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1.4k | Pairing: Starkerstrange | Rating: E | Dom Peter, sub Tony & sub Stephen, Established Relationship, "long distance" domination ;-)
Warning: explicit gif inside, open in a safe environment ;-)
Summary: Tony's in the middle of a meeting when the first of Peter's texts buzzes in his pocket. The first since last night, since he made Tony a promise. "I won't let you forget me while you're gone."
-Marie 💚🦋
starker for "You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” and “We cant do that here!”
52. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”
23. “We can’t do that here!”
Alright, so I’m making this one a little thing where Peter and Tony are dating, but they’re also co-workers in Stark Industries. I guess you could say Peter’s a bit badass. Also, Happy New Year, everyone! Hope 2020 treats you well!
This is also for @starkerbingo, with the fill as: Frotting
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Peter ripped off his tie and tossed it onto Tony’s desk, scowling. Crossing his arms, he stood there and waited for Tony to acknowledge him. When Tony didn’t look up, he cleared his throat, foot tapping impatiently on the ground.
Tony finally tore his eyes away from his laptop screen, and looked at Peter. “Hey, sweetheart.”
“Don’t give me that,” Peter snapped. “Why the hell did you do that?”
“Do what?” Tony gave him an innocent look.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“Don’t look so angry, baby.” Tony gave him a little pout. “You know I didn’t mean to.”
“Yeah, you didn’t mean to humiliate me in front of everyone in my department.” Peter rolled his eyes. “Seriously, Tony? Telling them how I roll over and show you my belly in bed? You know that’s not true!”
“Debatable.” Tony grinned. “Besides I bet you enjoyed it. I saw exactly how you reacted, darling. You were so hard, poor thing. Practically begging me to call you my little slut. You and I both know how much you love when I do that to you. And you really think I would’ve been an asshole and continued to humiliate you if you weren’t enjoying it?“
Peter owns and operates a 24hour late night diner. Peter in a dinner uniform, edging Tony in the bathroom on his break, for literally all morning, until lunch when they can go off and screw somewhere.
Its an amazing Diner AU Fey has conjured up and it’s amaaaazinguhhhh and I may have already drawn out the floor plan of the diner already. Think Hopper’s Nighthawk-esque diner where Peter totally tops the fuck out of Tony, and Tony learns how little money is worth to someone who doesn’t care for it.
The amazing Fey has written:
Also: the amazing playlist that goes with this entire amazing AU that I will murder for. Listen to it bc Fey also makes amazing playlists and it seriously, makes a mood.
Bingo collab with FeyRelay (ao3 // pillow fort ) Fey will be working outside of the bingo timeline but is dishing up some delicious writing for this (I basically stole her magical idea and ran with it bc I’m shameless and I love her plot bunnies)
Bingo Square: Clothed Sex
Also on AO3
Rating: Mature
Warning: Underage, Student/Teacher
Tags: Teacher-Student Relationship, Alternate Universe - Student/Teacher, Underage Peter Parker, Teacher Tony Stark, High School Student Peter Parker, Alternate Universe - No Powers
For @starkerbingo Prompt: Teacher AU _____________________________
“It’s too late for ‘shouldn’t’ after yesterday! I only want to think about what I want. I don’t want to think about ‘shouldn’t’, Mr. Stark!”
Tony wasn’t joking when he told Peter he’d find a way to permanently mark Peter as his ;)
Bingo slot fill; boss/employee relationship
Bingo collab with FeyRelay (ao3 // pillow fort ) Fey will be working outside of the bingo timeline but is dishing up some delicious writing for this (I basically stole her magical idea and ran with it bc I’m shameless and I love her plot bunnies)
hi! when will the next round take place after this one ends on December 31?
Hello!
We have a tentative date for March 1 for the second round of starker bingo. We may also have some events planned between the two rounds, so we'll have more info on that soon!
