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sinditia · 4 years ago

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okay so this is like only 10% my fault and 90% @itfeelssogoodmrstark ‘s fault

She said: “turn him on his back, while Peter straddles him and then he slowly puts down Tony's sunglasses“

And stupidly, I said: “ i see this and raise you: peter takes off his sunglasses, puts it on himself, then starts riding his dick“

And suddenly I have *gestures vaguely over 1.5k of this nonsense* this

i churned this out real quick and all mistakes belong to Luna

The private jet reaches altitude and levels off, the fasten-seatbelt sign turning off overhead with a soft ding. Tony Stark undoes the clasp around his waist but doesn’t take off his sunglasses as he continues to gaze out the little window watching the sun set over the sea of clouds.

The flight attendants bustle around him, all short skirts and tight uniforms, offering him warm towels and alcoholic beverages. Their smiles are sultry, voices lilting just a little high, a little breathy, hoping to be the one he’ll choose to take into the bedroom at the back of the cabin for a little in-flight entertainment.

But Tony’s already got his eye on someone.

There’s one male flight attendant who had greeted him when he boarded the plane. He doesn’t usually get male flight attendants on his flights. Happy usually vets them beforehand but the man knows what Tony likes, and this particular one ticks all the right boxes.

Tony gestures with a lazy hand and the flight attendant in question approaches him with deliberate, elegant steps.

“Anything I can help you with, Mr. Stark?” the man asks with a smile. He’s handsome in a delicate sort of way, smooth cheeks and sharp cheekbones, with big brown eyes that look deceptively innocent. It’s the kind of face Tony wants to see absolutely wrecked.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Tony asks, tilting his chin up in a cocky manner.

“Peter, sir.”

“Hmm, Peter.” Tony rolls the word around in his mouth, registering his voice a little lower and watching the man shiver minutely. “How ‘bout you sit here and keep me company? I’m all by my lonesome on this long flight.”

“Of course, sir,” Peter demurs, moving to sit on the seat opposite him.

Tony tsks. “Not there. Here.” He reclines his chair and pats his thighs.

Peter grins. The flight attendants that get contracted onto flights on the Stark jet know what’s expected of them and Peter is no different. He slips onto Tony’s lap, movements smooth and languorous like an experienced dancer.

Peter slots easily into place, straddling Tony like it’s the most natural thing for him to spread his legs and position his plush ass right over the older man’s burgeoning hard-on. Tony grunts a little as Peter starts rolling his hips, the delicious pressure coaxing him into full hardness. Tony leans his head back, placing his hands on Peter’s hips, guiding his movements.

Peter runs his hands up Tony’s chest, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top few buttons. “Can I help you relax, Mr. Stark?” he murmurs.

“Go for it, baby,” Tony sighs, closing his eyes. He lets Peter unbutton his shirt all the way down, tugging the hem out of his dress pants, hips moving in tantalizing circles the whole time. Tony hears his belt being unbuckled, then he groans when he feels clever fingers reaching in and wrapping around his hard dick.

Peter strokes him slowly, beautifully, gripping just right around his girth, drawing out a soft hiss out of him when a thumb brushes over the weeping cockhead. Tony’s being jacked off right there in the plane’s cabin but the aircraft’s got his name printed in huge letters on the side of it so he can do whatever the fuck he wants in it and no one can say anything about it.

In fact, he wants to do a lot more than just getting a handjob by a pretty flight attendant.

Opening his eyes, Tony sees Peter looking down and watching the way his hand moves over Tony’s cock with a hungry look. Tony reaches up to cup that pretty face, lifting his gaze up. “You like how it looks? You want that in you, baby?”

“Yeah,” Peter breathes.

“Hmm, you’re a good boy, aren’t you?” Tony murmurs, tracing his thumb over Peter’s pink lips, tugging it apart and slipping the digit into that warm, wet mouth.

Peter suckles on it obediently, his angel eyes fixed on Tony’s with a sensual kind of innocence even as his hand continues to stroke the cock it’s holding. Tony slips his thumb in and out of Peter’s mouth a few times before withdrawing it slowly, tugging his slick lower lip with it.

“You can have my mouth if you want,” Peter says demurely, darting out a tongue to lick the pad of Tony’s thumb. “But if you want the full service, I’m all prepped and plugged for you.”

Tony groans. “You know I always want the best of what’s offered.”

Peter stands and takes off his uniform slowly, seductively, revealing smooth, unblemished skin and a lithe body with every discarded piece of clothing. He doesn’t seem to have any qualms about performing a strip tease right then and there. The other flight attendants are all probably wishing they were in Peter’s place right now anyway, the one who managed to entice Tony Stark into fucking them.

Fully nude now, Peter climbs back on Tony’s lap. The older man still has his suit on even if it’s unbuttoned to bare his chest and his pants are undone to reveal his erect cock. Peter pops out the plug and directs Tony’s dick to his slick hole. He’s properly stretched, taking Tony’s wide girth with a soft sigh. He’s still tight though, wonderfully so, a warm and wet grip around Tony’s cock.

Peter shifts his pelvis to get used to the intrusion with a pleased moan. “Kinda unfair that you still got your clothes on while I’m all naked, don’t you think?” he says, tugging at Tony’s suit jacket.

Ton bucks his hips up with a groan, needing friction on his aching cock already. “Just shut up and ride me, baby,” he mutters, gripping at Peter’s thighs to get him to move.

Peter takes off Tony’s sunglasses and puts it on himself. “There. We can call it even now,” he smirks. Then, bracing his hands on Tony’s shoulders, Peter starts bouncing on his lap, fucking himself on Tony’s cock in a steady rhythm.

“Oh, fuck, that’s more like it,” Tony groans, digging his fingers into the meat of Peter’s ass, pulling him on and off his cock like a fucktoy. That’s all Peter is, really. Something to entertain the older man on a long, boring flight. And what a tight, hot piece of entertainment he is.

But Peter looks really good wearing Tony’s expensive sunglasses. He looks good flushed and naked and moaning and bouncing on Tony’s dick too. Peter’s slick inner walls grip and pulse around him so deliciously that Tony is starting to have dangerous thoughts about how good Peter would look draped in other expensive things. Things like diamonds and designer watches and tailored suits. Shit that costs nothing to a man like him, especially if he gets to fuck a hole as good as this on the regular.

Tony pounds into Peter’s body hard and rough, the grip on his supple skin getting mean and bruising as Tony tries to fuck away the urge of taking Peter on as a sugar baby. God, he’s got such a tight ass though. And he sounds so hot moaning and mewling on his cock like a whore. Tony wants to keep him, wants to be able to fuck that ass whenever he wants it. And Tony Stark always gets whatever he wants.

“Oh fuck, it feels so good, Mr. Stark,” Peter moans, throwing his head back, curls bouncing as impales himself over and over on the man’s cock. “So fucking big, filling me up so good- ah!”

Tony angles his thrusts so that he’s hitting right at Peter’s prostate, drilling it until Peter’s panting and moaning uncontrollably.

“Shit, I’m close, baby,” Tony grunts, slamming Peter on him over and over. “I wanna feel you come on me. Get all tight on me, baby. Make me come.”

Peter strokes himself to the rhythm of Tony’s thrusts, whimpering at the stimulation but not stopping until his body stiffens, reaching orgasm with a pleasured cry, spilling all over himself. Tony fucks him through it, rough and fast, groaning loudly at the way Peter’s hole clenches like a vice around him. Tony comes with a final harsh shove into that tight body, letting the clutch of Peter’s hole milk the cum out of him with every erratic pulse.

Peter closes his eyes and gives a pleased hum, smiling lazily as he comes down from his climax. Tony curses inwardly as he admires how beautiful Peter looks all fucked out and glowy with pleasure. He wants to keep him. Tony sits up and sinks his fingers into Peter’s sweat-damp curls and pulls him in for a hungry kiss, hard and possessive. Peter makes a surprised sound but parts his lips to allow Tony to slip in his tongue to taste him.

After a few moments of making out, Tony pulls away and looks into Peter’s dazed, dilated eyes. “You’re mine now, Peter,” he declares.

“Alright,” Peter says, smiling.

