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peterbae · 3 years

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Into it — Starker

W: age difference, incest kink — Peter and Tony aren’t actually related, but they like to pretend they do, exhibitionism kink

Author’s note: Okay, so I saw this @starkerxstarker ‘s prompt and decided to write something just for myself. I decided to publish it tho, so I hope you’ll enjoy it!

(English isn’t my first language so forgive me for any mistakes) ...

Well, the blame wasn’t his to begin with, no matter what Tony says now.

It started pretty normal with Tony’s “Yes, show Daddy how much you love his cock.”, when Peter was going down on him, and then it turned into something more.

After discovering that they both shared this one specific kink, they made the very best of it. It turned them on more than anything else before — age difference, the obvious power play and an adrenaline rush they got from thinking they could get caught. And get caught they did…

The only peaceful morning Avengers could have (since Thor was absent due to him visiting Lady Jane), as Clint referred to it every time he told this story, the heroes were eating their breakfast. Pop tarts weren’t flying in the air so they deemed it a success. Steve made some French toasts and their happy chatter could be heard from the elevator. Unfortunately, if someone was engaged in other business, the presence of Captain America, Black Widow, Hulk, Hawkeye and the Falcon could be missed. Especially when a ride from ones bedroom to communal kitchen took so long and you were graced with company of your younger, persuasive boyfriend.

The two appeared in the hall, abandoning elevator’s wall for the hall’s one. It was just Parker’s luck, as Tony later explained, that their current location gave the group perfect view of what was happening. Mind you, they were about to stop them, but before they could, Tony’s mouth found its way to younger man’s neck and as he threw his head back, he moaned: “Oh, Daddy”.

The silence that followed was broken by gagging sounds made both by Clint and Sam. Natasha just raised her perfect eyebrow and Steve… Well, he blushed and asked them to take a seat.

What the Avengers did not know was that he liked it. One look at Tony made Peter’s knees weak and he could hardly focus on his breakfast. But he survived awkward boner and later on had very successful time in older man’s lab. Genius noticed — of course he did. He always did. And if Peter cum on the spot after hearing Stark’s dirty talk and mentions of glass walls that exposed them to anyone who would dare to visit Tony’s dungeon, as they liked to call it, nobody needed to know.

But then it turned into something else. After accepting the whole daddy kink thing they had going on, they went on a little trip. Somehow they ended up in some small town in Virginia. It wasn’t as bad as Tony made it to be and Peter really liked town’s aesthetic. It was also very funny to see his daddy stumble when the fifth person he tried to charm didn’t recognise him. Peter hid his mouth in his fist and tried to stay calm, when the oblivious waitress took their order.

“And anything else for your son?” She asked, and Peter immediately froze. He looked up only to see genius’s unreadable expression. “No, that will be all, thank you.” He told young woman.

When he caught genius’s eye, he didn’t know if he was upset. Tony gave the waitress his press smile and then focused on his own food. Spider-man couldn’t quite figure him out so he did the same.

You see, the thing is, Peter didn’t know if his boyfriend was upset, but he did know that waitress’s words excited him. Only couple of minutes later he caught Tony’s gaze on his red cheeks, which made him blush even more.

Peter coughed, trying to act like he was fine, but the dark eyes that were currently on his mouth didn’t make it easier. “Eat your pancakes, Pete. Dad’s got a thing he has to take care of later.” He murmured and Peter knew he was in for a hell of a ride.

The pension they were staying in wasn’t too far, so about half an hour later, they found themselves in their room. Peter’s back was on the wall, his hands held above his hand in a tight grip.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Tony asked, getting younger man to shiver under his gaze. “The thought of them seeing us as father and son.” Older man continued. “You like being seen as this pure, innocent boy, huh, Pete?” He asked and all Peter could do in response was nod. He whined, high pitched voice going straight to genius’s cock. “Now, now, Pete, use your words.” The older man hummed, scratching the back of spider-man’s neck. “You’re a big boy, aren’t you?” He teased.

Peter blinked, his eyes slowly focusing on a figure in front of him. His eyes a little bit darker than usual, his mind practically blank because of their little making out session. It took him a minute, but Anthony was nothing if not a patient man (he really wasn’t, but for his dearest, he could wait). He waited this long and Peter knew he could wait longer. He wasn’t going to give in, no matter how desperate his boyfriend was.

“Ah, I—I do.” Younger moaned eventually. “You… Your age..” He groaned but somehow he knew that Tony knew what he meant. He wasn’t wrong, because brunette soon took a pity on him and his fingers found its way to Peter’s hole.

The thing is, it didn’t end with that. They continued, at first a little hesitant (Peter) and amused (Tony), not leaving their bedroom as they often did before discovering this new kink. It’s been almost three weeks after their little trip to Virginia, when Peter, face flushed with embarrassment, threw something at Tony. It was an ad, apparently targeted at fathers and their teenage sons. Older male only sent him a quick glance, raised one eyebrow, but didn’t say a word. The next thing he knew, KAREN informed him about the new appointment on his calendar and boy, was he excited.

The festival or whatever the thing was, wasn’t what Peter suspected it would be. He thought about something more or less related to countryside carnivals. At least, that’s what the flier said. As it turned out, it was more of a private celebration for the richest. Of course, man like Tony Stark was greeted with open arms, and as Peter later realised, that’s precisely why he agreed to come in the first place. They were safe from a public eye here. He knew he should’ve felt relief, but the well hidden disappointment was still there. That’s when it became clear to him — he wanted the world to see, to know that Tony Stark was his and to think about the filthy things they could be caught on doing only turned him even more on.

He survived — somehow — politely answering all the questions, smiling at businessmen, eating his ice cream and following Tony’s path all day. He even called him dad once or twice, only to see Iron Man’s facade falter. The man was too stoic for his liking, his press smile on, his eyes hidden under the expensive glasses. It’s safe to say that these couple of times were the only things that Peter actually enjoyed.

