#starker: au

[rubypearlbubbles]

After greeting the boy who had just walked in, it took Steve only a few minutes to realize who he was. Stark’s new sweetheart —the one he’d been mentioning a lot lately— said hello to everyone, then casually took a seat on Tony’s lap at the bar.

Steve was mid-sip of his champagne when Stephen arrived. He walked in with purpose, straight through the crowd, leaned down…

…and kissed the boy sitting on Tony’s lap.

Softly. Intimately. Like he’d done it a hundred times before.

He said something Steve couldn’t hear, ran a hand through the boy’s hair, and moved on to greet the rest.

No. This wasn’t a throuple.

It became clear soon enough: That boy was being loved —separately, fully— by two different men.

(i’ve never written anything like this before. might write a full one-shot if people are into this)

[thelegendofalyssa]

Reading a fanfic but just thinking about how if Peter is thrown into another universe and meets Tony for some reason and Peter is used to Tony being this mentor figure to him. Because in his world he was someone who helped him and taught him. But in this other world Tony doesn’t know him, he just sees a cute lean twink with cute, curly hair and big brown eyes. So imagine the absolute feeling of panic and GAY panic when someone he thought originally as a mentor starts flirting with him and propositioning him.

He’s seen Tony like this before, videos of his past and the flirty banter Stark still kept up later when Peter knew him. But its full young playboy flirting and he can see a completely different look on his face and in his eyes directed at him, something he’d never thought he see, at least not directed at him. And Peter is just speechless, completely thrown off. Tony was his mentor, he didn’t necessarily think of Tony like that. But this isn’t his mentor anymore, this is a competely different Tony, that he could have any future with.

[starkercreamery]

POV: you're Pepper Potts and you're reading your husband's text messages to the boy that he said "you don't have to worry about".

[winterspiderpurrs]

Happy never forgets a face. Never. It's what makes him extra valuable to someone like Tony Stark. Tony Stark, who runs Stark Industries. Tony Stark, who is head of the Carbonell Italian mob; though, while there is some speculation, it's never been proven.

Happy had a system. He categorized people into color groups.

Green for these people are no bodies and didn’t touch the crime world and were safe to interact with.

Yellow for people who are some bodies but won't cauae trouble but have connections.

Red are people who have connections and could cause trouble.

Then their were Black. Those are the unknowns, and they could be as bad as the reds. People a little too clean. Or people who maybe could be someone undercover. Not enough information on them.

Before every convention, Happy makes a point to do background checks on everyone. He memorized all the photos of the people attending. Sure, maybe Friday helps break into the databases to get the photos, but he is just trying to protect Tony.

So when Happy saw Tony talking to someone, he was already going through the catalog in his mind to place the person. Catching Tony's eye, he touched his black tie to silently signal the group the person falls in. Doesn’t mean it's gonna stop Tony, but it just means he is gonna be a bit more cautious. Hopefully.

Peter Parker. 20 years old. Just finished with his masters at Columbia University in Biochemical Engineering. Mother was a scientist as well. Mary Fitzpatrick. Irish. No father listed on the birth certificate. She married another scientist 4 years later, Richard Parker. Both deceased. Plane crash. Italian Aunt and Uncle raised him. Uncle died later. Shot at a Bodega. Not their area, so not tied to them. Trained as a gymnast. Big brown eyes, wavy brown curls. Smart. Cute. Flexible. Just Tony's type.

But something nags at Happy as he watches Tony and Peter talk.

He glances around the room when he spots them.

The Winter Soldier leaned against a wall, looking around the room on the left side, looking a little too casual. At the refreshment table section was The Captain. He worked for the government but has ties to the Irish mob, though, like Tony. Couldn't be proven. He was staring at Peter and Tony with a frown, not subtle at all.

Then it hits. See, there were rumors that The Captain had a kid. Had them young before he was involved with potential mob connections. And he recalls another rumor going around that there was a small riff between The Captain and The Winter Soldier, a love interest that was not approved.

He has to get Tony away from this Peter Parker.

Peter Parker, who potentially could be the kid of The Captain Steve Grant Rogers.

Peter Parker, who potentially could be the love interest of The Winter Soldier James Buchanan Barnes

[pretty-bratty]

Every Mafia AU

[starker-sorbet]

Same age superhero boyfriends

[definitelynottony]

(High school AU: Tony is a senior, Peter is a freshman in Tony's advanced mathematics class.)

Teacher:"In this equation, what comes after 69?"

Tony:(looking directly at Peter) "Mouthwash"

Peter:😳

Teacher:"Stark! Get out of my class!"

