#soft!starker

[godslittledarling]

A concept: Tony Stark with tatoo's.

A follow up concept: Peter Parker uses eyeshadow to color them in.

#i just think the soft rhytmic movement would be soothing to tony #they're in love ur honor #starker #tnpt #peter parker #tony stark

[starker-sorbet]

Daddy Tony spending the morning with his little

#starker #little peter #daddy tony #little au #soft aesthetic #moodboard #my moodboard

[captshipper]

eager

soft smutty starker // top!Peter x bottom!Tony

Peter's an eager lover, Tony learned quickly.

he's careful, of course, he doesn't want to hurt Tony (it doesn't really matter if Tony does enjoy a more painful sex). his are soft, taking time to make sure he's open and ready. Peter's far from small, the stretch's addicting. the eagerness coats everything, it feels like Peter wants to make him cum in one noght more than he did his whole life.

such a lovely thing, Tony thinks, Peter's a good lover. inexperienced as he is, it's so gentle and lovely.

Tony doesn't want to have anyone else in his life.

#starker #starker blog #starker fanfiction #starker smut #soft smut #sot soft SOFT

[professional-benaddict]

little!peter crushing on his new doctor stephen👉🏻👈🏻 the boy met him weeks ago for a check up and he is still drawing pictures for the doctor. peter even goes as far as to fake symptoms and pains for his daddy tony to take him to see ”doctuh ste-ben”🥰🥰🥰🥰

#im vvvv soft rn #little!peter #daddy!tony #starker #tony stark x peter parker #stephen strange #tony stark #peter parker

[monster-cock69]

kitten peter getting a bell put on him because he keeps popping out of nowhere

#kitten peter #any ship tbh #starker #winterspider #spidershield #whichever #i just #its so cute #peter jumping down from the ceiling #with only the soft tinkling of his bell as warning #peter parker #pet peter #avengers #marvel #spiderman #prompt #someone please write this #nff

[spider-mancan]

just thinking about tony with a prosthetic arm after endgame and peter tuning it up when tony is too tired or the angle is wrong or when peter just wants to be close and doesn't know how to ask for something a little softer

#starker #considers #this one is just. #the vibe is very soft and in my head always

[marvels-clownery-festival]

Bro please someone help me find that one spidershiepd oneshot i remember it was about homeless omega Peter and policeman Steve and it was so damn cute and warm

#spidershield #peter parker x steve rogers #peter x Steve #avengers fic #pls help #soft starker

[waugh-bao]

Charlie on the Stones and their roles in the band (2014/video)

#he’s got such a huge sweet smile and a soft beautiful voice #and he’s saying all of these wonderful things about mick and keith and ronnie #looking over the moon to talk about how much he loves and admires them #and the minute the interviewer asks him about himself #it’s like all the light goes out of him #the contrast couldn’t be starker #and it’s a horrible thing to see #the rolling stones #charlie watts #keith richards #old married band #mick jagger #ronnie wood #video #sound on

[starker-sorbet]

Soft domestic starker

#starker #married starker #domestic starker #soft and domestic #brown aesthetic #moodboard #my moodboard

[tubbytarchia]

Did the evil art style thing finally. Got a bit lost in the sauce

So idk if I hit all the marks lol but!!

Things I attempted to accomplish as suggested by my lovely followers: - Lineless (As opposed to lined) - Sketchy/sharp edges (as opposed to clean/smooth) - Hair without a defined shaped (as opposed to hair WITH defined shape) - Expressionless eyes lol (as opposed to expressive eyes, though I think the dead eye look kinda. works for this idk. This was the hardest one!!) - More saturated colors (as opposed to kind of pale/muted) - LESS saturated colors / darker colors Things I attempted to accomplish of my own initiative: - Drawing on one layer from start to finish (even when I switch styles I always utilize a bunch of layers) - Using a brush I don't/barely use (the default FireAlpaca brush lol) - Leaning more towards realism and accurate anatomy (as opposed to very cartoony) - Idk just kinda aiming for the opposite vibe in general. Helped by the sharp edges/starker and darker colors etc. No more soft huggable art. Evil art now Someone suggested I draw in a softer, more rounded style and I'm sorry because that just clashed too much with the other suggestions, and also I do think my art already leans towards that! But regardless thank you so much!!

