#starkerfestivals

[muse-of-gods]

When Omega Peter comes home, the most gorgeous rose bouquet he has ever seen is sitting in front of his apartment door. Between the flowers he finds a small card saying 'For my little spider', but there is no indication about who the sender might be. Peter immediately notices a very distinct smell on the card and his instincts tell him that the flowers come from an Alpha. And though he can't quite figure out who the smell belongs to, it feels very familiar to him.

The thought keeps Peter up all night, texting with Ned and MJ and speculating about his possible suitors. But when he finishes work the next day, he still hasn't figured it out. That is until he enters Tony's lab to work on his suit in the evening and sees the Alpha standing there, focused over a hologram. The smell hits Peter and he feels stupid for not figuring it out right away. But maybe the possibility of his childhood crush sending him a courting gift on Valentine's day has just been too far fetched?

Peter tries to compose himself and takes a deep breath, which is a mistake because the Alpha's smell is messing with his head. "Thank you for the flowers, they are beautiful", he finally mutters, to which Tony turns around with a smug smile on his face. Peter will never not be affected by the confidence the Alpha oozes.

"I'm glad you liked them. I wanted to ask you out properly yesterday because it was Valentine's day, but Pepper forced me to do boring company stuff all night. So... can I invite you to dinner today? I booked a table in my favourite restaurant for us if you want." Still completely overwhelmed and now properly blushing Peter only nods, a big smile forming on his face.

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This is my Valentine's gift for @the-mad-starker for the @starkerfestivals Secret Starker Valentines Event! ❤ I hope you like this little snippet of Peter receiving roses from a secret admirer ❤

[trashystarker]

pictures don't lie - a starker one shot

Title: Pictures Don't Lie Fandom: MCU Pairing: Starker (Tony Stark x Peter Parker) Rating: Mature (Modern Day AU - Angst and Feels - Angst with a Happy Ending - Mild NSFW) Word Count: 2,300 Summary: Tony gets caught doing something harmless, and suffers the repercussions of it.

A/N: Here's my next offering for @starkerfestivals summer bingo event! Please enjoy!

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Red wine dripped off of Tony’s face, his shirt saturated with the beverage that had just been thrown on him. He watched Peter’s retreating form, his lover in clear distress, waving his hands around as he grabbed his keys off the table in the foyer of their shared apartment. He heard Peter yell a loud “Fuck you, Tony!” before storming out of their penthouse, slamming the door shut behind him. 

He reached for a napkin, taking a moment to wipe off the Merlot that had made his face sticky. It was fine. He knew that Peter was going to have a strong reaction to what he’d just told him, but it was better if he heard from him first, right? Tony sighed. Maybe not. Maybe it would have been better another way. 

“Friday - keep an eye on Peter tonight, okay?” He spoke to his AI, who he knew could hear him as he’d programmed the penthouse to always have her on hand. 

“Of course, boss. Did something happen?” Friday’s voice came through the speaker. 

“No.” He lied. Of course something had happened. Another fuck up of his in a long life of fuck ups. And here he’d thought that things had been going pretty well for both him and Peter.

Clearly, that was a mistake. 

The sun was setting on the isle of Manhattan, painting it in the beautiful colors of pink and orange, the skyline lighting up with nature’s beautiful symphony on full display. He left the dining room table and walked towards the balcony, pulling off his wine soaked shirt as he got closer to an escape. He dropped the shirt on the floor and went outside, needing to put space between him and the mess that had happened only twenty minutes ago. 

Things had gone well. Peter had come home after working a bit later in the office. That’s where he’d met him. Tony had hired the best to come out of MIT, and Peter had been the star graduate last year. He put him on a special project that had the two of them working side by side, and through daily interactions it became quite clear to Tony that he’d found his equal. His partner. The person he could trust his life with. 

Thankfully, Peter Parker had felt the same way, and two months after they began to work close together, he moved into Tony’s penthouse apartment. 

A soft sigh left Tony’s mouth as he gripped the railing of the balcony. His heart hurt. His head ached. His shoulders were too tight, and his stomach felt like it was going to regurgitate everything he’d eaten at dinner. Had it been in bad taste to save the important bits of conversation until the end of the meal? In hindsight, he knew that the answer was yes. 

The picture that had caused such a stir in his lover was still on the table, looking like a mocking portrait that could only cause harm to him and his own. Tony hated that there had been a miscommunication between the both of them. Peter had told him that all he wanted from him was honesty. And here Tony was, being as honest as he could be, and was getting screwed because of it. 

His phone vibrated in his pocket. Letting go of the cool railing, he pulled it out and felt tears begin to well up in his eyes. “I won’t be coming home tonight. Don’t ask me when I’m coming back. I don’t know. I won’t be at work tomorrow. Leave me be for a bit, Tony. Please.” 

Of course he was going to give Peter the space that he deserved. That was needed right now. But, Tony was stubborn. He didn’t want Peter to run away. Not when they could talk about this, and discuss what had happened. “Take care.” It was all he could muster up the courage to say to him, when everything inside of him was breaking apart. 

Walking back inside, he took a look at the photograph and the anger returned. He had done nothing wrong. He’d gone to see his ex, and while the photograph looked more incriminating than it truly was, a picture was worth a thousand words. And it was clear what those words were. 

Cheater. 

Liar. 

Destroyer of happiness. 

Tony had gone to see his ex after a text had been sent to him, requesting for a friendly meeting. Tony didn’t think it was going to turn into this big production, but once he saw this photograph he knew that it was going to ruin everything. One simple act of kindness - two old friends sharing what was only a friendly laugh but could be seen as something more - had taken away the one person he’d cared about the most and pushed him away. 

"I need to show you something.” Tony had said, as they were finishing up their pasta. “And you’re not going to like it.” 

“Why do you think that?” His young lover - younger by about twenty years - looked up at him, the smile he loved to see so much present on his face. “I can’t be mad at you, Tony. You know I love you.” 

“I know, sweetheart. But trust me, this is going to hurt. And please, believe me when I say that I had no intention of hurting you like this.” 

The smile started to slip off of Peter’s face. “Tony, you’re scaring me now. What’s going on?” 

He picked up the manila envelope that had been sitting on the table this entire time, and took the photograph out of it. He put it on the table, and saw Peter’s face begin to grow pale. “It isn’t how it looks.” 

“Bullshit.” Peter pointed at the picture. “That’s Pepper Potts, isn’t it?” 

“It is.” Tony had been open with Peter about his previous partners. Pepper had been someone he’d intended on making a life with, but things never worked out that way. Tony was actually glad that had happened, as it wouldn’t have brought Peter into his life. “But it’s like I said, it isn’t how it looks.” 

“She’s got her arms around you.” Peter kept staring at the image. “You’re laughing.” 

“I know.” 

“You never laugh like that.” 

He felt his stomach twist. “You know that isn’t true, Peter. I laugh with you like that often.” 

“Did you sleep with her?” 

“No.” 

“You’re lying.” 

“No, I’m not.” 

The chair Peter was sitting on scraped against the floor as he hastily stood up. Tony was about to say something when Peter picked up his glass of wine, and threw it on him. “Fuck you, Tony.” He heard the tears in Peter’s voice, whether they were from anger or sadness, Tony didn’t know. He watched him leave, and heard him grab his keys off the table. Another loud ‘fuck you’, and his lover was gone.

All because of one stupid moment captured on film, making it look like two old flames rekindling something that was no longer there. Tony knew that Peter had every right to have reacted the way he had. If he'd come across a picture of Peter with MJ like this, well….Tony knew how he would respond, and how Peter reacted was with more dignity than he was physically capable of. 

