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starkeristics · 2 days
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how it feels to still be shipping starker when tony died in canon 5 years ago
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starkly · 4 months
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My sister has a knitting machine she's trying to fix and has been telling me all about them and how they work, so this is me experimenting with making a pattern for them! both of these designs are 24 pixels wide and repeating :)
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90minsofscreentime · 2 years
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Now that's a Good Omen (I love you, I love you)
Why hello there~~
By golly, I really didn't deliver on the amount of Summer Bingo Prompt Fills I thought I was going to achieve, but here we are! With my Good Omens, Angel/Demon starker AU~
I'm quite proud of this one, truth be told (considering I was rushing to finish this before the deadline), so I hope it's to everyone else's enjoyment also! If you've been mentioned in this post it's because I added you to a taglist of people I'd like to check this story out! Of course, you are under no obligation to read my work if you don't want to, there will be no hard feelings~ <3
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SFSummerBingo2022 Prompt Fill ~ "Angel/Demon AU" @starkerfestivals
Rating: Explicit
“Hello, Angel.”
Beautiful, golden brown locks flounce as Peter turns his head, his hand halfway through the motion of throwing some feed into the water.
“Oh! Hello there, Anthony!” The bright, melodic ring of Peter’s voice reaches Tony’s ears. It should be annoying - especially after all these years. It isn’t. Tony smiles. “Do you still go by Anthony? I can never be quite sure.”
“You can call me Anthony if you want, Pete,” Tony approaches with his usual swagger, hips swinging from side-to-side. Walking normally is boring - sue him. “But I’ve recently taken a liking to ‘Tony’.”
Peter meets him halfway, a paper bag of duck food clutched in both hands - no doubt fattening the birds they’ve visited for hundreds of years. He’s sporting a very flattering cream sweater with a light brown collared shirt beneath it, tied together with matching cream trousers and smart brown shoes. Ever the picture of immaculate spotlessness. Tony himself is draped with his usual black blazer, t-shirt and skinny jeans - his shades a bold blood-red, just because. Colours are fun, especially when you see the world through them.
“‘Tony’,” Peter turns the name over in his mouth, trying it out, tasting it. Tony hopes it tastes nice - like whiskey and cigar smoke or something (the best flavours). “I like it. It suits you,” Peter starts walking slowly towards a park bench; their bench. “It’s got the same refinement as ‘Anthony’, but with a bit more snark - it’s rather suave, I think,” Peter hums as he sits down, his posture upright and perfect, hands politely clasped in his lap. “Yes… I like it very much.”
“Why thank you, Angel. It’s nice to know I’m still just as suave as I was during that St. James’s Court assembly way back when,” Tony muses, settling into his signature slouch on the cold wood as he recounts the memory, sitting perhaps a bit too close to his holy companion, but it’s been a while, okay? He’s excited to see an old friend, that’s all. That’s all there is to it.
“In 1812?” Peter recalls, turning to look at the demon’s sly grin. Peter, delightfully, smirks back. “I still haven’t forgiven you for that… Sneaking up on me in the middle of a social event… And you weren’t even in the proper attire for an evening ball! People were staring at you! You and your lack of any waistcoat or cravat-”
“And yet I received the most feminine attention out of all the mortal bachelors that evening,” Tony preens, interrupting the perturbed Angel. “Say what you will about ‘high class’ ladies, but they’ll drop any responsibilities or decorum at just a hint of scandal and excitement. Usually in the form of a roguish man. Or another tempting woman.” Tony murmurs, thinking back on his past flings and conquests; all the times he’s seen that unmistakable spark of lust in an innocent human’s eyes - be it towards him, or a fellow human. It’s always so much more deliciously profound when it’s towards a forbidden human too. Well, only forbidden by their earthly standards, but still, it’s one of many reasons why spreading the sin of lust is Tony’s absolute favourite pastime. Peter could use some of that , he thinks. N-Not from him of course, just, y’know, lust in general.
Peter’s lips purse a little at his words, as if he disapproves of them yet can’t help but be charmed by them at the same time. Tony’s been on the receiving end of those pursed lips for centuries now and he still hasn’t bored of seeing them. If only he could do more than just look at those plump-
“Well I don’t blame them if that is the case, the poor things - always forced to conform due to something so inconsequential as gender,” Oh, Peter. Ever the saviour of the masses. If the Angel was given creative control of the Earth, Tony has no doubt that it would be a very different, sunny, equality-ridden safe space. Very healthy. Pretty boring. “But, things are different now, thankfully. What today’s generation lacks in style it certainly makes up for in inclusion and progression.”
“Does it really?” Tony interjects, fighting back a teasing smirk.
“Oh, Anthony, stop being so pessimistic about it all,” Peter rebuts, as petulantly positive as ever.
“C’mon, you can’t honestly look at the world right now and tell me it’s so much more improved compared to what it was when we had the first-”
“Alright, I know it’s not perfect, but I just…” Peter stumbles over his next words, seemingly at a loss. Earth can do that to you; leave you scrambling for justification at its most inexplicable failings and shortcomings. Tony understands. “I… I know what these people are capable of when they are at their very best. Their most kind; their most empathetic. So I… I can’t help but hold out hope for them.” Peter’s expression turns serene, his eyes glazing over slightly as he stares down at the shimmering water of the lake. “Anyway… I know I’ve talked about this with you before a-and it doesn’t even really matter in the grand scheme of things what I think so-”
Tony leans forward. Something takes over him, be it Satan or God (hell forbid), and Tony can’t stop himself from pressing an infatuated kiss on Peter’s porcelain, perfectly smooth, oh-my-god-he’s-so-soft cheek. It’s only when Tony realises he’s actively inhaling the Angel’s perfect scent that he comes back to Earth (ha-ha) and pulls away as if burned.
They both freeze. 
Shit, shit, shit–
Centuries have gone by where Tony has managed to hold off the temptation (Yikes, how ironic is that?) and this boring, mundane, 21st Century meet-up by their favourite location is what pushes him over the edge? Really? 
If only his fellow demons could see him now… Heart thumping, face flushing and throat drying - all at the prospect of a petty kiss on the cheek. He’d be a laughing stock. The most pathetic demon to ever walk the grounds above Hell. A lovelorn idiot, falling for the biblical charms of the most innocent being he’s ever put up with. Fuck… I really do love him, huh…
A delicate hand reaches up slowly to ghost over the spot on Peter’s cheek that Tony can’t stop staring at. The Angel’s wide doe eyes flicker around Tony’s face, presumably searching for whatever emotion caused this unexpected occurrence. 
“Wh…” Peter breathes, seemingly at a loss for words. Tony doesn’t blame him. “What… What was that for?” Peter asks genuinely. Innocently. Holding back a delirious chuckle at such guileless sincerity, Tony scrambles for something to say, still avoiding those curious, ethereal eyes.
“I just…” Tony finally glances up, his shades halfway down his nose now, painting just half of the Angel in a rosy tint, while the other half is bathed in the white rays of the midday sun. The once rouge tinged hue of his skin now glowing with purity and goodness and undeniable beauty, as painful as the sun. Tony pushes the frames back over his eyes. “I just really missed you, Angel.” The sincerity of his comment must’ve surprised Peter, his pink lips parting slightly in a silent gasp. Tony holds his breath, waiting for an inevitable slap or rebuttal or perhaps something as simple as Peter walking away until the next Millenia, but neither of them are moving. 
