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obligatorynasty · 2 years ago

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Hi, previous anon here! Hm, if we are talking about really smutty prompts, maybe cumflation with Starker? If that works for you :) PS: I ADORE your stories!!!

Little Blue Prototype

--starker, nff, cumflation--

“I’m sorry, run that by me again,” Peter pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply, “You did what?” He stared at his boyfriend with exasperated eyes, his gaze rapidly flickering to the lab table, the empty test tube, and then back to Tony.

“Engineered my own blue pill, took the prototype, currently testing the side effects, yada, yada, science,” Tony shrugged, wiping his arm across the sweat beading at his forehead. “May have miscalculated the dosage,” He puffed out a heavy exhale, tapping at the hologram screen floating beside him to check the temperature. “When did it get so hot in here? FRI, bring the arctic.”

“Yes, boss,” FRIDAY chimed over the lab speaker as Peter rolled his eyes. “Tony it’s already 68 degrees in here. You’re either having old man hot flashes or a heart attack,” He gave a threatening grin, crossing his arms. “If it’s a heart attack, I’ll kill you.”

Tony laughed, slumping down against a lab stool, “Hot flashes, plausible. Heart attack, unlikely. Although – and you’ll have to excuse my language here—”

Peter interrupted with a dramatic snort, “Oh my god, you are dying.”

“—my cock may just pack its fucking bags, fall off, and go on sabbatical if I don’t have the best orgasm of my life in the next five minutes. Actually… you know, let’s make that four." He shook his head, shucking his jacket and tossing it against the desk with a hefty breath. "You know what, no, three.”

Peter glanced down, catching sight of Tony’s tenting pant zipper before meeting his gaze again, leveling a look of suspicion. “Did you make this little blue prototype because of what I said yesterday night?”

“You try having your young boyfriend ask for more sex and not be able to deliver,” Tony chuckled, groaning as he wiped more sweat from his forehead, a knit in his brow, fanning himself with his hands. “You’d be playing mad scientist too.”

“Tony, you’re supposed to be a genius,” Peter sighed, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to Tony’s lips, pulling away just inches from his face. “You don’t always have to fuck me, you know? You can just touch, or watch, honestly anything would be fine as long as it’s me and you figuring it out. You don't have to worry about stuff like this.”

“Wow, Pete, you-” Tony paused, laughing at himself as he shook his head. “I’ve really gone and done it this time, haven’t I?”

“Yeah,” Peter smiled back, bringing his hand to Tony’s jaw. “But we shouldn’t waste a good opportunity, right?” He dropped his voice low, stealing another kiss, this one deeper and wetter than the last, before slowly pulling away. “We’ve got a prototype to test, Mr. Stark.”

“I love you,” Tony blurted out as he rushed over to a small drawer at the bottom of his desk. “Have I told you that before?”

Peter laughed, pulling at his jean button, “I remember you saying something like that a few months ago.”

“Good,” Tony returned, a bottle of lube in one hand, while the other worked on his pant zipper. “I mean it.”

“I love you too,” Peter could feel his face flush. No matter how many times they joked around, those words still made his heart race and they probably always will. “You’re such a big sap.”

“Pot meet kettle,” Tony quipped, an arrogant smirk tugging on his lips as his eager hands made their way to Peter’s waist, rushing to pull down on his jeans and briefs, leaving them at his knees. “But you’re right,” He nodded, freeing his cock from his suit pants. “I am a big sap for you, Pete – so I promise to do everything you want later.”

Peter gave a playful gasp. “A lab quickie, Mr. Stark?” He teased, turning around to bend over the lab desk, swaying his hips gently. "Just can't wait to have me, can you?"

“Guilty,” Tony admitted, not bothering to play any of their usual flirtatious games as he hastily lubed his fingers and worked them into Peter’s hole with relative ease.

The effortless stretch was a perk from yesterday night’s events, which Peter found himself breathing a sigh of relief for, considering how quickly everything was heating up. He couldn’t hold back his moans from the push and pull of the hurried finger fucking. How could he? There was something so tantalizing about Tony's haste. He usually took his time with things, but this was different. Peter was convinced that the prototype dosage was too high, might not even be safe for consumption with how fast Tony was in getting his cock lined up with his entrance.

