#sfsummerbingo23

[muse-of-gods]

Peter had always known that he would have an arranged marriage at some point. Being the only heir of one of the richest families in the kingdom, people had asked for his hand ever since was born. But he would have never imagined that his betrothed would be the Dark King, his Royal Highness Tony Stark.

Peter had met him once at a ball about a year ago, shortly before the queen had died under mysterious circumstances. The king was charming, asking him for several dances, and had followed him with his eyes for the rest of the night. And now Peter would take the place by the king's side.

For @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo 2023: Arranged Marriage

[starker-sorbet]

New parent Tony making sure his new baby gets lots of cuddles and physical affection to ensure his child never has to be as touch starved as he was as a child. Something his husband Peter has definitely noticed if the smiles with a hint of sadness at the sight are anything to go by.

@starkerfestivals 2023 summer bingo fill: B2 - Touch starved

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[belladonnabedlam]

Starker Festival Summer Bingo 23

Not….yet.

"Daddy...Daddy please."

"No."

"Oh...GOD!"

"Just a little longer. You're being such a good boy ."

"Please. Please Daddy. May I cum Daddy? Please Daddy?"

".......Not yet, bambino. Not....yet."

@starkerfestivals

[graceful-starker]

Please Just This Once

Summary: The aftermath of Tony accidentally gets roofied by Peter and Peter takes advantage of this situation.

@starkerfestivals’s bingo square: Overwhelmed

(Part 2/2)

Warnings: dubcon mention, manipulation mention, they both get off on it, unsafe sex, dark(ish)!Tony and Peter.

Notes: Trans!Peter, wc = 3533, I'm so sorry this is a day late!! I still suck at endings, but I tried to wrap it up nicely <3

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Tony’s hand glides across to Peter’s cheek, the fingers moving almost lovingly, featherlight and sweet. Peter almost leans into them. 

He’s so confused. He doesn’t understand how he got here, to Tony looking at him like that and not with Peter being thrown out on his ass with hatred in Tony’s eyes. He doesn’t really understand why Tony isn’t angry, or at least hurt by what Peter did. 

Tony’s smile turns sharp, and those fingers drift up to twist meanly in Peter’s hair. Peter cries out, the sharp sting unexpected yet not unwelcome. “I want you to get me hard again. And then, I want you to let me show you how I would choose to fuck you. That’s what I want you to do.”

Peter swallows thickly, nodding quickly despite the tight grip on his hair. He obediently reaches up to wrap his hand around Tony’s cock, ignoring the hiss of overstimulation and stroking it slowly. “Anything you want,” Peter whispers, and regrets it almost immediately based on the way Tony’s eyes glint. 

Tony smiles, showing off far too many teeth, and pulls Peter closer to his cock by the hair. “I want to fuck your throat. I want to take what I want from you, since you took what you wanted from me.” He doesn’t push Peter any further, just keeps him there while his eyes search Peter’s face. 

Tony is playing a game, one where he acts like he wants revenge. But he’s asking for permission at every step, clearly communicating everything he wants to do. It’s such a stark contrast from earlier, when Peter took everything he wanted without asking, when he cried and begged until Tony caved. 

It makes something hot and heavy burn in Peter’s stomach, and he can’t decide if it’s shame or lust. Maybe both. 

Peter doesn’t verbally answer, he just opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, looking up at Tony with wide eyes. If Tony’s cock twitching in his hand is any indication, Tony seems to approve. 

Tony licks his lips, pushing Peter’s hand away and taking himself in his own grip. “Put your hands on my knees and keep them there.” Peter obeys without hesitation, squeezing lightly. “Don’t move them,” Tony threatens, but it’s more of a promise because Peter is pretty sure that’s what he’s supposed to do if he wants Tony to stop.

He doesn’t want Tony to stop. He doesn’t ever want Tony to stop. 

Tony slips the head of his cock into Peter’s waiting mouth, rubbing the head teasingly over Peter’s tongue. Peter whines in the back of his throat, cheeks pink and eyes sliding half closed. Tony's cock head twitches on the tip of Peter’s tongue, so Peter makes the noise again and shuffles impatiently closer on his knees. 

If Peter hadn’t been sure before, he is now; he is undeniably a cock slut. 

