[luvindowney]

Mr. Downey 

[starker-obsession]

WHAT IF Tony accidentally sends a nude to Peter with a reeeeally dirty text to go along with it…

Tony: Hey baby, wanna spread your legs wide apart and tie them to the bed so you’re all open and waiting for me, then I’m gonna pound you so hard you’ll forget your own name 😏

He meant to send it to Pepper but he’s been drinking and their names look so alike and they’re right next to each other on his contact list…

aaaand Peter goes right ahead and sends one back with an equally dirty text to go with it

Peter: Mm yes daddy, please fill me up with your massive cock and make me scream 😉

Tony’s like “oh shit” because some part of him knows it’s wrong - he’s in a relationship, he’s 30 years older than Peter and Peter’s only a teenager…

But he cant stop staring at the picture Peter sent and he can’t stop re-reading the text. He knows there’s no way he can’t reply and he also knows he’s going to hell.

Because holy shit, Tony thinks, I’m attracted to Peter Parker.

[starker-obsession]

I’m having writer’s block atm but if anyone feels up to writing this please go ahead! 😍

[areluctantsblog]

Thanks for the amazing idea and the green light on this @starker-obsession😘

Tw: cheating, bondage, light dom/sub

Tony doesn’t look at Pepper’s answer immediately. He’s stroking his cock and it just feels too good to abandon. He’s all alone tonight, Pepper being away on a business trip. She’s most likely telling him to shut up and not disturb her during her meetings. Fuck time difference.

He strokes himself to the edge of orgasm then lets go of his cock with a sigh. He fumbles his balls teasingly, but he doesn’t want to come yet. So, instead of going on, he pours himself another scotch and reaches for his phone.

When he glimpses the screen, his eyes go wide with shock and he spills his drink. Swearing, Tony puts down his glass and squeezes the base of his cock. So much for not coming when he’s looking at the picture in front of him.

It’s Peter. Peter Parker, his eighteen year old protégé and fellow avenger. He should close the app. No, he should delete the picture first and then smash his phone to bits in the hope of cleansing his mind of that image.

He squeezes his eyes shut and heaves a sigh, but it won’t go away. Peter Parker, naked, lying on his side with his legs pulled up, a clear view of his pink hole. And his expression, god, it’s something to die for. Tony will die for it, with the kind of death religious folks warn against, the kind where his soul is condemned for eternal suffering. And he’ll deserve it because he opens his eyes again and instead of deleting the picture, he brings it closer to his eyes.

The blush on Peter’s cheeks make him resemble the angels on the paintings of old times. His skin, too, white and looking soft to the touch. In the way he shows off his hole, however, there is nothing sublime. It’s the filthiest and most delicious image Tony’s ever seen.

And as he watches it, Tony realises something. At first he just feels an odd sort of relief, something akin to finding the solution to a nagging problem. Then, he manages to pinpoint the sensation. It’s the one that he always gets when his curiosity is satisfied. It’s the high of seeing something for the first time that he long desired.

Tony pinches his nose. Did he? Desire Peter? How long? Fuck. He can’t think straight, but his twitching cock tells him one thing for sure: he lusts after him now.

Tony stares at the picture for so long that the screen goes dark. When he unlocks it, he notices the message accompanying the photo.

Mm yes daddy, please fill me up with your massive cock and make me scream 😉

He groans and pumps into his first a few times before regaining control over his body. Fuck that kid is hot. And god, Tony wants to. Stretch him open, fill him up, breed him.

He could fly over, but Tony won’t do that. He’s a sensible man. He realises the many things that are wrong with cheating on Pepper, fucking a colleague and an 18 year old at that. That part of his mind however, which says sexting with said 18 year old colleague is equally wrong is way too easily ignored in the face of the self control required to not do the real thing.

What are you doing, Parker? he writes.

Honestly? comes the reply and Tony groans. He can just imagine Peter playing with his cock - the only thing hidden in that picture - while waiting his daddy to reply.

Tony tastes that word and decides that it won’t do. If they are going to play to their power imbalance, Tony much prefers being Peter’s mentor and superior than his caretaker. He takes care of everyone, that’s no big deal. But only Peter looks at him with that wide eyed adoration, hanging on to his every word, making so much effort to please him and earn his praises.

It’s only now that Tony recognises what he saw in those bright doe eyes. It had more to do with wanting to be split open by Tony than respect for his work. Tony chuckles.

It’s Mr Stark for you, Parker. And yes, preferably the truth.

He doesn’t have to wait long for an answer.

