#starker: misunderstanding

[starker-sorbet]

'Look I know what I've suggested is crazy Pete, but honestly tell me what's more likely. That when Rogers crashed in the arctic a: he received no injuries in the crash and b: was miraculously preserved in ice. With no physical or brain damage due to the freeze. Or that SHIELD, who we know are dicks and were HYDRA, found the downed plane and either cloned his corpse or physically altered some poor sap and mind wiped him before giving him the memories of good ole' cap. What happened with Barnes shows that it's not like they particularly have morals.'

'I'm not doubting you, Tones. I just think that you could have maybe handled telling the man your theories more, delicately.'

'I know, I know. It's just the thought of him being stuck living a life someone stuck him with just to keep him under their thumb it reminds me of yah know'

'Stane and how he manipulated you?'

'Yes. And the guy should have the chance to get away from that without three months of torture in a cave.'

'It's ok Tony. Bucky's currently dealing with him tonight and I'm sure in the morning if you explain why you dropped the bombshell the way you did he'll forgive you. But for now go to sleep honey.'

'Just sleep?'

'Tony'

'Sorry dear. Sleeping now'

@tstarksbingospectacular fill : G1 - Misunderstandings bingo card below

[kimberbohwrites]

Can I request a drabble where Rolan overheard that gn Tav genuinely thought Rolan still hates them but just learnt to tolerate them? When in reality, he's been in denial about his crush on them for the longest time but accepted it recently 🤣

First of all— I am sorry that this took so long for me to get to. I rarely find time for asks and it took me awhile to get to this one— some of these I just needed more practice for tbh. I am striving to be better, however I am incredibly busy at work so I cannot promise you I always will be. Instead I promise you that I will always try to make your ask worth the wait.

Words Yet Unsaid

Rolan x Reader, SFW, only lightly edited

Word Count: 1214

Tags: Misunderstandings, fluff, and love confessions

Rolan sits down in front of you with a huff. There is a flush about his face that is so… him. The color on his cheeks paints a starker backdrop for the freckles that dot his face. Despite your so-called nerves of steel you cannot help but quickly glance away from the sight as your heart began to race in your chest.

The silence stretches and you look back across to find him nervously studying the wood grain of the table between you.

Sensing your gaze, he straightens up and clears his throat. He smoothes the simple but well-made dark blue tunic he’d worn with the tight leather breeches you could not help but notice as he’d joined you.

The color he’d chosen suited him well. Distracting you almost as much as the way his bottom and thighs had looked, no longer hidden behind the wizard robes. This was the first time you had ever seen him in at the tavern in casual clothes — sharp as these were.

The Elfsong Tavern was usually a good place to identify oneself as a great and powerful archwizard. But instead, he’d chosen to dress up and blend in with you. But why?

You tried not to let the racing of your heart, and the flush of your cheeks hide you from the cold truth that Rolan had never liked you. You were certain that this meeting he had arranged through Lia, was some sort of attempt at arbitration of your longstanding feud for the sake of his siblings.

Truth be told you had never wanted to fight with Rolan. It just happened every time you two had interacted since the very first time you’d crossed paths in the Druid’s Grove. That ire had only grown through the experiences that followed in the Shadow Cursed Lands and even when you’d slain his corrupt master and ended his apprenticeship abruptly.

So much pressure had instantly been thrust upon him, becoming master of the tower and archwizard of Baldur’s Gate so suddenly. Of course he’d be frustrated further by you.

Despite your best attempts to avoid him, your friendship with his siblings had caused you to repeatedly cross paths. It had been months now since the restoration of the city was considered complete, after you had ended the crisis. You’d attempted to returned to a normal life.

It was simple and gratifying, but something was missing.

“Thank you for joining me here this evening, you look lovely”

His tone cut through your thoughts; it sounded warm but a quick glance to his face revealed that warmth didn’t reach past his words. He looked… uncomfortable. Like your presence somehow pained him.

Tears sting in your eyes as you clear your throat and quickly stand.

