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trashystarker · 1 year ago

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pictures don't lie - a starker one shot

Title: Pictures Don't Lie Fandom: MCU Pairing: Starker (Tony Stark x Peter Parker) Rating: Mature (Modern Day AU - Angst and Feels - Angst with a Happy Ending - Mild NSFW) Word Count: 2,300 Summary: Tony gets caught doing something harmless, and suffers the repercussions of it.

A/N: Here's my next offering for @starkerfestivals summer bingo event! Please enjoy!

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Red wine dripped off of Tony’s face, his shirt saturated with the beverage that had just been thrown on him. He watched Peter’s retreating form, his lover in clear distress, waving his hands around as he grabbed his keys off the table in the foyer of their shared apartment. He heard Peter yell a loud “Fuck you, Tony!” before storming out of their penthouse, slamming the door shut behind him.

He reached for a napkin, taking a moment to wipe off the Merlot that had made his face sticky. It was fine. He knew that Peter was going to have a strong reaction to what he’d just told him, but it was better if he heard from him first, right? Tony sighed. Maybe not. Maybe it would have been better another way.

“Friday - keep an eye on Peter tonight, okay?” He spoke to his AI, who he knew could hear him as he’d programmed the penthouse to always have her on hand.

“Of course, boss. Did something happen?” Friday’s voice came through the speaker.

“No.” He lied. Of course something had happened. Another fuck up of his in a long life of fuck ups. And here he’d thought that things had been going pretty well for both him and Peter.

Clearly, that was a mistake.

The sun was setting on the isle of Manhattan, painting it in the beautiful colors of pink and orange, the skyline lighting up with nature’s beautiful symphony on full display. He left the dining room table and walked towards the balcony, pulling off his wine soaked shirt as he got closer to an escape. He dropped the shirt on the floor and went outside, needing to put space between him and the mess that had happened only twenty minutes ago.

Things had gone well. Peter had come home after working a bit later in the office. That’s where he’d met him. Tony had hired the best to come out of MIT, and Peter had been the star graduate last year. He put him on a special project that had the two of them working side by side, and through daily interactions it became quite clear to Tony that he’d found his equal. His partner. The person he could trust his life with.

Thankfully, Peter Parker had felt the same way, and two months after they began to work close together, he moved into Tony’s penthouse apartment.

A soft sigh left Tony’s mouth as he gripped the railing of the balcony. His heart hurt. His head ached. His shoulders were too tight, and his stomach felt like it was going to regurgitate everything he’d eaten at dinner. Had it been in bad taste to save the important bits of conversation until the end of the meal? In hindsight, he knew that the answer was yes.

The picture that had caused such a stir in his lover was still on the table, looking like a mocking portrait that could only cause harm to him and his own. Tony hated that there had been a miscommunication between the both of them. Peter had told him that all he wanted from him was honesty. And here Tony was, being as honest as he could be, and was getting screwed because of it.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. Letting go of the cool railing, he pulled it out and felt tears begin to well up in his eyes. “I won’t be coming home tonight. Don’t ask me when I’m coming back. I don’t know. I won’t be at work tomorrow. Leave me be for a bit, Tony. Please.”

Of course he was going to give Peter the space that he deserved. That was needed right now. But, Tony was stubborn. He didn’t want Peter to run away. Not when they could talk about this, and discuss what had happened. “Take care.” It was all he could muster up the courage to say to him, when everything inside of him was breaking apart.

Walking back inside, he took a look at the photograph and the anger returned. He had done nothing wrong. He’d gone to see his ex, and while the photograph looked more incriminating than it truly was, a picture was worth a thousand words. And it was clear what those words were.

Cheater.

Liar.

Destroyer of happiness.

Tony had gone to see his ex after a text had been sent to him, requesting for a friendly meeting. Tony didn’t think it was going to turn into this big production, but once he saw this photograph he knew that it was going to ruin everything. One simple act of kindness - two old friends sharing what was only a friendly laugh but could be seen as something more - had taken away the one person he’d cared about the most and pushed him away.

"I need to show you something.” Tony had said, as they were finishing up their pasta. “And you’re not going to like it.”

“Why do you think that?” His young lover - younger by about twenty years - looked up at him, the smile he loved to see so much present on his face. “I can’t be mad at you, Tony. You know I love you.”