Tony hums, twisting his fingers harder in Peter’s hair and forcing his face down. Peter has about half of Tony’s cock in his mouth when the older man stops, keeping Peter still by the hair. He whines again and suckles on what he already has access to, eyes flicking between Tony’s crotch and his eyes pleadingly. 

“Haven’t you already selfishly taken everything you wanted? Isn’t it my turn?” Tony’s eyes glint in a way that makes a spark of fear shoot up Peter’s spine. 

He’s surprised to find he doesn’t find it unpleasant. No; instead it makes Peter’s heart speed up, and it makes him throb between his legs. 

Peter forces himself to relax, to allow Tony to do whatever he wants. Even if all he wants is to stay there and tease Peter forever; Tony is owed it, after all. After what Peter did. 

Tony hums in approval, and slowly starts to move his cock over Peter’s tongue again. This time Peter lets him, just sitting still and letting it happen how Tony wants it to happen. 

Once Tony is sure that Peter isn’t going to try anything again, he slowly pushes his hips up until Peter’s nose is squashed in Tony’s crotch and Peter is choking.

Peter fights the urge to reach up and grab onto his throat, tears forced out of his eyes as he chokes almost violently. He’s never taken a cock so deeply before, usually just using his hand to jerk off whatever doesn’t fit in his mouth. It’s uncomfortable and Peter can’t breathe; but it’s what Tony wants.

Tony waits until Peter calms down before he pulls out, and Peter gulps down hungry lungfuls of air. “Good,” Tony murmurs, and shoves his cock back down Peter’s throat. 

Peter doesn’t even have time to think about the way Tony’s praise makes him feel. 

Peter chokes but stays still, looking up at Tony through thick tears. One falls down his cheek, allowing him to see Tony more clearly, and the hungry look in his eyes. It seems Peter’s tears don’t bother him half as much when he’s causing them on purpose. 

Tony starts a slow pace, pulling out until his hips hit the bed again and only half his cock is in Peter’s mouth, before pushing back up as deep as he can get and forcing choking noises out of Peter. 

Peter whimpers when Tony lets him breathe again, fighting the urges to touch himself and push Tony away both. Fat tears stream down his face, and he has to work hard to keep himself still. 

He does not remove his hands from Tony’s knees. 

Tony eventually speeds up his thrusts, hips pumping off the bed with a force that makes Tony’s grips on Peter’s hair very necessary to keep him in place. 

Peter chokes and gags and sobs loudly, the noises in the room combining to leave Peter absolutely throbbing with want and need. He didn’t think he would be into pain, or not being able to breathe. Maybe he isn’t; maybe he’s just so desperate for Tony that he’s going to enjoy anything the older man wants.  

And oh, is he enjoying it. 

Tony grunts and pulls back again, instead forcing Peter’s face down until he can’t go anymore, his nose squashed uncomfortably. 

Peter squeezes Tony’s knees, but doesn’t let go. He wants this, he wants this so badly, even though it hurts and it’s uncomfortable. Anything Tony gives him, at this point, is more than he ever thought he would get. And Peter wants every last second of it.

Tony fists Peter’s hair harder, physically moving the younger man up and down on his cock. He’s obviously enjoying the sound Peter makes when his tip moves in and out of Peter’s throat, based on the way his head twitches and is steadily leaking pre into Peter’s mouth.

Peter has never felt more wanted in his entire life, and he wouldn’t trade this for the world. 

Tony finally pulls Peter off after what feels like both not enough and far too much time, and Peter gasps desperately for air. His right hand comes up to his throat, coughing and attempting to soothe the ache there, but he squeezes Tony’s knee with his left hand to hopefully show he doesn’t want to stop. 

Peter doesn’t know how he could keep going if Tony stopped now. He has never needed anything as much as he needs Tony right now. He’s never been so turned on, literally dripping down his thighs with the evidence of it. 

Peter is not given much time to recover. Tony lifts him by the hair, the sharp sting mixing with the dull ache in his throat to make Peter just the right side of overwhelmed. Based on the look in Tony’s eye, he has a feeling he’s about to get a lot more overwhelmed. 

It almost looks like Tony is going to kiss him. He wants Tony to kiss him. He wants it more than he wants anything else.  

“I want you on the bed. Hands and knees. Now.” Tony loosens his grip on Peter’s hair, but he doesn’t entirely let go. He’s obviously testing the waters, seeing how Peter feels about the instructions. 

