#starker plus strange

[winterspiderpurrs]

" You know. When your secretary said you go to yoga weekly I thought it was a joke. A cover up for getting out of meetings"

Stephen rolled his eyes as he takes a few more steps out of the stairwell, pulling the door open and holding so the other may walk through firstm

" Stark. Not everything I do is YOUR business."

" But yoga? Really?"

" Time is against us Stark. We are getting old and I am not letting my body get the best of me."

Tony exits into the hall and looks at a sign posted with an arrow ' Stretch the Limits! Yoga sessions by Appointments for Hospital Staff Only. Sign up in the portal' shaking his head.

" I can't belive I'm joining you for this"

" Well the appointment is ONLY for me. You might get kicked out"

" I'm head of cardiology of this hospital AND I'm Tony Stark. Pretty sure my family has a wing in this place"

Stephen leads then a short way down the hall, he knocks on the door before opening.

" Oh! Dr. Strange your a little early, I was just doing some warm ups."

Tony slides his glasses down his nose to see Dr. Peter Parker. He was pharmacologists of the hospital, taking over the role after Dr. Conners well... need for early retirement.

" I thought you said the lessons were just for you?"

" Well you should do better at stalking me Stark, and you would know that Peter here has another degree in physical therapy and offers these yoga session."

[winterspiderpurrs]

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" What made you push the alarm?"

Peter rubs his hands over his arms, hugging himself a little.

" I woke up. Not sure what cause me to... maybe Diablo leaving the bed? I'm not sure... just a feeling I had... something wasn't right. Then I saw some shadow at the window, and well I rather get in trouble for being overly cautious then not. "

He smiles weakly " You've ever seen Dr. Strange mad? Not something I would want directed to me if something happens to Tony."

He blushes faintly and shifts a bit, recalling another night where he woke up in the middle of the night. Faint glow coming from the main bedroom. The...moans coming from the other room. The threats he heard Stephen giving Tony. He shakes his head to clear those thoughts.

Bucky chuckles and nods going to do a sweep of the adjoined room. Covered pulled back, he touched the mattress; still warm, timing lines up. He sees the dog fur on the 2nd pillow.

" Rooms clear up here. " he radios down.

Steve stays in the room standing beside Tony's bed, facing the door. On guard, but he smiles at Peter.

" Yeah. Tony is bad enough. I don't need to have Strange, too."

" Doctor"

Steve blinks " What?"

" It's Dr. Strange. He earned the title so either use his first name or use his title"

Bucky snorts from the door way of the adjoined room.

" Oh Doll...sassy and sweet? Definitely never met a nurse like you before, have we Stevie?"

Smirking Steve nods. " No we haven't. "

"Why are you flirting with my nurse? " Groans a voice from the bed. Tony struggling to sit up.

Peter rushes over to stop Tony from sitting up.

" Lay back down Tony. I'll adjust the bed to sit up for you but you are not getting up" he gently pushes Tony back into a laying position.

Adjust his pillow and then picks up the remote that starts lifting the top half of the mattress to move him into a slightly seated up position. Bucky and Steve give each other a look.

Tony sleepily looks at Peter. " Why are you naked?"

" I'm not naked!"

" Just about, don't mind the view... why... is everyone here?" He squints before trying to push himself up again. Peter pushes him back down.

Steve opened his mouth but Peter cut him off.

" Just a minor security issue. I sounded the alarm. Nothing for you to worry about. Your job is to Rest. Dr. Strange is handling it."

He goes about checking the monitors, and he checks the bag connected to the catheter... he frowns. He glances at Bucky and Steve before taking a moment to assess, acting like he is straighening the bed covers, glances under it briefly, feeling the equipment laying need Tony's thigh.

" Looks like you're disconnected from your catheter again.. Would you like me or your husband to assist with that part.. I know.. touch isn't your favorite.

Stephen storms into the room, another guard along with him. He looks around the room, zeroing in on Tony and Peter.

" Bucky, room 3 is ready for you. Steve balcony"

Bucky nods and swiftly leaves the room. Steve exits out the doors to the balcony.

" Peter. Put some clothes on, your distracting. Tony love you have caused so much trouble for us"

previous part (scroll down to @winterspiderpurrs reblog) (and other parts can be found linked there) i’ll fix all this into one post/one work on AO3 or smth bc this is becoming big🤩🤩

Part five by me below!!💗💗

Peter’s heart rate picks up in his chest and spreads the panic into his limbs. He feels hot, despite only being in his boxer briefs. There was definitely someone by the window, outside lurking on the balcony. They are up on the second floor, so it is not an impossibility.

Tony’s on the bed still, cast in shadow, but definitely there. The monitors tell Peter he is alive and well, so Peter tries to think rationally. He’s been taught the procedures since he arrived two weeks ago, and there is an alarm button by the bedside table. Peter hurries to it, thinking it better to deal with the consequences of having set off a false alarm rather than having something happen to his patient.

The alarm makes no sound, but Peter knows the guards have been alerted. He turns to the window once more. He wasn’t explicitly told not to investigate for himself, nor can he really help himself. Slowly, the nurse opens the balcony door and a shadow jumps down. There’s a heavy thud below.

All of a sudden, the whole yard lights up. Peter blinks his eyes in surprise and when his eyes adjust a bit, he sees that the powerful overhead lights are on in the yard. Now Peter can see someone dressed in all black running across the yard and to the 2 meter tall metal fence.

There’s shouting and wild barking. Diablo and Rogue sprint out in flashes of black shiny fur and gain upon the intruder. The dogs look like hell hounds as they start biting and tearing at the intruder. He screams widely and Peter feels sick at the sight.

Behind him, the door bursts open and two large men barge in. They have weapons raised and Peter yelps and raises his hands on reflex. One of the guards comes up to the bed where Tony is still fast asleep and turns on the bedside lamp. The man looks peaceful, although tired.

“Boss is safe, I repeat, Boss is safe.” One of the guards says into what Peter presumes is a radio.

The second guard comes up to Peter, eyeing him up and down in his practically naked state. The nurse frowns a bit and tries to make himself look smaller behind his arms and hands.

“You just saved his life, nurse. Well done. I’m Bucky, by the way. That’s Steve.”

God, what is this job!, Peter thinks to himself.

[queen-of-the-misfit-toys]

That's All

Another little ficlet from last year but needed new life since Luke talked about his love of piano in an interview released today. This is short...about 662 words...but sweet ☺️ and based on one of my favorite Michael Buble songs.

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"I'm going to maim that man one of these days," Sophie mumbled as she struggled up the stairs with the shopping, "Why can't he ever answer his phone when I need him?"

She heard the faint sound of soft piano and sighed. He was lost in his music again.

Benedict was often at the piano these days. Unlike his painting, which fed his passion and his wallet, playing the piano fed his soul. It gave him solace. It had been several months since Sophie had moved in and his world turned topsy-turvy. She'd needed a place to go when her boyfriend decided to sell their home and move back in with his, surprise to Sophie, wife. Ben had welcomed her with open arms declaring that this was her home as long as she wanted. He never realized how hard it would be to live with your unrequited love.

"Ben, I could use some help with the shopping," Sophie called to him. "There's just a few more in the car to get and then you can go back to your keys."

The music stopped. "Coming, Soph. What all did you buy? We're only having a few friends and family 'round", he laughed as he bounded down the stairs.

" Well, the human disposal known as your dear brother Colin is coming so we must have enough for him plus the other 15 or so of us. What were you playing when I walked in? It sounded beautiful."

He blushed slightly, "Oh, nothing much. Just something I've been messing around a bit. Not fit for ears yet I'm afraid."

"Well, it seemed lovely and I can't wait to hear the finished piece", she kissed him on the cheek, "I'm going to bathe before we get to work on the food."

Sophie settled on a bath instead of a shower. She tried to relax into the steamy water and let it work its magic on her sore muscles. She'd been so tense since the breakup and moving in with Benedict. She knew how he felt about her and, while she did love him in her own way, she was nowhere near ready for another relationship.

She heard the piano start again and the lovely tune he'd played earlier drifted upstairs. Except this time Benedict was singing along,

" I can only give you love to last forever and a promise to be near each time you call…la da da de da da da…la dah de da da dum…."*

Sophie sat mesmerized by the beautiful words she'd just heard and, moreso, by his voice. She'd never really heard him sing, hum yes, and drunken karaoke didn't count. Benedict had a rich, deep, almost sultry singing voice and she needed to hear more. Stepping out of the bath, she tiptoed into the hall.

"If you're wondering what I'm asking in return, dear. You'll be glad to know that my demands are small. Say it's me that you'll adore, for now and evermore. That's all. That's all."*

Sophie stood trying to keep the tears from running down her face. She clutched her towel tighter and made her way down to his music room.

"Benedict", she whispered very softly, so low he could barely hear her. He spun around.

"Sophie! You're soaking wet and…crying. Did you hurt yourself in the bath? Are you alright? He jumped up to look her over for injuries.

"I'm fine, Ben, I just heard you playing and singing and wanted to hear more. A private concert if you will."

"Are you sure you're not hurt? You didn't hit your head, did you? You're acting a bit strange right now," he laughed nervously. "It's not like you to run around half starkers just to hear me play."

"Don't forget I wanted to hear you sing too."

"That's all then? You really just want to watch and hear me?

"That's all, Darling. That's all."

*Song is "That's All" by Bob Haymes*

*My favorite version is by Michael Buble*

[sinditia]

Starker Fic - Move Down To Me, Slip Into You - Chapter 2

Summary: Peter starts to work the floors and private rooms at Tony's strip club. Mob boss Stephen Strange comes for a visit and pays for a night with Peter, much to Tony's annoyance. Tony watches over their session through the club's hidden security cameras and reminisces about the sex tape he made with Peter for the boy's training.

Tags/Warnings: Not too graphic Stephen Strange/Peter Parker. Voyeurism. Masturbation. Prostitution. Sex Work. Stripper/Hooker Peter Parker. Strip club slash brothel setting. Peter/Others. Tony/Others. Open relationship that becomes exclusive Starker over time. Daddy kink. Recreational drug use. Smoking. Mutual pining.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3.3k

Continued from Chapter 1

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Stephen Strange is in the club with a few of his cronies. Tony is sitting with them in the cordoned off VIP area with a few of his girls as they negotiate ‘logistics’ for the crime lord’s latest scheme. There’s a new police commissioner in town and while he’s already on Strange's payroll, it doesn’t hurt to have some extra blackmail material and insider info that hookers are so good at scooping out. The set up will be a small gathering at Strange’s mansion with Tony providing the live entertainment.

“Usual fee for each plus double for the one going after the commissioner. I have no preference for the rest, but I’d prefer a boy for the trap, the younger the better.”

“I got just the thing,” Tony says, thinking of Harley. The kid’s picked up seduction like a duck to water, having the uncanny ability to parse out what it is guys want and moulding himself to fit their fantasies. He’s surprisingly smart too, with a whip-quick mouth that can play with a man’s mind as easily as his cock. Harley would jump at the opportunity to do something as exciting as seduce a senior police officer at a gangster party.

“Do you mean that one?” Strange nods towards the stage, where Peter is on his spread-wide knees at the edge of the stage, hands running down his bare chest as he writhes for the men hungrily watching him.

Tony frowns. “No, not that one.” While he’s confident that he and Strange are on good enough terms to trust him with his favourite whores, he doesn’t like the idea of loaning Peter out to him. “I got another one just like that. Real cute. Pretty blue eyes. You’d like him.”

Strange is still looking at his boy on stage.

“You want a sample?” Tony asks.

“No, if you say he’s good then he’s good.” Strange points at Peter. “I want that one for tonight. My usual room.”

Tony hides his growing annoyance. “You got it,” he says, snapping his fingers at Barton who’s standing guard by the partition, instructing him to make the arrangements.

When Peter’s dance is over, Tony excuses himself from Strange’s company to have a word with his boy.

“Barton tell you you’ve got a client?” Tony asks. At Peter’s nod he continues. “Well, it’s a bit different this time. The guy’s Stephen Strange.” Peter’s eyes widen in recognition of that name. “I know. But don’t worry about it, baby, it’s the same deal on your end, just do your usual thing. I’ll be watching over on the cameras. I think you’re due for an evaluation anyway.” Tony runs his hands through Peter’s soft hair, mussing up the curls a little. With the boy’s big, doll eyes looking up at him like that, he can’t help but steal a quick, dirty kiss.

Peter relaxes under Tony’s touch, eyes fluttering closed at the kiss. “Okay, Daddy,” he murmurs. “I won’t let you down.”

“I know you won’t, baby boy. Go get ‘em,” Tony says with a squeeze to his ass before sending him off.

After Strange is escorted to the room where Peter is no doubt waiting and ready, Tony heads to his office. He goes to his desk and pulls up the security camera feeds on his computer, maximizing the one overlooking Peter’s room. He puts it on record mode and settles back in his chair. He may have told Peter this was for evaluation purposes, which it is, but it also doesn’t hurt to have some leverage hanging over Strange. Not that his reputation could ever be hurt, being the head of a powerful criminal organization and all, but Tony could probably use it to make his home life difficult. Strange’s wife, Christine, is not a woman to cross.

Through the monitor, Tony sees Peter starting with a dance, on his knees straddling Strange. Tony opens his drawer and takes out a rolled blunt, lighting it up and inhaling deep. It grates him for some reason, seeing Peter with Strange. He knows Strange would never pull anything with his whores under his own roof, and he trusts Barton, Barnes, and Rogers to take care of his property.

But Tony and Strange have always had this weird competitiveness. They work in different fields – Strange smuggles drugs and black market goods, while Tony has his string of nightclubs and restaurants, both underground and legitimate – but they run in the same circles and it’s impossible to avoid each other.

Tony glowers at the blunt between his fingers, irritated at the unwelcome reminder that his entire stash is in fact courtesy of the man currently getting a lap dance from his boy. Strange gets to have whoever he wants at Tony’s club and Tony gets his fill of whatever substance he feels like abusing that month plus a little extra to sell to his clientele. No doubt some of his girls are sucking off a few of Strange’s acolytes for a bag of blow right now. That’s how close their circles overlap.

Still. Watching Peter get naked for Strange irks him like nothing else, and while the weed is top-notch, it can only mellow him out so much.

Peter is bent over the armchair now with Strange behind him, fingering his ass.

Tony sighs, admiring the way Peter bites his lower lip, brows sloped helplessly as his hole is fingered open. See that’s the thing too. Strange doesn’t have the acumen to appreciate a fine specimen like Peter. Other clients have to pay through the nose to get a taste of the boy, so they know to savour him with how expensive he is. Strange is too used to getting what he wants, when he wants it.

Tony inhales from the blunt and almost chokes on the smoke when he sees Peter on the monitor looking straight up at the camera.

God, his boy is so pretty. He can make Tony hard as a rock with just one little look.

Tony leans back in his chair, unzips his pants and takes out his cock. He exhales, relaxing, stroking himself in slow, lazy movements. Peter continues to eye-fuck the hidden camera in the upper corner of his pleasure-room, like he’s looking right at Tony. Those pretty lips are slightly parted, his chest heaving as he clutches desperately on the armchair’s cushions. There’s no audio with the feed, but Tony can imagine the kind of sounds the boy is making. Gorgeous, breathy, high-pitched little moans. Sweet and slutty. The kind of sounds that stoke a fire in you, stirs you to push for more, makes you want to wring out more of those sounds out of that perfect body.

Tony squirms in his chair, blinking slowly, his hand picking up speed over himself. He briefly considers calling for one of his unoccupied dancers to come in and provide him with a nice warm hole to blow his load in, but in truth, the only thing he really wants to fuck right now is unavailable, busy with one of the very few people in this city he can’t mess with. He’ll just have to make do with watching.

Except Strange, the unholy bastard, has Peter flipped over on his back now, and the only part of the boy that’s visible is his slender legs pushed all the way up by his head as the mob boss mounts him like a graceless, rutting dog.

Tony feels his erection balk at the sight of Strange’s ugly bare ass obscuring his view of Peter’s beautiful body and he minimizes the video feed irritably. Instead, he pulls up a file from his cloud archive, a training video he’s done with Peter.

Tony makes these kinds of videos with all his whores, in part for evaluation purposes, in a slightly larger part for his own personal spank bank. What can he say? His beloved den of iniquity is only open at certain times of the day while his libido is unfettered by business hours.

As Tony starts up the video file of his current favourite training session with Peter, he takes one final hit of the blunt before putting it away. He’s got a nice buzz going already and he doesn’t want to be too out of it to enjoy the video.

The footage opens right on Peter, naked already, straddling Tony’s waist. The camera is set up so that it would be from the POV of a client reclined with Peter on their lap. The boy looks nervous, a pink flush high on his cheeks. He peers shyly down the camera’s lens, chewing his bottom lip anxiously. Video-Tony doesn’t admonish him for it. Peter makes it look good. He’s a natural at looking boyish, demure, and innocent.

“Let me see how you’ve prepped yourself,” video-Tony says. His voice is low, so as not to overwhelm the camera’s audio, but still clear due to his proximity to it. Tony is enough of a narcissist though that the sound of his own voice in a sex tape doesn’t bother him too much.

The camera adjusts shakily as it refocuses on Peter kneeling over video-Tony. A larger forearm, one belonging to video-Tony, reaches into view and slips between Peter’s thighs. The camera’s audio picks up the slight hitch in Peter’s breath when a few fingers penetrate him, and that tiny sound is enough to make Tony fully hard again.

A contemplative hum can be heard behind the camera. “You’re a bit too loose, baby,” video-Tony chastises. “Prep yourself enough not to get hurt but remember, they’re still gonna want you nice and tight.”

“Sorry, Daddy,” Peter murmurs, brows drooping a little sadly. Those puppy-dog eyes would’ve brought a lesser man to his knees.

“That’s alright for now. You’re still tight enough for me. But you should know that most of your clients aren’t gonna be as … difficult for you to take than I am. You understand what I’m saying, baby?”

Peter’s smile is still shy but there’s a wicked glint in his eyes. “Harley said you're the biggest he’s ever seen. And he says he’s seen a lot.”