“I know, sweetheart. But trust me, this is going to hurt. And please, believe me when I say that I had no intention of hurting you like this.”

The smile started to slip off of Peter’s face. “Tony, you’re scaring me now. What’s going on?”

He picked up the manila envelope that had been sitting on the table this entire time, and took the photograph out of it. He put it on the table, and saw Peter’s face begin to grow pale. “It isn’t how it looks.”

“Bullshit.” Peter pointed at the picture. “That’s Pepper Potts, isn’t it?”

“It is.” Tony had been open with Peter about his previous partners. Pepper had been someone he’d intended on making a life with, but things never worked out that way. Tony was actually glad that had happened, as it wouldn’t have brought Peter into his life. “But it’s like I said, it isn’t how it looks.”

“She’s got her arms around you.” Peter kept staring at the image. “You’re laughing.”

“I know.”

“You never laugh like that.”

He felt his stomach twist. “You know that isn’t true, Peter. I laugh with you like that often.”

“Did you sleep with her?”

“No.”

“You’re lying.”

“No, I’m not.”

The chair Peter was sitting on scraped against the floor as he hastily stood up. Tony was about to say something when Peter picked up his glass of wine, and threw it on him. “Fuck you, Tony.” He heard the tears in Peter’s voice, whether they were from anger or sadness, Tony didn’t know. He watched him leave, and heard him grab his keys off the table. Another loud ‘fuck you’, and his lover was gone.

All because of one stupid moment captured on film, making it look like two old flames rekindling something that was no longer there. Tony knew that Peter had every right to have reacted the way he had. If he'd come across a picture of Peter with MJ like this, well….Tony knew how he would respond, and how Peter reacted was with more dignity than he was physically capable of.

He went to his shared bedroom with Peter and went into their bathroom. He got into the shower, peeling off the rest of his clothes before doing so, needing to wash both the wine and his sadness off of his body. If this was the end between him and Peter, then fine. He’d make sure that Peter found a place to work at that could utilize both his talent and his charm to be a direct competitor to Stark Industries. He never meant to hurt him by spending time with his ex. It was a misunderstanding.

But aren’t all break ups caused by a misunderstanding? At least, to one person they might be. To the other, it might be as plain as day why the relationship was coming to an end. Tonight, it seemed that Tony was aware of both sides, and had to accept it.

Sleep was impossible. He stared up at the ceiling, feeling like utter death as the person that should be next to him was no longer there. He was tempted to ask Friday where he was, but decided that that might not be the wisest idea. For all he knew, Peter was getting revenge on him by sleeping with someone from his past. Wanting to even the score, even though there was no score to settle.

The front door of the penthouse opened at close to three in the morning. Tony held his breath as he saw a shadow walk into the room. The air smelled like booze. Peter had gone drinking. He could smell the whisky on his breath from twenty feet away. He heard him sniffle, and then saw his shadow begin to take off his clothes. Tony kept his breath quiet, as he didn’t want Peter to know he was awake. But, it seemed his younger lover knew because as soon as he hit the bed, he crawled into Tony’s space and put his arms around him.

Tony didn’t hesitate. He pulled Peter into a hug, letting him cry against his shoulder. “I didn’t cheat on you.” Tony whispered into his ear, as he heard Peter cry harder. “You’re the only person I want, Peter. No one else. Pepper is a distant memory. She’s a friend. Nothing more.”

“Do you promise?” Peter’s voice cracked, as he pulled his head away from Tony’s shoulder and stared into his eyes. “I can’t do this again, Tony. I don’t like how this feels. I feel awful. I feel sick.”

“That’s because you drank too much.” Tony tried to lighten the mood, his lip curled up in a half-smirk. “Did you get a fifth on sale?”

“I went and hung out with Ned.” Peter returned his head to his shoulder, and exhaled a long sigh. “I need you to promise me what you’re saying is the truth.”

He brought his hand up to Peter’s face, and wiped away a few tears from his cheek. “I promise, Peter. There is no one else. Only you.”

“How do I know that?”

“You have to trust me.” Tony knew that was a tall ask. “I trust you.”

“I want to trust you, but I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“You hurting me. Again.” A broken whisper came out of Peter’s mouth.

