#starker pwp

[scholarlystarker]

Subtextual

Peter Parker/Tony Stark (aged up, collegestudent!Peter) Rating: Mature, will go to Explicit by chap 3

Peter's starkphone autocorrect accidentally says the quiet part out loud for him... and Tony decides to take him up on the offer.

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Preview:

With one hand, he texted Stark his request for a call, sifting through his bookbag with the other. He glanced briefly at the screen just as the message sent and his spine immediately turned to ice. 

OH FUCK NO. 

He typed a correction and sent it right away but the damage was done and he was officially in autocorrect Hell. 

Peter: u free tonight for anal? Peter: *a call Peter: omg im so sorry mr. stark Peter: autocorrect

Peter held the phone now in both hands, hyperventilating as he stared at the dots that indicated an incoming reply. 

TS: I’m in a meeting, Peter.

Peter blinked rapidly at the text, trying to decide if this was just Tony’s way of playing it off as nothing. Then more dots. 

TS: And I’d say at least buy me dinner first… but in your case, I’ll treat ;)

If it was possible to choke on pure air, Peter was pretty sure that was exactly what he was doing at that moment. His stomach contracted and heaved, even as his dick sprang to attention and he collapsed heavily into his desk chair with a pitiful noise. He typed back quickly but with more precision. 

Peter: ha ha, sir.  Peter: ill be busy FULLY disabling my starkphone autocorrect

There was a short delay where Peter assumed the conversation had ended but before he put the phone down, the dots appeared again. Maybe it was just a really boring meeting. 

TS: You know it’s set up to learn from us, right? 

Peter inhaled sharply. He’d forgotten that little fact, actually. 

TS: Is it terrible if I admit I’m curious how yours learned that particular substitution?

[batransacon]

Don’t get me wrong, I love starker and I love smut but omfg is it hard to find long fics with plot of them 😭💔 it doesn’t even have to be all plot but like just a mention of some other characters and maybe some kind of conflict PLEASE 🙏

[spider-mancan]

Sensory Integration

Peter is going through a breakup, which — that's rough, buddy. Even worse? He's got a little...spider problem.

Mr. Stark has always said he'll help Peter with anything he needs, but when what he needs is to be fucked within an inch of his life? Peter can't rely on Mr. Stark for that.

A hand job in the lab, though? With a mentor like Tony Stark, no one ever said Peter has good ideas.

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[luckyreds]

The fics mentioned in this post by @lesbiandarvey for the people who want to sample some true vintage winnix

Most were still up, however there were a few I couldn’t find on ao3 or on the waybackmachine😭 it seems the author’s own work has been purged from the internet…the sacred texts…gone🤧

General, Your Tank is a Powerful Vehicle (General, dein Tank ist ein starker Wagen)

Nixon and Winters getting all hot and bothered in the cold snowy front of the Ardennes.

There must be a word

Dick Winters knows something unusual is going on, but he can't seem to find the right word.

nameless PWP

as the name suggests. (the og poster called it the closest thing to porn they had, oh how far we've come :'). )

Rules of the game

(doesn't have a summary, but it's really good, a neat little Harry Pov taking place just after Carentan with hints of Welsh/Winters/Nixon)

The 500-word wintersxnixon New Year’s challenge

as the title suggests, you can find a bunch of short stories here! haven't read them all, but some are pretty neat! (and funny)

In Scorching glass

(also no summary, haven't read this one yet, it's a Nixon character study.)

Boys Missing Shoes

Nix and Winters banter. written from Winter's pov.

[sitp-recs]

heyo!! been loving the super specific rec lists youve been making lately :)

do you have favorite fics that include riding! as in. riding cock. bonus points if there’s good dirty talk about it. don’t care who’s on who as long as it is HOT! but obv i love drarry most. hope this is fun!

An ask after my own heart 🥹 thank you for the delicious request anon, here are some fics with memorable riding scenes imho. This reminded me of my fave Starker PWP but that’s neither here nor there so I’ll keep this short & Drarry. I hope you enjoy! 🔥

Move by @shealwaysreads (829 words)

“Come on, fuck yourself on it. I won’t make it move until you do.”

You Either Fuck or You Get Fucked by @fw00shy (2k)

"That's not how fucking works. Fucking's…" Draco waved a hand in the air. "You either fuck or you get fucked." "Sure," Harry said. He took out a Sickle. "Toss for it?"

in charge by @bonesliketambourines (2.4k)

Draco's bossy. Turns out that extends to the bedroom, too. Harry likes it—a lot.

Mens Rea by @lqtraintracks (E, 3k)

Mens Rea: the mental element of a person's intention to commit a crime; or knowledge that one's action or lack of action would cause a crime to be committed. “Draco Malfoy, how do you plead?” I’m super fucking guilty.

Like Gold by @the-sinking-ship (4k)

Draco runs away from home on the back of his boyfriend’s motorbike.

Catch the Snitch (No, Catch My Heart) by prolix (4.5k)

Draco secretly loved when Harry lost a match.

A Delicate Arrangement by mindabbles (E, 6k)

Harry's learned over time that a delicate touch is sometimes superior to a harsh grip. If he can remember that with Draco, he might solve the case, protect a dozen children, and he may, he may just get what he wants most.

Sexplanations (Of the Horrible Sort) by @bixgirl1 (7k)

Harry's willing to put up with a certain amount of injury, as long as he and Malfoy can keep doing... whatever it is they're doing. Maybe. Mostly. Especially if there might be more to it than sex.

Team Building for Dummies by InnerLilith (E, 7k)

Tensions run high when Harry and Draco are both drafted (as starting Seeker and substitute, respectively) for the English national team ahead of the 2002 World Cup. An impulsive bet on the outcome of a practice game resolves the tension in ways Harry wasn’t expecting.

The Page Eleven Wars by fireflavored (E, 8.5k)

In a gossip-hungry post-war Wizarding World, Rita Skeeter has a wildly successful column in the Daily Prophet known as Page Eleven. Naturally, her favourite targets are the poster boys of the two sides of the war: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. Bored and annoyed, the two take up tabloid baiting for sport and pleasure.

like a scratch on the roof of your mouth by eleadore (E, 9k)

Two weeks into the new year, Draco Malfoy saves Ron's life in a spectacular fashion.

It's the Love of the Chase (That Created the Ride) by @lqtraintracks (14k)

Draco and Harry are new Auror partners. It's a bit dull. Until they finally see some spell action and things get a lot more interesting (in Draco's pants).

An Act of Kindness for One Harry Potter by a Sympathetic Draco Malfoy by 0idontknow0 (15k)

As Draco leaned on the wall to wait for them to get dressed, he could not help feeling like he had done a very kind thing by disrupting them. Someone should give Potter a better rogering than that sorry sod had. The man had saved the bloody world—okay, mostly Europe—the least someone could do was give him a proper shag.

you look so fine by michi_thekiller (E, 16k)

In which Draco is a Veela and Harry is his mate. Dark!Humor or Crack!Horror, you decide.

Buy A Heart by xErised (E, 17k)

Draco's cock hardens as he looks at the invitation to the charity auction; his golden ticket to one wild night of desperate sex with Potter to get rid of this inexplicable obsession. His heart whispers that one night will never be enough, but Draco is beyond caring. All he knows is that he will pay any price to have Potter over and over again.

