moodboard #leah tries moodboard #nff #starkerfestivalsevents #starkerfestivals #sfsummerbingo21 #starker festival summer bingo

[the-mad-starker]

Starker Smut: Golden Opportunities (2/2)

@peterparkerbingo

StarkerFestivals Bingo: Size Difference

Peter Parker Bingo: Dubcon

This isn't what I wanted to post for my first fill(s) but running out of timeee and still got more stuff to do 😵😩

Summary: Omega Peter stumbles upon the perfect opportunity to be with his father without the alpha ever finding out.

Notes: starkercest, omegaverse, alpha!Tony, omega!Peter, intersex omegas, vaginal sex, handcuffs, blindfold, dubcon, condom and condom removal, breeding, impreg?

Chapter 1 (AO3 | Tumblr)

WC: 4246 (AO3)

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Peter couldn't take his eyes off his father.

The situation was so improbable that for that one moment, he felt like he was rooted in place. Beneath his skin, the worry that something would go wrong was urging him to act. So he steeled his nerves and brought numb fingers to the button-down he was wearing.

Each button was slipped through its respective hole then the omega was shrugging it off. The shirt he had underneath was stripped off and his pants were shoved down with barely a thought.

He should be thinking this through.

Instead, Peter swayed forward. He took a step then another until he was standing right beside his father's bound form. Peter took a deep breath and felt his father's alpha scent fill his lungs.

It was like an aphrodisiac. His body grew warmer and he shifted from foot to foot, subconsciously rubbing his thighs together. He was already slick, wetness dripping out of him and leaking down his thighs. His little cocklet was also pushing against his underwear.

And he still couldn't take his eyes off his bound father.

What was he waiting for?

Peter didn't know what he wanted to do. Touch him? Blow him? There were so many things the omega wanted to do and he was in turmoil that this may be the only chance to do any of it.

Stop wasting time, Stark, Peter growled at himself.

Touch.

He couldn't pass that up. Peter wasn't touch starved. His dad often hugged him, ruffled his hair, and scented him like any parent would to their child, but this was different. Peter would never be able to touch his father like this with him knowing.

So with a hesitant hand, Peter skimmed his fingertips along the length of his father's cock. The omega barely suppressed a gasp when it twitched beneath his hand, responding to his touch. Responding to him. Growing bolder, Peter firmly grasped it, feeling his pussy grow even wetter as he started to stroke it.

His father's alpha cock was so much more substantial and girthy than his own. Peter had a petite little cocklet in comparison and he wanted so badly to climb onto the bed… Pull his underwear down and compare the two. Not because he wanted to measure himself, oh no. Peter knew he was small, just like any omega was when compared to alphas or betas.

No, Peter wanted to see just how different they were. The size difference turned him on immensely and to see his pretty little cocklet next to his alpha's brutal size would probably have the boy blowing his load immediately.

He couldn't do that though. He put aside the fantasy with a grimace. Even tied up and blindfolded, Tony would know for sure that Peter wasn't his beta lover if he felt an omegan cock rubbing against his.

It was both a blessing and a curse that Tony's current lover was almost always betas and more often than not, women. It would've driven Peter insane to smell another omega on his father and a male omega? Peter would've probably given himself away far sooner by storming in whenever this hypothetical omega came over.

But if Tony did have an omega male lover, Peter would've easily been able to take his place now. But pretending to be a beta woman… It made things difficult but not impossible.

With a pang of disappointment, Peter decided to focus on something else. There were other things he could do and he was wasting time.

Yes… Definitely better things he could be doing.

He focused on the weight of Tony's cock in his hand. Alphas really were something else… So thick and long… Made for penetration… Made for needy little omegas just like Peter who needed to feel their alphas pierce deep inside their bodies… An alpha like his father was meant to be a stud, meant for breeding little omegas.

How Peter didn't end up with a hoard of siblings, he didn't know, but he was grateful. He didn't want to share his father. Not with other siblings and certainly not with other lovers.

This was the cock that made him…

His breath quickened at the thought and his mouth watered, spit threatening to drip from the corner of his mouth. He really was shameless… Shameless and unrepentant for what he was going to do.

His eager stroking continued and more fluid started to leak from his dad's tip. Peter used it to slick the entire length, his hand getting wet from it. Then he switched hands, bringing his wet fingers to his mouth and licking up his father's taste. His eyelashes fluttered in ecstasy, brown eyes mere slits as he sucked every bit of pre he could find.

Delicious.

Reluctantly, Peter let go but only so he could tug his underwear off. He wanted to do more than give his dad a handjob and judging by the way Tony was panting, he needed something more too.

Naked, Peter climbed onto the bed. He steadied himself as he positioned himself between Tony's spread legs. He made sure that the alpha had no idea that he wasn't his beta lover, making sure that his cocklet wouldn't touch any part of his father's body.

Perhaps he was being overly cautious but he wasn’t going to risk it. He was just so close to getting everything he'd dreamed about all those quiet heat filled nights that he laid in bed, touching himself while he ached for the one alpha he couldn't have...

He laid on his stomach, face hovering right over his father's cock.

Then with a sigh of pleasure, he took hold of Tony's monstrous cock and slipped his lips over the thick tip of his glans. His lips stretched tightly over the girth. It felt right, suckling on his dad's cock like this. Well, not exactly, he had only taken the head into his mouth and God, his lips already felt stretched.

How was he supposed to get the entire thing in his mouth?

It was an intimidating thought, but Peter wanted it. Wanted his dad's cock so far in his mouth that he'd be forced to deep throat it. Would it even fit…?

His father moaned through the ball gag. It sounded encouraging and Peter could feel the alpha's muscles jump beneath his hands. His dad was keeping still, letting Peter explore and suck on him while he enjoyed the feeling of a hot, wet mouth on his cock.

Would he still allow it if he knew it was his omega son? What would his daddy do if he found out it was Peter sucking so sweetly on his cock? What expression would his father wear if he saw that it was Peter greedily milking his knot?

The boy shuddered, equal parts aroused and frightened by the idea of his daddy finding out. But he couldn't stop no matter what.

Peter's eyes never slipped shut. He wanted to see every reaction and burn it into memory– the way his dad's eyebrows knitted together, his face flushing as pink as his cock and the way he squirmed in his bonds, reacting to the feeling of Peter's mouth.

Peter tried to take more in. He was inexperienced though. He hadn't taken to practicing this technique because he was still so stubborn about having any other alpha besides the one he wanted.

The omega was only able to take a couple of inches before he had to back off but Peter was his father's son and wouldn't accept defeat easily. He kept going for more, trying to sink his mouth down further and further, rearing up whenever his throat started to close up.

The sound of his coughing and whimpers only seemed to turn his dad on even more. More precum dripped from the slit of his cock, clear drops of fluid that didn't even make it past the edge of the glans before Peter was hungrily licking it away.

If he kept going like this, would his dad come in his mouth? The thought was a tempting one because Peter wanted to taste it. He wanted to remember this– weeks, months, years from now, how he had brought his own father off with his mouth.

Between his legs, his cocklet was leaking and wetting the covers beneath him. He had barely paid attention to it, so engrossed with sucking Tony's cock that he had ignored his own pleasure.

He slipped a hand between his body and the bed, pressing against his palm against his aching flesh. His gasp was muffled, his daddy's cock still taking up every bit of room in his mouth.

His hips jerked harshly as a desperate, hushed whine escaped him. The first touch against his cocklet sent jolts of electricity sizzling through his senses. The ache traveled further and sank deeper into his body where it settled as a pulsing need between his legs. His hand followed the sensation and he sank two fingers in easy where he was dripping wet.

Empty… He groaned around his mouthful as he fingered himself, shoving too slim fingers in desperately. Spit and precum painted his lips and wet his chin.

He suckled on his dad's cock like one of those slutty omegas in porn, desperate and gagging for it and Peter could tell that his alpha daddy loved it. His father's cock twitched and pulsed in his grip, dripping obscenely for his son.

Peter could do it, he could make his daddy come. What would a face full of his father's load feel like? Sticky hot and saturated with the intimate scent of an aroused alpha...

He wanted it… But his daddy and his cock deserved the best. Why waste a perfectly good load when he could have his father blow inside him? Pussy was better than a mouth, wasn't it?

Peter's fevered thoughts all chimed in an affirmative. His daddy's scent filled his lungs, his daddy's taste on his tongue… He needed his daddy's cock inside him.

He couldn't take it anymore.

"Hah…" His lips made a soft pop when he pulled off and he took one last lick, swiping his tongue right over the still leaking slit.

Removing his fingers from his pussy made the emptiness even more unbearable but he'd change that soon enough. With one hand cupping his little cocklet, smearing precum and slick on his sensitive flesh, he sat up on his knees.

Sweat made his father's body glisten in the light and it highlighted every curve of muscle. His inner thighs brushed against his father's thick legs as he crawled his way into position.

His breath was coming in ragged as he held his father's cock carefully. The muscles in his belly were tense as he kept himself stationary above his bound father.

A little awkward positioning and then the alpha's thick tip was brushing against his pussy. Peter's breath came in sharp as his hips moved in sloppy jerks just to feel his dad's cockhead rubbing against his pussy, collecting all the slick along the folds.

His breath hitched whenever his movements had the cockhead pass over his hole… So close… It was so close. Peter was a thrust away from getting his daddy to pop his cherry.

The jarring sound of the metal on metal caught his attention and had his brows furrowing. His daddy obviously wanted his attention and Peter has always been attentive to his father.

Above the blindfold, Tony's eyebrows were narrowed and the shape of his mouth around the gag was displeased, maybe even angry. Peter couldn't talk without giving himself away but he touched a furrowed brow in question.

The alpha shook off his touch with a harsh jerk of his head. There was a brief moment of hurt because his daddy had never rejected him like that before but then Peter realized he misunderstood. Another jerk of the head and Peter followed his father's movement to see a little square of foil on the nightstand.

A condom.

For a moment, Peter stared at it in shock. He'd only ever hand one in his hands in sex ed when he had to put one on a banana. He had managed it, cheeks red and with fumbling ineptitude, but he completely forgot about the need to use one until now.

He looked at his dad and then at the condom, almost forlorn. Did he really have to?

It seemed as though his dad was insisting on it. With a displeased frown, Peter leaned over and grabbed it. Once he did so, his daddy settled down on the bed.

Peter's expression twisted into one of displeasure as he tore the foil open and readied the condom. Pinch at the tip, he remembered, and slide it over the alpha's cock. If this was the only way…

Logically, it didn't make sense why using a condom would dampen Peter's pleasure. It had to be all in his head. The fact that there was something between them… Unforgivable.

And yet, when he got back into position and his daddy just waited for him, Peter didn't waste any time. Having been stopped once, he didn't hesitate to finally sink down on his father's cock.

It was the best feeling ever. His muscles were tense, thighs trembling as he took the tip in. Even that was intense. His teeth dug into his bottom lip as he lowered his shaking body.

Slick made it easier. The fact that he hadn't done more than fingered himself half-heartedly before trying to take his daddy's cock made it harder.

His bound father groaned around the ball gag, muscles jumping in his arms as the cuffs clanked against the bed frame.

So big… Peter barely held back whimpers as tears burned in the corner of his eyes. Between his thighs, he could see the remaining length of his alpha's condom covered cock. Just the tip already had him biting down on his lip in pain and pleasure, how was he supposed to take the rest…?

Wide-eyed, he stared at his father in a mix of wonder, horror, and desperation.

Can he take it all…? He had to!

His mouth quivered around a silent moan and his eyes were wide and unseeing, too focused on the way he was being stretched and filled to the brim. Slick, gravity, and Peter's sheer determination had him taking his father's cock deeper and deeper until his ass settled on Tony's hips.

