Day 8: Peter/Tony - Spanking

Day 8: Peter/Tony - Spanking

Tony’s earned a little indulgence. Maybe a lot. Especially when Peter’s practically offering himself up, two seconds away from “I’m stuck, fuck me loose.” Oh lord, have mercy— Or don’t. Tony presses his shoe against Peter’s back pocket, the sole staying there a little longer than necessary. Just… attracting his attention. No, let’s not call it that. That’s what Tony would’ve called it back when he lived in denial-land, pretending he had enough fucks left to spare. The sole stays there because Tony likes the way it looks—his foot on that ass.

Tony doesn’t dwell too much on how he came back. What’s the point? Or even on how he certainly came back wrong, as if showing up nearly a decade younger and sporting a black eye wasn’t a dead—ha—giveaway.

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 5.4k Bingo fills and cards under the fold

Peter Parker Bingo: SWF G4 - Vacation @pparkerbingo Peter Parker Bingo: NSWF O1 - Foreplay @pparkerbingo

Yeah, I normally don't jump on this train, but it high-key discourages me too.

If someone is not sure if they should comment, a smiley face or a thank you is all it takes for the writer to feel like they are not spending hours/days writing something they are tossing into a silent void.

Every comment, regardless of how short, matters so much.

Ask anyone who has posted if they are obsessively checking for feedback or for any type of affirmation for the first few days. Bet the answer is Yes.

Not to mention the fact that a few days later it's pretty much hopeless. Feels bad, man.

I could kiss every person who ever commented for me. Kisses for everyone.

This is why writers abandon stories. It’s not that we don’t love them, it’s because we don’t want to love them alone.

Is it slate? With the outside getting darker and darker, the warm air breezing in, the bracelet wrap looks like midnight remembering something it forgot at twilight. The clasp might as well be a mini solar flare in the dim of the spaceship's cockpit, and Tony tries and fails to recall the last time he bought something that wasn’t a self-indulgent binge that tends to accompany a close call and normally ends up with Peter muttering, “You shouldn't have.” Tony didn’t buy him this. He could have; it’s tasteful, not blinding like some gaudy, gem-encrusted monstrosity. It doesn't scream look at me, I'm worth more than your car. Instead, it whispers, look closer.

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Really, Tony lecturing about the dangers of accepting gifts from power players is a joke so rich it should be taxed. Status: Completed Rating: Explicit Fills: Starker Battleship: Sex Artifact (yuuuup; and lol) @starker-battleship Peter Parker Bingo: SWF B1 Square - Music @pparkerbingo Peter Parker Bingo: NSWF I1 Square - In Public @pparkerbingo Starker Festivals Summer Bingo: I3 Square - Risky Sex @starkerfestivals

Day 6: Bucky/Peter/Tony - Double Penetration Cyberpunk 2077 AU

Trust Tony, trying to do the right thing by people in Night City is about as pointless as claiming nobody can break through a Blackwall—whether you’re twenty-something without an eddie to your name in a red-and-blue onesie or a billionaire with a vendetta who saw the light during a glitched-out braindance.

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 2.8k Bingo fills and cards under the fold

Peter Parker Bingo: SWF G1 - No powers (technically) @pparkerbingo Peter Parker Bingo: NSWF B5 - Somnophilia @pparkerbingo Starker Festivals Summer Bingo: B3 - Double Penetration @starkerfestivals Winterspider Bingo: SWF N4 - Bucky is not the Winter Soldier (also technically) @winterspider-bingo Winterspider Bingo: NSWF N4 - Super Stamina @winterspider-bingo

Day 11: Bucky/Tony - Competence kink

To understand what happens, and, most importantly, why it happens, you have to understand that Tony’s not one to toot his own horn. Not too loud, anyway. Not to the extent that he could. Sure, sometimes the horn gets a little toot, but that’s just the way it works. But, ultimately, when you’re him, you don’t have to shout it from the rooftops—people just know. It’s in the air, it crackles, it fucking sizzles, it’s expected. And yeah, maybe that makes him sound like an egotistical bastard, but if the shoe fits, wear the damn thing with rockets strapped to the heels. If anyone’s earned the right to be a cocky asshole, it’s the guy who can whip up nanotechnology between his third coffee and second mental breakdown while telling shareholders to fuck off and enjoy the profits. So, let’s state the fucking obvious for clarity: he has nothing—absolutely nothing—to be self-conscious about.

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 7.1k

Day 9: Bucky/Tony - Breath Play

“Breathe for me, Tony,” Bucky orders, his quiet rasp vibrating through Tony’s bones, and lets up just enough for Tony not to pass the fuck out. Just say it, Tony’s brain taunts. Say you don’t just want him. Say you can’t breathe without him.

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 4.4k