#starkercest

[captshipper]

based on an AU for other fandom: alpha!Tony never had a good relationship with omega!Peter, his youngest pup. He leaves his omega with the pups and fucks off to a random small town. Years down the road, Peter happens to end up on his door, truck broken and needed a mechanic. Turns out adult Peter is more like someone that Tony could handle. Cue to genuinely falling in love with each other.

[innerempire]

Peter bringing home the boys he casually dates during college to introduce them to his dad, Tony. Tony thinks none of them are good enough for his brilliant boy, gives them the (extreme) shovel talk and it usually scares them off. Peter pretends not to know why none of his relationships work out as soon as he brings them home, but he’s secretly pleased because he only ever brings them home to kind of piss Tony off.

Sure, it’s fucked up that he enjoys seeing how territorial Tony can get over his own kid.

Because Peter’s a little shit, he decides to test the waters as to how Tony would react to him dating someone much older.

It’s his dad’s go-to place for business-related meetings, and of course Peter had purposely suggested to his date that they should have lunch there. Considering that he’s the Tony Stark’s son, Peter does have some pull of his own and requests for a table that puts him within Tony’s line of sight. He’s a little shit that loves being the centre of Tony’s attention, so he lets his date touch his hands. Accepts the casual hand on his thigh, and feigns interest in whatever it is that he’s saying.

He feigns surprise when they’re informed a few minutes later (a grand total of three minutes) that someone of importance has closed out the entire restaurant. It’s even more obvious when Tony stops by their table and tells the guy to fuck off.

“Dad.”

“You know, Pete, when I said you should broaden your horizons, I didn’t mean dating someone who looks as if they belong in a geriatric home.”

“He’s only 45!”

“Really? A bit too early to be having that tiny bald spot at 45, don’t you think?”

“Dad.” Peter snorts. “I know you’re always saying I deserve the best. But finding someone who can provide and take care of me the way you do is damn near impossible. And you know that. I’m starting to think that you secretly like it that you’re the only one capable of doing so.”

Tony grins at Peter in that infuriatingly cheeky way of his, leaning back comfortably against his chair, “I don’t think it’s ever been a secret, Pete. Do you really need anyone else when you’ve got your daddy?”

“Well, daddy dearest.” Peter leans forward in his seat, eyeing Tony. “Is that why you’ve been purposely sabotaging all my relationships?”

Tony calls the maitre d’ over, requesting to be served their usual favorites.

“Dad.”

“They should stuck around if they were serious about taking care of you.”

“Dad, you threatened Harry so badly that he dropped out of our Statistical Mathematics class and till today, he runs off in the opposite direction whenever he spots me.”

“Honey, all I said was that no one would be able to find his body if he ever treats you wrong. I’ve watched enough Criminal Minds and NCIS to cover my tracks.” It’s not something to be joked about, but Peter laughs. “You’re my precious baby boy.”

After lunch, Tony brings Peter to one of the boy’s favorite boutiques to shop at as an “apology” for “disrupting the date”, and Peter can’t complain.

“You know, since no one ever comes close to the way you take care of me, maybe I should just date you, dad.”

Tony nearly drops the bottle that he’s in the midst of uncorking, Peter watching gleefully from where he’s comfortably sitting cross-legged on the sofa.

“No one’s good enough, dad. You’ve raised the bar so high that everyone else pales in comparison. You’ve spoiled me.”

[mishastiel]

TONY STARK WITH A DAD BOD and he has tattoos and he fucks his 16 yr old son

[tonystoy]

Tony and Peter making out and Tony has his tongue basically down Peter’s throat as Peter grabs and squeezes the man’s ass

[starkerxstarker]

Permission to spam boop me 🐾

Also uh, image older brother Tony teaching Peter how to masturbate 👀🥵

[batransacon]

Don’t get me wrong, I love starker and I love smut but omfg is it hard to find long fics with plot of them 😭💔 it doesn’t even have to be all plot but like just a mention of some other characters and maybe some kind of conflict PLEASE 🙏

[vaguelyparker]