[babybatscreationsv2]

Hot Couture

Marvel | Starker

It's been a long hard day and Tony can't think of anything better than eating his baby out until it all fades away. Peter's been waiting all day for Tony to present him with the bag he's been asking for and now here the man is asking for sex. That man has a lot to answer for coming home empty handed, or so Peter thinks.

Rating: Explicit

For my H <3

Inspired by this fic

Warnings/tags: mafia au, brat!Peter, degrading language, rimming, feminine terms for male parts, rough sex, money kink?, daddy kink, cum facial

Tony stepped through the door and shrugged his jacket from his shoulders to be dropped carelessly on the coat rack where it barely clung to the wood. He let out a breath and with it went the stress of the day, or at least tiny bits of it. Then his eyes landed on Peter. Beautiful as ever. He'd spent the day being pampered just as he deserved. His hair was professionally styled and his nails were buffed and manicured. He liked the way they clicked against the glass of his phone's screen.

Peter looked up at him. His gaze was warm and affectionate, further stripping away the day's stress. Tony rolled up his sleeves as he took his first steps across the office.

"Hi, daddy! How was your day?" Peter greeted. He didn't put his phone down and his feet were still propped up on the desk. He was the picture of luxury in one of his pretty robes, sheer with nothing underneath.

"Awful," Tony huffed. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, daddy. And also, I missed your credit card. You won't believe what just happened-"

"Not now, baby. I missed you," Tony tried again.

Peter's eyes narrowed. "Not now? Not now?!" He took his feet off the desk to sit up straight.

"It's been a long day, baby. I just want to relax. Let me have you first." Tony reached the desk and dropped to his knees, looking no less than a man in a drought, kneeling before a fresh water spring. The heel of Peter's foot connected with his forehead, holding him back.

"This is important. The bag I wanted just sold out. The one I told you about this morning? You said you'd get it for me when you got back."

"Things ran late today, baby. I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?!"

Tony ignored him, taking him by the calf to press kisses to his ankle. He moaned at the taste of his skin. The day melted away. He kissed his way up Peter's calf, savoring each one. He was so soft. His skin was so salty, sweet, so warm and inviting.

"You're not even listening to me. Is this a joke to you?"

"No, baby, of course not," Tony mumbled against his skin. "You'll have whatever you want."

"Get me that bag."

Tony nodded, pulling the tie on his robe. "Of course, sweetheart. You'll have it." Peter grabbed him by the hair. Tony looked up into his glaring face.

"How are you gonna do that, daddy? Didn't you hear what I said?" His pretty boy glared at him with nothing short of malice. He couldn't stand for him to be so upset. Maybe he should have made time to deal with that today.

"It's sold out, I know," Tony assured him. "I'll track one down for you. I'll take it off a corpse if I have to."

"I want it by morning."

"By morning, I swear. Just let me have you. Please baby, it's been such a long day."

A slow smirk spread across Peter's lips. The displeasure on his face vanished. "I want diamonds."

"You have diamonds-" he gasped as Peter, still holding him by his hair, tugged at his roots.

"Better ones. Bigger."

"Of course. Anything you want."

"See, you keep saying that, but I'm not seeing any results."

"Please, baby. I need you. Need to taste your pretty pussy." His hands slid up Peter's thighs. Peter let go of his hair to tap his cheek with his fingers.

"Of course you do. You always need this pussy, don't you daddy?"

"Yes, baby." He leaned his head down, but Peter pushed him back with a foot on his shoulder.

"Well you don't deserve it."

"Baby-"

"Nope. I want diamonds, daddy. And my bag. And I want a new Lamborghini. A red one. And I'll need new boots to match."

"All of that, I swear."

"I'm not convinced." Peter licked two of his fingers and reached down between his legs. Tony shivered, watching those fingers trace his hole. He licked his lips, mouth gushing with saliva, his whole body burned with need.

"Please, Pete, sweetheart. I'll buy you anything you want, anything. Just let me have you, please baby."

Peter hummed. "First thing in the morning?"

Tony nodded his head. "First thing. Before coffee and everything. Please please," he panted.

"Well," he drew the sound out, tongue against his teeth. "Okay then."

Tony didn't wait for Peter to try to stop him again. He wrapped his arms around Peter's hips and buried his face between his legs. His tongue swiped over Peter's hole in a long slow stroke.

"Daddy," Peter mewled. His fingers curled in his hair. Tony licked him with long, savoring strokes of his tongue. He pulled his leg up over his shoulder, then did the same with the other, folding him in half. One of Peter's hands trailed down his neck and across his shoulders, searching for something to hold on to just to end up gripping the edge of the seat.

"I want-" he gasped. Tony's eyes flicked up to his face, annoyed that he was still speaking. His tongue slipped inside him, flicking against his insides. "I want a vacation," Peter continued even as his legs shook. "Want to see Europe. All of it. And a cruise."

