#StarkerFestivalsEvents

[starker-sorbet]

Tony and Peter having an evening in the lab together where neither says a word but both can help the other with out thinking or throwing out their work rhythm

In the lab for @starkerfestivals Flufftober

[muse-of-gods]

Tony has tied Peter to their bed multiple times during sex. That's how they've always done it, and Peter is fine with it. So Peter is surprised when he comes home one day, only to find Tony waiting for him, arms spread and tied to their bed. Ready for him to take what he needs.

For @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo 2024: Tied to bed - Bingo Card below

[graceful-starker]

Cockwarming

Summary: Tony is too embarrassed to just ask for what he needs. But Peter doesn’t mind. Peter already knows what he needs. Peter always knows.

Warnings: Dom/sub themes, dom!Peter, cockwarming, mild negative self-thoughts.

WC/Rating: 2222/E

Notes: I am using a random number generator, because I want to do all of these prompts but not in order.

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Tony fidgets restlessly, fingers drumming against the table in a way that annoys even himself. He wants to stop; he wants to be quiet and good for his lab partner, but he can’t. His mind won’t shut the fuck up, and he feels the need to go do something. Like beat up some bad guys, or race his car, or-

“Tony?” Peter asks, and Tony stops his fingers immediately. He knows Peter wants him to look at him, but he can’t right now. He needs to tell Peter; Peter will understand. He always understands, when Tony gets like this. He understands Tony better than Tony understands himself. At all times, but especially like this, when Tony gets into this certain headspace he can never get himself out of. 

“Tony,” Peter says, a warning note in his voice now. Tony knows Peter wants eye contact, and if he can’t do that he needs to tell Peter. He just needs to tell Peter what he needs. He only needs to use his words. 

But Tony has never been good at this part. He’s never been good at simply asking for this. He’s embarrassed that he even needs it in the first place. Tony needs things, and it's embarrassing; both that he needs it and what he actually needs. He doesn’t know why, but it just is. 

Peter stands from his own space and walks in front of Tony, allowing the table to separate them for now. He just stands there for a second, and Tony starts to squirm in his seat as he death glares his fingers for betraying him and giving his headspace away. 

But Tony doesn’t move or tell Peter to get back to work, and so Peter waits one of Tony’s shaky breaths, then two. Then there’s a hand fisted in Tony’s hair, forcing Tony to look at Peter. Tony hisses at the sting, allowing tears to well up in his eyes despite the shame he feels coursing through him. He forces himself to keep eye contact now, now that Peter has taken the first step and forced Tony to. 

Peter’s lips are set in a thoughtful frown as his eyes roam Tony’s face, reading something there that Tony is incapable of putting into words. Then his hand slowly releases Tony’s hair, his lips twitching proudly when Tony doesn’t look away. “Stand up, Tony,” he commands softly. 

Tony swallows thickly, taking in a shaky breath before letting it out again. Then he finally stands, lifting his chin in false bravado as he maintains eye contact. His hands are shaking, so he balls them into fists and slams them into his thighs. 

Peter sees anyway, and he’s unimpressed by Tony’s weak attempt at defiance. He raises one eyebrow in a mock question, and Tony feels his teeth grind together. He hates this, he hates this so fucking much. He hates feeling like this, so full of shame and self-hatred. His mind won’t fucking shut up either. 

Peter hums, satisfied by the lack of fight if not full on submission. “Take your shirt off,” he says, in that infuriatingly calm voice. Tony hates it, he hates Peter. 

No, he doesn’t. Could never. But he thinks it anyway, if only to give himself something else to hate. 

He breathes in and out, gives himself five seconds to accept what’s about to happen. Then he yanks his shift off, lacking all grace, and balls it in his fist. His hand shakes when he releases it, letting it fall on his lab work. 

“Good,” Peter praises, and Tony’s nostrils flair with the need to disagree. All he did was take his stupid shirt off, and he even hesitated. But Peter doesn’t give him long enough to protest. “Now your shoes. Off.”

Tony doesn’t hesitate as long this time; he counts to three, before bending over to untie his sneakers. He toes them off, before pushing them under his desk so they aren’t in the way. He thinks about rebelling in a small way, thinks of straightening back up and glaring at Peter. He decides against it, and peels his socks off per Peter’s unspoken second command. He shoves them into his shoes before standing up again, his breathing already getting heavier. 

Peter actually smiles at him, and Tony holds his breath. Peter rarely smiles at him during these scenes; he knows it isn’t what Tony needs. Or maybe it is; Tony doesn’t know anymore. He wants his brain to be quiet, and Peter seems to be the only one who knows how to make it. “Good job,” Peter whispers, as if he thinks Tony might run like a startled deer if he speaks too loudly.

Tony might, if he’s honest with himself. 

“Pants, now,” Peter says at a normal volume, clinical command in his tone. It’s such a stark contrast to the loving smile, to the whispered praise, that it shocks Tony. It shocks him still, and god damn it, how does Peter do that? How does he know? “Fold them too, and put them on your chair after.”

Tony counts to two this time, before taking his belt off and dropping his jeans. He folds them carefully, keeping the belt in the loops, and puts them on the chair he vacated. He looks back to Peter, taking another deep breath. 

Peter hums in approval, cocking his head to the side as he considers Tony. Tony starts to squirm after a few seconds, breathing coming faster, and his hands itch to grab for his shirt. Somehow Peter waits for the exact second Tony was considering looking away, before he hums again. “Now your boxers. Fold them on top of your jeans.”

Tony’s fingers flex, but he doesn’t hesitate this time. His boxers are folded on top of his jeans before he thinks about it, and he’s back to staring at Peter. He doesn’t like this very much, being naked while Peter is fully dressed. He isn’t even hard yet, despite the arousal starting to warm him from the inside. He’s embarrassed, more embarrassed by the fact that he actually wants and needs this than by the act itself.