At the end of the day, it wasn’t really as fun as he imagined it would be. Whole event reminded im about the galas they attended regularly, all pretty clothes and boring speeches. It just wasn’t what Peter was looking for.

That’s why the next day, when he found himself pushed to the glass wall of Tony’s office, he didn’t hide his face. Older man asked him if being caught turned him on and he decided it was now or never. He threw his head back, laying it on older’s arm and looked at him with hooded eyes. “So much.” He whispered, only to moan shamelessly when man’s hand massaged him through his pants. Peter wanted more and he hoped that the heavy gaze of his lover meant he understood his tricky signs. If not, he could start considering openly talking about this thing, but god, he didn’t want to. He wasn’t exactly what you’d call shy, but the bedroom stuff still wasn’t something he enjoyed to talk about. After all, he always liked the hands on experience better.

The fact that he was dating genius came in handy. Tony always noticed everything about his surroundings. He was able to tell what was wrong with any household object after short inspection and more often than not was also able to tell what Peter tried to tell him indirectly. That was the case this time too.

Sunday evening they found themselves in some expensive restaurant that older man swore Pepper recommended. They sat in the darkest corner of the place and after couple minutes they decided what they wanted.

Tony greeted waiter with an easy smile, noticing his awestruck gaze. At this moment Peter knew that they were leaving huge tip. Genius always did, but especially when someone so obviously excited to see him, still acted professional and did their best to make them feel comfortable — ordinary, as he heard brunette once say with that longing look.

“The same for my son.” Tony said, not even bothering to hide his wide grin.

Peter decided that two could play a game and soon, he added: “Dad, I’m 19, I can order for myself.” He scolded the man, sending the waiter small smile.

Poor worker, unaware of their little game, just nodded along and left. The next thing he knew, Tony stood up, relocating himself so he sat beside Peter.

“So you’re all grown up now, huh?” Billionaire asked, tracing younger’s spine with his left hand. “We both know you’re just as helpless as the baby, Pete…” He whispered, his breath tasing the skin of teenager’s neck.

“What are you doing?” Peter asked, when older found his way to front of his pants. He unbuttoned them regardless of younger’s almost silent protests. The rest of the guests couldn’t possibly see what was going on, but he could bet on the fact that his face was a give away anyway. He was hard, so he couldn’t exactly lie to the man next to him. Beside, it wasn’t like he was enjoying it.

The humiliation became even more apparent when the confused waiter came back. The two were still hidden, but figuring out what they were doing wasn’t really a rocket science. It was a miracle that they weren’t being thrown out on the spot. Peter suspected it had something to do with the fact that they were Avengers and the man currently stroking his dick could probably buy and destroy the whole restaurant without losing any serious money.

“Ah, Peter, darling, let daddy help you with that.” Tony teased and teen could only feel sorry for the, now absolutely red, waiter. He noted to tell his boyfriend to be exceptionally generous with tips today. After all, this, whatever it was, probably wasn’t in the poor guy’s job description. And they did let him think that they were related at first. Peter just hoped they didn’t scare him for the rest of his life with their little incest thing.

“Tony, we’re gonna get caught.” He choked, placing his hand on the genius’s forearm. He didn’t push or tried to maneuver older’s hand out of his well fitted jeans. He just unconsciously held it — probably to gain some balance. Not that he was in any shape to think about that now, when Tony started moving his hand. “Would that really be so bad, though?” Superhero asked, caressing younger’s thigh with his free hand. “Wouldn’t you like them all to know that you belong to me?” He whispered, almost completely covering him from curious eyes. After being teased and held so closely he could very well smell what was undoubtedly Tony’s expensive cologne and the scent that was entirely just him, all Peter could do was whine. He gave in, just like that, allowing himself to finally enjoy this fantasy of his.

Soon, they found themselves sitting in a sports car, Peter with sticky briefs and Tony with a smug smile. If the hard on in genius’s suit pants was anything to go by, this was another thing the superheroes were not going to give up quickly. And if they scandalised more waiters, they always made sure to make it up to them with generous tips.

#starker #starkercest #peter x tony

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the-mad-starker · 4 years

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Tagged by @petersmocha and @tony-is-my-daddy 💗 ty for the tag! 😊

Share your lockscreen, your last saved photo and the last song you've listened to.

Hahaha I love that my battery is at 69% and the pic was from looking for pics for a moodboard 😅

Tagging @starkerkeyz @venomondenim @starkly @tonystarkisaslut @starkerxstarker @jeranasblog @starkeristheendgame @starkerscoop @peachbabypie 💗

#tag game

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darker-soft-starker · 3 years

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this or that AU | tagged by the loveliest humans in the world @tonyandpeter @starkerscoop @bluestarker x thank you xo

coffee shop or flower shop • alternate universe or fix-it • rivals to lovers or childhood friends • angst hurt/comfort or fluff • love at first sight or pining • modern au or historical au • soulmate or unrequited • fake dating or secret dating • breakup and makeup or proposals and weddings • getting together or established relationship • oblivious pining or domestic fluff • hurt/comfort or crack • meet the parents or meet-cute • time travel or parallel universe

Tagging: @chokememrstark @frenchfrostpudding @starkerxstarker @starker-obsession @itfeelssogoodmrstark @the-mad-starker @thestarkerisobvious @professional-benaddict

#tag game #i am not caught up on who has changed what url so im sorry if i missed anyone :(

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tightaroundthewebshooter · 4 years

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Kinktober Day 3

fisting - tony/harley

warnings: none. obvious AU, so no underage.

read on ao3

tagging @starkerxstarker because i know you wanted more starley content <3

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Sex with Harley never just ends. He likes to draw it out, lay between Tony’s legs and suck on his softened cock, or grind in his lap while playing with his nipples, or like tonight, let Tony tease his hole, gently fucking him with two fingers. Tony loves it, watching how easily his body opens up for him after being stretched by his dick is mesmerizing.