He went to his shared bedroom with Peter and went into their bathroom. He got into the shower, peeling off the rest of his clothes before doing so, needing to wash both the wine and his sadness off of his body. If this was the end between him and Peter, then fine. He’d make sure that Peter found a place to work at that could utilize both his talent and his charm to be a direct competitor to Stark Industries. He never meant to hurt him by spending time with his ex. It was a misunderstanding. 

But aren’t all break ups caused by a misunderstanding? At least, to one person they might be. To the other, it might be as plain as day why the relationship was coming to an end. Tonight, it seemed that Tony was aware of both sides, and had to accept it. 

Sleep was impossible. He stared up at the ceiling, feeling like utter death as the person that should be next to him was no longer there. He was tempted to ask Friday where he was, but decided that that might not be the wisest idea. For all he knew, Peter was getting revenge on him by sleeping with someone from his past. Wanting to even the score, even though there was no score to settle. 

The front door of the penthouse opened at close to three in the morning. Tony held his breath as he saw a shadow walk into the room. The air smelled like booze. Peter had gone drinking. He could smell the whisky on his breath from twenty feet away. He heard him sniffle, and then saw his shadow begin to take off his clothes. Tony kept his breath quiet, as he didn’t want Peter to know he was awake. But, it seemed his younger lover knew because as soon as he hit the bed, he crawled into Tony’s space and put his arms around him. 

Tony didn’t hesitate. He pulled Peter into a hug, letting him cry against his shoulder. “I didn’t cheat on you.” Tony whispered into his ear, as he heard Peter cry harder. “You’re the only person I want, Peter. No one else. Pepper is a distant memory. She’s a friend. Nothing more.” 

“Do you promise?” Peter’s voice cracked, as he pulled his head away from Tony’s shoulder and stared into his eyes. “I can’t do this again, Tony. I don’t like how this feels. I feel awful. I feel sick.” 

“That’s because you drank too much.” Tony tried to lighten the mood, his lip curled up in a half-smirk. “Did you get a fifth on sale?” 

“I went and hung out with Ned.” Peter returned his head to his shoulder, and exhaled a long sigh. “I need you to promise me what you’re saying is the truth.” 

He brought his hand up to Peter’s face, and wiped away a few tears from his cheek. “I promise, Peter. There is no one else. Only you.” 

“How do I know that?” 

“You have to trust me.” Tony knew that was a tall ask. “I trust you.” 

“I want to trust you, but I’m scared.” 

“Of what?” 

“You hurting me. Again.” A broken whisper came out of Peter’s mouth.

Lowering himself down to be face to face with Peter, he looked into his eyes and could see the tears still there. “I will probably hurt you, but not because it’s my intention. I’m human, Peter. I expect you to hurt me too, but what makes us stronger is when we talk about it. When we don’t run away from each other.” 

“I’m sorry.” Peter bit his lip. 

“Don’t be. You had every right to leave.” He brought his forehead to Peter’s, and took a deep breath. “You came home.” 

“I wanted to be with you. I needed to know that I was wrong.” 

“Be patient with me, Peter. You’re going to see things you may not want to see, but always know that you are the only person who has this.” He brought Peter’s hand to his chest. “No one else gets this. Only you. You’re the only person I’m in love with.” 

“Tony…” 

Peter kissed him first, Tony willingly letting him take control of the kiss with a deep groan. His arms slid around Peter’s naked body, pulling him to lay on top of him as their kiss continued to deepen. Peter’s tongue filled his mouth, making parts of his body sing for joy, while it healed the ache in both his head and his heart. He felt Peter roll his hips, pushing himself against his body, Tony welcoming the touch with another deep groan. 

“I love you.” He whispered into Peter’s ear, as his cock slid deep into his body, Peter’s soft moans now filling his ears. “I love you so much, Peter.” 

“I l-love you, Tony!” Peter cried out, his moans becoming louder. “Oh, God…” 

“Yes, sweetheart…” Tony knew that his lover was close. He reached between their bodies and began to pump his cock with his fist, his hips moving in an erratic pattern. 

“Tony!!” 

It was all he needed to hear. All he ever wanted to hear. Peter fell from his high as Tony brought him to an orgasm, the warmth of his hot seed flowing between his fingers as he pumped his cock through the bliss. Tony’s hips stuttered as a deep moan left his own mouth, thrusting deep inside for one final time as his own cock exploded, pouring his essence into Peter’s warm channel. 

After a quick clean up, Peter secured himself back in Tony’s arms. “I vote tomorrow be a do nothing day.” Peter yawned, as Tony’s fingers began to play with the curls on the back of Peter’s neck. 

“I think that’s an excellent plan.” Tony brushed his lips against Peter’s temple. “I’m sorry, Peter. Truly.” 

“I know, Tony. I’m sorry too.” Peter lifted his head, and kissed him on the lips. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

He waited for Peter to fall asleep before he allowed himself to drift off. He knew that this wouldn’t be the last time something like this happened, but he was for sure going to try to make sure it didn’t happen again. But he was only human, and sometimes made bad choices. Luckily, though, his lover had been the right choice. Peter Parker was his better half; always had been and always would be. That made Tony Stark the luckiest man on the planet. 

[starkerfestivals]

Starker Festival’s Summer Bingo 2023 Sign Up

Hey guys! It’s that time of the year again. We are extremely excited to announce the 2023 Starkerfestivals Summer Bingo Event!

Here is a link to the sign up. 

As always, we are here to answer and all questions you may have about this event. Further information is below the cut. <3

General Info

The Starkerfestivals 2023 Summer Bingo will begin Thursday, June 1st, 2023, and run until September 30th 2023. Each participant will receive a personalized card with a 5x5 bingo of prompts.

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As a participant, fulfilling prompts can be done at your leisure. We want everyone to have fun so whether you fulfill 1 or do the entire card, it's up to you! There is no obligation to "win" bingo but for those that want to go for it:

To "win", you will need to get five in a row via horizontal, vertical, or diagonal means. You can also win by getting the free space and all four corners. Finally, you can get a blackout by completing every square on the board. Visual examples:

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[authoressofdarkness]

Bingo Fill: Breath Play @starkerfestivals

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

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

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

[starkersparks]

Royal AU fill for my SF Summer Bingo card

[starker-sorbet]

Married Tony and Peter living a peaceful life together working at their own mechanic shop

@starkerfestivals Extended AUpril: No powers/modern card below

[pretty-bratty]

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

[starkerhowlter]

Performative Dom

Ship: Starker Rating: E Contains: Language, Blowjobs, collaring, Lingerie, Dom/sub, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Dubious Consent (But corrected by Tony to give Peter the right to consent), Objectification (Not by MCs), BDSM Posing, Collar pulling, Coming Untouched, Daddy Kink, Peter Parker is 18, leashing Initial prompt: @starkerfestivals Valentine's Day exchange prompt 1: Peter is a sub but they won't let him go to college without a Dom sponsor.  Tony thinks he's too brilliant for those dumb rules to ruin his life so he takes up the role only to fall in love with how beautiful Peter looks on his knees. Words: 5426 Summary: Peter needs a dom. And the perfect candidate is right in front of him. But what if they fit better together than either of them ever expected?

AKA: Five Times Tony realized this was a mistake, and one time he embraced it.

Gift for: @the-mad-starker

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY MADS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so much for this prompt and for giving me the opportunity to write it! I hope you love it and I hope this does your prompt justice! Also I hope you love the bonus moodboard I custom built for you! A number of the images were made just for you ♥♥

Also also, hi Starker fandom! It's been a minute since I've been back! I've been on a "fandom tour of the world" recently and joined 3 fandoms since July. You haven't gotten rid of me yet!