“High praise coming from that little slut,” video-Tony chuckles. “So don’t worry, baby. If you can take me, you can take anyone. Now…”

Tony fast-forwards the video, skipping the parts where his video-self is speaking, giving Peter instructions on what is expected of him during a session. It’s the basic principle Tony tells all his whores, which is that their lofty price tag attracts only the richest of men. If their clients simply wanted to fuck, then there are much cheaper gold-diggers and dime-a-dozen sugar babies crawling the city for them to pick up.

No, Tony Stark’s whores are special things. It’s not just about agreeing into the weird shit these perverts would be hard-pressed to convince most people into doing. Tony allows a good amount of kinks and fetishes (the only thing he doesn’t allow are lasting marks, and all the merchandise is checked thoroughly after each session, with any damage incurred charged straight into the client’s bill). It’s also about that subtle art of seduction, one that continues after the sex is fully underway and even after it’s done. It’s a special brand of allurement that almost never fails to turn a first-timer into a regular.

“These men,” Tony teaches all his whores, “aren’t going to forget what you are, with how much they’re paying for you. But maybe their dick is so good that you forget that. Don’t overdo it, don’t act too greedy for it. Your number one priority is still their pleasure. But show them, that despite any expectations you might have had, you’re getting something out of this too beside the money. Convince them that they fuck so good that you almost forget about it. Tell them with just your eyes, your voice, your pretty little moans, that you shouldn’t be enjoying this, that it should just be a job for you, but it’s so, unexpectedly, overwhelmingly good that you start to get lost in it. And when you leave, make them think that it’s the most difficult thing you’ve ever had to do. Make them think you’re a little in love. Make them want to buy you again.”

Tony resumes normal play on the video once he sees Peter starting to direct Tony’s on-screen cock towards his hole. Video-Tony has finally shut up now and actual-Tony can focus on Peter’s pretty face and the soft, little sounds he makes.

Tony starts stroking himself again as he watches Peter take him in. Peter’s pretty mouth falls open when he feels the blunt head of video-Tony’s cock start to push inside him. The boy is staring straight down the barrel of the camera lens, knowing that he’s being assessed. They had evaluated the footage together after they finished. Tony remembers not having much to criticize. Peter is a natural.

On the monitor, Peter’s eyes widen, breath growing shallower. His gaze flickers down to where he’s being penetrated before darting back up to look at Tony. Peter’s eyelashes flutter as he does this a few more times, lips parting in a sharp gasp, looking more and more surprised with every push at just how far he’s being stretched.

Tony squirms on his chair, squeezing himself a little tighter on the upstroke. His beautiful boy is so good at this, conveying with just his eyes and his breathless panting, just how much he’s enjoying it.

Tony wants to hear more of it though.

“That feel good, baby?” video-Tony’s low voice prompts through the speakers, as though thinking the same.

Peter throws his head back languidly, eyes closed, rocking a little as he gets used to being impaled on a huge cock. “Yeah,” he breathes, quiet and sultry. “Can’t believe…mmm... how big you are, Daddy. Feels so good.”

“Want you to ride me nice and slow. Can you do that for me, baby?”

Peter smiles for him, a slow and lazy thing. He leans forward and runs his hands up video-Tony’s chest. “Of course. Wanna make you feel good, Daddy.”

Peter is also really good at this part. That lithe, little dancer body is made for riding cock all night. He’s sensitive though, beautifully so, as responsive to the lightest touch as dry kindle to fire. Tony has done some endurance training on him and he’s gotten a bit better, able to maintain a good rhythm on a hard cock with cumming all over himself too soon.

“Mmm, shit,” Tony breathes, jacking himself off to match Peter’s on-screen rhythm. His hand’s got nothing on Peter’s tight hole and how the drag of those soft insides pull at him in a delicious squeeze. But it’s almost enough just to see it, see that gorgeous pink hole swallow him in over and over, serenaded by Peter’s moans.

Video-Tony encourages Peter to keep saying things, to tell him how good he’s feeling. The Peter in the video isn’t comfortable running his mouth too much, still a little self-conscious. But what he’s doing at the moment – those broken little,

“Daddy… please, Daddy, I… I want…”

“Oh God, it’s so deep in me… it feels so… ohhh…”

“Fuck, Daddy, it’s so good… so good, I can’t…”

– it’s just so charmingly innocent. Tony can’t help but admit that it suits the boy.

Peter still needs to learn these skills of course. There will no doubt be an occasion where a client would want pretty words to be whispered in his ears by the just-as-pretty boy he’s paying to fuck. But there’s also no doubting that this right here is Peter’s specialty. With those soft blushy cheeks and pretty angel eyes, getting fucked into dazed incoherency just looks way too good on him.

As Peter bounces faster on video-Tony’s lap, his moans get louder and his words mingle incomprehensibly, lost amidst his desperate panting. He continues to make eye-contact with the camera as he fucks himself on the cock he’s sitting on, and Tony almost feels the phantom weight of the boy’s ass on his lap, those plump cheeks slapping lewdly against his thighs.

Tony lets out a loud groan as he jerks himself faster, hissing when he feels his gut twist in pleasure.

When video-Tony allows Peter cum, the boy stares straight down the camera lens as he cries out, pelvis twitching as his pretty little cock spurts ropes of white all over his taut stomach.

“Oh fuck,” Tony grunts, stroking himself furiously until he orgasms too, closing his eyes in bliss.

He just sits there for a few moments, head leaned back on his chair, breathing hard, basking in the pleasure soaking his brain. He doesn’t usually masturbate in the office. Why bother wasting cum on his hand when he’s got a wide selection of gorgeous bodies at his club for his use?

The thing is, he was in the mood for Peter tonight. And stupid Strange had to go and steal him away.

With his clean hand, Tony pulls up the security feed of Peter’s room again. Peter is still on his back, but Strange has his head between the boy’s legs now, scarred hands holding smooth thighs open. At least Tony can see Peter’s face now. He looks like he’s enjoying whatever Strange is doing down there. With all his training, he’d definitely sound like he’s enjoying it regardless of Strange’s skills.

Tony continues to watch them idly, gaze fixed on Peter and ignoring the other man’s presence. Tony’s mind is a lot fuzzier now, relaxed by the weed and orgasm. He must have slipped into a short nap while he was watching Peter on-screen because he jolts awake when he hears a sharp knocking on his door. The security feed now shows an empty room so he must have been out for a while.

Tony grunts out an irritable “yeah, yeah, hang on” when the knocking starts up again. He cleans himself up as best he can before opening the door.

It’s Barton.

“Hey boss, the Wizard says he wants Peter at his event,” he says, referring to Strange by the alias the footmen give him like he’s some kind of boogey-man. Supposedly Strange despises the nickname so of course Tony allows it. “Told him I gotta ask you first because Peter’s never done events off premises before. Then he says he’s cool with paying whatever. Then I said-”

“Wait,” Tony interrupts, shaking his head to clear it, “he doesn’t want Harley?”

“No, he still wants Harley. But he wants Peter too. Harley for the commissioner and Peter for himself. Probably so the guy wouldn’t feel weird being the only one playing with a boy. You know how cops are.” Barton shrugs.

Probably. But more likely that the mobster has taken a liking to Peter after that one taste. Tony wouldn’t blame him. He’s not the first one. Peter’s got a growing number of regular customers getting addicted to his sessions. Tony would never overwork the boy but he’s driven his prices up to match the demand, making Peter one of the most expensive whores in the club. He ends up outpricing a few customers but Peter’s so good that he’s still fully booked up with men rich and horny enough to pay.

Tony finds himself wondering how high he’s gotta go to outprice New York’s wealthiest mobster.

Then he wonders why he even wants to outprice the man at all. Wasn’t the point of hiring Peter, taking the boy under his wing, training him to be the best, didn’t he do all that for the sole purpose of actually making Tony money?

Barton is still waiting for an answer and Tony pulls himself out of his reverie.

“Alright. I’ll send him a quote,” Tony says.

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to be continued

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starker reclist - canon based fics

Hi Starker fam! To celebrate my 900 followers I decided to finally start posting my humble and very personal reclist. I’ve been planning to do it for a while now but it got way bigger than I anticipated so I decided to split it in 4 parts and will share the first one today. I’ve been around for less than a year and there’s a lot I haven’t read yet so my plan is to update this list as I go. 

Under the cut is part I, solely is dedicated to canon-based fics. I’m a sucker for angst so most of my recs feature guilty!Tony, miscommunication, porn with feels and all that jazz. Hopefully you’ll be able to find something interesting according to your preferences. Oh and don’t forget to leave kudos, comments and spread the love for these authors :) Cheers!

Last updated: 2020/04/18. All new fics added will be marked with ***

• 10 Ways to Woo Your Boo by @darker-soft-starker (NR, 6k, completed)

Summary: By twenty-one Peter Parker had graduated college, scored himself a post-grad job and was a full-fledged member of the Avengers. He had his own apartment, paid his own bills and juggled his time between being a superhero and working enough to cover his rent. So long as Peter was armed with his ID, he was a full-fledged adult in the eyes of the law. Perhaps foolishly, he’d assumed it would make him an adult in the eyes of everybody else too. Keen to be seen as worthy of Tony's heart, Peter enlists the help of his friends and the internet in courting his former mentor.

Review: We all love Ash’s fantastic AUs but this lovely canon-based fic may be one of my favorite works by her. I will never know how she manages the fine balance between angst, humor and romance, I just know it hits me good and takes my breath away. Oblivious!Tony and Peter being a bisexual disaster at wooing, what do you mean this wasn’t in the movies? Sounds canon to me.

• 100-Point Restoration by Destina (T, 8k, completed)

Summary: Tony needs a happiness upgrade; Peter wants Tony. These goals might be compatible. (This story is set roughly five years post-Homecoming).

Review: I just realized this was the first Starker fic I’ve read, and it was back in 2017! I didn’t ship Starker at the time but this author must have done something right because for some reason I couldn’t take my eyes away. This fic is gorgeous. Tony’s voice is amazing, his dynamics with Peter are spot-on and organic - but nothing’s better than watching their feelings unfold, like a soft and warm humming just awaiting for disclosure.

• adult supervision by doveslayer (M, 20k, on hiatus)

Summary: Peter Parker should not keep drunk-dialing Tony Stark after midnight. But more pressingly, Tony Stark should not keep answering. In which Tony tries to convince himself he's doing nothing wrong. warning: underage!Peter tho pretty vanilla imo                                                                                        

Review: My favorite “everything is happening while nothing is happening” fic. Their voices are spot on, the dialogues are clever, and you can almost touch the tension with your fingertips. It’s been a year since the last update but even if this fic never gets finished I promise the read will have been worthy!

• Attached by @paspleurer (E, 7k, completed)

Summary: Tony gets it, he really does. As far as rebounds go, sleeping with your childhood hero isn't half bad. And if what Peter wants is this— just sex, with no strings attached— then Tony will give him this.

Review: Pleurer and Learned Foot have seduced me with the rebound trope. This is a lovely Tony POV with the good old pining + miscommunication combo, plus enthusiastic sex and sweet domesticity. What else could I ask for?

• Covet by RTC anonymous (E, 34k, completed)

Summary: Peter has a new boyfriend. Tony starts drinking again, for unrelated reasons.

Review: I read this fic when I was still warily lurking around the Starker fandom and it blew me away. The sexual tension is so palpable you can almost taste it. There is jealous, guity Tony failing at mentoring and a vulnerable, smitten Peter Parker trying to make sense out of it. RTC anon is a religion.

• Ephemeron by @ramblings-from-elsinore (E)

Summary: "Being around Ned, Peter's reminded how out of place he is. For Ned, the second ever appearance of aliens over Manhattan is the stuff of excited hallway chatter, of where were you when—? Ned’s world wasn’t blown apart and stitched back together. Because Ned doesn’t remember. No one does, except the ones who were there, who fought." AKA, "Tony's relationship with Peter may be unconventional, but they’re unconventional people who have had some pretty fucking unconventional experiences." In which Tony can't stop touching Peter to make sure he's real, and Peter dreams of being in Tony's arms and not disappearing.

Review: I started reading this fic before I joined the fandom and man, what a way to get pulled into this ship. Brace yourself for hardcore guilty!Tony being all over the place plus unhealthy codependency and touch deprivation, all the good things. Reading this is a spiritual experience but fair warning: this is not a happy story, at least not for a long while, so please mind the tags.

• Expiration Date by @learned-foot​ (E, 12k, completed)

Summary: Tony knows exactly what this is. First big breakup, go for a fling with a completely inappropriate person. It’s basically a cliché. He kind of thought Peter was better than that, but apparently being brilliant and one of the bravest people on the face of the planet doesn’t mean he’s immune from being a stupid college student who makes stupid college student mistakes. AKA Tony is sure this is just a fling, and he deals with that about as well as you’d expect.

Review: Ahh my beloved rebound trope and my first rec (out of many) by LF! Between a pining, insecure Tony making all the wrong decisions and a young and confident Peter unwilling to let him go, this fic makes your heart ache in the best ways. Good thing LF only works with happy endings!

• From Thy Bounty by @ibby-writes​ and feyrelay (E, 31k, completed)

Summary: Tony’s eyes are always dark, but now there's almost no iris left. He looks hollowed out. There’s something terribly hungry there, despite the feast they've filled themselves on.

Review: I’ve lost count of how many times I reread this insanely hot and ridiculously well written fic. Besides the A+++ characterization, there is delicious food porn foreplay followed by a breathtaking cat and mouse game that culminates with no less than 13.5k of intense and unapologetic sex with feels, my favorite kind. Enjoy the meal! ;D

***Gift of Choice by tuesday (E, 12k, completed)

Summary: Tony Stark had a thing about giving Peter stuff.

Review: This is my favorite fic by tuesday and the PERFECT rendition of our beloved sugar daddy trope. Great pacing, amazing dialogues and a breathtaking build up that makes you both smile and sweat in anticipation. They’re so in love I almost can’t handle when they finally get together. Sexy, hot and very sweet.  

• here is my hand, my heart by belatrix (E, 16k, completed)

Summary: Mostly, Tony had tried not to look. He still does. Try, that is. It’s just― it’s getting a little bit harder every day.

Review: I have a HUGE soft spot for this beautiful masterpiece, because it was the fic that finally made me join the Starker fandom. I’ve reread it so many times and it never fails to amaze me. Through an atmospheric non-linear narrative, this shows a guilt-ridden Tony Stark trying and failing to resist one determined Peter Parker who won’t take bullshit for an answer. Hot, and angsty, and breathtaking.

• I know that you got Daddy Issues (And I do too) by feyrelay (E)

Summary: The one where Peter’s blue balls save the world. Because, yeah? That meandering, blooming thing between him and Mr. Stark? That relationship that continues to be maddeningly legal, platonic, and above-board, but still somehow haunts Peter’s wildest wet-dreams? That might just be the key to Strange’s endgame.

Review: This fic is a love letter to those who appreciate an angsty and nuanced slow burn like me. Possibly the best character study I’ve ever read combined with a clever, well researched and intricated plot. Reading this will make you fall even more in love with Tony and Peter as individuals, before wanting them to be better together. Make sure to also check all related fics under the tag DIEU (Daddy Issues Extended Universe) - the Starker verse we fucking deserve.

• if I am the river, you are the ocean by sadonsundays (E, 7k, completed)

Summary: The one where Tony can't sleep and Peter can't stop his hands from shaking.

Review: This is a gorgeous recovery fic, painful and heartbreaking, yes, but still very gentle as Tony and Peter’s relationship quietly unfolds. Pepper is an absolute treat which was refreshing to me. I just love the quiet and angsty undertone that guides their journey until they finally find home in each other.

if you’d grant my love a pardon by belatrix (M, 2.5k, completed)

Summary: The first time, it goes something like this: “No,” Tony says, but it’s tired, half-hearted, not quite a denial.

Review: One of the reasons why I love this ship is that there’s always room for angst, even when they’re already together. This lovely yet heartbreaking fic mirrors Tony’s fragile heart as he realizes that as much as he should, he just can’t let go of Peter, not quite yet. Belatrix writes guilty!Tony’s headspace like nobody else and I just can’t recommend her writing enough.

• in the light of a dying star by @areiton​ (M, 6k, completed) fix-it

Summary: Extremis isn't a guarantee. That's what Pepper told him, as they took him off the bloody, dusty field. It was just a chance. A desperate gamble.

Review: I’m so glad I read this right after Endgame because this is the fix-it Tony and we all deserved, this fic is so comforting and beautiful. I really love the quiet, ethereal atmosphere and how it shapes our perception of time and character development. Peter is beautifully written and their get together made my heart ache in peace.

• In the Morning by @cagestark​ (M, 6k, completed)

Summary: Peter's pretty stressed. He isn't understanding physics despite all the extra time he is spending with Bruce. And underneath it all, something is wrong with Mr. Stark.

Review: Heart wrenching and painfully honest fic, where Tony is a jealous mess and Peter is his usual earnest, sweet and good self. They meet in the middle, and it’s quiet, beautiful and sad.  

• Kiss Me by @ironspi​

Summary: Five times Peter and Tony almost kiss and one time they did.

Review: This fic was such a lovely surprise! It begins unpretentious and it builds up to quality pining and unresolved sexual tension. Chapter 4 is particularly awesome, so charged and intimate. Kudos to the author for exploring Peter taking the lead and making Tony melt in his arms.

• Landslide by spqr (M, 8k, completed) fix-it

Summary: Peter jumps into the quantum realm with his heart in his throat. He steps out in 2018, on the edge of a lake he still has nightmares about. A hundred yards away over the water, the lights in the lakehouse are on.

Review: Morally ambiguous characters + angsty time travel? Count me in. This fic has a very interesting (and darker) take on Peter post-Thanos, in his raw and desperate grief over Tony. Bonus points for amazing dialogues and a fix-it plot so clever and believable I’m surprised I didn’t see it on screen.  

• lean on me now by @areiton​ (G, 9k, on hiatus)

Summary: He’s so tired, and he hurts, the kind of screaming pain he’s struggling to ignore now, and he wants to go home. But he can do this. He can sit and watch, and keep them safe. A wry smile tugs at his lips because he knows how ridiculous that sounds--a kid keeping Avengers safe.

Review: One of the best canon divergence fics I’ve ever read. It’s quiet, angsty and Peter’s voice is simply amazing. My heart breaks for Tony, but I’m so here for Peter & Rhodey’s brOTP, the fandom deserves more of it.