Recently been rotting my brain with the thought of Tony coming back to life post nwh and it’s been a month and he already has this pretty young thing hanging off his arm. Like they knew coming back from the dead couldn’t have been good for his mental health especially not with the divorce and Pepper having someone else but they’re all just so disappointed with Tony going back to his old ways. And he’s completely shameless about it, they both are, Peter walks around wearing nothing but one of Tony’s shirts bruises mottling his skin, Tony will pull him into his lap while the others are around, it’s uncomfortable. Of course it’s worse than they can imagine because when Peters whimpering Mr.Stark right where they can hear has more meaning they can imagine. Anyways just shameless starker getting off to how taboo it all is and getting to flaunt it in everyone’s faces because none of them know. Actually the more taboo the better so fuck it sprinkle in a little starkercest.

[sinner-for-starker]

Possessive Little Brother Peter over his Big Brother Tony, the moment someone looks at the older Stark, Peter is there raising a brow and glaring, Tony finds it cute and endearing, and when they get to the confines of Tony's room, Tony fucks the jealousy out of Peter while whispering that Tony is only Peter's, that no one will ever satisfy Tony like Peter, that no one will ever come close to how perfect Peter is while filling him up with his cum and Peter's just cock and cum drunk, feeling sated in his big brother's arms with his cock deep inside Peter.

[the-mad-starker]

Starkercest Smut: Quick Tips For Satisfying An Alpha (2/4)

For @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo! (Coming Untouched)

Oops, this chapter came outta no where and so my expected chapters for this fic got bumped by 1. I stg next one will be for Battleship. Until then... 🥺

Rated: E

Notes: omegaverse, starkercest, alpha tony, omega Peter, intersex Omegas, tags to be updated

Ch2 notes: cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, coming untouched

WC: 2550 (AO3 Link | Tumblr Ch1)

Peter was eager for instruction.

💗💗💗

He was ready to drag his dad back to the master bedroom and learn all there was to know. Even if he didn't know the depth of what he wanted to learn, he knew there was a lot his dad could teach him. His enthusiasm was plain and clear and it made the corner of Tony’s mouth tip up in amusement.

But when Peter grabbed his hand and tugged, his dad didn't budge.

“Dad?” Peter paused. “Aren't we gonna start now?”

Tony chuckled, the sound soft and low. And yet, the way it affected Peter was all heat and electricity.

“Eager, huh?” Tony teased and with an effortless tug, brought Peter into his arms.

Peter’s breath caught in his lungs as he pressed his palms flat on his father’s firm chest.

“Can't we?” Why was his voice so breathless…?

Tony leaned down and nuzzled his cheek. Instinctively, Peter’s face tipped up, offering his neck, and oh– he's never felt the need to do that before. It felt so right though, and Peter realized a second later that he wanted his dad to dip down and do something. Maybe bite him? Maybe not a bite, he thought, ‘cause the thought of teeth and pain had Peter both confused and feeling fuzzy. Maybe he just wanted his dad to nuzzle him there or… something… He wasn't sure what but he knew his dad would know what to do.

Either way, regardless of Peter’s confusing wants, his father didn't take the offer and instead kissed his forehead in a sweet and gentle manner. Normally, this show of affection would make Peter purr in contentment, but his alpha daddy had ignored feeding the foreign kind of want that had sprouted inside him. He wanted to explore it. Now.

“Nuh-uh,” Tony denied, voice low and seductive. It shot heat into Peter’s body, making him all the more eager to get to it that he didn't realize at first that his dad had said no.

“What? Why?” Peter demanded, falling back into a petulant, childish kind of whine.

“You, Peter Stark, promised that Ned kid that you'd hang out with him before his family goes off on vacay,” Tony reminded him.

Peter internally screamed and his head dropped, thudding softly on his dad’s chest.

“I did,” he said miserably.

Would Ned understand if he canceled…? No, no, he couldn't do that to his best friend, especially if he wasn't going to see Ned for the next few weeks.

So with a sigh and a soft grumble, Peter said, “Okay."

He made to leave but his dad wouldn't let him go.