This was edited by one of my fave humans @starkerkitty! Thank you so much, Jacy!! <3

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The entire thing had been a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Peter bursts into the lab seething, and Tony's met with a fire he's never seen in the younger boy's eyes. 

Tony's brow furrows as he kicks his feet off the desk, "Peter?" 

"I thought we were past this as a society," Peter shouts, dropping the envelope on the desk in front of him. He continues pacing the length of the garage, stepping onto the walls to pace across the ceiling.

"What? Acceptance letters?" Tony smirks, raises an eyebrow and picks up the envelope. He pulls the paper out, reading. "’Dear Peter Parker, you have been accepted to MIT.’" Tony murmurs, "I mean that was expected..." He continues, "blah blah blah... Orientation is on Monday.. blah blah blah... ‘Unfortunately, we can't allow you to enroll in classes until you present a Dom to sponsor your journey with MIT to allow for you to be enrolled and to keep you accounta’-- Oh, you have to be fucking kidding me," he scoffs, tossing the paper on his desk. "They're really holding you from a degree because of *that*?! Just because of the little pink heart on your license?! Maybe I can call my associates, surely they know I'm the one who recommended you. They can't possibly be holding you for anything at all." He scoffs, "I'm going up there. If they want to play this game, we'll play this game."

"Or..." Peter starts, hopping down from on top of one of the server towers.

"Or?" Tony asks, arms crossing over his chest as he looks up at the boy. 

"Never mind."

"Peter..."

He sighs, "I have a plan. But you... you have to trust me, Mr. Stark."

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"Peter, we can't do this. I mean, I'm all about fucking over tradition, but you do realize they do checks. And not just one. They do them throughout the entirety of your time in the program." Tony stares at the younger man from behind his sunglasses, frowning, "We can't possibly make them believe that I'm your Dom."

Peter's shoulders fall, "You don't want to..."

Tony scoffs, reaching over to clasp a hand over Peter's shoulder, "Now when did I say that? I'm just worried because you're just a kid. I don't want to be preying on you because you're vulnerable."

"You're not. You're just helping me to get into a prestigious university. Speaking of, we need to go get some supplies."

"Supplies?"

Peter shrugs and nods, "Y'know... A collar, whatever outfit you think fits your standards, Mr. Stark. If you feel it's appropriate, you can even pick it." 

At the mention of an outfit, Tony's mind fills with images of Peter wrapped in ensembles of his dom's choosing. He considers a suit but settles for something more casual. And Peter in his mind looks stunning. 

This is a mistake.

"Oh. We can uh... go tomorrow, deal?"

Peter nods, "Sounds good, thank you, Mr. Stark! Goodnight!" He skips out of the penthouse, leaving Tony alone with less-than-appropriate thoughts about his young mentee.

_____

There are a few times in Tony Stark's life when he knew he is well and truly fucked before the consequences happen. 

This is one of those times.

Before him, Peter’s standing on a fitting platform presented for Tony. 

"Now, Mr. Stark, what collar are you thinking for your sub? Have they earned a lock? Have they leveled up to a buckle, or is he still in training where they haven't earned more than a snap? As you know, your sub must earn a place beside you."

He allows himself a few deep breaths, glancing at Peter to confirm he's okay with this. 

Instead of a nervous disposition, Peter looks almost comfortable. His eyes are glazed, lips parted as he waits for Tony -- his dom-- to decide what he's worth. 

"I think he's earned a lock." Peter's chest shudders at the words and Tony smirks, "And let's put my name on it. He should bear my name since he belongs to me."

The worker nods, hanging on to Tony's every word. "Done! Give me just a few minutes to get the collar together for you. We can cut it today and size it so you can walk out with the piece before you leave the mall today!"

"Sounds good. I think my sub and I are going to do a few other errands but we will be back. If you wouldn't mind giving me a call?"

"Sure thing, Mr. Stark. I will start on your piece immediately." The worker takes the black metal card from him, disappearing into the back room to swipe it and get his receipt, but Tony isn't interested in the receipt. 

He turns towards Peter, hands resting gently on his arms, "You alright, kid?

Peter nods, mutely, and takes Tony's hand. "Do we need to... show our status while we're in public?" 

"It's probably a good idea. What are you comfortable wearing?"

"Whatever you'd like me to wear... daddy?" Peter tacks on the title as an afterthought and Tony fights the urge to react visibly. 

"I think that they will believe us more if we put you in a lingerie set and then dress you in a nice outfit on top of it. We can pass it off like I picked the outfit to match your collar, and if you are comfortable, some harnesses latch onto the type of collar I picked for you. But honestly, it's whatever you--"

"Mister Stark? I apologize for the interruption. Here is your card back and your receipt."

"Oh! Thank you!" He takes the card, putting it back in his wallet before taking Peter's hand and leading him out of the shop. 

Holding Peter's hand feels far more natural than it should as they walk through the mall. No one gives them a second look, and Tony wonders if they pass as a couple. 

"Follow me," Tony states, leading him through the mall toward the lingerie store. 

"Mr. Stark..." Peter tries, voice cracking with nervousness, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. If you aren't, we don't have to do this. But I will tell you from experience, they are going to want proof."

"Okay..."

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This was a mistake.

Peter's standing in the middle of the store, surrounded by a rainbow of lace and tulle, and staring at Tony with wide brown eyes.  

"What is the-- um--" His voice cracks and Tony's heart melts. 

This was a mistake.

"How about we start you in a simple lace playsuit? Do you have a favorite color?"

"I... You should pick." 

"Alright, deal." Tony approaches one of the racks, sifting through the outfits to pick out a couple of styles in various colors. "What do you think about red?" 

"L-like Iron Man red?" 

"I mean... If I'm going to be 'owning' you, it'd make sense to have you wearing my colors," he replies, "Just seems appropriate."

Peter nods and follows after him, hands shoved in his hoodie pockets. 

"Your clothes are in there," he states, pointing into the third fitting stall, pulling the purple curtain back. "I'll wait for you out here. If you feel comfortable, I'd love to see how you look in the outfits... baby" 

Peter's eyes widen at the title, but he steps inside the booth before he can splutter out a reply and begins stripping off his hoodie and jeans, dropping them onto the gaudy cheetah print chair in the corner of the stall. 

Tony hadn't held back. 

The pieces before him held no semblance of modesty, yet would show off every curve and muscle of his body. One’s black and frilly, another’s pastel silk, and behind them is a hot rod red harness and lace playsuit.

"Holy--" He whispers, running his hand over the black, lace, off-shoulder negligee, pulling it gently off the hanger. The piece weighed next to nothing, but it felt like it'd shatter into a million pieces if he wasn't careful. He lifts it, pulling it over his head and down over his body.

It wasn't a piece of clothing so much as one long-sleeved lace sock, in Peter's opinion.  The bottom of the negligee touched just beneath his ass, and the sleeves pulled down over his hands to leave just his fingers bare. 

The lace covered nothing. His nipples and boxers were visible through the lace and at that second, he felt very, very exposed. 

"M-Mr. Stark?" He ekes out, peeking his head out of the curtain, keeping his body covered. 

"Yeah, Peter?" 

"How's this look?" Peter pulls back the curtain, revealing his lithe muscular form wrapped in the delicate lace dress. 

Oh... Tony fucked up. 

The kid - the one he had told himself he wouldn't drool over - was standing before him in a skin-tight lace bodycon dress, and Tony wanted nothing more at that moment than to devour him. 

"You look-- The lace and-- and your figure... um..." He clears his throat, "You look good. Can I see the next one?"

"Oh! Of course!" Peter replies, rushing back into the room. 

Back in the room, Peter removes the lacy garment and picks up the silky one. It doesn't even make it off the hanger before it's dropped to the floor. 

