#billie eilishhhhh

[starrystarker]

bad guy

starker highschool au, manipulation, dark!peter, minor age difference (not starker), implied cheating (also not starker)

**pov changes frequently, indicated by line changes**

***lyrics are bolded italics because dialogue is italic***

white shirt now red my bloody nose sleeping you’re on your tippy toes creeping around like no one knows think you’re so criminal

the first time anthony edward stark met peter benjamin parker, they were at a party. a prestigious party at that, because among the people attending was tony stark, tech prodigy, and peter parker, famous internet model. tony stark, with a penchant for pretty things. takes said pretty things home for the night. wipes his ass with dollar bills. sleeps with the teachers. no one knows what he was like before this. peter parker, with an obsession with blood. paints his nails black and purple. jawline sharp enough to cut diamonds. has a nosebleed every other day. no one knows what he was like before this. rumours say that the model has a dark past. but who can look past that face of an angel ?

bruises on both my knees for you don’t say thank you no please i do what i want when i’m wanting to my soul so cynical

in the midst of the organized chaos that is a high school party, tony stark spotted peter parker. he grabbed a drink from the bar, a cherry coke, and slid up behind the model. want a drink ? tony had asked, his free arm circling around peter’s waist. the corners of his mouth lifted up in a small smile. why yes, thank you, peter had replied, taking the cup from tony’s hand. he watched closely as peter took a sip of the drink. i didn’t put anything in it, don’t worry, tony had chuckled, seeing peter stare into the cup, expressionless. peter had smiled.  i know. tony laughed. how did you know ? peter had cocked his head slightly. because i’ve been watching you. tony stops. wait, but—want to get out of here ? peter whispered beside tony’s ear. tony had nodded once, and peter had taken him to a room upstairs. the hickeys on peter’s neck and bruises seen through his ripped jeans were talked about for weeks.

so you’re a tough guy like it really rough guy just can’t get enough guy chest always so puffed guy i’m the bad type make your momma sad type make your girlfriend mad type might seduce your dad type

calling: peter parker hey. can’t come to the phone right now. leave a message and— beep. tony hangs up. ding! incoming message from: peter parker. what do you want ? i really enjoyed last night. think we could make it a regular thing ? sorry. got places to be, people to do. ouch. just facts. it’s alright. you’ll come to the realization that i’m the best you’ll ever get. i wouldn’t count on that, stark. sooner or later it’ll happen. peter parker: read

who are you texting ? harry asks, unzipping his jeans. peter smiles reassuringly. no one important.

i’m the bad guy (duh)

bzzzt. bzzzt. incoming call from: stark hngg, fuck, yes, peter, oh fuck yes— right there— unh, unh, unh— shit, pete someone’s— ungh— calling you— the squeaks of the bed don’t do much to cover the sound of peter’s phone buzzing. ignore it, fuck, you look so good like this, you’re loose and dripping like a fucking girl— fuck yeah, your pussy can take all of it, can’t you ? god, harry, you’re such a fucking whore, such a slut for it, just begging for it, aren’t you— yeah, you’re just my own personal cumdump— beep! fuck— fuck! did that record as voicemail ? harry asks frantically, panting from their activities. no. don’t worry about it. how are you still talking ? am i not fucking you hard enough ? you want more, huh, harry ? does your hungry boypussy want more ? answer me, you fucking slut—

god, harry, you’re such a fucking whore, such a slut for it, just begging for it, aren’t you— yeah, you’re just my own personal cumdump— beep!

was that harry osborn ? tony thinks. harry osborn ? why’s parker fucking that wimp ? fuck. what do i need to do for him to—

i like it when you take control even if you know that you don’t own me i’ll let you play the role i’ll be your animal

damn, parker, you get better every time. harry groans when peter pulls out, cum dripping out of his ass. peter smirks. don’t i know it. yanking peter’s shirt, harry pulls him in for a kiss. same time next week ? harry asks. peter smiles. you betcha.

as soon as peter is outside, the notifications start coming in. i’ll play your game, stark, peter thinks. and sure enough. incoming call from: stark

hey. can’t come to the phone right now. leave a message and i’ll see if i wanna get back to you. bye.

