#starker ficlets

[pretty-bratty]

✨️Inspired by one time of me and Daddy @definitelynottony in the hotel✨️

It's the night after the fight in the airport, and Tony can't fall asleep. They're staying in Berlin overnight, and he kind of wishes he could drink all his thoughts away like he used to before. He doesn't do that anymore, and even if he did, there's the whole thing with Rhodey to figure out, and the government, and Cap - and the feeling that he lost the life he used to have before. And of course, there's also the kid.

The kid who knocked on his door some time ago, all blushy and fidgety, and complained that he can't fall asleep. Tony briefly wondered how he went by Happy unnoticed, but he also feels like he can hear Happy's snoring all the way in the halls, so yeah.

He pretends to be all cool about it, but this tight and heavy knot in his chest loosens once the kid steps into his room. It loosens more and more as Peter starts chatting about how cool the room is, asks if they can watch a movie, keeps talking about anything and everything but what happened in the airport a few hours ago. He hops on the spare bed - apparently Happy messed up the reservations and Tony got the room with the king-size bed and a little twin nearby, like he's a parent or something. He's too exhausted to deal with it. So now he's ignoring the movie in his king-size, while Peter's settled on the twin one.

The kid looks awfully tired and yawning too much for someone who suffers from insomnia. It's only after Peter's fast asleep on that spare bed, movie barely started and popcorn untouched, when Tony realizes. He didn't come here because he couldn't sleep. He fought the sleep, as well as shyness, and came here because he knew that Tony won't be sleeping. The realization washes over him in a warm wave, panging bittersweet in his chest. Tony stares up at the ceiling some more, and - fuck it. He's going to hell anyways.

"Kiddo."

"Nngh?" Peter's voice is nearly grumpy, so different from his usual adoration, from his anxiety to do something wrong and get kicked out. Tony feels a smile tugging on his lips. He loves it.

"Come here to cuddle. I can't sleep."

There's no 'Yes sir' and tripping over his feet - but no weirded out hesitation either.

"Mmkay." Peter just complies, sliding down from his bed and stumbling to the bigger one. It's like he's not even opening his eyes all the way? It's sheer luck that he doesn't trip.

The kid gets in bed and, before Tony can even open his mouth, climbs under the blanket and into his arms. Gets all cozy with his head on Tony's chest - heart misses a beat - snuggles close and immediately blacks out again. Tony gently cradles him in his arms. Holds him. His heart goes wild for a few moments, and then suddenly calms down, settling into a peaceful rhythm.

The thoughts of losing the life he used to have before get smudged, evaporate from this new feeling. The feeling of finding something that he's never had before. Something that's worth protecting more than anything else. He closes his eyes and breathes freely, for the first time in...he doesn't even remember how long. In a few seconds, there are two people fast asleep in the room.

[rottenrottweiler]

After Peter graduates and starts visiting the compound on the weekend via quinjet sent by Stark, they sometimes found themselves in vulnerable positions. Such as coincidentally having the living quarters to themselves when everyone else was off doing work in other parts of the world.

One night Peter is lounging on the big ass couch in the living room, watching The Goonies after a 6 hour lab sesh and Tony already had a Ben & Jerry's in his hand when he walked in so it was easy to turn around to grab a second tub. He walked up and offered it to a delighted Peter, "I've never had this flavor!"

Tony settles comfortably beside Peter, half a cushion between them. Peter peered at the ice cream flavor Tony had and said he'd never had that one either.

"Be my guest." Tony extended the tub to Peter, who set his own on his lap. "If you don't mind old man cooties." And Tony was being completely normal about this as he watched Peter go oooo, gimme and very normally scoop some ice cream with the spoon and lick it off like it was a lollipop. He was being as normal as Peter, who was savoring his tongue tasting the same spoon that had been in Tony's mouth.

"Mmmh, I like it." And he wasn't just talking about the icecream. "Have you tried mine?"

"Can't say I have." That was a lie.

"Try it!" Peter made no motion to hand him the tub as he helped himself to another spoonful of Tony's ice cream so the man took that as a cue to grab it himself from Peter's lap. And Peter felt normal, of course, about Tony's hands reaching towards that particular area of his anatomy. Totally.

A thrill surged through Peter as he watched Tony's lips close around the spoon, ice cream disappearing from the metal when it slipped out. "Oh, yeah, that's pretty yummy." Peter had to agree.

"Yeah. Better than yours, so don't even think about sequestering my ice cream." Peter took his tub from Tony's hands and returned Tony's.