"No on the silk."

"No?" Tony replies from outside the door, "Just don't like the color or...?"

"Texture," Peter replies bluntly, picking it back up to hang it on the hook. "I can't do it."

Tony huffs what sounds like a laugh, "That's alright, sweetheart." 

The title slips out, and the younger man blushes as he picks up the next piece. 

On the hanger is a lacy bright red harness playsuit. Bands cross along the back and front, over where his midriff would be, and he shivers slightly at the intricacy of the piece. He steps into it, slowly pulling it up over his thighs, hips, and stomach, spreading the lace over his form. 

He turns towards the mirror and the sight of himself catches him off guard. Peter's breathing hitches at the sight of Tony's colors, his red, stretched over Peter’s pale skin. His hands ghost down the front, and the feeling causes him to shiver.  

"You okay in there, kid?" Tony calls, shattering the moment, "Didn't get tangled did you?"

"Uh... no!" He calls out, turning away from the mirror and towards the curtain. "Did you want to see this one? It's a bit... much isn't it?"

Tony gives an affirmative noise, and Peter pulls open the curtain, revealing himself to him. 

"Holy shit..." Tony whispers.

"That bad?"

"Look at you..." He steps forwards, and reaches for his hips, but stops just a few inches shy. "I-- Sorry." Tony inhales and steps back. "You can uh.. get dressed. I'll meet you out front."

He is so fucked.

---

A few days later, Tony's sitting on the couch next to Peter, reading paperwork on his tablet. "Okay, kid, we need a game plan for this Thursday. I mean... how are we planning on convincing them?" He swirls the bourbon in his glass, sipping it slowly. "Are you just thinking you'll sit in my lap or was there something else you thought might work better? What's the move?"

"I figured I'd sit on your lap, um... maybe we can have me wear a button-down shirt so they can see the lingerie and collar you picked? Just... basically... um... what do people usually do?"

'Fuck.' Tony's brain unhelpfully supplies.

"They tend to use less... orthodox methods. Some bring their subs in on leashes or feed them from their hand, make them sit down on the floor at their feet... It really depends. All I know is that when the day comes, I need to know what program you are going into and why so that I can vouch for you. Because as much as I hate it... in that room, you have no voice."

Peter shivers at the implication and nods. "Noted. Would you like me to uh... put on the outfit again so we can practice? I don't think it'd do us well for either of us to be stumbling and shy the day of."

'Oh, fuck, please put the outfit back on...' Tony thinks. 

"Good idea. I expect I will wear a usual suit, so there really isn't any need for me to change, right? I mean the entire thing is just a meeting. Nothing major. What's the worst that could happen? I mean, it's just an interview."

-----

This is a mistake.

Whatever they'd planned for, it wasn't this. 

"M-Mr. Stark..." Peter whispers, eyes wide as he's led into the room, feeling small in the cavernous space. Their shoes thud against the floor as they walk, and he takes note of many famous art pieces along the walls as they're led to the office. 

At the last second, they'd decided on a leash, and now Peter realizes that may have been a mistake. The skinny chain is connected to the D-ring of his collar, and the other end is held by a wrist strap in the same metallic red leather as his collar. The weight of the piece creates a heady feeling at Peter's core and he finds himself thinking of taxes, his grandma... anything to keep the bulge in the front of his pants minimal.

Tony pulls on the chain, leading Peter through the halls, following a woman with a tight black bun who's talking far too fast for Peter to keep up with. 

"This school is one of the most prestigious in the country, you're not going to regret sending your sub here. We do offer a few check-in options if you want him to live on campus, but at the end of the day, it's about whatever works for you, Mr. Stark."

He replies with a simple, "As you know, I was a student here when I was younger. I think I want Peter here to have the same experience. Back then, we knew I was going to be marked a dom, just as my father was, and I didn't need any sort of sponsor. I'm not quite sure how this process works." Tony's entire being exudes confidence, and it puts Peter's racing heartbeat at ease. "Do you need to verify my 'status' or is that just understood?"

"I will need to verify your designation when we get to the office, but at this time it's not a major issue." She gives him a tight smile, not sparing Peter a second glance. "Oh, I should remind you, there will be a confirmation test before the meeting begins, will you be needing supplies for it or have you brought your own?" 

Tony scoffs dismissively, "What the hell is a 'Confirmation test'? You don't believe that I own my sub? That's ridiculous!"

"I do apologize, Mr. Stark. We've had a recent spike in subs acting as doms to get into college or having others of different designations pretend to be their dom to try and bypass the system. Therefore we've had to implement a check. There will be an agreement signed by all parties present if you're worried about it being leaked."

Peter blanches at the concept, heart racing when he hears that others have tried and failed to do exactly as they are. 

"Ah, that makes sense. We won't be needing supplies, my sub here is trained well enough to take it no matter how I give it." He shrugs, "Well then, where should we wait?" 

"Just through here," she replies, ignoring the snark in Tony's voice. 

He sends her a fake smile, pulling Peter closer to him to wrap his arm around Peter’s shoulders. Peter's racing pulse presses against his wrist. With a whisper, he soothes Peter, "It's okay. I've got you, baby," putting on the facade of a doting dom, much to the woman leading them's approval. 

"My dom is the same way when I get nervous," she muses mindlessly, opening a large white door to lead them into the office. "Have a seat over here." She leads him over to one of the plush velvet chairs sitting before a large wood desk, "Your sub can wait by the door." 

Tony frowns, "Absolutely not, he stays with me. No questions asked." Unconsciously, his hand tightens around Peter's leash, keeping him close as though someone would steal him away. "He'll sit at my feet." 

"If that's what you choose. Mr. Donahue and Mr. Arroyo will be in soon. Would you like any coffee while you wait?"

"I think we're alright. Thank you." She nods, leaving them alone. 

"Hey, kid, are you okay?" Tony asks, helping Peter to sit comfortably on his knees by Tony's chair.

Peter nods, shifting slightly to ensure Tony's shirt parts over his chest to reveal the lacy bodice of the lingerie. 

He runs his fingers through Peter's hair, "You look good. I don't know what this 'confirmation test' is, but we'll get through it together."

"I trust you. We can do whatever we need to to get through this. I want to go to MIT so bad, Mr. Stark..."

"I know, Peter, and I will do whatever I have to to make it happen. Even if it means lying to the panel at my alma mater." He smirks, ruffling the younger man's hair, "We will get through this... together."

Before long, the large door at the side of the room opens and two men walk inside. 

"Good morning, I presume you're Mr. Donahue and Mr. Arroyo?"

"Yes, and is this..." He lifts his clipboard, "Peter Parker?"

At the mention of his name, Peter looks up from his place on the floor. 

"Yes. We're here to get Peter set up in the program for biochemistry and chemical engineering."

The two suited men before them snicker, "That's quite the program... Are you sure it's for him?"

Tony frowns, chewing his cheek to keep from mouthing off and blowing it for the younger, "He's actually quite brilliant. But let's be honest, any sub worthy of me would have to be more than just a pretty face." 

His words pinken Peter's cheeks, and he blushes, leaning against Tony's leg. 

"If you're sure, we can progress to the next part of the meeting. Before that though, I have this sheet of terms and conditions for you to read." 

The man on the left hands Tony a sheet of legalese. 

It's a basic NDA, nothing he really needs to worry about because he's sure he could break it with a check and some lawyers if needed. Rolling his eyes at the places saying that he and his sub consent to the test, he moves to sign it, and then hands the pen to Peter, but notices at the last second there's only one line.

"Oh, we don't need his signature, your signature of consent is enough."

"Yeah, well I want his signature of consent next to mine." Tony glares, pointedly dragging the pen along the paper to create a line for Peter to sign. "Baby," he summons, snapping his fingers.

