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Sup bitches I’m back Gracie, 22, she/they, queer 18+ on my smut works please. I ship everything, so no hate. Just be nice please, I tag everything I can!

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Gracie’s New Year’s Resolution Masterpost

Here is where I will keep all the installments!

Here is the survey I’m using to determine which fics to redo and update, and here is a list of every fic I have ever posted!

Part one-The List, (Finale) 

Part two- I’m Steve Rogers, Tony’s Ex (Redo)

Part three-How Could You Forget? (Redo)

Part four- I Need a Divorce (continued)

Part five- This is Fine (Ch. 4) 

Part six- Social Media AU. || Spider-Man’s WIRED | 

Part seven - He’s Not My Boyfriend (Redo)

Part eight - Steve…What the Fuck? (Finale)

Part nine- Jailbroken Hearts (Finale)

Part ten- They Were Right and I Was Wrong (Redo + finale)

Part eleven- I Used You (ch. 2)

Part twelve- You’re More Than Just a One Night Stand (Redo)

Part thirteen- It’s Too Big Mr. Stark (Pt. 2)

Part fourteen - My Messy College AU

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send this to all your favorite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃

Back at you 😉

🥰 ilysm

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send this to all your favorite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃

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Sex Toys

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

Warnings: Genderbend, exploring with sex toys.

WC/Rating: 4092/E

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

[the-mad-starker]

Omg YeSSsss!! Gracie!! Somehow, you combined sexy, sweet, and funny in this one fic and I loved every word of it! 😭💗💗💗 Penny is so sweet and innocent but I'm sure she won't be for long with Toni going at her 😂

Truly though, your writing is so good, Gracie! After knowing you for years and reading your stuff in that time, it's amazing to see how your writing grew and is still growing 💗 love you!!

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Thank you 🥺🥰 ilysm!!!

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Sex Toys

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

Warnings: Genderbend, exploring with sex toys.

WC/Rating: 4092/E

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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Cockwarming

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

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

WC/Rating: 2222/E

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tony might, if he’s honest with himself. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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What Is Kinky?

Summary: Peter is talking with Aunt May on the phone, and Tony is getting bored.

Warnings: ghost!Tony, dub-con if you squint.

WC/Rating: 1561/0

Notes: Happy spooky month! Here is another installment for my ghost Tony AU.

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Peter’s legs shake with the effort of remaining standing, hand clamped over his mouth as he tries to keep his noises to a minimum. This crosses a line. This is too far. He’ll never forgive Tony for this.

“And anyway, it wasn’t even my patient! All I did was answer a call, it was a favor. Because Sandy wasn’t there to answer it herself, which she knows full well that I can bring up at any second!” May has been catching Peter up on the hospital drama for half an hour already - a consequence of Peter not calling enough this week, apparently - and Peter has been silent for the last five of those. His normal ‘hmms’ and ‘no!’ and ‘that bitch!’ are missing, the reason for which Peter will never forgive Tony. 

Tony, having gotten overly bored during May’s droning, had decided he wanted Peter to himself. He had been polite enough to start with asking on the white board. He even, when Peter shook his head no, was polite enough to grope Peter over his clothes instead of just pulling Peter’s pants down like normal. 

But then Peter had ignored him, focusing on May’s stories, and that was truly his biggest mistake. Tony has gotten relatively good at accepting a blatant no, but he still struggles with taking hints such as a lack of enthusiasm or annoyed glares. 

Seeing as Peter was ignoring him, strike one, and not saying no, strike two, Tony hD decided to pull Peter’s pants halfway down his ass and slip his fingers between his boxers and skin. Peter HAD tried to step away from Tony, but Tony’s other hand had clamped around Peter’s hip and kept him still. 

Peter had shook his head and tried to swat Tony’s hand away, but then two fingers were shoved inside of him, and he had needed to focus more on not moaning.

