#starker kiss

[papermachemarvel]

If Tony wasn’t supposed to be in love with Peter nobody told RDJ. *sips tea*

[starker-sorbet]

Tony and Peter bringing in the new year with a kiss

@starkerfestivals new years bingo : New Year's Kiss board below

[antoniusstark]

[irondad-defensesquad]

i like to think tony is already affectionate with peter, and after he has morgan, tony is even more tender with peter

(not st/arker)

[thegreenmetblue]

StarkerFestival 2023 : Summer Bingo

Practice Kissing

“I need your help with something Mr. Stark..”

“Yeah of course, lay it down, kid.”

“Cou… Could you… huh�� you see, I.. I have a date and could-”

“Hold on. You have a date ?”

“Y-yeah ? With MJ.”

“And what do you wanna know ? How to impress a girl ?”

“Not really… I need you to… help me with the… with the kissing!”

“Excuse me, with what ?”

“I don’t really… I never kissed anyone before.”

“Yeah brand new information. What do you want me to do about that ?”

“Learn me how to kiss.”

“Parker.”

“Please!”

“I- You’re asking ME to- to… Are you sick ?”

“I have no one else to ask to. Mr. Stark, please. Beside… I’d really like to… that my first kiss is… is with you.”

“Come again ? Im not sure I heard correctly.”

“You heard correctly. It’s just practicing! It’s not like… you actually want to kiss me anyway.”

“Practicing you say…”

“S… So ? Will you ?”

“Christ, I’ll be damned. Come closer Parker. Faster. Before I change my mind.”

for @starkerfestivals 💖

[mysspaid1126]

키스데이를 핑계로 스타크씨한테 어른의 키스를 배우는 피터가 보고싶었을 뿐.

[psychocat666]

The iconic spidey kiss but with starker!!!

[starkerobsession]

Tony and Peter showering together 😍😍

[professional-benaddict]

became a starker enthusiast about this year of july. best thing that ever happened to me! happen to discover the ship thanks to some fics on ao3, and some tags on tumblr! <3 and that's how i probably found you and your blog as well hhh -🪐

(glad i can enjoy this ship w/o being harrassed and what-not. 🙏🏻)

ahhh im so glad you found this fandom and my blog hehe💗💗 you’ve brought me sm joy and seeing your asks while waiting on a late bus to/from work really brightens my day🥰🥰 i feel so bad i have so little time to answer everything, but know that i do read them all and appreciate them sm!!!💗💗💗💗

[notemily]

My good nonny, I specifically tagged that post so that only [people who follow me] or [people who look in the Starker tags] would see it (I take no responsibility for "based on your likes" or other algorithmic fuckery), so I would suggest perhaps it is you who does not know how tags work, since you apparently looked in a Starker tag and were shocked and appalled to find Starker there.

Anyway, I refuse to "be serious" about imaginary scenarios involving fictional characters, and the beauty of fanfic is nobody has to be homophobic or transphobic if we don't write them that way, hope this helps

[starker-sorbet]

Tony sharing his first kiss with Peter. During a lab session together where they make a breakthrough in their latest project together, and the jubilation spurs him to finally make a move on the younger man.

@tstarksbingospectacular fill : B2 - First kiss bingo card below

[rottenrottweiler]

Rdj really whipped off of him when they cut like he was touching hot coals. Like yup haha that wasn't intimate at all and I got to kiss him on the cheek hehe

[lovelystarkersworld]

i always think about Tony and Peter desperately trying to hide their relationship from the other Avengers, scared of how'll they'll react. The only one who actually knows, the only one they've told, is Rhodey because he confronted them after they'd only been together for a week--Tony could never hide anything from that man.

And it works for a while, no one really suspects why Tony always wanted to be the one going on missions with Peter or why he got so upset when Peter, someone with insane regeneration power, ends up hurt or why Tony seemed to always hold back too much when sparring with him. They just assumed the older man was being protective over Peter, they all were!

It wasn't until they arrived early from a day off. They should've expected something was up, Tony had given them his card and told them to 'have fun'. When they walk in, chatting loudly, they hear a moan coming from downstairs. They pause their movements, almost as if to test if they heard correctly and they did, soon after another loud moan is sounding.