@starkerbingo 2019 Fill, B2: Loss of Virginity || Rating: Explicit || Established Relationship, Age Difference, First Time, Anal Sex, Bottom Peter, Top Tony, Daddy Kink || 535w
"Da...Daddy," Peter croaked, his hands flying blindly until Tony guided them to his shoulders and Peter clung to them like a drowning man.
"You need to breathe baby, breathe for me," Tony whispered against Peter's cheek, nosing his jaw gently as he teased the head of his cock to Peter's hole. "Breathe in, breathe out, and push as I push, you can do it."
Tony petted Peter's hair, his gaze overflowing with love as he took in the flush that spread all the way across Peter's cheekbones and down his neck, blotching across his chest. He looked so fucked already, and all he'd tasted was the pleasure of Tony's fingers fucking inside him tenderly.
Peter's lashes fluttered as he did what Tony told him and focused on evening out his breaths, his brown eyes looking for Tony's as he squeezed the meat of his shoulders bruising hard.
"Come on, Daddy, come on," he whined and Tony smiled at him, listened to him, pushed in, slow still, but relentless.
Peter keened, his back jolting off the bed as his head lolled from side to side and his mouth opened on a moan longer than ever. Tony smiled before rising a bit, just enough to take Peter's lips, just as he bottomed out.
"Like that, baby?" Tony gave a little push of his hips, barely a teaser of what would come, and Peter's hole clenched around him, and Peter's nails dug higher up the nape of his neck.
Peter's lips parted in an "o" of wonder, his brow scrunching up as his heels looked for purchase on Tony's back and hips.
"Yes, yes, Tony, please, Daddy, I need more, more," Peter's lips glided over Tony's wetly as he babbled.
Tony couldn't not indulge him. He drew his hips back, slow, so slow, his stomach rippling with the pressure of keeping himself in check lest he go too fast. He shouldn't have worried.
Peter sighed, a delighted exhale before he pushed at Tony's cheeks with his feet, hard, and Tony's hips snapped forward, his cock pulsing and his eyes widening.
"Fuck, Pete, warn a guy," Tony moaned, the tendons of his neck going tight when he started a steady rhythm.
Peter shot him a dopey grin, "What would be the fun in that, hm?"
Tony laughed, "Smartass." Then leaned down again to take Peter's lips in another kiss.
"You look good like this, Daddy," Peter said after he'd sucked Tony's lip between his own.
"Like what?"
"Owning me."
Tony growled in answer, his hips thrusting forward so hard Peter jumped a few inches up the bed.
"That all you can do, Daddy? Come on, take the virgin out of me."
And so Tony did. He groaned again, before grinning at Peter, feral as he pulled out and flipped Peter on his stomach, unannounced.
"Like that, baby? Like how I'm going to fuck you open so hard you'll stay that way for days." Tony whispered at Peter's ear, punctuating the end of his sentence by entering his boyfriend again, harder and faster than before and as he moaned, the best Peter found to do was to twist his head to the side to wink at Tony.
"Bring it, Daddy."
- And another ficlet for the bingo... 😇
Marie 💚🦋
@starkerbingo Square Filled: Brutal Fuck || Rating: Explict || Rough Sex, ABO, Alpha/Top Peter, Omega/Bottom Tony, Multiple Orgasms, Self-Lubrication
He's swimming, in pain and pleasure and oceans of his own pheromones and he cries, silently, or not, he doesn't know, he doesn't hear himself anymore. All Tony hears is the sheer lewdness of the squelches Peter's cock ramming into his ass makes as his slick floods the way. All Tony feels is the delicious ache of Peter's hands that close around his neck as he pushes Tony's face into the mattress and the gorgeous sting of his ass as the alpha's free hand comes down on one cheek, then the next, harsh, demanding, claiming.
He breathes without rhythm, he moans without pitch, he scants his hips back and back and back into Peter's thrusts, onto Peter's hard cock as the man takes him apart and growls doing so. Of all the things Tony had thought would happen once Peter knew his status, getting railed through his mattress every time they were left alone wasn't one of them.
