#starker cu

[kenztheweirdmf]

If youre looking for a challenge, try writing something that will make me actually like Steve (you know who I am)

Good luck ♡

Hey yall i know i said i was free and oooh send me asks but god had other plans cus why the fuck was my laptop start freezing when i was about to write the asks i got and got writers block 🧍‍♂️ anyways ima stop yappin now enjoy i hope you enjoy anon even tho i know you lmao

oooh Im just imagining Steve like outside of Tonys lab remembering the times where the team hasnt separated yet and him remembering the moments where they bicker and argue like a married couple like what Nat says all the time and that brings a pained smile to Steves faces but that doesnt last long cus of yknow him lying to Tony about his Parents death, him and Bucky fighting Tony without choice cus Tony wanted Bucky dead and the worst of all him Smashing his shield into Tony arc reactor which at the same was his literal heart and i know Steve is feeling so many emotions like guilt, regret, and anger. But he always tells himself that he had to smash his shield into Tonys arc reactor cause he will not stop until Bucky was dead so he had to do it right? Steve getting a headache from that so he decided to leave but was stoppped cus he heard a sniffing noise inside Tony labs so he investigated and found Peter AKA Spider-man on the floor hugging one of Tony iron man helmets and when Steve says Peters name he lets out a surprise yelp before looking up to see Steve and when Steve asked if hes alright and when Peter tried to form a lie Steve just gives him a frown and that made Peter stop and just looks down not even trying to lie infront of Steve

and when Steve asked if he can sit next to him Peter says he can Steve asked Peter if he wants to talk about it and Peter replies saying he doesnt want to be a bother and Steve of course assures him he is not being a bother so Peter tells Steve how much he missed Tony and how he cant sleep without having nightmares where Tony died when he used the gauntlet and is now even thinking he will die from the coma and Peter starts crying again and before Peter can react Steve just brings him into a big warm hug and Steve whisper assurance to Peter saying Tony will not die and Peter asks how does he know and Steve says he doesnt but he does know Tony is too stubborn to die and that made Peter let out a wet chuckle minutes passed when they finally stopped hugging and theyre were just in a comfortable silence when Peter breaks it by asking Steve why he was visiting Tonys lab and when Steve lied saying he heard Peters sniffs and wanted to investigated it. Peter replying he can tell Steve is lying and Steve lets out a defeated sigh and tells Peter everything from Bucky, The Accords, Tonys Parents and Siberia and the guilt the comes with it. and the only thing Steve wants is just to apologize to Tony for everything. Peter says hes not the only one who feels guilty and Steve looks at him with confusion as Peter continues that even though Tony cant admit he knows he was wrong on some things but his stubbornness makes it difficult, he also felt guilty on trying to kill Bucky back in siberia and it took some time to realize that both of them were victims of hydra and Tony was so blinded by rage to realize it, he also mentioned the times he caught Tony watching old Captain America films and Peter even knew Tony missed Steve Peter thought for a seconds and said that theyre both idiots for not talking like adults and Steve chuckled at that and agrees with him on that but Peter says even though they cant change the past they can learn from it so they dont make the same mistakes and Steve smiled and so did Peter cus they know things will get better

[sillyparker]

there is nothing that upsets me and ruins my mood more than when i stumble upon anything starker related. has me actually sitting there just so angry like it reallh riles me up More than i should let it cus its so ?!?! BUT IT GETS ME each single time

[fishy-styx]

A redraw for the cover art of my favourite beetlebug song. I love the warm colours in it and wanted to see if I could try something similar.

Original cover and the song under the cut.

The original's a bit more pastel than mine, but I tried to keep the vibes the same. I also took a few liberties with the lighting. Where the original has very soft, ambient lighting, my redraw has starker shadows and light (just cus I wanted to play around w/ that).

[digitaldoeslmk]

this is just the writers wanting some bombastic scenes. by itself, the cleaved mountain, the floating rocks with the ward chains, the group putting it sorta back together, are incredibly cool setpieces! i'm not gonna say they aren't cus they are, period. but you don't get to have that cake and not fucking mention the fact it's made out of unicorn tears ajhdabja

they could have had some incredibly good and equally cool fight scenes in, i dunno, CAMEL RIDGE?????? yknow, the set they just introduced and is literally in the middle of nowhere and also the last place Azure and the others would think to look? and lots of cool architecture to uproot and destroy. plus, MK tearing that shit apart would have also made a much starker message. "Fuck you Azure, and fuck your bullshit legacy."

but no, we don't get that, and we don't even get a nod or acknowledgment. just, "leave it better than how we found it." except yknow, FFM isn't exactly better after all that.

just fucking saying.

@timeturner-jay LIKE I'M JUST HJASEJHABWDJHBAJWHBD

i wouldn't mind as much if we had gotten SOME acknowledgement of what happened. just, once. instead we jump right into beach episode fanservice moment. which i'm not exactly against but, PLEASE WUKONG ONE MOMENT OF GENUINE EMOTION FROM YOU I'M BEGGING

his home, his kingdom, got cleaved in half, and.... nothing? for real?? i get that saving the universe and all is the bigger win but, why we talking about popsicles and sunscreen right now???

i just.... [face in hand, screams]

[starkeristheendgame]

Hii i was wondering f you know of any like... realistic fics? I know that sound weird, but i mean basically non-AU fics and maybe easy on the daddy/dirty talk stuff. Not that that stuff isn't great but i sometimes feel like the starker fandom doesn't have many fics where I'm like "oh yeah thst would totally happen". Sorry if this is a lame request. Thankyou!!