White as Snow by @bixgirl1 (19k)

After a quick escape from danger, Harry and Draco find themselves trapped in a blizzard, a small cabin their only refuge from the storm. It's the perfect place to recover and regroup — and to have a long-overdue conversation or two.

Five Weddings and a Potions Accident by lauren3210 (20k)

In which Harry thinks he’s a playboy, everyone else knows better, and Hermione will kill Seamus if Ron tries to collect on that bet.

Waking Up Slow by @sweet-s0rr0w and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (22k)

'Twas the night before Christmas, although it’s July / Draco’s a shopkeeper, no-one knows why / There’s hiking and witch caves, freak snowfalls and more / Bad Christmas jumpers, nosy neighbours galore / Narcissa’s here too, but… something’s amiss / And what’s in those chocolates that’s making them kiss?

Touch Me Fall by @lqtraintracks (23k)

Malfoy was such a ponce. And he was a complete snob. And he was so fucking fit Harry wanted to jump him where he sat. It would be too easy to forget his objective tonight: to really, really, really get Malfoy out of his system.

In Your Arms, Rests My World by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (24k)

Harry presses his mouth to Malfoy's forehead; he wants to tell him that he’ll never leave, that he wouldn’t dream of it. “You make me feel safe, Potter” Malfoy whispers. “You keep me safe.”

Embers by @shiftylinguini (41k)

Werewolf Alphas aren't meant to be alone, or to suppress their ruts indefinitely like Draco has been since he was bitten eight years ago. He needs company, companionship, to knot ― he needs an Omega Heat Companion. At least, that’s what the Healers say, and even Draco can admit contacting the person they’ve referred him to might be nice.

[mthofferings2023]

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Will create works for the following relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark - 616, MCU Bucky Barnes/Peter Parker/Tony Stark - 616, MCU Peter Parker/Tony Stark/Stephen Strange - 616, MCU Peter Parker & Tony Stark - 616, MCU Bucky Barnes & Peter Parker & Tony Stark - 616, MCU Peter Parker & Tony Stark & Stephen Strange - 616, MCU Superfamily - 616, MCU

Work Description: Minimum 3k fic guaranteed. Increases 1k per $5 added to the starting bid (ie 4k at $15 and 5k at $20). I’ll write Superior Iron Man/Villain Tony, etc, as well as any variants on Starker/ Found Family/Super Family (other universes included as long as the winner doesn’t mind helping me understand the universe). For Starker, I don’t write underage below 16. Otherwise I often age Peter up/ alter the timelines to fit.

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[ficview]

View - And So We Spiral

By DaScribbla

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9502808

After Berlin, 15-year old Peter Parker nurses his growing crush on his mentor. Tony Stark tries not to notice, and inevitably fails.

I was sure that no other Starker fic could ever come close to the epic romance that was Revelations, and I couldn't be more glad to be proved wrong.

The story progresses very similarly to your typical non-PWP Starker story. Peter has a crush. Tony notices. Tries to avoid it. Gives in eventually. They have to hide from their friends and the public. They succeed in keeping it hidden until whenever/the truth comes out (Spoiler Alert: it does).

What's special here is the treatment and gravity given to the events that carry forth said generic plot. As much as I enjoy this ship, I must confess that I actively avoid thinking about its moral and legal implications. Some stories circumvent this dilemma by aging Peter up or Tony down; the age gap persists nonetheless. And So We Spiral is the only story that addresses these issues realistically and with sensitivity.

Pros:

-Amazing use of atmosphere! An ever-lingering sense of melancholia permeates this world and its characters. Tony and Peter know what they are doing is not right, but they are unable to stop and that disturbs them. There is an oppressive weight pressing onto everyone's shoulders, and the writing masterfully conveys these feelings to us.

-As mentioned above, realistic treatment of plot. Peter is not of legal age here, and the reactions of people who get to know about the relationship are appropriate and frankly what will (and should) be in the real world.

-Well-written characters. Peter acts like he's fifteen. Some may find him a bit OOC from his MCU version, but again, this fic is not 100% MCU compliant and incorporates elements from the comics. And I was pretty impressed with Tony's portrayal as well. One of my usual grouches with this ship is how little reason Tony has for being attracted to Peter. Well, that's not elaborated upon too much in this story, but I genuinely didn't care, which brings me to the next pro.

-It's not about falling in love. It's about the consequences. And oh boy, do they face quite a bit of those!

Cons:

-Again, generic plot. I think I read the first 100 pages on autopilot. Could have been a little more engaging on that front.

-Peter is a victim of past sexual abuse and that is not given its due weight. Some of the smut do not make merge well with Peter's past.

(Not sure if this is a pro or con). Not a totally healthy relationship. It's kind of shallow. We never really see many romantic moments out of the smut. And though, they are willing to fight for each other, that seems to stem more from decency and duty towards a partner than genuine love.

I'm more inclined to call this a pro for the rather nuanced depiction of an age-gap relationship based on sexual attraction, but for all the trouble these two go through, you need something solid to root for as a reader. Tbh, I would have been totally fine with them parting ways forever at the end, and if that's what the author was trying to convey, well and good.

The ending definitely warrants a special mention, with bittersweet being the most apt word to capture the feeling. All in all, one of the deeper MCU fanfiction I've read, and despite the flaws, it has trumped nearly every other Starker I've read, and proven itself worthy of ranking at the top of the Starker list.

[starkeristheendgame]

Peter tattooed Tony's name on his ass after a drunken night on his 18th birthday. And then Tony found out.

I had so many ideas for this and I fucking loved this prompt. Honestly Anon, thank you so much for the burst of inspiration! I absolutely love this concept and spent like two-hours just staring into space and internally fic-writing 😂

Its not exactly a ‘drunken night tattoo’ AU, but that’s because any respectable tattoo shop will not tattoo you if you’re drunk, or if you’ve consumed alcohol within the last 12 hours. So in respect of the professionals and in the interest of promoting safety, this is a slightly different base!

TW: Very light D/s Dynamic | Slight possessive behaviour | Under-negotiated (but consensual)

Peter couldn’t even blame being drunk. He wished he could; really. People did stupid things when drunk. It seemed to be an immediate write-off excuse for anything, instantly accepted as a valid reason for any stupid decisions.

Peter had been completely and utterly, stone-cold sober at every point in this process. He’d been sober when he’d scanned one of Tony’s signatures onto his phone. Sober when he’d booked the consultation with InkSpren Tattoo. Sober when he’d walked into the studio a week later in a pair of MJ’s velvet shorts.

He wasn’t entirely nervous. Pain didn’t really scare him as much as he supposed it used to. Especially not pain from a set of tiny, teeny needles. He’d gone with MJ for her first tattoo, and she’d taken it pretty well. Well enough that somewhere around the first hour, she’d begun to snore.

His tattoo artist was named Dave. That was comforting. Dave sounded like a nice name. Normal. Friendly. Guy-Next-Door-Dave.

Peter faltered in the doorway.

Dave was a 6″1 male with a beard and more tattoos than Peter thought possible to fit on one man. He was in the process of sapping on a pair of gloves, and eyed Peter critically when he noticed him lingering in the doorway, before motioning for Peter to join him.

