#starker: one shot

[definitelynottony]

(High school AU: Tony is a senior, Peter is a freshman in Tony's advanced mathematics class.)

Teacher:"In this equation, what comes after 69?"

Tony:(looking directly at Peter) "Mouthwash"

Peter:😳

Teacher:"Stark! Get out of my class!"

#inspired by some old post I rb #I think I'm going to do a highschool au or a teach/student au #probably a one shot #we'll see #starker #tnpt #incorrect starker quotes #starker high school au

[unapologeticallytheworst]

Hi, posting for a bit of peer review of the idea.

Celebrity CEO/Scientist!Tony Stark/Flight Attendant!Peter Parker

Notes: 3k words. Peter is 18 and in the summer between high school and college. Tony is indeterminately in his 40s and some non-superhero-y but still action-movie-y version of IM1 played out about 5ish years ago. Weirdly not Pepper Potts or Liz Toomes friendly. I swear I don't dislike either of those characters, but I wanted everyone in a weird headspace.

Fair warning, this just kinda stops and is in a rough draft state. But I gotta know if anyone would want to read more of this before I devote more time to it. Like I'll probably still finish it but I'll probably finish my main wip first, ya know?

Peter finds himself fidgeting with his tie, but he can't help it. He is just so nervous. Mr. Toomes has already made it clear that if he messes this up he's out. And he gets it, this The Tony Stark's private plane. He isn't even supposed to be on this flight, but he was the one on standby. Today is the company team building/party and as the newest he gets to sit it out. He hadn't minded at the time, it sounded like a class and that was the last thing that he wanted to do with his summer off. Then the caterers arrived and decked out the meeting room. He got what kind of team building exercise it was then. Ned had fixed him a plate and assured him he would get to enjoy it next time. To enjoy getting paid to sit at the desk doing nothing but eat good food and wait for a phone that wouldn't ring.

But the phone did ring, and not just any phone at that. The line everyone calls the red phone, the one reserved for the clients that pay consistent 24/7 availability. He actually let it ring for second longer than he should have because he was in so much shock. He has never even seen it ring and now it was his responsibly to not only answer it but work whatever flight is being requested. Because everyone else was definitely already too far gone on the large amounts of champagne being passed around.

When he did pick up, it was one Happy Hogan saying that Tony Stark wanted his jet wheels up as fast as possible. Which wouldn't have been a problem except he wasn't cleared to work for Mr. Stark who has his own special designation. Only a select few are allowed to work his flights, because he's so valuable to the agency. Mr. Toomes even personally greets him whenever possible. He had immediately alerted everyone who needed to be told, including Toomes,who took fifteen minutes to figure out what he already knew. It was going to have to be him that worked this one.

Lost in the nervousness of an hour ago, Peter almost manages to forget about the current anxiety. But the nearly blinding gleam of the slick black town car as it rolls directly onto the tarmac swiftly reminds him. Toomes shifts next to him and Peter wishes he would have just stayed at the party. His boss isn't drunk precisely… just probably more than he should be to greet their most important client for what sounded like an emergency. What kind of emergency requires an immediate long haul flight to Hawaii he's not sure, but if there's one thing that this job has taught him, don't try to understand the whims of the rich and famous. It will drive him insane.

It doesn't even seem like the car has fully stopped, before Mr. Stark is out and striding toward the waiting plane. Their eyes meet for the briefest moment, as he passes at the bottom of the stairs, and Peter feels thirteen again. Watching the press conference, where even battered, bruised, and clearly exhausted, Tony Stark was suddenly the sexiest person he had ever seen.

He only doesn't manage to make a fool of himself by virtue of the fact that he freezes. Not that it matters much since Toomes seems plenty willing to be embarrassing enough for both of them, trailing after Mr. Stark in spite of the obvious brush offs. Peter recognizes Mr. Hogan purely because he's seen him in the background of enough paparazzi photos. He rushes to help him with the bags, thankfully only two small duffels. Happy hands them off with nothing more than a nod, dashing up the steps still seemingly as frantic as he had seemed on the phone.

Walking up the steps is equal parts terrifying and exciting. He's about to be stuck with his celebrity crush for eleven hours and if he messes it up he'll lose his job. No big deal. Not a problem at all.

Toomes is still hovering, babbling completely missing the unspoken cues that Mr. Stark isn't in the mood. He's already seated and buckled even, clearly signaling his desire to get a move on. Peter cuts through their line of sight to stow the bags, hoping it will shake Toomes. The last thing he needs is Mr. Stark in a bad mood, because his boss won't back off. That he had gleaned in his conversation with one of Mr. Stark's regular flight attendants. Sometimes Tony is lonely and looking for someone to vent to, but just as much he wants to be left alone. It's up to him to figure out which is which. Engage if he engages him. Well she had used different words, because she was quite drunk, but he got the gist. He's glad it's not a party, she made those sound worse. He can leave Mr. Stark alone and if he needs someone to listen to his problems that's okay. Maybe he can forget his own for a while.

His move does disrupt the conversation but not in the way Peter is expecting. Mr. Stark interrupts whatever Mr. Toomes is babbling about, to say, “He's new.” Peter busies himself with making sure the bags are secure, pretending not to be interested in the conversation.

His boss is quiet for a moment, before launching into, “Yeah I guess it was bound to happen. One day you were going to call on a day when the rookie was the one on standby. He's a little wet behind the ears, but he's good. It was actually Cathy, one of your regulars, that plucked him out of janitorial.” Mr. Stark's statement didn't really require that response, but at least they are talking about something he brought up. Toomes speaks again when he doesn't get a response, “She said he is too cute, smart, and polite to be wasting time cleaning.”

Peter is flooded with regret that he let this conversation happen and feels his face heat at the description. He stands and spins in time to catch Mr. Stark giving him a once over as he says, “Well, I think I can trust Catherine's judgment.” Peter knows he's probably blushing even worse. It wasn't even that kind of look, more just taking his measure. But enough to remind him that he would very much like for it to be that kind of look.

Peter blurts, “Are you ready to go, Mr. Stark? Or has anything changed since I spoke to Mr. Hogan?” It's a bit rude to cut into their conversation, but he's getting desperate to get Toomes off the plane. Happy is no help pacing towards the back of the plane with a phone to his ear.

There's a hint of a smirk on Mr. Stark's lips as he responds, “Nope. We're good to go…” his eyes flick down the little gold name tag dangling off his vest, “Peter.” As Mr. Stark looks at him, Peter gets the distinct impression that he is fighting the urge to laugh. And he gets it, Mr. Stark understands his predicament and finds it deeply amusing. Which is something… at least he's not mad.

“Well, we better get going so we can get in line with ATC,” Peter drags the sentence out hoping it will work, but instead Mr. Stark just makes an interested noise and he has to explain, “The only private runway big enough for your jet is closed out of an abundance of caution due to an issue with the TAWS system, sir.” Then trying to rescue the purpose of the conversation, “So we really should get moving, because the commercial lanes are always busy.”

They stand there in a brief awkward silence, as Peter begs with every fibre of his being for his boss to leave and his body stop noticing the way that Mr. Stark looks sprawled in the plush leather armchair. He's still clearly deeply amused at Peter's problem, which helps with his libido some, cooled by embarrassment.

Mr. Stark goes to speak, to help or hurt Peter is not sure, but Happy abruptly rejoins the conversation, “The house will be ready, Tony. The staff will come out with Rhodey, because you know he'll complain, but I figured you would like the peace.”

Moment forgotten, Mr. Stark turns to talk to Mr. Hogan and Peter does his best to pretend that he isn't listening as he does a final check of the galley. Toomes still stands in the middle of the walkway seemingly lost by the conversation.

“So he can make it?” “Of course he's coming. It will take a couple of days, but he's coming. Think he's going to try and get Banner and Strange to come out too.” ”So we can all braid each other's hair and eat ice cream? - Sorry, I didn't mean that. Thank you for putting this together, Hap.”

There's silence then Mr. Hogan seems to understand what the holdup is, because he starts ushering Mr. Toomes towards the door, spouting random nonsense about how they need to get moving. Peter rushes after them pulling the door closed as soon as Toomes is clear. He turns and thanks Happy, who gives him a long look before speaking, “Sure, no problem, kid. Listen, be gentle with Tony, okay? He's just had a bad break up.” Peter just nods, trying to hide his surprise. It always seemed like Mr. Stark and Ms. Potts were so stable from the outside. Happy nods and goes, presumably to take a seat.

The two soft beeps from his ear piece remind him that he still needs to do his actual job now. So he tells the cockpit that the stairs and car are out of the way, who inform him of the situation so he hurries to get everything ready. Bouncing lightly with nervous energy he takes his place at the front of the cabin and says, “ATC said they can squeeze us in real quick, because there's a traffic jam on the JFK side. So if you two are all ready, we can be airborne in five.”

Mr. Stark's lips twist and he says, “You're going to skip your little safety briefing?” Most people wouldn't complain about that, but then again Mr. Stark isn't actually complaining. He's messing with him. That much is obvious. Why he's not sure, but it's definitely what's happening.

Still not sure why, Peter finds himself playing back by pointing out, deadpan, “Either of you could legally fly this plane, sir. I think you understand the safety procedures.” He can tell that he surprises Mr. Stark with the statement, but thankfully not in a bad way.

In fact given the way that Mr. Stark lights up a little and starts eyeing him in a new way, Peter would say that it's exactly the right thing to say. Mr. Stark relaxes back into his chair in a way that accidentally shows off the long lean lines of his body, looking more rock star than celebrity ceo and scientist. And Peter has to get a grip on himself, because they're not that kind of staffing agency. He almost misses what Mr. Stark says, so lost in the fantasy, “Maybe I just wanted to see you do your thing.”

Peter replies, “You can watch me do my thing once we're airborne,” and then feels the blush explode across his face as he realizes how dirty that sounds. Desperate to regain his professionalism, he adds, “But if you would rather wait an hour, because we ended up at the back of the line…” he lets the sentence trail off with a hint of challenge, because that's what this has to be about. Mr. Stark is just trying to see if he can rattle him.

He gets the impression that Mr. Stark is laughing at him as he says, “As much fun as watching you do your thing sounds,” and Mr. Stark definitely makes it sound dirty, “how about you just bring out the bar cart when we hit cruising?”

Relieved to escape whatever game Mr. Stark is playing with him, Peter tosses out, “Sure thing, Mr. Stark,” before disappearing into the galley to let the pilots know they're good to go and buckle himself into the four point harness of his jumpseat. It almost sounded like Mr. Stark was flirting with him for a second there, but that's crazy. Plus there have never been any complaints about Mr. Stark coming on to the staff. Then he wouldn't exactly complain would he? And Mr. Stark had been in a relationship.

The jolt as they start taxiing knocks him out of his thoughts and it seems like they'll make the window so he grabs the gum out of his standby bag. Toomes would kill him if he knew about the gum, but the last thing he needs is to be half deaf because his ears didn't pop right. On impulse he slips his book on the bar cart, secured to the wall next to him.

Peter finds himself weirdly excited to do bar cart for Mr. Stark. The bartending lessons had been his best scores when he had done his training. He can't do any of the fun flipping and spinning, that would be a disaster with his clumsiness, but chemistry had prepared him for mixing things. Plus the rider made Mr. Stark's drink preferences sound easy. A little bit of over pouring, but not enough to make it a single into a double. No need for anything fancy, just very well made drinks.

The chime in his ear letting him know that they've hit cruising altitude comes at him like a surprise and brings with it some of his earlier stress. He busies himself with triple checking the cart as the captain announces their flight time and ETA. Unlocking the cart from the wall and rolling into the main cabin, Peter resolves to give Mr. Stark the best experience he can. The thought that he is hurting over his broken engagement is way better motivator than the threat to his job. Especially since he doesn't need the job anymore.

Resolutely not thinking about the letter at the bottom of his bag, Peter notices that Mr. Hogan appears to have fallen asleep during take off. He did seem very tired earlier. Mr. Stark catches him looking and speaks softly, “He's been running himself ragged for me.” Peter can see how touched Mr. Stark is by what Happy has done for him, but he seems almost mad about it.

“He's your friend, he just wants to make sure that you're okay,” slips out of Peter's mouth without him meaning for it to happen as he parks the cart close, but out of the way.

Mr. Stark gives him another long indecipherable look, before speaking again, voice still soft not to disturb sleeping man a few feet away, “He said something didn't he?” Peter feels like he is betraying Happy's trust as he nods, but it's clear that Mr. Stark already knows.

Feeling the need to defend Mr. Hogan a little, “He's just worried about you. It's just because he cares.” Mr. Stark sighs at him and actually looks every bit the guy that just had a very serious break up, whose friends are worried about him. There's an exhaustion there, not the physical kind like Happy, he doesn't need a nap. He needs a break.

Mr. Stark's soft, “I know,” almost gets lost in the gentle hum of the cabin. Then he shakes himself and goes back to being the billionaire, former playboy, philanthropist that has been staring back at Peter from the glossy pages of the checkout for years. It's jarring and he gets the sense he just saw Tony, not Tony Stark, not Mr. Stark, but Tony the person. When he speaks again it's with a joking conspiratorial tone, “What do you say you help me convince him to go take a real nap? And fix me a gin and tonic?”

Peter rolls with mood change as smoothly as he can, “Sure thing Mr. Stark. Double or single?” he begins assembling the drink on automatic, he's thankful for the familiar task in the unfamiliar situation.

Mr. Stark seems relieved he doesn't make a thing of it, so Peter counts that as a win, ”Single. Shake him for me will you?” Shaking awake a stranger is one of those things that was one of those things that had felt very strange the first time but he had gotten used to with this job. Happy startles awake under his touch apparently not having realized that he fell asleep. Peter leaves Mr. Stark to deal with him as he starts pouring. “Hap, grab your cpap and go sleep in the real bed.”

Happy starts trying to protest, about how he's fine, how he doesn't need to, and Peter knows easy points when he sees them. So he tosses out lightly, “The sheets are fresh and the pillows are fluffed, Mr. Hogan. I checked myself,” then to Mr. Stark, ”Twist of lime, sir? I forgot to ask.”