And they honestly assumed Tony had brought someone home when they weren't paying attention until Peter is walking up the stairs from the lab with a dazed look in his eyes, hair a mess, lips puffy and red, and marks lining his neck. He stops in his tracks and looks at everyone with wide eyes, "H-how long have you guys been here?"

Steve is the first one to speak up, immediately asking Peter is he was okay or if Tony had put him up to this. He wouldn't hesitate to defend Peters honor. And then it's Natasha and Bruce, standing behind Steve in agreement--willing to all fight for the young boy. It wasn't in a malicious way, they cared for the older man, but they needed to make sure that the younger wasn't being taken advantage of.

And then Tony trails up the stairs, whistling away, and he's stopping in his tracks like everyone before him when he spots the scene in the main room. The Avengers basically surrounding Peter like a bunch of birds around food, all talking over one another until they noticed Tony's presence. Then everyone was staring at him, waiting for an explanation.

He would be fighting for his life, assuring them that it was Peter who pursued him! He didn't even want this to begin with! He had denied his feelings for months, years even just for Peter to lay it on thick and seduce him into bed where Tony couldn't hold back on his feelings anymore.

But it's not until Peter is vouching for him, clearing the older man's name from any nasty accusations that they all back off a little bit. Though they didn't let him off the hook that easily, making both of them sit down and explain how and more importantly when this began.

Then Rhodey walks in with a bowl of cereal and is just like, "You guys didn't figure it out immediately? They spend every minute together? Are always touching in one way or another?"

It only took about a week and a half before everyone is cooing at how happy Peter seemed to be around Tony and they quickly noticed how much the older man coddled him, loved him. He would buy him anything he would even glance at, kiss his cheek whenever he so pleased and it had everyone playfully gagging.

And when Tony gets down on one knee, it's in the middle of one of his parties with just his friends surrounding them. He had practiced his speech a billion times and was basically sweating through his suit. Everyone is cheering loudly, drunk off their minds from liquor. Even Steve was drunk, Thor had brought some more Asgardian alochol.

They are all so excited to see Tony and Peters love story blossom into something beautiful.

idk just thinking about protective avengers who become #1 starker fans

[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."

[sodamnradd]

“I dare you to kiss Hermione,” said Ginny, grinning conspiratorially in her friend’s direction.

Hermione turned her attention to Malfoy, her stomach fluttering in anxious anticipation. But then she noticed the obvious discomfort on his face and her excitement fizzled. Weeks of studying together, late-night lab sessions—their prize-winning Potions project!—and he couldn’t even stomach the thought of one measly little kiss?

The common room fell silent when Malfoy didn’t budge. A dozen seventh and eighth-years sat around an empty Firewhisky bottle, its neck pointed in Malfoy’s direction like an accusation.

She wished the ground would swallow her whole.

Seconds later, Theo re-entered the room, donning a Slytherin jumper and a lumpy knit scarf, cheeks red after flying a lap around the castle starkers to fulfill his dare.

He looked around, confused. “What’s up?”

Hermione felt a sharp stab of betrayal seeing Theo in the scarf she’d knit Malfoy for Christmas. It wasn’t the cashmere or spider silk fabric he was used to, but Malfoy had seemed genuinely touched by the gesture, immediately replacing his Slytherin scarf with the one Hermione had made for him. In turn, Malfoy had tied his Slytherin scarf around her neck, stepping back to admire her with an affectionate look. The scarf had smelled like him, so naturally Hermione had kept it on all day. Even inside.

And now here was her gift, draped haphazardly around Theo’s neck like he’d grabbed the first thing he’d found on the floor to warm himself up. Message received.

Glaring daggers in Malfoy’s direction, Ginny replied coldly, “Nothing. Malfoy just thinks he’s too good to kiss Hermione on a dare.”

“Oh?” Theo eyed his best mate curiously.

Malfoy opened his mouth to reply, but then his gaze flicked down to Theo’s neck and whatever he’d wanted to say died on his lips as his eyes narrowed.