His dad was… so big… He was… taking up every bit of space in Peter's body.

Peter was stuffed full of his daddy's cock, and his insides squeezed down almost viciously as though to confirm that, yes, there was an actual cock inside him….

Once he got his alpha's cock inside him, it was like a switch was flipped. His cocklet was hard, his pussy was stretched to the point of aching, and he… he just needed more. He needed his father's knot. He needed to feel his daddy's cock rubbing against his most intimate parts… Needed his daddy to claim him…

Peter's inexperience was embarrassing. Besides the fact that his dad would never allow this, he was glad Tony couldn't see the awkward attempts Peter made at riding him. It was sloppy and terrible, the way Peter lifted his body, whimpering at the way his daddy's cock dragged against his walls.

The alpha's cock was just hitting all his sweet spots. He didn't know if it was sheer coincidence or just an inevitable consequence of his daddy's size, but every time his daddy's cock pushed inside him, it was almost too much… His eyes threatened to roll to the back of his head, that was how good it felt.

Peter could barely manage to lift himself up fully, too hungry for his dad's cock. One inch– two, at most– and he was already dropping his hips down, shuddering in sheer ecstasy as he took his father's cock down to the root.

His attempts became even more sloppy, more desperate, when he felt his daddy's knot. Above all else, he needed that knot…

He readjusted his body, knees spread even further apart to get into a better position. His teeth dug into his bottom lip, one hand still cupping his hard cocklet to avoid rubbing against his daddy. He really wanted to… He could imagine how good it'd feel to be fucked and still rub his cocklet against his daddy's stomach.

Alpha… Peter panted as he continued, almost crazed in his desperation to be knotted. Besides the sweat beading along his daddy's temple and the soft groans that also spilled around the gag, Peter could barely tell his father's reaction.

He just knew that he was at least making his alpha feel good. His daddy's cock was still rock hard and his knot was forming…

"Mm…" Peter moaned softly. He didn't notice how his jerky movements smoothed out nor did he notice how his hips started to undulate and twist in ways that brought him more pleasure.

His daddy was feeling good too… The knot was starting to catch, that soft little bump giving Peter even more of a stretch when it would slip in and out of his body. It was still too small to lock inside but not for long…

Soft whimpers escaped him, pushed out of his small body because there just wasn't any room left with his daddy's cock filling him up. The sheer size of his alpha daddy's cock… Peter could feel the tip shove hard against something inside him whenever he dropped down. It was probably… probably the entrance to his womb… His daddy's cock was pressed up tight against that spot…

Suddenly, Peter couldn't take it anymore. It wasn't enough. Even when the knot popped, it wouldn't feel enough because Peter craved something more than that. He wanted his daddy's cum filling him up, splashing hot inside him, changing him forever, irreversibly crossing that line…

To try to fight off the insane thought pounding in his head, Peter did something else that was equally crazy.

Desperate hands reached for the strap holding the ball gag in place. His nails scratched through his daddy's hair and as soon as the gag fell, Peter was leaning down, kissing his father.

"Fuck, baby…" His daddy's voice was rough but it still sent a shiver down his spine. Peter moaned against his mouth, sucking on his daddy's bottom lip, even digging his teeth in.

His alpha tugged at the bonds again, further exciting Peter when he saw how badly Tony wanted to hold him.

He still couldn't speak but at least he could surrender himself to his alpha daddy's mouth. Even without being able to hold him, Tony was still so aggressive in his kissing. His daddy's tongue filled his mouth and Peter moaned around it, catching what little breath he could when they pulled apart.

His fingers dug through his father's hair and the light caught the glints of silver. It just turned Peter on even more.

"'m close, baby," Tony groaned against his mouth.

I know… Peter wanted to say. He could feel it, the knot started to grow too big to slip out. Every slam of his hips had his father's cock press so deep that his toes curled.

His eyes squeezed shut. Peter was going to fall apart… He was going to have his first orgasm with an alpha and it was his father…

That insane thought pounded in his head and his hands shook.

All he had to do was finish. Let his daddy finish… He'd get the knot… But it drove him crazy because of that stupid condom…

It was like something was possessing him because his hand moved on its own. His fingers skimmed down his daddy's dark hair, down his neck, and over his firm chest… Reached between their bodies, even brushed against his cocklet which was now rubbing against his daddy's abs…

Peter whimpered as his hips twitched and he lifted off just enough that he could grasp his daddy's wet cock. He sought the edge of the condom and without hesitation, pulled it off with a soft pop.

"Baby, what are you–" His dad didn't have a chance to finish before Peter took him back in.

Raw.

"Oh…!" Breathless and gasped out, it was the first audible word Peter had said since this whole thing started.

The fact that Peter could've been found out should've made him stop and re-evaluate what he just did but he was too far gone.

Doing it raw with his dad was everything he wanted. Maybe it was all in his head but he didn't care. He could feel the searing heat of his father's cock inside him and he could feel how Tony responded, hips bucking harshly to fuck him deeper and deeper.

Peter bounced on his daddy's cock with desperate little whines.

"The condom– You took it off…?!" Peter had never heard his father struggle for words like this and it brought him such great satisfaction to know it was because of him.

He didn't bother to answer, too focused on getting Tony to knot inside. Beneath him, his father growled but it had a frustrated edge. Tony didn't seem to be trying to get the naughty omega off. No, his harsh movements looked like he wanted to grab Peter and get his hands on him.

Sorry, dad, Peter faintly thought as savored the way Tony's cock had him gasping for breath. Can't let you see me like this… Can't let you know what kind of son you raised...

Wet and sloppy, Peter was slicking up so much for his dad. The sounds echoing in the room were pure sex– the harsh clapping of their bodies, the rough growls of an alpha rutting, and the high pitched whines of an omega getting wrecked.

He knew he should stifle his moans but it was too late for that. Peter still leaned back down, pressing his lips to his father's and gasping when the alpha returned it with just as much fervor.

The harsh clanking of the cuffs faded into the background. All that mattered was the delicious heat pooling in Peter's belly and the increasing difficulty of taking his daddy's growing knot.

The omega continued to greedily kiss his dad, fingers digging desperately in Tony's hair.

Dad, dad, dad… Peter chanted in his head. Gonna come…. Come inside me, please– want it so bad, want your cum, daddy…!

With a whimper, he came before the knot even locked in place. His hips stuttered and faltered in their harsh rhythm but his daddy took over as planted his feet on the bed and continued to fuck him.

The knot shoved in, just shy of too much, and Peter cried out as it finally settled and locked deep inside him. A flood of warmth spilled inside him and his moan of completion was accompanied with his dad's.

Being bred by his alpha felt so good… There was a faint, tired smile on his lips as Peter milked the knot, content and accepting of the consequences. No matter what happened… This is what he wanted.

"Peter."

Peter's eyes flew open, shock like cold water being tipped over him.

Heart pounding, Peter looked down at his daddy and met an uncovered brown eye peeking over where the blindfold had loosened and slipped down.

He couldn't tell what expression his father had. He didn't know when the blindfold had fallen, had been too caught up... But he could still feel his daddy's cock pulsing inside him, feel him pumping load after generous load right into his womb…

"D-Daddy…" Peter finally gasped out, hands curling against Tony's chest.

He tried to pull away, forgetful of the knot, and cried out as it tugged against his body. Warm, familiar hands clamped down on his hips, keeping him grounded on the knot.

His daddy was free.

"When did you…?" Peter shuddered, eyes fluttering shut as another load came searing into him.

His daddy stroked his thumb over Peter's hipbone. He could feel the amused rumble of his daddy's laugh as he answered.

"Oh, sweetheart," Tony purred as he sat up while still keeping his son settled on his knot. "These cuffs are cheap little toys. As soon as the blindfold came off…"

He tumbled Peter onto his back and Peter stared at him dazed and cumdrunk. His legs immediately wrapped around his daddy's waist. A gentle rhythm started up, his daddy rutting against him with short but deep thrusts.

His back arched, their chests pressed firmly together as Tony's body covered him completely.

His daddy's beard scratched against his sensitive cheek.

His daddy's teeth nibbled his ear.

His daddy's words whispered into his ear, solving the riddle. "How can I not know my own omega son's scent?"

Peter clenched down, whining as a wet tongue teased along his lobe. When had his scent blockers worn off…? Peter didn't know the answer to that either.

Then his father said, "How could I pass up this golden opportunity…?"

Another riddle solved. Peter whimpered with the realization. He had thought the same thing…

"Like father… like son…" Peter moaned when the knot softened but his alpha didn't pull out. He felt the rush of cum spill out of him, dripping from around his daddy's cock, but Tony only grunted as he fucked back into the mess he left.

"Exactly, Pete," his daddy growled against his lips. "Exactly."

#starker #madstarker writes #starkercest #sfsummerbingo21 #omegaverse #omega peter parker #alpha tony stark #intersex omegas #nff #dubcon

[muse-of-gods]

"Oh thank God, you're alive!"

That's all Peter hears before Tony's lips touch his for the first time ever. The feeling only lasts for a few seconds and Peter doesn't have time to react before it's already over. At first, he doesn't know if he is hallucinating because a giant space lizard just hit him over the head. Because why would Tony, the most incredible man in the world and his crush since he was 12, kiss him?

But when he opens his eyes, he knows that the kiss was real. Because there is Tony in his Iron Man suit, leaning over him and looking equally shocked, relieved and embarrassed.

Peter wants to say something clever about the kiss and about how adorable Tony's expression is, but all that comes out is a groan. His whole body hurts from the impact of the hit. And before he can try to speak up again, Tony presses another chaste kiss to his forehead and scoops him up in his arms.

"C'mon, spider boy, we can talk about this later. First, I'll get you out of here," Tony whispers into his ear, holding him close to his chest as they take off into the sky.

@starkerfestivals Summer bingo: First Kiss

#starker #ironspider #tony stark x peter parker #sfsummerbingo21 #starker fanfiction #first kiss #myedits

[jordanparker]

omegaverse (part one)

for the @starkerfestivals rewind event

Huffing, Tony walks out the building and decides to walk down the road to the small lake to cool off.

Maybe getting some fresh air will help calm him down.

Once he makes it to the lake he toes off his shoes and chooses a spot on the grass to sit on. Stupid Steve and his stupid beta smell that kept pissing him off.

"Didn't know anyone still came here to cry, thought it was only me."

Turning, Tony's eyes widen as he catches sight of the prettiest omega he has ever seen. Big brown doe eyes and pink lips, make him look like the definition of beautiful.

It's almost like he's seen an angel.

The omega shyly settles next to him with a soft sigh of contentment. His brown skirt flutter around his pale thighs as the wind picks up.

Tony would do anything for this omega, he decides.

"What's your name?" Tony finally asks, looking over at the omega.

The omega hums, wrinkling up his nose before finally saying, "Peter. What's yours?"

And oh god his voice sounds so soft and gentle, like a flower.

"Tony." He answers, putting out a hand for Peter to shake.

Instead of shaking his hand, Peter laces his thin fingers softly through his.

"Well Tony, you're sad. I'm sad. That means we can both be sad together, right?" Peter whispers, like its a secret that the world can't have.

Tony's still internally panicking that a pretty omega is holding his hand, his mouth is dry as he murmurs, "Yeah, we can be sad together."

Peter's brilliant smile makes him glad that he walked out of the meeting.

(bingo card under cut)

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #sfsummerbingo21 #sfrewind #ironspider #tw: a/b/o #tw: omegaverse #sorry i fixed it tho

[starkerscoop]

Little Touch of Heaven (Ch. 1)

Written for the @starkerfestivals​​ Summer Bingo

Prompt: Love at First Sight

And no, they do not get together in the first chapter. Despite my fluff rep, this fic will have some drama and angst, so buckle in!