Still, it was thrilling; the way Tony grabbed onto his hips and sank inside, breathing out that deeply satisfied groan that rang in Peter's ears like siren song. Pleasure shooting up his spine as Tony pushed right against his favorite spot – the spot that never failed to have him moaning with shaky legs and squeezed-shut eyes. Had him trembling as Tony began pistoning his hips, fucking into Peter’s tight heat with an unusual vigor, rapidly dragging against that bundle of nerves and making Peter see stars much faster than normal.

“Oh my god, Tony!” Peter screamed, dropping his forehead onto the lab desk, his mind overrun with the sensation of his boyfriend’s cock. “It’s so good!”

“You too, baby, fuck-” Tony grunted, ceaseless in his thrusting, huffing out strained breaths with each forward flick of his hips. “You’re so good,” He mumbled out, brow furrowed, recklessly yanking against Peter’s waist. “Gonna come inside, baby.”

“Mhmm, please, please,” Peter whined, throwing his hips back to meet Tony in the middle, focused on getting his boyfriend off more than his own hardness hanging between his thighs. Once this prototype was out of his system, they could go to the penthouse, fuck nice and slow on Tony’s bed, or maybe he would make Tony watch this time. Yeah. That thought was enough to make him feel lightheaded, swimming in the pleasure of each rushed thrust.

And just as Peter lost himself in his thoughts, Tony brought him back to the present by bottoming out. The sound of his enraptured groan was more music to Peter’s ears. Made him release his own lust-drunk moan, trembling as Tony came, feeling the warmth of his cum hitting him deep inside, filling and… wait, filling?

Peter gasped, surprised that it wasn’t stopping, why wasn’t it stopping?

“Tones, what’s-”

“Won’t… stop,” Tony muttered out between a taut breath, his hands rigid at Peter’s sides like his body was locking up. “Fuck- sorry, Pete, I-”

Peter would be lying if he said panic wasn’t his first reaction, and his second. The flow of cum just wasn’t stopping. It felt fiery and heavy in his gut, a constant stream of pumps that flooded his stomach, building pressure against his abdomen. Panic might have been his third reaction too, because it was happening fast, so fast that Peter couldn’t even think to pull away. Not that he had anywhere to run. He was stuck between Tony and the desk, and all he could think about was how much pressure was on his belly as the cum continued to flow.

“I- I’ll pull- out.”

Tony’s strained words were what brought on Peter’s fourth reaction: “Don’t!”

It surprised them both. Tony’s cock was still filling every crevice of Peter’s insides, causing his stomach to dome heavy from the gravity of being bent over. Yet, something about being helplessly pumped full of cum had Peter’s body buzzing with arousal, so Tony stayed buried inside until the very last drop forced its way out.

Tony took a deep breath, running a gentle hand up and down Peter's side, “You okay, baby? Your stomach is… it’s um… wow.” Tony was speechless as he trailed his fingers on the edge of Peter's belly. “I should pull-”

“Not yet,” Peter whined, desperately clinging to the full sensation as he reached a hand between his legs and began palming at his cock.

Tony inhaled sharp, probably working his way through his own chain of reactions as he rambled out, “Ok, that’s- wow, yeah, um- Pete, baby, let me, c’mere.” He leaned forward, pulling Peter upright with his cock still inside, reaching around to stroke his hand over Peter’s length.

“Tones,” Peter shuddered, his eyes flickering downward, finally getting a good look at himself – a good look at his stomach, the swell of it. Fuck. It felt so good. Too good. Shamefully good. A moan fought its way out of him, involuntary feedback to his torrid arousal mixing with the heady pleasure from Tony’s hand thumbing against the slit of his cock. He was close, barely able to feel the tension of his near orgasm amid the absolute stretch of his gut and the warm slosh of cum that did it.

“Getting off from being all filled up by me, baby?” Tony whispered, catching Peter so off guard that his entire body flinched, tensing and untensing all at once.

“Uhn… Tony!” Peter moaned, coming ribbons against the lab desk, feeling high from the sensation of his own clenching, making the full feel even fuller. “Mmm… pull out, pull out,” He mumbled, wanting to feel the complete release in the midst of his climax.

And Tony quickly complied, pulling his cock away with a soft grunt, but keeping his hands steady on Peter’s waist as it all flowed out.