#starker #marsha writes

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whatxisxlove · 4 years ago

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@itfeelssogoodmrstark thank you for giving me the idea to make this!💕

| starker moodboard: alpha!tony x Pregnant omega!peter

#mine #moodboard #ironspider #peter parker #tony stark #spideriron #starker #tony x peter #a/b/o verse

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thegreenmetblue · 3 years ago

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🎇 Leah’s tumblr moodboard masterlist 🎇

link to all masterlists

‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊

🌠 Little Space 🌠

IronSpider

Lazy Sunday Morning

Bratty Peter

Happy Baby Boy

Coloring Day

Bedtime Story

Pink Baby Boy

Hurt!Peter [for professional-benaddict & snowstark]

Soft Pink Baby Boy

Red Baby Boy

Swimming Pool

Puppy Obsession

Green & Blue Baby Boy

Black Baby Boy

Fragile Baby

Silly Daddy

Yellow Baby Boy

Playing In The Snow

Shopping Trip

Red Baby Boy 2.0.

Sick!Peter [for professional-benaddict]

Day in Disneyland [for snowstark]

Soft Brown Daddy and Teddies

Broken Blue

‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊

🎆 NSFW 🎆

SIM!Peter [for itfeelssogoodmrstark]

Dom!Tony & Sub!Peter

Sugar Daddy

MobBoss!Tony

Teacher/Student

Bratty Sugar Baby

Office AU

Black Themed

Rom Howney [for sinditia]

Sugar Daddy (Spanking Edition)

Best Friend’s Dad

Serial Killer

Knives Play

Required Love

Black Themed 2.0.

‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊

🌌 sfw 🌌

Bi Flag

Mystic Creature Peter

Nature Cabin Escape

Demons AU

Hades & Persephone AU [for zsparz]

Pink!Tom

Yellow Themed (Summer Vibes)

Vacation

Fem!Tom

Nightclub

Canon

Canon 2.0.

New Year’s Kiss [for longlivestarker]

No Way Home

Sleep Time

Golden Hour Aesthetic

Night Date

SIM!Tony (2 moodboards) [for sinditia]

Hunter X Werewolf

Homeless!Peter

Red Themed

Sugar Daddy

Pirates AU

Soft

The Green Met Blue

‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊ 🕸️ ‎⎊

#next part of leah redoing her mastelists #moodboards one #starker #leah tries moodboard #masterlist #starker moodboard

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jeranasblog · 5 years ago

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Welcome to Discord

Rating: E

Pairing: Peter Parker/ Tony Stark

Summary: Peter spends a lot of time on a kink Discord server, talking about his sexuality and accepting his kinks. When he met CallMeDaddy70, he is drawn in and it immediately clicks between the two of them. How could he have known that everything leads to a huge surprise?

Warnings: No major warnings, but since it’s smut, check the tags on Ao3

Notes: The idea is from @itfeelssogoodmrstark (All the credits for this to her, pls). I hope you like it <3

Read on Ao3

Peter was nervous. He sat on the couch, squirming every second, and his feet tapped rhythmically on the floor. His mind was filled with anxious thoughts, thoughts about what could go wrong, how he could fuck it up, and he was close to screaming and hiding under his bed after. His whole life depended on tomorrow.

Since he had been a little kid, Peter loved engineering. He built his first robot before he even went to school, studied day and night to get into MIT, and worked hard to graduate early. Everything to get his dream job, everything to work for Stark Industries. It wasn’t only the company, the attempts to make clean energy and save the world, no it was also Tony Stark himself, Peter was gone for. Stark wasn’t only an engineer, he was an inventor, and Peter would die to work for him, to help him save the world.

And tomorrow, he had to prove himself. Peter had applied for the job at SI months ago and after a few tests, he was invited to a job interview, not with just anyone, but with Tony Stark personally. His stomach turned when he thought about it. Tomorrow would show if his dream would come true.

Peter tried to calm down, he really did. He made himself a cup of tea, binge-watched Netflix, and called his best friend MJ to calm down, but nothing worked. In the end, he was as nervous as he had been before and there was no way he would find sleep tonight. No way but… Wait, there was one approach he hadn’t tried yet.

Suddenly giddy with excitement, Peter grabbed his laptop and opened Discord. The familiar screen was greeting him, his most visited server already opened. He pondered for a second before he decided to click on the “general” channel.

WatermelonSugar: Hey, guys. KinkyBastard1: Hey, Sugar. LetMeTieYourHands: Hey, Sugar. How are you?

Peter smiled a little. The people on the Discord channel were amazing and he felt welcome in the small community that had built up over the years. They had encouraged him to talk about his kinks, to accept himself and the things he liked, and even though not all of them shared the same interests, they were kind and understanding.

When he had first joined the kink Discord MJ had recommended, Peter had expected to get a dick pic in the first five minutes. He knew the internet, knew some people were only there to get a few nudes they could jerk off to, but Peter wanted something else. Sure, he wanted to talk to people about sex, might even want to video chat with a few hot and older men, but he also wanted to talk to them.

WatermelonSugar: I’m fine. Just a little stressed. LetMeTieYourHands: Oh, I’m sorry. What’s up? WatermelonSugar: Important job interview tomorrow. KinkyBastard1: Definitely crossing my fingers for you, Sugar. What have you applied for?

Peter smiled at the question. He hadn’t even told them his real name, but they still cared about him, his life, and his sexuality and the thought made him warm inside. From his real-life friends, only MJ knew what he liked. She knew Peter wanted to be with an older man, someone who calls himself Daddy, someone who could hold him down and praise him until Peter was a shivering mess. It took him quite the courage to tell her what he liked, but it had been so worth it because she recommended to try out the Discord. Holy, the decision had been a good one.

Peter had spent hours online, chatting with other Subs who liked exactly the same and Daddies who made him feel things he hadn’t felt before. He loved the freedom he had online, the anonymity. Still, no one had ever woken the wish inside of him to meet, they were amazing, but it hadn’t clicked until one day, Peter had met CallMeDaddy70 who ticked all his boxes.

CallMeDaddy70 was kind and sweet. He asked Peter about his day and his friends, talked to him about his interests, which they shared by the way because Daddy was an engineer as well, and he encouraged Peter to talk about his problems and fears. Peter had learned a lot, talking about his desires in bed and he was grateful Daddy was such a good mentor.

But when the mood struck, Daddy could be the complete opposite. Once in a while, their private chats had turned dirty and Peter couldn’t get his hands in his pants fast enough. The other man was shameless, obscenely describing what he wanted to do to Peter, and the thought of someone dominating him like this had made him come all over himself. And yesterday Daddy had offered Peter to set up a face call.

He was a little disappointed when Daddy wasn’t online yet because he had hoped to see the man for the first time. He craved the other man’s presence, although he hadn’t even seen him yet, although he hadn’t even talked to him yet.

WatermelonSugar: I’m applying for an engineering job. It’s actually a job I wanted since I was a little child. KinkyBastard1: That’s amazing. I wish you all the luck. WatermelonSugar: Ty

After that, Peter only skimmed through the other channels. He read a discussion of two members talking about their bondage fantasies and he admired the picture of LetMeTieYourHands who tried Shibari on his Sub for the first time, but nothing caught his eyes for a long time until a private message popped up.

CallMeDaddy70: Hey, Sugar. I’ve seen you’re online. How are you?

Suddenly, Peter was excited again, shifting on his couch to be closer to the screen.

WatermelonSugar: Great, now that you’re there. How are you? CallMeDaddy70: That’s cute, baby boy <3 I’m fine. A little stressed because my secretary made me sign contracts the entire day.

Right, Peter had forgotten it. Daddy owned a big company and the thought made him even more irresistible. It wasn’t even the money the man probably had, it was the power that drew Peter in.

WatermelonSugar: To be honest, I’ve been waiting for you.

Peter swallowed after he had confessed the truth and stared at the three dots on the screen that showed that Daddy was typing.

CallMeDaddy70: Is that so, baby boy? WatermelonSugar: YES. You promised me we could call soon, Daddy.

Usually, Peter wouldn’t be so straight forward, but he had been fidgety all day and he needed to find a way to get all the emotions out. Talking to Daddy would make him think about something else, and to be honest, he couldn’t wait to figure out how the other man looked anyway.

CallMeDaddy70: I did that, didn’t I? Alright, baby boy. Give me ten minutes. I set up my cam.

Holy shit. Even though Peter had suggested talking, he hadn’t been sure Daddy would agree. Suddenly, he was terribly nervous. What if Daddy wouldn’t like him? What if he made a fool out of himself?

Peter sprinted to his bedroom and opened his closet door. There was no way he would wear his old joggers when he saw Daddy for the first time, so Peter pulled out his velvet sleeping shorts and a cropped t-shirt. He wanted to look nice for Daddy, wanted the other man to like him.

Thankfully, Peter was back before Daddy called. He sat down in front of the screen, anxiously fumbling with the hem of his shirt and waiting for the green button to appear. He was startled when he heard the sound, nevertheless.