Mr. Stark's smirk suggests that his, “Yes,” is about more than limes and that Peter just scored some points in whatever game they're playing. Then with a voice like honey, that makes Peter immediately understand exactly how the man in front of him gained a reputation as a world class playboy, he says to Happy, “See you can't let the kid's hard work go to waste like that. Go take a nap at least.”

#starker #This was supposed a one shot #whoops

[pastself]

“Forever,” Peter had promised, seventeen and in love. And full of shit.

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No Longer Boyish (on ao3)

Peter Parker/Tony Stark | Words: 1,187 (the oneshot that actually was)

In which:

Peter lives long enough to understand how long forever is.

Relationships are a lot of work.

Tony engages in Extremis-aided slow-aging and that's somehow not the plot!

#my writing #starker #look look a finished one-shot! #and I didn't spend a year overthinking it! #who am I! #in case it wasn't clear #I have a bunch of feels about starker's long-term relationship power dynamics #which basically boil down to: only Tony would think that trusting his heart to a teenager is a good idea

[khalixascorner]

im having a hard time finding sim!tony starker fics... any recommendations? thank u in advance!

Ok so I have a lot of recommendations lol.

If you enjoy dark (and I mean dark) SIM, then Basil has a ton of short fics. The whole collection is here.

Highlander_II writes a lot of canon aligned SIM, found here.

I also write a fair amount of SIM (all different flavors) if you want to just browse my profile (found here).

The Darkness in Me is a fun/dark two part where there's SIM, Tony, and Peter.

@authoressofdarkness has a lot I really like but the ones that come to mind for SIM both are WIPs.

Guide Me Safely to Shore is a soul mate story and Beauty and the Beast. Both feature a villainous Tony and hero Peter.

Baby Bats has a ton as well so just check their profile but mind the tags depending on your preference. @babybatscreationsv2 is a talented writer who writes across the spectrum of tags and genres.

@the-mad-starker and @graceful-starker have both written a few as well that are all really good so I'll just drop their profile links too. (hopefully the filter sort stayed on the link, but if not, just filter for superior iron man).

Mads. Gracie

@ursafootprints has one that's ongoing that I'm dying for the resolution. Mind the tags though because it's a dark incest fic. Double Blind

Late addition because I was rushing. Askmyknives also writes sim and you can find them here.

Ready is a hot little coffee shop AU one shot.

Devotion, absolution, desire is a really good dark smutty piece.

Blinding lights is a vampire soul mate AU that I adore.

Collared Innocence by StarkerKeyz is a super hot and also kinda cute soul mate story. I reread it regularly.

Anyways, if I forgot anyone, I'm sorry but these are some of what comes to mind!

#fic recs #starker #superior!iron man #sim tony

[starkerfestivals]

StarkerFestival's Extended AUpril!!

Hello everyone! Thank you to all the participants that joined us for our Valentine's Day exchange! We still have a few posts we're waiting on to close the event and once we have everything collected, we'll have a master post for the gifts.

Meanwhile– Us mods are extremely excited to announce our newest event! We are calling it Extended AUpril, and I believe we may have done something similar in the past.

For AUpril, we have made 2 community 4x4 bingos. The bingos will last all three months, and are light and dark themed. (Note: The prompts are themed this way. You do not have to do angst for dark prompts and fluff for light prompts. Feel free to be as creative as you want!)

Duration: This event will start today and last until the end of May.

Reminder: There is no obligation for these community bingos. Do them all, do exactly one prompt--it's completely up to you! Just make sure to tag properly.

Other Events:

March - There will be a list of 7 prompts dedicated to Omegaverse week (info post will be tomorrow). While it is a 'week,' this event will last the entire month of March.

Edit: This event is now live Here!

May - Mer-May week to be posted in May! Again, although it is a week's worth of themed prompts, it will last the entire month of May.

Below the cut are the written versions of the prompts.

Extra rules:

In order to get it reblogged, please @ us here, and feel free to use these hashtags! #StarkerFestivalsEvents , #SFAUpril24.

Crossovers are allowed and welcome for all prompts! Some of the prompts themselves are cross over prompts, please feel free to do so!

Edit: 1 prompt per content created. Multichapter fics can claim 1 prompt/chapter. Ex: One shot and moodboard = may claim up to 2 prompts)

You only have to complete one card to get a 'bingo.' We only separated the light and dark prompts for people who prefer to avoid angst! A bingo is four in a row for this event, meaning horizontal, vertical, or diagonal.

Tag every trigger appropriately, as always.

Have fun with it! This is to encourage AUs, not any specific prompts. Feel free to take it in any direction you want to.

Happy AUpril everyone!

Light Bingo AUs:

Royal

No Powers/Modern

Coffee shop

Education (Teacher, High School, College, etc.)

Celebrity (Actor, Singer, Streamer, etc.)

Artist/Author

Fix-it

Librarian

Star Wars

Magic (HP, Realism, Fantasy etc.)

Aged Up/Down

Angel/Demon

Lesbian Starker

Decorator

Soulmates

Cottage/Countryside

Dark Bingo AUs:

War/Military

YA Distopia (Hunger Games, Divergent, etc.)

Criminal

Superior Iron Man  

Supernatural (Ghost, Vamp, Alien, Were, etc.)

Firefighter

Game of Thrones

Detective 

Apocalypse

Break Up/Make Up

Blood

Lovers to Enemies

Stockholm Syndrome/Kidnapping

Historical

Hospital (Staff, Setting, Sick, Diagnosis, CI, etc.)

Mafia

#starker #starker event #SFAUpril24 #starkerfestivalsevents

[thestarkerisobvious]

Saltburn - A Starker Story (With Footnotes)

This is a spoiler-free story, starring Starker, with amazing art by @mrstarksbaby Enjoy.

Peter’s father has a title.(1)  Peter’s family lives in a castle.(2)

Throughout Oxford(3), that is what people say about him.  The first thing they say about him.  Sometimes the only thing they say about him.  His father has a title.  His family lives in a castle.  What else would you need to know?

Unless, of course, you talked to Peter.  Then you would find out a few more things.

Like how his mother had been a ridiculously famous groupie, knowing all the bands that had been hot in London in the 90’s, to the point that she had songs written about her(4).  Like how his father would throw lavish parties for almost-strangers, just to give him an excuse to wear his family’s armor.  Like how his parents were so comically out-of-touch with the real world they had once asked him “where Liverpool was located.”(5)

He would also tell you about the many other people that lived at Saltburn.  And, if you were VERY special, he might tell you about Mr. Stark.

Mr. Stark was an employee of the family, but in many ways he was a family friend as well.  It was often that way when people worked together for decades.  Peter’s father trusted Mr. Stark with his life, and with Peter’s life as well.  Technically Mr. Stark's title was “Head Butler.”  Which is why the family called him “Anthony.”  It was customary for the royalty to call the help by their first name, and the help to call the family by their last name.  Only Peter insisted, even as an adult, on calling the trusted man “Mr. Stark.”  It sounded overly formal, but it was completely the opposite.  Peter trusted Mr. Stark more than any other human being on earth.(6)

And with good reason.  It was Mr. Stark that saw that Peter wasn’t doing well at school, not because of his title, but because of his brain.  It was Mr. Stark that convinced the family that Peter SHOULD graduate a year early - that the challenge of the extra coursework would help Peter thrive where he had been floundering.  It was Mr. Stark who convinced the family to let Peter take a math track,(7) rather than try to fulfill any vague artistic dreams his mother once had for him.  Yes, the boy had the soul of a poet, but the mind of an engineer.  A mind that would be be so much happier with a practical degree.(8)  

And so Peter excels at school.  You should know that about him.  You should know that he went to Oxford a year early.  And that he loves every minute of his studies. (9)

But not of going to university.  Peter is a real brain, and a complete softy, but no one ever sees that.  His cousin MJ never lets him forget, or lets anyone forget, that he has a title and lives in a castle.  Peter MUST be a careless snobby playboy partier because everyone in the upper-upper-crust crowd is a careless snobby playboy partier and Peter, well, Peter fits in with everyone in the upper-upper-crust.   (But that’s not really who Peter is.  Peter is a dreamer.  An artist.   A photographer.  But only Mr. Stark knows that about Peter.  Only he encourages it.)

Peter is not happy at Oxford. (10)

Enter Quentin. (11)

Quentin seems to be everywhere for Peter.  (12)  There when Peter gets a flat tire while biking (13) to school.  There when Peter needs a real conversation (14) while all his friends were doing shots.  There when Peter needs someone to answer the question “Tell me about yourself.”

And so the year at Oxford goes on.  Things are good.  Quentin makes a good mate and Peter makes good marks and MJ doesn’t get too toxic when Peter doesn’t spend his every weekend partying with her friends.  And Peter keeps Tony updated about everything and looks forward to break. (15)

But as the year comes to a close, tragedy strikes.  Quentin’s family seems to have imploded - but the solution seems simple!  Peter will simply invite Quen to Saltburn to stay the summer!  It seems like a great idea - to have his new friend at his side all summer.  And Peter is happy.  Happy that he can help Quen now, the same way Quen helped him in his time of need.  He’s thrilled!! His mother, as batty and clueless as she is, is thrilled!  His father is not bothered!  Even MJ, in her condescending muted way, seems to not-hate it…  

Everyone is happy!!!

Except Mr. Stark.

Peter can’t explain it.  But Mr. Stark is being odd.  Awful.  Mean.  Cold to Quen, hostile, even.  Peter can’t explain it.  Mr. Stark had always been wonderful to him… (16)

Quen is saying Mr. Stark hates him because he is the “common man.”  Not that kind of person that “belongs at Saltburn.”  Peter can’t stand the idea.  He “orders” Mr. Stark to “stop being so dreadful” to Quen.  Sometimes he acts like it’s a joke and laughs it off.  But mostly Peter just pretends it isn’t happening.  Quentin is his friend.  Quentin understands Peter.  That’s why Peter gave Quen the room next to him.

That’s why they were sharing a bathroom. (17)

Okay, the TRUTH is, Peter was really trying to seduce Quentin.  Only… he was bad at it. (18)

VERY bad at it.  As in… Quen seemed to be hitting on… MJ?! Only MJ wasn’t having it!?! Only they were like… a couple now?  Or something?!?!

Peter was NOT happy.

How could he be?

He thought his dream had just come true.  He has a FRIEND(19) at Saltburn.  A friend to spend the summer with.(20) A friend that MIGHT… just might… help him with his little problem. (21)

Except…

Except Mr. Stark does not like Quentin.  At all.  Keeps being cold to Quen.  Mean to Quen. Actively.   In ways that cannot be denied, cannot be ignored.  Seems to always be appearing in odd places, rarely giving the boys any time alone to themselves.  Keeps appearing at Quen’s shoulder saying cryptic, menacing things.  “People get lost at Saltburn”  Mr. Stark had said.  Whatever that meant.  And Peter didn’t know what to do. 

He had hoped this summer would turn out to be like a movie, like a Romantic Comedy, or at least like an 80’s Sex Romp.   But it is quickly shaping up to be a tragedy.  (22)

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footnotes below

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1  Sir.  Peter’s father is a knight.  With an actual suit of armor.

2  Saltburn

3  A college he did NOT choose for himself.  But going to Oxford was his only option.  It was Oxford or nothing, a shameful secret that Peter has always resented.  

4  See Common People, Pulp 

5  But if you ever said “But Peter, you’re so down-to-earth!” he would go on to explain the influence of his aunt and uncle.  Who lived, along with so many other family members, at Saltburn.  He would explain how his aunt and uncle in essence raised him while his mother continued to globetrot and hob-nob with the famous elite as if she had never had children, or even had married, at all.  He would explain how, when his uncle Ben died, his adulthood had really begun.  It was the first time Peter had taken a hard look around him and made some decisions.  Some decisions about who he wanted to be.

There was another man, an older man, who had a great deal of influence on Peter.  A man who had worked at Saltburn on and off for decades, appearing and reappearing in Peter’s life for as long as he could remember.  That man had taken up permanent residence at Saltburn the year Peter had graduated high school, and had given him the courage he had needed to make his own demands about how his college education would proceed.  Everyone in Peter’s life knew that Peter was going to Oxford if he went to college, but only Peter knew that it almost didn’t go to college at all.  But Peter had a secret - a man with a superpower.  A man who could help him.

6 Like the fact that Peter DID NOT LIKE GIRLS.  It was Mr. Stark (who Peter called Tony, but only in private.  Only behind closed doors) that convinced Peter it was a simple fact that he would be able to speak out loud in time.  Convinced Peter that his parents were so much more open minded about these issues than Peter realized (after all, Mr. Stark knew Peter’s parents well.)  It was Tony that Peter confessed his secret to first, as well as his plan.  To tell the world.  Eventually.  After a year or two at Oxford.   At least.

7  Because Tony KNOWS Peter.  Knows what he’s REALLY like.  What he REALLY likes. How he doubts himself.  Completely.  Constantly.  What he wants to be in life.  What he finds attractive in a man.  Yes, Tony knows everything.   

8  And would that be SO BAD??!!  To have a REAL job?  To be an engineer, or an inventor?  Or an innovator?  To have his own career, his own flat, his own life?  (He wouldn’t live alone, of course.  That would be too scary.  He would bring someone with him from Saltburn, of course.  Someone to live with him.  Someone he trusted.)

(Like Tony.)

9  Well, he loves STUDIES.  But class ends eventually.  You have to stop studying EVENTUALLY.  Put down the pencil.  Shut the book.  THAT'S when the problem begins - when the tightness begins - when the low-grade panic starts.  But Peter ALWAYS knows the cure for that - the balm for that.  THAT'S when he turns to his superhero.  That’s when he gets out a sharp pencil and a clean piece of paper.  And he starts to write  a letter to Tony.

10  SO WHY IS HE STILL AT OXFORD?!  WHY has he not run scared, run back home, run back to safety?  How can he find the strength to get out of bed every day?  To walk out of the door every day??  Because of Tony.  Because of his superhero.  That’s why.

Because Tony writes back.  Constantly.  Weekly.  Sometimes DAILY.  And - hell - let's just admit it - sometimes the letters are not enough and Peter CALLS HIM ON THE PHONE.  And Tony tells him it will be okay.  He can stay.  He can study.  And then Tony starts to ask Peter about his classes, and then they are talking about maths again, and then it's all okay.  Peter is okay.  Because school is a GOOD thing.  It is a hard thing, but Peter can do hard things.  And because, when break comes, Peter can see Tony again.