Peter’s features slowly shift into an expression of unadulterated fondness, his eyes crinkling delightfully and his mouth smoothing into a gentle smile. Even Tony’s shades can’t disguise Peter’s unsullied brightness and, by proxy, Tony’s contaminated darkness can’t help but smirk in reply. So fucking beautiful.
“I really missed you too…” Tender fingers slip through the gaps between Tony’s, clasping the Demon’s hand in an achingly sincere grasp. “...Tony.” The air between them thickens as they continue to gaze at each other, hands tightening in an affectionate squeeze. They probably look sickening to any outside observer. Tony couldn’t care less.
In a flash, Peter rushes to connect their lips in a chaste peck, instantly drawing straight back before Tony has a chance to respond. Peter’s eyes widen in anticipation and barely concealed eagerness; a very good omen indeed . Tony can see he is being handed the reins, the power, to decide how this progresses. By now they’ve crossed the point of no return and there’s no need to be chaste about his feelings anymore - his desires. Peter is just too delicious to pass up.
Their lips crash in a much more passionate, violent, dangerous slide than before, with Tony pushing and pushing to get his tongue inside that forbidden mouth, prompting a delightful squeal from the scandalised Angel. Christ, he tastes better than anything I could’ve ever imagined… Tony’s much larger hands grasp the sides of Peter’s face with uncontrollable desperation, he has to grip every soft, supple part of this creature that he can reach, he has to kiss these untouched lips like a mortal starved, he has to appreciate - no, worship - every inch of Peter that has been neglected for millenia, he has to, he has to, he has to–
“Ah, Tony!” Peter gasps, disconnecting their mouths with a wet smack – not at all very far, mind you, as Tony is still clutching onto Peter’s flaming cheeks, so they’re basically still sharing air. “I… I–”
“Yeah?” Tony sighs, licking and mouthing at Peter’s lips; the fire inside him well and truly stoked. You’re never getting rid of me now, Angel .
“I-I think we should mmpf–” Tony captures Peter’s mouth and swallows the rest of his words, unable to help himself. The urgent press of their mouths is almost deliriously painful at this point, but judging by the exquisite breathy moan Peter lets out, he probably doesn’t care either. “W-We should… ngh, definitely stop this public display, Tony…” Oh that’s right, they’re still sitting on this damned bench next to those damned ducks in the middle of this godforsaken park. 
“I would say fuck ‘em and put on a proper show for them to gawk at–”
“Tony! That’s disgustingly vulgar!”
“-But I’d really love to properly defile you somewhere private… All to myself…” Tony presses another firm kiss on Peter’s gorgeous rosebud lips. This beauty deserves to have rapturous sex away from the greedy public – they don’t have the right to set eyes on such an ethereal creature – that pleasure cannot be wasted on baseless mortal idiots. Peter needs to be taken apart in a bed , naked and glorious, without fear, awkwardness or shame, aided by an experienced demon of lust to really explore all of his… possibilities. Enter: Tony. Whoever said he wasn’t a gentleman? “...So… Your place?”
“Oh, Tony,” Peter’s breath hitches as Tony starts planting kisses all over his cheeks, nose, jaw, neck– “I-I don’t think that’s, hah, such a good idea,”
“No?” Tony pulls back from sucking on Peter’s throat, a grin spreading across his face when the Angel instinctively follows after him, no doubt not wanting the sensation to end. Peter’s eyes flutter as his mouth parts - clearly he’s holding onto the very last threads of protest within himself. 
“N-No… I mean yeah, I mean–” Peter clears his throat delicately, his dilated eyes not leaving Tony’s. “We probably shouldn’t…”
“Well, if you say so, Angel,” Tony murmurs, a false air of ease and indifference about the situation, smirk still firmly plastered on his face.
“Y-Yeah, I… yeah.”
“Oh my G–! Uh! Oh my goodness, Tony!” Peter’s soft, plush bed probably feels heavenly to sleep, relax, whatever in, but Tony can attest that it doesn’t provide very good leverage for when one is trying to fuck the brains out of his friend/lover/enemy. Peter himself, however, is probably the most heavenly (haha) thing his cock has ever buried itself into, and for that, Tony can let the infuriating bed slide. He’ll just have to push Peter up against a much firmer surface right after this, and then another after that, and another after that–
“D-Don’t slow down, please, please, please! ” Peter whines, his hands shooting forwards to desperately clutch at any part of Tony he can reach. Tony leans forward and obliges.
“You want me to go faster do you? Harder? Rougher? ” Tony shoves forward in a particularly ruthless thrust in reply, his arms start to shake with the effort of holding himself up over Peter’s squirming form. Somehow they had ended up in missionary position. It almost seemed inevitable what with how they couldn’t stop kissing each other on the way up the stairs, while tearing each other’s clothes and flopping gracelessly onto the bed (although Peter is always graceful, so he probably looked amazing doing it. Tony couldn’t see, obviously. They were kissing. Remember?). They’re still kissing now, and Tony doesn’t think either of them could’ve torn away from the other to discuss an optimal position. It was all so naturally decided – so easy – and somehow it’s the most incredible sex of Tony’s prolonged, never-ending life.
“Oh, G– Oh, Tony, it’s– it’s too much, I-” Peter can barely string his words together with how much the slap of their bodies is knocking the breath from his lungs, causing delicate “ah”s to interrupt almost every word. 
“Oh, Angel… Unh, God, does it feel good?” Tony groans, his stomach flaming with impending heat, his thighs burning with exertion and euphoria. He can feel beads of sweat falling onto Peter’s already glistening stomach and can’t stop himself from leaning forward to nuzzle, open-mouthed, at the wetness. God, he’s so fucking delicious.
“I don’t– ngh, it feels, I-I feel…” a despairing keen pushes out of Peter’s throat as Tony buries himself and starts rotating his hips painfully slowly.
“Do you want me to stop?” Tony asks, with great, great effort. Let this be his only good deed for the rest of time — his one in a million exception before he doubles down on his usual mischief. If Peter isn’t comfortable, then giving in to his adorable, oblivious charms simply isn’t worth it. Shit, maybe I am going soft.
“No, no, no, no!” Peter flings his legs up and around Tony’s waist and pulls, somehow shoving Tony even deeper. “Don’t you dare stop!” Okay then, nope, he’s definitely not going soft, in fact, he is still hard (very, very much hard) and primed to burst at a moment’s notice. Jesus, Peter, you’re really gonna make me blow my load like a horned-up mortal teenager, huh?
“Don’t worry, Angel, I’m not gonna stop… Shit, I don’t think you’ll ever get me to stop now,” Peter sighs in delight at Tony’s words, his face scrunched in new, undiscovered ecstasy. And the Angel deserves every second of it. 
Tony doesn’t realise his eyes beginning to close or his mouth beginning to gape in unrestrained pleasure, his primary movements being relegated to: thrust, thrust, hold Peter as close as possible, repeat. He can guess that Peter is right there with him, just as lethargic and just as far gone judging by the never ending stream of “unnnhhh” leaving his mouth, made jerky and irregular with every pounding thrust into his body. Tony adores how unintelligible he’s caused his Angel to be, how carnal … Reducing such a holy, virginal creation to an obscene, amorous creature could grant Tony the most unheard of bragging rights in hell – he could be recognised as one of the very few demons in history to tempt and have his way with a forbidden being. But, strangely… the thought is completely reprehensible to him. 