He presses a kiss to his boy’s shoulder before easing a third finger in, using his free hand to spread him open for a better view. Harley takes it well, moaning and pushing back. It’s starting to look like a two-round kind of night.

“Ready to go again, Baby? Didn’t get enough?” Tony chuckles “You’re insatiable.”

“More.”

“More?” he echoes “you want my cock?”

“No, more, please.”

“Okay, I’ve got you,” he confirms, understanding what Harleys asking for. He finds the lube hidden in the sheets, pulls his fingers back and dribbles some over all four of his fingers, and then returns to Harley’s hole, carefully pressing them all in, making sure to brush against his prostate as he does. It doesn’t take much to work him back up, slow but sure thrusts making him sigh and tilt his hips up.

“More, Tony, I’m ready,”

The request makes him raise his eyebrow, a little surprised. “Are you sure? You’ve never taken my thumb, too,”

“Not your thumb! Well yes,” he babbles “I want your thumb and then your whole hand,”

Tonys slowly chubbing cock twitches just at the thought, but his heart hammers too.

“Jesus Christ, Harley. I don’t want to hurt you,” it’s a valid concern, because with all his sexual experience Tonys never done this, and he was Harleys first and only.

Harley, flushed and sweaty and oh so pretty, just smiles at him. “We can stop if you want, but I think i can take it,” he said, and that’s enough for Tony,

He pulls his fingers back out, and considers the size of his hand. He pours an excessive amount of lube onto his hand, and then pours some more, spreads it across every inch of skin, and all around his wrist, and then applies the rest to Harleys opening. He puts his thumb and fingers together and gets right to it.

His hand goes in pretty smoothly until they reach the thickest part. “The knuckle is the widest,” he says “Do you want is fast or slow?”

“Try twisting while you push,” Harley suggests, panting and bracing himself.

Tony trusts him, so he follows his advice, pushing and twisting at the same time. There’s still resistance, but just as he considers letting up, Harley’s muscles let him past and they both gasp as his hand disappears inside of him.

“Oh,” Harley sobs “Oh god!”

“Baby? You alright,”

“Fuck, Tony!”

“Do you need to stop?”

“No, no! I’m close, it’s so good,”

He uses his free hand to rub Harleys back, admire the way he’s clenched around his wrist, and thrust, just a little, less than half an inch, and Harleys thrashing and yelling and coming all over the bed. He’s quiet once he stops trembling, and when Tony turns his head to see his face he’s met with a look of complete satisfaction and bliss.

It’s actually kind of worrying, because that look is usually followed by Harley passing out, and Tony still has his fist in his ass.

#kinktober 2020 #harley/tony #starley #harley keener #tony stark #nff #kinktober #My writing #my works

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areluctantsblog · 4 years

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Teacher!Tony wrong number au - Part 9

Part1 Part2 Part3 Part4 Part5 Part6 Part7 Part8

Fucking finally, ey? I can’t tell you how incredibly grateful I am for all the support this story kept getting during this huge hiatus. Make no mistake, it was you, dear people, who got me through it, especially in the past couple of month, while my inspiration warred with my guilt and anxiety about this story.

I tag each and every one of you with a special thank you! @scarletmanuka1 @whenfandomscollide @speckledcoffeecups @hogwartstoalexandria @aoifelaufeyson @geekmom13 @red-eyes88 @Pretzelpoetry @lunakir @airebellah @starkercrossedlovers @smidnite @try--again2244 @greyastocoal @ur-fav-starker-stan @prihoney @ravens-starker-stuff @starker-reader @emeraldstark @starkerxstarker @maqnusbae @nyctophile3000 @spider-iron-man @rebel13lion39 @youknowwhoiamx @theatrekidwithissues @blueyoshi97 @t-hollands-bitch @starkerintheparker

Have fun reading!

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Peter scoffs, but some of the weight lifts from his chest even though he still doesn’t have any idea what to tell his best friend. He sees Ned typing, so he waits for his next message.

The tight knot around Peter's windpipe loosens a bit as a soft chuckle escapes him.

Seeing his friend's apology prompts Peter to reply. He types hastily.

Peter stares at the screen for a long minute before hitting call with a sigh. His chest feels like a battlefield where warm fuzzy butterflies war with cold clammy hands that cut off his breath.

“Hey, man, what’s up?” comes his best friend’s excited voice.

“Um, hi," Peter chokes out and winces at how feeble he sounds.

Every time he talks about it, he feels an ever bigger mess. It's as if talking about it would make it more real. Less easy to handle. And yet, when he's with Tony—God, he's been with Tony twice now!—things seem to come so easily. Why does it have to become so complicated when he thinks about it? Sure, when he's with Tony, his mind is reduced to mush, but at least he doesn't wonder about how real things are. And even if they were real, wouldn’t he feel happy? Euphoric even… Peter groans.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Peter hurries to say. It rings false even to his own ears, and yet it helps him realise that objectively it’s true. He's panicking, yes, but nothing's really wrong. At least not with him. When he thinks about Tony though, his heart aches.

Ned remains silent.

“Um,” Peter starts again. “That’s not… It’s complicated. I’m okay, though. Well, I'm a mess," he admits, voice cracking, "but that's no news." He needs to take a break. He's having difficulty breathing and he feels hot all over. He wants to tell Ned, wants to somehow be able to explain the turmoil within him, but he can’t get the words out. He rakes his fingers through his hair, scraping the back of his neck with more force than necessary.

“Anyway…” he starts, pumping himself to speak the words. What comes out instead is… Not the words he meant. “How was your ride home?” His voice betrays him again, jumping several notes higher.

Ned laughs. “Don’t get me wrong, I’d be happy to tell you about all the wonders a half-an-hour subway ride can offer, but I really don’t believe that you’re interested in that right now.”

“No, you are right,” Peter admits, deflating. At least his voice sounds like his own now, even though it’s weak again. "Something… Something has happened.”