They both spent the rest of the movie making comments, laughing, occasionally trading ice cream and thinking about eachothers mouths.

[scholarlystarker]

A Starker inspired chat - thanks to @theonestarker for the GenZ input!

[late-to-the-party-81]

Tony putting Peter in a skirt with no underwear and pushing a vibrator into his ass and then making walk around during their date

Challenge Accepted

Sorry this took so long, but I hope you enjoy this little ficlet, which I’ve decided is set in ‘A place on earth’ universe, because I can. As always, aged-up Peter Parker

Un-beta’d so apologies in advance.

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Relationship: Tony Stark x Peter Parker

Word Count: approx 700

CW: Mild exhibitionism, mild feminisation, Sex toys, Sass and Snark, discussions of safe words, pet names, implied future smut

Peter came to a dead stop, almost tripping over his own feet, as the vibrations swept through him. The only thing that kept him upright was the deathgrip he had on Tony’s arm, which was ironic considering that Tony was also the source of the issue.

“Are you alright there, bambino?” Tony’s voice was saccharine sweet, full of faux concern and Peter glared at him.

“Peachy…”

“Yes you are,” Tony bounced back, and then decided to add insult to injury by grabbing a handful of Peter’s ass and giving it a squeeze and a jiggle, an act that did nothing to restore Peter’s equilibrium. A moan left his lips unbidden and his eyelids fluttered and he could hear Tony’s low chuckle.

“Keep making noises like that, and I won’t be responsible for my actions,” Tony said close to his ear.

“When are you ever?” The situation was making Peter feel sassy, and if he didn’t like to tread the fine line of danger he wouldn’t have become SpiderMan in the first place.

Tony chuckled again, but the vibrations eased and Peter drew in a few deep breaths, willing his body back under control.

“Are you ready to keep walking, sweetheart? I’d hate for us to miss our reservation. Although, with me being me, it wouldn’t actually be that much of a problem.” Tony started walking, and Peter was forced to move along with him, the weight of the plug heavy inside him.

“Humble, aren’t you?” Yes, the sass was strong today. So sue him.

“And you love me for it, Petey-pie.” Tony gently patted Peter’s hand where it was looped through his other arm.

“At this moment in time, I think I hate you.”

Tony clicked his tongue. “I think you will find, amore mio, that the mess you currently find yourself is one of your own making. I’m sure it was you who said - and I quote - “I can take anything you can dish out, Daddy. And you did start it all, skipping around the apartment in lingerie and making me have even nastier thoughts that I’d already had.”

“Yes,” Peter hissed out between clenched teeth, “but I meant at home. In private. And not in a skirt.” He gestured down at the red miniskirt that barely covered his ass. “People are staring…”

“So, full on exhibitionism is out? Noted.”

“Tony!” Peter hated to whine and pout, but he was feeling so exposed and there was a funny feeling in his tummy.

Tony halted them this time, turning towards Peter, effectively shielding his slighter frame from prying eyes, and taking hold of his hands. “If people are staring, it’s to call me an old letch - which I fully admit I am. But if you’re that uncomfortable, we can go home. You can safeword at any time, baby, and you get your reward either way.”

“I-” Peter started to reply, but then snapped his lips shut. What did he want to do? Yes, his cheeks were flaming, and people were staring, and the skirt made him feel so vulnerable, but at the same time he had Tony by his side. Tony made him feel so safe and so loved. And the vibrations of the plug he was wearing were obviously not unpleasant. As he mulled everything over his cock twitched, something that was telegraphed to Tony as well, due to the way the red cotton moved with it. Maybe he was feeling so jumpy because that’s how he expected to feel? He couldn’t deny the thrill he was feeling alongside it ,so maybe… “I’m alright to continue, Daddy,” he finally replied, and Tony’s mouth split into a broad grin, before he ducked down and kissed Peter a little more passionately than he normally would for such a public setting.

“You’re going to be the death of me, bambino mio,” he stated when he let them both come up for air. “And I tell you what, if you can get through lunch without drawing too much attention, then afterwards I’m going to take advantage of the easy access of your attire and suck off that perfect little cock in the executive washroom.”

Peter blushed deeper at the thought, but started to walk along the sidewalk with Tony once more. That was until the vibrations started up again, making him gasp. “Daddy!”