Why on Earth would he let anyone else get their dirty hands on something so intimate? Peter isn’t a notch in his centuries-old bedpost. Now that he’s finally been invited to savour the Angel – to guide him through such uncharted pleasure – why would he ever distribute that with anyone else so undeserving? Hell, Tony is nowhere near deserving of everything Peter’s giving him; everything he has to handle with unwavering tenderness, so as to not let the Angel break like porcelain beneath his scarred hands. No one can get anywhere close to breaking Peter. He can’t let them.
A small gasp emits from beneath him, a separate sound to the passionate utterings of their intercourse, so Tony pries his eyes open to investigate. Peter isn’t looking at him, instead he is looking past him, above him and around him with a disbelieving expression of fondness. Tony blinks rapidly and realises the added weight behind his shoulders – something that must’ve appeared so gradually he didn’t notice – and just in the corner of his vision does he spot shining black feathers. My wings are out…
Slowly, but surely, Tony feels his cheeks bleed into an embarrassing shade of pink or red or whatever the hell colour blush is. What the fuck. This is too much, Peter surely knows just how far gone he is by now, and it’s probably fucking everything up. 
“Hah, uhhh sorry about that,” Tony breathes, still in disbelief that he lost so much control over himself to stop concealing his wings. “I-I’ll put them away,” He hasn’t done anything like that since he was first created, and even then it quickly became second nature to hide the large span of his wings unless absolutely necessary. What kind of pathetic demon have I become?
“No!” Peter exclaims loudly, surprising himself as well as Tony with his urgency. “N-No, don’t do that…” the Angel repeats, gentler this time. Delicately, Peter begins to lift himself up and off of his back, legs still wrapped around Tony; their bodies still connected at the crotch. Tony reaches to help pull him up and hold his back for security and balance. Tony feels… nervous. Exposed. He feels inexplicably… human. Waiting for a rejection or a confirmation that seems life changing in its importance, when really it’s just another occurrence in a universe full of events that couldn’t be more meaningless. But… it feels…
Peter’s eyes gaze at Tony’s, his hair ravaged and his face sweaty, still the most beautiful person Tony’s ever laid eyes on. Their heartbeats throb in ferocious tandem together, so uncertain, yet so undeniably full of… something. Something indescribably universal that even two weary spirits can feel it so deeply. 
An astonished sound punches out of Tony’s chest when he sees two magnificent wings emerge from Peter’s shoulders, stretching out to their full glory behind him, so incredibly grand and opulent; so exquisitely white. Tony reaches up and feels, and a shuddering moan escapes Peter as he rushes to touch Tony’s wings in reply, both of their hands tentative and full of wonder. Liquid heat lustfully rushes to every inch of Tony’s form, causing his hips to jerk and Peter to quiver at the sensation.
It doesn’t take long for them to start humping against each other urgently, still sitting upright, and still clutching onto each others’ wings. Huffs and pants and groans fill the air around them – too desperate to be restrained – and Tony is barely holding back from his climax, his entire lower body straining with the tension needed to thrust, stay upright and clutch onto Peter. It’s a monumental task he is willing to perform for Millenia if it means Peter gets to experience the crest, the peak , of his pleasure a hundred times before himself. God, he can’t wait for Peter to cum.  
Neither can Peter, it seems. The Angel’s grip on Tony’s wing and shoulder, respectively,  tightens and tightens until the Demon is certain there will be scratches on his flesh and loose feathers all over the bed – a thought that leaves Tony absolutely gleeful. 
“Woah, I–” Peter gasps in surprise at something and tips his head back before looking down at where their bodies are connected, squirming restlessly in Tony’s lap. “ Ah! Oh my– Tony, I feel, something’s–” Oh fuck yes, he’s getting close. Tony immediately speeds up his hips.
“ Yes, do you feel it, Angel? That heat inside of you?” Tony purrs, eyes glued to Peter’s helpless expression. He’s not missing one second of this.
“I do, I feel it– Oh my G– Tony it’s coming! It’s getting– Ah! ” Peter yelps as his whole body begins to shake delightfully, his back arching dramatically until his head hovers just above the mattress, an irresistibly erotic picture. Fuck, I love him so much. Wait. Shit.
… Love?
Tony whimpers and keeps thrusting forward, trying to ignore the echo of that word in his head, but looking down at Peter, at one of his hands smoothing across the miles of ivory skin laid out in front of him, the feeling of his other supporting hand – holding the skin right in between those silky, white feathers – he can’t help but repeat the thought. Again and again. Fuck it, I do love you, I love you, I love everything about you, I want to see you cum for me, I want to feel your pleasure squeeze me when you climax, I love you, I love how you feel, I want to cum inside you and never pull out, ever, I love you, I adore you, I need you–
“ Tony! ” Peter wails desperately, scrambling for purchase, pulling Tony on top of him as he lets himself go and falls back onto the sheets, his moans rising in pitch, volume and urgency. “I-I’m going to– I! I need– Ah, fuck, Anthony! ” Tony feels the exact moment when Peter cums, the tightness that immediately follows, accompanied by an lascivious scream. It’s heaven. 
His thrusts become violent, ardent and needy, making sure to hit that sweet spot inside Peter every single time so that the Angel’s elation can last that much longer. Tony’s stomach flames with a familiar intensity and he lunges forward to kiss Peter ferociously, needing to taste and feel every inch of him as the heat rises and rises and rises inside of him, before finally, exquisitely, coming to a crest. There is about half a second of stillness. And then . Liquid pleasure floods Tony’s entire body, shooting up from the tip of his toes to the highest point of his temple, intensive, extreme, it’s too much. It’s perfect .   
“Unhhhh, fuck ,” Tony groans, exhausted, sinking on top of Peter just carefully enough to not completely crush him or his wings. Tony’s black feathers stretch and flex before coming to curl around his and Peter’s quivering forms. The quiet is comfortable and natural, filled with only their tired breaths and the occasional smack of lips against skin whenever one of them feels like blindly kissing whatever they could reach. Tony has never felt so content.
“I love you too.”
Shit, never mind.
Tony’s eyes snap open at the whispered confession, his heart rate starting to pick up once more. For a moment he is confused… Unsure. ‘ I love you too?’. But then he remembers. ‘ Fuck it, I do love you, I love you, I love everything about you–’, Fuuuuuck.
Did he… Did he really say all of that out loud?
“Did I really say all of that out loud?” Tony quips, still not daring to move and have Peter see his face. There’s a rustle of fabric and Tony can just tell that Peter has turned to look at his face, turned to the side as it is.
“Did you not mean it?” Peters murmurs at length, his voice quieter and insecure. Dammnit, you’re messing it up, Tony. 
“No, no, no. I mean yes! I mean,” Tony huffs and shifts his position, coming to lay on his side facing Peter, rather than lay on top of him. Stop being a coward. “I… I did mean it – I do – I just… didn’t think I was saying it all out loud,” He chuckles, braving a glance at Peter’s face. The Angel looks amused.
“Well, you did,” Peter affirms, a playful grin beginning to spread. “And I enjoyed hearing it very much,” Peter purrs, seductively. Holy shit, Tony’s created a monster. And he couldn’t be more perfect.
Let’s just say that Tony continues to tell Peter he loves him for the rest of the night, again and again and again until his voice is hoarse (and thoroughly used) and Peter responds just as excitedly to every utterance of the phrase. They’re still saying it by the time morning arrives and Tony can hazard a guess that – after 13.7 billion years of waiting – neither of them are going to stop making the other scream it anytime soon.