He can hear a sharp intake of breath from the other end of the line.

Fuck, he still hasn't thought this through. How can he tell it to Ned? However involuntary Tony’s confidence might have been, he can’t betray it. And now he's given the wrong impression.

“Nothing like that," he assures quickly. "Nothing like you know, between us. It’s about Tony and I don’t think he’d appreciate if I told you,” Peter confesses. “I’m sorry,” he adds, readying himself for a hurt comeback.

He's an idiot. Why has he teased, if he won't spill it?

“Wow, man. You know a secret about your crush?”

At first, Peter barely notices how different his best friend sounds than he expected, but then he processes it and as the excitement in Ned's voice penetrates his mind, he sags with relief.

"You're the best, Ned, you know that, right?" Peter sighs.

"Come off it," Ned huffs, but Peter can tell that he's pleased.

He smiles and thinks.

"I mean, it's kinda personal," he admits, "and well, I'm not telling it, so it's secret, I guess."

There’s a moment of silence before they both burst out laughing. The heavy feeling in Peter’s chest finally dissipates, and heat pools into its place as the butterflies win the battle inside him. He pulls his pillow to his chest, and squeezes it tightly to keep himself from wriggling and squealing.

"Wow, man."

"Yeah," Peter's voice breaks.

"Do you think that he…?" Ned doesn't finish, but he doesn’t need to: Peter's brain supplies several different options in a heartbeat.

Does Tony know how he feels? How does Tony feel about Peter now? Are the days events really such a big deal or is it just Peter obsessing again? They were so close. Not just physically. But physically, too and every cell in Peter’s body comes alive with the memories of holding the man he loves in his arms.

Before he could voice any of that—if he even would want to voice any of that, which he is in absolutely no condition to decide with his heart swelling to twice its usual size and threatening to explode—Ned speaks over the phone.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry, Peter but I gotta go. Family thing. Talk later?”

“Sure,” Peter assures. “Go on, I’m fine.”

He isn’t. He finds that out as soon as there’s silence at the other end of the line. Despite his elation and excitement the “what now?” that takes the place of his best friend’s voice in his mind makes his stomach drop. He opens his eyes, hoping that it will ground him—and wondering when he had closed them in the first place—, but it only makes it worse. He blinks at his bedside cabinet and his eyes gloss over. The objects cluttered there confront him painfully with himself and he squeezes his eyes shut, throat tight. He’s a child. A pathetic little kid, who’s still reading comics and plays with Legos. Who wastes his time figuring out fictional spaceships’ mechanics instead of building something in real life. Fine, he has his research but what does he do with that? After telling Tony on Friday that he has big plans for the weekend, he’s spent half of it stupidly pining for a man so obviously out of his league that it’s ridiculous.

A man, he wants so much that it hurts. A man who he held in his arms just a few hours ago. A man whose scent, inexplicably, still lingers in his nostrils. Did it soak itself into his clothes? His skin? Or is it just his imagination? Peter doesn’t care. He inhales deeply and lets the memory of their hug wash over him. It didn’t last nearly as long as he wished, but now he can linger and explore the sensations coursing through his body. The emotions that didn’t register over his nervousness and shock at the time hit him all at once. His skin is tingling, hot all over, and he squeezes his pillow tighter to his chest, just like he did when Tony was shaking and out of it. He doesn’t want that for him, but god, he yearns to touch him like that again, without holding back, without sparing a thought to decorum. He wants to do it for pleasure.

The intensity of it all tears a sob out of Peter and he shifts in his bed to bury his face into his pillow. Then, he moves his hips again. And again. It feels good. Comforting. Relieving.

Until he realises that he’s hard.

Peter gasps and pushes his flaming face deeper into his pillow but he can’t help rutting against his rumpled duvet again. He shouldn’t, but at that moment he can’t think of a reason why. He whimpers desperately and arches his back to press more tightly against the mattress. He’s breaking out in sweat, and by then the hotness in his cheeks has less to do with shame than arousal. Everything he’s been feeling in the past couple of days is coming together in this hot feeling that washes over him and sweeps away his restraint. It leaves him weak and breathless, but right then he doesn’t need anything else than the friction against his erection and that solid, warm presence against his chest.

He inhales sharp, craving to gulp down Tony’s scent, aching to feel the scratch of his goatee on his cheeks and to hear his low voice in his ears. Peter hugs him tighter and moans, despite his best effort, as his climax hits him. He shudders through his orgasm, then, a leaden weight seeps into his limbs in the wake of his ecstasy. He’s still panting, but he’s too exhausted to open his eyes. He just needs a minute, just a minute to catch his breath and come around…

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Hope you liked it! Hopefully, you won’t have to wait too long for part 10, because I’ve already started it.

#starker #starker fic #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker x tony stark #peter x tony #tony x peter #teacher!tony #wrong number au #part 9

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starkerxstarker · 2 years

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Moodboard Masterlist

Starker

Angel/Fallen Angel AU

Adopting Pets

Blanket Fort Movie Night

Bruises and Marks

Dark Spiderman

Erotic Photography

Kitchen Sex

Kitten Peter

Mermaid Peter AU

Personal Assistant Peter

Post Endgame Tony in a Coma

Racecar Driver AU

Roadtrip

Silver and Gold

Snow Day

Student/Teacher AU

Summer Camp AU

Teenker

Breakfast in Bed

Daddy/Good Boy/Brat

Starley

Post Infinity War AU (Harley/Tony)

Parkner

Carnival Date

Other

Hufflepuff Tony

Superior Iron Man

#starker #teenker #starley #starker masterlist #starker edit #starker moodboard #starkerxstarker

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starkerhowlter · 3 months

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WIP Post

The rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by @ursafootprints, thank you dahling!! ♥♥ I'm tagging @starkerkitty, @starkerxstarker, @the-mad-starker, @khalixascorner and @anonoctopus Im going to put all my starker ones under a cut from newest to oldest because um... there's a fuckton. XD (I also have wips for 4(?) other fandoms too

