#starker nff

[madeforstarker]

Obedience gets Tony going. Peter asking for things politely gets Tony going. Peter adding 'please' gets Tony going. He's such a weak man when it comes to his boy being so polite and pliant and soft and shy yet still asking things from him.

From the innocent ones,

"S-sir, I really want this new lego set..."

"S-Sir, there's this s-science convention I want to go to but- but I want you to come with me, please..."

"Yoou t-told me not to go out without your permission s-so I stayed until you c-called me back, sir..."

To the completely sexual ones,

"P-please! Please- daddy- please, can I cum d-daddy? Please?"

"Daddy, can I please suck on your cock w-while you work?"

"Can you please play w-with my c-cock, daddy?"

#starker #tnpt #made: prompts! #starker nff

[spider-mancan]

but like peter getting fucked by some random guy at a club because he is just fucking so fed up with waiting for tony to see him as an adult, he's giving up, but when tony sees Peter after he somehow just Knows there's cum dripping down Peter's thighs

queue tony shoving peter up against the wall because he's so jealous he's seeing red, tugging peter's pants down to check the damage, shoving his fingers inside with the feral urge to clean peter out

it's only when peter's knees give out that tony realizes he's finger fucking peter within an inch of his life. not intentional. but once he realizes what he's doing, he...well. speaking of feral.

they're both totally dressed and peter is covered in glitter and smells like amaretto sour and he's so fucking open when tony fumbles to get his dick out and just fucking slides in like an animal, some stranger's cum dribbling out around his cock, smearing over peter's taint

tony uses peter's underwear like reins, hiking them up into a french cut so he can pull peter back on to his dick and the sound is CRIMINAL it's a squelch and peter's moans and peter banging his head against the wall be he knows this is a mistake but it's so fucking good

and tony pushes peter's face into the wall and presses in close and asks peter -- angry and snarling -- if he's a whore, if that's what he wants to be, and if that's the case tony will turn him into one, anything for peter, anything for you kid

its meant to be mocking but peter cums in his pants so hard his vision goes white andh is moans choke out and tony still has his hand on the back of peter's neck like he's a dog to master

but tony keeps going because there's still cum in peter's ass and that's just too bad, tony's going to have to flood it out

he comes hard, and he's merciless in fucking peter through it. peter is sagging against the wall and tony doesn't pull out, presses closer, moves his hips so peter feels his soft cock inside and Knows

when tony pulls out cum drips onto the floor and tony pulls peter's underwear back up with a snap of the waistband, carefully rights peter's pants and reaches around, still panting in peter's ear, to delicately tuck peter's cock away and do up his belt buckle

peter's underwear is full of cum -- the stranger's, and two loads that are all peter. now tony's slides out of him slow and languid. peter ACHES. fuck. he has to livewithout this feeling. he CANT live without this feeling. dirty and wanted and full and empty.

peter's underwear is full of cum -- the stranger's, and two loads that are all peter. now tony's slides out of him slow and languid. peter ACHES. fuck. he has to livewithout this feeling. he CANT live without this feeling. dirty and wanted and full and empty.

and tony just gives peter a gentle pat on the ass and directs him towards peter's room. "you smell like sex." and peter thinks that probably means "you smell like me" but tony is still a little too feral to put the pieces together

blah blah blah peter is freaking out but there's a plug in his nightstand and when he goes to tony's room tony is sitting on the bed with his head in his hands and he looks at peter with those wilds eyes and peter just holds out the toy and says "i want to keep it"

because fuck you he's drunk and horny and in love, and tony doesn't need to make a whore out of him be peter is already kind of a whore, and he drops his pants and his underwear so tony can see the bruises and glitter on his knees, and he steps out. and he crawls onto the bed.

he presents his ass because tony's ferality is contagious, and tony strokes a hand up the back of peters thigh with fucking Reverence, rubs cum into peter's taint w his thumb until peter's cock is twitching, presses butterfly kisses to peters back while pushing in the plug

peter thinks tony would probably turn a blind eye to peter just falling asleep here in tony's bed, but he gets up. he picks up his pants and his briefs, hangs the cumsoaked underwear on tony's door knob before shutting the door behind him.

peter wakes up smelling like tony but the real question is whether tony is still going to love it.

#starker #ironspider #tnpt #starker nff #considers #i wrote this in twt because i'm deranged #they fuck in the kitchen in the morning its a big food safety violation

[sinner-for-starker]

Dad Tony coming home from work and he badly wants to shower so instead of going to his ensuite bathroom he goes to the shared bathroom he had with his son. When he enters the bathroom he is instantly hit by the smell of vanilla and something sweet like strawberries indicating that Peter had just taken a bath. He sighs in content, taking in the smell of his baby, then he sees an innocent pink panties with hearts on them, his heart racing, he makes his way to the panties, takes a hold of them and feels the crotch is wet, he groans and puts it closer to his nose and inhales the sweet smell of his baby's cum on the panties, his cock hardens at the scent and he takes out his cock, jerking it off while smelling his baby's panties. But what he doesn't know is that his son had put a camera inside the bathroom and now fingering himself to the image of his dad jerking off to his used panties.

#starkercest #nff #starker #starker nff

[starkerscuteworld]

Peter has the prettiest doe eyes and knows how to use them. He will give Tony the biggest puppy eyes to get what he wants, when he wants it.

The relationship works perfectly as Tony loves to spoil Peter with anything he could ever want in life.

But don’t worry, Peter will make sure Tony knows how grateful he is. He will always thank Tony with a blowjob after every new surprise.

He will give the sloppiest head ever known, taking the older man all the way down until he’s gagging and choking on it.

Tony could never get over the feeling of the younger’s mouth, letting out the most whoreish moan at the feeling of Peters throat constricting around his cock.

He would gently pull Peter off and tell him not to hurt himself, only to have those fucking pretty eyes on him, brimmed with tears from the gagging.