How unimaginative of him. How disillusioned.
Peter growls behind him, his voice morphing into his alpha's effortlessly as he pushes, again and again, at Tony's head and at Tony's back, so Tony will eat the sheets and so Tony will arch his back further. The words that come out of his mouth are half-muted, half-groaned. "Mines" and "fucks" and "sluts", all said with the same agony behind the notes of his voice, all overflowing with lustful frenzy.
Peter's cock swells, again and again as he hammers inside Tony's ass, looking to get hooked, looking to fill the older man with his seed and Tony howls from wanting it so bad too. He wants it more than he needs the air Peter cuts off from his lungs every time he beats Tony's prostate swollen.
They've done this so many times since Peter found out. So many encounters, that were discreet at first, hesitant even, and grew brash, and rough the more they met, the more Tony let Peter use him the way they both needed. They play games now, where Peter can use his strength on him, where Tony's throat distends around the girth of Peter's knot and they stand still, looking into each other's eyes as Tony does his best to bring oxygen to his lungs through his nose and fails and his vision grays and Peter's teeth bare as he grins.
Tony's come twice already, his knees are wet with come and slick leaking from both ends, his thighs coated with the thickness of his abandon. Peter claws at his back, leaving fire-hot trails of sweaty red behind him. He pulls at Tony's hair, enough so that Tony's head whips up and it's his chin that's digging into the pillows instead of his nose.
Tony shouted at first, now he's whimpering. It's all so good, all he's ever wanted and waited for. He can barely feel it with how used and gaping his hole is, but Peter's swelling for good this time, his knot filling him taut and right on the edge of painful and it's all complete when Peter tugs on his hair so hard Tony ends up with his back to Peter's chest and Peter's teeth in his shoulder, his ass pumped full.
They're breathing hard, fast, wheezing, laying in a heap that's just them, stinking of each other and of the carnal link that unites them still, in the form of Peter's knot that's not going down for another half hour or so. They stay, on their sides on the bed, Peter tracing circles on Tony's lower back with his nails, leaving yet a few more indents on his shoulder blades with his mouth.
It's perfect. And it's far from over.
-aaand one more, Starker flows out of me today so you're getting them as I write them 😇
Marie 💚🦋
HS!Starker Making out in the back of Tony’s car, it’s raining, the windows have fogged up, and they’re each other’s secrets. No one knows. No one can know. It’s just Peter, and Tony, and the smell of cigarettes and sex in the back of his car’s cracked leather seats.
Starker Bingo: De-Aged Tony/Young Tony (Yeah I’m really skirting the prompts at this point haha...)
So I’m not sure I’ll make the Bingo Blackout Deadline buuuuut I’ll go down trying >:)
@starkerbingo Square Filled: Brutal Fuck || Rating: Explict || Rough Sex, ABO, Alpha/Top Peter, Omega/Bottom Tony, Multiple Orgasms, Self-Lubrication
He's swimming, in pain and pleasure and oceans of his own pheromones and he cries, silently, or not, he doesn't know, he doesn't hear himself anymore. All Tony hears is the sheer lewdness of the squelches Peter's cock ramming into his ass makes as his slick floods the way. All Tony feels is the delicious ache of Peter's hands that close around his neck as he pushes Tony's face into the mattress and the gorgeous sting of his ass as the alpha's free hand comes down on one cheek, then the next, harsh, demanding, claiming.
He breathes without rhythm, he moans without pitch, he scants his hips back and back and back into Peter's thrusts, onto Peter's hard cock as the man takes him apart and growls doing so. Of all the things Tony had thought would happen once Peter knew his status, getting railed through his mattress every time they were left alone wasn't one of them.
How unimaginative of him. How disillusioned.