Six Ways to Sunday

Tony's Guide to A-Maze-ing sex

Hatefuck

Stucky vs starker

Ballet

Purely, yours

Indulgence

Whipped with Power

Protecting You

Get Fucked, Pollock

Floored

Witches Brew

Collar of the Gods

The Mechanic and the Princess

Lucky Fuck

Power and Control

#Masturdate

Of Tinted Windows and Glossy Lips

A Show of Brute Strength

The Many Punishments of Tony Stark

House Edge

Dance To This

Run Away Together

The Subtle Art of Desire

Note: some of these fics are 4-5 years old, so if I can't remember what they're about, I will give you my best guess. :)

#starker #tony x peter #shut up nika

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sinninghowlter · 10 months

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Tagged by: @polar-bears-making-pancakes

Are you named after anyone: I am named after a Star Trek Character. (not disclosing which one cuz it'll give my name away)

When was the last time you cried: oh.... 30ish mins ago?

Do you have kids: nope, I'm not a kids person

Do you use sarcasm a lot: I say yes, but I don't understand sarcasm

What sports do you play/have played: I played softball in 3rd grade (by that, I drew in the dirt in outfield), I played volleyball in 5th grade, I did band 5th-9th grade (yes its a sport, fuck off), I did theatre from age 11 - age 18, Colorgaurd in 9th grade, speech and debate from 10th-12th, and robotics from 10th-12th

What's the first thing you notice about people: I tend to notice shoes or outfits.

What's your eye color: sky-ish blue

Scary movies or happy endings: Happy endings

Any special talents: A lot of different things but notables are writing, acting, digital art, speed reading

Where were you born: southern USA

What are your hobbies: art, writing, daydreaming, reading, gaming, design, youtube, fandom

Do you have pets: I have one puppy doggo

How tall are you: 5'4"

Favourite subject in school: My fave subject was science, language, computers, and art

Dream job: YouTube by day, Graphic Design by night.

tagging: @cozysafechaotic, @khalixascorner, @fandomjacy, @ttlmt, @lizzydizzyyo, @starkerxstarker, @starksvinyls and anyone else who wants to

#shut up nika #tag game

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webslingers-ass · 4 years

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Tagged by @heyimstarker

Game: google your name + your favorite color + “aesthetic” and the first four (noncollage) photos make up your moodboard

Tagging: @starker-sorbet @starkerxstarker @professional-benaddict @petersmocha and anyone else who wants to join! Sorry, 😅😅 I don’t really know any of y’all, or anyone else who’d be interested cause I’m pretty new here

#i DIDNT WANNA SEE NO TIDDIES #NOOOO #and man i really done got that red bull huh #the cherry and rose are cute?#tag games

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graceful-starker · 2 years

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The Art of Seduction

Summary: Part three of my keenker hate fucking AU, with a focus on their attempts to seduce Tony.

Warnings: angst, hurt feelings, miscommunication, mutual pining, sad revelations at the end. @starkerxstarker

Tony sighs as he cracks his neck, rolling his shoulders as he tries to loosen his stiff muscles. He’s been pouring over these blueprints for god-knows-how-long, and he’s tired down to his bones.

He usually isn’t quite this bad about it, but he’s been so close to figuring out the problem, he just doesn’t want to leave.

But all the sudden, Peter is behind him, hand on his upper arm. “Mr. Stark?” the kid asks, and Tony turns his head to Peter. “Are you okay?”

Tony nods, rubbing the back of his neck with his palm. “Yeah, just sore. Been still for too long,” he mumbles, looking back at his blueprints.

It’s quiet for a heartbeat, but then Peter’s soft voice is right in Tony’s ear. “Can I give you a massage? May taught me how, I can make your neck feel better, I know how much it sucks to have a stiff neck.”

Tony knows he should say no. He’s been lusting after this kid since he first saw him catch a bus with his bare hands; which is a very inappropriate way to think about your mentee. But god, he’s so tired, and he’s so sore, and...

“Sure,” Tony says, rolling a stool out and taking a seat.

Peter hums his approval, resting his hands on Tony’s shoulders. He starts off slow, digging his thumbs into Tony’s shoulder blades and rubbing circles. He squeezes Tony’s shoulders, then repeats the thumbing motion for a few rounds. Then he moves his thumbs up, repeating the circle motions up the line of Tony’s neck.

Somehow, he’s managing to put exactly enough pressure into it; it’s hard enough to actually move his muscles around, but not so hard that it hurts.

Tony can’t help himself, and he lets loose a series of moans at the wonderful bliss that Peter is bestowing on him.

After several minutes, Peter’s hands stop, and he walks around to Tony’s front. He moves himself in between Tony’s legs, forcing Tony to look up to meet his eyes. The position is intimate, and it makes Tony think and feel things he shouldn’t.

“Tony,” Peter says softly, and it takes the older man’s breath away. Peter doesn’t use his first name very often, and now that he has, it makes Tony feel desperate to hear it again.

He would do anything Peter asked him to right now.

“Yeah?” Tony mumbles back, staring up at Peter’s eyes.

“I have to tell you something. I...I’ve been meaning to for a while...” Peter bites his lower lip, and Tony reaches up to free it. He doesn’t know what came over him; that was definitely inappropriate.

But then Peter slips his tongue out to run along the pad of Tony’s thumb, and Tony can feel his cock twitch in interest.

“Tony, I...I wanted to say...I lo-” he’s cut off when the door bursts open to the lab, and Harley runs in wildly.

“Tony!” the blond yells, causing the older man to guiltily roll away from Peter. That was extremely inappropriate, he should not have been that close to Peter. “Tony, guess what I found! Look at this, it was just sitting in a dumpster, as if it isn’t beautiful!” He shines off some sort of car part, and the mechanic in Tony instantly gets offended that it was in the trash.