• noticing by @areiton​ (NR, 2k, completed)

Summary: “You deserve to be happy,” Rhodey tells Tony once, when Tony is drinking and conflicted and Peter is sleeping unaware on the couch. Tony watches him, eyes bright.

Review: How could I ever resist seeing Tony and Peter’s relationship development through Rhodey’s protective and thoughtful gaze? Any Tony stan should read this fic because this is the kind of love, friendship and support he deserves. Reading this put my mind at rest, knowing Tony’s cared for, and safe.

• Obvious by @learned-foot​ (M, 14k, completed)

Summary: When Peter wakes up, several things become very clear all at once: he’s underground somewhere unpleasant, something is messing with his powers, and his entire body hurts. A lot.

Review: WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP *victory dance* god this one is brutal, but we can trust LF to bring on full angst with an intriguing plot and A+++ characterization. I’m so here for protective!Tony doing whatever it takes to keep Peter safe, including all the confusion and heartbreak his problematic decisions may bring.

• Permission by @cagestark​ (E, 16k, completed)

Summary: During drinks with the Avengers, Peter admits that he enjoys orgasms more when someone is giving him permission, though since he's single, there isn't anyone in his life to offer it. Generous Tony offers to offer it.

Review: This fic is unique and so very hot, but don’t let the smutty summary fool you. There is also tenderness and FEELS in capital letters. Despite their arrangement, pining!Tony is so vulnerable and so completely in love with Peter it kinda breaks my heart a little, but thankfully Cage is a big fan of happy endings like me, so we’re all safe in her hands.

***Post-Endgame NYE by @darker-soft-starker (M, completed)

Summary:  Five years after the events of endgame Tony is resurrected. Months after that, he's still trying to find equilibrium

Review: Hands down the loveliest ‘flirting on a bench’ I’ve ever seen, and my top favorite NYE Starker fic. I love to see Tony facing an existential crisis while he navigates his new life post-resurrection, including the violent realization of ‘oh no, Peter’s an attractive adult now’. Gentle and gorgeous get together, kudos at Morgan for being a little devil and playing matchmaking.

• Proxy by @cagestark​ (E, 11k, completed)

Summary: Peter wants to know if Mr. Stark knows, like, anybody who’d be willing to make out with him. Things escalate from there.

Review: I have such a big soft spot for this fic because “by proxy” is one of my favorite tropes and Cage explored it masterfully. Again, this is pining!Tony at his best and Cage just has this ability to transform what once started as a sexy little thing into this soft and gentle love story, the kind that gives you butterflies in the stomach.

• Radar by @intoxicatelou​ (M)

Summary: Peter could say that he’s officially approached desperation, but he wants this, wants Tony, and he’s willing to do everything it takes. Or the one in which Peter tries to become Tony's celebrity crush from 2009 in order to seduce him.

Review: This is one of my favorites self-indulgent fics, I just can’t resist the good old “Peter’s seduction handbook” trope and intoxicatelou delivers it beautifully. This story is sweet, super fun and relatable af. There’s A+ pining, Peter being a bisexual disaster and MJ being the queen we all stan, shocking absolutely no one.

• Revelations by RTC anonymous (E, 127k, completed)

Summary: “I still don’t get it,” Ned says. “How you just... keep being ordinary in spite of all the craziness you’ve lived through. You were in space. You helped Iron Man save the universe. And nobody knows it was you.” His tone softens, becomes almost sad. As though he realizes that what he’s saying is so completely alien to him that he will never be able to understand this part of Peter’s life. “Peter, don’t you want people to know you for who you are?” An AU where they get the Gauntlet off of Thanos that first time, on Titan.

Review: I feel like I don’t need to justify this choice – almost everyone in the fandom has either heard of or read this masterpiece, it’s safe to say this fic is part of the Starker Training Wheels Protocol lol. If you have just arrived or is just exploring the fandom and enjoys slow burns I suggest you start right hee because it doesn’t get any better than this. There’s A+++ characterization, breathtaking pining, insane sexual tension and a very satisfying ending if I may say so. Definitely among my top 3 Starker fics. RTC anon, wherever you are, please know you are loved and appreciated. I’ll literally build an altar for you.

• Reversal by @learned-foot​ (E, 4k, completed)

Summary: Sometimes, Tony is the one who needs to be praised.

Review: For once Peter makes Tony just lie down and take 😊 the fucking 😊 praise 😊. I feel like I’ve been waiting for this fic all my life. This is the praise kink Tony (and we all) deserve, genuine, gentle and powerful. If you’re a big sap for their love like I am, you’re in for an emotional ride because this is overwhelmingly sweet to the point it brings tears to your eyes. LF is such a gift to this fandom.  

• Settling by @cagestark​ (E, 5k, completed)

Summary: Peter really wants to be taller than Tony. Heels help.

Review: One of my favorites by Cage, I still remember how happy and giggly I felt when I first read it. There is A+++ characterization, amazing dialogue, Avengers domesticity, praise kink, the hottest blow job and my favorite Starker first kiss. Oh, did I mention Peter in heels and Tony loving every moment of it? You’re welcome :D

• Stipulations by RTC anonymous (E, 70k, completed)

Summary: Peter Parker’s long term dream recently went from ‘get into MIT’ to ‘afford going to MIT’. As the time approaches, it’s dawning on him that he won’t be able to pay his tuition and afford the move to Cambridge all at once: he’s out of money, his secrets are beginning to pile up, and desperation has started creeping in... And then one night, he saves Tony Stark’s life.

Review: Another fandom classic by our irreplaceable RTC anon, this fic is SO GOOD I keep coming back to it and just recently I realized I’ve built all my personal Starker headcanons out of it, lol. A+++ characterization and hot, delicious pining is a given with this author, but I’m really here for that senses-dialed-to-11 trope, and RTC delivers it masterfully.  

• subtle by @areiton​ (T, 1k, completed)

Summary: Peter is not subtle. He wears his emotion, his excitement, like a flag waved bright red and teasing for a bull—impossible to go unnoticed, impossible to ignore. It’s adorable and it’s Peter, and it’s—in hindsight—why Tony misses the context clues.

Review: This fic is like reading poetry, a balm to the heart. Peter wears Tony’s colors and by the time Tony finally gets the context clues they fall together in the gentlest, softest way.

• Take it slow by tuesday (E, 13k, completed)

Summary: There were a ton of reasons dating Peter was a bad idea. Tony loved bad ideas. He was going to do it anyway. In which Tony thinks they're dating, and then they're dating undercover.

Review: This fic is so endearing it’s basically impossible not to cheer for these two, despite their usual infuriating communication issues, lol. But I promise all the angst and wait are worth it, because there’s nothing more satisfying than seeing how they (finally!) get to be on the same page.

• the record spins on the trails we blaze by @darker-soft-starker​ (NR, 5k, completed)

Summary: Years after the events of Homecoming, Peter thought all of the bad memories were well and truly behind him. After all, so much has happened since then - and he's happy now. Everything is kinda perfect.Turns out nothing stays buried.

Review: Hell yes! I agree HoCo’s events were particularly traumatizing and this trope is not as explored as it should be. To put it simply, this fic is something I didn’t know that I needed and Ash delivered it beautifully. It’s incredibly gentle, cathartic and honest, not to mention the lovely domesticity and understanding between the characters that will make your heart swell.

• Under Someone Else by @learned-foot (M, 7k, completed)

Summary: Peter realizes he’s just a rebound. And he’s okay with that, really. Or at least, that’s what he keeps telling himself.

Review: FEELS, FEELS EVERYWHERE. It’s so hard to choose a favorite fic by LF but this is the first that comes to mind because it introduced me to the amazing rebound trope. It’s so refreshing to see this ship’s potential for angst and miscommunication playing into the “fuck first, talk later” scenario. Warning for vulnerable boys being idiots and breaking our hearts but P.P.P.S they do eventually get their shit together and it’s glorious!

• Up for Anything by tuesday (E, 8k, completed)

Summary: When it came to Tony Stark, Peter would take what he could get. In which Peter believes he's just a rebound. (Not Endgame compliant.)

Review: Of course there’s yet another gorgeous rebound rec because I can’t get enough of this trope. Honestly, LF and Tuesday writing for each other have provided some of the best fics this fandom has, God bless them. This is another treat featuring pining!Peter and the usual “I can’t communicate properly how much I fucking love you”, but there’s also bantering, delicious dirty talk and so much affection that you’ll read it all with the biggest smile on your face.

[heartbreaknow]

Halloween Starker Fragments

This is not a fic per se. Just some fragments. Bits and bobs. It’s the cat ears and vampire fangs of a fic, if you will. A roll of Rockets and some Twizzlers.  

~🎃~

“Hey, Cheerful Cat, you had enough monster mashing yet?”

~

Peter spends Halloween of his senior year at the Tower. 

May’s working a double shift so one of her coworkers can take her kids to the haunted house at Floral Park, so Peter has no reason to be home. Meanwhile, SI is throwing a Spooky Science charity function from noon till six, the popularity of which proves far greater than anticipated. 

So Peter shows up, and allows himself to be drafted by one of Pepper’s assistants—put to work beside some of the real SI interns he’s bumped into on occasion and vaguely recognizes. They put some cat ears on him and draw some whiskers with an eyeliner produced from someone’s makeup bag, and he ends up spending the afternoon explaining exothermic reaction to elementary school kids and keeping their foamy “witches brew” from escaping its designated area.

~

Mr Stark drops by around 2 p.m., bestows a bunch of money on a number of youth science and technology programs in the city, and puts on a show that involves nanites programmed to take various ghoulish forms: a disembodied crawling hand, which transforms into a miniature hissing cat, which transforms into a large spider, which scuttles to the edge of the table and into Tony’s waiting gauntlet, immediately melting into it.

It must seem like magic to their young audience, no matter how simply Mr Stark explains it. It still seems almost like magic to Peter, and he was actually involved a little in some of the programming. Well, the cat and the hand. Mr Stark didn’t tell him about the spider.

~

By the time 6 p.m. rolls around, Peter’s skin and clothes are mottled in green dye from the witches brew, and he’s only eaten five or six mini KitKats since 10 a.m. He doesn’t really notice the oncoming sugar crash until—

“Hey, Cheerful Cat, you had enough monster mashing yet?” 

Mr Stark appears at his station ten minutes from closing and tells him there’s Chinese food getting cold upstairs. Peter’s stomach rumbles as if on cue. He tries not to let his shoulders droop as he exhales a long, tired breath. But Mr Stark notices, and waves off his protests that he should stay and help clean up. “Everyone who volunteered for this is getting a paid vacation day, kid. Unfortunately I cannot pay you not to go to school; they would revoke my mentor’s license. So pack it in, Salem. Penthouse. Chinese food. The Thing is on. You can tell me all about how old it is.”    

~

As they duck out, headed for the elevators, Peter tilts a glance at Mr Stark, grinning. “Hey, was that a Sabrina The Teenage Witch reference you made back there?” 

Mr Stark flicks one of his cat ears, and says something about horrendous animatronics and knowing Melissa in the 90′s.  

~

Peter’s only been truly, properly trick-or-treating once or twice, because his neighborhood was all apartments, and they weren’t usually much good for going door-to-door. But his parents did take him to the nearest mall to trick-or-treat when he was little, and May and Ben took him for a couple of years after that. There was this one little shoe repair store that was kind of out of the way, and not a lot of foot traffic reached it. The manager there was super nice and always gave Peter a full-sized chocolate bar. It was awesome.

Then, the next day at school, Peter would meet up with Ned and trade all of his Oh Henry bars for Ned’s raisins, because for a couple of years Ned’s mom was on a health kick, and Ned was only allowed like two mini chocolate bars on Halloween night and that was it. But Peter liked sharing with Ned, and the raisins weren’t even that bad, as long as it was a fresh box.

Peter recounts some of this to Mr Stark while sitting on the carpet, eating ridiculously gourmet Chinese takeout and sorting all the Oh Henrys from the 50 piece box he found unopened on the counter (someone must’ve bought it as a token effort at Halloween preparedness). He still saves his Oh Henrys for Ned if he gets any, even though Ned can buy them whenever he wants to now. It’s just tradition.

 ~

Tony didn’t go trick-or-treating at all. Howard thought it was gauche; maybe not for other children, but certainly for Howard and Maria Stark’s son. Going door to door, asking for a handout from strangers? It just wasn’t appropriate. Plus, the neighborhood wasn’t suited to it: All those skyscrapers in Manhattan. And on Long Island, all those mansions, all spread out, with heavy gates that were never open.

Jarvis did always bring Tony some of the toffee his wife made, though, and a pumpkin which he would invite Tony to help him carve, after hours, just before he left for the night. So Tony would go up and put on his worst clothes, and they would set the pumpkin down with a satisfying thunk on Tony’s own juvenile work table, and lay out newspaper, and cut the top off the pumpkin. And Tony would put his hands down into the strange, alien viscera of it, and dig and dig against the slimy walls, and think about all the things he could make.

~

Tony says he never did the whole candy brigade. Carved his share of pumpkins though. Ghouls, bats, spiders—he throws a piece of candy corn at Peter to punctuate that last one.

Part way through the night Peter starts catching the candy corn in his mouth whenever Tony throws it, which is…. Something. Tony’s not sure what exactly. The candy traveling a perfect arc from Tony’s hand to Peter’s open mouth—white flash of teeth, quick pink tongue. Something.

~🎃~

[obligatorynasty]

The Weight of the Knife, Part 1: Edgeless

— Sequel to I’ll Be the Fight to Your Flight, Baby. [Read on Tumblr | AO3]

Part: [1] [2] [3] | Read on: AO3 | WC: ~10k | Please excuse any typos.

Main Tags: BadBoy!Tony, Highschool AU, NFF, Angst, TW:Mentions of Blood, TW:Abuse, TW:Graphic Depictions of Violence, TW:Bullying, TW:Underage Drinking and Smoking, Bruises, Choking, [Read all tags on AO3]

Dedicated to @starker-stories, whose love for this AU kept me motivated to write more.

~*1*~

When Peter crossed the threshold into the Stark mansion, the first image that etched itself into his mind was the painting that hung in the foyer. It was massive; nearly covering a two-story wall from ceiling to floor. Adorned with an ornate frame, it stood out from its modern surroundings – partially due to the happy visage of Howard Stark and the even happier young Tony – but mainly due to the large white sheet draped over half of the frame. Peter could tell from the gentle feminine hand placed atop the young Tony's shoulder that it was his mother, Maria Stark, who was obscured. It was hard to fathom – covering a painting in such a blatant way – but watching Tony completely ignore it was even harder. The image was so ingrained that the impact Peter felt was nothing more than a diluted normalcy to Tony.

So Peter didn't bring it up. Instead, he made small talk about the twelve car garage and the unbelievable size of the chandelier that hung in the dining room. He remarked about the mansion’s eerie spotlessness; a feeling like no one lived there or, as Tony clarified, like a dozen house staff maintained the property. He chatted about the practically untouched furniture and how the polished marble tiles squeaked beneath their sneakers, echoing against the high ceilings, as they hurried to the lab. 

“Are you sure we’re allowed to be here, Tones?” Peter asked, each new step into the mansion scratching at his latent anxieties.

“Definitely not but that just makes it more fun, doesn’t it, baby?” 

Tony delivered the line with a heap of charm and that signature bad boy grin. He was so nonchalant, never bothered and always teasing. Sometimes Peter couldn’t believe he was dating the infamous bad boy; the fearsome fighter; the unhinged delinquent; Tony – fucking – Stark. Yet, in their six amazing months as a couple, Peter has had the pleasure of seeing him more as the remarkable genius, the hilarious car singer, and the loyal friend. Sure, Tony was a bad boy through and through but Peter had given him the space to be anything other than that and, so far, they were thriving because of it.

“Maybe it’s more fun for you, but I’m stressed. I’m anxious. I’m-” Peter was stunned into silence when Tony ushered him into the lab. The workspace was a sharp contrast to the rest of the house. It was cluttered; multiple workbenches and desks scattered with complex machinery and technological marvels. “I’m in heaven.” Peter sighed dreamily.

Tony laughed, leaning close, whispering in Peter’s ear a very flirty, “I know something else that could take you to heaven.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Tony!” Peter giggled, jumping away from his boyfriend, his face flushed pink. “We’re in your dad’s lab !” His laughter trailed off as he wandered the room. His nerd senses were on overdrive and his attention to everything else was waning in the face of all the robotic spectacles and hologram capabilities. 

“You’re right.” Tony threw his hands up in surrender. “Wouldn’t want to get caught in here.”

“Exactly,” Peter nodded, brows furrowing in focus as he examined a circuit board that seemed to be forgotten in a pile of desk clutter. “Are you sure your dad isn’t coming home any time soon?”

“I’m sure enough." Tony smiled, stepping forward to hook his arm around Peter’s shoulders. “But let’s stay focused, sweetheart. I promise I’ll show you around more next time.”

“Okay,” Peter pouted, ditching the circuit board and falling out of his tech-obsessed trance, allowing Tony to lead him to the large hologram screen at the center of the room. 

“Plus, we have that thing at your place later,” Tony said as he began navigating the screen with small flicks of his hand. “I just need to find one thing on this computer and then we can go to the... what exactly did Auntie call it again?”

“Our six month anniversary dinner extravaganza,” Peter punctuated each word with grand hand gestures, all coated in sarcasm. “Catered by chef May ,” Peter joked, mocking his aunt’s voice. “Why she thinks we care about things like that is beyond me.”

“Oh?” Tony glanced at his boyfriend with a raised brow and a sly smile. “But I got you a gift, baby.”

“No, you didn’t!” Peter laughed, playfully pushing against Tony’s shoulder. “You said we’d celebrate a year. You said that.” He paused, eyebrows momentarily knitting in concern, “Wait, you didn’t actually get me something, did you?”

“And what if I did?”

“I would obviously fall into an empty-handed panic.” Peter feigned terror, emphasizing his jest by throwing a dramatic hand against his forehead before letting his expression drop into a small pout. “But, really, did you get one?”