Peter’s earlier behavior is a red hot memory, flaming Peter and making him feel equal parts guilty and turned on by how obviously Tony wants Peter to want this. 

To be fair to Peter, he had also wanted Tony to want it very much. He just wasn’t going to let a little thing like Tony not, in fact, actually wanting it, stop him. 

Peter clambers gracelessly onto the bed, digging the heels of his hands into the bed and spreading his legs so his knees are shoulder width apart. The fact that Tony still has his shirt on didn't bother Peter before, but now that he’s in such a vulnerable position, it adds just that little bit of humiliation to the scene. 

Either Tony doesn’t want to encourage that feeling or he didn't notice Peter had it, because the shirt is on the floor almost the second Peter remembers he still has it on. Tony climbs up the bed so he can kneel behind Peter, grabbing onto his hips and grinding his spit wet cock between Peter’s cheeks. 

Peter makes a desperate noise, cheeks flaming red with a mixture of want, shame, and embarrassment. “Tony,” he whispers, grinding back into the older man’s hips. “Please, I want to be good. I want to do what you want me to do. Please.”

Tony makes an appreciative noise behind him, one hand moving up to roam over Peter's back and the other moving down to push two fingers into Peter’s wet and dripping hole. “I would get a condom, but you’re already dripping with my come from the first round. Seems pointless now.” 

Tony pulls his fingers out and Peter whines loudly, his hole clenching desperately around nothing. The older man leans over him, his entire front pressed into Peter’s back, and the skin on skin contact makes Peter shiver despite the warmth. His lips press into Peter’s ear as he breathes his next words hotly. “Besides, I think you look so gorgeous dripping with my come. I want you fat and full of it, I want to fill you up so much it has nowhere else to go but out and down the back of your thighs.”

Peter whimpers and new tears drip down his cheeks and onto the pillow beneath him. “I want that. I want to look good for you; I want to be good for you.” He pushes back into Tony behind him, trying to rub himself against Tony’s cock. It’s too much; this is all too much stimulation, but Peter doesn’t care. He likes it, he likes the way Tony has so easily pulled Peter apart at the seams and left him a mess. 

Peter whines when the older man pulls back, and Tony slaps Peter’s ass, hard enough to hurt and bruise and not at all teasing like he was earlier. “Yeah? You want to be good for me, now that you’ve gotten everything you’ve wanted?”

Peter whimpers in shame, biting his lip to hold back the pleas he so desperately wants to give Tony. He wants to beg until he’s blue in the face, beg for Tony’s cock inside of his greedy little hole, beg for his come, beg for Tony to do whatever he wants to Peter. 

Peter is sure he has limits and kinks that he would say no to; but he can’t think of anything right at this moment. He sincerely thinks Tony could ask him to do or say anything, and he would. Not only would he do it, he would do it happily. Peter would get off on it. Whatever Tony wants, his own limits be damned. 

Tony slaps Peter’s ass again, his other hand creeping down to stuff two fingers back into Peter. They spread easily, pushing through the come and pointing out wordlessly that Peter is already stretched out and dripping. Peter sobs and pushes his hips back into the fingers, clenching around them to entice Tony for more. “Please, Tony. Please!”

Tony groans softly and pulls his fingers out, again slapping Peter’s ass and turning the skin red from abuse. “Take what I give you, Peter. Don’t beg for more.” The instruction is so clear and easy to follow, but it makes Peter ache and squirm with the need to disobey. 

Peter whimpers softly but doesn’t beg anymore, simply forces his hips to stay still and take whatever Tony wants to give him; however much or little that should be. 

Tony rubs his tip up against Peter’s entrance, making Peter gasp and fight to keep his hips still. He opens his mouth to beg for it, but quickly bites his lip and forces his plea to stay inside. Tony doesn’t want to hear it right now, it won’t help his cause. 

Tony makes an approving noise in the back of his throat, one hand trailing up Peter’s side and feeling the smooth skin there. Peter trembles with it, skin prickling the second Tony’s warm hand skates over and leaves the area. 

He pushes his cock forward, and it slips past Peter’s hole. The younger man gasps and whines as it pushes through his folds and rubs over his clit. “You’re absolutely gagging for it, aren’t you? You want it so bad, you want my cock inside of you so badly you can’t stand it. So badly you would just take it from me, no matter what I wanted. Isn’t that right, baby?” 