And that’s how he got to where he is now; a death grip on his kitchen counter to keep himself from falling as his knees start to fail him. Tony has four fingers inside of Peter, and he’s pulled Peter’s pants and boxers down to his ankles. 

“And then, you’ll never guess Peter! The bitch actually had the gall to tell John that Mr. Horowitz didn’t sleep the last night because I was the one who forgot to give him his ambien-” Peter gasps loudly as Tony rubs the pads of his fingers back and forth quickly over his prostate, but May only hums in agreement. “I know, right? As if John would ever believe her, I’m not the one who has a record of clocking out before I’m supposed to and leaving the night shift nurses without the handover for shift change!”

Peter swallows thickly as Tony pulls his fingers out, taking the brief respite to say something. “Plus, his ambien is scheduled for be-before you get there,” Peter agrees, proud that his voice sounds mostly normal if a little strained. 

May shouts in exclamation, and Peter can hear the chair she’s sitting in creak as she leans back. “Exactly! But I would have known that he hadn’t taken them yet if she had given me a handover. Honestly, Peter, you know I hate to say it, but she deserves to lose her job.”

Peter hums in agreement, and then bites his lip hard enough to bleed to keep his moan in. Tony has slipped inside of him, slowly forcing his way inside until their hips meet and Peter can feel his ghost’s balls against his own. “Shit,” he whispers.

“What was that?” May asks, drawing Peter’s attention back to his phone.

“Sorry, I almost dropped my phone,” Peter says, his voice shaking. “So then what happened?”

May gasps and starts back on her story, but Peter can’t hear her over the sound of his blood pounding in his ears. Tony pulls out just as slowly, stopping just before his tip can slip out, and then slowly pushes back in. 

Once their hips meet again, Tony grinds his hips in circles, pushing in as deep as possible in this position before pulling enough away to be able to do it again. Despite being too big for his tip to rub into Peter’s prostate, its size has the benefit that it’s so big it still pushes Peter’s prostate with the girth of his shaft. 

Peter rotates the phone so that it’s far away from his mouth, giving him a bit more room to muffle his noises. He’ll never forgive Tony for this, even if he’s going to ask for this scene to be recreated in the future.

“So John was all like, ‘just keep documenting everything, everything, and you’ll be fine.’ So he basically told me to rat her out in my notes!” May says, her voice lowering to mimic her boss.

Peter gasps loudly and bites his lip to stifle the following moan. May takes it for a gasp of surprise and keeps going, but Peter stops listening. Tony has changed tactics; now he pulls out torturously slowly, before slamming as deep into Peter as he can as hard and as fast as he can. Peter’s hips are going to bruise from how hard he’s slammed into the counter, but Peter can’t feel it right now. 

Tony uses one hand to lift Peter’s knee, using the counter to help him balance. The new position makes Tony feel even bigger inside of him, and Tony uses the new leverage to go even deeper inside of Peter. 

“Oh, fuck!” Peter whispers, shoving his fist in his mouth to keep quiet. Tony gives him a second to adjust, a small mercy he rarely gives. 

“I know!” May exclaims, and Peter thanks god that his whisper was appropriate for a reaction. She starts her story again, and Peter doesn’t even try to listen.

Tony squeezes Peter’s thigh and hip, before he starts to jack rabbit into Peter fast and hard enough to create loud slapping noises. Peter holds his breath to keep from screaming, his cock slapping into the counter with the force of the thrusts. 

“Peter? Where are you, what’s that noise?” May asks, and Peter almost curses.

Tony doesn’t relent, continuing the damning rhythm. The slapping noise is undeniably what she’s referring to, and Peter panics before he’s struck with genius.

“Sorry May, I need-I need to call you back. The bus–I’m trying to catch the bus. Fuck! Hold on May, I’ll call you back.” He hangs up and throws his phone on the counter, praying she'll accept the slapping noise as his sneakers on the concrete. 