Peter’s lips twitch as he watches Tony’s face, allowing Tony to fidget in the silence. He waits, waits until Tony feels just about to burst before giving his next command. “Come here,” he says softly, but it leaves no room for argument.

Tony counts to three in his head, taking a deep and steadying breath before he walks around the table to stand in front of Peter. 

Peter wastes no time, letting one hand reach out to gently caress at Tony’s jawline and the other resting over Tony’s heart. It feels nice, too nice, and Tony wants to use his safe word. He wants Peter to stop, wants him to do literally anything other than show how much he loves and cares about Tony. 

Either the panic in Tony’s eyes does it, or the way his chest is starting to heave; either way, Peter somehow knows the exact second Tony is about to break. Tony isn’t sure how Peter always knows, but he’s grateful for it. He’s never trusted anyone half as much as he trusts Peter.

And isn’t that just too vulnerable a thought to exist?

Peter’s fingers on his jaw turn into a rough grip, forcing a gasp out of Tony’s lungs and the thoughts out of Tony’s brain. The dull ache of too tight a grip on Tony’s jaw hurts so good, good enough to let Tony focus on Peter again. “Are you going to be good for me, Tony? Or do you need me to help you be good?”

If this was anyone else, it might be a tease. If Peter were with a normal partner, the question might mean ‘are you in the mood to be a brat or be a good little sub?’ But Tony isn’t normal, and he never wants to be a brat. That requires too much thought and too much confidence on Tony’s part. No, Peter is asking if he’s capable of participating, or if he needs Peter to control everything. 

Tony doesn’t know the answer, so he just stares at Peter with wide eyes and breath coming too quickly in and out of his nose. 

But it’s okay that Tony doesn’t know the answer; a fact that took far too long to accept. He doesn’t need to know, because Peter knows. Peter always knows. 

Peter hums, letting go of Tony all together. Tony leans forward at the loss; was he leaning on Peter’s hand on his chest? He didn’t realize it, but he certainly did lose his balance just then. “That’s okay. I know what you need,” Peter says confidently. And yeah, yeah he does. Tony knows he does. 

“Come here,” Peter says, and lets Tony take in the words before he starts to back away. Tony follows, legs only a little shaky. Peter sits back down on his stool, and Tony freezes in front of him. “On your knees for me,” Peter demands, and Tony falls. He winces as his knees hit the floor, knowing he’s going to feel that more later. He should know better, he isn’t as young as he used to be, that was stupid-

Peter tsks, and Tony’s head shoots up, eyes wide with the horror of disappointing Peter. Peter runs a thumb over Tony’s lower lip, and Tony feels his mouth open on a gasp. “There you are,” Peter murmurs, more to himself than to Tony, and Tony hates that Peter knows him so well, knows the very second Tony’s mind starts to go too fast again. Or loves it, he can’t remember right now. 

Peter distracts him again, by letting go of Tony. Tony has to fight hard not to chase those fingers, instead gritting his teeth and forcing his back straight. Peter hums softly and pulls his zipper down, shoving them and his underwear down just enough to pull his cock out. It’s still mostly soft, and Tony is shocked to realize that he himself is already fully hard. When did that happen? He hasn’t even been touched.

“Open your pretty mouth,” Peter says, his right hand reaching out to cup Tony’s jaw again. His left hand holds his cock up and still, and it twitches once in interest for what’s about to happen. 

Tony sucks in a sharp breath, letting the shame wash over him as he closes his eyes. He lets himself wallow for three seconds, before opening them again. Peter lets him, because he knows Tony needs it. He finally lets his jaw drop, and then opens it even wider and sticks his tongue out just enough to cover his lower row of teeth.

“Good,” Peter breathes, as if he’s shocked Tony listened, and the tone makes a shiver run down Tony’s naked back. Peter moves the hand cupping Tony’s jaw behind his head, pulling gently until Tony follows. Peter pushes until his tip is in Tony’s mouth, and then pauses to let Tony breathe. 

Tony swallows thickly, taking a deep breath before making eye contact again. His brain is starting to quiet already, and it’s so fucking embarrassing that he needs this but he does and he’s so fucking lucky Peter knows how to handle it. 

Peter uses his thumb to stroke under Tony’s ear, and it feels so good that his eyes flutter. He pushes Tony the rest of the way down, until his nose is in Peter’s pelvis and his chin rests against Peter’s balls. Peter licks his lips appreciatively, scratching at Tony’s scalp in a way that makes Tony’s eyes roll into the back of his head. 

“Good,” Peter says, and his voice is so calm and in control. There is no hesitation, no shaking in his voice, no self consciousness or anxiety. Just cool, calm, collected control. He knows what he wants, what he wants Tony to do, what will happen. Because Tony will listen, and Peter knows what Tony needs.

Tony is jealous, normally, but not right now. Right now his world is slowly narrowing to Peter’s hardening cock in his mouth, to Peter’s fingers in his hair, to Peter’s ankles in his grip–when did that happen?–to the way Peter smells, to Peter’s abs being the only thing he can see. 

Peter starts to pet Tony’s hair, smiling down at him. Tony’s brain finally starts to turn off, and his eyes start to drift closed the longer he’s here. Drool is starting to roll down his chin and throat, but he doesn’t even care or feel shame from it. 

Peter uses his other hand to type on his computer, but his left hand remains loyally in Tony’s hair. Tony’s eyes are fully closed, his cheek resting fully on Peter’s thigh. It’s kind of hard to breathe with his nose in Peter’s skin, but he can breathe enough that he needs to focus on it but not worry about it. His hands are wrapped loosely around Peter’s ankles, and where his body connects with Peter’s is the only thing that matters anymore. Tony is too embarrassed to just ask for what he needs. But Peter doesn’t mind. Peter already knows what he needs. Peter always knows. And Tony trusts him to know what Tony needs, even more than he trusts himself.