“Lay down on your front. Arch your spine a little. You’re gonna have to pull those down under the cheek,” he instructed, reaching into a small tub to pull out some sanitary wipes. Peter tried not to feel embarrassed as he did as told, crawling up onto the bed and settling comfortably, before he squirmed, tugging down his shorts and his boxers both.

The wipe was cold and Peter huffed out a breath in surprise, nose scrunching as he forced himself to relax again. It was fine. It was a wipe. “I’m going to apply the stencil now. You wanted it dead-centre on the right cheek, yeah, mate?” Dave asked after a pause, and Peter nodded.

It would be more accurate to say that MJ wanted it there. Or at the least… That was the spot she’d chosen, when he’d lost the bet. Or… The pseudo bet. It was better to say that MJ had simply said she didn’t believe Peter would ever do something like this, and.

Here he was.

The stencil felt a little like rice paper. A little wet, and having some strange, scary dude palming his asscheek was definitely an experience, but Peter lay quietly through it, glancing nervously at his phone. 

God. He hoped Mr. Stark was too busy to call him today. Or worse, face-time him. Was Mr. Stark watching him through the camera? Had he hacked the microphone?

“Alright. Get up and have a look. We can wipe it off and re-place if its not right,” Dave instructed, and Peter moved gingerly, keeping hold of the waistband as he shuffled awkwardly over to the mirror and twisted.

There, emblazoned in dark purple on his asscheek, was Tony Stark. In a perfect replica of Tony’s elegant, eccentric scrawl. “He’s gonna kill me,” Peter breathed, staring at the stencil with growing horror. He caught Dave’s quizzical, raised eyebrow, and forced a grin. “Yeah, yeah. Its perfect. Right in the middle there. Great. Thanks.”

He lay back down, and after a brief warning, Dave begun.

“You lost a bet or something, kid? Or are you just…Really into the whole Iron Daddy thing?”

Peter wheezed.

Iron Daddy?!

“Lost a bet,” he managed to hiss out, burying his face into his arms. Oh, god. Thank whatever Deity was lurking up there that MJ wasn’t here to witness that. She’d immediately demand that the stencil was changed. Dave gave an affirmative sound from behind him.

“Why this guy? You a big fan or something? Or is it the opposite?”

“Uh… I guess a fan? I Intern. At SI,” Peter replied, wincing at a particularly harsh nip from the needles. It wasn’t so bad, all things considered. It stung, but it wasn’t the raging fire of pain that some people mentioned when they spoke about getting tattooed.

“Mmph. Must come with a nice paycheque. You gonna show him?”

“Absolutely not” Peter responded instantly, to Dave’s amused chuckle. Christ. Mr. Stark would fire him on the spot. He’d take back the suit. He’d get a restraining order. What mentor wanted their name on their eighteen year old mentee’s asscheek?

Then again.

Tony was egotistical enough that he’d probably love it, and think it was the most hilarious thing in the world, and Peter really wasn’t sure which one was worse. Not to mention that both involved him dropping his pants in front of his boss.

It was quiet for a little while after that, just the buzz of the needle and the odd puff of breath at the occasional sting from the gun.

“You know anything about knitting?” Dave asked after a pause, and Peter frowned, considering. He knew a little about sewing. He’d made his own suit, before Mr. Stark had showed up. Aunt May had taught him back when he’d thrown a tantrum over ripping his favourite shirt as an eight year old.

“Uh… Not really? I mean, I can sew a little. But I’ve never knit anything,” he remarked back, pondering it. Knitting was soft sweaters and thick scarves. It made him think of little old Russian ladies on their porches.

“My Ma wants to knit. Says she’s at that age. Told me to get her some wool and those special needles. I dunno the first thing about knitting.”

And that was how Peter learned that Dave’s Ma was what Peter imagined Ms. Romanoff would be when she was eighty, and that Dave’s main job was actually as a Doggy Daycare assistant at Paws ‘R Us.

“All done,” Dave announced, squirting a weird, green froth over Peter’s asscheek before wiping it lightly with a series of cloths. “Go take a look.” 

Peter obliging, sliding off the bench and twisting to see his butt in the mirror.

“Aw, man. This is gonna be on my mind literally every time I see him,” Peter complained, clapping a hand over his face. There, in what looked like thick Sharpie across his ass, was Tony’s signature. Forever. If he ever died, it would be with this stamped across his butt.

“He ain’t gonna know none, unless you drop your kick in front of him,” Dave shrugged, peeling off the gloves. Peter had to concede that he had a point. He had zero intentions of ever telling Mr. Stark what he’d done, and in the three years they’d known each other, Mr. Stark had never seen Peter in less than a shirt and bottoms.

MJ looked moderately impressed when she pulled the hem of his shorts down, peering at the taped-up tattoo with her phone flashlight. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” she shrugged, flopping back onto her bed and resuming the video she’d been watching on her phone.

Peter shuffled around to lay on his stomach on the bottom of the bed, slapping at her ankle. “Never tell a Peter Parker he can’t do something,” he announced, and MJ rolled her eyes.

“I never said you couldn’t do it. I said it was a stupid thing to do, and you argued it, and then decided it was your new personal challenge.”

Peter paused, then tipped his head. “Fair.”

Hiding it was both predictably and surprisingly easy. Peter spent the next few days sitting very gingerly and working himself up into a lather about meeting Mr. Stark on the weekend. Would Tony somehow know? What if MJ had emailed him to spill the secret?

What if Peter and his big mouth spilled it for him?

Except… It went fine. Tony picked him up in a sleek, red sportscar and they went straight to the Tower. Peter was taking a gap year in order to process what he wanted to do with his future. 

Spiderman suddenly changing locations would be suspicious, and sooner or later, someone would think to check on new students at local facilities. People moving for jobs, that sort of thing.

Mj was just… Refusing to comply with the Government agenda or something like that. Honestly, Peter was thankful. With Ned moving to San Francisco for college, things could get a little lonely.

Bar the odd self-conscious squirm, it went as any other meet-up went. They stuffed themselves silly with food in the penthouse and messed around with tech and prank-called Steve and by the end of the night, Peter had almost forgotten about his tattoo.

The twitchy, nervous fear that Tony would somehow turn around and demand to know why he had his name tattooed on his ass eventually faded, and life resumed as it had before he’d gotten the ink.

Which, of course, is exactly when things had to go wrong.

Really, Peter should have expected it. His luck ran in a pattern, and he should have walked on egg-shells the moment he realised things were relaxed and easy and his tattoo was still a secret.

It had been about a month since the tattoo. When he was alone, Peter couldn’t help but stare at it, running his finger over the shiny, black skin. Tony’s name, emblazoned like a brand across his ass. 

It became the focal point of more fantasies than his ass could keep up with, lazing floppy and exhausted and lube-covered on his bed, his mind reeling.

He imagined Tony tracing the letters with his tongue. Imagined Tony pinning him down and tattooing it himself. Imagined a different world where the branding was deliberate. A mark of ownership. Or a surprise. The look on Tony’s face when Peter would bend over, revealing his name.