Tony hooks his chin over Peter’s shoulder, slapping his hips even harder into Peter’s. He lets go of Peter’s hip to wrap a hand around his cock, matching pace to his hips. 

Peter throws his head back against Tony’s shoulder and wails, turning face into Tony’s neck. His orgasm wrecks through him, his cock spurting ropes of come onto the counter and covering Tony’s fist. Tony continues this for a few more minutes before letting Peter’s cock go and holding onto his hip instead. He buries himself deep, starting to fill Peter up with his own orgasm.

Peter pants heavily, letting Tony use his strength alone to hold him up. This is his favorite part, when Tony fills him up with his unfathomably long orgasms. Tony nuzzles his face into the back of Peter’s neck, allowing his leg to fall and grinding his hips as deep into Peter as he can.

Peter swallows thickly and picks up his phone, calling May back. This is going to take a while, for Tony to finish. “Hey, May. Sorry about that, I almost missed the bus. What were you saying?”

“Yeah, I could hear you running!” May laughs, and Peter feels his chest relax with the relief of her buying his excuse. “Anyway, so I was just going to say…” 

Peter tunes her out as he focuses on his stomach slowly growing by the minute. He uses his free hand to rub at his tummy happily. He winces as Tony grinds a bit roughly into him, his own cock trying to stir again. 

“Oh, well. Thank you for listening, Peter. When are you coming by to visit again, huh?” May asks after finishing her story.

Peter hums, leaning back into Tony. “This weekend, actually. I’ll bring lunch and we can watch a movie, yeah?”

Tony bites Peter’s shoulder, and Peter huffs in annoyance. He always hates when Peter isn’t home. 

“Sounds good kiddo. I love you, see you then!”

“Love you May!” Peter says, and disconnects the call. “I hate you, Tony. I can’t believe you did that to me.”

Tony slaps Peter’s hip, grinding deep again in punishment. 

Peter gasps, groaning softly. “That was the kinkiest thing I’ve ever done. And I have sex multiple times a day with a ghost.”

Tony reaches for his marker and scribbles on the board. Peter looks up at the writing, and hums in thought.

“Kinky is like…not normal sex. Um-normal meaning like. Just penis in hole sex.” Peter shivers as Tony pulls out halfway, and swallows thickly. “There’s lots of kinks, I can tell you all about them later.” Peter almost regrets saying it. He isn’t sure if he can survive sex much kinkier than a ghost filling him with come for 15 minutes straight.

[graceful-starker]

Public Sex

Summary: Peter and Tony attend a college frat party, and get wasted. Then they proceed to get off.

Warnings: Public Sex, drunk characters, underage drinking.

WC/Rating: 1566/E

Notes: This is a fill for @starkerfestivals's kinktober as well as the summer bingo prompt for drunken shenanigans. I hope you enjoy!

~

Peter grins as he falls into Tony’s lap, barely paying attention to the spiked punch spilling onto Tony’s chest. Tony rolls his eyes, but his hands land on Peter’s hips and one corner of his lips quirks up. “I got- I found more booze!” Peter proclaims proudly, pushing one towards Tony’s lips. 

Tony uses one hand to catch the plastic cup before he gets waterboarded, and lets Peter see a full smile now. “I can see that. I thought you needed to pee?”

Peter giggles softly, taking a sip from his own cup before licking the excess from his lips. Tony’s smile sharpens as his eyes track the movement. “I did! I did go, and then - but there was a couple in there, so I had to go to the one…the one upstairs. And when I came back downstairs, they…they, um, they had a new punch bowl out in the kitchen.” Peter nods with a proud smile on his face, satisfied that he made it through his story.

Tony shakes his head fondly, taking a few chugs of his own drink. He’s just about as drunk as Peter is, which is too drunk to think about consequences. “You’re so cute, Parker. I can’t believe no one has snatched you up yet.”

Peter’s cheeks pink slightly, and his smile turns shy. “Shut up. Dance with me, come on!” Peter says, but he doesn’t make a move to get up. 

