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I LOVE BOTTOM TONY... THANK YOU SO MUCH

Starker Kinktober 2018: Day 6

Today’s prompt: 6. Daddy | Corset | Cock Worship | Biting

[ You can also read it here on AO3. Power Couple, Aged Up!Starker. Featuring top!Peter and bottom!Tony. ]

Peter didn’t know why the movie they had been watching was still playing, because it had been a good half hour since they had both stopped paying attention to it. Peter wasn’t sure how it had all started, mainly because he wasn’t sure if he had been the one who took Tony’s hand and placed it on his crotch or if Tony had done it himself.

Things had started to unfold very slowly after that. Peter had tried to continue watching the movie as Tony began massaging his growing bulge, but when Tony slid off the couch and moved on his knees in front of him. His gaze shifted down to watch him as Tony very slowly undid his pants, only enough to be able to take his erection out. Peter slightly re-adjusted himself on the couch in response, not saying a word as he observed the older man trail kisses on his shaft. Peter didn’t know what exactly Tony was up to, but he did not question it. He looked too good on his knees in between his legs, closing his eyes as he continued with his ministrations. He was so slow, so careful that even if it was making Peter more and more eager to get started with how much he was being teased, he absolutely loved it. Tony treated his length as though it was a precious treasure, kissing it, licking it so painfully slowly, collecting the pre-cum off its head.

Peter ultimately grabbed the remote and closed the TV, in case Tony would make a sound and he would miss it. But, he didn’t. He simply continued, and Peter wondered if he was going to continue being so teasingly slow and see how long Peter would last. Was that the goal?

The CEO almost asked. But, he did not want to interfere with what was happening.

He did smirk however when he notied Tony moving his free hand down his own body, clearly to touch himself. Peter pressed a foot against Tony’s clear bulge, stopping him from being able to reach it. If Tony wanted to play the teasing game, Peter absolutely would join.

Tony groaned, but didn’t say anything. He continued worshipping Peter’s cock, until he suddenly stopped and stood up. Peter’s head shot up, watching Tony with curiosity. Neither of them said a thing. Tony simply began undressing himself, and Peter was too mesmerized with him to do anything. He followed Tony’s movements with his gaze as he sat back on the couch, completely bare. He opened his mouth to speak, wanting to know what was happening, but Tony placed an index on Peter’s lips, shaking his head in response.

Peter kissed Tony’s finger and then very teasingly licked it. Tony groaned so very slightly, but Peter had been able to hear it. God, Peter needed to take him. He thus reached behind him to take the lube out of the drawer, never losing eye contact with Tony all the while. He tried to figure him out so much, but he couldn’t know what Tony was up to. At all. He figured that was Tony’s goal, otherwise he would not have silenced him this way.

He continued kissing Tony’s finger until Tony moved downwards to give attention of his lenth once more, licking off the precum had had smeared across its head. Peter bit down his lip to muffle down a groan, and moved his hips up in response.

Peter didn’t hesitate to lube up two of his fingers before he brought them to Tony’s entrance, very slowly teasing the rim. He smirked when Tony tried to grind against his fingers, and continued with the teasing until he had to put more lube and actually start pushing his fingers inside to prepare him. He fingered him more slowly than he ever had and he was surprised with how many whines Tony held back.

What was he up to?

Tony lifted his head up and sensually licked his lips as he looked at Peter, and Peter’s gaze was quizzing him. He almost spoke again, but Tony placed a finger on his lips again, and Peter almost let out a frustrated groan. Almost. Because while he didn’t understand what was going on, whatever Tony wanted to do, Peter was always up to doing. He was devoted to making Tony as happy as he could possibly make him.

But he was not, in any shape or form, ready for what came next.

“Fuck me, Daddy.”

Holy shit. Peter’s jaw dropped to the floor. He still couldn’t understand why Tony had been silent thus far, but it did not matter in the slightest. Tony Stark had called him Daddy. Peter never really had thought about whether or not he would like to be called in such a manner, but now that he was hearing it? Fuck. He loved it. He was surprised he didn’t cum right there.

“Holy shit, Tony,” Peter whispered, gripping Tony hips and pulling him onto his lap. He kissed him hungrily, biting down his lip with a groan. “Call me that again,” he whispered huskily against his lips, positioning Tony atop of him before he roughly ground him down his cock.

Tony growled. “Are you gonna fuck me hard, Daddy?“

Normally, Peter let Tony ride him at his pace, but now? Oh, now, he didn’t hesitate to keep his hands on his hips to guide him up and down his cock in a fast, rough manner. His nails dug in Tony’s skin, but Tony didn’t seem to care in the slightest.

"I’ll fuck you hard all night, Tony. All night,” he growled, trailing steamy kisses down his neck. He didn’t hesitate to bite then, marking Tony over and over. Tony was going to be bruised all over.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

[comment if you would like to be tagged for the next prompts. for those who read CEO of my heart, yes, that would be a smutty sequel of it. There will be no spoilers for the series in any of this, though, so no worries! <3]

tags: @just-starker-things, @spidony, @337-years-old, @im-with-tony

#ScreAMS #starker #nsfw #bottom tony

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im not too fond of mpreg bbUT I ACTUALLY LOVE THIS? I'm gonna go launch myself into a cold shower THIS ISS SO HOT

The Heat

This is for @airebellah. Who requested breeding kink with a nice side of Mpreg for our favorite Starker OTP. This…got kind of long.