Tony shrugged. “Like I’m going to make it too easy for you, baby. Let’s see how much you can take…”

Tag list: @km-ffluv, @wheezy-stucky, @kmc1989, @kombatfather1796

@doasyoudesireandlive, @endlesstwanted,

[weewoowings]

~ Ficlet Friday ~

Tagged by @sagasimon

The Rules: Copy the following prompts or make your own, post what fandoms you write for & your followers can request one of the prompts with a ship or character and fandom for a ficlet of 100-500 words. Please mention if you don't want M or E content otherwise it will be assumed anything goes. Have fun!

Disclaimer: Mature is okay-ish, if you request E, it won't be very enjoyable for you, because I'm not experienced in that field.

❤️ fluff

😘 shameless flirting

❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort

🤣 crack

😷 sick fic

🫣 new experiences

👥 domestic bliss

Fandoms and ships I'm willing to write...

9-1-1: Tevan, Buddie, Buck/Taylor, HenRen

SPN: Destiel, Benny/Dean, Benny/Dean/Cas, Mick/Cas

Marvel: FrostIron, WinterIron, Starker

Sherlock: Johnlock

HP: Severus/Hermione, Hermione/Draco

Tagging: @bibibievansbuckley @verschlimmbesserung @desiraelovesdestiel

Please allow some time between request and posting. Life is FUCKING crazy at the moment.

[vaguekiwi]

Hiii! I’m a huge fan of yours!! Do you have any fics or anything where Tony is in love with Peter and he kidnaps him? Just lots of noncon with dark Tony?

Hi anon, I don't have any fics like that myself, but I love fics like that so let me see if I can recommend a few:

-My Doll by my friend @babybatscreationsv2 (this is a goddamn masterpiece I swear to god)

-Good Boys by my (same) friend @babybatscreationsv2

-The Deprivation series by my friend @tomandpeterthings (This series fundamentally changed me. I think her Cruel(ty) series has a similar theme, too? Though I haven't read it.)

-@lanyakea-universe has several incredible (and I mean stupendous) non-con verses (there's a SIM one that comes to mind, but I'm gonna link this mafia ficlet here.)

-If I may stray from the request and recommend some noncon Spiderio: see here, and here by @graceful-starker. (Also if someone can find me that one where Beck kidnaps Peter and keeps him in the back of a van and, like, pimps him out that would be lit.)

-Also tagging my friends @khalixascorner @the-mad-starker @starker1975 @authoressofdarkness and @starkerkitty who have probably either written something like what you're looking for OR will have recommendations for you 😘

[jmagnabo92]

WIP Wednesday

Just a little short for ficlet Friday from like ages ago.

***

“We went skinny dipping, and when we went to get out, we saw Nora and Pez stealing our clothes.”

Philip blinks.  “Rather than ask one of the many people we have watching over the grounds and the castle to get you robes or clothes, you both decided to streak across the grounds and hope to somehow make it back to your rooms without any one of the many people that work in this castle and on the grounds seeing you?”

Henry shares a look with Alex.  

“Well, when you put it like that…” Alex offers up.

Philip huffs.  “Perhaps, it makes sense that you might not consider all of the people in and around the castle, but you –” he turns to Henry.  “-what’s your excuse?  You’ve lived here almost your whole life, how could you forget that?”

“Er –”

“What did he do, suck your brain out?”

“Actually –”“Don’t, Alex,” Henry hisses.  He does not want to have a conversation starkers about their love life with his brother.  He coughs and looks at Philip.  

***

Tagging @tailsbeth-writes @onthewaytosomewhere @iboatedhere @dezinthecloud @suseagull5914 @idealuk

[starker1975]

🤍🖤Masterlist🖤🤍

Here are links to all my main fics. You can visit ao3 for more!! xx

❤️Starker💙

//Starker1975

Ao3

A Familiar Stranger

Give Yourself a Try

Scaling the Walls

//WinterIronSpiderling

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Disorder

Return

The Birthday Party

I Wish I Was Your Boy (with @snowstark 🖤)

Decoy

Making Room

Can I Keep You (rom howney)

❄️WinterSpider🕸️

//WinterIronSpiderling

Sincerity Series

Blue on Blue

Charmer

Merciless

Worth It

Ficlet Series

[graceful-starker]

Touch Starved

Summary: The internal musings one has after realizing you are touch starved are, surprisingly, not all that fun.

Warnings: starker has already broken up for this ficlet, and the narrator is touch starved. Angsty and drabble-esque.

Notes: Hello beautifuls! This is a fill for @starkerfestivals summer(now year lol) bingo. (This is also in the Whumptober prompt so expect another version of this soon 😈) (also: casual mode = pick who the narrator is, hardcore mode = guess who I intended the narrator to be :P )

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He misses him.