Tony snorts softly, unheard over the deafening music of the party. He used to be a frequent of these frat parties, before a few months ago when he met one Peter Parker; the cute freshman was assigned as his lab partner for their bio-chem class, and Tony had been instantly smitten. After that, he had been spending most of his nights at Peter’s dorm room; studying, talking, getting high, you name it. But Bruce had begged him to come to this one, because a girl he likes is supposedly here. Tony had, of course, invited Peter to come too; and now Bruce is smoking with the girl in the back yard and Tony and Peter are left to their own devices. 

That had been about five cups each of whatever this spiked punch is. 

“Well?” Tony asks after a few moments, a laugh in his voice. “Are we going to dance?”

Peter beams at him, and starts to sway on top of Tony’s lap. “Dancing,” he mouths.

Tony shakes his head with a laugh, drinking more punch. “You’re wasted.”

Peter gasps as the song changes, and suddenly his hips are swiveling in circles to the beat of the song. “I love-I love this song!” he says, throwing his head back to chug from his cup. 

Tony’s mouth goes dry as he watches Peter. He watches the bobbing of his Adam's apple as the drink slides down that long neck. He watches the way Peter’s hips circle above his own hips, almost grinding down. He’s never wanted his friend more intensely than he does right now, and he wants to throw all caution to the wind and pull Peter’s hips down. Instead, he chugs the rest of his drink and places the empty cup on the table next to him. 

There’s a couple next to them on the couch making out, and her knee slips and hits Peter’s own leg where it’s thrown over Tony’s thigh. It startles Peter, who puts his own cup next to Tony’s. He goes to throw the girl a dirty look, before getting distracted by the show. His eyes widen, and his lips part in a surprised ‘o’. Tony has to bite his lip to keep from laughing. 

It isn’t hard to keep from laughing for much longer than that, however, because suddenly his crush’s ass is pressing down harder into Tony’s lap, eyes fixed on the couple next to them. 

Tony’s breath catches, and both hands squeeze at Peter’s hips. Either to tell him to stop or to keep going he isn’t sure- both feel like a good idea right now. 

Peter bites his own lip, his hands coming up to rest on Tony’s shoulders. He grinds down again, his hips moving in a small circle to mimic how he had been dancing earlier. His eyes are half lidded, and the brown is almost completely swallowed by the black of his dilated pupils. 

Tony groans softly, not wanting to distract Peter back into his senses. Instead, he subtly grinds his hips up to meet Peter’s movements, making the younger boy shiver and gasp softly. 

Suddenly those deep brown eyes are glued to Tony’s. Tony feels his eyes widen at the intensity he sees there, before they flutter shut again as Peter purposefully grinds down without any semblance of a dance move. 

“Fuck,” Tony hisses, forcing his eyes back open. “Peter?”

Peter grins, showing off the toothy smile Tony is slowly falling for. He leans forward, his lips tickling the shell of Tony’s ear and his breath making Tony shiver. “Look at them, Tony. Isn’t that so hot? They don’t even care that half the school is here and can see them.” Peter chuckles breathily, and Tony’s hands clamp almost uncomfortably tight on Peter’s hips. 

Tony hums, pretending to think about it, before turning his head to catch Peter’s lips. A small part of him is screaming in horror at the risk he’s taking, at the possibility of his friend freaking out and storming out. But then he feels Peter moan into his mouth, and that part of his brain goes quiet. 

Peter grinds harder into Tony’s lap, licking into Tony’s mouth sloppily. It’s inexperienced and a little gross, but Tony doesn’t care in the slightest. If anything, it makes it so much hotter. Peter’s tongue leaves his mouth and Tony chases it. He nips at Peter’s lip softly, tilting his head to slot their lips together again after.

Tony breaks the kiss with a gasp as Peter’s hand slides between them and gropes at Tony’s cock through his jeans. Tony grinds up into his hand, watching Peter’s face with lidded eyes. 

