#a/b/o!starker

[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..."

[babybatscreationsv2]

a/b/o starker?

Ew | Not for me | Nah | It's fine | Not bad | Yes please | That's my SHIT

A/b/o is such a good excuse to write the nastiest most vile power inbalance and I live for that

These Avengers meetings were the worst. The scent in the room was dripping with alpha as they all tried to out do each other. At least Peter didn't suffer alone. Clint and Bruce were also tucked into their chairs like they wanted to melt into them.

When the meeting finally ended there was relief. Tony came and peeled him out of his seat, offering his arm like a gentleman, but once they were in the lab, he teeth were on his neck. He bit into his skin, growling, refusing to let go even as he strugged to get both of their pants off.

Peter squealed, hands scrambling against the wall, as Tony's cock was stuffed into his slick hole way too fast. The alpha took it as an escape attempt and grabbed both of his arms, pulling him back and fucking him deep as his knot rapidly swelled. It wasn't until they were locked together that he started to calm and he kissed the angry red marks on Peter's neck.

[captshipper]

A/B/O starkercest but Peter's an alpha & Tony's an omega

[greekgeek24]

A Sneak Peek of Honest's Next Chapter

I'm hard at work with Honest's next chapter. I am doing my best to keep the chapters around the same length, so that's why it's taking me so much time to write the next chapter. I am excited to introduce new characters and get further into the story! <3

A quiet giggle drew his concentration from his equations. Peering out the door, Peter found a small boy playing with an even smaller robot. 

Blinking, trying to see if he were imagining the small child, Peter asked. “Uh, kid? Are you supposed to be here?”

The little boy looked up at him with big brown eyes and exclaimed. “You is a strange-ah! Strange-ah danger-ah!”

“Hey, it’s alright,” Peter said softly, allowing his Omega pheromones out. The pup calmed down almost immediately. “I’m Peter. What’s your name?” 

“Harley,” the little boy said shyly. 

“Where are your parents?” Peter asked. 

“I dunno.” The little boy shrugged. “Mommy left. Daddy’s at work.”

“And they just left you alone?” Peter asked. “Don’t you have a babysitter?”

Harley pointed up at the ceiling. “I’ve got Jar Jar.” 

“Jarvis, do you know where the kid belongs?” Peter asked. 

“Indeed. Master Harley is supposed to be in the playroom, but he wandered off.”

“I was playing with Wallee!” Harley exclaimed, waving his toy robot around. It whistled a confirmation. 

God, he’s adorable, Peter thought. He wondered if his pups would be anything like this when they were older. “Well, let’s get you back. I’m sure your parents are worried.”

Harley grabbed Peter’s hand. “Daddy’s busy all the time.”

“That must be hard,” Peter said softly. “What about your mom?”

“She left.” Harley shrugged. He clearly didn’t have the words to express what he was feeling. “It’s just me and Daddy.”

“It was just me and my aunt for a long time,�� Peter said. “Jarvis, can you take us where we need to go?”

“Of course, Mr. Parker. The elevator is on its way,” Jarvis said almost gleefully. Wallee would get an extra helping of oil for how wonderfully he had carried out Jarvis’ plan. 

Peter and Harley stepped into the elevator, and Jarvis directed it exactly where to go. 

[stunnedstarker]

Woo-hoo!! I finally got up the courage to post the fist three chapters of this fic, just in time for @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo! I probably won’t make a bingo or even post anything else what with work and my (5-year!) anniversary coming up, but it was really fun working the prompts in and it definitely helped motivate me to create! Can’t wait until next year! 💕

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Updated as of 25 April 2024

Reader Fics

Right Now, Take Me Down (I Let You In) Tony Stark/Female Reader – Mature, Complete

Tony snoops through your phone and discovers some uh, fantasies and desires you’ve been keeping hidden. He takes it upon himself to make those fantasies and desires a reality, thanks to his amazing nanotechnology and trusted AI.  (A/B/O Roleplay)

Til the Veins Start to Shiver Bruce Banner/Female Reader – Mature, Complete

You decide to tease Bruce with some provocative photos while he's working. Bruce decides to tease you right back, and then some.  (Light Dom/Sub)

A Little Evening Break Stephen Strange/Female Reader – Mature, Complete

The Reader isn’t quick to comply with Stephen’s instructions and he gives her a hard time.

There’s Only Butterflies (Take Me Away) Stephen Strange/Reader, Strange Supreme/Reader, Defender Strange/Reader, Supreme Strange/Reader, Sinister Strange/Reader – Mature, Complete

It’s a pocket-dimension full of sunshine, with love that’s all theirs.

A Sweet Escape (To Better Days) Stephen Strange/Reader, Strange Supreme/Reader, Defender Strange/Reader, Supreme Strange/Reader, Sinister Strange/Reader – Mature, Complete

While it at first it weighed heavily on her, the knowledge that five of the most powerful beings in the multiverse were with her instead of protecting all of reality, she couldn’t deny the thrill that also came with that. The universe truly revolved around her. Her loves revolved around her and everything she was, she had, she did was for them in return.

Sometimes It Hurts Instead

Stephen/Reader (unrequited), Stephen/Clea, Reader/Reader's Husband - Teen, Complete

You see that the man you'd once had feelings for has moved on. You're not sure how to feel.

Waiting for the sun to be rising

Stephen/Chronically Ill!Reader - Mature, Complete

After a wild romp, you relax with Stephen and contemplate your relationship, reassuring him that regardless of what he does (or doesn’t) say you know exactly how he feels about you.

With a little peace and some harmony

Stephen/Chronically Ill!Reader - Teen, Complete

You’re sick and thanks to a weakened immune system, having a hard time resting and fighting it off. It’s absolutely miserable but lucky for you, Stephen is more than willing to step into the role of caretaker and help you feel better.

 Starker Fics (Tony Stark/Peter Parker)

Please note that Peter is an adult in all of these.

This is What You Came For Mature, Complete

Mr. Stark has had enough of what he considers to be Peter's not-so-subtle hints that he wants to get f*cked. He decides to teach Peter a lesson.

An Absolutely Peerless Cure Dark!Tony – Mature, Complete

When Peter gets the hiccups while on patrol, Tony takes it upon himself to help rid him of the pesky problem. Sure, that Wikipedia article could be absolute horseshit, and sure, Dr. Strange had been tipsy when he agreed with it, but it's a risk Tony's willing to take in his quest to draw Peter closer to him.

…And Many More Mature, Complete

Tony has a surprise for Peter's birthday, putting a true Tony Stark spin on a long-standing wish that Peter's had. Because whether he's giving or receiving, Tony is always in charge. Not that Peter's complaining.

(Just to See How It Feels) Mature, Complete

It's late. Peter's tired and wants to sleep because he has a big exam in the morning. Tony's horny. So maybe he can convince Peter to let him put in just the tip. (It's never just the tip.)

Getting the Best Mature, Complete

Peter Benjamin Parker is a genius. A once-in-a-lifetime type of genius.

And the little prick has the nerve to be undecided, even with the promise of a full-ride to MIT.

Even Saints Into Savages Mature, Complete

The mission was supposed to be a cake walk. Get in, get the stupid mystic alien amulet, get home. So, they figured it was safe enough to bring Peter along. Only Rocket assumes something, and that assumption leads to an awkward situation for everyone involved. Tony'll do whatever it takes to save Peter. If only he didn't know that he'd enjoy it so damn much. (Aliens Made Them Do It)

Back to Where You’ve Never Been Mature, Work in Progress

In an alternate reality, Peter Parker is living out his dream of being Spider-Man and working as an intern for Stark Industries (and the Avengers!) under his hero, Tony Stark, before heading off to college.  For the most part, it's incredible.  Okay, the Avengers treat him like he's still a child, and Mr. Stark's not exactly the friendliest mentor. But still, it's good.