And, as predicted, hiding it was no trouble at all. Peter had his own room in Tony’s penthouse, so if he needed to shower or sleep there, he had complete privacy. It helped that the Iron Spider and that Tony’s Mark II for the fabric Spiderman suit fit over his regular clothing now, so he didn’t even have to strip to do his thing.

The one thing he didn’t factor in, was a disastrous inventory day combined with the decision to wear white boxers. There’d been a raid on a medical facility kidnapping people to experiment on and most of the equipment and tech had been turned over to Tony for examination, classification and destruction. Peter was there to help, sleepy-eyed and not quite as focused as he ought to be.

He didn’t check the lid on the canister was tight before picking it up.

He didn’t see the drop of oil on the floor where Dum-E had been trundling around, moving things.

He slipped with a whelp, still clutching the container as he slid and twisted, bumping canister first into the edge of the table. He was vaguely aware of Tony shouting as his vision filled with pink dust that stung his eyes and seemed to cling to his clothes.

“Peter! Jesus H - Get in the med-shower, now! I turned away for five seconds kiddo, how did you -” Tony’s frantic muttering stops and starts as he grabbed onto Peter’s arm, dragging him across the workshop to the tiny little emergency shower stall in the corner. 

Peter could do nothing but stagger along, blinking frantically to clear his eyes of dust and pink.

It doesn’t even fully register he’s inside the stall until the first blast of water rained down on him, cold like ice before immediately coming something akin to tepid. He spluttered, trying to flatten himself back against the wall as his hair fell down into his eyes and the water streamed down his mouth, his hair, his back.

He gasped as the water trickled down his thighs, soaking through the cotton of his sweatpants and making them heavy. His shirt clung to his torso like plastic wrap and stuck-peeled uncomfortably with each heaving, shuddering breath.

“Yeah, sorry. This thing acts for burns too, so. Gotta keep it cool,” Tony murmured from outside the stall, head tilting sympathetically even as Peter scowled at him from under the battering stream. “Take your clothes off,” Tony instructed, turning to look over his shoulder.

“What?” Peter squeaked, eyes widening as he wrapped his arms around himself protectively. Tony glanced back at him with a raised eyebrow. 

“Relax, munchkin. My moves are smoother than that. It was a powder. Its likely it got inside your clothes, too,” he pointed out. Peter wanted to argue. Wanted to say if he just stood here long enough the risk was over, but.

“Turn around,” he huffed adamantly, scowling harder at Tony’s snort. But the genius complied, turning away and folding his arms as he observed the settling dust cloud. Peter counted to ten slowly, teeth chattering under the cold spray before he peeled off his shirt. 

The water on his skin was even more unbearable and he gave a whine of protest as he begun to work at the strings of his sweats, letting them fall with a disgusting, heavy slop.

“I was naked in front of you before,” Tony pointed out conversationally and Peter spat out water, shaking his head before pushing his hair from his eyes.

“That doesn’t count. The armour ripped your clothing off in beta deployment,” he pointed out, though he couldn’t help softening at the memory, snickering as he turned his back to Tony, scrubbing at his body. 

It had been hilarious. The actual deployment had gone fine, it was just when Tony had deactivated it that the armour had shrunk in on itself, taking his beaten old tank top and ratty workshop jeans with it.

“Both were an accident. Both involved one of us witnessing the other in a state of undress. Although my back has been dutifully turned since you commanded it, by the way. And both were equally hilarious in that my own armour undressed me, and you essentially became a - What is that?”

Peter jolted, having sunk into a daydream state of listening to Tony talk as he wiped himself down. He looked over his shoulder to find Tony staring straight at him, expression delighted and curious. Or, rather, straight at his ass.

Oh.

Oh no.

“Nothing!” he yelped, twisting to flatten his back against the wall. He’d left his boxers on for the sake of not trusting that Tony wouldn’t forget his vow of not looking, and had completely forgotten they were white. 

Which also meant that his dick was now flat out bared to his mentor. With a howl of frustration he twisted so he was side-on to Tony, curling up and glowering with all the muted rage he could muster.

“Its a logo. On my boxers,” he ground out.

“I think not,” Tony shot back gleefully, leaning on the protective railing with an absolutely manic glint to his eye. Peter almost groaned aloud, head falling back under the spray. It was too late. He was doomed. His heart begun to pound and the air he was sucking in felt like it wasn’t enough.

“You have a tattoo. On your ass. Right there,” Tony pointed out, as though Peter didn’t know it. Peter tried to glare but it came out feeble, weak. Fuck. He was screwed. So screwed! 

“What is it? Who’s name is it? Its clearly a name,” Tony continued, pestering for the information.

“Go away!” Peter barked lightly, shifting restlessly under the cool stream. Tony just shrugged easily at him and leaned through the gap, hitting the OFF button for the water. He seemed unfazed at Peter’s shuffling or his attempted aggression, smiling at him sweetly.

“You can tell me, or I can ask JARVIS. JARVIS is nice, he’ll tell me.”

And Peter’s blood runs cold, because there’s no doubt that JARVIS will. Peter never swore him to secrecy, and Mr. Stark’s name on his ass isn’t anything concerning to the AI.

“Its nothing! Oh my god, its just a tattoo!” he complained, making a shooing motion at his mentor as he side-stepped his sodden clothing. “Go get me a towel. And clean clothes. Please,” he huffed, fingers digging into his sides where he’d wrapped his arms around himself. Tony gave him a devilish grin, then gestured upwards.

“J?”

“It appears to be your name in your own handwriting, Sir,” JARVIS dutifully responded, his voice ringing like church bells through the room. The silence that followed was deafening and panic seeped like ice through Peter’s veins as Tony’s childish, gleeful look faded into complete, lax shock.

This is it. Everything he’s done, the last two years, the friendships and the Internship and Spiderman being Iron Man’s little tagalong… All gone. He’ll never eat day-old pizza with Clint again. He’ll never have Dum-E running over his foot again. The terror and panic bubbled up before he could stop it.

“Oh my god. Mr. Stark - You can’t - I’m so sorry. I swear, I wouldn’t have gotten it and especially not there but I just - I never thought you’d see it and -”

“Turn around,” Tony cut him off mildly, but his tone was firm. It was enough to snap Peter’s jaw shut as he stared, nails digging into his ribs as he blinked under the droplets that fell from his lashes. He sucked in a breath, staring in confusion.

“…What?” he breathed, pressing back against the shower wall as Tony advanced, unlocking the cubicle door to lean against the frame, eyeing him like a prime cut of steak.

“I said turn around,” Tony repeated patiently, raising one hand to make a little spinning gesture with his finger, as if Peter was a trick dog. Peter shook his head, horror quickly dawning as he realised not only what Tony was asking, but also the fact that if his boxers were that see-through…Facing the man directly was probably not the best idea.

He shuffled to the side as much as he could without baring either delicate matter. Tony’s lips quirked in amusement at this and he hummed softly as Peter shook his head. 

“Mr. Stark, its not - Its just your name, I swear. You sign it like every day, you don’t need to look,” he pleaded, shivering in the cool temperature of the workshop as the water begun to dry on his skin, running down in rivulets.

“I don’t sign it on your ass every day,” Tony pointed out, stepping closer. Peter wanted to stall, to argue that technically Tony hadn’t actually signed his ass, except his mentor was moving closer, reaching out slowly as though he might spook if he moved too fast. 