There are a lot of things that Peter loved about summer break. No school for one and more time on patrol. This year promised to be special because he’ll be spending it with Tony Stark, his boyfriend. It has only been a year, well, nearly a year since Peter turned 17 and this summer would be the first they spent as a couple. Peter was looking forward to it, all of it. The only downside is that Peter will be painfully horny. All the time, too. Ever since the bite, summers have been a bit torturous. The heat built up a lot of energy that he just couldn’t burn quick enough. Maybe Tony would be up to a little bit of lab time to make something to calm him down?

But that’s for later. It is exactly, 10 minutes until the last bell rings for break. Ten minutes until Peter will be free from Flash and his posse for two blissful months. He can already see it. Tony fucking him in the hot tub, in the hotel bed-

Ned jams a pen into his side, hard enough to bruise a normal person. Peter hisses in pain but gives his best friend a grateful look. His friend knew Peter had a hard time focusing towards the summer and the sooner he was out of here, the better.

Already, Peter could feel himself half hard in his jeans. A rush of heat floods his body and he squirms in his seat, careful not to touch his throbbing dick. What? What is this? Peter bites the inside of his cheek and breathes harshly. All he can think about is Tony’s cock, fucking him brainless.

He looks at the clock. 2 minutes.

His phone vibrates. Its a text from Tony. ‘I’m outside.’

Peter shows the text to Ned, who’s eyes grow wide before he grins and gives Peter a thumbs up. Yeah, he’s gonna want to know everything he does over the break.

The second the bell rings, Peter Parker is gone.

“Drive.”

“Well, hello, sweetheart.” Tony raises an eyebrow from the driver seat.

“Hi, Tony.” Peter exhales shakily. “Now drive before I make you fuck me right here.”

“Really?”

The older man grins but puts the car in drive and pulls away. Peter puts his knuckle in his mouth and bites down. The heat spreads from his toes to the roots of his hair. He’s so hot. His dick aches. His hole aches. It feels like he’s going to burst in his pants any second but he doesn’t want to. He can’t. Tony’s private jet isn’t too far, he can wait until then. He whimpers around his fist.

“Something you want to share, Pete?”

“I…” Peter makes the mistake of looking at his boyfriend and any idea of waiting goes out the window. “I need you to fuck me. I need you to fill me with your cock and fuck me, right now.”

“Jesus…” Tony tightens his grip on the wheel.

“Not Jesus, me, Peter.” He whines before leaning over the center and gear shift as far as the seatbelt will allow. “I need you to fuck me with your cock and stuff me full of your hot thick, milky cum.”

“Peter.” The older man growls. He can see Tony’s hard cock pressing against his slacks.

“Stick your cock in me?” Peter’s panting and gasping. What is he saying? Where is this coming from? He doesn’t know and he doesn’t care. “And leave it there? Leave your cock in me after you cum in me and stay there? Please?”

Abruptly, Tony takes a turn and keeps going until they’re stop under the shade of a large tree.

“Come here, baby boy.” He unbuckles his slacks and pushes them down along with his boxers to his knees. Peter quickly scrambles to obey but its a tight fit. Tony yanks his pants down so only his ass is exposed and drags him to sit in his lap.

“Fuck me daddy.” Peter says, breathless, grinding his ass against the hard dick beneath him. He’s sideways in his daddy’s lap, his legs are out over the center console, but he’s sure Tony can still fuck him this way.

He’s not disappointed. Tony grabs some lube from the center console, slicks his fingers up and reach around to prep him but Peter isn’t having that. He needs Tony’s cock in him, now. He reaches down and grabs Tony’s hot pulsing dick before aiming it at his own eager hole.

“Peter-”

He spears himself before Tony can stop him and moans in relief. The heat pressing into his gut lift for a moment. Tony throws his head against the head rest and squeezes his eyes shut. He’s never fucked Peter dry or without a condom but he feels amazing.

“Fuck, fuck, baby.” He moans as Peter’s hole tightens around him. “Gonna fuck you so good.”

He lifts the teen bridle style before lowering back down on his cock. He does it again, up and down, fucking into him hard enough to lift him into the car ceiling. Peter throws an arm around the head rest and helps drop down on Tony cock.

“Ah, ah, yes, harder, daddy!” Peter pants. “Fuck me harder! Faster!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Tony growls before holding the teen still and pistoning his hips up into the boy. He makes sure to aim for Peter’ prostate, making him scream and tear up the upholstery. They stay that way, Tony fucking up into Peter’s horny body, sinking his cock into the teen’s warm hole and making his boy beg for more, making his baby boy scream over and over again.

“Never fucked you without a comdom before.” He pants into Peter’s ear. “You want me to cum in you, baby boy?”

“Ugh! Yes! Please, I need it! Need you to give me your cum.”

“Want me to fuck you like this from now on?” He can feel his balls tighten. He was almost there.

“Yes!” Peter wails as his comes inside his pants. “Need you to cum in me, daddy. Please, give it to me. Please, please, please!”

Tony thrust brutally once, twice, and shoots his load with a growl. He mouths at Peter’s neck, licking and sucking as he comes down from the aftershocks of his orgasm.

