"Stop fighting me, spiderling," Tony said with a wicked grin. "You know there's no stopping me." Oh, Peter never ceased to entertain him with that dumb little hero-complex of his.
"I'll never stop, Tony," Peter hissed through gritted teeth and launched himself at Tony once again. It wasn't hard for Tony to evade his actions and he Peter's wrists within the iron grips of his suit, pinning the kid against the wall mid-air. Tony inhaled sharply at the collision, and bit his lips looking down at the pretty kid. A shame, really, that he hadn't given in. Yet.
The first time Tony ever laid his eyes upon Peter, he knew he wanted him by his side. As a toy, a pet, or perhaps in a long, more distant future, his lover and partner in crime.Ā
He'd make sure Peter would learn to trust him. It was only a matter of time.
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Made for the following prompt: "Superior Iron man taking over the world and finding Peter in his process of ruling and threatening the world, and falling in love with him (can also be really dark or non/dub-con, but doesn't have to be)."
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Haikyuu week 2020: Day 6: We Donāt Need Things Like Memories: Begunnings and Endings
I wrote this a few weeks back, but I thought it fit into this theme for today, so here we are. Tooru and Hajime saying goodbye and Tooru sets off for Argentina.Ā
ok guys, i need some help, how in the world do you describe an accent with out sayingĀ āsouthernā orĀ āAsianā or whatever the name of the accent really is?
iām trying to write a character that has never heard ofĀ āAsianā anything, and when she meets and Asian character how do I go about describing him correctly?
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It's time foooooooooorrrrrr... "Amok Time" by Five Year Mission! (Idk whatās worse about having to write a Starker fic based on this song; 1) the fact that it exposes my obsession with Star Trek TOS even through my taste of music, 2) the fact that itās AMOK TIME on the 69th place bc of the homoerotic content of the episode the song is based on, or 3) the fact that I went like āI can totally write a realistic drabble about Starker in Space lollll. Either way⦠Enjoy this Starker/Star Trek/Fuck or Die thingy⦠I guess? ;P)
#69: Amok Time (listen here!)
Peter was the youngest Starfleet Captain to have ever existed, and rightfully so. Heād superseded the outstanding legacy of Captain James T. Kirk with his quick thinking and creative solutions to the issues at hand on the USS Avenger.Ā
Later, after this whole incident was over, Peter knew this might be one of the most creative ideas heās ever had to ensure the safety of his crew, but right now, he could not think about it even if he wanted to. Starkās cock in his ass sure managed to take over his ability to think straight.Ā
āStark!ā Peter cried out, panting heavily underneath the man. Stark whined, a low grunt rumbling from the depths of the Vulcanās throat.Ā
āMine,ā he hissed, pounding his Captain harder. āYouāre mine, Peter.ā
Peter didnāt know if Stark would still feel the same way once his blood fever passed, but at this moment, Peter couldnāt care less. He nodded desperately, his nails clawing at Starkās back hard enough to draw green droplets of blood. āYours, Iām yours!ā
Stark started to fuck him harder, hips snapping back and forth with such strength that for a second Peter was scared he was gonna get seriously injured, not that Banner wouldnāt be able to fix him, but⦠He didnāt think heād ever get plowed this hard. It was so goddamn hot, though, the way Stark was all open and raw, panting, claiming him.Ā
āPeter, Imma-!ā With a loud, animalistic cry Stark came, his alien dick pushed deep inside Peterās ass. Peter gasped, clenching around him as he felt the cum fill him up. Yours, he thought again, and Stark as the touch telepath he was, moaned, body shaking, and then- oh god. Peterās eyes flew open wide when he felt Starkās cock swelling inside him rapidly. Jesus.Ā
āS-Stark- whatās that? Oh, fuck!āĀ
Starkās face broke into a wide, playful grin. He moved his hips slightly, pushing the swollen nudge even further inside Peter. Peterās eyes rolled back, and he sobbed happily. It felt so good. Too good.Ā
āYou like my knot?ā Stark inquired, still breathing hard. Peter nodded, eyelids heavy. āIt was made to keep our cum inside our partners for as long as possible. It takes a while to go down, though my blood fever seems to have faded⦠Want me to care of your cock darlinā?ā Peter nodded again, knowing that if he spoke there wasnāt much he could say, and he gasped loudly when Starkās fingers wrapped themselves around his cock. He jerked him fast, squeezing in all the right places. Peter gasped, rocked his hips up, and gripped at the sheets beneath him when he felt Starkās knot move inside him, and yet, at the same time, it held him in place. Stark chuckled darkly and leaned in to kiss his Captain.