Please never feel like your preferences in fanfiction are something to be ashamed of or are 'lame'. Realistic fics can be the best! I'm more than happy to help you find something that fits your tastes. Likewise; please don't ever hesitate to send in requests to any of the amazing authors in the amazing community for more canon-compliant or realism-based works!

Only A Kiss | @starker-oasis Take Me (Off Speaker) | @starkeristheendgame

There is also this ask where another Anon asked for the same thing, which has 6 other recommendations.

[starkersgalore]

hrmmmm.... a ‘sex doll au’ where every citizen is assigned a random 16-character code the day they turn 17. And every year a percentage of the population is randomly chosen to immediately give up their freedom to be transformed into fuck toys. Not literally turned into dolls, but they go through surgeries and lobotomies to have their minds altered to the point where they have no thoughts of their own other than their newfound responsibilities as a sex doll. Once the procedure is complete, they’ll be fitted and placed on an auction block - mostly for the rich. 

Virgins obviously go for much more than non-virgins. 

Upper middle class and middle class buyers can “rent to buy” so long as they put out collateral of equal or lesser value. 

Anyone lower on the caste basically can only buy second-hand. Unless they’re given a ‘sex doll’ as a gift. 

each ‘sex doll’ is fitted with a chip in their brain, and a collar around their neck. In the past, remotes were also handed out, but nowadays an app has been created where you can take full control of your ‘doll’ directly from your smartphone. 

the chip acts as a computer that makes the ‘doll’ comply with demands. whether they’re verbal or typed (for mute buyers)

the collar seconds as a shock collar should any ‘doll’ defect from it’s owner. In the case of constant disobedience, one may schedule for a memory wipe of their ‘doll’. 

Now, imagine Peter’s “Parker Luck” pulling a 180 fuck you on him, and he’s being hauled away from his apartment with a defeated may being held back by authorities, and someone in professional clothing coldly lets her know that she’ll be seeing a “severence pay check” in the mail shortly. 

Who ends up buying him? (I have Tony in mind, but really it could be anyone.)

(Also still a WIP. Feel free to add more to this, or if you choose to write your own fic/ficlet, I’d like to be tagged)

[starker-au]

I don't read manga often (rarely if at all) but I recently read this manga called Unfather and honestly I want a starker version of it so bad

Peter as Kyunghee

Tony as Sihyun

Steve as Kim Junsik

[starrystarker]

ik i already posted a screenshot of that starker taglist but like i just want to say

can you imagine having so much time on your hands ???? like i can’t even get up in the mornings,

what are they even anti about lmao like go off sis why u so anal u tense go do some hot yoga or some shit like relieve that negative energy we don’t stan

i ain’t tryna do shit let me enjoy my life and starker and leave us the fuck alone

go do smn with yall lives bc rn they empty as fuck if yall anti starkers be having this time n energy for so much uncalled for hate

create ur content and let me create my content thanks

[goofatron]

oh boy here we go again...

“You can ship _______ but ONLY if it’s with the adult version of the younger character!” 

Fucking go fuck yourself I will ship whomever I want with who/whatever I want. 

[starkeristheendgame]

If you are okay with it, I was wondering if you could do a body switch soulmate au. When you first make eye contact with your soulmate you switch bodies. You stay in each other's bodies for 24 hours. I feel like this could cause some shenanigans on both sides. Tony hasn't had to be taught anything in awhile and Peter doesn't know how to run a company.

I was a little apprehensive about this idea at first but honestly? I adore it. I am afraid, however, I took this away from the ‘humor’ pathway and plopped it straight down into ‘light angst’. Please accept my apologies for that - And I’d be happy to write something more lighthearted if this doesn’t hit the spot. Keeping your own emotions and mindset out of what you write is hard sometimes. 

Slight AU in that they meet differently to CW. 

TW: Light angst | Slight hurt 

He was going to lose his fucking mind. He could feel each one of his IQ points disintegrating as he stared at the board (an actual digital board, what fucking year were they in? 2015?) and tapped his pen restlessly on the desk. He hadn’t been to school since he was eighteen. The last time he’d been in a classroom was January, giving a motivational speech to Princeton graduates. 

He felt too small and too stifled and if this woman pronounced Epinephrine wrong one more time, he was going to launch his desk at her and snap that stupid board in half. 

Because he could do that, now. Displays of sheer power. Because Peter Parker had been bitten by a genetically modified spider and Tony was currently occupying Peter’s body. 

Soulmates were so, so overrated. 

