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stxrddst · 5 months
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read a fic that really pulled at my heartstrings and i wanted to draw fanart of it :)
JAWorley — „We’re Not There Yet (Or Maybe We Are)”
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the-bread-is-dead · 6 months
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idk-bruh-20 · 16 days
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(I'm not back sorry y'all, just saw we were due for a reminder)
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theglamorousferal · 13 days
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Tony keeps in touch with Harley post IM3.
Tony hacks into Harley's school to see what his grades are and it not clocking that he could literally just ask about it.
Tony keeping up with the Keener’s via twice monthly phone calls that turn into weekly ones that turn into Tony and Mrs. Keener texting back and forth.
Tony invites the kid to visit during a school break where they both just tinker with things. Harley is nervous at first until they meet up again and they start snarking back and forth.
At least one minor fire or explosion happens. If asked, neither know what started it. (Tony was wiring a gauntlet and Harley jokingly called him Dad when Tony told him he had to do his homework.)
The Keener’s visit for a week in the summertime, Tony has bought the lake house earlier to have a place away from people. Mrs. Keener and Pepper get along pretty well and both the kids like Pepper, so Tony counts it as a win.
Tony offers to pay for Harley and his sister's education and Mrs. Keener took him up on it because there was no way she’d be able to afford to send both her kids to college unless one of them got a free ride and Tony shows he cares by spending money and making sure those he cares about are safe and comfortable.
Harley spends the summer before his freshman year of high school with Tony. Tony finds a used classic car and they spend the summer rebuilding it and upgrading the engine to run clean.
Tony finds Spider-Man and finds out he’s a year older than Harley. Tony panics because here’s another kid genius but this one's in way over his head and will stay in over his head regardless of if he has support or proper equipment. Tony decides that no one else is gonna help this kid and give him as much protection as he could if he built him a suit, so he does just that.
Tony finds out about Midtown through Peter and approaches Mrs. Keener with an opportunity for Harley. (It's a genius school and it's practically a feeder to MIT, it'll be great.) Harley moves into the tower that Tony has kept here because he has reason to stay in the city.
Tony is a lot better at dealing with a kid because he's been hanging out with Harley so long, so he invites Peter over to meet Harley and have lab time. 
Harley just quips “so you’re my replacement?” to Peter and Peter immediately panicking and stuttering over himself while Harley howls with laughter.
Harley helps Peter learn to be more comfortable around Tony by roasting Tony for twenty straight minutes and after a month of lab days enlists Peter's help in making a program for FRIDAY to blast Barbie Girl when Tony has spent 24 hours or more in the lab.
Peter asks Harley to hang out with Ned outside of lab days. The three of them end up building a LEGO Deathstar and have drawn up the plans to be able to make it hover the next lab day.
Peter and Harley become thick as thieves and get to the point of that weird twin telepathy especially when it comes to being sassy.
One school break the three of them didn't go outside for the first four days, just spending most of the time in the lab so Pepper comes in and orders them to go outside for once my god Tony. Take them to your favorite burger place, I don't care, just be outside.
This leads to the three of them getting Pap'd. ("Yeah, I was out to lunch with my two interns, what's the matter with that?" is the quote above a picture of him laughing as the two boys pretend their straw wrappers are mustaches.)
This leads Tony to realize that he hadn't actually gotten the boys registered as his interns and remedies this immediately. (with backpay into a trust for each of them(Harley already gets an allowance, Tony has no idea how much is the proper amount to give to a 14 year old, and so usually gives him a few of whatever bills are in his wallet.))
Tony decides that now that they're officially employees of SI, that means they get to check out the place and so brings them down to R&D where everybody is immediately charmed by Peter and amused by Harley. The boys end up talking to the interns on the floor while Tony discusses the latest StarkPad.
One lab day both Harley and Peter look exhausted but Peter still showed up for lab time so they make their way there. Tony takes one look at them and asks FRIDAY to scan them, they both have fevers and he herds them into his living room.
Tony orders all the cold remedies he can think of to be brought up to the penthouse. Tony instructs the boys to pick a movie while he gathers blankets and dumps them on the boys.