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[nuttin-but-starker]

FUCK

[sheryl-lee]

gif meme anonymous requested TONY STARK + 02. showing emotion

[nuttin-but-starker]

They finally make it home from the gala, stumbling through the door, lips never leaving the other’s. One by one clothes fall to the floor; shirts, belts, pants. Harsh breaths shared between one another, as Peter shoved his hand beneath the waistband of Tony’s briefs.

Finally getting to the bedroom, together they sink down onto the luxurious mattress. “You’re so beautiful.” Whispered Tony, “So beautiful for me...” He licked inside of Peter’s mouth, a battle for dominance already won. He gently pulled Peter until lithe lean legs were straddling his. “My baby boy. All mine. All daddy’s...”

“All yours... Just yours... Daddy...” Peter whined as Tony attacked his neck, all tongue and teeth, soothing each mark with a wet kiss.

“Daddy’s going to fuck you nice and hard. You want that?” Tony ran his hands up Peter’s thighs, over the swell of his ass. “You want daddy to fill you up, cum inside of you so it leaks out of your pretty little hole?” Peter keened at the thought.

“Yes! Daddy please.. fill me up daddy. I want to feel you for days...” He licked his lips, before looking up at him with hooded eyes, pupils blown wide with lust.

“Don’t worry baby... you’re going to feel me for a lot longer than that.” Tony slid his hand down Peter’s side, before sliding beneath the waistband of his boxers, resting his pointer finger just above his puckered hole.

“Now... beg for daddy.”

[twokinkybeans]

Seven Inches - Starker Tailor!AU

Find it here on AO3

Wrote this piece for the lovely bean Lien for a very unplanned fic exchanged that somehow blew itself into existence! <3 She needed a tailor!au in her life. Well, here ya go sweetie!

Summary: Peter’s hands are a little shaky as he wraps the tape measure around Tony’s chest and huffs a frustrated breath when the tips of his fingers slip past his ribcage. “Kid, it’s okay. You can touch me,” Tony smirks, clearly amused at Peter’s awkward attempts to avoid touching him.

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Aside from being in college and keeping his neighborhood safe in the evening hours, Peter Parker works in May’s Tailoring shop as a Tailor In Learning. One day, Tony Stark, Peter’s all-time-favorite idol, sets foot in the shop. It doesn’t take long for Peter to figure out Tony wants more than a suit.

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Seven Inches

Peter hums along with the soft beat of Señorita as he hits the ‘send’ button for yet another order. The man that had been here earlier had wanted a special jacquard wedding suit. Peter loves tailoring wedding suits. Loves it when his customers have specific requests. In the end, they opted for a black tropical print as that matches the man’s dark slicked-back hair perfectly. The print is going to look perfect on the jacquard fabric and he can’t wait to see the end result of this particular piece. He hopes the man will love it but he feels pretty sure about this one. He glances at the clock behind him and smiles. Two more hours to kill before he gets to go home and finally play that new video game with Ned. His best friend had been bragging about for weeks in a row now. It’s hard balancing working in May’s shop, attending lectures, and studying to pass his exams and on top of that also being Spider-Man at night. Ned understands that Peter doesn’t have a lot of time to spend with him, but whenever they do it’s definitely some high-end quality time. 

Peter looks up startled at the jingling noise indicating that another customer has walked into the shop. Peter looks up from his clipboard and a smile immediately finds its way onto his face. After years of working in May’s shop, it has become an automatic reaction. A Pavlov reaction to the bell. Peter grins at the thought. “Good afternoon, Sir, welcome to-” Peter’s voice catches in his throat when he sees that the man is no one other than Mr. Tony Stark. He gulps and mentally kicks himself for his reaction. “-welcome to May’s Tailoring, how may I help you?” Mr. Stark sends him his characteristically charming smirk and doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he eyes at Peter, causing the boy’s cheeks to flush. “You’re not May Parker, are you?” Peter is dumbfounded for a moment until he spots the man’s playful demeanor and laughter bubbles up in his throat. He shakes his head sheepishly and relaxes. “No, Sir. Peter. Peter Parker. I work here every now and then.” “How convenient. You’re her son?” “Nephew.” “Fair, fair-” Tony teases and walks up to the counter, still eyeing him. “We must’ve missed each other the other times I’ve been here, I-”