And when those phone calls last long into the dark night, well, no one needs to know about that.  About what happens after Peter says goodbye to Tony, after he hangs up the phone.  About what Peter dreams about at night.  About what Peter’s hands do in the darkness, while his ears still echo with the sound of Tony’s voice.  

11 …with his stupid soulful eyes and his stupid handsome face.  Peter doesn’t know if he wants to kiss him or punch him in his stupid beautiful face.

12  Really, it DID seem like Quentin was everywhere.  Now that Peter knew his name, he realized he had seen Quen just about everywhere at Oxford.  Funny how life throws you together sometimes.

13  Oh god, that flat tire.  Peter was nothing without his bicycle.  MJ and his mates would forever give him grief about it, but Peter didn’t drive.  He had always been a year younger than everyone, and now he was two years behind, and driving was something that had always been done for his parents, not something that his parents did.  But he had no fear, as long as he had his bike.

It would be different in the future, he knew.  Tony had assured him that driving an automobile was not the mystery his parents made it out to be.  Peter was smart (Tony said) and once Peter saw how it was done he would wonder why it had ever intimidated him.

Besides, Tony would teach him.

Just like Tony had taught him how to take care of his bike.  Taught him how to take it apart and put it back together again.  When you saw Tony in his official suit, you would never imagine what a “grease monkey” he had been in his youth.  In his private time he liked to tinker with cars.  Peter would never forget last summer when he had been allowed to sit in the spare garage and talk to Tony while Tony tinkered.  Never forget what Tony looked like with his arms almost bare, his biceps bulging, sweat caressing his brow.  Peter would remember that forever.

And Tony would actually teach Peter to drive, he was sure about it.  That had been a promise.  Peter thought about it often (mostly at night.)  How Tony had pulled him into a friendly hug, Tony smelling of sweat and oil and something else… something… sturdy.  Something strong.  As if the man were made out of iron.

That’s when Tony had hugged Peter hard, clapped him on the back, and said “I’m your man, Kid.”  

(He called Peter “Kid.”  He was the only one allowed to call Petter “Kid.”)

“I’m your man, Kid,” he had said.  Whispered, really.

“When you’re ready, I’ll teach you how to drive.  I’ll teach you anything you want.”

He let go of Peter then, clapping him on both shoulders one more time.  Letting his hands rest there for longer than a moment.

“When you’re ready.”

14  And while Quen could sometimes be invasive (sometimes annoyingly so) the man was a good conversationalist.  Peter could talk to him for hours.  And Quentin was well-read in all kinds of subjects.  Really, anything Peter had latched onto, anything that caught his interest for a week or two that semester, Quentin always knew a lot about it.  Whatever it was.  It was uncanny, really.

15   Although when Peter DOES get home there won’t be any more letters from Tony.  Which is funny, really.  Peter loves those letters.  Tony sometimes fills them with sketches of Saltburn - the towers or the gardens.  And sometimes with sketches of Peter.  “But I know what *I* look like - I see myself in the mirror every day” Peter complains.  “Send me pictures of YOU.”  And Tony does.  Sends a single sketch of himself.  In the sketch he is looking down.  Looking tired.  Looking a little guilty.  But Peter likes to imagine Tony is looking down at something that has his complete attention.  Something important. 

Something like… Peter.

Yes, Peter likes looking at that picture of Tony at night.  In the darkness.  And then when he touches himself, he imagines his hands are Tony’s hands.  Callused, but gentle.  Knowing.  But commanding as well…

16 …always gentle.  Always helpful.  Always honest.  Because that’s what Tony WAS to Peter… the man who would cut through the bullshit.  Cut through the pretension.  Tell him the truth.

17   Because… and this was STUPID but… but Peter had a fantasy.

In that fantasy, he was done with university.  He had his degree.  He had freed himself, finally, from his family.  And then, with his new career, with his new flat, with his new suit… he rang up Anthony.  

Took him out.  Took him on the town.  They went to a pub together, took in a show.  And then they talked.  Talked like men.  Talked like equals.

And then Peter took Tony home, and invited Tony into his bed.

As men.

As equals.

Only… only that’s where the fantasy abruptly ended.  Because there was exactly one problem.  

WHY would Tony go to bed with Peter if Peter was still a virgin??

And that’s where Quen came in.

Peter had a pesky problem, and he had set out to find another man to take care of that problem.  And Quentin was that man.  Peter had decided.  This would be the summer - the summer that Peter lost his v-card and became a man.  The kind of man that could take Tony Stark as a lover.

18  AND HOW COULD HE BE SO BAD AT IT?!?  He thought he had made it CLEAR to Quen that he was ready.  That he was just waiting for Q to make his move.  I mean, how more obvious could Peter be?!?  How many forehead kisses, blowing-kisses, and goodnight kisses, and jokes about oral sex, and late-night drinking games, would it take?  Peter was being obvious, wasn’t he?  He had given Q an adjoining bedroom.  He had all but invited Quen to watch him bathe.  He slept every night with his door open!  What more did Quen want?  An engraved invitation?? 

19 Okay maybe not so much “friend” as “boy I am using for one thing and one thing only” but hey.  Friends used Peter all the time.  And no matter what Quentin was, he certainly wasn’t hard to look at.

20  And it was going to be so perfect!  Peter had it all planned out - he would tell Q that he spent every summer sunbathing - just like they did in France - completely in the nude.  And then he and Quen would go shirtless and lay about on lawn furniture getting tanned.  Shirtless - and eventually more than that.  Peter had wanted so badly to do that last summer - and this time he would get up the nerve. To position himself outside the Great Hall window where Tony had his office.  To take off his shirt - and maybe more - where Tony would certainly look out and see him.  See his new, adult body.  Realize that Peter was a man, now.  A man to take seriously.  A man that might want another man in his bed…

21  And okay dammit this was a big problem because that meant that PETER WAS STILL A VIRGIN HOW WAS THIS STILL A THING?!?!?!?  Life was so damn unfair.

22  And, okay, maybe everyone is right.  Maybe Quen does NOT belong here.  Maybe everyone can see what Peter has been denying.  Maybe Q IS too eager to please.  Too eager to fit in.  A little too obvious, too clunky, with his manipulation.  But DAMMIT QUEN WAS JUST A MEANS TO AN END and Peter really REALLY can’t figure out WHY would Tony be mean to THIS particular classmate?!  Dammit Peter just wanted to get laid…

At the dock MJ had demanded to know what was going on with Peter.  Actually accused him of being in love with Quentin.  Which was ridiculous - he wasn’t even 100% he would call Quentin a friend.  Quentin was, at best, a study partner.  He had invited Quen to Saltburn because of all the things he was going through at home… come on Quen’s dad having just died and his mom being a mess and…

Oh all right, let's be honest.  He doesn’t even like Quentin that much.  He brought Quentin back here because he thought Quentin had the hots for him.  But in the end, Quentin is just one thing to Peter - a warm body.  A warm body with a stiff cock, which Peter needs.  

Because many things got “lost” at Saltburn, but…

… Peter’s virginity wasn’t going to get lost by itself.

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[trashystarker]

pictures don't lie - a starker one shot

Title: Pictures Don't Lie Fandom: MCU Pairing: Starker (Tony Stark x Peter Parker) Rating: Mature (Modern Day AU - Angst and Feels - Angst with a Happy Ending - Mild NSFW) Word Count: 2,300 Summary: Tony gets caught doing something harmless, and suffers the repercussions of it.

A/N: Here's my next offering for @starkerfestivals summer bingo event! Please enjoy!

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Red wine dripped off of Tony’s face, his shirt saturated with the beverage that had just been thrown on him. He watched Peter’s retreating form, his lover in clear distress, waving his hands around as he grabbed his keys off the table in the foyer of their shared apartment. He heard Peter yell a loud “Fuck you, Tony!” before storming out of their penthouse, slamming the door shut behind him. 

He reached for a napkin, taking a moment to wipe off the Merlot that had made his face sticky. It was fine. He knew that Peter was going to have a strong reaction to what he’d just told him, but it was better if he heard from him first, right? Tony sighed. Maybe not. Maybe it would have been better another way. 

“Friday - keep an eye on Peter tonight, okay?” He spoke to his AI, who he knew could hear him as he’d programmed the penthouse to always have her on hand. 

“Of course, boss. Did something happen?” Friday’s voice came through the speaker. 

“No.” He lied. Of course something had happened. Another fuck up of his in a long life of fuck ups. And here he’d thought that things had been going pretty well for both him and Peter.

Clearly, that was a mistake. 

The sun was setting on the isle of Manhattan, painting it in the beautiful colors of pink and orange, the skyline lighting up with nature’s beautiful symphony on full display. He left the dining room table and walked towards the balcony, pulling off his wine soaked shirt as he got closer to an escape. He dropped the shirt on the floor and went outside, needing to put space between him and the mess that had happened only twenty minutes ago. 

Things had gone well. Peter had come home after working a bit later in the office. That’s where he’d met him. Tony had hired the best to come out of MIT, and Peter had been the star graduate last year. He put him on a special project that had the two of them working side by side, and through daily interactions it became quite clear to Tony that he’d found his equal. His partner. The person he could trust his life with. 

Thankfully, Peter Parker had felt the same way, and two months after they began to work close together, he moved into Tony’s penthouse apartment. 

A soft sigh left Tony’s mouth as he gripped the railing of the balcony. His heart hurt. His head ached. His shoulders were too tight, and his stomach felt like it was going to regurgitate everything he’d eaten at dinner. Had it been in bad taste to save the important bits of conversation until the end of the meal? In hindsight, he knew that the answer was yes. 

The picture that had caused such a stir in his lover was still on the table, looking like a mocking portrait that could only cause harm to him and his own. Tony hated that there had been a miscommunication between the both of them. Peter had told him that all he wanted from him was honesty. And here Tony was, being as honest as he could be, and was getting screwed because of it. 

His phone vibrated in his pocket. Letting go of the cool railing, he pulled it out and felt tears begin to well up in his eyes. “I won’t be coming home tonight. Don’t ask me when I’m coming back. I don’t know. I won’t be at work tomorrow. Leave me be for a bit, Tony. Please.” 

Of course he was going to give Peter the space that he deserved. That was needed right now. But, Tony was stubborn. He didn’t want Peter to run away. Not when they could talk about this, and discuss what had happened. “Take care.” It was all he could muster up the courage to say to him, when everything inside of him was breaking apart. 

Walking back inside, he took a look at the photograph and the anger returned. He had done nothing wrong. He’d gone to see his ex, and while the photograph looked more incriminating than it truly was, a picture was worth a thousand words. And it was clear what those words were. 

Cheater. 

Liar. 

Destroyer of happiness. 

Tony had gone to see his ex after a text had been sent to him, requesting for a friendly meeting. Tony didn’t think it was going to turn into this big production, but once he saw this photograph he knew that it was going to ruin everything. One simple act of kindness - two old friends sharing what was only a friendly laugh but could be seen as something more - had taken away the one person he’d cared about the most and pushed him away. 

"I need to show you something.” Tony had said, as they were finishing up their pasta. “And you’re not going to like it.” 

“Why do you think that?” His young lover - younger by about twenty years - looked up at him, the smile he loved to see so much present on his face. “I can’t be mad at you, Tony. You know I love you.” 

“I know, sweetheart. But trust me, this is going to hurt. And please, believe me when I say that I had no intention of hurting you like this.” 

The smile started to slip off of Peter’s face. “Tony, you’re scaring me now. What’s going on?” 

He picked up the manila envelope that had been sitting on the table this entire time, and took the photograph out of it. He put it on the table, and saw Peter’s face begin to grow pale. “It isn’t how it looks.” 

“Bullshit.” Peter pointed at the picture. “That’s Pepper Potts, isn’t it?” 

“It is.” Tony had been open with Peter about his previous partners. Pepper had been someone he’d intended on making a life with, but things never worked out that way. Tony was actually glad that had happened, as it wouldn’t have brought Peter into his life. “But it’s like I said, it isn’t how it looks.” 

“She’s got her arms around you.” Peter kept staring at the image. “You’re laughing.” 

“I know.” 

“You never laugh like that.” 

He felt his stomach twist. “You know that isn’t true, Peter. I laugh with you like that often.” 

“Did you sleep with her?” 

“No.” 

“You’re lying.” 

“No, I’m not.” 

The chair Peter was sitting on scraped against the floor as he hastily stood up. Tony was about to say something when Peter picked up his glass of wine, and threw it on him. “Fuck you, Tony.” He heard the tears in Peter’s voice, whether they were from anger or sadness, Tony didn’t know. He watched him leave, and heard him grab his keys off the table. Another loud ‘fuck you’, and his lover was gone.

All because of one stupid moment captured on film, making it look like two old flames rekindling something that was no longer there. Tony knew that Peter had every right to have reacted the way he had. If he'd come across a picture of Peter with MJ like this, well….Tony knew how he would respond, and how Peter reacted was with more dignity than he was physically capable of. 

He went to his shared bedroom with Peter and went into their bathroom. He got into the shower, peeling off the rest of his clothes before doing so, needing to wash both the wine and his sadness off of his body. If this was the end between him and Peter, then fine. He’d make sure that Peter found a place to work at that could utilize both his talent and his charm to be a direct competitor to Stark Industries. He never meant to hurt him by spending time with his ex. It was a misunderstanding. 

But aren’t all break ups caused by a misunderstanding? At least, to one person they might be. To the other, it might be as plain as day why the relationship was coming to an end. Tonight, it seemed that Tony was aware of both sides, and had to accept it. 

Sleep was impossible. He stared up at the ceiling, feeling like utter death as the person that should be next to him was no longer there. He was tempted to ask Friday where he was, but decided that that might not be the wisest idea. For all he knew, Peter was getting revenge on him by sleeping with someone from his past. Wanting to even the score, even though there was no score to settle. 