Peter flushes with shame, but nods in agreement. He should be ashamed of himself, but right now he doesn’t, can’t care. All he wants is Tony, and he doesn’t care what Tony gives him. He doesn’t care about how he gets what he wants, as long as he gets it. He’s so overwhelmed with want and sensation, he can’t think about anything other than being good. 

“Dirty little slut,” Tony whispers, dragging his cock back again before pushing his tip into Peter’s hole and keeping it there. He teases Peter, just moving the tip in and out of Peter’s entrance slowly and deliberately. “Fuck, Peter, you’re still so tight.”

Peter whimpers and brings one hand up to cover his mouth, trying to stifle his noises. He didn’t know it would be possible, but Tony feels even better inside of him at this angle than he did before. His cock is so wide and big, and even the tip is stretching Peter so much. He wants more, wants Tony to absolutely ruin him. Peter wants Tony to fuck him so well that he can’t even imagine anything else inside of him. 

Tony pushes down between Peter’s shoulder blades, and Peter’s arm gives out easily. His face hits the pillows, and he grinds his face into it for comfort. “Please,” Peter whispers, not sure if he hopes Tony hears it or not. He grips the sheets under his fingers and twists, trying to find anything to help ground him. 

Tony slowly pushes into Peter, as deep as he can go, until his balls hit Peter’s pubic bone gently. He ignores Peter’s plea, grinding as deep as he can and enjoying the way Peter cries and squirms in overstimulation. 

Peter sobs and clenches, biting at the pillow in a useless attempt to control the feelings inside of him. Tony is so deep inside it almost hurts, especially the way he keeps grinding deeper despite there being nowhere else to go. His cock pushes against Peter’s spot, rubbing against it without paying it any special attention. His balls rub lightly against Peter’s clit, just enough to tease and not enough to get Peter off. 

Peter feels so close to the edge that a change in the wind could push him over; it’s too much and not enough and Peter aches. 

Tony pinches Peter’s thigh roughly, in the spot where Peter’s ass meets his thigh, and hums at the way Peter sobs and squirms. It’s just enough to bring Peter back into his body, but not enough to help Peter calm down. “Did you mean it, Peter?” he asks, voice low and gravelly. 

Peter grinds his face into the pillow, and almost just agrees without thinking about it. Tony pushes harder on Peter’s back, making Peter’s chest rub roughly against the sheets. “What?” Peter sobs, his thighs shaking with the effort of keeping still. Tony pulls out until just his tip is still inside Peter’s folds, and then slams back in roughly. Peter cries out loudly, all thoughts fucked right out of his head. 

Tony tsks softly, and the disapproving noise almost breaks the younger man. “Did you mean it, when you said you would do anything to have me? That you wanted me more than anything?” He pulls out and pushes back in harshly, dragging Peter across the sheets and punching a desperate noise out of him. 

Did Peter say that out loud? Does it even matter any more? Even if he hadn’t said it, it’s obviously true by the way Peter is acting. “Yes!,” Peter cries, rubbing his face into the pillow, wet with his tears. “Please, anything you want. I need you, I want you so bad!”

Tony slaps Peter’s ass and is rewarded by the instinctual clenching of Peter’s body. “Then you can take it, can’t you? You can take anything I want to give you, because you want me that badly. You would let me do anything to you right now.” Some of those words were questions, but the way Tony says it doesn’t sound like a question. It sounds like a statement of fact, like Tony couldn't possibly be wrong. 

He isn’t wrong. Peter would let Tony do anything to him right now, no matter how much it hurt.

“Yes!” Peter cries, gasping as Tony picks up the pace and starts fucking the air straight out of Peter’s lungs. “Anything you want, Tony, anything!”

Tony starts to fuck Peter so fast and so hard that Peter’s mind goes completely blank, and his ass cheeks clap loudly against Tony’s thighs. He thinks he might be sobbing, but he doesn’t even care. He doesn’t want Tony to stop; he wants for Tony to never stop. 

Tony’s head rubs past that spot inside of him without even trying, and his balls slap into Peter’s clit hard enough to feel good and not hard enough to hurt, and the hand on Peter’s ass is as hot as a brand and the hand on his back is bruising and the sheets rub against his nipples and he can’t really breathe and-

And Peter has never felt such pleasure in his entire life. 