“But I want it to hurt, Mr. Stark.” Peter would say in the sweetest voice, a voice that should not be speaking such a filthy sentence.

and who is Tony to say no to his pretty boy? After all, he gets everything he asks for.

#starker #starker fandom #ironspider #tony x peter #starker au #tony stark x peter parker #starker nff #starker fic #starker fanfiction #sophie’s writing

[monster-cock69]

Tony fucking Peter against the bathroom wall with a hand pressed tightly over his mouth while Peter cries because "you knew what you were doing coming into my office dressed like that. now shut the fuck up and take it like the slut you are"

#starker #nff #starker nff #tony stark #peter parker #semi cnc #marvel #avengers #spiderman #iron man #prompt #someone please write this

[starkerhowlter]

DeskWarmer

Ship: Starker Rating: Nc-17 (E) Contains: Cockwarming, Technical exhibitionism, Casual use of toys, namecalling, daddy kink, begging, crying Words: 1739 Summary: "Alright, baby, but I have to get back to work so I can't give you my full attention. You'll have to be like a little rent-a-slut at my desk and keep me company."

Read it on AO3

Dedicated to @endgame-ironspider who sent to the Super Starkers Discord "cockwarming cockwarming cockwARMING COCKWARMING" at like 3 am one April night. This is the result. Hope you love it! unbeta'd, any mistakes are my own

The keys jingle in the front door when Peter turns the lock. The sound of the Scantron machine echoes in his head, the repetitive biting of the machine everywhere there's a missed answer. He gently places his backpack down on the bench in the foyer and walks upstairs. The smell of Tony's cologne lingers in the air mixed with the other smells ranging from cigarettes to gunpowder. Peter's head hurts. The stimulus from the world around him is too much, he needs his one solace -- he needs Tony.

He opens the door to their shared bedroom suite and fights the urge to collapse on the bed and wrap the duvets around himself. The older's t-shirt and jeans still lay on the floor next to the bed, a single remaining symbol of the nights before. He longs for that again. The solace that's found in the man's smell and warmth, the feeling of fullness that only he can provide. Peter's trance is broken, however, when he hears Tony's voice travelling from somewhere else in the house. He sounds stressed, anxious, and as though he's also longing for Peter. The younger's eyes flutter shut briefly, muscles threatening to give out at any moment. Instead of indulging his body's cries, he elects to open the drawer on the black chest of drawers underneath the mounted TV. Inside is most of the clothes Tony has selected for him when he feels like this. Soft silks, fluffy sweaters, worn through band tees that have been washed one too many times. He finds a black oversize t-shirt that hangs loose on Tony as well and lays it on the bed. The red flecks of a long-gone logo stare back at him as he strips off his t-shirt and jeans from school and changes into the shirt, not bothering to find a pair of pants before leaving the room.

Peter pads down the hallway, pausing momentarily at the foot of the staircase, nodding at Sam and Bucky guarding the door. The two nod back, permitting him upstairs. Not like their approval would have mattered either way. He hears the sound again, Tony's exasperated laugh coming from behind the large Macassar door. Peter decides it's unnecessary to knock and opens the door slowly. Tony is deep in conversation, brow furrowed at the two people sitting opposite his desk. He recognizes one instantly, Natasha Romanoff with her sub sat at her feet. The other, however, is a complete stranger.

Without a word, Tony glances at the boy and makes a slight come hither movement with his fingers which draws Peter in before he can think twice. He continues listening to the two people, as his young boyfriend sits on his lap and nuzzles into his neck, sighing with relief at the sudden dulling of his senses.

"What do you mean you can't do anything about it?!" Tony asks, ringed hand rising to wrap around the boy's hips, raising the shirt slightly and giving the two people opposite of him a view of the flower tattoo on Peter's thigh.

"I'm sorry, sir. We've tried everything," The unknown man speaks, trying desperately to not show his anxiety.

"Well, Mr Barton, I think we're done here. I advise you to leave before I lose my temper. Send Barnes in." Tony dismisses him with a wave of his left hand, sending the blonde man scurrying out of the room. He continues his conversation with Natasha as he slips his right hand underneath the shirt, fingers playing with the edge of the lace underwear Peter had selected last minute.

"Sir, I--" Natasha begins but stops when Tony raises his left hand and dismisses her.

As soon as she's standing, he turns his attention to the young boy on his lap. "Hi, baby boy. How was your day?"

"It was awful," Peter sighs, dropping his head back down onto the man's shoulder, "There was so much going on and so much to do, I was overwhelmed all day and there were so many sounds and stimuli and..."

"Shhhhh," Tony soothes, running his fingers under the hip band of the lacey panties, "You're away from there now. Would you like to relax? I know you've been missing being full all day."

"No, I haven't," Peter confesses, shifting his hips.

"No?" The man squints slightly, running his hand lower down, moving the undergarment out of the way and poking where the boy's hole should be. Instead of the feeling of skin against his fingertips, he feels the end of a smooth metal object. "Aww, baby, what's this?" Tony wraps his fingers around the end, pulling at it slightly, revelling in the wrecked sound that leaves Peter's mouth, hot breath against his ear.

"W-wanted to try it as stress relief while I was testing. Hoping that maybe it would trick my brain into thinking I was here with you? I even wore your favourite panties and polo to class, hoping it would work.

"And did it?"

"No. It just made me more desperate," Peter confesses, grinding down against the plug and whimpering pathetically.

"Want me to fix that?" Tony asks, removing his hand and unzipping his jeans.

"Please, daddy," Peter begs, whimpering and pressing kisses to the older's jaw. The man smiles, feeling merciful today. He touches the rim of the toy, pulling gently, revelling in the soft noise it makes when it fully is removed. He runs his free hand's fingers through Peter's hair as he opens the desk drawer and removes a small bottle of lube.

"You sure you want this, sweetheart? You know it won't be private. I need you to be okay with it. We can go downstairs if you aren't."

