#starker kink exchange

[starkerhowlter]

Performative Dom

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

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

Gift for: @the-mad-starker

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

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

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

note: any underlined words are links

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Never mind."

"Peter..."

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

-----

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

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

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

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

"Supplies?"

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

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

This is a mistake.

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

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

_____

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

This is one of those times.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay..."

----

This was a mistake.

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

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

This was a mistake.

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

"I... You should pick." 

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

"L-like Iron Man red?" 

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

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

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

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

Tony hadn't held back. 

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, Peter?" 

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

Oh... Tony fucked up. 

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

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

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

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

"No on the silk."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Holy shit..." Tony whispers.

"That bad?"

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

He is so fucked.

---

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

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

'Fuck.' Tony's brain unhelpfully supplies.

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

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

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

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

-----

This is a mistake.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I need your signature on this NDA."

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

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

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

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

They hadn't discussed this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Service."

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

"Good. Nadu."

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

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

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

"Humble."

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

Tony's eyes widen.

This was a mistake.

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

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

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

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

This was a fucking mistake.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

----

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

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

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

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

----

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is this okay?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looks edible.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"On it, sir," she replies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can I fuck your mouth, baby?" 

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

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

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

"Again?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mhmn.."

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

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

Thank you so much for reading!!! Likes, Comments and reblogs are MUCH appreciated!

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[peachbabypie]

For the @starkerkink Exchange! I had the pleasure of filling @honeyimthedevil’s prompt which included: Tony wearing wings while fucking Peter, biting, Daddy kink, Posessiveness. Hope this lives up to what you were hoping for babe! I did my best to integrate as many kinks as I could :)

#starker #starker fanart #peterxtony #tonyxpeter #wing au #angel wing au #starker kink exchange #honeyimthedevil #peachbabypie draws #starkerkink2020

[trashystarker]

wily ways - a pepterony one shot

Title: wily ways  Fandom: MCU  Pairing: Pepterony (Pepper Potts x Tony Stark x Peter Parker)  Rating: Mature (NSFW - Shibari - Toys - Pegging - Mild Humiliation - Sub Space - Bottom!Tony - Fluff and Smut)  Word Count: ~3k Summary: Tony acts poorly, and has to endure some strong punishment from his two lovers. 

A/N: Here’s my gift for @tavreth for the Starker Kink Exchange. :) Please enjoy! 

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Tony heard the soft clicking coming down the hallway, his hands pausing what they were doing on his keyboard as he waited to hear them grow louder. He looked over at the desk nearby him, and saw Peter had his earbuds in, probably listening to something loud that could drown him out as he knew that today was going to be a difficult one. But so far he hadn’t made a sound, which Peter should be proud of, but again - of all the days, today is the day he decided to focus on his work instead of teasing Tony. Because Tony was already in a heightened state thanks to what he and their other lover decided to do to him earlier in the morning. 

He shifted on his chair, the minimal movement making the ropes that were tied to perfection dig a little bit more into the skin on his torso. He’d chosen to wear a baggier shirt than normal to hide the fact that he currently was tied up in a way that wasn’t very professional, but then again - when did he really ever dress ‘professionally’? The knots dug into his skin, releasing a burst of endorphins that could go nowhere as there was something keeping him docile in a way that he wanted to say was cruel punishment, but knowing it was there was ultimately the biggest turn on for him at the moment, which again - he couldn’t do anything about it. 

Another subtle shift made him feel the cool metal of the cock cage that his semi-flaccid penis was locked inside, the cage touching his inner thigh. That got a noise to fall from his mouth, his eyes rolling back for a quick second as the initial shock passed through his system. He set both of his hands down on the desk, palms down. Peter continued to tap tap tap away at his desk, bobbing his head to a tune Tony could tell was a fast tempo piece. Tony released another audible groan as he shifted his weight again in the chair, goosebumps appearing on his arms as the shift made the ropes tighten up again. 

Knock knock knock.

Looking up, he wanted to glare at the door because he knew who was behind it, but instead put on an air of defiance as he kept his palms flat on the desk. “Come on in.” He called out, taking a long, deep breath through his nostrils. 

“Good morning, you two.” Their shared lover - well, his first but then Peter fell into his life and it just made sense to bring him in as a third, opened the door and walked into their office. But now he was rethinking this as the two of them had been quite the team this morning putting him into his current position. Pepper Potts came up to his desk with a smile on her face, one that he could feel his cock wanting to perk up to but couldn’t because she decided he needed to be sedated for the day. “How is everyone this morning?” 

The door to the office closed, and he saw Peter spin around in his chair to look at Pepper with a bright smile on his face. “Morning, Pepper!” He stood up and walked over to her, giving her a kiss on her cheek, Tony squirming a little on his chair as it never failed to turn him on seeing the two of them interact in such a way together. “I didn’t hear you come in. Been listening to some loud music while I take a look at some of the results of the latest R and D tests.” 

“Oh? That’s good, Peter.” She turned towards him, Peter’s arm now resting comfortably around Pepper’s waist. “And how are you, Tony?” The red pencil skirt that she wore hugged her curves in all the right places, the blouse she wore hanging low to expose her cleavage in a way that was professional yet extremely fuckable. “You look a little….tense.” 

His hands were still laying flat on the desk as he looked at his two lovers, who both had identical smirks on their faces. “Fuck you both.” He breathed through the tension that was currently making him feel like he was in between worlds at the moment - he wasn’t really here, but he was. “This….is a new low.” 

“You were a bad boy last night.” Pepper walked over to the desk, and set her tablet down. “You should have behaved, because right now?” She touched the tie that was around his neck, but then went and grabbed onto one of the strands of rope, and gave a firm tug on it. A deep moan left Tony’s mouth as it dug into his skin more. “You are being punished. You don’t get to have any sort of fun.” 

“I’m sorry.” He was. Sort of. Last night had been fun, and yes - he had been a brat, but neither of them had said anything bad about it. He really wanted to be fucked by Peter, and while Pepper had said that it was her turn, he threw a minor tantrum and finally got his way. Now he was being denied in the only way his lovers knew he would behave - by virtually making him useless. However, the ropes were an added bonus - as Peter had told Pepper that he loved being in them. So, why not take away his cock and keep him in a permanent state of denial? He looked up at Pepper, and could hear himself breathing rather hard for someone just sitting in a chair. “I’ve learned my lesson.” 

“I don’t think you have.” She gave another tug on one of the knots, Tony lifting himself up off the chair as he followed her pull. She dropped her hand, and pushed him back into the chair, his ass hitting it hard. “Peter - has he been making any sort of noise?” 

“Peter.” 

He looked at his young lover, and saw him look over at him with sympathetic eyes. “It’s one of the reasons why my music has been so loud. I don’t think he realizes he’s making them.” 

“Oh?” Pepper stepped away from the desk, and walked back over to where Peter was standing. “Friday? Let me see the security footage of this room for the last forty-five minutes.” 

“Yes, Ms. Potts.” Friday’s voice came through the overhead speakers. 

Tony refused to look at the screen when he heard himself on the recording making a lewd noise. His cheeks burned as he looked down at his desk, staring a hole into it, as if if willing himself to leave this stupid situation. He heard himself make another noise, and then shook his head. He dropped down to his knees and crawled his way over to where both Peter and Pepper were standing, hoping that his behavior would earn him a reprieve. 

“You were given specific instructions on how to behave this morning.” The tip of Pepper’s shoe touched his knuckles, Tony dropping his head down to press a kiss to the top of her foot. “This won’t work, Tony.” 

He knew it would, because he knew what got his lovers off as much as he knew what got himself off. And right now, his cock was really pushing against the confines of the cage to the point of pain. He wanted to stop being turned on, but Pepper’s presence was enough to drive him mad with lust under normal circumstances. Right now it was through the roof, and he was having a very difficult time trying to maintain some semblance of composure. 

“I’m sorry.” He tried again, this time without the attitude behind the words. He meant it - he was sorry for his actions, because right now all he wanted was relief. “It won’t happen again.” 

“Yes, it will.” Peter commented, a hand coming down to touch his chin. He stared up at him, getting lost in his brown eyes as he looked down at him with an equal amount of longing in them. “You should have let Pepper have her way with you, Tony.” 

“She can have her way with me now.” Tony’s eyes closed as Peter began to stroke his jawline, the pad of his finger going against the grain of his facial hair. “I’ll be good. I swear.” 

“Empty promises.” Long nails scratched at his scalp, his head lolling to the side so that Pepper could tease his scalp more. 

He shook his head, the desire to please both of his lovers stronger than it had been in months. It was a heady feeling, and one he willingly stepped into, even though he knew they were in an environment where this might not be the best idea. “They’re not.” Opening his eyes, he looked up at Pepper, and saw her blue eyes looking back at him with the same expression he knew was on Peter’s face. “Please, Pep.” He begged, his voice cracking from the desire he had to please her. “I swear I will be good.” 

“You can swear all you want - but that doesn’t mean the cage is being removed.” She ran her nails down the nape of his neck, sending a sharp shiver through his body as he let the feeling take over him. “What do you think, sweetie? Has he had enough?” 

“I think so.” 

Tony wanted to cry in relief, but instead dropped his head to kiss the top of Peter’s foot, wanting to show him the same reverence he’d just shown to Pepper. “Thank you, Pete.” He didn’t want to sound too pathetic, but right now all of his senses were dialed to an eleven, so he had no idea if it was working or not. 

“Can you walk to the elevator with us?” Pepper asked him, as she grabbed onto his chin. “Look at me, Tony.” He stared up at her, noticing her lips moving but couldn’t really understand what was being said. “Safe word?” 

“Porcupine.” He said it automatically, wondering if he’d done something wrong. “I’m sorry.” 

“You are perfect, Tony.” Pepper’s glossed lips touched him with a kiss to his lips, leaving him slightly breathless as he sank back onto his knees with a pleased smile on his lips. “Peter - help me with him?” 

“Of course, Pepper.” 

He felt two different sets of hands touch his arms - Peter on his left, with Pepper on his right. They pulled him up into a standing position, and that sent another burst of endorphins through his body as the rope shifted again under his shirt. His cock hurt but he knew it would be okay soon. The three left the office together, and took the private elevator up to the top floor - their shared penthouse apartment. 

Looking around, he was surprised to see that they were in their bedroom, not at all remembering leaving his office. “W-What are we doing here?” His words were slightly slurred, his brain still muddling through the sub high as he felt Peter’s fingers start to open the buttons on his shirt. “P-Peter…?” 

“You’ve been so good, Tony.” Peter’s warm smile brought heat to his chest and stomach as Peter got him undressed. His fingers slid under the ropes, Tony openly moaning at the soft caresses. “Yes - that feels nice, doesn’t it?” He whimpered softly, and gave a small nod of his head. 

“Sweetie - why don’t you take care of his pants too?” Pepper held the key to his cock cage in her hand, showing him. He released a louder moan as Peter kneeled down and took care of taking his pants and underwear off. “Now, Tony - this doesn’t mean the punishment is over.” She snaps her fingers in front of his face. “Pay attention.” 

He nodded, but his attention was on Peter, who he could feel breathing near his caged cock, his body dying to be set free. “Listening….Pep…” 

“He’s not.” Peter chuckled softly, his eyes still locked onto Tony’s. “He’s really in it right now, Pepper.” 

“I can see that.” She handed him something. “Why don’t you do the honors?” 

“Are you going to go get some fun toys?” 

Tony moaned as he felt cool hands touch the cage, his cock throbbing steadily as he tried to keep calm. Whatever Pepper had said to Peter after his question was lost, as he began to give his full attention to Peter’s fingers. Ice touched the cage making him hiss, but he knew it was necessary if the cage was going to be pulled off properly without hurting him. His cock shrank in size, and then the cage was removed by his young lover, who then pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock, making his knees buckle. He fell to the ground with a hard thud, but felt no pain as every other part of his body was feeling electrified. 

“Tony!” He heard Pepper gasp, but then she was behind him, kissing his shoulders, the nape of his neck, all the places he loved to feel her lips. “You have to be careful!” She exclaimed softly into his ear, as something hard pushed up against his loose hole. “Sweetie, grab me the lube, would you…?” 

“Of course, Pepper.” 

All he could do was wait patiently, as Pepper continued to prod against his ass with something hard and stiff. The ropes that were wrapped around his torso were pulled on by two sets of hands, the sounds of kissing filling his ears. He tried to open his eyes, as the thought of seeing Pepper and Peter making out was one of his favorite things to view but then the dildo that was strapped on to Pepper’s body was inching its way into his body, and all he could do was think about how good it felt to finally get what he wanted. 

He was pulled back up onto his knees, the softness under them helping to keep him balanced. They had moved to the bed at some point - when, he had no idea. All he knew was that Pepper was fucking him nice and slow, and Peter was tugging on his ropes while stroking his cock at the same pace that Pepper was using. His voice cracked when he came hard, the orgasm surprising him as he hadn’t realized how close he already was to one. But with everything that had been happening, it didn’t surprise him. 

