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Someone sent me this idea of an au with criminal! Tony who lures and manipulates prison guard! Peter into helping him escape but i forgot who it was so if you’re the anon, do come forward so i can give credit! Anyways here’s the trash, this is about as Family Friendly as I can get:
- Outlaw! Tony Stark having been the culprit of many high-profile criminal cases over the decade, terrorizing the entire country with his cruel and heartless acts of violence and his extensive criminal records; when he’s finally detained after somehow successfully fleeing custody for years, no one is surprised with the sentence he’s given.
- And so Tony is transferred to one of the most secure prison with maximum security, prided for having a clean record of detainment. Everyone- including the convict himself- is certain that there’s absolutely no chances of escape now, that the killer would finally meet his deserved end.
- At least, before an unexpected newcomer shows up– the young son of prison governor Richard Parker, the boy barely an adult really– who just graduated early from college and was looking for work experience in the law enforcement. The kid’s a scrawny little thing, that much Tony can tell even under the crumpled material of the oversized uniform; he looks more like a teenager playing halloween dress up than anything else. Which is why in the beginning the inmate cannot, for the life of him, understand exactly what it is about that boy that piques his curiosity.
- As the both of them begin to spend more time together (well, as much as possible with one being detained in a barred cubicle) however, Tony quickly realises why. “What’s your name?” he had asked while the kid was shuffling a little too hurriedly by his cell. Hazel brown eyes fly up to him, startled by the gruff tone after such long silence, wide and glassy with palpable fear; Tony tracks the dry swallow of the boy’s pale throat, the way those pretty cupid-bow lips fall open and closed in hesitance. “What, you mute or something, kid?”
- “I– I, my name’s Peter,” he finally stutters, a look of regret written plainly across his face even as he replies to the older man. It’s a bad move, both Tony and the kid himself is aware; with what was supposed to be a confident stride but more of a frightened scurry, Peter practically sprints down the hallway. Tony watches as he rounds a corner, catches the barely-there flush at the tip of his ears, and grins to himself– finally, something interesting around here.
- It doesn’t take long for Tony to figure out the details of Peter’s roster schedule, and at every timing he situates himself feet away from the steel bars, reclining against the wall with a practiced causal air. And every day without fail the kid will trot by, trepidation evident even in his steps; shoulders curled in on himself in a way that Tony’s sure the poor thing isn’t even aware of doing. Their eyes will meet at least once, a brief encounter in the form of a split-second glimpse, before Peter’s face burns the most bashful pink and he tears his gaze away, fists clenching painfully tight at his sides. Sometimes the man will offer a word of greeting, only to be ignored; it seems as though the kid’s learnt from his previous mistake.
- Somehow though, Tony isn’t surprised when he wakes up from a nap one day to the distinct and unmistakable feeling of eyes on him– stretching out his arms lazily before hanging it limp over the edge of his cot, he turns his head to meet the wide, doe-eyed gaze of Peter Parker. “Hello there,” he grins, flashing his sharpened canines; it’s a smile that never fails to inject either fearful apprehension or something entirely else to the recipient, and whatever suspicions Tony has is confirmed when he sees the boy’s knees wobble. “Didn’t your daddy ever tell you how rude it was to stare? At a sleeping individual, no less. And here I thought you were a good kid, Peter.”
- Peter’s mouth drops open at his words, then snaps shut almost instantly. His face burns a fiery red. “D-don’t call me that,” he finally says, words no more than a whisper. “I’m not a kid.”
- “Sure you’re not,” Tony replies, voice dripping with sarcasm; he moves to sit upright, and the boy instinctively stumbles back several steps until his back hits the opposing wall, hand fluttering to the holster on his belt. “Woah, take it easy, kiddo. I’m not going to hurt you.”
- That earns him a glare, some semblance of dignity returning to the younger man. “Oh yeah? Well, your criminal records say otherwise,” he spits. Tony just grins at him, drawling out, “you’ve been reading up on me, huh? Like what you saw?”
- “No,” Peter snaps, the teasing clearly striking a nerve in him. “You’re– you’re a killer. Nothing but a… heartless monster.”