“This was a bad idea.”

He opens his mouth, and his hand moves across the table like he’s reaching for you. Before he can form a word you continue.

“I’m sorry for wasting your time, I can tell this isn’t something you want to be doing”

You turn quickly to leave before he can say anything and before the tears you feel welling up are too much to hide. Your stride is quick and sure across the familiar boards of the tavern and out on to the streets that raised you.

The cool night air of the city was an immediate balm for the panic that had caused you to flee the tavern. All you needed to do was avoid Rolan for the rest of your life now, great.

You groan as you continued down the dark and empty streets. All of this weighs heavy on you but it becomes unbearable when the low roofs of the houses and shops fall away. As the street spills out into the open area which reveals Sorceress Sundries and the large structure which you knew was the point of travel for Ramazith Tower — the massive and beautiful wizard tower Rolan now called home.

It is as if the weight of the massive structure itself is on you now and you are stopped in your tracks. It’s then you hear your name called and the sound of someone running after you in the dark.

“Tav, wait! Please!”

You turn quickly to see Rolan sprint after you, still somehow looking perfect in his nice clothes despite the struggle of catching up to you. You glower momentarily at the thought that he will apparently always be gorgeous. Typical.

He catches up to you, huffing and puffing as his tail lashes out to steady him while he catches his breath.

“Why would you run after me?” You say with a whisper and you take a step closer to him, unsure if you’re needed to render aid for the struggling man.

“I… I’m sorry… I don’t hate… you… Tav….” He puffs out the words as he catches his breath.

Your blood runs cold at the words. It’s like you can feel the night breeze itself move through you.

“Rolan…”

You don’t know how to continue, and it gives him the opportunity to catch his breath and explain himself further.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have tried something so public to talk, Lia warned me, she didn’t say you’d run but…”

He sensed he was rambling and shook his head as if to clear it and start over. Your breath caught when his jaw tensed, the perfect bone structure always so eye catching, so hard to resist.

“I needed to tell you Tav, I don’t hate you. I… I overhead you talking to Cal and Lia about why you keep your distance when they invite you for dinner. I.. I should have apologized better — after all we had gone through—“

“We should have found time to talk…” You add

He takes a step closer to you, as if drawn to you and this time you don’t run.

“Why… Why would you run after me Rolan?” You ask

“Tav…”

“Why do you even care now?”

You can’t help it. The tears that had threatened you earlier, now spill down your cheeks as you pepper Rolan with questions.

He closes the distance to you quickly, his hands on your cheeks. You barely register the softness of the pads of his thumbs as they brush the tears away from your cheeks before you are swept away by the feeling of his lips, crashing into yours.

Your breath catches in your throat. You can’t help but moan into the kiss as his body presses firmly to yours.

He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to yours and you feel his tail coil around your thigh. Keeping you flush with him as he speaks.

“Because, Tav… I love you. I think I have always…” He gasped as if the realization fully dawned on him as he spoke, “I think I have always loved you.”

You kiss him now, no words on your tongue could be sweeter than to feel his lips against yours once more.

There would be time for words but for right now you wanted to keep kissing the wizard and so you do.

Under the open skies and the stars that shine each night over the city of Baldur’s Gate, wrapped in the strong arms of the man you loved, you kissed him with all the passion of the words in your heart yet unsaid.

[hellhoundmaggie]

I knew it! Only a tiny minority of Shanelovers want to fix him! Anyone who spits out "You can't fix him!" at Shanelovers is fundamentally misunderstanding the majority's reasons for loving him. I always knew it! But not only can I now back that up with numbers, those numbers are even starker than I expected! About 11% of people who love Shane want to fix him. 9 out of 10 Shanelovers love him the way he is! I've succeeded beyond my wildest hopes!