[pretty-bratty]

"Spirited Away" AU for @starkerfestivals Extended AUpril: Magic (card below)

[starkerfestivals]

StarkerFestival's Extended AUpril!!

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

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

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

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

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

Other Events:

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

Edit: This event is now live Here!

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

Below the cut are the written versions of the prompts.

Extra rules:

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

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

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

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

Tag every trigger appropriately, as always.

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

Happy AUpril everyone!

Light Bingo AUs:

Royal

No Powers/Modern

Coffee shop

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

Celebrity (Actor, Singer, Streamer, etc.)

Artist/Author

Fix-it

Librarian

Star Wars

Magic (HP, Realism, Fantasy etc.)

Aged Up/Down

Angel/Demon

Lesbian Starker

Decorator

Soulmates

Cottage/Countryside

Dark Bingo AUs:

War/Military

YA Distopia (Hunger Games, Divergent, etc.)

Criminal

Superior Iron Man  

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

Firefighter

Game of Thrones

Detective 

Apocalypse

Break Up/Make Up

Blood

Lovers to Enemies

Stockholm Syndrome/Kidnapping

Historical

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

Mafia

[thesashawick]

'Cause your love is cosmic (ESCORT)

This is probably the tenth or twelfth gala that Peter has attended as Mr. Stark’s plus one. By now he’s gotten used to wearing near indecent clothes that cover not enough of his body, and that cost more than Peter could earn in a lifetime. For some reason, Mr. Stark derives near perverted pleasure from seeing Peter in clothes that he buys and that Peter wears only because Mr. Stark said so. He only says yes because it pleases the older man, and maybe because he likes how pretty the clothes make him look.

It’s because of this and his enhanced senses, that he knows everyone at the galas and red carpets think that he’s an escort. At first, it had bothered him, that everyone thought Mr. Stark would have to resort to such things for a date, as if everyone and their mom wouldn’t kill for the opportunity. Then, when he remembered, he found himself a bit annoyed that people thought of him like that, like just because he was young and wearing women clothes he couldn’t be with Mr. Stark’s side for something else than his physical appearance. Of course, by the seventh or eighth time he attended such an even with Mr. Stark, he began to derive amusement from it. He started to behave more clingy with the older man; hanging from his arm and leaning into him, never quite keeping a good distance from the man of his dreams, speaking sweetly at the man and flaunting his body in the clothes that the man had picked specially for him. To his great delight, Mr. Stark played along, near groping him and treating him like he was a pretty boy-toy he was particularly fond of.

Peter adores being treated that way.

More so because while that treatment has carried over to their regular lives outside of the galas and fundraisers and red carpets, Peter is afforded a more tender and loving sort of treatment that any other would not. He gets to see the true face of Mr. Stark, the man that is more than just a genius billionaire. That he likes rock and metal, and he loves nerdy movies, and he despises vegetarian food. Peter knows who the man behind the armour is, and he absolutely loves it.

So maybe he goes a bit too far sometimes. Maybe he acts like a spoilt boy-toy in front of some people that simply won’t take a hint. So what?

Mr. Stark has never claimed to be bothered or annoyed with Peter’s behaviour, so why should Peter stop?

Pretentious models and business people might think of Peter as a lowly escort that opens his legs for money, that just because of their perceived impression on Peter, that they have a chance with Mr. Stark. Well they are wrong, and Peter will die before that becomes true.

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[taruchinator]

☕ Explicit Content

☕ 1.5k Words

☕ For the @starkerfestivals Valentine's Exchange!

There was always something about waking up next to Tony that made Peter's heart flutter.

Everyone knew Tony Stark was handsome. The silver fox was thirsted after by men and women alike thanks to his good looks and charismatic charm. But this right here, was a sight that Peter had all for himself.

A not-so-soft sensation suddenly rubbing against the brunet's thighs, which told him he was looking for something other than a comfortable body pillow.

Hey everyone! Alice here bringing you more Starker content! ^^

This is a little something I cooked last month for the Starker Valentine's Exchange which I'm super late on posting over here on Tumblr hehe.

Apologies to my giftee @starker-sorbet for being a bit late! I hope you'll still like it— I wanted to lean on domestic moments, but was also in the mood of smut, so I figured why not mesh them together~

There was always something about waking up next to Tony that made Peter's heart flutter.

Unlike his partner, the younger man was an early bird—sure, he'd spend time working on his inventions in the late hours of the night, yet for some reason his biological clock was wired for him to wake as soon as the sun started to rise. Which would probably be annoying for most people on their day off, but Peter quickly found the positive to this little quirk of his.

Shifting under the soft silk of their white sheets, the brunet sneakily placed an arm around the sleeping figure beside him, taking in the breathtaking sight with a soft smile.

Everyone knew Tony Stark was handsome. The silver fox was thirsted after by men and women alike thanks to his good looks and charismatic charm. But this right here, was a sight that Peter had all for himself—something the masses didn't know about his lover, and that made him feel special.

The older man was snuggled against his side, with the stubble of his beard tickling Peter in the rhythm of his even breathing. The usual crease between his eyebrows caused by both dealing with the duties of Stark Industries and an Avenger was not present, showing instead an expression that could only be described as peaceful.

Almost vulnerable.

The first time he'd been treated to this sight was at the beginning of their relationship, when Tony invited him to spend the night and share a bed. “Just sleeping”, he'd clarified, to which Peter only chuckled and nodded over how cute it was for Tony to not dare rush him into anything.

The morning after, the brunet was starstruck after seeing the older man draped over him. After clearing out the embarrassment of it all, Tony had said that he must've felt safe in Peter's presence, which instantly melted the young Avenger's heart.

Ever since, he's been eternally grateful to his early morning habits that allowed him to admire the man he loved in his natural habitat.

Tony shifted again, this time pressing himself completely to Peter's side with an incomprehensible mumble, almost as if he was seeking the other's warmth. Yet based on the not-so-soft sensation suddenly rubbing against the brunet's thighs, something told him he was looking for something other than a comfortable body pillow.