Tag List: @snowstark​​ @nerdylocksandthethreebears​​

ao3

Tags: omegaverse, high school au

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“Did you hear about the new kid?”

Tony’s ears perked up at the excited question, and he spared a glance at the direction it came from. Two girls stood by the blue lockers with animated expressions, and Tony wondered where they got their energy from. It was seven in the morning, damn it. It shouldn’t have been legal to be awake at this time, let alone to chatter loudly in the hallways.

“Yes!” the second girl said in response. “Have you seen him yet? He’s so cute.”

Tony scoffed and continued moving through the hall. He had no time for romance or aimless gossip. He was only attending school so that he could go on to university, escape his parents, and never return to his hometown. There was no need to concern himself with who was or wasn’t conventionally attractive.

The notion of a new student did intrigue him, however. It wasn’t often that teenagers or children moved to what was essentially the middle of nowhere. The most that the town got was retired elders seeking a quiet life.

Tony reached his locker and jerked on it harshly, getting its stubborn door to swing open with practiced ease. He pulled out the textbook he needed for his Physics class and stuffed it into his bag. After zipping it up, he shut his locker and turned, ready to make his reluctant way to his classroom, only to come face to face with James Rhodes, his best friend of twelve years.

“Hey, Tones,” Rhodey greeted. “You ready for Markovitz’s test?”

Tony quirked an eyebrow. “Are you doubting my skills? Please, I could do it in my sleep.”

“That makes one of us,” Rhodey grumbled, annoyance passing over his face. “The least he could’ve done was make the test later on in the week. But no, we have to take it first thing in the morning on a Monday. I haven’t even had coffee yet.”

“You’re good at Physics,” Tony insisted. “Markovitz is just a shit teacher.”

Rhodey gave a helpless shrug. “Nothing we can do about it. We need his class to graduate.”

Tony nodded in agreement and they stepped into the classroom, which was halfway full of students who resembled zombies more than the teenagers they were. Their faces were marred with stress lines and deep eyebags, but that was no shocker. It was their last year of high school, and they were overcome with a need to both work themselves to the bone and give up, letting life take them where it pleased. A great deal of the graduating class wanted to move to the big cities and become more than small-towners following in their parents’ footsteps. It took a lot out of them.

Tony and Rhodey took their seats, which were, unfortunately, on opposite ends of the classroom. That wasn’t much of a problem for Rhodey, who was charismatic and got along with most people he encountered. For Tony, who preferred for people to stay away from him at all times, with the exception of a select few, it was equivalent to the end of the world. But he made do.

It didn’t take long for the rest of the class to file in, and by the time the bell rang, they were all at their desks. Mr. Markovitz cleared his throat, bringing their attention to him.

“We have a test today, so you better hope you studied, because this one’s a tough one.”

He allowed them a brief moment to groan and roll their eyes, and continued:

“But before we start, I have someone I’d like you to meet. Come in and introduce yourself, Peter.” He finished speaking and turned his head to the door, his students mimicking the action with curious eyes.

A boy walked in with his head down, his brown curls flopping over his forehead with each short step he took to the front of the classroom, where he stopped and looked up at them with a grimace. Tony could sympathize. He’d never had the ‘new kid’ experience, but he imagined it wasn’t good.

The boy began to speak. “My name is Peter Parker, I’m from New York, and I want to be a chemical engineer.”

Peter gazed around the classroom, his stare lingering on each student with a curiosity of his own, until it landed on Tony. Their eyes widened as they met, and Tony felt his breath catch in his chest. The tenseness of Peter’s jaw seemed to melt off of him the longer they stared at each other, and Tony’s heart fluttered at that. He’d never calmed anyone at sight before, and he thought that, that was what might’ve been happening at the moment. A smile, small but bright, started to grow on Peter’s face, and Tony found himself blushing.

“Take a seat, Peter,” Mr. Markovitz interrupted, and the eye contact was broken.

Peter shuffled to the only available seat, the one two rows in front of Tony’s, and sat down next to Ned Leeds, an omega who led the only Lego Club in the entire state of Montana.

Mr. Markovitz walked through the rows at a hurried pace, tossing a test face-down in front of every student. He’d handed everyone a test in the span of a minute, eager to begin testing.

“As usual, there’s no multiple-choice in my class. You have forty-five minutes. I’ve set the timer; you may begin your test.” Once he finished speaking, Mr. Markovitz perched on his desk with the timer next to him, and didn’t move an inch for the entirety of the test, watching them all with strong focus.

He’d said more than once that he hated cheaters, and he took enough precautions that no one doubted him. Aside from keeping an eye on them as they tested and making all their questions short-answer, he also gave his students different versions of the test, so they couldn’t ask each other for help.

Tony gripped his pencil tightly, attempting valiantly to forget Peter’s presence for the duration of the test, and read the first question.

You have a mass of 71 kg and are on a 51-degree slope hanging on to a cord with a breaking strength of 165 N.

(a) What must be the coefficient of static friction between you and the surface for you to be saved from the fire?

(b) If the coefficient of static friction is zero, what would the incline angle have to be in order for the cord to not break?

He’d read up on static friction over the summer to prepare for Physics. This was something he knew the answer to. And yet, his mind was drawing a blank.

As the minutes ticked by, heat flickered at the base of his spine and rose up as panic stirred in his gut. He’d never stumbled over himself in a science test like this. What was going on? What was wrong with him?

Despite his alarm, he glanced up from his papers to look at Peter, who was scribbling away on his test. Perhaps Tony had gotten the harder version, and Mr. Markovitz had overestimated the students’ ability to pass Version B. That had to be it.

Tony sifted through the pages, skimming every question to identify ones he could answer, but his search came up fruitless. The questions, though phrased in terms he was familiar with, weren’t bringing any answers to mind, and he released a distraught whimper. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice, all engrossed in their tests.

Forty-five minutes flew by quickly, Tony’s stress making each second spent frantically scanning the test for something he could answer, shorter.

Mr. Markovitz collected each test with the same rushed demeanor he’d handed them out in. He tucked them into a drawer in his desk, locked it, and faced the class with his hands clasped before his stomach.

He announced, “Your tests will be graded by the end of the week. For homework, read the next chapter of the textbook, and be ready to discuss it tomorrow. Class dismissed.”

Everyone stood up, pushing their chairs in and rushing to their friends, no doubt to gush over the test. Tony made his way to Rhodey with an awful feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“That was horrible,” Rhodey sighed, massaging his hand to rid it of the soreness it had acquired during the test. “I bet it wasn’t for you, though, boy-genius.”

Tony shook his head mutely.

“What?” Rhodey placed a concerned hand on his shoulder. “It’s all right, man. Even if you failed, one grade won’t do anything to you.”

Tony didn’t agree. “I need to pass if I want to make it out of here.”

“One bad test won’t tank your grade,” Rhodey asserted. “I promise.”

Tony smiled grimly. “We’ll see what my parents have to say about that.”

#starker #ironspider #starkerscoopwrites #little touch of heaven fic #SFSummerBingo21

[peterrparrkerr]

Dom drop - read on ao3

Tagging: @lokitonypeter @just-things-things @thegreenmetblue @someonepostedart @andacheesyoneliner @bluestarker @lilcoffeecup @useless-fanfictions-for-mcu @tnpt

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Peter's never been fucked harder in his life. Its rough and dirty, hips snapping, skin slapping, nails digging in.

His ass is red from Tony hitting him, cock swollen from being denied an orgasm too many times. His cheeks are wet from tears, body sore and bruised.

Tony doesn't stop though. Not when Peter's moans turn into mewls, when he's too exhausted to hold up his own hips, when the tears turn to sobs.

He keeps thrusting, keeping hitting, keeps pinching at the head of Peter's cock to keep him from cumming.

Peter can't describe the feeling. Hes exhausted, but so energized. A mix of pain and pleasure, to the point where he doesn't know what he's begging for anymore.

And the way Tony's thick cockhead catches on his sore and abused hole, only to slam into his prostate at a dizzying, brutal pace doesn't help Peter in climbing out of the mindset Tony's currently got him in.

Peter doesn't know where one moan ends and another one starts, only that its cut up with each thrust.

Tony's loud too, grunting and growling and huffing for breath. Peter's surprised the older has been able to last this long. He's not cum once in the couple hours since they've started.

It's not long though before Tony's moans turn gruff, his hips faltering in their rhythm. Peter doesn't know if he cries harder because he's relieved or upset.

"Please, please, please -ah!- oh, please-" Peter wept, struggling to catch his breath.

Tony shoves him face first into the mattress as he cums inside, rolling his hips. Peter scrambles, hand reaching down to his cock.

Tony -even in the middle of his own orgasm- swats his hands away, only making Peter cry harder, body trembling.

Tony stays deep inside him as he rolls them onto their sides. Peter presses into his chest, one of Tony's arms pinning his own to his chest.

"Shh, baby, I've got you," Tony murmured into Peter's ear. Peter's chest heaves as Tony curls his fingers around his cock.

"Please-" Peter's breath hitches. Tony kisses at his neck, soft and loving -a contrast to the bruising bites he had inflicted on the same spot moments before.

He cums hard. Its painful and his body tenses and quivers. He can't help but thrash in Tony's arms as the older continues to stroke him through it.

When he's finally finished, he sags into the bed, leaning back against Tony and so tired.

He doesn't mean to fall asleep, but he can't help it. Once he closes his eyes he can't open then again, and its a fast fall into unconsciousness.

When he wakes up a few hours later, its dark, and the other side of the bed is empty. Peter scowls, still sleepy and sore and confused. Tony never left Peter alone afterwards.

He slowly climbs out of bed, wincing at the pain in his muscles. It felt like he spent the whole day at the gym and then ran a marathon.

Bruises litter his skin from his neck down to his ankles, and Peter presses his finger tips into the ones on his hips, matching his fingers up with the bruises left by Tony.

He shuffles his way to the front door, fully naked, and slipped out into the hall.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y?" Peter asked softly in the dark. "Where's Tony?"

It takes only a second for the AI to respond. "He's in the lab."

Peter nods, using the wall to balance as he makes his way to the spiral staircase that leads to Tony's work area.

He squints as he steps closer to the light. He sees Tony at one of his stations, naked as well, fiddling with a new piece of tech for the ironman suit.

Peter frowns. Tony's usually gentle hand is rough, jerky. His shoulders are tense, high up near his ears and as Peter steps down the stairs, he notices tears in his eyes. Glistening against his cheeks.

"Tony?" Peter called out softly, watching Tony jump and curse. He spins around on his stool, wiping his cheeks.

"Peter, what are you doing up?" Tony asked, standing up and making his way over.

"You weren't in bed," Peter said, reaching out for him when he got close enough. "Whats wrong?"

Tony wraps his arms around Peter, burying his face in Peter's shoulder. Peter's worry increases when he feels tears hit his shoulder.

"Tony, what is it?" Peter asked, wrapping his arms around Tony's shoulders.

The man lets out a shaky breath, but doesn't say anything. Peter runs his fingers through his hair, trying to sooth the man.

"Come on," Peter urged. "Lets go to bed."

He doesn't let Tony go. The two make their way back up the stairs, Peter still sore. Tony sniffles beside him.

They get back to the bed, and it takes Peter a little while longer to settle, body stiff.

It just makes Tony cry all over again, and he digs the heels of his palms into his eyes.

"Tony, please," Peter said softly, reaching for him. "Talk to me."

Tony's inhale is choppy and wet. It worries Peter. Tony's usually not like this -not without reason at least.

"I'm sorry," Tony exhaled, voice wavering. Peter's frown deepens and he scoots over to him, tugging at his elbow until Tony uncovers his face.

"Why are you sorry?" Peter asked softly, kissing at Tony's shoulder, leaning up against his side.