“You’ve been here?” Peter blurts only then realizing his mistake. “I-I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to pry, I just-” Peter cuts himself off before he makes this situation even worse. He always told himself he’d act cool if he would ever meet his idol. Well, so far for keeping it casual. Mr. Stark must get this all the time and Peter wishes he’d been able to contain himself instead of exposing his inner fangirl from the very first second. Tony waves it off nonchalantly. “Don’t stress it, kid. I’m flattered.” He clears his throat to break the slight tension. “I need a new suit, obviously. Do you take measurements too or are you only in here for sales?” “No, no I do. Aren’t your measurements in our system already, Mr. S-” “No.” Peter cocks an eyebrow at the man and the billionaire rolls his eyes. “Well, they are. However, I’m not exactly consistent in my health habits so,” he gestures at his own body. “-I want to make sure it actually fits.” “Of course. What are you looking for?” Peter opens the right tab in the computer’s system to fill our the information and have a quick check at the old numbers anyways. Any reference would only make his job easier. He can’t believe May never told him about this. She knows just how obsessed he is with the CEO of Stark Industries, or Iron Man. Both. The dark-haired man in front of him is both genius and hot. Peter looks up to him, only hoping to ever be that smart or handsome. He sighs quietly and a faint smile plays on his lips. This, this is exactly why his aunt kept it in the dark.

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[nuttin-but-starker]

Fuck why is this AU so fucking good 😍 I need a whole novel more of this 😤😋😍

[peterparkerstarker]

the kitchen pt. 2 of “the hat” au

thanks to @readysetstarker and @starkerintheparker for asking for a continuation of “the hat” and HUGE thanks to @irontransthemechanic for being my writing help. whenever i got stuck on little details, like what kind of cake it was, or what tony’s nickname for morgan was, i texted him and he somehow gave me the perfect answer, madlibs style. some of my favorite details are things he came up with, and he’s a big part of why this fic turned out the way it did.

cw/tw: daddy kink, 10 year age difference, bdsm fantasy, discussion of alcoholism

also! i intended bucky to be trans in this. it’s not a super clear thing in this fic, but i wanted to put it out there, there’s a little reference to it that you’ll hopefully catch on to.

tagging: @deliciousflapbanditfarm, @everyonelovespetey, @ironspiderstarker @missnena2194

It was Labor day weekend, and things were hectic at the Rogers-Barnes household. 

Bucky’s sister Becca had come down to visit from college, and this was the first time in months that Steve had a weekend off from work, so they’d thrown together a big party last minute and invited all the usual people.

Like always, Peter had shown up right on time, gift in hand.

He’d been greeted at the door by a very frantic looking Steve, who was amusingly decked out in a pastel pink floral apron, and had immediately been put on cake duty, helping to finish frost the three layer strawberry and funfetti cake. He had no clue what he was doing, but Steve seemed pleased with the results, even if he did rearrange the strawberry garnish a little when he thought Peter wasn’t looking.

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[prettyboy-parker]

blue- starker

just some good fluff 

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Peter‘s favorite color is blue. 

The general population would think it’s red; the bright and brash color of Tony’s Iron Man suit. Or maybe gold, the sparking gold that accents the cherry red. 

But no, it’s blue. 

It’s blue because of the piece of metal shoved into Tony’s chest. Peter’s fallen head over heels for the older man, and that includes every single physical part of him. The gentle glow from arc reactor has been a comfort of sorts. It’s around all the time, from their desperate undressing before a yummy round of sex to the cuddling in the dead of night. 

Which is just where Peter is now.

Sandwiched between Tony’s strong arms, he traces the metal of the arc reactor with his finger tip. The old humming noise is gone, having been upgraded by a sleep-deprived genius. Now it just glows, covering the scars on Tony’s chest in a soft blue hue. The man looks adorable as he sleeps, his plump lips parted slightly and his brow creased as he dreams. 

Peter moves his hand from the arc reactor to Tony’s cheek, gently caressing his sun-spotted skin. The older man’s face twitches at the touch, but he relaxes as Peter starts to slowly stroke his cheek. The brunette bumps his nose against Tony’s. 

“I love you,” Peter whispers, running his thumb over Tony’s bottom lip. The man groans in his sleep, but instead of flipping over to his other side, he just pulls Peter closer. Much to the younger’s surprise, Tony burrows his head in the dip between Peter’s neck and shoulder. His beard scrapes Peter’s sensitive skin, but it’s a familiar scrape that makes his heart sing. 

“My Tony,” Peter says into the dark room, running his fingers through Tony’s greying hair. 

“My Peter,” Tony grumbles against Peter’s skin, trailing his hand down the younger’s spine. Peter nudges Tony’s calve with his foot. The arc reactor presses into his chest, fitting between his ribs perfectly.

Maybe they should paint the living room blue.

[nuttin-but-starker]

Tony ran his hands up Peter’s sides, mesmerized by the soft creamy skin.