- “Oh, now you’re just hurting my feelings baby boy,” the inmate fake pouts, clutching his hands over his heart; expecting hot rage from the kid for the term of endearment. Peter’s response is anything but– the spiteful words visibly dying in his throat as he swallows dryly, glassy brown eyes widening behind those thick lashes. Tony stares questioningly at the no silent boy, at the bright crimson flush that returns with force and colours his cheeks, the tips of his ears. When the realisation finally hits, it hits him hard; almost leaves him reeling. Then an almost feral grin twists his lips upwards, allows a dark rumbling chuckle to escape. “Well, who would have guessed? You’re full of surpises, Pete. D'you like that? Some convicted killer callin’ you baby–”
- “Shut up!” the boy bursts out, louder than Tony’s ever heard him speak; bottom lip almost wobbling, Peter abruptly turns on his heel, fleeing off away from the cell and missing the pleased smile from the older man watching him leave. Perfect, Tony thinks silently to himself. Something i can use in my favour.
Thursday Nights
Alternate Universe based off one of my aus + murder, set in the 1930s
you can read it on Ao3 too
Tag: @hpspazz ; unedited version
Peter allowed his hand to lightly caress the older man cheek that slept peacefully next to him. He wasn't sure what time it was but he was sure he should have left by now back to his own home. Peter retracted his hand away from the mans face and moved off the bed to look for his clothes.
He was sure Tony had hidden them again, the man always did that somehow when Peter wasn't looking, it was something he did to try to make Peter stay longer but he always failed and Peter always left to catch the train back to his house. There Peter would sit alone and watch the scenery or maybe strike a conversation with Bucky, who he rarely saw leave train.
Peter found his clothes under Tony's legs when he pulled the covers off the man carefully. He wondered if Tony had forgot to hide them or he was to "busy" to care about them. Peter reached in between the older mans naked legs slowly and carefully and then silently dressed himself.
Closing the door silently behind him, Peter squinted at the bright halls in the hotel compared to Tony's dark hotel room. The elevator was always the hardest part for Peter to go through because the elevator operator always watched him carefully with a disgusted look in his eyes whenever he raked his eyes over Peter clothes and figure. Other people did the same because compared to them Peter was dressed horribly with a grey and white sweater and regular brown pants with a belt wrapped around his waist to hold them up compared to their glamorous suits and dresses.
So when he's arrived on the train it's a relief to see the normal clothes and non judgemental eyes of people. They had jazz music playing throughout the train each time Peter was on and it was the kind he would dance to all night with his aunt when he was younger but he rarely had the time for it anymore instead he'd worked at a diner to help with his aunt May.
"Mr. Parker" Bucky greeted from one of the seats on the train "How have you been?"
"Good" Peter replied.
They'd seen eachother yesterday, Thursday, on the train the day Peter was usually free to see Tony and not much changed except for the new marks that littered Peter's body beneath his clothes.
Peter was glad Bucky continued to make conversation, he'd rather not be left to his own thoughts. He wondered how much conversation Bucky did have with other people or if he had any and where the man always got off but he tried not to pry into the mans life.
"The sky is already so grey" Bucky commented "I wonder if it will rain"
Peter hoped not, he only had enough money for two train rides and usually he would use it to get to work and then one to bring him home but he had used his first train to be able to see Tony like he did every Thursday only he had been lucky the past few months for it not to rain and he was able to walk home without coming through the door soaked.
"It might" Peter replied, he could always hope a taxi was nearby and there was a chance it would stop by the time he was done with work.
"Anyways how's work been Mr. Parker?"
"Its been okay" Peter replied "my boss can just be hassle, little bit of a pain but he pays me"
Bucky chuckles "He better start being nice, it's rude to be mean towards your workers"
Peter smiled with Bucky, that was the last of their conversation until Peter got off the train with a goodbye to the man. The train hadn't stopped far from his work and Peter made sure to hurry before he was possibly late and Mr. Toomes took some of his pay away again.
When Peter arrived there was only the usual customers he usually saw around five in the morning. An old man who sat on the stools and Peter knew well, a young couple, a middle aged man who Peter remember only ever ordered black coffee and a muffin, and the last morning usual was a young girl about his own age that Peter also knew well.
