#starker wip

[definitelynottony]

"Look at you dressed in red. My favorite color - It suits you, Petey. Now, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" 

"I…" Peter paused, then restarted - "I finally know the answer." He said matter of fact. 

Mr. Stark's nostrils flared, and a growl formed deep in his throat. He put his glass down and unbuttoned the top of his shirt, getting more comfortable after a long day. "You've had plenty of time to think on it. Three years is a long time to make a man wait, Peter." 

Peter nodded in agreement. It had been a long time, but the young omega needed it. Needed to be sure, and now he was. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting, alpha. But I know now that I do want it. Want you. Want to be yours." 

The man's breath came out harsh on his exhale, and he closed his eyes for a moment. He was proficient in the art of composure. Had to be in his line of work. He took a seat in his large office chair, much like a king on a throne. The power he commanded in such a mundane act was terrifying and hypnotic all at once. "So, show me how much you want to be mine, sweetheart..."

[spiderlinging]

WIP

“Shit! I mean—I’m sorry!” the frantic voice shouted at him as both men dropped to their knees to pick up all of the items that had fallen from the stranger crashing into the overfilled basket. Tony sighed in relief when he saw that the container of soup that was included in the parcel hadn’t spilled.

“I’m so sorry, I was just in a rush and I should’ve been paying more attention. I swear I’m not usually clum—” the younger man froze when the two of them finally looked at one another. “Mr. Stark,” he breathed out, deflating as if all the air had been wrung out of his lungs.

Tony thanked the universe for giving him the gift of observation so he could fully appreciate the view he was suddenly faced with. His eyes eagerly danced across each line of the boy’s face. A mess of curls sat atop his head that matched the warm tone of his wide, doe-like eyes. The pink parted lips complimented the rosiness of his cheeks that were darkening by the second.

Peter.

No, he didn’t know that. His face may have been beautiful, but it was unfamiliar and new to him. Plus, Amita had other neighbors. Like…umm…

Derek? He feels like there’s a Derek somewhere.

Regardless, his mind supplied him with the name Peter without a moment’s hesitation, almost as if it had a hand on a buzzer, eager to press the moment the opportunity arose. Memory of his conversation with Amita about Peter Parker had stayed locked behind its designated door since its inception. Now it had broken free and was causing mayhem followed by that same sinking feeling as before.

It made Tony uncomfortable not knowing things. And this was a mystery he had successfully hid until that moment.

Taking the items that Peter picked up from his hands, Tony continued to stare at the boy’s face. “Do I know you?” he asked skeptically.

After all, he did know Tony’s name.

Fuck, what was he thinking? That meant absolutely nothing. The whole world knew the name of Tony Stark. Babies emerged straight from the womb already pre-programmed knowing Tony Stark along with a plethora of future abhorrent Gen-B nomenclature.  He was fairly certain he had heard rumblings of a Stark religion picking up traction after his little resurrection deal, as if his ego needed it.

Point was, it would be stranger if the boy hadn’t recognized him. No, the name Mr. Stark had rolled so beautifully off his tongue without a moment hesitation. There was no hemming or hawing trying to play a game of “Name That Celebrity.”

Tony had never really had an authoritarian kink before, but god he could easily see that becoming a thing after hearing his name said like that. He idly thought about how the acoustics in his bedroom would perfectly amplify the sound of his name said in breathless ecstasy.

“I doubt it,” Peter (or whatever his name was) replied, snatching back Tony’s attention. The older man couldn’t help but notice the hint of cynicism in his response, leading him to  believe that they may have crossed paths in the past without Tony even realizing it. The number of baristas alone he hadn’t noticed over the years could easily fill a psychologist’s entire day with multiple group therapy sessions.

But had he missed that face? He would never claim that he noticed each and every attractive person in his proximity, but the likelihood is certainly up there.

Maybe it was years ago when “Peter” would have been walking jail bait. He may not have been a saint, but that was certainly a line he was not willing to toe. Despite his baby face, Tony clocked him to currently be in his early to mid-twenties. Unless they had encountered one another in the past 6 months since his return to the land of the living, there would have been 7 years he wasn’t around for, which would mean, prior to his dirt nap, the boy would have been—

Nope, he’s not doing that math.