Except that recently, Mr. Stark's been in the worst mood and Peter finds himself the unwitting focus of the man's ire.  He tries to keep his spirits up and tell himself that it's not personal, that anyone in the lab would be a target, but when Mr. Stark kicks him out, Peter knows he's done.

Then he finds himself falling for what feels like an eternity before returning to New York.  Only it's not his New York City and the Iron Man he ends up fighting alongside is definitely not his Iron Man.  Anthony Stark is kind of perfect.  The Other Avengers are kind of perfect.  Everyone here seems to love him.  And when he and Anthony are tapped by Dr. Strange to help seal the rift between realities, Peter finds himself wondering if he was supposed to be in the reality with Anthony all along.  (AU of an AU)

Updated with Chapter 14 on 02 January 2024

SpiderStrange Fics (Peter Parker/Stephen Strange)

Please note that Peter is an adult in all of these.

One in Fourteen Million, Six Hundred and Five Dark-ish!Stephen – Mature, Complete

Stephen doesn't have time to admire Peter as much as he'd like, given that they're trying to stop total Armageddon. This is the fate of the universe at stake; his attraction doesn't really have a place here. But even still...

("Oh, we're using our made-up names? Ok, I'm Spider-Man.")

Something about this stupidly brave and chatty guy intrigues him.

Now That I’ve Found You (I Won’t Let You Go) Dark!Stephen – Mature, Complete

All Stephen wants is for Peter Parker to be happy and safe... with him. When Peter rejects Stephen? Stephen doesn't take it very well. He'll just have to ensure that Peter realizes that Stephen is his future.

Only Of What’s Mine Mature, Complete

Peter wasn't expecting to find an Alpha so soon after turning 18. After all, many Omegas don't bond with an Alpha at all until they're in their mid-20s at least. But after everything on Titan and the Snap and then the Blip and Mr. Stark nearly killing himself to destroy Thanos once and for all, Stephen had taken an interest in Peter. And Peter, god help him, was just as taken with the Alpha. (A/B/O AU)

The (It’s Not Sex Pollen!) Powder of Prana Mature, Complete

Stephen warns Peter to be careful while exploring the Sanctum. Peter, naturally, doesn't listen. The Powder of Prana goes flying. And now Stephen finds himself the only person Peter trusts to keep him from dying. With sex. (Sex Pollen AU)

Private Practice Mature, Complete

Peter Parker's appointment with Dr. Strange doesn't go as he'd planned when the good doctor prescribes a certain medical procedure. (Medical Kink/Medical Play)

Yours to Break (But Always Mend) Mature, Complete

Peter’s tears had long since stopped, replaced by weak, hitched sobs sometime after what might have been the sixth or seventh blow. He couldn’t remember why snapping back at Stephen like a brat had seemed like a good idea. He couldn’t remember why breaking the rules in the first place - starting all of this - had seemed like a good idea. (Dom/Sub)

I Know the Storms Will Always Come (But I Still Love to Have You Around) Mature, WIP

After Endgame, Stephen returns from another dimension to find Peter's life threatened by Quentin Beck's schemes. He undoes the damage and takes a struggling Peter into his care.

Peter needs time and a safe place to rebuild himself; Stephen's happy to provide that, even as he works to push aside the feelings he has. It's a tricky line to walk, setting boundaries and structure for Peter while imagining those same things in a very different context.

As Peter begins to come back to his usual self, personalities and wills clash, occasionally helped along by a certain Witch and a perpetually amused and exasperated Librarian. And Stephen finds that he can't plan for everything.

These Inconvenient Fireworks Mature, WIP

After a battle, Mr. Stark crosses a line with Peter. Peter, tired of being on the receiving end of Mr. Stark's anger, asks Stephen - who's witnessed everything - to take him away. In doing so, Stephen starts down a path with Peter he didn't see coming.

Alternatively: Peter's heart gets broken and Stephen helps put it back together.

Updated 23 Sep 2023

It’s All Routine Mature, Complete

Peter Parker is back at Dr. Strange's office for a physical required by his upcoming internship. He's hoping it will be quick and easy, but when Dr. Strange finds out that he hasn't had a physical since he was a young child, his hopes are dashed. Dr. Strange intends to be very thorough. (Medical Kink/Medical Play)

You Kiss Your Sorcerer With That Mouth? Mature, Complete

During a mission, Spider-Man lets some choice words for Dr. Doom slip. Stephen's less than pleased at Peter's disregard for how he's supposed to conduct himself as Spider-Man when he's in the public eye. He gives Peter some time to think about what he's done, and has a creative way to ensure Peter thinks twice before doing it again. (Domestic Discipline)

Help Me Up, Let’s Keep On Running Mature, Complete

Peter and Stephen have several rules set up in their dynamic. The two biggest? That Peter will look after his health and well-being, and that they will always be honest with each other.  

Peter manages to break both of them in one fell swoop, and Stephen is none too pleased.

Discussions are had, actions lead to consequences, and Peter emerges from the experience secure in the knowledge that Stephen will do whatever it takes to make sure he's cared for and loved. (Domestic Discipline)

I Can See The Man That I Fell For Fighting Mature, Complete

It was supposed to be a quick in and out job. Just into the study to grab his book he’d left in there by accident the night before, and then out before Stephen even knew he was up and about. Harmless.

It wasn’t his fault that Cloak decided it needed to follow him around like some overly nosy puppy. Or that Cloak decided it needed to join him in the study as he looked for his book. Or that Cloak had decided to apparently “guard” something in the study in way that just screamed suspicious and naturally piqued Peter’s curiosity.

In and out, no harm done.

But when it became clear that Peter was overstaying his welcome in the space, Cloak had also felt the need to snitch.

He’d really, really fucked up. (Domestic Discipline)

This Back's Not Going to Break So Easily - Part 1 of 2, This Back’s Not Going to Break So Easily - Part 2 of 2

Mature, Complete

When Peter comes to Stephen upset and insisting he needs to be punished, Stephen knows something's wrong. Given a chance to calm down and feel safe, Peter explains what happened while he was at the Tower working in the labs and interrupted by Harley. Stephen reassures Peter that he did nothing wrong and does his best to comfort him.

Also featured: Stephen confronting Tony and Harley like a boss, Peter and Stephen's love, trust, and mutual respect for each other, lots of fluffy/dirty teasing, and pizza. (Domestic Discipline)

And I Let the Knots of Time Come Undone Mature, Complete

After breaking one of their established rules, Stephen finds himself at Peter's service for the day. Tasked with his least favorite chores, Stephen tries to maintain his sanity and make it through, all while reluctantly admitting to himself that all things considered, he's getting off easy.

If only he could get rid of that damn bell... (Domestic Discipline)

Our Road Gets Better With Every Bend Mature, Complete

Peter's getting ready for his junior year at Columbia. But before he goes back to school, there's the matter of his 21st birthday to deal with. Which is inevitably going to affect The Rules he and Stephen have. And what should be a nice night out for Peter's birthday takes a bit of a detour when a former acquaintance from Peter's freshman year unexpectedly runs into the happy couple.

Stephen's not jealous. No, not one bit. (Domestic Discipline)

Maybe If I Hold You Close, Baby We Could Just Let Go Teen, Complete

While the idea of accompanying Stephen to the high-brow fundraisers and charity galas seemed glamorous at first, Peter found the reality turned out to be much more disappointing. Everyone looks down their nose at him; people are forever swarming Stephen and flirting with him; and Peter usually finds himself alone, bored, counting the time until they can leave. However, he keeps attending in the hopes that he'll finally get a chance to dance with Stephen like he'd imagined.

One night he gets to dance with a surprising friend, which may finally lead to a bit of happiness at the damned events going forward.

