#starker edits

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"Spirited Away" AU for @starkerfestivals Extended AUpril: Magic (card below)

[meidui]

peter + popping up wherever tony is

[starkercreamery]

If the world was ending I'd wanna be next to you If the party was over And our time on Earth was through I'd wanna hold you just for a while And die with a smile

— die with a smile, b.m. l.g.g

[daemonn]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 , Pretty Woman AU.

Synopsis: From an young age Peter Parker had always known struggle and hustle; losing his parents at a young age, then his Uncle at 15 and finally his Aunt at 17 to a car crash. Since 18 he's been living with his friend MJ in Los Angeles trying to get control of his life again by scraping by however he could; turns out working the corner as the adored soft rent boy paid better than just MJ's donut shop job alone.

Then enter THE Tony Stark, multi-billionaire playboy inventor...Who was currently lost here and needed direction. Asking for directions costs him $320 dollars that night, plus a month with Peter he'd never forget. Peter mellows Tony out from his aggressive business demeanor, Tony shows Peter a side to life that is easy and luxurious.

How much scrutiny and change can each of them withstand before they call it quits, or call it love ?

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AN: Cheesy and rusty summary but here's a moodboard teaser for an in progress fic I'm working on for my beloved starker bois. <3

[pretty-bratty]

MAMMA MIA! STARKER AU

"Wait a second. You found your mom's old diary? Hid it from Aunt May and read it?"

"Yeah, Ned, focus! I have three potential dads!"

"May's gonna kill you when she finds out."

"When she finds out, it's gonna be too late, MJ."

"What do you mean-"

"I invited them all to the island."

When Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes and Tony Stark arrive to Kalokairi, Peter quickly finds out that May has even more reasons to kill him. It wasn't his mom's diary, it was hers. However, Tony is the only one who actually had a summer fling with both sisters at some point (yes, they were wild back then, and Peter's not sure he's ever gonna be able to look May in the eye).

And now Peter's praying that Tony's not his biological father, because he wants to call this gorgeous man Daddy instead of dad...

Including:

🌊 Tony, who falls hard and fast and is double terrified, because not only he's falling for a kid who can be his son, but he might actually be his son?! Universe has a wicked sense of humor.

🌊 Peter, who's trying to figure out the way out of this whole mess he created. Making more messes on the way. It's a talent.

🌊 Steve and Bucky, who fucking finally stop being oblivious dumbasses and get together after years of mutual silent pining.

🌊 May, who doesn't know whether she wants to kill or kiss Peter for bringing these three idiots back into her life. Probably both.

🌊 Ned and MJ, who are here for this wild ride (with popcorn).

🌊 Lots of pining and emotional hurt/comfort from both Tony and Peter.

🌊 Greek island and lots of good music.

PS: Tony and Peter have a heart-wrenching confessions exchange on the cliff to "The Winner Takes It All" playing. Almost sure they can never be what they want to be:

"I've been wanting to find my dad my whole life, but now I want nothing more than to never know my dad. I don't want you to be my dad!!! I need you..."

Soon after that the confirmation comes that Tony's definitely not, in fact, Peter's father.

They celebrate it at Stucky wedding.

[the-poor-miranha-quotes]

NOT MARK AS ST*RKER!

[sthefystarker]

[pretty-bratty]

yes

you have to admit, spider-man homecoming was peak starker

[pretty-bratty]

When the little witch Peter feels like he doesn't know how to fly anymore, artist Tony helps him find love, inspiration, and excitement for life.

Or "Kiki's Delivery Service" AU for @starkerfestivals Extended AUpril: Artist/Author (card below).

[sthefystarker]

Christmas Sweaters —Starker

Merry Christmas, everybody! <3

Here's a moodboard about our guys, enjoying their time together in lovely and daring ways, hehe

[babybatscreationsv2]

Grindr

Marvel | Starker

They're working in the lab when Tony hears the Grindr chime on his phone. Only, his phone is on silent and Peter is the only other person in the room.

Rating: Explicit

For my H <3

Warnings and tags below

Warnings/tags: embarrassment, light daddy kink, possessiveness, rough sex, face fucking

Tony flinched at the familiar notification chime. He was sure he put his phone on vibrate before Peter came in. Of course Peter probably had no idea what that sound was, but he still jumped up and grabbed his phone. He keyed the volume down only to frown at the device. The volume was already off. He put the phone down and even in his brilliant mind it still took about three seconds to click.