For people who romance Shane in Stardew Valley:

Trying to prove a point. Reblog for sample size please and thank you

[starkeristheendgame]

Prompt where tony wakes up and peters not there and he freaks out but peter was just in the kitchen making breakfast for them (clingy boyfriend tony)

Thank you so much for this prompt, Non! I hope that you enjoy this :’)

TW: Tiniest smidge of angst | Tony Stark’s Gay Panic | Slightest misunderstanding

Some people woke up whimsically and prettily, blinking slowly and gently awake like some sort of Sleeping Beauty come true. 

Tony did not. 

Tony awoke with a start and a snort, squinting into the stream of sunlight that filtered through the curtains. His hair stuck up on one side and was completely flat on the other, and pillow creases dented and reddened one cheek. None of this, however, was the biggest concern or tragedy of the morning. 

The bedspace besides him was empty. 

Where there was supposed to be a baby faced, drooling, snuffling brunet there was rumpled sheets and a head-dented pillow, cool to the touch and void of life.

If not for the half-drunk glass of now flat soda on his nightstand and the lingering twinge in the back of his thigh from a too-adventurous position last night, he might’ve thought that he’d gone to sleep alone, that the time passed was nothing but a dream. 

“Peter?” 

Silence. 

No running water from the en suite, no no snickering from the ceiling. Just... Quiet. He sucked in a breath and sat up, sheets pooling around his naked hips as he tried to kick his brain into gear. Peter could’ve always gone for a run - The kid was a freak that way, just like Cap. 

Up at the ass-crack of dawn to pound the sidewalk at Roger’s side, usually returning winded and red-cheeked but loose and happy. 

He could’ve gone to visit his friends. It was...Friday? Sunday? It couldn’t be a school night. Peter hadn’t huffed and puffed at going to bed so late, hadn’t whined about any school related obligations in the morning. 

His Aunt could’ve called. He could’ve gone down to visit anyone still lingering on the communal floor. He could’ve, he could’ve, he could’ve. 

“J? Is...Are there any messages? From Peter?” 

A beat. And then; “No, Sir.”

Tony blew out a breath. Right. Okay. No notes on the nightstand. He checked his arms, rolled over to squint in the mirror. No Sharpie messages scrawled across his skin, but a truly horrific half-mohican, and was that another grey hair at his temple? Just his fucking luck. 

Maybe that’s why Peter left, he finally realised Tony was just an ageing, old man with nothing but a fat wallet and fast fading good looks to keep him around. 

“You look like a startled hedgehog.”

“Thanks,” he shot back sulkily, lips downturning, before his sleep-addled brain caught up to the conversation like a bee-stung racehorse and his gaze snapped up, fixing on where Peter stood in the doorway. 

The boy looked impossibly soft, hair mussed and all over his forehead, wearing nothing but a pair of Tony’s boxers as he carefully balanced a tray of bagels and orange juice, sour cream smeared on his chin where he’d inevitably snacked during the meal prep. 

“You’re still here,” he breathed out, and Peter frowned slightly, bottom lip sucked into his mouth as he padded cautiously across the room and set the tray down on the bedside table. 

“Yuh-huh. I was super hungry after last night,” and, wasn’t that adorable, his cheeks went red at the mere mention of sex, “and I thought my tummy grumbling was gonna wake you. And then I thought, hey. If I’m hungry, you might be too, so. I made bagels. For the both of us.”

Peter sank down onto the edge of the bed, looking across at Tony almost like he was embarrassed, and Tony couldn’t stop himself from reaching out, dragging the kid down and over his chest so he could kiss him breathless, heedless of the fact he hadn’t brushed his teeth yet. 

When he finally let Peter up for a breath the kid looked dazed, lips dark and cheeks ruddy, a little starstuck and a lot happy. 

“Wait, you thought I left?” he realised after a moment, brows furrowing again, and Tony shifted beneath him guiltily. 

“I’ve had a lot of people leave after sex, kid. And I’ve done a lot of leaving.”

“Oh, well. I’m not going anywhere, Mr. Stark. Especially if your hand is going where I think it is,” Peter told him earnestly, gaze dropping to where Tony’s fingertips where inching towards his spread thighs, and Tony grinned lavishly as he pulled Peter down for another kiss.