“Hey, Daddy,” Peter’s voice was trembling with excitement when he accepted the call. The screen of the other man was still black, and it took a second before he came into view. Holy, whatever Peter had expected, this wasn’t it.

Daddy was the most handsome man he had ever seen. He was older than Peter, but it wasn’t obvious how much older, since his face was still hidden in the shadows of the room. The suit jacket Daddy wore was opened, revealing a muscular chest no one was allowed to have, and Peter’s mouth watered in anticipation. He wanted to climb this man like a tree, rub himself all over him and bounce on his cock. But the worst were Daddy’s thighs, thick and muscular, straining the suit pants and seducing Peter into giving himself away.

Peter hadn’t thought it could get even worse until Daddy opened his mouth. “Hi, Sugar. I’m glad we could finally call. I’m sorry for keeping my face hidden, but I appreciate the privacy for now.”

God, the voice, a deep baritone that vibrated through Peter’s body, lightening him up and making him shake in arousal. He didn’t even care that Daddy was hiding his face, too delighted that they could finally talk after all. Apparently, Peter had been quiet too long because the man spoke up again.

“God, Sugar, look at you,” Peter immediately blushed. “I’ve imagined a lot of things, but I haven’t imagined you looking like this. So innocent, so beautiful. Are you even legal?”

Peter squirmed in delight and the words made his cock twitch in his shorts. He was riled up from the entire day and such a gorgeous man on top finally made him break. “Daddy, you’re so handsome yourself. And don’t worry, I’m twenty-three.” The words came out shy and Peter giggled afterward, hiding his smile behind one hand.

The reaction he got was a growl. “Fuck, sweetheart. I’ve planned to talk with you a little first, ask you about your day and the things you’ve planned, but forgive me, I can’t. Do you even know how you’re looking right now, baby? Tight little shorts that show off everything. God, look at your creamy thighs.”

It was the moment Peter whimpered for the first time and there was no way Daddy hadn’t heard it. He could see how the other man shifted in his chair, one hand moving and pressing down on his crotch. Although Daddy hadn’t taken his length out yet, the tenting pants were enough to show that the man was well endowed, and Peter whimpered for a second time.

“Daddy, I’m so sorry, I need you so much.” Peter’s body burned and he was squirming on the couch. He sat on his knees, thighs spread in front of the camera and he could no longer suppress the urge to pat his cock through his shorts. The fabric was thin, and even though he wore his favorite pair of white panties underneath, Peter could feel every touch.

“I’m a bad man,” Daddy sighed while he opened his zipper and pulled out his cock, the rest of his clothes still snugly in place. “I didn’t want to be one of those internet creeps, but here I am, cock in my hand not even ten minutes after I’ve seen you for the first time.”

Peter’s mouth watered and he increased the pressure on his groin, his hips slowly started to move. Daddy’s cock was everything he had ever dreamed of, long and thick, oh so much thicker than his own, slightly curved and an angry red. It invited Peter to open his lips and take him as deep as possible.

The arousal was heady, pushing his fear of embarrassment and rejection in the back of his mind while he watched the man stroking his own cock. “Please, Daddy. Can I touch myself?” He felt the sudden urge to ask for permission.

The noise he got in return was outright obscene. The man growled, his grip getting tighter and Peter could see that his knuckles turned white. He did this, Peter made this man lose control and he whined, still doing nothing but keeping up the pressure on his cock.

“Be a good boy for me, Sugar,” Daddy commanded, his breathing still even although his cock looked like it would explode any second. “Take off your shorts. Show me, baby. Show Daddy what he’s working with.”

Peter sobbed in relief when the pressure on his cock lessened and he couldn’t get out of his pants fast enough. He was a little sad Daddy couldn’t admire the white panties he had picked out, but the need to get off was too strong to ignore.

“That’s it, baby,” Daddy praised, and the word went directly to Peter’s cock and made him moan. “Look at this, Sugar. Your cock is perfect. So cute and wet for me. Spread your legs a little more for Daddy.”

There was no way Peter couldn’t obey, so he spread his legs as wide as possible. He leaned back; his body propped against the back of the sofa while he double-checked the view Daddy had. While the man was sitting in an armchair, only his cock on display, Peter was almost completely exposed. The thought of Daddy still being fully closed did things to him and his cock twitched against his stomach.

“One hand on your cock, baby,” the man instructed, and Peter eagerly followed his command. “Don’t grip it, baby. Just a slight caress on the side. Tease, Sugar.”

“No, Daddy, please,” Peter whimpered, but he obeyed nevertheless, keeping his touch painfully light. If his mind had been clear, he might have been embarrassed about the sounds he made, but there was nothing he could think about beside Daddy.

His pleads seemed to be the last straw because he could see that the man picked up the rhythm. Daddy’s fist was squeezed tightly around his own cock and he jerked himself off fiercely. “Sugar, do you have lube? Would you finger yourself for me? It’s okay to say no, but Daddy wants to see your tight little hole.”

Yes, yes, yes. Peter wanted it very much. As much as he liked playing with his cock, feeling something inside of him was just this tiny bit more. Suddenly, he was glad he had prepared himself and he fumbled for the lube he had hidden behind a couch cushion, his other hand not once leaving his cock. Peter opened the cap and dribbled a huge amount on his free hand.

“Can I, Daddy? Please, lemme?” It didn’t matter if he had to beg or plead, he would sob and scream just to get this delicious friction inside of him. Daddy was pressing all his buttons and he knew he had never been this aroused, this desperate, in his life. He was barely touching his cock, didn’t even have a finger inside, but Peter could already feel that he was getting close. Just from a few words and a whole lot of tension between him and the older man.

The man paused for a second and it was the first time Peter would die to see his face. He understood it, the man was probably important since he owned a company and he couldn’t show his face to just anyone on the internet, especially because they were doing a lot more than just talk, but he still wanted to see the other man’s expression. Would he look firmly at Peter? Would he smile or would he be serious? A sob left his lips, he couldn’t wait anymore, and the anticipation was killing him.

“You may, Sugar.” Finally. He couldn’t wait for even a second longer, pressing in his first finger in one go. Peter was used to this, he was fingering himself multiple times a week, so he thrust in once or twice before he added a second finger, moaning when he felt the delicious burn. His eyes had fallen shut, the sensation too much but not enough, and he could feel that his own legs started to tremble.

“God, Sugar, look at this. Do you see how your hole is swallowing your fingers? I’ve never seen anything so greedy before. Tell me, are you a slut, Sugar?”

The words were too much, Peter cried. Daddy figured out every single kink he had. The longing for praise, the desire to be humiliated, and the urge to give the control over to someone else. His walls started to clench, squeezing down on his fingers and although he hadn’t even touched his prostate, Peter was coming.

Peter arched his back, sobbing when the sensation washed over him. His cock was spurting weakly in his hand, but his hole clenched as if it wanted to milk his fingers. Peter could feel his conscious slipping, black spots danced in his vision while his entire body was shaking on the couch. He had never come this hard in his life before, not even during sex. Daddy’s presence alone made him go crazy and his words were just the cherry on top.

When Peter finally came to, his body still buzzing with endorphins, he took a look at the screen and saw that the man had climaxed as well. He was a little sad that he had missed watching Daddy during his orgasm, but if he would be lucky, this wasn’t their last time together.

“Sugar, you were amazing,” the man praised, and Peter blushed a little. His shamelessness was a little embarrassing now that he was spent, but the man seemed to like it, so Peter tried not to dwell on it.

“Thank you, Daddy. You were amazing as well. Do you think we can repeat this one day?”

The man chuckled deeply. “Sure, Sugar, but I don’t wanna hang up yet. Go and clean yourself. You’ve mentioned a job interview in the chat? Tell me about it.”

Peter smiled. This man was everything he had ever dreamed about and one day he wanted to meet him. Daddy wasn’t only looking for sex, although the fun they had together was amazing, Daddy was also interested in him and the thought made him feel warm inside. He had completely forgotten the interview, and even though Daddy had just reminded him, the nervousness had lessened. It was manageable now.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Peter whispered to himself and when he got up to clean himself, he could feel a single tear running down his cheek. Whoever Daddy was, Peter fell for him.

~*~

The next day Peter was sitting in the lobby of Stark Industries, the biggest tech company in the US. His hands trembled a little, but the panic wasn’t overwhelming. Daddy had cheered him up last night, assuring him he would do great and Peter believed him. He had all the qualifications necessary and now he only had to convince Tony Stark. Daddy had told him over and over again, that Peter couldn’t fuck it up if he wanted it so badly. He was burning for it and everyone would see it.

“Mr. Parker? Mr. Stark is waiting for you.” A beautiful blonde woman picked him up and led him towards an elevator. “Just get in. JARVIS will get you to Mr. Stark’s office.”