“Did we say you could come?” Pepper’s soft voice cut through some of the haze in his mind, Tony whimpering an apology to her. A kiss to his cheek told him she wasn’t upset - she was teasing him. “It’s alright, love. We’re going to make you come again, aren’t we, sweetie?” 

“Yes, we are.” Peter’s lips were now kissing up the length of his cock, Tony’s body responding by pushing forward against his lips, then back to feel more of the thick toy that Pepper was fucking him with. “Go ahead and come again for us, Tony…” 

He knew he was safe here with these two, as they drove him mad with their wily ways. His own guttural moans didn’t reach his ears as he was blissfully high from the sex his two lovers were sharing with him. It felt good to be like this, tears of happiness starting to stream down his face as he felt Peter’s mouth suck him off. It was almost too much for him, his mind going blank as another orgasm hit him hard. The toy had pushed right up against his prostate and began to vibrate, sending him careening over the edge. He heard Pepper moan in approval, and knew that she’d also found her own pleasure, her rapid breathing telling him everything he needed to know. And then, he heard Peter moan around his cock, and soon felt something warm splash onto his thigh, as the three of them all came within moments of one another. 

The rope around his torso was pulled away, Tony laying on his side on the bed as he tried to remember how to breathe properly. Peter laid behind him, his chest to his back, as he smoothed out the indentations on his skin as Pepper kissed his lips softly over and over. He cried happy tears, feeling the love and warmth from his two most favorite people. His brain began to shut down, and he soon fell asleep with a pleased smile on his face. 

Tony woke up a little while later, and saw Pepper was looking right at him. “That was wild, Pep.” He complimented her, smiling softly as she returned his smile. 

“You were very impressive.” She nodded her head, then he felt Peter’s arm hug him a little closer. “Sweetie - do you think we should make this a regular thing?” 

“Definitely.” Peter nodded his head, as he rested his chin on Tony’s shoulder. “But I’m not sure Tony can handle it.” 

“Excuse you, yes I can.” Pepper handed him a bottle of water, which he gulped down in three long gulps. “I’ll show you, youngin’.” 

His lovers’ laughter made him smile as he sank back onto the pillows and felt himself being surrounded by the two of them. “We’ll see. No promises.” Pepper kissed the tip of his nose, then tucked herself underneath his chin. “Love you, Tony.” 

“Love you too, baby.” He turned his head and kissed Peter, groaning softly as he could still taste himself on Peter’s lips. “And you too, Pete.” 

“Love you both lots.” Peter smiled. 

If this was going to be a regular thing every week, Tony couldn’t wait to see what sort of punishment they would come up with next. Nothing could possibly top what they had come up with for today, and really - that thought excited him again. He heard Pepper groan, but then felt her fingers start to play with his cock, while he casually pushed his hips backwards suggestively against Peter. Yes - it would be fun no matter what. 

XxX

Cross-posted to AO3

#pepterony #starker #my writing #fanfic #starker kink exchange #tavreth

[starkerfestivals]

Starkerfestivals October Events

Hello everyone! (Sorry for the late event announcement!) Just like last year, we are having three events. One for fluff, one for whump, and one for smut! The first two are open to minors, and the last is open to 18+ only.

These prompts are more suggestions than rules, feel free to rearrange what days you post them.

Rules:

Each calendar has a prompt for the specific day. You can pick and choose which prompts you want among the 3 calendars. You can combine, too! The only rule we have is that Kinktober is for 18+ only.

Tagging!

Tag us at @starkerfestivals for any of the October events 🎃

For Flufftober: #SFFlufftober21

For Whumptober: #SFWhumptober21

For Kinktober: #SFKinktober21

We've included the prompts in a list below the cut 🕸️

You can also submit fills to our AO3 collection!

If you have any questions, feel free to send an ask to the blog or ask any of the mods @tonystarkisaslut @starkersparks @the-mad-starker

Meet Cute

Oblivious Idiots (in Love)

Oblivious Idiots (in Love)

Love at First Sight

Blind Date

Soulmates AU

Nesting

Love Confession

First Kiss

Coffee Date

Sharing Blankets

Baking Together

Slow Dancing

Bad Day Made Better

Marriage Proposal

Pumpkin Carving

Having a Child Together

Apple Picking

Hot Cocoa

Cookie Decorating

Boo!

Watch Scary Movies

Dorky Holiday Spirit

Fall Wedding

What’s in the Dark?

Haunted House

Trick or Treating

Ghost AU

Werewolf AU

Vampire AU

Candy Exchange

Halloween Costume Party

Whumptober Prompts:

Miscommunication

Rejection

Nightmares

Chronic Pain

Falling Out of Love

Car Accident

Too Late

Chronically ill/Terminal diagnosis

Heartbreak

Hurt/No Comfort

Consequences

Hanahaki Disease

Insecurity

Loss of a Child

Secrets

Major Character Death

Stalker

Witches

Spiders

Skeletons

Demons

Creepy Clowns

Serial Killer AU

What’s in the Dark?

Haunted House

Zombie apocalypse

Ghost AU

Werewolf AU

Vampire AU

Frankenstein AU

Scared to death

Kinktober Prompts:

Accidental Penetration

Body Worship

Breeding Kink

Heat/Ruts

Bulge Kink

Clothed Sex

DubCon

Teratophilia

Impact Play

Just the Tip

Knotting

Restraints

Overstimulation

Lingerie

Incest

Sacrifice Roleplay

Costumes

Arachnophilia

Outside in Fall

Fucking a Pumpkin

Pain Play

Blood kink

Knifeplay

What’s in the Dark?

Haunted House

Zombie Apocalypse

Ghost AU

Werewolf AU

Vampire AU

Candy Kink

Halloween Ritual

#information #starkerfestivalsevents #starker

[bislytherinstarkerfangirl]

Starker Suit kink

This started more as a kinky!peter and vanilla!tony headcanon and became more of a fic. So I adapted it. I’ll probably post the headcanon with more detail separately sometime. What do you think?

when starker get together tony expects to have to teach peter everything in  bed (not that it would be a hardship for him). The thing is, Tony is experienced but pretty vanilla, like i mean REALLY VANILLA. But Peter is a teenager who has had access to the internet and has thirst accounts stuff like tumblr/ao3, so he's very kinky with no experience. Peter's fantasies of tony have always been pretty detailed, but tony’s fantasies always consisted of vanilla soft sex and making love. 

Peter thinks at first maybe it’s just tony needs to be teased into taking charge, but realizes that tony responds beautifully when peter breaks and starts aggressively riding tony with all he’s got, pinning tony’s hands down.

Tony slowly realizing he has certain kinks:

like a major praise kink for both praising and being praised by peter. Or maybe he likes to be tied up as peter takes what he wants, either riding him, or fucking tony till even peter’s spidey stamina gives up.

Slowly this leads to Peter taking more and more charge, even if they’re being vanilla, peter is REALLY good at dirty talk, whispering filthy things - that make Tony blush just thinking about them -  into tony’s ear as peter fucks himself back on tony’s cock. 

Tony not having bottomed since his 20s. But absolutely loving it with peter.

Peter already uses his powers for sex sometimes, like the stickiness/microfibres on his hands? best handjobs ever.

Queue to Peter bringing up stuff like sex in the suits, thinking Tony must get requests like this all the time. Tony is shocked, having never even considered something like that. Tony gets really worried about hurting peter while in the suit, cause there are too many traumatic memories associated with the iron man suit.

Tony being really addiment about no sex while suited up, but peter eventually wears tony down through the power of super sexy/cute twinkness. 

So they start off with the spider-man suit. 

Tony’s hands webbed to the headboard, completely naked. Peter sits watching, the colors of the suit molding over his muscles so perfectly and Tony’s already half hard.

Peter webs tony’s legs apart after tony starts begging.  And Tony’s cock twitches, whole body shuddering. Peter removes his mask, and slowly starts to prep Tony. The microfibres from Peter’s skin enhanced by the suit, feel earth-shattering against Tony’s prostate, Tony screams with overstimulated pleasure. Even the webbing design on the suit feels amazing inside tony. 

By the time peter deems tony thoroughly prepped, tony is crying, little whines and groans escaping his kiss-swollen lips.

Finally Peter opens a zip in his suit (the little minx put it on the suit for this situation exactly) and takes his cock out. 

Peter strokes himself a few times, hungry gaze devouring the sight in front of him.

Slowly, so slowly Peter enters Tony. Hands squeezing Tony’s hips, probably leaving bruises that tony would cherish tomorrow. 

Peter keeps his thrusts hard but slow, hitting Tony’s prostate with every thrust. Rocking into Tony’s pliant body. Pressing their chests together, Tony’s cock rubbing against the webbing on Peter’s suit, Tony’s legs hang around Peter’s hips.

Peter keeps up an endless stream of dirty talk. About how the suit brushing Tony’s cock with every thrust was his very own creation. About how Peter would never be able to be seen in public with tony while in the suit again without thinking of this. How everyone would see where Peter’s thoughts went because the suit’s simply that tight.

 When Tony cums, it covers the black spider emblem. Peter moans into Tony’s ear, filling Tony.

Afterwards, there’s always gentle words, a soft wash cloth and Peter rubbing the feeling back into Tony’s wrists after getting the web dissolvent.

 Always “I love you”’s exchanged as they fall asleep holding each other.

Bingo card below:

#starker #headcanon #virgin peter parker #kinky peter parker #starker fandom #dirty talk #innocent tony stark #starkerfestivalsevents #sfsummerbingo21 #bottom tony stark #top peter parker #nff #starker fanfiction #peter definitely #has a tumblr account #and its a tony starker thirst account

[artichokedoesnttrustyou]

Yes Mr. Stark, No Mr. Stark

Starker Kink Exchange prompt (That’s super late) @starkerkink

Gift for tumblr user @blankblankityblank 

Prompt: Peter or Tony finds out something that the other did and get very angry, so they punish the other. 

Tags: 18+, Explicit, Dominance, D/S, Masturbation, Edging, Whipping *

Edit 1: I am so sorry this took me so long to write. I just noticed that you requested spanking and not whipping so I'm also sorry about that. This is my first Starker fic, also first age gap fic. 

Edit 2: This has been sitting in my drafts since mid October and I’ve just been so afraid to post. Anyway it’s February almost March and I feel like shit for not giving it to you yet. So I hope you do like it. 

Ao3

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Peter was sprawled out on his shared king size bed. Hand on dick teasing himself he moaned in frustration. In need, in want. He wanted more than what his hand could provide. The tv was on, it was playing sex videos from Porn Hub. Peter had F.R.I.D.A.Y. turn it all the way up so it would feel as though he was there in the room with the actors. He had his eyes shut as he imagined the actor dom speaking to him. 

He was holding a vibrator that he was using to tease himself. The toy vibrated his inside sending small shocks through his body, he continued to push it in and out of himself. 

But between the porn star moans and the slick hand rubbing against his dick it didn’t make him feel what he wanted.

He was horny with no helpful outlet. The dom in the video wasn't doing "it" enough for him. No raspy deep voice ringing in his ears telling him what he could and couldn't do. No structure, no guidelines, no rules, expectations or consequences.... No fun. None of it was real or had his heart racing.

“Sir, Mr. Stark has arrived,” the computer generated voice of F.R.I.D.A.Y. came through. Peter could hardly hear her over the loud moans coming from the tv. A few seconds passed before it registered to Peter what she said to him. ‘Mr. Stark was back!’ Peter jumped up immediately from the news. 

“Oh fuck!” He exclaimed as he scrambled off the bed to find his discarded underpants that were thrown off along with his other clothes 20 minutes prior. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y turn off the tv,” Peter commanded as he pulled up the stretchy material to cover up his genitals. The room was suddenly quiet as he threw on the remainder of his clothing. Quickly he kicked the vibrator under the bed and rubbed his oily well lubed hands onto the bed sheets just as the door was opening.

“Hey babe,” he was greeted by Tony who wore a black suit with his tie already loose and ready to be pulled off.

“Hey!” Peter greeted back already back in bed under the sheets.

Tony looked around, a bit skeptical about what his boyfriend was doing. The room was quiet, his boyfriend was fully clothed in the room, the lights were slightly dim, and Peter’s hair was sticking up in odd places and visibly damp from where Tony’s stood.

“What were you doing?” Tony asked a small smile threatening to appear on his face. 

“Me? Oh I was,” Peter paused, his brain not coming up with anything on the fly. His eyes darted over to the tv. “I was watching tv.” 

“Tv?” Tony questioned gesturing to the off screen. “The tv that’s currently turned off?”

“Yep. Just boring old tv. I was done watching it,” Peter spoke. He made sure to keep his voice leveled. Well not too leveled or Tony would totally know something was up. He watched as Tony went to the closet and stripped himself of his clothing. 

“Maybe we can watch something together?” Tony calls over his shoulder. Peter was half way listening. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Tony's muscular back. And watching as the sun kissed skin managed to hug tightly against Tony’s muscular back making Peter wish he could run his tongue against-

“Are you listening?”

“Huh?” Peter blinked back into reality. Tony was now closer to the bed, having changed into pajama pants and a black tee. 