“Sorry again—Hopefully I didn’t mess anything up with…that whole thing,” the neighbor gestured to the excessive amalgamation of cliché “Get Well Soon” trinkets haphazardly added back to the wicker basket. “Um—it was nice to meet you, sir,” he said bashfully before making a motion to continue down the steps.

“Wait,” Tony heard himself say, having no real plan prepared as to what words would come after. The boy stopped and waited, nervously readjusting the backpack that hung off his shoulder.

[irondad-defensesquad]

“Well, well… what do we have here?”

“TRASH!” Peter snatches it before Tony has the chance. “Just- trash! Nothing important!”

Except he doesn’t throw it out and holds it like a precious diamond. Tony just raises an eyebrow at him.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of,” his mentor reassures. “Your aunt already showed me your baby pictures.”

Peter groans at the memory. “Why are you guys like this!”

Tony smirks.

“I don’t even know why May invited you to help me clean my room. I can do it on my own!” Peter vents.

“We just thought you might need a hand, you have a pretty busy routine.”

“Yeah, but–”

“And you haven’t been sleeping well.”

Right, the Baby Monitor.

“... look, I’ll try to clean it up on my own. If I need you, I’ll let you know.”

Tony shrugs. “Alright.”

He sits on Peter’s bed.

“... Mr. Stark,” the teen inhales.

“What?”

“I can’t clean my room with you watching me! Just go watch some TV or something!”

“Okay, okay, jeez.”

Tony leaves and doesn’t close the door. Peter sighs and does it.

He’s really lucky that Tony didn’t get to find Peter’s old Iron Man stuff.

[unapologeticallytheworst]

Tony keeps trying to scare Peter off by telling him all the kinky shit he wants to do to him. This keeps having the opposite effect and driving Peter to unbearably horny. He has never really thought about about doing that kind of stuff, especially not with Mr. Stark, who he thought he would be lucky to get to sleep with once. But listening to what he wants to do to him, it all sounds so... thrilling? Exciting? Overwhelming? And everything Tony has done so far has been nothing less than fantastic.

(Tony is partially lying to himself about why he keeps doing it. He knows enough about how to read his partner's body language during sex to have felt out the shape of Peter's buttons. He knows that what he's saying is probably going to turn Peter into flushed mess that is literally begging for his cock, but this is his way of dancing on the line. He's not throwing the baby in the deep end, but he still gets to talk about it, think about it. And if he does scare the kid off, well that just solves the problem of how he's going to make himself stop. He won't have to, Peter will pull the plug on whatever it is that they're getting themselves into.)

[captshipper]

I've been writing wholesome fluffy shit recently, I need to write some dark Starker to make sure I'm still an awful person.

[spider-mancan]

i’m Cooking

[vae1bixy]

Tilted universe

Time passes after the end game people grow older and grow apart. In which Peter and Tony get transported into an alternate universe.

[goothemighty]

A two part work in progress. I just think it’s funny how they both have little goober sons.

Five points to anyone who gets the pose referenced.

[preromantics]

wip clearing 1: peter/tony, tony!vampire

still trying to finish several things in my wip folder this december, but i think i might post some of the shorter snippets to tumblr instead!

wip context: i orginally was going to write the vampire!au where tony was turned and tried to handle it himself but ended up feeding from peter. it was going to be more cycle-of-guilt/tony beating himself up about his mingling vampire and sexual desire vibes. peter turning ended up being easier to write, but here is the ~350 word beginning i jotted down + a lazy summary of the rest.

Peter is coming out of an Organic Geochemistry midterm when his phone vibrates in his pocket. It takes him a few seconds to register that it’s ringing – the midterm seemed too easy, and now he’s on edge that he’s fundamentally missed some core principle.

He smiles at the caller ID, a sufficient distraction from his imminent academic spiral, and answers.

“Hey kid,” Tony says, “hope I’m not interrupting your midterm.”

Peter feels a small flutter, somewhere deep in his chest that he’s been trying and failing to push deeper for years. He and Tony had briefly bantered last weekend during a twenty-minute overlap at the New York lab and Peter had mentioned this particular class in passing. He’s surprised and pleased that Tony remembered. 