Lowering himself down to be face to face with Peter, he looked into his eyes and could see the tears still there. “I will probably hurt you, but not because it’s my intention. I’m human, Peter. I expect you to hurt me too, but what makes us stronger is when we talk about it. When we don’t run away from each other.”

“I’m sorry.” Peter bit his lip.

“Don’t be. You had every right to leave.” He brought his forehead to Peter’s, and took a deep breath. “You came home.”

“I wanted to be with you. I needed to know that I was wrong.”

“Be patient with me, Peter. You’re going to see things you may not want to see, but always know that you are the only person who has this.” He brought Peter’s hand to his chest. “No one else gets this. Only you. You’re the only person I’m in love with.”

“Tony…”

Peter kissed him first, Tony willingly letting him take control of the kiss with a deep groan. His arms slid around Peter’s naked body, pulling him to lay on top of him as their kiss continued to deepen. Peter’s tongue filled his mouth, making parts of his body sing for joy, while it healed the ache in both his head and his heart. He felt Peter roll his hips, pushing himself against his body, Tony welcoming the touch with another deep groan.

“I love you.” He whispered into Peter’s ear, as his cock slid deep into his body, Peter’s soft moans now filling his ears. “I love you so much, Peter.”

“I l-love you, Tony!” Peter cried out, his moans becoming louder. “Oh, God…”

“Yes, sweetheart…” Tony knew that his lover was close. He reached between their bodies and began to pump his cock with his fist, his hips moving in an erratic pattern.

“Tony!!”

It was all he needed to hear. All he ever wanted to hear. Peter fell from his high as Tony brought him to an orgasm, the warmth of his hot seed flowing between his fingers as he pumped his cock through the bliss. Tony’s hips stuttered as a deep moan left his own mouth, thrusting deep inside for one final time as his own cock exploded, pouring his essence into Peter’s warm channel.

After a quick clean up, Peter secured himself back in Tony’s arms. “I vote tomorrow be a do nothing day.” Peter yawned, as Tony’s fingers began to play with the curls on the back of Peter’s neck.

“I think that’s an excellent plan.” Tony brushed his lips against Peter’s temple. “I’m sorry, Peter. Truly.”

“I know, Tony. I’m sorry too.” Peter lifted his head, and kissed him on the lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He waited for Peter to fall asleep before he allowed himself to drift off. He knew that this wouldn’t be the last time something like this happened, but he was for sure going to try to make sure it didn’t happen again. But he was only human, and sometimes made bad choices. Luckily, though, his lover had been the right choice. Peter Parker was his better half; always had been and always would be. That made Tony Stark the luckiest man on the planet.

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trashystarker · 1 year ago

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starker one shot - odd man out

Title: odd man out Fandom: MCU Pairing: Starker (Tony Stark x Peter Parker) Rating: Mature (Mild NSFW - Established Relationship - Jealousy - Possessive Tony - Aged Up Peter Parker - Car Sex) Prompt: Possessive! Tony Word Count: ~1,925

Summary: The Avengers are at a fancy dinner gala, and Tony gets an extreme case of jealousy over his young lover, and how flirtatious Peter seems to be with their other teammates.

A/N: Hello! I’m participating in the @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo! Here is my first offering. Please enjoy!

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Tony was trying to keep his cool. He began to count to ten in his head, starting from ten and working his way backwards as his eyes tracked the person that was causing his current state. He could see him across the room, looking as stunning as ever in a three piece suit that he had custom-made for him, because of course he was going to dress his lover in the finest clothes that his tailor could offer. The suit hugged him in all the right places, almost too good, if Tony was being honest with himself. But that was fine, it was fine. It didn’t matter. Just because his lover looked like a piece of meat waiting to be eaten by anyone didn’t actually mean that that was the case.

Except, it totally was.

He could see Thor now leaning in towards his lover, who was laughing at whatever lame joke the stupid God of Thunder was saying to him. He could see Steve was also standing nearby him, the three of them now in a conversation that Tony wished he could hear. From the way the three of them were laughing, he knew that it was about him. It had to be.

“Want another drink, Tones?” He turned to look at his best friend, who was coming back to their table after getting roped into a conversation with someone from Washington. “What’s the matter? You look like you’re upset.”