“I said, maybe we can watch together.”

Peters eyes went wide. “Um no, we can do anything else!”

This caused Tony to lift an eyebrow.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m just excited to see you.”

“Friday turn on the tv.”

The tv turned on and the adult film that Peter was watching a view minutes ago flickered onto the tv. The sound was still raging loud and the moan from the male bounced around the room. Tony grabbed the remote and turned it down. 

“Never heard of this show, what's it called?” Tony asked as he sat the remote back down on the nightstand. “Is it ‘Lying Little Boys’?” His voice dropped a bit, real deep that it sent an electrical jolt down Peter’s spine and straight to his dick. Which by the way had gone flaccid but now twitching to be touched.

“I honestly just watch for the plot. You know the shitty acting and stuff like that. The porn was just an, uh, a second thought. Ya know?” Peter went on a little rant not paying much attention to Tony anymore but more to his own words. Tony nodded his head as if he was listening to Peter, but he wasn’t. Instead Tony was looking for evidence for what Peter was actually doing.

He pulled back the sheets that were strategically bunched up near Peter's waist. Underneath was Peter in tight black jeans, which was weird since Peter was supposedly “watching tv” and he’d feel uncomfortable laying in bed in jeans. 

Also not to mention the lube in between Peters legs. 

“Hm?” Tony tutted, waving the lube in front of Peters face. “Just for plot you say?” 

Peter’s face began to heat up from sudden embarrassment as he became very still. 

“No response little one?”

“Well uh,” Peter started unsure what to say. His words were gone and even if they were able to spill from his mouth he’d stutter out some pathetic explanation as to why there so happened to be sexual pleasure lube in bed with him.

“Play room, stripped except  for your underwear, and kneeling,” is all Tony said before Peter rolled himself out of bed and out the room.

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Peter rushed up the steps of Mr. Stark's place at a fast walking pace. He hurried to the play room that Mr. Stark had instructed him to go just a few moments ago. He kinda fucked up. Well no, he's totally fucked up. He pulled on the hem of his shirt and quickly tugged it over his head and off of his body, leaving him cold, a shiver going down his spine. He kicked off his shoes and peeled his tight black jeans off of his body. He stood in the center of the room in his socks and underwear. Mr. Stark did say to strip. But Mr. Stark usually wants him completely nude, what's different now? He did lie straight to the others face, maybe that's what changed? Wait but if he isn't completely nude does this mean that this would be strictly punishment? Peter didn't want strictly punishment he also wanted fun.

Peter rubbed his fingers through his hair in deep thought. He was slightly panicking and he really needed to breathe. Just breathe.

He took a breath in and shook his arms out to try to calm down. 

A quick look to the door and Peter slipped out of his socks before folding them neatly in a pile and kneeling in the middle of the room.

He didn’t hear the door open but he did hear the soft click of it shutting behind Tony. Peter strained to try to hear where Mr. Stark would walk. Would it be to him or maybe to one of the many toys located around the room. 

“Stand up,” Tony said as he held wrist cuffs in his hands. As he strapped them on to Peter he talked. “You and I both know you’re not supposed to be touching what’s not yours without permission right?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes sir,” Peter fixed himself. Tony hummed as he brought Peter over to the huge black X that was over by the wall. It was mantled to the garnet red wall, leaving Peter no space to run away once his wrists were connected to the top of the X. He parted his legs to be shoulder length apart as he has done so many times before. 

He felt Mr. Stark get close to him. Really close. His chest pressed firmly against Peters back, his mouth only inches away from Peters ear. It made his body cave, he wanted more, and during this whole interaction his hornyness never left him. 

“Traffic light,” Tony asked him softly into his ear. His breath sending shivers through Peter and all he wanted to do was reach out and touch his lover, his master. 

“Green,” Peter replied. 

And suddenly the warmth of Tony's body was gone. Way too quick for Peter's liking. 

The first lash was never hard, Tony always made sure that the first was a warning. It landed right across his perfect little bubble butt. Peter let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. A quick gasp as the next his his lower back with more sting to it. 

A constant flow in between the center of his shoulder blades. A criss cross type of pattern until a small squeak exited the boy's mouth that he was trying so hard to keep in. This went on for what seemed like forever. Each strike sent Peter deeper and deeper into submission as the pain started to increase. He was so lost in a haze that it took Peter a few seconds to realize that Mr. Stark had stopped. 

He looked upon the nice rosey red skin, running his hand down feeling the heat radiate off of well beaten skin. 

“Light?” Tony asked Peter and in response got green. 

“Now,” Tony started as he wrapped his arm around Peter's waist to reach his dick, he felt that the member was still half hard. “Let’s get you down and start on some real fun.”

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“Did you have fun earlier,” Tony asked Peter as they now stood in the middle of the room. He pushed back a few strays of hair that was covering Peters face.

The shorter boy nodded his head in response.

“Verbal answers are the best answers,” Tony sang a little, rubbing his thumb over Peters lips. “Did you have fun earlier before I came in?”

“Yes I did.”

“Good.”

The fingers pressed firmly against Peters mouth And in a matter of seconds slipped right in. Peter loved objects in his mouth and sucking on fingers as well as other things brought him joy. 

“Mmm, you seem hungry would you like to suck on something more than my fingers?” Tony asked. 

“Oh please sir,” he mumbled out through the fingers.

Tony chuckles, “alright go ahead.”

He sank to the floor, the fingers out of his mouth now and in any other situation they would be missed but Peter already had his mouth set on something bigger. Something better. 

His fingers touching softly upon the dark plaid pajamas pants that Tony wore. He tugged it down as well as Tony’s boxers to reveal Tony’s semi hard member. 

He wrapped his fingers around it giving it a good few pumps before shoving it into his mouth.

Dick in mouth Peter hummed as he felt Tony’s hands comb his hair. Soft touches at first until Peter tried to pull back. 

“Have I told you that you have an amazing mouth?” Tony comments as his grip became tighter in Peters hair. It was like a handle that he used to forcefully fuck into Peters mouth. 

Peter allowed his mouth to go slack, the member going farther in. And if Peter didn’t think about it, he was able to not gag as the dick hits the back of his throat. 

But soon he needed to breathe, having not yet mastered how to breathe and suck dick at the same time. 

The wet sounds of the dick sloshing around in Peters mouth adding to the slight gagging that happened randomly turned Peter on so much. The taste of salty slime faintly on his tongue. The rough thrust from Mr. Stark. The grunts that fell from Mr. Stark as well as the almost unbearable pain of having his hair pulled. Oh yes, Peter loved all of it. 

And then it was gone.

Mr. Stark stepped back. Looking down at Peter who took this moment to catch his breath. Tony noticed a few stray tears coming from Peters eyes but he didn’t miss the smile that was also plastered upon his cute pink lips. 

“I wanna fuck you” Tony says quickly and disheveled. This caught Peters attention. To be fucked my Mr. Stark today?! But he touched himself without permission? This wasn’t adding up in his head but Mr. Stark was already walking to a drawer to get a condom and lube, and he himself was already getting on his feet to lean over the table he was instructed to go. 

He waited for a bit, quite impatiently. He was horny. Even though his dick didn’t truly show it, Peter could feel it. He needed release. And as he waited impatiently he became to rub himself against the wood he was bent over. It didn’t do much, hardly no where close to anything Peter wanted but that didn’t stop him from rubbing. Not to mention the small amount of cloth that surrounded his dick took away most of the friction he wanted. 

Sharp pain to the middle of his right ass cheek sent Peter to the tip of his toes. 

“Do you need another lesson in not touching what's not yours?” Tony's voice came from behind him. Peter wouldn’t have been able to see him even if Tony’s hand wasn't around the back of his neck stopping him from standing up straight. 

“Ah! No sir! I’m sorry sir.”

Tony aimed for the other cheek and enjoyed the small bounce of Peters ass from the sudden impact. “That’s twice you’ve done this.”

“I’m sorry sir,” Peter repeated while he pushed his ass in the air and gave it a little wiggle. 

“Oh I don’t believe you are. But that’s ok, we’ll fix that.”

A small sound of disappointment was heard from Peter and all Tony could picture is his baby’s face scrunched up in a small pleading pout. He pulled Peter up and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Stop being whiny,” he says as he kisses him again.

“Mm, yes sir.” 

After laying Peter back down Tony opened up the lube he had brought over. Pouring some onto his fingers and Peters crack, he began to push in two fingers. 

It was fairly easy for Tony to finger the other. Way too easy.

Fingers still in ass Tony grabbed Peters hair and tugged forcing a whine through Peters lips. 

“Something you wanna say boy?”

Peter gnawed softly upon his bottom lip. “No sir not really.”

In quick movements Peter was suddenly on his back looking up at Mr. Stark and the ceiling.

A smack landed upon Peters cheek. And he almost reached up to touch his face. But he caught himself.

He focused his eyes back onto Tony who was looking at him expectantly.

“That’s number three. Would you like to try again?”

Peter nodded his head unsure if he should talk. It’s been a while since he’s gotten to strike three. 

“Tell me.”

“I kicked the toy under the bed before you walked in.”

“Thank you for telling me. Are you well stretched?”

“Yes sir.”

Tony exited Peter's view. The sounds of metal dangling, best described to be chains, reached Peters ears before Tony came back into view. 

"I'm going to restrain your hands so you don't continue to touch yourself," Mr. Stark explained as he began to bring Peter’s arms together and above his head. He connected the chains to the cuffs that Peter still wore and then to an undisclosed area that Peter wasn't quite sure on. 

Once done, Tony returned to his previous position at the end of the table. He grabbed Peters hips and pulled him until his ass was on the edge.

Lining himself up he pushed himself into Peters ass. Pushing in slowly for caution just in case Peter wasn’t as stretched as Peter said he was. 

“Mmm,” he moaned once he entered completely. "I’m going to enjoy this," he smiles, making eye contact with Peter.

His thrusts began to go faster, both enjoying the friction. 

Reaching down Tony started to rub Peters dick. 

Other than his shouts of pure bliss he watches as Peter begins to twitch beneath Tony’s touch. 

But soon in the middle of his own blist Tony started to notice that Peter was also close to orgasming so he removed his hand and forced more on his humping. 

The room was filled with yes’s and fuck’s as Tony soon reached his climaxed. 

Tony pulls out, catching his breath. He looked at Peter who had the most wanting look in his eyes. Tony pulled off the condom and discarded it in the trash can across the room. 

He came back and looked down at Peter before bringing his hand down Peters stomach. 

“Do you want attention now?” Tony asks.

“Yes, please yes.”

That’s all Tony needed to hear.

His hand on Peters dick jacking him up and down. The sweetest moans escaping Peter's mouth. 

He loved doing this. Knowing that he was the one giving Peters the pleasure that Peter wanted. He just needed to remind Peter of their dynamic. 

Peters toes began to curl meaning he was getting close to his orgasm.

And then Tony stopped. He pulled back his hands and momentarily discontinued all physical contact with Peter.

“No, no,” Peter begs. The words falling from his lips without him even thinking. 

“Huh? What was that?” Tony asks, lifting an eyebrow. He walked around the table until he was by Peters head, looking down and over him. They looked at each other. Well Tony looked at Peter, and Peter squeezed his eyes shut as he pulled on the bondage that kept his hands away from touching himself. 

“S- sir,” Peter begs.

“Yes Peter?”

“Please.” 

“Please? Are you asking me to continue?” Tony asks. “But I thought I was ‘sir’? Am I not?”

Peter frantically nods his head.

“Please sir, yes sir. It’s up to you.”

He ran his hand over Peters nipples, twisting them a little to force a few grunts and pitiful whines from the other. A smile forming on Tony's face.

“Will you tell me if you are close to orgasm?” Tony asks.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, that was one.”

Tony reached for the lube while he walked back to the other end of the table, Peter watching his every move. He poured a bit more onto his hand and then firmly grabbed Peters dick again. 

“Mmm fuck,” Peter mumbles out. 

He moved his hips up toward Tonys hand basically fucking it. He squeezed his eyes shut as his body tenses. All he wanted was to get off. 

“Sir, i'm close, can I please come?”

“No.”

A word that Peter most definitely did not like one bit. And he felt Tony's hand disappear from around his dick.

“Nooo,” he whines knowing full well he wasn't going to win this interaction. If Tony said no then Tony said no. That's how it works. 

“Please?” he begs again softly. 

Tony leaned down and casually kissed Peter's stomach. “No.”

A whine escaped his mouth and he once again tugs on his restraints. 

A small chuckle escaped Tony's mouth as he watched the other tug on the strains in a totterly like tantrum. Soon enough Peter settled down and looked at Tony with the world's biggest brown eyes. Full of lust and want and willing to do anything that Tony would say, Tony like that.

“What number are we on?” Tony asks, joking with Peter. 

“Sir it was two” Peter pants arching his body towards Tony's touch. But to his dismay Tony kept his hand just inches from having contact. 

“Are you sure it's two? It doesn't feel like it's two. I think we're just on one”

“But-” Peter's voice crack with complete despair which made Tony smile. 