“I’ll kiss her.” Theo walked up to Hermione and cupped her cheeks. His hands were like slabs of ice, and she shivered, but then his lips, cold and hard, met hers and approximately five seconds later it was over and Hermione felt like crying.

The room seemed to heave a sigh of relief as Theo settled at the foot of Hermione’s armchair and spun the bottle again.

Hermione jumped off her seat and bolted for the dorms, not slowing even as footsteps followed her up the stairs.

“Granger, wait!”

“I just want to be alone right now,” she cried, nearly at her bedroom door.

A hand grabbed her arm.

She glanced down at his pale knuckles and the expanse of blond hair that disappeared beneath a bunched-up sleeve. She recalled the way he'd trembled when she’d traced the protruding veins of his forearm last week, waiting for their potion to boil. His gaze following her touch intricately.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked quickly.

She yanked her arm back, refusing to meet his eyes. “I’m humiliated. You made it seem like I was diseased!”

He made a painstaking groan. “I just didn’t want to kiss you like that. In front of everyone.”

“Right. Heavens forbid they catch you snogging a Mudblood.”

“No.” He shook his head. “It’s not that. Not at all.”

“What is it then?” She looked up, catching the familiar warmth in his eyes when he looked at her. Even mid-argument they held that affectionate sparkle. Seeing her.

He stepped back, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It’s just that—when I kiss you, I want you to know it’s because I’ve thought of nothing else for weeks.”

Her mind snagged on how he’d said ‘when’ and not ‘if’.

Smiling nervously, he touched her hand, stroking his thumb over the swell of her palm. Because of course, on top of his boyish good looks, astute ambition, and effortless sense of humour, the boy had to be sentimental, too. Gods.

He tugged her forward until their legs touched, eyes never leaving her face.

Heart hammering against her ribcage, Hermione lifted her head as Draco descended.

-

The next morning, he was waiting for her at the foot of the dormitory stairs. His scarf twisted delicately around his neck and tucked into his coat. When she reached the last step, he captured her chin between his fingers and kissed her with breathtaking confidence.

A stunned silence filled the common room as everyone watched Hermione and Draco leave together, their hands firmly intertwined.

(736 words, loosely inspired by a scene from 'Every Summer After' by Carley Fortune)

p.s. hi i missed writing dramione ficlets so here we are.

[winterspiderpurrs]

🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶

Aahhhhh @professional-benaddict you give me such ideas!

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

And thats where Stephen finds them later. Tony sitting with Peter in his lap, lazily kissing each other.

Peter had been stripped down to his briefs again with a suspicious damp spot on the front, Tony was still fully clothed, but his own belt and pants, while still on were undone.

Stephen smirks a little, he knew leaving that draw open would lead to Peter wanting to experiment. He wouldn't even have to know about the silent alarm that gets triggered when that draw gets opened. He shrugs off his jacket and hangs it up on the coat rack.

" You know Peter, even though I've known you longer, gotten you this job, Tony seems to always reap the benefits. I haven't even gotten a taste yet."

Peter pulls away from Tony. He blushes a little at getting caught kissing Tony, and the obvious scene that they did more. The drugs were stillnin his system, but its more of a mild haze by now. He blinks a little, looking over at Stephen and then at Tony.

Tony smirks, and lightly smacks Peter rear.

" Told you pretty boy. I'm not the only one. Give the Doc a kiss"

Peter turns to look back at Stephen. Even though he has known Stephen more, Tony just seemed more... approachable. He knew where he stood, Stephen, he wasn't sure. They knew each other professionally outside of this mansion. Peter slowly climbs out of Tony's lap. He sways a moment as his legs wake up from being stuck in the previous spot.

" Is... this...okay?"

He was aware enough to be slightly nervous, but that doesn't stop him from stepping closer to Stephen. Stephen who eyes are following his moves, his eyes sliding down and making notes of the wet spot on his boxer briefs, the puffiness of his lips from kissing Tony for so long, a faint bite mark over the fading bruises on his neck.

" We wouldn't have invited you here if it wasn't a possibility"

And if that doesn't stun Peter enough.