The front door of the penthouse opened at close to three in the morning. Tony held his breath as he saw a shadow walk into the room. The air smelled like booze. Peter had gone drinking. He could smell the whisky on his breath from twenty feet away. He heard him sniffle, and then saw his shadow begin to take off his clothes. Tony kept his breath quiet, as he didn’t want Peter to know he was awake. But, it seemed his younger lover knew because as soon as he hit the bed, he crawled into Tony’s space and put his arms around him. 

Tony didn’t hesitate. He pulled Peter into a hug, letting him cry against his shoulder. “I didn’t cheat on you.” Tony whispered into his ear, as he heard Peter cry harder. “You’re the only person I want, Peter. No one else. Pepper is a distant memory. She’s a friend. Nothing more.” 

“Do you promise?” Peter’s voice cracked, as he pulled his head away from Tony’s shoulder and stared into his eyes. “I can’t do this again, Tony. I don’t like how this feels. I feel awful. I feel sick.” 

“That’s because you drank too much.” Tony tried to lighten the mood, his lip curled up in a half-smirk. “Did you get a fifth on sale?” 

“I went and hung out with Ned.” Peter returned his head to his shoulder, and exhaled a long sigh. “I need you to promise me what you’re saying is the truth.” 

He brought his hand up to Peter’s face, and wiped away a few tears from his cheek. “I promise, Peter. There is no one else. Only you.” 

“How do I know that?” 

“You have to trust me.” Tony knew that was a tall ask. “I trust you.” 

“I want to trust you, but I’m scared.” 

“Of what?” 

“You hurting me. Again.” A broken whisper came out of Peter’s mouth.

Lowering himself down to be face to face with Peter, he looked into his eyes and could see the tears still there. “I will probably hurt you, but not because it’s my intention. I’m human, Peter. I expect you to hurt me too, but what makes us stronger is when we talk about it. When we don’t run away from each other.” 

“I’m sorry.” Peter bit his lip. 

“Don’t be. You had every right to leave.” He brought his forehead to Peter’s, and took a deep breath. “You came home.” 

“I wanted to be with you. I needed to know that I was wrong.” 

“Be patient with me, Peter. You’re going to see things you may not want to see, but always know that you are the only person who has this.” He brought Peter’s hand to his chest. “No one else gets this. Only you. You’re the only person I’m in love with.” 

“Tony…” 

Peter kissed him first, Tony willingly letting him take control of the kiss with a deep groan. His arms slid around Peter’s naked body, pulling him to lay on top of him as their kiss continued to deepen. Peter’s tongue filled his mouth, making parts of his body sing for joy, while it healed the ache in both his head and his heart. He felt Peter roll his hips, pushing himself against his body, Tony welcoming the touch with another deep groan. 

“I love you.” He whispered into Peter’s ear, as his cock slid deep into his body, Peter’s soft moans now filling his ears. “I love you so much, Peter.” 

“I l-love you, Tony!” Peter cried out, his moans becoming louder. “Oh, God…” 

“Yes, sweetheart…” Tony knew that his lover was close. He reached between their bodies and began to pump his cock with his fist, his hips moving in an erratic pattern. 

“Tony!!” 

It was all he needed to hear. All he ever wanted to hear. Peter fell from his high as Tony brought him to an orgasm, the warmth of his hot seed flowing between his fingers as he pumped his cock through the bliss. Tony’s hips stuttered as a deep moan left his own mouth, thrusting deep inside for one final time as his own cock exploded, pouring his essence into Peter’s warm channel. 

After a quick clean up, Peter secured himself back in Tony’s arms. “I vote tomorrow be a do nothing day.” Peter yawned, as Tony’s fingers began to play with the curls on the back of Peter’s neck. 

“I think that’s an excellent plan.” Tony brushed his lips against Peter’s temple. “I’m sorry, Peter. Truly.” 

“I know, Tony. I’m sorry too.” Peter lifted his head, and kissed him on the lips. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

He waited for Peter to fall asleep before he allowed himself to drift off. He knew that this wouldn’t be the last time something like this happened, but he was for sure going to try to make sure it didn’t happen again. But he was only human, and sometimes made bad choices. Luckily, though, his lover had been the right choice. Peter Parker was his better half; always had been and always would be. That made Tony Stark the luckiest man on the planet. 

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[starkermoods]

High School Starker Bad Boy Tony Good Boy Peter

Sorry if the format is weird I have to use a different app since Picsart is acting up

Here’s a little one shot I made to go with the idea, let me know if you guys like these:

“Hey baby,” Tony said sneaking up behind Peter and wrapping his arms around Peters waist.

Peter immediately leaned into him and tilted his head back on Tony’s shoulder. Peter smiled up at him. He tilted his head and Tony planted a kiss to his lips.

“Hey, you,” Peter giggled, “I missed you today, why weren’t you in class?”

“Sorry babe, I was hanging with Bucky on the bleachers.” Tony confessed giving Peter another kiss to apologize.

“Seriously Tony,” Peter rolled his eyes, “you can’t keep skipping, you and Bucky are gonna get in big trouble at one point.”

“C’mon Sweetheart, Bucky and I hear this enough from Steve,” Tony complained.

“Well clearly not enough seeing as you don’t listen.”

Even though Peter looked annoyed Tony could hear the underlying amusement in his voice and noticed his lips twitching upward.

“Okay I’m sorry, I’ll try not to do it again, let me take you out as an apology?”

“You and I both know that’s not true,” Peter said finally letting himself smile, “but I will be taking you up on the offer to go out, I’m starving. Let me just grab my stuff from my locker, yeah?”

“Of course Baby.”

Tony unwinded his arms and Peter started heading toward his locker. Tony waited a few seconds before following. So what if he wanted to look at his boyfriends ass?

“You coming Tony?” Peter questioned.

“Yeah, baby I’m right behind ya.”

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“Is this some new wave of Muggle-born activism?” Draco snorted, taking in every detail of Granger’s body, from the scar on her chest, to the little mole beneath her left nipple.

She shot him a puzzled look.

He looked around the Gryffindor table, wondering why nobody else seemed rattled. It was one thing to be their shining star, but for everyone to act casually while she was starkers seemed raving mad even for them. “Why are you naked?”

Her cheeks pinked. “What?”

“You. Are. Naked.”

“Is this meant to be a joke?” She pulled something invisible over her chest, as if covering herself with a jumper.

Beside her, Weasley grew taller. “What are you on about, Malfoy?”

Draco felt the first flicker of doubt. Were they fucking with him? “There’s a scar here.” He mimed the shape over his own chest. “And you have a mole right here.”

Weasley leaped from his seat, slamming his hands on the table with a loud bang. “Did you do something to her?”

Granger clutched his arm, restraining him. “Wait, Ron.” She was eyeing Draco suspiciously. “Let me handle this.” She hopped over the bench, nodding her head. “Follow me.”

Something lurched in his chest seeing the rest of her body. The dip of her spine, the swell of her thighs—far too biteable for his liking.

As he followed her out of the room, he tried envisioning every one of their professors naked, hoping his hard-on would deflate. The only thing more mortifying than being naked in front of the entire school, was being caught with a raging erection for a witch he had no right finding attractive.

“I’m not naked,” she said when they were outside, hidden behind a suit of armor.

“Should I list off other key details?” His eyes followed the lines of her limbs, looking for scars, freckles, anything he could pinpoint to convince her.

“Give me your cloak, then.” She reached out her hand.

“To drape over your naked body?” He scowled, though he almost wished he was wearing his Quidditch shirt. Granger in nothing but green with his name on the back…

“I’m in uniform, you git!” she cried.

He unbuttoned his cloak and gave it to her.

She draped it over her shoulders. “Better?”

Except, now the cloak was gone too. Simply vanished. “What did you do with it?”

“With what?”

“My cloak! That was expensive, you know.”

She looked concerned. “Malfoy, I’m sweating in this thing. And it smells like…” She sniffed and frowned. “Apple cider vinegar?”

His cheeks grew hot. “I had a stomach-ache. Apple cider vinegar is good for gut health.”

She rolled her eyes. A bead of sweat dripped down her neck to her collar.

Maybe she wasn’t lying about his cloak. But how?

“Have you been alright lately?” She looked him up and down, pausing at his crotch, the corners of her mouth lifting.

“Stop that.” He covered himself with his hands.

He could hear every frantic beat of his heart. The light behind Granger’s bushy head became too-bright. The room was spinning.

“Malfoy!” He watched her eyes go wide, her arms stretch out, reaching for him. “Somebody help!”

When Draco opened his eyes, he was in the hospital wing and Pomfrey was filling a glass on his nightstand.

She tutted when he tried sitting up. “Slowly. Don’t exert yourself.”

“What happened?” he demanded, looking around the empty ward, his chest squeezing with something like concern. “Where’s Granger?”

“She’s fine,” she assured him. “Coming to terms with your diagnosis.” When Draco didn’t reply, she went on. “Old pure-blood lineages often have special magical abilities that are triggered by trauma. Ms. Granger mentioned a stomach ailment? You’re also experiencing cold sweats and hallucinations. All the signs are there. But luckily, with enough exposure to one another, you’ll be back to normal in no time.”

“Beg pardon?”

“Congratulations, Mr. Malfoy.” Pomfrey smiled meekly, something like pity in her eyes. “You’ve found your soulmate.”

(660 words, prompt from twitter: why are you naked?)

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[the-mad-starker]

Starker Valentine's Gift: How to Train Your Rutting Alpha [3/9?]

The number of chapters is pretty much up in the air rn as is how long these chapters will be 😂 I'll update it when I have a better idea. A cold took me out for half the month but hopefully I'm back to writing. Have a 6.5k update?

Summary: Tony is the mentor here so of course he needs to take charge. Still sucks to be the responsible one though.

WC: 6505

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Notes: Fic notes: omegaverse, Uncle Tony, underaged (17 yo Peter), intersex omegas, dubcon, public sex, creampie, knotting, scent marking, cum marking, barebacking, condoms, future mpreg, mating, bottom Tony Stark, vaginal sex

New notes: cock cage, praise kink, nipple play, first kiss

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Typical alpha, Tony thought, amused, when Peter scrambled to make himself presentable.

All this was still new to him so as he was putting his clothes to rights, his cheeks were tomato red and he couldn't bear to make eye contact with anyone.

Kid, Tony wanted to say with fond exasperation, I'm the one that got tackled and fucked like a bitch in heat. How are you going to act so self-conscious now?

But he kept it to himself. Peter was, after all, still just a silly pup just growing into his own adulthood. Sex and all that, as liberal as alphas and omegas were, was still new to his poor nephew.

So Tony didn't tease, not even when Peter had to tuck his still half-hard cock into his pants with a wince. Then he fussed over his Uncle, helping him onto his feet and apologizing repeatedly.

"I'm so sorry, Uncle Tony. I didn't… It's never been that strong before and I just, I know it's no excuse but…" Peter ducked his head, gripping Tony's arm.

Once he was back on his feet, Tony took control as the experienced omega. He ignored the unpleasant way cum was starting to leak out of him and just patted Peter on the arm.

"Come along, puppy," Tony commanded and this time, he snagged the boy's wrist. Giving the boy a once over, he found that Peter was compliant and was easily tugged along.

Even then, he kept an eye on the boy. He had learned his mistake.

As they made their way to the elevators, he shot an apologetic look at the receptionist but nothing more than that. He wasn't going to test the poor pup's control though he did have to make sure they'd have to come back and address his actions.

Peter happily followed him to the elevators and while the boy fidgeted in place, Tony reassessed what he'd have to do to guide his boy.

"Alright. Well then," Tony said as the doors opened to the penthouse. "We're gonna have that talk and then we'll start on teaching you all about the birds and the bees, the alphas and the omegas. But first–"

He pushed Peter down onto the couch and reaching into a box he had on the coffee table, he tossed the retrieved item to the boy.

Peter caught it instinctively and then looked up in shock.

"Uncle Tony…?"

"Yep," Tony said cheerfully with a clap of his hands, "A cock cage. I was going to wait to use it but seeing as your instincts are a bit stronger than I anticipated and I need you to focus, I'm gonna need you to put that on for now."

Peter stared down at the cock cage but he was a smart boy and didn't protest. Tony could see, though, that the thought of putting it on was actually turning the pup on. That bulge in his pants hadn't been there before and although it wasn't meant as a form of punishment, Tony wasn't about to jerk him off either to get his dick soft enough to cage. The boy's brain would surely think it was a reward.

"Now, while you're doing that, I'm gonna go take a shower," Tony told him.

"But Uncle Tony!" It was that that made Peter protest, clutching the cock cage and looking up at his uncle with pleading eyes.

"Peter, you're sporting a chub just thinking about it," Tony pointed out, "And I don't blame you but if I get your pants off, that cock cage isn't getting put on. So I'm gonna take a shower and you can calm down or rub one out– pick your poison– and if you need any help, Friday can pull up some how-to's and guide you through it."

The young alpha pouted at that but only muttered something along the lines of I'm not asking Friday for help with this.

"She sees and knows all, kid. Might as well utilize her if you need," Tony called over his shoulder as he made his way to the bathroom. "I expect that cage to be on when I get back."

Once in the bathroom, he got the shower turned on and the temperature was just a little hotter than he liked.

"Friday, baby girl, pull up the cams from the living room?" Tony requested as he started stripping off his clothes. He made a face at the patch of wetness in his underwear, splotches of his nephew's drying cum and his own slick.

He forgot how messy dealing with rutting alphas could be.

A little hologram popped up from his watch and he got a clear view of what his nephew was up to.

Damn, the boy took orders well. He didn't waste a second once Tony had left.

Peter was curled up on Tony's couch cushions, his face pressed up against something black. The pup had grabbed the discarded hoodie that Tony had left on the armchair and was huffing into it, greedily inhaling his uncle's scent. Between his legs, Peter was hastily jerking off, one hand wrapped around his thick girthy cock and moving at a pace that looked like it could hurt.

Fortunately, the alpha pup was leaking so much already that he had plenty of lubrication from the pre-cum alone. The benefits of being an alpha in rut or close to one anyway, all that pre-cum just dripping out. It had certainly helped when Peter mounted him in the lobby, too impatient, too eager to get his cock inside him.

The sight of Peter, his sweet alpha nephew, jerking off to his scent did funny things to Tony. Once again, he dismissed it as his omega side being pleased to be so obviously desired.