“Just kidding. One more time, can you do that for me?” 

“Yes, yes I can,” Peter nods. Tony waited until Peter relaxed on the table once more before applying more lube onto his hand. 

This time he made sure to have a firm grip on Peters dick as he made the hand motions of going up and down. 

And soon enough Peter was on edge again. 

“S-sir,” Peter starts, mumbling the word over and over as if it's the only thing he can say.    

“Hmm?” 

“I’m close, I’m so close. Can I-?” he was cut off by his own moan. 

Tony didn’t say anything, instead he kept his motions going. Listening to Peters begs and moans, gosh Peter was so sensitive it was amazing.

“Go ahead,” Peter heard Tony say. In a matter of minutes he felt the knot that was in his stomach finally release and all the happy feels starts to rush around him. Tony kept jacking him off as Peter released in his hand. 

Tony leaned down and placed a kiss onto Peters check. “Good job honey” he whispers. 

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I hope you liked it. I didn't incorporate after care, please don't ask why.

*I know I’m missing tags however idk what they are so please tell me what is missing

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[iloveyou3thousand]

what he’d been missing

Pairing: Starker Rating: Explicit Word count: 2668 A/N: This was written for the @starkerkink Kink Exchange, for @iammagicfishhook who asked for some monsterfucking. I really hope you like it!!

Tags/TWs: explicit sexual content, werewolf Tony and human Peter, werewolf sex, werewolf anatomy, belly bulge, knotting, rimming, bottom Peter

Read it on AO3 here!

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It had taken them a little while, but they had finally figured it out.

Before they had gotten together, Peter had one day found out that Tony wasn’t like most people he knew. It had been entirely by accident, had happened only because Peter had been up later than usual working on a project. By chance, his extra sensitive hearing had picked up on something stalking the compound and he’d gone to investigate, only to find a large beast roaming the compound grounds.

That could have been that. The compound was in the middle of nowhere, after all, surrounded by woods that stretched for miles upon miles – the animal could have stumbled upon the building and gone to investigate.

Peter had quickly found out that the intruder hadn’t come from elsewhere, though. He’d come from within.

Weeks later, after dancing around each other for months with neither of them brave enough or confident enough to be the one to take the first real step forward, they got together with a kiss that was about as accidental as Peter finding out that Tony was a werewolf.

Tony allowed Peter to be nearby during his shifts, from that moment on. Peter had already seen him change before, had been near in the past, had seen him and approached him and gotten to know him a little better, in a sense. But now that they were together, it felt almost like it was more serious. Like being there during the full moon carried more weight than it did before.

And it did. Unbeknownst to the both of them, at least at first, the fact that Peter was there almost every time Tony shifted, changed something in the wolf’s biology. He had always responded differently to Peter, but that was only getting worse with every shift. On the outside, it didn’t appear like it had changed much, but on the inside, every time Tony shifted, he grew more and more restless to the point where even Peter started to notice it in his behavior.

Tony would always come up to Peter and push his head against the younger man’s hand for some quick affection, but that grew into a firmer push, a more demanding gesture, with Tony not leaving until he’d nearly pushed Peter to his ass and could rub himself against the other without fear of Peter getting away.

He also started grooming Peter, almost as if he were one of his own, as if he were a wolf, too. Or he would get snappy at anything and everything that could possibly pose a threat to Peter, from a little wild rabbit showing its little face at the edge of the woods to Happy’s car returning from the city to bring Pepper back and forth even just passing them by.

Peter tried not to think about it too much, but the growling and the protectiveness and the restlessness grew worse and worse every time, to the point where he just had to bring it up with Tony.

It took them a while and some help from Bruce to figure out that since getting together, Tony’s hormones had been all over the place. It’s what had been causing the change in his attitude, and the fierce protectiveness. According to the tests they’d done, Tony already viewed Peter as his true mate, even though that connection could never be truly mutual because Peter was human and he didn’t have the kind of senses to pick up on and return that.

At least it helped them in finding a solution.

Going forward, they started trying whatever they could to reassure Tony’s wolf that Peter was his and his alone, and that nothing would ever come in between them or sever the bond they had built. It seemed to work at first, with Tony calming down and resting quite peacefully with Peter during another one of his shifts, but then it came back again. And it came back with twice the force.

When it started to get potentially dangerous for Peter, they both knew that they were approaching desperate times, and thus would have to try and implement some desperate measures.

Luckily, Peter still had a little trick up his sleeve.

When he told Tony, Tony was skeptical. He was worried, for Peter, afraid of hurting him. But Peter countered wisely that if they didn’t try this as a last resort, if this didn’t work, then Tony would end up hurting Peter on accident anyway without there being anything that could stop him. That terrified Tony more than anything else.

All in all, Peter’s plan seemed like the lesser of two evils. (Actually, it didn’t seem like a bad idea at all, but Tony refused to admit that the thought of mounting Peter properly got him so riled up that he had to excuse himself every time he even so much as thought about it.)

The following full moon, they were all set.

In the hours leading up to Tony’s inevitable shift, they lay down together. Peter showered Tony in attention that made him visibly preen already, his instincts close to taking over, but the moon wasn’t quite high enough for him just yet. The younger man passed him a bottle of lube and Tony quietly reconfirmed that he was still sure about this. Peter smiled, cupped Tony’s cheek, and kissed him.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” he promised, although it didn’t do enough to soothe Tony’s anxiety. He was afraid of hurting Peter, afraid of putting his claws where he shouldn’t, or pushing him too far, or forcing him into something that he didn’t want to do. But Peter had been so reassuring, constantly validating Tony’s feelings and fears and acknowledging that it was going to be scary, but it was going to be alright. They just had to do this once to figure out how it all worked, and then they’d be good as gold.

Tony had to trust his instincts. Hopefully, his instincts would serve him right.

By the time Tony’s skin buzzed beyond discomfort and he’d slowly spread his baby open on his fingers, Peter gave him a kiss and told him to go and do what he had to. Tony’s feet could barely hit the carpet on the floor next to the bed or he’d already shifted, shaking out unruly, brown fur, and immediately catching a whiff of something sallow.

The lube.

His mind took a second to catch up, but then he whipped around, and there Peter was; lying on the bed, watching the wolf on the ground, something scared but excited in his eyes. Beyond that thick smell of artificial slick, Tony could smell Peter, could smell the arousal on him, and it was like something clicked.

This was what he’d been missing.

“Hey Tony,” Peter said softly, almost tentatively, as if he wasn’t sure if Tony’s mind had caught up with the wolf yet, but it had. Intelligent eyes rose to meet the younger man’s gaze, and Peter’s expression eased into a soft smile. Without further ado, while Tony was watching, Peter pushed himself up onto his hands and knees to put himself perfectly on display, almost teasingly.

Tony was on the bed in a flash, the mattress dipping beneath the wolf’s heavy weight. He had to find his balance first, unused to being on the bed in this form, but quickly managed when there was another task at hand.

He immediately pushed his muzzle up against Peter’s hole, slick and shiny with lube, stretched rim twitching gently under the soft puffs of air when Tony scented and snuffled. Peter giggled, and dropped his head to his forearms.

“Tickles,” he complained, but really it was only mildly bothersome because it was new, something Peter had never experienced before, and he wasn’t sure what to expect yet.

Definitely not the broad tongue that followed Tony’s huffy breaths, lapping in one long, broad stroke up Peter’s taint and across his glistening hole. Peter’s breath immediately caught in his throat and he let out a choked sound of surprise, but didn’t try to move away. Once he got past that initial oddness, it actually… It actually felt really good.

He moaned when Tony didn’t hesitate to do it again. And once more after. And yet again. Peter’s cock between his legs had already fully filled out by the time Tony changed tactic by pressing his muzzle up against Peter’s hole and pushing his tongue past the tight ring of muscle and into his body, which opened up and welcomed the intrusion like it was meant to.

Peter shuddered on the spot, cock twitching, the long tongue reaching places inside him that he wasn’t sure anyone had reached before. Not like that. Tony had sure tried, had taken him in his lap and pound into him before, and it had been an otherworldly experience, but even that didn’t compare to this.

And they had only just gotten started.

When Tony was satisfied with the job he’d done and left Peter’s hole sloppy and wet, he moved away, much to Peter’s dissatisfaction. The young man looked over his shoulder to see what Tony was doing, and caught him with his head between his legs, licking at the fiery red length that was slipping out from the sheath at Tony’s lower belly. He lapped at it as if to encourage it, to slick it up, ready to bury it into Peter’s waiting body.

Astounded by the size he’d just laid his eyes upon, Peter turned back when Tony shifted once more, keeping his eyes forward to try and help himself relax once again. Something so big would never fit inside of him. It simply couldn’t. And yet when Tony mounted him, large front paws on either side of Peter’s ribs and his large tongue lapping soothingly against the back of his neck, Peter realized he was just going to have to take it.

“Be gentle,” Peter reminded Tony almost frantically, his voice a higher pitch than usual. Tony paused for a moment, and then licked the back of his ear as if to say ‘I hear you, I’m listening, I promise’. And then Tony lined up.

Peter’s body opened up for the pointed tip of Tony’s cock like it was the easiest thing, the wolf’s saliva easing its way. It was warm, and smooth, and big, but Peter took it silently, wordlessly, without complaint, until the very beginnings of the knot that Tony had warned him about countless of times nudged up against his stretched out rim and the wolf had successfully buried all of himself inside the human.

Peter let out a shuddery sigh, relaxing slowly with the soothing little licks to the back of his neck and his hair. Grooming. Tony had been doing that for a while, and it still helped Peter relax, inexplicably. But right now he couldn’t have been more glad.

Especially when Tony started moving not long after.

And it seemed that once he got a taste of it, that cautious approach he’d started out with was thrown out the window. The first few thrusts were relatively shallow, patient, careful – but Tony sped up quickly, putting that massive strength in his hind legs to good use to force himself in and out of Peter faster, quicker, rougher. Every thrust knocked the air out of Peter’s lungs but the overwhelming pleasure that came with the quickening pace left him without the ability to breathe anyway, so it didn’t matter.

Peter grabbed at the bedsheets, the only leverage he had against the rough thrusts that almost lifted him up off his knees every time, shaking the bedframe. Tony panted into Peter’s ear, hot and humid, occasionally darting his tongue across a stray drop of sweat that gathered on the back of Peter’s neck.

The younger man was useless beneath the wolf, just trying to keep himself on his knees, speared on Tony’s cock, tossed about with the force of the thrusts. He was strong, stronger than most human beings, but he had never felt more like a ragdoll than he did while Tony was fucking into him like that.

And he liked it. God forbid, he liked it so much that he came without touching himself, without even knowing that he did, floating on endless, overwhelming waves of pleasure that every harsh thrust brought with it.

They became more ragged and irregular by the second, and Peter knew that it would soon be over. He already missed it, even though it hadn’t even ended yet. But he was in for one more surprise.

Tony’s knot had already grown to the size of a relatively small apple, sitting at the base of his cock, nudging Peter’s hole with every other thrust, just begging to be let inside. It slipped in occasionally, much to Peter’s pleasure, that sudden, extra stretch and extra couple of inches deep within him rushing him closer and closer to a second orgasm.

And when Tony finally fitted all of it inside of him, and Peter could feel it rapidly start to increase in size, tugging at his already stretched out rim – that’s what did it for him the second time around.

Peter quickly brought a hand down between his legs to stroke himself through his orgasm, moaning and keening and writhing beneath the wolf as the knot grew and grew, sealing them together to be followed up with a load buried so deep inside Peter’s body that it had the younger man feeling more bloated than he ever did before.

He pressed a hand to his stomach, panting, marveling at the feeling, and froze up when he felt the deformation on his belly. He pressed against it, and Tony above him whined, his massive cock twitching inside him and filling him with another load.

Peter smoothed his fingertips over the bulge under his skin again and again, the thought of Tony so deep inside him that it could do that nearly sending him over the edge again, but his cock was still weakly twitching from his last orgasm. Although Peter wouldn’t be surprised if he would be good to go again in seconds. Not with the enormous knot tugging at his abused rim.

The large wolf collapsed on top of Peter, and he groaned under the weight, constricting around Tony. Instantly, Peter noticed the change. He hadn’t seen Tony this sedated, this sated or happy or satisfied in a long time, not while in his wolf form. Not to mention the affection that followed, the grooming and the playfulness, all so unhurried.

Peter praised the wolf softly, reaching a hand over his shoulder to pet his head and compliment him for his behavior and his patience. They were stuck together for a while, but even after, Tony was a different wolf.

He cleaned Peter up and made sure the young man got comfortable before he lay down with him and looked up at him with those big, doe eyes full of adoration, as if their spiritual bond had just been confirmed tenfold.

And really, Peter would be lying if he didn’t…kind of feel it too.

Or maybe he was just seeing things.

“I’d say that worked, didn’t it?” Peter murmured sleepily, combing his hand through Tony’s fur. He received a lick in return, which in wolf speak must have been something agreeable. Peter was sure that if Tony had been able to speak, he would have said so too. And he would have likely suggest they go for another round.