Peter growls behind him, his voice morphing into his alpha's effortlessly as he pushes, again and again, at Tony's head and at Tony's back, so Tony will eat the sheets and so Tony will arch his back further. The words that come out of his mouth are half-muted, half-groaned. "Mines" and "fucks" and "sluts", all said with the same agony behind the notes of his voice, all overflowing with lustful frenzy.
Peter's cock swells, again and again as he hammers inside Tony's ass, looking to get hooked, looking to fill the older man with his seed and Tony howls from wanting it so bad too. He wants it more than he needs the air Peter cuts off from his lungs every time he beats Tony's prostate swollen.
They've done this so many times since Peter found out. So many encounters, that were discreet at first, hesitant even, and grew brash, and rough the more they met, the more Tony let Peter use him the way they both needed. They play games now, where Peter can use his strength on him, where Tony's throat distends around the girth of Peter's knot and they stand still, looking into each other's eyes as Tony does his best to bring oxygen to his lungs through his nose and fails and his vision grays and Peter's teeth bare as he grins.
Tony's come twice already, his knees are wet with come and slick leaking from both ends, his thighs coated with the thickness of his abandon. Peter claws at his back, leaving fire-hot trails of sweaty red behind him. He pulls at Tony's hair, enough so that Tony's head whips up and it's his chin that's digging into the pillows instead of his nose.
Tony shouted at first, now he's whimpering. It's all so good, all he's ever wanted and waited for. He can barely feel it with how used and gaping his hole is, but Peter's swelling for good this time, his knot filling him taut and right on the edge of painful and it's all complete when Peter tugs on his hair so hard Tony ends up with his back to Peter's chest and Peter's teeth in his shoulder, his ass pumped full.
They're breathing hard, fast, wheezing, laying in a heap that's just them, stinking of each other and of the carnal link that unites them still, in the form of Peter's knot that's not going down for another half hour or so. They stay, on their sides on the bed, Peter tracing circles on Tony's lower back with his nails, leaving yet a few more indents on his shoulder blades with his mouth.
It's perfect. And it's far from over.
-aaand one more, Starker flows out of me today so you're getting them as I write them 😇
Marie 💚🦋
@starkerbingo Square Filled: The Bachelor AU || Rating: Mature || WC: 500w
Peter Benjamin Parker was the latest Bachelor of the infamous TV program of the same name. He was twenty, pale everywhere but for his lips, permanently red and glossy, and his curls, brown, and bouncy, heaven.
Or so Tony thought. From a distance.
Tony Stark produced the show, had been producing it for years, fifteen, almost, and never, ever, had he felt as strongly as he felt for Peter. Some guys on the show had been hot, sure, some had been cute, or nice or… none of them even came close to making Tony as useless as he was around Peter.
The confidence that radiated off Peter was like a drug, that pulled Tony in, and hooked him up without hope nor any desire of escaping his webs. The way Peter would bite his lip right before he had look into the camera and tell the audience what he thought of his date with Nate or Patrick? Tony's knees always felt weaker for it. He thought he was doing a decent job at keeping a lid on his musings.
Turns out he wasn't.
Friday night, the crew was ready to leave for the next 24 hours, a well-deserved break for everyone. The cars started filing out, one after the other, and Tony stayed behind, still cleaning up, still chatting here and there, until there was no one on set but him, and, he should have noticed really, Peter. He really hadn't been that discreet.
"Tony, right?" Peter's voice echoed behind him and Tony straightened up, too fast for his back not to make him wince, too fast for Peter not be clued in if he wasn't already.
He turned around, hoping his face wasn't as red as it felt warm and nodded at Peter.
"Peter, right?" Tony tried cracking a joke but his voice died mid-word - Peter's hand was making his way down his side, into the belt loop of his silk dressing-gown and he pulled, until the slip of fabric unknotted, and fell at his side, and his pale chest appeared to Tony, grand and delectable, and his underwear as well - sheer pinkish panties and stockings that left nothing for the imagination, and gave everything Tony's cock needed for a naught to sixty in three seconds flat.