Peter cries out as he starts to orgasm, clenching and squirting around Tony’s cock. He can’t think or hear or feel anything; his entire world whites out with pleasure. He doesn’t even get to feel Toy filling him up again, doesn’t get to experience the bliss that is Tony’s orgasm due to Peter’s body. He’s so overwhelmed with the feelings that his mind takes mercy on him and dulls everything else.

He comes to a few minutes later, and Tony is still inside of him, petting Peter’s hip softly with one hand and his inner thigh with the other. “...didn’t even need me to touch you, did you? You just came from my cock inside you by itself, that’s all you needed.” His words would be embarrassing and make Peter feel self conscious, if they weren’t spoken with such awe and desire. 

“Tony?” he asks softly, his hole spasming around Tony with an aftershock of his orgasm. Tony groans and pulls out, and Peter gasps as he feels Tony’s spend also start to slowly slide out of him. 

“I’m here,” Tony promises, moving both hands to Peter’s thighs. He spreads them further, his thumbs pulling apart Peter’s folds so he can get a better look. Peter whines in embarrassment, cheeks red as he looks up at Tony from over his shoulder. 

Tony laughs darkly, pushing his thumb into the mess and causing Peter to clench around it. He pulls it back out and his eyes track the glob of come that spill out and slides down Peter’s thigh. 

“I’m here,” Tony repeats, moving up the bed and laying down beside the younger man, pulling Peter into his arms happily. Peter chooses not to look a gift horse in the mouth and nuzzles under Tony’s chin, allowing himself to settle happily into Tony’s embrace. 

They stay like that for several moments, before Tony sighs and kisses the top of Peter’s hair. “Do you actually want to be mine?” Tony whispers, hugging Peter more tightly to his chest. “Did you mean it?”

Peter nods without hesitation, before Tony is even done with his sentence. “Yes, Tony. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.”

Tony hums softly, running his fingers along Peter’s arm. “Good,” he says, voice soft and deep. “Because I want you to be mine too.”

Peter melts into Tony, kissing and nipping softly at every inch of skin he can reach. “Yours,” he promises, and feels Tony’s chest rumble in approval. 

[stunnedstarker]

But Peter doesn’t count as a love interest, not really. He can’t. They’re– partners, or- something. Whatever it is, Peter looks up to him for guidance and advice, and Tony’s already such a sorry excuse for a leader, he can’t go throwing feelings into the mix. Which is why, for maybe the hundredth time, Tony tilts his head back, eyes the ceiling, and says, “FRIDAY, open new voice message.”

A/N: This work had sorta been sitting in my stash for a long while because I’m chronically too-anxious-to-post, but the event convinced me to go for it. These prompts are fun, and the fic def is too. :)

[starkerscoop]

beach day

Written for @starkerfestivals

Prompt: At the Beach

Featuring possessive/jealous Tony and some girl trying to rub sunscreen on Peter

also on ao3

The sweltering heat enveloped Tony the moment he stepped out of his car. He groaned, rolling his head and trying to ignore the beads of sweat he could already feel forming on the back of his neck. The sun was beating down on him and, in an effort to distract himself from the discomfort, he took a moment to analyze his surroundings. 

The beach was so crowded that Tony had half a mind to turn back. Why had he come here again? 

“It’s so sunny out,” Peter commented, stepping out of the car and coming to stand by Tony. 

Right. That was why. 

“The lab would have AC,” Tony said wistfully, a small frown on his face.

Peter nudged his ribs. “The lab doesn’t have an ocean.” 

When Tony brought up the idea of vacationing in his Malibu home—which was rebuilt and remained vacant until their recent stay—Peter was all for it. Tony had been too distracted by the dazzling grin on Peter’s face to remember why he’d left Malibu in the first place. Despite the trauma he’d undergone here and having constructed an SI building in New York, the heat in California was what truly drove him to leave Malibu behind. 

Yet here he was again years later, with more trauma and a boyfriend he couldn’t say no to; hence why they were at the beach. 

Tony was too hot to take Peter’s hand, as he would have done in more humane weather. They trudged side by side through the sand, carefully navigating all the beach chairs and towels, avoiding running children and flying volleyballs. 