"It's okay, please just... I need it, Daddy, please. I have waited all day." Usually, it takes a lot to make Peter cry this early into sex, but currently, the tears streaming down his cheeks tell another story. "Please," he begs, shallow stuttering breaths ghosting Tony's neck.

"Alright, alright." He purrs, popping the cap of the tube and coating a few fingers. "Thank your lucky stars I'm feeling merciful today, baby boy." Peter whimpers desperately, and wriggles licking and biting at the column of Tony's neck, teeth touching just above the layered necklaces. "Fuck, sweetheart, you can't just decide to do that," Tony murmurs, moving his chin to see his hands. He spreads the lube over a few fingers and presses one to the boy's ass. "Ready sweetheart?"

"Fuck, yes. Please! You can do more than one, I'm stretched! I promise I can take it, Daddy, please just do it!" He presses down, trying to force the man's fingers inside and gasps out a whine when two fingers enter him.

"What a good boy you are," Tony purrs, pressing the third finger in alongside the other two. He begins spreading his fingers gently, revelling in the noises his boyfriend is letting escape.

"Oh, fuuuuuuuuuck," Peter moans, eyes pinched shut and head resting on Tony's shoulder. "More. Please," The younger whimpers a few minutes later, "Please, give me more, daddy I need it."

"Alright, baby, but I have to get back to work so I can't give you my full attention. You'll have to be like a little rent-a-slut at my desk and keep me company," Tony growls in the boy's ear, watching the notifications pop up on his starkpad. He's caught off guard by the punched-out sound the boy releases. "What was that baby? Do you like the idea of that? Wanna be my little toy and keep Daddy's cock warm while he works?"

The softest sound in the room feels like the loudest to Peter's ears as the zipper on tony's black chinos moves over each tooth. The man moves the boy's panties aside and presses the tip of his dick against Peter's stretched hole. Peter gasps, head lolling back as he sinks down onto his boyfriend. The younger fingers grasp at the back of Tony's leather jacket, whimpering under his breath at the feeling of fullness he's craved all day.

"Perfect little thing, aren't you?" Tony purrs, running his fingers through Peter's hair. "You're taking daddy's cock so perfectly. It's like you were... fuck... like you were made just for me." The younger whimpers into the man's ear as he sinks down further, taking Tony's cock deeper, "Aww, do you like that idea? Being made just for me? My own perfect little slut? Wishing I made you in the lab so that all you could be reduced to is a personal toy? A custom object I made just for my own pleasure?" Peter nods, wordlessly, trying to push further downward, but the discomfort stops him. Tony's voice softens instantly, "Woah woah woah! Hey, you may want to be a toy but you're not. You know better than to force it. I don't want you to be sore. C'mon, Peter, you're smarter than this. Slow down."

"Yes, Daddy. Sorry I got too eager." Peter whimpers. Tony picks up the bottle of lube and spreads more over the remaining length of his dick, slipping a finger in alongside the few inches connecting him to Peter. Tony groans softly, grabbing at his hips through the black shirt, helping the boy to steady himself as he takes more.

"It's alright, you're just a greedy baby. Already too cock-drunk to make smart decisions. All you can think about is getting Daddy's cock into your ass and nothing else. Just a desperate little slut. MY desperate little slut." Tony emphasizes the last sentence by running a finger against the vein on the underside of the boy's dick, revelling in the broke sob he receives in return. "Such a good boy aren't you?"

"Yes, Daddy! Your good boy!" he whines as he fully seats himself on the man's cock. Peter whimpers, curling his head against Tony's shoulder.

"Are you comfortable? Do you need a minute before I call in my next client?" Tony runs his fingers down the younger's back, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

"'M good. You can do your work, sir." Peter hides, "I won't move, I'll be good. Are we covered?"

"Yes. If I pull up to the desk, then no one can see. It just looks like you're sleeping, baby. Just don't move."

"I won't. I'll be good for you."

"Alright. Bucky? Send in Scarlett." Tony nods at the man, wrapping an arm around his young boyfriend in his lap.

Hope you enjoyed it! Likes, comments, and shares are much appreciated! Thanks for reading!

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[trashystarker]

starker one shot - benefits

Title: Benefits Fandom: MCU Pairing: Starker (Peter Parker x Tony Stark) Rating: Explicit (Aged Up Peter - College AU - FWB - Explicit Sexual Content - Kissing - Anal Sex) Word Count: ~5,270 Prompt: Friends with Benefits (FWB)

Summary: Peter becomes very close friends with one of the grad students at school. 

A/N: Here’s my next contribution to the @starkerfestivals​ Summer Bingo event! Please enjoy! 

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“Parker - catch.” 

Holding his left hand up, Peter caught the flying object that was soaring his way, courtesy of the graduate student that was currently assisting this lab hour. He set the object down on the desk without bothering to look at it, his eyes glued to the notebook in front of him, as he was deep in his notes, trying to figure out why his experiment was consistently failing. Surely it was the experiment and not him. But, it was looking like it was his mistakes that kept happening. 

“Nice catch.” He startled, turning to look to his left, where the same person that had thrown the item at him was now standing. Peter Parker, a recent sophomore here at good old MIT, was taking classes far above what was expected of him at this stage in the game, and he was feeling it. This lab was intense. “You having issues with your experiments?” 

Words that were spoken with kindness, not teasing. He was always used to this assistant teasing the shit out of him. “Thanks, Tony.” He looked at the grad student - one Tony Stark, who was on his way to do brilliant things with his future. His father was already in the industry, changing the world at large, and as far as he knew, Tony was going to be doing the same. They ran in different circles on campus, but because their science department was so small, it was hard not to know just who Tony Stark was. “I think I’ve figured it out.” 

“Show me.” Tony got the ingredients to replicate the experiment. “Let’s do it together.” 