“That was amazing, sweetheart.” He kisses Peter’s temple. “Come on, lets get going and I’ll take care of you when we get to the plane. Okay?”

Tony carefully pulls out, knowing how sensitive Peter can be. He’s not prepared for what happens next. Peter staggers over the center console and falls chest first into the seat, ass in the air, as a sob tearing out from him.

“Baby? Peter?” Tony quickly grabs his boy’s hips, worried he was too rough. “What’s wrong?”

“Your leaking out of me!” Peter can’t describe the horror, the wrongness of Tony’s seed spilling out of him. “I can’t-I can’t- I need it, Daddy! I need your cum in me!”

He doesn’t see Tony’s expression darken or his jaw slightly drop in wonder. The only sound that registers in his mind is Tony’s deep growl and the next thing he knows, his boyfriend is mounting him! His cock slams into his still dripping hole, jerking his body forward, hard enough Peter could see stars. His entire body covers Peter’s over the console, as he fucks into him.

“Yes!” Peter moans in ecstasy. “Fuck, daddy. Stuff me. Keep me full, please! Please! Please!”

“Fuck,” Tony grunts. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Tony grips the car door with one hand and grips Peter’s hip with the other as he drills into his boy’s prostate. He puts the full power of his weight behind every thrust and soaks up every dirty sound coming from his baby.

“You want my cum, baby, I’ll give you my cum.” He breathes into Peter’s ear. “I’m gonna fill you up and keep you that way. Gonna make sure you feel me inside you all day.”

“Yes!” Peter sobs, his eyes shutter as the building heat reaches a crescendo. “Yes, daddy!”

Every jerk of Tony’s hips forces the car to move, to shake with the power of his thrust. The fucking he gives his boy, is brutal and harsh. He doesn’t slow down, not even when he feels Peter’s walls clamp down, a sure sign he’s cum again. Toy fucks him through it and chases his own release. The windows fog over and he’s sure he’s seen a car or two pass them.

He doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking into the boy beneath him, relishing in the obscene sounds of his hips smacking into Peter’s ass, the squelch of his cock entering his wet and tight hole, over and over again.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Peter pants, shaking as the heat burns through him. “Breed me! Breed me! Breed me!”

He begs like a broken record, mind blank and desperate. That insatiable heat pushing aside his normal insecurities. He babbles the things he wants, begs for the things he never dared give voice to before.

“Fuck, Pete.” Tony moans into his neck. “I’ll breed you, baby, breed you so good, everyone will know. Everyone will know I knocked you up.”

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” Peter wails as his orgasm tears through him and the heat inside of him explodes. Tony’s thrust lose their rhythm and become erratic.

“Take it.” He hisses in Peter’s ear. “Take another load, pretty boy.” He thrusts deeply one more time before his vision flashes white and he cums, hips pressed against Peter’s ass to keep as much of his load from dripping out.

Tony collapses slightly, breathing heavy from the force of his orgasm. “Shit.” He kisses his baby’s shoulder and loosens his tie. This time he doesn’t move until he finishes, going so far as to lean back a bit without removing his cock and squeeze the last drops of his cum into Peter’s eager hole.

When Peter starts to whimper he hushes him and takes of his tie. He rolls it up tightly and when he removes his cock, replaces it with his tie. He makes sure to stuff it in deep enough nothing comes out. He knows its good when Peter becomes boneless in the seat. Tony pulls up his pants and pets his cheeks, humming in satisfaction.

“How’s that baby?”

“Good.” Peter slurs, “So good.”

Tony chuckles as he maneuvers his boy back into his seat and buckles him in. He cleans himself up quickly and drives the rest of the way to the plane but if Tony thought that was that last it, he was wrong.

The rest of the trip Peter is insatiable. The minute they reach a stable altitude, he’s begging to be fucked again and again without a condom. So, he does. He fucks him on the floor, in the bathroom mirror, and even against one of the plane windows. Always Peter begs to be filled and Tony is more than happy to deliver.

And in between, he nearly cries when Tony takes his cock out. So, he leaves the boy in his lap, hole filled with his cum and his cock until he’s hard again. It seems that barely any time passes before Peter is a horny wreck, begging for Tony’s cock. Again, the billionaire doesn’t fail to deliver.

When they land, Tony fucks him in the car on the way to the hotel. In the bedroom, in the hot tub, on the couch, he fills the boy up, whisper dirty words in his ear. When they go out to a cafe or restaurant, he locks them in the bathroom and fucks him against the wall or the sink, making sure to make his boy scream and moan loud enough for people to hear.

And despite moments of embarrassment, Peter still begs for more. Tony doesn’t think anything of it and Peter just keeps begging for more. Its a summer right out of an erotic novel and there isn’t anything wrong until two weeks for the end of August they return to Stark Tower.

They barely make it to the penthouse before Peter is rushing to the bathroom to empty his stomach.

“Yeah, that’s not just a stomach bug, baby.” Tony frowns as he reaches over to rub his back. “This is the fourth time you’ve thrown up since the hotel. FRIDAY run a scan.”

“Its fine.” Peter sighs. “Its probably just my body getting ready for the season change or something I ate.”

“Oh, you mean like the start of this summer, hmm?”

Peter blushes at the reminder of his insatiable energy and forgetting to tell Tony about it. He just knows the genius won’t let him live it down.