He was so close Peter could see the flakes of gold in his eyes, could smell the minty-motor-oil combination.

The first brush of Tony’s fingertips had his skin jumping like a colts, the touch so gentle it almost tickled. It was on the arch of his hips, skating the waistband of his sodden boxers before pressing just slightly to encourage him to turn. Tony’s gaze was tipped down, dark on his own.

“You can say no,” Tony reminded him softy, the hungry look in his eyes fading for a brief moment, replaced by something tender and careful. Peter sucked in a breath but didn’t resist as he was spun slowly on the spot, hands coming up to brace on the tiles. 

“How long?” Tony asked after a moment, thumbs pressing into the backs of his hips, breath hot across his shoulder.

“A month,” he managed to whisper, pressing his forehead to the wall as Tony’s thumbs slid along the waistband teasingly, catching and pulling but never dipping it more than an inch. 

Peter shuddered under the gentle touches, lips parting when Tony finally begun to slide the sodden material down his hips, over the large swell of his ass.

“You should have told me,” Tony rumbled, head ducking to mouth a lazy, open kiss to his bare shoulder, his stubble scratching just slightly. Peter shuddered as he felt the fabric slip to under his asscheeks, tight in the groove where it met his thigh but not overly uncomfortable. “Should have shown me sooner” Tony murmured into his skin.

And then the warmth of his breath was gone as he leaned back, and Peter could hear the gravelly, husked fuck that he uttered as he looked down, palm sliding around Peter’s flank so he could swipe his thumb across the dark sheen of the ink. 

Peter held his breath, tensing at the touch, though it didn’t hurt. Tony’s hand left his side to slide down between his shoulders soothingly.

“My name. On that perfect, juicy ass. Branded on there forever,” Tony was murmured, voice lethal and rasped as he stroked over it slowly, reverently. “Does that make you feel good, sweetheart? Knowing my claim is on you? In such an intimate place, too? Did you choose this?” Tony hummed, breath ghosting down Peter’s spine as he sank slowly to his knees.

Peter wasn’t about to let Tony know that actually, stamping it on his ass had been MJ’s idea. Especially not when Tony pressed a gentle, scratchy kiss over the tattoo. 

Especially not when he licked over the letters slowly, palms falling down to cup Peter’s asscheeks firmly. It was all he could do to whine, high and pathetic as he trembled under Tony’s hold.

Tony continued to mouth at the tattoo, lavishing it with nips and sloppy kisses as he kneaded at Peter’s asscheeks, almost distracting him enough to spread them with his thumbs, the kisses slowly travelling right until hot air right over there made Peter jolt, eyes snapping open.

“Mr. Star - Ahhhh-Ohhh,” his yelp faded into a gasp, which trickled into a breathless moan as Tony planted a firm kiss to the swirl of muscle between his thighs, sucking ever so slightly before promptly laving his tongue in a fat, wet stripe upwards.

“No idea what it does to me, kiddo. Seeing my name there. Marked on you forever. Marking you as mine,” Tony spoke against him, licking and kissing thoroughly between his words as Peter scrabbled at the tiles, desperately trying to keep himself from rocking back against Tony’s tongue.

One of Tony’s hands left his ass to stroke across his flank, delicate in its search before wrapping around his cock with a surprising firmness. Peter’s hips immediately jumping forwards into the grip and his moan was staggered as Tony paired it with a thrust of his tongue.

He mewled, embarrassingly high and and desperate as he threw one hand back, sliding his fingers gently into Tony’s hair. It was soft, far more silken than he had expected for something that stuck up in odd places when not professionally attacked by a stylist. 

Tony gave a soft sound of encouragement, nipping at him and sliding his hand up to stroke at the tip of his flushed cock.

“Mr. Stark, please,” he gasped, fingers twisting lightly in the soft, dark locks and hips stuttering minutely between Tony’s hot, wet tongue and his firm, slow grip. He wasn’t going to last; not with Tony Stark finally touching him. Not with the scrape of his stubble and the husk of his voice.

Tony chuckled against him, the vibrations making Peter shudder before he rose slowly, kissing a wet path from the small of Peter’s back to his shoulders, never stopping in stroking him slowly, firmly. 

“So eager, sweetheart. So precious,” Tony breathed against his skin, his hand leaving Peter’s hip to fumbled between them, knuckles brushing the round meat of his ass as he tugged his belt free of its buckle.

The slap of cold metal made Peter jolt, hips bucking in Tony’s grip and wrenching a whine from his throat as Tony squeezed him lightly, dipping his thumb into the tip and pushing at the bead of pre-cum that oozed there. 

“Steady, darling,” Tony huffed into his ear, the smirk audible in his voice. Peter opened his mouth to reply, but then there was the sudden feel of a thick, long cock resting in the line of his asscheeks, heavy and hot and he could do nothing but groan weakly.

“Hush, sweetheart. I’m not gonna take you apart yet. Not here. When I do that, you’ll be on my bed, spread out and sloppy for me,” Tony soothed, jerking him off in steady, tight strokes as he rocked his hips, dragging his cock between Peter’s asscheeks with a soft hiss of pleasure.

Tony flattened against his back, careless of the fact that Peter was still dripping water as he nuzzled into his neck, one hand roaming from Peter’s asscheek to his own cock and back, petting and stroking.

 Peter could feel the slow, hot build of an orgasm coiling in his gut, could feel his thighs shaking with the effort of keeping still as he let his head fall back onto Tony’s shoulder with a feeble  gasp.

Tony pressed open-mouthed kisses to his temple, training down to his neck where he nipped softly as he thrust against him, a seemingly never-ending, thick drag of heavy cock that Peter instantly wished was buried deep within him. 

Tony’s moans were deep, slow things, soft in his ear as he pushed his hips back, arching his spine to give Tony a better, tighter angle.

“Fuck, sweetheart. So good for me. That’s it,” Tony purred, one hand dropping to briefly pinch over his tattoo, speeding up his hand and his thrusts as they moved together. It was Tony’s cock catching on his rim that did it, pressing there briefly as though he was slide right in, paired with the ragged gasp the older man gave at the sensation.

Peter’s hips stuttered forwards and his high moan pitched into a yelp as Tony gave him a rough down-stroke, his cock jumping in his grip before painting the tiles in milky splashes. Peter shook in Tony’s hold, eyes squeezed shut and chest heaving as Tony worked him through it, continued to chase his own pleasure.

“My sweet boy. All branded as mine, coming on my cock and my touch. Look at you, baby. So good. So good, Peter. Fuck. Seeing my name, my writing on your ass… I’m gonna ruin you later,” Tony promised, voice ragged, hand falling from Peter’s cock to squeeze his ass, thumb sliding over the signature as he chased his own orgasm. Peter fell breathless against the cool tile, rocking back against the firm, heavy slide of Tony’s cock.

“Please, Tony. Fuck me. Mark me. Take me,” he rambled, breath hitching as Tony pulled back with a groan, nails digging into his ass. 

The older man looked down, managing to pull his hips back and angle his cock in just enough time to paint thick ropes of cum right over his tattoo, the thick, creamy liquid sliding over the ink wetly. Peter let out another mewl, his cock twitching feebly at the thought as Tony panted behind him.