Or Stephen might take issue, if another friend doesn’t take it upon herself to give him a clue. (Domestic Discipline)

I'm Counting On A New Beginning, A Reason For Living Mature, Complete

Peter's been in a bad mood and his recent stretch of bad luck isn't helping matters. Stephen hasn't been able to get through to him, and even when Peter takes his punishments for acting out, something's off. Worried about his partner, Stephen tries to think of what it is he might have done wrong. Upset, Peter pulls away.

It takes a bad set of prototype arrows, saving someone's life, a friend snitching, a stern Dr. Palmer taking control of a situation, a very un-teamlike spying session, and an uncomfortable discussion or two before Stephen and Peter are back on the same page. (Domestic Discipline)

Man, What Are You Doing Here? Mature, Complete

He only had one final left to take... and then he was done with everything until the fall semester of his final year as an undergraduate. Since his final wasn’t until Thursday afternoon, he didn’t see the harm in going out with some friends to celebrate and cute loose on Tuesday evening.

Would he have chosen a bar? No. He wasn’t supposed to drink on school nights and honestly, he preferred going to the movies or a show. But he was in college and honestly, it wasn’t like it needed to be a big deal.

And it wasn’t like Stephen needed to know. (Domestic Discipline)

Cold Comes From the East Side (Ch. 1)(Ch. 2)(Ch. 3) Mature, WIP

Peter breaks one of the rules in a spectacular way and suffers the consequences. It's rare for Stephen to actually be angry with him, but given the circumstances, Peter supposes the anger is more than earned. It's a hell of a situation for the pair of them and Peter wonders if they'll actually make it through. (Domestic Discipline)

Published Chapter 3 on 14 August 2023

Goodbye Grey Sky, Hello Blue Mature, WIP

In an alternate universe where trains and zeppelins are still common forms of travel and the internet and cell phones exist, Peter Parker has few options left after he's swindled out of his inheritance. Unable to pay for college, let alone keep the house left to him by his deceased aunt, he's running out of time before he's out on the streets. Desperate, Peter signs his life over to the Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections to take his chances as the selected husband of a complete stranger. After all, he only has to make it through a year and then he can choose to annul.

Dr. Stephen Strange has little interest in marriage, preferring to focus on his career. When his career is threatened by what a nosy board of directors considers a "lack of personal fulfillment and settling down," he opts to select a spouse through the BCSS and chooses Peter Parker. The young man's profile suggests intelligence and compatibility. It's not ideal, but if after a year it's not working out, he can always annul the marriage and send Peter on his way.

It's a marriage neither truly wants, with sharp learning curves for both. It's either going to be forever or it's going to go down in flames. (Domestic Discipline, 1950s-Modern Fusion AU)

Updated with Chapter 34 on 25 April 2024

Nevertheless, Recover Mature, Complete

Peter finds himself once again in Dr. Strange's office, hoping to find a reason and a cure for his latest ailment.  He's come to the right place, since Dr. Strange will do everything it takes to diagnose and treat Peter. Hopefully, Peter will survive the embarrassment. (Medical Kink/Medical Play)

Doctor 13 Fics (Christine Palmer/Sharon Carter)

Baby, You Don't Gotta Fight Mature, WIP

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7

Dr. Christine Palmer is just living her life, content in her job as a trauma surgeon and happily moonlighting as Peter Parker's general physician at her old friend Stephen's request.

One evening as she finishes up examining Peter, she encounters the force of nature that's Sharon Carter, who seems to have a reckless streak a mile wide.

She's not sure what to make of the spy-turned-Avenger, but she can tell Sharon's hurting, and Christine's healing nature won't be ignored.

Iron 13 Fics (Tony Stark/Sharon Carter)

Feels So Right, Can’t be Wrong Teen, WIP

Prologue | Yellow Tulip | Blue Salvia | Yellow Narcissus | Red Morning Glory

The setting: Sanctum General Hospital in Sanctum Heights, New Amsterdam

Starring: Sharon Carter - former Central Security Bureau operative, Selecting Spouse in a horrifically failed Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections marriage, patient AND Anthony Edward "Tony" Stark - owner and CEO of Stark Industries, Futurist determined to rebuild a world his father built weapons to destroy, love interest

With Appearances by:  Nurse Wong, Orderly Rintrah, and Billy the Admin

And Featuring Doctor Stephen Strange as "the Surgeon"

Or, "Five Dates Tony and Sharon Had in Her Hospital Room and One They Had After She Was Discharged"

Updated 23 November 2023

The Phoenix Protocol Mature, WIP

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

No one else but Tony thought anything was off about Sharon. Investigating on his own, he discovered and brought down her Skrull impersonator and when he found the real Sharon near death, he made a choice that would change both of their lives.

MISC

This is What I Brought You, This You Can Keep

Stephen Strange/Clea Strange/Peter Parker - Mature, Complete

...who is he to deny the woman he loves - the woman who has seen into his soul with all its trials, agony, and dreams and loves him because of it! - who is he to deny her anything she desires?

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[0nelittlebirdtoldme]

Inspired by this fantastic a/b/o Starker fic (hey, don't knock it till you try it) i decided to add this rather fitting tag to TGN

[mthofferings2023]

Ginevra Benci

See Ginevra Benci’s existing works here.

Preferred contact methods: Discord: ginbenci Tumblr: ginbenci

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!

  -- Fic or Other Writing --

Auction ID: 1137

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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-- Fic or Other Writing --

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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Happy V day, baby! ❤💋 Here's a WIP I've been working on for a bit that my boy @pretty-bratty has been eagerly waiting for. So Happy Valentine's Day, puppy love 😘 It's not done yet by any means, I'm realizing just how long this fic will actually be... but here is the first part for now.

(I'll probably beta it and put it up on A03 later on as well)

Enjoy~

"Make You Mine"

[Starker A/B/O verse - dom/sub, older/(very)younger dynamic, implied grooming] If you don't like - don't read.

"Show me how much you want to be mine, sweetheart. Make me believe your little whimpers of want are genuine. Tell me why you deserve to be mine and only mine." Tony's voice is tires on gravel. Firewood burning into embers. His fingers grip the small boy's chin. Keeping his whiskey eyes on him. Watching every little emotion flick across the boy's sweet face. 

He would hide in the darkened hallway having snuck out of his room just to listen to Mr. Stark talk about the "good old days" for hours over drinks with Uncle Ben. He had sat across from him during Aunt May's dinners a few times a month. Saw him for every holiday, every weekend, every birthday. Mr. Stark was a figure in Peter's life for as long as he could remember. 

Peter, who is down on his knees in front of his alpha (not officially his yet, but he will be), whines as he stares up at the man. Eyes wide as he pleads for something he doesn't fully understand yet. Begs to belong to this man that he's watched from behind his uncle's rules for years...

However, Peter was made to keep his distance. Being an omega, especially being the only one in their house, he was forced into acknowledging the hypersexualization placed upon him. Ben made sure he understood the importance of listening when he was told to leave. He wasn't told explicitly why, but he was told it was for his safety. 

When he was younger, it was a curse. Whenever he became excited or happy, his pheromones would cause the alphas present to become distracted. Aunt May and Uncle Ben never could smell him properly, probably due to blood relations. But Mr. Stark could and would always be the one to suggest he be removed. After a few incidents, Mr. Stark would just get up and place a hand on his shoulder, fingers firmly gripping him and walk him to his bedroom. Peter's eyes would well up with tears, and his small voice would whisper, "I just wanted to be with everyone." 

Mr. Stark would get down on a knee and look over the little omega. His warm eyes looked caring and genuine when he'd reassure the pup and tell him, "It's for your own safety, Petey. It's not that we don't want you there. We all do. You'll understand when you're older." If Peter wasn't consoled by words alone, Mr. Stark would pull him into a hug for a few moments. Gripping tight around his small frame, and his breath tickled Peter's neck as he breathed him in. Those were Peter's favorite memories when he thought back to them. 