“Uh, Boss?” FRIDAY hesitates, which she’s never done before.

“Yeah, what is?”

“Diagnostics complete.”

“Well? What is it?” He frowns and turns to one of the cameras. He’s never known his girl to hesitate especially when it comes to Peter. She knows how much he means to Tony.

“It seems Mr. Parker is pregnant.” Tony turns back to Peter.

“See, its–wait, WHAT?!”

#see u guys in hell #starker #mpreg #nsfw

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mmmORE

Peter was bitten by a female spider and now is emitting hormones that get Tony super horny

I KNOW TS BEEN WEEKS SINCE I GOT THIS PROMPT LIFE HAS BEEN BUSY OKAY

tony didn’t know what was going on. normally he was fine around peter, but for some reason today was different. something about the boy was… off. not in a bad way, except that tony found himself wanting to rip the underage kid’s clothes off and ravish him until he was breathless. they were in the workshop, tinkering with tony’s projects like they tended to do these days, but tony just couldn’t focus. he had been sporting a semi for the past hour, fighting desperately to not seem distracted. apparently it wasn’t working.

“you okay, mr. stark?” peter asked. tony cleared his throat and nodded. “i’m fine, kid, just a little bit off my game. i think someone switched my coffee to decaf or something,” he said, avoiding peter’s questioning gaze. “oh, well i can run to starbucks if you need a puck me up!” peter offered brightly, smiling at tony in a way that made his dick throb. what the fuck was going on? “you know what, sounds good,” he said, pulling some cash from his wallet and handing it over.

the moment peter was out of the workshop, tony felt his head clearing, his dick softening quickly. something very strange was going on, he knew that, but he didn’t have any other information so he just went back to tinkering. after all, you can’t research something you don’t know anything about. twenty minutes later, it was the soft throb of his cock that alerted tony to peter’s presence before the boy even announced he was back. “here ya go mr. stark!” he said, placing the coffees on the work bench. “the weirdest thing happened at starbucks,” he added. “four guys and the barista all hit on me.” tony raised an eyebrow. “and that’s weird because…?” peter shrugged. “well, i’m in that starbucks a lot, and i could have sworn that the barista was a lesbian.” something tugged at the back of tony’s mind.

“peter, you said that it was an oscorp spider that bit you, right?” peter nodded. “yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?” tony held up a hand and pulled out his tablet, easily hacking into oscorp’s database and pulling up the projects that had been discontinued. he found the spider research, and suddenly everything was making sense.

“you were bitten by one of the female spiders,” tony said without looking up from what he was reading. “it seems as though they tampered with the hormonal balances, and you may have started emitting pheremones that attract men, and in this case, women attracted to other women.” peter’s nose scrunched up in an adorable way that had tony itching to kiss him, but he tamped down on it because he understood now that it wasn’t him, it was peter’s crazy hormones. “so that’s because of me?” peter said, making tony look up to see what peter could possibly be referring to. he felt shame fill his body when he saw the boy staring at his crotch, where he realized that his dick was making a valiant effort to pop the zipper. he cleared his throat awkwardly.

“i would assume so, yes,” he said, holding his tablet in front of his groin to hide his embarrassment. “not your fault, kid, you didn’t choose this side effect.” he watched as peter bit his lip, meeting tony’s eyes through his lashes, and by god was that a good look on him. “i know it’s not my fault,” peter said softly, moving closer. “but i could still help you with it, if you wanted.” tony’s eyes went wide, his words catching in his throat at the proposition.

“peter, i -“ before he could finish his thought, peter was going to his knees, and his whole mouth went dry.

“it’s okay, mr. stark, i won’t tell anybody.”

#pls father #starker #nsfw

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WHERES THE HOT GARAGE SEX?

Imagine, if you will, Peter offering to wash one of Mr Stark’s- many- luxury vehicles for him, under the guise of earning some pocket money. Knowing that the boy wouldn’t accept his money or help in paying for his tuition fees in any other way after many futile attempts, Tony agrees to the arrangement; ever the unsuspecting fool to just how depraved the sweet little boy with those honey doe-eyes and small pink smile could be.

So imagine his surprise when he comes home one day and walks into his basement garage to find the whole place sprayed wet and in an absolute mess, soap suds covering all of his cars– but out of everything Tony internalizes in this astonishing turn of events, the sight of Peter laying on the hood of his Audi R8 takes the cake. Or, more specifically, a completely drenched Peter Parker with the thin undergarment he’s wearing that barely passes for clothing sticking to his skin, the sheer material leaving nothing to the imagination; the cheeky shorts riding up indecently high to expose the creamy flesh of his thighs, striped with foam. Lithe body stretched out obscenely over the slippery surface of Tony’s car, the mess of hazel curls atop the younger boy’s head flopping wetly into his eyes and curling tantalizingly at the nape of his neck. Tony actually thinks for a solid minute that he’s died and gone to heaven– and then he realises that he’s rock hard in his slacks, dick throbbing painfully with arousal at the blatantly pornographic scene in front of him, and he remembers that he’s going to nowhere but the fiery pits of hell.