Peter smiled at her words. However the day will end, he had at least met JARVIS. “Thank you, Ma’am.”

When the elevator doors closed behind him, Peter felt the familiar nervousness coming back, but he concentrated on his breathing. He would do it. He wanted this, he just had to show Tony Stark that he was suitable for the job.”

A ping announced his arrival and he could see a familiar figure sitting behind a huge metal desk. Peter was giddy. He had admired Mr. Stark for years and this would be the time he could finally meet him. The man wasn’t looking at him, occupied with the phone in his hand.

“Mr. Parker, please take a seat.”

Oh, no. Peter froze. He knew the voice, there was no way he was wrong. “Mr. St-Stark,” Peter stuttered, and the two words were enough for the man to look up abruptly. The figure fit, but when Peter’s gaze wandered lower towards the thick thighs straining the suit pants, he knew he was right.

In the end, Mr. Stark confirmed his assumption. “Oh Sugar, I definitely didn’t expect this.”

Peter shuddered, still unsure what to do. Daddy was Tony Stark, the Tony Stark and if he played his cards right, Daddy was also his future boss. What a disaster.

#starker

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femmelixie · 4 years ago

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(continued from here) @astra-stark @itfeelssogoodmrstark

Peter’s not answering his phone.

Not that Tony really expected he would the first time, or even the second, or third, but after the seventeenth call maybe he’d realize through the haze of heat that something was wrong. Actually, Tony’s more concerned that Peter didn’t even /tell/ him his heat was coming this week and just let Tony prattle on about the Tokyo conference.

They’ve spent all Peter’s heats together, since the first one at thirteen shortly after he presented, and Peter just wanted to sleep in his Daddy’s arms, his scent that of immature, baby omega.

So why now? Tony keeps going over the question in his mind as his private jet flies them as fast as humanly possible back to New York. His first thought was that Peter had decided to spend this heat with someone else, and Tony’s blood had nearly boiled at the thought of some idiot alpha he didn’t know touching his perfect baby boy. But Jarvis had assured him that Peter was alone in the penthouse, and although his body temperature was steadily rising, there were no signs of distress or heat sickness. But Jarvis wouldn’t patch Tony through to let him talk to Peter.

“He’s asked for a complete blackout, sir,” Jarvis had said, and Tony thought he had detected a hint of apology in his voice. And since Peter wasn’t distressed, Tony didn’t have an option to override it. Damn himself for changing Jarvis’ primary objective to caring for Peter.

“What’s he doing?” Tony asks for what must be the fiftieth time, pacing the length of the plane.

“Taking care of his heat, sir,” Jarvis says patiently, same as he has the other fifty times.

Tony growls, kicking at one of the seats. That could mean anything, from sleeping to taking a bath to-other things that Tony shouldn’t think about.

They’re just approaching the states, the New York skyline faint on the horizon, when Jarvis speaks again.

“Peter is asking for you, sir. Shall I put him through?”

“Yes,“ Tony collapses into the nearest seat. “Now, right now.”

And an instant later he can hear Peter’s voice in his ear, high and needy. “Daddy, Daddy, please, oh, right there-“

“Peter?” Tony asks desperately, his body flooding cold, then hot, because that’s not his baby boy asking for Daddy to help his heat /that/ way, no it’s not, that’s just one of Tony’s twisted fantasies.

“Daddy!?” Peter gasps out in surprise, followed by a drawn out moan, and Tony’s heart is beating so fast but then Peter’s going, “Jarvis, fuck, hang up, hang up!“ and there’s a click as the call disconnects.

Tony’s breathing very shallowly. “What the fuck was that?” He asks finally, and his voice comes out deep and wrecked.

“Peter needed you to achieve release,” Jarvis says, and oh.

Oh.

Oh no.

They’re so fucked.

#starkercest #starker #omega!peter #omegaverse #*

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snowstark · 4 years ago

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TAG GAME

tagged by: @blazingparker @momothequeen134 tysm!!

Three Ships: starker, winteriron, winterspider

Last Song: blueberry eyes by MAX and suga from bts

Last Movie: oh my god please i cant believe that this has to be my answer (its @starkentrprises' fault ok) but— he's all that with addison rae LMFAOOO yes i unironically enjoyed it

Currently Reading: the midnight library by matt haig

Currently Watching: young royals (its so gay i love it)

Currently Consuming: water cuz its almost midnight? but i had so much sushi tonight omg

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#tag game #tysm for tagging me!! <3 #so glad i didn't forget to do this

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starkly · 5 years ago

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My Robo Lover

Tony's android Peter has some wires knocked out of place. He goes to fix it, but Peter's wires are apparently very sensitive...

Notes for this fic-

Peter is an android. As an android he's existed for a few months. He attends school, so could be seen as underage. Tony is his creator. Peter does not have genitals, They have wire-play sex. Warning for minor amounts of fatphobia/bullying

(For @itfeelssogoodmrstark Also wanted to be tagged: @thedeathofallsocietalnorms )

When Tony made Peter it was as nothing more than an experiment.

A way to test himself.

He had made bots, Dum-e, U, and butterfingers. With the ability to understand, and emote.

He had made AIs, Friday and Jarvis. With personalities, and interests.

But anyone who met them could tell instantly that they weren't human. It wasn't exactly subtle.

Tony thought there would be no greater show of intellect, no better display of talent, no better way to show everyone what incredible things he was capable of, than creating an android, that could fully pass as human.

So. He had gotten to work.

-----

That's how Peter began. Tony had given Peter the ability to feel and learn. To change and grow. And initially Tony viewed him on level as the cars he had put together when he was younger. More advanced, but an object, no emotional feelings when he looked at it other than pride at himself.

But that changed quickly.

Peter spent his time in the lab for a few weeks after being created, Tony wanting to make sure he functioned correctly, no bugs he hadn't noticed.

So Peter stayed there. He'd spend his time sitting on the workbenches, watching in awe as Tony worked. Asking questions about Tony's projects, learning how they worked.

At one point, while Tony was overtired, the human man stared at his work, trying to figure out how to fix it, Peter had softly suggested the answer, lilting voice higher at the end, unsure of himself. Tony looked up in surprise, before looking back down at his project, eyebrows scrunching together as he went over Peter's solution in his head.

Peter was right. And when Tony told him as much he responded with a bright, happy smile.

----

Every day Tony went to the lab, and every day the second Peter noticed him he'd give a wide smile and a timid wave.

Asking Tony about his day.

About if he'd eaten. Gotten enough sleep. Felt alright.

Tony noticed himself smiling more and more. The android was becoming more than just an experiment. He was growing on him. Slowly becoming a part of Tony's strange, handmade family, with the other AIs and Bots.

----

Then one day Tony went to the lab, and decided the initial bug testing was over.

Peter hadn't noticed him, so the android continued with what he was doing.

Peter was holding on to Dum-e with his arms and legs, silicone cheek smooshed up against the other Robot's metal arm, telling all of the Bots and Friday how amazing they were, what good company they are to him, how they and Tony are his only friends. That he loves them.

Fuck. Tony felt bad. His mind tried to argue that he had no reason to feel bad.

This is a robot. He might look like a human boy, but he wasn't.

The rest of Tony argued back that he gave Peter feelings.

The poor boy was lonely. And he didn't even realise. He hadn't known anything else.

He had a need to learn, and help others, and bond, make friends, give hugs. He needed to be somewhere he could meet new people and learn new things.

Tony cleared his throat, and Peter jumped up, rubbed the back of his neck in a self conscious gesture. Tony smiled, said hello, and went to work.

That day, Tony faked official documents for Peter. And enrolled him in school.

-----

Peter had spent a little under a month attending school, each day leaving one of Tony's less extravagant cars with a grin and an animated wave goodbye.

Heading through the doors with an excited skip in his step, hands holding the straps of his backpack.

On this day, the first class went by without issue. The teacher gave out homework, but with his android brain he likely wouldn't struggle with it at all.

When the teacher turned her back the nice boy who had introduced himself to Peter on his first day would lean over and talk to him quietly. Peter and Ned were becoming close friends very quickly! Peter wondered whether Tony would let him invite Ned to the lab.

When the bell rang Peter and Ned walked together to their lockers. Luckily for him when he arrived at school on his first day the locker next to Ned's was still unoccupied. Peter quickly claimed it, eager for a reason to spend more time with his new friend, even if it was just the walk to and from the lockers.

Peter laughed loudly with joy, jumping excitedly at one of Ned's stories. It quiet literally was one of the funniest things he'd ever heard.