He looked across the lab to see Peter, hard at work. His phone peeked out of the back pocket of his shorts. Tony left his station and crossed the floor.

He swiped the phone out of Peter's pocket to a surprised, "Hey!"

There on the screen was a familiar icon.

"What are you..." Peter said. His face turned a deep red. "Give it back." He snatched the phone back from Tony's hand.

"What's that you got there?" Tony raised his eye brows.

"I'm just working on-"

Tony held up a finger. "Ah," he silenced. "Don't play dumb. The phone."

"You uh... you heard that?"

"I'm not that old, kid. I can hear a noise from a few feet away."

Peter stood frozen, seeming to struggle to find an excuse. Then some sort of revelation crossed his face.

"How do you know what that sound is?" Peter crossed his arms over his chest.

Tony blinked. Somehow he hadn't considered being cross-examined. "Because I am an adult. What are you doing with a hookup app on your phone?"

"I'm also an adult," Peter pointed out.

"You're still a little young for Grindr. You don't have the experience to be hooking up with random men you met on an app."

"How do you know what sort of experience I have?"

"Stop trying to turn this back on me. You should be more careful. Hookups like that can be dangerous. For your life and your health. And what about Spider-Man, huh? You can't be reckless."

Peter pulled out his phone while Tony lectured. He opened the notification to see the suggested profile that had caused all of this. 'TS - Online now - 0 feet away' the screen said. Peter swallowed as he looked at the profile.

"Hey, listen when I'm speaking," Tony said. He snapped his fingers over the top of the phone.

Peter turned his phone around. "I've seen you changing before, but somehow I don't think I've ever seen that much of you."

Tony stared at the image of his own bare chest, arch reactor edited out, jeans unzipped and pulled down almost too far. It only took a second for his mind to process enough for him to know that he needed his phone right now. He ran for it. He heard the sound of a webshooter and dove for the workbench. His hand landed on the phone just in time for Peter to yank it out from under him.

Peter stared at him, mortified, clutching his phone in both hands. "Mr. Stark..."

"Give me that phone." He pointed his finger threateningly.

"I can't." Peter shook his head.

"Why is your filter even set old enough for me to see you?"

"Why is yours set so young?"

"Peter," Tony growled. "Stop hooking up with random New Yokers!"

"Make me!" he shouted back.

All at once, Tony arm wrapped around him and pulled him close. He crushed their mouths together way too rough. Peter moaned much too enthusiastically. It was all too much and they both were greedy. Tony's phone thumped against the ground as it slipped from Peter's hand. He was too busy running his hands over Tony's chest. They kissed until it was too much for them to breathe, but Tony's mouth followed the line of his throat. Peter gasped and tipped his head back. His hands pulled Tony closer.

"We should slow down," Tony panted into his shoulder.

"Can't keep up, old man?" Peter teased.

Tony picked him up and set him down on the workbench. One hand grabbed him by the hair while the other pulled Peter's hips forward. He was off balance with little leverage to do anything about it, but Tony was grinding their hips together while he kissed him again so he wasn't really trying.

Peter's mouth was soft and sweet. Little whines traveled up his throat whenever Tony's tongue met his. It only made him wonder what sort of noises he'd make getting his mouth fucked. He was so easy to manhandle despite his superior strength. Which only meant that he liked being manhandled. He was letting Tony do it, eating it up too judging by the way he obediently stayed right where Tony put him even as he tugged at the roots of his hair and all but fucked him through his jeans.

Just the thought that Peter was out fucking old men his age, he wanted to bite and mark every inch of his skin. Tattoo his name right on his ass. But he had to earn that didn't he? He had to make sure the boy came back to him and forgot that stupid app. He had to have him.

Tony ran his hand up Peter's thigh. He spread his legs pushed his hips toward him nearly falling off the table. Tony chuckled as he moved him back into place.

"Do you need something, Pete?"

"Please," he gasped. His eyes were glazed and his lips swollen. Tony suddenly couldn't bare how tight his jeans were.

"How about you get daddy's cock wet and we'll see you can earn something more."

Peter nodded, already sliding down off the workbench. He dropped to the floor and started on Tony jeans, ripping his belt free and opening up the zipper. He felt fabric tears in his carelessness. With Tony's cock in his hand, he didn't even hesitate. His lips around the head while both hands held him at the base.