“Oh- oh my god, Tony,” Peter whimpered as it streamed down his thighs, drenching and pooling in his briefs and jeans where they sat around his knees, sopping into the fabric and leaving his inner thighs wet and sticky with Tony’s cum.

As the swell slowly waned and Peter got used to the feeling of cum-soaked socks, he felt the embarrassment catch up with him because he was a little too into that; a little too desperate for it, a little too eager about it, a little too-

“So the prototype was a success, right?” Tony asked, causing Peter to abruptly turn around in surprise.

“You think so?” He grinned, feeling red in the face from his new found desires and the sheer amount of wetness on his legs. “You liked it too?”

“I might fine tune out the heart attack symptoms, but yes, Pete, I liked it,” He smiled. “A lot.”

“Ok, well, you know fine tuning usually requires iterative testing?”

Tony belted out a laugh, pulling Peter into a quick kiss, “Yes, we can do it again. Is that what you want me to say, hm?”

Peter smirked, “You said it first.”

I hope you enjoyed the fic! It turned out longer than I thought it would but the words finally came to me and voilà, smut! :D

#starker #obligatorywrites

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drkoestersmithrpg · 2 years ago

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What I need (really silly)

Need: Someone to go to Starkerisobvious and post SOMETHING like this

I’m in a certain kind of mood. I need all Starker writers far and wide to post links to their dirtyest, nastyest, most GRAPHIC smut possilbe. The longer the read the better - it’s Thanksgiving. I need something to read.

WHY:

So when I was online igging through my archive (which I FINALLY figured out how to get to - left myself a little tutorial for the next time I forget) I also went through my drafts - I found a LOT of things I hadn’t finished.

This is the ask - then when I get the anon ask I’ll post the list and you’ll see what I’ve linked to.

This is it:

starkerprince Jul 12

Give me tumblr & A03 links to the dirtiest, the filthiest, the most descriptive and lengthy starker smutty fics in the comments please >:] im trying to teach my bestie the ways of writing some spicey ass lemons for roleplay and one of the best tools is sending good fics for her to read. Ehehhe.

But - the reason I don’t think it would be wise to post THIS draft NOW is because I am PRETTY SURE they aren’t seeing anyone right now, and I don’t want to bring back bad memories. They are pretty miserable all the time anyway.

ANYWAY - I feel VERY silly asking, but I alreay tried asking myself and I can’t.

Thanks for being my partner in crime!

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blushing-starker · 4 years ago

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don't expect that line I previously mentioned because I'm chaotic and forgot about @starkerfestivals amazing omegaverse week since it goes hand in hand with finals and my brain only fit one of these events in my mental planner

Today's theme is heat/rut and it's slightly nff, has some sexual teasing but nothing too explicit. I'd rate this teen, is all I'm saying. I apologize for any writing mistakes, I'm finishing this at 11pm before collapsing in my bed.

Tagging @vaguekiwi cuz I mentioned this to her today

Needy little alpha

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Tony wakes up to a purring alpha throwing himself on top of his defenseless body with the force of a freight train driven by a drunk man on drugs. Peter's been told a thousand times before how yes, he may be as heavy as a goddamn feather, but it still aches when that super strength plops down and refuses to let the victim's lungs function adequately. But his boyfriend is a sadist who loves cuddles and making Tony suffer.

"No."

"You love my cuddles," it's true, they bring him pain and purple bruises everywhere but there's nothing quite as soothing as a content alpha kneading like a kitten at his chest, " and you know it. "

"Uh, that's false. Never said I love cuddles. I tolerate your octopus habits, there's a difference." Peter leans back with a pout and teary eyes, wobbles that God forsaken bottom lip like he always does whenever Tony denies the kid something and presents a challenge.

Nimble fingers slide up into, unfortunately, silver hair and nonononono that's unfair. He snarls, tries to infuse the air with as many displeased pheromones as possible so Peter can take a hint when nails scratch right above his nape and Tony's done. Unravels at this hobgoblin's feet and he's half way sure his soul goes out in a huff as little circles are pressed into the exact spot that causes him so much neck pain.

Peter unashamedly preens when Tony melts into their bed and starts pawing at him for more cuddles. "Say you love my cuddles and I won't leave the bed for an hour. Throw in a kiss and I'll rub your back."