He misses everything about him. Not just the sex, like everyone assumes. But everything. He misses the way his eyes would light up in joy, the way his smile was blinding, the way his laughter was contagious. He misses the way his arms felt wrapped around him, the way his kisses always started off so soft and hesitant, the way they would cuddle together on the couch. 

They don’t do any of that anymore. 

He misses those beautiful eyes. Such a deep, rich shade of brown. So full of emotion and life whenever he speaks. They used to be so full of love and happiness whenever they would land on him. He misses looking into those eyes and seeing the intense focus he only ever dedicated to his lover’s rambles. 

He misses the sound of his voice. The loudness of it when the other gets over excited. The softness of it when they would whisper sweet nothings to each other. The melody of it whenever he would hum or sing to himself as he worked. The way it would sound when they were in bed together; oh how he misses those filthy words coming out of his mouth. 

But most of all, he misses his lover’s touch. 

God, he misses the other’s touch so much. He misses gentle fingers playing with his hair while he laid his head on the other’s chest. He misses a strong arm wrapped around him, pulling him hip to hip with the other during conversations at parties. He misses a hand on the small of his back as the other tries to pass him without bothering him. He misses when their fingers would brush-and then linger-as they hand each other tools in the lab. He misses the other’s arm pressed against his own as they rode the elevator together. 

He misses those lips-chapped, always chapped-pressing against his forehead softly when he was leaving a room. He misses them against his cheek whenever he said hello. He misses them against his neck whenever they were cuddling or hugging. 

It startles him deeply, even now, to think about how much he misses his lover’s touch. His innocent touches, specifically. Not that he doesn’t miss his not-so-innocent touches either, but he knew he would miss that. 

But now he feels like something too big to name is missing from his life at all times. His body absolutely aches with the need to be hugged. He aches with the need for fingers to brush hair out of his eyes, to graze his cheek lightly. He aches with the need to hold his lover’s hand, to brush the back of their knuckles together in solidarity as they listen to a very boring meeting. 

He aches with the need to feel human contact again; he hasn’t let anyone touch him at all since the break up. If someone touches him accidentally, he flinches violently and moves away from them. He doesn’t know why; he craves it, he needs it, but he can’t accept it. Not if it isn’t from him. The only person he wants, needs, loves. 

And he does, still love him. And he loves no one else. Only him. He would give anything, anything just to feel those still familiar arms around him again. Despite how long it’s been since he was held, he just knows in his soul that being held again would fix everything. It would fix the shaking, the feeling of falling apart at the seams, fix the gaping hole in his chest. 

But he can’t accept it from anyone else. He just can’t. Even though his lover doesn’t want him anymore, will never hold him or touch him again. He doesn’t want anyone else. He doesn’t want someone else to touch him. 

So here he will stay, desperate for touch and refusing to accept it. Not unless it’s from the love of his life; who loves him no more.

[starkerxstarker]

Sup bitches! I just finished my last college assignment ever today! Send me prompts for some starker drabbles/ficlets to celebrate?

[rottenrottweiler]

Jesus please I beg of you feed me, I'm dying. This is so god damn delicious!! I'm gonna think about this all night

a continuation of this

Sweet Peter still thinks it’s an inside joke between them; him calling Tony “daddy” and being called “baby” in return. Thing is, Tony’s not laughing.

The first time Peter had texted him “thank you, daddy” as a goddamn goof, he had used it as fodder for wanking for a solid week straight. Because hey, he does, in a way, sees himself as that older male figure in Peter’s life. And because he’s a glutton for whatever-this-is, Tony wants to see how far it’ll go. Each candid playful text from Peter addressing him as daddy has Tony in complete disarray.

And so, he finds every single excuse under the goddamn sun to purchase things for Peter. Kid complains about his squeaky thrifted computer chair? Tony buys him a $2,300 Herman Miller ergonomic chair.

He gets a call right in the middle of a meeting, and Pepper instantly recognizes the ringtone. Quick on her feet as always, she briskly calls for a short break and the meeting room is cleared out within seconds.

“Tony.” Peter doesn’t even give him a chance to slip in a “hi”. “…when I complain about something, I…it’s not because I need you to do something about it. I’m just being a typical teenager.”

“…do you like the chair?”

A pause.

“Yes. Very much.”

“That’s all I need to know. Besides, that’s what daddies do, don’t they? Fix problems.”

Peter laughs, and Tony wishes he was there to hear it.