"Fuck, kid," Tony swore, forbidden pleasure curled in his stomach. Peter either didn't hear him or didn't care, he was too busy polishing the head of his dick with his tongue.

Tony grabbed a fistful of his hair. "Open," he ordered.

Peter let go of his cock and opened his mouth wide. He looked up at him as Tony pushed his cock deeper into his mouth, finding the back of his throat. Peter moaned as his mouth was filled up. His tongue kept moving around the bottom of his cock as much as it could.

"Fuck," Tony swore again. "That's a good boy. Your mouth feels so good, baby."

Peter hummed happily, still looking up at him. Tony pulled slowly back, then pushed back inside. The way Peter moaned as he fucked his mouth had him teetering on the edge. He pulled him off of his cock and held himself tightly at the base to save himself the embarrassment.

"I want that ass," he said. He picked Peter up and set him back on the table. The boy hurried to get his own pants off. They stripped off his clothes and Peter laid back on the table. He held on to Tony's shirt, pulling him closer. He looked so pretty all desperate for Tony to fuck him, spreading him legs.

Tony ran a hand over his ass. He spread him open and spit, rubbing it into his hole with his thumb.

"Please," Peter moaned.

"Please what, baby?" Tony teased.

"Fuck me, please." Tony pushed his thumb inside and Peter whined like a slut.

"Are you sure? We could call one of your grindr daddy's instead?"

"Please, Tony," Peter begged. He looked gone, wrecked, like he could barely understand what Tony was saying.

He replaced his thumb with the head of his cock, pushing in, making them both moan. Peter grabbed his shoulders, whining desperately.

"That's my good boy," Tony breathed. "Take daddy's cock."

"Yes," Peter gasped. "Please daddy." He whispered as Tony gave him more, burying himself in Peter's little ass, trying desperately not to cum too soon but the boy was too pretty to hold out.

"You gonna be mine, Peter? Gonna let me fuck you whenever I call?"

"Yes, please please." His head fell back against the table and his hand wrapped around his cock. He stroked himself furiously, on the edge and drunk on Tony's cock.

"That's a good boy," Tony purred. "Gonna cum for me?"

"Yes-" Peter panted. "I'm- gonna cum-"

"Look at me," Tony ordered. Peter lifted his head. Their eyes met and a whining moan broke from his swollen lips. He came, splattering cum across his belly, his chest, a few drops landing on his own cheek.

"Fuck, Peter," Tony moaned. He squeezed hips, fucking into him deeper and finally letting go, letting himself cum in his ass.

Tony bent down. He ran his tongue up his belly, cleaning up the cum on his skin. Peter laughed and Tony smiled. He leaned down to kiss him. Peter's hands held the back of his head, holding him close. His knees squeezed Tony's hips.

Tony looked at him, face warm and pink, eyes wide, lashes wet. Peter bit his lip.

"You should uninstall that app..." Tony said innocently.

Peter gave him a smile that was all mischief. "You'll have to make sure I don't need it."

[kimberbohwrites]

Can I request a drabble where Rolan overheard that gn Tav genuinely thought Rolan still hates them but just learnt to tolerate them? When in reality, he's been in denial about his crush on them for the longest time but accepted it recently 🤣

First of all— I am sorry that this took so long for me to get to. I rarely find time for asks and it took me awhile to get to this one— some of these I just needed more practice for tbh. I am striving to be better, however I am incredibly busy at work so I cannot promise you I always will be. Instead I promise you that I will always try to make your ask worth the wait.

Words Yet Unsaid

Rolan x Reader, SFW, only lightly edited

Word Count: 1214

Tags: Misunderstandings, fluff, and love confessions

Rolan sits down in front of you with a huff. There is a flush about his face that is so… him. The color on his cheeks paints a starker backdrop for the freckles that dot his face. Despite your so-called nerves of steel you cannot help but quickly glance away from the sight as your heart began to race in your chest.

The silence stretches and you look back across to find him nervously studying the wood grain of the table between you.

Sensing your gaze, he straightens up and clears his throat. He smoothes the simple but well-made dark blue tunic he’d worn with the tight leather breeches you could not help but notice as he’d joined you.

The color he’d chosen suited him well. Distracting you almost as much as the way his bottom and thighs had looked, no longer hidden behind the wizard robes. This was the first time you had ever seen him in at the tavern in casual clothes — sharp as these were.