“I can do it on my own.” Peter tried not to sound annoyed, as he knew Tony was helping him. It didn’t help that Tony was wearing that nice cologne that Peter had tried to find out the name of, because it always smelled so good on him. Not now. He shook those thoughts out of his head, and stared at the items that Tony had set in front of him. “I’m sure there’s someone else you can bug right now besides me.” 

“Yeah, but I like bugging you, Parker.” Tony was teasing him again. Always teasing. “Look, if I’m giving you performance anxiety, I can leave.” 

His cheeks burst into flames, his face feeling flushed and hot all at once as Tony chose the wrong thing to say to him. “You’re not!” He managed to squeak out, feeling ridiculous for even acknowledging what Tony had just said. “I can do it just fine, thank you very much.” 

“Go on, then.” Tony leaned back on the stool he sat down on. “Show me.” 

Out of pure spite, Peter grabbed the materials and began to measure everything exact to how the experiment was supposed to go. He double checked his math, and put the final part of the experiment into action. Instead of it fizzing out, it did what it was supposed to, making Peter’s shoulders drop in relief that he’d finally gotten it to do what it was supposed to do. 

“Good job, kid.” Tony put his hand on his shoulder, and gave it a firm squeeze. “I knew you could do it.” 

“Thanks, Tony.” He grinned, feeling a bit better about everything. But then, he realized that Tony was touching him, and panic began to reignite inside of his own head. Shit! He laughed it off as Tony pulled his hand away. “Guess I did need someone to watch what I was doing besides myself.” 

“Usually winds up being the case.” Tony stepped around his lab table. “Listen - you busy tomorrow night?” 

“I don’t think so.” Peter knew for a fact that he was not busy. All he did was study, and he could use a night off. “Why?” 

“You should meet me at Naples for some pizza and beer.” 

The suggestion made his stomach roll. Was Tony asking him to hang out? Him?? “Uh, okay!” Peter said, feeling a bit lost. “What time?” 

“Let’s say six thirty. Good?” 

“Good.” Peter nodded. 

“Excellent. See you then, Parker.” Tony walked over to the next table, beginning to tease them in the same manner as Peter had just been teased. 

Peter wrote out his notes for his successful experiment, all the while his brain was screaming at him that he was going to be meeting the Tony Stark for dinner tomorrow night. It was probably going to be a group gathering, and would be nothing special. Peter reminded himself that Tony was very well known on campus, and pretty popular, considering he was a big science geek. 

But what if it wasn’t? What if he was going to be the only one there with Tony? 

He groaned, then shook his head. No, no. He’d be with a bunch of people. That was how it was going to be. And really, he was excited that someone was asking him to hang out. He was tired of sitting in his dormitory, doing little to nothing except for watching movies and sometimes playing on his roommate’s PS5. Getting out would be good for him. 

Or, it might kill him. Fifty fifty, either way. 

***

Peter walked into Naples the next night, and was shocked to find it extremely packed. And then he realized it was Friday - of course it was going to be packed. There wasn’t a whole lot to do in Cambridge, and this was one of the popular places to hang out on the weekends. He looked around and saw Tony was sitting at a hightop, looking like he was alone. Oh shit. 

Dodging both waiters and patrons, Peter snaked his way over to where Tony was sitting, and then tapped him on the shoulder from behind. “Hey, Tony!” He greeted, the smile on his lips hurting his face. “I’m not late, am I?” 

“You’re right on time, Mr. Parker.” Tony pointed to the seat across from him. “I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered us a pitcher of beer, a pizza, and some wings. You good with that?” 

“Sure.” Peter had no objections. “Wait, what kind of pizza?” He glanced at Tony, who had a smirk on his face that was doing a number on his heart. This was such a bad idea. 

Tony grabbed a pint glass, and poured Peter some beer. “If I say Hawaiian, are you going to leave me right now?” 

“Nah. Pineapple on pizza is okay with me.” Peter took the glass, his fingers brushing against Tony’s. “Is it just us tonight?” 

Peter took a sip of beer as Tony nodded his head. “Is that a problem?” 

“Not at all. Surprising.” Peter admitted, talking a bit louder as the music in the joint was really loud. “Figured you’d have a hot date or something.” 

Two hazel eyes stared at him. “Peter, you should know better than anyone that we can’t afford to have any sort of romantic connections in our lives. Not when there is important work to be done in the name of science.” 

“R-Right.” He laughed, wondering if Tony was being serious or if this was another one of his jokes. “I don’t have a girlfriend either.” 

“What about boyfriend?” Tony tapped his glass against his as an afterthought of cheers. 

Peter struggled to swallow his sip of beer, not at all prepared to be asked that question. “No boyfriend either.” He shook his head, his cheeks returning to that inflamed state, his hands suddenly feeling very clammy. “You?” 

“No boyfriends for me either. No time.” Tony shrugged. “Ah, our pizza and wings have arrived!” 

Their server brought a very large pizza that was covered in every single meat available on the menu. The wings looked saucy and good, served with blue cheese and a few carrots. “This looks great. Did you already pay?” Peter asked. 

“I did. But it’s cool. You can get the next one.” Tony winked, making Peter’s stomach perform a few flip flops. 

“N-Next one.” Peter nodded, feeling like his head was going to explode. Why would there even be a next one? He was going to ruin this night somehow, someway. He just knew it was bound to happen. 

Tony was easy to talk to. Peter figured that since he was a graduate student, that there would be a gap in what they would talk about, but he was very wrong. Tony, in fact, was initiating most of the conversation, which ranged from a variety of things - movies, music, chemistry, neurophysics. They wound up ordering another pitcher of beer and a large basket of fries, neither of them ready to end their conversation. 

Peter finished his last sip of beer, and threw the last fry into his mouth. “When are we doing this again?” He asked Tony. 

“You free tomorrow night?” Tony suggested. 

“I am free.” Peter smiled. “Want to go watch a movie? I heard they’re playing a classic at the dollar theater.” 

“Define classic, young blood.” 