And hell, it only took Peter a little while to recuperate from his first time taking Tony’s wolf cock. Before too long, he was already toying with the sensitive sheath on Tony’s lower belly with a mischievous grin, watching the pointed tip of his cock slip out slowly.

If Tony could have raised his brows, he absolutely would have.

But he’d be crazy if he was going to say no.

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[snowstark]

perform (for me, baby)

written for @p-parkerthespiderboy as a part of the starker kink exchange! @starkerkink

It's Peter's first time entering a BDSM club. Things take an unexpected turn when he finds himself volunteering to be a part of Tony's demonstration in front of everyone.

Peter couldn’t help but feel nervous as he approached the entrance of the building. Never in his life did he expect that he would be here, standing in front of a BDSM club while trying not to pussy out. He couldn’t stop thinking about the what-if’s. What if he saw someone he knew? What if he somehow messed up and got banned from the club? What if—

“Shut up,” he told himself, interrupting the endless cycle of thoughts. Worrying like this was doing him no good except causing him to excessively sweat. Everything would be fine; he was just nervous. First time nerves always made everything new seem like a big, scary deal.

He knew that if he didn’t go in, he would end up regretting it. He’d discovered his interest in BDSM and kinks years ago. Years of extensive research and dabbling online meant that he wasn’t a completely newbie; it just meant that he was extra interested now that he knew for sure that he enjoyed it.

So, keeping that in mind, he slipped inside when the streets were relatively empty, wanting to try and stay out of sight. He was greeted by a woman who had a rather bored expression on her face. She checked him in and gave him his coloured bracelets—blue for submissive, white to show that he was single and ready to mingle.

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[starkerkink]

Starker Exchange 2020

Hello!

Another Starker event for those interested in joining 💗

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Event Info

This event is a kink exchange which means the event will be revolving around Starker and kink. Through a sign-up form, participants will enter three prompts they'd like to see filled and be assigned another participant where they will have the option of picking one of the prompts given. 

Kink is subjective so this event isn't solely for prompts that are in the extremes. The sign-up form will include a section for kinks you'd like to see as well as kinks you would not want. So for example, one participant may want Daddy kink while another doesn't. This is completely fine 💗

This event will last roughly 1 month so participants will have September to work on their prompt 😊

Who can participate?

Due to the nature of the event, participants must be 18+. Also, for this run, the event will focus on Fanfics/Fanart.

What are the minimums for this event?

Fanfics have a 1500 minimum word count.

Fanart should be lined.

Important Dates:

Sign-Ups will be open until: Sept 3, 2020 11:59 PM EST

Prompts sent: Sept 4, 2020

1st Check-In: Sept 16, 2020

2nd Check-In: Sept 27, 2020

Event Posting Date: Oct 2-3, 2020

Sign-Up Link Here 😈

If there's any questions, please feel free to send a DM or ask 😊

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Is any content prohibited?

There will be no restrictions on what is or isn't allowed. The only rule is to please tag accordingly and with appropriate warnings and kinks.

What are check-ins?

Life gets busy so I'll be sending out two reminders after prompts are sent. Check-ins are just a way for the mod to check how progress is. It can range anywhere from "I'm almost done!" to "I've just started but I'll finish in time!" and this is completely fine 😊

Check-ins can also be used to let me know if you have any concerns or need any help.

The first check-in will be once we are halfway through the event. The second check-in will be a week before the event is scheduled to start posting.

What if I can't complete on time?

The dates in the schedule is what I'll be aiming for and I'll do everything I can to help those that need it. This is also why the check-ins are important. I don't want anyone to be stressed by this event, I want it to be for fun more than anything.

So if you find yourself unable to complete the prompt on time, DM me and we can work it out. if you're unable to complete the prompt at all, please let me know as soon as you know. The sooner I'm informed, the more time I'll have to prepare. No hard feelings, life happens 💗

Additional Help/Beta Service

If anyone needs help in terms of throwing ideas around or would like beta services, I also offer this. Feel free to DM me at any at either this blog or @the-mad-starker​ and I’ll gladly do my best to help.

#starker #starker event #info #mod post #why does tumblr hate me #ughhh

[peachbabypie]

I saw someone else doing this and it's an amazing idea bc I can be anonymous and keep my name as a surprise. I got assigned your prompts and you didn't write anything regarding kinks or no go's, was that correct? Do you have any problems with Mafia, Daddy Kink and threats of violence (no actual violence though 🤔). I'm excited to write, your prompts are amazing

Hello darling!

Those sound amazing!! Please feel free to go wild and crazy! I’m honestly super easy and no kinks really weird me out all that much to “ban” them lmao. Would love for you to just explore whatever comes up or feels right while you’re writing/drawing! I’m so excited to see what you come up with! 🥰😍🥰😍🥰😍

#starker kink #kink exchange #anon #please! those sound amazing

[the107thh]

Written for @starkly as a part of the Starker Kink Exchange 2020 ( @starkerkink) This was a ton of fun to write and I hope you love it! 💕

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Summary: He felt his cock twitch in the tight constrains of his jeans, a wave of nauseous arousal swelling in him at the thought. And that, well, that was new. Tony had certainly never thought about fucking his son before, but now that he was… and now that his son was Peter… there was something shamefully hot about the situation, about the thought of fucking his own kid. 

Tags: Incest, Parent/Child Incest, Accidental Incest, Established Relationship, Implied Age Difference, Blowjobs, Dirty Talk, Face-Fucking, Spitting, Praise Kink, Wet & Messy, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Mild Size Kink, Coming Untouched

Read on AO3

Tony knew the rumors- he had heard the whispers, the murmured implications about his and Peter’s relationship. He’d been in the spotlight for too long to miss it, to be blind to what others said about him. But he also knew how to ignore it. Too much had been said about Tony Stark throughout his life, too many nasty, hurtful things, for the little rumors to affect him any more.

Peter, though, he was new to this. Sweet, doe-eyed Peter had never experienced the vitriol that an angry reporter could come up with, or the baseless accusations that a paparazzo would hurl to get a reaction, and those same whispers hurt him, hit him somewhere deep.

That was what made Tony do it, had made him anonymously send off a sample of their saliva to be DNA tested. He would do anything to protect Peter… and this seemed like the next natural step.

Because it wasn’t just their age gap that had caught the press’ attention, it was that coupled with Tony’s practically unaccounted for, but certainly promiscuous, twenties. Their matching brown eyes didn’t help, and neither did the distinctive slope of their noses, or any other of a million traits that the press had pointed out.

The evidence was damn near undeniable, but Tony knew better. He would’ve known if he had a kid, if he’d gotten some girl pregnant. Plus, Mary Parker had been married, a good girl, and Tony didn’t fuck married women… most of the time. Either way, Peter wasn’t his kid, no matter how much he called the older man Daddy, and Tony was going to prove it.

He’d set the manila envelope on top of a dozen others scattered on his desk, unopened and waiting for Peter to arrive after his classes were over. Tony already felt guilty about sending the samples off without telling his boyfriend, and he figured the least he could do was have them open the results together.

So he waited.

He got lost in a million other projects that needed his attention, hunched over his desk and music blaring.

Soon enough, Tony’s concentration was broken by the quiet ding of the elevator, and Peter bounding into the workshop. He immediately went over to the older man, drawing him into a gentle embrace as he pressed their lips together.

“Hey sweetheart,” Tony murmured, pulling Peter closer and tightening his arms around the boy. “Gotta surprise for you.”

“Mm, yeah?” Peter replied, pulling back to make eye contact, smiling gently as he spoke, “Got a present for me?”

“Not quite,” Tony drew back, reluctantly breaking the embrace to reach for the manila envelope sitting innocuously on his desk, “Thought we could finally put those rumors to rest, get some reporters off our back.”

Peter chuckled, sliding the envelope open with one slim finger. He pulled out the results, skimming over the printed words before his face suddenly went pale.

“Tony… this, this isn’t funny,” Peter whispered, a splotchy flush rising on his cheeks.

“What do you mean, sweetheart?” Tony asked, brow furrowed in confusion at Peter’s reaction.

“It… it says you’re my Dad. That… that can’t be right.”

Tony grabbed the paper from Peter’s weak grasp, scanning his eyes over the paper- and- “Fuck.”

He looked up to see Peter staggering away from him, trembling as he moved towards the couch that sat in the middle of the workshop.

Peter sat down heavily, shock radiating from every pore. “You… you’re actually my dad,” He looked up at Tony, cheeks flushed and eyes brimming with unshed tears.

“Baby-“ Tony began, voice low and hoarse, “It’s gonna be okay, we… we-“ But he didn’t know how to finish that sentence, didn’t know what exactly they were going to do. Because what did you do when you found out that your boyfriend, the man you love, the man you’ve been fucking, is actually your son?

He felt his cock twitch in the tight constrains of his jeans, a wave of nauseous arousal swelling in him at the thought. And that, well, that was new. Tony had certainly never thought about fucking his son before, but now that he was… and now that his son was Peter… there was something shamefully hot about the situation, about the thought of fucking his own kid.

But now certainly wasn’t the time to think about that, Peter was still hunched over on the couch, red faced and trembling, and Tony had to do something, anything, to fix it.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” Tony murmured, moving to kneel at Peter’s feet. “It’s gonna be okay, we don’t have to tell anyone, we can just keep denying the rumors as best as we can.”

Peter nodded tremulously, still not daring to look up at the other man, so Tony did what he did best and kept rambling to fill the silence. “I love you, Pete, this isn’t going to change that. We can just keep doing what we have been, dating, and just… try to forget all of this.”

“What if I don’t want to?” Peter asked, voice quiet as he finally looked up at Tony. The older man’s heart stuttered in his chest, his whole body going cold with fear. “You… you want to break up with me?”

“No! Tony, God no. I mean…” Peter paused, clearing his throat nervously and reaching out for Tony’s hands, clutching them tightly within his own. “What if I don’t want to forget? What if I… like that you’re my Dad?”

Tony’s breath stutters again, but for a different reason this time, as he is suddenly, painfully, hard in his jeans. “You… you like that I’m your Dad?”

“I know it’s weird, I know… but, yeah?” The younger man shifts in his seat, but not nervously, like Tony had thought before… more like, like he was hard, like he was as desperate for it as Tony was. He could practically feel the tension filling the room, the mood changing as he shifted where he was kneeling. Before he could respond though, Peter kept talking.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, it- it’s fucked up, I shouldn’t… be thinking like this, I just-“

“Peter, baby, it’s okay,” Tony interrupted, squeezing the young man’s hands tighter within his own.

“But it’s not!” Peter replied, frantic and breathy, “You probably think I’m some kind of… of freak, and I-“

And no, that’s not right, Peter’s freaking out, panicking, and Tony’s kneeling there hard in his jeans and he doesn’t know what else to say so instead of saying anything, he pulls Peter’s hand down, uncurling his fingers and pressing his hand into the stiffness of his cock.

Peter’s mouth closes with a snap, blinking confusedly as he stares up at Tony, “You…?”

“Maybe I shouldn’t… Maybe we shouldn’t be thinking like this, but I like it too, sweetheart,” Tony murmurs, pushing forward into the squeezing warmth of Peter’s, of his son’s, hand.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby,” Tony leaned forward, lips brushing against the curve of Peter’s ear as he whispered his next words to him. “Don’t know what it is, but I fucking love it, love the idea that you’re my son, that I’ve been fucking you with the cock that made you, and the whole goddamn time you’ve been calling me Daddy and we had no fucking clue.”

Peter moaned brokenly, twisting his head around to press his lips desperately against Tony’s, already needy and desperate as he melted into the kiss.

Tony returned the kiss viciously, licking and biting his way into Peter’s mouth as he pushed him to lay on the couch, pressing him into the cushions with his own weight.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Tony groaned, huffing out the words as he moved to bite along the tender skin of Peter’s neck, “Wanna get inside of you, wanna fuck that sweet little hole.”

“Please Daddy,” Peter mewled, pushing his hips up and into Tony’s, “‘M made for you, Daddy, made to take your cock.”

“Yeah you are baby boy, perfect little body, just for your Daddy- But that’s not what you wanna call me, is it? ‘Cause I’m not just your Daddy, am I, Pete?” Tony practically growled the words, pressing his hips down in a filthy grind that had Peter’s eyes rolling back in his head.

“Fuck,” Peter exclaimed, choking on the word as he twitched beneath the other man, already overwhelmed by sensation.

“Say it,” Tony murmured, lacing one hand into Peter’s hair, pulling his head back and forcing him to make eye contact, “Go on, baby, what do you wanna call me?”

The boy whined, clenching his eyes shut before choking out the words, “Dad, please, fuck me!”

“That’s it,” Tony growled, sinking his teeth into the tender expanse of skin between Peter’s shoulder and neck, “Beg for your Dad’s dick, baby, beg for the cock that made you.” He ran broad hands up the Peter’s sides, slipping them under his shirt and pulling, tugging until it was off, and Peter’s chest was bared beneath him.

He immediately turned his attention to the delicate buds of Peter’s nipples, sucking the left one into his mouth as the boy struggled for words beneath him.