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underburningstars · 2 years
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"Peter, are you ba-oh god!
"Aunt May! Um, this-this is Tony. My boyfriend"
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Tony's meeting with his boyfriend's aunt isn't how any of them wanted it to be, naked and cuddling with her nephew post-coital.
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This is a prompt fill up for the 'Meeting Aunt May' square of SFSummerBingo22 @starkerfestivals
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starkerdayss · 7 months
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lmao hi y'all
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thejescaflowne · 1 year
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A/B/O-No
Happy Birthday @khalixascorner
When the Discord group said 'Hey let's write Khalixa fics for her birthday!' I thought - 'Hrm, I don't write the stuff Khalixa is really into." I know that you would've loved anything. And I also know, that you know, that I don't like A/B/O. But, a funny idea popped into my head! What if Peter ended up in the Omegaverse and, like me, was like "what the F-!" And your birthday fic was born! It's a WIP, hope you enjoy Chapter 1. Have an amazing birthday, Mama Duck!
A/B/O-No on ao3
Chapter 1: Another Goddamn Portal
What’s the lesson here, Parker?
Peter stands, doubled over trying not to vomit his guts out.
Yeah, yeah. Avoid the shiny portal, dumbass. 
To be fair, at the time Peter didn’t know it was a portal…if that’s even what it was. After all, he was intimately familiar with portals. There had been no spinning yellow sparkler effect screaming I’m a portal!  It had simply shimmered like a heat layer bending the image of the city behind it. Before he knew it, he was being stretched like a rubberband, his insides twisting like silly putty. 
“Had to be curious about the shiny, swirly air…” Peter mutters, he did that a lot nowadays, sometimes having full conversations with himself. Bent over with his hands on his knees, a deep inhale, a slow exhale. Repeat. 
His vision stops swirling and Peter stands up to take in his surroundings. The time of day appears to be the same, late evening, but the city itself is like an abstract of his own. He’s standing at the familiar intersection of Times Square, but he was definitely not in Times Square when he left. 
The street is busy, ‘cuz- duh, Times Square on a Saturday night, and people are starting to notice him. Shooting him funny looks. Shit, right. He’s still in costume.
“Hey, sweet thing.” A built, rugged looking man with zero regard for personal space steps close enough to feel his breath against his mask.
“Woh, there!” Peter takes a step back, palms defensively held in front of him. “Take it easy big fella. Respect the personal bubble.” Peter’s back runs up against the heat of a solid chest behind him.
“Is this man bothering you?” Peter turns to find another man, well dressed in a tailored suit leering down at him with a dangerous glint in his eye. He leans in with a sharp inhale, then speaks next to Peter’s ear. “Come with me honey, I know how to take care of you.” 
The other man growls. “Like hell you do!” he lunges towards suit man.
“What the-” Peter side-steps out of the way as the first man dives for the second. He has no fucking clue what is going on, but they seem almost rabid. Time to douse whatever fire lit their caveman brains. 
“Break it up, hot-heads!” With a fraction of Peter’s strength, he shoves the two apart, webbing the burlier one to a wall and the other to a street light. The kerfuffle has attracted a small audience who have stopped to watch the dramatics. Time to bail.
With a thwip of his web shooters, Peter flings himself up into the air bailing to a rooftop a few blocks away. Twenty stories up, Peter takes in the view. The iconic buildings seem to be in, or near, their proper places- Empire, Chrysler, One Trade Center…guess that still happened, Vanderbilt, Stark Tower, Park Ave…wait what. His eyes snapback.
Fuck me. Stark Tower. His gut dive bombs. The Tower hadn’t had that label since…well not since the Avengers assembled. And now…well he didn’t even like to think about what it was now.
Could it mean? Peter hated himself for letting even an ounce of hope bubble up. But if this was a different reality, or universe, or whatever this was, that meant there was a chance he was still here. And if Peter had any hope of getting home, Stark Tower was the first stop on his itinerary.
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Attempting to keep a low profile, Peter swings himself to what looks to be the penthouse floor. The tower was different, and it wasn't in the same place, but it had Tony Stark written all over it...figuratively and literally. Upon closing in, he can hear the buzz of conversations floating through the crisp late spring air. He sticks to the glass, rounding the side of the building where a large balcony comes into view. Peter immediately notes the absence of the Iron Man landing platform. Not a good sign. 
The balcony itself is buzzing with conversations, happy chatter and joyful barks of laughter- A party. Mentally he counts about 75 - 100, people inside and out. 
Peter has no idea what the relationship between the humans of this world and super-humans is, if it’s even a thing. He’s certainly not dressed to go waltzing into the middle of a Stark mixer, but he can’t hang out here all night either. He decides to crawl to a higher vantage point up where he’s able to see more of the crowd on the balcony. 
There’s a few people he recognizes, but most he doesn’t. Another bad sign if he’s looking for Avengers help. Then he hears it. His enhanced hearing picks it out from the crowd, the familiar hero made legend. A voice like music, a forgotten song he once listened to on repeat somehow lost with time. Only to be found again, but made better with the added sweetness of nostalgia. 
Mister Stark. Tony.
He follows the wavelengths, searching the crowd until he sees him. Alive. Standing there, in the flesh. Commanding the attention of a group of admirers, talking like he owns the place (because he does). 
It knocks the wind out of him, the pain of the loss he thought he'd moved on from. Turns out, dealing with that loss was more like shoving it in a closet, piling a bunch of dirty life laundry on top and stuffing the door shut. Well, that door just swung open, and it turns out, there’s a huge pile of baggage spilling out on top of him. Peter feels almost weak in the knees- Thank Christ for stickiness.
Peter stares, can’t look away. Enthralled by a Tony that looks a good 15-20 years younger than when Peter had watched his light fade on the battlefield. Here, he radiated that stolen life, glowing with a resplendent light, like his Mr. Stark had when he was a boy and watched him on TV interviews and news reports. Gone was the stress the man carried during the years Peter knew him. Tony laughed freely- honest, genuine laughs. Maybe they came easier for the Tony of this world?
Peter needs to get to him, privately, find out what he knows. As much as he’s relieved to find Tony Stark, the differences are already so staggering he’s not sure the man will be able to help. God, even if he can’t, just the thought of getting to talk to Tony again, alive and breathing, it’s overwhelming. Peter needs a few moments for the shock to wear off, allowing himself to linger, just watch and listen in an attempt to untangle the overlapping murmurs of the crowd. 
Before he’s ready, Peter’s disturbed from his spot of observation by the buzzing of miniature aircraft engines approaching. 
Shit.
He has no idea what kind of tech these security drones are packing, and he’s fairly confident he could handle them. But it’s not exactly going to make a good first impression if Peter introduces himself by causing property damage. 
Aw, what the hell. Peter jumps onto the balcony.
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The sudden halt of the crowd is tantamount to the screeching of a record scratch. All eyes turn his way. Which really, wasn’t all that surprising considering a lycra clad masked vigilante just dropped into the middle of a private shindig. 
A portion of overly assertive gawkers move in on him…they don’t look dangerous, per say. But they do look…feral; and they push in like the men from Times Square, crowding a little too close for comfort. Peter’s thankful for the mask hiding what he’s sure is a panicked expression. Though the mask is no doubt causing even more of a scene than without. 
Peter pulls his limbs inward, trying to take up less space as he shuffles between the encroaching bodies, trying to remember what his actual fucking plan was. He decides, for the moment, he just needs to play nice.