Unfortunately it was at this point that one of their classmates decided to make issues.

"God, Penis, what's wrong with you? Flash walked up to the pair, addressing Peter by the rude nickname he'd picked during Peter's first week.

"Hey, lay off him!" Ned didn't take well to people bullying his new friend, and stepped in.

"Mind your business, fatso."

"Don't call him that!" Peter yelled, moving closer to flash, getting him to look away from Ned.

Flash's attention was fully on Peter now. "Or what? Freak." Flash's arms went up and shoved Peter.

Unfortunately, not being very experienced meant Peter didn't realise what Flash was doing until his head hit the lockers with a hard THUNK, sliding from there to the floor.

Flash gasped, jaw dropped and breathing unsteady, as though he hadn't realised what would happen.

"Peter? Are you okay!?" Ned was shouting with worry, looking down at his friend.

Peter's eyes opened, looking up. There was a large dent in the locker, both Ned and Flash's eyes wide with panic.

Peter tried to tell them he was fine, but he felt static in his throat as he tried to make a noise, quickly cutting himself off. His voice coming out like a broken radio, full of static and volume varying wildly, would let them know he wasn't human. He didn't want them to know that yet.

Peter brought one of his arms up to his neck, arm spasming in small, jerky movements as he did. He spread his hand out in front of his throat, telling them without words that he couldn't speak.

"Fuck," It was the first time he'd heard Ned swear. "Help me get him to the office, now!"

-----

The workers in the office tried to question him on what had happened, Ned yelling at them when they did, telling them he couldn't speak, urging them to call an ambulance quickly.

Peter's head shook quickly at that, movements still jerky, worrying to all the humans watching him, a scared look on his face. He couldn't go to a hospital. He wasn't human. They'd find out.

Ned gave a sympathetic look. He didn't know why Peter wouldn't go to a hospital. He figured Peter had his reasons, maybe it was a chronic issue? No reason to get doctors involved if he already knew what was going on.

Ned asked if calling his emergency contact would be an acceptable alternative. Peter nodded in response.

Ned demanded the workers call that very second, and after the call he sat with Peter on the visitor's seats. Ignoring the class he was missing and the trouble he'd get in for that. He couldn't leave his friend alone like this.

----

Tony arrived soon after, likely breaking several traffic laws getting there.

His entry was met with awed stares, Peter not having told Ned about his creators, and the worker who called him not realising that the Anthony S. on Peter's enrolment form was the Tony Stark.

"Peter, are you alright?" Tony sounded worried.

Peter started to bring his hand up to gesture at his neck again but Ned cut in quickly.

"He hit his head and he couldn't talk and he's been moving weird, he's going to be okay right?" Ned had somehow said that with one breath, his worry not allowing for him to take more time.

Tony looked at Ned in surprise, as though not having realised anyone else was there. "Oh. And you are...?"

Ned blushed at the attention. "I'm... I'm Ned Leeds, sir. Peter's friend. I didn't want him to be alone while he waited."

Tony looked to Peter, who nodded in confirmation. "Well, Mr Leeds. Thank you for looking after him. He'll be fine, an easy fix, he'll be back by tomorrow."

Ned looked to Peter, who now nodded at him, giving a comforting smile. Ned's shoulders drooped, the stiffness and panic oozing out of him quickly. "Okay. I'll see you then Peter." It was at this point he looked at his phone, wincing at the time. "Oh god Mrs H is gonna kill me."

Tony helped Peter up, pulling the android's arm over his shoulder to support his weight, almost carrying him as Peter's legs stayed unsteady. He looked to the worker, "I'm taking him home. And make sure this one doesn't get in trouble for looking after him. Got me?" He asked, glaring a little, finger pointing towards Ned.

The worker's head moved up and down quickly, intimidated by the powerful man.

"Good." Tony asked, walking him and Peter out the door.

----

After Tony had gotten himself and Peter settled in the car, he gave him a curious look.

"Can you really not speak?"

Peter's mouth opened and an inhuman, scratchy buzzing noise came from it. "I. C-can. BUT. Voice. Not-Not working. Not right." The static was there for every word. His voice stilted.

"Oh." Tony gave a small shocked look. "Yeah, that'd be bad to let the others hear. we still haven't decided how to introduce you officially to the world. This feels like a bad way." Tony twisted the key and his hands moved to the wheel. "Don't worry. I was being serious. We'll get you fixed up by tomorrow."

----

When they arrived at the lab Tony had Peter sit on the desk.

"I haven't had to work on you since you got booted. I can turn you off while-"

Peter shook his head, whining. He didn't want to be turned off. Didn't want to stop being, even if only for a short while.

"Okay," Tony replied. "Well this'll be a little strange for us both. Take your shirt off."

Peter complied, shirt dragged over his head an dropping to the floor. The middle of his chest had a hatch, indentations visible where it could open.

Tony took a deep breath and opened the hinge. With his other hand he grabbed a small flashlight off of the desk, clicking it on, he leaned in to look inside of Peter.

Tony's fingers moved to Peter's chest, brushing against the edge of the opening, Peter sitting up stiffly at the touch, eyes wide. Poor thing must be nervous. Tony supposes this would be the equivalent of getting a minor surgery or something equally distressing.

Tony figured he'd try to get this over with quickly, for Peter. He looked at the wires inside of Peter's chest cavity, colour coded from when he was created, to make a situation like this easier. He spotted the wires that corresponded to Peter's movements, the part they had been plugged into must have jostled when Peter hit the lockers and the wires had partially come out of their sockets. An easy fix. He'd work on the voice after that.

Tony's fingers slipped inside of Peter's chest, moving towards the sockets. Peter whined as Tony's hand moved into him.

Tony's got to where the wires had started to come loose and grabbed onto one with a steady hand, pushing it back into place. As he grasped the next one

Peter jolted and made a high pitched noise, "Hnn!"

Tony hesitated, hand still on Peter's wires. "Pete? You okay?"

Peter nodded unsteadily. "S-sensitive." He said, voice glitching.

Oh. Oh, damn. He had given Peter the ability to feel, his wires connecting his sensors to his 'brain', he hadn't considered that the wires themselves would be sensitive. He thought Peter's behaviour was simply a reaction to the concept of something inside of him, not that he could actually feel it. He hoped it wasn't hurting Peter too badly.

"We can still shut you off if you'd prefer. I'd turn you back on right after."

"No. Kee-ep going." Peter sounded a little breathy. Must just be because his voice hadn't been fixed.

Tony pressed the next few wires firmly back into their sockets in quick succession, and Peter whimpered loudly, throwing his head back. Tony felt awful at the idea that he was hurting Peter and tried to pull his hand out. At least his movements were fixed now, if not his voice. He could work on the voice after he'd had some time to prepare emotionally.

As he withdrew, his palm grazed against Peter's wires and both of Peter's hands came up in a flash to wrap around Tony's wrist, keeping his hand in place, buried inside of Peter.

Tony looked up shocked, Peter panting, not letting his hand leave.

"P-Please. Don't St-op."

Oh.

Oh fuck. "You like this, Peter?" Tony was experienced enough to recognise that expression. Peter was desperate. Peter wanted to cum. Could he cum? Tony hadn't considered sexual activities when making Peter and hadn't given him genitals because of that. Should he have? Maybe he could add some at some point if Peter wanted it.

Tony kept his eyes trained on Peter's face as he thrust his fingers gently forward, back inside Peter.

"Ahh!" Peter's crackling voice echoing around the lab, his back arching up to meet Tony's hand.

Encouraged, Tony's hand started up a steady pattern inside of Peter, caressing and rubbing against his wires, fingers brushing the metal back of Peter's chest cavity with each hard thrust.

Peter was getting close. His inexperience making the feelings overwhelming, shaking in pleasure as he felt Tony move inside of him.

Suddenly Tony's fingers took tight grip on the wire for his voice, pulled it out fully, and thrust it back in with force and speed.

"Ah, Tony!" Peter screamed, fingers clamping down on Tony's wrist, head thrown back, body arching towards Tony, legs shaking as he panted.

"Fuck." Tony groaned. Cock hard and painful inside of his pants.

"Oh... That felt so good, Tony." Peter breathed. Looking down he saw the shape of Tony's hard cock, pressing against the tight fabric confining it.

Peter slid off the table to his knees, hands going to Tony's belt.

"Let me help you with that, Tony."

#android au #wire play #starker #fic #my fic #nff #starklyfic

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sinditia · 4 years ago

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i associate you the most with The Way It Goes :”) i found you through Wouldn’t Be the Worst Thing, Stress Relief, The Sky’s the Beginning, which was all AMAZING. but The Way It Goes was such an experience for me, i subscribed to it when it was a few chapters in and it was so exciting to wait for the chapters as it came out, i remember thinking “infinity war and endgame who? this is my canon now 😂💙❤️”

thank youu!!