"Cheeky pup," Tony murmured, partly amused but also feeling a lick of heat igniting somewhere below the belt. "Better not get any of your spunk on my hoodie, I swear that kid is too comfortable sometimes."

Peter's cock was truly impressive, Tony thought as he supervised a moment longer. No wonder it had stung when the kid had stuck it in him. He would have to caution Peter to prep with at least four fingers before shoving that monster in anyone's pussy, maybe even fisting for anal? Tony wanted to squirm just thinking about it.

"You can shut it off, thanks, Fri," Tony said, feeling all sorts of flustered. He licked his suddenly dry lips and felt the growing warmth in his belly.

"Focus, focus," Tony said, then ducked into the shower.

He took his time, conscious of Peter rubbing one out just a room away. The hot water helped with his aching knees and his aching body, but it didn't help extinguish the heat that was building low in his belly.

He ignored it and washed thoroughly. Under the spray of the water, Tony admitted to himself that while he had gone into this a bit skeptical, he was actually looking forward to it now.

He also admitted that he had been worried that becoming Peter's omega mentor in this way would ruin their uncle/nephew relationship. Their interactions after the lobby incident put that worry to rest. Once Peter's base instincts retreated, he didn't treat Tony differently, didn't revert to calling him omega in a derogatory way. Didn't think he owned Tony just because he had fucked him.

He was still Tony's sweet alpha nephew. He was just a horny mess of an alpha when his instincts ruled his mind.

Tony could handle that. In fact, that was the whole point of this. Train the pup so that he wouldn't be a menace and could actually control those instincts and be a contributing member of society.

Satisfied that he had given Peter enough time to jerk off and hopefully put the cage on, Tony left the bathroom in an oversized fluffy white bathrobe. What was the point of clothes if he was just going to take em off anyway?

Like a good puppy, Peter was waiting for him in the living room. Nothing gave away what he had done while Tony showered and Peter was even on his phone.

As soon as Tony came into view though, he scrambled to put it away and sat up, straight and proper, like an eager student awaiting instruction.

The cock cage was nowhere in sight.

Tony nodded in approval. "Did it give you any trouble?"

"Uhh, no, it was fine," Peter said, flustered.

Tony noticed his hoodie was nowhere in sight but decided not to comment on it. It wouldn't be the first time his nephew stole a shirt or hoodie of his.

Instead, he told the alpha, "Alright, let's see it."

It took two seconds for the words to register but when they did, Peter's mouth dropped open.

"Okay," the alpha complied, breathless.

Once on his feet, he hesitated, hands on his pants zipper. Tony gave him an encouraging nod and with a deep breath, Peter shoved his pants and underwear to his thighs.

Tony gave a low whistle when confronted with the sight of Peter's alpha cock caged.

"Uncle Tony," Peter whined, embarrassed, but he didn't make any move to hide himself nor did he step away when the omega stepped closer for inspection.

The cock cage was clear plastic, top of the line for alphas. Peter's soft cock filled it nicely, neither too snug or too loose. A small padlock at the top kept the cage locked.

It looked nice or maybe it was just the sight of Peter's cock in chastity that Tony found appealing. To test it, Tony got on one knee and got a lot closer. He placed a hand on Peter's stomach to steady himself and he felt the flex of muscle underneath his touch.

"Not uncomfortable?" Tony asked as he ran a finger down the clear plastic covering Peter's cock.

"Uh…" Peter's eyes were wide when Tony looked up at him. "No, just…"

He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, visibly trying to get himself under control. The cock cage did its job and the poor alpha was still soft though he was no doubt feeling turned on. This close to the boy and Tony can smell his arousal, thick and coying, trying so hard to entice and lure in an omega mate.

Tony patted the caged cock then got back to his feet. He didn't want to tease the boy too much but he couldn't help but exact a little payback for the lobby.

"You can pull your pants up," Tony told him then sat on the couch. He patted the space next to him. "Now, we have some things to discuss."

Gingerly and maybe with a bit of disappointment, the alpha covered up and sat down.

"I don't blame you for what happened in the lobby," Tony told him, "But it did give me a lot of things to think about. So here it is, kiddo, a performance review from yours truly."

He got the boy's complete attention and Peter straightened up, curious.

Tony started to tick off what he'd been thinking about in the shower.

"So let's see… These scores will be out of five," he explained. He held one finger up, "First up. One out of five for the alpha bullshit."

Peter flushed but didn't deny it. Tony had ranted enough times in the past about alpha bullshit– an alpha's uncontrollable jealousy and possessiveness. Their inability to reign in their instincts. At the very least, it was inconvenient and rude and at its worst, destructive and dangerous.

No one wanted an alpha that couldn't control themselves.

"Okay, I get that," Peter accepted easily.

"Your instincts are newly coming in," Tony did say, giving his nephew some slack. "So I don't expect you to be able to control yourself entirely yet. Hence the low score. Even in that state, you only got me away from another alpha instead of attacking. I think that's a pretty good base to start with."

The words comforted the alpha pup and the upset turn of his lips softened. He was still unhappy with his own behavior, which was fine, but he trusted his uncle's judgment.

"Okay, Uncle Tony," Peter acknowledged.

"Next, pleasuring your omega…" Tony was between giving him a two or a three but ultimately decided on the lower score. "Two out of five. You touched my cock at the beginning which was nice– very nice, actually. But I think that was more due to you being curious. In the end, I got a nice orgasm out of it but it was more to luck and the size of your dick than anything else."

"Oh!" Peter was pleased and mortified. Pleased Tony derived some pleasure from Peter's fumbling attempt but also mortified that he had been so caught up in fucking that he hadn't tried to get Tony off himself. "I'll work on it…"

Tony patted his hand, "I know, kid. That's what this is all about, after all. There's other stuff too, like how I enjoyed it but other omegas might not like the rough fucking as much as I do."

"You liked it?" Peter perked up like the cute puppy that he was.

"That's what you wanna take from that?" Tony gave him a look then rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I liked it but as your mentor, I have to remind you, or well, teach you, to be conscientious of your partner."

Clearly, Peter wanted to debate this more but Tony wasn't going to budge on this. Looking at Tony's face, the boy finally nodded in acceptance.

"Okay, Uncle Tony," Peter said then added, "I'll be more observant."

Satisfied, Tony then rattled off the next score, "Good. Alright, next one. One out of five for sex safety– You came inside without permission. No condom either."

And because Tony was guiding him, the omega conveniently left out that he happened to like creampies so this, in regards to him, was a non-issue. Tony had to think about Peter's possible future lovers or mate, after all.

The blushing alpha nodded once more, no objections, so Tony continued.

"Foreplay," Tony said, "also a one out of five, don't mind it too much since I'm sure you'll be better once we get some lessons in. Just something to have in mind."

With that comment, Peter's eyes took on a glazed look and Tony patted his hand to get his attention again.

He did, however, raise his brow at the alpha. "If you have any requests, I can, of course, put them into my lesson plans. You've always been a bright kid but I'm sure having a subject you're interested in wouldn't hurt."

"Yeah... I'll keep it in mind," Peter said, voice coming out faint. Tony can practically see the thoughts whirling around in his nephew's pretty little head and well, he was curious for sure.

What did horny little alpha pups fantasize about besides fucking a wet omega hole? Tony will surely find out since his nephew was definitely not one to hold back when it came to learning.

Tony barely stopped himself from squeezing his thighs together. They were talking about sex so wasn't it only natural for Tony to get turned on? He wasn't a young omega anymore but he wasn't dead either.

Clearing his throat, Tony finally came to the last point. Sadly, this was the big one that Tony felt was so so important to teach baby alphas coming into their own. There were too many knotheads out there and Tony refused to let his sweet nephew become one.

This matter was also one that disappointed Tony because Peter was such a sweet kid so he hadn't expected the younger alpha to do so poorly here. He thought that anyone lucky enough to be his nephew's partner would be showered with love and affection.

Finding out otherwise was… disappointing but it was okay because Peter was still learning after all.

"Affection… Gotta give you a zero, kiddo," Tony told him, obviously disappointed and letting it show.

"Affection…? Wait, what?" Peter was shocked at getting such a low score.

Tony patted Peter's hand and despite his own disappointment, he knew that Peter would strive to do so much better now that he was aware.

"Kid, you didn't even kiss me or anything," Tony explained to him. Even now, thinking about it… His nephew had lost his virginity without even having kissed him first.

Peter's face turned so red and for the first time since Tony started the scoring, he couldn't meet his uncle's eyes.

"Uncle Tony, that's not…" Peter fumbled over his words and then blurted out, "I didn't know I could kiss you!"

What?

Tony stared, incredulous. "You wouldn't kiss the omega you're mating?"

Peter's eyes jumped to him and with a shamed flush to his cheeks, he said, "I would but... You're Uncle Tony! I didn't think you'd want me to… How was I supposed to just kiss you like… on the lips?"

Ah… it suddenly made sense. In a proper setting, of course, Tony would instruct the boy on how to touch him. How to kiss him. But their lessons had not started in a proper manner due to Peter's overriding instincts going haywire.

And yet, Peter had managed to avoid kissing him because hadn't wanted to be rude, of all things.

It was… cute. That suddenly made everything much better and Tony's previous view of his nephew once again realigned.

Silly pup.

"So you fuck me but don't kiss me. That hurts, kid," Tony gently teased.

And because they were so in sync with one another, Peter groaned, knowing he was forgiven.

"Uncle Tony, I would've kissed you if I knew I could," he said with a whine, pressing closer against Tony's side and burying his face against the omega's shoulder.

Tony smiled, gotcha. He knew exactly how to proceed now and avoid all that… weird awkwardness in getting into the physical aspect of their lessons.

"Well, you can," Tony told him, matter of fact, "So. You should. Maybe I'll even revise my scoring since there was some misunderstanding…"

Peter looked up, eyes wide. "Right now? Like… right now?"

Tony smirked and caressed the boy's red cheek with gentle fingertips. "Unless you have some other excuse to give? You wanna keep the zero?"

Peter shivered under his touch, eyes still so wide. Tony could see the desire in them and it called up some of his own. This was good. Their compatibility was amazing, which was something Tony knew because they got along so well. Alpha and omega compatibility was different though so being compatible in this way… It was like the cherry on top of a sundae.

"I haven't gotten a zero on anything since like… ever…" Peter muttered, eyes dropping to Tony's lips and stayed there. "If it's okay then…"

Tony tilted the boy's face towards his in encouragement.

"I said it was okay, Pete, so go for it. I won't judge, promise," Tony told him. Peter gave him a look cause obviously he was judging if he was assigning points but still. "Okay, I won't judge harshly so go on already."

Peter stared at him a moment later and their faces were so close. He could count each of Peter's eyelashes if he wanted to. Then those eyelashes fluttered close and Peter leaned up, hands hesitatingly cradling Tony's face, and pressed his mouth chastely against Tony's.

It was over a second later and Peter pulled away.

"Was that okay, Uncle Tony?" Peter asked, eyes dipping to Tony's mouth eagerly before shooting up to Tony's eyes.

Tony felt a faint wiggle in the back of his mind, a suspicion…

"Was that your first kiss, sweetheart?" Tony asked.

Peter's expression shuttered but he gave a tight nod. "Yeah… Did I do okay…?"

Oh… oh… May was going to murder him if she found out the details of Peter's time with him. Losing his virginity before even having his first kiss…?

"It was perfect, Pete," Tony told him and it was for a first kiss. Peter had held him gently and had cautiously but eagerly kissed him. There hadn't been any tongue or anything remotely dirty about the kiss but it was Peter's first.

Tony hummed. "We can start the lessons now or… we can order food and watch a movie. Leave things for tomorrow so we can start fresh. What do you think? Had enough for today?"

Peter hesitated but didn't even have to think much before saying, "The sooner I learn, the better, right? I want to start… If you're okay with it, Uncle Tony."

"I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't up to it," Tony told him honestly. "Alright, so kissing… we can practice a bit, just see how things go and what feels natural."

"Okay," Peter breathed out, "Can I kiss you again then?"

"Yeah, you can kiss me again," Tony told him with a grin.

His nephew didn't need any more encouragement.

Fortunately, he didn't launch himself at Tony. Getting tackled once a day was more than enough. Peter did eagerly press against him, hands kind of hovering in the air, unsure of where to put them before he settled them on Tony's shoulders.

Their lips met again and it was the same close-mouthed kiss, innocent and sweet. Peter repeated this a few more times, breathing getting shaky at each one. Tony allowed it, letting the young alpha get a feel for it. Each time, Peter's hands slipped further down from his shoulders until finally, Tony guided one to the back of his neck and the other around his waist.

Peter eagerly obeyed and pulled his uncle close until their chests pressed against one another's.

Tony felt the need to take the next step so instead of letting Peter continue his cute closed-mouthed kisses, he cupped the alpha's face. When he moved away, Peter tried to follow but he held him off just long enough to instruct him.

"Open your mouth a little, pup," Tony instructed him and he could see Peter's eyes dilate. "I'll show you another way to kiss, the next step, if you will."

The sweet boy obeyed beautifully so when their mouths met again, Tony made sure to tilt his face just so… and let their mouths slide together in a more intimate kiss.

The omega hummed in approval when Peter's breath hitched in his throat and he pressed even more into his uncle. Their slips slotted together perfectly and just as Peter was getting used to kissing in this fashion, Tony introduced his tongue.

"Mm…!" Peter groaned, eyes squeezed shut and arms winding around Tony's back and almost crushing him with his strength.

Tony quickly reprimanded him with a harsh nip to his lip, one that made the alpha gasp and loosen his hold. Tony pressed his advantage, wrapping his arms around Peter's neck and controlling the kiss with the angle he was coming in.

It got hot and heavy fast. Tony could feel his nephew trying to control himself, most likely being urged by his instincts to push Tony down and cover his body so that no one else could see him. It was those possessive alpha instincts again, rearing its ugly head even when they were alone.

Maybe when Peter had better control, he'd allow it but for now, he slid his fingers into Peter's curls and with a harsh tug, pulled the alpha back so his throat was bared.

"Uhh!" Peter groaned, dark eyes wide and so so hungry.

His lips were kiss swollen and wet with spit, pretty lips parted open as he softly panted.