“Hi…hi there…hello…excuse me, a little room please.” He feels a passing slap on his ass and he jumps to face the man who did it. “Hey now- there’ll be none of that!” The tall, GQ model of a man just growls at him with a playful glint in his eye.
Suddenly there’s a parting of the sea, like Moses himself, Tony approaches. Eyes piercing with heat, hotter than the time Tony took the suit from him. A heat that isn’t born of malice, anger, or disappointment. This heat looks untamable. 
“Tony.” Peter breathes it out like a gasp of relief. 
Tony tilts his head, one edge of his mouth quirked up. “Do I know you?” 
“I…I…” Peter wasn’t ready. Wasn’t ready for this. There was no preparation- no way to prepare- to have Tony Stark standing in front of him, with the same voice, the same charisma, the same smirk. “I…” He feels weak in the knees.
“Take your time,” Tony smiles his most devilish smile at Peter, closing in with a grace as if floating on air. Smooth.
“No” Peter finally says, a wall of eyes staring with infatuation at the exchange. “You don’t know me.”
“Didn’t think so.” Tony tilts his head down, inches from Peter’s ear where he pulls a deep inhale of breath into his lungs, smelling Peter like he was a fresh cup of coffee on a cold winter morning. “I would certainly remember.” He straightens, stares back at Peter’s masked visage with a predatory look. 
Peter looks around, anxious under all the anticipatory stares. “Uh..Mr. Stark. Can we talk…in private?”
A low rumbling resounds from Tony’s core, akin to a purr. “Yeah honey,” he steps to Peter’s side, placing his hand on his lower back, mouth dipping to Peter’s ear. “I have a place we can go.” And if this wasn’t already weird enough, Tony takes advantage of their position to lean close and inhale another deep breath at Peter's neck. 
A guiding push gets Peter moving in the direction Tony steers, away from the balcony, back inside and down the hall to what ends up being a bedroom. A really luxurious, though masculine, bedroom. Tony closes the door behind them, Peter turning at the sound of the latch clicking.
Away from the eyes and noise of the party, Peter eases enough to give Tony a more thorough assessment. He’s a few inches taller in this verse, his chest a bit broader than Mr. Stark’s. But other than his slightly larger physical size, everything else is the same. His hair, his nose and mouth, those eyes, were they always so…so…piercing?
For a moment they just stare at one another, arms length apart, then Peter snaps out of his reverie, realizing Tony can’t actually see his face. He pulls his mask off, about to launch into an explanation of why he’s here, but Tony cuts him off before he can get a word out. 
“Christ, gorgeous too.” Tony takes the step needed to close the space between them, Peter looks up at him, trying to parse the man’s intent. “You’re intoxicating, I’ve never scented anything like it.”
Before Peter can comprehend what’s happening, Tony yanks him against his chest, kissing him like his life depends on it. For a second he’s too shocked to do anything, trapped in an utter state of what the fuck.
A few searching licks into his mouth later, Peter snaps out of it, shoves Tony by his shoulders, breaking the kiss. “Woh, there! Down boy!” 
Tony’s shoulders are tense, pressing against the hold Peter has on him. “Are you toying with me, Omega?” He makes it sound more like a devious invitation, not a question.
“I mean it, Sir.” Peter warns.
“Sirrr,” Tony repeats, letting the ‘r’ drag off his tongue like a purr. He shifts his weight away from Peter, standing so Peter no longer needs to hold him back. Peter drops his hands to his sides, assuming he’s safe only to be proven wrong when Tony steps a leg between Peter’s, jerking him forward by the hips. The length of Tony’s large, rock hard erection presses against Peter’s pelvis, Tony’s mouth dips to Peter’s neck, licking just above the spider-suit's neck line. 
“Damnit.” Peter grips Tony by the biceps, more lifting him back than shoving him, until he’s flush against the wall. “Enough!” Peter webs Tony’s wrists to the wall, attempting to get a hold of the situation. 
Tony looks a bit less sex crazed, only by a little, making room for his surprise. “Jesus, you’re strong...and feisty.” He peers down at his bonds. “Not what I expected, especially from an Omega.” He looks back up at Peter with sin in his eyes, “I think I like it.”
“Mr. Stark.” Peter lets out a long, slow breath. “Please. Stop talking.” Peter paces across the room, stops to look out the windows overlooking the almost familiar city. He crosses his arms, collecting his thoughts. “I need your help, and I need you to stop doing…whatever it is you’re trying to do.” As if Peter didn’t know what Tony was trying to do…he just didn’t know why.
“I am offering to help. You’re obviously in heat. You must be suffering, why the resistance?”
“I’m suffering all right,” Peter moans under a sigh, rubbing his forehead, then turns to look at Tony. “But not from whatever it is you think I am.”
Tony looks confused. “You’re not in heat?”
“I don’t know what a ‘heat’ is. Unless you’re talking about cats or dogs or something.”
Tony's expression changes from confused to really confused. “I think we need to start over.”
Peter loudly guffaws, hands on his hips. “So you are a genius in this universe.”
“This universe?” Tony looks at his webbed hands, then back at Peter. “Would you…do you mind?”
Peter considers releasing him, quite aware that Tony must have security he could call, he’s being generous about being webbed up...and let’s not think about that. “Are you gonna attack me again?” 
Tony closes his eyes and breathes deeply, in and out several times, then lets his shoulders drop as he slowly exhales. He refocuses on Peter. “I won’t touch you, if that’s what you mean. If that’s really not what you want.” Tony hesitates, looking for confirmation, as if he needs to hear it one more time- that Peter is not interested in sex. Peter wants to roll his eyes, cause ego much? Instead, Peter just nods. “Okay, but best if you sit on the other side of the room.”  
Tony makes a low groan when Peter gets close enough to free him, yanking the webs off his wrist. “Sorry,” Peter mutters when a chunk of the drywall comes off with it and Tony arches an amused look at him. Peter takes the chair near the dressing area, Tony sits on the bench at the end of his bed, not hiding the need to adjust himself as he does so. They’re not across the room from each other, but they sit a good 15 feet away. 
“What’s your name?” Tony starts.
“Peter Parker.”
“Okay Peter Parker. What is it I can do for you, if not the obvious.”
Peter twists his mouth at that, thinking this Tony Stark might be even more of a narcissist than the one he knew. “I need your help, to get back to my universe.”
“And what makes you think this isn’t your universe.”
“For starters, the shimmering portal I warped through. But this also isn't my first encounter dealing with the multiverse.”
“The multiverse…” Tony furrows his brow, skeptical, then chuckles. “Nice try kid.” 
“Argh. This isn’t a joke.” Peter rubs his temples, he’s suddenly very tired. Maybe Tony wasn’t the best idea. “Dr. Strange,” he mutters to himself. “I should find Stephen.”
“Stephen Strange?” Tony says, a sudden seriousness to his interest. 
“You know him?” Peter’s eagerness is apparent.
“Knew him, briefly.” Tony doesn’t sound happy about it. “No one’s seen Stephen Strange for years. Maybe dead, maybe not.”
“Wong?”
“Wong what?”
Peter huffs. “He’s another sorcerer. Named Wong.”
Tony looks perplexed for a moment, almost confused. “Maybe…No…I don’t think I know a Wong.”
“Whose Sorcerer Supreme in this world?”
“That’s a new one on me, kid.” 