“Well someone's feeling frisky…” Peter mumbled under his breath with a coy grin.

Morning wood was relatively common in their bed sharing experience, despite Tony's insistence in being ‘too old for it’ and how it ‘made him seem like a horny teenager.’ They usually never had time to address it—the life of a superhero left little time for oneself, let alone a partner.

But today was different.

No catastrophic incidents to follow up on with S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters and no pesky Stark Industries meetings where they had to sit for hours trying to explain what the Iron-Man suit was even for.

It was a day just for them.

With skillful movements, Peter slowly guided his hand under the covers and against the familiar feeling of Tony's clothed bulge. A soft sigh was heard and Peter couldn't tell who it came from. All he knew was that the member was growing harder and larger.

After wrapping his fingers under the older man's underwear, Tony let out a soft groan while wiggling himself closer, which instantly sent a pool of heat to Peter's core.

“How can he be so cute yet so handsome?” Peter couldn't help it—before he knew it, his other hand was moving under the comfort of his briefs and began teasing his outer lips in synch to his lover's stroking. He let out a low moan, praying to any deity out there that he wasn't being loud.

He was used to caring for his sexual needs on his own, thanks to the aforementioned lack of time that came with a superhero's life. It made the few moments they did have together feel much more special and meaningful.

“Hmm… Either I'm still dreaming or this is the cheesiest start to a porno…”

A groggy voice brought Peter back to reality, with a pair of lips he knew by heart meeting his own. Their kiss was sloppy, soft and sweet, with Tony humming into it which brought a smile to the brunet's face.

“For the record, it seems like you were having a fun little dream there,” Peter teased slightly, “hopefully I was in it?”

“Honey, you star in my dreams every night.” Tony said with affection dripping from his voice, which was only a bigger indicator that he was still waking up. He was much more lovey dovey in the mornings. Peter chuckled in response, pulling the man closer in both a hug and to get a better grip on his cock. “Well that makes two of us, I guess…”

“Nuh-uh. Enough of that mister, gimme.” The older man swatted Peter's hand away, and instead placed it around his neck as he maneuvered around to try and feel what was hidden under the young man's underwear. Peter knew he was already dripping, but it didn't it from being embarrassing. ��Someone's all ready to go…”

“When you wake up to your boyfriend grinding against you can you blame me?” Peter's voice hitched at the new hand rubbing circles against his clit. He'd never understand how Tony could make him melt with a snap of his fingers.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting, then.” A small smile crossed his features, which Peter gladly returned. After lowering both of their pants to each other's ankles, the billionaire began aligning himself to his entrance. With slow and steady movements, he was eventually inside.

Much less complicated from their first attempts, when Peter still had to adjust to Tony's size.

“Haa… you doin’ good?” The older man was in place, not daring to move until Peter said otherwise. He was always considerate that way.

“Y-Yeah. God, yes Tony, just move.”

And so he did.

‘Slow and steady wins the race’, so they say. The duo had never had time for that, though. Today however, it seemed like his boyfriend was on the same page as him when it came to taking it easy in their day off. Slow and almost lazy thrusts were what Peter received, and he didn't realize how much he needed a good release until now.

Kisses were peppered everywhere—his cheeks, his forehead, his collarbone. Pretty much anywhere Tony could get access to was fair game, and they all felt the same: warm and safe. Peter returned the affections as best as he could, but even in this slow rhythm they had going on, he was reaching his climax rather fast. Who could've guessed?

“Ngh… I'm close. W-Where do you want me, baby?” Tony mumbled close to his ear. Seems like he wasn't the only one at least.

“I-Inside. Inside is fine…” Peter moaned while pulling the other man closer to him, tugging gently at his hair as a somewhat lifeline.

Just like that, groans echoed across their bedroom, with the familiar feeling of Tony's warm seed filling up his insides. If this was a dream he certainly didn't want to wake up. Of course, that is until Tony decided to let out a yawn after their little session, which was just far too adorable for Peter to resist.

He reached for a tissue box on their nightstand and then turned upwards to the ceiling. “Jarvis. Can you get us started with some breakfast?”

The lights of their bedroom flickered to life, much to Tony's annoyance as he hid under the blankets. The comforting voice of the A.I. guarding the mansion replied. “Good morning, Master Peter. I will get started on that right away.”

“Thanks!” Peter smiled and the lights turned off, only for sounds to start coming from the kitchen as their meals were being prepared. “Well that was quite a way to start the day.”

“And it can continue to be wonderful,” Tony lifted his head slightly, not entirely sure if the lights would come back to spook him, “if we just stay in bed a little longer.”

“Haha! But don't you have that meeting—?”

“It isn't until after lunch. Now come and cuddle, you know daddy gets cold after we have sex.” Tony grumbled with a hint of annoyance in his voice, but it was clear that he meant no actual harm. Peter let out another chuckle in disbelief.

“Okay, yeah, I'm not calling you that. But I won't argue with free cuddles.” The brunet was quick to place his head against his lover's chest, feeling the warm sensation of his skin and arc reactor giving him life.

He'd never understand how he got this lucky. And to be honest, he didn't wanna dwell too much on it—He loved Tony and Tony loved him. That was all that mattered.

“Jarvis. Put a rain check for breakfast. Something tells me we'll be taking a little nap…” Peter mumbled only loud enough for the entity to hear him.

Breakfast in bed sounded much more appealing anyway.

✦ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬!✦

[maukree]

Day 29: Peter/Tony - Hair-pulling

Slowly, the kid stirs. His nose wrinkles, his lips twitching, and Tony smirks. Eyelids flutter open, those long lashes casting shadows on perfect cheeks. There’s a moment where the kid’s eyes are unfocused, blinking rapidly as he comes to. Tony moves the coffee cup just a bit closer, and the kid’s nose twitches again, followed by a small, almost inaudible moan. He looks like a kitten waking up from a nap, stretching his arms out and blinking in confusion. It’s almost disgustingly adorable. Finally, his gaze lands on Tony, recognition dawning in those brown eyes. There’s a second of what appears to be a momentary panic, but that morphs fairly quickly into a blush, which Tony finds both a good sign for himself and a bad one for his HR department.