“Hey, wonder kid. Tap that pen one more time” the girl to his left whispered, and Tony shot her a cool side-eye. MJ quirked a brow at him, equally unimpressed, and nodded to the board. Tony scowled but knew the effect was ruined by the soft, pretty baby-face he currently wore. Curse Peter and his lopsided brows and his huge eyes. Curse soulmates for existing. 

MJ was thus far the only one who’d noticed The Switch. It was only sheer coincidence that Peter and Tony both had brown eyes of a similar enough shade that the telling switch of eye colour between soulmates hadn’t given them away. MJ, however, was astoundingly attuned into her best friend, and it had only taken three minutes in her presence for her scowl at him and ask who the fuck was wearing her friend’s meatsuit. Tony had to begrudgingly admit that he could see why her and Peter were good friends. She’d looked unimpressed at his claim until he’d pulled out his (Peter’s) phone to show the frantic texts from that morning, and then she’d huffed, rolled her eyes, and dragged him to first period. 

He thought lunch would be a reprieve when it came, but instead he found himself staring with growing dismay at a tray of food that he’d refuse even if he was a prisoner, blanching in disgust when a sloppy excuse for a mac’n’cheese was dumped into one of the slots. “I’m going to die” he complained, ushered along by an unsympathetic MJ. “This is cruel. This is inhumane. Dogs don’t even get fed this”. 

“Yeah, well. You’re a billionaire, so. Put up or shut up. I have no sympathy for capitalist elitists”. And, wow, rude. But understandable. He sank down onto one of the bench seats and tried to stop his stomach from rolling at the way the meal wobbled when it was set down. He’d been poking at it for several moments, largely ignored by MJ, when a shadow fell over his table. He looked up and stared with disinterest at the sneering figure above him, before he sighed. 

“Which one are you, then? Neb? Flake?” 

“Flash” the form above him frowned, and Tony waved a dismissive hand. 

“Yeah, whatever. Class killed off half my IQ points and I’m not wasting the rest on you. Off you pop”. He turned back to his pitiful excuse of a meal, prodding the macaroni distrustfully with his fork. The boy besides him gaped, flustered, before turning on his heel and stomping off. When Tony glanced up, the girl was looking appraisingly over her book at him. 

“Maybe you should leave your balls behind. Peter could do with them” she noted, before dropping her gaze again. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“How much money does he actually have?” 

“Sir’s total net worth including assets, liabilities and investments are currently estimated at just short of a trillion, Mr. Parker. In terms of ‘real time currently’ Sir has £515,268,385,012 as of the current hour”. 

Peter was gonna pass out. He was wearing the body of a man with five-hundred billion in the bank. He’d known Tony Stark was rich, obscenely and un-necessarily so, but that was a whole other level. Vaguely unsteady, he sank down on the plush couch, feeling a little green. It had already been a few hours since waking, but he had yet to get used to the fact that he was, for all intents and purposes, Tony Stark. 

“Does that bother you?” The artificial voice asked after a moment, sounding impossibly curious. Peter hadn’t thought AI of this level possible, but here he was, talking to a voice that was more realistic than some of the living people he knew. 

“Its...A shock, I guess. I mean, it does bother me, I suppose. Nobody needs that much money. That much cold cash alone could eradicate homelessness in America. But...I don’t know. Its his money, he earns it. He saves the world and stuff. I don’t know how you could put a value on some of the things he’s done”. 

The AI was quiet for a moment, pensive. “Sir’s ‘profession’ is high cost also, Mr. Parker. The worth of the Mark IVII alone is £6,000,500,000”. Peter thought about it for a moment, then gave in, humming softly. He supposed in that sense, having that much money kind of didn’t matter, then, when a huge chunk of it was consumed by saving the world. He’d seen how often that suit got dinged up, and had no doubt repairs and replacing parts was costly. 

“Am I allowed to get something to eat?” He asked after a moment, stomach rumbling a little. He’d spent so much time this morning freaking out and being consoled by JARVIS that he’d missed breakfast and lunch had slipped him by. 

“Of course, Mr. Parker. Several components of the kitchen are automated, but I am capable of guiding through any recipes or devices you are unfamiliar with”. 

JARVIS had apparently activated something called ‘Romeo and Juliet Protocol’ when it had been revealed that Tony had been Switched, and a large majority of the Tower was closed off and protected. Peter couldn’t leave the penthouse and JARVIS had strict control of everything, even down to the doors. Peter was happy enough to just sit there and wait it out, though. As amazing as being here was, snooping was rude, especially when what he could find could potentially compromise the entire world. 

He chose to make a simple, small sandwich which involved nothing more than a single knife and plate, marvelling at the giant fridge and the ridiculous amount of food within. Apparently Mr. Stark had a chef that stopped by once every other day with prepared meals, and was on-call for whenever he required a fresh meal without having to cook it. The produce was organic and far different to the sad, wilting lettuce that could be found at the local Cheap Fresh. 

Technically, if it was plausible, when you Switched you were supposed to follow a specific protocol set up by the Government, but Mr. Stark had ultimately lost his entire mind at discovering his soulmate was fourteen and had immediately demanded Peter stay locked up like Rapunzel while he pretended to be him for the day to throw off suspicion. Peter couldn’t deny that had hurt a little, but he understood it. Soulmates or not it would be the scandal of the century - Tony would be called all sorts of things at best and investigated at worst, and the nature of their age difference meant a lifetime of interference and monitoring by the Government and protective services. He knew it was easier to pretend it hadn’t happened, to hide it from the world. Tony had suggested a private agreement, a ridiculous sum of money in exchange for Peter’s silence. 