"Yes, Mr. Stark?" Peter replies, just as practiced, "How can I service you?"

"I need your signature on this NDA."

Peter obediently rises to his feet, leaning over the table to sign the paper. 

"You don't even need to read it?" The man on the right asks.

"Of course not. If my Sir read it, I trust him to know what's best for me." 

Clearly, that was the right answer, as Tony's hand wrapped around his hips, pulling Peter back to sit on his lap. 

They hadn't discussed this.

Tony smiles softly at him, left hand running up his chest, and under the shirt. 

Neither of the men before them seem bothered by the display. If anything, they're pleased. 

"Before we begin, I need to see your IDs. Just to confirm your designations." 

"Of course." Tony nods, pulling his wallet out to produce both of their IDs from the pocket they'd tucked them into the day prior.

The men look over their ID cards, confirming the black heart on Tony's and the pink one on Peter's. They hold them up to the light, confirming the words etched beside the icons aren't forged. 

When they seem satisfied, they stand at the desk, handing Tony back the cards. 

"Now, for the next part of this process, we're going into this room next door. There will be some equipment for you to use, should you need it. Essentially, we just need to see how you and Mr. Parker interact to confirm that you are actually in an agreement."

"Sounds like a plan. Let's go," Tony replies calmly, following behind them and leading Peter into the room as well.

---

The giant room is simple, with dark red walls and black wood flooring. There’s only a few pieces of equipment Tony's never seen outside of an obscure sex club he frequented in '05 in the room. 

"When you're ready Mr. Stark." They take a seat on the black couch in the corner of the room.

Tony nods, "Alright. Peter, I want you to strip out of my shirt and head to the display platform over there." He unclips the leash from his wrist and the chain falls against Peter's front. 

"Yes, Daddy," Peter replies obediently, unbuttoning the shirt the rest of the way and allowing it to fall off his shoulders. He folds the garment, setting it on the floor next to him. Silently, he steps onto the circular acrylic platform and waits at attention with his head down and arms behind his back. 

"Inspection," Tony states, crossing his arms, and standing just off to the side of the stand. 

Without a second thought, Peter raises his arms behind his head, spreading his legs to wait for his next command.

Tony walks behind him, circling the platform as the world shrinks to just them.

"Service."

He nods, dropping his hands in front of his crotch, patiently eyeing Tony for the next word."

"Good. Nadu."

'Fuck.' Peter thinks, dropping to his knees. He kneels back, spreading his thighs just enough to place his hands palms-up on them, eyes trained at the floor just before him. 

It feels like the room has suddenly grown 800 degrees hotter as Tony watches the younger man drop to his knees from just his command. He fights the urge to respond. To go over and take control and ownership of Peter, but instead, he coughs and delivers the next command, "Collar."

Peter lifts his head, presenting his throat as though Tony were to place or pull on the leather wrapped around his throat. 

"Humble."

He drops forward, chain hitting the ground with a dull thud as his nose touches the floor, arms sliding before him, and his ass pushed out into the air for Tony or any passerby to inspect him.  It wracks shivers down Peter's form as he lays there. 

Tony's eyes widen.

This was a mistake.

Had Peter's ass always looked that good in those jeans or was this position just stretching the light fabric over his form? He clears his throat, glancing over at the suited men writing notes in the corner. 

"Ready position," he commands, snapping his fingers to grab Peter's attention.  

Peter pushes up, pulling his hands back towards himself, sitting on his knees with his lips slightly parted. The chain of the leash runs down his body as Peter raises his gaze to just above where Tony's face would be if he stood over him. 

The thought fills Tony's head with more visuals than he's prepared for, and he feels himself going lightheaded. 

This was a fucking mistake.

"Last one, Peter..." he states, "Captured."

Gracelessly, Peter rolls onto his back, spreading his arms and legs to present his body to Tony, inviting him to take control. His breath leaves his lungs. If it weren't for the jeans obstructing his view, Peter's cock, hole, and balls would be on display for him. 

Tony chokes out a simple, "R-Released." Clearing his throat, he adds, "Good job, Peter." He offers him the button-up from next to the platform, helping him put it on, but stops him before he can button it. 

"Thank you, Daddy, I'm glad that I could please you."

He presses a gentle kiss to Peter's temple and reattaches the chain leash to his wrist. 

One of the men interrupts the exchange, catching Tony's attention, "Well, Mr. Stark, I can say that we are thoroughly impressed with you and your training of your sub. If you wouldn't mind having a seat with us over here, we can sort out his schedule for this semester." 

"Gladly." He leads Peter over, dropping into the white chair across from them, and pulling Peter into his lap.

----

Two hours later, they arrive outside with one sheet of classes for Peter to begin in a week. 

"We did it!!" Peter squeals, wrapping his arms around Tony in a tight, celebratory hug. 

"We did, kid! You are now officially a student of MIT," Tony replies, "Congratulations! Wanna head home?"

"Please..." Peter replies. 'Just a little longer.'

----

The air in the penthouse is thick as Tony drops his keys on the counter in the kitchen. 

"Now what? I expect you want to change into something more comfortable?"

'Please do, before I eat you alive,' Tony thinks.

"Um... I thought..." Peter walks around the counter, standing before Tony, "I thought I might stay in this a little longer. If that... I mean... If that's okay?"

"Fuck, kid... Of course it is," he murmurs, hand reaching out and stopping just before Peter's cheek. Peter's breath ghosts across his wrist, crushing the last of Tony's reserve. He places his hand on Peter's jaw, running it down toward his throat.

They'd removed the leash once they'd gotten in the car, and Tony mourned its loss, but instead reached for the ring at the center of Peter's collar. 

"Is this okay?" 

"Please..." Peter whispers, eyes falling to Tony's lips before flicking back to meet his eye. 

"Fuck, kid..." Tony grabs the D-ring with his right index finger, pulling him forward into their first kiss. It grows heated almost instantly, as Peter presses his body back against the counter, caged in by Tony's left hand. 

Peter whimpers against his lips, licking into Tony's mouth. 

"I've wanted this so badly... For so long," he murmurs, sharing breaths with the older man, "Please, Mr. Stark, let me have it?"

"Of course, you can have whatever you want, Peter. Anything." He kisses the younger again, reveling in the soft whines slipping past Peter's lips. "What do you want?"

"Can you... Tell me what to do again?" His voice cracks, nervously and Tony smirks at the sound. 

"Of course I can. You can say stop at any time. I won't hold it against you and it won't affect me sponsoring you for college, okay?"

Peter nods, waiting for his first command as soon as Tony lets go of his collar. 

"I want you to go into the living room, strip out of your outside clothes, and pick one of your kneeling positions. Either Nadu, Collaring, or your Ready position. I will be there in a moment. Also, you will call me ‘Daddy.’"

"Yes, Daddy." Peter rushes out of the kitchen, and into the den, stripping and kneeling in his ready position, just like he was trained. He watches the kitchen door, patiently waiting for Tony to come through. 

Tony pushes open the door to the den, and there in the center of the floor is Peter kneeling in the Iron Man red lingerie Tony'd picked a week prior, waiting patiently for the older man to claim him for his own. The red elastic bands wrap diagonally around Peter's center, and the lace at his crotch and chest stretches over the skin perfectly. 

He looks edible.

"Fuck, look at you..." Tony gasps. "I swear it took everything in me earlier not to step up on that platform and kiss you earlier." 

As if imagining it, Peter shivers. Tony smirks, and runs his fingers through Peter's hair. "I have a feeling you would have liked it if I had, baby." 

The title makes Peter's eyes widen and he blushes. 