The teenaged boy- his fucking intern, a high schooler for god’s sake, turns back to look at him then, eyes hooded at half-mast and cheeks flushing a blooming pink Tony can see it even with the despairingly huge distance between them. “Oh, hi Mr Stark,” he squeaks, bashfully swiping a stubborn dripping tuft of hair from his eyes only to have it flop down again. Coltish legs stretching until they reach the wet floor again, Peter stabilizes himself, fingers playing with the soaking hem of his shirt. “Uh, I can explain–”

Tony raises an eyebrow at him.

“–yeah, I can’t,” Peter concedes in defeat. He’s blushing a cherry red now, eyes fixed on the floor so that he startles when he looks up again to find the older man close enough to touch, the both of them just mere feet apart. “I didn’t mean to make such a mess, really I didn’t, I was just trying to…” the boy huffs, attention suddenly focused on his fingernail squeaking idly against the polished surface of Tony’s Audi R8– his face slipping into a horrified expression however, as he realises just what he’s doing; tearing his hands away from the vehicle that’s probably most likely worth more than his insurance. “I really like you,” Peter blurts out, glassy wide eyes already filling with regret even as he registers just what he’s confessed. “Like, a lot? And my friend came up with this dumb idea of seducing you, it’s just really stupid but I thought it was worth a shot and. Uh, apparently car washes can be hot? Not when I do it, clearly. Oh, god, this was a really bad idea, wasn’t it? Shit, I fucked up. Great job Parker, look what you did–”

The boy’s incessant, somehow evolving into third-person rambling is cut off abruptly when Tony leans forward and kisses him, rough and wet, pushing him up against the slippery windows of the Audi by a firm grip on those narrow shoulders. Peter tastes of car soap foam and the strawberry chapstick he always does love applying, and when Tony licks those plump lips open to slide his tongue into the younger’s mouth the whine he receives in response is the perfect mix of lewd and innocence.

He pulls back an indeterminable time later, chest heaving with shortness of breath, to stare down at pretty brown eyes blown with arousal; a thin tendril of spit connecting their once-joined lips. Peter’s knees are wobbly, just enough that he looks in real danger of just crumbling onto the soapy puddle underneath him, so Tony steadies the boy by cradling his waist, large hand burning a brand into the other’s skin.

“Oh.” Peter breaks the silence first, lashes fluttering as he blinks rapidly, a shaky finger reaching up to touch his own delectably swollen lips of a crimson shade almost reverently. “You– you kissed me.”

“I’d like to do it again,” Tony tells him matter of factly, as though he’s not dying to do so. “Preferably not against a soaking wet soapy car, but I’m not picky.”

A high-pitched gasp escapes from the smaller boy, his lean arms now winding themselves around Tony’s shoulders to pull him closer.

“So it worked?” Peter asks, breathless with ecstatic, and the older man makes a mental note to find out various other ways he can make the boy sound like that again. “I’ve– like, seduced you?”

God, the kid’s ridiculous. Tony can actually feel himself start to fall in love. “I don’t know, you tell me,” he mutters darkly, nosing up the enticingly bare column of Peter’s neck and sliding his lips hotly against the skin there. The grip around his back tightens, the little chest he’s pressed himself up against quivering with a hiccuped whimper. “I really, really want to bend you over the hood of my car right now and fuck you senseless, though.” As testament he rolls his hips experimentally against Peter’s, grinding his bulging erection against the boy’s own rapidly hardening cock.

“Yes, please Mr Stark,” Peter moans at that, head lolling back to thump noisily against the yellow car, and with a dirty grin Tony fulfills his promise.

#SCREAMS #see u guys in hell #starker #nsfw

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YESSS THANK YOU

Give Me Your Wallet (And Your Watch)

Chapter Three below :)) You can also read it on AO3 here

When Peter picked up his phone while getting ready for school to May yelling at him, “Peter, what the hell did you do?”, his first thought was she had somehow found out about last night. He was quite sure he had hidden his stained underwear and pants well at the bottom of his clothes bin, and always he did his own laundry – besides, May had only left for work a few minutes ago!

Before he could even get a chance to reply, she demanded, “Get your ass downstairs now!”

The boy yanked the brush out of his half-combed hair before racing out of the apartment. The first thing he saw when he stepped out onto the street was his aunt, scolding a man dressed in a well-tailored black suit. Then, just past them, he saw a sleek grey car wrapped up in a comically big bow.

“Is that…” he trailed off as he stepped closer. He had never seen a high-end car in his neighbourhood (save for Tony’s) – much less a shiny new Audi.

It was then that he picked up on his aunt’s words.

“-Just give a car to an eighteen year-old boy, what the hell is he thinking?”

The stranger shook his head, hands raised pleadingly as he tried to explain, “Ma’am, I’m not privy to his thought processes, I was just instructed to-”

“Take it back!” May seethed.

His pocket began to vibrate. Pulling out his phone, he couldn’t help but chuckle at Tony’s impeccable timing. Well?

Peter’s head shook as he replied, My aunt is going to kill you.

His phone lit up with a call. Peter glanced over at May, still absorbed in her argument, before stepping away to answer.

“I’m more concerned about what you think,” Tony said.

“I think…” Peter scoffed, shaking his head. “You’re crazy, and I can’t accept this.”

“Too late,” Tony said immediately. “All the paperwork is under your name, the car is already at your building – shit, you’re probably running late for school. I guess you’ll just have to take the car.”