"Hello Stan" Peter greeted as he came through the "Employees only" door with his waiters uniform on "Your usual?"
"Please" Stan had his usual news paper in hand and his usual scowl on his face.
"It's disgusting really, what some people can do to others"
"What are you on about now?" Peter asked, Stan always had daily ramblings going on and it always had something to do with a story in the daily newspapers he had.
"Murders" Stan spoke while Peter got the man his coffee and sent his order to the cook.
"Killed with an axe, here in New York too!" The old man exclaimed "two victims, both dead"
It wasn't unusual for Murders to happen, Stan had read murders to him before, they seemed to be the old mans favorite stories in the newspaper but they disgusted him altogether.
"What makes this one different from the others?" Peter asked with mild interest and checking over other people in the diner to make sure they had what they ordered.
"It was there own axe! No forced entry was found and no one heard nothin! That's quite interesting to me, boy"
Peter hummed, he guessed it was interesting more scary as though the murderer could have been in the house beforehand and that they knew where the axe was kept.
"Did it happen near here?"
"Somewhere near Manhattan"
Peter felt chills up his spine, he had just been there to see Tony and any of the people he walked by in between the time he left from the hotel till he was on the train could have been the murderer, there was even the possibility of them being on the train and it made things a little scarier for him.
"Um When-When did this happen?" Peter asked nervously.
"Last night! these people sure get a hold of news fast!"
While the old man was focused and suprised at how fast people had gotten a hold of the news and how quickly they could make it into the newspaper, Peter was more focused on how the killer had struck while he listened to Tony sing or while he walking to Tony's apartment.
The bell dinged that signalled Peter an order, Stans, was ready and he moved to receive it and rubs the nape of his neck. When Peter returned to give Stan his food they had finished their conversation and he went to refill a couple coffees for some and took more orders as more people filed into the diner.
Peter was glad when it was the end of his shift and Mr. Toomes hadn't shown up. It was dark out as it should be at eleven pm and it was raining much to Peter's dismay though he was glad cars were still out and driving.
"Hey!" Peter waved outside the diner at a taxi while he tried to remain out of the rain.
When the taxi pulled over and stopped another car followed behind it and stopped. Peter eyed the car warily as he opened the taxi door but once he clearly saw the familiar fancy black car he told the taxi to go on and closed the door, if he went in the taxi Tony would most likely follow it to his house and he'd have to see him anyway.
"Sweetheart" Tony greeted when Peter opened the doors of the mans black Rolls-Royce Phantom.
"I told you to stop coming all the way here a while ago" Peter said although he wasnt really complaining, he really didn't have enough money to take a cab and Peter didn't know what the result of the can driver finding that out would have been.
"I never agreed"
Tony was noticeably tired and it made Peter's heart beat happily that Tony came to pick him up from his work to see him. Jazz was playing out of the radio of Tony's car, a new car considering it had a radio but looked exactly like the one Peter had rode in so many times before this one.
"What's wrong?" Tony always had a way of knowing something but he somehow stayed clueless about the murders that had happened in his own city.
"Two people were murdered Tony, near where you live"
Tony hummed seemingly unbothered and the rocky road was loudly heard and blocked out the jazz music which didn't help relax Peter at all.
"The police will catch them soon, sweetheart, don't worry"
"Yeah...Yeah okay" Peter agreed doubtfully.
Peter decided not to talk the rest of the car ride and he was glad Tony noticed he didn't want to speak either. Instead he decided to pay attention to the scenery they past by and listening to the soothing jazz music from the radio until they made it to his apartment.
"Is your aunt home?"
"Most likely" Peter lied and kept his eyes outside the car window, it was easier to lie that way than to let Tony come inside and do what he knew the man wanted, not that Peter didn't crave to do it as well but he was trying to keep Tony at arms length, emotionally. Peter couldn't let his neighbors possibly see Tony Stark walking into his apartment either, too many questions would be asked and Peter couldn't answer any with an easy, reasonable lie.
"I see, I'll see you next Thursday, yes?"