"Noted." Tony chuckles, "How far do you want to take this?"

"All the way. I just... I want your cock so bad, Daddy..."

"Fuck..." he groans, "Yeah, we can... we can make that happen. Fri, lock down this floor, make sure no one gets in." 

"On it, sir," she replies.

"You have my full attention, Daddy," Peter whispers, shyly, "Do what you think I am worthy of."

"Honey, you've had my full attention since I put my name on your neck. And as for what you're worthy of? I think you've earned being spoiled on my cock until you're begging. How does that sound?"

Peter shivers and nods, "Please, Daddy... Make me yours."

He chuckles and unbuttons his slacks, watching as Peter tracks every single motion of his hands. "Desperate?" 

The younger man blushes, and lowers his gaze to Tony's shoes, not replying.

"I'm going to take that as a yes."

"Can we just... Can I--?" He raises his hands to Tony's belt.

"Fuck, of course you can, Peter." Tony nods, pulling his cock through the front of his boxers. "It's all yours."

Peter pushes forward, taking the tip into his mouth with practiced ease. 

"Have you done this bef-- Oh fuck there..." Tony groans, hand falling into Peter's hair.

"Never kiss and tell, Daddy." He winks, licking along the side of Tony's length, sucking kisses into the skin. 

"Fuck, Peter..." His hips jump when the younger man takes the crown into his mouth, sucking slowly down until he's buried the hilt of Tony's cock in his mouth. "How... did you... get to be so good at this?" His chest rises and falls as Peter watches through a hooded gaze. "You're so good for me, Peter..."

He pulls off, lips swollen and pink, "Say it?"

Tony runs his fingers through his hair, catching on the curls, "So good for Daddy." 

Peter whimpers, taking Tony’s dick back into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and suckling sloppily. Slowly, Tony's hips push back against his sucking, creating a slow rhythm. 

"Can I fuck your mouth, baby?" 

He nods as much as he can, dropping his jaw to allow for space. 

Experimenting with a thrust, Tony pushes his dick further into Peter's mouth, reveling in the tight heat surrounding him. He pulls back, repeating the motion a few times, gasping when Peter's gurgles vibrate around his length.

Releasing his hold, he allows Peter to pull off and catch his breath, watching as the younger man wipes drool from his lips, and tears from his eyes. 

"Again?"

"When you're ready, sweetheart. You're doing so good for Daddy, baby. I'm going to go a little faster."

As promised, he speeds his rhythm up, thrusting into Peter's mouth, each breath carrying a desperate moan. "Fuck, Peter..." He tangles his hands in Peter's hair, pulling Peter's head in an opposing pattern to his hips, "Just a little more, sweetheart... And then I'll make you feel good too."

"Don't... Don't have to." Peter croaks, pushing his hips down against the ground. "'m good."

"Are you getting off on this, Peter? Enjoying me using your mouth? You enjoy being used by Daddy?" Tony purrs, tangling his hands in Peter's hair, pulling him forward again, "Good. Because Daddy loves using your pretty mouth." 

Peter whimpers, sucking Tony back into his mouth, licking the beads of precum off the tip and down the side. He shivers, fucking his own mouth. 

"Fuck, sweetheart... Can't... Can't fucking do that, I'm too close." 

Tony swears he sees Peter's eyes sparkle when he says that, but he couldn't be sure. Not with his head falling back in a louder-than-necessary moan. 

Peter shivers at the sound, and the vibrations of his own moans are what brings Tony over the edge. 

He shouts Peter's name, bucking sloppily into his mouth, groaning loudly. "Fuck, so good for me baby... So fucking good." 

Peter swallows around him, licking the remnants away, pulling off with a soft pop. 

Tony tucks himself back into his boxers and sinks next to Peter, "God... Why haven't we done this sooner?" 

Peter shrugs dazedly, head falling against Tony's shoulder. He wraps his arms around Peter, kissing him softly. The man tastes himself, and he smiles against Peter's lips. 

"As for you..." he reaches down, slipping his hand into Peter's lingerie, and is met with a wet spot, and Peter's hypersensitive cock. "You-- You came untouched?"

"Mhmn.."

"Fuck, kid..." Tony gasps, "What did I do to deserve you?"

"Everything," Peter whispers back, nuzzling closer, feeling completely owned.  Just as he should be.

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starker one shot - odd man out

Title: odd man out Fandom: MCU Pairing: Starker (Tony Stark x Peter Parker) Rating: Mature (Mild NSFW - Established Relationship - Jealousy - Possessive Tony - Aged Up Peter Parker - Car Sex) Prompt: Possessive! Tony Word Count: ~1,925

Summary: The Avengers are at a fancy dinner gala, and Tony gets an extreme case of jealousy over his young lover, and how flirtatious Peter seems to be with their other teammates.

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Tony was trying to keep his cool. He began to count to ten in his head, starting from ten and working his way backwards as his eyes tracked the person that was causing his current state. He could see him across the room, looking as stunning as ever in a three piece suit that he had custom-made for him, because of course he was going to dress his lover in the finest clothes that his tailor could offer. The suit hugged him in all the right places, almost too good, if Tony was being honest with himself. But that was fine, it was fine. It didn’t matter. Just because his lover looked like a piece of meat waiting to be eaten by anyone didn’t actually mean that that was the case. 

Except, it totally was. 

He could see Thor now leaning in towards his lover, who was laughing at whatever lame joke the stupid God of Thunder was saying to him. He could see Steve was also standing nearby him, the three of them now in a conversation that Tony wished he could hear. From the way the three of them were laughing, he knew that it was about him. It had to be. 

“Want another drink, Tones?” He turned to look at his best friend, who was coming back to their table after getting roped into a conversation with someone from Washington. “What’s the matter? You look like you’re upset.” 

“I’m. Not. Upset.” The words came out clipped, his tongue pushing against the back of his teeth as he kept his eyes locked on his lover. 

“Sure. Right.” Rhodes rolled his eyes. “Look, I’m going to grab another drink. I’m surprised you didn’t ask Peter to bring you something back.” Rhodes pointed across the room where his lover was. “Ah. Okay. Yep. That makes a lot more sense.” 

Tony tore his eyes away from the way Peter was now hanging off of Steve’s shoulder, Steve’s arm around his waist in a companionable way. To anyone else, it would look like two friends having a laugh, but to Tony it looked like Peter was being stolen away from him. And he did not like having his things touched. In any sort of manner. “What?” He looked at Rhodes, who was shaking his head and chuckling. “What the hell is so funny, Rhodey?” 

“You, Tony. You.” Rhodes pointed across the way. “The kid has been on the team for how long now?” 

“Three years.” 

“Three years!” A loud laugh left his friend’s mouth. “Do you see how stupid you look right now? You know the kid is madly in love with you. If you’re worried that he’s flirting, well, I mean, he probably is. But that’s because he’s a nice kid, Tony.” Rhodes came over to him, and put his hand on his shoulder. “Stop being jealous.” 

“I’m not.” Tony knew he was. He was more than jealous. This was bad. This was dangerous. 

“You are a terrible liar, Tones. Now, sit there and stop looking like you want to murder your teammates.” Rhodes stepped back. “I’ll go get Peter and bring him back to you. Will that make you happy?” 

“No.” 

“Again with the lies.” Tony watched Rhodes walk away, listening to his laughter that made that anger continue to boil inside of him. Of course Rhodes was right. He wanted Peter by his side. He needed Peter by his side. No one else was supposed to touch him. That friendly business with both Steve and Thor was not going to happen again. Not if he had something to say about it. 