Rating: Mature-Explicit Wordcount: 8.5k

Bingo fills and cards under the fold

Peter Parker Bingo: SWF N1 - A Mystery @pparkerbingo Starker Festivals Summer Bingo: B1 - Slow Burn @starkerfestivals

[authoressofdarkness]

Bingo Fill: Breath Play @starkerfestivals

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

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

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

[winterspiderpurrs]

Highly recommend! Such a good read and there is one chapter left!

Coffee Chemistry Chapter One- Something Fancier

Everyone in New York knows that Tony Stark doesn’t wake up before ten o’clock in the morning.  So it’s no surprise that when he wanders into the tower coffee shop at eight AM, there’s a soft wave of whispers. It doesn’t bother him at all. He knows to many of his employees he’s like a ghost, as elusive and out of reach as JARVIS himself. In fact, he doesn’t normally come down here at any time of day, but he might have harvested the machine in the lab AND the penthouse for parts.  And he hadn’t actually gone to bed yet, but he really wanted a coffee. 

You can read Chapter One [here] or from the beginning on AO3 [here]

A Starker Story for @starkerfestivals AUpril "Coffee Shop" prompt

[sausageg]

Everybody knows

Day 26: Matching Halloween costumes

[starker-sorbet]

Tony making sure Peter has plenty of sweaters to keep him warm as the weather turns colder and his spider DNA threatens to send him into hibernation

Sweater weather for @starkerfestivals Flufftober

[muse-of-gods]

Prince Peter is fascinated by science and so he spends all of his time that is not consumed by his royal duties with the king's inventor Tony. It's a nice addition that they get along very well apart from their passion for science and spend a lot of sleepless nights in Peter's bedroom.

For @starkerfestivals AUpril: Royalty AU - Bingo Card below

[graceful-starker]

Sex Toys

Summary: Toni introduces her girlfriend Penny to one of her toy boxes.

Warnings: Genderbend, exploring with sex toys.

WC/Rating: 4092/E

Notes: I thought this prompt (Day 31- Sex Toys) would fit perfectly with my gender bend square on my bingo! Also @the-mad-starker this one is for you boo <3 This turned out so much longer than I planned ;-;

~

Penny has enjoyed their sex life so far, more than that even. She thinks it’s perfect; she’s never before been with someone who was so sexually compatible. Every single time they have sex, which is a lot, she leaves feeling like that was the best sex of her life. She can hardly remember what an orgasm without Toni’s influence feels like, but she knows it’s boring in comparison. 

Toni, however, will not settle for best. She wants to ruin Penny, ruin her for anyone else, ruin her for anything that isn’t given by Toni. And so far, she’s succeeding. 

Penny can’t even get herself off anymore, not by herself. Which she doesn’t really mind, because there aren’t a whole lot of opportunities for her to be horny without Toni being able to fix it for her. 

All of this to say, Penny nearly faints when Toni opens the box, which is well used yet new to Penny and Toni’s relationship. 

“That’s…the first box?” Penny squeaks, leaning away from the box as if the contents will reach out and bite her.

Toni smirks, that familiar sparkle of mischief in her eyes. “Oh, kid,” Toni says, leaning in and kissing her shoulder. “This is the ‘ease Penny into it’ box. I have a whole playroom filled with boxes and other toys.”

Penny swallows thickly, leaning back into Toni’s chest. It’s terrifying, the idea of Toni having not only more toys than this, but more intense toys that Toni deemed too scary to start Penny off with. A whole room dedicated to sex; Penny should have known honestly. “W-what’s wrong with what we do now?” Penny asks, voice shaking. 

It’s not that Penny is a stranger to toys; she has her own favorite vibrator at home, and even a dildo in her dresser. Not to mention, Toni has already used a few different vibrators and dildos on her, and she even introduced Penny to the strap on. (Maybe Toni has more strap ons, Penny is suddenly very sure that Toni would not limit herself to just one harness). But this box, and the idea of more boxes; it’s a lot to take in all at once. 

“Nothing,” Toni murmurs, directly into Penny’s ear just to feel the younger shiver against her. She gives Penny’s ear a gentle kiss, before licking along the shell. Penny’s breath leaves her in a gasp, and Toni smirks. “Just limited. There’s a whole world of ways to play you haven’t tried yet. Don’t you want to explore it?” Her voice lilts teasingly at the end, and Penny is helpless against her beautiful, sexy, perfect lover. 

Penny reaches out with a shaky hand, fingers wrapping around the absurdly large dildo in her hands. Or, she assumes it’s a dildo; it isn’t human. She’s had sex with a man before, and she’s seen porn; this is absolutely not a human penis. “What even is this?” she asks, voice weak and shaky.

She feels more than hears Toni laugh against her neck, and watches as Toni’s thicker fingers join her own on the toy. “It’s called a dragon dildo. They have all sorts of shapes and sizes, you know. Even animal ones.”

Penny startles, almost dropping the toy if it wasn’t for Toni’s grip on it too. “What?!” She hisses, scandalized. Her cheeks are red, and she just knows Toni is loving every second of this. She’s said in the past that she adores when Penny blushes, and she proves it again by sighing and rubbing her lips softly against Penny’s burning cheeks. “Why?”

“Why not?” Tony whispers, moving the dildo onto the dresser and digging through the box some more. “What do you think of this one?”

“Why is there a bunny on it?” Penny asks, running her fingers over it. She blushes harder as Toni switches it on and it starts to vibrate. “Oh, fuck,” Penny whispers, realizing where the bunny goes now. “Fuck, this one-this part goes inside? It’s so big!”