"Sure"
"Peter"
Peter turned his face away from the window towards Tony to be met with a pair of lips on his and he leaned into the kiss and Tony copied the action.
"I'll see you next Thursday, yes?" Tony asked again when they seperated.
"Yes"
Tony smiled and Peter let himself out of the car. It was only sprinkling now so Peter was able to walk into his apartment without being soaked. He turned on the small radio him and May kept close to the couch and surprisingly it seemed the murder news made it's way there too.
"Police have found no evidence that could lead to finding the criminal other than their discarded bloodied clothes, both victims necks were cut by a razor and both victims were also bashed on the head by an axe which seemed to be the fatal blow"
It seemed even creepier to Peter that a man with a simple razor could do such a thing to two living beings and he wondered if New York was the safest place to be.
Despite the chills the murders gave him Peter turned the radio to a jazz station that would sooth him and laid down in his bed tiredly eventually falling asleep hoping that the murders would be solved so he would know that Tony would be safe in Manhattan only to find that another person would die by the same fate in the morning.
What starker fandom need more of: reverse sugar daddy fics. Peter is the billionaire orphan that has a silver spoon in his mouth, until he meets tony. Tony is the menial small town mechanic. Tony moves into Pete's home & dominates Peter, watching the game while pete keeps his cock warm. He uses pete's money however he wants but makes Peter ask his permission to buy anything for himself.
this sounds like a weird version of findom and i’ll tell ya what I AM HERE FOR IT
“Ah… M-mr. Stark…”
“I’m a greedy man, Peter. I want every little piece of you, not some, not most, all of it. That sweet little voice of yours haunts my dreams, and all I can think about is what it would sound like sobbing my name in the dark. It’s not enough for you to want me. You have to need me, to not be able to live without me. I want you completely reliant on me, so that you would never dare to think of anybody or anything else. God, Pete. Do you know what you do to me? You fuck me up so bad on the inside and it makes me wanna fuck you up even worse. I wanna make you bleed, and you’d love it, too. I’d make you love it. I want your body and mind and heart for myself and I want to ruin all of it. I want those pretty eyes on me, and me alone.”
Tony pressed a small kiss over a bite mark on Peters thigh, eyes dark and promising and hungry, watching the boy shiver and melt.
“And daddy always gets what he wants, doesn’t he?”
(This is a random ass moodboard I had lying around and I wrote a random thing for it lmao. It doesn’t quite fit the board?? But oh well)
Damn, I really loved this. Need more Starker like this in my life.
Alright actually hyped myself up for this new fanfic I'm comin up with based off this, I hope I planned this good lmao
Yall so many are getting deleted I'm for real a little scared I might
A couple of Starker accounts got deactivated, do you know what happened?
I didn't notice until you told me actually because I just woke up before you sent this but I don't know what happened either, there's a possibility it could have been antis reporting their accounts and tumblr just deactivated them without actually looking over them to find nothing was wrong tbh
it’s ya boi elli, tumblr terminated my account (and a whole slew of others) so please reblog this to spread the word about my new account, and if anyone has my works on their blog send them my way so i can reblog them!
Starker + Murder(s) | Billionare Serial Killer!Tony & Serial Killer!Peter
"Witnesses report seeing an man between the ages 40 and 50 and a younger man between the ages of 18 and 25 leave the scene calmy but no evidence has been found and the two men remain unidentified"
So a different request would be #5 on the prompt list but like.... mafia au?? So Tony is in a v important mafia related meeting and Peter is doing the thing at the meeting in front of everyone in the room (like 10 guys) and Tony is acting like it isn’t even happening? Just, he continues on with the meeting like nothing is happening and the other mafia guys are just staring and stuttering and tony pays them no mind and idk where I’m going with this but yeah... thanks 💛
Holy fuck I love this umffffffffffefvjer fkjerferj
Tony Stark screams power. The man could walk into a room and instantly turn every man within it into a wide eyed, fearful mess. His baby is probably the only person whose fear is replaced with adoration, and a smile draws onto his face with Tony’s presence.