There was a fumble, the rustle of fabric, and Peter opened his eyes, looking over his shoulder in time to see Tony snap a photo of it. His cheeks burned with arousal and humiliation, but Tony dived forwards, capturing his mouth in a firm, wet kiss. 

Peter was breathless by the time Tony pulled back, the corners of his mouth tingling with stubble burn.

“Marked as mine. Twice,” Tony murmured into his cheek, pressing another soft kiss there.

[truebluedreamer]

Title: this is a can opener; this is a leg opener

Rating: E

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: Tony/Peter (Starker)

Tags: PWP, overstimulation, a little bit of crack, etc.

WC: 4.8k one-shot

Summary:

Pure agony it was, to laugh this hard and for so long, but god if it didn’t feel good. Even better when he happened to stand again, using the kitchen counter to pull himself up, only to see his can opener left out. He sputtered, gasping for breath that seemed like it would never come. His reaction only made his friends laugh harder though they had no idea what the hell was so funny. Until Peter said it. And then he knew he had to be so, so, so far gone, because in no universe would he have ever said those words out loud.

Or created a meme out of them and then posted said meme to Twitter.

He blamed MJ.

[starkerxstarker]

Peter loves Tony's hands. They're strong and capable from years of battle, they're careful and precise from even more years of tinkering.

The ruthless hands inside the gauntlet that slay the attacking foe without remorse are the same hands that reveal themselves from the nanites a moment later to gently cradle Peter's concussed head from the pavement.

The tender fingers that bush Peter's hair out if his eyes on quiet mornings are the same same thick fingers that spread Peter open on needy nights.

Peter loves everything Tony's hands are capable of.

He loves that Tony's rough calloused hand on his c0ck can take him apart just as easily as he can use the lightest touch to create with the most fragile of materials.

The comforting hand on his back in public, the brutal hand pulling his hair in the bedroom. The taste of Tony's fingers on his tongue, the pressure of them curled around his throat.

He loves the hands that soothe over his injuries, and the hands that leave better ones of their own. He loves the hands that create state of the art technology, yet haven't mastered the art of not burning breakfast.

He loves the hands that are steady with hyperfocus, but still he loves the hands that shake with anxiety. The hands that often stake their claim, but also the hands that occasionally reach out for reassurance.

He loves the way Tony's hands know their way around Peter's body just as they know their way around his fancy cars' engines. He loves that their hands interlock perfectly like a key in an ignition.

He loves that Tony's hands have created and he accepts that they have destroyed.

For all that Peter loves of Tony, most of all he loves his hands.

[snowstark]

it's not even noon and my head is so full thinking about biker gang bucky, steve, and sam, and The Boss™️ tony,,, and peter running into them,,, <3

[iloveyou3thousand]

Tony and Peter spend a very much needed night together after a long day.

I took the liberty of turning this into some very soft and fluffy filth for y’all

CW: fluff and smut, pwp, explicit sexual content

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“Bath?”

“Oh my god I thought you’d never ask.”

Peter pushes himself up from where he’d previously thrown himself onto the bed, and looks at Tony, standing there in the middle of the room with his tie loose and his shirt already mostly unbuttoned and his jacket discarded next to where Peter sits.

He looks so good like that, flashing Peter a smile, that Peter almost doesn’t want to move into the bathroom. He’d much rather just drag him straight to bed. But the absolute best way to end the kind of day they’ve had starts with an hour or so of soaking in their tub, he knows that from experience, so Peter pushes himself up and goes to run the water.

From his perch on the edge of the bath, keeping his hand dangled down so he can keep track of the temperature, Peter can see into the bedroom through the open door of their en suite and he allows himself to enjoy the sight of Tony undressing slowly. He absently drifts his fingers across the surface of the water while he watches how Tony slides the tie from around his neck and drops it to the bed, and how he, now turned away from Peter, shrugs out of his shirt, revealing the nice lines of his shoulders and then the dimples in his lower back. His pants go next, and the way Tony bends down to pick them up after he’s stepped out of them makes Peter unable to stop the little noise bubbling up in his throat before it’s left his lips.

Tony looks over his shoulder and catches Peter watching him, who immediately goes red. Tony only chuckles.

When the tub is filled and the bathroom smells like one of Tony’s undoubtedly expensive essential oils, the older man joins the younger to help him undress, moving slowly and letting his fingertips linger on places he knows Peter likes to be touched.

On nights like these they do everything slowly, leisurely, taking their time. It helps them unwind the very best when they can just be in each other’s company and enjoy what they have.

Tony sinks into the water first, and Peter follows suit, scooting back until he’s pressed up against Tony’s chest. He tugs at Tony’s arms until they’re secured around his waist, and as if naturally Tony’s mouth comes to rest against the back of Peter’s neck, occasionally brushing a kiss to his skin.

They’re both quiet for some time, enjoying the warmth of the water and each other, until it’s Tony who reaches for the cup in the soap holder first, and Peter automatically smiles.

They always use the cup to scoop up water from the bath to wash each other’s hair. Maybe it’s sappy, but it’s one of the things Peter enjoys doing with Tony most, and any time Tony reaches for it, it feels good because it means he enjoys it just as much.

“Tilt your head back, baby,” he murmurs, and Peter does as he’s told.

Tony massages Peter’s favorite shampoo into his hair with gentle but thorough fingers until he’s got his eyes closed and his lips parted and he feels like he can fall asleep on the spot if he’s not careful. Then the soap is rinsed out, and it’s Peter’s turn.

Peter turns to face Tony and beckons him closer so he can slide into the man’s lap and mouth at his jaw while he works the shampoo into Tony’s dark hair. Tony’s hands are on his back, sliding up his sides and down his spine toward his ass, and even from where Peter has his head ducked he can see Tony’s grin as a large hand cups one of his ass cheeks and gives it a squeeze.

“Hey,” Peter protests. Tony just kisses him.

They dry off when their skin becomes wrinkly and tender and Peter makes a beeline for the closet to get out a pair of underpants so he can get into bed but Tony grabs his wrist and coaxes him directly onto the mattress. He’s got his mouth on Peter’s neck before the boy can even begin to protest – not that he has an awful lot to complain about.

Tony’s got Peter sitting on the edge of the mattress and he kisses down Peter’s chest and Peter knows what’s about to happen and he welcomes it, puts a hand into Tony’s hair as he works his way down, leans back a little to allow him room, supporting himself with his free hand.

Tony swallows him down before he’s even half hard, and works him over expertly. Peter sighs and tightens his hand in Tony’s hair just a touch and it earns him a little satisfied noise. He likes it when Tony sounds like that – like he’s happy to be where he is.

Peter kisses him when Tony comes back up, and together they move onto the bed, settling back in each other’s arms. Tony’s hand wraps around his cock to continue what he started, stroking from root to tip slowly but thoroughly as he watches Peter squirm and sigh in his grip.

“What do you want, baby?” Tony purrs.

“You know what I want,” Peter sighs back.

“Can’t blame me for liking the way you say it.”

Peter chuckles softly at Tony’s fond grin and he resists the urge to roll his eyes, instead leaning closer and dropping his voice to a breathy whine.

“Fuck me.”

The shiver and moan Peter gets in return make his cock twitch in Tony’s hand.