Five minutes later, Rhodes was walking back with Peter, who was leaning up against him, looking completely shitfaced. Ah. Now it made sense. Peter did have a tendency to be more flirtatious when he had a little bit too much to drink. And if he knew any better, he’d have to say that Thor no doubt had given him some Asgardian whiskey - that shit was the only thing that could get Steve drunk. And with Peter’s high metabolic rate, it would do the trick nicely. 

“Tony!” Peter dropped down in the chair next to him. “Hi. Hi, Tony. Hi, Mr. Stark.” 

He pinched the bridge of his nose, and resumed counting again. “Peter.” It was no secret that the two of them had something going on between them. While it wasn’t necessarily announced that they were together, Tony thought better of his colleagues who were supposed to be keeping an eye on his lover. Not flirt back with him when he got like this. “Did Thor give you something tonight?” 

“You mean the booze?” Peter’s head was now resting on his shoulder. “That stuff is strong, Mr. Stark.” 

“Peter.” As much as he adored his lover calling him by that name, he also liked it when he referred to him by his first name. “Come on. Party’s over.” He stood up, and put his arm around Peter’s waist. The memory of how Steve had been standing in this same exact position made him grumble under his breath, still not quite pleased by how this dinner was turning out tonight. 

Peter leaned up against him, his arm thrown around his waist. Tony grimaced, the strength that Peter used wasn’t quite painful but it was pretty close. “Are we going home now, Tony?” 

“We are.” He nodded his head. He looked across the room, and flipped Steve and Thor off. Steve looked offended, and Thor began to laugh his head off. He’d lecture Steve later. 

Happy pulled up at the valet, Tony opening the back car door. He helped Peter into the backseat, and then crawled in after him. “Happy - let’s stop by Burger King on the way back to the tower, please.” 

“You got it, boss.” The partition went up, leaving Tony alone with Peter. 

Looking down at his shoulder, he saw Peter’s eyes were closed, but he wasn’t asleep. Not yet. “Peter.” He saw his eyes open. “Do you know why we’re leaving?” 

“Because I messed up.” 

He shook his head. “No, baby. You didn’t mess up.” He reached for Peter’s cheek, and gently rested his hand against it. Peter turned into the touch, making his own anger ebb away as he stared at his lover. “I….have issues.”

“About what?” 

Tony gently stroked his thumb across the soft skin of Peter’s cheek, his breath touching his wrist, the cool air feeling nice against his somewhat heated skin. “I don’t like it when others are putting their hands on you.” 

“They were??” The confusion in Peter’s voice made Tony’s heart ache. “Who was touching me? I’m sorry, Tony.” 

“You probably weren’t aware it was happening, but it was all I could see.” Tony brought his forehead close to Peter’s, his lips hovering above his as he kept his hand resting against his cheek. “I don’t like it, Peter. You’re mine.” 

“Yours.” Peter whispered, nodding his head. “I’m yours, Tony. I don’t want to be anyone else’s but yours.” 

“I know, baby.” It felt good to hear the confirmation. “No more drinking that Asgardian alcohol, okay? Not unless I’m physically there with you.” 

“I promise.”

Lowering his head, he sealed his lips over Peter’s, moaning low as Peter’s lips parted for him almost immediately. He slipped his tongue inside of his mouth, tasting the strong liquor on his breath, but it was fine. He knew his own probably tasted like bourbon, as that was his own drink of choice. They made out in the backseat, Peter moving to sit on his lap, the two of them now grinding against each other, the physical need to be together too powerful to ignore. 

Happy tapped on the partition. Tony groaned as Peter pulled away, burying his head against his neck as Tony tapped on the intercom. “What’s up, Happy?” He asked, Peter’s steady panting in his ear making this a very difficult conversation for him. 

“We’re home, boss. I’ll take the burgers upstairs. You two, uh…well..” 

“Loud and clear, Happy. Thank you. See you upstairs.” 

The intercom went silent, and Tony heard a car door open and close. He put his lips against Peter’s ears, his hands going down to grab a handful of his ass. “We’re alone. And home.” 

“F-Fuck me, Tony?” 

“It’d be my pleasure, baby.” 

They quickly got out of their pants, and Tony quickly rolled a condom on. As much as he hated them, he knew that this would be the best route right now, as it would be the least messy. Pushing the tip of his cock up against Peter’s spread hole, he brought him back down onto his lap, his cock pushing against Peter’s inner walls as the both of them moaned in succession. 

He reached between their bodies and grabbed onto Peter’s cock, jerking him off as he watched Peter bounce himself hard. “T-Tony!” Peter’s hands were on the roof of the car, his hips undulating back and forth, Tony’s cock being pushed deeper into his body. “T-Tony, I’m gonna…” 

“Come, baby…” He moaned low, his own release mere seconds away. “Come for me, Peter…” He begged Peter, and listened as Peter’s moans began to change. Cum began to coat his fingers as he stroked Peter through his release, moaning low. “Yes….” He dropped him down one final time onto his lap, and released a groan as he spilled his own mess into the condom, his ears ringing as he came hard. 

Peter returned his head to his shoulder, panting hard. “Gosh, that was nice.” A goofy smile was now on his lover’s face. That was the smile that Tony adored. The smile that only he gets to see. 

“It was, wasn’t it?” Using his handkerchief, he cleaned up his hand and took care of the little leakage from Peter’s softening cock, then slowly lifted him up off of his lap. He was quick to tie off the condom, and then tucked himself back into his pants. “Let’s go eat some cheeseburgers.” 

“Mmmm cheeseburgers.” 

Back upstairs, the two of them sat at the communal dining room table, enjoying their burgers and fries when the rest of the Avengers returned from the party. Peter excused himself, and Tony watched him leave as Steve came over at him, and shook his head. “You could have said something, Tony.” 

“I did.” He held up his hand, and flipped him off again. “You of all people should know by now, I don’t like my things touched.” 

“It was nothing.” Natasha was quick to come to Steve’s defense. “Don’t worry about it. It won’t happen again. We know Peter is yours.” 

“Damn right.” Tony wadded up the wrappers of his burger, and tossed it into the trash. “Good party tonight. Ten out of ten, let’s do it again.” 

“You know we will.” Clint remarked, as he dropped down onto one of the couches. “Go be with Peter, Tony.” 

He waved them off, and then headed to Peter’s room, where he saw his lover was waiting for him with a shy smile on his face. “Sleep here tonight?” Peter requested. 

“As if I would sleep anywhere else.” 

The group knew how he felt about Peter, and how he felt about certain things. Tony knew that this would more than likely happen again, because no one seemed to care about how he felt about certain things. And that was fine. He would do this again, and again. Because that’s who he was. Tony Stark, the billionaire playboy who had problems with sharing. 

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[authoressofdarkness]

Happy to announce that I am ALIVE and doing the @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo again this year! Working on a few fills and they won't always be in order like this, but this just happened to be half completed in my drafts and was an easy fill. Keep your eyes peeled for more bingo fills and updates from me! Love y'all!

Also, if this feels familiar it's because it's an extended version of/inspired by a moodboard I did a long while back. I hope everyone enjoys! 💙

Fill: Thigh Fucking

This facility has a prime selection of omegas. 

Tony has no intention of taking any one but the best one. One that’s perfect for him — someone young, sweet, innocent, untouched, and well-behaved. He doesn’t have time to mess with badly behaved pets. He’s a very busy man. He needs one that will do exactly what he tells them to, when he tells them to, both sexually and otherwise. 

He doesn’t really care what kind of hybrid they are. He’s leaning more toward something canine, or at least not feline. He doubts he’d get along well with a feline. He wants a hard worker, someone eager to please, and preferably as horny as he is. Felines… usually don’t tick many of those boxes.

This is the fourth center he’s been to today. He’s determined to find a pet and not go home empty handed — but he’s not willing to settle for less than exactly what he wants, either. So they continue looking. 