So when Tony called a meeting for today, his men were nervous. Their drug sales had been down this month and the police were gaining heat on their tails, everyone was completely expecting Tony’s hardened gaze to be glowering into their eyes with a hand on his cocked pistol. But that’s why everyone was so surprised to walk in on Tony’s doe eyed boy slowly grinding himself down onto Tony. Initially, his men thought the boy was just rutting himself over Tony’s clothed lap, but when Tony’s hips jerked and Peter’s head flew back in a breathy gasp they knew there was more going on.
Tony stayed completely nonchalant to the writhing boy on his cock, leading the conversation in the meeting with his usual commanding tone despite the warmth wrapped around him. Peter’s high pitched moans interrupting Tony’s words ever so frequently, and the men could tell his patience was wearing thin.
“Daddy, uhh m’gonna cum.” Peter breathed out. Tony’s arms quickly spun the boy around to face the rest of the group.
“You gonna let them all see you cum so pretty for me?” Tony’s voice taunted, and Peter could tell that this was not up for discussion. The smaller boy glanced around at all of the well dressed men in the room, some refusing to meet his gaze with pink cheeks and others wearing dirty grins while unashamedly drinking in the sight of Peter falling apart. Peter shot a nervous look up at Tony and Tony immediately started thrusting his hips up into the smaller boy.
“You will cum for me baby, you’ll cum for all of us.” Tony wrapped his hand around Peter’s cock and started pulling with each thrust of his hips until Peter was letting out a wail and arching his back against Tony’s cock.
Peter, feeling exposed, tried to move himself off of Tony’s dick only to be secured in his spot by Tony’s grip. Tony held him there for the remainder of the meeting, sticky cum drying on his belly while facing the men who just watched him be Tony’s little slut.
Ya'll I've got some serious motivation for my project and I just found the best audio for it and ugh I love this project tbh
Oh man, I need to write a smut part for my fanfiction on wattpad because some of my readers asked for it but i'm literally too dumb and new to this to bring something up. Can you give me some tips?
This is the best question I love it!
Okay, I mostly know how to write gay sex, so if it wasn’t what you were looking for, message me.
Make sure you visualize it before you write it. Run it through your head, because when we see things like a movie, it’s easier for our brain to find things that are wrong or maybe a little awkward.
Stick to the things you know and or enjoy. If you don’t like or know nothing about watersports, try not to write things that have to do with it. If it’s really necessary (like prompts in my case) do your research.
Make sure you have basic anatomy knowledge, and that you keep things real. No one can come 9 times in a row, no one can fill an entire box with cum, things like that. Be aware of sizes as well. It’s very uncommon for a small boy like Peter to have a huge cock, and it would be weird for Tony to be skinny.
There are words to describe parts of one’s body that sounder sexier than others. Make sure to use cock instead of dick, things like that. I’ve come to the realization that it puts you in the mood as well.
Don’t be embarrassed. They are bodies just like ours, and the most important thing is that you can stop whenever you want to, but know that you are not inside the situation, your fears, your insecurities are not exposed or vulnerable. Writers and characters are different. You’re in the safety of your home.
Make sure you describe feelings as well. Morality, love, lust, hate even. Make the sex match the story.
You can include fun kinks, or unexpected ones to keep the story interesting. I remember once I wrote a drabble where Tony wanted to make a sandwich out of his own cum, so yeah. Usually there are kinks that fit perfectly with the personalities, like the whole feminization or daddy kink for Peter and normal bdsm with Tony, but that’s up to you.
This is not for writing but… make sure you add the proper tags or warning at the start. We don’t want people getting triggered and you can’t possibly know what triggers people. Be careful.
Set your own boundaries, even if you break them with time, it’s good to have limits and know that you are true to yourself and what you are/are not okay with.
Read other people’s works! You usually get ideas out of reading similar works (don’t copy tho, that’s not cool). You will see how things are written or put, how to characterize them in those situations (specially if you have never written them having sex), and maybe it’ll put you in the mood. It’s always good to familiarize yourself before writing.
That’s all I can offer you right now, I hope I was useful! If you need anything else, I’m just one message away. -M.
Am I the only one really into the idea that Peter is kind of Tony’s rebound after Steve left him for his first love Bucky? Too much??