Tony snickers, turning it off and pushing it aside too. She kisses behind Penny’s ear and rummages through the box again. “That one is called the greedy girl,” she says, almost like it’s an afterthought. “It would be big. Oh, you’ll love this one,” Toni says, pulling out what at first looks like a unicorn toy.

Penny quirks a brow, taking it from Toni and looking it over. “A unicorn?” she asks, confused. Toni lets her turn it around, and Penny gasps loudly as she looks at the mouth. “It has a tongue!” she yells, and Toni giggles behind her. Toni takes it again and pushes the toy’s mouth against Penny’s still clothed crotch, directly over where her clit is hidden. “O-oh,” Penny whispers, realizing what the tongue will do.

Toni hums happily, throwing that one to the side and pulling out what are surely two medieval torture devices. “These go on your nipples and vibrate,” Toni hums, holding them both in one hand in order to use the other to pinch at Penny’s left nipple gently. 

It still makes Penny gasp and jump slightly, and she rubs her legs together without realizing it. “Toni,” Penny whines, leaning back more heavily into Toni’s front. Those arms Penny loves so much abandon the toys to wrap around Penny’s body, holding her close and kissing up and down her neck. 

“We can try as much or as little as you want. And we can take our time exploring, no need to dive in head first,” Toni reminds her, squeezing Penny tighter to her. 

Penny is, despite her hesitation, absolutely throbbing between her legs. Her panties have to be soaked by now, and it would be embarrassing if it wasn’t exactly what Toni wanted. “You can use a few of them on me,” Penny agrees softly, despite the shakiness still remaining in her voice. “I think-I think it might be easier if you surprise me with them,” she thinks out loud. “In-instead of telling me. I think the…the expectation is causing the…”

Toni isn’t playing fair. One hand has slipped under Penny’s shirt, and is rubbing small circles around her nipple. On top of this, her teeth are starting to gently scrape over her neck, and Penny honestly didn’t stand a chance. 

“Fuck, Toni, please. Please, I want you so bad right now,” Penny whines, rubbing her legs together on purpose now.

Toni hums, grabbing a handful of Penny’s breast before squeezing it more roughly than she normally would. It causes Penny to whine and press more firmly against Toni’s front, and Toni’s lips twist into a smirk. “Strip for me then, beautiful.” 

Penny almost falls when Toni backs away, but catches herself before she does. She gives herself a second to breathe, before she turns to eye Toni wearily. When her girlfriend only widens her smile and quirks a brow in demand, Penny licks her lips and starts to strip. 

Sometimes she likes giving Toni a show, likes to watch those deep brown irises slowly get swallowed by dilating pupils; but she doesn’t have the patience nor the confidence right now. Instead, she twists her shirt off and throws it onto the dresser before dropping her jeans. She’s out of them in record time, a feat she’s very proud of considering how tight the jeans are that Toni keeps buying her. 

She hesitates when she’s down to her bra and panties, watching as Toni starts to look through her box and make decisions. Penny is grateful for the moment to collect herself, and takes a few steadying deep breaths before unclipping her bra and tossing it to join the rest of her clothes. Her panties follow before she can change her mind, and she scoots herself back on the bed so she’s resting against the pillows against the headboard. It’s easier to start sitting up and move to laying down when Toni is above her. 

Toni hums when she has her selections, putting everything else away and carrying the chosen toys to the bed behind her back. “Close your eyes,” Toni purrs, and Penny is helpless but to obey. She hears the toys be deposited next to her, hears Toni quickly shed her own clothes, and feels as the bed dips with Toni’s weight. 

Soon Penny feels Toni sitting in her lap, her hands automatically resting on her girlfriend’s hips to keep her there.

Toni chuckles softly, and the dark tone makes Penny shiver, “Good girl,” Toni purrs, and accidentally unlocks a new kink in Penny. Penny feels her jaw drop and hears herself suck in a sharp breath. “Oh,” Toni says, delight evident in her tone. “You like being good for me, baby?” Toni asks, her hands rubbing up and down Penny’s arms teasingly. 

Penny whimpers softly, biting her lower lip and furrowing her brows. Toni is always doing this to her, is always making her feel both adored and mocked in the same breath. It’s as if everything Penny does delights Toni to no end, like the older woman is constantly as surprised by Penny’s actions as Penny is by Toni’s. 

Toni hums at the lack of answer, wrapping her fingers gently around Penny’s wrists and pulls them up to her mouth to give each a gentle kiss. Then she moves Penny’s arms above her head, crossing one wrist over the other. “Scoot down the bed for me, but keep these here. And keep your eyes closed. 

Penny takes a deep breath and obeys, feeling Toni lift her weight up but not move away. She scoots down until she’s flat against the bed, her wrists crossed above her head. “Like this?” she has to confirm, wanting to behave.

“Perfect,” Toni praises, and rests her weight back down so her ass rests on Penny’s stomach. It’s here that Penny realizes she’s still in panties, and a shiver runs through her again at the realization that she’s naked and Toni isn’t. “Now, be my good girl and stay still. And keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open.”

Penny sucks in a breath through her teeth, clenching her fists but refusing to move them. Fuck, how did it take so long to realize she has a praise kink? 

The next thing she knows, Toni’s lips are on hers, and she tries to raise into the kiss. Penny is convinced Toni has magic kisses; everything else disappears when those thick, soft lips rub over her own. The way Toni sucks Penny’s lower lip in between her teeth, teasingly biting just enough to make the feeling apparent but not hurt, makes all of Penny’s anxiety dissipate. She never feels more wanted and adored than when Toni’s tongue worships her own, when it curls gently behind her teeth and lathes over the roof of her mouth. 

What could have been minutes or days later, Toni pulls away and hums in satisfaction. “God, if you could only see the way you look right after I kiss you,” Toni sighs lovingly, fingers gently rubbing over Penny’s cheek. “I want to make you feel so good that you forget everything except my name,” Toni says, as if that isn’t the hottest thing Penny has ever heard. 