Peter came to a sudden halt with an annoyed sigh. “We forgot to pay for parking.” 

“I’ll go pay,” Tony assured him. He wanted Peter’s first time at the beach to go off without a hitch, even if he had to trek through all that sand again. “Just find a spot for our things.” 

Peter brightened up. “You’re the best.” 

Tony winked at him and started walking back the way they came, inwardly groaning. The things he did for Peter. 

He did his best to move swiftly, but the sand slowed his pace. It took far too long for Tony to make his way to the parking lot, pay for his spot, and relocate Peter. He could feel his shoulders burning already and grumbled to himself. He hadn’t even had a chance to swim yet and he was burning. It wasn’t fair. 

Tony scanned the shore for Peter. Despite the considerable size of the crowd, it didn’t take long to find him. Tony swore sometimes that he and Peter were connected; he could feel a pull toward him no matter where they were. Peter would roll his eyes and blush whenever Tony brought it up, but he never argued against the claim. 

His eyes settled on Peter’s chestnut curls gleaming beneath the sun. Tony took a moment to admire him, whistling softly when he realized that Peter had already taken his shirt off. His hands itched to trace the lines of Peter’s chest…only to realize that someone had beaten him to the punch. 

A girl in her twenties stood before Peter, batting her eyelashes at him and running the tips of her fingers along his abs. Tony watched with narrowed eyes as Peter laughed uncomfortably and swept a hand through his curls. The girl leaned closer, her face a mere few inches from Peter’s, and Tony’s hands curled into fists. 

This was not happening. Absolutely not. 

Tony would gladly admit that Peter was attractive, whenever and wherever. He just forgot sometimes that he wasn’t the only one who thought so. Clearly, this girl shared his belief on Peter’s looks—which was fine on its own, but she was acting on that belief, and that was most certainly not fine. 

Tony set off toward the pair, fuming. He could hear snippets of their conversation from afar. 

“You must work out a lot,” the girl purred, her eyes boring into Peter’s. 

Peter chuckled stiffly. “Ah, yeah, I guess you could say that.” 

“Do you happen to need any help with sunscreen?” The girl leered at him. “I could help you, you know. I’m very good with my hands.” 

If Tony got his way, she wouldn’t have hands for much longer. He still had a way to go, though, and the girl was already reaching for Peter’s sunscreen without waiting for an answer. 

“That’s okay, you don’t have to do that,” Peter told her with an awkward grimace. 

The girl waved him off. “Oh, I really don’t mind.” 

She uncapped the sunscreen and poured some onto Peter’s shoulders, massaging it into his skin at a slow and sensual pace. An angry knot twisted in Tony’s chest, and he finally reached the two with a heated expression on his face. 

“I’ve got that covered.” Tony cut in. “You can run along, sweetheart.” 

The girl blanched. “Excuse you, we were having a private moment.” 

Peter shook his head at Tony, his eyes pleading for rescue. Tony gave him a tiny, reassuring nod. The girl remained oblivious to the interaction. 

“Bimbos don’t get to have private moments with my boyfriend,” Tony said with a shrug. 

The girl sputtered in disbelief. “How dare you?” 

Tony gave her a stony glare, and after receiving no support from Peter, the girl scowled and stormed off. 

“Don’t you think you were a little too harsh?” Peter winced. “I mean, calling her a ‘bimbo’?” 

Tony crossed his arms. “She was all over you!” 

“I had it handled.” 

Tony raised an unimpressed brow. “She was rubbing sunscreen on you. You call that handling it?” 

“I just never know what to do in those situations,” Peter conceded. “Thanks for the save.” 

Tony pulled him into a rough kiss. He’d intervened to help Peter, of course, but also to help himself. He couldn’t stand watching anyone flirt with his man. He hated that everyone thought Peter was single. If only there was a way to make it known that Peter was his, or at the very least unavailable…

Perhaps it was time to go ring-shopping. 

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[endlesstwanted]

If You Get Closer, It’s Not Safe I’ll Be Able To Control Myself

My first Starker fic! The title is from Blas Canto’s song Marte 💗

Fandom: Spider-Man (MCU Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Tags: Established Relationship, Non-Sexual Daddy Kink, Surprises, Love Confessions

Summary: Peter doesn’t want anything special for his birthday, despite what Tony is already planning for him, other than going out with his friends and spending the whole day with his boyfriend. As best as he can, Tony complies to his wishes.