Seriously though, Tony’s heart was broken when Steve betrayed and left him
And can’t help but say “fuck it” because everything has already turned to shit.
Bonus:
Since everything in his life is seemly turning to shit, how can he not just saw “fuck it” and embrace the sweet, wide-eyed innocence that is Peter? Who still looks at Tony like he is the greatest hero there every was, when Tony feels like he’s anything but that. Who looks up to him with unwavering loyalty (I so wish I could insert that gif from Infinity War where Stark is talking with Strange about loyalty and Peter cuts in “Speaking of loyalty—!” But Stark cuts him off) Who would do anything for Tony or his approval. Who Tony just knows has had a crush on him for years, longer than they have known each other. He can’t help himself. Peter certainly makes things easier.
I like this idea, I like the idea that Tony him self knows that even though Peter is total jailbait, the damn kid will be good for him.
- He will spoil this kid rotten just to see Peter smile, it will make him feel like he has done something right.
- He knows that Peter will not limit him the way Steve and Pepper did, instead of stopping him from doing risky things the kid would just probably say “WHOA COOL CAN I PARTICIPATE?”
- He knows this beautiful boy will heal his old broken heart and he will do anything and everything for Peter too.
- He will protect Peter, help him in the cruel world of adults.
I also like the headcanon where Steve left Tony for Bucky, only to find out that Bucky has moved on from Steve. So when Steve comes back years later, to ask Tony for forgiveness and go back to how things were before this….both Tony and Peter are evilly in on making Steve feel miserable by showing off their perfect relationship.
AAAA I NEED ANGRY FUCKING/ HATE SEX STARKER WITH TOP!TONY
That’s some good fucking food right there, Nonny. Hope you like this!
Ever since the Avengers had defeated Thanos and brought everyone back from the Soul Stone, Tony had…changed. Or more accurately, the snap itself had changed him. It made him realize what kind of stupid fool he had been to push Peter away and keep him at a safe distance when what he should have been doing was keep him as close as possible. The guilt, the regret; it had haunted him to the point where he had to break off his engagement with Pepper, because he could no longer live a lie.
He loved Peter. Yeah, Tony sure did love the kid, and in a way that he clearly shouldn’t. There never had been a shade of doubt in Tony’s mind that he could absolutely never cross that line. And so, his solution to that had been keeping Peter at arms’ length, but he no longer did that. He met with Peter several times a week, more often than not in his lab to work on new suits, or some random science project Peter had. Tony was happy to help.
Tony got along with May now, even if she still blamed him for Peter’s disappearance in the first place. Oh, Tony did too. But that was the thing: he would never, ever let that again. And because Tony was always monitoring Peter, showing up before he could get hurt, May started to believe him. Peter didn’t come back home with a black eye anymore, or something worse, and she was thankful. She even invited Tony to come over and eat with them a couple of times, but Tony suggested to take them out instead.
And so the next couple of months were more or less quiet, and Tony’s obsession had shifted from his suits to keeping Peter safe, not realizing how many lines he had crossed in the process. For fuck sake, he was monitoring the kid’s every movement and Peter didn’t even know about it.
Until tonight. When Tony arrived at a robbery and got Peter out of there and brought him back to his lab, Peter saw the feed, and oh, he had been furious.
But certainly not furious that Tony was in the first place.
“I specifically told you not to follow that lead, Peter. You could have gotten killed. You were dangerously outnumbered, and you didn’t even call me!”
“I didn’t call you because you would have told me not to go!” Peter retorted, “You always tell me not to go!”
“That’s not true.”
“It is true! You never let me do anything anymore!”
Tony sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m trying to protect you, Pete.”
“No, you’re trying to control me!” Peter accused. “And you’re watching me all the time? Do you not trust me, even just a little? I’m not a kid!”
“Yes you are!”
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i wanna be alone alone with you- does that make sense? i wanna steal your soul and hide you in my treasure chest i don’t know what to do to do with your kiss on my neck i don’t know what feels true but this feels right, so stay a sec yeah you feel right, so stay a sec Pre-snap and post-snap. im sorry guys i wanted to practice lighting and it turned into this