Peter laced one hand into Tony’s hair, pulling him closer as he whined at the stimulation, “Please, Dad, want it so bad, ‘m so hard for you, I can’t- I can’t wait anymore, please!”

“Good boy,” Tony murmured, relishing in the shiver that wracked the boy’s body at the praise, “Your Dad’s gonna give it to you, don’t worry sweetheart.” He pulled back reluctantly, kneeling over Peter with a knee on each side of his hips. Peter looked wrecked already, flushed and wanting, his lips spit slick and swollen.

“So pretty for me sweetheart…” Tony ran his hands down the pale expanse of Peter’s sides, savoring the feeling of the smaller boy beneath him. “Wanna suck my cock, baby boy? Wanna get a taste of your Dad’s dick?”

Peter mewled at the thought, gripping Tony’s hips and leaning forward eagerly, desperate for whatever he could get from the older man.

“Easy, baby, Daddy’s gonna give you what you need.” Tony shuffled forward, moving to press Peter’s shoulders into the couch with his knees, before unzipping his jeans and pulling out his throbbing cock, dripping already with precum. “Open up for me sweetheart.”

Immediately, Peter opened his mouth, extending his tongue and looking up at his Dad with pleading eyes. Tony leaned forward, slipping two fingers into the wet warmth of his mouth and spreading them into a V, stretching Peter’s cheeks and framing his tongue with his fingers. “Good boy,” he murmured, before spitting directly into his mouth. Peter whined at the feeling, bucking beneath Tony’s weight.

Tony withdrew his fingers, wiping the spit on them alongside Peter’s jaw before thrusting his cock into the boy’s open mouth before he had a chance to swallow. Peter immediately moaned around the intrusion, eliciting a responding groan from the man above him.

“That’s it, baby, take it for me, take your Dad’s cock,” Tony thrusted shallowly in and out of the boy’s mouth, letting him get used to the sensation before pushing deeper, beginning to fuck Peter’s face in earnest. Spit was seeping out of the corners of Peter’s mouth, slicking the slide of his Dad’s cock as he fucked his face. Tears were pooling in his eyes, beginning to trickle down his face before Tony reached down, smearing the wetness across the boy’s face before pushing all the way down, burying himself in the warmth of Peter’s throat.

“Fuck sweetheart,” Tony grunted, grinding deeper as Peter choked helplessly around his cock, “Gotta be careful or you’re gonna make me cum, and I have plans for that sweet cunt of yours.” He pulled out of the boy’s mouth, wiping the spit slick head of his cock across the plumpness of Peter’s lower lip.

Peter whined at the loss, looking pleadingly up at Tony. “Hush baby, gotta get at that sweet little hole now.” The older man shifted, yanking off Peter’s jeans and groaning at the sight of his hard and flushed cock, and the way it curved up to bump against his toned stomach. “Beautiful, baby boy, should’ve known you were my son all along, with a pretty cock like that.”

”Fuck,” Peter groans, his voice choked and hoarse with arousal. “Please Dad, I-“

“Hush baby, your Dad’s gonna take care of you,” Tony gripped Peter’s hips, rough and bruising, and pulled the boy up, tilting him until he was balanced on his shoulders, pressed into the couch with his legs resting on his Dad’s shoulders. “Just gotta get my mouth on you first, taste my son’s sweet little cunt.” Peter mewled, canting his hips up further, eagerly opening himself for his Dad.

“Good boy,” Tony murmured, hushed and reverent before he leaned forward to lap across the twitching pucker of Peter’s hole, grinning at the moan it pulled from the boy. He licked sloppily around his opening, moaning at the taste in a way that has Peter’s toes curling, his heels pressing harder into the broadness of Tony’s back.

The older man is hungry, greedy as he pushes his tongue into Peter, making a mess of them both with his spit before reaching up to add a finger, pressing slowly into Peter’s warmth.

His son whines at the intrusion, pushing back in a silent plea for more.

“Fuck, Pete, wanted to take my time, give this pussy what it deserves,” Tony groans, shifting to lower Peter back down, splaying his legs open and making a space for himself between them. “But it’s too greedy, huh? You need your Dad’s cock too bad for that.”

Peter nods frantically, wrapping his legs around his Dad and pulling him closer. “Give it to me now, please?”

“Let me stretch you out a bit more, baby, still too tight to take your Dad’s big cock,” As he spoke Tony was leaning over, grabbing the bottle of lube that they had stashed under the couch after one too many lube-less workshop trysts. He quickly lubed up two fingers, sliding them into the tight warmth of Peter’s ass, already loosened from Tony’s tongue.

Tony knows its probably too much too fast, but he also knows that neither of them care, that they’re too worked up and too on edge for anything that’s not rough and on the verge of too much. Peter moans, murmuring pleas and curses as he pushed back against Tony’s hand, nearly incoherent with the need for more.

He scissored his fingers, stretching the boy as best as he could with what patience he had left. “Wanna take me now, sweetheart? Hmm? Wanna feel your Dad’s cock stretch that tight little hole?”

“Fuck, Dad,” Peter whined, cock twitching visibly at the thought, “Please, wanna feel your big cock stretch me out.”

Tony groaned at the thought, swiftly withdrawing his fingers to lube up his throbbing cock instead. He gripped himself firmly, lining himself up before pushing into Peter, moaning at the tight squeeze of his son around his cock.

“That’s it,” Tony murmured, panting as he buried himself in Peter, the boy’s eyes rolling back in his head as he moaned, clenching tightly around his Dad. “Take it all for me, baby.”

“It’s so big, Dad,” Peter whined, his words slurred with pleasure, “‘M so full.” Tony grunted at his words, beginning to fuck roughly in and out of him, the slick squelch of lube and spit filling the room. He tilted his hips as he did, pulling and arranging the boy so that he was nailing his prostate on each thrust.

Peter practically screamed at the sensation, clutching Tony’s arms and digging his nails into the firmness of the muscle there.

“Yeah? You like how your Dad’s cock fills you up?” Tony questioned, tightening his grip on the boys hips, pulling him back against him to meet his thrusts, changing the pace into something quick, brutal. Peter nodded helplessly flushed and thrashing beneath the older man. “’S gonna make me cum, Dad, ‘m gonna cum on your cock.”

“Fuck, sweetheart, wanna feel it, wanna feel you cum on the cock that made you,” Tony growled out, feeling his own orgasm building within him at the thought, at the anticipation of seeing his son cum just from his Dad’s cock fucking him.

Peter cried out, cursing as he threw his head back, cock spurting untouched between them as he came. He clenched down around Tony as he did, causing the older man to quicken his thrusts before he came, filling up his son as he groaned out his own release.

Tony leaned down, hips still twitched helplessly as he connected their lips in a sloppy kiss, exchanging air more than anything else but content in the intimacy anyways.

“Love you, Tony,” Peter murmured, lacing his fingers through the older man’s hair before pulling him closer.

“Love you too, Pete,” Tony replied, grinning, relieved and sated with his son in his arms.

#StarkerKink2020 #Starker #peter parker x tony stark

[p-parkerthespiderboy]

My gift for @brian-writes-starker for the Starker Kink Exchange @starkerkink. Omegaverse sub Alpha!Tony and dom Beta!Peter <3 I wrote it all in just 2 hours but it was fun!!<br/>

Peter was going to lose his chance if he wasn’t careful. 

He had been watching Tony now for the last few weeks. He noticed how the Alpha had seemed to be getting more and more agitated by the day. His rut would be starting soon and he would be more irritable than ever. 

Peter watched with interest as Steve leaned over to talk to Tony and saw the other Alpha stiffen up.  He got up and moved over to push the blonde away. 

“Tony, can I have a moment?” 

Peter tugged the now even more fuming Alpha from the other. His nostrils were flaring and he was staring at Peter with wild blown eyes. 

Yes, it was now or never, Pete. The younger boy swallowed and pushed up on his toes and kissed the older man. The man grabbed him hard by the waist, but Peter pushed back, pushing Tony against the wall. He took over the kiss, not even caring if the others could see them. He stood as tall as he could to kiss the Alpha, feeling a hard large cock pressed to his thigh and he grinned as he pulled away. 

Tony stared at him and took his hand and tugged him down the hallway and looked up to the ceiling. 

“Friday, order everyone out. Now.” He pulled Peter back to him and Peter used his strength to push the Alpha off and backwards to the bed. 

Tony watched him with big eyes, not sure if he could believe what he was seeing. 

The Beta moved and pushed Tony backwards and stood tall over him and took his chin into his hand. 

“Let me take care of you.” Peter smiled and suddenly, Tony felt like pudding in the younger Beta’s hands. Then Peter was kissing him again and moving to unbutton his shirt. 

Tony watched the small fingers move over his clothes, his hands able to move after a minute to help Peter out of his. Peter could have easily passed as an Omega with his small thin frame but the defined abs and strength proved the fact that he wasn’t.

Peter soon had Tony, his mentor, naked under him and he felt like the luckiest man on earth. He moved and kissed over Tony’s chest, the Alpha laying back and letting the other taste him. His own hands moved into the light honey brown hair, tugging lightly as the boy kissed all over on Tony’s body. Tony was panting as Peter moved lower, the boy kissing over his hip. He was staring at the large cock that was already leaking, sitting perfectly against Tony’s stomach.

Peter hummed as he kissed his way to the prize. The hand in his hair tugged a little bit more as he pressed the slightest pressure of lips to the head of Tony’s cock, the man beneath the Beta moaning. Peter grinned and took his time. Despite the hand tight in his hair and strong hips pushing up for more, Peter pushed Tony’s hips back down and wrapped his lips around him, sucking him slowly.

Peter moaned around him as he worked. Tony’s hips shook as Peter worked and the boy pulled him up and took the hand from his hair. 

The Beta had a wicked look in his eyes and Tony felt his hand being pushed to the bed, his cock jutting when he watched webbing shoot from Peter’s wrist to his own and he was only able to flex his fingers. Peter repeated the process with the other hand before moving his mouth back to Tony’s cock, sucking the Alpha down and he heard the older man swear as his hips still chased after the pleasure. 

Tony whimpered and his hands were held tight on the bed, caught under the sticking web. He rolled his hips a bit faster and Peter pulled off of Tony’s cock and looked up to him, his hand moving over Tony slowly. 

“You- Pete… Please.”

Peter grinned as his hand moved ever so slowly. 

“Already begging me? Here I thought Alphas didn’t beg. Perhaps I should see how long I can make this last.” 

Tony moaned and panted under him, his head tossed back against the bed, his hips moving trying to catch the hand pleasuring him. Peter watched in delight as Tony was such a whimpering mess already and he moved his fingers to brush the large knot at the base of Tony’s cock. Oh, yes, the Alpha was definitely beyond needy at this point. 

Tony shook under Peter. When the Beta touched his knot, it was almost too much and then he felt that hot mouth wrap back around his cock. Tony just about mewled for the other man. When he felt both hands wrap around the knot and how Peter swallowed around him, Tony let out a loud undignified noise.

“Peter, Pete, kid, please. Oh,f fuck, please–! Fuck, your mouth on me– Peter!”

Peter moaned at the Alpha’s words and moved his mouth up and down as the other continued to beg and moan. Tony’s hands  were tight under his webbing and tight on the bed as Peter moved his head. A hand around the knot pumped it over as he took him in his mouth. 

Tony was so close. Peter could feel it in the knot, how it became a little more taut in his hand that was moving and squeezing over the large swollen part. Peter moaned and blinked, his eyes moving up to catch the sight of Tony looking down at him and that’s when the first bit hit the back of his throat.

Tony was lost when those amber eyes hit him, full of lust and need, and he felt himself overcome in orgasm. He felt how Peter swallowed and worked his knot to help him through and he moaned softly. Peter hummed and pulled off after he felt Tony flag a bit in his hand and held him, knowing the Alpha was far from done despite his orgasam.

Peter watched him and smiled softly while Tony wiggled his bound fingers. “Do you mind fixing these? I promise to be good.” Peter chuckled softly and reached to pull at the webbing stuck to the bed and cleaned up Tony’s hands before the Alpha was pulling him up to kiss his mouth deeply. The older man’s hands moved over his body and to Peter’s hard cock. 

“Mind if I helped you out a bit, darling?”

Peter grinned and shook his head. He pushed back up to him and kissed him as Tony touched over him. 

“Ah, Tony, yes, please?” 

Tony grinned and moved his hand in slow gentle strokes and moved up over the Beta. His cock pushed against Peter’s thigh and he leaned over, kissing the younger man’s neck. 

“Mind if I have you?” Tony purred in his ear.

Peter tugged at him wrapped his legs around him and kissed him deeply. He shifted his hips and shook his head again and moved his hands over down Tony’s back. 

Peter shifted under the other man, his cock hard and aching where it was trapped with Tony’s hand or stomach. The Alpha reached over to the bedside table and pulled out some lube. Peter watched in fascination as Tony moved his hand up to Peter’s ass and the boy made a beautiful sound from under him. 