“Dad?” Peter asked, curiously.

His dad was looking down on him with a calculating look.

“You're frustrated,” Tony pointed out.

Well, duh.

“I won't ditch Ned, but I just got excited cause… ‘cause I thought I'd get stuff started already,” Peter sighed. “But it's fine. it's fine, dad, I can wait… Would probably be a good idea too, you're always saying I need to plan these things out more– Eek!”

He had babbled until he was suddenly being pushed against the kitchen counter, hands instinctively scrambling to balance himself.

“Dad?!” He squeaked when his dad’s hand pressed between his shoulder blades and applied a light but demanding pressure.

“An alpha takes care of their omega,” his dad said nonchalantly behind him. “If I let you go out there, all frustrated and crap, you'll be distracted. You won't have a good time and then later on, you'll feel bad that you couldn't hang out with Ned the way you wanted to. You're too frustrated to go out like this.”

So what if he was frustrated? He’d get over it.

The logic took Peter a second to understand and then the first part of that sunk in.

An alpha takes care of their omega.

“What are you going to do, Dad…?” Peter asked, so excited that he could barely get any breath in his lungs. Maybe they didn't have time for everything Peter wanted clarification on, but they had time for something and that was enough for Peter. For now.

The answer was given to him in the form of an action.

His boxers were tugged down, over the curve of his buttocks and even further down his thighs until they pooled around his ankles.

“I'm gonna take care of my omega,” his father said, the warmth of his breath tickling the back of his thighs.

Immediately, every hair on his body raised in excitement. Peter's heart felt like it had jumped up his throat and he became so tense. His scent perfumed out, thick arousal signaling yes yes yes, I want this, I need this with an underlying hint of trepidation. No matter how much he wanted, how much he trusted, this was still new territory and he wasn’t scared– he was not. He was just… inexperienced and new things could be scary.

Even so, Peter swallowed the lump in his throat and squeezed his eyes shut. Without his sight, it made the reactions of his body all the more clear. There were butterflies fluttering in his belly and it felt like his lower body was starting to heat up, like molten lava was looking between his legs. He realized quickly that his body was reacting, slick starting to gather between his thighs.

Without his boxers, there was nothing to catch it and he felt a line of wetness drip down his thigh.

“Dad…” he said weakly. He wanted to turn around, to look, but at the same time, he was afraid that moving from the position his dad put him in would ruin everything.

So he stood there, legs starting to shake, and so, so incredibly turned on.

“Relax, kid,” Tony murmured and then spread his cheeks apart. “Daddy's here. Daddy's got you.”

Peter’s breathing quickened because he could feel the warmth of his dad's body heat as he leaned even closer. He could hear the audible sound of his father breathing his scent in and the resulting groan of appreciation that was made right after breathing it in.

“I–I…” Peter stuttered. Doing that was the opposite of helping him calm down!

“Fuck, you smell so good right here, Pete,” he heard his father say. “So fucking good, you're making my mouth water…”

His father's large hands held his ass spread open and Peter was vulnerable and his hole was exposed to his father’s eyes. Then, to make it even worse, Tony positioned him the way he wanted, tugging lightly so that Peter had to stick his ass out in offering.

“So pretty, Pete,” his dad said. “My son has such a pretty pussy. Already so wet for me… You really were frustrated, huh? Don't worry, baby boy, Daddy will take care of you.”

Everything had happened so fast that Peter barely had any time to react, let alone think about what was really happening.

“Dad… W-What are you–” He couldn't even bear to ask so what came out after was a pitiful whine.

Peter didn't know what he was going to do but he had an idea. Would his dad touch him there? Finger his pussy, massaging the tips of his fingers against Peter’s hole… Subconsciously, his legs spread apart a bit further, inviting his father to take his place between them.

The omega almost jumped when something soft run along his pussy lips.

“Dad!” Peter squealed when his father’s tongue ran up and down, dipping between the plump lips of his pussy.

He felt the firm ridge of his father’s nose, an afterthought, because that dexterous tongue of his continued to move, never stopping its trek over Peter’s sensitive pussy. His eyes threatened to roll to the back of his head and he clung to the kitchen counter for dear life as his father ate him out.