Peter frowns, not hearing the answers he needs. He tries to think who else from his universe, dead or alive, may be able to help him. “What about Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch?”
Tony shakes his head. “Never heard of her.”
Peter tries not to be disappointed. At least the existence of Dr. Strange is a positive sign. There isn’t anyone else he can think of that might have a connection or understanding of the multiverse. Though, it does make him wonder if the Avengers ever assembled.
“What about Steve Rogers?”
“Steve Rogers?” Tony’s eyes narrow. “Are you messing with me?”
“Just pretend for a second that what I’m telling you is the truth and this isn’t my world. That I physically showed up here less than an hour ago. So no, Sir. I’m not messing with you.”
“Everyone knows Captain America.”
A wave of relief floods Peter, though he can’t exactly say why. Not like Cap knows anything about sorcering him back to his universe. But, Steve is a master strategist and if anyone would want to help him, Steve will. “Does that mean this world has the Avengers?”
“Yes.” Tony cautiously answers, like it’s a trick question. 
“And are you Iron Man?”
Tony tilts his head, the devilish grin returning. “Some nights.” 
Jesus Christ. “I mean,” Peter grits out, “Are you a member of the Avengers known as Iron Man?”
“I’m not officially on the team, I fund it, create the tech, consult on missions. This is all well known.”
“Been here less than an hour,” Peter reminds him.
“Right, so you say.”
“Not sure how to convince you, but here’s the Cliff’s notes version - A few years ago in my universe, our Dr. Stephen Strange accidentally cast a spell that started pulling threads of the multiverse into my world, nearly ripping it apart. We managed to reverse the spell and prevent the apocalypse.”
“That sounds like Stephen Strange,” Tony mumbles.
“Everything’s been fine until tonight, when I was out on patrol-”
“Patrol?”
Peter ignores him. “-When I came across a shimmery, heat wall that ended up being some kind of portal, it pulled me into this universe.”
“How do you know it’s, what you say,” Tony waves his hand around. “A multiverse?”
“I don’t one-hundred percent know, but I’m fairly certain. This world looks a lot like mine with some obvious differences.”
“And you came here? To me?”
“Yeah. In my world, you wer-, you’re a member of the Avengers.”
“This Iron Man?” 
Peter nods. “And you don’t exactly keep a low profile, so you seemed like the obvious first stop.”
“And you’re a member of the Avengers, in your world?”
“Not exactly. More of a freelancer.” 
“And you’re out patrolling, in the middle of your heat?”
“I don’t know what this heat you keep referring to is.”
Tony rubs his palms across his thighs, gripping at his knees and straightening his back. He sizes Peter up. “My scent isn’t affecting you?”
Peter’s brain swirls, what the hell kind of question was that? Obviously, there’s something he’s missing about this verse. “I mean, it’s a nice smelling cologne?”
Tony throws his head back. “Hah!” Leveling his gaze back to Peter. “The most convincing part of your story is that you don’t actually seem to be in heat, but you sure as hell smell like you are. I’ve never scented anything so…” Tony gives his head a small shake. “Hold old are you, kid?”
“Twenty.”
“And just so we’re on the same page- You jumped universes, you do not feel an uncontrollable urge to mate, you’re some flavor of superhero, and you’re looking for a way home. That about sum it up?”
“Yeah, in a nutshell.” Peter tries to ignore the mating part of it, having no idea how that’s relevant.
“And let me guess, you have nowhere to go?” 
Peter shrugs, uncomfortable with the pitying comment. “I’m resourceful, I can figure something out.”
“No need.” Tony stands. “There’s no shortage of spare rooms in the tower and most of the team lives on the floors below the penthouse anyway.”
Peter stands too, he wants to stay, but this feels a little too easy. He’s learned the hard way not to take offers of kindness and generosity at face value. Tony’s still his best hope at figuring things out. But this whole encounter has been unnerving, to say the least, and he’s a bit unsure where he fits. Still, it’s better than swinging around a skewed version of New York, looking for a place to hole up for the night. “I appreciate it.” Peter steps towards Tony, the man is quick to haltingly throw his hands up.
“Best to keep your distance.” He steps back, expanding their proximity with a shaky exhale. “For that matter, probably best to keep your distance from most everyone here tonight, there’s a lot of Alphas.”
“Okaaay…” Peter doesn’t pretend to understand but he goes along with it. 
“We can start fresh in the morning. Wait here.”
Tony leaves the room, closing the door behind. Peter walks back to the window, replaying the whole bizarre encounter back in his head, trying to pick out the pieces of pertinent info that can help him find his way home. The distant sound of a familiar voice down the hall interrupts his thoughts. Pepper Potts.
“You can’t be serious? Letting him stay here?”
“Pep, he has nowhere to go.”
“You believe his cockamamie story?”
“It’s almost too absurd not to believe. Besides, he dropped Stephen Strange’s name-” Peter hears Pepper groan in response. “And we both know where Strange is involved anything is possible.”
“I don’t like it, Tony.”
“There’s something about him, I can’t put my finger on it-”
“Yeah, cuz you’d rather put your dick in it,” she says with sarcastic humor.
“Can you please take care of it? I can’t be near him right now, it’s too much, you scented him out there, right?”
“Tony I can scent him right now, and I’m not even an Alpha. It’s certainly…irregular.”
Peter hears what sounds like a sigh of relief. “Thanks Pep. Let me know when he’s settled.”
A few footsteps later and the door is clicking open again with Peter standing at the ready. Peter hadn’t noticed Pepper when he was outside being overwhelmed on the balcony. But it’s absolutely Pepper Potts standing before him. She looks radiant in a black cocktail dress and, like Tony, a good 15 years younger than in his world.
“Ms. Potts.” Peter greets with a nod.
“Mr. Parker, is it?” Sounding unimpressed, yet polite.
“Yes ma’am.” 
“Follow me, please.”
Pepper leads him down the hall to a guest room, smaller than what he can only assume is Tony’s room, yet no less luxurious. “The en-suite is just through there,” she nods to the door across near the bed. “Spare clothes can be found in the dresser,” she looks Peter up and down, frowning at whatever she sees. “There should be something you can make work.”
“Thank you, Ms. Potts.”
Placing her hands on her hips, she evaluates him with a hard look. It’s not a glare, per say, but it’s studious and untrusting. “I don’t know if your story is legitimate, but I assure you, you don’t want to test us.” 
“I understand ma’am.” He always did appreciate Pepper’s low tolerance for nonsense, no doubt a result from years of dealing with Tony. “I’ll do my best to reassure you, I’m just looking for a way home.”
“I hope that’s the case. I’ll have some food brought in to you. Good night, Mr. Parker.”
The door shuts behind Pepper, and Peter falls backward on the bed, finally letting the mask, still clutched in his hand, fall onto the comforter. How does he always get himself into this shit? He feels tired, and realizes he’s really hungry. For a second he worries the food in this universe might be as weird as the people, and hopes he can eat it. But he’ll deal with it when it arrives. For now, he finds some clothes in the drawers Pepper noted, and heads to the ensuite to shower and decompress from his bad luck.
There’s nothing unusual about the space, as far as he can see. Toilet flushes- check. Shower sprays water- check. Shampoo smells like shampoo- check. The familiarity, as minute as it is, is a relief. Peter feels looser and at ease when he steps shirtless out of the bathroom, wearing the soft red sweatpants he found- might as well stick to his brand.