“God,” he says, standing up and walking over to Harley. “This is in gorgeous condition! Why the hell would anyone want to get rid of this?”

He doesn’t notice the way Peter is glaring at Harley, and he doesn’t notice the way Harley is smirking triumphantly back. He’s too focused on the part.

“I was telling him!” Peter yells, shoving Harley onto the bed. “I was in the middle of telling him, and you ruined-”

“That’s cute, darlin’,” Harley says, grinning toothily at him. “It’s cute that you think he wants you. Really, it is. You should be thanking me for saving you from the embarrassment of being rejected.”

Peter growls, hurt flashing across his face. He tries to appear threatening, but he can’t. Harley’s words dig their way under his skin, and burn insecurities into his mind. “Fuck you,” Peter says lowly, lower lip wobbling and tears building behind his eyes. “He wouldn’t.”

Harley coos condescendingly, evil smile making his eyes shine. “Awww, don’t cry baby. Just because Tony wants me and not you doesn’t mean you’re not sexy as hell. You’ll find someone.”

Peter glares at him, turning on his heel to leave the room.

“Hey, wait!” Harley calls, sitting up. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. Usually, they argue and then they fuck. Peter doesn’t just leave.

“No, fuck you!” Peter yells over his shoulder, throwing open Harley’s door.

Harley jumps out of bed, shutting the door again and trapping Peter between himself and it. “You know, when I picture making you cry, it’s usually on my cock.” He whispers the words, breath hot and wet on Peter’s ear.

Peter shivers, breath catching. “What makes you think I would ever let you fuck me?” he challenges.

Harley laughs darkly, hands traveling down to Peter’s hips. He squeezes them, before pulling them back against his own. “I know you’re a little cock slut. I bet you can’t go one day without putting your pretty little fingers in that tight little hole.” He nips Peter’s ear, and the slightly younger boy groans.

“No, actually,” Peter says, and it catches Harley off guard. “I’ve never had anything inside of me.” He turns around, eyes bright with mischief. “I’ve got a virgin hole for Tony,” he taunts in a sing-song voice. “And you don’t.”

Harley growls, kissing Peter roughly. “I want it,” he says petulantly, nipping down Peter’s jawline.

“Poor baby,” Peter coos, but he lets Harley mark him up. “You can’t have it.”

“Tony will never fuck you anyway,” Harley spits, biting down harshly on the spot where Peter’s neck meets his shoulder. He relishes in the way the other boy cries out in pain, hand twisting in the blond’s hair. “You might as well get some good dick before I’m taken.”

Peter pulls away, face red with both lust and anger. “Fuck you. He almost kissed me. He wants me. I know he does.”

“He wants me more,” Harley argues. “And I can prove it.”

Peter snorts. “He doesn’t. And I’m going to tell him tomorrow.”

Harley falls to his knees, hesitating at Peter’s button. “I’ll suck your dick if you let me talk to him first tomorrow,” he bargains.

Peter bites his lip, dick twitching at the sight. It is an extremely tempting offer...

Harley pulls Peter's cock out, licking at the head like an ice cream. “If you really think Tony doesn’t want me, it shouldn’t matter. Right?”

Peter falls for it. He growls and tangles his fingers in Harley’s hair, tugging lightly. “Shut up and put your mouth to better use. I’ll give you until noon.”

Harley smirks victoriously, before taking Peter down as far as he can.

Harley grins happily, enjoying the time he bargained for yesterday. He’s in the lab with Tony, working on one of Tony’s many cars. The older man has hinted many times that this car will be Harley’s eventually, something that fills the younger boy with warmth.

It also gives him a great idea.

The next time that Tony says “This is great, kid. You’ll be able to keep this car running for half a century at this rate,” Harley responds with “I really want to thank you, Tony.”

The older man had laughed at first, waving Harley off. “No need to thank me! I’m honestly just happy I get to spend time with you-”

“No,” Harley laughs softly, placing a hand on Tony’s chest. He watches with a happy gleam in his eye as Tony’s breath hitches and then holds there. “I mean...I want to thank you, Tony. I’ve...wanted to for a long time.”

Tony swallows thickly, looking up into Harley’s eyes. It still pisses him off that the boy is taller than him now. “Harley...This isn’t--I knew you when you were--this--”

“So?” Harley asks softly. “I’m a consenting adult, that’s all that matters, isn’t it?”

Tony shakes his head, but he isn’t pushing the boy away. “Harley, I’m in love with someone else. This is--this is a terrible idea.”

Harley can’t help the hurt that flashes over his face; but he quickly reins it back in. “So?” he repeats. “You can love me too, can’t you?”

Tony looks between Harley’s eyes and his lips, chest flipping in nervousness. “Harley...”

Instead of responding with words, the younger man leans down and softly presses their lips together. It’s soft, not very controlling. Almost as if the kiss itself is a plea.

Tony feels like he should definitely push Harley away. If he ever wants a chance with Peter, even as small a chance as it is, he can’t kiss someone else. He knows that. But at the same time...

He puts one hand on the back of Harley’s neck, pulling him down more into the kiss. Maybe it’s self destructive. Maybe he’s doing this because he’s scared that Peter will reject him, and he wants to give himself a better reason.

Maybe he’s doing it because he wants Harley, and he doesn’t have the self control to deny it any longer.

Either way, Harley is suddenly on the lab desk, legs spread and hands clinging at Tony’s shirt; Tony, who is slotted between the teenager’s legs and gripping his hips. They’re kissing pretty heatedly, tongue sliding against each other’s and lips bruising.

It’s so different from the way he and Peter have kissed before. With Peter, it’s more teeth than anything; more angry and animalistic. This feels so much safer, so much softer. Harley feels like Tony could actually love him.

Even if he did just technically admit to being in love with Peter.

Harley pulls away from the kiss, panting heavily in the shared space between them. He smiles at Tony’s huff of discontent, pulling away even more and pulling his shirt off.