#pearlescentmoon fanart #evil art style challenge #tubby art

[bulkhummus]

in honor of 10 years of welcome to night vale

[ID: A grayscale WTNV comic. Cecil’s narration floats over panels, bolded here and also placed at the end in a solid paragraph. He is a tall, thin white man with an eye on his forehead and two below his eyes. Cecil looks scared or surprised as he stands against a white background with a narrow black strip behind him. A tapping noise sounds out as Cecil, back now facing the viewer, looks through a thin white strip between a black background. He says, “My existence - is not unlike a tomb.”

Cecil moves forward with an upset expression, indistinct black rising and twisting around him. From the black, the white outline of a three-eyed tall and thin person outlined puts their hands on his shoulders, startling him. Then the black recedes when the Cecil from the Narrow Place collapses onto Cecil, who looks upset. “Every choice I never got to make - resides with me.”

“I lost agency-” A panel of multiple silhouettes--one with two eyes, one with three, and one with five like Cecil’s. Then a low angle looking up at the NVCR radio tower as speech bubbles asks, “Who are you? How did you get here?” Cecil supports the other Cecil through the streets, who is sketchy and clad in dark clothes. Cecil looks up with apprehension at the radio tower as the sick-looking other Cecil clings to him and radiates black. “- The moment I left the womb.”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever come to terms-” A series of panels: Cecil and Abby talking with sad, resigned expressions at a dinner table with a third plate set out for their absent mother. A close-up of Cecil’s torso as he holds papers with an intern badge on his shirt. A barn owl looking at the viewer against a black background. A hand clinging from below to a bathroom sink, above which is a broken mirror that has dropped shards into the sink. A case of Cat Ballou held in front of a DVR. A cockroach with “Huntokar” written on it. A hand withdrawing a paper from an envelope that says “Lot 37.” “-With this path-”

Cecil’s hand pushes the door to the recording booth. A view of the booth is shown, and Cecil leads the deteriorating other Cecil in to sit. The other Cecil says, “Carlos. Carlos? Carlos!” as he turns into starker, smudgier black streaks. Cecil looks at him with sorrow and sympathy, then withdraws his hands when the other Cecil disappears when they reach the chair. “That I’ve been forced down.”

“But I do know two things.” A view of the crescent moon shining. Then Cecil unlocks the door to his house, and a frowning Carlos notices a “thunk” from behind him. Carlos is a short, muscular brown man with long hair. He turns on the couch and calls, “Cecil? Is that you?” Cecil strides past him with clenched fists, face not in view, and Carlos stands and asks, “Ceec?”

Carlos peers nervously around a wall as Cecil looks into a dark room with a frown and crossed arms. A dim view of a sleeping Esteban, a young brown child in bed. Cecil’s clenched fist trembles. “I have them-” Carlos puts his hands over his chest, a soft smile on his face, and then moves behind Cecil, shown through their torsos and Carlos’ hand reaching for Cecil. Cecil smiles gratefully as he leans back, and Carlos looks at him with a gentle smile and says, “I’m here if you need me.” “- And they have me.”

The full narration reads: “My existence is not unlike a tomb. Every choice I never got to make resides with me. I lost agency the moment I left the womb. I don’t know if I’ll ever come to terms with this path that I’ve been forced down. But I do know two things. I have them, and they have me.” End ID]

ID lovingly created by: @princess-of-purple-prose

#here it is!!! #so glad i finished it before the 15th :) #so much symbolism packed into this baby #I hope it translates well!! #and i hope everyone is excited for the episode!!!! #Wtnv #welcome to night vale #cecilos #night vale #this is the longest ‘personal’ comic ive ever made hehe #art tag

[bits-and-babs]

This is only the first of what I hope will not be too many, but here we go! 🗝 Joel Miller + Country cowbow aesthetic. Because why not?! <3

⋆ 𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖

CountryCowboy!Joel Miller x f!Reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: soft af, made my heart ache, playful flirting, literally such southern stereotypes written by an English Woman. Dry humping. 18+ ya nasties!

summary: Retired Rodeo-Cowboy Joel Miller settles down on his ranch with his number one fan.