"I've seen you watching me," Peter smiled at Tony, one hand on his hip while the other cupped long fingers around his crotch, gentle, explicit, gorgeous. "I've watched you, too."
"Your suitors wouldn't be very happy you're not being fair-play," Tony said weakly when Peter walked up to him, slow and gentle, his steps full of power and his hands, when he finally got in front of Tony and put them on his shoulders, were so strong indeed and so gentle all at once, that Tony couldn't refrain from whimpering.
Peter's smile softened even more, or so it seemed, and he massaged Tony's shoulders before licking his lips and leaning forward to murmur in his ear.
"Couldn't care less about them, not when I've wanted to fuck you since the first time I noticed you."
-and one more ficlet featuring implied bottom Tony ;-)
Marie 💚🦋
@starkerbingo Square filled: Anonymous Sex || Rating: Explicit || Bottom Tony
The room was pitch black, darkness sweeping over his body, engulfing the last of the reflections of light he might have held on his skin. Night shadows, invisible, clothing, useless.
Tony's skin itched at bearing the weight of his expectations, something akin to dread but which was really pleasure crawling down his back, biting into the flesh of his neck and hips and thighs. He sat down, was it a bed or was it a table? He couldn't tell, didn't know if he felt a soft or hard surface underneath his hands and knees as he settled back on his ankles.
He jumped, then sighed when he felt a hand curling around the back of his neck, his eyes wide in the void of blackness, unseeing as his ears trained to hear, anything, a clue, a secret. He didn't.
Tony tried touch next but gasped when he reached a hand behind himself and immediately, a strong grip found both his wrists and twisted them behind him, against his loins, hard, breathtaking.
"Don't move." A voice said, male, definitely male, but young? Old? Blue-eyed? No idea.
Tony's heart beat like a wild animal in a cage, a panther ready to pounce, a kitten demanding to be petted. And he was. With one last squeeze around his wrists, a silent command to keep them there, the man brushed a hand up until he could pass his fingers in Tony's hair and yank, backwards, hard. Lips, so soft, so heated, pillowed against his own in a clash of sensation that put a taste of blood in Tony's mouth and a splash of lust in Tony's veins.
The man's other hand descended to below his lower back, to between the cheeks of Tony's ass, and pressed, one finger, slick with an odorless substance Tony recognized the feel off. His hole clenched around a knuckle as his lips melted against those of the stranger, his hair still serving as a handle to angle his head. He let him. He let him take him the way he'd come to be taken. He let him touch him, the way he'd come to be touched. He kept his hands bound together and breathed in the scent of his lover in the dark, felt every minute ounce of pressure against his lips and into his ass. Until a cock breached him and a tongue lavished his jaw, and throat, and nipples and he wasn't kneeling anymore but was sprawled on his back with his legs manhandled in the air, as he took and moaned and abandoned himself to the pleasure of his anonymous, faceless benefactor.
- Haven't written for my Starker bingo card in ages but I was scrolling through @peachbabypie 's blog and what can i say? I too, am weak for bottom Tony so I thought I'd contribute a little bit, and also try to actually get a bingo on this magnificent card ❤
Marie 💚🦋
aaa can i get 107 on the prompt list tbh
107. “Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”
I’ll also use this for @starkerbingo (Fill: Possessive!Tony)
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Peter always did love riling up his Daddy.
He loved the way Tony’s eyes flashed with heat, the way his jaw muscles tensed, the way he tangled his hand in Peter’s hair so that he could pull.
Peter also loved how possessive Tony was. When they were outside together, Tony always wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him in close, though most of the time, he always said it was just because it was cold. Peter wondered what excuse he would come up with when it became summer.
Point was, Peter was very fond—perhaps a bit too fond—of what came after he caught his Daddy’s attention.