Dirty slurps and appreciative moans sounded in the kitchen. Peter's gasps of “Dad… Dad…” were intermingled with the wet sounds of his father licking and slurping at his sensitive cunt.

Slow and sweet, his dad’s tongue explored the most intimate place on his body, drinking up his arousal like it was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted. It was like he was determined to not leave a single drop behind and Peter was so wet… His dad only made it an even worse mess, his spit mixing in with the sticky clear slick as it made its way down his thighs. They didn't go far before being lapped up, only leaving a shiny sheen of wetness behind. And yet, no matter how much his father's tongue swiped at his hole, his body continued to provide, slick still dripping right into Tony’s greedy mouth.

Peter didn't know if he could survive his father’s attempt to drink him down.

“Mmm… ah… ah… Dad, I can't–” Peter babbled, knees shaking.

His dad was eating him out… His dad’s face was buried between his legs, his tongue licking up any bit of slick and tongue fucking his dripping pussy.

He whined when he felt his dad cup his little cocklet but he didn't do anything else beyond holding him.

With his dad now fondling him somewhere new, Peter realized he was not only dripping wet, he was also rock hard. He was dripping from both parts, his cocklet stiff and held in place between two of his dad’s thick fingers, and his pussy drenching his father's mouth and chin.

Pleasure was building from both his pussy and his cocklet. There was more attention on his pussy, but he couldn't help the instinctive little jerks his hips made to feel some friction on his omega cock. His dad wasn't really doing much there, just idly holding his cock, letting his son hump against his fingers if Peter wanted.

If his dad wasn't so busy licking his hole, maybe Peter would've been distracted by how hard his cocklet was and turned his focus there.

The pleasure he was getting from his pussy, from his dad’s attention on his pussy, far outweighed the tiny sparks he was getting from his cocklet.

He’d never felt like this before and so, his attention stayed firmly on his dad’s hungry, wet mouth playing with him.

Every now and then, his father would slip into his hole, firming up his tongue into a stiff point and pushing it into his eager pussy. Peter cried at that, muscles trying to squeeze down and capture that elusive tongue. It was just enough pressure… Feeling something slipping in and spreading him open.

Peter moaned, a truly whorish sound that would've had him red-faced and blushing if he wasn't so far gone from pleasure.

“Dadd...!” Peter whined while he rocked back on his father’s tongue. In and out… in and out… His dad's wet tongue flirted with his pussy, the tip of it teasing the insides only to pull back out and give the rest of his pussy some attention.

He could also feel his daddy’s beard… That beard that he often had tickling his temple when he nuzzled innocently against his alpha dad. Now it was roughing up the soft tender skin on his inner thighs… Turning his skin pink as he squeezed his legs together, attempting to stop the impending orgasm that was making his body taut with pleasure.

No matter his wishes, his father was coaxing it out of him and Peter fought against it. He could feel it building, and it was both exhilarating and frightening… It felt so huge, looming just out of sight. He’d never felt pleasure like this, only the short-lived satisfaction that came from quick jerk-offs and too dry fingering in his alone time.

This… He felt like what his dad was doing to him… flooding his nerves with pleasure, stacking the sensations together until he just... couldn't... handle it… This was going to shatter him. He'd finally know what it felt like to be brought to orgasm by another’s hands… From his Daddy’s hands… How could anything he did alone ever feel as good as this?

“Dad… Dad… D-Daddy…” Peter chanted, eyes hazy and unfocused. He halfheartedly fought against his pleasure but in the end, he couldn't do it.

If his father wanted him to come, he’d make Peter come. It was out of Peter’s control and it had him gasping, moaning almost miserably as his dad kept pushing, pushing, pushing… Coaxing Peter’s pleasure into an unbearable peak, just needing that one thing to push him screaming over the edge.