“I love you.” He whispered into the back of Peter’s neck. “You’re so beautiful.”

Peter let out a fond chuckle before taking Tony’s hand in his. “You took the words right out of my mouth.”

“Is that so?” Tony smirked, running his fingers through Peter’s soft sun-kissed locks. “I guess I’ll just have to take some more.” He says as he leans down to press their lips together, once, twice.

[lonleystarker-deactivated202302]

In The Night

Tw: somnophilia

This is starker smut don't like don't read.

All parties are 18+

Peter looks so peaceful while he's sleeping. Body curled up in a ball, lips parted and soft puffs of air finding their way out.

The curve of his ass is pressed right up against the front of Tony's dick and fuck is he getting hard. Tony slips his hand into the back of his boys satin shorts and gently slips one finger into his previously used hole.

"Mm Tonyy," Peter groans grinding his hips into Tony's fingers. "Go back to sleep baby." Peter nods and lets his body relax again. Tony waits a few minutes until he can hear Peters tiny snores and slowly starts to move his fingers again.

Scissoring slowly in and out of the boy as he sleeps. Peter had been out fighting crime all day and they had fucked like rabbits into the night, and now with Tony's gentle command to go back to sleep he is out cold.

He slowly slips down the tiny shorts and takes his fingers out of the boy, replacing then with the head of his cock. He slowly pushes in groaning lowly as Peters body stays loose and pliant.

He thrusts back and forth going from gentle thrusts to bed rocking thrusts and Peter stays asleep the entire time.

Tony's groans get more and more frequent until he cums into the body below him finishing with a low groan. He looks down to appreciate the finger prints on the boys hips and places a small kiss on his forehead before cuddling back up to the boy and falling asleep.

[msstarkerwhore]

Maybe one where Peter has a dream about Tony when he is actually sleeping next to him on the couch? He moans in his sleep or something?

Thank you for the prompt - this got dirty really fast, and I wasn’t sure who’s POV you wanted it in! Let me know what you think :)

Tony wakes up to something hard moving against his thigh. He huffs out a laugh, thinking this definitely isn’t the first time he’s had a young man in his bed after a one night stand, so insatiable, and rutting against his thighs. Except as Tony starts to wake up a little bit more, he doesn’t remember taking anyone to bed. In fact, all he remembers is him and Pete watching a movie really late on the couch, and, after a long patrol for the kid and more than 30 hours awake for Tony, they both started to drift off.

Tony’s eyes shoot open. Oh no.

They’re lying sideways on the couch, with Peter’s face buried in his neck, soft little moans being released, one of Tony’s arms around his waist, and the kid humping against his thigh. This is bad, Tony thinks, but he doesn’t want to wake the kid up yet. ‘It’s so he doesn’t feel embarrassed’ he tries to convince himself, but he knows he’s lying. Peter’s whimpers start to grow a little louder, and Tony can feel himself start to harden up in his sweatpants. And then Peter moans, almost too quiet for him to hear, “Mr Stark”. And Tony freezes, before groaning with the boy and wrapping his arm around him tighter, encouraging the kid to rut harder against him.

“Mr Stark” He continues to gasp out, drooling a little on Tony’s neck, which he surprisingly doesn’t mind.

“Yeah that’s it, kid, give it to me,” He groans out, fully hard now and helping Peter move against him. Oh god, this is so messed up.

Peter speeds up until it comes to a climax - with Tony now squeezing his ass, Peter tenses up and releases a high pitched moan into Tony’s neck. Tony can feel the kids dick pulse against his thigh with each shot of cum, and that has him spurting precum himself. He wants to start moving against him, but he doesn’t need more guilt. He begins to ease off Peter, giving them some space, when Peter starts to blink his eyes open. When he feels the wetness in his pants, his eyes shoot open, everything coming back to him quickly. He moves, still a little out of it, and accidentally rubs against Tony, feeling his hard-on. The kid looks up at him and licks his lips.

“Mr Stark?”

Tony groans and pulls him in, for a kiss and more.

[nuttin-but-starker]

I’d like to give a big thank you to the Starker ship for filling my camera roll with endless porn gifs. My mother would be proud.

[nuttin-but-starker]

“In other words, I want you at my mercy kitten. And I intend to make you purr.”