He nearly jumps when he sees a familiar man, large and built, standing in a tight fitted black t-shirt and holding a tray of food. Peter only interacted with him a few times on missions in his world, but he recognizes the man as Luke Cage. “Uh…hi?” 
Luke sets the tray on an ottoman, the plates almost spilling off with the reckless way he drops it down. The deep inhale Luke takes is similar to the ones he experienced with Tony, only his exhale comes out like a growl. “Hey yourself.” Then, faster than someone his size should be able to move, Luke lunges at Peter, knocking him back, flat onto the bed.
“What the-” Luke pins his arms overhead, scraping his teeth against Peter’s neck.
Peter’s not sure why his spidey senses aren’t warning him of these lecherous attacks, he can only surmise it’s because none of these crazy people actually want to hurt him. Either way, it’s not doing him any favors. 
“Get off!” Peter gets his knees between their bodies, arching his back until the flats of his feet are against Luke’s stomach, he pushes out- hard. Luke falls backwards off the bed, clearly taken off guard by Peter’s show of strength. Peter uses the second of confusion to flip himself off the side of the bed, standing at the ready as the big man appears not to have lost any of his resolve. He looks wild, his breathing shallow and fast.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Cage.”
Luke’s only response is to launch himself at Peter again. Peter dodges, but Luke manages to get a hold on his wrist, yanking him bodily against him, kicking the ottoman in the process and spilling the tray of food onto the floor. Luke pivots, slams Peter backward hard enough to crack the drywall. 
“Ngh-” Peter groans, trapped against Luke’s large chest, one hand locking Peter’s wrist over his head, the other gripping bruisingly tight on his hip bone.
Luke grunts into Peter’s ear, “Gonna breed you, Omega.” He grinds his erection into Peter’s groin. Way too hard. 
Peter head-butts him in the nose, quickly followed by an elbow across the face. Luke flinches to the side, but his hold on Peter’s opposite wrist doesn’t break. He looks crazy. 
“Get off, psycho!” Peter doesn’t hold back this time, unleashing more of his strength as he punches Luke in the jaw. The hit creates a window of shock, Peter jumps forward, thrusting his knee up and catching Luke under his chin. 
The force of the impact lifts Luke a few inches off the floor and sends him staggering back, his hold on Peter broken. Too quickly, Luke steadies himself and leers at Peter, completely undeterred.
Peter’s ready for it this time, flipping up onto the high ceiling as Luke makes another attempt to get a hold of him. Peter’s web shooters are still in the bathroom, so he relies on his agility to maintain distance from the overbearing man, but the space doesn’t give him a lot of room to work with. He’s just landed a quick kick to Luke’s face, and is in the middle of flipping back onto the wall when Luke catches him by the ankle. 
Peter is slammed to the floor, landing hard on his back. Luke grabs under Peter’s knees to pull his legs apart, yanking their groins together as Luke drops his weight onto Peter. “Gonna take my cock like a good Omega,” he growls, once again grinding his dick against the inset of Peter’s hipbone.
Peter’s throwing another elbow just as the door bursts open. 
“What the hell-!” Steve Rogers assesses the situation in a single sweeping gaze. “Stand down, Cage!”
Luke doesn’t seem to hear him, his thumbs dig under the waistband of Peter’s sweatpants, grabbing at the material and trying to pull them down. 
Cap wraps his arms around Luke’s waist from behind, locking his own wrist in a hold and lifting him off Peter. Bucky appears, jumping into the fray and catches Luke’s wildly swinging arms as they drag him from the room. 
The approaching footsteps from the hall send Peter running back to the safety of higher ground, ready for the next sex-crazed lunatic to come drooling through the door. He’s positioned himself into a ceiling corner opposite of the entrance when Tony and Pepper rush in.
“Oh my god-” Pepper reacts to the cracked wall and toppled food tray.
Peter’s breathing hard, his adrenaline on high alert, body ready for a fight.
“Peter?” Tony’s looking up at him, face full of worry and concern. 
“You people have some serious issues.” Peter somehow manages to keep his voice level considering the screaming going on in his head.
“What the hell happened?!” Pepper snaps up at him.
“He just attacked me, I swear. I didn’t do anything! I walked out the shower and Luke was already in the room.”
“You don’t have do anything other than stand there.” Tony accuses, like this was Peter’s fucking fault. Like he was just asking for it. Gross.
Peter drops down in front of Tony, pissed off and still ready for a fight. “I don’t know how things work in this world, but in mine, we don’t hold victims accountable for their rapist not being able to control themselves.” Peter keeps his challenging gaze locked to Tony’s eyes, voice cold. “Or maybe I just had that comin’ to me?”
Tony’s tight scowl fades to guilt, dropping his head and rubbing a hand over his forehead. “For fucks sake, I can’t think with you this close.” His eyes lift from Peter’s stomach, raking up over his bare chest. He makes a rough, throaty rumble at the sight. “Christ, get him a shirt, Pep.” And with that, he practically runs out the door. 
Pepper turns to Peter, crossing her arms over her chest in an unimpressed stance. “I hope you're worth all the trouble I predict you’re going to cause.”
Peter finds that rich considering all he did was take a shower.
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siwer · 7 months
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⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆ a strange and chaotic duo
Pairing: Tony Stark/Peter Parker
Link Here.
TW: age difference ig ? But Peter is a legal adult.
Rating: Teen (for now?)
Summary : Peter, who newly discovered his superpowers, finds a Tony Stark ready to help him.
or: a starker fanfic were Peter is of legal age
Tags: Adult Peter Parker College Student Peter Parker Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Age Difference Idiots in Love Tony Stark Has A Heart Protective Tony Stark Peter Parker Needs a Hug Peter Parker is a Mess
 I'm done, I don't gatekeep anymore. Bad or good, I post.
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Master Post of My Stuff That I’m Proud of :) (I update this ALL the time!)
My Hangaroo/Hangster Relationship Playlist (Youtube)
My Icemav Relationship Playlist
My Ineffable Husbands Playlist (Aziraphale x Crowley from Good Omens) 
(^ I am constantly adding on to these on YouTube, just FYI ^)
Fairytale AU’s
“Two Princesses Fell in Love...” (Rapunzel x Sleeping Beauty AU)
Cinderella Fake Dating AU potential
Top Gun
If Maverick isn’t flying that day, he comes home early... (IceMav ficlet)
Slider Gets an Inheritance from Iceman
“All-American Boy” (Goose x Carole and Hangaroo/Hangster ficlet based on ”All-American Girl” by Carrie Underwood)
What If Wolfman wanted to “adopt” Hangman (original post)
Hangaroo/Hangster Time Travel back to 1986 (very open ending in that I didn’t really end it, so if you want to take it and finish it just let me know so I can read it :) )
Parallel between the Top Gun awards ceremony and another event a few years later (IceMav)
Mav adopts little Bradley after Carole dies and Iceman becomes “Uncle Iceman”...