The Way It Goes is my baby, my pride and joy. I'm so happy it turned out well and it seems like quite a lot of people like it and associate me with it too. It was my first time writing a WIP and posting as I went. It was really fun getting all the wonderful feedback as the story progressed. I didn't have the ending figured out when i first started posting. I can't believe i had the guts to do that lol.

Stress Relief came from a dream. Like I was Peter in that situation and I woke up from it and I was like, "I need to write this". Very Stephenie Meyer of me 🤣

The Sky's the Beginning is probably the fastest fic I ever wrote. Got it done in one sitting all because of a brief exchange with @itfeelssogoodmrstark . They have a weird way of lighting up a fire in my brain and making me go on a writing frenzy 😆

(tell me the one fic you associate with my username. in exchange, i'll tell you a secret about that story)

#replies

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thestarkerisobvious · 5 years ago

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The Theme Is: Guilt

for @itfeelssogoodmrstark

Guilty was the key word.

Guilty, because he should not have had that much to drink when he found out the kid was going to be at the party.

Guilty, because he had drunk so much BECAUSE the kid had been at the party.

Guilty, because offering to give the kid a ride in his limo had been a shameless attempt to keep Peter with him, even if it was only for a few more minutes. Guilty because, when he found out where the kid WANTED to go, all he wanted to do was refuse.

Guilty, because when Happy buzzed in from the driver’s seat with the question “Heavy traffic Mr. Stark, alternate route?” and Tony had answered “Yeah, probably” that had been code for “ETA 10 minutes, need more time?” and “yes give us another half hour.” And now Happy would drive randomly for the next thirty minutes. Because even he knew what Tony wanted to do with Peter in the back of his limo.

Guilty because this “It Will Get Better I Promise” hug should have ended several

minutes ago, and yet here he was with his arm still around Peter’s shoulders, their heads very close.

Guilty, because all he wanted to do with the boy sitting next to him with his head bowed looking close to tears was pull him even closer and never, never let him go.

“I just thought I’d grow up to be better… to be smarter…” Peter said, his voice hitching.

“Hey, none of that,” Tony said, cupping Peter’s face in his hand and lifting the boy’s face up enough to look into his eyes. Then letting the guilt pull his hand away. “You are smarter… you’re the smartest guy I know. Except for me, obviously. And you’re are lightyears ahead of Quentin. The reason you can’t figure out his complicated emotional demands is not because you’re not smart enough, it’s because he’s too damn complicated. Does he even know what he wants?” Tony posited, until guilt made his mouth feel too heavy to move. Guilt because he really, really didn’t want to be talking about Peter’s boyfriend right now. Guilt because all he really wanted to do was make Quentin Beck disappear.

“He keeps telling me what to do, he keeps explaining it, but I just can’t seem to do it right…”

“Is that because he keeps changing the rules? Keeps moving the goalpost? Making it impossible to win? ‘Cause I know a little something about that…” Tony muttered. Trying to keep his hand from actively caressing the bit of Peter’s shoulder where it was resting. Trying to keep his thumb from occasionally brushing against Peter’s cheek. Trying. Failing.

“You got to be careful, kid. You can’t keep hitting your head against that brick wall and then blaming yourself that you haven’t knocked it down yet. You’ll give yourself brain damage. Next think you’ll know he’ll die in a car wreck and you’ll spend the next 10 years of your life refusing to try anything because you know you’ll never succeed.”

“Oh, Tony I’m sorry…” Peter said, suddenly distracted from his own problems and hugging Tony close again. As if the guilt couldn’t get any worse.

“Seriously, Pete, don’t make me take you back there. Happy will drive you back to your dorm, or you can crash at the penthouse. But don’t go back tonight. You both need some space. He’s got you doubting everything you do, now. I mean, I don’t know how anyone could hypnotize you into thinking you were not smart…”

“That’s just it! Every time I think I figured it out, every time I think I figured the combination out, I get something wrong! And I did everything right this time! I gave him plenty of warning, because he doesn’t like surprises. I gave him the information right after work, but not right at dinner, because he can’t handle more stress at work and he can’t handle it during a meal. I gave it to him in person because he hates finding out by phone. I told exactly when I was leaving, where I was going, and now I’m home in plenty of time and he’s still…” Peter gestured weakly at his phone, laying facedown on the seat. Tony hadn’t gotten to see the message Peter’s boyfriend sent, but he had seen the look on Peter’s face when he got it. Couldn’t un-see it.

“You keep trying to find the pattern, but maybe the pattern is chaos. You keep trying to find the combination, but maybe he isn’t a combination lock. Maybe he’s just a person who needs you to be constantly focused on keeping him happy, so you never have time to look up and realize ‘Why am I working so hard to make this man happy?’”

“He’s done a lot for me,” Peter said in a tiny voice.

“You’ve done a lot for him.”

“But that’s… relationships take work, don’t they?”

He was looking up into Tony’s face, now, his eyes glistening, his mouth only inches away from Tony’s own. And the guilt was making him sick.

“I’m not the one to ask,” he said suddenly, pulling away and leaning his head back on the seat (but keeping his arm firmly around Peter’s shoulders, squeezing him when Peter lay his head on Tony’s shoulder.) “But it seems to me, you’re doing all the work. And in the meantime you’re calling yourself ‘stupid’ and ‘selfish’ and that’s just… weird. In addition to generally being the smartest person in the room, you know, after I leave, you are always the most compassionate person in the room. You’ve got us all beat in that department, kid, hands down. Ask anybody. Anyone who can’t see how tenderhearted you are is… lying.” There, he said it. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep his contempt for Peter’s boyfriend out of his voice…

…and then, suddenly, he decided to stop trying. He sat up, looked Peter full in the face and decided his guilt could go to some alien planet and rot there.

“Peter Parker, you are quite a catch. You have an angel’s face, and angel’s heart and…” That was probably enough. He probably shouldn’t be describing Peter’s body right now. Or how much he thought about Peter’s body. Especially after dark.

“…and you have to say that,” Peter said with a little smile. Because you’re my…”

There was a moment of silence between them. Tony looked into Peter’s eyes, startled for a moment to see Peter looking directly at his mouth.

“I’m you’re what?” Tony whispered, suddenly terrified at the answer.

“You’re my mentor,” Peter suddenly, wrapping his arms around Tony’s neck and hugging him fiercely.

Tony hugged him back.

Guilt was an old friend. An old, familiar friend. An old friend that had come back to stay.

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THIS IS PART ONE TAG ME IF YOU WANT FOR PART TWO

(Because Tony is seriously showing a LOT of self-control here and WHEN has Tony been famous for self-control??)

#Guilty Tony #Tony Stark/Peter Parker #Peter Parker/Tony Stark #Peter Parker/Quentin Beck #Spiderio #TheWitchwayWritesStuff

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authoressofdarkness · 4 years ago

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Under the Covers (Chapter 1)

“Do you really think there’s any way I’ll be able to be incognito for any amount of time? Aren’t you worried my ego will feel neglected from going unrecognized so long? Maybe I’ll blow my cover because I’m too desperate for attention.” “You’re not going to be going undercover. You’re going to be assisting our undercover agent.”

AO3

Someone tell me why I do these things. I swear. Blame @itfeelssogoodmrstark. Now I’ve gotta go work on finals goddamnit-

Narcissistic.

“We need your help, Stark.”

“And why would I help you?”

Self-destructive.

“Because we need you to. And you want these assholes off the street just as bad as we do. You’re the only one in the position to make this mission happen.”

“I’m the only person you consider expendable, you mean. I put myself in danger all the time, so it’s okay for you to do it, too, right?”

Doesn’t play well with others.

“That’s not what I said.”

“And yet that’s what you meant.”

A heavy sigh on the other end. “Hear whatever you’d like, I’m not going to argue with you. I need to know if you’re willing to do this or not, because you’ll need to meet your partner-“

“Partner? I thought I was too volatile to work with others. Besides, Iron Man doesn’t need a partner.”

“Well, we don’t need you as Iron Man. We need you as Tony Stark.”

Compulsive.

“And yet I remember hearing the exact opposite a few months ago. Funny how that works,” he snarks.

“What you do in that tin can isn’t what I need right now. We need something more subtle.”

“Subtle? What about me is subtle? Agent Romanov is the epitome of subtle. Even fooled me. Try her.”