While Tony reaches for their necessities, Peter turns his back to Tony and awaits further instruction. He likes not seeing what Tony’s doing, likes that little element of surprise. He listens to the sound of a bottle opening and closing, and his heart flutters when Tony’s lips brush across his shoulder only a second before Tony spreads his cheeks with one hand and circles a slick finger around his tight rim.

Peter sighs when the finger sinks into him slowly, arches his back to aid Tony when he presses in deeper and pulls back again, slicking him up and stretching him out.

Tony sidles up against his back as best as he can and continues mouthing at his shoulder and neck as he works Peter open slowly, only pulling back to apply a bit more lube or add a finger, which has Peter almost painfully hard and leaking in a matter of minutes. It’s absolutely unfair what kind of things Tony can do to him with so little. It gets Peter every time.

And yet Tony continues to take his sweet time. It’s both the best thing and the worst thing simultaneously, as Peter wants nothing more than for Tony to fill him up the way he always does, and yet he knows he could come on Tony’s fingers alone and he’d be happy. So happy.

Thankfully Tony retreats his hand after a while and Peter hears a telltale plasticky crinkle, and then one of Tony’s arms shimmies under him in between the mattress and his body to effectively pull him back against his chest and back against his cock. Tony slides the head teasingly between Peter’s cheeks before he lines up and Peter’s hole swallows him down, opening up and welcoming the intrusion. His body yields for Tony like it’s made for it, until they’re connected at the hip and Peter can feel Tony deep inside of him.

Now that Tony’s other hand is free, he brushes it down Peter’s outer thigh, and Peter dutifully lifts his leg so Tony can hook his hand in the crook of his knee for leverage as he slowly begins to rock into Peter.

The room fills with quiet sighs and little moans as Tony fucks Peter slowly, pushing in deep with every roll of his hips. They’re pressed close with Tony’s mouth to Peter’s neck, nipping at his skin to leave little reminders of their lazy night and encourage Peter to be as vocal as he needs to be.

Peter refuses to touch himself because he knows it will be over the second he does. Every one of Tony’s thrusts hits the spot, scratching an itch inside him that so far only Tony has managed to scratch. Sometimes he thinks he’d be happy just staying in bed like that with Tony forever. Only leave for the occasional necessity like food or the toilet or a shower. It’s high time they take a few days off again and do exactly that. It’s been a while since Tony fucked him sore and aching.

Tony’s hands grab at Peter’s inner thighs after a while and Peter doesn’t know what he’s got coming until Tony’s rolled onto his back and pulled Peter with him. It’s a bit clumsy and a laugh leaves Peter’s lips as he has to push at the mattress to get on top of Tony, but when he’s settled he sees what Tony was trying and he’s here for it.

Peter rolls his hips and Tony lets out a moan against the shell of his ear, bucking up into him when he’s planted his feet on the mattress with his legs bent and repositioned his hands on Peter’s outer thighs to lift his knees to his chest once again. It’s obscene how exposed Peter feels folded up like that, but it just helps to give him a thrill. Not to mention every time Tony rocks his hips up now his cock rubs against a spot inside him that has him seeing stars.

Tony tires out pretty quickly in that position, his muscles straining and breath coming out in soft pants directly into Peter’s ear. Peter purposely doesn’t tease him about his age although he’s tempted – he just sits Tony up against the headboard and straddles his thighs, touching behind himself to sink back onto his lover’s cock and whimper at just how deep he reaches with the new position. His hole clenches as he pushes Tony back inside. Peter’s dick jumps with the friction, red and sensitive and desperate for touch that he knows he’s only going to get if Tony allows it. He wants it that way. Only wants to come when it’s Tony touching him and making him.

Tony is a generous lover though, quick to wind his fingers around Peter and allowing him to rock up into the coil of his hand.

“That’s it, baby,” Tony breathes, “God, you look so good like this, bouncing on my cock.”

Peter whimpers and moves faster, picking up his pace as he feels his lower abdomen tighten in anticipation, his muscles twitching as he keeps rocking back even though he can feel he’s not going to last much longer.

“Feel so fucking good around me. So tight, so warm. I wanna see you come, baby. You’re so pretty when you come.”

Tony keeps murmuring encouragement and Peter can’t take it anymore. It’s to easy to lose himself when Tony’s talking to him like that. His body seizes as his orgasm comes crashing down on him and sends him spilling hotly onto Tony’s chest and over the fingers around him, which don’t let up until they’ve pumped out every last drop. Tony’s still breathing praise although his words hitch when Peter clenches down around him, growing tighter and hotter for Tony to grind up into. He’s chasing his own orgasm now, hands on Peter’s hips squeezing hard to use him as he pleases, to make good use of Peter’s hole as tight as he is now before the boy relaxes into post-coital bliss.

It’s not long before Tony tenses beneath Peter with a shaky shout, burying his cock deep. Peter lets out a little satisfied noise that he feels to the very core and he holds Peter for a moment longer before his grip eases the second he’s spilled his load. His head falls back against the pillow behind him to catch his breath, eyes a little glazed.

Peter sinks down against Tony’s chest, uncaring of the filth between them, just keen on burying his face against Tony’s neck and breathe him in until Tony softens enough to leave Peter achingly empty once again, clenching down on nothing but air.

Neither of them wants to get up for a while after that. Tony doesn’t even bother to take off the condom.

Only when the clean sweat on their skin has dried and Peter starts to shiver with the lack of cover does Tony roll out from beneath the boy and leave him in the bed to fetch a warm, damp towel to clean him with.

By the time they settle in between the sheets, Peter is completely boneless, melting into the deep kiss that Tony meets him with when he returns from the bathroom and pulls him into his arms.

Peter yawns, and they both chuckle when it immediately triggers Tony’s following yawn.

“I adore you,” Tony murmurs into Peter’s hair before he gets the chance to fall asleep. He’s so comfortable.

The boy snuggles in closer, and kisses at one of the many scars on Tony’s chest.

“Mm. Not if I adore you first.”

[spider-mancan]

maybe different, but remember - Chapter 1 - RoamingSignals - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

Peter is working at Delmar’s, sorting out tabloids on the rack in the front, and he sees Tony’s face plastered everywhere and then Peter is reading words and then he can’t read anything because he’s crying and his shaking hands rip the magazine in half. Tony Stark…alive. He saved the world, saved Peter, and Peter never even got to thank him. Not that it matters now. If Peter was a factor in Tony's decision to snap his fingers, Peter will never know. No one will ever know, because Peter fucked up and now he doesn’t exist.

[introuvaille]

Talk (Dirty) to Me

Title: Talk (Dirty) to Me Author: airebellah Rating: Explicit Length: 1–5k words Genre: Smut, Pining Summary: Tony begins to vent his sexual frustration toward Peter by muttering dirty things in Italian. And Peter, well, simply fails to inform Tony that he happens to understand every word. He was definitely not the type to shy away from sex. So when he was tugging on his suit one day in Tony’s lab after the man had made yet another tweak to its system, and he heard Tony mutter, “Vorrei che tu non indossassi niente sotto,” Peter was shocked to find his throat dry up in response. His tongue refused to cooperate, as it always seemed to when Tony was involved. Instead he pulled on the mask, and chatted with Karen about the updates as he silently chanted, What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the actual fuck.

