#starker fanfiction
(alright this is me testing the waters to see if I have enough support to come back ajsjsjs)
There was no one in this world who was allowed to call Tony, Anthony. Except one little human; Peter.
He didn’t choose to call him that every day, because why would he destroy their little secret? Instead, he used it in only one little place: the bed.
So, when Tony was pounding into Peter slowly, lights off, a candle on the window bay to stop them from falling asleep in between pleasures, Peter’s hands restrained by the tie Tony had worn all day and his legs spread and bruised like the slut he was… the words rolled off so effortlessly they ingraved themselves into Tony’s brain, causing him to hallucinate.
Because no one could stop Iron Man from releasing himself into the tiny rosy hole he so wholeheartedly loved once he heard his boy whisper “fill me, Anthony”.
I love this. I can picture this happening as well.
AU! where Peter has a twin-brother Tom
ⅅ Ꭿ Ꮢ Ꮶ! Peter Parker x Tony Stark
He smokes cigarettes, wears leather jackets, climbs the walls, and when aunt May doesn’t see him, he paints his lips with red lipstick.
He is on the covers of “Forbes”, wears suits which were made by his order, saves the world in the costume of an alloy of gold and titanium, and his mind is considered the most brilliant in America.
It seemed that these two aren’t alike at all, but they have one goal — to save the world and to save each other from themselves.
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Professor Tony, student Peter, cheating (Tony on his wife)
Peter getting off on sucking on Tony’s finger that has a wedding ring on it. That’s it. That’s what I want.
If I may, I had some time on my hand and this inspired me. Forgive me if it’s bad.
TW: smut, cheating, teacher/student relationship
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Peter knew from the beginning of their relationship that Tony was married. His professor had stated it multiple times, kept saying over and over again how he’s married to a good woman who loves him and who he would never want to hurt. He was mainly saying it to himself, anyway, trying to remind himself of his marriage, because Peter? Peter couldn’t care less.
He was persistent, kept flirting with Tony, getting more and more bold with every lecture spent together. He could feel the man’s defence weakening, too, he was giving in. And one day, after a lecture when Peter stayed behind like he always did to flirt a bit more with Tony, the older man finally kissed him.
They both knew they were nothing more than fuck buddies, Peter was just an affair to the man, but that turned him on more than anything else. Tony was fucking him because Peter was better than his wife. Tony kept coming back because he missed Peter, he missed Peter’s body, Peter’s kisses, Peter’s gag reflex - or rather the lack thereof.
Tony noticed early on how much it turned on the younger man when he was talking about how much he loves the sex with him and how he had never enjoyed it this much with his wife. Therefore, that fact was the most mentioned thing in his dirty talk.
“You’re so good, baby,” the older man praised. “You’re the best lay I’ve ever had.”
Peter smiled, his hips rocking down against the other man’s and rolling in circles, making both of them moan as Tony’s cock rubbed against the most sensitive parts inside of Peter. Tony threw his head back, allowing Peter access to his neck. The younger man kissed and licked the thin skin, teeth grazing against it, threatening to leave a mark but he never actually did.
He liked riding Tony in his office, it reminded him that the man wasn’t just married, but also his professor. What could he say, he liked having what he wasn’t supposed to.
“Say it,” Peter wanted to demand, but sounded more like a beg. “Say I’m better than her.”
Tony laughed, sounding out of breath even though he wasn’t even the one doing the work, “Better, you’re so much better than my wife, you filthy kid. Is that what you wanted to hear? You wanna hear how much you turn me on?” The man’s hands gripped Peter’s sides, rough, calloused fingers digging into the flesh.
“Please,” Peter asked again, his hands gripping the fabric of Tony’s button up.
“God damn it, Peter, I can no longer have sex with my own wife without thinking about you. You’re always on my mind, that mouth of yours, your gorgeous little body, this tight ass,” he emphasized his words with a slap to the younger man’s bottom, “it’s all that goes through my mind. Whenever I’m teaching or just spending time with my wife, you’re all I can think of. You put me under a spell, Peter, and I can’t shake it off. I got a sip from the devil’s cup and now I’m addicted to the taste.”
Acting on impulse, Peter grabbed Tony’s left hand and brought it up to his mouth, starting to suck on his middle and ring finger. The ring finger that had his wedding ring on it. The ring that’s proof of eternal love and loyalty between him and his wife. And Peter had his sweet, plump lips wrapped around it, sucking like his life depended on it while still riding Tony’s cock.
His teeth closed around the metal band and pulled it off of Tony’s finger. It was in his mouth, rolling around on that tongue Tony couldn’t get out of his mind, grazing his teeth every so often. And suddenly, Peter bit down on it. Not too hard, but just enough so that his teeth left a dent on the pliable material of the gold. He then took it out of his mouh and put it back on Tony finger like it was the most natural thing to do. It was dirty, disgusting, and so, so fucking sexy.
Peter smiled, oh so sweetly. “A dent in your wedding ring, like the dent I made in your marriage. That’s another thing that will remind you of me.”
Hey!
I know I’m kind of inactive on this account again but I promise you I’m still here! I just have lots of exams and I might also go back to school next week so I’m stressing.
I’ll come back as soon as I can with more Starker content. But if you’d like to, in the meantime you can check out my new fanfiction on AO3! It’s called Hundred reasons to live and I post every week on Sunday mornings GMT.
I love all of you guys so much, keep fighting! ❤
art by @vanitasmorgue
Project Starkers
Rating: Mature | Tags: Stripper!Peter | Pairing: Starker
Dum-E’s arms whiz through the air, grabbing tools and parts for Mr. Stark, who’s hunched over his desk with a soldering iron, fiddling with an upgrade to Peter’s web shooters. The classic rock blasting from his speakers just barely muffles the grunts and thwicks echoing from the other side of the lab where Peter is busy dodging and shooting the drone targets F.R.I.D.A.Y. is whirling around the training area.
Between a couple of impressively well-aimed strikes, Peter’s ears pick up the faint sound of fabric hitting the floor across the lab. The noise is so soft that Peter’s sure any normal human wouldn’t have even heard it, but the soft pap echoes through his superhuman ears, pulling his attention away from the drones buzzing overhead.
Across the lab, he sees Mr. Stark still hunched over his desk, showing no signs that he’s moved in the past six hours, and there doesn’t appear to be anyone else in the lab with them. So what could he have possibly just heard?
Curious, Peter tells F.R.I.D.A.Y. to pause the training program then tugs off his mask as he pads over towards the noise to investigate.
Two steps later, Peter locates the source of the sound and he freezes, his eyes going wide with terror.
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(alright this is me testing the waters to see if I have enough support to come back ajsjsjs)
There was no one in this world who was allowed to call Tony, Anthony. Except one little human; Peter.
He didn’t choose to call him that every day, because why would he destroy their little secret? Instead, he used it in only one little place: the bed.
So, when Tony was pounding into Peter slowly, lights off, a candle on the window bay to stop them from falling asleep in between pleasures, Peter’s hands restrained by the tie Tony had worn all day and his legs spread and bruised like the slut he was… the words rolled off so effortlessly they ingraved themselves into Tony’s brain, causing him to hallucinate.
Because no one could stop Iron Man from releasing himself into the tiny rosy hole he so wholeheartedly loved once he heard his boy whisper “fill me, Anthony”.
real ass question: should I come back?