Peter smiled and lifted his hips to the hand currently teasing lube over his hole before he felt a digit move ever so gently into his body. Peter groaned as the finger moved and he felt the tip of a second one at his hole. Peter moaned and arched for the Alpha, moaning and cupping his face. 

“Come on, I can take my big Alpha, come on and give it to me.” 

Tony moaned and shifted, lifting Peter’s leg and freeing his fingers before he slowly  pushed into the other with a soft growl. He bottomed out and kissed Peter before the younger man rolled them over. 

“I told you, I can take it!” Tony watched, a bit of shock hitting him once more as Peter placed his hands on Tony’s chest and started rolling his hips. Tony’s hands held his thighs, watching as the boy moved and he moaned out loudly. 

“Fuck, Peter, you’re so beautiful.”

Peter grinned and moved faster, shifting his own hips and letting out a squeak as he felt Tony’s cock filling up every inch of him. Tony felt the sudden urge to take over, gripping Peter’s hips and pulled the boy down harshly and Peter moaned and snapped his hips again. 

“Like this? You gotta ask nicely, Mister Stark.”

Tony growled and his nails scraped over Peter’s thighs roughly, causing the boy to moan loudly and rock himself with gusto. The Beta snapped his hips more and Tony moaned. “Yes, Peter, just like that, more of that, please– Fuck, you feel so good!”

Peter moaned and moved faster on the older Alpha’s cock, his own cock bouncing between them. Tony reached out and stroked Peter with the boy’s wild thrusts. “You gonna come for me, Spidey? That’s it, come for me.”

Peter whimpered and whined before he painted Tony’s stomach and chest white.  Tony turned them back over once more to take his fill of the boy and Peter gasped and moaned and reached up, grabbing Tony’s neck. This kid was full of surprises. “Fill me.”

Tony moaned and let out a gasp that was cut off by a strong hand holding his neck and he felt his hips stutter as he came again and panted above Peter. The boy let go of his neck and looked at him with a lopsided grin. “Good Alpha, now, leave the mess and come hold me.”

Tony scoffed, pulling out of the boy slowly so he could move up and tug the other one close. Peter grinned and kissed the top of his chest softly. 

“Hmm, very good, Mister Stark. Now, let’s rest.” 

Tony rolled his eyes before he closed them. It wasn’t too bad, letting Peter be in charge. It was actually quite nice compared to the other sex he had in his lifetime. One could get used to this.

#nff #starker #inbox work incoming #a/b/o dynamics #tony stark #peter parker #starkerkink2020

[alphabet-blues]

Fanfiction Year in Review 2020

Really excited to fill this out because I just started writing again this year, and I’m really proud of my accomplishments. 

How many stories did you publish?

A whopping total of 29 fics on ao3

Total word count for 2020?

228,371

What fandoms did you write for this year?

All Spider-Man fandom, but an even split between Parkner and Starker

Did you write more, less, or roughly the same you expected you would?

Way, way, WAY, more than I was expecting, considering I wasn’t really expecting to write at all. 

What story you wrote in 2020 are you most proud of?

Definitely, something in the way. I think it’s one of my favorite fics I’ve ever written. 

Did you take any writing risk this year?

I participated in my first bingo, and kink exchange, so that was exciting! A lot of my fics started as personal writing challenges that I wanted to tackle. I’m known for playing with dynamics. 

Do you have any fanfiction goals for 2021?

I hope to write just as much - if not more than this year, and to be as proud of it as I am of the work I put out in 2020. 

What is your most under appreciated story?

Gosh. Idk. Any interaction I get on any fic is great. Maybe jesus loves you (this i know) which is my Parkner fic I have a huge soft spot for that didn’t get as much interaction/comments. Might write a sequel to it sometime this year.

Most unintentionally telling story?

Oof. Probably in bloom, cause that’s just my soft baby fic. 

Most popular story of the year?

Wet, omg. That fic got so much traction, of which I wasn’t expecting, because it was just a little one shot based off of an idea I couldn’t get out of my head. It’s currently at 555 kudos on ao3. 

Ao3 stats?

Wet is my most popular this year, with 555 kudos 77 bookmarks 15 comments and 7,541 hits. BUT! in bloom is fighting for popularity and will most certainly take the title once it’s finished. Right now in bloom is at 447 kudos 82 bookmarks 91 comments and 9,800 hits

Most fun story to write?

Honestly, probably something in the way, just because I wrote it all in one night and haven’t been able to reenact that brain wave since. 

Biggest fanfiction related disappointment of 2020?

Can’t really think of any disappointments. Everything about my experience was so overwhelmingly positive. 

Biggest fanfiction related surprise of 2020?

The fact that I wrote 200k at all! Omg! I went from having barely anything on my ao3 to suddenly being a writing fiend. I hope I can write just as much, if not more, in 2021.

Biggest fanfiction fans of 2020?

I have to thank all the lovely friends I’ve made this past year, and everyone in the discord. They have given me a home and second family, and I couldn’t be more grateful.

@tellmenoagain-cj @parkner-keenker @livvibee @citrusmoonlight @the-mad-starker @itfeelssogoodmrstark @jeranasblog @lordgreyjoy @unsettledink @vaguekiwi @halowastaken

if i forgot anyone i’m sorry! these were all the tumblrs i could think of :)) <3

#fanfiction #starker #parkner #fanfiction year in review #fanfiction 2020 #mine #personal #venomondenim

[the-mad-starker]

Hello, I love events and love doing em so this post is to see how many people would be interested in a Starker kink exchange? There was one a while ago but it kinda poofed so 😱

I'd probably do something aiming to post fills by Oct/Nov but there's already events being planned by StarkerFestivals (not exchanges though) so maybe not? 🤔

Edit: I've created the event @starkerkink with signups open until Sept 3rd 😊 feel free to join if you're interested

#starker #starker event

[ohwereusingourmadeupnames]

And the Land is Dark

Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark (Starker) Rating: Mature (M)  Notes: This is my fic for @twokinkybeans‘s Jar of Dirt challenge. The kink was outdoor sex - so we got camping and nakedness!  Warnings: outdoor sex, NSFW stuff, & the inevitable softness that comes with my work. Summary: 

Tony and Peter alternate picking vacation destinations for the summer & it’s Peter’s turn. When he brought up camping, Tony had his reservations. It turns out that fresh air and Peter Parker are the perfect combination. 

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The most important thing for Tony in his relationship with Peter, was equality.

When they first met on MIT’s campus, Tony had no idea that Peter worked in his R&D department – it’d been a long time since he graced the actual Stark Industries building and couldn’t have possibly known the well-rounded, extremely attractive man worked FOR him.

They were in one of the alumni buildings, gathered with the last 30 years’ worth of MIT graduates celebrating something or another. The conversation didn’t veer close to anything professional – everyone knew what Tony did; breaching the topic only led to shop talk that he didn’t want to stomach more than absolutely necessary.

Finding out that Peter got his checks from his company didn’t change anything between them – it simply made Tony much more conscious of the power imbalance that could easily be made into an issue (and not necessarily from Peter himself). The age gap between them didn’t make him bat an eye, Tony preferred the men he dated to be somewhat younger. For both of their sakes, Tony made Peter’s desires to be independent his first priority.

That included, much to his dismay, vacation picking duties. Over the past 3 years they’d been together, Tony and Peter alternated who picked the destinations for the entirety of the summer. It was one of the only times of the year Tony didn’t have many obligations – he could carelessly spend it with Peter without feeling an ounce of guilt. He simply wished this was his year to pick.

Peter brought up the idea of taking a camping trip to start off their extended vacation around March. He showed Tony pictures of the Great Smoky Mountains for a few weeks before he finally told Peter he was game and would love camping in a secluded site on the banks of one of the streams running through the trail. Tony loved to camp and did a ton of it after he graduated from college and tried to sow his wild oats.

It quickly became apparent that Peter had never gone, however. Peter walked into REI with a determined grin that immediately turned panicked. His eyes got comically wide – Tony picking up on the overwhelmed feeling almost instantly. “It’s alright, Pete. We’ll start with the simple stuff and go from there. I’ve got your back,” Tony said softly, his arm wrapping around wide shoulders that were pinched together tightly. “Sleeping bags first.”

The rest of the adventure around the outdoor store was filled with Tony giving Peter a rundown on all of the different equipment while they picked it out. They settled for two huge sleeping bags, a 6-person tent, some campfire cooking utensils and a stove, and the little trinkets that Tony convinced them both they needed (because who didn’t need a waterproof match container?) Footing the bill didn’t feel bad at all, the smile on Peter’s face was more than worth it.

To really enjoy the camping experience, Peter convinced him that driving would be the best way to get to their mountain excursion – so, he talked Happy into letting him drive the man’s SUV in exchange for a couple extra weeks of vacation for him and Pepper. It was the easiest deal he ever made – but, Happy didn’t need to know that. They packed and repacked the car way more times than necessary before Peter deemed them ready to set out on the 12-hour drive.

Tony took the first driving shift; they set off around 3 in the morning to make the most out of the empty roads and lack of traffic. The espresso Peter made him before they left kept him wired for 5 hours straight – they watched the sun come up and sang to the playlist Peter put together when their StarkPhones actually got reception.

Peter took over after the second bathroom stop – Tony filled up the car and their coffee cups before they set out again. This time, the music stayed off; Tony put on his reading glasses and pulled out Fire & Blood, the book he’d been reading to Peter every night before they passed out for the last couple of weeks. It seemed juvenile, but it was soothing for them both. The story was compelling and got them through another big chunk of the drive.

Their next pit stop took a while. The closer they got to the mountains and the park they were staying in, the narrower the selection on food stops and grocery stores became. Tony caught Peter eyeing the McDonald’s they passed when they took the exit, which just so happened to be located right across the way from a local supermarket. The big coolers they got during their shopping adventure were empty and waiting to be filled with junk food meant to sustain 2 grown men for three days.

The sheer amount of packaged chips and cookies Tony watched Peter put into the cart made him laugh, his boyfriend at 26 still ate like a 10-year-old. The idea of letting go of the reins of his diet for the next few days quickly became a reality with every new and intriguing sweet Peter claimed tasted amazing. The plan was to hike around and enjoy the surroundings, anyway – that would require extra sustenance.

Getting the supplies situated and binging on McDonald’s took them another hour, both of them more than satisfied when they got back on the road to finish off the drive and finally get to their destination. As Tony drove, he talked about some of his own camping trips – the two of them laughing when he described the poison ivy he’d accidentally wiped his ass with. The view got better the closer they got and by the time they were pulling in to claim their camping spot, the sky was lit with a gorgeous sun surrounded by the most beautiful clouds.

A look of wonder passed across Peter’s face the further into the park they got. For the first time since Peter planned the trip, Tony realized that this was probably Peter’s first time ever seeing anything like this. Queens didn’t have a good view of the sky most of the time, let alone beautiful mountain passes and cotton-ball clouds. Reaching across the center console, Tony gripped Peter’s hand tightly. They shared a smile before Peter turned his attention back to the view out the window.

As far as first days went, Tony didn’t have anything to complain about. Watching Peter attempt to put the tent up before realizing that a single pull would do it provided entertainment Tony didn’t count on. The rosiness of Peter’s cheeks when he caught Tony looking at him making it even better. “You knew how easy that was, didn’t you?” Peter questioned, affection and annoyance battling for dominance on his face.

“I sure did. I thought it would be better to let you figure it out. How are you going to learn if I do everything for you?” Tony looked at him pointedly, the man more than familiar with the fact that Peter put learning and knowledge above all else. The eye roll he got was totally fair, and all the more adorable because of it.

They unpacked the campfire stove and all the accessories for it and put them into the tent – Tony could tell that Peter was already ready to start exploring. After getting changed, the pair set out for a long hike – they caught the sunset standing on a flat summit of the mountain closest to them. The best part of it all was the look of awe still clearly etched on Peter’s face – there were colors reflecting in his eyes that didn’t even exist in the confines of New York’s city limits.

Hand-in-hand, Tony used the last dredges of light to get them back to their campsite. Peter held the lantern for him while he started a fire when they got back – the idea of having warm food one they both were looking forward to becoming an actuality. He talked through the entire process as he did it – Peter listened carefully; his eyes wide as he watched every one of Tony’s movements carefully. When they eventually got the hot dogs on the skewers, Tony was exhausted and lulled into a relaxed state by the sound of Peter’s voice and the open quiet surrounding them.

Sleep came easy, Tony passed out on his back with Peter curled up against his side, and when they woke up the next morning, neither seemed to have moved at all throughout the night. Peter kissed him fully awake and promised a naked dip in the water after getting food in his belly. Tony worked his culinary magic and put together a pretty decent bacon and egg combination.

The rest of the day was spent walking along the water ways that connected to each other throughout the trail. Peter looked insanely adorable splashing through some of the deeper water. A couple of times, the waded into a stream that was not meant for humans to be in and Tony had to drag himself and the koala bear clinging to him out of the faster currents. It was one of the best days Tony could remember having in a while – sunburn and blisters on his feet included.