“So that I miss first period?” Peter countered. “Tony, you do realize it’s way faster to take the subway, right? And that I can’t drive?”

“Details,” the man muttered under his breath. “Look, I’ll help you practice. You can take it for your driver’s test.”

“Is that him?”

Peter winced as he spun around to face his aunt, who held her hand out expectantly.

“Yes, May, but I’m-”

“Give me the phone, Peter,” she said with forced calmness. “I just want to talk.”

“I promise, I promise,” Peter said, holding out a hand to keep her from snatching the device from his ear. “I’m not keeping it. But you’re going to be late for work, you should really go, May.”

“I swear, Peter Benjamin Parker, if I come home to that car sitting there…”

“May, I know,” Peter groaned. “You’ll have my hide and his.”

“Damn straight.” But thankfully, her scowl softened. She squeezed his shoulder as she bent down to press a kiss to his forehead. “I love you, baby.”

“Love you too,” Peter murmured, before turning back to his phone call. “Tony?”

“I’ve decided you may return the car,” Tony obliged reluctantly. “But I want a picture of you with it first.”

Peter pondered the offer for a moment, but he was running late for school and the terms seemed reasonable. It was a little awkward leaning against the hood to snap a pic, especially with the puzzled looks from passersby. Sending it over, he raced back upstairs to finish getting ready. Just as he was walking through the living room, he got a reply.

Your aunt’s lipstick is a lovely shade.

“Huh?” Peter muttered as he ambled over to the bathroom to finish brushing his hair. It wasn’t until he looked up into the mirror that he saw the crimson, lip-shaped smear across his forehead.

“Damn it!”

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#HoLLER #starker #nsfw

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HOLLER

“You’re perfect, pumpkin.”

More of the 80s au since you guys seemed to like it!! Here’s a part 2

Tony suggests buying a tent for night stops and they end up camping every single night, eating s'mores and lazily making out in the mornings

He starts calling Peter his pumpkin after they stumble upon a pumpkin patch when setting up camp and taking two to carve them together. Peter falls more in love with him each time he hears it.

(Peter says his pumpkin is supposed to be inspired by Tony’s face. It turns out super ugly. Tony carves a heart into his one with P+T in the middle. Peter cries.)

#love this artist #staker #nsfw ish #fanart #crying

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a sketch I drew of an 80s roleplay I’m in with my lovely friend!!

Tony is rich idiot on the verge of a divorce and an unhealthy temptation to pick up runaway hitchhiker boys off the side of the highway

Peter likes sucking on lollipops and has daddy issues

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#HOLLER #where has this artist been all my life #starker #fanart

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OH MY GOD OHHH MY GOD ...... THANK YOU this is a masterpiece

Let Me Try?

Inspired by these asks:

Trans!Peter, first orgasm, cheating, vaginal sex

(I low-key high-key shit all over Peter’s bf in this, whoops)

1,200 words

Also on AO3

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It’s not every day that Peter makes out with his mentor.

Okay, fuck it, it basically is.

But it truly isn’t every day that Peter rubs himself into Tony’s thigh, very innocently and definitely not purposefully pressed into his crotch mid-making out.

It’s even rarer that Peter’s body starts to get really, really warm, and he forgets about Tony’s mouth in favor of chasing whatever is building inside him.

And this is the very first time that, when Peter loses the feeling and whines pitifully into Tony’s collar, Tony pushes his pants down his thighs and hikes him onto a work bench, hitting his knees to breathe over Peter’s pussy. “Tony!”

Tony’s brows fly up when Peter’s hands shoot down to cover himself, and Tony carefully returns to his feet when he looks up and sees the blush covering Peter’s face. “I’m sorry, I should have asked. Do you not like to be eaten out?”

Peter works his mouth, eventually murmuring, “I mean- isn’t that gross? My boyfriend says it’s gross…”

Tony wills himself not to roll his eyes. “No. It’s not gross. But if you’re not comfortable with it, we can do something else. Do you want to get off? How does he usually get you off?”

Peter’s silence and sheepish smile speaks for him.

“Oh.” Tony says softly. “Are you not having sex, yet?” Tony pulls Peter back to his feet, gently tugging his pants back up his hips. “I’m sorry, I really should have asked.”

Peter snorts, shaking his head. “Oh god, yeah, we have sex, like, every day. He just, he’s never…” Peter makes a vague motion with his hands. “I mean, I’ve never…”

“You’ve never come.” Tony says blankly. “But you have sex every day. Does he at least try?”

“I mean, yeah, but after a while his fingers get tired and he’s just ready to do it, so…” Peter shrugs. “It’s not a big deal, I can’t even make it happen by myself, how can I expect him to?”

Tony’s tongue passes over his teeth. “Do you mind if I give it a try?”

Peter blushes, but nods slowly. “Yeah, just, like, stop if you get tired?”

“Promise.” Tony says, removing Peter’s pants completely before replacing him on the bench. “Want me to use my fingers, if that’s what he usually does?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Peter murmurs, biting his lip when Tony licks generously at two of his fingers before slotting them on either side of his clit. “Oh, god…”

“Good?” Tony asks softly, moving the pads of his fingers up and down in slow, firm strokes.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck.” Peter sighs.

Tony has a hard time not feeling smug when Peter is clawing at his shoulders less than five minutes later. His knees would be squeezed together if Tony weren’t standing between them, and instead Peter just grasps at Tony’s hips with his legs.