Tony's hands spread him open, letting him sink his tongue inside just a little bit more. Peter moaned and Tony's eyes closed again as he enjoyed his treat.

"No, a yacht. I want a yacht- want to sail around Europe in a yacht- and news clothes for the trip-"

Tony grabbed both his legs and shoved him backward. He stood and pulled him from the chair to throw him over the desk.

"Hey!" Peter protested. Tony grabbed him by the hair, his other hand on his lower back, pressing him into the desktop.

"You're a spoiled fucking brat, do you know that?" Tony hissed.

"Whose fault is that?" Peter snapped, but there was strain in his voice where Tony bent his neck back. Tony took his hand off his back to grab the lube from the desk drawer where it sat next to all sorts of toys. They didn't miss an opportunity to enjoy each other. He barely squeezed it out onto his cock before he was stuffing himself inside.

Peter made a noise somewhere between moaning and choking. Tony grinned and shoved his face down onto the desk.

"That's more like it, huh sweetheart?" He moaned as his hips met Peter's plump ass. Peter tried to pull himself up the desk, too brain dead to even tell him how he was too deep, but Tony already knew he was hurting him. He leaned down over him. He dragged his teeth over his neck and bit into his shoulder. Peter only whimpered.

"Not so talkative now. Are you sure you don't have any more demands?" Tony purred.

"Fuck me," Peter gasped.

Tony chuckled. "That's my boy." He kissed his slack lips, tongue flicking against his teeth. Then he straightened his back. He hiked up one of Peter's legs onto the desk and thrust his hips forward. Peter moaned. There was a moment where Tony used him like a toy before he recovered enough to participate.

He grabbed the edge of the desk and pulled himself back. His moans were just as spoiled and greedy as he was.

"And I want-" he panted.

"You're still going?" He grabbed him around the neck and pulled him back on it. Peter grinned.

"Don't I deserve new things, daddy?"

"Whatever you want, baby. Now, be good for me."

"You'll be good for me won't you?" Peter teased. "You'll give me whatever I want."

"I always do, don't I?"

"You're such a good dog."

Tony scowled, feigning irritation despite the thrill it gave him to be so wrapped around Peter's finger. He was his dog, but if he said out loud what that made Peter, he'd spend the rest of his life in an actual dog house.

He reached into the back pocket of his pants that were hanging off his ass. He pulled a credit card from one of the pockets and stuffed it between his smiling lips. He startled, smile disappearing in shock. Peter melted again, into a pliant mess, moaning around the plastic.

"Who's a good boy?" Tony teased him. Peter didn't answer, though he knew he wanted to. Instead, he obediently left the card in his mouth while Tony fucked him and he looked all the more like a dog for it. He tried his damnedest not to bite down on the plastic, but the cock stretching out his hole made it impossible. It wasn't like Tony didn't have more.

Tony pressed him down against the desk, taking out the day's stress on Peter's perfect little pussy. He sighed heavily as it all melted away amid the sound of Peter's whimpering moans and the wet, squeeze around his cock. He listened to know when Peter was close, when he whimpers more than moans, unable to get off and teetering on the edge. He always preferred to cum untouched and so his hands still gripped the edge of the desk, waiting for Tony to take care of him.

Holding his hips, he adjusted his stance until he was grinding the head of his cock against Peter's sweet spot. His whining became frantic and squirm on his cock, trying to make himself cum even with his legs bent up in the least helpful position.

"Such a slut for me," Tony praised. "Let's see you cum for me, baby. You can do it."

Peter moaned, muscles tightening before his whole body went limp against the desk. Tony rolled him over. His legs dangled off one side, one foot on the floor. His robe hung open to either side of him. Cum was smeared across the fabric and clinging to his belly. He watched the boy pant as he touched himself, slowly walking around the desk to stand where his head hung off the other side.

He looked at him, soft and spoiled, teeth clamped around a hundred-grand. Peter opened his eyes and looked up at him. That tipped him over the edge. He stroked himself hard, letting his cum paint that pretty face, splattering against the credit card in his mouth, his cheeks, his long lashes. He looked at him and only wished he could cum again.

Peter rolled over and smiled at him, card still between his teeth, one eye too sticky to open. Tony took off his shirt and wiped his face with it. Then he tried to take the card from him and Peter growled like a dog. They both laughed and Peter let it go.

"Thank you, daddy."

Tony's hand cupped his face, sliding back to slip his fingers into his hair. "Finally tamed?"

"Never."

Tony gave him a kiss. A hand grabbed his softening cock and he gasped. "So damn greedy." He looked the boy in his eyes.

"Please, daddy. I wanna blow you." Peter fluttered his eyelashes.