Wordcount: 1,7k

Created for: @pparkerbingo — Birthday / @tstot — Daddy Kink / @starkerfestivals’ summer bingo — Lingerie / @multifandom-flash — Sickeningly Sweethearts + Age-Gap Romance + Grow Old with Me

Excerpt:

“You have to promise me,” Peter said, or well, repeated, unwilling to drop the topic of his upcoming birthday and the secrets and surprises Tony kept around the matter.

His boyfriend looked at him from over his cup of coffee, like not believing Peter could hold up the same conversation for more than ten minutes. Tony took his sweet time to take a sip from the liquid delicatessen from the café they had gone to have a date on that afternoon, one Peter had chosen himself. “I don’t have to—”

Peter looked at him fondly, something he knew very well was capable of making Tony stop ditching a conversation and actually consider what he was going to say about it.

“Okay, alright,” Tony left the cup on the table and held up his hands in a defensive position. “I promise you.”

“You promise what, exactly?” Peter questioned, playing with some fries and trying his best not to let his lips curl up as it has been easier to get Tony to say those words than he had hoped for at first.

Tony sighed, and then he chuckled. “I promise not to organize any surprise parties for your twenty-two birthday.”

Continue reading on Ao3!

[authoressofdarkness]

Bingo Fill: Breath Play @starkerfestivals

Then Stark's free hand is slapping over his mouth and nose, cutting off all air before he can do much as inhale. He lets out a choked sound against the hand on his face, shaking his head frantically.

"Don't fight me, Peter," Stark orders, voice quiet, almost imitating soothing, but still severe, laced with enough of his dominant tone to make Peter's whole body go limp. The throatiness of his voice is the only hint that the alpha is affected at all by what he's doing to the omega.

(This story is VERY much Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, so head to AO3 to check out the tags if you want to read the full thing!)

[psychocat666]

Summer bingo 2023

Free space: used for a redraw for mermaid Peter

Old 2021 version ↓

[caelestialilium]

Pushing his stuff messily in his bags, Peter wants to flee immediately - he has never fallen asleep before. How embarassing. When he glances at Professor Stark, to check if he has noticed, he is met with a smile and a "come hither" motion. Fuck.

[muse-of-gods]

Tony gets sucked into another universe while experimenting with time travel. And he is very surprised when he finds out that Spiderman exists there, but not as a super hero. Peter Parker aka Spiderman is a famous dancer and has his own show every Saturday at a small elite club in Queens.

And so Tony shows up the next day at the club to wait for the show to begin. And he can't believe what he sees because Peter is the sexiest guy Tony has ever seen. He didn't know the boy could move like this! Tony's excitement must have shown because Peter catches his eye and mouths to him to meet him after the show. And how could Tony say no to that?

For @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo 2023: Multiverse

[thegreenmetblue]

StarkerFestival 2023 : Summer Bingo

Best Friend’s Dad

Everyday after school, Peter comes to Harley’s house. Is he doing it because Harley is his best friend ? 20% yes. Is he doing it because Harley’s dad has been Peter’s crush since he was 6 years old ? 80% yes.

But Peter noticed that this past year, Tony started to look at him a bit more, a bit differently.

As the little shit he is, Peter can’t miss this opportunity. What ? He’s been waiting way too long for this.

So he start dressing a little slutty, he starts lounging a bit their touches, he lets himself blush under Tony’s gaze a bit more. He even writes small unsigned notes but Tony will know.

Tony slowly becomes crazy, Peter senses than the man won’t resist long.

Peter’s little sadist game last three weeks. Until a saturday morning where Harley still was asleep, and where Peter is almost thrown on the kitchen counter.

“Took you long enough. Thought you’d never do it.”, Peter says, breathless, cheeks red.

“Oh you tested me long enough you little shit. Now it’s my turn to test you. C’mon, shirt off.”

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[starker-sorbet]

When Tony and peter gottogehter they chose to keep their relationship a secret, to carry on as just friends in public only to go to small motels as if carrying on an illicit affair. Not for any worry about anyone being disaproving of their relationship (well anyone important to them anyway), but for the thrill of the secrecy itself. It kept their relationship as something just for them while sitting back and watching all their friends try desperately try to set them up at the same time. Which they did accknowledge was maybe one of the main reasons they kept this a secret. All their friends reactions to their 'failed' attempts were hilarious especially as they amped up their 'pining' for each other.