Stephen wraps his hand around the back of Peter's neck, pulls him up to where he had to get on his tip toes, and their lips meet in searing kiss . Peter moans into the kiss, moving to hold onto Stephen. A few moments later, a dazed Peter pulls back lightly.

"Wow... I've wanted to do that for... a long time"

Stephen smirks down at Peter, sliding his hand into Peter's hair, getting a tight grip of his hair, tugging on it. Peter gasps and Stephen leans back down and licks at Peter's lips.

" and you taste like Tony, such a good boy cleaning up the messes you make."

He lets go of Peter's hair and lightly kisses his cheek.

" I've wanted you the moment you walked into the operating room and told me to shove my scalpel up my ass cause you weren't going to be talked to like that"

Peter stares up Stephen.

" That was... 2 years ago."

part 26🖤 - AO3 link where everything is being posted for easier access

part 25 in the reblog @winterspiderpurrs 🖤🖤

tw: drugs, yet again🥴

The bed is huge and Peter lays on his back in a star shape, his limbs stretched out as far as they go. So far, so good, so good.

Petee giggles to himself. He might just have to reconsider his hard stance against drugs. Yes, he’s a nurse and knows the risks and possible effects. But, this is top of the notch stuff. And besides Peter will be careful, he won’t let this go out of hand. He promises himself.

Acceptance brings relief, and relief brings stillness. Stillness, is a little empty, so Peter wants to fill that with something. He ventures out of bed, bouncing on his feet as he heads out of the room.

It’s evening and the house is calm and quiet. It’s that time of the evening where one would enjoy a glass of something to wind down for the night. Peter heads to the living room, having a feeling that he will find Stephen or Tony there.

It’s his lucky day. Tony is sat in one of the comfortable chair by the fireplace, a glass of whiskey by his side. It does not even cross Peter’s mind to scold Tony for drinking while on pain meds still. Instead, Peter is very much thirsty for it himself.

“Oh, hey, tiny dancer.” Tony greets, noticing Peter’s presence.

“Hey, you…” Peter replies back, a giggle in his voice. He leans over the arm rest, breaching Tony’s personal space to get the whiskey glass. He takes a sip of it, grimacing at the burn in his throat, and then giggles again.

“Thirsty, are you? You want some too? Or something else?” Tony asks. He’s already noticed Peter’s blown pupils.

“Hmmm, what do you have? I like- sweet things.” Peter says and leans against the arm rest, then curves his back for Tony to see.

Tony chuckles low in his throat and ghosts his hand up Peter’s back.

“Barnes?”

The guard appears within a few moments.

“Yes, boss?”

“Are you any good at making cocktails? Peter likes sweet things.”

“I’ll do my best.” Bucky says a little tightly, not too happy with the task.

Peter bites his lip and shakes his head to make his curls bounce. It feels so easy to move like this. He fixes his eyes on Tony.

“Mr Stark…”

“Yes, dear?”

“I-I might… Not like mind.”

“How so?”

“Everything. I-I like it here, with all of you. And Bucky, loads! He’s so kind and hot!” Peter shouts towards the kitchen, giggling.

“I’m happy to hear that.” Tony smiles. “I’m very happy you’re here too. Stephen might not admit it out loud, but he feels the same.”

Peter blushes at that and flutters his eyelashes.

“I was gonna do something tonight.” The youbg man tries to focus on what he wants to say. “Like- an experiment. To see what it would be like. Cause- last time was sort of uhm- a blur. But, what I remember I really liked.”

“Good, good.” Tony nods.

“And- I don’t know what I’m sayin’, but… I just wanna be here. With you.” Peter lets out a frustrated huff. It it hard to put his feelings and thoughts into words.

Maybe… maybe something else could work.

Peter leans over, closer and closer. He can see the flames from the fireplace flicker in Tony’s eyes. They look warm and Peter wants that warmth so bad. He closes his eyes and lets his lips meet Tony’s in a firm kiss.

For a little moment, they just touch, but then Tony sits up and grabs Peter. He doesn’t feel exactly where those strong hands take a hold of him. It is like all of Peter’s consciousness is in his lips. And it feels like electricity.