Another sigh, then: “Not that subtle. We need the built-in status and resources that you have as your… distinguished self. That’s key to this mission, as is the partner. Now if you’re gonna ask questions, can you at least come in and debrief in person so I’m not wasting more of all of our time?”

And he has more questions, so he agrees. He’s nothing if not nosy. And it’ll be fun to string Fury along just long enough to get on his nerves even if he decides not to consult on this particular mission.

Consult, of course. That’s his job. He’s too much of a mess to be an Avenger. And that’s fine with him. He likes flying solo, doing things on his own terms, most of the time.

But he has agreed to consult on some cases. Partially because he owes Fury, and he doesn’t like owing people. He’d worked hard to get out of the debt of owing people after everything that happened with Obie. But he couldn’t deny Fury had saved his ass with the whole pallidum poisoning thing. He’d likely have died if left on his own.

And, well, partially because… yeah, maybe he has a bit of a hero complex. But something bothers him too much now about standing off to the side in any serious situation.

And these mutant drugs going around were certainly a serious situation. But he didn’t understand why blasting the drug lord to hell wasn’t going to be enough to handle it.

“So what’s the big idea, Fury?” he asks, a few hours later, as the elder man finally enters the conference room -- where they’d left him waiting for way longer than strictly necessary, he’s sure. “I don’t understand what the big hoopla is. Do you really think there’s any way I’ll be able to be incognito for any amount of time? Aren’t you worried my ego will feel neglected from going unrecognized so long? Maybe I’ll blow my cover because I’m too desperate for attention.” He bats his eyes at him, pulling a mock-sad face.

Fury doesn’t look amused. He drops a file down on the table in front of him. “You’re not going to be going undercover. You’re going to be assisting our undercover agent.”

“I don’t recall agreeing to do anything yet, so careful with all those orders, cyclops.” Tony sits up, dropping the facade in favor of reaching for the file. “What is this?”

“Case overview. Read it.”

“I already know as much about it as you do.” It’s true; he’d already been looking into this particular problem on his own before Fury had contacted him to ask him about consulting. Course, the fact that their interests were overlapping was about the only thing he knew so far, aside from what he’d figured out on his own, but Fury didn’t need to know that.

“Just read it, Stark.”

Tony does. He skims the file, frowning a little as he reads. Maybe they knew a bit more than he did, then.

The head of the operation, from what they could tell, was one Quentin Beck. Or at least, he was the highest part of the food chain that they knew of for now.

He was the man that Tony had landed on, as well. But SHIELD had more on the inner workings than he did. Some of the stock houses, the loading areas, some of the runners involved in the operation. More information about where Beck stayed, what social circles he ran in. He used to be a special effects coordinator, apparently, before he was swept into the life of crime. He had a background in technology and biochemical engineering. Interesting.

His profile was even more interesting. It looked oddly similar to his, in some ways. Narcissist. Compulsive. Playboy. Doesn’t play well with others. Likes to be the center of attention. Craves power.

“Interesting profile. Let me guess, Romanov wrote it too?” Tony deadpans.

Fury narrows his good eye at him, taking the file back. “Ha-ha. Believe it or not, the similarities in your personalities are part of why we need you.”

“Why? You want me to make friends with him?”

Fury shakes his head. “Beck likes power. He craves attention. He’s smart, he’s sly, and he’s worked years to get to where he is in the food chain. He sees our agents coming from a mile away every time we try to send someone in. He knows who the moles are as soon as they poke their heads out. Two weeks ago, one of our agents went in as a fake buyer and never returned. We can’t afford to keep going like this. We’re getting nothing. We’re losing our people and countless more are dying in the streets because of the shit he’s selling.”

“I still don’t understand what this has to do with me.” Tony tilts his head. “I can’t go undercover. You don’t want me to go undercover, you don’t want me to be friends with him. Am I supposed to be your next buyer? You think he’d buy that? Or do you want me to offer him something? Because I don’t sell weapons anymore, Fury. Not even for you.”

“No weapons. Nothing like that.” Fury pauses. “The long and short is, right now, Beck is untouchable. We can’t get anyone in to get any information and no one is rolling, even the few we’ve managed to get ahold of. He’s funneling his drug money through legitimate businesses, so there’s no proof. He’s covering his tracks well. But he does have one weakness.” Fury pulls a photo out of the file and slaps it on the desk in front of him.

Tony’s eyes drop to it instinctively, and he feels his mouth go dry. It’s a boy -- a pretty boy. Springy, messy curls, Bambi eyes, pouty lips, the whole nine yards. The photo is just a headshot, but he has a feeling that he’s just as lithe and pretty the rest of the way down as he is from the top.

But he’s also young. Obviously young. Mid-twenties, at the most, although he’s struggling to believe that he’s even that old.

He forces himself to swallow, lifting his eyes back to Fury. “Is that his kid?”

Fury barks out a laugh. “No. Not his kid.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Not yet.”

That’s enough to jolt him back to his senses. Tony refocuses, raising an eyebrow. “Yet?” He doesn’t like the sound of this already.

“This is where your similarities come in handy, Stark.” Fury picks up the photo. “Beck has a penchant for pretty young things. Particularly taken pretty young things.”

“That’s sick.”

“That feeds his ego. He likes seducing them. He likes to play sugar daddy for them -- drugs or clothes or money or whatever it is they want in exchange for them making him look good and feel powerful. It’s a game to him. But he only likes high-quality things. The more powerful the men he takes them from, the better.”

“So?”

“So… we need to give him someone powerful to take him from.”

It hits him like a ton of bricks.

This is where your similarities come in handy.

Playboy.

“You can’t be serious. How old is he, twelve? I mean, really-”

“He’s twenty-three-”

“-he’s practically still in diapers. Probably still in school. Forcing him to play lap dog to someone like Beck is just… wrong.”

Fury sighs. “No one is forcing him to do anything, Stark. He knows what’s involved in the mission. I assure you no one will be making him do anything he doesn’t want to do. And he’s not still in diapers. He has a Bachelor’s in Biochemistry and is working on his Master’s.”

Tony blinks. “At twenty-three?”

“It happens. Look at you.”

Look at you.

Yeah, sure, but he’s never met anyone else near close to his level. And look at the amount of emotional damage he sustained from it.

“Fair,” is all he says aloud. “But he’s got so much potential. Surely he’s got better — less dangerous, less dehumanizing — offers. What’s he doing mixed up with SHIELD?”

“That’s for he and I to know and you to not worry about,” Fury says shortly. “All we need from you is to cohabitate and pretend to be together long enough to get Peter inside and for us to see this mission through. Are you going to do it or not?”

“Hold on, back up a sec. Cohabitate? You’re gonna make the poor kid move in with me, too?” Not that he has any qualms about giving the kid a place to live, per se — God knows he has more than enough for both of them. The space, the money, the resources. But that means he actually has to live with him.

He hasn’t had a partner in ages, one night stand or otherwise. Since his capture, he’s plagued by nightmares too much to sleep like a normal person, and letting anyone see the arc reactor or get that close to him, physically, in general is just one big no.

He and Pepper had tried, but there was just too much between them. She had a company to run. He was busy being Iron Man. They had barely seen each other. And when they had seen each other, it was always just… fighting about something or the other. That he was too reckless. That he was too isolated. That he didn’t trust her, that he needed therapy, that the way he lives is unhealthy, that he missed this or that meeting, that he drinks too much, that he just hid too much stuff.

She wanted to change him, and he couldn’t let her do it. He wasn’t ready. And part of him knows it’s stupid, unsustainable, unhealthy. But he’s not ready to face it all either. He still cares about her, of course, and she’s still the CEO of Stark Industries, and doing a damn good job at it. But the likelihood there’ll ever be a future there is slim to none. He knows that now.

Fury’s voice snaps him back to the present. “It has to look serious, Stark. He can’t just be a fling. Beck won’t take interest in that. We’ve already laid the groundwork for making him move in and making the whole shebang look believable. Now you just need to do your part. Let him stay with you at least a few nights a week, make a few public appearances together, and let him do his job. No one is saying you actually have to sleep with him -- although I admit I hadn’t expected you to seem so turned off from the idea.”

Tony doesn’t dignify that with an answer. “Are you sure this is the only option? Why can’t I just blast him into next week? Or you send Romanov in with her sweet talking to… I don’t know, poison his drink or something?”

Fury sighs. “We need to know what he knows. We need to know more about where the drugs are coming from. How. Why. Who’s involved. Everything. We only get one chance at this, Stark. You know how it works. He’s the highest person we know of that we have a chance of reaching. If he slips away, we’ll have to start over. We lose all our leads. More people die. This could give us everything we need to know. But he has to come to us. And the only way to get him to do that is bait.” He sets the picture back down on the table, jamming his finger into the middle of the kid’s forehead. “He’s fully prepared to do whatever it takes to do so. Are you, hero?”