As Peter became a bit older, his sugar cookie scent of a child omega turned into more honey and vanilla. It wasn't his mature omega scent yet, but it was more alluring than ever before. Those secret hugs would run longer, and Mr. Stark's nose would now press against Peter's skin. He didn't have to get onto a knee anymore because Peter was tall enough to reach his waist. Sometimes, the alpha would quietly purr to the omega, "it's not you, sweetheart. We want you to stay. It's instincts. They're hard to push down." And Peter would quietly ask through the tears, "you really wanted me to stay?" Mr. Stark would scent off something comforting to console the omega- "Me more than anyone, Petey. Promise." 

The parties and get-togethers became smaller and less frequent after that. Uncle Ben would go out more than host in due to Peter's safety. Only a few alphas would still come to visit, Mr. Stark being the guarantee. He was Ben's best friend after all... Peter had nothing to do with it. At least, that's what he told himself. 

Even though Mr. Stark wouldn't push him away when he hugged him hello or when sat on his lap, despite being older now. It's something Peter started doing a while ago as a child when Mr. Stark came to visit; arriving before Ben got out of work.

Stark had proven to be safe and caring for Peter at that point. Even Aunt May felt comfortable leaving the omega with him for short periods of time. Like when she was in the kitchen cooking and Peter and him were in the living room. His hand firmly on Peter's thigh as the young omega excitedly told him about his school day. The omega's scent warmed more and more as Mr. Stark commented on certain things Peter said. 

Then there came a time when Peter was older, still sitting on the man's lap after school during what came to be their "personal time". Mr. Stark told him "you're such a smart little boy, aren't you, Petey?" He froze. His face flushed red, and his scent bloomed into something buttery and sweet. Like honey covered waffles. Sweet and savory... Mr. Stark's grip started to burn his thigh. At some point, his other hand made a trip to Peter's other leg. Holding him just as tight... and his face was buried in Peter's hair, smelling him. Breathing him in deeply with a rumble somewhere deep in his chest and a growl in his throat. It made Peter feel funny, but he just sank into the warmth of Mr. Stark's chest. 

"Petey, sweetheart." Mr. Stark's voice was deeper than usual, Peter thought. His eyes closed as he tucked himself more into the alpha's warmth. "Peter." A chill shot through the young boy that time, and he whimpered. He blinked and looked up at the alpha. His eyes seemed darker to the dazed omega. But the man smiled gently to him, "Oh Petey, my sweet honeysuckle," he cooed at the boy. "Let’s get you to bed, hm?" 

Tony lifted Peter from the couch and carried him up the stairs to his room. "Thank you, sir." Peter whispered sleepily against the alpha's neck. He enjoyed resting his head on the man when Mr. Stark would hug him. It always felt safe and smelt good. Mr. Stark always smelt good. Smelt even better lately... 

Tony shivered at the boy's words as he laid him down onto the bed. Leaned over him longer than necessary, and rubbed his nose and cheek over the boy's neck. 

He's watched this child grow into the young teenager he is. If thirteen is really to be considered a teenager... he's had the opportunity to be here to see all his firsts, but his first drop wasn't something he thought he'd have the pleasure to witness. 

Although, he'd be lying to himself if he said there wasn't always a glimmer of hope. Ever since the child first presented and had that sweet giddy smell of sugar, Tony was protective of him, to say the least. But once puberty started and sugar turned to honey, his instincts kicked into overdrive. 

Tony would be the one to offer to host the guys over his place or rent out a bar for the night. Anything to keep the sweet smell of Peter to himself. Away from the barbaric alphas, he and Ben call friends. After all, Peter has always shown a special interest in him and only him. Would sneak out of bed just to watch him. Would blink up at him with those big, beautiful fawn eyes. Would hold him so tight with those little hands when he'd hug him.

The little omega would even unknowingly press into his touches when he'd pat his head or wipe his tears away... Peter is and has always been his, the way Tony saw it. So rightfully, it was him that brought the pup into his first drop. 

Not long after the alpha put Peter to bed, he heard the door downstairs close; signaling that Ben was home. "Petey, darling, I need to go downstairs now. You're safe. Just sleep for a bit. Okay?" Tony undid the buttons on his own shirt and took it off just so he could take his undershirt off. Peter seemed to be knocked out right now, but Tony wanted to make sure the omega didn't sour without an alpha's scent nearby. He left his undershirt draped over the pup's chest. 

When the pup came to, it was darker out, and he was in his room. He sighed and welcomed the strong familiar scent around him. He blinked the drowsiness away and realized where the scent was coming from. "Mr. Stark's shirt...?" He blinked at it for a moment before instinctively pressing it to his face, breathing in deeply. Then he laid it across his pillow and curled up around it. 

He whimpered and sighed in contentment. It was so good, whatever "it" was that was taking over him. He needed more of it though. More of what, though, he didn't know that either... but his body was craving it. His body understood whatever his brain didn't. 

There was a clatter of plates, and a moment later, Mr. Stark was in the omega's bedroom again. "Pete? Hey, Petey, sweetheart?" Mr. Stark cooed as he went and kneeled beside Peter's bed. His large, warm hand rested on the little omega's side, and the pup whined and whimpered. "Shhh, it's okay, Pete. I'm here." Peter whined louder, more distraught. "Oh baby, please look at me, sweetheart. I'm right here." Mr. Stark's voice was deep again, and it made Peter shiver and look at the Alpha. 

"Alpha?" Peter whispered, making grabby hands. "Need!" He whines. "Hurts!" His child-like innocence bleeding through, asking for what his instincts are screaming for, despite his keepers being in the room with them now. 

"I know sweet little omega, it hurts but it'll calm down soon. You're safe." Mr. Stark tried to comfort the small pup. One hand under his head and the other on his side, slowly dragging lower to rub the poor pup's tummy. 

Aunt May gasped and went to her nephew, but he recoiled from her touch. They understood immediately then that the little omega was going into a pre-heat. 

"Tony." Peter heard Uncle Ben's voice like he had never heard it before. Peter's eyes were closed again, but he could hear Mr. Stark's breathing changed, and he smelt like fire and the whiskey he always drank. Peter shivered and gasped. He reached his arm out, trying to touch the alpha. But his uncle's voice shot out like a bullet again. "Tony. Stand down." It sounded like something from one of his war stories to Peter's ears. 

Mr. Stark growled, and to Peter's dismay, he turned from him and went to Uncle Ben, who stood in the door way. "We both know what happens, Ben. Do you really want him to go through this unguided?" Tony tried to keep his voice neutral for Peter's sake. 

"May will keep him company. He's too young to keep company with an alpha." Ben asserted. 

"Ben. You know I won't hurt him. For fucks sake I've been keeping him safe the past nine years." Mr. Stark's growl peaked through in desperation. Having a distressed omega mere feet away, especially his little honeysuckle, who's crying with need.

"Please." Peter's voice broke the argument up. He sounded desperate and in pain. "Don't understand what's going on," he cried. 

Aunt May wasn't having it. "Benjamin Franklin Parker. You let him help my boy, damnit!" Mr. Stark smirked in victory and thanked Aunt May as he passed her. 

"May, ice water and a fever breaker if you have any." Mr. Stark told her as he lifted Peter up onto his chest as he slinked into his bed with him. She nodded with a dutiful look on her and left the room on a mission. Thankfully she pulled Uncle Ben along with her. "I'm here, baby. I got you. You can let go, little omega." Mr. Stark hushed and cooed at him.

"Ah- alpha, please." Peter shivered and plastered himself to the man and all his warmth as he shook. He could barely think straight. He didn't know what was happening to him but what he did know was that he needed Mr. Stark to hold him more. Needed him to keep calling him baby and omega. Everything inside him begged for it. Begged for- water. 

"Alpha. Thirsty…" he whined. 