āIāve always wanted to do this,ā Stark murmured hotly against his lips. Peter keened with pleasure, catching Starkās lips between his teeth and dragging him down in a hot, messy kiss. Itās too much, too good, and before Peter even knew what was happening, Stark flicked his thumb past his cock one last time, and Peter came with a loud cry.Ā
Peter rode out the waves of his pleasure, enjoying the way the Vulcan cradled him in his arms and peppered him with kisses all over his face, his neck, his chest, until finally, his knot seemed to shrink.Ā
Stark grunted when he pulled out and collapsed on top of Peter.
āDid it⦠Help?ā Peter asked softly. Stark nodded.
āYeah, the blood fever has passed. I⦠Thank you, Captain. You didnāt have to do this.ā
āMr. Starkā¦ā Peter sighed. āIf I hadnāt done this, you wouldāve died. I could not bear the thought. Besides, we⦠had fun, didnāt we?ā
āFun, Captain? Vulcans would never describe the Pon Farr as a time of fun.ā He paused. āI suppose you humans would see it that way.ā
āOh shut up, Stark.ā Peter laughed and shoved him a little. He didnāt miss the playful sparkle in Starkās eyes, but it was clear that now that the blood fever had passed, Stark would go back to his old insufferable self. Peter smiled. Ah well. He loved him like this, and he knew theyād get their chance to talk. They would.
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Hi, for the Spotify Starker Ficlet: Maybe lucky number 7?
I hope you have a great day with lots of cookies and mulled wine!
Hi there! Thank you so much for your kind words, I hope you have a wonderful day as well! And yes, lucky number seven indeed! <3 Here's a little ficlet based on the song "Green Green Dress" from the movie Tick, Tick... Boom! I hope you like it!
#7: Green Green Dress (listen here!)
āPeter⦠What is this?ā Tony said, his voice uncertain and unsteady as he picked up the green piece of fabric from the floor. Heād decided to give his boyfriend a surprise visit in his little studio apartment but was surprised to find⦠Well, this. Tony had hoped it wouldnāt be what he thought it was, but now that he held it, there was no room for doubt. It was a dress. A pretty, green dress. What was Peter doing with this? He wasnāt⦠Secretly seeing a girl now, was he?
Peterās eyes widened, and blood rushed to his cheeks. His jaw dropped, but then he quickly clamped his teeth together. He rushed to sit up from where he was lying in his bed.
āTony! Tony, itās not what you think it is-ā
āNo? Isnāt it?ā Tony hissed, his anger finally finding its way outwards. āBecause it sure looks like a dress, doesnāt it? Who does it belong to? MJ? Some other chick from MIT you failed to tell me about? You better fucking explain this!ā
Peter lowered his gaze and anxiously played with his fingers, before looking up again, tears in his eyes.
āI-Itās mine.ā
āI fucking kn- Wait.ā Tony felt his anger twist into a strange sense of confusion. āWhat do you mean, itās yours?ā
āI like to⦠Play around with it? I- It makes me feel⦠Pretty. God, Tony, Iām so sorry,ā Peter babbled and stood up to quickly grab the dress back from Tonyās prying eyes. āYou were never meant to find it, itās so fucking disgusting, I swear Iāll throw it out, and-ā
āWhoa, whoa, Peter,ā Tony cut him off. āSlow down a bit, will ya?ā Peter couldnāt look at him, not anymore, and he held the dress closely to his chest. Even if Tony had any doubts left, no one would embrace a piece of clothing like that unless it was incredibly important to them. The older man sighed, and he tried to ignore the shame in the back of his mind for jumping to conclusions so soon. He sat down on Peterās bed and patted the spot next to him. Peter hesitantly followed up on his suggestion.
āYou like to dress up, then?ā
āMh-mh,ā Peter mumbled in embarrassment.
āI- I am sorry, baby,ā Tony whispered and pulled his lover in for a hug. Peter buried his face against Tonyās chest and trembled slightly. Shit, Tony had really fucked this up. He had to make this right somehow.
āWill you show me, sweetness? I promise I wonāt judge you for this.ā He paused and lifted Peterās chin to look up at him. āI bet you look fucking gorgeous wearing that.ā
Peterās eyes lit up lightly at that, and he blushed again.
āReally?ā
āReally,ā Tony affirmed.Ā
Peter stood up awkwardly and took one last glance at the dress before slowly bringing it up and pulling it over his head. The stretchy fabric had to be pulled in all the right places, but soon enough, Tony felt his throat dry out when he saw how absolutely stunning Peter was like this. The fabric had a way of gripping Peter in all the right places. Clinging to his hips while the flowy skirt gave it a nonchalant vibe. His eyes trailed up. Fuck, he loved that Peterās navel was exposed, and the two breast pieces crossed over Peterās pecs perfectly. His muscular figure combined with the fragile feel of the dress made Tonyās brain shortcircuit.
āPeter,ā he breathed heavily. Peter squirmed a little where he stood, feeling exposed and uncertain, but soon, he recognized the sheer hunger that crossed Tonyās face. āPeter, cāmere,ā he grunted. Peter giggled and walked over to his boyfriend, straddling his thighs.