Peter’s cheeks are a deep red now, his eyes unfocused but aroused. His lips are shining with spit and red from their make out session. His tongue swipes across his lips again, and focuses his eyes on Tony’s. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispers, but it doesn’t sound like he wants to stop. He sounds like a kid talking to his friend about stealing cookies from the jar. Like they’re going to do it anyway, he just wants to point it out. 

Tony grins sharply, showing off too many teeth. “No one’s watching,” he lies, knowing full well anyone can decide to pay attention to them at any second. 

Peter pants softly, popping the button on his own jeans and shoving his hand inside to grind against. 

Tony’s eyes widen, and his breath leaves him all at once. Peter shoving a hand down his pants in the middle of a frat house party is the hottest thing he’s ever seen, by far. He pulls Peter’s hips down harder into his own, grinding into the younger’s ass as he watches him grind against his own hand. 

Peter throws his head back, and Tony can’t resist. He sticks his teeth into Peter’s throat, biting gently and licking the skin beneath his tongue. It makes Peter whine, and the vibrations feel good against Tony’s lips. 

Tony licks a stripe up Peter’s neck to behind his ear, and starts to suck a mark just under his earlobe. Peter makes a noise that belongs in a porno, and Tony’s hips are moving of their own accord. 

“Tony,” Peter pants, chest heaving into Tony. “If you keep doing that, I’ll come in my pants,” he teases. Or, complains. Tony isn’t sure which. 

Tony takes it as a tease, and growls into Peter’s throat. He moves his lips lower and sucks a new mark, teething at the spot as he grinds up harder. They look like they’re fucking, like Peter is riding Tony’s cock right here on a couch next to another couple making out. 

“I’m serious,” Peter gasps, the words high pitched and needy. 

Tony moves his lips up to the shell of Peter’s ear, licking it and blowing on the new wetness just to feel Peter shiver. “Then come,” Tony demands, pulling Peter’s earlobe into his mouth with his teeth. 

Peter curses softly and rolls his hips into his palm even faster. Tony curses and moves to Peter’s shoulder, biting roughly and letting Peter’s body rub against him. Peter bites his lip hard enough to bleed in order to keep his sounds soft as he finishes, the wetness spreading into his boxers against his hand. 

Tony growls at the sounds Peter makes, at the way his body wiggles almost uncontrollably as his orgasm runs through him. Tony is quick to follow, causing his own wet spot which is sure to affect Peter’s pants too if he doesn’t pull away soon. 

But he doesn’t. Instead, he collapses against Tony’s chest and pants into his neck. It's almost as hot as the show Peter just put on, and Tony’s cock gives a valiant twitch. “Fuck, baby,” Tony pants, nuzzling into Peter’s hair.

Peter laughs softly, kissing Tony’s neck without moving his head. “Let’s go back to my dorm, yeah?” he asks. 