"I know baby boy, your aunt May will be back soon." Mr. Stark ran his fingers up and down Peter's body. Through his hair and down his neck and shoulder, down his arms and back up. Peter sighed in relief, his scent changing back to that sweet honey nectar. "That's my boy. So perfect." Mr. Stark praised him. Sending a shiver through the omega again. 

May came back with the water and handed it to Tony with some pills. "No funny business. Don't break my trust, Tones." She warned him before leaving again to calm Ben down. He nodded. He knew better than to get on her bad side.

"Puppy, can you drink for me?" 

"Mmhmm" Peter picked his head up looking up at the man and opened his mouth. Mr. Stark held the glass to his lips, watching him. He swallowed some but most of it was spilling down his chin and he whined. "Alpha… all wet." He pouted 

Mr. Stark smirked and bit back a laugh. "You have no idea just how much I wish that was true." He mumbled to himself and Peter furrowed his brow not understanding. He shook his head and took a sip of water from Peter's glass, and Peter's looked offended and huffed for a second before Mr. Stark's large hand was bracing soft brown curls and holding the omega still as he leaned in and kissed him. Peter squeaked then moaned into it, swallowing the cool water. 

Peter's fist was tight, gripping at the older man's shirt when they parted. Mr. Stark's eyes were dark again like early and that scent of fire burned stronger. The little omega was panting, trying to catch his breath. He wanted another kiss from Mr. Stark. He's seen his aunt and uncle kiss before but he can't imagine that they feel what he just felt. "More, please. Thirsty, Alpha."  The pup opened his mouth eagerly and Mr. Stark groaned at the view. He's just an alpha, just a man… and a beautiful little omega begging with his mouth open, that's a sight the simple man could get used to. 

He took the water into his mouth again and the eager pup squeaked with joy. The alpha purred deep in his chest as leaned in once more to water his little honeysuckle. Peter sucked it down and moved forward to make the feel last. The plush feel of lips against his was everything, but then Mr. Stark pulled away. The room filled with the tantalizing smell of honey, butter and wood burning. The man felt imself getting hard under the weight of the little omega. Instincts. But The man could only believe his own bullshit for so long. This wasn't just instincts, it was pure unadulterated want. 

"Petey, baby, I need you to be a good boy for me. Can you do that?" Mr. Stark asked him with a husky voice. 

The boy nodded up at him. "Yes, alpha." He chirped. Mr. Stark groaned and used all his strength to not hit himself over the head for getting himself into this situation.

"Good boy." The alpha praised the pup which ignited another wave of honey from the omega. The man was near drunk on it already, he has to be more careful with his words. "Petey, puppy, need you to try and relax for me. Think you can do that? Remember how we talked about it when you were younger? Alpha's instincts are hard to push down. And right now my instincts are telling me to do some things I really can't do to you, baby boy." 

He spoke softly to the boy, not wanting to startle him, but his voice was dry and rough. The boy hummed acknowledgement and pushed his head up into Stark's hand that was petting through his hair. "Petey. I need words." He used that voice that made the pup shiver. 

"Yes, alpha. I'll try." He sighed out. "Can you… can you talk to me, Mr. Stark? Please. You've always known how to calm me." Peter added as he tried hard to relax his body. 

"Of course, Petey. I got you." Mr. Stark smirked down at the boy. He really was so good. Obeying his gentle order. The man continued to pet the boy as he was doing earlier. His other hand came to rest on his own chest, near the boy's face. He gently stroked his finger over the boy's chin, accidentally grazing the omega's bottom lip. 

That made the pup open his mouth, as if it was an order, and took the alpha's finger into his mouth to suckle on. The man was about to pull it out but the omega let out such a contented sigh he didn't have the heart to. 

"Do you understand what's going on with you, Petey pie? Why you're feeling this way?" Mr. Stark asked him, the boy gently shook his head no. "You didn't learn about this in school or perhaps some of your friends were talking about it before or your aunt and uncle?" Peter replied in the same manner. Mr. Stark sighed exasperatedly. Disappointed in the school system and honestly in Ben and May. Especially May, she was a nurse. "Okay, baby, it's alright. I'll explain it to you. Do-" 

"Why do you keep calling me 'baby'?" The little omega spoke around the thick finger in his mouth. 

"I- uh, I didn't- do you not like it?" The alpha was caught off guard by the sudden question. If he's being honest, he never thinks about it. Words just spill out of him. 

"No. Like it. Love it." Peter hummed. "But I'm not your baby, am I?" The boy said it innocently, "that's what people call each other when they're dating. Or parents call their kids. Neither of those fit us." It seemed like the omega was starting to come back to himself. Logical and calculative as ever. Smart as a damn whip, but so innocent. 

"I see you got your voice back, hm? Smart as ever Petey. But there are other occasions. I just won't fill your head with it right now. I want to explain what you're going through and I want to know why you don't know about it yet. Think you can manage, pup?" Mr. Stark lifted a brow and waited expectantly. 

Peter pouted around the man's finger still in his mouth. He felt his cheeks heat with embarrassment, not even fully understanding how everything happened, yet remembering everything. But he pulled his head back and the alpha's finger slowly fell from his lips. He went to sit up, despite not waiting to pull away from the comforting smell and cozy warmth. However, Mr. Stark's other hand caught him before he could and held him firmly in place.

"I didn't tell you to move, little omega. I told you to speak." Mr. Stark's voice was firm and Peter didn't dare to argue. 

"Sorry, alpha. I mean Mr. Stark." He peeped out and kept his eyes down. Instincts. That's what Mr. Stark told him. These natural impulses we act on, they're what we've been designed to do. Peter's thoughts were disrupted by a low humming from the man's chest. A comforting purr to help him relax again. Which he did. Then continued with a deep breath- "Uncle Ben never wanted me to attend health classes where we learned about alpha and omega sciences. Nor about sexual education. He said that everything I need to know, my alpha will teach me. That's how it's meant to be" Peter shrugged. 

The older man's eyes were furrowed tightly. He looked confused and angry all at once. Almost scary, but Mr. Stark was never scary like other alphas can be, so Peter still felt safe with him. Despite the sulphuric smell permeating from him. 

The little omega tried to purr the way the older man did to comfort him as well, but the boy wasn't sure how. So he leaned forward and showed his neck to the alpha. He's seen this in movies before. Never understood what it did but alpha's always seemed to like it. And Mr. Stark was no different. He immediately buried his nose into the young omega's neck and inhaled him. His scent gradually started to smell like smoke and then fire again, to Peter's amusement and relief. 

"Where did you learn that?" Mr. Stark rumbled again his skin before pulling back to look at the boy. 

"Saw it in a movie." God, he was so innocent. The alpha just stared in disbelief and awe… hunger nipping deep in his belly.

"Do you understand what you just did, Pete? Why it calms alpha's down?" He asked the boy. Peter shook his head in response and Mr. Stark rolled his eyes. 

"You have an alpha and May is a nurse and you haven't a clue about your own nature? Unbelievable." 

"I'm sorry." Peter muttered and started to draw back as if it was his fault. But the man grabbed him and held him still, held his chin so he the boy couldn't look away. 

"Peter. I wasn't blaming you. None of it is your fault. It was the duty of your  guardian's to teach you before you started to reach mating age. You're perfect, Petey. Don't let anyone every make you believe otherwise. Understood? You're my good boy." Mr. Stark's eyes were as warm as the words he spoke. Peter started feeling a little hazy again. 

"Hey, pup, stay with me. I know you want to go under again but I don't think I can say no a second time." He was being honest with himself and to the boy. The man only had so much willpower in the face of bad choices and he was almost there. "Let’s keep talking, Petey. Ask me questions and I'll answer them. Okay? Anything you're curious about?" 

Peter tried to blink the floaty feeling away. He wanted to be good for Mr. Stark. Wanted to learn everything he could from him. "Uh. Why-" he blinked more and shook his head. "Why is it bad that Uncle Ben wants me to wait to learn from my alpha?"