“Um, it was made in the 80s?” 

“Okay, that’s really not a classic per se, but I’ll allow it.” 

A rich laugh left Peter’s mouth. “Oh, well. Good.” He grinned. “Tomorrow night. 7pm. My treat.” 

“We’re getting dinner afterwards. This shit wasn’t cheap tonight.” Tony pointed to the leftovers of their feast. 

“Of course, Tony.” He had planned on that anyway. “You live nearby?” 

“I do not.” Tony stood up, and left a couple of dollars on the table, even though he’d already tipped earlier. “You good to get back to your place on your own?” 

“I am.” Peter didn’t live that far away from the establishment. “See you tomorrow night?” 

“See ya, kid.” 

He watched as Tony left, multiple people reaching out to him to say hi, leaving Peter at their table. Did he really suggest that the two of them go see a movie tomorrow night? Well, maybe Tony would bail out on him tomorrow. He forgot to get his number. Whatever. If he showed up tomorrow, cool. If he didn’t, well, Peter had wanted to see the movie anyway. 

***

Two weeks later, Peter’s phone began to vibrate on the lab table. He was busy typing on his laptop to look at it, but he knew exactly who it was. The same person he’d been texting almost daily the last couple of weeks. 

“Aren’t you going to answer that?” His lab partner asked, who was also busy on their laptop. 

“Nah, it’s fine.” Peter knew that Tony knew he was busy today. Tony had become a constant fixture in his life after that first night at Naples. He knew they were friends, but he wasn’t sure what kind of friends they were. Were they close friends? Just okay friends? Could they be something more than just friends? Peter groaned, hating that he was thinking about that again, when he knew he should be concentrating on the subject at hand. 

“You okay, Parker?” He looked to his left, and saw his partner was side-eyeing him. “You seem a little distracted.” 

Picking up his phone, he locked his screen and shrugged. “I’ll be right back.” He left the room and went out to the hallway. Leaning up against the wall, he took a deep breath and then looked at his phone, knowing that there was a text waiting for him. 

“You busy right now?” 

Peter rolled his eyes. “You know I have lab. What’s up?” 

“Need your help. Come to my place after your lab?” 

His heart rate jumped at the suggestion. “Sure. I’ll text you when I’m leaving.” 

“See you soon.” 

He put his phone back into his pocket, and tried to ignore the way his heart was beginning to hammer in his chest. It was an innocent invitation. Friends hung out at their friend’s places all the time. This wasn’t abnormal. It didn’t mean anything. Totally normal. 

Too bad Peter secretly wished it wasn’t. He wanted it to mean something else. He really was crushing on Tony. Bad. 

Somehow he got through his lab, and then it was time to head to Tony’s place. He sent him a quick text with ‘OMW’ and then began to walk briskly towards where Tony’s apartment was. He’d been there a few times the past couple of weeks, more so than Tony had been to his dormitory which was totally fine by Peter. He wasn’t too thrilled with the dorm situation himself, but he tolerated it because it was all he could afford. 

Tony pulled the door open before he could knock. “You’re here.” Tony looked relieved to see him, and Peter stood still as Tony draped himself against his body, hugging him in a way that took Peter’s breath away. “I was afraid you weren’t going to show up.” 

“I told you I’d be here.” A nervous laugh left his mouth as he returned Tony’s hug in an almost awkward manner. But Tony didn’t seem to mind, as he kept himself in Peter’s arms. “Something going on, Tony?” 

“You could say that.” The weight disappeared off of his chest, Peter’s face becoming flushed as Tony turned around and walked into his apartment. “I need to ask a favor of you.” 

Following him in, he shut the door and dropped his bag onto the floor. “I’ll do what I can.” Peter didn’t have the resources to do a lot of things, but what he could do he would. Anything for Tony. “What do you need?” 

“I need you to tell me if I’m a good kisser or not.” 

He stared at Tony, his mouth dropping open a little in surprise. “I’m sorry?” 

“I know, it’s so stupid.” Tony groaned, and fell onto the couch, his head now leaning over the back of the couch, his arm thrown over his head in a very dramatic fashion, because well, Tony. “I’m sorry. It’s such a dumb question, isn’t it?” 

“I wouldn’t say it’s dumb.” Peter finally got his voice to work properly as he casually made his way to the couch. “Why are you asking?” 

“Because I heard a rumor floating around about me and I’m not sure if it’s true.” 

Peter’s eyebrow rose up. “Tony, what did you hear?” 

“Someone said that I take too long with my kisses.” Tony sat up, his knee now resting against Peter’s as he had sat pretty close to where Tony had sat down. “They said that my kisses are annoying because I’m too thorough. Who says that? What’s wrong with that??” 

“Why are you asking me?” The saliva that had been in his mouth was now completely gone, as he tried to calm his own nerves down. 

“Because you’re my friend. Aren’t you?” 

“I am, but friends don’t really kiss their friends like that.” Peter hoped his words weren’t coming out in a mean way. He was trying to keep his cool. 

“We could, if you want.” Tony was looking down at his lap, his hands twitching a little nervously. “Unless you don’t want to.” 

He had to take a second to think it over. “Are you offering to be friends with benefits with me, Tony?” 

“I believe that I am, yes.” 

This was bad. Like, really bad. There was no way he was hearing Tony correctly. Friends with benefits? Him? No way. He couldn’t do it. It would be too painful, knowing that that’s all they would ever be, when Peter was hoping for more. Wanted more. 

But would it really be all that bad?

It would. No, it wouldn’t. It was too much to think about, and Peter knew that Tony was waiting for an answer. So he came out and said the first thing that came to his mind, even though he had a feeling he was going to regret the decision. 

“Sure.” Peter nodded his head. 

“You mean it?” Tony asked, scooting closer to him now that Peter had given him a definitive answer. “You can say no. I don’t want to pressure you or anything, Peter.” 