He hates(loves) this kid. Hates(loves) how he sing songs as soon as the situation doesn't favour the actually responsible adult in the relationship. Hates(loves) the way Peter never misses the places that leave him sinking into fluffy pillows. Hates how, oh that's nice.

There are tiny kisses littered on a chest glowing blue, small indentations from teasing lips pressed into spread arms and cold hands.

"Ruts gotten you needy, huh, little alpha?" Not that this one was any different from all the other ruts they've shared since dating. Tony secretly adores Peter like this, extra affectionate the minute his shyness and fear of outside criticism is washed away, replaced with the need to shower his omega in love and attention. Yes, Peter has his heart 365 days of the year. Yes, he'd die for his tiny spiderling no matter what.

But this is just really nice, ok? Previous lovers were rarely alphas so this ritual of gluing their bodies together when rut came was an added benefit to being with Peter. That and the hormones he let out while happy soothed Tony to no end.

Peter nips at his finger, still a bit too early on for him to accept the nicknames. He blushes though, a pale pink highlighting a face much more lovely than the cherubs painted on the cathedrals of Rome. Jesus, he's whipped and all they've done is cuddle.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

"I love your cuddles. Cherish them. Want them every day for the rest of my life. But I love you, my needy little alpha with a fantastic," there's a pillow smashed against his face.

"If you say dick, I'm climbing down to wrestle Bucky and I won't let Karen record it for your spank bank. " Oh, that's a low blow.

He relaxes, let's Peter sink into him with a startled yelp, rolls them over, sits on the kid's lap and clamps his knees around a trim waist. Peter may be Spider-Man, but he's Tony Stark and Tony Stark doesn't lose in bed.

Well. Not unless he wants to.

"You do that and you can say hello to your toy, the one I know is stashed in your old room under the bed in a comic book box, because that'll be the only thing helping you out when the rut really hits." Will Tony suffer immensely if that happens? Yes. He's a sucker for a needy Peter being ridiculously horny and possessive. Thing is, you don't threaten a man's spank bank. No sir. Everything else is fair play. His carefully organized folders of viewing material are not to be messed with.

Peter's blush is on full blast, spreads over a long neck and absolutely delicious, no. Be strong, Tony.

"You know about the toy?" It's a squeak, normal voice rocketing upwards thanks to the position Tony's ass is in and the knowledge that his secret is out. Which wasn't even a secret to begin with anyway because Tony is in love with the only genius not smart enough to erase his browser history in the lab's computer. Which Tony uses. Routinely. Every day.

"Know about it? I've seen it. You left it out once, all used up on your bed while you were showering. You remember that, don't you? We had sex in the bathroom that day. Bruised my back and everything?"

Peter furrows his brow, works a plush lip and no, look away, Tony, look away. The kid is sin and indulgence and heaven and no.

"Oh. Oh." Whenever he thinks his boy can't go any redder, Peter busts out a new shade of pink.

"Yup. So. I'm pretty sure this is what you wanted in the first place. Maybe it wasn't your intention," he stresses when Peter's already launching up and nearly throwing him off in an attempt to reassure Tony that wasn't his purpose with the cuddles, "but you certainly wouldn't have minded this outcome. And by this outcome I mean my incredible ass on top of that fantastic dick."

Peter tries to suffocate with a pillow held over his face.

"You've got two choices, kid. You threatened the spank bank. The teasing is fine, you know I love when my pretty kitty shows his claws," a hand slaps his arm, makes him grin, " But threatening such an integral part of my mental stability? Wrong move, Queens. You aren't getting any until tonight, not even so much as a French kiss will be given. Unless you let me bite a mark on that amazing neck and don't push me away when I nuzzle you in front of the team. "

Well. Now he's definitely being thrown off of Peter's lap.

He lands on the other side of the bed with a groan, is assaulted by a whining Peter intent on receiving something to further postpone the urge for sex that's sure to hit him soon enough.