Tony wipes at his eyes again, regulating his breathing in the darkness of their bedroom.

"I went too far," Tony breathed, looking over at Peter. "I took it too far, I'm so sorry, Peter."

Peter shook his head, quickly reaching for Tony and pulling at him until Tony was rolled over, half on his stomach, half on Peter.

"You didn't go too far," Peter assured, wrapping one arm around Tony's shoulders while he used the other to pet at Tony's hair.

The older man buried his nose in Peter's neck, breathing shakily against him.

"I hurt you," Tony whined.

"I wanted you to," Peter murmured, kissing at Tony's forehead. "I concented, okay? You did nothing wrong."

Tony doesn't say anything, just continues to cry silently against him. Peter rubs at his back, planting kisses where he can reach.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Its okay," Peter promised. "You didn't go too far. You did exactly what I wanted. What I asked for."

Peter continued talking to Tony, whispering to him, petting him, kissing him, until the tears had all dried up, and his breathing had evened out.

Peter blinks heavy lids, yawning before setting against Tony as well and falling asleep.

#marvel #tony stark #peter parker #ironman #spiderman #starker #nff #my writing #ao3 #sfsummerbingo21

[carelessannie]

starker + nesting? 🥺 (as in a/b/o)

Ohhhh this is one of my favorites, hope you love it 💗💗

Sorry it’s not smutty, honestly I felt like this scene was supposed to be soft so here’s some fluff!

Here’s the link to my bingo card for Inappropriate use of web shooters

@starkerfestivals

Warnings: omegaverse, inappropriate use of web blasters (which actually might be a bingo fill for me, woops), and some light groping (if you can call it that)

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Peter stumbles out of his room, vision blurry from sleep as he yawns.

“Tonesy?” he warbles, blinking around the living room, completely empty and quiet. It’s a bit concerning that— so close to his heat— his Alpha would leave him alone like this. Every instinct in his body is pushing him back to the bedroom, back to his makeshift nest, but he has to find his mate.

“Friday, where’s Tony?”

There’s a pause before she answers, “You can probably find him out on the penthouse balcony."

A stab of fear has Peter sprinting towards the balcony access, throwing open the door and looking around wildly for his stupid, idiotic Alpha.

He doesn’t expect to see Tony— fully dressed in the Iron Man armor— shooting long ropes of webbing fluid out of his palms instead of repulsor blasts.

What?

“A-alpha?” he stutters, rubbing his arms as a gust of wind chills his already overheated skin, “Tony?"

The armored mask turns to look at him, and Tony stops firing webs at the underside of the wall. He lands in front of Peter, blocking the oncoming wind, and lifts the mask, “Hey, baby— thought you were still sleeping?"

“S’cold without you."

Tony’s face falls as he looks from the mess of webs and back to Peter, “I... I’m almost done, if you’d like to see."

Peter perks up, “Something for me?"

“Mhm, made it especially for you, baby,” Tony leans forward to dot a kiss on his nose, and gives Peter a light tap on his ass, “why don’tcha run and grab your favorite blankets— I’ll be done when you get back."

It only takes a few minutes to gather the blankets from his nest, promising himself to arrange it even better next time, and skips back to where Tony’s folding away the Iron Man suit. He spends a moment watching— it’s always a piece of art to watch the nanobites at work. To watch his Alpha at work.

Tony stretches out his arms, “Here, give me those. Why don’t you go check it out?"

Peter’s skeptical of the giant wad of webbing, but hands over his blankets obediently. He crawls up the side of the balcony wall, sticking easily to the metal exterior. As Peter approaches, he notices an opening towards the crease— like an upside-down igloo. Curious.

He peers inside and almost loses his breath. No.

“Alpha,” Peter exhales. The interior of the webbed igloo is completely hallow, and the upper rim is transparent, giving him an unobstructed view of the city sky line while also remaining entirely hidden from view.

As he crawls inside, Peter lets himself unstick, rolling onto his back in the center of the structure and giggling joyfully. Tony made a nest for him. And not just any nest, no. His Alpha made him a spider’s nest.

There’s a soft, padded mattress on the base, and small shelving around the walls, already stocked with their favorite heat snacks, water and other necessities.

“Alpha!” Peter throws himself back out of the nest, sliding down the wall until he lands nose to nose with Tony. “I can’t believe... Alpha, you made me a nest."

“Of course I did, Peter— you deserve it.”

Peter throws back his head, laughing in an overwhelming wave of happiness. Oh, he’s so irrevocably in love.

“Join me,” Peter breathes, snatching back the blankets. He races up the wall and back into his nest, secure in the knowledge that Tony is flying close behind him.

It’s easy. It’s perfect. The webbing somehow catches and amplifies their combined scents, wrapping both Alpha and Omega in the comfort of their embrace. It’s the quickest Peter has ever started purring for his Alpha, and promises himself never to leave, ever.

Once all the blankets and pillows are arranged— Peter only going back to the bedroom once to grab more— they lay spooned together, drifting back to sleep before Peter’s heat hits in the morning.

Tony noses the back of his neck, rubbing Peter’s tummy with lazy fingers, “M’glad you like it."

And Peter just wiggles back into the crease of Tony’s hip, excited for the next few days together. He leads Tony’s hand down to cup him between the legs, soft and secure in his Alpha’s grip.

“S’perfect, Alpha. Can’t wait—" he yawns, shaking out his curls and rubbing at his eyes, “— can’t wait for you to knot me in it."

He can hear Tony chuckle behind him, but Peter just shrugs, letting sleep overtake him. He’s not sure why his Alpha is laughing— Peter is dead serious— but the warmth and the comfort take him under, cocooned wonderfully in the safety of their nest.

#starker #prompt fill #fluff #nesting #omegaverse #sfsummerbingo21 #starkerfestivalsevents #no sexy only soft #ironspider #tony x peter #drabble

[sadachmesarthim]

take four of “let’s see if this will format correctly”, my first bingo square fill: wrong number!

word count: 1.3k

content: lingerie, lewd photos, peter being a Certified Dumbass

nothing explicit (yet) but all of my content is 18+ only

link to inspo for what he’s wearing: here

This was all MJ’s fault, and no one could convince him otherwise.

She was the one that put her name and number in Peter’s phone. She was the one that encouraged him to leave Tony’s as Mr. Stark, because “it’s endearing” and “maybe he’ll think it’s hot” and “it’s not like you call him anything else anyway, what’s the point?” She was also the one that explicitly asked for the pictures. So yeah, this was all MJ’s fault.

It totally wasn’t on Peter to check which text thread he opened. It totally wasn’t on him that he closed his messages before seeing the little “delivered” notification pop up. It totally wasn’t on him for buying the entire Iron Man lingerie line.

No, this was all on MJ.

He’d spent an... exorbitant portion of his last check on the set - a cute lace bodysuit and garter belt in Iron Man red, with gold clasps and matching glittery thigh highs. It was honestly really cute, and he looked damn good in it, if he did say so himself. But it was true. Peter didn’t have anybody to show off for - he certainly didn’t have a boyfriend, and he’d be damned if Tony ever found out he bought it. He’d probably have to quit his job, get a new identity, move to Iceland, and even THEN the embarrassment alone would probably kill him. 

So of course MJ would demand photos. Of course.

“Okay okay, yeah yeah yeah FINE, will you at least let me SHOWER first? I feel disgusting and I smell like a garbage can.” Patrol always left him feeling some sort of way, and it was never good. Showering was quickly becoming his favorite pastime.

“Fine. But don’t you dare flake out on me. I expect those texts in no less than an hour. Love you, loser.” She didn’t give him time to respond before hanging up.

Peter looked down at his phone, exhausted. He loved MJ, he did, but sometimes she was just... too much. Like, for example - demanding to vet every single nude and lewd he took before he could send them to anyone. Sure, it helped - he’d gotten much better responses in the weeks since she’d started dishing out criticism. So no, it wasn’t like this was anything new or unexpected of them.

It just wasn’t like Peter to fuck it up this royally.

•|||•

He’d already taken a couple of pictures the day the set was delivered, but knowing MJ, it’d probably be best to have a variety. She was demanding, but she knew what she was talking about.

Peter dried off, making sure to be thorough. Lace didn’t feel good against his skin as is, but wet lace... ugh. Wet lace was the worst.

He stepped into the suit gently, careful not to stretch or tear the delicate fabric. These things aren’t typically designed for those requiring.. extra room up front. He wasn’t too big by any means, but he was clumsy enough to wind up popping holes in the crotch if his movements were anything but deliberate. He pulled the straps up, smoothing the cupless front over his chest. The deep red contrasted perfectly with his pale skin - it made him feel beautiful. The stockings definitely helped, too - his calves had filled out nicely since he began his vigilante work, and the glittery gold material did nothing but accentuate his strong curves. The garter belt was next - closing the clasps around his thighs and making sure they were secure around the top of his socks. They were just long enough that they didn’t pull or stretch when he connected everything, leaving him flawless in the outfit. He checked himself out in the mirror, running his hands down his sides and ass. Perfect.

Peter spent a solid fifteen minutes snapping pictures, warm evening sunset granting him perfect lighting. He got some from several angles - straight on, laying back, over his shoulder. MJ’s advice had allowed him to know exactly how he looked sexiest, and he took advantage of it.

By the time he was finished the sun had just finished dipping below the horizon. Time to go through and pick some for MJ. He wound up selecting 8 of his best, throwing them in his “favorites” folder before swiping up and pressing “share”.

See now this - this is where he fucked up. If he’d just taken a minute to actually see which contact he clicked, he could have avoided this entire mess. But no - he just typed a quick ‘m’, clicked on the first contact that popped up, and clicked send. There was definitely a flaw in design here, too - if Steve Jobs hadn’t been stupid enough to force close the messages app after sending photos... this wouldn’t’ve happened, either. Peter could have simply turned on airplane mode, deleted the messages, and everything would have been okay.

But of course, he didn’t do any of this, and after selecting Mr. Stark’s contact, and after sending the eight individual photos of himself in Iron Man lingerie... Peter locked his phone, changed, and went to the kitchen to grab dinner.

•|||•

Tony had seen a lot of things in his time on Earth - he’d seen plenty of men and women in plenty of different outfits - sexual or otherwise. He’d enjoyed some of them, even! But he never even thought to consider that Iron Man lingerie existed. Red and gold looked good together on metal, sure, but lace? Silk? Chiffon? He’d never thought about it.

Of course, not until he received some... very interesting photos from everyone’s favorite spidertwink.

Now... Tony wasn’t one to snoop without asking first. He’d never had an issue or scandal with consent. He prided himself on not being One Of Those Rich Guys™. But when he opened his messages with Peter Parker, and came face to face with the (apparently very grown up now) kid in a very scandalous ensemble... he’d be lying if he said he didn’t stare.

To be fair, Peter looked fucking delicious. Tony sucked in a gasp the second he saw it, arousal burning through him almost immediately. What the fuck? He hadn't attached anything else - no text, no explanation. No indication as to who the photos were meant for. Obviously they weren't for Tony... right? Then again... Peter was in his colors...

So Tony decided to be a bit brave.

•|||•

The smell of leftover fried rice and soy sauce was enough to have Peter's mouth watering. Patrol had always left him hungry, so he rarely waited to get back to his room before digging in. Tony, bless him, had paid for a one bedroom while Peter was away at college. He always made sure Peter had a thoroughly stocked fridge and pantry, and it served him well on nights like this. He ate his fill and cleaned up before returning to his room. He needed to put the suit and his lingerie away, tidy up his bathroom, prepare for his organic chem midterm...

His thoughts were interrupted by several quick dings from his phone. MJ must have finally responded.

Peter's blood ran cold when he swiped to open the unread message.

Where the fuck are my pictures, loser? I thought I said an hour.