“Just finished,” Peter confirms. “What’s up?” (So casual, these days.)

“Was hoping you could hop down to the city to help us handle a vampire coven,” Tony says. 

In Peter’s mind, he says it way too nonchalantly for– “A what?”

“You know, blood-sucking, live in the dark, prey on virgins,” Tony says. 

Peter can hear a small scuffle through the phone, another voice in the background. “Yeah, yeah,” Tony says, “not specifically virgins, I stand corrected.”

Peter glances at his watch – a slim custom Patek Philippe from none other than the caller himself that Peter still refuses to google the price of – and does some train schedule math in his head. “I could be there by dinner,” he says.

“I’ll send a jet and a briefing,” Tony says. “You can meet the wizard at Bleeker and he can fill in the rest.”

Peter hears a distinct “Stark” admonishment for the wizard comment come from the background of the call.

“You’re not joining?” Peter asks.

“I had – ah – something else came up. I may have bitten off more than I can chew here, I’m afraid.”

There’s something that sounds like a snort in the background, and Peter is amused – Dr. Strange doesn’t snort, so he’s not sure what’s going on wherever Tony is.

.............

And then the plan was that Tony would somehow get some of Peter's blood on him in a fight and guilty lick it off, get caught by Peter who would be too shocked to say anything -> Peter watching Tony drink synthetic blood in the lab and asking too many questions for Tony's liking -> Peter offering himself as a warm, fresh blood experiment -> Tony enjoying it Too Much and being deeply guilty -> Peter continuing to offer until they fuck

[vaguekiwi]

I’d love for you to post your wip list!

(In reference to this post lol)

Thank you so much anon and @thestarkerisobvious you two are lifesavers 💕😌

Tagging @authoressofdarkness and @thestarkerisobvious if they want to post their WIP list and haven't yet ❤️

Current WIPs under the cut

Collaborative Fics

1. The Pieces I’ve Lost (w/ @snowstark; BDSM Starker AU)

2. Puppies and Perjury (w/ @authoressofdarkness; mafia soulmate Starker AU)

3. “Untitled” (w/ @authoressofdarkness; College omegaverse AU)

4. What If: Under a Violet Rain (w/ SilverLurker)

5. "Untitled” (w/ SilverLurker; Star Readers book 2; fantasy BAMF!Peter pirate Starker AU)

Other Projects

1. On the Edge of Virtue (Dystopian dark SIM Starker AU)

2. San Pellegrino (On the Rocks book 1; no powers Parksborn AU)

3. Pineapple Martini (On the Rocks book 2; no powers post-Parksborn AU)

4. The Lies You’ve Kept (The Pieces I’ve Lost Clintasha prequel)

5. Free Fall (working title; high school no powers politics Starker AU)

6. Tarnished for Torment (The Fire and the Flood book 2; mafia dark Starker AU)

7. Razed or Risen (The Fire and the Flood book 3; mafia dark Starker AU)

8. Attic Room or Cellar Door (no powers domestic Starker AU)

9. “Untitled” (Boarding school Starker AU based on these posts: 1, 2)

[thestarkerisobvious]

OKAY I DID IT I WROTE THE THING I might publish it tonight

its so shiddy when u have to convince yourself to do your hobbies. like, its fun, you like it, why cant you just do it. do it. do it. but what if.... mindless media consumption instead....

[definitelynottony]

Starker High School AU wip

(Peter is a sophomore and Tony a senior. Peter is a somewhat new kid, too smart, too anxious, and too pent up. Tony understands him the most and knows exactly what the kid needs. BDSM, Daddy kink, underaged, angsty)

"Bad boys get punished, Pete." Tony rumbled lowly.

"...holy shit." Peter panted, out of breath. A bolt of heat shot through him, an electrical shock that left him tingling. "Fuck. Yeah, punish me then Daddy, please." Peter didn't realize he had whispered it out loud until after it was said. Until after it was too late to take it back.

... The whole time, Tony had been corralling Peter to the closest wall available. When they got close enough, Tony shoved the younger teen against it. Peter winced; more from the shock of the cool, pale toned sheetrock against his back than the force itself. Tony kept firm against him. Chest to chest, pressing Peter's arms above his head, pinning him to the wall.