[sitp-recs]

🥹💜 ahh it’s so nice to find a fellow Thorki shipper! I’ve read them occasionally as a 2nd/3rd ship of interest, it was a solid pick when I was in-between my OTPs (Stony and Starker). Would love to check your all-time favorites, if you have any recs off the top of your head? I used to go for short PWPs or long angsty fics, not big on AUs or dark Thorki but I’m game if the fic is good! @givereadersahug I trust your tastes :)

Ooh. Which one? (I'm being nosy. Feel free to ignore this.)

Thorki! I’ve been in the mood since finishing a BL manhwa about two step brothers in love 🌝 but it’s been SO LONG since I last read it, I don’t even know where to begin. Could use some recs 🥲

[mthofferings2023]

Ginevra Benci

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Preferred organizations: - ALA "Unite Against Book Bans" Campaign - Clean Air Task Force - Innocence Project - Southern Poverty Law Center (SPLC) - Waterkeeper Alliance (See the list of approved organizations here)

Will create works that contain: fluff; angst; humour; most AUs, including historical; time travel and/or dimension travel; domesticity; action; suspense; casefic; crossovers [I'm always down for DC (Batman) / Marvel crossovers–for anything else, please ask!]; happy, complex, or bittersweet endings; longfics [I like plot]; identity porn / identity shenanigans; mutually pining idiots; love rectangles

Will not create works that contain: For writing: purely unhappy / dark / hopeless endings; unrelieved character bashing; vore; high school au for non-high-school characters; pwp [I like plot]; underage Peter with adult character as endgame; non-AU Starker For beta: I only ask for a heads-up if there's vore or significant sadness, so I'm not taken by surprise!

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Will create works for the following relationships: Spider-Man fandom any gen and ship - MCU Agent Carter fandom any gen and ship - MCU Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - MCU Loki & Thor - MCU Loki/Tony Stark - MCU Dum-E & Tony Stark - MCU Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark - MCU Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - MCU Natasha Romanov-centric - MCU

Work Description: I'm offering a long fic (happy to go quite long, but length will be based on bid!). Minimum length is 10k at the starting bid, with tiers as shown below. Length Tiers $15 : 10k words $30 : 20k $50 : 35k $65 : 50k After $65, each additional $10 => 10k words. For my sanity, though, capping at $215 => 200k (unless the story demands otherwise) --- Open to crossover, time travel, dimension travel of all kinds. Crossovers between MCU and Batman are delightful, in particular centring around Bruce Wayne as the main DC character (see examples linked below), but I'm open to others, so please get in touch! Also open to supernatural elements, A/B/O, soulmates, fake dating or marriage, etc. I can work with any level of detail in the prompt ☺ I tend to write fluffy/angsty genfic or up-to-M ships. Open to pretty much anything not on my DNWs–I don't tend to see kink as the focus of my fics, but I don't object to including kink or E material. That said, if what you're looking for is very specific, a more detailed prompt or followup might be needed ☺ I like complicated relationships, especially somewhat complicated parental/familial relationships, and I prefer writing characters trying their best (and sometimes failing) than writing a (non-fascist) character as just A Villain (some villains are accepted lol). Timeline to deliver will depend on length and prompt complexity (and degree of research needed, e.g., for a particular historical AU!). I'm happy to work with any of the relationships above or any combination of them, including as previous relationships. If there's something else/some other pairing you want to see, let me know. --- *Examples* DC/MCU Crossover Examples: The Spider and the Samovar, Knaves All Three. AU Example (DC Theater AU): All the World's a Stage.

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit

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Auction ID: 2070

Will create works for the following relationships: Peter Parker-centric - MCU Peter Parker & Bruce Wayne - MCU Clark Kent & Peter Parker - MCU

Work Description: I'm offering a long Peter-Parker-focused fic (happy to go quite long, but length will be based on bid!). Minimum length is 10k at the starting bid, with tiers as shown below. Length Tiers $15 : 10k words $30 : 20k $50 : 35k $65 : 50k After $65, each additional $10 => 10k words. For my sanity, though, capping at $215 => 200k (unless the story demands otherwise) --- Ideally, a Peter Parker crossover into the DC universe [OR] DC crossed into the MCU! Happy to include Team Red, any of the Batfam or Avengers, X-Men (though I'll need to brush up on them a little lol). Also happy to work in time travel, dimension travel, space travel, supernatural elements and/or supernatural creatures of all kinds! Angsty post-NWH or post-Endgame Peter, pre- or mid-Infinity War Peter, bubbly just-after-Homecoming Peter... all options here. Happy to take any level of detail in the prompt. *If you allow me to write identity nonsense, I will love you for it. It is my JOY.* Not setting out to add kink / E material in this one, but if you have a specific idea in mind let me know and we'll see! ☺ I like complicated relationships, especially somewhat complicated parental/familial relationships, and I prefer writing characters trying their best (and sometimes failing) than writing a (non-fascist) character as Just A Villain (i.e., no Rogue-bashing, no Tony-bashing). Timeline to deliver will depend on length and prompt complexity (and degree of research needed!). I'm happy to work with any gen relationship, and most ships--but I won't write underage Peter with any adult character as endgame and also won't do Starker at any age, because for me the MCU Peter-Tony relationship is simply Irondad. If there's a specific pairing you want to see, let me know! --- Examples: Peter Parker's Tapeworm, The Spider and the Samovar (DC/MCU Crossover example (no Peter))

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit

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-- Beta Service --

Auction ID: 3025

Will create works for the following relationships: Agent Carter fandom any gen and ship - MCU Spider-Man fandom any gen and ship - MCU Iron Man fandom any gen and ship - MCU Avengers fandom any gen and ship - MCU Loki fandom any gen and ship - MCU

Work Description: I'm offering a meticulous beta of basically anything, starting at $5 for 2k, with tiers as follows: Length Tiers $5 - 2k $10 - 5k $15 - 7.5k $20 - 10k After $20, each additional $5 covers another 5k words. Cap is at 200k (which I'll grant at $200, if we get there! ☺) Can be split over multiple works, chapters, etc. --- My strengths as a beta are, generally: - spotting plot holes and keeping plot points and POVs consistent; - helping translate action to text (e.g. sorting out whose hand is where); - reading for characterization; - researching and fact-checking (I *adore* fact-checking); and - making suggestions for tone, flow, and SPAG! In essence, I'm a mid-to-late-stage beta, rather than a brainstormer, cheer-reader, or alpha reader. I work best when I've got words to work with. Testimonials: I've been told, by different people, that I am "an EXCELLENT beta reader" and that my "SPAG eye is fantastic"--take that as you like! The MCU fandoms I know best are listed above, but if you want something else reach out and we'll see. I can also beta most AUs (some, particularly sports-based, I might need to research--but I *like* research so don't hesitate to ask if one would work). As well, I'm happy to take on crossovers, but I might not know the canon characterization of your cross-universe--so please reach out if you want me to beta a crossover or non-MCU characterization! I can also happily adapt to either US or UK spellings and idiom (or the bizarre chimera that is Canadian English orthography!); just let me know. Timeline entirely dependent on bid size, when you have words ready, etc. Open to discussions!

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit

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