Tony frantically texting Harley's mom and May asking them what he should do I've never taken care of a sick kid before, there are two of them, what do I do??
May asks Tony if Peter can stay the night because she's working a double that she can't get out of. He says yes if she can tell him what to do for sick kids because Harley's mom hasn't been able to respond.
Tony ends up joining the boys on the couch after forcing each of them to take cold medicine and thrusting a bowl of chicken noodle soup into each of their hands. Tony's in between the boys.
Over the course of WALL-E each boy begins to sag eventually trapping Tony on the couch. He's got one drooling in his shoulder and another drooling on his thigh. He asks FRIDAY to take several pictures before going back to his work on his StarkPad.
This starts Peter staying over whenever May is working night shifts. Then staying over every other weekend. Then Tony invites May and Peter to go on vacation to the lake house for a few days in the summer.
The Keener family is also present and May, Pepper and Mrs. Keener get on like a house on fire. Peter loves playing with Abbie with Harley. Three group chats are made that day. The adults in a co-parenting chat, the ladies in an exasperated with our geniuses chat and the kids in a sass and meme chat.
Just, Tony becomes a dad to two brilliant boys (and maybe one of the boy's baby sisters too depending how you want to write her).
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norahdevore · 29 days
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once again, a reminder, this blog is NOT a safe place for starkers!! if i see you posting or reposting starker stuff, it's an immediate block. no hesitation.
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tonystark-official · 1 month
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hi um the art that you've been reblogging (anonoite) is by a starker artist
Thank you! This is a long time after the fact, but it's already been dealt with. Someone messaged me to inform me. Thank you again.
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kelconfetti · 6 months
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unfriendly reminder, starkers get off my page we dont want you here
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captshipper · 3 months
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discourse: writing incest is WRONG
me, making Tony & Peter relatives on purpose
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frogdottir · 1 year
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Ok I saw this reblog about how Irondad doesn’t work because “Peter ‘eat the rich’ Parker” would never, and yes! I agree, /that/ comic canon Peter Parker wouldn’t vibe with it.
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However, we’ve gotta acknowledge that the Marvel Universe has become an endless stream of fanfiction— and no, I’m not talking about AO3.
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You have MCU Peter - which is who all the irondadders are referencing. He’s a teenager. Yes, I agree the dynamic is more hardheaded than not, but he’s looked up to Tony his whole life. Tony saved him from being blasted at an expo. Theres some hero worship going on there fs, but he’s his own person too whos gotta figure himself out.
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You have Spiderverse Peter. Specifically Peter B. Parker. He has a baby now :) He has probably never met/heard of ironman and wouldn’t get along with him. They’re both too far on the stubborn asshole radar imo.
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You have Tobey!Peter and Andrew!Peter - both of which have no idea what an Avenger is, nor do I think being apart of a team would float their boat. Maybe Andrew!Peter, but I’m positive the dynamic would be different.
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LETS NOT FORGET BILLIONAIRE PETER PARKER FROM THE SPIDEYPOOL SERIES. The guy IS the rich. Honestly, as much as I love that series and the Spider-Man Deadpool dynamic, not my fave take on Peter.
Edit: it has come to my attention that this Spider-Man is same universe as Superior Spider-Man (who wasn’t mentioned purposefully) Which makes a lot more since IMO.
multiverse multiverse multiverse
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Then theres comics where Peter asks Tony for rich people favors— like borrowing his private space pod thing to get away from the world for a hot minute with Mary Jane??
Edit: yes, he’s terminally ill and he deserves a break— but going to space in multimillion dollar tech is different than a beach weekend and you and I could not afford that !!😭
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Theres just /so/ much content
- Superior Spider-Man
- The Darkhold one shot
- the original TASM comics
- the infinity comic series
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And theres like a shit ton more that I’m just not gonna mention.
My point — there are so many variations of this character that saying “never” about certain dynamics fails to acknowledge the version of Peter Parker people were introduced to. Personally, I read stories and comics from a ton of different angles, but if you don’t, thats alright.
Your Peter Parker is yours <3
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mattiecrypt · 2 years
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Starker Festivals: Safe Sex BINGO
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“I can’t believe you’re making me wear a condom, Pete.” Tony scoffs as he tears open the little gold packet with his teeth, “We’ve had plenty of sex before without them.”