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“They’re more hassle than they’re worth, y’know?”

A smile pulls at the edges of your mouth the moment his complaints reach your ears. His gruff voice drips with sarcasm, but you keep your eyes on the horses that prance around the paddock. They lift their hooves with synchronised grace, performing a dance as they clopped across the dried soil.

“That may be,” you muse, brushing your palms over the planks of wood that contained the mares. They’re beautiful beasts, their coats shining beneath the sunshine that the rim of your Stetson shields your face from. “But they’re mighty fine.”

The mocking southern accent you respond with has Joel pushing his elbow into your side.

“Hey!” You burst into a fit of giggles, the laughter bubbling from your throat before you’re able to suppress it. When you look up, Joel’s face is flat, that typical ‘Clint Eastwood Stand-off’ vibe that he always emanates, but his eyes betray him. There’s amusement swirling in his deep tan-leather irises.

Joel rests his palms on the wood, too, casting his gaze over the field. He’s handsome like this, you think, the dying gilded sunshine painting his face golden. It’s clearly crawled under his skin, cheeks glowing a subtle pink with sunburn and making the greys of his beard starker amongst the brown. His matching salt and pepper hair is windswept from working all day in the summer breeze.

It’s ridiculous, you think. All these years together, travelling to rodeos and spending most of your time hiding behind your fingers when he wrestled steers, you still felt the butterflies erupt in your stomach when you looked at him. He’d since hung up his bulldogging boots, ‘far too old to be wrangling bullocks’, and had taken up a much quieter life breeding horses for racing.

“You know,” Joel smirks, not bothering to look at you when he teases you, “You’re always talkin’ ‘bout how pretty they are but spend all your time lookin’ at me.”

“Shut up,” you scoff, tearing your eyes away from him and folding your arms across your chest with an indignant huff. The rumbles of a chuckle reach your ears, and you can feel your cheeks heat up.

“It ain’t so bad, you know,” he speaks softly, trying to ease your embarrassment, “It’s nice to know an old man’s still got it.”

You can’t stay mad at him for very long. That southern charm that effortlessly and unknowingly bleeds through each word works its way between your ribs and lassoes your heart with such ease. Again, you find yourself smiling, turning to look at him again. He’s unable to smother the grin that’s threatening to stretch across his lips, the edges of his mouth twitching.

“You’re not an old man,” you promise, reaching your hand across the small space between you. You hook your finger under the metal of his belt buckle and pull him towards you with a grin. He arches a brow at you pointedly, and you shrug with a grin. “Mhm, okay, maybe you’re a little old.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirks, watching you smooth your hands over his hips and waist.

“The kind of old that makes a man even more handsome,” you promise him, unable to look him in the eyes and choosing instead to drag your eyes over the tanned skin that glistens with sweat just beyond the collar of his flannel, “You age like whiskey, Joel.”

“Jack Daniels or Southern Comfort?” He asks, and you can feel his gaze dancing across your face, burning into your mouth and tracing your lips.

“Mhmm…” you hum softly, finally braving his stare and looking up at him. His eyes are dark with a rich need, hungering for your lips on his. “Redbreast.”

He can’t stand it anymore, you think, leaning down suddenly to press his lips to yours. They’re slightly dry from the heat, and you can taste the salt of his sweat. His body heards you against the fence, his work-worn hands dragging over your thighs and hips with a delicious hum that pools arousal between your thighs.

“Joel,” you breathe into his mouth. It comes out a little more desperate than you’d like, a little needier, but Joel doesn’t complain. His hands are hoisting you up, settled just beneath your ass, so your legs wrap around him.

“These fuckin’ jeans,” he huffs, frustrated when he lightly slaps your ass. Again, you’re laughing, knowing he hates them. They hug your figure just right, too tricky to get off in a hurry. “Just gonna have to make do, aren’t I?”