He nearly dropped his phone. Sure enough, there were no photos sent recently in their text thread. Peter's mind ran a mile a minute - who the fuck could he have sent them too?? May, of course, wouldn't say anything - she probably hadn't even seen them yet, her shift had just started. Maria would probably slap him the next time she saw him, and leave it at that... but, oh god.

Oh god. Mr. Stark.

Peter quickly swiped over to the rest of his conversations, fear immediately confirmed: he had, indeed, just sent his boss eight selfies in the most scandalous outfit he owned. Even worse...

Read: 8:02pm

Oh fuck.

(• • •)

Oh fuck.

Not that I’m complaining, but are you sure these are for me?

Oh fuck.

#starker #.mine #.text #peter parker/tony stark #peter parker x tony stark #nff #not family friendly #but just bc he got hims bitties out #sfsummerbingo21 #i hope that’s the right tag #i’ve posted this like five times #this better be the right format or i stg

[snowstark]

superior.

For @peterparkerbingo | Fill: Superior Iron Man For @starkerfestivals | Fill: Assassin

“Alright, kid, check in with me. Eyes on target?”

“Are you making a smoothie while I assassinate someone?”

“Sure am. C'mon, status report.”

“Okay, okay. Um... yep, I see him; he's here. Dropping down in five.”

“Good work.”

“...Mr. Stark? Why are we doing this?”

“You backing out already? Don’t you remember what I told you, kid?”

“With great power, comes great responsibility.”

“Sure. And all this time, I've been playing human. But not anymore. Because when someone like you works for someone like me... there's a whole lot of things we can do to this world. And together, Peter, we'll be superior.”

#starker #ironspider #sfsummerbingo21 #peterparkerbingo2021 #my moodboards #starker moodboard #literally don't know why but this took me 3 days #it was Rough y'all #also u can barely see it but yes i did change tony’s eye colour

[thegreenmetblue]

When Peter got hired at Stark & Potts, he expected lots of things : realizing his dream and becoming a lawyer. He, however, didn’t expect to have the stupidest crush on Tony Stark. His boss. But holy shit, the man is so fucking hot.

Peter would give anything for Stark to bend him over his very expensive desk. Or to fuck him against that window at the top of the building.

He considered himself lucky to not have creamed his pants the day Stark called him sweetheart when he spoke to him for the first time. Three months after Peter’s beginning in the lawyer firm.

But he considered himself even luckier the day Tony Stark actually bent him over his very expensive desk and fucked him against that window at the top of the building.

STARKER FESTIVAL SUMMER BINGO: 10th square

office au

last square for @starkerfestivals (10/25, not really goal but let’s say i did a good job sjkdkd, pats myself) 😌💖

#starker #starker moodboard #leah tries moodboard #starkerfestivals #starkerfestivalsevents #starker festival summer bingo #sfsummerbingo21

[the-mad-starker]

Starker Smut: Like an Omega

Event Prompts:

@starkerfestivals Bingo: Mating Cycle

@peterparkerbingo: Knotting

Deadlines deadlines, I'm trying 😭

Summary:

Honestly, everyone gives intern Peter this look cause they're low key jealous. They know he's an alpha and know that the boss is an omega.

And all those late nights they spend together, they think Peter's fucking the boss. That's just how omegas and alphas are, after all. Their boss may be the Tony Stark but he's still an omega. They think, it's only right that he acts like an omega, too.

The reality is so much better.

Notes: Omegaverse, baby knots, top!omega Tony, bottom!alpha Peter, switch Starker (so bottom and top omega tony), heat cycles, intersex omegas, vaginal sex, anal sex

WC: 4138

(AO3)

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People got the wrong idea.

Nothing was going on with him and Mr. Stark. Just because they stayed late together most nights… That didn't mean anything.

And yet, every morning, Peter could feel his coworkers’ eyes on him, appraising and low key jealous. See, the thing was… Peter was an alpha. That, by itself, didn't mean anything really but the other part to it was that their boss, that Mr. Stark, was one of the most sought out omegas in the country.

Who wouldn't want him?

He was rich and handsome. It was almost blasphemous that he wasn't mated yet. He was snarky and sometimes a bit of an ass, but the man had a heart of gold underneath it all. Peter didn't blame him for keeping all alphas at an arm's length.

All alphas except… Peter.

This thrilled Peter, of course, but it also made him feel so guilty. Because he had looked up to the omega since he was young but Peter had also lusted after him. The young alpha had always thought he'd be an omega just like his idol and Tony Stark had given him hope that omegas could do anything.

So it was a big surprise when he popped a knot. His bedroom walls were plastered with Tony's smirking face as he was captured in typical poses often reserved for alphas, ones that screamed confidence and strength. There were the rare few where he indulged in some requests to appear omegan. None where he bared his neck, he didn't think anyone could convince Tony to do those photos but Peter could still dream. The ones he had were enough anyway. Peter's favorite had been when Tony was looking over a bare shoulder, features outlined in stark contrast by the lighting.

Tony Stark was basically his obsession when he popped his knot and he spent many nights pulling himself off, imagining the omega riding him. The hero-worship had persevered through the years, though the intensity had lessened to a less embarrassing level.

It still didn't stop Peter from stammering and blushing when he was actually around the omega now. So he didn't understand why his boss didn't seem to care that Peter was an alpha.

Then the rumors started. No one ever said anything to Peter's face and no one was stupid to say it in front of their boss. But the whispers were there along with the sneaky glances that watched them when they were anywhere near each other, which was pretty much any time Peter was at work.

He was Tony's assistant, after all. He didn't let it get to him. There was nothing going on, even though he really wished there was.

There were late nights at the office where he and Tony would talk about the tech coming out. Tony didn't consider it work, not when he was passionate about everything that came out of Stark Industries now that it was completely in his hands instead of Obediah Stane.

Peter was just as impassioned as his boss and the more time they spent together, the less things like dynamics, like being omega or alpha, mattered. All that mattered was Tony looking at him, soft brown sparkling with brilliance and grease smudged on his collarbone.

Peter could take all those stupid rumors just so he could be right where he was, sitting across from his mentor and idol.

Sweats and a fitting t-shirt– It wasn't omega at all but it was so very Tony. His boss was hunched over one of the lab tables while a stylus twirled between two fingers.

"What about this configuration?" Tony asked, peering at the schematics one more time.

Peter leaned over his shoulder instead of standing by his side. Compared to the beginning, it had gotten easier to be around the older omega. At least now he can actually focus on the topics Tony threw at him.

"It's really similar to Model SP0618 but then you'll have to upgrade this piece here since–" Peter started to babble when suddenly, there was this scent that made his brain short circuit.

"Kid?" Tony's voice sounded far away but Peter felt warmth spread all along his front.

He was pressed up against the older omega's back and his nose was nestled right against Tony's neck.

"Oh, God," Peter squeaked. "I'm– I'm so sorry!"

That decadent scent was coming from his boss. But it hadn't been there before so why–

"Ah," Tony said as though it wasn't weird at all to have his intern plastered against his back. "Guess it's that time of the year."

That time. There was only one "time" that made sense and Peter's rational voice internally screeched. He needed to leave before he did something terrible. Already, his body was warming up to the fact that Tony was in his arms, so close and yet, not nearly close enough.

He was starting to react. He was starting to get– Hard.

"I should–" Go.

"Stay," Tony interrupted him, commanded him, really. He turned to look at Peter and the young alpha's mouth went dry. There was a look in his eye that belied the relaxed posture of his body.

"Stay?" Peter repeated dumbly. "While you're– you're going into heat?"

The older man tilted his head, considering, before he asked, "You seeing anyone? Omega? Alpha? Beta?"

"What? I'm not but you're my boss…" Peter trailed off. Tony's responding smile stole his ability to speak.

"I won't tell if you won't," Tony winked. Face to face, he carefully slipped his arms around Peter's shoulders and tugged him closer.

"Everyone's already thinking it," Tony murmured, voice low as though they were sharing a well-kept secret. "And I know you probably get some shit over it… So, why not actually do it, hmm? Reap the benefits of sleeping with the boss."

Then he cocked an eyebrow, lips pulling up into a smirk that made Peter's brain blue screen at the sight.

"Unless you don't want me?" Tony dared.

"That's–" Peter couldn't even finish the sentence. The very thought of Peter not wanting Tony was incredulous. His traitorous hands curved down the omega's sides and settled on his hips. Could he really… Could he really touch Tony like this…?

"I'd do anything to be with you, sir," Peter confessed shamelessly. He meant it, too, and judging by the surprised but pleased expression on Tony's face, the omega knew how sincere he was.

"Anything, huh?" Tony said thoughtfully. Then he smiled and it was a wicked sort of grin. "I knew there was something I liked about you."

The omega pressed closer and with him, his scent infiltrated Peter's lungs. His arms slid around Tony's waist and Peter groaned when his hard cock pressed against the older man's thigh.

"Oh," Tony hummed, "Already ready to go, aren't you? God, you're eager, alpha. I like that."

"Mr. Stark…" Peter groaned, pressing even closer. He couldn't believe this was happening… That Tony was going into heat. That he invited Peter to spend it with him.

He needed to kiss him. It was an imperative now, something Peter was helpless to obey. His eyes slid shut as he leaned closer.

But then a finger to his lips stopped him and Peter's eyes opened, confused and maybe a little heartbroken.

"There's maybe… one important thing we need to talk about before we bump uglies," Tony told him.

Oh.

"Oh– Oh, I'm, of course," Peter hastily agreed. He's never spent a heat or rut with anyone so this part is new. It made sense that they needed to talk before rushing things. Peter's face warmed at the fact that he was ready to just jump in.

Well, he did say he'd do anything.

Tony smiled again and that urge to kiss him came back stronger than before. But Peter waited patiently, determined not to be one of those knotheads that couldn't control themselves.

"Well, you see," Tony began, "I'm not like other omegas–" then he chuckled a bit, "well, okay, I am but I, ah… I need more than the usual sex marathon and knotting highs. I need something… more from you."

Hanging on every word, Peter nodded in acknowledgment. He didn't know what Tony had in mind but he heard rumors of the kind of things his boss liked.

Besides making sure that Tony was comfortable, he wanted the older omega to really enjoy himself. He wanted… He wanted Tony to think of him first whenever he wanted a heat partner. He wanted to know everything Tony liked.

"I'll do anything to make your heat bearable," Peter promised sincerely. "What do you need, sir?"

"Well…" Tony kept him waiting in suspense a moment longer before finally saying, "I'd really like to fuck your ass."

Whatever it was that Peter was expecting and his mind had considered a lot of different requests… He still wasn't expecting that.

He was the alpha and Tony, the omega. The way he thought sex would work between them… Well, apparently, he needed to expand his expectations.

Even then, with Tony going into heat, he still had questions.

"Don't you need to be knotted?" Peter said faintly.

"Oh, yeah, there'll be plenty of that," Tony agreed. "But…"

The older man's hands slid down his body which made Peter shiver. Then with a firm touch, Tony squeezed his ass. The alpha inhaled sharply. It didn't feel bad or anything and the idea of Tony finding him desirable by itself was enough to make his head spin.

It was still different but a good different.

"Like a peach…" the omega breathed. "Hope you don't mind… But you got such a nice ass, Pete. Keeps distracting me every time you leave my office. I just wanna get in there and fuck you like– like an omega."

"Oh…" Peter gasped, surprised when Tony's words caused his cock to grow even harder and throb where he was pressed against the omega.

He hadn't previously considered getting fucked, mostly because he was just so fixated on Tony…

"You don't seem too opposed to the idea," Tony observed. He continued to squeeze and play with his handful and Peter was like putty in his hands. The way Tony was touching help sent all sorts of weird feelings shooting through his body.