The Elfsong Tavern was usually a good place to identify oneself as a great and powerful archwizard. But instead, he’d chosen to dress up and blend in with you. But why?

You tried not to let the racing of your heart, and the flush of your cheeks hide you from the cold truth that Rolan had never liked you. You were certain that this meeting he had arranged through Lia, was some sort of attempt at arbitration of your longstanding feud for the sake of his siblings.

Truth be told you had never wanted to fight with Rolan. It just happened every time you two had interacted since the very first time you’d crossed paths in the Druid’s Grove. That ire had only grown through the experiences that followed in the Shadow Cursed Lands and even when you’d slain his corrupt master and ended his apprenticeship abruptly.

So much pressure had instantly been thrust upon him, becoming master of the tower and archwizard of Baldur’s Gate so suddenly. Of course he’d be frustrated further by you.

Despite your best attempts to avoid him, your friendship with his siblings had caused you to repeatedly cross paths. It had been months now since the restoration of the city was considered complete, after you had ended the crisis. You’d attempted to returned to a normal life.

It was simple and gratifying, but something was missing.

“Thank you for joining me here this evening, you look lovely”

His tone cut through your thoughts; it sounded warm but a quick glance to his face revealed that warmth didn’t reach past his words. He looked… uncomfortable. Like your presence somehow pained him.

Tears sting in your eyes as you clear your throat and quickly stand.

“This was a bad idea.”

He opens his mouth, and his hand moves across the table like he’s reaching for you. Before he can form a word you continue.

“I’m sorry for wasting your time, I can tell this isn’t something you want to be doing”

You turn quickly to leave before he can say anything and before the tears you feel welling up are too much to hide. Your stride is quick and sure across the familiar boards of the tavern and out on to the streets that raised you.

The cool night air of the city was an immediate balm for the panic that had caused you to flee the tavern. All you needed to do was avoid Rolan for the rest of your life now, great.

You groan as you continued down the dark and empty streets. All of this weighs heavy on you but it becomes unbearable when the low roofs of the houses and shops fall away. As the street spills out into the open area which reveals Sorceress Sundries and the large structure which you knew was the point of travel for Ramazith Tower — the massive and beautiful wizard tower Rolan now called home.

It is as if the weight of the massive structure itself is on you now and you are stopped in your tracks. It’s then you hear your name called and the sound of someone running after you in the dark.

“Tav, wait! Please!”

You turn quickly to see Rolan sprint after you, still somehow looking perfect in his nice clothes despite the struggle of catching up to you. You glower momentarily at the thought that he will apparently always be gorgeous. Typical.

He catches up to you, huffing and puffing as his tail lashes out to steady him while he catches his breath.

“Why would you run after me?” You say with a whisper and you take a step closer to him, unsure if you’re needed to render aid for the struggling man.

“I… I’m sorry… I don’t hate… you… Tav….” He puffs out the words as he catches his breath.

Your blood runs cold at the words. It’s like you can feel the night breeze itself move through you.

“Rolan…”

You don’t know how to continue, and it gives him the opportunity to catch his breath and explain himself further.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have tried something so public to talk, Lia warned me, she didn’t say you’d run but…”

He sensed he was rambling and shook his head as if to clear it and start over. Your breath caught when his jaw tensed, the perfect bone structure always so eye catching, so hard to resist.

“I needed to tell you Tav, I don’t hate you. I… I overhead you talking to Cal and Lia about why you keep your distance when they invite you for dinner. I.. I should have apologized better — after all we had gone through—“

“We should have found time to talk…” You add

He takes a step closer to you, as if drawn to you and this time you don’t run.

“Why… Why would you run after me Rolan?” You ask

“Tav…”

“Why do you even care now?”

You can’t help it. The tears that had threatened you earlier, now spill down your cheeks as you pepper Rolan with questions.

He closes the distance to you quickly, his hands on your cheeks. You barely register the softness of the pads of his thumbs as they brush the tears away from your cheeks before you are swept away by the feeling of his lips, crashing into yours.

Your breath catches in your throat. You can’t help but moan into the kiss as his body presses firmly to yours.

He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to yours and you feel his tail coil around your thigh. Keeping you flush with him as he speaks.

“Because, Tav… I love you. I think I have always…” He gasped as if the realization fully dawned on him as he spoke, “I think I have always loved you.”