He realised he’d been staring morosely at his plate when JARVIS prompted him softly, and he sighed, taking a bite. There was no physical remote for the TV but JARVIS helped him to access a cache of movies and he settled on Inception, his weakness for Tom Hardy and Leonardo DiCaprio soothing the ache of his new reality. 

“Am I allowed to ask what running a business is like?” He asked after a while, head balanced on his palm. 

“In what regard, Mr. Parker?” 

“Well, I don’t know. I mean, I’m fifteen. I don’t know how to run a company, let alone run a company and be a superhero. What kinda stuff does he do? Does he attend meetings? Does he fly around the world on company retreats like in the movies?” 

JARVIS sounded lightly amused when he replied. “Sir has delegated much of the daily company operation amongst several trusted employees, but he is still the namesake, owner and CEO of Stark Industries. He does attend frequent meetings, but most of Sir’s ‘flying around the world’ is done for leisure or Iron Man related activity”. 

“Sir spends most of his time in the lab, conducting important work for both his priorities. Sir also does a respectable amount of charity work, investment work and supportive work. I believe his latest venture is funding the entirety of MIT’s PhD graduate projects”. 

Wow. That was...That would be a lot of money. And being supported by someone like Tony Stark was bound to be something to boast about, something that would fluff up your resume a little. 

“Does he enjoy it?” Peter asked after a moment, fingertips raising absently to the arc reactor in his chest. It ached constantly, a low-level background pain that never quite faded out of touch, the odd sensation of a gaping maw in his chest something that had made him heave earlier that morning. Mr. Stark was tired, burnt out, but still going. It made Peter want to spend his twenty-four hours just sleeping, to try and soothe the man’s headache. 

“Sir finds great gratification in his duties” JARVIS replied quietly, though he did not specify which. Peter gave a hum and succumbed to the desire to nap, curled up on the corner of the couch with Inception fading quietly into the background. 

He ate again when he woke up, and blinked when he saw the time. Mr. Stark’s phone had been heavily locked down, but he could still access the message channel between this number and his own. The messages there were disheartening. 

Told your hot Aunt I’m staying at that Nate kids house tonight. I’ll be coming to the Tower, but you won’t see me. I’ll stay on the level below.

Sorry, kid. Seeing someone else wearing me like a Givenchy suit is just too head-spinning. 

JARVIS will keep you safe up there. We switch back at midnight, so try and get some sleep. You’ll wake up as yourself and I’ll get the plan in motion. 

“JARVIS, when was the last time Mr. Stark cried?” He asked timidly, and the AI was silent for a moment. 

“Four years ago, Mr. Parker”. 

“Oh,” he breathed out, vision blurring. “I’m sorry. I’m afraid I’m about to ruin that” and he let the teardrops fall.

[blazingparker]

holy SHIT the uncharted trailer is giving me SO MANY FIC IDEAS

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“aren’t you a little young to be a bartender?”

“aren’t you a little old for prom?”

uM STARKER HELLO?!!?!?!?!??!?

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undercover peter parker doing his best but being just a cutie patootie that doesn’t know how to handle girls flirting with him cus he looks damn good in his tux

enter tony to save him and fuck him because, as i said, he looks so fucking good

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peter getting knocked out of a plane without the suit, hybrid scene between what’s in the trailer and the iron man 3 scene with the people who fell out of air force one

cue frantic, overprotective tony

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GUYS SO MANY IDEAS

[spideyspeaches]

AHHHXBSBSHSVWH so you know how you said you hate starkers? cus like 10000% valid. shit makes me queasy,, well anyways, apparently there’s something called “winterspider”. and because i love you so much, i just want to grant you with this piece of information and let you ponder and wallow in it. much love ❤️

UGH IKR!!! Like how do people ship such shit 😭😭😭 it's scarring and like, media has influence on people okay? Believe it or not. Also heheh ly2 but I was unfortunately already aware of that shit, I've been on ao3 way longer than I've been on Tumblr and lemme tell you I've seen some shit there before I worked out the tagging systems 😭😭

Much love from me too 😘😘

[gumnut-logic]

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Oooh, a bit more than a bit this time. Kinda resembles a chapter...oooh, scary :D 1574 words.

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The lodge was at the end of a winding single lane road lined by pines and firs. John remembered them last as a wall of grey and green shadow. The difference today was as stark as it could have been. Unlike their first visit, it was summer, the sun was out and the deep green of the wet conifer forest was just gleaming.

The Cascades towered up above them as the road followed a natural valley cut by a stream before beginning a steep climb into the side of the mountain. The car’s engine shunted down several gears under the strain as the road wove higher and higher among the trees.

“Why did Dad book a place so far out of Seattle.” Alan was almost leaning out the window on his side. The draught after tropical Tracy Island was chilling.