[nuttin-but-starker]

I burnt myself out on this ship, but the second I saw this video, I was back harder than ever 😍😩🍆💦

Daddy Tony from baby Peter’s eyes 💦💦

[cagestark]

You can’t tell me the words Mr. Daddy haven’t accidentally passed Peter’s lips once, sorry, I don’t buy it

[feral-pixiedreamgirl]

They were working in the lab together, which was not an usual accurance anymore as Peter would explain happily to anybody who would ask- when it happened. “Peter, would you hand me that-” Mister Stark gestured vaguely to his right, “No, the one with the blue- yes exactly. Thank you.” “No problem, Mister Daddy.”

Mister Stark’s hand that had just taken the needed instrument from Peter froze in mid-air. “What?” Mister Stark’s voice sounded strangled. Peter could feel himself blush from head to toe. “What?,” he echoed in a desperate attempt to feign ignorance.

Mister Stark was having none of it. “Peter.” The man pressed his empty hand to his eyes. “What did you just call me?” “I-” Mister Stark put the unused utensil on the table he had just been working on. “You can’t- Peter, why did you just call me that?” Peter looked down on the floor. He shuffled his feet unconsciously, realized what he was doing and then stopped, feeling like a child. 

“I don’t know.” The floor was tiled. Peter counted the stains that spattered it, one, two, three, four … until Mister Starks feet came into view. He was only wearing socks. He always took his shoes off while working.

“Peter,” Mister Stark’s hand felt soft on his chin, making him look up and meet his mentor’s eyes. The look Mister Stark gave him felt heavy, his other hand, gripping Peter’s arm, severe. Peter gulped.

‘This got really real really fast’, Peter thought, feeling hysteric.

There was no way he could explain to Mister Stark how he made him feel so very safe, but in a different way than uncle Ben or aunt May had ever did. How he fantasized about crawling into his arms, being held by him. How he wanted him to pet his head, how he wanted him to praise him, to call him a good boy, to call him his.

“I just want-”, Peter started, but he didn’t know how to finish the sentence. If he dared to think about what he actually wanted he knew it would overwhelm him. Mister Stark closed his eyes, mumbling under his breath.

And then he pulled Peter in, tight, embracing him whole.

“You know I can’t-”, Mister Stark didn’t seem to know what to say either. Peter could feel him breath in deeply, his nose on his neck. It made him shiver.

Peter nodded in the limited space pressed against Mister Stark’s chest. “I know.” He thought he might actually did. “But I still want. If that counts for something.”

[cagestark]

Awww love this addition 💖

[bloodgutsandstarbucks]

…

[starrystarker]

😳

[starkeristheendgame]

So I just had my 'last bath' with rose petals, a bath bomb, scented candles and red wine and it got me thinking.

Imagine lil Peter Parker, who grew up using 2-in-1 shampoo and having a tiny shower stall and the biggest 'self care' splurge he's ever had was a $35 bottle of Hugo Boss aftershave.

And suddenly he's around Tony Stark. America's richest superhero and fast rising to America's richest man outright. Tony Stark who wears $400 shades and sleeps on $800 pure silk sheets. Tony Stark, who always smells so, so good and Peter nearly faints when Tony casually mentions it's Amouge Overture, a 'casual' $320 price tag attached when Peter googles it.

And Tony sees it. Sees the sheer wonder and pleasure on Peter's face at the first feel of a suit that isn't from the sale rack of a Macy's store. Hears the little groan of pleasure each time Peter sinks into a couch that doesn't stab him in the ass with its springs. The totally unstubtle way he has to touch everything.

Tomy buys him a bottle of Amouge for his birthday and $300 pillow cases and a gift set of bath creams and lotions and all sorts of stuff, including bath bombs, and Peter's heart sinks because "we only have a shower stall, Mr. Stark".

So Peter gets a 24/7 welcome invite to Tower. The spare bedroom that used to be Pepper's becomes Peter's, complete with its 2 person bath tub. And at first Peter won't even sleep over. Limits himself to just using the room to freshen up after a workshop stint, or to get ready for Galas and the places Tony takes him because he can't be a bother.

But that won't do, and Peter is more or less bullied into spending the night; into using his presents.

And Peter nearly cries the first time, sinking into this heavenly, hot pool of smooth, blue water. The scents sweet and fruity and the water silky on his skin. Peter can't stop touching his arms for the rest of the night after. Mind thoroughly enlightened.

And Tony, well. Tony can't help but feel pride and fondness, watching Peter stroking himself, listening to the soft huffs of pleasure as he massages $80 candy scented lotion into his skin. The blessed out look each time Peter steps out of the bathroom. The way the boy nuzzles into his pillows at night, fingers curled into rich blue silk.

Just....Peter discovering luxury self-care and becoming a pampered little Prince 👌

[sexybadassdowney]