Tony doesn’t need to be asked twice.

~~~

Bingo Board:

[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.

[graceful-starker]

GUESS WHO JUST GOT OUT OF THEIR WRITER’S BLOCK!!!

[starkerfestivals]

StarkerFestivals Announcements & Upcoming Events

Hello everyone!! it's mid-September which means SF's Summer Bingo is almost at it's end... or is it?!

We've decided to extend the summer bingo until the end of the year so that's another extra 3 months to get your prompts in or join us and get a card if you haven't already 🥳🎉

Updated Info: StarkerFestivals Bingo 2024

Please refer to this post for signups and rules: Link

Dates: Current - Dec 31, 2024

Tags: #SFSummerBingo24

Upcoming Events:

SF will be doing a two month Kinktober, Flufftober, and Whumptober.

Find more info on SF Kinktober here! (18+)

Find more info on SF Flufftober here!

Find more info on SF Whumptober here!

Other Announcements/Info:

For SF, we're still dedicated to planning events for our Starker fandom! However, we're considering different options in terms of the length and frequency of our events.

For summer bingo, we're currently exploring how the extended time will go but possibly in the future, we may keep bingo open year round and do it in sessions per year. (This is still up in the air and details will be decided upon at a later date.)

For other events, we're thinking of longer events possibly last 2-3 months or for a season with a few minor events here and there when mods are interested in doing so.

All this is because as a smaller fandom, we don't want to stress our awesome creators with a barrage of constant events 😔

Of course, opinions, suggestions, and questions are welcomed! Feel free to send in an ask or DM any of the mods ( @graceful-starker @the-mad-starker @starkersparks @papermacherainbow )

[starkerfestivals]

StarkerFestivals Kinktober 2024

Rules: 18+ event. Every content is accepted with no minimum. Only one fill per prompt. Stacking with other events: 👍🏻

Exception: A multi-chapter work can have multiple prompts, one per chapter. Multiple works, such as one moodboard and fic/drabble can count for two prompts

Tagging this event: #SFKinktober24 or @starkerfestivals

Duration: October 1 - Nov 30

AO3 Collection: SFOctober24

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Other Current Event Links:

SF SummerBingo | SF Flufftober | SF Whumptober

If you have any questions, feel free to DM any of the mods or send an ask to this blog.

Prompts as Text:

Public Sex

Netorare

Somnophilia

Baby Trapping

Cum Marking

Panty Kink

Hybrids

Service Top

Big Dick Tony Stark

Feminization

Marathon Sex

Wet & Messy

Cockwarming

Exhibitionsim

D/s Universe

Medical Kink

Aphrodisiacs

Fuck or Die

Arranged Relationship

Puppy Play

Sexting

Mirror

Spanking

Unusual Location

Shibari

Knotting

Marking & Biting

Breeding

Strength Kink

Pleasure Dom

Sex Toys

[graceful-starker]

I love your ghost Tony and Peter story. Hope theirs more of that.

;P

[graceful-starker]

Putting some positivity in your ask box because ily 🧡

I’m pretty sure I know who this is and ilysm2!!

[starkerfestivals]

Starker Festival’s Summer Bingo 2024 Sign-Up

Hey guys! It’s that time of the year again. We are extremely excited to announce the 2024 Starkerfestivals Summer Bingo Event!

Here is a link to the sign-up. 

SF Summer 2024 Bingo Form

This is the form for the Starker Festivals Summer Bingo Event. You can suggest up to 3 prompts for the bingo, then fill in your username, up

Dates

Sign Up Form opens - June 14

Cards for initial sign up sent out - June 24

Official Posting Date: July 1

(Note: Sign ups after June 24 will be given as soon as they're made. Also, sign ups for a bingo card will remain open until Sept)

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

General Info

The Starkerfestivals 2024 Summer Bingo will begin Monday, July 1st, 2024, and run until September 30th, 2024. Each participant will receive a personalized card with a 5x5 bingo of prompts.

Sign Up Form

You can sign up at any point before September 30th, but the event will start July 1st. If you complete the first bingo and want another, please feel free to sign up using the same link. If we do not get back to you with your new card within 24 hours, please send an ask or DM one of the mods.

Note: There are options to apply for NFF, FF, or a mixture of both. If you are under 18, we will only create FF cards for you. If you are 18+, feel free to choose which board you want.

Other Sign Up Info

We will start rolling cards out on June 24. The official posting date is July 1st but early signups can ask for any prompt swaps so their card is ready for the official start date 🎉

As mentioned previously, signups will remain open during the entirety of the event. After June 24th, cards will be made and then sent as soon as they're created. Prompt swap requests are also available during the entirety of the event. (These are prompts that you rather change out for something else- DM any mod for these requests).