A finger pushing in alongside his daddy’s tongue was what did it. Tony's tongue felt good, but it was too soft and flexible. The thick, solid shape of his daddy’s finger made him cry out, hips bucking hard into the sensation. His dad fingered him with intent, demanding space inside his tight virgin pussy. Whatever his daddy was doing, it made Peter’s body jolt and tore another pleasured filled wail from his throat.

What was that! His daddy did something inside Peter, rubbing something that had Peter's breath hitching. His toes curled tight and tears burned hot in his eyes as it became too good and too much. Rub, rub, rub… The pad of his dad’s one single finger, rubbing gently but firmly, was able to make him fall apart completely.

It was too much. Too much, too much…! He was going to break apart…!

“Dad…!” He cried out, a desperate plea for something he didn't know. Hot trail of tears raced down his cheeks, his mouth gasping open, lips trembling…

He came, his body locking down tight with his muscles fluttering around his daddy’s finger. At the same time, his untouched cocklet released a small load of clear fluid that splattered against the cabinets in front of him. The orgasm rocked through him, undeniable and so forceful that his breath locked in his chest before reality came crashing down.

The sharp inhale he sucked in had him gasping for more breath.

“Mm…!” He whined when he felt Tony lapping up his slick, using the broad flat surface of his tongue to clean him up.

He knew that not a drop was wasted.

His legs gave out the moment his orgasm left him a shuddering mess. His father’s strong arms caught him and brought him close within the alpha’s embrace.

Post-orgasm, Peter could barely form a sentence as he stared up at his father in a daze. Tony’s beard and chin were wet with his son’s slick and the dark gaze leveled at him would've had Peter trying to crawl away because that was a predator looking at him. Ready to eat him up.

But Tony had already done that so what else did his father have in store for him…?

“Feeling better?” His daddy asked as though he hadn't just turned his son into a puddle of pleasure on their kitchen floor.

“Mm…” Peter whined and he would've kicked his legs but they still felt weak like jello.

“I’ll get a bath ready,” Tony decided cheerfully and then picked him up as though Peter weighed nothing at all.

Peter wanted to protest and say he could walk on his own but he really didn't think he could. So he let his dad take him to get cleaned up, basking in the pleasant simmer of an post-orgasm afterglow.

[ironh3artstark]

thinking about peter riding tony, forcing him to cum inside of him 🙈🙈

[starkercreamery]

🤎

Baby Alpha Tony has always been obsessed with his pretty, curvaceous, and gorgeous older Omega brother Peter.

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@papermacherainbow

[captshipper]

Tony feels less guilt when he fucks Peter from behind, when he can pretend the tight cunt around his cock doesn't belong to his baby.

[innerempire]

{Starkercest}

“Baby, any reason why you’re here looking more in love with the hors d’eavours than your boyfriend who has been standing there in the corner looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here?”

Peter flinches, nearly dropping the champagne flute in his left hand, the other stealing another onion jam and cheese rugelach. He pops it into his mouth, sighing happily when he chews into it.

“Because these are fantastic. They’re my favorite.”

Tony plucks the empty flute from Peter’s hand and passes it to a service staff walking past. “I know, that’s why I specifically requested for the catering staff to prepare more of it. So-“ Tony flicks his gaze across the room. “Why are you breaking up with Briar?”

“I- how did you-“ Peter snags a napkin to wipe his fingers with. “It’s Brian, by the way.”

“I don’t really give a fuck, you know that.”

“Well, you should be concerned that your 21 year old son can’t seem to date anyone for more than 6 months.” Peter grumbles under his breath before he follows it up with a sigh. “I don’t know, dad. He’s so…” He gestures uselessly with his hands.

“Dull? Plebian? A tool?”

“Dad!” Peter feels horrible for even trying to suppress his laugh.

“Baby, I keep saying this and you keep ignoring me, but you’ve got to start dating someone of your calibre.” Tony reaches out and tucks an errant curl behind Peter’s ear, the affectionate gesture making the younger male smile.

“I dated Harry Osborne last year, and you still didn’t approve. He’s smart, rich and-“

“Uh, uh.” Tony warns, raising a finger to effectively stop Peter. “I don’t need you praising another man when I’m right here in front of you.”