An alpha, Tony's learned, will usually be very cuddly and affectionate the first few days of a rut week. Then the possessive, protective side will slowly emerge. Nests of pillows, couch cushions, blankets and favorite pieces of clothing appear on the fourth sunrise. The next morning comes with the need for relief, for intimacy and a marathon of sex that'll leave any supersoldier exhausted by the end of it. The resulting days offer comfort, an aftercare of sorts, where the alpha and their partner show a soft affection similar to the beginning. Nests are utilized and bodies soothed. It lasts, at most, a week and the majority of the population only has to take slightly increased portions of food.

That's for people without the metabolism of four grown men.

Peter needs sex, as much as possible, so the itch for urgent intimacy doesn't result in Tony tackled to the floor of the lab in the middle of an experiment every day of the week. It's like giving him nicotine patches instead of a cigarette.

So now he's whimpering, tugging on Tony's clothes just a little too hard if the ripping sound is any indication.

"...sorry, Tony..."

"It's fine, I've got more. I'm not letting this go though. The teams' seen us fuck against a wall, their opinion and respect, your worth, didn't change. So come on. Just one little mark. One. And Bucky nuzzles Steve and Sam all the time. Hell, Pepper sometimes nuzzles me when I'm stressed out. Please, baby? "

There it was; Tony's secret weapon. Peter blushed like a virgin on a wedding night whenever he used pet names, but the genius knows his boyfriend enjoys the familiarity and subtle intimacy. Felt reassured that they were a romantic couple and not a mentor fucking his protege.

The kid nibbles at his neck, wraps gangly limbs around a body that's always been his to take comfort in. "Just one mark? And light, I mean it, Tony, light nuzzling in front of the team. For today. Then I can get what I want?"

He snorts, can't fully comprehend how the universe paired him up with someone so intent on making Tony's joints ache and creak. "Yeah, we can have sex later, Mr Charming. Subtle as brick, that Spider-Man. Let's go get you cleaned up, make sure that rut has a hard time getting my boy under the weather."

He goes to get up. He leans forward. He cannot, in fact, leave the bed.

Peter bites with a bit more pressure, drops his hips down harder and Jesus Christ, they're never seeing the light of the kitchen if his boyfriend can't wait til it's dark.

"Or..."

"I'm an old man, I need protein before you go jumping tired bones that have to spend two hours updating your suit." Ok, so maybe he's slightly bitter and annoyed at not having enough stamina (or refractory period, for that matter) to keep up with a repressed teenage superhuman. It's not his fault Pepper keeps bringing Krispy Kreme donuts to the office meetings.

It'd be rude not to eat with the others anyway.

"You don't have to do anything." Ah, it's one of those ruts.

Tony softens, smoothes a hand down a back that could hold a plank under a five story building with ease, kisses a heated cheek.

"Needy little alpha." It's his turn to whisper and nuzzle against soft skin.

"Kind, not so little omega?" Tony laughs, presses their lips together so Peter can see what's it like to taste a smile radiating with joy and love. Slowly clicks the button on the nearest nightstand; unless someone is dying , it'll just be the two of them in the room.

(There was an incident once. Groot may have been traumatized by a situation involving superstrength, webs and the Ironette costume Tony only adored when it adorned Peter's body.)

"I do so love my needy little alpha needing me, don't I?"

His boyfriend blinks, grins at Tony as if he's just hung the moon and stars for his spiderling and ok, a little sex early in the morning isn't that bad.

"You love my cuddles too."

"Shut up and kiss me, Queens. I'm not getting any-"

They don't talk about anything too important after that.

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A little sex early in the morning actually is that bad when you miss a meeting with the U.N and show up smelling like sex, infatuation and, oddly enough, strawberry.

Rocket doesn't stop teasing for months.

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petercherryparker · 2 years ago

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Finally, finally Peter convinces Mr. Stark to give him that big cock. After months of light messing around, flirtations, and hints of foreplay that went nowhere they’re finally taking that step when someone walks in on them. Said person screams and turns around to leave demanding to talk to them but when Tony tries to pull away Peter stops him. He rolls them over and starts riding him for all he’s worth moaning out apologies while holding him down “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry Mr. Stark…I can’t stop…it feels too good.” Tony initially tries to weakly object but the sight of a begging, desperate Peter whimpering and whining for his cock is just too delicious.

My dubcon Starker thoughts for the day.