But he thinks his looking is about over. 

One whiff of that sweet scent, and he’s intrigued. He scents the area again, eyes searching for where his nose is leading. 

And when he lands on it, he can’t help but grin. 

It’s a puppy hybrid — and a pretty one, at that. Big doe eyes, soft, dark curls, porcelain skin draped in a soft gown. He’s over in the corner of the display room, curled up in one of the soft chairs and working on some knitting. He’s looking through the glass directly at Tony when Tony’s eyes find him. He immediately grows a smirk that flashes his canines, and the puppy blushes and drops his eyes back to his knitting quickly. 

“That one,” Tony says, sure of himself. 

Less than fifteen minutes later, a worker is guiding the omega into a private meeting room by the leash around his throat. They’ve changed him into a completely transparent white slip, and muzzled and bound him. 

The puppy seems more curious than anything as the worker places the leash in his waiting hand and leaves the room, though his scent betrays a hint of nerves. 

“Don’t be scared, sweet thing.” He wraps the leash around his hand a few times, shortening it, and gives it a firm tug, pulling the omega a few steps closer. “I won’t hurt you, if you can behave. I just need to do a more thorough examination before I decide whether to buy you or not. Talk to you a little. Can you be a good boy for me while I do that?” 

The omega nods quickly, and he smiles. “Good boy. Sit here, would you?” He pats the table behind him. “Just hop on the edge for me.”

He compiles. Tony offers him his best attempt at a gentle smile. “Thank you. Now…” 

He’s a real potential buyer, not just some walk in wanna-be off the street, so he knows he’s allowed to touch. So he does. He lifts the poor excuse for a slip that the omega was wearing up and almost entirely off, looking him over. He lets himself run a hand down his front, from his chest right down between his thighs. 

The pup gives a little surprised yelp at that, though it’s mostly contained by the muzzle. Tony just chuckles, shushing him. “Easy, pup. I’m just trying to get a feel for what might be mine, hm? I’ll be gentle.”

Tony pushes the puppy down, so he lays flat on his back on the table, and spreads his legs wider, taking a good look at him. The curls between his thighs look just as soft and pretty as the ones on his head. He pets there, gently, looking up at the omega’s face. His eyes flutter beneath the muzzle, breath hitching in his chest. 

“Look at me.”

Bambi eyes flutter open, locking on him. His hips squirm just a little under the touch. 

“You like it when I pet you here, sweetheart?” 

He nods quickly again, eyes wide and pupils huge. 

Tony smiles. “Good. I’ll pet you here often.” He stops, setting his hands on his thighs. “I’m a busy man, Peter. When I make time for you, I expect not to be told no. I also expect obedience. You do what I tell you when I tell you to do it, or there will be punishment — and if it happens too much, I’d have to get rid of you. Understand? Can you handle that?” 

Another nod. 

“Good.” He grabs his waist, pulling him a bit closer. He’s satisfied with the answers, and the pup’s attitude. He seems pliant and eager to please. And he’s even more gorgeous than he imagined. “Now, you’re not leaving here without my scent on you. And I know just how to do it.” 

He sits the pup up and rests his hands on his thighs. “Take out my cock, puppy.”

Eager to please, his puppy complies, little hands opening his fly and fishing his cock free from his pants. His hands are small and warm, unsteady, but they feel perfect wrapped around the base of his cock. 

“Go ahead, look at it, pup. Touch, just for a minute,” he encourages. 

The pup does, clumsy as he starts to stroke him, but obviously trying his best. Tony doesn’t mind. He’ll train him just how he wants him when they get home. And right now, just the thought of doing that is enough to make him hard, which is all he really wanted him to achieve right now anyway. 

“Good boy,” Tony praises, then catches the pup’s wrists. “That’s enough. Lay back on the table.”

He does, letting his hands fall to his sides and his legs fall open again as he does. Tony chuckles, grabbing two handfuls of the omegas thighs and pressing his legs together. “Just like that…” He shifts them both until he’s perfectly lined up, cock easily slipping between his thighs. The omega has started to get wet by now, and slick dripping from his hole is enough to make it a perfect, smooth glide as he begins to fuck the omega’s thighs. 

Even their bodies are almost perfectly in sync. Tony can't hide his excitement, and he doesn't try, either, lips curving into a downright feral smile. 

Though Tony is making no attempt to pleasure him, the omega is only getting wetter, and the little whimpering sounds he makes – presumably at the friction, but also maybe at just how turned on he is – are almost enough to push him over the edge on their own. Tony growls, the sound low in his chest, and then comes without warning him, coating the omega's thighs and the front of his body. 

The puppy squirms, but not like he's trying to get away; almost as if he wants to roll around, probably basking in the alpha's scent, the obvious claim he's staked on his body. He's looking at him with those big eyes again, his pupils blown wide. The nerves he smelled before are still there, but the pup's unmistakable horniess is so strong it covers it up almost completely. 

Tony grinned, showing entirely too many teeth to be reassuring, but he didn't care. He has exactly what he wants, now.

He lets go of the omega and fixes his pants, tucking his cock away for now. Again, the omega's legs fall open almost automatically, and Tony rumbles again at the sight, this time with a possessive edge.

He bent to press a kiss to the omega's sticky thigh, then another over his wet heat, chuckling when the pup jumps under him. He straightens, taking the omega's hands and pulling him upright.

"In the car…" Tony promises, lips close to his ear, and only when he's drawing back does he realize he never even asked for the puppy's name. He takes the tag on his collar between two fingers. "Peter. Hmm. Pretty name for a pretty puppy. Now, let's get on with it, shall we?"

Taking the leash in hand again, Tony gives a firm tug and the omega hops off the table, trotting at the alpha's heels toward the door. His slip falls back into place, but there's no hiding the mess Tony made of his body underneath it. Just the way Tony likes it. 

Tony orders all paperwork and payment requests sent to him at home. He's Tony Stark, after all. No one is going to stop him, and no one does as he walks his new pet to the car waiting for them outside.

Tony slides in and pulls the puppy onto his lap, hands already underneath his slip again. "You and I are going to have so much fun together," he tells him, and Peter just looks at him with those perfect wide doe eyes as the car speeds away. 

[starkersparks]

Hermit in the Woods AU for SF Summer Bingo.

[belladonnabedlam]

@starkerfestivals Summer Bingo Fill: Angel & Demon AU

Demon!Peter easily seduces Angel!Tony with his boyish charms and sincere earnestness. 😈👼

[starkerfestivals]

StarkerFestival's Extended AUpril!!

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

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

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

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

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

Other Events:

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

Edit: This event is now live Here!

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

Below the cut are the written versions of the prompts.

Extra rules:

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

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

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

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

Tag every trigger appropriately, as always.

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

Happy AUpril everyone!

Light Bingo AUs:

Royal

No Powers/Modern

Coffee shop

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

Celebrity (Actor, Singer, Streamer, etc.)

Artist/Author

Fix-it

Librarian

Star Wars

Magic (HP, Realism, Fantasy etc.)

Aged Up/Down

Angel/Demon

Lesbian Starker

Decorator

Soulmates

Cottage/Countryside

Dark Bingo AUs:

War/Military

YA Distopia (Hunger Games, Divergent, etc.)

Criminal

Superior Iron Man  

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

Firefighter

Game of Thrones

Detective 

Apocalypse

Break Up/Make Up

Blood

Lovers to Enemies

Stockholm Syndrome/Kidnapping

Historical

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

Mafia

[starker-sorbet]

Barista Tony flirting with the cute college student that stops by his coffee shop each day

@starkerfestivals Extended AUpril: Coffee Shop card below