You kiss him now, no words on your tongue could be sweeter than to feel his lips against yours once more.

There would be time for words but for right now you wanted to keep kissing the wizard and so you do.

Under the open skies and the stars that shine each night over the city of Baldur’s Gate, wrapped in the strong arms of the man you loved, you kissed him with all the passion of the words in your heart yet unsaid.

[pretty-bratty]

Gossip Girl AU

Spotted: Peter P. with the new science teacher, aka everyone's new crush. Are you going to make P stay after class and teach him a lesson, Mr. Stark?

xoxo, GOSSIP GIRL

or the Gossip Girl AU for @starkerfestivals Extended AUpril card 'Education' (card below)

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@definitelynottony , you gotta read it because it's finger-licking-good

Hard to get, easy to keep

for the amazing @starkerfestivals kinktober prompts. I did lingerie, candy kink and just the tip. nsfw starker, dirty talk, pete's nineteen here but he enthusiastically consents, praise kink, slight feminization, blow jobs, referenced fingering and handjobs. you know, just a normal day writing porn with feels as one does ;)

p.s i might make this a series, but that depends on the feedback and work

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He's not even sure how it happens. Or, you know, what it is that happens. It was supposed to be simple; young reporter for The Daily Bugle wanted an interview. Ok, yeah, that's normal. Tony has ten reporters that circle him like vultures whenever he steps out of his mansion. The difference was the kid they sent him, because, by the way, he's a kid. Nineteen years old. Still in high school. Happy nearly had a heart attack when he first saw the kid. Anyway, difference is that this kid is beautiful.

Now, before you get your pitchforks out, Tony knows it's objectively wrong to do a double take in the middle of a party he's hosting because of a child. He also knows he's a Stark and when has a Stark not tempted fate? Or the police? Exactly, so he figured, fine, let the kid have his fifteen minutes of Tony Stark and he can have fifteen minutes of internally debating the pros and cons of fucking someone that's not even twenty years old yet.

But then Rhodey proposes to Pepper and what is he going to do, coax a kid into his bed while his best friends get engaged? No. Obviously. Unfortunately. So he tells Happy to plan a rain check. Poor kid went to Miami when he lives in Queens; he deserves a rain check and a flight in Tony's jet for when he gets back. Great, they schedule a meeting in Miami in two weeks.

Obadiah Stane attempts to form a coup, steal the company and ruin Rhodey's and Pepper's engagement party on the same day. Alrighty, an online meeting, then.

Peter has finals on the day they set out and can't be excused. Yet another painful reminder that he's lusting after a school boy still in puberty.

Tony Stark says fuck it like Tony Stark usually does and goes to New York.

Drops by the kid's apartment, woos the aunt and bam. Peter's luggage is ready by the time the kid comes stumbling home, arms bravely trying to carry what looks like a million magazines, journals, newspapers and printed articles. All about him. When they lock eyes, every single sheet of paper gets dumped on the living room couch.

"Hey, kiddo. Figured I'd bring myself to Queens for our interview, meet the famous aunt and wait for you here. But then May tells me you've had a rough week, so you and I are going on a road trip. My family has a cabin up north, just a couple hours from here. We can do your interview and discuss an internship at the company on the way there. Stark Industries is always looking for young talent and May and I agree: you've got talent, Pete."

May basically throws her nephew out of the apartment after making him promise to take this opportunity and have fun. They're on the highway five minutes later.

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Still feel like he only wants to fuck the kid? Well, he does want to fuck the kid, but Tony Stark doesn't sleep with stupid people. He's read all of Peter's articles from the Bugle, his essays from the high school newspaper and some of his work for his classes. It wasn't that hard to break into Midtown; Jarvis actually scoffed when Tony asked him to get into such a simple system.

The kid is clever, sarcastic, sharp and undeniably talented. A little rough around the edges, but who isn't at that age? If the kid doesn't want what he's offering, that's ok. If he only wants the internship, done deal. Tony's morals may be a bit sketchy, but he's not so sketchy he's going to force himself onto a kid.

And you know what? Sleeping with Peter is in the back of his mind during the first half of the ride. His questions aren't offensive or blunt, but they sure as hell don't beat around the bush. Tony actually has to pause and consider some of them a bit more deeply before answering. The whiskey helps with the unexpected case of nerves (him, nervous about flirting? His dad would keel over if he were alive.) and soon enough they're done with the prompt questions and improvising.