Which was why he had been seductively sucking on his spoon, staring at their waiter—quite a fine-looking one, if he may add—just a few tables away from them, ignoring his melting ice cream. Tony knew exactly what he was up to, judging by the way he kept snapping his fingers to remind Peter to finish his dessert quickly. Every time he did, Peter pouted sweetly and said, “Wait, Daddy. I’m enjoying my ice cream.”
Tony’s nostrils flared at that, but he gave Peter an equally sweet look and said, “Alright, doll. But don’t take too long. Daddy can’t wait to take you home and mark you up, claim you as mine.”
Peter felt his pants get tighter at that, and fuck, Tony was getting impatient. Peter hastily scooped up another spoonful of ice cream, practically moaning when the flavour of the strawberry ice cream burst on his tongue.
“Would you like more water, Sir?”
Peter looked up to see the waiter, who patiently waited for an answer. He popped the spoon out of his mouth, leaned just a tiny bit closer to the other man, and playfully said, “No, thank you. But there is something else that you could help me with, if you really wanted to—”
“Bill.” Tony cut him off short, jaw clenched tightly as he flashed Peter a look that told him he was absolutely fucked, that he’d be carrying hickeys on his neck for days after tonight.
Peter was barely able to contain his glee, but that was a secret he would never tell.
The waiter, sensing that something was off, hastily left to fetch the bill for them.
“Oh, but, Daddy, I’m not done my—”
“Daddy will buy his baby all the ice cream in the fucking world, once we get home and I mark you as mine,” Tony growled. “Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”
Peter didn’t bother hiding the grin this time. “Yes, Daddy.”
Is there a reason you wouldn’t be reblogging starkerbingo content if they tagged you in it? Like would someone have to break the rules or is there another reason?
Well, we wouldn't reblog something that broke the rules, but we would contact the person to see if it could be fixed. If there's something we missed, the most likely reason is that we didn't see the notification when we were tagged, either because tumblr is weird like that or because it's a busy time of year and we simply missed it. If it's your work, you could reblog it and tag us again and hopefully this time we'll catch it.
Do you know when starker bingo 2020 starts?
We tentatively expect round 2 to begin March 1, 2020. But keep watching because we may have something else planned between now and then!
Happy Holidays everyone! Thought I wasn’t going to get this in in time but I did it! Huzzah! Hope everyone stays healthy, warm, and fed this end of year, and we enter into a new year a better fandom <3 <3 <3
Starker Bingo: Free Square
[beware, soft tony below]
Tony had never had pillow forts growing up, never had fairy lights strung up, never had soft kisses from anyone but his mother, and those were few and scarce, thanks to Howard’s A+ Parenting. So when Peter suggested that they started building pillow forts and hiding in them one rainy day, Tony thought it was a bit odd. But Peter built him another, and another, and another. Now, there was a room dedicated to Peter’s pillow forts, strung up with his webbing, fairy lights, filled with the softest blankets, the best books, and Peter. They were always filled with Peter.
Something was different when Tony crawled into the fort after a particularly difficult lab session. It wasn’t that Peter was sprawled naked reading a book. It wasn’t that he noticed his boy’s shoulders were broader, his hands larger, his smile wiser.
Peter smiles and pulls Tony down, his knees giving out to the soft cushions underneath. Tony lands with a soft ‘unf’ and Peter doesn’t hesitate to spread him open, clothes tossed to one corner, forgotten. His lover sprinkles soft kisses over his skin, leaving blossoms of heat behind. His ear. His eyes, the nape of his neck.
There was something fragile hanging in the heavy air.
Tony breaths quietly though his nose, scared that a whispered breath would break the spell. They keep up the act, Peter worshiping the older man, and Tony relaxing into an almost hypnotic state, body soft and pliant. He tries not to, but Tony caves first, he huffs, his lips twitch and he closes his eyes, a soft smile on his face. Buried in the warmth of the blankets and beneath Peter’s body, he knew, in that moment, that he was loved. This old broken soul in an older broken body, was loved.
Starker Bingo 2019 — Naked Sunday