"I c-could try it," Peter relented, really warming up to the idea. His hips began to twitch forward, his cock seeking friction against the omega's body. "Just… keep touching me, please, sir…"

The omega hummed, pleased. He squeezed down hard enough that Peter's back arched.

"Such a good boy…" Tony murmured and with that, he pulled Peter down into a hungry kiss.

It was like a dream afterward, one that Peter didn't want to ever stop.

Tony led him to his bedroom and their clothes were stripped off. Peter watched eagerly as every inch of the omega's body was revealed.

Tanned skin and a lean but muscled body… Peter felt like he was going crazy just looking at him. There was so much he wanted to do… He wanted to touch every inch of Tony's body, leave his scent on his flesh and his seed in his body… He wanted to tear off the lacy underwear barely covering the omega's cocklet… Wanted to shove it to the side and lick the plump lips of Tony's pussy.

"I feel like I'm going crazy," Peter confessed when Tony settled on his lap.

His hard alpha cock nestled between Tony's cheeks and they both groaned as they started to rub against each other.

"First time sharing a heat?" Tony breathed, nuzzling against Peter's cheek.

"First everything, sir…" Peter's breath hitched as he did what he fantasized about since he was a newly presented alpha.

He slipped a hand between Tony's legs and encountered hard, unyielding flesh. Tony's cocklet… He was touching his mentor's cock.

Peter fondled Tony's cocklet, feeling over and learning the length and girth. It felt hot in his hands and wet with precum that was readily dripping from the slit. It fit perfectly in his hand, not too big, not too small… Just perfect.

His cock was slimmer than an average alpha's brute girth but still big enough that Peter groaned at the thought of having it inside him.

"Oh, fuck…" Tony groaned as he started to thrust into Peter's touch. "Didn't realize I was gonna pop both cherries. Hmm… Lucky me."

"I'm the one that's lucky." Peter didn't know how he was able to string two words together, let alone an entire sentence, but he couldn't let Tony's statement stand. He was the lucky one.

"Too sweet for your own good, kid," Tony teased, the words trailing off into a moan. "Mm– Lower, Pete. You can touch me there. Fuck– Touch my pussy, baby. Feel how, ah– wet you made me..."

Peter wasted no time in obeying. He loved playing with Tony's cock, but touching his pussy…

Tony wasn't lying. His fingers encountered wetness between the omega's legs. Rubbing between Tony's pussy lips, he felt the slick gather and coat his fingers. There was so much of it that it looked in his palm and dropped off his wrist.

"You're so wet, Mr. Stark…" Peter groaned as he continued to touch and explore.

"Drenched," Tony agreed breathlessly. "Oh, fuck, yeah…"

Peter wanted to be gentle. He didn't want to hurt the older omega but Tony was just so vocal, so responsive that the worry quickly gave way. He wanted Tony to feel good…

At first, he rubbed up and down carefully to measure Tony's reaction. Every time his fingers slipped over Tony's entrance, the omega would jerk and shiver. Then came the moment where Peter slipped a fingertip in.

The tight muscle clenched down hard and the alpha groaned, cock aching hard in envy. Tony was so wet that his finger easily slipped in.

"Another," Tony demanded, riding Peter's finger with seductive rolls of his hips. "Gonna need three, maybe four, for a cock like yours… This big… fucking cock..."

Tony started to return the favor, jerking him off expertly while Peter whined from the stimulation. He managed to slip another finger in, but his eyes drifted shut as he started to lose himself to Tony's touch and the tight heat strangling his fingers.

"Mr. Stark…" Peter moaned, cock drooling precum. "I don't know how long I can hold out…"

"Oh, yeah…" Tony murmured, "Virgin cock… Never been touched by anyone besides your own hand, hmm?"

he didn't know it was possible but a fresh wave of heat flooded his cheeks. He felt like being so inexperienced was a disadvantage but Tony didn't seem to mind. Either way, he gave a shaky nod. He wasn't going to put up pretenses.

"I wanna make it good for you," Peter said softly. "Wanna make you feel good–"

Tony cut off his words with another kiss.

"You will, alpha," Tony pants when they pull apart, "But first, maybe I should take my turn with you. Then you can fuck and knot me… Then while you're recovering, I can fuck your face. What do you think, alpha?"

Peter's inhibitions were out the door.

"How do you want me?" Peter breathed, a little too eager for his own good.

"God, you're perfect," Tony declared before he moved off Peter's lap so he could settle between his legs. "This way, first? Then maybe, second round or third… Wanna fuck you with your ass up."

Tony wanted to fuck him an omega and Peter was entirely on board with it.

"Okay, sir," Peter obeyed. He followed Tony's urging and allowed his legs to fall open and to him, there was nothing strange about Tony taking his place there.

The older man's eyes devoured him, taking in his flushed face, his peaked nipples, the way his stomach rose and fell as his breathing escalated.

Then Tony palmed his cock, eyes dark as he rubbed his thumb against the leaking slit.

"Can't wait to feel this inside me…" he murmured then slid his hand to the base where the soft bulge of Peter's knot rested. Even just a loose touch to the skin there felt like it was too much.

"D-Don't… You're gonna make me…" Peter bit down on his lip, using the pain to try to distract himself. How embarrassing would've it been if he popped a knot just from Tony touching him?

"Shh, shh," Tony tried to soothe him. "You won't knot yet, baby. I know you won't cause you want that first knot inside me, don't you? Wouldn't wanna waste such a perfect knot by nutting outside, right?"

Peter whined, barely able to contain himself from flipping their roles and burying his cock inside of Tony's body. He had to satisfy the omega first. Give his boss what he wanted. He hooked his arms behind his knees and held himself open to Tony's gaze.

"Mr. Stark…" Peter said desperately, "Please fuck me, sir."

"Oh, baby…" Tony murmured as he reached out and touched Peter's dry hole. "Begging already…? It's like you're the one in heat instead of me…"

The alpha shuddered, body instinctively squeezing against the featherlight touch.

"You have such a cute hole, Peter," Tony observed, eyes riveted on Peter's exposed hoke. "So cute… And tight looking. Pretty and pink."

The omega nudged a fingertip inside and Peter shuddered as it pushed against him. It burned, just a little. The sensation faded shortly after when Tony's finger slipped out

"Ah, that's right," Tony said, eyes flicking up to meet Peter's. "Alpha's don't slick up so gonna have to…"

To Peter, the position he was in felt awkward but he liked it this way. The view was unlike any other. He could see everything that Tony was doing.

Another shudder wracked through his body when Tony reached down, bypassing his stiff cocklet and rubbing between his legs. A moment later and he revealed wet glistening fingers, drenched with omega slick.

"Gotta get you nice and wet for me," Tony explained. "Perks of being 'mega."

Peter was better prepared the next time Tony touched him. Aided with Tony's omega slick, it went a lot smoother too.

"How you feeling, champ?" Tony asked as he worked two fingers inside him.

Peter's hands were curled into fists and his breathing was shallow with concentration.

"It's okay," the alpha tried to say without shaking.

The omega's fingers inside him felt strange and a tiny bit uncomfortable but there wasn't any pain. Just… Tony's fingers pumping in and out gently, stretching him open for his cock.

"Hold up," Tony murmured and shifted closer.

Peter groaned when he felt the older man's cock press against his ass, so warm…

"Nng…!" Shocked and overwhelmed, Peter shouted in pleasure when Tony's fingers touched something inside him.

"There we go…" the alpha barely paid attention to Tony's words. His focus was entirely on the omega's fingers inside him, gently pressing against the sweet spot he didn't know he had.

"O-Oh…" Peter writhed against the sheets, back arching and arms tight against the back of his knees. "Mister… Mister Starrk…!"

"That's it, baby," Tony purred, "that's it, sweetheart. Feels good, doesn't it? Feels good when I touch you right here…?"

Another strangled moan was Peter's answer.

It did feel good. It felt like shocks of pleasure shooting up and down his body. Every rub, every gentle touch against his sweet spot had the young alpha whining and jerking in response.

Wetness spilled out of his slit and traveled down the length of his twitching cock. Through the tiny slits of his eyelids, Peter was relieved to see that he hadn't cum just yet, but it looked like he did. So much precum was leaking out of his cock, dripping in thick rivets and pooling in his belly button.

"Please, Mr. Stark– Please," Peter begged, clenching down on the older man's fingers and conflicted between wanting it to last and wanting it to end.

Tony groaned as though he was in pain. With one last thrust, he then removed his fingers. Peter saw the sloppy way he coated his petite omega cock and the desperate way he aligned himself against Peter's body.

He felt it the moment Tony sunk inside him.

"Ahh, fuck, baby…" Tony groaned above him. He looked down at Peter with such an intense look of hunger that the alpha felt he would be devoured right then and there.

It was so hard to keep his grasp on what was happening so Peter… Peter let go. Threw his head back in abandon and reached up to grab the headboard, grip tight and desperate.

Tony's strong hands took over and kept his body nearly in place as he started to fuck him. With harsh jabs of his hips, Tony slipped his cock in and out of Peter's wet hole. His body was so pliant, so inviting… Yielding to the urgent desire that demanded Tony take and take from him…

"So fucking tight…" Tony groaned.

"M-Mr. Stark…!" Peter could only stutter, caught as he was in the heat of their bodies, the hard omega cock loosening his virgin hole.

"So good for me, Pete," Tony praised even as he panted.

The fucking was rushed and desperate, aided on by the heat in the omega's body. Peter couldn't stop the plethora of sounds falling from his lips, whines, moans, grunts, even soft pleading for Tony to fuck him, to take everything he needed from him.

And the omega didn't hold back. He fucked Peter harder and harder until the alpha was breathing ragging and had to use his grip to stop himself from being pushed further up the bed.

It felt like it would last forever… Tony's well known stamina promised that it could if he wanted it to. But he must've taken pity on his inexperienced lover because while Peter was hanging on, trying his best to obey and keep from knotting, Tony shoved in one last time.

With a harsh grunt, Tony came inside him.

"O-Oh…" Peter moaned at the rush of liquid heat inside him. His eyes grew wide with wonder as he watched the euphoria slacken Tony's taut features into one of pleasure.

And when the omega's hips started to jerk, he gave a shocked gasp.

"Ah…" Peter whined, writhing at the unknown sensation.

"My– My knot–" Tony groaned, hips churning and pumping load after load. "S'not normal but f-fuck, feels good when it happens."

Peter's brain felt like mush as he laid there, being knotted by his older omega boss.

When Tony was finally done, he pulled out with a wet sound. Peter's legs fell to the bed and the rush of cum spilled out of his freshly fucked hole.

He looked up at the omega with what was probably a dumbfounded expression but Tony just gave him that wicked smile. He kissed all thoughts out of Peter's head and then climbed into his lap.

His cocklet was wet but soft. There was a soft little bump at the base, similar to that of an alpha's knot but much smaller. It looked small but Peter had definitely felt its presence inside him… He shuddered just thinking about it.

There wasn't much time for thought though, not when Tony took hold of his aching cock and positioned it right at his wet pussy.

Peter groaned, clutching the sheets in white-knuckled fists when his boss swirled his leaking cockhead right against his entrance.

"Round two, alpha," Tony purred before he started to sink down. "Don't worry, kid… I'll take care of this. Just lay there and be a good stud for me, hmm? Already… doing so well…"

An omega's heat was no joke and especially when it was Tony's… His boss wrung every single drop of cum from him, taking knot after knot until it was sore and aching from use.

And when he wasn't buried in the sweet tight grip of Tony's hole, his boss was giving it back to him. Omega slick on his tongue mixed with the bitter taste of alpha seed… A hard cock pumping relentlessly into his ass followed by the inevitable flood of warmth when Tony came…

At the end of it all, it wouldn't be incorrect to say that Mr. Stark's heat took more out of him than it did the omega.