And he thinks that’s the end to it until he gets a notification that night notifying him that Peter has uploaded a new post on his Instagram account. He had not-so-shamelessly created a throwaway account to follow Peter, despite the fact that the other wasn’t a frequent poster.

The new post was a photo of Peter in his spanking new Herman Miller chair and he had it captioned as, “whew thank you daddy!”. It takes a couple of seconds for Tony to realize that from head to toe, Peter is decked out in items that Tony had purchased for him. The shirt, the satiny black sleep shorts.

He doesn’t think it’s intentional, but fuck.

If this was a game, then Tony doesn’t think he can emerge victorious from it.

- / -

Tony hears from Peter that May hadn’t been too pleased when she came to visit. with just how much Tony was spending on Peter. Thing is, he doesn’t understand why she wouldn’t want him living far away from home in comfort.

“She says you’re over-indulging me. Which you are, by the way.”

Tony adjusts the earbud to sit more snugly in his ear, “Well, wait till she finds out I’m buying you an apartment so that you can live off campus next year.”

“…nothing I say is going to change your mind, right?”

“With each protest, I’ll add on more unnecessary furnishings.”

“Ugh, fine.” Tony hears the kid muffling a yawn on the other end.

“Go to sleep, kid. Or whatever it is that college kids do at this timing. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Peter snorts in response. “Fine, whatever you say, daddy.”

“Good boy.”

- / -

peter: lol something funny happened.

tony: funny ha-ha or funny-I-nearly-crashed-face-first-into something.

tony: because that’s more concerning than funny

peter: funny ha-ha

peter: so I was texting with Ned, and like I think I got so used to calling you daddy over texts.

peter: and like Ned was asking if we could work on some stuff over the winter break in your lab, but I know the lab’s like your sacred mancave so I told him, “okay, let me check with daddy and I’ll get back to you”.

peter: Ned was just ???????

peter: isn’t it hilarious???

peter: anyway, can I? please daddy

peter: ooops i mean pretty pls daddy

Thirteen minutes and two orgasms later, cum splattered against the metal edge of his lab table and a handful of tissues littering the floor, Tony replies: sure, baby, since you asked so prettily.

Winter break begins with a “hey, kiddo” and “missed you, mr.stark”. As promised, he allows Peter and Ned usage of the lab for a couple of hours.

“FRIDAY, you up?” Tony clicks his fingers twice.

“Always, Mr.Stark.”

“Keep an eye out for the kids. Especially Peter, he’s precious cargo.” He turns to Ned with a nonchalant shrug. “No offense, Ned.”

The color creeps up on Peter’s cheeks.

“I mean it, FRIDAY. Eyes on him.”

- / -

[queen-of-the-misfit-toys]

That's All

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*My favorite version is by Michael Buble*

[ashilrak]

Ao3 Fic Meme

Tagged by @60sec400

Rules: go to your ao3 account and find the following:

1. What ratings do you write most of your fics under?

Teen And Up Audiences (73)

2. What are your top three fandoms?

Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types (113)

Hamilton - Miranda (69)

Marvel Cinematic Universe (19)

3. Who/What is the top character your write about?

Percy Jackson (105)

4. What are your top three pairings?

Apollo/Percy Jackson (48)

Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson (20)

Peter Parker/Tony Stark (15) [Tie]

Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens (15) [Tie]

5. What are your top three additional tags?

Post-The Trials of Apollo (57)

Established Relationship (37)

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting (26) [Tie]

Ficlet Collection (26) [Tie]

6. Does any of this surprise you?

I'm definitely surprised that Starker made it up so high with the ships, but I think that's largely due to just having written enough ships it doesn't take much of one to end up on top. Same thing for 'Alternate Universe - Modern Setting' and 'Ficlet Collection', but they also both make complete sense because I split up my ficlet collections by ship and I used the Modern Setting tag a lot for some Hamilton fics (I can't escape my past).

I'm tagging @mrthology, @charmacden, and @skywalking-through-life 🩷

[preromantics]

psssst send me some kink prompts (pairing + kink name) for a tiny ficlet from my phone (i miss LJ kink memes so much)

fandom/pairings i’m most vibing with these days: mcu (starker obvi but open to other), obikin, merthur (having a big throwback moment), kirk/spock (tos or aos), hp (i will forever and always ship any permutation of harry & draco & hermione)

[pretty-bratty]

@definitelynottony 👀🔥🌶

Starker smut but somehow, someone walks in and they both have to play it cool 👉👈😏✨

On It

[captshipper]

i found an old among us oneshot & a couple of starker ficlets, i think i'll say "fuck it" and post it