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The next two days followed the same pattern – Peter picked out a spot he wanted to go explore and they spent all day doing so. Tony kept them fed and alive when Peter slipped and dislocated a finger – it seemed like a life or death situation in the moment, at least. It was a blast, soaking in the sun and simply enjoying being together. Their nights were spent curled up around the fire, both too exhausted to do much more than talk about the day’s adventure and exchange lazy kisses.

As the end of the trip creeped up on them, Peter finally let them be lazy. They drank beer and floated in the small stream in front of their campsite. Getting drunk before 1 in the afternoon was an absolute treat and led to the most exquisite nap under the tree they tied their hammock to. The past few days of excitement compounded and created a wave of fatigue that brought them under until the edges of the day were creeping in.

“Pete, wake up, baby. Let’s have some dinner and enjoy the stars one more time,” Tony mumbled sleepily, his eyes blinking awake only moments before. The sky was starting to turn that hazy pink and orange color – if they moved quick enough, they could eat their dinner under a crimson sky waiting eagerly to give way to clarity and brightness.

It took a few minutes for Peter to come around, Tony spending all of them peppering Peter’s skin with soft kisses and caressing the parts of him he could reach in their tangled-up position in the hammock. The sleep-lines on Peter’s face pulled a chuckle from Tony’s chest, his fingers tracing over them without hesitation. “Sleepy Pete is one of my favorites.” Giving him a quick kiss on the lips, Tony did his best not to kick Peter in the face as he climbed out of the ENO.

Hamburgers and beans by the fire as the sun set couldn’t be beat – Peter woke up with a ton of energy and obliterated all the food Tony put in front of him, a wide smile on his face while he did it. Completely satisfied, Tony relaxed into the chair that’d been his main source of back support for the past few days. Peter’s wandering hands landed in his lap a few minutes later, a familiar heat in his eyes.

“Want to sleep under the stars tonight?” Peter asked, his voice low, the timber of it an invitation for more than just sleeping under the night sky.

Without hesitation, Tony nodded his head, his fingers running down the length of Peter’s arm. “Sounds romantic,” he mumbled in response, the two of them sharing a soft laugh at the sarcasm that Tony couldn’t always help. Leaning over the arm of his chair, Tony invaded Peter’s space, his lips pressing against his boyfriend’s cheek. “The big sleeping bag right by the fire is probably our best bet.”

There wasn’t any rush in their movements. Peter climbed out of his chair a few minutes later and went about getting their trash into the big bag they’d been putting everything in. He would not so casually meet Tony’s eye overtop the fire, his smile getting sultrier as the seconds passed.

When Peter dragged the sleeping bag out and unzipped it, Tony couldn’t handle the waiting around anymore. He got up from his chair and took the handful of steps that separated him from the gorgeous man he got to call his own. Kicking off the moccasins he wore around their campsite, Tony grabbed Peter’s hand, pulling him down to the ground with him. Peter’s wide eyes had him laughing seconds before he pressed forward and captured slightly chapped lips in a warm kiss.

Despite it being June, the nights were a little chilly – so Tony took great care when stripping Peter down to nothing. Shoes came off first, then the first layer of shirts covering the naked skin of Peter’s chest. Tony took off a piece of his own clothing when something of Peter’s hit the ground. When they were shirtless and busy kissing each other breathless, Tony covered Peter with his upper body, the warmth between them more than enough to keep a chill at bay.

Tony took his time taking off Peter’s pants. His lips lingered on a delectably long neck; the skin still red from their time in the sun. Tracing his name with his tongue, Tony marked a path down, down, down until he was settling between the v of Peter’s legs. His fingers worked the button open, Tony blowing a warm gust of air against the front of bright blue boxer-briefs as the zipper of tight jeans came down. The bulge pressing up against the tight fabric pulsed, Peter obviously very interested in what was about to happen.

Bypassing the area Peter wanted him to touch the most, Tony continued his journey to get Peter completely naked. Slim hips came up off the ground when he started to peel the jeans down Peter’s legs, the boxer briefs coming down with them. Tony ran just the tips of his fingers down the inside of spread thighs, the goosebumps pebbling across Peter’s skin a tangible reaction that never ceased to make Tony harder than a rock.

Too interested in Peter’s skin in the moonlight to worry about his own pants, Tony palmed Peter’s bare erection, the length pulsing into his touch. Groaning, he tightened his grip and started to slowly pump down to the base and back up again, his thumb swiping across the already leaking head. “You’re absolutely stunning like this,” Tony admitted, his eyes moving from the show his hand was making to Peter’s, the normal hazel a little darker, pupils completely overtaking most of the iris.

“You drive me crazy,” Peter moaned out, his bottom lip being pulled between his teeth as he tossed his head back.

Tony let his lips trail over the weepy head, his tongue poking out for a taste.

Fingers fisting into Tony’s hair had him taking more of Peter’s length in his mouth – his boyfriend groaning each time his lips tightened during the upstroke. Tony pressed the back of his head into Peter’s hand, the contact there spurring him on just as much as the cock sliding deeply into his throat. His own erection pressed messily against the seam of his pants, everything about Peter in that moment fanning the fire in his belly. Thrusting a hand down, Tony adjusted himself, a moan being choked out around the cock in his mouth.

Moving quickly, Tony got up onto his knees, his mouth still firmly working Peter’s cock over as he did. Shaky fingers got the button of his pants open, the immediate rush of relief pulling a groan from him again. Tony forced his eyes shut, his fingers pulling the zipper down and shoving his pants down just enough to free up his cock. Only then did he pull up and off Peter’s erection, his eyes finding the other’s while he shimmied the rest of the way out of the intrusive pieces of clothing.

Tony wrapped a hand around himself, a tight fist stroking up and down a few times just to relieve a bit of tension. “Fuck –“ he gasped out, Tony letting his chin drop to his chest. A huge gust of air left his mouth – it felt like physical pain, pulling his hand away from himself. Peter looked at him intensely, the tip of his pink tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lip. Unable to resist, Tony leaned over him, pressing their lips together briefly.

He didn’t allow himself too much time to luxuriate in the feel of Peter’s tongue against his own, though. His boyfriend was thrusting up against him, the sticky wetness of his cock dragging along the skin of Tony’s stomach. Settling into the gap of Peter’s thighs again, Tony used both hands to push his thighs further apart, everything deliciously on display for him.

Fingers of his right hand wrapped around the base of Peter’s cock, while Tony used his left hand to pull Peter’s ass cheeks apart. He let his tongue graze along the already fluttering hole, the move pulling a shout from the man above him. “Fuck – keep doing that,” Peter muttered mindlessly, the words broken apart by gasps and moans. Tony didn’t need to be told twice.

Redoubling his efforts, Tony gripped Peter tightly and let the pace of his hand match the swipes and thrusts of his tongue. Peter’s hands pawed at him uselessly, the hitch of his hips and the frequency of his breathing telling him just how close he actually was. “Cum for me, Pete.” Tony forced his head up, his lips and chin glossy from his own spit and the messy way he went down on Peter with abandon. It took a singular nod from Tony before Peter was coming, thick pearls of cum coating Tony’s fingers and the supple skin of Peter’s abdomen.

Tony didn’t give him any time to recover, he simply ran his fingers through the warm cum and used two of them to press against Peter’s entrance. They slipped in without much resistance – his tongue and the orgasm did a decent job relaxing Peter and his usually wound up body. He set a fast pace, the second Peter let him in, Tony was thrusting and pulling back with efficiency – doing just enough to make sure there wouldn’t be any pain.

Face red and cock pulsing, Tony replaced two fingers with three, his arm tired from the ruthless way he was simply taking. Peter didn’t seem to mind, though – his cock was already starting to harden against his stomach, the pulse of it making him clench around Tony’s fingers.

“I’m ready, I’m ready. Fuck me, Tony,” Peter’s words cut through whatever rational braincells were left. Tony pulled his fingers out and spat in his hand, the leftover cum and spit the perfect lubricant for a coupling like this – wild and carefree. He didn’t let his hand linger as he spread the fluids over his length, the mere touch made him want to explode. Tony had just enough left in the tank to heft Peter’s legs around his hips as he lined the tip of his cock against Peter’s hole and pressed forward, bringing them together as one.

His hands pressed into the sleeping bag up by Peter’s head, his fingers just shy of being able to play with the hair that haloed out. Bringing his bottom lip between his teeth, Tony went through the periodical table in his head to give Peter a second to adjust and to stave off the orgasm that was quickly approaching.

Peter took his own erection in his hand and started to stroke, the darkness in his eye reflecting the moon above perfectly. Pale skin seemed to glow in the depth of the darkness surrounding them, the hand Tony watched becoming iridescent the longer he stared. The movement was a nice distraction, but not enough to stop his hips from swiveling and pulling back, the press inside the only thing he wanted in that moment. Tony let his head hang between his shoulders, the force of his thrusts easier now that he wasn’t trying to hold himself up as much.

The clench around him drove him towards the edge before Tony could stop it from happening. Dropping down to his elbows, Tony trapped Peter’s hand between them to stop the rhythmic jerking over smooth skin. Each tug caused Peter’s hole to clamp down around him and it was pulling Tony to the precipice a lot quicker than he wanted. “You’re going to make me cum. You feel so fucking good,” Tony babbled, his nose moving over Peter’s cheek with every back and forth thrust.

Hands grabbed his face, Peter tugging until Tony shifted his attention to him. He couldn’t stop the roll of his hips, so he didn’t try – staving off obviously wasn’t going to happen. Peter looked at him with his mouth wide open and pupils blown, the sight of it almost enough to pull him over, the tantalizing squeeze and tug of their physicality be damned. Their lips brushed and for a moment, they shared panted breaths.

“Flip me over,” Peter mumbled when Tony tore away from the kiss, his heart pounding from the anaerobic thrusts of his hips and the astounding lack of oxygen. Clenching his eyes shut, Tony nodded. A miracle stopped his hips and allowed him to pull out – the two of them fumbling around for a minute before Tony was on his back and Peter was settling over him, his tight hole already surrounding Tony’s cock.

“Shit – I’m not going to last much longer, baby.” Tony looked up helplessly, his fingers wrapping around Peter’s hips tightly. “I’m so close – “

Peter smirked down at him, his hand wrapping around his cock before he started a ruthless pace with his hips. The strain of his rise and fall could be seen so plainly in the clench of heavily muscled thighs and the ripple of abs that were so warm and tight – it was fucking beautiful.

Throwing his head back, Tony felt the heat in his stomach hit the boiling point, his orgasm sweeping over him like wildfire. He planted his feet and thrust his hips up, the throbbing tip of his cock pressing against Peter’s prostate – the move enough to pull him right over the edge with Tony. A satisfied moan left Tony’s lips at the feeling of Peter’s cum coating his skin.

The brightness of the stars made Peter glow – the post-orgasmic haze swirled around his limbs, making him look like one of the stars in the sky himself. Smiling widely, Tony let his hands trail over the pale skin, the moonlight not conceding under his fingertips, no matter where he touched. In that instant, he knew he’d never be able to look at Peter the same – the ethereal nature surrounding him right now would forever be engrained in the back of his mind; Peter was beautiful all the time, but this took it to a new level.

Not able to stand the distance between them any longer, Tony wrapped his arms around Peter’s middle and pulled him down. Their lips met, the kiss a steady reminder of the never-ending thrum of love and affection that pulsed between them. Three years later and they were still rocking each other’s worlds.

The coolness of the air broke them apart a while later, the cum cooling on Tony’s chest starting to get a little too sticky for his liking. Groping around, Tony found his t-shirt and wiped his and Peter’s chests. When Peter got up, the situation was beyond help. “We’re going to have to get in the water,” Tony said nodding towards the steadily running stream they’d been “bathing” in all week.

Chilly air drove them into the flow – the coolness was inescapable, though; Tony’s skin immediately lit up with goosebumps. He worked quickly to get himself clean, the water icy the longer he stood nude in the elements. Peter didn’t seem to be moving, so Tony splashed some water over at him, a laugh leaving his lips.

A wash of water hitting him wasn’t all that surprising, Peter was never one to back down from any sort of challenge laid down in front of him, especially where Tony was concerned. Shaking his head, Tony retaliated, the wave hitting Peter starting an all-out war. By the time they were panting for breath, neither man could remember what the cold seeping in felt like. Peter wrapped his arms around Tony’s neck, his wet and naked torso pressing in to share body heat

“This was fun,” Peter said, his expression open. “Really fun. I didn’t know being away from everything could be so – nice.”

Filling in the rest of the space, Tony let his arms wrap around Peter’s hips. He tilted his head and stole a quick kiss. “You just have to be open to appreciating it, Petey.” Tony brushed their noses together before pressing in for another kiss.

Later, wrapped up together in the sleeping bag, Tony pressed his face into the back of Peter’s neck. He snuggled into the warmth there and let out a soft sigh. “Where are we headed next, anyway?” Tony asked, his body completely relaxed.

Peter grabbed his hand and kissed the back of it, the spread of a smile evident on his lips still pressed against Tony’s skin. “How do you feel about white-water rafting?”  

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