“Yes! I know, but you’re lucky I haven’t caught anything from you before.” Peter watches as Tony stretches the condom over his straining erection, stroking a few times before he sighs.
“It just doesn’t feel right.” Tony mutters, “You get a single safe sex talk from the school and I’m the one who suffers?”
“You can suffer with your hand instead, if you so prefer, Daddy?” Peter coyly retorts.
“Naughty boy,” The man sighs, finally lining up to his boyfriend’s slick cunt, “Where did you learn to be so mean to me? You used to fall on your knees just to suck my cock after a long day and now you tell me I should jack off instead of fuck you because I prefer your bare cunt? That’s not very nice, is it baby?”
Peter moans as the man pushes inside, the usual perfect slide of skin on skin sullied by the requested condom. “W-Wait, Daddy, I’m sorry for being mean— take it off, please.”
“No, I don’t think I will. Safe sex is so important, as you said. Plus, wouldn’t want my baby catching anything from his gross old boyfriend, would I?” Tony mocks as he pounds deeply into the boy’s pussy, not giving him any reprieve as each and every moan is punched out of him. Barely able to breath from the assault on his pussy.
“No, Daddy, I’m sorry Daddy please—“ He cries into Tony’s shoulder, the man’s hairy body blanketing his own smooth one, “Please be nice, I’m sorry.”
Tony cums to the sound of Peter apologizing, giving a few quick swirls of his fingertips to the boy’s clit before he’s following, sobbing and squirting but empty. Nothing to leak out and embarrass him further or tantalize his boyfriend into one more round.
“What do we say?” Tony asks.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Peter sniffles.
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exauhstedsunflower · 2 months
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hey guys! So um, I’m the writer for Practically Annie (except not Annie at all) ! After literal months I’ve updated it, and its a pretty long one. But! I thrive on positive reinforcement. And I’ve made myself a promise to respond to every comment on that fic from now on so that I don’t lose my creative spark for it again. So if you haven’t, please comment if you have time. You don’t have to, obviously, but it’s be nice to see support.
Fic summary below:
Practically Annie (Except not Annie at all)
Chapters: 8/?
“This is a lot to process right now. Would you like them to step outside? Maybe take a break?”
Thank God someone said it. Jesus.
“Yes. Good idea. Yeah, yep, yes, please.”
The Stark’s are rushed out of the room and Peter jumps far away from the door in order to not have to touch them right now. He needs to be far away. The only person that doesn’t leave is the social worker lady, and that's fine. She’s not a liar. She’s the only one giving him any choices today.
“Can we open that window, please?” He requests, finally giving in and sitting down.
The woman rushes to the window, pushing it up.
“Do you want to talk? Or just sit here?”
He has no idea what to say, but also, if he sits here in silence he’ll probably explode. When he doesn’t respond right away, still breathing unevenly, she makes a comment on a bird she sees outside. It’s a red cardinal, apparently when you see one it means someone who passed away is watching over you. 
He likes this woman.
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Or, Peter has been homeless since the blip, and then the Stark’s eventually find out and adopt him.
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stxrddst · 3 months
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man….😭 just found out that ANOTHER artist with a banger art style is a starker shipper……i am not kidding, i am this close to fucking killing. “it’s fiction don’t like block” literally shut the fuck up. i’m not going to explain to you why an adult dating a teenager is wrong. even if you age up, their power dynamic is really off, and it’d still be bad to portray it as healthy. get help.
does anyone have like a block list or something bc there is nothing more i hate, than going through Peter or Tony tags and finding starker of all things.
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fotibrit · 2 months
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Is it a Starker dni thing or they can reblog stuff but not use the tag?
Id rather starker dni. If I could, I would make sure nobody thinks of that when seeing my posts. As it stands, the only way I can know someone ships that is if they tag it, and thats why its phrased that way in the intro post. But overall, if you ship starker and think of it when seeing my posts, i would rather be blocked than interacted with.