Scott sighed. “He wanted it to be a vacation. We were splitting up more and more with me at college, Dad caught up in business and Mom returning to work after her maternity leave with you. He wanted us to be together. And we were, for the most part.”

It was all new for Alan and possibly Gordon as well. The story was unspoken taboo out of respect for the feelings of the eldest two…and, if he was honest, John as well.

Perhaps Alan was right. This trip would help.

He really hoped it did.

The drone of the car’s engine switching gears as Virgil guided it through the curves was both comforting and annoying. John resisted the need to pull out his phone and access Five. He was unaccustomed to doing nothing, to watching the scenery. The almost dread of where they were going and what it might do to him and his brothers was gnawing at him.

He had been twelve. He watched Scott turn frantic when their mother did not return. John hadn’t been worried. He had a good book and was grateful for the opportunity to just sit and read. But as time wore on and Scott worried more, it slowly crept into his mind that, yes, there might be something wrong.

It wasn’t long before baby Alan picked up on Scott’s anxiety and began wailing at the top of his lungs. This, in turn, aggravated Gordon who was no longer happy to play with his toy fish. John attempted to distract the six-year-old, but like Alan, he had picked up on the eldest’s anxiety and wanted his mother.

But their mother didn’t come back.

John blinked as the car turned into a driveway and took the last rise up to the large log cabin from so long ago and came to a stop.

“It is unoccupied. I checked.” Gordon was repeating himself. He’d said that before they left the Island, but he said again it anyway. The aquanaut was in the middle seat, caught between John and Alan. He unbuckled himself, but nobody moved to get out of the car.

Virgil’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel.

Scott reached over to his brother, his hand touching his shoulder.

Virgil flinched away and threw off his seatbelt. Without a word, he shoved open the car door and, letting in the chilly air, climbed out.

Scott stared after him.

Swallowing John opened his door and followed his brother. His feet crunched on gravel as he came to stand beside Virgil, but the engineer did not acknowledge him. Instead, he stared at the lodge, his expression a little lost.

John didn’t offer a question. He just stood there with him and turned to look at the building from his nightmares.

-o-o-o-

Alan watched Scott hesitate, his hand still mid-air as if beckoning to the now absent Virgil. The frown on his face was one of both concern and loss.

Quietly, Alan climbed out of the car and stepped into the cool air. Gordon scrambled to follow.

Without a word, Alan reached over and opened Scott’s door.

His brother jumped.

Alan didn’t ask if Scott was okay because it would have been a stupid question. “I have the number to the key safe if you want to look inside.”

Wide blue blinked up at him. “Uh, sure.” His big brother swung around and pushed himself to his feet.

He had yet to look at the building.

On the other side of the car, John said something quiet to Virgil. As if cued, Scott straightened and turned.

The lodge was little more than a big log cabin. Long, single storey, a front porch ran the length of it. Big enough for a family of seven with room to spare.

“They painted it.” The words came out in one breath, his eldest brother simply staring. “It used to be green. They painted it blue.”

Alan looked at the building again and yes, the panels below the windows and the guttering were all a pale blue.

John said something else to Virgil who shook his head.

Scott immediately noticed and Alan saw the sudden switch to concerned older brother in every line of his body.

“Virgil?” Scott strode around the car and beelined to the engineer.

Alan sighed to himself.

An arm wrapped around his shoulders and he turned to find Gordon beside him. A small, sad smile and he turned to watch their three eldest brothers.

Virgil was shaking his head again as Scott asked him something.

Gordon shifted beside him. “You want to get the keys, or should I?”

Alan shrugged. “I’ll get them.” After all, the building held no memories for him at all.

Except the ones they were going to create today.

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“Virgil?” Scott approached his brother almost fearfully. The last time Virgil had been here, he had been with his mother. They had left together and neither had returned.

His brother held up a hand. “I’m fine, Scott.” Strained eyes peered up at him. “I should be asking you that question.”

“Me?” Scott fought the sudden need to take a step back. “I’m okay.” He gestured with one hand. “They painted it.”

“I prefer the green.”

“Are you kidding?”

“No.”

Scott glanced sideways at Virgil. Both of his fists were clenched, but not tightly. His eyes were tracking over the building as if absorbing all the details. Beyond him, John was a red-headed mirror to Scott, both of them worried for the man between them.

Virgil straightened. “I want to go inside.”

Scott blinked. “Alan has the code.”

“Alan has the key!” His sixteen-year-old brother approached, holding up the metal trinket.

Scott held out his hand.

Cool metal was placed carefully in it.

The key was different.

He filed that tiny piece of information away and strode to the front door.

The shade beneath the porch was cold out of the sun. Scott focussed on the task of opening the door and ignored the memories trying to crowd him.

Dad, late that Friday night, grinning as he opened the door. Scott had his arms full of sleeping Gordon. The six-year-old had been heavy, but Scott didn’t mind. It had been a long day and his little brother had been so excited to be going on vacation, he’d worn himself out.

Mom had her hands full with Alan, feeding him in the car drive up. Both John and Virgil had been buried in their tablets, the first reading, the latter drawing despite the swerves on the curves.