"Instincts riding you hard, hmm?" Tony murmured and at the sound of his voice, the younger alpha shuddered, hands twitching against Tony's back.

And just because he can, he reached down between Peter's legs and passed a perfunctory pass over the alpha's caged cock. Still caged, still soft.

The action had Peter whining a soft, "Uncle Tony…"

Ugh, it was such a pity that Tony had to be the responsible one.

His hips twitched into Tony's touch as though doing so would give him some sort of friction and therefore some relief. It wouldn't and they both knew it.

"Uncle Tony… Please…" Peter muttered, going lax in a truly un-alpha way. It was trusting… Submissive in nature. It fed Tony's appetite to dominate the younger alpha.

"I know, baby, I know. You're doing so well," Tony cooed to him.

He released the boy's hair and without further ado, shoved him so his back met the plush arm of the couch. In another second, Tony was on top and straddling his nephew, ass settled over his lap.

"You can touch," Tony told him and immediately Peter's hands were back on his waist, fingers no doubt eager to touch but still maintaining some sort of decency by keeping them above his ass.

The kissing resumed but now it was more of Tony consuming the boy, rubbing against his body, his ass grinding against his caged cock. The omega's scent filled the room, overpowering and domineering.

His poor nephew wasn't prepared. With the full assault of an omega's scent, Peter got drunk off it in seconds. The soft groans and pitiful moans his sweet boy made as he clutched Tony's waist with greedy hands were so delicious. It was just as addictive as his mouth, Tony decided.

He had no choice but to let Tony take control but he replicated everything his uncle did to him. Slow strokes of tongue against tongue, gentle and harsh nibbles to a plush nip.

Peter proved himself to be the quick learner that Tony always knew him to be. It became less of a lesson and more of an actual make-out. It was perfect, exactly how a young pup like Peter should learn. Tony hadn't even needed to nudge the boy into being aware of subtle cues, Peter seemed to pick it up naturally.

There were still moments when they didn't meet perfectly. Tony pulled back once and their noses bumped on the next kiss. It was a quick fix, Tony gently correcting their positions until their mouths slid wetly together, soft and perfect.

Once Tony was certain Peter got the hang of it, the omega gave one last tease of his tongue. He was delighted when Peter took initiative and swiped his tongue over Tony's, following the omega's invitation until they were once more kissing.

By the time Tony urged him back, they were both panting. Tony knew he was slicking up already and his cocklet was half hard. The boy was still caged though, he could feel the hard plastic of the cage against his ass and it gave him something nice and hard to rub against if he allowed it.

He wanted to but this wasn't about his pleasure so he refrained.

"Better," Tony praised him with a lick of his lips. "Much much better. I'd give that a three."

"Three…" Peter breathed. "If we keep going, can I get a four?"

The eagerness with which Peter asked made Tony chuckle.

"We can keep going, but we can change it up a bit."

He leaned back and Peter instantly followed, sitting up with the omega in his lap. He easily supported Tony's shifting weight and the omega leaned more into it, trusting his nephew to hold him.

"Here," Tony tilted his head to the side, fingertips tracing the delicate column of his neck. "Kiss here. No biting. Yet."

"Oh…" Peter breathed, more than excited.

"Kissing is more than lips and tongue, kid," Tony told him, trying to hide his own eagerness.

"Got it, Uncle Tony," Peter murmured before ducking his head and pressing his lips against Tony's neck.

At the first touch, Tony didn't hold back his reactions. Peter needed to learn not just what Tony was teaching him through words. He needed to learn how to read his partner's body, the subtle hints that would tell him to stop or continue.

"Ah… That's nice…" Tony breathed as Peter's warm breath caused his body to shiver in excitement.

The pup breathed heavily against the sensitive skin of his neck and Tony realized Peter was savoring the scent of him.

"You smell so good here, Uncle Tony," Peter told him, breathing deeply, lips pressed to skin.

"Hmm…" Tony hummed in acknowledgment, eyes closed and just enjoying the way Peter carried out his instructions.

The young alpha's affections were obvious as he pressed kiss after kiss onto his uncle's skin. He continued to obey Tony's rule of no biting, but Tony did feel the hint of teeth once or twice but it was never hard enough to actually count as a bite.

He allowed it, running his fingers through Peter's curls and urging him higher and higher until he was close enough to kiss again.

Bodies once more rubbed against each other, mouths and lips pressing together.

Peter groaned with his uncle on top of him, his hands finally slipping further down to cup Tony's ass.

"Uncle Tony…" Peter whined.

"No fucking tonight," Tony told him and still he pushed back against Peter's touch, sighing in pleasure when the alpha squeezed and groped his ass.

The young alpha whined at the statement but didn't try for anything. Good.

Hmm…

"How's the cage holding up?" Tony asked him.

It took a second for Peter to realize he was being asked a question but once he got it, he murmured the answer against Tony's collarbone.

"I'm not… hard… It kinda feels weird, like I know I should be but…" a harsh breath is exhaled against Tony's skin. "God, Uncle Tony… You smell so good… Taste good too, I just wanna put my mouth all over you… Taste you everywhere…"

Now, that sent a searing heat right through Tony's body and it was obvious in the way his scent spiked.

"Ah… If I had a category for dirty talk…" Tony sighed, leaning into Peter's hands and guiding the boy down to where his bathrobe was gaping open. "Would've given you a four off the bat."

"Uncle Tony…" Peter murmured, voice going soft and pleading. "Do you think I can kiss you… down here?"

He squeezed Tony's ass, a clear indication of just where he wanted to put his mouth next. The thought was tempting, very tempting. Tony hadn't had his pussy or ass eaten out in ages and looking into Peter's eager face, he was so so tempted to continue in this guise.

Reluctantly, Tony reigned himself in. He had plenty of time to teach the boy, he didn't need to rush. But God, this entire thing was turning out to be more of a lesson in patience for Tony.

"We'll add it to the list," Tony said, voice certain but mind screaming at the denial. The alpha pup was good with his tongue, Tony had learned, and he could only imagine how it'd feel against his holes. "For now, this is a lesson in affection and kissing, pup, so get back to it…"

And yet, Tony didn't lead Peter's mouth back to his. He guided the boy to his chest and Peter eagerly took the hint, running his tongue around a puffy areola before taking on the peaked nipples. The cheeky boy did slip one side of Tony's bathrobe down his arm in order to get better access.

The omega just shrugged the entire thing off, allowing it to pool around his waist.

The room was set at a nice warm temperature of 75° F so the full body shivers Tony experienced was all from Peter's hungry mouth suckling on him.

"Oh…" Tony groaned, head tilting back and back arching as Peter gently lapped at his nipple.

The empty feeling in between his legs ached and the more Peter played with his chest– one hand coming up to tweak the neglected one not in his mouth– the more Tony wanted to just hump against the hard ridge of the cock cage. His mind was becoming hazy in the growing pleasure and Peter wasn't faring any better.

Even when the alpha couldn't get hard, he was still a horny mess and following some of those instincts that wouldn't relent because he had an aroused omega in his grasp.

Peter's hips pushed against Tony's ass, the hard cage giving Tony such sweet friction where he wanted it. It had the omega clutching the pup's back, eyes squeezed shut and fighting against the rising force of his orgasm.

All the while, Peter's warm wet mouth made soft wet sucking sounds against his puffy nipple.

"Teeth–" Tony ended up gasping, "Just a little."

Tony groaned at the hint of teeth on his sensitive nipple. It was perfect.

Their hips were moving in rhythm now, even with Peter still caged. Thrust for thrust, both omega and alpha panting and spiraling from the scent of pheromones thickening in the air.

"Mm–" Tony sighed when Peter switched to the other nipple, leaving the one he abused peaked and shiny wet with his spit.

"Doing good, Pete… Such a good alpha," Tony praised him, fingertips massaging over his scalp. His back arched once more when Peter gave a particularly hard thrust, his arms keeping Tony in place so he felt the cage rub against him.

Fuck… Tony thought faintly. He just… really wanted to come. And considering how selfishly Peter had fucked him in the lobby, he was owed an orgasm or two.

But Tony was a generous lover and even if Peter had fucked him without reserve or thought for his own orgasm, he wasn't going to do the same. He wanted his partners to be satisfied, to be so out of their mind in pleasure that they were a boneless mess at the end.

So even though Tony had declared they'd only be kissing tonight… He reached into the pocket of his bathrobe and without Peter realizing, unbuckled his pants and slipped his hands in.

"Ah!" Peter's surprised moan meant he finally realized what was going on. "Uncle Tony, y-you're…! Oh, yes– yes, yes, yes! Thank you, Uncle Tony, thank you…!"

The cage came off and Tony was quick to wrap his hand around Peter's soft cock which didn't stay soft for long. With a lapful of omega and his uncle jerking him off, Peter's alpha cock grew rapidly, becoming hot and flushed with blood in seconds.

"Oh… oh… Uncle Tony… Uncle Tony…" Peter whined, hips bucking needily and completely out of control.

Like before, once his cock got some stimulation, he lost focus of what he was doing so sadly, Tony's stiff little nipples became neglected.

Tony led the boy's mouth back to his own and at least this time, compared to the first, Peter eagerly seized his mouth in a kiss.

"Just this once, kid," Tony panted against his mouth. His hand was already dripping wet with pre-cum, the alpha too excited and leaking furiously with every stroke. "Tomorrow– Tomorrow, we're getting down to business. But for tonight, gonna make you come, pup. Think we both deserve a little reward for the successful kissing lesson…"

"Oh… Mm… Love kissing you, Uncle Tony…" Peter moaned, staring at his uncle with dark eyes. 

"Mhmm…" Tony agreed, "My boy's a good kisser… Only had his first kiss today and already so good at it…"

Peter whined, the pleasure pushing him beyond words. His hips jerked, sloppy and hard, with every stroke of Tony's hand. And just like before, the poor pup didn't last long.

He barely had any warning before he was shooting off, but he did give something like a warning, an urgent "Uncle Tony–!"

It was an improvement.

One hand flew to his knot but was pushed away for Tony to take care of it.

The boy fell apart in his hands, his eager cock shooting off with a thick load despite having already come earlier. It made such a mess as he spilled in stripes and covered Tony's hand in a cloudy glaze and some spurts shot high enough that it splattered over the omega's exposed chest.

"God, kid, it's like you're so pent up even though I know that's not true…" Tony panted even as he eked out the last few drops from Peter's cock.

He eyed the thick cloudy drops of semen on his fingers and fuck it– he'd already gone back on what he was going to do, he might as well do what he wanted.

Tony popped his cum covered fingers in his mouth, licking off the taste of his nephew with a few swipes of his tongue.

"God, that's so hot, Uncle Tony…" Peter murmured, slumped against the couch but staring fascinated at the pink of Tony's tongue swiping over his fingers. Then he groaned miserably, "You didn't come."

"Hmm…" That was true and Tony was feeling a bit frustrated over it, but it wasn't something that couldn't be fixed.

"Let me eat you out, Uncle Tony…" Peter all but pleaded, but Tony shook his head. He was too… needy… to allow the kid time to explore and learn how to do it properly.

If he didn't take care of himself now, they were going to end up going at it, he just knew it. The pup's cock was already trying to perk up and Tony wanted to set some sort of boundary, okay.

"Just sit there and look pretty, alright?" Tony instructed as he took his own cock in hand and started to jerk off. He lifted himself from his nephew's lap, his other hand going between toned thighs and sinking two fingers where he was dripping wet.

"Watch," Tony breathed out, eyes drifting closed as he focused on his own pleasure.

Watch and learn. A flimsy instruction but Tony just wanted to get off so he pushed his body quickly to the edge.

With his fingers soothing some of the ache and his cocklet getting some attention, it was easy for Tony to get there.

Surprisingly, the thing that pushed him over the edge was a soft wet mouth closing over his nipple. His eyes flew open at a harsh suck, a strangled "Pete–" as he wobbled on his knees.

The alpha's arms stabilized him, Peter's hooded eyes looking at him hungrily.

"Ugh…!" Tony came with his nephew's mouth on his nipple and one hand jerking his cocklet while the other stuffed his pussy.

The orgasm swept all reason away, and when he collapsed against the pup, Peter nuzzled against his sweat damp neck.

"Fuck, kid…" Tony said once he regained his breath. "You're such a Stark… Only wanna listen when it works for you, huh?"

Peter kissed his neck and gently eased Tony's fingers from between his legs. Then he was licking the slick from Tony's fingers and that was answer enough.

"Brat…" Tony said fondly even as Peter gave him a cheeky smile and licked his lips.

They kissed again, leisurely this time, and the taste shared between them– Peter's cum and Tony's slick… Delicious.

#starker #madstarker writes #nff #omegaverse #starkercest #madstarker: how to train your rutting alpha #uncle tony #sfstarkercest23

[thenationaltreasuregazette]

Really?? Nicolas Cage and the Art of Weirdness

It’s kind of strange that Nicolas Cage is the star of National Treasure, right? Tame, family-friendly Disney flicks aren’t exactly his brand.

While the casting still strikes me as an odd choice sometimes, I am eternally, supremely, primordially grateful that he took the role of Ben Gates.

As I touched on while discussing Abigail’s Accent, National Treasure isn’t a film with a lot of subtly or nuance. At least, it wasn’t going to be until it slowly morphed throughout production, as giant collaborative projects tend to do.

Just like Diane Kruger brought nuance and depth to the role of Abigail Chase through both her acting choices and the presence of her accent, Nicolas Cage transformed Ben Gates from a generic action-adventure hero into something far superior: an awkward, obsessive forty year old man.

To fully appreciate the Nic Cage of it all, let’s begin with what the role looked like before he signed on.

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For those unfamiliar, there’s a version of the National Treasure script available online that’s dated from the month before Cage signed on as the lead. It’s hugely fascinating in the ways it’s the same as, and also wildly different from, the finished film. You can read more about it here.

Age

The first major effect casting had was changing Ben’s age. In the 2003 script he’s introduced as

…intrepid explorer BEN GATES(late 20s, strong family resemblance)

Obviously Nic Cage was not in his late 20s in 2004. Born in 1964, he was 39/40 when the film shot and 40 by the time it came out.