[iloveyou3thousand]

Werewolf AU where an omega from another pack is trying to tempt Tony into mating to the point where the rival keeps warning Peter away from Tony. Peter backs off thinking Tony wants this to strengthen pack alliances, but Tony instead lays claim to Peter.

This is a fantastic idea and it was really fun to write so I hope it’s fun to read too!

Read it on AO3 here! It’s actually sfw so no TWs this time :>

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Peter has been seeing him around a lot lately, and he’s not sure what to think of it.

No one has ever tried to infiltrate their pack in any way before, so it feels odd to suddenly have a member from a different pack around all the time. Or, members, plural, because where James Barnes goes, others of his pack seem to follow.

But it’s not the others that Peter had a problem with. He’s actually come to sort of admire one of their Alphas, Natasha. She’s very intimidating, yes, but in a weirdly maternal kind of way. He doesn’t know what it is about her but she makes him feel both incredibly nervous and also infinitely safe at the same time.

Anyway, so that’s not what bothers him. What bothers him is that Barnes seems to be around with one objective and one objective only, and that is to secure some kind of agreement with their pack leader, Tony. And he’s trying to do it in a way that has Peter on edge.

Ever since the foreign pack arrived, Barnes has been parading around like he wants Tony to notice him, and Tony, being the unbonded but undeniably handsome and charismatic and wonderfully-smelling Alpha that he is, has noticed. It’s unavoidable, because Barnes is really trying, and even though Peter is an Omega himself and only finds Alpha scents appealing, he can’t deny that there is something about the other Omega’s scent that he sees appeals to Tony.

He hates it.

He’s spent far too much time gradually getting Tony to like him to be totally fine with watching another Omega try and win over a man he’s already had his eyes on for ages. Ever since he first presented, really.

It started out as something pretty mild, with Barnes coming over seemingly to help others of his pack negotiate borders, considering their territories are aligned. Peter was nearby, keeping another pack member’s pup busy, and could glance over to see if everything was going okay every now and then. Back then, when those meetings happened every now and again, it seemed like nothing was going on. Slowly but surely, however, things started to change.

To the point where it is very clear to Peter what Barnes is trying to do. He’s not only trying to steal Tony away from him (because surely he knows, he must have noticed the way that Peter acts around Tony, must have smelled the pheromones he pours out every time the older Alpha comes near him), but he’s also doing it with a ‘good cause’.

Peter isn’t stupid, and he isn’t blind. He knows that if their packs unite with a bond between two members, their territories will merge. It would be highly beneficial for both packs, of course, because more territory means more room to run and explore and enjoy and hunt in during full moons. The Stark pack’s territory isn’t small by any means, but it could be bigger. It would be nice if it were bigger.

It’s clear that that is what’s happening, and Peter isn’t sure what to think of it. Most of all because Tony seems to be responding to it pretty positively, at least from where Peter is standing. He hasn’t rejected Barnes yet, hasn’t shown him that he is not interested in him. Hell, he’s seen him lean into the Omega before when they were standing close, likely to smell him.

It gets Peter’s blood boiling in a way nothing ever has before.

But there is nothing he can do about it.

He tries to amp up his own attempts, tries to show Tony what he could also have if he would just…let go of the thought of expanding their territory. But any attempt he makes at getting closer to Tony feels like it only pushes him farther and farther away from him.

Then again, he’s not the only one driving a wedge between them. It’s Barnes. Of course it’s Barnes. Peter doesn’t think he does it with malicious intent, just for the sake of his pack. He can respect that, as someone who would go certain lengths to protect and nurture his own pack, too, but it stings. It stings that when both he and Barnes are in the room, Tony now only seems to have eyes for the older Omega.

It’s only natural, Peter thinks. Or rather, tries to convince himself. Tony is the oldest Alpha, the wisest, the most experienced. Of course he would go for someone like Barnes, who isn’t the youngest anymore, but neither is he particularly old. He’s in the prime of his life, whereas Peter still has so much learning to do, so many miles to make before he can call himself a real experienced Omega.