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demxnscous · 1 year
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Haikyuu!! Kinktober 2022—Tales of Deviance
◈ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: suna x fem-bodied reader (no pronouns)
◈ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: ghost!suna, slight angst, bittersweet -> sensual, voyeurism, he helps you cum, foot fetish undertones (let me add this in…it’s suna after all), masturbation (reader), consent isn't explicitly stated/mentioned (not dubcon or noncon), a bit more loving sensuality than actual smut
◈ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: brief descriptions of death, minors dni
◈ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k
◈ 𝐚/𝐧: the most unrealistic detail of this fic is the fact that rin and reader both have/had houses instead of apartments
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The house doesn’t sit right. Its floors speak when you step on the boards; its pipes whine in anguish when you bathe. And something loiters in the corners and niches like an ill-timed voyeur.
This night, you believe it’s watching you again, because the steam that lifts from your tea is starker in the air, a white string pulled upward by the sudden cold. But the windows have long been shut, the thermostat adjusted, the fireplace barren. You drink, and you think you hear the weight of a foot step into the small kitchen. Such minuscule sounds, such excusable things. 
Or, perhaps, purposeful. Created by a man you cannot see. 
Rintarou Suna died in a collision two years ago on the street in front of this house; it had been so sudden, a car turning the corner ahead much too fast, the driver reckless and drunk late in the night, before impacting head-on with Rintarou’s vehicle. He was twenty-two, a recent college graduate, and he had only been two minutes from home. Now, he stands in your kitchen, something between a man and a corpse as he leans against the counter, simply watching you.
In truth, he understands little of his situation; his ephemeral soul had been attracted to reside here instead of his own home three streets away, a place close enough to his site of death to create a binding, despite your already living here. There are times he can touch things and there are times he cannot. He opens his mouth to speak to you and knows you hear nothing. He feels as though he doesn’t age, yet when he looks in the mirror he thinks he finds small changes. Because time doesn’t quite exist inside of this odd realm.
You shift in your seat, sigh as you tap at your mug. He supposes, however, he enjoys your company, even if you don’t take company in him. Rintarou has also found that acquainting himself with you has strangely been the most intimate way he’s come to know anyone. He sees you in your barest element, when you believe no one is watching; he’s bore witness to the laughter you keep for yourself, to the expressions you make to convey your emotions to no one in particular, and the meals you stir and bubble. Even the days where you laze about the house, napping on the sofa, occupying yourself with your phone, speaking aloud when you want to voice your frustrations. It’s all comfortingly human, and Rintarou finds that he misses it.
“I was out in the garden today while you were at work,” he says, “saw the squash you planted is nearly done.”
You don’t speak, only taking a drink from your tea.
“You’re good at that—gardening, I mean. I was shit at it when I was alive, couldn’t even keep the most hardy things green.”
You hold your phone in your hand, tapping something.
He folds his arms along his chest. “Too bad I didn’t come up the street to ask you for some help. Maybe we could’ve gotten to really know each other before…everything.”
Rintarou talks, and you don’t hear him, but he does so anyway, never expecting an answer as he’s never gotten one for the last two years. Sometimes, he thinks you catch his words when you tilt your head or look up in confusion. He’ll go still, eyes wide, waiting for you to see him when he murmurs pathetically, “I’m right here, I’m right in front of you,” before you return to whatever you had been occupied with.
Rising from your chair, Rintarou follows you, his hands pressed into the pockets of his pants. “The neighbors were arguing outside again before you got home. I think the husband lost his job ‘cause he was caught fudging numbers for the third time—wife wasn’t happy, apparently.”
The light in your bedroom is turned on, the soft falls of your socked feet on the carpet are the only sounds beyond moving clothes. Rintarou keeps at your heels and wishes he didn’t see the goosebumps that rise on your skin: a palpable reminder of how his presence affects you, making you cold.
“I honestly think she might kick him out of the house. It got pretty ugly. She even brought up in-law shit and I’m sure half the neighborhood could hear her.”
You unbutton your jeans, pushing them down and placing them into a hamper. Rintarou braces his back against an adjacent wall, chin tilted down. He thinks he should leave, even if he stares at his feet instead of your lifting arms that remove your top and bra, he knows he shouldn’t be here where privacy is the most valued. In his peripheral, you move to your dresser in only your underwear, bending down slightly to grab something small and curved.