Hero. It’s not said scathingly, exactly, but it’s clearly a challenge, all the same. A muscle in Tony’s jaw jumps before he forcefully unclenches it, letting out a breath. “So do I get to get his name before he moves in with me, or…?”

Fury smirks. He turns back to face the door he’d come through, raising his voice. “Parker!”

A moment later, the door opens again. This time, it’s the kid from the picture who enters.

He looks even more baby-faced in person. And yeah, he’s definitely just as lithe and gorgeous as Tony had imagined he would be. Great. Good to know.

He approaches the table they’re sitting at with short, fast strides, hands gripping the strap of the duffel bag over his shoulder. He was already packed. They certainly banked on him saying yes, didn’t they?

He comes to a stop beside Fury, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he stands there. “Hi!” he chirrups. “I’m Peter. Peter Parker. Big fan, by the way.”

Aaaand he’s a fanboy too. This just gets better and better.

“Tony Stark. But you knew that, I suppose.” He looks pointedly at Fury. “You’re going to send him undercover? You sure about this?” He just seems so… pure. Happy and outgoing and young and probably way, way too naive to be mixed up with SHIELD’s shenanigans.

“As sure as I was the first three times you asked.” Fury fixes him with one of his looks. “Are you gonna take him home or not?”

Take him home. Like he’s a puppy or something. Jesus.

Though puppy certainly wasn’t what Peter is thinking, if the way his cheeks color slightly is any indication. This kid is going to be the death of him, isn’t he?

“Yeah, I suppose so.” He stands, pushing the thoughts away. “You ready, kid?”

“All set, Mr. Stark.” Peter starts to make his way around the table, and Tony turns towards the door.

“You can’t do that,” Fury says, stopping them both in their tracks. “You’re gonna blow cover before you even establish it.”

Tony turns back to face him, exasperated. “We haven’t even left yet!”

“And you’re calling each other by formalities, walking with six feet of space between you, and letting him carry his own bag. Really, you’re not off to a great start.”

“What do you want me to do, hold his hand and shower him with kisses? We literally just met.”

Fury rolls his eye. “I know this is going to be hard for you, but don’t be so dramatic. You have to act like a normal, healthy couple. You don’t have to make out on the street, but you could walk beside the kid, for God’s sake.”

“I’m not normal or healthy anything. You should know that -- isn’t that what your agent said?”

Fury ignores him, standing up. He looks at Peter. “Better control your boyfriend, kid, before he blows your cover. I’ll call you when we’ve got a place for you to start.” With that, he turns on his heel and leaves.

They both stare at him as he leaves. It’s silent for a long moment before Peter turns around to face him, color still lingering slightly in his cheeks. “So, uh… ready to go, Mr.- uh… Tony?”

“Yeah. Yeah, let’s go, kid.” Tony lets out a breath and heads for the door, but at a slower pace this time, letting Peter fall into step with him. He opens the door for him, then follows him out and leads the way back to his car. This… this is going to be something, but he isn’t sure if fun is the right word for it.

What had he just gotten himself into?

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starkeristheendgame · 5 years ago

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I just thing the world needs more Peter Parker with nipple piercings kinda fanfics

You know what? I'd rather eat nothing but onions for the rest of my life than get a nipple piercing, but I wholly agree with you.

Peter turning 18 and going with MJ. They're sensitive and he has to wear pasties under the suit and he has Constant Fear over them getting ripped out but fuck if they don't feel so good when he or Tony plays with them.

Tattoo and Florist AU where Tony looks like he belongs in an office not a tattoo studio and Peter looks like he belongs in a rock band not a flower shop, but that's okay because they fall head over heels for each other anyway when Tony pierces his chest, and Tony knows hows sensitive they are so he tongues them each time he fucks Peter and it makes him howl.

Tony discovering Peter's pierced nips through various means. Peter forgetting and walking around shirtless, Tony needing his measurements, Tony patting him on the chest and catching those shiny, g-spot nips.

Fuck but there are so many ways you could write about nip piercings.

@starkerflowers @itfeelssogoodmrstark @cagestark @trashystarker are some v, v good authors who I think could work some real magic with nip piercing fics 💝

#starker #starker headcanons #ironspider #ironspider headcanons #tony stark/peter parker #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #peter x tony

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The Heart Wants What It Wants // ao3

When peter got that e-mail saying he was invited to an engagement party, he didn’t imagine it would be from the man he’s been having an affair with for 5 months. (wc : 9’669)

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Who Is He ? (Who I Am ?) // ao3

When Tony introduces Harley to Peter, it does not really end up with both of the boys becoming best friends. But it's not Peter's fault if he can't stand seeing that other teen being close to his mentor. It's also not his fault if he can't contain the jealousy, the pain and the sarcastic comments. He's just a boy in love after all. (wc : 19’926)

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My Heart Is Yours, So Hold Me Forever // ao3

[for itfeelssogoodmrstark] The day Tony first helped Peter with heart palpitations is also the day they said 'fuck it' and got together. The day Peter helped Tony with one of his many panic attacks is also the day they understood sharing pain is also what love is about. (wc : 4’906)

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Cuddles and Antibiotics // ao3 [with professional-benaddict]

“Why do I feel bad when I’m sick? You give me lots of cuddle when I’m sick. So if I wasn’t feeling bad, I would have loved being sick.” Little Peter gets a nasty bacterial infection, but luckily he has two adoring Daddies who will help make him better. Lots of fluff and comfort! (wc : 6’814)

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When They Confuse Possessiveness for Protection // ao3

It's Truth or Dare time, Nat has to kiss Peter's neck. Someone in the room doesn't like it. Someone in the room is gonna drink too much and do something they shouldn't. (wc : 3’572)

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You’re a Sin (It’s a Good Thing I Was Always a Sinner) // ao3

Tony made a bit of a mess, so naturally he cleans it. And the fact that mess was made inside of his boyfriend's ass just adds more fun to it. (wc : 2’345)

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Isn’t Not What It Is (Or Is It ?) // ao3

Peter has the biggest crush on Tony Stark, or like some would say, he's completely in love with him. That's why Peter feels like he's gonna burst from happiness when the man invites him to a fancy restaurant. It just doesn't end with a lovely kiss and a date for their next rendez-vous. (wc : 4’684)

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Idiots In Love // ao3

Tony gets hurt. Peter is scared and suddenly, those three words are the only thing he can think about.(wc : 3’231)

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Daddy’s Boy // ao3

Peter plays sick because he wants his dad to take care of him and- then it's just Tony spiraling into struggling and miserably failing to resist his son (wc : 2’524)

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The Whole Hallway Smells Like Cum // ao3

Tony always knew he has done many things he's not proud of in his life, but this- this reached a whole new level. (wc : 1’208)

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What Happened Next Is History // ao3

Peter catfishing Mr. Stark, his history teacher until they both fall in love. (wc : 1’985)

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Oink Daddy Oink // ao3

[for my fellow asylum storker lovers] What could Tony do when he finds his boyfriend lying naked on their bed with what seems to be pig ears, nose and tail except to have sex with this sweet piggy boy ? (wc : 2’293)

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Ski Trip

It’s Peter’s birthday and Tony invites the team for a ski trip. Spoiler : he can’t ski for shit. (wc : 661)

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I Wrote You a Song

Peter has been in love with Tony Stark since the day he was able to think on his own. (wc : 681)

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Body Swap

[answered an ask from starkeristheendgame] Peter finds himself in Pepper’s body. And so far, Pepper has been the only one with the privilege of kissing Tony Stark. (wc : 681)

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Sweet Thing

Peter’s waiting for his Daddy in cute satin clothes. But Tony is in a playful mood (read : in a torture-that-boy mood) (wc : 735)

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Glory Hole

Tony finds out his mentee works in a glory hole house. (wc : 427)

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Peter’s Obvious Crush

Im always in needs of Peter having a huge obvious crush on Tony Stark. (wc : 299)

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King!Tony And Knight!Peter

Tony likes to tease that young shy new knight. But maybe that cute thing isn’t that useless to the kingdom. (wc : 358)

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Bad Use Of a Washing Machine

Peter uses his dad dildo but then it’s not enough and he comes up with something a bit… creative. (wc : 467)

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Domestic Life

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Drunk Peter Sexting Tony

Plug Crack

Cheating!Tony

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#my masterlist broke lmao jdkfkf #i need new ones #so here it is #fanfic one #starker #leah writes sometimes #starker fanfictions

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