“Maybe, maybe not, but it’s not like I need a gift in return.” Tony stopped searching the console, glancing at Peter with suggestive eyes. “You can just let me fuck the lights out of my virgin boyfriend and we'll call it even.”

“Tony! Oh my-” Peter blushed, covering his face and laughing into his hands as the embarrassment bubbled within him. “O-Okay, first of all, MJ says virginity is a construct.”

“And as usual, she’s right,” Tony joined the laughter, shaking his head as his focus drifted back to the computer. “Virginity is a construct – and with all the shit we’ve done, calling you a virgin just wouldn’t do that mouth justice, sweetheart – but still, it doesn’t stop me from wanting to fuck you until you’re a mess.”

Peter froze, his cheeks going a deeper red at his boyfriend’s candid words and his mind running through memories of their most fervent makeout sessions. Like the time Tony used Peter’s mouth – just fucking used it however he wanted. Or the time he naively wondered how his boyfriend managed to last for so long and Tony proceeded to edge him for an hour. And Peter still got goosebumps whenever he thought about that time in Tony’s backseat when he first learned what frotting was. Fuck , he could go on forever but the soft touch of his boyfriend’s hand smoothing through his hair pulled his focus.

“I know we’re joking and shit but- will you...or I mean, do you want to?”

And Peter could tell by the way Tony averted his eyes, speaking so nervous and low, that the question was serious. So, for a moment, he considered if this was the right time to say yes; if this was the right time to go all the way. Yet, he struggled with that phrase – that right time and the inherent importance it somehow held. As if sex was a special frontier that he needed to cross with care. It was strange because although this type of sex was new, being sexual was not; being close to Tony was not; being intimate was not. There were far more important milestones to worry about, so why was his heart thrumming so loud at the mere thought of answering?

“Okay,” Peter finally spoke, solidifying his answer with a smile and a nod. “How about during the break? I-Is that okay?”

“Wait, for real?” Tony perked up, his expression beaming. “I mean, no pressure, baby. You don’t actually have to if you don’t want to, but if you want to – like really fucking want to, not some my-boyfriend-wants-to-so-I-want-to bullshit – then yes. Hell yes. The break is fucking perfect. It’s-”

“Okay, don’t get too excited,” Peter giggled, leaning against Tony’s shoulder and breathing in the older boy’s scent to calm his nerves. “I want to, so I’ll have to p-prep and stuff, but yeah- last day of school is in two days so we’ll have time this weekend to – I don’t know – focus on it, or I mean- um... fuck , talking about it like this is weird.”

Tony pressed a kiss to the top of Peter’s head, “First rule of fucking: Don’t do any fucking until you can actually talk about fucking.”

“Good tip,” Peter crossed his arms and grinned. “Should I credit Pepper or Bruce for that one?”

“Wow, excuse you,” Tony shook his head, mirroring Peter’s grin. “It was actually Rhodey. His dad taught him about sex stuff and he taught me.” His smile faded then, “I mean, it’s not like my old man would teach me anything about that shit anyway.”

Peter’s expression fell solemn, “The important thing is that you learned it, right?” He slipped a gentle hand underneath Tony’s leather jacket, rubbing comforting circles into the small of his back. “If it makes you feel any better, ever since we started dating, May won’t shut up about safe sex. Every morning, when I’m trying to have a peaceful breakfast, she’s there talking about condoms or lube or – oh my god – ‘anal cleanliness’ and I’m just mortified in front of my cheerios.”

“Glad to hear Auntie has been advocating for me to get my dick wet.”

“Oh god,” Peter shook his head, gripping his sides from laughter. “Do not say Auntie and dick wet in the same sentence!”

Tony laughed, “I was just- oh shit, hold up, I found it,” Tony focused on the screen, quickly moving to transfer the file to his phone. 

Peter leaned in to get a closer look, “Found what exactly?”

“The file I need to upgrade Jarvis.”

“Wait, why do you need your dad’s file to upgrade Jarvis?”

“It’s less of an upgrade and more of a key... well, it’s not really that either,” Tony explained. “My dad has this elaborate dynamic encryption protecting the Stark Industries file system and, where Jarvis is right now, he doesn’t have the processing power to brute force the encryption before a new key is set.”

“Oh!” Peter joyfully interrupted, “And this file will give Jarvis access to the encryption key, which would, in theory, give you access every time the encryption algorithm changes to a new key.”

“Fuck, baby, you really know how to turn a guy on.” Tony playful bit his lip and wiggled his eyebrows at Peter.

“Tony!” Peter blushed, rolling his eyes with a smile. “Seriously.”

“Sorry, couldn’t help it,” Tony laughed, turning his attention back to the downloading file. “But you’re almost right. This file is the encryption algorithm so by having Jarvis learn this, he should be able to learn not only how to break in, but also how to predict any improvements made to it.”

“So you’ll never be locked out of Stark Industries again.”

“That’s the plan.”

“Now that’s something to get turned on about.”

Tony raised his brow and turned towards Peter, placing a gentle hand on the younger boy’s hips. “Am I making you hot and bothered, sweetheart?”

“Maybe a little,” Peter softly spoke, bracing himself on Tony’s arms as he was hoisted up onto a desk. “What are you going to do about it?”

“What am I not going to do?” Tony playfully whispered as he stepped between Peter’s knees, wrapping his arms around Peter’s svelte frame, pulling their chests together and closing the gap between their lips.

Whenever they kissed, Peter was reminded of their first. He was reminded of how nervous he was; how bashful; how shaky. Sitting in his bedroom with his face cupped in Tony’s hands, feeling that heated closeness and the warm breath tickling his lips. Their first kiss was tender, slow, and full of emotion. It was so different from the kiss they shared now.

This kiss was frantic and hungry, filled with emotion but fueled by lust. Their lips crashing together like being apart was agony and their hands exploring every inch of exposed flesh, just aching to dip beneath hems and seams. Peter had gained confidence in kissing, even when open-mouthed and graced by tongue. Threading his fingers through Tony's hair had become commonplace and moaning into Tony's mouth was a thoughtless eventuality. A few months ago, he would have cringed at the thought of making such needy sounds but now, he reveled in it. 

Not a lot made him nervous these days. His stutter was practically gone and his skittish nature seldom made an appearance. Something about facing his bullies head-on just changed him. He was the picture of courage, dauntless and bold, the most fearless…

Oh fuck. Peter was dragged from his thoughts by the electric sensation of Tony’s hand on his nipple, pinching and rubbing at the tender nub as the kiss became rougher. Tony tugged Peter’s bottom lip through his teeth, pleasantly groaning at the satisfied expression on the younger boy's face.

Peter gasped, dipping his head down to hide his surely flushed cheeks and clutching at Tony’s leather sleeves like they were the ground that kept him from short-circuiting. “T-Tony, th-that um - that’s-”

“What is it, baby?” Tony gave a smug grin, bringing a hand up beneath Peter’s jaw, gradually squeezing as he guided Peter’s gaze to his. “Go on, tell me.”

And all Peter could do was whine, shakily and through a strained breath. The lightheaded rush of being choked and the mere presence of Tony’s touch making him bulge in his jeans. His hands trembled where they grasped and his eyes yearned for more. So Tony gave a final hard squeeze before pulling his hand away, opting to grab a handful of Peter’s curls. “I asked you a question, sweetheart.”

“T-Tony, I-I’m- um ...i-it’s-” Peter stuttered, falling back into his nerves like they were never really gone. “It’s g-good.”

“There you are,” Tony whispered, a mischievous smile working its way to his lips as he grazed his fingertips against the hardness just beyond Peter’s zipper. “All nervous and cute just for me.”

The only response Peter could muster was a high-pitched Mhmm and a slight pull on Tony’s sleeves, making the older boy lean in for another kiss – and holy shit was it a really fucking good kiss.

So good that the Jarvis alert was background noise and the click of the door handle was their first indicator that Tony’s dad had arrived. The sound made Tony’s shoulders go rigid as he recoiled away from Peter, quickly closing the hologram console before glaring at the door with tension in his eyes. 

Howard stepped into the room, dressed in slacks and a button-up shirt with rolled sleeves and a loose tie. His face was cast in a five o’clock shadow. His eyes were dark – darker than each swig of whiskey from the glass he cradled in his left hand. “So this is your newest boy toy, Anthony?” He shook his head, “I’ve got to say, I’m underwhelmed by this one.”

“ Don’t call him that.” Tony practically growled, his voice taut and his tone a bit deeper.

This was the first time Peter has ever seen Tony and his dad interact. It was shocking – petrifying, really – enough to kill all arousal and compel him to absolute silence. 

Tony was seething, even more than usual, but Howard just laughed, short and belittling, “Of course, you would be more passionate about a slut like this than the company. Predictable as ever, Anthony.”

“Fuck you,” Tony spoke through clenched teeth. 

And from his place at Tony’s side, Peter could tell that the older boy’s knuckles were starting to lose color from how tightly he balled his fists. He could see that Tony was shaking beneath that leather like a boiling pot, brimming with fury and rage. He knew that Howard’s spiteful baiting was bound to make that anger boil over. 

Howard audibly tsked, downing the remaining whiskey in one large swig. And for a moment, the room was still, filled only with the sound of breath and the tick of a clock, when suddenly, it wasn’t. Howard spiked the glass against the floor. The shattering glass and subsequent splay of shards against tile cut through the lab and shook Peter to his very core. The erratic behavior eroding any doubt Peter held about Howard’s presence; imposing and threatening as it was, like watching a carnivore tear through his dinner. 

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” Howard asked, his voice deep and menacing. 

And Peter thought that would be it. He thought Tony would boil over with anger, yell at his father for speaking to him like that; for acting like that. He thought Tony wouldn’t stand for it.

He was wrong.

“Nothing,” Tony shook his head and grabbed Peter by the wrist, radiating a feeling that Peter knew all too well. The fearsome bad boy was scared ; so scared that his hand began to tremble where it gripped; so scared that he started towards the lab doors with Peter in tow. Tony – never lost a fight – Stark was so scared that he was choosing flight and that alone was terrifying.

Without so much as a glimpse in his father’s direction, they rushed towards the doors. Nearly there, nearly escaped. Yet, in those few seconds, in those few breaths, in those few strides, Peter learned what made Howard Stark so dangerous.

“Always a coward, just like your mother.”

Tony flinched, his muscles tensing and his grip tightening on Peter’s wrist. “Don’t talk about her like that.” He spoke low, scared but provoked, thrashing in his father’s trap.

“Like what? Like the waste of space she was?” Howard scoffed. “All she did was birth a useless criminal son and left when she couldn’t deal with the pressure of raising you.”

And it was like throwing a grenade into a bonfire.

“She left because of you!” Tony exploded, screaming loud enough to rival the impact of the shattered glass.

Slap!

It was faster than Peter could process but the echo of Howard’s hand connecting with Tony’s cheek rang in his ears. Fear and anger ricocheted through his body like lightning in a bottle; yet, he could do nothing but watch. Watch how quickly Tony was shaken from his anger like a knife whose edge had dulled. Watch how unapologetic Howard was; how sickeningly pleased he was with Tony’s prompt obedience. Watch firsthand just how twisted Tony’s life at home was.

It was silent for a few heartbeats, then Tony gripped Peter’s wrist even harder than before and pulled him out of the lab. Walking with urgency and leaving behind the callous laughter of his father. 

“Tony,” Peter whispered, his fingers feeling prickly as the feeling started to fade from the pressure of Tony’s hold. “Tony, um-” He struggled to speak as he was practically dragged towards the front door. “Tony, my hand, you’re-!” He tried pulling against Tony’s strength but to no avail. So he planted his heels when they reached the foyer and the force of Tony’s momentum caused them both to trip forward. “Tony!”

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Tony screamed, grabbing Peter by his upper arm and looking at him with the same frustrated expression that he showed his father. “We need to fucking go!”

Peter’s eyes went wide, a twinge of fear bubbling in his chest before anger overtook it. “You were hurting me!” Peter snapped back, yanking his arm away and marching passed Tony, heading towards the car. 

“I- fuck , Peter, I didn’t-” Tony frustratingly ran his hands through his hair, following Peter into the garage. 

“Don’t,” Peter interrupted, raising his palm.

“Why didn’t you just say something?!” Tony yelled, still fuming as he slid into the driver’s seat. 

“I tried too!” Peter yelled back, slamming the car door on his way in and training his eyes out the window, trying to ignore the tension and the dull pain of the bruise on his wrist. “Can you just drive me home?”

Tony inhaled sharp, “Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“That-!” Tony stopped himself and took a deep breath, finally dropping his tone. “Whatever.”

“Great, now you’re whatever-ing me,” Peter mumbled, crossing his arms and gripping his sides in a self-hug. He could feel his emotions in his throat, shaking and threatening to burst, and as he leaned his head against the window, he bit the inside of his lip to keep them at bay.

“If you don’t want to talk, then we’re not going to talk.”

“I never said that I didn’t want to talk.” Peter sniffled – fuck , he thought, as a single tear managed to escape. “I-I just don’t appreciate you t-taking out your anger on me.”

“I’m not!” Tony snapped again.

Peter’s voice was shaky, “T-Then why are you still yelling?”

“Because-!” Tony had a vice grip on the steering wheel, his face a blend of anger and fear and regret. “Because he fucking says shit just to get under my skin and he calls you all these fucked up things and ignores that you’re there and just fucking-” He paused, dropping his forehead against the wheel as well. “I just...”

The sight of Tony struggling made Peter’s heart hurt, but the sound of Tony’s sadness went beyond it. “You just?”

“Nevermind.”

“No, Tones. Don’t do that. Talk to me. I’m-”

“Drop it, Peter.” Tony started the car, ending the conversation like Peter stepped on his toes.

Then, they drove in silence. An awkward and deafening kind of silence – filled with the hum of Tony’s engine and whoosh of the passing scenery – but deafening nonetheless. The peeved energy radiating off of the older boy was familiar but, this time, it wasn’t remedied with silly lip-synced rock ‘n’ roll. No, this was different from those times. Peter couldn’t help but feel tense and, despite his best efforts, he couldn’t stop the way his body shook beneath that fact.

When they arrived at the apartment, the air in the car was so stifling that stepping out into the evening breeze was jarring. Peter tried on a smile, holding the car door open as he spoke, “Are you still coming in for the dinner thing?”

“No.” Tony kept his response short with his lips pressed in a hard line and his eyes fixed on the windshield. “See you at school tomorrow.”

And Peter parted his lips but no words came. So he shut his mouth and the car door, watching from his place on the curb as Tony drove away. For a short while, he stood there, inhaling deep breaths to stave off the tears, but soon, the patter of rain gave him cause to walk inside. 

The apartment was filled with the savory scent of pizza and the sounds of the evening news. It was warm and bright and there was confetti trailing from the front door to the dining table. Taped to the entryway wall was a sign, printed on multiple sheets of white printer paper, that read ‘ Happy 6-Month Extravaganz ’ with a sloppy letter ‘A’ scrawled on a sticky note at the end. 

And Peter didn’t know much more his heart could take.

“Hey boys, I ordered pizza! You wouldn’t believe the fight I had with the office copy machine! It was-” As May rounded the corner and saw the look on Peter’s face, she paused. “Oh, Peter, what happened?”

“Nothing,” Peter shook his head. “This all looks great, thanks Aunt May.” He smiled but even he couldn’t deny the feeling of wetness against his cheeks – he blamed the rain.

“How about some pizza?” May gave a small smile, moving to pull the sign down. “We can eat and watch some movies together. How’s that sound?”

“No, I’m- I’m tired and I’ve got- um, homework to finish up,” Peter sniffled, involuntarily using his sleeve to wick away his sadness. “So I’m just going to go to my room. Night May.”

~*2*~

“Okay, I’m just going to say it,” MJ shook her head, tossing her books into her locker, staring her best friend squarely in the face. “You look like shit.”

And Peter, whose eyes were puffy and whose shoulders were slumped and whose only form of expression came through exasperated sighs, gazed at MJ with tired eyes, “I know.”

“What happened, dude?” Ned questioned, slamming his locker closed and moving to put a comforting hand on Peter’s shoulder.

“A lot,” Peter dropped his forehead against his locker. “A lot happened.”

“Want to talk about it?” MJ offered, her eyes shrouded in sympathy.

Peter sighed, slowly shaking his head, “Not even a little.”

“Well, well, what do we have here?” It was Natasha’s voice, like nails being hammered into Peter’s sanity. “Why so blue? Did your psychotic dog run away?” She laughed, “Maybe for some other twink? Or – what did Loki say? – plaything , right?”

“Nat, stop,” Clint grabbed her arm, trying to pull her away from Peter’s group.

“No,” Natasha resisted, shaking her arm free, a smirk perched on her lips like she was invincible. “Didn’t see Tony with you this morning either. Did he get tired of his bitch?”

“Nat, fucking chill,” Clint whispered under his breath, trying once again to pull her away. “She doesn’t mean it guys. We’re sorry. Come on, Nat!”

“ Sorry? I’m not fucking sorry. ” Natasha scoffed, “Looks like he’s all alone today, maybe we should text Loki, see what he thinks about that.”

“Are you done?” MJ interrupted, glaring at the pair of bullies with her arms crossed.

“Not talking to you,” Natasha sassed, rolling her eyes at MJ. “I’m talking to bitch boy over here.”

Peter inhaled slow, calming the nerves that sat at the back of his mind. “Text them,” He challenged, lifting his forehead from his locker and turning to face Natasha with a bored expression. “Do it. I dare you. Go ahead and see what happens.”

And Natasha, with all of her brazen snark, was taken aback by Peter’s abnormally quick response. “Whatever, you’re not worth my time.” 

“ Whatever, you’re not worth my time. ” Peter mocked, his face unfazed despite the speed of his anxiously racing heart or the force of his grip on the seam in his pocket. “You’re not worth my time, Red.”

“Dude,” Ned held back a laugh, but MJ had no such control; her laughter pulled the attention of curious hallway students, including a guy Peter has never seen before. He was tall and a bit muscular, sporting a denim jacket and staring at Peter with a confidence a bit too reminiscent of Tony’s. It was weird, like locking eyes with a much more smiley and bright version of Tony. Why was this guy staring at him like that anyway? Peter didn’t have the energy to question it; besides, all his attention should be on not getting beat up again.