He felt his heart thud in his chest at the way Tony said his name. “Just don’t go and fall in love with me, cuz then this would be weird.” He tried to joke, as Tony brought his hand up to his face and brought his closer to him. 

“I’d never do that.” Peter’s toes curled inside of his shoes at the way Tony spoke to him. How intimate it was, making his head spin in ways he hadn’t felt in a very long time. “I’m going to kiss you now. Tell me if it’s bad, okay?” 

“W-Will do.” He agreed, feeling like the world was slipping away as this weird new fantasy life was about to begin. 

Tony’s lips brushed against his with a soft touch, and then it was followed by another. Peter felt himself leaning forward, chasing after those lips when Tony met him halfway and really began to kiss him. Peter felt himself being pushed back against the back of the couch, letting it happen as Tony’s hand was now holding close to his jaw, helping to keep his head tilted back in a way that would make the kiss less awkward. Peter could only moan as Tony’s tongue slipped into his mouth, the first touch of his tongue against his own made little stars burst behind his closed eyelids. 

The kiss went on for another two minutes, Peter breathing through his nose as he refused to let his tongue stop touching Tony’s. But, the kiss came to an end, leaving the two of them panting as Tony stared into his eyes. “Well?” 

“Not bad.” It came out a little breathless, as he was trying to recover from the intense kiss. 

“Not bad?? Parker, I’ll have you know that I’m an excellent kisser. I cannot believe you’re saying not bad.” Tony crossed his arms over his chest, clearly upset that Peter would say anything other than ‘amazing’ to him. 

Peter had lied. It was better than ‘not bad’. He wanted to tell Tony that his kisses were amazing and perfect, but he had to keep his boundaries up. If he didn’t, he was going to wind up with a very broken heart and he didn’t want that. He couldn’t afford to lose time with his studies to nurse a broken heart. “Maybe we should try again?” He asked, hoping it didn’t sound as desperate as it felt to suggest. Because he wanted Tony to kiss him again. 

“Yeah, okay. You’re right. We need a control, and then more experiments. Good point.” Tony pulled Peter to sit on his lap facing him, Peter moving as if he were weightless. He was settled on Tony’s lap, Tony’s arms now around his waist as they looked into each other’s eyes. “You okay?” 

“I am.” Peter put his arms around Tony’s neck, and lowered his head. “Guess we’ll try this again?” 

“Yes, we will.” 

They wound up making out for a good fifteen minutes before Peter pulled himself away from Tony. He really was a great kisser. How anyone could say otherwise was stupid. “That was nice.” Peter grinned, as the smile on Tony’s face spread. “Am I a bad kisser, Tony?” 

“Never, baby.” His stomach rolled as Tony stared into his eyes. “Your lips are total perfection. And that tongue of yours. Boy, the things I’d like to see you do with it.” 

A smirk tugged at his own lips. “Guess we’ll have to see where these benefits go, huh?” He slowly slid himself up higher on Tony’s lap, and brought his mouth back closer to his. “Let’s kiss some more, huh? Then I gotta go.” 

“Next time you come over, you’re spending the night.” Tony murmured against his lips, then tugged on Peter’s bottom lip with his teeth. “You good with that, baby?” 

“Y-Yeah.” Peter knew that spending the night would lead to things that he wouldn’t be able to control. Kisses were fine. This closeness was fine. But spending the night - even if they were now friends with benefits, he was worried he’d get too attached. And he couldn’t be, because that defeated the purpose of that label. That was a problem for future Peter. Right now, Peter wanted more of Tony’s tongue in his mouth. “Now, shut up and kiss me, Tony.” 

“Anything you want, Peter.” 

***

Peter figured that their benefits would stay in either of their places of residence, but a few days after the first kissing session, Peter found himself locked in the physics lab supply closet with Tony, who was kissing him like they were two kids making out in high school. After they’d finished, Peter left the closet and was followed out by Tony, who began to tap Peter on the shoulder as he walked away, leaving Peter to shake his head and smile as they went their separate ways. 

He somehow managed to avoid going back to Tony’s place for a week, but then the following weekend, it became impossible to say no to. “Come over Friday night.” Tony was tossing dried blueberries into his mouth, his legs kicked up on the desk as he monitored the class that Peter was in. They were taking an exam, which Peter had finished early and set on the desk. “I won’t take no for an answer, Parker.” 

“Fine, Tony.” He knew he couldn’t make up an excuse this time. “I’ll be there.” 

“Goody.” 

Two days later, Peter was standing in front of Tony’s apartment door. He knocked, and then saw Tony appear in the doorway, having opened the door two seconds after his knock. “Hey.” He greeted him, holding up his hand with a pathetic wave. 

“Don’t you look handsome.” Tony extended his hand, and pulled him into the apartment. “Got a hot date after this?” 

“No.” The tips of Peter’s ears burned, as he knew he’d dressed too fancy for this at home not date, friends hanging out, whatever this was. “Came from one, though.” 

“You’re a regular playboy, aren’t you, Parker.” That seemed to make Tony smile, and Peter wondered if he was upset that he wasn’t the only one in Peter’s life, or if he knew that it was a total lie. “Care for a drink?” 

“I’ll drink whatever you’re having.” 

“Beer it is.” 

He sat down on the couch, his shoes now off, his mismatched socks resting on the soft rug that was underneath Tony’s coffee table. “How’s your Friday night been so far?” He asked, as he saw Tony grabbing their beers. A pizza box was on the counter, which was brought over too. 

“Now that you’re here, it’s much better.” Tony handed him his beer, then dropped the box on the coffee table. “Listen, I wanted to ask you something.” 

“You just did.” He teased, holding his beer up to Tony’s, and tapped his against the glass. “What’s up?” 

“You’re staying the night, right?” Peter nodded. “You know I want you to stay because I want to do terrible things with you in my bedroom, yeah?” 

Beer almost shot through Peter’s nose as he’d been taking a sip before Tony had started along that trail of thought. “Why else would you want me to spend the night?” Peter wasn’t an idiot. “I kinda figured that’s where this was going.” 