(^ this one was like the first story-post I did about IceMav and I cannot believe I didn’t have it on here already)
IceMav Holiday Headcanons (Thanksgiving & Christmas)
The REAL IceMav Ending of Top Gun: Maverick
“Top Gun” + “Top Gun Maverick” = “The Notebook” (IceMav)
TGM HEADCANON: The Daggers Take Care of Mav After Ice’s Funeral
Rooster and Hangman Talk after Iceman’s Funeral (Hangaroo/IceMav)
Poker Night Between the Daggers and the 86′ers
“Even Though I’m Leaving” by Luke Combs in the POV of Bradley with Goose, Maverick, and Iceman 
“Hungry Eyes” Hangaroo/Hangster Edit
Hangaroo & Bobnix 27 Dresses AU (27 Tuxes)
IceMav Sweet Home Alabama AU
Hangaroo/Hangster How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days AU
IceMav & Hangaroo/Hangster Letters to Juliet AU
IceMav Ocean’s Eleven AU
IceMav The Wedding Planner AU
IceMav Sleepless in Seattle AU
TOP GUN/MAVERICK ft. TAYLOR SWIFT
IceMav + “Long Live”
Hangaroo/Hangster + “Style”
Hangaroo/Hangster + “Blank Space”
Hangaroo/Hangster + “I’d Lie”
MCU
MCU Characters x Wizard of Oz Parallels
Tony/Pepper/Peter (Parker) Part 1
Tony/Pepper/Peter(Parker) Part 2
Peter Wants to be a Superhero like his Dad Iron Man (but Mom Pepper Finds Out)
Mamma Mia Spideriron Family AU
MCU Characters as Star Wars Characters
Peter Grows Up Knowing Tony (because he’s friends with Ben)
After Tony gets to heaven (IronDad-Spider-son post)
Tony Walks In On His Young Son Peter Drawing Pictures of a Guy Named Star-Lord (IronQuill)
Stranger Things
Billy Being Raised By His Grandma AU (ft. Harringrove)
Billy Being Raised by His Grandma AU Part 2 (ft. Harringrove)
Billy and Steve go to See “Top Gun” and need a second (or third) opinion
Our Flag Means Death
OFMD x “Grease” Parallels
Ed and Stede are the Parents of Another Famous Pirate
Blackbonnet (Stede x Ed) Corpse Bride AU
(S2 FINALE SPOILERS) There is an Inn near the RoP...(Blackbonnet)
Multifandom Posts
This Blog Loves Found Father-Son Relationships
Gibbs & Tony - Bobby & Buck Parallel
Mary Poppins was the Doctor’s Nanny (Doctor Who x Disney)
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prince-of-sins · 3 years
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My favorite Starker trope
*Peter is staring dreamily at Tony*
Tony's mind: Poor kid. He just has an innocent little crush, but my feelings are anything but innocent. I'm just a dirty old man.
Peter's mind: I want him to rail me so hard the only thing I remember how to do is scream "Daddy".
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starkeristics · 20 days
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peter pan x captain hook (starker AU)
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(where peter parker consistently slips out of captain stark's grip - or should we say, hook?)
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whatxisxlove · 2 years
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| starker moodboard : squid game au ~ VIP!tony x player!peter
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starkerotic · 3 years
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“You’re perfect,” Tony murmurs and Peter glows with the praise, presses his nose to the center of Tony’s chest, against scar tissue and warmth.
“’M not,” he denies, his cheeks pink with either pleasure or embarrassment or both.
Tony hums, a quiet vocalization. “To me,” he clarifies, fingers winding through soft waves the color of caramel, “and isn’t that good enough?”
Peter shifts, props his chin where burned flesh meets smooth. His eyes are still as beautiful as before the Blip, despite the shadows that lurk there. “As long as you want me, then it is.”
Tony smiles. “Forever, then.”
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90minsofscreentime · 2 years
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What are your three favorite Starker fan fictions?
For me, without a doubt:
first position: Lanterns burning, flickered in the mind (only you), by @darker-soft-starker
This story probably brings together everything I love best, including Young Tony, High school AU, enemies to friends to lover, slight angst, extremely romantic tension, a touch of drama… *shiver*.
Second position: Under a Violet Rain, by @vaguekiwi
Again, I am seduced by the "enemies to lovers" plot. When love seems absolutely impossible, when everything is set up to make them hate each other, and yet a love still comes. From the first line to the last, it was a pleasure to read this story.
third position: The Pieces I've Lost, by @vaguekiwi and @snowstark
I usually don't like overly pronounced notions of submission and dominance, even more so when the story is riveted on sexual content and sexual degradation. But this story… this story resonates deeply with me. I was interested to see that the dynamics of submission and dominance come from genetics, making people really different from each other from a biological point of view. And all the reasons why I usually don't like these stories, well… those are the reasons why Peter is so different from everyone else in this story. In a way, it reminds me a bit of feminism, and that's why the plot is all the more interesting. And, of course… I want Peter to get a fucking hug.
🥺👉🏻👈🏻 talk with me?
OoOoOo this is a tricky one~~~ 👀👀👀 I am such a hardcore lover of so many fics and writers in our lovely community, and I wish I could list everyone in this response, but I’ll do my best to identify the three starker fics that are my all time favourites at the moment (because darn it- my favourites often change by the day 😅)
(Also, my method here of dubbing each fic my “third” favourite or “second” favourite doesn’t reflect just how much I love all these fics equally. Again, if I could name them all my “first” favourite I would! 😅✨ I’m just going to rank them in terms of how much each fic has impacted me personally and on the depth of their storytelling 💕)
My third favourite:
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This is probably the starker fic that I reread the most, as it’s fantastically structured story and moments of simmering tension never cool for me. I am just as heated reading the tail end of chapter two as I ever was reading it for the first time ✨✨ Tony and Peter’s chemistry and sexual tension in this story is so heady and palpable- it makes me feel like I’m experiencing their powerful feelings and desires🥰 (plus all of the food they eat in the beginning sounds soooo delicious 🤤😩)
My second favourite:
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Just like you, my friend, I could not ignore @darker-soft-starker’s outstanding work that I have still not stopped gushing about 😅
The multiple comments left on AO3 and original fanart that I’ve created for this incredible story really speaks for itself and I could probably fill the rest of this post with every single thing I adore about the plot, characters and romantic development, but I think in this case I will let the work speak for itself. I implore you: please read this fic if you haven’t already, it’s so much more than I ever imagined a starker fanfic to be and I guarantee you won’t be disappointed with what you find~💖
My first favourite:
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Here we have it. My all-time favourite. Arguably the best starker fanfiction ever created. Words fail me when it comes to describing how much this story has influenced me as a storyteller, as a reader and as a member of our little community. If I was ever in doubt that starker wasn’t the pairing for me, this work would draw me back in and remind me just how lucky I am to be able to read art like this - on a beautifully curated fanfiction website - for free. I’ll never get over it, I just love it too much.
The Marvel canon has yet to top these masterpieces ✨
Anywho~ I hope you enjoyed my little ramble 😌 Thank you so much for the ask @lanyakea-universe! I love chatting with you (and any other starkers) about things like this! Maybe one day I’ll be able to finish more than the three fanfics I’ve already posted and impact others on AO3 and tumblr, like these wonderful authors already have for me and so many others 🥰💖💕🌺
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underburningstars · 2 years
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This is a prompt fill up for the 'Object Insertion' square of SFSummerBingo22 @starkerfestivals
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Tony had always been soft on Peter. He has always thought Peter was the innocent vanilla type. But then Peter comes to Tony with a particular request and he realizes that his boy is not as innocent as he initially thought.
CARD BELOW
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starkerdayss · 2 years
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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”.
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honeyimthedevil · 3 years
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Tony: Hey, where did that ring came from?
Peter: Do you like it? I found it in the sock drawer
Tony:
Peter: It's like it was made for me
Tony: I know... It's almost like an engagement ring
Peter: *smug* I know
Tony: So... you just got engaged to me... without me?
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