“I was going to say that he’s smart, rich and as great as he is, he’s still not you.”

“Atta boy. No one can be me, because that’d be a problem.”

“Brian thinks it’s weird how close we are with each other. And he said some things about you which I obviously didn’t agree with.”

Peter really won’t stand for anyone talking shit about his dad.

“So you did bring him here so that he’d make up his mind to break up with you.”

“…yes?”

“Great. Saves me the trouble of giving him the shovel talk.” Tony looks all too pleased by the idea of his son’s breakup, just as he always had been with Peter’s past ex-boyfriends.

“There’s also another reason why I’m breaking up with him. You see, someone I’m really, truly in love with…” Peter reaches a hand out, delicately adjusting Tony’s bowtie. “…he’s turning 50 today. I’m also so tired of him pretending that he doesn’t want me, when it’s so obvious he does.”

“Huh.” Tony stills, and something in the air shifts. “Sounds like an idiot.”

“I wouldn’t say that. Sometimes, it’s more of him….biding his time. But I’ve been waiting for two yea and frankly, it’s not fun anymore. Hence, this conversation.”

Even at 50, Tony was so fucking ridiculously handsome. The whole bearded look was really going to be the death of Peter, and he figures that once Tony starts going for that whole silver-fox grey look, Peter is absolutely doomed for.

“So…I’m making myself available so that I can gift myself to him, because I know he’s a possessive man and sharing is…well, it’s not in his dictionary.”

“Peter.”

“Dad.” Peter fiddles with the lapels of Tony’s suit jacket. “I thought me going to college and creating some “distance” between us was going to spur you into action. Stop making me wait.”

Tony smiles. It’s fond. Indulgent.

“I was going to wait until graduation.”

Peter scoffs, “Waiting’s not exactly your strongest strength, dad. This is the last time I’m offering, so you’d better take it. Or else next semester, I’m going to bring home my really hot, older professor that’s been eyeing me since last year and-“

“Peter. Are you threatening me?”

“You know I don’t make empty threats, daddy, so-“ Peter pats Tony lightly on the chest, his smile entirely playful. “-you’d better buck up and do something.”

-/-

Half an hour later, Peter doesn’t even have it in him to feel remotely guilty when Brian accidentally wanders into one of the guest bedrooms. He really should have locked the doorF but maybe a part of him actually wanted this to happen.

The room is dark, blinds drawn and in their haste to undress and fuck, neither Peter and Tony had bothered with the lights.

The light from the hallway spills into the room, illuminating Peter’s blissed-out expression as Tony fucks him from behind. Their eyes meet; Peter’s gaze misty and half-lidded and Brian’s wide with the disbelief and betrayal.

Tony’s too far gone in his pleasure, eyes clenched and his forehead pressed against Peter’s shoulder blades to even register that they’ve just been walked on.

“Oh fuck-“ Peter doesn’t shift his gaze away, nor is there any semblance of regret as his (ex) boyfriend watches him pushing back against his dad’s cock. “Dad, fuck me, please. Want you to come in me-“ He lets out a high keening sound when Tony tugs at his hair, a muffled “christ, baby, you’re gonna fucking kill me” whispered against his shoulder.

[tonystoy]

I need more bottom Tony

More of Peter eating out his boyfriend’s ass as a joke

Tony actually moaning and cumming cuz of it

Peter fingering him because the look on Tony’s face nearly makes him nut

I need Peter to realize what it feels like to have dominance over someone this way

Peter just shows Tony’s hole no mercy

His strokes are sloppy, no rhythm, I mean he’s only ever bottomed after all

But Tony’s a moaning less, Peter’s tip is constantly touching his prostate

Tony who goes to jerk off while Peter’s inside him but Peter slaps his hand away, “Mine”, is all he grunts and Tony falls more in love

Peter who eventually cums inside and then grabs a plug and inserts it into Tony

[cutestarkersworld]

made this with the idea of brothers starker

[starker2910]

Tony gagging his son Peter with his cock in the livingroom while his wife is cooking dinner a few meters away in the kitchen 🤤🤤🤤