Heat burns in Peter’s stomach, and he is pretty sure he’s drooling into the collar of Tony’s shirt. He suddenly realizes how long it has been, and his body locks down, his hips trying to scoot away from Tony’s hand. “Oh, shit, you can stop if you’re tired, I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” Tony says, kissing softly at Peter’s neck. “You’re fine, I’m not tired. Take your time.” When Peter’s body relaxes back into his movements, Tony is surprised at how quickly Peter’s hands are tightening in the fabric of his shirt, airy sobs following soon after.

“Tony, Tony!” Peter chants, the heat in his body all flooding over his clit, and oh, oh god, he can’t move, and, and…

Tony smirks triumphantly when Peter wails into his neck, his hips lurching against his fingers. He waits for Peter to peek up at him before he pulls his hand away. “Was that alright?”

Peter can’t contain a toothy grin as he nods. “Can you, um, do that again? Please?”

“I would love to.”

“Can we like… are you okay with having sex?”

Tony groans, dragging Peter off the bench and carrying him out of the room, legs wrapped around his waist. “You have no idea.”

Peter giggles, rolling his hips awkwardly against the bulge in Tony’s pants. “I think I have some idea.”

By the time they are naked and making out in Tony’s bed, Peter is feeling a little less sure of himself, murmuring into Tony’s mouth, “Can we have sex first?”

“Mm-hm.” Tony hums, pawing blindly at his nightstand until he produces a condom from the drawer. He breaks the kiss just long enough to open the wrapper and roll it on. He presses his lips back to Peter’s and carefully pushes two fingers into his entrance, moaning softly. “You’re so fucking wet, Peter.”

Peter gasps sharply when Tony slides his slick fingers over his clit, moving in quick circles. “Oh fuck, Tony…” Peter rolls his hips into Tony’s fingers, and before he knows it, several minutes have gone by, and and orgasm is creeping its way up his spine. A familiar panic hits him, and he grabs Tony’s hand, panting, “I- I thought we were gonna have sex first?”

Tony resists a frown. “Yeah, we can, or we can have sex after you come again?”

Peter swallows thickly, shaking his head. “Nuh-uh, let’s just- let’s do it now.”

Not wanting to force Peter into anything, and certainly not opposed to the request, Tony grabs Peter by the hips and slowly pushes in, huffing softly. “Fuck, you feel so good, Pete.”

Peter’s mouth falls open when Tony is fully seated. “Oh, please move, please-!”

Tony doesn’t have to be told twice. When it is clear that his gentle starting pace isn’t enough, Peter craning his hips in an attempt to get him to go faster, Tony takes to rocking his hips roughly into Peter’s body. Peter is falling to pieces once Tony finds the position and pace that hits his g-spot just right, and oh, he is beautiful.

Peter arches off the bed, sobbing low Tonys and fucks as he is railed into the mattress. His ability to form words is drastically reduced when Tony grabs him behind the knees and cocks his body back, his knees being pushed high enough to be level with his chest. Tony continues at his dizzying pace, and with the new position allowing the full length of his cock to assault Peter’s g-spot, pressure is building in Peter’s gut at an unsettling pace.

Tony knows that Peter is about to come by the way the walls of his pussy constrict around his cock, and how his noises have reduced to pitiful wails. Peter finally makes it over the edge for a second time, sobbing in his release. Tony snaps his head down when wet heat sprays over his pubic bone and runs down his thighs. “Oh fuck, Peter.”

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” Peter squeaks, covering his face with his hands. But when Tony slouches over his body, forehead pressed to his chest, and fucking mewls as he comes, Peter feels slightly less embarrassed.

From then on, Tony does everything in his power to make that happen for Peter every time. This becomes easier when Tony finally assures Peter that eating him out isn’t gross, because Peter squirts every. single. time. Tony eats him out, and Tony has to resist the urge to just finish himself as he licks Peter’s mess off his thighs.

#SCREAMS #starker #trans peter #nsfw

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I got 100 notes on my Puppy!Peter art, so there’s a sketch for something spicier 👀👀👀

#YES #see u guys in hell #starker #nsfw ish

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sleepy times

#CUTE CUTE CUTE #CRYING #starker #fanart

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EEEEEEP i need the continuation of the angry fuck pls

Can I send you a request? Peter getting aggressively hit on at a party and Tony getting really overprotective. Showing Peter who he belongs to later on?

Peter had been to a few fancy parties before, but never as Tony’s official boyfriend. Tonight he finally did; though nothing had changed, really - at least not between the two of them. Tony still walked the room with Peter on his arm, still rubbed the teen’s back as they laughed at an investor’s inane joke, still whispered dirty promises in his ear when no one was looking.

No, the changes came from everyone else. Peter couldn’t be sure if it was because their relationship was now public, or because of his newly legal status.

Tony had warned him, of course, that people might treat him differently. That men and women alike may try to flirt with him, entice him, lure him away. Peter had shrugged it off; mostly because everyone would know he was Tony’s, and who would try to steal from Iron Man?

A few people, as it turned out.

The women were mostly harmless, and seemed more interested in sharing Tony with him than indulging in a tryst with Peter alone. The men, though – they made him nervous. Not too nervous; he was Spider-Man after all. Even if he couldn’t reveal himself, he felt assured in knowing he could easily overpower any one of them.