#starker #starker prompt #starker fic #dubcon #smutty smut smut #peter x tony

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3xamenace · 9 months ago

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eager

soft smutty starker // top!Peter x bottom!Tony

Peter's an eager lover, Tony learned quickly.

he's careful, of course, he doesn't want to hurt Tony (it doesn't really matter if Tony does enjoy a more painful sex). his are soft, taking time to make sure he's open and ready. Peter's far from small, the stretch's addicting. the eagerness coats everything, it feels like Peter wants to make him cum in one noght more than he did his whole life.

such a lovely thing, Tony thinks, Peter's a good lover. inexperienced as he is, it's so gentle and lovely.

Tony doesn't want to have anyone else in his life.

#starker #starker blog #starker fanfiction #starker smut #soft smut #sot soft SOFT

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dorian-they-ao3 · 3 years ago

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Starker prompt ✨

do your worst

“Oh shit, Mr Stark! Did I hurt you?”

“Not a scratch, kid. Really, I doubt you could hurt me if you tried.”

“You sure, Mr. Stark?”

“Yep. Go ahead, Pete.”

“Okay…”

…

“Ah! Super strength. Forgot. About. The super strength.”

#feel free to make this smutty or fluffy or angsty or whatever #I just have too many concepts in my drafts otherwise I’d write something 😂#starker fan fic #starker #peter parker #tony stark #marvel #mcu

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bislytherinstarkerfangirl · 3 years ago

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Starker, back to school

I saw an add on TV the other day about back to school stuff (haven't they only just left?), and it gave me an idea. And I thought Peter would be about 15 in this? So maybe Peter gets really anxious and maybe crying about going back to school in a shop (maybe M&S, what's the American version?) changing rooms, because he doesn't want to not spend all day, everyday with his daddy. Tony has to excuse himself away from other parents to go into the changing room to check on him, just to see his baby boy crying, so Tony naturally wants to comfort Peter. Tony ends up giving Peter a blowjob or something because he has to comfort his baby. against the changing room mirror. Peter has to stifle his whines and cries of "daddy" by biting his hand or wrist because the only thing separating them from the shop employees and other shoppers is the flimsy floor length curtain. If Peter's still crying it's for a completely different reason. And maybe one of the employees ask what happened to his hand/why there’s a purple bite mark/bruise.

#Starker fandom #starker #daddy!tony #smutty #starker fanfic idea #what do you think?#back to school #someone please write a fic #starkercest #peter is 15 #no minors #nff #starker nff #starker incest

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notcanoncompliant · 5 years ago

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Peter buys Tony a Father's Day card

Is this a smut prompt or IronDad cuteness

#starker #just sayin #i tried writing it and did a lot of stoned laughing #you would not believe the father's day card i found for inspo #and you can bet your bottom dollar id write it smutty

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starkerfilth · 5 years ago

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hacker!peter ; officer!tony

(AN: okay so hear me out... nobody asked for this but i made this moodboard on a whim and got inspired. so here's completely self-indulgent hacker!peter and officer!tony, enjoy! you might have to click the moodboard to see it in better quality ;;)

Part 1 / Part 2

It was hard to believe. The boy looked so innocent. And yet—there was no doubt. That wicked grin as Tony had pulled him away from the computer; the cardboard boxes and bottles of spray paint in the cramped apartment. This had to be their culprit.

But they'd been sitting here for two hours, just Tony and Peter (if that really was his name) and the security camera that had stopped working a few years ago and had never been replaced. No progress. Just taunting, lies and innocent smiles on Peter's side. Growing exasperation on Tony's.

"How did you know the code?"

The spider—the boy, because if the files were correct (which Tony doubted), he was 17—smiled.

"I don't know."

"You don't know," Tony deadpanned. "You don't know how you got into a classified space that you shouldn't even be aware of? You don't know how you got the code right when there would have been a million possible combinations?"

"No, I don't know, Officer. I wouldn't do a thing like that on purpose, that's for sure."

Peter's voice was soft and hurt.

Tony wanted to growl. Instead, he kept his voice levelled as he leaned close enough to feel Peter's calm breath fan against his skin. "I don't believe you."

"Ask me anything, sir. Anything." There was a glint in Peter's eyes that Tony was too tired to analyze.

The officer furrowed his brows. "I already asked you."

Peter's eyes widened innocently.

"What?"