"At the party, the one in Miami, I saw Miss Potts getting engaged with Mr Rhodes. That must be very exciting, something to look forward to after everything that's happened. Do you think it'll help with morale, planning a wedding? If the company is getting involved."

Tony narrows his eyes at the kid, can't quite figure out his line of questioning. He takes a sip of his drink and reclines back in his seat.

"Honestly, we haven't discussed the idea of the company officially getting involved with the wedding. Pep, as you know, is a very serious CEO and I doubt she'd want to make that move. She's the type of person that would think of it as taking advantage of her job and the company's resources. Obviously, I'm going to go behind their backs and plan a few surprises. With my family money, though. Everyone loves Pep, but she'd feel uncomfortable if I intervened with the company name. I can respect that. There's no way in hell I'm letting them honeymoon in the United States, though. I will forcibly put them on a plane to Europe for that, if I have to."

Peter laughs and Jesus, that sound shouldn't be so pleasing to hear. " I look forward to taking those pictures, Mr Stark. I'm sure they'll be hilarious."

"Taking the pictures?"

"Oh, yeah! I got promoted to a photo journalist. The interview with you was scheduled before the change, though, so you don't have to worry about that."

And look at that, thoughtful, too. Tony hates paparazzi. "I appreciate that, Peter. Just for that, I'll give you the pictures for free."

He will. He's a Stark; the Bugle couldn't buy them even if they had the same budget as the Times.

Peter fidgets, toys with his glasses. Tony has the sudden urge to paint them white, watch as Peter blinks up at him from the floor and asks him, ever so nicely, if he could please remove them so he could lick Tony's dick clean without having them in the way. Tony downs his drink in one go and tries to remember how a Holy Mary prayer goes.

"You know, I was a bit surprised when I saw the engagement. I thought you were, um, involved with them. I mean, one of them, not the two of them together. That would be, not bad, obviously. Just unexpected, I guess? I hadn't thought of them as that type of couple in that ... context."

The words are out of his mouth before he can properly process them and he's never been more grateful to Pepper for suggesting he get a sound proof backseat.

"So you've thought of me, in that context?" Peter goes pink. Hello Kitty pink. Like, as pink as the goddamn Pink store. Strawberry ice cream pink. Peter wearing pink lingerie and drenched in strawberry ice cream, lollipop between pretty pink cupid bow's lips and Sweethearts littered over a flushed body.

Yes, he has a fucking candy kink; blame Jarvis 1.0 for not letting him steal sweets from his mom's hidden jar in the kitchen.

Still, that was bad, Tony. Bad, bad, possibly expensive sexual harassment lawsuit bad.

"I'm sorry, that was inappropriate-"

"No, I shouldn't have asked like that-"

"That wasn't even in the top ten worst questions reporters have asked me-"

"That doesn't mean I can ask something private like that-"

"It's fine, really, Pete-"

"I mean, if I did ask something private, it'd be only fair you ask me something, too-"

"Uh, not really, since you're a teenage reporter-"

"I'm nineteen-"

"That's not exactly a great card to throw, kid-"

"It's true, though! I'm an adult-"

"I shouldn't have asked that either way, Peter-"

"But it's true. I have. Thought of you. In that context. Often."

Great. Now Tony's going pink.

"I'm going to ask you something, Peter. You can not answer and we'll pretend this latter half of the ride never happened; your internship intact and your job done for the paper."

Peter bites his lip, peers up at him tentatively. Tony needs a bottle of whiskey right about now. "Or?"

"Or you answer truthfully. Your choice. I'm good either way, ok? I need to know you understand that one or the other, you have a choice in this, alright."

"I understand."

"You do? Say it back to me."

The kid's breathing hitches. Like something out of the romance novels Jarvis' wife used to read in the living room while Tony tinkered with DUM-E. Like Peter enjoys Tony telling him what to do. The same way Tony enjoys telling him what to do.

The hole is just getting bigger and bigger and he hasn't stopped digging, huh?

"I can not answer and there won't be any repercussions."

"Good. Nice use of vocabulary. Keep going."

"My internship will be ok and I'll have enough material for the Bugle. Or I can answer honestly. I have a choice in both."

"Fantastic job, Peter," he shivers, actually shivers, Jesus Christ on a bike, "now the question. When you were in Miami, were you already thinking of me in that context?"