You’re unable to question him, to ask what he means, because he’s immediately grinding his hips against your own in a way that adds just the right amount of pressure to your clit through the seam of your jeans. Fuck, he’s rock hard beneath you, clearly turned on by your ridiculous teasing and the way you melted at the sight of him.

He swallows your moans with heated kisses, tongue dragging against your own. Fuck, his hands are squeezing at the flesh of your ass through the denim, enjoying the handfuls he steals.

It’s deliberate. The slow, heavy arcs of his hips when he grinds into you, focusing all the pressure on your clit with expertise only he could offer. He’d mapped out your body after all these years, the peaks and troughs of your structure memorised like the landscape of his ranch. Joel knew every pleasure point of your body, how to work them to his advantage and to your detriment.

“Fuck,” you whine softly, feeling him smirk into your shared kiss. Leaning your head back, you sigh when he pulls his lips across your jugular, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your pulse.

“Kiss your mother with that mouth, Darlin’?” He questions you, and you answer with a pointed, open-palm slap against his shoulder. He chuckles again, but responds with another heavy drag of his hips.

“Ohfu-“ you choke out, tears welling in your eyes. He just ruins you, just picks you apart and puts you together again so that all you can think about is the throbbing arousal that shoots up your spine.

“You gonna give it to me, Darlin’? Come on, Sugar. Come on,” he whispers to you, that gravelly tone sparking something honey-sweet inside of you. It’s not the lighting crack that he usually produces. No, it pours through you like molasses, slow and rolling and dripping between your thighs. A soft, drawn-out moan of Joel’s name pushes its way from your lips, and he praises you as your thighs squeeze him tight.

“Mhmm, Good Girl,” he hums, planting kisses along your jaw with a grin. “Don’t think I’ll have to work hard to wrangle you into bed, will I?”

He doesn’t.

END

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[monster-cock69]

omega peter getting pregnant from a one night stand and the avengers fam coming around to help him with the baby

tony holding his hand as they find out the gender, bucky knitting the baby's first blanket, all the soft

#starker #omega peter #alpha tony #someone please write this #peter parker #avengers #marvel #tony stark #spiderman #iron man #prompt #omegaverse #avengers fam #all the soft #soft starker

[spider-mancan]

thinking about tony waking up next to a sleepy peter. no other thoughts at this time.

#starker #just soft kisses and warm hands

[madeforstarker]

Prompt Fill: Stealing Clothes | Sitting on Lap

🧸 ♡ 》 ~

"WHERE IS YOUR MIT HOODIE DADDY?!"

"They're in the laundry right now, baby love."

Tony looks up from his work when he doesn't hear a reply from his little, the baby boy looked so heartbroken, eyes glassy and lower lips wobbling.

"How am I suppose to live then?" Peter cries out dramatically, stomping his foot on the floor.

Tony couldn't help the soft and amused chuckle that slipped past his lips, he pats his lap, calling out for his little, "how about you sit on daddy's lap while I finish my work and we'll have nuggies and fries later?"

Peter gasps and runs to Tony's lap, almost tripping but Tony caught him in time, the boy looked at him with such excitement, "dino nuggies, dada?"

He smiles at Peter and adjusts the kid on his lap before placing a soft kiss on his baby boy's pout, "dino nuggies and maybe some letter nuggies? Show daddy how to spell your name and Daddy's?"

Peter nods rapidly, "yes yes!", "then I will get your hoodies after they dry, dada?"

Tony chuckles, "you can have all of my clothes, bambino, what's mine is yours because you're my little love."

"And you're my daddy love!"

"I wouldn't have it any other way, baby love."

《 dedicated to my co-kiddo @starker-raving-mads i love youuuu 》 🧸🤎

#starker #tnpt #daddy!tony #little!peter #starker moodboard

[starker-raving-mads]

join our cult, its a starkercest one :DDD

Oh, I am fully enmeshed in the love of starkercest trust me~

#I especially like dark starkercest #it's so yummy #and soft peter is just the best #starker #raving answers