“And you’re cool with that?” Tony asked. 

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t, Tony.” 

That seemed to make Tony visibly relax. “Cool. I mean, it’s just you said you were coming from a date, and like, I know we’re just friends who fool around, but like, I don’t want to complicate anything for you. You get what I mean?” 

You already have complicated things. “You won’t be.” Peter lied, with a smile on his face. “That wasn’t anything serious. If you’re worried I’m going to sleep around, I’m not.” 

“That was kind of what I was hoping to hear you say.” Tony clicked his bottle against his. “I guess here’s to a new fun thing for us?” 

“Sounds like it, Tony.” 

They drank their beers, and played a few rounds of Mario on Tony’s television, while eating pizza and talking about how much they hate their course loads right now. And once everything was all finished, Peter knew it wouldn’t be much longer until they went to Tony’s room. As if sensing his thoughts, Tony stood up and stretched. 

“Care to join me in my bedroom now, Pete?” Tony asked, nodding his head towards the open door.

Peter stood up, stretching his own body. “Show me your room.” He agreed, and then felt Tony take his hand. Their fingers laced together as Tony led him over to the room, Peter constantly chanting in his mind that this meant nothing. That this was just pure physical attraction. Nothing else. Friends who liked to have fun. That was it. 

Tony pulled him over to the bed, and pushed him down gently to lay down on it. “You look good on my bed, Parker.” Tony grinned, as he pulled his own shirt over his head. Peter’s eyes went to the scar on his chest, which Tony didn’t bother to cover. “Don’t worry about that.” He pointed to the very deep scar that was on his sternum. “Got into an accident when I was a kid. Had to have surgery.” 

“Pretty bad accident.” Peter reached up to touch the scarred skin, and heard Tony inhale sharply as his fingers ghosted over the raised flesh. “Glad you’re still here.” 

“Me too.” 

Their eyes met, as Peter reached up and pulled Tony to lay on top of him. “When’s the last time you slept with someone?” Peter figured Tony was going to say a few weeks ago, as he felt his hands touch the hem of his shirt. It was removed in one swift action, one minute it was on and the next it was off, the two of them equally as naked. 

“Couple of years.” Tony shrugged, as he brought his mouth to Peter’s neck. He tilted his head back, moaning softly as Tony’s lips touched his skin. “You?” 

“Last year.” Peter lifted his hips up as Tony got his pants off, slipping his underwear off with them. He did the same to him, not at all weirded out by how natural this all felt. It was easy to be this intimate with him, when it should have been making him painfully nervous. 

“Guess we’ll both have to remember how things are supposed to go, huh?” Tony chuckled, a little nervous laugh coming out of his mouth. Peter released his own nervous laugh, as Tony moved to lay on top of him. The tips of their cocks pushed together, causing them both to moan in an erotic manner. “Might explode a little fast tonight. Promise it won’t happen often.” Tony murmured against his lips, as they began to kiss each other, finding solace in an act they were both comfortable with. 

Peter rolled his hips, rubbing himself against Tony with a soft whimper. “Explode. Make me explode. I don’t care. Sex is good, no matter what.” 

“It truly is.” Tony’s tongue swiped at his upper lip. “Let’s see where this goes, huh?” 

“Nnngh….” Peter’s answer was muted by Tony’s mouth closing over his own, their tongues coming together with needy, passionate kisses. Their cocks rubbed against each other, and soon Peter was a moaning mess, his cock leaking in a telltale sign that he was close. “T-Tony!” He cried out, knowing that it was going to be difficult to stop. 

“I’m right here, baby.” Tony moaned low, his forehead now pressed against his. “You want to come?” 

“Yes!” Peter cried, rocking his hips faster. 

“Do it, baby. Go ahead and come.” 

White heat flashed through his body as he began to come, the rubbing just enough as Tony’s cock pushed against his own. He could feel Tony’s hips stutter, and heard him moan low, a new warmth spreading over his stomach as Tony’s cum began to cover him. He fell back onto the bed, having raised his chest up in the heat of the moment, and began to pant hard, shocked by how good it felt. 

Tony wiped up the mess off of their bodies, and then brought his hand to be between his asscheeks. “More, baby?” Tony asked, as he prodded at his twitching hole with lubed up fingers. 

“Please.” Peter moaned, spreading his legs wide in an open invitation to Tony. 

A few minutes later, Tony tore into a condom wrapper and put it around his cock, then brought it to be up against Peter’s spread hole. “To new things.” Tony murmured, staring into his eyes. Peter nodded, and then felt the world slip away again as Tony’s cock slid into his body for the very first time. 

He pushed his hips down in an eager attempt to get more of Tony inside of him, but Tony kept still, and moved at his own pace. Peter moaned, wrapping his arms around Tony’s neck, pulling him closer, needing him to be as close to him as possible. “T-Tony….” He moaned his name, his head spinning as Tony’s cock pushed deeper into his body, making him feel so good. 

“I lied, Peter.” Tony spoke low into his ear. “I don’t want to be friends. I want to be more than friends. I like you, Peter. I like you a lot.” 

Peter rolled his hips, meeting Tony’s thrusts with his own. “I want that too!” He cried out, feeling relief at knowing this wasn’t going to be just a friends with benefits thing. “I want to be yours, Tony.”

“You are.” Lips touched his with a swift kiss. “And I’m yours, baby.” 

“Nnngh….T-Tony….” 

There was no more fear in Peter’s heart as Tony pushed inside of him. Peter reached down and began to jerk himself off, listening to Tony’s deep moans as he began to squeeze tight around his cock. He felt himself start to come, that heat burning bright as he began to come hard, his mouth dropped open with a silent moan. He listened to Tony grunt and moan, and then felt his hips stutter again, knowing that Tony had also reached his high, the two of them sharing orgasmic bliss together. 