"Oh, sweetheart. No, don't get me wrong. It's not bad." Mr. Stark put his warm palm against the boy's cheek and Peter nuzzled into it. "It's just a very old school way of thinking. Most of your peers already know all the basics and importances. It's not fair to you, that is my point." The alpha lowered his hand to the boy's neck and gently rubbed there. Peter became all too pliant after that, relaxing into the alpha's touch. He let out a long, desperate whine, not even realizing he did it until it was out of him. He jerked away from the alpha, mortified. 

Mr. Stark smiled and held back a small laugh and guided him back to his chest. "What's going on with me?" The omega pouted. 

"Nothing, Peter. You're absolutely perfect." Mr. Stark sighed out contentedly. 

"Then why am I like this? I- I had your finger in my mouth and wasn't even embarrassed! That's not normal!" Peter complained and buried his head into the warmth of Mr. Stark's side. His head was comfortably contained between Mr. Stark's bicep and his intercostal muscles. It was his new favorite hiding spot. 

"Sweetheart. I have a good feeling that if I was anybody else you wouldn't have gone that far. But it's me, Petey. I've known you since you were three years old. I think I tucked you into this bed more times than Ben has at this point. There's nothing shameful in being comfortable with someone." The alpha tried to comfort the pup. 

"So I'm not gross?" Peter asked, muffled from his hiding place. 

"God. Peter, baby, come here. Of course you're not gross. Why would you think something like that?" Peter whimpered from being pulled from hiding and immediately hid his fave in the crook of Mr. Stark's neck. 

"I don't know." He replied quietly. "Just don't understand what's going on." 

"You're maturing into a sweet little omega, Petey. That's what's going on. You're right around that age where puberty starts. For omegas and alphas, it looks a little different. But in a few more years you'll technically be ready to pair and mate, if that's what you want." He wouldn't admit how the thought filled his throat with bile. But the alpha swallowed it down and continued to speak. "The reason you're feeling this way and doing things you perhaps haven't thought about before is because you're body is going into pre-heat." 

Peter furrowed his brows and looked more upset with a pout than confused. "What does it mean?" He prompted the alpha to keep speaking. 

"It means that soon, your doctor will have an actual time frame, but soon you'll start having heats. It's your body telling you and unmated alphas that your capable of mating. Your instincts will make you want certain things, make you need to do certain things…" Mr. Stark cleared his throat and shifted minutely under the omega. "But that won't be for a while yet, pup." 

"So, this is basically my body going through a test run? Experimenting and making sure everything is in order?" The pup's scientific mind found it interesting enough he supposed, but his emotional mind hated it. He pouted more and let out a pathetic little whine of frustration.

Mr. Stark cooed and purred at him to calm him again. "Shh, it's going to be okay, baby. You have your aunt and uncle and I to help you through it. I have a doctorates in chemical biology and your aunt is a nurse. You're in good hands, baby." 

Peter gave the man a soft smile at his comforting words but something still kept bugging him and his body was itchy and too hot and needed something that he didn't understand. It was so overwhelming for the little omega. He wanted to throw a tantrum but he didn't want to embarrass himself any further in front of Mr. Stark. So he just started crying.

"Oh, baby, why the tears? Talk to me." Mr. Stark pressed. 

"Why you keep calling me baby if you're not my alpha?" Peter cried harder and whipped at his tears. 

The question, for the second time, through the man off. He didn't want to lie to the kid but he couldn't just say it outright. "Because you should be mine." "Because you were made to be mine." "Because I know you better than anyone." He couldn't bring himself to say any of it, so he delt with the question the way he deals with all questions. With another question. 

"Do you want me to be your alpha, Petey?" His voice was soft yet strong as he asked it. 

That made the dam break in the boy and he started sobbing. "I-I… I… I don't know!" He cried almost historically into Mr. Stark's shoulder. The alpha rubbed circles into the boy's back and held him close. Purring to comfort him. 

"It's okay, Pete. You let me know the answer when you figure it out. I'm not going anywhere. Rest and I'll tell you more about your body. Okay?" 

Peter tried hard to stop his sobs, being comforted by Mr. Stark's voice and arms around him, he eventually fell asleep. The last thing he remembered hearing was something about biting glands and scent marking. 

When Peter woke up again the next afternoon, Mr. Stark was gone. His smell still lingered all around Peter though and he reveled in it. Nuzzling into the pillows the man laid on, Peter sighed contentedly. Mr. Stark was always so kind to him. Last night was different though. He touched Peter more than usual and spoke softer. called him 'baby'... kissed him.

Peter's eyes went wide as the memory flooded back to him, and he bolted upright in bed. Mr. Stark kissed him, and he went and asked for more like an ungrateful child! "So embarrassing!" He shoved a pillow over his face and laid back down. He'll never be able to look the man in the eyes again! Ugh! 

"Peter, is that you? Are you awake?" Aunt May called from downstairs.

Peter took in a deep breath and sighed. "Yeah, auntie May. I'll be down soon."

"If you're up for it, Pete, there's still time to make it to school." Peter could hear her standing at the bottom of the stairs wrestling with her coat. She must be heading into work.

"Okay." Peter forces himself out of bed and to the top of the stairs to say bye to his aunt. He doesn't want to go to school, but he also doesn't want to be home by himself. "I'll go to school, auntie, don't worry. Have a good day at work."

May eyed him to see if anything was a miss. He looked tired and perhaps a bit dehydrated, but his eyes were clear. "Okay, sweetie. But if you need anything, go to the nurse and have them call me. Promise?"

"Promised." Peter gave her a soft smile. "Larb you." He added quietly.

"Larb you, sweetie. I'll see you tonight." And then May left, and Peter went to get dressed for school.

It was another normal day. He sat with Ned during the classes they had together. Got an A on homework in Bio, passed his quarterly exam, and even managed to get through most of gym without any issues. Whatever happened to him last night seemed to be over... thankfully.

But then it was lunchtime. He sat with MJ and Ned as he always did, and they talked about whatever. Everything was fine, until Flash came over and proceeded to remind him of his existence.

"What do you want, Flash?" MJ asked, annoyed.

"Relax. I'm just here to ask Pete where he got his amazing scarf from." Flash teased. "I can smell alpha stink on it a mile away. Did wittle Petey find himself an alpha over the weekend?"

"That's none of your business, Flash. Get out of here." MJ tried again. Peter clutched Mr. Stark's shirt that we was wearing around his neck like a diy infinity scarf. He thought it looked cool enough not to be noticed, but of course Flash would.

"Hey, I'm just making conversation here." Flash defended.

"No, you're being a jerk is what you're doing." Ned meekly added. Peter was proud of him and gave him a timid smile.

Flash rolled his eyes and crept closer to Peter, who shied away. But then Flash was right there and pulled on the "scarf" to Peter's dismay. Peter held onto it, but Flash managed to get it over his head and ripped it from his grip. She showingly took a large sniff from it and shook his head in disgust.

"Who the heck is quarting you, Parker? This stinks!" He said too loudly for Peter's ears and before Peter could turn around properly to try and retrieve what's his... Flash flung it into the trash.

"Flash! What the hell!" MJ shouted and stood up. MJ was also an alpha, but she didn't come into her scent yet, but her temper and protectiveness were there.

"What? I'm just doing my duty and throwing out the garbage. That thing stunk like trash, so that's where it belongs." Falsh shruged and walked away like nothing happened.

Peter got up then and went over to the garbage can and looked down into it. The shirt was ruined, and he didn't want to be labeled as a garbage picker, so he didn't even bother to try and save it. His scent soured unbeknownst to him, but some of the other kids looked over at him. Little alphas and omegas a like. It was MJ that took his hand and guided him to the nurses office.