Tony gritted his teeth. Peter's eyes followed his movements as the officer leaned over the heavy desk.

His act was fucking perfect.

Tony slammed on hand on the table and gripped the collar of Peter's shirt with the other.

"I. Asked. You," He pushed the words through his teeth. "How. Did. You. Know. The. Fucking. Code?"

The boy didn't even blink. "I don't know what you're talking about, Officer."

Tony yanked Peter up by the collar. The boy made a strangled noise, fearful eyes darting from Tony's face to the surveillance camera.

"I don't think this is standard procedure, sir," He croaked out.

"How did you know the code?"

Peter's handcuffs clattered. "I don't know."

Hand still clenched around the collar, Tony dragged the boy across the room until he had him pressed against the concrete wall. "How did you know?"

Peter pressed his lips together, tilting his head away from the officer. Tony forced it back; made the boy look at him.

"What a suggestive position you and I are in, Officer."

Tony slammed a hand against the wall right next to the boy's head. "Answer my goddamn question."

He watched him take a deep breath, putting his innocent face back on, so Tony cornered him even more, body flat against the culprit’s. “Answer,” He hissed.

Suddenly, Peter's body tension slackened. His handcuffs rattled as he relaxed against the wall. "Okay, I lied."

Tony raised a brow. As to say, go on. His hand was still tight on the collar.

Fucking finally, he thought to himself.

And there it was. That same devious grin Peter had shown when Tony had arrested him.

"I hacked your, full offence, shitty system."

And this wasn't protocol, he'd worked for this confession for the last two hours, but Tony needed to know—

"Why?"

Peter tilted his head. Half endearing, half terrifying. "Why? because I can."

Tony cleared his throat. Peter played with the rings on his fingers.

"Let me rephrase. Why not do something with your skills that earns you money?"

He waited as the boy dragged his eyes across Tony's body. His button-down. His badge. His arms. His lips.

"I prefer to earn my money legally. Besides, I'm just a student."

Tony stifled a laugh at the back of his throat. Peter gave him a quick glance before he resumed to play with the rings on his fingers.

"I'm a good boy, officer. you need to know that."

This interrogation was derailing.

"Why didn't you steal anything?"

The boy's mouth curved into a smile. "But I did steal something, sir."

Tony clenched his teeth. He'd have to bite the bait.

"What did you steal?"

Peter's smile morphed into a dirty grin. "Your unit's dignity."

Tony pulled the collar higher. "Little bitch," He spat. He had Peter almost choking now, bodies close and oh, oh—

The boy's cock was hard against Tony's thigh. He let go of the collar.

"Well," Peter mused. "This is awkward, Officer. Unless— Isn't your obligation by the law to help citizens in need?"

But this— this was a weapon. Tony could use it against the kid.

"Isn't your obligation by the law not to break into secret high-security government facilities?" He retorted, pressing his thigh against Peter's groin.

He watched the boy's face closely— saw him biting his lip, willing a moan down; saw his mouth drop open and his eyes glaze over. "My—" The boy started, but Tony didn't let him finish, instead palming the bulge in Peter's trousers.

"Your?" Tony parroted with a self-satisfied smirk.

The boy rolled his eyes, but he was breathing harder, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"My moral obligation is to do what I did, Officer."

Officer. Tony waited for the boy to go on, not sure if he wanted him to moan or confess.

"My lawful obligation doesn't fucking—ah, hm—doesn't fucking matter, sir, don't you get it?"

Tony really did roll his eyes this time. "Why? 'Cause you're seventeen? Honey, that's juvenile detention for you."

Peter leaned forward until his plump lips brushed Tony's ear. "We'll see about that, Officer," He whispered.

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#starker #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #nff #starker fanfiction #more like a drabble but ok #inspired by the moodboard i randomly made lol #also based off of the interrogation scene in prisoners except it's slightly smutty #sldkfjs this is kinda bad but i tried ok #at least i wrote it out of my system now #hope someone enjoys this ;;

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Prompt: Superior Iron Man teasing Peter to see those cute little cheeks turn red (up to you how smutty you wanna make it ^_^) Thanks in advance! You're awesome!

Here you go!! I had fun writing this! Enjoy anon!