“I’m. Not. Upset.” The words came out clipped, his tongue pushing against the back of his teeth as he kept his eyes locked on his lover.

“Sure. Right.” Rhodes rolled his eyes. “Look, I’m going to grab another drink. I’m surprised you didn’t ask Peter to bring you something back.” Rhodes pointed across the room where his lover was. “Ah. Okay. Yep. That makes a lot more sense.”

Tony tore his eyes away from the way Peter was now hanging off of Steve’s shoulder, Steve’s arm around his waist in a companionable way. To anyone else, it would look like two friends having a laugh, but to Tony it looked like Peter was being stolen away from him. And he did not like having his things touched. In any sort of manner. “What?” He looked at Rhodes, who was shaking his head and chuckling. “What the hell is so funny, Rhodey?”

“You, Tony. You.” Rhodes pointed across the way. “The kid has been on the team for how long now?”

“Three years.”

“Three years!” A loud laugh left his friend’s mouth. “Do you see how stupid you look right now? You know the kid is madly in love with you. If you’re worried that he’s flirting, well, I mean, he probably is. But that’s because he’s a nice kid, Tony.” Rhodes came over to him, and put his hand on his shoulder. “Stop being jealous.”

“I’m not.” Tony knew he was. He was more than jealous. This was bad. This was dangerous.

“You are a terrible liar, Tones. Now, sit there and stop looking like you want to murder your teammates.” Rhodes stepped back. “I’ll go get Peter and bring him back to you. Will that make you happy?”

“No.”

“Again with the lies.” Tony watched Rhodes walk away, listening to his laughter that made that anger continue to boil inside of him. Of course Rhodes was right. He wanted Peter by his side. He needed Peter by his side. No one else was supposed to touch him. That friendly business with both Steve and Thor was not going to happen again. Not if he had something to say about it.

Five minutes later, Rhodes was walking back with Peter, who was leaning up against him, looking completely shitfaced. Ah. Now it made sense. Peter did have a tendency to be more flirtatious when he had a little bit too much to drink. And if he knew any better, he’d have to say that Thor no doubt had given him some Asgardian whiskey - that shit was the only thing that could get Steve drunk. And with Peter’s high metabolic rate, it would do the trick nicely.

“Tony!” Peter dropped down in the chair next to him. “Hi. Hi, Tony. Hi, Mr. Stark.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, and resumed counting again. “Peter.” It was no secret that the two of them had something going on between them. While it wasn’t necessarily announced that they were together, Tony thought better of his colleagues who were supposed to be keeping an eye on his lover. Not flirt back with him when he got like this. “Did Thor give you something tonight?”

“You mean the booze?” Peter’s head was now resting on his shoulder. “That stuff is strong, Mr. Stark.”

“Peter.” As much as he adored his lover calling him by that name, he also liked it when he referred to him by his first name. “Come on. Party’s over.” He stood up, and put his arm around Peter’s waist. The memory of how Steve had been standing in this same exact position made him grumble under his breath, still not quite pleased by how this dinner was turning out tonight.

Peter leaned up against him, his arm thrown around his waist. Tony grimaced, the strength that Peter used wasn’t quite painful but it was pretty close. “Are we going home now, Tony?”

“We are.” He nodded his head. He looked across the room, and flipped Steve and Thor off. Steve looked offended, and Thor began to laugh his head off. He’d lecture Steve later.

Happy pulled up at the valet, Tony opening the back car door. He helped Peter into the backseat, and then crawled in after him. “Happy - let’s stop by Burger King on the way back to the tower, please.”

“You got it, boss.” The partition went up, leaving Tony alone with Peter.

Looking down at his shoulder, he saw Peter’s eyes were closed, but he wasn’t asleep. Not yet. “Peter.” He saw his eyes open. “Do you know why we’re leaving?”

“Because I messed up.”

He shook his head. “No, baby. You didn’t mess up.” He reached for Peter’s cheek, and gently rested his hand against it. Peter turned into the touch, making his own anger ebb away as he stared at his lover. “I….have issues.”

“About what?”

Tony gently stroked his thumb across the soft skin of Peter’s cheek, his breath touching his wrist, the cool air feeling nice against his somewhat heated skin. “I don’t like it when others are putting their hands on you.”