“Nat, stop fucking around, let’s go,” Clint didn’t give in this time, placing a firm hand in hers and walking away with her in tow.

“Fuck you, bitch. Stark can’t protect you forever!” Natasha’s final words, topped off with a flip of her middle finger, as she disappeared down the hall.

Peter gave a relieved sigh, hand over his heart like he narrowly escaped death, “I think I’m going to pass out.”

“Well, don’t,” Ned laughed. “That was fucking awesome, dude. Very Tony Stark of you.”

“Guess that’s what happens when you move up the food chain,” MJ joked. “Suck Tony Stark’s dick for protection one time and the whole school becomes your bitch.”

“We both know he’s sucked that dick more than once,” Ned smirked, bumping his arm against MJ’s.

“Please stop,” Peter rolled his eyes and started towards the lunchroom, “Let’s just go eat.”

MJ laughed, moving to walk beside Peter, “Where is Tony today anyway?”

“Yeah, he’s usually at your locker before lunch starts,” Ned added. 

“Like I said,” Peter sighed. “ A lot happened.”

“Oh, okay, fair enough,” MJ shrugged as they entered the lunchroom. “No further questions.”

“Well, I have a question,” Ned interjected, following behind Peter to the lunch line. “What the fuck are we doing for the break?” He posed the question with urgent eyes. “Because, and I don’t want to alarm anyone, but we have got to be the only juniors without spring break plans.” 

“Oh no, not that.” MJ feigned surprise, her eyes bored and her voice monotonous but not even her eye roll could stop Ned’s enthusiasm.

“Oh no is right, MJ! Peter, are your cool friends doing anything?”

“My cool friends?” Peter squinted as he grabbed a tray and moved down the line, unimpressed by the high school food but too exhausted to complain.

MJ snorted, “He means the big buff trio.”

Well, even Peter had to smile at that, “You mean Steve, Sam, and Bucky?”

“MJ, that codename is for private correspondence only,” Ned joked. “But yeah, have they roped you into any plans yet?”

“I don’t know,” Peter shrugged as they exited the line, surveying the lunchroom for Steve’s table and locking eyes with a waving Bucky. “Let’s go ask.”

“What?” Ned’s eyebrows flew upward. “You’re bringing us to sit with Steve Rogers?”

“I guess I am,” Peter gave a small grin. “I’ve got to introduce my cool friends to my new friends eventually, right?”

Ned dramatically gasped, “When did my best friend become so smooth?”

“He was always this smooth,” MJ laughed, following Peter to the table.

“Hey Peter,” Bucky smiled, gesturing to some empty chairs. “And MJ and Ned, right?”

“Yeah,” MJ said as she sat. “Nice to finally meet you guys.”

“Likewise,” Steve said before shooting Peter a skeptical look. “Hey Pete, where’s Tony?”

“Not sure,” Peter clenched his jaw, biting on the inside of his lip to stave off his lingering emotions, preparing himself to make excuses. “He’s probably just skipping today. No big deal.” He waved away any hint of sadness, replacing it instead with an over-enthused – and clearly forced – smile. “Anyway, we were talking about spring break, right Ned?”

“Right,” Ned said, blinking a few times before shaking his head. “Right!” He dropped his hands against the lunch table, pulling everyone’s attention – leave it to him to always have Peter’s back. “Spring break is next week, guys. Do you have any plans?”

“Well, me and the guys usually visit my family’s beach house,” Steve answered.

“How big is the house?” MJ asked.

“Oh, the house is huge,” Bucky assured. “If people doubled up in the beds, it could probably sleep like twelve people.”

“Did you guys want to come with us?” Steve offered. “We could make it a party. Tony could bring his friends too. What do you think, Pete?”

Peter was distracted, idly pushing food around his lunch tray and staring into the abyss of students. His mind wandered through yesterday’s events, silently wishing they never happened. He wondered where Tony was; where Tony had been all morning. It was like him to skip classes but never lunch. It was the only school period they shared. What was happening?

“Peter!” MJ snapped him from his thoughts. “You there?”

“O-Oh, what? Sorry, um- what were you-?”

“Spring break party at Steve’s beach house with all of us and Tony’s crew?” MJ summarized. “That sound good?”

“Yeah, probably,” Peter nodded. “Sounds good to me.”

“Great, then I’ll ask my parents if we can use the house and let you guys know what they say on Friday.”

“Thanks, Steve,” Ned excitedly said.

And the conversation went from there. Planning about what food to bring, what alcohol was the best, what games they would play. Some great mingling between mutual friends that Peter was barely present for. He was so in his own head that he didn’t realize who was approaching the table.

“Hey.”

Peter lifted his head, surprised to find that the voice belonged to the guy from the hallway, who was pulling up a chair to sit beside him. “Um...hey?”

“What’s your name, kid?”

“Definitely not kid .” Peter raised his eyebrow. “Who’s asking?”

The guy laughed, “My name’s Quentin – Quentin Beck – and I saw you, in the hallway, telling that girl off and I knew I needed to introduce myself.”

“Wait. That girl? ” MJ interrupted, looking just as confused as the rest of the table. “You don’t know who Natasha Romanoff is? Who are you?”

“Oh, I’m new here. Just transferred today. Nice to meet you guys,” Quentin was courteous, making eye contact with each person at the table before focusing his attention solely on Peter. “Especially you, kid.”

“Peter,” He introduced himself, feeling a bit uneasy with the unfamiliar attention.

“It suits you,” Quentin gave a bright smile. “Your shirt is also pretty funny.”

Peter furrowed his brow, so unsure about what shirt he threw on today that he had to glance down. Peaking between his unbuttoned plaid shirt was his ‘ if you believe in telekinesis, please raise my hand ’ t-shirt. A classic. Peter let out a light huff of breath that ended in the smallest of smiles, “Thanks. It’s actually my favorite one.”

Quentin gave a small laugh of his own, looking at Peter with adoration, “Suddenly, it’s my favorite too.”

“U-Um...you look good too,” Peter clumsily reciprocated. “I mean, your jacket is really cool.”

“You’re really cool,” Quentin shot back with a grin.

“O-kay!” Ned loudly interrupted, clapping his hands together. “Let’s get back to the spring break plans.”

“Agreed,” MJ nodded, staring at Peter with the strongest what-the-fuck-are-you-doing look. “Peter, do you think your boyfriend would mind driving?”

“ Boy friend, huh?” Quentin smirked, not looking away from Peter for even a second. “Glad to know we’re teammates, Peter.”

The line made Sam and Bucky burst into laughter. “Steve, you need to take some notes,” Bucky joked, smiling at Steve, who laughed as well.

“And you better be careful, new kid,” Sam warned, pointing towards the cafeteria doors. “Tony is literally coming this way.”

Peter perked up, surprised to see Tony sauntering towards them. The bad boy’s presence brought the lunchroom to a grinding halt and only when he made it to Peter’s table, did it resume. 

“Move,” Tony spoke directly to Quentin.

“Um...no,” Quentin snorted, seemingly unbothered. “Don’t be a dick. Just get another chair. I’m talking to Peter.”

Everyone, even Peter, was stunned by Quentin’s blind confidence. Tony, however, was immediately set off. “ The fuck? ” Tony cursed as he grabbed Quentin by the jacket collar and effortlessly yanked him up from the chair. “It wasn’t a fucking question.”

“T-Tony! Stop,” Peter promptly stood, pulling Tony’s hand away from the denim. “He didn’t mean it.”

“What?” Tony gave Peter an incredulous look. “Who the fuck is this guy to you?” He moved forward, shoving Quentin back a step. It was all the cafeteria crowd needed to be fully tuned in. Enraptured by the actions of the notorious bad boy and what seemed to be his latest target: a very confused Quentin Beck. A second shove had people whispering, but a third had them outright rowdy with their phones primed to spread the brawl to everyone in the school.

“Tony, stop it !” Peter snapped, his voice low but serious, immediately compelling Tony’s focus. “Hallway,” He demanded before walking off.

Tony tsk ed but followed with his hands shoved in his pockets and anger lingering his eyes. All the way to the empty hallway, where Peter now stood, arms crossed and disappointed, “What is going on with you?”

“Who the fuck was that?” Tony fumed.

“Nobod- wait, no, I-I’m asking the questions,” Peter stressed. “Why are you so on edge?”

“You know why.”

“Actually, no. I really don’t.” Peter pointed out. “You told me to drop it , remember.”

“Not that- fuck, that’s not what I meant.” Tony let out a frustrated sigh.

“Then what did you mean, Tony? Because skipping out on dinner really sends a clear message.” Peter could feel a sting in his eyes. “I’m so confused and hurt and I was looking for you all day today and you finally show up but you’re not even here for me. You just came to cause trouble, didn’t you?”

“No, Peter, that’s-” Tony stepped forward, grabbing Peter’s hand. “I am here for you. I only ever come to this fucking place for you.” He shook his head, “I didn’t want to fight, I just- Why would you even think that?”

Without warning, the lunchroom doors swung open and Quentin emerged, “Oh, sorry, am I interrupting something?”

“Yes!” Tony yelled, in sync with Peter’s very annoyed, “No.”

Peter pulled his hand from Tony’s, “Did you need something, Quentin?”

“Oh, um- I just wanted to say sorry for what I said in there,” Quentin seemed apologetic, looking at Tony with remorse in his eyes. “I didn’t realize that you were Peter’s boyfriend. I overstepped. Sorry, man.”

It appeared a sincere apology, but Tony remained silent.

“Tony, he’s apologizing ,” Peter emphasized.

“So?”

“You’re unbelievable,” Peter whispered, shaking his head and moving towards the lunchroom doors. “I don’t want to talk anymore. Skip the rest of the day for all I care.”

And Tony did just that.

~*3*~

When Peter said skip all day, he didn’t think Tony actually would. He was convinced that, despite the tension, his boyfriend would follow their normal routine. On a regular day, Tony would be there within minutes of the buses leaving, ready to drive him home. So Peter stood outside the school, hopefully waiting for his boyfriend to pick him up. Yet, as the minutes ticked by and the school became emptier, Peter realized that Tony wasn’t coming.

Left with no choice, Peter started the walk home, just as he’d done countless times before; trekked the three miles whenever the weather was nice or he missed the bus. After all, getting driven around by his boyfriend every day would make him lazy. There was no harm in putting feet to the concrete, exercising his legs, inhaling some fresh air. No, the harm started after the first two blocks, when the sky decided on rain and not just any rain – no, this was soak-through-a-backpack , fuck-you-Peter kind of rain.

And Peter nearly screamed, his frustrations pooling as he dashed to take shelter beneath a storefront awning. In the cover, he dropped his head into his palms, convinced that the universe hated him. He didn’t have an umbrella, he didn’t have anyone to pick him up, and no matter how much optimism he tried to muster, he knew an hour-long walk in the pouring rain would break him.

Beep!

A car horn close enough to Tony’s that Peter’s whole body experienced a wave of happiness but, as he lifted his head, the wave dissipated. The car wasn’t Tony’s or MJ’s or Steve’s. Just an ordinary sedan that he was set to ignore, but then, the windows rolled down.

“Well, if it isn’t Tony Stark’s plaything.” It was Loki, parking the car against the curb and stepping out into the rain with vengeance in his eyes. “Where’s Stark?”

Shit. Peter tensed, “Fuck off, Loki. Tony’s on his way.” A bold-faced lie – one he wished were true; one he hoped appeared as true.

“Is he?” Loki smirked deviously, moving closer and closer to Peter, “You see, I received a quite interesting text from Natasha today.” He cracked his knuckles, “What was it you said to me that night? Touch me again and I’ll have him break the other one ?” He recalled, standing inches away from Peter. “Now, that only works if you actually have a him , doesn’t it?”

Yeah, the universe definitely hates me. Peter thought, inhaling sharply as regret seeped through his body and he backed against the brick of the storefront. The very thing he tried so hard to contain swarming to the surface: fear. “Don’t come near me! T-Tony will find out! H-He’ll know, he-”

“There’s the Parker I know,” Loki smirked, grabbing Peter by his collar, “Once a scared little bitch, always a scared little bitch.” He gave a dark laugh as he slammed Peter against the brick with one hand. The other winding into a fist and poised to deliver a punch.

And Peter closed his eyes, relaxed his jaw, and prepared for the inevitable, a pit in his stomach from knowing Tony wouldn’t be saving him. He wanted to cry.

“Hey! Get off of him!” 

A perfectly timed interruption that stopped Loki in his tracks and filled Peter with a thankful relief. It was Quentin, emerging from an expensive, tinted-windowed sports car and bolting towards them without hesitation. With his fists balled and ready to defend, he promptly stepped between them, shoving Loki back a few steps.

Quentin’s serious eyes were striking, especially when paired with that confident grin and the way he hovered his fists like a trained fighter squares up for a brawl. Or the way he pulled off that denim jacket and draped it over Peter’s head like he was protecting something important. Or the way he so reassuringly affirmed that Peter would be fine, so hold this for me, kid. I’ll handle this.

And Peter would be lying if he said it didn’t remind him of Tony.

However, what happened next was nothing like the notorious bad boy. Quentin wasn’t a violent fighter. Though Peter appreciated the protection, the way Quentin fought was boring. He didn’t seem to enjoy the conflict – in fact, he only threw punches when Loki threw them. He was clearly trained but instead of a self-serving show of brutality, he leaned toward ending it as cleanly as possible. In the end, Loki stopped the fight. Not because he was dazed or bruised or bloody, but because Quentin’s resolve was stronger.

And much like Natasha, Loki left Peter with a warning before driving off. “Sooner or later, you’ll run out of assholes to protect you, Parker. And you and I both know that a scared little bitch like you can’t protect yourself.”

Quentin exhaled, winded from the fight and thoroughly soaked with rain, but smiling bright nonetheless. “Hey, Peter! Do you need a ride somewhere?”

Maybe the universe didn’t hate him after all. “Y-Yes!” Peter spared no time in rushing to Quentin’s car and following him inside. “You’re a lifesaver, Quentin.” He said as he shed his wet clothes, denim jacket first, plaid long sleeve second.

“Beck.”

“Hm?”

“My good friends call me Beck.” Quentin smiled, slicking his wet hair away from his forehead.

“Oh,” Peter nodded. “Beck, then. ” He sighed, leaning back against the seat, thankful for the heat pumping through its vents. “Thanks for helping me out.”

“No need to thank me. I’m just glad I showed up when I did,” Quentin gestured to Peter’s wrist. “Before he could do anything else.”

Peter flinched, covering his bruised wrist like he was caught doing something wrong, “This was- um...yeah, I’m glad too.”

Quentin furrowed his brow, “Who was that anyway? And that Natasha girl too?”

“That was Loki,” Peter sighed, “They’re my... enemies , I guess?”

“Enemies?” Quentin gave a soft laugh, “That’s pretty intense. What’d they do?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Try me.”

“No, I don’t like getting too much into it,” Peter shook his head. “I was duped and Tony helped me. Let’s leave it at that.”

“Tony helped you, huh?” Quentin repeated, clearly annoyed. “Then where was he just now?”

“He was just busy today.” Peter was making excuses. Again.

“Too busy to protect his boyfriend?” Quentin scoffed. “If you were my boyfriend, I would protect you all the time. No matter what, even if we had some stupid argument at school.”

Peter’s eyes went wide at Quentin’s sentiment, “We weren’t arguing. We were just-”

“I’m not blind, Peter,” Quentin interrupted. “I heard you both fighting in the hall. Tony seems quick to anger and, honestly, you don’t deserve that.”

Peter crossed his arms and stared out the window, “And how do you know what I deserve?”

“I don’t, but I know you don’t deserve a guy that would leave you stranded in the rain.” Quentin sighed, “Look, I can tell you’re upset, so I’ll drop it for now, but at least think about what I said, okay?”

Peter glanced over to Quentin, whose eyes seemed so genuine that he felt bad for being annoyed. “Okay,” He nodded, relaxing his arms, feeling a bit embarrassed for being so peeved. “Um...so, your car is... nice.”

“Thank you. It belongs to my parents,” Quentin gave a bashful laugh. “I couldn’t find my bus stop this morning and when I finally got there, I missed the bus so I took the car.”

“Without telling them?” Peter rose his brow.

“Without telling them,” Quentin slowly repeated with a grin. “I’m definitely going to be in some deep shit so let’s enjoy it while it lasts.” He pressed a button to the right of the gearshift, “Seat warmers,” He said as he pressed another button, switching on the radio and filling the car with the low hum of rock music. “Surround sound and–” Another button. “Self-driving navigation. Put your address in and we’re all set.”

“Wow, this is my first time in one of these,” Peter mentioned as he inputted his address on the touch screen. “There. Did that work?”

“Perfectly.” Quentin nodded as he started the ride and the car pulled away from the curb. “Now, sit back, relax, and enjoy your warmed butt. We’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Peter almost laughed at that one – almost – instead, he took the advice. He relaxed, soaking in the warmth and peacefully listening to the radio mixed with the pitter-patter of the rain. But then an AC/DC track played. “Can we skip this one?”

“Not in a ‘Shoot to Thrill’ kind of mood?” Quentin asked as he skipped the song.

Peter shook his head, leaning forward slightly, “It’s not that...it’s other stuff.”

“Does this other stuff wear leather and have a surprisingly high grip strength?”

“Yeah,” Peter nodded, “By the way, sorry he did that to you.”

“No worries,” Quentin shook his head. “Let’s not talk about him. I want to know more about the kid, Peter Parker.” 

“I am not a kid,” Peter lightheartedly complained. “We’re probably like one year apart.”

“I know but you get so worked up over it,” Quentin grinned. “I can’t help it.”

Peter sighed but smiled, “Fine, what do you want to know?”

Quentin beamed, “Do you have any hobbies?”

“Comics, I guess,” Peter answered. “I have a collection up in my room.”

Quentin gasped, “Can I come in and see it?”

“Sure, I guess.”

And when they arrived at Peter's apartment and ventured into his room, talking about comic books turned to playing video games for a few hours. And that turned to homework together and raiding the fridge for snacks. Chats about sharing interests turned to lending comic books, which very quickly turned to hey, Beck, do you want to come on our spring break trip? Somehow, it all turned Peter’s awful day into something a little brighter.