“I’d ask how your day was, but—” He hears the creak from your bed, looking up to see your knee braced on the mattress before you settle yourself beneath the covers, lying on your stomach.
You never sleep this early, thinks Rintarou, until you shift, shoulder moving downward. A steady vibration muffled by the comforter can now be heard minutely; the pinch of your brow is gentle when you press your cheek into the pillow, eyes closed. But Rintarou watches, and he knows he shouldn’t, playing the guilty voyeur that presses himself into a shadowed corner of your bedroom. You sigh, move again, tuck your face into the arm that lays atop the cotton sham, the comforter’s folds deeping and smoothing each time you rock yourself against the toy.
His head knocks the wall when he lets it fall backward, jaw set. The concept of arousal after death is a perplexing thing, Rintarou finds. Because though his cock doesn’t swell with blood as it might have, no pooling of precum at his slit to wet the fabric of his briefs, he still feels the intrinsic want of attraction. He wants to hold you, to kiss at your throat and shoulder, to touch you, tell you every lewd thought he has. There is no sexual gratification he can gain, no release that he can palpably feel, but he longs for it nonetheless, like a glutton for pain.
Rintarou keeps at the edge of your bedroom, floundering in his thoughts, looking away just to turn his head again and find you. There’s still minimal sounds in this room: the crinkle of the comforter, the quick vibration from underneath, though you scarcely make noise of your own beyond anything louder than a sudden inhale. By some odd whim, he steps forward then, steadying his cold breath near the warmth of you when he approaches your bed. Rintarou peers down, wearing something akin to a bittersweet expression as he remembers the small moments you’d had as neighbors when he was alive: brief smiles between strangers that turned into vocal greetings, small waves from across the street on morning walks.
He finds the bend of your foot that the comforter has fallen from, thumb tracing the outer bone, up your ankle. You shiver, toes curling when you begin to writhe as you work the toy over your clit. Rintarou also remembers talking about you to his friends, his shoulder being jostled when he’d blush; you were ‘the pretty neighbor’ and ‘the only neighbor he actually liked.’ You still are pretty, beautiful, he’d tell you if he could. You still are the only neighbor he likes, loves, he’d tell you that too. But Rintarou settles for dragging his palm up your calf, over the blanket, moving to the back of your thigh. You make a small noise, bury it within the pillow’s sham, and he presses his thumb into the crease where your ass meets your thigh, pushing gently upward. And you must not realize how you move yourself into his hand by instinct, nearly curving into the cradle of his calloused palm.
He bends down, hesitates even as he’s already sat himself behind you, listening and regarding and observing how you pleasure yourself. Rintarou moves his hand to hold your hip before he lays a soft kiss to where he had held you prior, and he gives you another to the small of your back, to the other side of your hip. You’re quick to reach your orgasm soon after that, trembling as your mouth falls open to pant against your pillow, your toes pushing against where Rintarou’s thigh would be if he had a physical presence.
He smiles, only a slight thing, as you prop your chin on the pillow, turning your head slightly to look somewhere behind you with flushed cheeks and mussed hair when you murmur, languid, “I know you’re there.”
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keep you close (but push you away)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52479370 by 00x_png Tony feels like he’s taking all the wrong steps in this whole ‘mentor’ thing. He initiates contact, figures out that close contact causes hurt, takes a step back, but can’t help but want to be involved, because he realises he cares about that Parker kid. So when Peter opens up to him, Tony has no idea what to do. Words: 2424, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Pepper Potts (briefly mentioned), James “Rhodey” Rhodes (briefly mentioned) Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Aunt May Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Peter Parker has PTSD, Peter Parker Has Panic Attacks, it’s not explicitly described though, describing having a panic attack but not having one moreso, Guilty Tony Stark, not much of a father figure here but he’s trying, Caring Tony Stark, Nervous Peter Parker, Peter Parker Goes To Therapy, this isn’t as angsty as the tags make it out to be, also might mislead you a bit haha, POV Tony Stark, POV Third Person, Depressed Peter Parker, starkers dni read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52479370
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bunn-iiii · 4 months
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holy shit I had a minors dni, proship, incest shiper, starker blog following and interacting with me, I've never blocked someone faster
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