We know from Ben Gates’ drivers license that his character is supposed to be 39 in the first film, as his birthday is shown as May 1965. Why the one year difference? Hollywood is allergic to people over 40. Next question.

So, Ben went from a 20-something to a (basically) 40 year old man. And that changed the story in a few subtle but important ways.

First, it makes Ben’s quest take on a different flavor. To be in your late 20s and still chasing a pipe dream is not that unusual or socially unacceptable. People in their 20s do stupid, impulsive, risky things. They are socially ‘allowed’ to be a mess. At 40, not so much. Ben’s peers have houses and families and kids who need to be taken to soccer practice.

This makes a difference to me because it emphasizes the desperation of Ben’s quest, and his absolutely unwavering belief in the treasure. It also paints a starker contrast between Ben and his father, because when Patrick was 29 he was still gallivanting around treasure hunting too. By the time Patrick was the age Ben is now, he had disavowed treasure hunting and “grown up” into a normal life. But Ben just won’t let go. The older Ben gets, the less hope Patrick has that he will eventually grow out of it. At 29 that kind of hope would still feel possible for his son. At 39, it probably doesn’t.

Hotness

I’m so sorry that we have to talk about this, but we do.

Ben Gates was clearly written to be played by a hot young actor. That’s hot as in popular, and also as in sexy.* A typically implausibly fit and handsome leading man. This is evidenced not only by his age, but by the two (2) shirtless scenes written for Ben in the 2003 script.

Ben Gates is supposed to be hot.

And Nicolas Cage is...I'm not going to say "not hot," lord knows I'm on the being-normal-about-that-old-man webbed site but sex appeal not the primary reason you cast him.

What Nic Cage is know for is being weird.

*I’m aroace and vaguely sapphic, help me I don’t know what I’m doing here.

Weirdness

Weird. Eccentric. Zany. Over-the-top. Melodramatic.

These are the qualities Nicolas Cage is famous for, but they aren’t qualities the role of Ben Gates necessarily calls for. In fact, too far in any of these directions, and the performance could push an already implausible movie over the edge into farce. We wouldn’t take Ben or his quest seriously enough to get invested in the story.

But Nicolas Cage knew that. For as absurd as the iconic “I’m gonna steal the Declaration of Independence” line is, it's the premise that's ridiculous, not the performance. This isn’t the place to find one of Cage's signature zany performances. Search any number of "Craziest Nicolas Cage performances" lists and National Treasure won't rank. He tones it down enough that Ben feels like a rather grounded person in an over-the-top story.

However, he doesn’t tone it down completely, and that is so important.

The little places where Cage lets a hint of his signature weirdness flicker through round out Ben as a character, and give him more (or at least a different flavor of) nuance than he might have had in other hands, particularly if he were cast and played as a typically suave and macho leading man.

Case Study (Cage Study?)

Let’s look at this line from the 2003 script. This is what the FBI has to say when they’re searching Ben’s apartment.

AGENT JOHNSON Profilers say we're looking at an adult male, a loner, has a high IQ but has never been able to hold down a job, is socially inept, has probably written numerous letters to the White House expressing antigovernment sentiments. We're expecting him to contact us shortly with ransom demands.

This line is supposed to show us how off the mark the FBI is in their theory. The joke is that they’re all wrong about Ben.

Except, are they?

In this version of the script, every one of these items after “adult male” is incorrect.

Ben’s not a loner; he’s been working with Riley for 7 years.

He hasn’t not been able to hold down a job, he’s been salvage diving and treasure hunting consistently.

He’s not socially inept; he’s a ladies man. We hear multiple references to past girlfriends, and of course there’s Patrick’s assumption that Abigail's pregnant.

And obviously he hasn’t expressed anti-government sentiment and has no plans to ransom the Declaration, even in exchange for his own freedom.

What I want to argue here is that with the casting of Nicolas Cage, most of these false assumptions about Ben became true, at least a little bit. Of course there were many forces at work shaping the final tone and content of the film, but all of them—writing, directing, acting, costume design, etc—became oriented around fitting this character to the man playing him.

Loner

In the final film, Ben is a bit of a loner. He doesn’t seem to have known Riley for that long, and he immediately gets betrayed by the only other person he’s close to. His status as an outsider is emphasized by the fact that he and his family have been ostracized from the historical community.

In the 2003 script, this element isn’t present and Ben gives a fake name for other reasons. We also meet his landlady, whom he’s very kind to, and hear about at least one former girlfriend. In short, we get a sense of the web of people in Ben’s life outside of the treasure hunt. In the final film, Ben is seemingly much more isolated.

Job

We also get no evidence about Ben’s job. The 2003 script makes multiple references to Ben working as a salvage diver, which might not be what he hopes for, but it is a clear profession. In the final movie we only get reference to Ben being trained at the Naval Diving and Salvage Training Center, which implies that he’s qualified to work at a salvage diver, but gives no indication that this is what he regularly does for work.

We also have Patrick saying:

PATRICK I have a job, a house, health insurance. What do you have?

The contrast makes it clear that Ben doesn’t have any kind of consistent job. Now, my guess is he does still work salvage jobs in this version, and that’s how he affords his apartment and the other things he needs to keep treasure hunting, but it’s never directly mentioned.

As to why he doesn’t hold down a job, the obvious answer is that it would interfere with his relentless pursuit of the Charlotte and the Templar Treasure. It makes sense that he simply chooses not to keep a consistent job because that’s not compatible with his goals. However, I want to raise the possibility that Ben would struggle to hold down a job even if he tried. If, say, he needed some expensive new diving equipment and took a several months long “normal” job in order to afford it, I think he’d be constantly distracted by the treasure and might quit and/or get fired the next time he needed to dash off on a lead.

Socially inept

Likewise, in the final movie, Ben is charming and clever and all the things a leading man is supposed to be, and also awkward and fairly socially clueless.

On the Charlotte he seems surprised that Ian and his guys turn out to be armed criminals, so either he was so desperate for resources and support to continue the hunt that he’s in denial or he’s very bad at reading people. Or at least, very bad at reading Ian. Maybe both. (There’s also the matter of his very poor attempt at bluffing in this scene.)

He’s awkward with Abigail in their meeting in her office, and even more awkward giving the toast. She even points out to him that he says the poetic things that are on his mind even though most people know they're not supposed to do that.

Then of course we have the “cavalier in my personal life” exchange, which I plan to dig into in depth at a later time, but for now let’s leave it at: Ben is not always on the same page as the people he’s in relationships with.

And there’s the very strange reading of the line “really?” after Ben and Abigail survive the collapsing staircase sequence. He’s amazed that he’s met someone who would also prioritize a historical artifact over personal safety, and he delivers the line just…weirdly.

Conclusion

He’s weird! (affectionate)

Ben Gates is a weird guy!

By the final film, Ben Gates had become a hybrid of the thing he was always supposed to be—a suave, swashbuckling hero—and the thing he was not supposed to be—a weirdo outcast on the fringes of society.

To draw a comparison to another popular Disney adventure flick that came out the year before: Ben was supposed to be the Will Turner of National Treasure, the hunky young underdog who always gets the girl. By casting Nicolas Cage and letting him bring a little history and a little weirdness to the role, Ben Gates ended up edging just a liiiiiiittle bit into Jack Sparrow territory as well.

He occupies both spaces, and I think that duality serves to deepen his character and make him far more interesting than if he was a straight-forward action-adventure hero.

Hooray for weird middle-aged men.

#the national treasure gazette #national treasure #ben gates #nicolas cage #national treasure meta #articles

[babybatscreationsv2]

Upskirt ch6

Marvel | Starker

Someone has been taking pictures up Peter's skirt when he's not looking and poor Peter has found their blog.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Warnings and tags below

Warnings and tags: femboy!Peter, public sex, teacher/student, romnoncon, spanking, threesome, thigh fucking, face fucking

The weekend dragged on for much too long. Peter did his best to use his free time to get caught up on homework and studying, but he just kept thinking about his teacher. He checked the blog a million times a day, but there were no new pictures. He half expected there to be one of him with Tony's cum on his face. He'd definitely taken one. Peter supposed it would get them both into trouble if someone recognized his face. Covering your student in cum was definitely a firing offense if not a crime.

He was up early Monday morning. He told his aunt he would most likely be late again before running out the door. His heart raced all the way down the street and onto the subway platform. It was the usual morning crowd full of barely awake zombie faces. Everyone sipped coffee or scrolled on their phones. The train pulled up and they squeezed their way on. Peter didn't see Mr. Stark anywhere, but he rarely did. Still he was disappointed. He need it.

The subway began to move along and that's when Peter spotted Mr. Stark standing a few spots ahead. His teacher looked back and met his eye. He shot him a wink that he felt in his groin. He didn't seem interested in pushing his way through to Peter. It was even worse to have seen him and still not get what he wanted, but maybe he could volunteer to stay after to help 'grade homework'.

Peter jumped as someone touched him. A curious hand fondled his ass through his skirt. He stared at the back of his teacher's head across the train. Did he know? Was that why he looked back at him?

When he didn't pull away, that hand grew bolder just as Mr. Stark once had. It slipped under his skirt and calloused knuckles ran over the curve of his ass where it stuck out the bottom of his panties. Peter licked his lips. He wanted him to touch him he needed it. Whoever this person was, they didn't seem to have the same reservations Mr. Stark had started with. They reached between his legs, forcing him to shift his feet apart, and palmed his cock rubbing and squeezing as if he were some sort of toy.

They played with him for a while, getting him fully hard and embarrassingly close, before stopping. Their hands traced his waist up to his chest and found his nipples under his shirt. His mouth dropped open, but he choked back the squeal that almost escaped. They pinched and tugged and it had Peter humping the air and desperate.

Mr. Stark looked back and watched him for a moment with amusement. He'd definitely set this up, whoever it was. Peter swallowed. Mr. Rogers? Mr. Stark had promised to call him after their talk about how fuckable he was. He was so rough and Mr. Stark was so mean and if the two of them didn't give him the nastiest spit roasting possible he would going to simply die.

As the train reached its stop, the hands went away. Peter stood, panting, nipples hard under his shirt and cock aching in his panties. When it came time to move, he was stuck until the person behind him nudged him forward.

He didn't look back. Not until he reached the front of the school. Sure enough, Mr. Stark was walking and talking with Mr. Rogers. They spotted him and Mr. Stark grinned while Mr. Rogers looked hungry. Peter almost wanted to laugh. If Mr. Stark wasn't going to fuck him, Mr. Rogers definitely would. He looked like he wanted to throw him down on the sidewalk and fuck him like a dog.

Now he had two classes that he could barely survive. Mr. Roger's class was early in the morning. The man acted like he didn't know Peter existed, but Peter's nipples were still hard under his shirt from where he'd touched him. Or maybe they'd hardened up when he came into the room. He wasn't sure. He couldn't think straight. Mr. Stark's class wasn't any better. He didn't take in a word being said. He was busy remembering the taste of his cock.

At the end of the day, he ran back to Mr. Stark's room. The room was empty. Peter stood beside, Mr. Stark's desk. It was just the same old desk that had always been there, but now looking at it just made him horny.

The classroom door closed. Peter jumped, quickly turning around. Mr. Rogers stood by the door with his arms crossed over his chest.

"How long have you been letting strangers molest you in public?" he asked. He didn't hide the disgust his voice. As if he wasn't the one who had done the 'molesting'. Peter's face burned. He didn't know how to answer that, but it sure seemed like the man expected an answer.

"I uh..."

His eyebrows raised. His arms dropped. He marched across the room with heavy steps backing Peter into the desk. His hand gripped his chin. "You are a little slut aren't you? I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt. Thought you were sweet, but you're not are you?"

Peter whimpered. He seemed so angry. Like Peter's lack of morals was a personal affront. He wanted to argue that the teacher was really no better, but he couldn't find his voice. Mr. Roger's grabbed his wrist and Peter flinched. He brought it to his crotch and pressed Peter's palm against his erection.

"That's what you do to the grown men who see you bouncing around like somebody's toy. You've got us all walking around thinking the most disgusting thoughts about you and you love it don't you?" He let go of Peter's wrist. His knuckles trailed up his thigh and under his skirt. "Well... it's my job to teach you after all."

He let go of Peter's chin to turn him around. He pushed down on his back, bending him over the desk. His arm knocked over Mr. Stark's pens and they rolled across the floor. One hand held the back of his neck. He shivered at the sound of a belt coming undone.

Finally.

He was so ready for it. He was starving. Mr. Rogers grabbed the bottom of his skirt and flipped it up around his waist, but rather than a hand pulling down his panties he felt the cool leather of the man's belt touching his thigh.

Peter jumped as he heard the door click. The hand on his neck kept him from moving.

"Started without me? And I invited you to my party," Mr. Stark said.

"I'm just doing my civic duty and teaching the youth."

"He's a really slow learner. You're gonna need some help making sure the lesson sticks."

"Could use some help making sure the rest of the staff don't come running."

Mr. Stark chuckled. "I have just the thing."

He heard the sound of another belt coming undone. Mr. Rogers manhandled him until he his head could hang off the side of the desk. Mr. Stark walked around, pants hanging open, stroking his cock. Peter licked his lips. The teacher smirked.

"You know what to do don't you?"

Peter opened his mouth as he came close. He moaned as his teacher's cock filled up his mouth. And screamed when Mr. Rogers struck his ass with the belt.

"Perfect," Mr. Stark sighed. He pushed himself into Peter's throat. Tears welled in his eyes as he choked. Mr. Stark wiped them away while a grin.

"Never took you for a sadist," Mr. Rogers commented.

"Me? No, I just love teaching my favorite student how to be a more upstanding citizen."

Mr. Rogers scoffed. "Sure, Stark."

"Isn't that what you're doing?"

"Of course." He struck him again with the belt and Peter squealed. Mr. Stark kept his cock in his mouth, though it didn't actually do much to quiet him, while Mr. Rogers spanked him. His ass heated up quickly, stinging more and more and with each strike of the belt until he thought it had to be bleeding, but when his teacher stopped and ran his hands over his ass he didn't feel any broken skin.

Mr. Rogers knelt behind him and pulled down his panties. "Nice and red," he mused. "Have you learned your lesson yet, Peter?"