“Thanks for hanging out today, Beck,” Peter flashed a quick smile, leaning against the door frame.

Quentin smirked, “And thank you for the comic book. I promise to bring it back with all its pages and exactly one unidentifiable snack stain.”

Peter laughed, an honest laugh, “Sounds good.”

“Wow,” Quentin smiled, moving his hand to gently tilt Peter’s chin upward, “Your laugh is really cute, Peter.”

“W-What?” Peter blushed – what the fuck? blushed? – he pulled away, quickly laughing it off like one big joke. “My laugh is actually quite manly.”

“Anything you say, kid.” Quentin gave Peter one last smile before turning to head down the hall. “See you tomorrow!”

“See you!” And as he closed the apartment door, Peter scoffed but there was no denying the smile on his face; no denying that Quentin’s company had cheered him up.

Just as Peter turned to head to his room, the door opened again. It was May, “Hey Peter, who was that boy in the hall?”

“His name’s Quentin,” Peter answered. “He gave me a ride home today.”

“He was here until now?” May glanced at her watch. “It’s past seven. What about Tony?”

Right. Tony.  

Peter sighed, the flurry of negative emotions washing back over him at the mere mention of his boyfriend’s name. “What about Tony?” He mumbled, stalking into his room like the moody teenager he was.

~*4*~

The next morning was just as rough as the last but, at least, the sun was up today. Peter rode the bus to school, thankful that the ride was quiet despite the rumors that were starting to brew. According to a very frantic text from Ned this morning, students were starting to gossip about his relationship. The question at the center of speculation: are Tony and Peter breaking up? And it hurt to not know if that speculation was justified. After all, they had been arguing a lot and tensions were high.

Peter sighed as he stepped off the bus, ready to resign himself to another day of sadness, but then a voice called out to him that made his chest feel tight.

“Peter!” It was Tony, leaning against his car in the parking lot, smoking and gesturing for Peter to join him. He seemed less angry today, less brooding. The sight filled Peter with joy, but he was reluctant to show it. He was still upset. He was still confused. He was still hurt, but none of that could stop his feet from carrying him across the lot. “What?” He asked, crossing his arms, keeping his eyes on the pavement.

“I want to talk,” Tony said, flicking his cigarette away. “Can we?”

“You ditched me yesterday,” Peter whispered, unsure why his hands started to tremble in his pockets. “It was raining and I had to walk and-”

“ You told me to skip,” Tony interrupted. “Why didn’t you take the bus?”

“Because I didn’t think you would listen to me,” Peter sighed, shaking his head. “I waited for you.”

“How was I supposed to know that?” Tony let out a frustrated huff of breath, dragging a hand through his hair.

Peter bit the inside of his lip and turned on his heel, “If I’m bothering you, then we can just-”

“Wait, no!” Tony reached out, grabbing Peter by his wrist.

The same bruised wrist as before. Peter flinched at the contact, inhaling sharp through his teeth as a dull pain erupted up his forearm. “L-Let go!”

Tony’s eyes went wide, releasing his grip immediately. “Sorry! I’m sorry, baby, I forgot-”

“How could you forget something that you did!?” Peter snapped, clasping his bruised wrist in his hand, holding it to his chest. “I don’t want to talk anymore.”

“Peter,” Tony’s voice was unsteady, frantic, worried. He reached out again, a gentle hand in Peter’s, but the younger boy just yanked it away.

“Don’t touch me.” 

Tony paused, slowly closing his hand and stuffing it into his pocket. “Okay, but please, baby, just talk to me, I didn’t mean-”

“No,” Peter shook his head, once again starting towards the building.

Tony followed, keeping his hands to himself but unrelenting in his pleads. “Please. I’m sorry. Don’t be mad, baby, just stay and talk to me.”

“Stop calling me that,” Peter fumed, irritation dripping from every word. 

Tony jogged forward, stepping in front of Peter to halt his strides. “Okay, okay , but I really just want to talk. I want to fix this, I-”

“I told you no,” Peter repeated, stepping around Tony without even looking him in the eye. “The bell is going to ring soon. I have class.”

“Peter,” Tony reached out again, grabbing almost desperately at Peter’s hand.

“I told you not to touch me!”

“I don’t know what else to do-!”

“Is there a problem here?” All of sudden, there was Quentin, fearlessly interjecting with one hand pushing against Tony’s chest and the other hovering in front of Peter in protection. His shoulders rigid and his body braced for a clash more intense than their last.

Tony scowled, his eyes cast in a dark and threatening glare, “Move the hand before I break it.”

“He told you not to touch him.” Quentin challenged, ignoring the warning and shoving his hand harder against Tony’s chest.

And Peter watched with a sinking feeling as Tony grabbed Quentin’s wrist and fingers like he was leveraging to snap the bone. “Tony, don’t!” He yelled, louder than he has in a while and Tony must have taken notice because he released Quentin without question.

But then Quentin scoffed, putting two and two together, “You’re the one that fucked up Peter’s wrist, aren’t you?” He laughed low, his tone unsurprised, “And you left him in the rain to get beat up?”

“What?” Tony squinted, “What the fuck is he talking about, Peter?”

Peter shook his head, panicking, “Quentin, stop, you don’t have to-”

“No, he should know that because of him, you almost got the shit kicked out of you by that Loki guy.” Quentin asserted. “I’m glad I was there to take you home.”

“He took you home?” Tony’s voice went stagnant, coasting somewhere dark that had Peter struggling to find the words to respond.

“Yeah, I did,” Quentin boasted. “I was there to protect him, to spend time with him, to get his mind off all the stress you put him through.” He said, stepping back and throwing his arm around Peter’s shoulders. “So, don’t worry, I’ll be taking him again today.”

Peter froze, staring into Tony’s eyes and feeling a swarm of guilt in his stomach, “I didn’t- um, Tony, we didn’t do anything-” He pulled away from Quentin, “It was just-”

“Was he in your room?” Tony asked, tone unchanging.

“Yes, but-”

Tony closed his eyes, taking a deep breath through clenched teeth as his hands balled into fists. Anger was radiating off of him, billowing into the air and making it hard for Peter to breathe. Yet, as Tony opened his eyes, his fists relaxed and his fury seemed to wane as he brought his hand up slowly, threading his fingers through Peter’s hair, “I’m taking you home today.”

And Peter understood that it wasn’t a question.

“Okay.”

~*5*~

After school, the tension had grown beyond control, especially now, as the spring break group convened for a quick meeting – meaning Steve, Sam, Bucky, MJ, Ned, and Tony were hit with the surprise of Quentin’s invitation all at once. To make things worse, the sheer pressure emanating from Tony was making the atmosphere unbearable.

“So,” Steve began, smiling at the group despite the clear unease. “I’ve got good news.”

“We got permission to use the beach house!” Bucky blurted out, beating Steve to the punch.

“Steve’s parents said we can have it for the week.” Sam added, “Monday through Friday.”

“Like they said,” Steve shook his head, playfully putting his hands over their mouths. “Before I was so rudely interrupted. We got the okay from my folks.”

“Yes!” Ned exclaimed, shaking Peter by the shoulders, probably trying to relax the mood. “Spring break!”

Steve laughed at Ned’s enthusiasm, “Is he always like this?”

“Always,” MJ assured. “So is everyone clear with what they’re bringing?”

“We’ll handle the drinks,” Bucky gestured to Sam, Steve, and himself.

“MJ, Peter, and I will get the food.” Ned gave a thumbs up. “But someone else needs to get stuff to light the grill.”

“I can handle that,” Quentin offered.

“Perfect,” Steve nodded. “Tony, you’re friends are good with getting the music set up and the games, right?”

“Yeah,” Tony shrugged. “Happy’s bringing his car.”

“I’m bringing mine,” MJ added.

“Me too,” Quentin and Tony said in unison, only adding to the tension nagging at Peter’s insides.

“Having four cars is perfect,” Ned interjected, laughing awkwardly. “Everyone will have legroom.”

“Sounds good to me.” Steve smiled, waving to everyone as they dispersed. “See you all on Monday!”

No one lingered – not that Peter blamed them – the conversation was strained and uncomfortable. He was relieved that Quentin didn’t start something as they exited the school. Maybe it was because Tony was so silent and Quentin wasn’t the type to start a fight on his own. The walk to the parking lot was quiet, even quieter was the drive to Peter’s apartment. Another awkwardly silent drive with Tony’s unease imposed on the atmosphere.

As Tony parked the car against the curb, Peter opened the door before saying, “Do you want to come in?”

“No,” Tony said, keeping his car running and his hands on the wheel.

“We should talk now, Tones,” Peter closed the door. “I’m sorry about what Quentin said.”

“Which part?” Tony stressed. “The part about Loki, or that he brought you home, or maybe that he was in your fucking room ?” His voice got louder and louder with each word.

Peter’s voice caught in his throat, “W-We didn’t do anything.” 

“How long was he there?”

“I don’t know...until May got back,” Peter shrugged. “We just played video games and did homework. I lent him a book,” His hands were starting to tremble again. He hated it. “He’s my friend.”

“Sure, a friend ,” Tony scoffed.

“What are you trying to say?”

“You let him touch you,” Tony seethed. “You couldn’t stand me touching you but you didn’t seem to care when it was him. What the fuck happened to I’m yours, but you’re mine too , huh?”

“Nothing happened to it!” Peter was starting to panic. All of their conversations had spiraled out of control, escalated beyond what they should have been, and this one was no different. “I was just upset with you and he was nice to me so I didn’t think about it. I didn’t mean to-”

“I wanted to end this shit today.”

Peter’s heart skipped a beat, so scared by the vagueness in those words that his whole frame began to shake. “W-What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” Tony shook his head. “Get out of my car.”

“What?”

“I said get out.”

“Tony.” That came out more pitifully than Peter wanted and – oh no – his vision began to blur behind tears. “I don’t like him,” His voice was distorted and breathy and on the verge of sobs, but somehow, that didn’t stop him from getting angry. “You’re the one that started this!” He yelled, looking up to combat his tears. “You’re the one that got mad first! I was trying to talk to you about your dad and you-”

“I don’t want to talk about him!” Tony snapped, slamming his hand against the steering wheel. “Why don’t you get that? Why can't you just fucking let it go?!”

“Because he hit you, Tony!” Peter snapped back. “He hit you and I couldn’t do anything and I could tell you were scared and that-”

“Peter, stop! Just fucking stop!” Tony dropped his face into his hands. “This isn’t something you should worry about.”

“Tony, I’m your boyfriend ,” Peter stressed, wiping at his tear-stained cheeks. “How can I not worry? It happened in front of me and I-”

“Can you just get out?” Tony lifted his head, his expression was blank but his eyes were wet, so clearly filled with tears of his own.

“But Tony, I-”

“Peter, I’m serious, get the fuck out of my car.”

“If that’s what you want then fine!” Peter fumed, throwing open the car door and stepping out. “Be that way!” He yelled before slamming the door shut and turning towards his building, not bothering to glance back, even when the roar of Tony’s engine disappeared down the street.

As he ambled into his building and up the stairs, Peter wondered if this was what it felt like to be at his wits’ end; to feel utterly crushed by the weight of his emotions; to feel his heartache and be at a loss when trying to fix it. He stepped into the apartment, surprised to see May’s shoes by the door and hear her bright greeting. Right, it was the weekend, she was home earlier than usual. 

“Peter!” May was stunned when she laid eyes on her nephew, rushing over to pull him into a hug. “What happened?”

“I don’t know!” Peter started to break down. “Things just keep getting worse and we keep arguing and I-” He sobbed, “I don’t know what to do!” And the tears he so viciously tried holding back fell freely and he was hopeless against them. 

“Okay, calm down,” May rubbed gentle circles into Peter’s back. “Come sit down,” She said as she guided him to the couch, where he continued to cry. Where he continued to weep as she headed into the kitchen and prepared two cups of tea. Continued to sob as she grabbed a box of tissues from the linen closet and calmly sat, waiting for the tears to run dry. And once they did, she finally spoke, “Now, explain.”

“Tony hates me,” Peter’s voice was hoarse. “All we’ve been doing is fighting with each other and Quentin made it worse.”

“The boy from the hall?”

“Yeah,” Peter sniffled. “He’s my friend but Tony thinks I like him and we’re fighting about that too now.” He sighed, taking a sip of tea before continuing, “And everyone’s going on that trip to Steve’s family’s beach house. And it’s just going to be the worst, Aunt May.”

“What were you fighting about before Quentin?”

“I-” Peter hesitated, “It was something that happened at Tony’s house.”

“And what happened?”

“Something bad,” Peter mumbled, placing his mug on the coffee table.

“I’m listening.”

-

Read Part 2: Here.

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It continues!

Edit: my stupid ass forgot the tag list posting so here it is (though some of you still found it lmao): @prettieststarker @readysetstarker @lover-starker @starkerprince @starker-flame @i-am-irondaddy @blush-reincarnated @c6h12o6-work @von–gelmini @caseysroses @darkobsidianquill​

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Its been a long time since Tony has done this but sometimes things just feel a little more out of control and this is an easy way to get some of that back ethically. Plus he enjoys it, maybe more than he should. Its not like he’s never considered why he likes the control so much, if that means he’s controlling, and then by extension just like Howard but he’s long ago come to the conclusion that that’s not it. He doesn’t want to control someone per se, what he wants is control over a situation. The fact that other people are involved it more a symptom of how he chose to go about gaining that level of control. And he’s always taken care to not take that away from whoever he’s with because, as Pepper pointed out, he’s not much like Howard if you look further than skin deep.

Still, he hadn’t initially planned to just throw himself back into one of these things, mostly he was catching up with Sam and feeling things out but then he saw Peter. Sam’s not stupid, he knows his type, so he said he’d work something out. And Peter, fuck he’s perfect. A little inexperienced for his taste, and a little on the young side, but Tony is willing to look past that on account of he knows he’s not going to get anything better. He’d done this enough times to be able to pick up on small signs of compatibility and Peter might be inexperienced, but Tony happens to know he’s got more of a submissive side than he knows. Makes sense, for his age, that he hasn’t figured that out quite yet. At his age he’s probably still experimenting with things.

Normally experience is something he prefers but in this case he made an exception. The way Peter responded proved him right enough that he’s not entirely worried about it beyond Peter finding his voice. But the way he’d responded to Tony, handing over his other wrist without him having to ask, lifting his head a little so Tony could put the blindfold on, the way his uncomfortable squirming immediately stopped when Tony had settled a hand on his knee. Yeah, Tony knows Peter will be more than compatible with what he’s looking for.

As it is he’s disappointed that he’s going to have to wait until later to see Peter again but they both have things to do. Maybe this is one of those situations where patience pays off. Tony doubts it on account of he’d be just as excited if not more if Peter showed up now, but he’ll take what he can get. There’s also the slight disappointment of stretching things out a bit, giving Peter time to adjust to something new rather than jumping right into it but its necessary. Tony wants to give him time to gain a level of trust in him before he starts taking away his senses and leaving him to rely more on Tony than not. If he were more experienced it wouldn’t be much of a problem, but he’s not so Tony needs to start fresh.

Not ideal, considering his usual impatience, but he knows that it’ll be well worth it to wait for Peter to catch up.

*

 Peter bites his lip, unsure what to expect aside from what Tony told him in the beginning. He does have to admit that having his own key is pretty cool, mostly because Tony’s penthouse is nice as hell. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing,” he hisses at Liz over the phone.

She sighs, “didn’t you say he like… gave you an outline of what to expect?” she asks.

He rolls his eyes, “if I gave you an outline of child birth do you think it’d prepare you?” he asks.

Liz snorts, “Peter, that’s such a guy thing to say. This is in no way comparable to child birth. But your point is taken. We should throw a party there, seems like a swanky place,” she says like Peter doesn’t desperately need this job.

“Liz, I have hospital bills to pay,” he points out.

“I’m kidding Peter, mostly. But if he’s a dick we can totally trash the place, you know MJ would do it in a heartbeat.” True, and Peter loves her for it but Tony has been more than polite so far and he’s talked to some of the other people Sam employs. Turns out he’s a real stickler for not being a douchebag and he takes his employee concerns very seriously so he’s gained a bit of trust that this won’t turn into a massive shit show.

“I actually think he’s pretty nice,” Peter says, looking over the directions to the room Tony told him his stuff was in. For an apartment this place is a fucking maze.

“Yeah, he hires prostitutes, how nice can he be?” Liz says, distain in her voice.

Peter frowns, “you know I’m the prostitute, right?”

“Obviously, Peter.”

“Yeah, well acting like only losers and assholes pick up prostitutes doesn’t exactly make the job less stigmatizing. Maybe he doesn’t have time for a relationship, or doesn’t want one, you don’t know.” He does know that Tony doesn’t want a relationship with him, which is fine because he doesn’t want one with Tony either. Aside from you know, a good relationship with the guy who is also his boss, technically. God, this is messy.

The good news is that he finds the room finally and breathes out a sigh of relief as he steps inside and goes on the hunt for his outfit. Thankfully Tony has laid it out on the bed for him so he doesn’t need to go far.

“Okay, but do like… normal guys go to prostitutes?” she asks and Peter frowns.

“Yeah, probably. Why is it that sex for money somehow makes the sex dirtier or whatever? Its not like being in a relationship is free and you’re totally financially independent of them unless you make good money. Even platonic relationships don’t escape that, remember the time we all talked Ned out of moving across the country to live with his girlfriend because we’ve be fucked for rent? Anyway, I just think that paying someone to have sex with you is hardly demeaning or whatever.”

He picks up the white teddy and frowns at it for a moment, unsure how that’ll look on him. The pink frilly booty shorts are cute, though, even if they’re not something he’d pick out for himself. He shrugs and tosses Liz on the bed so he can change.

“Yeah but like. Can guys who go to prostitutes even get relationships?” Liz asks and Peter snorts.

“The sheer amount of politicians that go to prostitutes say yeah, they get into relationships just fine. Like, what is the correlation people draw between prostitution and not being able to get sex for free? Is it really less degrading to pick someone up at a bar when you’ve only known them for a half an hour? At least I get paid for my trouble now, my last Tinder date was shit in bed and I paid for dinner.” That was like, forever ago but still. He’d consider what he’s doing now considerably less degrading than that. Tony buys nice lingerie and, to Peter’s surprise, it actually looks pretty nice on him.