“I swear, kid, that ass looks phenomenal in that suit. I wonder who made it. Oh right, me. I’m glad I designed it.” Peter grits his teeth, feeling frustration (and inappropriate arousal) bubble under the surface.

Ever since Tony was struck by that reversion spell, he’s been insufferable. Peter knows that the spell is basically an enhancement of his worst traits; his alcoholism, his hedonistic approach to life and women, his sarcasm which now teeters over the edge of rudeness instead of the usual likeable way Tony did it. It drives Peter up the wall, especially when he quickly realises another heightened trait of his is to flirt with anything that moves which—unfortunately—includes Peter himself.

The darkness in the night makes the situation even more intimate, especially because of their close proximity. They were hiding out in an abandoned warehouse, waiting for something or someone important to show up. Him and Tony are on a mission, to get his own self back (although it did take new-Tony some convincing to go back to his ‘boring self’, as he called it.) They followed a lead to the building across the road and apparently it’s a meeting place for the people involved; people who can reverse the spell Tony is under.

He sighs from under his mask, feeling sweat form on his scalp. Even through the breathable material, he feels warm, almost hot. He takes off his face, exposing his face to the cool air.

“You looking a little flushed there, Spiderling. What, am I too hot for you?” Peter breathes through his nose. “No, it’s just very stuffy in here.”

“You know, I sometimes wonder if you think of me the way I think of you.” A chill runs down Peter’s spine. “What am I talking about? Of course you do. Who wouldn’t?”

“You know, Mr. Stark, I never thought I’d say this to you, but I’m this close to shutting you up.”

It goes quiet, which surprises Peter. Tony wasn’t shutting his mouth up. A few moments go by and he realises its too quiet. He turns around, opening his mouth to say a comment.

Only for it to shut with a soft click when he’s face to face with the man. Tony is right up in his space, a devilish smirk on his handsome face, looking down at Peter as they breathe the same air. Peter’s mouth goes dry, finding the air way hotter than it was a moment ago.

“Mr. Stark, I—”

“What were you planning to do on shutting me up? Hmm?” Tony bows his head down, until their noses are grazing and Peter takes a sharp intake of breath. The smirk widens and his blue eyes seem to glow brighter in the darkness. “Cause I have a few ideas of my own.”

Peter doesn’t blink, just stares up with wide eyes at his mentor.

“There’s things called gags, which I’m keen on trying—” Tony whispers, his hot breath fanning over Peter’s trembling lips. He moves in, their cheeks brushing as he mumbles into his ear, “—maybe you can finally have a good use for your web.”

Peter is shaking at this point, his face on fire and he screws his eyes shut as Tony moves his lips down to the side of his jaw, pleasure pooling in the pit of his stomach. “Maybe you can hold me down—it’d be easy, wouldn’t it? With your super strength, fuck, that’d be hot.”

A shiver goes down his spine and Peter has to purse his lips from moaning out loud, his senses going haywire. “Or…”

Tony pulls away for a moment to see the redness across Peter’s pretty face, flushed and bashful, his eyes hooded with lust. He leans in, his tongue slowly flicking out to lick the seam of Peter’s lips and he whispers once more, “I can try fitting your cock in my mouth.”

Tony presses his lips on Peter’s neck and Peter—he loses it, his hand coming up to card through Tony’s soft brown locks, head thrown back to give more access for Tony and he throws a leg around Tony’s hip, wanting the space between them to vanish. A high pitched moan leaves him unwillingly, a soft guttural growl from Tony quickly following.

Tony wraps his metal-encased arms around the lithe waist and pulls him closer, a thigh going between Peter’s legs to hear that breathless whine that makes Tony lose his mind to the haze of arousal. The spikes of pleasure from how Peter tugs on his hair is welcomed, and he doesn’t stop rubbing his thigh against Peter’s hard bulge even when he starts digging his fingers into Tony’s metal suit. A flitting thought passes through Tony’s head—they’ll be a little distracted for a while—but he finds that he doesn’t really care at the moment, the thought turning to dust the moment he sees Peter’s pink face, pretty lips parted and eyes closed in bliss.

Tony decides to throw all caution to the wind, because he doubts he’ll get another chance like this once he’s back to his old self.

#Starker #tony x peter #Starker fanfiction #Starker prompt #Anon ask #Kind of smutty

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