He tried to say yes, but his mouth was too stuffed. Mr. Stark just laughed. "I think he wants more, Steve."

A hand palmed his sore flesh. "I think so, too." Rough hands spread his ass open. Peter jumped and then moaned as his teacher's tongue swiped over his hole.

"Oh he loved that, listen to him," Mr. Stark said. He slowly fucked his mouth while Mr. Rogers ate him out. It felt so good, that tongue pressing over his hole, running around his rim, running down over his taint and back up. He couldn't do anything but spread his legs asking for more. Mr. Rogers slurped up the mess he'd made with his own spit and Peter shivered at how dirty that was.

He picked up the belt again. Peter whined.

"Press your legs together. I don't think you want your balls in the way." He grabbed Peter's hips and positioned him with his ass a little higher and his cock and balls against the desk where they were safe but uncomfortable.

He screamed again as the belt struck his ass. Neither one of his teachers seemed interested in being gentle with him now. Mr. Stark fucked his face while Mr. Rogers belted him. They had him rocking against the desk, hanging on desperately to the surface. The desk top was too hard, but it made no difference to his cock at this point.

"You're not getting close are you?" Mr. Stark teased. "I think you're enjoying this too much."

Mr. Rogers stopped and sighed. "We're trying to help you here, Peter. How are you ever going to learn like this?" He grabbed his hips and pulled him back from the desk.

"Hey, I was using that," Mr. Stark complained.

"He's not going anywhere. I'm just fixing the problem." He turned Peter around and pushed him onto his back. Mr. Rogers moved him around so easily, like he weighed nothing. He positioned him again with his head hanging so Mr. Stark could use his mouth. He could get so much deeper at this angle and he didn't care when Peter choked and spit ran down his face.

Mr. Rogers grabbed his legs and pulled them straight up in the air. Peter moaned as he felt his cock against his ass.

"I've got dibs on that," Mr. Stark growled.

"Easy. I'm happy with this." His cock squeezed between Peter's thighs, sliding against his cock. He whined desperately with every thrust of his teacher's hips, especially when he dug his fingers into his skin and his hips smacked against his sore ass. It felt so good. One teacher stretching out his throat while the other used his thighs.

"Fuck," Mr. Rogers moaned. "Such a filthy little boy."

"Told you so," Mr. Stark laughed.

Mr. Rogers squeezed his thighs tighter together. He fucked him like he should have fucked his hole. Peter held on to the desk top feeling like he might fall off. Then Mr. Roger's groaned and he could feel the wet spurts of his cum all over his cock and the inside of his skirt.

"There," he sighed. "I'll let you jack off with my cum." He swatted Peter's sore ass as he took a step back. Peter was quick to wrap a hand around himself. Mr. Stark kept fucking his throat. Every time he gagged it made his cock throb. Drool had run down into his eye, but he loved it.

"That's a good whore," Mr. Stark purred. "Make yourself cum while I bruise your throat. You won't be able to speak when I'm done with you, but that's not what your mouth is for anymore is it?"

Peter moaned. He pumped his cock with his fist full of his teacher's cum and in no time he was cumming, too. Mr. Stark pulled out of his mouth and let him catch his breath. Even his breathing was raspy and painful and it just made him want to cum again. He felt so used.

He slid down off the desk. The disgusting mess under his skirt stuck to his skin. "Here, we don't want to waste all of that do we?" Mr. Rogers said. He bent and pulled up Peter's panties.

"I've got one more for you," Mr. Stark said. "Lift the skirt up."

Peter did what he was told. Mr. Stark pulled his panties down enough to aim his cock inside while he stroked himself. He sighed happily as he came, filling up his panties all the more before pulling them back up. Peter felt like he could barely stand. It was too good, his brain felt like mush and his cock was hard again.

"I hope you learned something," Mr. Rogers scolded.

"Yeah, Peter," Mr. Stark said with a grin. "If you keep running around like a slut this is what dirty old men are gonna do to you."

Peter smiled. "Is that a promise?" His voice was raspy and broken.

Mr. Rogers chuckled. "I guess there's no saving a whore after all."

#starker #marvel #romnoncon

[drabbles-mc]

Nobody's Business

Rick Flag & Harley Quinn, past Rick Flag x June Moone

For @the-slumberparty's Bingo challenge! Bingo square: Monster Fucking

Warnings: 18+, language, angst

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Is this a loose interpretation of the prompt 'monster fucking'? Perhaps! Was it fun to write anyway? You betcha! I love me a little Rick & Harley moment. No one can take that from me lmao. Also, shout-out to to @garbinge because honestly if we hadn't talked earlier I don't know if I would've ever gotten around to tackling this prompt haha.

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“So,” Rick grumbled as everyone started to make their way back to the chopper, “from now on I guess we gotta split up the teams a little differently.”

Harley was cackling as she walked beside him. “Why?”

He shot her an annoyed glare. The issues that unfolded weren’t her fault at all, but she definitely knew what the issues were and why he was making the decisions that he was. “You know why.”

She was still laughing, nearly doubled over. She desperately wanted to hear him say it, but she had a feeling that she wasn’t going to be successful in that. It would’ve been funny, though, to hear Rick talking about how they have to restructure how they split up because two members of their team got caught hooking up while they were out in the field and supposed to be doing literally anything other than that. When their comms had gone silent out of nowhere, Rick had split away from Harley to go and check to make sure that they hadn’t gotten killed or captured. What he found was something that he wasn’t ever going to be able to burn from his memory no matter how hard he tried.

“You shouldn’t be kink-shamin’ on the job, Flag,” she said, mostly joking but her tone just serious enough to get a rise out of the man walking with her.

“They shouldn’t be,” he shook his head, sputtering to get the words out, “kink-anything on the job!”

“You never said that.”

Rick tossed his bag up into the helo with a shake of his head. “Didn’t think it needed to be said.”

“Now you know for next time.”

“There ain’t gonna be a next time.”

Harley was giggling at the thought of it. She wished that she could’ve been there to see the look on Rick’s face in person, although she had to assume that his expression when she saw him even a few minutes after the fact must’ve been pretty close. She could only imagine what his face would be like if something like that ever did happen again. It wasn’t completely out of the question. Each time their team went out they were essentially heading out to die, after all.

“Maybe you should try it,” Harley said with a laugh as she plopped down in the seat beside him, their backs against the wall of the chopper.

“Try what?” he asked as he clipped the straps across his chest to keep him in place. He regretted the words as soon as they came out of his mouth but there was no taking them back now.

“I dunno, I’m just sayin’, maybe a little monster-fucking would loosen you up a bit.”

“Harley,” he snapped, keeping his voice quiet but sharp.

“What?!” she sounded genuinely shocked that he responded that way. “It might help!”

He shook his head. “We’re not talking about this.”

She shrugged, relaxing a bit as they prepared to take off and head back to Belle Reve. “Alright. Still don’t know why you’re clutching your pearls like it’s something you’ve never done before.”

His head snapped to look at her. “What?”

“What?”

He knew better than to let the conversation continue, but he was so confused and annoyed that he couldn’t help himself. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You and the Doctor, right?”

Rick’s face hardened instantly, annoyance shifting into something much starker than that. “Don’t.”

“But—”

He cut her off. “Harley, shut it.” He shook his head. “It wasn’t like that with June.”

“June!” Harley exclaimed, the name unlocking part of her memory. “Right. Enchantress.”

“She’s not—” he stopped himself short, trying not to get more worked up than it was worth. “Her name’s June, Harley. And it wasn’t,” he sighed, “it wasn’t like that.”

“Alright,” she held her hands up in mock surrender, “it wasn’t like that.”

It was quiet between them for a few minutes. Rick’s mind was miles and months away from where he was currently sitting next to Harley. Memories playing in rapid succession as he stared down at the toes of his boots. He thought back on it all, wishing that it could’ve ended differently but also knowing that there really wasn’t any other way for it to end. His frown deepened the more that he thought about it.

Harley’s voice pulled him back to the present, chirping the words out beside him. “Still think you should try it.”

He let out a deep sigh. “I’m not talkin’ about this with you.”

She turned to look at him even though he wasn’t looking at her anymore. “You had a girlfriend since her? Or at least, y’know—”

“I said I’m not talkin’ about this.”

Harley nodded. “So that’s a no.”

Rick shook his head, still not looking at her. “You haven’t had a boyfriend since the clown got blown out of the sky.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the way that Harley flinched at that. He almost felt bad.

“Least I got an excuse—you’re not in prison.”

Rick chuckled humorlessly. “Might as well be.”

“’Cause you miss her that much?” she asked, her tone much more genuine than it had been before. There was hurt in her eyes, some of it on Rick’s behalf, most of it thinking about her own situation.

“Do you not know how to drop it?” Rick asked her, exasperated.

“You never answer my questions!”

“Because it’s not your fuckin’ business!”

“C’mon, Flag, we’re friends! Sure it’s my business.”

“We’re not—” he cut himself off. He was about to say that they weren’t friends, but when he stepped back and really looked at his life these days, she was one of the closest things that he had to one. “Doesn’t make it your business.”

Harley frowned, watching him intently even though he refused to look over at her. “Can I ask you somethin’?”

“No,” he answered without hesitation.

Just as he figured, his response didn’t stop her from asking anyway. “How long did it take to get over it?”

Rick let out a heavy sigh, shutting his eyes and relaxing as much as he could force his body to given the current circumstances. “I’ll let you know when it happens.”

#the suicide squad #suicide squad #suicide squad fanfic #the suicide squad fanfic #rick flag #harley quinn #rick flag x harley quinn #rick flag x june moone #harley quinn x rick flag #navy and roos sleepover #navy and roo's sleepover #slumber party #rick flag fanfiction #harley quinn fanfiction #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

[starkerfestivals]

StarkerFestivals Omegaverse Prompts

Hello! This event's coming out a bit late but here it is! StarkerFestivals' month(ish) long Omegaverse Prompts! More Starker + Omegaverse!

Duration: March 2024

Rules:

No minimums, all content accepted 💗 However you want to imagine Starker in an omegaverse setting, go for it!

One prompt per created content unless it's a multi chapter fic. Prompts for multichapter fics can be claimed 1 per chapter. (Another example: If you create a one-shot fic and a moodboard, you may claim 2 prompts. 3 chapter fic and moodboard = allowed to claim up to 4)

Tags: #SFOmegaverse24

AO3 Collection: #SFOmegaverse24

Prompts:

Heats / Ruts

Bonding

Nesting

Presenting

Courting

Top Omegas

Mating Run

#starker #starkerfestivalsevents #starker event #info #sfomegaverse24

[kulekrizpy]

after the third, the underworld series really drops the ball on the main themes of the og. the fourth wasn’t bad, and was about new characters since they couldn’t get michael back, but still relied on selene having a character directly linked to her (honestly, i thought she was a clone at first lol)

but the 5th movie twists grabs and retcons everything in such a ridiculous way. felt annoyed at the new surprise bad guy (who my brother repeatedly described as a discount lucian with michael’s face)

overall, it’s just a messy script. any tension raised was resolved within ten minutes. no pacing to be found. they talk about manipulating the council, then do it in its entirety the next scene. they show a character randomly have a birthright thrust in his face, his rejection of it, and his acceptance of it in basically one long single scene. the power struggles are ill-defined and the new villain (marius?) had a stupider connection to michael than necessary

i felt like they really missed the opportunity of selene and michael leading a new era of combined communities (i know they couldn’t get the actor back but honestly at some point you can’t make any more without one of the central characters)

the first two were about a couple who both embodied a mix of the old and new and the progress of seeing past prejudice. the third was a prequel, context putting the next generation’s victory into even starker relief

the world building was tight, the cast served cunt, and the costuming, sets, and practical effects fucked severely

and now there is almost none of the og cast, the new ones do NOT serve cunt, and they’re honestly not doing the universe justice. by now you’d think the symbolic joining of their peoples would begin to be realized, or that they would work together to not be annihilated. instead they made lycans the new shadow govt, killed michael off twice basically, and made the whole world about the past in a way that doesn’t resonate with the story’s themes as much as it uses the original cast to prop up the new one

also i don’t think selene got to smile almost at all for these last two movies lmao. like damn dude

again, the fifth movie really just stomped all over and basically copied every cool moment from the previous films with shittier costumes and less convincing actors. the cgi was fine but a huge loss in the practical effects. the editing was truly overdone. the camera was never allowed to linger

also none of the villains can live up to viktor and marcus, and the new guy meant to be the male lead just can’t make it man. the surprise connection to yet another elder felt hamfisted

selene becomes a super shifting vampire. honestly it looked pretty cool but it was so random

my final complaint: WHY ARENT THE VAMPIRES AS SWAGGY?? the costuming, poise, and fighting should be smooth and fierce. instead it was too rough. it felt like they ran out of money to make the really good shots

#underworld #kk watches underworld

[starker1975]

Hi!! Would you ever write a one shot or sequel to give yourself a try? It’s a fantastic fic!

Also I love disorder too and would love something else from that universe 🤗

You’re such a talented writer and I enjoy your works, thank you so much!

Hello!! Thank you so much for your kind words. 🥹🖤

I honestly never thought of adding more to GYAT but I might if a specific idea came to me. There was one amazing spin off idea someone asked me if they could write and I said yes, so maybe we have that to look forward to in the future. (I know they’re busy writing something else rn though but fingers crossed they end up doing it bc it’s super cool.)

Disorder though I’d definitely intended to make more. My first idea was to make an AU where Peter stuck with Bucky as his trainer so I could make it WinterSpider. But I think that idea faded bc Disorder is so special, truly my fic baby, so I don’t think I could make it not Starker at this point, it feels kind of like cheating.🥺😩 I’d also considered versions where Peter was a girl so I could really project onto him, but idk. Maybe a snapshot of their future would be cute. Idk if id make it sad and have Peter slip up again, or make Tony slip up. Or if I’d make it happy and just have them exercising together 20 years later, and Peter’s whipping Tony’s ass bc he’s younger and fitter than ever. But that would also make it sad bc Tony would be getting old 😭😭😭😭😭 It’s so conflicting which is why I haven’t done anything lmao.

But if you have any ideas let me know!! If one sticks I’d totally be interested in writing a little something. 🖤🖤🖤

#ask #gyat #disorder