He fully expects Liz to have some kind of response for that but she remains silent for a moment. “I guess you make a point there. Did you figure out where you were supposed to go?” she asks.

“Yeah. Also, turns out I look cute lingerie,” he says.

The squeal of surprise is unexpected but more pleasant than their last discussion so he’ll take it. “Send me a picture!” she says and he frowns. “In like. A not sexual way,” she clarifies.

“Is that like… normal for girls? Do you guys just send each other pictures of yourselves in lingerie?” Because that seems like a dream world to him, throw some guys in there and he’s in bisexual heaven.

“Sometimes. Guys don’t do that?” she asks.

Peter squints as he opens the camera app. “Liz, in what world do guys where lingerie?” he asks.

“This one if you’re to be believed,” she points out.

Right, good point. “You know what I mean. No, guys don’t just send each other random pictures in sexy clothing. I sent the picture and if you make fun of me I’ll move and screw you all for rent,” he tells her.

She remains silent for a moment before she makes a small, approving noise. “That actually does look good on you,” she says. “What the fuck.”

“What the fuck what?” he asks, checking himself out in the mirror. He… didn’t expect to actually like this but he doesn’t mind.

“That style of lingerie looks like total shit on me and I’m mad it looks good on you,” she says. Peter grins because jealousy is a good emotion to have in this case. And if Liz thinks he looks good Tony definitely will.

“Die mad about it,” he tells Liz, who snorts and starts laughing.

“Don’t let the lace give you too much confidence,” she tells him despite the fact that he’s not wearing any lace. Its more of a sheer gossamer material that shines a little and compliments his skin nicely. He thought the white on his pale as shit skin would make him look like a fucking ghost but instead he looks etherial. Huh, so maybe this is why women like lingerie so much.

He chats back and forth with Liz for a few more minutes but she has to do homework and frankly so does he so they hang up to go do that. And Peter means to do homework, really, but the closet beckons and he has to hang up the clothes he changed out of anyway so he goes over to check it out.

His opinions on Tony’s taste mostly improve minus the yellow… thing that’s probably the most hideous shade of yellow Peter has ever seen. But the rest? Its clear that Tony has a thing for red and black, which makes his current outfit kind of a strange choice and that makes him curious but he does like most of the rest of the stuff in the closet. There’s a few things that are… well, strappy enough that he’s confused how to put them on, and a couple things that don’t look that great, but otherwise Tony clearly has talent in aesthetics.

“I didn’t think you’d take to the lingerie,” someone says and Peter lets out an accidental scream and tosses the garment thats in his hand. He turns to find Tony in the doorway looking amused.

“Oh my god, give a guy a warning!” he says, hand pressed to his heart.

Tony doesn’t look any less amused, eyes bright as he looks Peter over. “That looks nice on you,” he says, gesturing vaguely at him.

Peter looks down at himself and grins, “it does, doesn’t it? I was worried I’d come out looking like fucking Casper but thankfully that was not the case,” he says.

Tony snorts and starts laughing, “god, its been forever since someone has referenced that around me. I’m kind of surprised you even know what Casper is,” he says.

Peter doesn’t mean to say it but it slips out anyway. “Okay, boomer,” he says out of pure instinct and thankfully Tony bursts out laughing.

“One, I’m not that old. Two, you always this sassy or is this new?”

“Um. Depends, usually its a comfort thing. Sorry I called you a boomer,” he says.

“Its fine. The youths know how to make a good meme, I’ll give you guys that,” Tony says, smiling still.

“Well, the economy is shit so all we’ve got is depression humor and memes so we gotta make it good,” he says, considering his choices for a half a second before figuring fuck it. He could stay here all day or he could figure out what the rest of the night will be like and go over to Tony, see how he reacts. As it turns out he mostly looks like he wants to devour Peter but he keeps his hands to himself even if his thoughts are pretty obvious on his face. Peter wraps his arms around Tony’s neck, a silent way of giving him permission to touch him, and leans into him. “So we’re watching a movie, right? What am I supposed to expect?”

Tony looks pretty ready to abandon the movie idea but he doesn’t. “Your choice,” he says and Peter grins.

“Star Wars?” he asks excitedly.

“Baby, which Star Wars movie? And if you list any of the prequels I’ll fire you,” he jokes.

Peter wrinkles his nose, “A New Hope, obviously. Ew, why would I subject us to Jar Jar?”

Tony snickers, wrapping his arms around Peter’s waist. “Thank god. I met someone who liked Jar Jar Binks once and I’ve never been the same.”

*

He’s been staring at the skirt for like fifteen minutes and no one is home. Everyone else has classes or work in MJ’s case so really, there’s no harm if he steals Liz’s skirt from the floor of her room. No one will ever know and he’s never even had thoughts like that before and- well, okay, that’s not exactly true. He’s always liked the aesthetic of skirts, its just that he never really considered them on him before. But the way Tony reacted when he saw Peter in that lingerie, the way he kept looking at him all night…

He didn’t expect to like that feeling so much and skirts are pretty, he’s always liked them…

Fuck it, if he hates it he can put it back and its not like Liz would ever know so he sneaks in, snatches it from the ground, and sneaks back out. They’re probably the same size so this should be fine. Once in his room and slips it on and sure enough, it fits perfectly though it sits different on him than Liz. Probably on account of she has hips and he doesn’t, not really. But it does sit nicely over his butt so there’s that.

He grins, snatching his phone out of his abandoned pant pockets and moving his mirror in front of his bed so he can try and take a decent picture. It takes some finagling and a little work but he finally manages to get a good angle and-

“Oh shit,” he says, desperately snapping pictures as his free hand slips and he falls headfirst off the bed. He sighs, picking himself back up and smoothing out Liz’s skirt before examining the pictures.

He smiles, saving the good ones and deleting the rest before he sends them off to Tony. His favorite is the one with his back arched, the skirt sitting just too high to be appropriate, exposing a little cheek underneath. If he ignores his messy bed in the background its pretty much the perfect picture given the proportions of it. Tony’s response is pretty much immediate.

Wear that tomorrow.

[sublimestarker]

Starker smut - Locked and loaded

This is a fill for the Starker bingo 2019. Square filled - cock cage

Taglist: @hpspazz @x-we-won-mr-stark-x

Peter wasn’t sure how or when he found his new kink. He’d been browsing the gay section of pornhub and stumbled onto a bdsm video. He’d rarely watch those types, but the thumbnail looked promising. It was a rather long video, and it featured all the goods – tying up, degradation, spanking, choking. But then the dom got out a strange looking thing and put it the sub’s cock. Peter almost got soft, because it looked painful, but his roommate would be back soon, so he had to finish. As he watched the sub get pounded mercilessly, unable to cum, aroused him more than he thought it would. He imagined himself in that situation and after a few more strokes and Peter had the most powerful orgasm yet.

He’d go back to the video again and again, but sometimes it wasn’t enough. He wanted to experience it, but he had to find a dom, who’d be willing to do it. Craigslist was a no go, he couldn’t find the right guy on Grindr. So Peter resorted to using Reddit and after creating a throwaway account he made a post on r/bdsm. It read ‘’20-year-old gay male looking for a professional dom in the New York area. Mostly into chastity’’. Peter ignored the post for a few hours, in order for it to get enough answers. It gained popularity pretty quickly and he had to read a lot of suggestions. After he scrolled through countless websites, he chose dom T. T had been doing this for 20 years now, he was bisexual and his prices were good. And the cherry on top was that his specialties were orgasm denial, chastity and role play. So Peter didn’t hesitate to book a consultation with his new dom. They exchanged messages and then the male dominatrix sent his client a hotel address and a time for their meeting. He had instructed Peter to text him when he arrived.

Peter’s hands shook as he typed ‘’here’’ on his phone. His thumb hovered momentarily over the send button, then he pressed it. Was he making a mistake? What if he didn’t like the experience? He could always safe word out, but then what? His thoughts were interrupted by the door chime. He looked over and saw T, God that man was more attractive in person. The pictures on the site didn’t do him justice. Peter just waved, to signal that he was the client. That was so cringy, he thought.

‘’I’m Tony.’’. The dom introduced himself.

’’Don’t I have to call you master, or something. Sorry, it slipped out. I’m Peter.’’

‘’You can call me Mr. Stark if you’d like.’’

‘’So, where are we going from here? A bdsm club? Please tell me that you don’t have a red room or a basement dungeon nearby.’’ Pete said, still standing outside.

‘’No, we’re going up to my hotel room. Jesus kid, is this your first time doing something like this?’’ Mr. Stark replied, leading his client inside.

‘’Yeah.’’ Peter said, turning red.

‘’Well I’d be glad to pop your cherry.’’ Tony said, licking his lips.

As they took the elevator up to the penthouse suite, Tony started asking his client some questions.

‘’So kid, how’d you get into cock cages. Most people start off with something less intense, like role play.’’

‘’Well orgasm denial has always been pretty hot, but I couldn’t control myself, I’d always cum. And cock rings were nice, but I wanted something more restrictive.’’

‘’And why did you choose me? I’m sure there were younger and better looking professional doms out there.’’

‘’Well I’ve always been attracted to older men and you Mr. Stark are a silver fox. Another perk was your experience – you definitely know what you’re doing. And you’re fucking hot.’’

‘’Okay Peter, calm down before you cum in your pants. We’re here’’. Tony led him in the hotel room. Then he walked over to the suitcase laid on the bed and started pulling out things like lube, condoms and three velvet cases.

‘’Before we start, let’s go over our rules again. What do we use for communication?’’

‘’The color system – green means I’m okay, yellow means stop the scene for a moment and continue when I’m green again and red means stop the scene completely. We also have a safe word, which is spider.’’

‘’Very good Peter. And which kinks are we here to explore.’’

‘’Chastity, cock cages, orgasm delay and denial, degradation and dd/lb role play.’’

‘’Good. Should we get started?’’

The sub just nodded.

‘’Can you strip for me? I need to figure out the size for the cage.’’ The dom asked.  Peter did as he was told. Mr. Stark examined the sub’s cock for a moment. ‘’Okay, now I need you to get hard.’’. Pete thrust his dick into his fist a couple of times, not that looking at the handsome man beside him wasn’t enough to get him hard.

Mr. Stark took out a pretty pink cock cage, that Peter had definitely seen before. It was called the vice and it retailed for about 150 dollars. The dom had chosen the plus size and it seemed like it would fit snugly on Pete’s cock. Peter closed his eyes as the dom put on the cock cage, he was always squeamish when it came to that part.

‘’I’m done. Look at your pretty little cock.’’. So he did, and it was pretty – the cage had some extra parts and the black padlock was contrasting with the pink. He reached down to feel it, when Tony lightly smacked his wrist.

‘’Who said you could touch it. Don’t misbehave, kitten or daddy will have to punish you.’’

Tony sank down to his knees and licked the bottom of the cock cage, almost as if he was giving him a blowjob. Peter buckled his hips forward and the other man pulled away.

‘’Strike two, kitten. One more and you’re out. Behave.’’

‘’Make me.’’

‘’That’s it. I’m gonna give you 10 spanks for that. And after that I’ll fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Get in my lap like a good boy count them for me.’’

Tony lovingly caressed Peter’s ass, before bringing his palm harshly down on it.

‘’One’’

‘’Two’’ That was harder than the first one

‘’Three’’ Peter’s ass was already red and aching. He couldn’t touch himself and he was so hard against the cage that it almost hurt. But the pain was delicious, much like the pain that he was currently receiving from his dom.

Each spank felt different. He barely got to ten, his voice breaking when he said the last number.

Hearing this, Tony asked concerned

‘’Color?’’

‘’Green.’’

‘’Okay. Kitten, I’m gonna fuck you now. Make your whore mouth scream for daddy.’’ Mr. Stark laid Peter on his stomach, placing a pillow underneath his cock. The sub could hear the lube cap pop off, and moments later he felt Tony’s finger at his entrance.

‘’You’re so tight for me, Peter. I wanna fuck you so bad, wanna ruin your pretty little hole.’’ Pete just moaned, not thrusting his voice. He could accidentally make a bratty remark and get punished again. As Mr. Stark added a second finger, he could hear him unwrapping the condom. Before thrusting in, the dom asked once again.

‘’Color?’’

‘’Green.’’

Tony was bigger than any guy Peter had been with. He was long and thick, filling him almost to the brim. The sub thought how much he’d love to suck that cock, gagging on the length.

‘’Kitten, you take me so well. I don’t think I’ll last long with the way you’re squeezing around me. ‘’ Tony grabbed Pete’s hips and began thrusting fast and shallow, making his cheeks bounce. The dom angled his thrust so he could hit his sub’s g-spot.  A few more thrusts and Tony came, finishing inside the condom. While he was riding out his orgasm, Peter’s cock was painfully hard in the cock cage. He needed to cum.

Tony disposed of the condom and walked over to him. He laid Pete on his back and unlocked the cock cage, taking off all the parts. Peter’s dick sprang free, hard with beads of precum on the head.

Mr. Stark grabbed both his cock and Pete’s and jerked them together. It took the sub 2 strokes to cum all over Tony’s chest. The dom was about to pull his hand away, in order to not overstimulate his partner

‘’Don’t stop. Please, I can go again.’’

‘’You sure?’’

’’Yes. Please make me cum again.’’

Tony took both cocks again as Peter thrust forward, moans spilling from his mouth. He cums with Mr. Stark and almost falls to the ground too spent move. He’s a mess – all red and sweaty, his stomach covered in cum. Tony grabs a washcloth and cleans them both up.

‘’I should go.’’

‘’It’s late, Pete. Just crash on the couch.’’

‘’Okay. As long as you don’t charge me 300 dollars an hour for that.’’

[learned-foot]

I mean, ANYTHING you have fun thoughts about, but if you aren't sure, but I'd like to hear how you came up with the idea for Resilience, or just tell me what Peter's thought process was in Still Use Work. Ooh, and I liked how things escalated in And Again and Again -- how would that AU be if it was Tony in the time loop instead, do you think? ... you don't have to do all of this. :D

AHH. Okay, these are great questions, and you’re getting answer to all of them because I’m self indulgent like that :P

Still Use Work -- I thought about this a lot, actually. Because this entire premise is a little cracky, and really just an excuse for iddy porn, but I also wanted it to seem plausible to the characters despite that. That’s always my goal—this is fanfic, and a lot of what I write is tropey af, but I want it to be believable, too. And I felt like Still Use Work really pushed that boundary. That’s why I had Tony have so many moments where he acknowledged this whole premise is insane. It wasn’t meant as lampshading it, exactly, but I just didn’t think he would do this without a few “wait, WTF am I *doing*??” moments.

So, anyway, as for Peter. I don’t think the premise was entirely faked. He *had* tried hooking up with some people at college, and he *did* orgasm really easily. But what those hookups really did was convince him that no matter how hard he tried, the only person he really wanted to be with was Tony. That’s why he went to him: it was a roundabout attempt at seduction with a thin veer of plausibly-ish deniability.

I also think he was *pretty* confident Tony was interested before he even asked. He never would have, otherwise. But like…only *pretty* confident, you know? And as things progressed…well. On one hand, he’s smart enough to know Tony wouldn’t be doing this if he wasn’t interested, but OTOH, there was just a little bit of niggling doubt, because Tony kept it so strictly “professional.” You know the emotion where you have a huge crush on someone, and you’re *pretty* sure they have a crush on you, too, because they flirt, and they want to spend a lot of time with you, and all the signs are there…but then you question it, because they haven’t made a move to directly ask you out, or kiss you, or anything? And yeah, neither have you, but only because they haven’t, and roundabout you go, both not making the move? I feel like Peter was there the whole time. Like…Tony likes him. He KNOWS Tony likes him. He has to, he wouldn’t be doing this otherwise…except then, why won’t Tony just *say* that?

Which is why he is so ready to retreat back into his shell as soon as he thinks Tony is blowing him off. This is actually a dynamic I end up writing a lot, I think—Peter being *pretty* sure he’s reading Tony right, but ready to back off as soon as there’s even the slightest hint he’s wrong. We see him behave that way in FFH with MJ, and I think the tendency towards doubting what is right in front of his eyes would be magnified x100 with Tony, because no matter how obvious Tony’s feelings may be, there are so many reasons for Peter to doubt Tony would feel that way about him.

Thoughts on the other two below the cut.

Resilience is a fun example of why I like exchanges—because they can inspire me in completely unexpected ways. I’d been wanting to write something for downjune for a while because she wrote me the absolutely amazing The Leash. And while I knew I wasn’t going to be able to repay her anything nearly that long or involved, I wanted to do something, you know? And then I had a little extra time in the days leading up to Trick or Treat, so I decided to check out her prompts, and was drawn to two prompts: “came back wrong” and “sex to remain human.” It felt like those could combine in some way, but I wasn’t initially sure where I wanted to go with that at all.

I was also really, REALLY into Peter!whump at the time. I mean, I’m *always* into Peter!whump to some extent, but I feel like I go through thematic phases with my Starker writing. For instance, last spring/summer I was doing a lot of romance tropes—that’s when I did my “thinks it’s just a fling” duo of Under Someone Else and Expiration Date, plus whatever the fuck Breaking Point is. Around the time I wrote Resilience, I had just written Not So Bad, as long as it takes, and Smoke Gets in Your Eyes, and was working on Feels Like Something and Far From Okay, so making Peter hurt was really on my brain. So I wanted to incorporate an element of that, too.

Because Trick or Treat is a Halloween exchange, my initial idea was to go more in the monster-y direction. I played around for a bit with the idea of Tony coming back vampire-like, with literally needing to suck Peter’s blood to stay alive/not go on a killing spree. But I feel like that’s a YMMV kind of thing, kink wise, and I wasn’t sure if downjune would like it. But that’s what got me onto the idea of Tony somehow needing something of Peter’s life force to stay human, or stay resurrected, or something along those lines, which turned to the idea of sex as restorative, which eventually kind of backed its way into the idea of “oooh, what if being around Tony is painful?” Because that way I could make Peter hurt and then make sex fix it!