And it didn't matter that everyone knew by the end that Peter was Tony's chosen heat partner. And it didn't even matter that they assumed he had spent the week fucking their boss into the mattress when it was clearly Tony in control.

"You should check in your rut schedule with JARVIS," Tony murmured to him on the last day. He was knotted tightly in the omega's ass, one… two… three loads and counting.

"Yes, sir…" Peter breathed, still floating in the high of his orgasm.

It was worth it. So worth it.

#starker #madstarker writes #omega tony #nff #switch starker #omegaverse #sfsummerbingo21

[muse-of-gods]

Starker: Fake Marriage 💍

Tony has a problem. His father left a clause in his testament that Tony can only be the full owner of Stark Industries if he marries someone and lives with them as a couple for at least 1 year.

So after several failures, he decides to hire someone to marry him and pretend to be his spouse for 1 year (for a very generous compensation). And that's how he finds Peter, a broke college student and recent intern at SI, and they get married.

But of course feelings are not so easy to control and Peter is simply the loveliest person Tony has ever met. But their relationship only exists so that Tony can take over SI and Peter can pay off his student dept. Peter could never really fall for him, right?

@starkerfestivals Summer bingo: Fake Marriage

I managed to complete my bingo in the last minutes! 😍 Thank you so much for putting this together and organising the event! It was a lot of fun! 😊💙

#starker #ironspider #tony stark x peter parker #starker moodboard #sfsummerbingo21 #fake marriage #this idea only started so that i could finish the bingo #but now i have so many ideas and i started writing it #so stay tuned because this could be my first full fic that i write 😁 #myedits

[starkerscoop]

Obsessive

@starkerfestivals

Prompt: Babysitter AU

Featuring stalker!Quentin Beck and past Spiderio

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Peter hadn’t always lived with the Starks.

He’d started out as a college student with little money but plenty of time outside of classes. That was what led him to search for babysitting gigs he could take up in his free time. In a city as busy as the one he lived in, there were bound to be countless parents in desperate need of someone trustworthy to hand off their kids to. With a spotless criminal record, impressive grades, and a CPR certification, Peter easily got hired.

He’d worked with many families over the years, but his favorites were undeniably the Starks.

The family consisted of the famous Tony Stark, who Peter admired more than ever after meeting, ten year old Harley Stark, and five year old Morgan Stark. Peter never asked about the second parent’s absence. Tony’s divorce from Pepper Potts was very public news several years ago.

Tony paid him well — to the point where Peter worked solely for him, and needed no other source of income. After a year and a half of coming in every day of the week to care for the Stark children, Tony invited him to work as a live-in nanny rather than a babysitter.

Peter didn’t hesitate to say yes. He packed his belongings, moved out of his cramped apartment, and into his new room at Tony’s penthouse. Harley and Morgan didn’t mind the development. They already saw him every day. They just saw him at night now, too. There was hardly a difference in their routine.

Living with a man he had a tremendous crush on, and his sweet, but rambunctious children was not the direction Peter had thought his life would head in when he was younger.

Furthermore, he had never thought that the day would come where he’d get with said man.

Though he couldn’t really call what they’d done ‘getting together’. They weren’t established or exclusive, Peter reminded himself. They held hands once in a while, pressed soft kisses against each other’s cheeks when the kids weren’t around, but there were no declarations of love or indisputably romantic gestures. Peter didn’t know what was going on. Maybe Tony just wasn’t afraid to be affectionate now that Peter lived with him, and it was all platonic on his end.

Either way, Peter wasn’t going to let this turn of events get to his head. Tony was still his employer, and Peter was there to watch his children. He couldn’t afford to get caught up in his fantasies and wishful thinking.

“Peter!” two young voices called for him in unison.

Peter set down the plate he was rinsing and followed the sound to the living room, where Harley and Morgan were sifting through a stack of letters.

“This one has your name on it,” Harley held up a porcelain white envelope, and Morgan snatched it from his hand, passing it to Peter before Harley could.

Peter studied the envelope with curious eyes before peeling it open, ignoring Harley and Morgan as they started their usual bickering. They didn’t typically get violent. They would be alright while he opened his mail.

The envelope contained a single sheet of paper, and it read:

Peter,

Didn’t take you long to move on, did it? I don’t know why I expected anything else. You’ve always been too promiscuous for your own good. But that doesn’t matter anymore. I’ve found you. I’m coming for you.

Be ready,

Your one true love

Peter sucked in a harsh breath, hardly registering it when it rattled his lungs. He sank slowly onto the couch, chest rising and falling in rapid movements, and felt his fingers curl into the paper, compressing it as he tried to regain control over his breathing.

He’d assumed that that fateful Christmas two years ago would be the last he saw of Quentin Beck. He’d assumed wrong, and the evidence was crumpled in his hand.

He was reminded of the children he was meant to be paying attention to when Harley cleared his throat, apprehension in his eyes as he asked, “Are you okay?”

Peter stared at him and Morgan, at their fear-stricken faces and tense shoulders, and suddenly it came to him, what he was meant to be doing next. If Quentin knew where he lived, he also knew where they lived, and he’d be putting them in danger by continuing to live with them.

“I need to call Tony,” Peter announced, reaching for the phone in his pocket with trembling fingers. “I’m okay. Thanks.”

With that, he stood from the couch and hurried away from them, ducking into the room he’d only gotten to keep for four months. He dialled Tony’s number and clutched the phone to his ear, regret and sadness caving his chest in as he waited for Tony to answer his call.

He didn’t want to leave. He was upset at having to move states again, but that was for the best. It would have to be done if he wanted to escape Quentin’s clutches. The move would be hard, but he’d done it before, and he could do it again. What tormented him most was having to leave Tony, Harley, and Morgan. He’d grown extraordinarily close to the three of them, and never seeing them again would be soul-crushing.

Finally, Tony accepted the call, and his voice, warm and fond, soothed Peter’s frayed nerves as he said, “Hey, Pete. How’s it going? Are the kids behaving?”

Without a preamble, Peter declared, “I quit.”

“What?” Tony asked after a solid thirty seconds of shocked silence. “Are they really being that bad? You don’t have to quit, Peter, I’ll talk to them.”

His words were frantic, and Peter hated that he couldn’t calm them.

“It’s not them, Tony, they’re great,” Peter sighed. “I can’t explain over the phone. I’m sorry. I’ll stay with them until you come home from work, but after that I have to leave.”

There was a brief pause, and then, a somber decision. “I’m coming home early.”

Peter didn’t waste any time after hanging up the phone. He hauled his suitcase out of the storage closet and proceeded to stuff his clothes inside, not bothering to fold them in his haste. Cleanliness didn’t matter at the moment. Timeliness did. He was aware of Harley and Morgan taking turns peeking into his room to see what he was doing, but he didn’t falter in his packing, too cowardly to observe the devastation his hurried departure was painting onto their small faces.

It felt like hours and seconds had passed by all at once by the time Tony came home. Peter’s room was barren now, a simple guest room void of human life and personality. He didn’t venture into the living room, where he could hear the children stumbling over their words as they cried out to their father the news of Peter’s packing.

A solid knock sounded on the door before it was pushed open. Peter stayed by the window, shoulders stiffening further and further with each step Tony took into the room. A hand, rough and calloused, landed on Peter’s shoulder.

“What’s going on, Peter?” Tony’s voice came out hurt and worried and angry, a cocktail of emotions too complicated for Peter to discern accurately.

That got Peter to meet his eyes, and he was startled to see that Tony’s were red-rimmed and swollen, as if he’d been crying on the drive home. A sharp pang of guilt struck Peter’s chest, and he swallowed thickly, choking back tears of his own as his frightened mind reminded him of what had gotten him into this situation in the first place.

“It’s not safe for me to keep working for you or staying here. I’d be putting you and your kids at risk.”

Tony’s wrinkles deepened in worry. “What are you not telling me?”

“It’s a lot to get into,” Peter’s teeth sank into his bottom lip.

Tony crossed his arms. “I have time.”

“But I don’t,” Peter said mournfully. “I have to run before he gets here. If he sees that I’ve left, he won’t bother you. He’ll just keep looking for me.”

“Who is ‘he’, Peter?” Tony pressed. “Let me help you. Please.”

Peter didn’t want to drag Tony into his mess. But hadn’t he already done that, albeit inadvertently? By staying with the Starks, he’d shown Quentin that this was a family he cared about. They were on his radar, whether he liked it or not.

“His name is Quentin Beck. He’s my ex, and he’s been trying to find me since we broke up.”

#starker #ironspider #starkerscoopwrites #starkerfestivalsevents #SFSummerBingo21 #obsessive fic

[peterrparrkerr]

Mind control - read on ao3

I got the idea off of this gif!

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Spiderman let out a rage filled shout as Tony dodged yet another attack. He kept just out of his reach, wearing him out.

Spiderman -the poor thing- didn't even realize what was happening. He put everything into each swing of his gloved fist, each kick, each propelled attack with his webbing.

Tony dodged and blocked them all, his suit doing most of the work. Tony could go for hours if he needed to. Anything to tire out the hero.

Spiderman staggered on his feet, chest heaving, but he charged at Tony again.

Tony waited until the last second before grabbing his extended arm at the wrist. He pulls Spiderman forward, knocking him off balance before twisting his arm behind him and holding him close to Tony's chest.

"Are you done?" He asked.

Spiderman snarled through the mask, putting everything he could into breaking Tony's hold. Tony released the boy, and he staggered away before spinning around.

"Are you?" Spiderman countered, sounding just as out of breath and exhausted as he looked. It made Tony smirk.

"I'm just getting warmed up, sweetheart," he said, holding his arms out at his side, an inviting gesture.

Tony almost chuckled as Spiderman -predictably- charged him again.

The more they fight, the more desperate and frustrated Spiderman becomes. Each carefully measured breath of his punches turn into sobs of exhaustion.

He's going to run himself into the ground, Tony realizes with a smirk, catching the fist aimed at his head.

Spiderman doesn't have much fight left in him, and he drops to his knees with a flick of Tony's wrist.

Tony drops to his knees too, pulling Spiderman in close, even as the young hero thrashes against him, fighting him weakly.

"That's enough," Tony hummed, pinning Spiderman's arms between their chests. The hero is so exhausted, he's sagging against Tony, even as he tries to fight him off.

"There you go," Tony praised as the last of the fight in Spiderman wears out, weak and trembling. "Good boy."

Spiderman tries to push weakly at Tony's chest, but he's got no more strength left.

"You must be so tired," Tony murmured, releasing Spiderman with one arm to reach behind him for the glasses. "You fought so well, sweetheart. Its over now."

Spiderman weakly fights against Tony, forehead pressed to Tony's shoulder.

"Let me go," Spiderman orders, voice rough.

Tony reaches for the back of Spiderman's mask and yanks it off in one quick move.

The boy underneath looks younger than Tony thought. Curly brown hair flattened by sweat and the mask.

His eyes are dark chocolate and dark blood juxtaposed his pale skin from his nose.

"I can't do that, sweetheart," Tony smirked, keeping a good hold of him before forcing the glasses on.

Spiderman flinches away, but Tony's got a good grip on the fatigued hero.

"E.D.I.T.H.," Tony speaks. Spiderman grunts with an effort to free his hands.

The glasses turn on, blue light filtering through the lenses. Spiderman's breath hitches, his body stilling as his eyes focused on the glasses.

Tony watches with a self satisfied smirk as the glowing blue light reflects off of Spiderman's eyes.

"There you go," Tony smoothed, grip softening into gentle caresses up Spiderman's arms. "Just relax, such a good boy."

When the glasses flicker off, Tony watches as Spiderman's eyes focus in with a rapid blinking.