tony huffs. how is one boy this infuriating--?

incoming text from: stark. was that harry osborn just now ? who ? harry osborn. son of norman osborn, who is the ceo of oscorp ? dunno. why do you ask ? why him ? why not ? come over. i’ll show you a good fuck. ten minutes ? k.

my mommy likes to sing along with me but she won’t sing along if she reads all the lyrics she’ll pity the man i know

peter’s uber was slow. whatever. stark can wait if he’s so depserate. incoming call from: aunty mayyy hi peter! how are you ? i’m great, may. how ‘bout you ? just fine, just fine. what are you up to ? just going to see a friend. ooh. what kind of friend ? a friend. with benefits. and before you say it, yes, i’m being safe, thank you for asking. peter. c’mon, may. i’m being safe and i can’t get pregnant. you can’t ask for more. i know, i know. try not to break too many hearts though, okay ? will do. love you. bye. love you too. beep!

so you’re a tough guy like it really rough guy just can’t get enough guy chest always so puffed guy i’m the bad type make your momma sad type make your girlfriend mad type might seduce your dad type

ding dong! tony opens the door. looks peter up and down. looking good, parker, tony smirks. peter stares back at him. thanks. can i come in ? he deadpans. of course, tony replies, stepping aside to let peter in. so this is the infamous peter parker. i’m tony’s father. call me howard. peter smiles. very nice to meet you, howard. tony follows peter’s gaze, from howard’s broad shoulders to the slight bulge in the crotch of his slacks. the pleasure is all mine, peter. howard replies, seemingly polite. right. peter. let’s go upstairs. tony says impatiently. just then, maria stark walks out from the kitchen area. i’d like to speak with you alone for a minute, anthony, please, if that is alright with you. tony sighs. i’ll take peter into the living room, then, maria, howard says, ushering peter into the living room area.

maria crosses her arms and leans on the countertop. peter parker ? really, anthony ? i hope you’re not serious about this one because he is trouble. i really like him, mother. tony says. maria smiles sadly. if you’re sure. but—

so what are your hobbies, peter ? howard asks, hand on peter’s knee. i enjoy photography. and yoga. peter smiles politely. you must be very flexible, then, howard inquires, leaning into peter. peter looks away bashfully. i guess. do you also like photography, sir ? do call me howard. and yes, i do enjoy photography, especially nude photography. i find it particularly aesthetically soothing. howard says smoothly. perhaps i could be a model sometime. do some yoga poses, peter says softly, looking up at howard under fluttering eyelashes. hears the older man swallow. yes. perhaps something like child’s pose or the bridge pose, howard muses, voice dropping lower. huskier. peter wills himself to blush. i’m glad to help, sir.

incoming call from: pepper. what’s this that i hear about you and peter parker, tony ? it’s nothing, pep. we’re just friends. friends my ass. are you two fucking right now ? n— you know what ? fuck you, stark. beep!

i’m the bad guy (duh) i’m the bad guy (duh)

but what, mother ? stop making my decisions for me! i’m an adult now and— you listen to me, anthony! or— or what ? what are you gonna do ?

mm, peter. you have such a pretty neck. has anyone ever told you that ? i’d take you better than my son ever could. i’d take you like a good slut.

this is the fifth time tony’s done this! i’m fucking done with his lying piece of shit ass.

i don’t want you talking to him! he’s a bad influence!

you’d be able to use me as your cocksleeve. keep me under your school desk.

stop trying to contol my life!

i hate him!

i like when you get mad i guess i’m pretty glad that you’re alone you say she’s scared of me ? well i don’t see what she sees but maybe it’s cause i’m wearing your cologne

what were you doing in there with my dad ? nothing. we were just talking about photography. what ? you don’t even like photography. i guess you don’t know me that well then. who called you just now ? pepper. she’s mad because there are rumours about me and you. i mean. she has the right to be mad. what ? after all, i’m the one who fucking owns you.

i’m the bad guy i’m the bad guy

duh, peter thinks.

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edit: i wrote this while crying at 4am; i think there's a good concept behind it but this format is terrible, forgive me