“They were??” The confusion in Peter’s voice made Tony’s heart ache. “Who was touching me? I’m sorry, Tony.”

“You probably weren’t aware it was happening, but it was all I could see.” Tony brought his forehead close to Peter’s, his lips hovering above his as he kept his hand resting against his cheek. “I don’t like it, Peter. You’re mine.”

“Yours.” Peter whispered, nodding his head. “I’m yours, Tony. I don’t want to be anyone else’s but yours.”

“I know, baby.” It felt good to hear the confirmation. “No more drinking that Asgardian alcohol, okay? Not unless I’m physically there with you.”

“I promise.”

Lowering his head, he sealed his lips over Peter’s, moaning low as Peter’s lips parted for him almost immediately. He slipped his tongue inside of his mouth, tasting the strong liquor on his breath, but it was fine. He knew his own probably tasted like bourbon, as that was his own drink of choice. They made out in the backseat, Peter moving to sit on his lap, the two of them now grinding against each other, the physical need to be together too powerful to ignore.

Happy tapped on the partition. Tony groaned as Peter pulled away, burying his head against his neck as Tony tapped on the intercom. “What’s up, Happy?” He asked, Peter’s steady panting in his ear making this a very difficult conversation for him.

“We’re home, boss. I’ll take the burgers upstairs. You two, uh…well..”

“Loud and clear, Happy. Thank you. See you upstairs.”

The intercom went silent, and Tony heard a car door open and close. He put his lips against Peter’s ears, his hands going down to grab a handful of his ass. “We’re alone. And home.”

“F-Fuck me, Tony?”

“It’d be my pleasure, baby.”

They quickly got out of their pants, and Tony quickly rolled a condom on. As much as he hated them, he knew that this would be the best route right now, as it would be the least messy. Pushing the tip of his cock up against Peter’s spread hole, he brought him back down onto his lap, his cock pushing against Peter’s inner walls as the both of them moaned in succession.

He reached between their bodies and grabbed onto Peter’s cock, jerking him off as he watched Peter bounce himself hard. “T-Tony!” Peter’s hands were on the roof of the car, his hips undulating back and forth, Tony’s cock being pushed deeper into his body. “T-Tony, I’m gonna…”

“Come, baby…” He moaned low, his own release mere seconds away. “Come for me, Peter…” He begged Peter, and listened as Peter’s moans began to change. Cum began to coat his fingers as he stroked Peter through his release, moaning low. “Yes….” He dropped him down one final time onto his lap, and released a groan as he spilled his own mess into the condom, his ears ringing as he came hard.

Peter returned his head to his shoulder, panting hard. “Gosh, that was nice.” A goofy smile was now on his lover’s face. That was the smile that Tony adored. The smile that only he gets to see.

“It was, wasn’t it?” Using his handkerchief, he cleaned up his hand and took care of the little leakage from Peter’s softening cock, then slowly lifted him up off of his lap. He was quick to tie off the condom, and then tucked himself back into his pants. “Let’s go eat some cheeseburgers.”

“Mmmm cheeseburgers.”

Back upstairs, the two of them sat at the communal dining room table, enjoying their burgers and fries when the rest of the Avengers returned from the party. Peter excused himself, and Tony watched him leave as Steve came over at him, and shook his head. “You could have said something, Tony.”

“I did.” He held up his hand, and flipped him off again. “You of all people should know by now, I don’t like my things touched.”

“It was nothing.” Natasha was quick to come to Steve’s defense. “Don’t worry about it. It won’t happen again. We know Peter is yours.”

“Damn right.” Tony wadded up the wrappers of his burger, and tossed it into the trash. “Good party tonight. Ten out of ten, let’s do it again.”

“You know we will.” Clint remarked, as he dropped down onto one of the couches. “Go be with Peter, Tony.”

He waved them off, and then headed to Peter’s room, where he saw his lover was waiting for him with a shy smile on his face. “Sleep here tonight?” Peter requested.

“As if I would sleep anywhere else.”

The group knew how he felt about Peter, and how he felt about certain things. Tony knew that this would more than likely happen again, because no one seemed to care about how he felt about certain things. And that was fine. He would do this again, and again. Because that’s who he was. Tony Stark, the billionaire playboy who had problems with sharing.

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