“Please,” Penny responds, starting to wiggle under Toni’s weight. “I want you!”

Toni scoots down Peter’s stomach until her clothed crotch rubs over Penny’s exposed clit. It causes a hiss to escape Penny’s mouth, and her fingers twitch with the urge to touch her girlfriend. “You always respond so beautifully when I touch you,” Toni says, rubbing her hands up Penny’s stomach until she can grope Penny’s tits in both hands. 

Penny whines at the grip, trying to rub her clit into Toni’s ass. “C’mon!” she complains.

Toni chuckles again, before leaning down and sucking one nipple into her mouth while massaging the breast tissue. Her other hand moves to pinch and roll Penny’s nipple between her fingers, getting it hard and erect.

Penny gasps and whines, throwing her head back into the pillows. It’s difficult to fight the urge to watch, to fight the urge to touch Toni. She wants to tangle her fingers in Tony’s pretty hair, pull her closer to her chest and force more of herself into Toni’s mouth. 

Toni is relentless though; she rolls Penny’s nipple between her teeth, biting just on the edge of pain, before soothing it over with the flat of her tongue. Then she switches, tugging and rolling at the abused nub with her other hand and taking the other nipple between her lips.

“Fuck!” Penny gasps, squirming in a way that tests Toni’s balance. “Fuck, please, it-it hurts but it feels good at the same time!” 

Toni pulls back enough to laugh breathily, causing Penny’s nipple to pebble at the wash of air. “You haven’t felt anything, yet,” she teases darkly. She pulls away from Penny’s chest, ignoring the complaining whine from her girlfriend, and reaches for the toys. “Tell me if you don’t like this,” Toni demands, waiting for Penny to nod.

“I promise!” Penny says, eyebrows furrowed. “Please, get on with it!”

Toni finally takes mercy on her; or, maybe mercy is the wrong word, since it’s even more tortuous than Toni’s mouth. Something cold and rubber pinches at the erect nubs Toni worked hard to get ready. The feeling is both really fucking good and really fucking weird. Penny has never felt something like this before; just on the edge of being painful but so, so stimulating that Penny doesn’t even care. 

“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, biting her lip to keep more moans and whines from escaping. 

Toni makes a happy noise, thumbs gently rubbing over the clamped nipples. “So fucking pretty,” Toni whispers, almost to herself, and sits back on Penny’s thighs to better enjoy the view. “I love your tits,” Toni sighs wistfully, and it almost makes Penny laugh; if she wasn’t too wound up already, she might have. 

“Can I look yet?” Penny asks, because she wants to see the adoration on Toni’s face.

“No,” Toni says, a teasing note to the single syllable. “I’m not anywhere close to done with you.” She scoots further down, and spreads Penny’s thighs so she can fit between them. 

Penny feels a blush paint her cheeks red, knowing her dripping pussy is exposed to Toni’s hungry gaze now. Toni pushes her legs even further apart, almost uncomfortably so, and squeezes Penny’s thighs. “I love every part of you,” Toni corrects her earlier statement, leaning in to nip at the sensitive skin of Penny’s inner thighs. Penny’s leg jumps under her touch, and Toni grins. “I would devour you if I could.”

Penny whines, clenching around nothing and pulling her legs as far apart as she can without them burning–being Spider-Woman has a lot of benefits, including flexibility. “Please, Toni, please touch me!”

Toni laughs meanly, squeezing at Penny’s thighs hard enough to leave bruises. “I am touching you, sweetheart.”

Penny sticks her tongue out at her lover, and gasps as Toni pinches her. “You know that’s not what I mean!” she whines.

Toni hums in agreement, before running her fingers teasingly up and down Penny’s thighs. “A or B?” she asks.

The question confuses Penny enough that she almost blinks her eyes open. “What’s A and what’s B?”

“Not telling,” Toni says, leaning down and licking at one of Penny’s trapped nipples. “A or B?”

Penny whines, fighting the urge to rub her legs together. “B?”

Toni grins against Penny’s breast, kissing the flesh once more before pulling away. “Stay still, and keep those pretty legs spread for me.”

Peter blushes heavily, biting her lip to keep from doing something stupid like beg. 

Toni puts something back in the box, and then her left hand is back on Penny’s right thigh. It rubs soothingly up and down, distracting Penny from what’s to come. “Good girl, stay just like that. So pretty, so gorgeous for me.” She uses her right thumb to rub into Penny’s slit, feeling the slickness there with a shiver of her own desire.

Penny gasps, biting harder on her lip and fighting the urge to moan. Fuck, she’s so fucking wet and Toni has barely touched her. She wants so many things at once; she wants Toni’s thick fingers deep inside of her, she wants Toni’s tongue on her clit or fucking deep into her, she wants Toni’s strap-on, wants that silicone cock fucking her better than anyone else ever has. Anything, anything from her girlfriend.

Toni answers her silent plea, but not in a way Penny expected. “You’re so wet for me already, I can feel how much you want me,” she practically growls, before the thumb slides up to rest just above Penny’s clit. Something cold and rubber rubs along her slit instead, gathering up her slick and using it as lubrication. 

“Fuck,” Penny gasps, before biting her lip again. Toni squeezes her thigh again, and Penny throws her head back. She’s so wound up, she feels like if Toni breathed on her clit she would come. “Fuck, please, what is that?”

Toni growls softly, twisting the toy so that it’s fully covered in Penny’s desperation before slowly sliding it inside. 

Penny winces at first, but then she slowly starts to gasp and groan the further it slides into her. She doesn’t remember any of the toys looking this big, but it slowly starts to spread her open wider and wider. The toy is slender at the top, and she thought she could handle that. But it’s getting wider and wider, and Penny whines loudly as the base finally presses against her and she can feel Toni’s fingers against her lips. “Oh my fucking god,” Penny gasps out.