He's expecting a punch. Maybe a slap, the kid looks more like a damsel in distress type and no, no, absolutely not going down the road of a roleplay starring shy, virginal princess Peter and rogue bard Tony desperately seeking to discover what's under long gowns.

(Peter in a pink cheerleading outfit, blushing wildly and gently licking him like a kitten, a bit awkward but determined to distract his boyfriend during a pregame ritual.)

(Peter wrapped in pretty bows and sheer lace, rose petals in his hair and hickies all over. Soft handcuffs pining his hands to the headboard, but legs free to scramble over silk sheets as the big bad wolf eats him up. His cute dick, who is he kidding, of course the kid has a cute cock, trapped in a metal cage and the key tucked away in Tony's garage. Laid down like a feast for Tony to devour.)

(Peter with maple syrup running down a pale chest, whiskey pooling in the dips of his hips, cotton candy melting over toned thighs and caramel drizzled over such beautiful lips.)

(PeterPeterPeterPeterPeterPeterPeterPeterPeterPeterPeterPeter)

Tony snaps out of it and steals two bottles of water from the mini-fridge, gives one to Peter.

They chug them down, both of them flustered and looking away. "I was. I was actually planning on doing something about it, but with the engagement and then my finals. I figured I lost my chance."

"And the extremely high age gap doesn't bother you?"

Peter shrugs, pushes his glasses up his nose. "I'm an adult. I'm still in high school because we moved to New York and the school decided I had to repeat a grade. I have my own income, I'm already getting scholarship offers from a few colleges. Yeah, somethings are bound to be different, but that doesn't really change my feelings. Honestly? I thought, if I'm going to have my first one night stand-"

"Might as well be with Tony Stark?"

"No, might as well be with someone who's not going to talk about it to the entire school and who takes it seriously. I've had friends who've dated a classmate and it never ends well."

"So, you want sex. With me."

"I'd, I'd like to try having more than sex with you. But, I mean, if it's just sex on the table, then yeah, definitely. Absolutely, Mr Stark."

"Ok."

"Ok? That's it?"

"Kid, if I think about it too hard, I'm going to stop the car and then ask Happy to hit me with the bat we keep in the trunk. Do you consent to sex and will you stop me if anything is uncomfortable?"

"I do."

"Great. I'm thinking sex first and then we give dating a try, how's that sound?"

"Um, yeah. I'm not really sure this isn't a dream."

"Oh, me neither. I stopped believing this is happening when you asked me about Pep and Rhodes."

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"Now that my timeline is clear and my conscience feels less like a train wreck, when are we going to stop this hard to get dance, Parker?"

Tony delights in the way the kid's eyes widen, how he visibly flushes when they literally just finished talking about this five minutes ago.

(They took a break. Stopped the car, stretched. Tony screamed into Happy's shoulder. Peter laid down and stared at the sky. Happy sighed and called Pepper to let her know they'd need to keep away the nosy reporters for a while. They all collectively decided to ignore each other while trudging back inside the car. It's fine, Peter's fine, he's fine. It's fine.)

"How about now?" It's the most tentative question Tony has been asked and a little girl once asked him if he was going to become her new daddy the morning after he broke her mom's bed.

"Yeah, you know what? I completely agree."

Tony takes off his sunglasses, makes sure the carpet on the car floor isn't too dirty. These are tailored pants, after all.

"You know you can always say no, right?"

"I do, Mr Stark." Tony smiles, can't believe this kid landed on his lap.

"Unless it's a thing for you, you can call me Tony, Pete."

That cute blush again. God, that's going on his spank bank for the rest of his life. "I, um, I think it's a thing. If that's ok with you?"

"I can definitely get used to it. Now do me a favor, Pete," the kid looks at him, eyes big and body leaning forward like he's desperate to follow orders," spread your legs for me, honey." Peter's legs nearly reach the doors at their sides and Tony thanks whatever god made it so that his new lover is flexible as an acrobat.

"I was a gymnast when I was small."

The smirk on Tony's face could raise the dead, "Of course you were, Peter." He carefully unzips black jeans, lowers them down hips he wants to bite and freezes.

"Peter, are you wearing boxer-briefs with my name on them?" They say STARK in bold letters, gold stitching bright against the black, tight fitting fabric. It, uh, does something to him, he won't lie.