Dad let him in. The place was lit up in warm yellow light. Pre-prepared by the owners, a log fire was burning in the fireplace and a complimentary supper was spread out on the table, everything ever so inviting. The sounds of his family around him whispering in deference to the two sleeping children.

The bustling arrival of a family on vacation.

This time the door opened to silence.

The only light was from the sun outside and it cast dull shadows on quiet furniture. He took a few steps into the room and his brothers followed. Gordon, now twenty-one walked in under his own power, now a strong, grown man.

Virgil followed. Not much taller, but ever so older, his expression echoed the darkness of his hair. Solemn eyes took in everything. He said nothing.

John and Alan entered last. Alan had little but curiosity on his face, whereas John’s face held memory.

The absence of two other family members had never been starker.

The interior of the building had been renovated in the last fifteen years. There was barely anything left that Scott recognised other than the shape of the room and the placement of the kitchen and the fireplace.

But there was one piece of furniture he did remember.

A single rocking chair sat in one corner. He could remember Gordon claiming it and then attempting to rock himself into the next dimension. Mom had to kick him off before he lost his breakfast. It then became her corner.

Wrapped in a shawl, baby Alan in her arms, rocking gently back and forth.

It was one of the last images he had of his mother.

“Scott?”

Alan stared up at him.

He blinked. “Alan, sit in that chair.” He nodded in the direction of the old piece of furniture.

His little brother frowned a query at him, but did as he asked.

Alan sat down and rocked himself a little, his blue eyes looking up in question.

Scott let a breath out.

It had been a hard fifteen years.

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Next

[starker-au]

Cus @im-a-goner-foryou is basically a godsend

[blazingparker]

“Come back when you’re done abusing the three brain cells you have.”

“I have five.”

IM SORRY THIS IS SO IN CHARACTER????? LIKE DID U PULL THIS FROM A DELETED SCENE????

ay rat of my life 💖, for the prompt thing :

“Are you drunk?” “...No.”

and if you don’t wanna write alcohol stuff 👀 :

“Whenever I’m around you I get super nervous and get this weird feeling in my stomach. So, I’m either in love with you or allergic to you, and I don't know which one is worse.”

For @tonystarkbingo | Fill: College AU

“Parker!”

Peter jumped at the sound of the voice, loud enough to carry throughout the whole room despite the booming 2000s pop music, and whirled around.

Tony didn’t even give him a chance to say anything before he slung his arm around his shoulder, pulling him in tight.

“Anthony.” Peter sniffed and pulled a face. "To what do I owe the displeasure?

Tony just laughed like the asshole he was and pouted at Peter. Peter tried not to look at his puppy eyes. “What? You love me,” Tony whined.

Peter made a gagging noise in his throat. “I don’t even want to know where you got that idea.”

“Oh?” Tony pulled back to look him incredulously in the face. “You don’t know? I can tell you, if you want.”

Peter’s breath caught in his throat at the words. They sounded far more ominous than they should’ve been. Peter took a quick glance behind him to make sure no one else was within earshot.

“You stare at me during Baker’s lectures.” Tony placed a finger onto Peter’s chest, making him jump. “You dropped your pencil once because you were too busy staring at me.” He stepped closer. “During truth or dare you admitted that you’d rather kiss me than MJ.”

“Because MJ’s my friend!” Peter scowled.

“And I’m not?”

“Well—”

“See? That’s exactly my point! You— love— me!” Tony sang, and Peter clamped a hand over his mouth, making his eyes widen.

“Oh my god, you can’t just— ew!” Peter yanked his hand back when Tony gave it a lick. “You’re so gross!”

“Pe-terrrrr,” Tony whined. “You love me, admit it!”

Peter scowled. Then— “Are you drunk?” he asked incredulously.

Tony stared at him. “...No.”

“We’re at a 2000’s-themed houseparty and you’re drunk? What are you even drunk on?” Peter scoffed and turned his head pointedly. “Come back when you’re done abusing the three brain cells you have.”

“Hey!” Tony sounded offended. “I have five, thank you very much. “And c’mon, Parker—you know I’m not really drunk.”

Peter gave him an unimpressed look, and Tony deflated.

“Okay, fine. Maybe just a little bit. But I really mean it when I said I wanted to take you out—won't you let me treat you, princess? I promise you'd have fun.”

Princess. Peter swallowed, trying not to focus on how good it sounded coming from Tony's mouth.

“At least tell me how to convince you.” Tony's eyes were round now. It reminded Peter of the cat from Puss in Boots.

Say yes. Look at him, he's so cute. Just fucking say yes.

Shut up, Parker.

“You want me to tell you how, Anthony?” Peter gave him a small smile, patronizing and delightfully terrifying. “Clean up. Stop smoking. Dress nicer—if you need some good brands, I can tell you some. Stop being a show-off in class. And finally—buy me some flowers. And I want a nice one too, with at least ten pink roses. Then you can ask me out, and we'll see how I feel at that point.”

“You’re so high maintenance,” Tony complained.

“You like it that way,” Peter retorted.