Toni kisses Penny’s hip, twisting the toy inside of Penny. “Do you like the way it feels?” Toni asks, teeth scraping the skin under her mouth.

Penny nods frantically, almost reaching down to touch herself before she catches herself. Her wrists slam back into the pillows above her head, and she clenches her eyes shut tightly. “Fuck, it’s so big!”

Toni worries a hickey into her skin, and waits a few seconds before pulling it out and gently pushing it back in slowly. She uses her other hand to reach up and splay over Penny’s stomach. “You’re taking it so good, baby. Being such a good girl for me. You’re taking everything I give you, aren’t you? Just to make me happy, right? So good for me, listening to all of my directions. Keeping your hands up there, keeping your eyes shut tight. You’re such a beautiful, good girl for me.”

Penny whines at the praise, clenching around the toy. Her legs are shaking with the effort of keeping still, the muscles jumping under the skin. A thin layer of sweat has started to build on her skin, and Toni licks away a bit from her thigh. “Please, Toni, I want to see now. Please?”

Toni hums in thought, before twisting the toy again. Now Penny can feel a small nub on the base, which rubs into her clit when Toni pushes it as deep as possible. “Open those pretty eyes for me, then,” Toni whispers into Penny’s thigh.

Penny does, blinking away the light before her eyes snap down to her girlfriend. She almost comes on the spot. Toni is so fucking beautiful right now, with her lips skating over Penny’s skin and eyes alight with lust. The toy is an offending neon shade of pink, but Penny doesn’t care; not when it rubs into her clit and against her spot at the same time. 

Further up her body, Penny finds the nipple clamps snug against her chest. They look so pretty there, and Penny has to admire the way her tits look when they’re decorated like this. She used to be self-conscious of the way they looked, how small they were compared to everyone else her age. 

Toni has done a fantastic job of literally fucking the insecurity out of her.

“Fuck, Toni, I’m so close,” she whines, flicking her eyes back to Toni’s. Toni grins feral back at her, moving the toy out just enough that it’s no longer against Penny’s clit and causing the younger to cry out in complaint. 

“Yeah?” Toni asks, her thumb moving along the bottom of the toy. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” She flips some switch and the toy starts to vibrate. 

Penny’s eyes roll into the back of her head as Toni fucks the toy into her again, and the vibrations are directly on her clit and against her spot. Her chest starts to heave, and it pulls at the clamps, but it only makes it better. She’s never felt so much at once in her whole life, and her whole body is on fire with the blazing lust it all causes. “Toni!” She cries out, and whines when Toni pulls the toy almost all the way out.

Toni hums and sucks another mark on the inside of Penny’s thigh. “Do it, my love. Come for me.” As she says this, she shoves the toy hard and fast as deep as it will go, causing the vibrations to be exactly where Penny wants. Her mouth latches onto Penny’s thigh, sucking another bruise, and her free hand goes up to gently yank on the chain connecting the clamps.

Penny doesn’t remember what happens after that; the pleasure over takes her, the fire spreading all over her body and imploding from her core out. Her pussy clenches rapidly around the truly giant toy, and her breath stops in her chest. Her vision whites out, and she’s pretty sure she hears herself rip the pillows under her grip. 

When she comes back to herself, her pussy is still randomly clenching around the toy despite it being turned off and dragged half out of her. There’s an undeniable wet spot under her ass, and Penny would be embarrassed that she squirted if Toni wasn’t looking up at her with an awed expression and eyes completely black with lust. 

“Fuck,” Toni whispers, pulling teh toy out and throwing it on the other side of the bed. She gently pulls the clamps off, discarding those as well, before devouring Penny’s mouth in a starving kiss. 

Penny whines into it, wrapping her legs around Toni’s hips and her arms around her shoulders. She gasps for air as Toni pulls away to bite and lick at her neck. “Fuck, Toni, please! Please, let me touch you.”

Toni pulls back, chest heaving. Penny’s eyes are drawn to the beautiful way her tits sway with the motion, still covered by her red bra; which Penny is only just now seeing as she had been forcing herself to keep her eyes closed the whole time. Her eyes snap back up to Toni’s face when she starts talking. “Touch me,” she commands.

Penny grins and moves her hands down to grope at Toni’s chest through the bra, eyes glazing over as her thumbs rub the nipples through the fabric. She allows herself to keep playing with one handful, while the other sneaks down Toni’s body and slips under the waistline over her matching panties. “Come here,” she whispers the request, and Toni moves up Penny’s body.

Penny sighs happily, moving her hand away from Toni’s bra to grope at her ass instead, making Toni groan in appreciation. Penny moves two fingers easily in and out of Toni’s pussy, elated by how wet she is just from watching Penny. She uses the heel of her hand to rub into Toni’s clit as she does, leaning up to capture Toni’s lips again.

It takes a surprisingly short amount of time to make Toni fall apart, and her chest falls to Penny’s as the orgasm overtakes her. Penny moans at the sight, keeping her fingers scissoring Toni apart and her hand rubbing Toni’s clit through the after-shocks. 

Toni finally lets her hips fall, and Penny gently removes her hand from Toni’s panties to grope at her ass with both hands. She waits for Toni to look up before moving her fingers to her mouth and sucking Toni’s wetness off of them.

“Fuck,” Toni hisses, pushing Penny’s fingers away and reclaiming her lips. 

Penny hums happily when they pull apart, loving the weight of Toni pressing her into the bed. “That was very, very good,” Penny whispers, making Toni grin happily. 

“Just wait until you see my other boxes,” she teases, and Penny bites her lip. It’s going to be a long night, she’s decided.

~

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StarkerFestivals Omegaverse Prompts

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

Duration: March 2024

Rules:

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

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

Tags: #SFOmegaverse24

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Prompts:

Heats / Ruts

Bonding

Nesting

Presenting

Courting

Top Omegas

Mating Run