Tony pulls the glasses off, folding them and allowing them to disappear into his endo-sym armor.

"Whats your name, sweetheart?" Tony asked, voice soft as he continues to gently touch Spiderman anywhere and everywhere he could.

"Peter," the hero murmured, eyes drooping. Tony wraps an arm around him before standing.

Peter leans into him, body still trembling. "Who do you belong to, Peter?"

The hero looks up at him, a slight glaze to his eyes, hinting at the control Tony had over his mind.

"Yours," Peter said, voice so sure. It made Tony's smirk widen.

The grip Tony has on Peter's mind wears off, but its a temporary thing. He gets to have Spiderman any way he pleases, and Peter does nothing to fight it.

Tony's working on something more permanent, but for now, he's more than willing to sacrifice some extra time every couple of months to keep Peter pliant to his will.

"You made me fall in love with you," Peter murmured one night, dark brown eyes peering up at Tony. There's a hint of defiance in him, though he's still pretty far under.

"I did," Tony responded in kind, guiding Peter into the chair at the kitchen table.

Peter willingly goes, settles where Tony puts him, and doesn't fight it when Tony puts E.D.I.T.H. on him.

#marvel #tony stark #peter parker #starker #ironman #spiderman #ao3 #my writing #sfsummerbingo21 #sim!tony

[carelessannie]

I’d love to read starker + tiny!innocent!peter with their first time 🥺🥺🥺 a/b/o would be great too

Okay okay okay something about this really screamed crossover to me so... here’s a Starker + Tangled crossover (you can guess who is who) with omegaverse and really dirty smut

Damn, I hope you like it anon! Really just took the smut and amplified it 👀👀

Warnings: omegaverse, sex pollen, fuck or die trope and dub-con, forced heat/rut, virgin peter, and I’m just gonna add coming untouched so I can put it on my bingo card because hot damn

Here’s my bingo card, the square coming untouched for @starkerfestivals

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Tony traces a finger up Peter’s leg, smirking when he jerks away with a huff. He loves working the pretty pink Omega into a fit— he’s so easily flustered, god— and watching his face heat up and scent turn sweet in embarrassment.

“C’mon, crazy— show me how you do the healing thing again."

Peter glares at him, crossing his arms, “Why? Why do you need to know, bandit?"

“Ooo, bandit, I like that,” Tony sprawls out on the ground, peering up at Peter through the tall blades of grass. Peter’s moving his hands, quick little motions that Tony is absolutely entranced by, and he realizes the pretty Omega is weaving a flower crown. Damn, that’s adorable. When Peter doesn’t answer him, Tony turns onto his stomach and crawls closer, “Aww— don’t be like that, pipsqueak. You don’t have to show me anything."

Peter’s face scrunches up, his fingers stilling in their movement.

“Fine."

Tony sits up taller, “Fine?"

“I’ll show you how I do it. Come here,” Peter waves him over and points to the spot right in front of where he’s sitting. They both cross their legs and shuffle until their knees are pressed together, Tony marveling again at how small and sweet the Omega in front of him is.

“Give me your hands,” he commands, and Tony obeys, curious already. It’s truly unexpected when Peter grabs his wrists, guiding Tony’s fingers to tangle in his curls. “Hold on, okay?” Peter confirms, waiting until Tony nods.

Peter releases his hands and pushes his chest slightly, backing him flush against the boulder he’s resting on. Tony’s breathing picks up, speechless as Peter straddles his lap, sliding down until their chests are flush together. Through it all, Tony cradles Peter’s head reverently, jaw dropped in awe.

With one last shuffle, Peter leans forward and rests their foreheads together. He breathes deep, placing his delicate hands on Tony’s cheeks, and starts singing— low and sweet under his breath. When his eyes open again, there’s a golden rim around his iris, and his scent is heady, strong and deep with desire.

“Omega,” Tony gasps, tugging on Peter’s curls until his head tips back, exposing the long, pale column of his unblemished throat.

“Please,” Peter begs, lips falling open in a cry of pleasure, shaking the foundation of the forest around them, “touch me, Alpha— please."

Tony flips them and pins Peter to the ground, easily slotting between his legs and fitting his teeth around Peter’s neck, growling low and possessive. Peter’s scent is thick around them, and all Tony feels is insatiable heat, low in his gut.

What the hell?

With a snap, he pulls off Peter’s neck and looks down at the tiny Omega, using a thumb on his chin to force eye contact. Peter’s eyes are hazy, still ringed gold, and his lips spread in a saccharine smile.

“What’s wrong, Alpha?” he purrs, wiggling in Tony’s hold.

“What did you do?"

Peter’s face twists in confusion, “What do you mean?"

“I mean,” Tony gestures down, to where their obvious erections press together insistently, “I know we were having some magical moments— and I know you think I’m a scoundrel— but I’m usually not this horny at the drop of a hat. What was in that healing spell, Pete?"

“I’m not... I’m not sure,” he stutters, looking up at Tony fearfully, “It usually heals and does the... the... aging thing. It’s never... I’ve never..."

Tony understands, oh god does he understand. With the most restraint he’s ever show, Tony picks himself off the needy Omega, making sure their skin and bodies aren’t touching. Peter whines, but Tony ignores it, has to ignore it.

“I’m sorry, Petey, I really am— but there’s not way I’m stealing your virtue like this. As much as I’d love to, you deserve better than a romp in the mud, especially with an Alpha like me."

Peter sits up and reaches towards him, “No! What? I need you, please Alpha—"

“I can’t do that, Peter, please,” he begs backing away further. “I’m going to take care of... this,” he motions awkwardly to the obvious tent in his pants, “over there. And I suggest you do the same. We can talk in the morning."

The last thing Tony sees as he hurries away is the broken expression on the sweet Omega’s face, and his delicate hands tearing at layers of clothes.

Tony sighs, thankful to be out of temptation’s way, as he pulls out his cock hastily.

It’s gonna be a long night.

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Tony can’t come. It’s been an hour and his cock is purple, drooling and throbbing, with no knot and no release in sight. Every stroke is painful— not to mention the agony of hearing Peter cry just across the clearing.

He’s strong, but he’s not that strong.

The scent of Omega heat reaches him where he kneels in the dirt, and he’s up and moving without a second thought. When Peter sees him— strutting across the forest and over to the cave where Peter has tried to den himself— the Omega sobs, holding out his arms in a silent invitation.

Tony kneels next to him, scenting for hurt and distress on his Omega. He knows it’s his fault Peter is so needy, so drippy and sad, and helps him by petting his hair, shushing him softly. Their skin presses together, and Tony can feel the heat fever already.

“M’sorry ‘mega,” he growls, feeling his rutting fangs extend in preparation. Peter’s eyes are closed and he claws at Tony’s back, singing a chorus of, “Alpha, Alpha, Alpha,” that is making Tony salivate.

He turns Peter around, moving the remains of his shirt and pants to give the Omega some cushioning to rest on as he arches his ass into the air, and leans down to taste. Slick is pouring out of his Omega, ripe and untouched in his arms. He latches his mouth to Peter’s sweet lips and sucks, using both hands to hold his hips in place as he coaxes more and more of Peter onto to his tongue, into his mouth.

Peter is panting and pleading with him for “more, Alpha,” but Tony knows the sweet, virginal Omega has no idea what he’s asking for. He watches Peter’s face for discomfort as he pushes in a finger, groaning as it easily slides up to the second knuckle. Peter drops his chest to the earth and cries out, pushing back into Tony’s hand.

“More, more, more Alpha!” he shouts, tiny cock twitching adorably as his pussy desperately clutches around Tony’s finger, almost as if it’s trying to draw him in further.

With a growl, Tony shoves another finger inside, working Peter’s body with one hand and using his other to stroke himself, coating his cock in wet, Omega slick. He knows the tingling in the back of his head, the rush of aggression and hormones means he’s hitting a rut as well, but none of it matters— not with the world’s prettiest Omega writhing under him and calling him Alpha.

His fingers pull out and bring an obscene amount of slick with them, that Tony immediately uses on his cock, pumping it desperately as he sidles up behind Peter. He crouches behind the Omega, putting his hands on Peter’s waist as the tip of his cock slides in between glistening lips, bumping up against his entrance.

Peter jerks, panting, as he looks up at Tony, “Wh... what is that, Alpha?"

“My cock, ‘mega. M’gonna fill you up, make the hurt go away,” Tony can barely get the words out before he’s sinking in, breathing hard as the Omega’s velvety slick passage is stretched wide around his cock. And he’s tight— oh, fuck, he’s tight. Tony’s never fucked a virgin, never even had an Omega in heat, and he can’t stop the way his hips immediately start to thrust, pistoning in and out of Peter’s trembling body.

“Perfect, fuck Peter— so perfect for me."

Peter whines and clenches down, “So full, Alpha! Please, need more."

That’s all the permission Tony needs to pick up his pace, slamming their hips together brutally as he fucks the Omega into the forest floor. His tony body fits perfectly into Tony’s hands, and Peter keens so beautifully when the Alpha changes angles, driving down mercilessly into his sweet spot.

Peter screams, “That! Right there!” and Tony snarls, giving the needy Omega exactly what he’s asking for. He reaches around, groping at Peter’s slight waist and chest, until he can take two handfuls of soft breast— barely a handful, but still soft and alluring— and pinch down on those pretty nipples, hard.

His Omega shakes apart, wailing, “Alpha, Alpha, oh, oh— I’m gonna, oh!” before painting the ground with his release, milking Tony’s cock as he fucks him through his orgasm relentlessly. The pressure is fucking heaven, and Tony’s thrusts shorten, turning into a shallow grind, as he feels his knot expanding.

Peter’s breathing picks up, little mewling sounds escaping as Tony fucks him with his knot, working past the Omega’s oversensitive entrance with a few filthy circles of his hips.

“S’it bigger? Why’sit bigger?” Peter whines, wiggling in discomfort.

Tony shushes him, falling to his knees as the knot finally slips in with a pop, releasing load after load of Alpha cum deep into his belly. “F-fuck, Pete. Just... oh, baby just breathe, okay?” he tries soothing Peter as the smaller boy starts to whimper— loose and boneless on the ground.

It’s difficult, but Tony manages to get them situated on their sides, pulling over a bedroll to keep his perfect Omega off the dirt and earth. He wraps Peter up in his arms. He buries his nose in Peter’s curl, damp with sweat, and breathes deep.

“T-tony?” Peter turns back to look at him, precious tears clinging to his eyelashes, “What happened... to your... your...” he squeezes down on Tony’s knot purposefully, and then blushes, hiding is face in embarrassment.

This Omega is too much, Tony thinks as he groans— another wave of pleasure rolling through him, pumping more and more cum into the sweet, pure boy in his arms. “God, Pete— you’re gonna kill me. It’s... it’s my knot, sweetheart. Keeps us locked for a bit,” at Peter’s sad whine, Tony hums and pets his side soothingly, “but— with your heat, I bet I can make you come on it again."

“C-come on it?” Peter whispers, sounding overwhelmed and terrified, and Tony recoils a bit when his sugary-sweet scent turns bitter, distressed.

Oh god, “No, no baby, just rest, okay? I’ll take care of you. I promised, remember?"

Peter’s body relaxes and curls back into Tony’s arms, sighing gently, “I do. Thank you, Alpha. And then... and then we can go see the lights?"

Tony chuckles, already reaching a hand around to work Peter’s sweet little Omega cock back to hardness.

Oh, they’ll be seeing the lights alright.

#starker #ironspider #tangled crossover #omegaverse #sex pollen #fuck or die trope #dub/con #sorry if this ruined tangled for you #sfsummerbingo21 #starkerfestivalsevents #omega!peter #alpha!tony #it’s long and i have no regrets #poor peter is so confused by the sexy times #god i love this trope