All of them were around Tony’s age or even older, though none held even one hundredth of Tony’s charm, wit, or looks.

Politely disengaging himself from a conversation with an executive-something, he slipped from beneath the man’s arm before it could wind around his shoulders, and stumbled toward the bar. His cola was not even a halfway through when someone sidled up beside him and said, “Rough night?”

Peter had to smother down a groan as he turned toward the voice. To his surprise, it wasn’t a sleazy, middle-aged businessman leaning against the counter. It was actually a guy around his own age, maybe a few years older, and sporting a sympathetic smile.

“Sorry to bother you when you obviously want to be alone,” the man apologized. “But my date paid for the whole night, and I’m going out of my mind.”

“You’re paid to be here?” Peter asked as the man settled into the barstool beside him.

“Oh, like your pockets aren’t lined with Stark’s money?” he goaded.

Peter’s jaw clenched in a snarl as the hand holding his drink began to tremble. “We’re dating,” he seethed. “It’s not like that-”

“Shit, sorry,” the man disrupted, hands raised in surrender. “That was a fucked up thing to say. Look, my date slipped off twenty minutes ago with a girl even younger than me, and the sharks have been swarming since.”

The tension in Peter’s limbs eased as he nodded understandingly. “I know what you mean. Mr. Stark - uh, Tony - left for an emergency meeting with Ms. Potts. I think my ass has been grabbed at least three times since!”

The guy burst into raucous laughter before blurting, “Shit, I shouldn’t laugh!”

Peter couldn’t help but chuckle himself. His companion waved the bartender over for another order. As the worker left to prepare the drinks, he said, “I’ve got you beat. My ass has been stroked, pinched, and slapped at least a dozen times – and once, Mr. Belvis’ hand ‘accidentally’ brushed against my crotch. He practically unzipped my fly!”

“Oh no,” Peter groaned. “You mean the one with that ratty toupee?”

“If by ratty,” the man said. “You mean actually made from rat hair – then yes, that’s the one!”

The two were almost crying with laughter when two drinks appeared before them. Another cola for Peter, and a few inches of clear liquid poured over ice for the other.

“I’m Peter, by the way,” the teen introduced belatedly.

“Oh, I know. Everyone knows you,” the man said with a grin. “You can call me Jake.”

Peter took a sip, planning on asking what Jake meant by ‘everyone knows,’ when a slightly tangy flavour filled his mouth. He could barely taste the sweetness of the pop, the liquor was so overpowering.

“Is there alcohol in this?” he whispered, after forcing himself to swallow the mouthful. “I’m not old enough to drink!”

“Relax,” Jake soothed, pushing the drink closer to Peter’s chest. “You’re with Tony Stark. You have full immunity.”

The two commisserated over their terrible experiences that night,and as Peter’s glass emptied, their laughs devolved into full-blown giggles. Peter’s lips felt tingly and his head spun pleasantly as he leaned toward Jake.

“Steady there,” Jake murmured. His arm, which was slung along the back of Peter’s stool, shifted to rest against Peter’s back. “All good, pretty boy?”

Peter giggled. “That’s - Tony calls me pretty. A lot.”

“Oh?” Jake said, fingers dancing along Peter’s spine. “Probably because you are.”

“He is, isn’t he?”Jake’s arm withdrew so fast, he accidentally knocked Peter’s shoulder, causing the teen to almost fall off his stool.

“Tony!” Peter cried happily, stumbling a little as he got to his feet. “You’re back!”

“And not a moment too soon, I see,” Tony said darkly as he pulled Peter into his arms. With his face pressed into Tony’s open collar, Peter missed Jake’s nervous gulp. “This is the last SI party you’ll ever be attending.”

“Huh?” Peter asked blearily, pushing out of Tony’s grip until he could look up at the man’s face. He realized Tony was glaring, not at him, but at Jake. “Oh, Tony, he was just keeping me company while you were gone.”

“I know what he was doing,” Tony snapped.

Peter wasn’t entirely sure how he went from being in Tony’s arms to being shoved up against the bar. His head narrowly avoided colliding with the countertop, though his spine took the brunt of it. He glanced over at Jake, who looked equally shocked, before his chin was roughly tugged forward. “Don’t fucking touch my property,” Tony warned as he stared down at Peter.

“I’m not your-” was all Peter managed to protest before Tony’s mouth was on him. The kiss was painful, with Peter’s lips grinding into his teeth before being roughly sucked into Tony’s mouth. As Tony’s tongue laved at his jaw, Peter eagerly tipped his head back. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Jake awkwardly trying to sneak away.

“Don’t fucking move,” Tony growled between eye-watering bites to Peter’s neck. The teen closed his eyes, trying to ignore the increasing number of eyes watching them.

“Tony, I know, I’m yours,” he whispered assuringly. “Please, can we-” he canted his hips against the man’s stomach. “I need you, take me somewhere private.”

Maybe if he had been in a more sober state, being dragged across a roomful of people with bruised lips, neck sporting teeth indents and still wet with saliva, and a very obvious erection poking through his dress pants, he may have felt a little embarrassed.

As it was, he couldn’t wait for the savage fucking he just knew Tony was going to give him.

#starker #nsfw ish

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