@starkerfestivals 2023 summer bingo fill: I5 - Secret relationship

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[stunnedstarker]

Tony has never known rest. The nightmares began in his childhood, when he would awaken, screaming, and Jarvis would rush to comfort him. The terrors have only worsened since the cave, the wormhole, the witch… only now, no one comforts him. Pepper, she tries. She offers him medicine, schedules him with doctors and gurus and psychiatrists, but none of them will listen. Rhodey, the good colonel, he insists, “they aren’t visions, Tony. None of it is real.”

But how would they know? They haven’t seen what he has seen. This… angel, this boy with claws and wings and eyes like the moon. “Pan,” the boy calls himself once, voice like a thousand whispers. “But you… you can call me Peter.”

Angry and afraid, Tony begins trying to ward him off. He lights the candles, burns the sage, recites the fucking prayers. But it only makes things worse, because it works. It drives the demon away, and suddenly, Tony can’t sleep at all. Instead, he lie awake, thinking only of Peter.

Days pass, slow and aching, and Tony begins to wonder if he’ll ever sleep again. Then, like salvation, Peter returns, deep into the night, reaching out his hand, staring with his cold, bright eyes. Tony takes it, and the touch burns like no iron ever could. They are sharing air, bodies colliding in an instant, and Tony, boundless, can only beg.

“Peter. Peter, please, take me. Take me away from here. I– I want–“

“Hush,” the demon answers, stroking Tony’s hair as the whispered voices rush down his spine. “I know what you want.”

“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have tried to- to make you leave, I– I th- I thought…”

“Anthony…” the voice soothes, and it’s the first time he’s heard his full name in ages. “It’s alright. You wanted to please them. I understand. But you don’t have to please them, Anthony. And you don’t have to fear me. All I want from you…” Peter smiles slowly, and Tony swears he sees new worlds flash in the creature’s eyes. “Is this.”

The eyes close, the soft petting slows. Their bodies still. Tony parts his lips, lays his hands back, lays himself open in every way. But Peter’s lips brush light, like smoke and rain and dusk. Tony gasps, moans into the space between them, leans ever so slightly for more.

Then Peter is on him, hand behind his head and claws in his hair. His mouth is fire, burning every part of Tony’s lips and stealing all of his air. Then, the flame drags as he pulls away, using only one hand to tear at Tony’s clothes and licking down his throat while pinning Tony’s hips beneath his knees. The strength is like nothing Tony has felt in any fight. He struggles against it, only just, then watches delight flash in Peter’s eyes.

“This is what you want, isn’t it, Anthony?” he asks. Then, low and groaning from depths unknown, “Or have your dreams deceived me?”

“No! Please, I- You, Peter, it’s always been you. Please, touch me, kiss me, anything, I–“

“No, Anthony. Not just anything,” Peter answers with a smile. “Everything.”

Fill #1 for @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo Prompt N4: “Incubus”

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by JacyFanFic

Pepper convinces Tony to go along as a chaperone for Peter’s freshman school camping trip. Tony demands repayment

Words: 3666, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Series: Part 14 of SFSummerBingo23

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Underage

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts

Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: sf summer bingo 23, camping trip, Infidelity, But not between Peter/tony, Mentor Tony Stark, Powered AU, peter is underage, Grooming, Semi-Public Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, intersex omega, Omega Peter Parker, Alpha Tony Stark, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse, dubcon, Voyeurism, Knotting, Breeding, Creampie, age gap, Dark Tony Stark, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, moodboard, doesn't match the theme anymore but I still like it so it'll go up as a second chapter, do not add to collections

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[helaisthequeen]

Omg YESSSSSS!!! Tony marry that man NOW!!! This was so lovely scoo, I love the jealousness that Tony has!! 🥺🥺🥹💕

You amaze me with your writing every time 🥺🥺

I need a sequel now pls 🥺🥺🥺🥹

beach day

Written for @starkerfestivals

Prompt: At the Beach

Featuring possessive/jealous Tony and some girl trying to rub sunscreen on Peter

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