“I sure do, Prissy Parker,” Tony declared, pointing a finger at him, then turned on his heel to head over to Bruce, who was sitting on the edge of the couch looking rather uncomfortable by the entire party. Then, Tony paused, turned around, and added in a playful shout, “I’ll win you over someday!”

You’d better, Peter thought with a smirk.

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idk if you're still taking requests, but I love your starker hypnokink, and I would love it if you did just a tinny winne bit more ;))))))

I can’t resist hypnokink 🤤 - so here’s a little something to satisfy us! Hope you love it! 💙

Contains: hypnosis(duh), nff, abuse of power, Doctor/patient

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This was Peter’s sixth visit with Dr. Stark. He was strangely nervous, a little excited though. He didn’t remember a lot about his previous sessions with Dr. Stark, but he left each one feeling much than before. Dr. Stark was the best therapist Peter ever had, but the man made him feel all fuzzy inside. He’d even started to have wet dreams about his doctor. Peter was sure that wasn’t normal. He was just supposed to be coping better with his uncle’s death, not developing a crush.

“Peter, good afternoon,” Dr. Stark greeted as Peter entered the room. “How’s my favorite patient?”

Peter smiled at him, blushing only a little. He couldn’t believe that was true - Dr. Stark helped so many people - but it was nice to hear. “I’m doing a lot better,” Peter answered.

The doctor nodded. Peter plopped down on the couch and hugged one of the pillows to his chest. It smelled like Dr. Stark - coffee, expensive cologne, and just a hint on engine oil. It was one of the man’s hobbies, working like a mechanic. He had showed Peter some of the devices he built. That’s how they first bonded, over a love of science and technology.

Peter settled into the couch and they began speaking. He was doing a lot better, feeling less guilt and shame over the loss of his uncle. He rarely had nightmares anymore, the dreams replaced with much more pleasant ones. He was doing better in school again too, thanks to Dr. Stark.

As Peter spoke, his whole body tingled. Dr. Stark looked so pleased with his progress. Peter loved the proud grin on the man’s face as he thoughtfully took in all the boy’s words. He wanted to please Dr. Stark more than anything.

Live to please, live to obey. Good boy.

Peter felt his face flush at those thoughts. He’d been having intrusive thoughts since his third visit to the therapist. “Is everything alright, Peter?” Dr. Stark asked.

What could he say? He couldn’t just blurt out that he’d been having inappropriately sexual dreams about his doctor... or that he had fantasies about being on his knees in this very office... begging for Dr. Stark’s cock.

Cock. Worship cock. Suck cock. Obey.

Oh, god, there they were again. Peter shook his head and directs his gaze to his lap. He attempted to hide his face in the pillow he was holding. “I’m fine,” he squeaked.

It was a poor lie, and obviously Dr. Stark saw through it. Instead, he leaned back in his own chair and spread his legs. “Peter, look at me,” he said, his tone lower than before.

Despite his embarrassment, Peter raised his head to gaze at the doctor. The man raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The sound echoed through the office space. Peter’s eyes glazed over slightly, but they stayed glued to Dr. Stark. “That’s it, relax for me,” Dr. Stark purred, “It’s Playtime.”

Playtime, good boy. Be a good boy. Obey time.

Yes, time to be good for Dr. Stark. Then Dr. Stark would make him feel so amazing. Peter had done this before - it was so easy. He loved being Dr. Stark’s good boy. He loved to obey. Obedience is pleasure. Please Dr. Stark, receive pleasure.

Peter slumped on the couch, body relaxing but eagerly waiting for Dr. Stark’s orders. His heart beat faster, his body heating up and tingling. “Stand Peter,” the therapist said, “Take your clothes off.”

Peter did as he was told, slowly rising to his feet and stripping. He set his clothes in a loose pile by the end of the couch and waited for the doctor’s next command. Peter covered his dick with his hands, a little self conscious in front of his therapist. Dr. Stark motioned for Peter to sit back down, so he did keeping himself covered.

“Doesn’t that feel better?” Dr. Stark asked. Peter smiled, it did feel good - his bare skin against the comfy sofa. “Spread your legs Peter, there’s no need to hide.”

Peter slowly opened his legs and moved his hands to his sides, giving the doctor a full view.

Dr. Stark frowned suddenly, making Peter’s gut twist. Oh, no. He’d done something wrong - he was a bad boy. “Doctor...” he tried to apologize. But his mouth snapped shut when Dr. Stark’s gaze met his. He shouldn’t speak without permission - he knew that.

“It’s alright, Peter,” the man said, sensing his patient’s panic, “I expected you to be hard.”

Oh. Peter glanced down at himself. He wasn’t hard, though he could feel something stirring low in his belly. “Maybe you need some help,” Dr. Stark spoke again, calling Peter’s attention back to him. “Maybe you need my voice to get hard. Is that it, Peter?”

Peter bit his lower lip and gave the man one curt nod in response. Tony grinned and continued, “You like the sound of it, don’t you? Close your eyes, just listen.”

Listen. Obey. Good boy’s listen, good boy’s obey.