"Say it again." The darker haired teen demanded in a rough whisper against Peter's ear.

"Punish me... Daddy." Peter's tongue felt heavy. The tension was heady, and the younger teen had no idea what was happening, but he never wanted it to stop.

"Fuuuck" Tony drawled out. His head dropped to the crook of Peter's neck, like the air was too thick and he needed a second to just breathe. That thought alone turned Peter on almost as much as the mouth that was licking its way to his ear.

"God." Tony huffed out, irritated. Why was he irritated? Peter was feeling amazing! "Alright, sweetheart, if we're doing this, then we need to get a couple of things outta the way first."

"Holy fuck…" Tony groaned, head back, eyes closed. He was on some cloud nine shit. "Jesus! You're so fucking good, baby. Sound like a spoiled little princess." Tony crooned, feeling that familiar bullet of heat going straight to his cock. It was honestly starting to hurt at this point, the way it strained against his jeans. "But I need you to shut up-"

"Yeah. I thought that's what we were doing?” Peter gestured down to their very noticeable situations. “Come on, I thought you were gonna punish me? Punish me! Please, Daddy." He whined like a brat because Peter Parker is a brat. A bossy brat and Tony fucking loved it.

"Bu-"

"I said shut it."

[spiderlinging]

Chapters: 6/25 Rating: Explicit Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Hogwarts, Slow Burn, Professor Tony Stark, Professor Peter Parker, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Mystery, Getting Together, Peter is 20 something when they get together, Questionable teacher-student dynamic, Tony Stark in Denial, Protective Tony Stark, Anal Sex, Top Tony Stark, Bottom Peter Parker, Hand Jobs, You dont have to know Harry Potter to read it, Or understand it Chapter Summary:

Peter finally forced himself to breathe, doing his best to stare directly at his target and not at Stark’s fingers wrapping so perfectly around his right wrist to control his movements. He was determined to do this.

[irondad-defensesquad]

EDIT: the full story is here!

“Hey, Morguna,” Tony resumes his sweet dad tone, “how about you and Mom get Peter a really nice book while I make the choco milk?”

“Yeah! Story for Petey!” Morgan loves the idea.

Two people leave the kitchen. “I’ll be back, Petey!” Morgan reassures from afar.

With the mother and daughter upstairs, the floor seems awfully silent. Save for the music.

Peter can also hear Tony sighing to himself.

He hates that.

The man seems to handle both the chocolate milk and dinner. Peter knows his mentor is going to confront him soon, and his heart is beating faster. And the teen knows he can’t run to the restroom again.

Peter spends so long overthinking that when the steps are coming towards him, he hides in the blanket to pretend he’s not there. Wow, he used to do this so much as a kid. Especially when he was sad and Uncle Ben would come and find him…

“... Hello, strange lump. I’m looking for my teenager who could use some chocolate milk right now,” Tony jokes. “Can you get him for me?”

Peter pretends he didn’t feel warm when Tony called him his teenager.

*(THIS IS NOT S/TARKER.)

[unapologeticallytheworst]

Hell yesss. They still haven't fucked yet, tho. Most of that is Tony angsting about wanting to do it. This thing is going to be soooo long.

[thestarkerisobvious]

...right now wishing I had time to write a 10k word slowburn enemies-to-lovers Starker...

...Spiderman being the unknown vigilante who, in addition to keeping The Little Guy safe on the streets of New York, has decided that the BIGGEST threat to his neighborhood is Stark Industries. Just LOOK at the crazy things coming to Stark Tower to attack Mr. "Iron-Man" in the middle of the night?!?! Spiderman has saved So. Many. Civilians. from friendly fire and falling debris. Someone should REALLY figure out what that crimial is doing. Someone should REALLY find a way to take him down...

...bonus points if Peter seduces Tony just to get into bed with him to get inside the penthouse for some recon...

One of the funniest things about enemies-to-lovers ships is how they’re almost always obsessed with each other. Like if a character actively chooses to interact with another character over and over again instead of simply ignoring them? Throw darts at it all you want, but you still printed out a picture of them to hang on your wall