"Oh, I forgot I had them on today. To be fair, you make really comfy underwear. My best friends got them for me as a birthday gift."

"Uh huh, sure. Can you lift your shirt up, please?"

"..."

"Peter?"

"I swear I didn't plan this."

"Right. Thing is, I know this particular set. The bottoms aren't that different from what you can get at Target, or Walmart. They're normal, really. The only difference is the quality of fabric and the stitching. The top, though. The top, if I'm not mistaken, which I'm not," Tony slides his hands below Peter's shirt and drags blunt nails up a warm chest until they catch on something, grins like he just won the lottery, "is a lace halter top bralette. I know because I helped make lace this sturdy and soft.

"Peter Parker, are you wearing Stark lingerie?" It is possible that the kid's glasses fog up. It is possible that it gets him hard.

"Maybe."

"Kid, I'm gonna eat you up."

Leaving behind the top half, Tony focuses on rolling down black underwear. He moans. Actually moans when he sees Peter's dick.

It's long and thin, just like the kid. As rosy as his cheeks, too. "Such a pretty pink cock and it's all for me. Do you think you'd taste like candy if I gave some Sweethearts or ice cream? Don't answer that, I'm sure you taste sweet anyway."

Peter jolts and precum dribbles from his cock. Huh. Add dirty talk to the list then.

"Mr Stark, I don't think I'm gonna last long." He hasn't even touched the kid and already his voice is cracked and shaky.

It's a very big turn on.

"Think you can last enough for me to get a good taste of this pretty thing?" Another jolt, another drop of pearly cum spills. Oh, he's going to have so much fun with Peter.

"No."

"Hmm. What if I just lick and don't actually suck? Mind you, there isn't a limit, kid. If you wanna spill inside my mouth and then come again, I don't know, between my thighs or, " Peter whines, hips flexing erratically and lip bitten red like a cherry, "I am absolutely down for that."

"I usually get, um, you know."

"Pete, I don't know."

The kid drops his head, squirms in his seat. "I get really wet and sometimes I come a lot. Many times. In one go." He winces, probably thinks Tony is going to throw him out of the car.

"Parker, look at me. None of what you just said is a bad thing. I am even more determined to get my mouth on that gorgeous dick of yours. Would you like that?"

A nod.

"Use your words, baby."

Pink again. "Yes, Mr Stark."

Shit, now he's going to have to ask Pep to call him something else. "Good boy." Peter wraps a tight hand around himself and groans, body curling over Tony's head.

"Please, please, Mr Stark. I won't last long."

"Excellent." Tony leans down and finds out that Peter Parker does, in fact, taste like candy.

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When they arrive at the cabin, Tony has to pry Peter away from the sticky seat. Happy opens the door to the place, does not look at either of them, does not breathe while they're close and then sits down on the front steps, taking out his first cigarette of the month.

Tony hums as Peter wakes up, happy to carry him all the way to the master bathroom.

"How long was I out for?"

"Fifteen minutes."

"And where are we going now?"

"I am drawing you a bath so we can rinse you off and get you clean."

Peter blushes and hides his face in the crook of Tony's neck. It's fucking adorable.

"I don't need a shower; I didn't come that much."

His leather seats beg to differ. The entire car is gonna have to be washed just to get the smell out. "You came three times."

"No, I didn't it."

"Right. So you didn't come in my mouth; glorious experience, by the way. You taste like sugar. You didn't come with just the tip of my fingers in your ass-"

"I asked you to-"

"To fuck you in the back of a moving car with my sizable dick. No way I was gonna do that, especially when I didn't know how much you could handle."

"I said just the tip."

"See, I wanna know why you're pouting because that same pretty jaw of yours dropped when it was just my fingers. Oh, and then you didn't come thanks to my amazing hands."

"I never said they were amazing."

"No, you said 'oh my god, let's do that again.' And I said not until you have a shower and some food. Now, are you going to be a good boy and be easy to hold during the bath?"

Peter blinks at him, hesitatingly shrugs. "What, you don't think I'm joining you?" The smile that gets him is enough to convince Tony that yeah, Peter's going to be easy to hold onto in and out of the bath.

[thatonebluedog]

he's so disappointed (no he's not)

Edit: forgot to add, but do not tag as starker please and thank you

[anonoite]

starker, but make it fashion

edit: in hindsight, i feel like maybe the red arm/dark shoes fits a bit better, gold might have been a bit much- oh well