"Pete, I'm sorry. Flash is such a jerk, but it's okay. Whoever gave you the scarf, I'm sure they'll give you another one. Just tell them what happened. It'll be okay." She tried to comfort him as they walked, but he was starting to cry and feel overwhelmed without Mr. Stark scent. He didn't understand why he took it with him to begin with, but he felt he needed it. And now it was gone. And he didn't know what to do...

"Pete, it's alright." MJ tired again.

"Thanks, Em. I don't... don't really understand what's wrong with me." He spoke around tears, "but I think I should probably go home." MJ gave him a soft smile and nodded in agreement.

"That's okay, Pete. Have the nurse call your aunt. I'll see you tomorrow? Or whenever you feel better. And don't let Flash win by thinking about it. It's not worth it."

"You're right. I'll try." Pete said before giving MJ a small wave off and going into the nurses' room. Apparently, a perk of being a young omega is that the nurses are more understanding and don't even ask questions. Peter showed up sniffing and asking to go home and they just handed him the phone.

It took a moment, but finally, Aunt May picked up. "Hello?"

"A-aunt May?" Peter's voice trembled.

"Oh, Petey! What happened? Are you hurt?" She panicked.

"N-n-nooo" and soon Peter was fully crying like a child. "I don't know what's wrong, but I wanna go hooome!" He sobbed into the phone.

One of the nurses grabbed a warming blanked and a juice box for him to try and calm the young omega down.

"Petey, can I talk to the school nurse?"

Peter nodded his head despite Aunt May not being able to see and handed the phone over. "Hello?" The nuse said, and then May spoke. Peter wasn't sure what she told him, but the other nurse guided Peter over to a bed to lay down on.

"Mr. Parker?" The nurse said after hanging up the phone. "Your aunt said she can't come to pick you up, but she gave me the phone number of your uncle. I'm going to call him. Just try to sleep and relax while we wait. Okay?"

"O-okay." Peter nodded.

He heard the nurse speak to someone briefly before hanging up again. "Mr. Parker, your uncle will be here in ten minutes."

"Thank you." Peter shook out, and he tried to calm his breathing.

It wasn't long afterward when Peter's nose caught wind of a familiar scent... and it wasn't of his uncle. He jumped up off of the bed the same moment he saw him in the doorway.

"Mr. Stark!" Peter smiled.

"Tony stark?" Both of the nurses looked in bewilderment at the man that just walked in.

Peter opened his arms for a hug, and Mr. Stark scooped him up. Letting Peter rest his head on his neck and breathe him in. "I got you, buddy. It's okay." He cooed the young omega.

"Mr. Stark, May Parker didn't specify that you were Peter's uncle." One nurse said in almost awe.

"We won't have a problem here, right?" He tipped his sunglasses down to look at the two older women.

They both shook their heads, and one spoke, "No, of course not. We hope Mr. Parker feels better soon."

"He will." The alpha spoke confidently and put both his arms around the boy. He left almost as quickly as he walked in. Peter sighed in sweet relief, and a purr escaped him. He didn't know he could make that sound, but apparently, he could. Mr. Stark chuckled and nuzzled against his cheek.

"I got you, pup. You're alright, now. Alpha's got you."

Peter dove head first into those words of comfort and snuggled in closer to his alpha.

[sunwarmed-ash]

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11, 14, 43, 59

(Oh! Asking about your favorite position - how naughty of me 😳😆)

😈🥵😏😏😏

11. Do you write scenes in order or do you jump around?

A little of both! But mostly jump around. Usually the rest of the details of the story works its way out that way too!

14. Whats your favorite location and position to sit in when you write?

Position to write in?!?! Are there other positions other than sitting?! Hahahaha I sit cross legged in a crooked ass desk chair\set up in my basement hahahaha but I really enjoy writing in an all windows room during a rainstorm 😍😍😍😍

Now if we're talking about positions for other things..... Def from behind ✌

43. Trope or idea you want to write but haven't?

Lots haha but I really wanna write a good vampire fic, and probs a polycule a\b\o

59. Have you participated in any fic events?

Yes!! I did a couple of stony and starker gift exhanges and I think I did a harringrove one too, let me go check ao3

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Alright I did three for the starker gift exchange

Pandoras box: bdsm club

Tony stark: billionaire, playboy, philanthaptist, daddy

and its sequel

Peter Parker: Student, friendly neighborhood spiderman, Daddy's boy

I also did a Harringrove gift exchange

Kitten-modern day au, bdsm, dif first meeting

A thorki secret santa

merry christmas my sun

And a stony secret santa

Restrain me

[captshipper]

it'll be mostly top!Peter, probably 'normal' smut. but there'll be starkercest, a/b/o and genderbent too

[greekgeek24]

Hello, dears, I'm hoping to have Honest's next chapter posted this week! It's finished, at long last, I just have to do some editing! <3

[blushing-starker]

Cold mates and black coffees

For @starkerfestivals prompt of mates

There is, he supposes, something beautiful about a world such as this, primitive yet advanced and sophisticated. Children no taller than his knee carry around super computers that fit in the palm of one's hands, talk to friends thousands of miles away whenever they want. It used to take him months to receive his preferred concoction for the early night wake up call, now stores inhabit every corner of every city. They patiently wait to receive their dependents, all sorts of people relying on some version of the simple black coffee to jolt their system. Convenient, sure, no doubt about that. A quick stop at a Starbucks and violá, five hours of productivity guaranteed. But nothing builds character like swimming laps through a freezing lake infested with piranhas to keep away the urge to rest for just another five minutes. Unfortunately, sleepless days were the norm for him and Rhodey whenever they endeavored to race each other underwater.

There are clothes, too. Clothes for each season available year round. Fox fur adorns a lanky mannequin next to a twin showcasing how breezy summer fabrics can be. Riding boots that he would have spent a small fortune on decades ago shine below man made light for the cost of a nice meal over at Pepper's. Jewels fine enough for the family vault enchant any who take so much as two steps in either direction. Everything is for sale; it just means swiping a plastic card, presenting a number off a super computer or giving the cashier the remains of ancient trees. He could buy an ice cream cone (with sprinkles, of course, he's not an idiot) and immediately wander over to a restaurant selling sizzling curry. It's what his father dreamed about, a thousand years ago. How odd then, that his only heir couldn't be more nonchalant to all this.

It's his what, first month back from sleeping for half a century? He got accustomed to this whirlwind of a consumerist world by the first week. The soft purr of self-driving engines, flashing neon street signs, a melting pot of twenty, thirty languages, glittering clothes clashing with garish makeup, an overwhelming scent of smoke, perfume and money is as familiar as the palm of Rhodey's left hand or Pepper's right. Is it fantastic, being alive for the wild ride that is the twenty-first century? Yes, of course it is. But it's his father's dream; not his. His dream is the same as what drove Maria Stark into the world: finding his mate. Which, logically speaking, won’t happen until time has colored his hair with quite a bit more starlight and streaked thin lines around not too shabby cheekbones. (Rhodey’s teasing words.)

Going along with logic, there is a chance his mate will never show up. It was mere luck his father met the only woman besides Peggy that could stand his whole. Well, that could just stand him, period. A mate is found by scent, identified by touch and only bound with words. If his father had gone for one more drink, he’d probably be as real as the tooth fairy. In the back of his head, there lives a voice. And this voice he named Miss Lucky. She told him how lucky he would need to be in order to find a mate not too close to cradle or grave, a person that saw eye to eye in the majority of the basics and was open to his predilection. Someone that wouldn’t fear or expose him, wouldn’t want to strike the killing blow themselves. And Christ, with or without Miss Lucky, it’s a fool’s idea, thinking that in the middle of New York amidst one of the coldest winters to ever grace the city, his mate, his soul’s match, his other heart will chance upon him and actually accept the fact that he barely exudes a scent. Let alone something useful enough to help others recognize his class.