After July 1st, please give us mods 24 hours to get your card to you, but if it has been over that, feel free to DM one of us or send in an ask.

Rules

You can only have one card active at any time. You may ask for another card after you have won your old one. As for a new card, you should receive it within 24 hours.

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 who 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:

Free space is free prompt choice. You can write or draw anything you like as a fill. Just please make sure it follows the rest of our rules as they apply.

We are not applying minimum requirements for the content created.

The only rule is that it is one prompt per fill. The exception would be multi-chapter fics (ex: the prompt "falling in love" can be claimed for chapter 1 and then a 2nd prompt, first kiss, can be claimed for chapter 2.)

You must tag everything appropriately, meaning make sure to tag every trigger/content warning correctly. If you're unsure whether or not something needs to be tagged, it’s always better to be safe than be sorry. 

To have us reblog it, you can tag your work as #SFSummerBingo24 or @ us here. We should get to it within 24 hours; if we haven’t, please feel free to DM one of us or send us an ask here. We won’t mind! <3

Collection for AO3 is also SFSummerBingo24

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

If you have any questions, please feel free to ask us in our ask box here, or DM one of the mods. @graceful-starker​ @the-mad-starker​ @starkersparks or @papermacherainbow

[starkerfestivals]

Summer Bingo has officially started!!

Sign up for a bingo card in the form above ⬆️

If you've signed up for a card and have not yet received one, please reach out to one of the mods ( @graceful-starker @the-mad-starker @starkersparks @papermacherainbow ) and we'll have it sorted out 💗

We're excited to see what everyone creates 🎉🎉

[starkerfestivals]

Starker Festival’s Summer Bingo 2024 Sign-Up

Hey guys! It’s that time of the year again. We are extremely excited to announce the 2024 Starkerfestivals Summer Bingo Event!

Here is a link to the sign-up. 

SF Summer 2024 Bingo Form

This is the form for the Starker Festivals Summer Bingo Event. You can suggest up to 3 prompts for the bingo, then fill in your username, up

Dates

Sign Up Form opens - June 14

Cards for initial sign up sent out - June 24

Official Posting Date: July 1

(Note: Sign ups after June 24 will be given as soon as they're made. Also, sign ups for a bingo card will remain open until Sept)

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

General Info

The Starkerfestivals 2024 Summer Bingo will begin Monday, July 1st, 2024, and run until September 30th, 2024. Each participant will receive a personalized card with a 5x5 bingo of prompts.

Sign Up Form

You can sign up at any point before September 30th, but the event will start July 1st. If you complete the first bingo and want another, please feel free to sign up using the same link. If we do not get back to you with your new card within 24 hours, please send an ask or DM one of the mods.

Note: There are options to apply for NFF, FF, or a mixture of both. If you are under 18, we will only create FF cards for you. If you are 18+, feel free to choose which board you want.

Other Sign Up Info

We will start rolling cards out on June 24. The official posting date is July 1st but early signups can ask for any prompt swaps so their card is ready for the official start date 🎉

As mentioned previously, signups will remain open during the entirety of the event. After June 24th, cards will be made and then sent as soon as they're created. Prompt swap requests are also available during the entirety of the event. (These are prompts that you rather change out for something else- DM any mod for these requests).

After July 1st, please give us mods 24 hours to get your card to you, but if it has been over that, feel free to DM one of us or send in an ask.

Rules

You can only have one card active at any time. You may ask for another card after you have won your old one. As for a new card, you should receive it within 24 hours.

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 who 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:

Free space is free prompt choice. You can write or draw anything you like as a fill. Just please make sure it follows the rest of our rules as they apply.

We are not applying minimum requirements for the content created.

The only rule is that it is one prompt per fill. The exception would be multi-chapter fics (ex: the prompt "falling in love" can be claimed for chapter 1 and then a 2nd prompt, first kiss, can be claimed for chapter 2.)

You must tag everything appropriately, meaning make sure to tag every trigger/content warning correctly. If you're unsure whether or not something needs to be tagged, it’s always better to be safe than be sorry. 

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