Peter’s lovely eyes fluttered shut, his head tipping back against the couch. His fingers twitched on the cushions, but he didn’t move his hands at all. Tony watched Peter roll his hips on the couch. “Feel it - feel the heat coursing through you. You can’t stop it, can’t resist it, no choice.”

Peter whined, his hips bucking slightly as his cock twitched to life. “That’s right, Peter,” Tony continued, “No choice - but you like that. You don’t need to think, Doctor thinks for you.”

No thoughts. No choice. Only obedience.

The boy’s cock was hard and even dripping precum now. Peter moaned, “D-doctor...” He moved his hands to his thighs, itching to touch himself.

“Behave,” Tony warned. Peter moved his hands back to grip the couch cushions again with another whine. “Doctor knows exactly what you need. To loose all those bad thoughts in your head.”

Peter nodded again. He slumped on couch, legs spreading wider. “Replace them with better things, right?” Tony teased. The boy shuddered, images of the wet dreams he’d been having flashing through his mind. They all featured Dr. Stark - touching him, kissing him, fucking him. He could almost feel Dr. Stark’s hands on him now. He wanted it so badly, but he couldn’t say anything, at least not until Dr. Stark gave him permission to beg. All Peter could do was hump at the air and hope to entice the man for more.

Tony watched Peter fall apart on the sofa, shivering and whimpering, desperate mewls and half-words coming out of his mouth. He thrust hips toward Tony, his little cock bouncing against his tummy.

“You’re ready to burst so soon,” Dr. Stark chuckled, “But I’m not quite done with you yet. Open your eyes.”

Peter obeyed, half-lidded chestnut eyes staring at Tony. Dr. Stark opened his trousers, taking his dick out. Peter’s eyes immediately drifted to it; he licked his lips.

“You want this?” He asked.

“Y-Yes, Doctor,” Peter pleaded.

Yes, cock. Need it. Beg for it.

“Think you can take it in that pretty little hole of yours this time?” The man asked. He stood and crossed to where Peter was sitting. Peter’s breathing quickened as the doctor approached him. His hands moved to his thighs and he held open his legs for Tony.

“Such a good boy,” Tony praised. He grinned when a thick stream of precum spurted from Peter’s cock. Tony quickly reached for the drawer on the end table. He grabbed a small bottle of lube from it and popped the cap open. This was going to be Peter’s first time; he needed to be gentle, to get Peter’s subconscious addicted to this feeling.

Peter cried out as Tony slipped two lives up fingers inside of him. His hole clenched as his hips bucked. They’d done this before. After Tony trained Peter to be an expert in giving head, he’d been teasing and fingering the boy, preparing his hole for more.

“Cu-cumming-“ Peter panted.

“No,” Tony said, his finger curling up inside of the young man, “Not until I say.” He gripped Peter’s shaft and squeezed. “Remember who owns you.”

“You do, Dr. Stark,” Peter gasped. He keened as Tony thrust his fingers in and out of him. His dick throbbed in Tony’s tight grip, but he couldn’t cum - not without permission. Dr. Stark owned him, owned his mind, owned his body, all of his orgasms... everything.

Tony removed his fingers from Peter’s hole and lined up his cock. “You my good boy?” He asked.

“Yes!” Peter mewled, “I’m a good boy, I obey!”

Tony slowly pushed into Peter’s tight hole. “Again,” he said, sliding as deep as he could into the boy.

“I’m a good boy,” Peter repeated, his eyes rolling up toward the ceiling as Tony’s cock bumped against his prostate, “I obey.”

Dr. Stark kissed him, slipping his tongue into Peter’s mouth. Peter eagerly and sloppily kissed back. He bucked back against Tony, still murmuring his obedience against the man’s lips. Tony thrusted, snapping his hips hard against Peter’s body. He gripped Peter’s thighs and hoisted the boy’s body up a bit more on the couch. Peter grasped Tony’s lapels and held onto the man, softly gasping out his mantra. His body trembled with every plunge of Tony’s cock in his hole. He was tight and hot, clenching around the Doctor in an attempt to milk him.

Good boy’s obey, good boy’s get Doctor’s cock.

“D-Doctor Stark!” He moaned.

“I’m close baby,” Tony promised. He kissed Peter again, shoving in deeper. His thrusts became more erratic, faster and rough. “Cum with me!”

Peter screamed as he came, feeling his doctor spill inside of him. It was better than he ever imagine, being totally pumped full. “Oh, Doctor! Dr. Stark!” He whimpered. His dick kept jumping, spurting more and more. Tony stayed buried in him, chuckling and watching Peter fall apart. The boy hadn’t cum in weeks, thanks to Tony’s subliminal commands.

Tony gently lowered Peter’s legs, slowly pulling his cock free. Peter whimpered at the loss of it, but didn’t protest past that. Tony sat down next to him on the couch and pulled Peter into his lap. Peter melted against the doctor’s body, head dropping against Tony’s shoulders. He sighed, content and satisfied.

Now Tony had to focus on implanting more triggers and commands into Peter’s subconscious... but he would sit with the boy like this a bit longer, savoring what little time they had before the end of the session. There would be other appointments anyway - Tony had all the time he needed to make Peter his plaything.