Tony’s eyes go lidded, as he takes in the expanse of Harley’s torso. His hands slide up and down the flesh, enjoying the way it feels under his palms. Harley isn’t ripped, but he’s fit and toned. All the hard work on cars made the boy strong. Tony shakes his head and leans back in, kissing Harley with more vigor.

Harley grins and starts to pull Tony’s tank top off, running his hands over the toned abs. All that superhero-ing really does wonders. “God, you’re so hot Tony,” Harley says, biting his lip.

Tony smirks, feeling cocky now. “I know, babe,” he jokes, before unbuckling his belt. “Harley...”

“Don’t,” the younger man says, pushing his own pants and boxers off and onto the floor. “Don’t ruin it.”

“I just...” Tony gets distracted by the sight of Harley’s cock, but he shakes himself out of it with a self-deprecating laugh. “I just want to make sure you really want this. All things considered.” Peter.

Harley nods, taking himself in hand and stroking slowly. “I know. I want it anyway.” Maybe you’ll forget about him.

Tony nods, and then he’s reconnecting their lips in a heated kiss. Tony pulls away from the kiss after a moment, shoving his own sweatpants down. He grabs his half-hard cock and gives it a few tugs as he enjoys his view.

It’s already bigger than Harley’s fully hard cock.

Tony falls to his knees, kissing up Harley’s thighs and pushing him to lay back. “Did you clean?” he asks hopefully.

Harley nods, laying back on his elbows and scooting so his ass is hanging off the edge of the desk. “Always,” he says distractedly. “God, I want your pretty lips on my cock, Tony.”

Tony snorts at that, but he does kiss the tip. Then, he kisses down the shaft, before he kisses over the boy’s hole.

Harley cries out, half in pleasure and half in surprise. “Tony!” he cries out, spreading his legs apart and holding them up at the knees. Anything to give Tony better access.

Tony chuckles deeply, kissing the puckered hole once. He moves so that he can wrap his arms around Harley’s thighs, bringing his lower region as close to himself as possible. Then, he proceeds to make out with Harley’s asshole.

Harley moans loudly, unable to keep his noises in as the feelings overwhelm him. It feels so fucking good, and he’s getting everything that he’s ever wanted.

Tony keeps one arm around Harley’s thigh, but his other hand goes down to slowly jerk himself off. They make quite the picture, actually. Harley, a moaning and squirming mess, and Tony, casually holding the boy still while he eats him out and jerks himself off.

Peter would find it incredibly hot, if he weren’t so caught up in the fact that Tony chose Harley.

The youngest was going to back out, sneak his way back upstairs, hope that they didn’t notice him. But then he bumps into the damn table, and trips, breaking what he was bringing Tony.

Tony freezes for a moment, before losing up in horror. Peter is there, in the doorway, face screwed up in hurt. He had dropped the mug of coffee he had been bringing Tony, which caused the crash that pulled the couple apart.

“Peter,” Tony breathes, and it hurts Harley how much regret is in his voice. “Peter, I....I...”

Harley looks at Tony, his own hurt starting to show on his face. “Tony,” he says softly, reaching for the older man’s wrist. When Tony pulls his hand away to wipe the back of it over his mouth, Harley sits up and covers his cock. As if Peter hasn’t seen it before.

Peter’s lower lip wobbles, and he takes another step backwards. He feels like he walked into a nightmare.

He had really believed that there was hope, for him and Tony. He really had.

“I um...” Peter feels a tear slip down his cheek, and he hates himself for showing how pathetic he is in front of Harley. “I didn’t mean to...int-turupt. S-s-sorry,” he says, looking down at the broken mug.

“Peter,” Tony begs, but he doesn’t know what to say. There’s nothing he can say that can fix this situation. He was going to sleep with Harley, he can’t deny that. His face was buried in Harley’s ass.

“Tony,” Harley says, voice breaking along with his heart. He meets the older man’s eyes when he turns to look at him, hoping to see...he doesn’t know what he was hoping to see. Not regret, that’s for sure.

Tony looks between the boys, desperation making his chest feel dense and heavy. “Wait, I-I...Harley-”

Peter’s breath audibly shakes, drawing Tony’s attention back to him. “I thought we...I thought you li....I mean, I knew it was...I-I...”

“Peter, it isn’t...it isn’t like that, I-” He stands up, pulling his sweats up over his hips as he does.

“Don’t-don’t lie!” Harley yells, breaking the tense quiet they had been in before. “It is like that! You want me, you said you-”

“Stop-” Tony grits his teeth. “Stop talking. Peter, I-”

“It’s fine,” Peter says, cheeks red and eyes glued to the floor. “It’s fine. I-I was stupid.”

“No,” Tony begs, taking another step away from Harley. “No, you aren’t stupid-”

“It’s fine,” Peter repeats, taking another step back and pushing the door to the lab open. “I’ll b-be in my room, sorry for interrupting,” he repeats, but then he’s bolting out of the lab and up the stairs.

Tony pulls at his hair, eyes squeezing shut and teeth clenching together.

“Tony...” Harley says, and his voice is thick with emotion. Fear. He knows what’s about to happen, and he doesn’t want it to.

“I think you should go,” Tony says, voice just as thick. More broken, more defeated. He lets go of his hair and sniffs once, looking up with a blank expression.

Harley bites his tongue, continuing the fight against the tears. Tony really doesn’t love him. He actually never stood a chance against Peter.

He quickly gets redressed and leaves without another word, bolting the same way Peter went.

Tony stands in the middle of his silent and empty room, taking in how much he just royally fucked up.

Harley breaks into Peter’s room, absolutely seething as he takes in the boy sobbing on his bed. “Parker,” he growls lowly.

Peter looks up, failing to stifle his crying once he notices Harley. “Leave me alone,” he sobs, sitting up and putting his back against the headboard.