That’s the one downfall to living in this time; so much tension regarding one’s class. It is infinitely better than before when there were only three possibilities and the social restrictions could very rarely be shattered. But now it’s about pulling rank, percentages listed on a piece of paper could be used against you or signify one’s survival. A double-edged sword. To be a nurse, any applicants must be less than thirty percent alpha. Soldiers were forbidden from entering foreign countries if they had more beta characteristics than not. Lovers, in some parts of the world, could marry exclusively when their percentages were compatible. In the old times, if you smelled like an omega, you were treated as such. That could entail being thrown into a whorehouse or perceived as royalty destined to bring life into the world. Once puberty came, a simple prick and a vial of blood determined one’s next decision regarding the future.

He took the test. Just out of curiosity and it’d be rude not to provide a mate with information so readily accessible merely because of an unjustified fear over his identity. He is an alpha. And if the test had said otherwise, it would have been no problem. Of course not, he would have been proud to identify as a beta or omega. His mother was a beta and his nanny, basically his second mother, was an omega. No shame would’ve clouded his mind at receiving such news. The matter was this, though, he had believed to be an alpha the entirety of his life. If the paperwork said that was his lowest percentage, different rules and procedures, updated to today’s society, would need to be learned.

And he’s so tired of it all when only a handful can smell the fact he’s an alpha. What was he supposed to do, carry the results in his pocket in case a bigot searched for a fight? No, that would be, as Pepper had made very clear before, extremely silly.

He carries the test in case his mate considers such matters important. Or their family. Yes, it’s not because he worries that society will somehow doubt his identity. In the end, being an alpha is an integral part of who he is. It shouldn’t be that way and he barely knows what that means, but it’s true. Miss Lucky comes back around swiftly now, what if his mate isn’t interested in him because of his percentage? What then? Learn what the other classes represent to that person and behave in ways they believe suit said classes? Could his match be with a pureblood, intent on “staying true” to their highest percentage? Would he be able to, cinnamon. Wait, cinnamon and honey? Is that rain and sunlight? Since when does Starbucks incorporate those smells? And how the hell does he know what sunlight smells like? He’s insane. There’s no other explanation, oh that must have hurt.

A young man has just barreled into him. Slammed into his arm like a linebacker. A linebacker that weighs a feather and a half. How is he this light, a breeze had more force. What should he, what’s the proper ritual here, oh my god

“Your nose is bleeding- “

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking. I’m just late for class and- “

“Calm down and let me buy you some coffee; you’re half dead- “

“Shit, your coat. I will pay you back, I swear.”

He hums, looks down and apparently he was too involved in his quest to find a mate that he completely bypassed the thought that this man had accidently crashed into him while holding a coffee…

A mate. He doesn’t know what sunlight smells like. How could he? Unless that’s what his mate smelled like. The young man inhales sharply, lets out a little “oh, I think, I know it’s you.” and, on further reflection, he notices this kid has the voice of an angel. Soft and kind while not being so lilting he’d think it weak and demure. Ah, he looks like an ethereal entity too. Of course he does.

It’s the eyes that do it for him, enchant him enough he wants to kneel and propose right there in the hopes of waking up each night to those amber pools as familiar and mysterious as the universe itself. The rosy lips, pink cheeks and sweeping lashes are also quite nice. He has the body of a being from the old tales, a nymph or a muse destined to bring light and joy to the world. And black coffee to coats older than his father and grandfather combined.

“Could I touch you properly? I think spilling sugar over that coat didn’t really give me the chance to feel my mate, Mister?” Rhodey’s gonna annihilate him. This is a child, twenty-one at most. They could exchange numbers; communicate when his best friend wouldn’t be tempted to take one look and accuse him of going for jailbait. He could make a plan, organize a way to gently explain how he’s an undead creature of the night whose low circulation means that somehow his hormone production slowed and therefore he barely smells like wood let alone an actual human being. They could make it work. If he’s lucky, Angel here won’t fall for another. If he’s lucky, lots of things won’t happen. Or they will anyway.

“Stark. Tony Stark. It’s a pleasure to meet you, all things considered. When I learned one’s mate smells like something unknown, I didn’t quite expect literal sunshine to be what I noticed. And don’t worry about the coat; it’s nothing.”

Marie Antoinette gave him this coat as a gift on his sixteenth birthday a few years before her death. It’s fine.

“Oh. I, I wouldn’t have thought I smelled like that. It’s really nice, actually. You smell, and please don’t take this the wrong way, like alpha. And home. I know it’s weird, but I can’t explain it any other way. I’m sorry if it’s too- “

At least he already knows he dislikes that worried furrow on such a happy face. He surges forward, clasps a soft hand and lets slip a shocked gasp, sees the mirrored reaction because Jesus, it’s as if he licked his finger and then stuck it inside a power outlet. Every hair on his body stands on end and when was the last time his heart beat that fast? Surely it was the night his old flame left or when they, no. No memories of a past lover when his mate is right here, clutching his hand like a lifeline.

“I don’t believe I know your name. Seems a little unfair, don’t you think? Wanna even the odds?” It’s meant to make the young man smile and he does.

It’s only when he grins that Tony notices the sharpened incisors and the slight cold coming from the small figure. The same fog that follows him around even on the hottest of days. The exact shape of teeth Tony cleans in front of his bathroom mirror each night.

“Peter. My name’s Peter. Nice to meet you, Tony.”

[babybatscreationsv2]

Lil omegaverse starker drabble

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Tw: noncon, feminine words for male genitals, dehumanization

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Tony puts all of his weight between Peter's shoulders, crushing the omega to the bed. He squirms and struggles but his flailing arms can't reached him and if he kicks he'll have to spread his legs. It's almost funny to watch, but Tony's not in a laughing a mood. The little slut has been teasing him for too long.

"Tony, stop it!" Peter shrieks. "Get off of me!"

"Sorry, sweetheart, but you brought this on yourself."

"I didn't do anything. Let me go!"

"Walking around here in that little skirt-"

"It's my uniform. I'm not allow to wear anything else."

Tony rubs his cock against his soft thighs. His socks end just above the knee and then squeeze his thighs in a may that makes his teeth jealous. He'd spend time leaving bites there if he wasn't so hard, but he was impatient now.

"Spread 'em, Pete. Don't make me tell you twice."

"Just stop it okay? I'll go change."

Tony forces his hand between his thighs. He rubs his hole through his panties. Peter doesn't stop trying to get away, but he can smell his pussy responding.

"You always say you don't want it, but you know what's going to happen once my cock is in you. Don't you?"

"Tony don't, please! I can't help it. I don't want it, please!"

Tony chuckles. "Such a fickle omega." He pushes his knee in between Peter's thighs. He squeals as he's forced to spread his legs. Tony gets two fingers into his panties and pushes them into his hole. Peter screams and struggles all the more, but Tony keeps him pinned down. As his fingers push inside, his cunt squeezes and slick rushes to ease his entry. Peter's fighting slows. Tony strokes his insides, feels him getting hotter and wetter. By the time he sticks his dick inside that hole, Peter has gone pliant. He whimpers pitifully against the bed.

"That's a good boy. Spread you legs, baby. Let me in."

"Yes, alpha," he whimpers. He bends his knees, pushing his ass up and spreading his thighs apart. Tony inhales the heady scent of slick omega pussy.

"Maybe next time you'll convince me you're not just a hole."

[spider-mancan]

omega!tony is well past mating age and doing just fine, until a family friend puts down an ultimatum. either tony finds an alpha to marry or he'll be forced to marry alpha!stane -- for the good of the company, of course.

tony needs an alpha he can boss around and plucks intern!peter out of the SI ranks. he's not surprised peter takes him up on his lucrative offer, but he didn't expect peter to give as good as he got. and he definitely didn't expect to like it.