"I'm spent, baby. Let's go to bed."

Peter's pressed his lips into a pout. "Are you saying I can't have anything I want?"

Tony scowled, but it fell quickly into a smile. Peter was just too damn precious.

"Let's take it upstairs, at least." Tony picked him up from the desk. Peter's arms wrapped around him.

"Good boy," Peter giggled and he kissed his cheek as he was carried to bed.

[mrclownbae]

♥︎Royal AU / King!Tony♥︎

Peter is Tony's son who is to be wed soon. The only problem is: Tony refuses to select a suitor for the boy. Nobody's good enough. Tony will always find some excuse to deny an arrangement. He'll negotiate before ultimately refusing the deal, or he'd make unreasonable requests, knowing that his terms won't be agreed with. Truth of the matter is, nobody's good enough for his prince. Nobody but himself, that is.

(just dadson Starker. Tony who refuses to set his son up for an arranged marriage, the king always having an excuse or a reason for why they can't marry his boy. he's a selfish man. wants to keep his prince to himself.)

[professional-benaddict]

im making a new post bc the original is so long🥴🥴 @winterspiderpurrs 💗💗

Peter swallows thickly, feeling an icy sense of urgency run through his body. His hands reach over to his baby bump on instinct.

“Do you want me to call your husband?” Stephen asks, noticing Peter’s silence.

“N-no… I’ll do it.”

“Things might move quickly from here, okay? I’m getting an OB/GYN here right away.”

——

Tony is so distraught when he gets Peter’s call that for a few minutes, he rambles about pointless things (mostly blaming Stephen, even though the doctor had no fault in the matter). Eventually, he has the good sense to get his things and get to the rental car.

“Keep me updated, baby, please.”

“I’ll- I’ll try… but, things might move quickly here. I- I might be in surgery.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll call Bucky and May. You- you stay put. I’ll be there, I promise. I love you, I love you.”

“I love you too. Just- just get here, Alpha…”

“I will, Omega mine. I will.”

——

Three hours later, Peter stops answering Tony’s calls. The Alpha gets a hold of Bucky though who is waiting at the hospital. May is picking up Ben and Harley from school and taking care of them.

Tony bursts into the waiting room, his suit a mess and face a storm of emotions. Bucky comes up to him, embracing him.

“They took Peter to surgery. They are doing a C-section, I presume. They wouldn’t tell me for sure since I’m not family.”

“But-but… It’s too early. What about the baby?” Tony’s eyes are wild, flickering from one place to the next. His hands tremble as he clutches at Bucky’s shoulders.

“It’s 4 weeks early. Pups survive that, and especially yours and Peter’s. They are fighters. Hey? You’ll all be okay. Just breathe.”

[rubypearlbubbles]

I just wanna write so bad that Tony Stark is Sherlock and Peter is high school student John. And they meet because Peter’s parents are dead and now he lives with his grandma Mrs. Hudson.

[handmedaisies]

mr. i dont like being handed things stark does a double take when the new PA guy peter parker grabs his hand to feed it with a serious amount of paper sheets meanwhile pepper stands in the corner smirking because she knows she hired this one for a reason

[winterspiderpurrs]

Steve drops Tony to run after Bucky. Same ole same ole.

But while Tony recruited Spider-man to assist he didn't dig to found out who he was. Just asked him to be honest if he was atleast 18.

So he doesn't know Peter is Spiderman.

Throw in some omegaverse.

Turns out Steve and Tony were together officially or not.

While in the hospital for his injuries, he finds out he is pregnant.

He tried to reach out to Steve - no answer

So here Tony is 6 months later with his private lamaze class he needs a partner aka an Alpha.

But no worries, the instructor has the PERFECT alpha to help.

Enter Peter Parker who volunteers to be a stand in Alpha for omegas.

Tony is just flabbergasted that this college kid would be doing this. Was he genuinely this good of a person or is he a creepy alpha or villian.

Peter of course tries not to be shocked about this client being Tony Stark but with all the pages of the NDA it's not surprising now.

Motor mouth Peter who explains how yes he loves to volunteer. He was a late bloomer and was for sure thought he would be an omega and took all the classes for it. But when he turned out to be an Alpha.

He spoken of how he was in an accident and so now he shoots blanks. And this is his chance it help fill a void as most omegas don't want to be with an Alpha who can't give them kids.

Tony asking if he was in sort of lab accident as a joke.

Peter brightens up.

" Funny enough I was! But... I .. signed an NDA about it. "

[pretty-bratty]

THIS IS FAMILY BUSINESS Tony and Peter

[rainghosted]

Highschool Starker AU

I have nothing to say...

[starker-sorbet]

After the apocalypse Tony and Peter find themselves making a new home in an abandoned church