“You ruined my-”

“You win!” Peter yells suddenly, and Harley’s breath leaves him. He’s seen Peter mad, but this...this is new. This is uncharted territory. “You win, okay? You were right. He wants you, he doesn’t love me, you were right. Are you fucking happy now? You win. I admit it, you get the prize. Don’t fucking rub it in my face.”

Harley shakes his head, laughing in disbelief. “Peter, I’m here, not down there!”

Peter sobs and holds the pillow. “Sorry I fucked up your relationship before it started, but you still win. You seduced Tony. You got him. You fucked the man I’ve been in love with for years, and you get to do it whenever you want to. Once he’s calmed down and gotten over having been caught, he’ll ask you to come back. You win.” Peter’s eyes go unfocused, and Haley has never seen anyone look so...empty.

His mother didn’t even look this heartbroken.

“Peter...” Harley whispers and--and it hits him, all at once.

He’s in love with Peter too.

“Please just...” Peter pulls a pillow to his chest, but he’s too tired to even cry anymore. “Just leave me alone. Please. I need...I need to be alone.”

Harley doesn’t know what he could possibly say to make any of this better. He walks forward, hesitating a bit. “Peter,” he whispers, sitting on the edge of the bed. When the other boy doesn’t respond, he leans in and softly connects their lips. He tries to say everything he feels, everything he just figured out.

It doesn’t work.

Peter pulls away, staring at Harley with a broken expression. “Haven’t you hurt me enough already?” he almost begs, voice breaking. “Do you really have to rub salt in the wound?”

Harley opens his mouth to protest, to say that isn’t what he was trying to do. But nothing comes out.

So, he gets up and leaves the room, closing the door with a soft click.

Peter makes his way into Tony’s lab, staring at the floor. He can’t make eye contact with the older man; he just can’t. He feels so heartbroken, and he honestly doesn’t know how he’s going to be around Tony, knowing that he’s in love with someone else. Sleeping with someone else.

But, he finally came out of his room, and came down to the lab; he can’t hide from his feelings forever.

“Peter,” Tony breathes, feeling like he’s in a dream. He wasn’t sure he would ever see the kid again. He wouldn’t blame Peter for not wanting to come back.

Peter swallows thickly, still unable to look up. “So...I had this idea for my web formula,” Peter says. He hates himself for not being able to keep the heart break out of his voice.

“I’m sorry, Peter. I’m so sorry, you--you have no idea. I...I don’t have an excuse, kid. I was just...I wasn’t sure if you actually wanted me, but Harley--I was sure he wanted me. And I was--I was scared, and I did something selfish, and I’m sorry.” His voice is begging Peter to look up, begging to be forgiven.

Peter finally does look up, trying and failing to keep the tears away. “What?” he whispers, looking just to the left of Tony’s eyes.

Tony swallows thickly, taking another step towards Peter. “Kid...I lo...I love you, Peter. I have since...since forever. And I’m sorry that I-that I threw that chance away for something I wasn’t even sure I wanted, and I...I’m sorry, Peter. I really am.” Tony steps into Peter’s space, hesitantly reaching out to take the boy’s hand.

“You...” Peter can finally meet Tony’s eyes, chest rapidly moving. “You love me?”

Tony nods, throat feeling thick. “I had all these reasons. Why I shouldn’t tell you. Why we shouldn’t be together. Why I’m no good for you. I thought that all I could do was hurt you, if I told you.” He brings Peter’s hand to his lips, kissing his fingers softly. “But then I just went and hurt you anyways it doesn’t--it doesn’t really matter anymore, kid. All the reasons I had to not tell you--they don’t make any sense anymore.”

Peter holds onto Tony’s hand for dear life, feeling like he’s going to pass out. “Tony,” he says brokenly.

“Kid,” he whispers back. “I would understand, if you don’t want me anymore. If it hurts too much, or if I just--if I just fucked it up. I get it. But I...I needed to tell you. I had to tell you.”

“What about Harley?” Peter asks, another tear making its way down his face.

Tony swallows thickly at that. “I hurt him too. And I’m genuinely so sorry, Pete. It was a horrible mistake, and it hurt you both.”

Peter shakes his head. “I meant...Do you love him? Want him?”

Tony hesitates, but nods slowly. “I won’t lie anymore, kid. I do want him. Since he walked through the door and showed me how grown up he’s gotten. But Peter, I...I love you. And I have, for years now...as inappropriate as that is...” he squeezes Peter’s fingers. “I understand if you don’t...or can’t want me anymore, after what I did. But I want you. I want to love you, and date you, and wake up next to you, and--wow, that’s so cliche, but I mean it. If you...if you were willing to take me, I’m yours.”

Peter’s lower lip wobbles, as he takes it all in. “I...I do want you.” Tony gasps, and he’s about to kiss Peter, but- “But I have to tell you something first.”

Tony cocks his head to the side, showing he’s listening.

“I...” Peter huffs and looks to the ground. I hate Harley, have since he first walked in and started flirting with you.” Tony starts to speak, but Peter cuts him off. “But I get it. He’s hot. And he gets so stupid when you put something in him, it makes him shut up.” He peeks up at Tony, to see if he understands.

It takes Tony a minute. He honestly struggles to put the pieces together. But then--”You slept with Harley?” he asks, more confused than anything.

“I wasn’t upset you slept with Harley, I was upset because I thought...I thought it meant you didn’t love me, like I love you. He pissed me off, and I hate him, and that’s why I--that’s why I fucked him. I don’t care about you fucking someone else, but you...if you do l-love me, then I--” his breath hitches, and he hiccups on a sob. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Mr. Stark.”

Tony will have to process this at a later date. But for now--for now, he pulls Peter into him and kisses him silly. He pours all of the love, all of the regret, all the pent up pining he’s been holding in for so long into this kiss.

Peter kisses him back, still crying; but now he’s crying out of happiness.

He was right to hope after all.

#keenker #starker #parkner #my writing #fanfic #keenker hate fucking au

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