And Again and Again—Great question! I think it would take a lot longer, honestly. I think Tony would be less likely to go to Peter for help, and instead think he could muscle through on his own, which would mean it would take him a lot longer to get to Strange and get an answer. Though maybe how it would happen was that at some point around month two he would have a breakdown and decide to go sweep Peter away from his internship for a day because he just wants to RELAX, and Peter helps him do that…

[winterspiderpurrs]

Firmly believe that Peter has a stuffed animal/plushie he sleeps with.

It's the 1st sign of Peter being in his boyfriends lives. Cause the stuffy/plushie as a spot in their bed.

[winterspiderpurrs]

Peter wonders around the house for a bit before making his way to the kitchen. He smiles at the chef and asks for a couple of grilled cheeses before raiding through the pantry. He picks out a couple of extra snacks, some trail mix, and a small bag of premade popcorn. He already had bottles of water in his room.

He glances at his watch, it's been enough time. Maybe Tony won't be back for a bit. He really wanted to just strip and lay back down in bed. Enjoy his snacks, for a show to watch or just put on Lord Of The Rings. It's a good comfort movie for him, and hopefully he will nap to try to catch up on sleep.

He grabs his items and thanks the chef before he stumbles it way back to his room. He should of asked to have it delivered but he felt guilty for the extra work. Breaking out in a mild sweat though as his muscle twinged on his back, even though what he was carrying was lite, he felt even heavierthen the weights he did earlier. Yeah he needs to lay down. The dogs run a head of him and jump on the bed. Sighing in relief that Tony wasn't anywhere in sight. He just wants to eat his treats, curl up in bed; if he can, and watch movies.

Placing all his food items on the night stand next to the bed.

" Alright, skoot over. I need room too! "

Peter laughs a little at the dogs, but surprisingly, they listen. Though he wasn't expecting Rogue to jump out of the bed and leave the room. That should have been a clue for him that someone was approaching. He groans and moves to take his shirt off. Having to pause a moment once it got about halfway off to try to relax and take deep breaths.

" Shit."

His back gives another twinge, or was it a spasms? It hurts. He finally yanks the rest of the shirt off. Thank god the bed sits up so high - or is it cause he is a little short? He leans forward and braces his hands against the top of the mattress. Taking a breath, so maybe its not a good thing about the bed. Cause he still needs to take his pants off and has to crawl up and in.

To busy concentrating on his next steps, he doesn't notice the presence of another until a hand ghosts up along his back, before it presses firmly. A sharp pain goes him and cauaes him to cry out a moment before moaning as the muscle was pushed on. His arms slowly laying lower and lower to the point where his bent over at the stomach, almost half of himself laying on the bed.

The person behind him " hmms" before he feels a tap against his ankle before a push making his spread his legs so he was laying even more flush against the bed.

" You know, all that yoga twisting should have streched you better before the weights... I guess even nurse twinks need help with stretching themselves. "

The implied doubled meaning doesn't get missed by Peter. He turns bright red. Which isn't helped by a hand sneaking around the front of him, and starting to unbutton his jeans.

" Hey! What are y- fuck!"

After the pants were undone, the pants were swiftly pulled down, just mainly on one side as a needle was jabbed in Peter's right butt cheek.

my part 18🖤

part 17 in the reblog by @winterspiderpurrs 🖤🖤

It is Tony.

“Jesus! Do you mind?” Peter yelps, using his hands to hide his privates.

The hot water is fogging up the shower walls, but not enough to hide Peter completely from where Tony is standing in the doorway.

“No, I don’t. It’s quite the view.”

“Tony, please… I’ll be out in a minute.” The nurse pleads.

Tony shrugs one shoulder and turns slowly to leave the bathroom. He doesn’t close the door behind him, which annoys Peter a bit. He tries to hurry, keeping his back turned to the door as he washes himself.

A few minutes later, Peter turns off the shower and grabs his towel. Damn, he forgot to bring his change of clothes into the bathroom. He will have to walk out into the bedroom in just a towel, where Tony is probably waiting.

“Fuck it…” Peter mutters, doing exactly that.

And just like he thought, Tony is sat on his bed, looking out the window. He turns to look when Peter enters though, studying the young man up and down.

“I heard you got some time off. Went to the gym with Steve, right?”

“Did you get the full report from him?” Peter asks, his tone flat while he looks for a t-shirt, boxer briefs and pants.

“Just some.” Tony smiles. “He said you pulled a muscle.”

“Yeah, nothing too bad.” Peter says, getting dressed. He buttons up his pants, then finally turns to face Tony. The man has a pleased look on his face. It makes Peter flush. “Is there something you wanted?”

“No, nothing.” Tony shrugs. “Just wanted to check how you were doing. I have lots of pain meds, if you’d like some. Other stuff too.”

Peter pretends to be busy with folding his towel, so as not to meet Tony’s eyes. Why is it that everyone is insisting Peter participate in this all of a sudden?

“You’ve never tried anything, is that it?” Tony adds, humming. “I mean, this is the best place to do it though. Got plenty of experienced guys around, and a surgeon downstairs.”

“It’s just a pulled muscle. I’ll be fine, thanks.” Peter insists, heading back into the bathroom to put away his towel. When he comes back out, he walks speedily by Tony. “If there’s nothing else, then I’ll be off.”

Peter doesn’t know where he is going, but luckily he doesn’t hear Tony following him. However, eight quick paws start to follow him, and Peter feels both Diablo and Rogue’s wet noses on his hands as he walks.

“Don’t tell me you guys take drugs too.” Peter whispers to the dogs, huffing.

[yadds]

YAdds Master List

Geraskier

Another episode 6 fix-it fic When Geralt sees Jaskier a year after that bitter day on the mountain, Jaskier is surprisingly unenthusiastic about their reunion. Suddenly, he doesn’t seem to need (or want) Geralt anymore. Good. That’s exactly how he’s always wanted it. This is fine. Currently ~4300 words and counting.  Not complete. Part 1

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Starker

Just a heads up for anyone looking for anything in particular:

Things you will find in my fics: starker! angst, UST, happy endings, Tony-centric, Peter not putting up with shit

Things you won’t find in my fics (and not necessarily because I hate it, but just because it’s not my style of writing): underage Peter, Daddy kink, explicit dom/sub, dark!Tony, weak Peter, character bashing, polyam

Tony Reappears Endgame fix it, angst, starker slow burn (so fucking slow).  Not complete. Current first priority for writing, updates...at least once a month? ~15,000 words and counting

Part 1 - what would happen if Tony appeared out of nowhere to be found by Peter, who’s still haunted by Beck’s reality bending? Part 2 - Tony is in bad shape and Peter helps, Strange snarks, and Pepper gives him the kick in the pants he needs. Part 3 - Tony has come back with more than he bargained for. Part 4: Tony is Iron Man. Plus, Tony gets to go home. Part 5: Tony gains a new confidant in the form of one Peter Parker, Pepper tries to understand.

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Addicted possessive!/manipulative!Tony, UST, eventual smut?  Not complete.  Updated sporadically, when the mood hits. ~1800 words and counting

Part 1 - Tony loves the way Peter worships him as a hero. It only gets better when he realizes that extends to him as a man. Part 2 - Tony can’t stop touching Peter, just to see his reactions

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Role Reversal Tony is used to being Peter’s idol. He didn’t realize how much he craved it until he no longer had it.  AKA The role reversal, where Tony is the one pining. canon divergence after Infinity War, angst, alcoholism, tension.  Complete! ~17,500 words

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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Jealousy  Smuuuuut.  pwp. vaguely canon-related?  jealous!/possessive!Tony.  Complete! ~4600 words

ao3

Part 1: Peter has a boyfriend.  Tony can’t stand it. Part 2: Tony wants to own Peter.  Peter’s okay with that. Part 3:  Tony stakes his claim.  Peter begs for it.

[peterparkers7evilexes]

I need help finding a 5 part Starker/poly!Peter fic! It’s a Mafia!AU with Tony as the Boss Daddy, Peter as his spoiled genius ballerina baby, Steve as Tony’s bodyguard, Bucky as Peter’s bodyguard, and Dr. Strange as another mob boss. Peter is basically in love with all the men that diligently take care of him while dirty mob business ensues. Cue Starker, SpiderShield and WinterSoldier in the series; plus angst and fluff. Any help would be appreciated! Please and thank you! 💖💖💖

Here love :)

[starkerintheparker]

For the Do You Ship It Meme from.... idk how long ago, I found it in my saved likes, but anyway. Starker, IronDad, Stony, Stuckony, Stucky, ScienceBros, IronStrange, IronHawk, WinterIron, WinterHawk, Clintasha aaaaaand Carol/Beating Up All The Bad Guys.

Omg thank god you’ve just reblogged it so I don’t have to search for that chart 😂 holy shit, this became a full TED talk and I apologize but uhh let’s get to it:

Starker - obviously OTP and I’d die for it, it’s all about the yearning and the implications and complications but they’re so wholesome and everything each other needs and deserves okay. Let Tony Stark be happy, damn it!!!!!

IronDad - a mix of Cuteness overload and Read fics about it. To be honest I don’t read it much because a) I’ve always preferred mentor!Tony over father figure!Tony and b) as a 24/7 horny hoe I’d rather read the nsfw version of facts lolol but sometimes I’m in the mood for a cathartic h/c IronDad, why not? Not everything works for me because I’m not a big Pepperony fan plus I like May to be very much involved in Peter’s life, but I’ve found some great longfics (big shout out to The Third Option with homeless!Peter and ever in your favor, a Hunger Games AU) thanks Ash for the recs!

Stony - uhhh I ship it but Wouldn’t read a fic about it. This probably doesn’t make any sense but while I’m still somewhat emotionally connected to this ship (read: Endgame was a Stony event and I can totally see Tony being in love with Steve since Avengers 1), the thought of them together after Civil War is too bittersweet so going back there would leave me miserable. I’ve been a very passionate Stony fan in the past, it’s what pulled me into the MCU fandom and what made me join tumblr in the first place. But CW left this horrible bad taste in my mouth and kinda ruined MCU!Steve for me. I honestly thought I’d never read another ship with Tony after that, but then Starker happened and I’m pretty satisfied with it to even consider going back there.

Stuckony - Dunno. I mean.... I’m all for a hot OT3 but I don’t think I could read a canon based fic with this particular trio. Steve is so devoted to Bucky I can’t help but think Tony would be a third wheel and he deserves better.

Stucky - Kinda leaves me indifferent? I’ve never felt the urge to check it out because a) I’ve never been a huge Steve Rogers fan to begin with and b) I don’t feel very connected to MCU!Bucky. I loved TWS but the movies that developed his character the most (TFA and CACW) are not among my favorites so I rarely rewatch them. Such a shame, I know for a fact it’s a BIG fandom with lots of great content and gorgeous art. 

ScienceBros - BROTP. They did Bruce dirty in IM3 (honestly, who besides Tony was well written in that movie???) but omg they’re totally friendship goals, I love how comfortable Bruce feels around Tony and how Tony shows his caring, supportive side with him in Avengers 1. 

IronStrange - Why not? Okay so I might be biased because I’m a slut for enemies to lovers but I’d have loved to see more of their bantering on screen. It’s funny because they’re so similar I wouldn’t have thought it would work to put them together, but turns out their dynamics are hilarious and fascinating and if I wasn’t a 100% Starker hoe I’d totally consider reading this ship. As it is, I’m happy to see Strange begrudgingly tagging along and helping out whenever Peter or Tony fuck things up, in that exasperated, bitchy way @learned-foot explores so well.

IronHawk - Meh. I’m not familiar with the comics and I don’t think I’ll read a ship involving MCU!Clint anytime soon. I like his relationship with Nat but apart from that I couldn’t care less about his character, especially after his appearance in CW.

WinterIron - Would read a fic about it. I actually have, and was surprisingly okay with it. Lots of room for angst, catharsis and forgiveness which are totally my jam. I kinda prefer the idea of WinterIron over WinterIronSpider (my fear of seeing Tony as a third wheel is showing isn’t it) but uhhh as I’ve said before I don’t feel very connected to Bucky as a character so I don’t think I’d read many canon based fics with these two. Besides, I’m pretty satisfied with Starker and once you find your OTP... 

WinterHawk - No thanks. I think I’ve read it before as a side ship in one or two Stony fics but it’s been ages and honestly I don’t care enough about either character to get invested in this ship. 

Clintasha - BROTP. I guess I could have shipped them if AoU hadn’t happened but it did and between that mess of BruceNat + Clint having a secret family I kinda lost the interest in knowing whatever the hell happened in Budapest. Wouldn’t say no to finding out in the Black Widow movie tho...

Carol/Beating Up All the Bad Guys - The sexiest pair and We need more of it okay??? Now that’s what I’m talking about! I love Carol and I love Captain Marvel and I fucking love Brie so I want her to be happy in all possible ways, be it beating up all the bad guys or with Maria, or with Valkyrie and preferably with me. I just love Carol and want to see her being badass forever, pls and thank

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@starkerintheparker​ and nonny, thank you both for the asks! Sorry it took me so long to answer. I’ve been going kind of ham on this meme, for something to do during the lockdown, which is why it’s taken me forever.

Amnesia

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

I guess I’m here for this trope? But again, building in the narrative tension seems a little tricky. Hanging the entire story on “Oh no, will he ever remember!?” feels a bit one-note and cloying to me (though YMMV of course). I want there to be some additional, complicating factor at play. Maybe something that the non-amnesiac character knows and is concealing from the amnesiac character.

One Way I’d Do It:

What if Peter and Tony were secretly sleeping together for a couple of months before the amnesia incident. The guilt of it was eating Tony alive, but they were both too into each other to stop.

But then Peter gets caught in an explosion while out patrolling one night, and gets a piece of shrapnel lodged in his brain. Once the doctors remove it, they report that if it weren’t for Peter’s healing factor he would’ve died.

Instead, he just has amnesia.

The last thing Peter remembers is steering SI’s invisible jet onto the strip near Coney Island, the night of the Homecoming dance. He remembers Mr Stark angrily taking the suit back. He remembers the days that followed, and discovering Toomes was Liz’s dad. He remembers being trapped under the collapsed building, and he remembers lifting it off of himself. But after that he just remembers a few fragments: Coney Island at night, and fire—and for some weird reason, Happy in a bathroom at Midtown Tech? And then nothing. Just a big blank.  

It’s been three and a half years since then.

Peter is awed to learn he has a room at the Tower now. He’s attending Columbia, and he has a dorm which he used through a lot of freshman year. But the spring semester just ended, and apparently pre-amnesia Peter was planning on mostly staying at the Tower over the summer, so he could work on some projects with Mr Stark in the lab.

All of this seems like a dream come true to Peter, who never could’ve imagined he and Mr Stark would become such close…friends? Yeah, they must be friends.

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Fuck Or Die, Roommates and Aliens Made Them Do It under the cut...

Fuck Or Die

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

I love this trope more for Starker than for any of my past ships. It’s just such a great, angsty, intense way to make them have sex for the first time. I mean, this sounds very awful and sadistic, but the fact that Peter is usually a virgin, and being forced to fuck his virginal mentee makes Tony feel like a monster, really makes the whole thing so much more intense and dynamic IMO. It’s got that built-in narrative tension I’m always yammering about!

Also, the fanon that Peter is very physically sensitive and easily turned on really lends itself well to this trope, because it allows the writer to make the experience feel really good for him, regardless of the undesirable circumstances.

I’m someone who only enjoys Fuck Or Die if the bottom gets off on it. If it’s just a straight-up whumpfest where it feels awful and the bottom is hurt, I have zero interest in that. However, it can sometimes be a bit difficult for me to believe the bottom really is getting off on it, given the shitty circumstances.

But Peter’s tendency to go from 0 to 200 in thirty seconds flat, makes it a lot easier to believe he would get off on Tony fucking him, regardless of the circumstances. Even if Tony can’t really prep him much, you can still be like, “Much stretchy. Very Spider-Man. Wow,” and basically leave it at that.  

One Way I’d Do It:

I don’t have a scenario for how I’d do this one. One thing I keep thinking about, though, is Tony trying to negotiate with their captor, like, “You want a thrill? You want to get off? Let’s go. I’ll be your date. Film it, publicize it, whatever,” and basically just trying to convince their captor to rape him, or have one of his security goons do it, instead of making Tony fuck Peter. Which of course Peter is very, very not cool with—a fact which he promptly and emphatically expresses. And then afterwards, once it’s all over and they’re back to business as usual (or at least Mr Stark clearly wants them to be), it’s something that remains stuck in Peter’s memory—something he can’t stop turning over and over in his mind: Mr Stark attempted to negotiate for his own rape in order to protect Peter. Peter has absolutely no idea how that makes him feel; he couldn’t describe it if he tried.      

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Shout-out to Far From Okay and Wished It Was You, both by @learned-foot​. My top two favorite examples of this trope.

Roommates

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

Listen, I shipped Johnlock for seven years. Roommate ships are profoundly my jam.

I constantly catch myself treating it as a foregone conclusion that Peter lives at the Tower, along with some of the other Avengers. That is just my automatic headcanon. Like, as soon as he graduates high school, in my mind he just suddenly lives at the Tower. Does it make any sense for Peter to live at the Tower while he’s going to college and his identity is still a secret? Not really! But apparently I don’t care.

I just really love the roommate ship dynamic. Proximity is a huge part of almost all my ships. I feel like the sort of mundane, everyday intimacy of living around another person is such a great element for a ship to have. It makes their relationship feel so grounded and full, even when things are really strained between them. Plus, I love that when shit starts going down between them, they’re still forced to be around each other. Roommates is such a great narrative device, both for tension and for intimacy.    

That said, I am not remotely interested in an AU where Tony and Peter are college roommates or something. I just want them living at the Tower (or the Compound) together.

Aliens Made The Do It

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

My feelings about this trope are very similar to my feelings about the Fuck Or Die trope. I’m very into it as long as the bottom gets off on it, and I’m especially interested in the aftermath. It’s such a strange trope, because if you do explore the aftermath, it’s kind of like you’re starting with dessert and then having your meal. You start with the explicit sexytimes, and then you walk it back and do the angsty, pining, slow-burn part of things, after. I love that. Especially for Tony and Peter, because their attraction to each other is already so fraught.

Shout-out to Practical Results by the “is this thing on?” anon, and Took To Me So Well by @learned-foot​, which are both excellent examples of this trope.