Tony dropped down onto his body, making Peter groan but then it turned into a laugh as he hugged Tony close to him. Tony lifted himself up, and without warning pulled out. Peter groaned, and then saw Tony smirk as he got up and tossed the condom into the trash. He fell back on top of him, Peter grunting again, but then his arms wrapped around Tony’s body as natural as can be. 

“You sure you want to be in a relationship with me, Peter?” Tony asked, staring into his eyes. “I’m a lot to deal with.” 

“I know.” Peter reminded him. “I liked you before this whole thing started, so I’d say that yes - I want to be in a relationship with you.” 

“Good.” They met halfway for a kiss, and then Tony laid his head on his chest. “Glad we both agree.” 

“We do.” He hugged Tony close to him. 

While he had no idea where this relationship was going to go, Peter knew for certain that it was a good thing it was going to be that, and no longer just fooling around. No, this was going to be good for the both of them. Closing his eyes, he accepted the human blanket that was Tony Stark, and held onto him. Whatever was going to happen, he knew it was going to be the ride of a lifetime. And he couldn’t wait to see where it would go. 

#starker #my writing #fanfic #starker nff #starkerfestival

[clearskiesovertinseltown]

chapter two of dark starker fic is up!! i hope you little freaks enjoy. i love all kinds of feedback :)

#starker #starker nff #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #im always paranoid my irls have secretly found my tumblr #so if u know me irl #pls for both my sake and yours #click away #this isnt for you

[madeforstarker]

What if Tony suddenly wakes up and gets Peter's powers and they test it out through fucking—

Tony being so overwhelmed by the heightened senses that he cums so fast just by Peter wrapping his fingers around his cock– but he still remains hard and Peter slowly eases him into controlling his orgasms with slow strokes.

Peter would enjoy making Tony cum several times before the older man just snaps and takes Peter, holding Peter down against the mattress with his new enhanced strength and Peter cums just by the sheer strength and manhandling Tony was doing to him.

If Tony thought Peter felt good around him back when he just human, then Peter around him with his new senses made his body go haywire, so much that he fills Peter so many times until the younger man is metaphorically holding a white flag, begging for mercy, overstimulated, brain dead, fucked out.

But does Tony stop? Of course, he doesn't. Peter feels too good to stop.

#starker #tnpt #starker nff #made: prompts! #tw: almost dub/con in the end

[spider-mancan]

💦

#starker nff #nff #idek what nff means but I know it’s yahoos fault #Starker #tnpt #ironspider #theyre fucking in the shower idk what you want me to tell you

[khalixascorner]

OMG I LOVE your addition to the post about alpha!tony being all devious and ~gently~ grooming peter just enough to where his beta parents won’t notice, but the young omega will. Besides, Tony reasons it’s for the best. If the omega decides he doesn’t want him, he’ll be in for a world of trouble being 18 with no prospective mates while attempting to get into schools like Harvard and MIT. It simply would be unheard of. So Tony is doing him a favor, by giving him all these gifts, and making sure the boy is secure and taken care of when he goes out into the real world 😇 — PoisonWrites (sorry, it only lets me send asks from my main lol)

Original post here and @monster-cock69 you'll want to see this too.

Dude, I love this so much, it's officially going on the spreadsheet (I was trying to resist). It would be so easy for Tony to make the argument that he was just protecting Peter because who else would look out for an omega like that while encouraging him to pursue his academic dreams when so much of the world still sees Omegas as just an Alpha's wife.

And, Tony tells himself, if he can convince Peter to stick around, he'll appreciate Peter's genius and even if (when) the Omega is heavy with his pups, he'll still never make Peter give up his dreams of school. He'll be the perfect alpha for him, so what he's doing is just easing Peter into the idea so that the Omega feels like it's his idea and not a subversion of his freedom.

Because Tony knows his Omega could make it through MIT but he doesn't want to be separated so if the omega isn't willing to do a distance program, then Tony plans to offer Columbia as an alternative. And that's far kinder than what most alphas with any sort of means would do.

#starker #omega peter parker #alpha tony #tony stark/peter parker #starker nff #guess this is going on the spreadsheet #because I have no self control #and no one ever tells me no

[starkerscuteworld]

when tony starts sucking peter off, he’ll try to keep his control. reminding himself to breath and shutting his eyes to avoid looking at his gorgeous boyfriend because one look and he’s a goner

his hands will grip whatever they can grab, usually the bedsheets due to his strength and not wanting to accidentally hurt tony.

he will throw his head back when it starts getting too much for him to handle, soft trembling moans would slip past his lips.

and when tony would pull himself off, slowly stroking peter as he spoke

“lemme hear you pete, c’mon”

the words sent peter spiraling and he allowed his control to slip, moaning out tony’s name louder and louder as tony’s mouth encouraged him.

and when he’d cum? oh well that was tony’s favorite part.

it always started with a small gasp, thighs and abdomen clenching.

then it was the small rapid moans as he grew closer. his head falling to the side into the soft, silk, expensive pillowcases.

and finally a mostly silent scream. peters pretty lips would fall open and unlike the entire time, his moan was silent as he got wrapped up in his own pleasure.

but at the very end of his climax, he would let out the most delicious, porn-worthy moan tony had ever heard.

and god would he do this a million times over to hear peter’s sweet moans.

#starker #starker fandom #ironspider #starker au #tony stark x peter parker #tony x peter #starker nff #starker fic #sophie’s writing

[monster-cock69]

anyways starkercest where tony takes that line "i brought you into this world and i can take you out of it" but says "i made this ass and i can fuck it whenever i want" and then well they fuck

#starkercest #starker #starker nff #nff #peter parker #avengers #marvel #tony stark #spiderman #prompt #iron man #someone please write this #jackie i posted it LMAOOOOOO

[kirastarker]

A gift for @itfeelssogoodmrstark

#starker nff #starker #nff #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker x tony stark #omegaverse #my writing