āYou⦠Like it?ā He asked quietly. Tony nodded, trailing his hands over the pieces of fabric and the bare skin it revealed. Fuck, he wanted to fucking jump Peter. āYou donāt want to know,ā He started, voice strained with lust, ā-what this green dress does to me on you. You are a pretty boy.ā
Peter gasped, and neither of them said anything for a long, long time.
-FIN
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Thank you so much for sending in a number! It's time for a not so lovey-dovey theme.... Get ready for stalker/young!Tony!
#22: Stalker's Tango
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Tony knew that he should've backed off weeks ago. Peter, the cute boy in his Practical Engineering classes at MIT, had made it abundantly clear he already had a girlfriend, MJ, and that he was not interested in Tony whatsoever. But Tony⦠Fuck it. He knew Peter would be so much happier with him instead. He could give Peter the world, and more.Ā
So he'd started slipping notes (which Peter politely thanked him for at first, but later ignored), started asking him out on dates, started spreading rumors about Peter giving him those secret, longing stares (Peter was staring at him, so it wasn't a lie!). Much to his liking, the rumors took off, and Tony's attention started to create a certain tension between the two lovebirds. See? If it was that fragile, it wasn't meant to be in the first place. Peter wasn't made for MJā¦
⦠He was made for him, and him alone.
"Tony, you gotta fuck off, you hear me? I'm done playing your games!" Peter hissed at him last class, after a massive fight with MJ that Tony hoped they wouldn't be able to fix. If that stupid girl got her hands off his destined lover, surely Peter would finally see Tony was the right guy for him.
Peter would never find anyone better than him. It wasn't that difficult to wrap your head around.Ā
To prove it, Tony started following Peter a few days ago. Trying to figure out his routine, and all the things he liked to do. Right at that moment, Peter seemed to have noticed him. Peter's eyes went wide, and he gripped his backpack tighter, fastening his pace.
Oh, baby, Tony thought adoringly, it's no use, I know exactly where you're going. Ā
This became clear to Peter too, apparently, because, after 5 minutes or so, he stopped dead in his tracks and spun on his heels, walking over towards Tony fast. Tony felt his heartbeat pounding in his throat. Yes, yes, it worked!
"Tony! Stop following me around, do you seriously want me to call the cops on you?" Peter spat out. Tony blinked.Ā
"Why, for being so hot?" He growled and took a step closer. "C'mon Peter, stop denying how perfect we are for each other⦠I know you can feel it too."
"If you really cared, you wouldn't have ruined my relationship!"
Tony's eyes glimmered with delight.
"You broke up?"
"Yes, so fuck you! Leave me alone!" With that and one last glare, Peter turned around again and stomped off. Tony grinned, feeling giddy and happy. Alright, Peter. Just for today⦠I'll give you some time to get used to me.Ā
But I won't stop until you see I'm the right person for you.
-FIN
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This is a sad one, 'm sorry! Thanks for sending in a number! <3
#4: I Love You But I Love Me More
Peter sobbed silently as he approached the Stark Tower. He hated this, hated that he had to do this, but he just couldnāt deal with Tonyās shit anymore. Heād been patient, heād been strong, but if Tony was truly this stuck in his old ways even after so many years of therapy and couple's counseling⦠Well, then Peter had to choose himself.
Once he finally walked in, he tried to look his cheery self, but he felt awful. His heart was frozen, making him numb, and his hands trembled where he'd stuffed them into the pockets of his worn jacket.
Dammit. Why did it have to be like this?
He knew Tony wouldn't be on his personal floor right now, so he stepped into the elevator and went up. Once he got there, he shrugged his backpack off his shoulders and quickly stuffed it with the very few belongings he left here over time. Some of his study books, a couple of shirts⦠and once his back was packed, he took the note he wrote from his pocket and carefully placed it onto Tony's coffee table. He bit down his lip and read it one last time.
Dear Tony,
I love you. I promise, and I hope you never forget what a wonderfully funny, smart, and caring man you are. I loved being with you, but you and I both know this situation is not sustainable.
You have to work on yourself, Tones. Get your shit sorted out. As much as I know you love me, your past is preventing our relationship from functioning as it should. I have to take this step back, I am so sorry, I hope you'll understand.
Please don't call me⦠Okay?
Take care,
Peter
Peter swallowed heavily and fought back his tears. He knew he was being harsh, but he had to make things clear from the get-go.Ā
So he turned around and left before Tony would find him and coax him back into trying one more time. Not this timeā¦
I'm sorry, Tones⦠But I have to take care of myself first.
-FIN
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Apparently itās a thing to write drabbles based on your Spotify Wrapped so !!!! Send me (Kim) a number and Iāll write a little Starker drabble based on the song!Ā