Of course experience would seek out experience. But it still hurts, when Peter sees Tony smile at Barnes like that. Sees the way he reacts to him. He wishes that could be him.

For the longest time, Peter and Barnes don’t communicate much at all. They have spoken a few words to each other in passing, exchanged some pleasantries, but it doesn’t go any further than that. Peter was satisfied with that, but Barnes comes up to him one day as Peter is approaching a meeting between the two packs, meaning to join them, and addresses him directly.

“I don’t think you should be here today,” Barnes tells Peter directly, and Peter frowns. He steps aside, trying to get around him, but Barnes steps with him, effectively blocking his path.

“What do you mean? I just want to attend the meeting,” Peter argues.

Barnes shakes his head in warning, and he’s got a look in his eyes that Peter is not sure how to decipher. It feels like it’s trying to tell him something, like Barnes is trying to tell him something, something hidden within the words he’s just said. Why shouldn’t he be here?

“It’s for your own good, Parker,” Barnes says, and while it lacks malice, Peter can’t help but think that the intentions behind it aren’t a hundred percent…pure. “I don’t think you want to be there today.”

The realization dawns on Peter that maybe it’s time for them to discuss a union. Maybe Barnes has noticed Peter’s affections, and is trying to protect him from getting himself hurt. Not that it helps.

They stand there for a few moments, until Barnes seems satisfied that Peter won’t make another attempt at getting past him, and then the older Omega turns and walks down the rest of the path toward where the meeting has been set up. Peter sees Tony sitting at the head of the table, talking to others already seated, and he watches as Barnes enters, and how he brushes a hand over Tony’s shoulders in passing, and how Tony looks up at him and flashes a smile.

Peter turns and walks away, and fails to see how Tony’s head turns expectantly, nor does he see how his expression falls when he notices Peter walking away.

.

Peter starts avoiding Tony following Barnes’ warning. It’s like he knows, deep down, that whatever battle had been going on, he’s lost it, and there is no way to regain equal ground once more. Barnes is far above him. Peter scolds himself for ever thinking that he stood a chance against him in the first place.

He tells himself that it will be good for both of their packs. If they can join territories then that can be so very beneficial for everyone involved, and who is Peter to stand in the way of that, just because he believes he’s in love?

Avoiding your pack leader isn’t the easiest thing to do, but Peter finds a lot of excuses to get out of situations that would bring him near the other. He even starts hanging out with some of the younger Omegas from the other pack, those that sometimes travel with the rest when they come into town to visit. He gets along well with a boy named Harley, who is only a little bit older than he is, but they soon discover they have the same interests and it gets Peter through days where he has to see Barnes hang around Tony better than anything else can.

Harley seems…interested, in him. In a capacity that feels like it must be something more than just friendship. They’re compatible, Peter has to admit. And Harley’s pretty cute.

But Peter is still stuck on Tony. For the time being, at least. And for as long as there isn’t an announcement of a union, Peter doesn’t want to promise himself to anyone just yet. As if he’s still holding on to some little shrivel of hope. It’s ridiculous, and he knows it – but it’s not as if he can help himself.

Especially not when he hears through the grapevine that Tony had been looking for him. He’s been avoiding him for about a week now, and he had never thought that Tony would ever really miss him enough to come looking for him. They used to spend a lot of time together and seemed quite good friends, if you could call it that, sure. But Peter is still surprised when he hears about it.

Since he isn’t necessarily hiding from Tony, just making sure he doesn’t go anywhere he knows Tony will be, the Alpha inevitably finds him.

Harley is in town when he does, and they’re reading from the same book with Peter tucked under the young Alpha’s arm, although Peter is quick to wriggle out of his hold when he sees Tony. He straightens, something that shouldn’t surprise Harley too much. He knows how to greet his own pack leader, too.

“Alpha,” Peter says politely, and twists around to Harley to suggest that maybe they should go and continue reading somewhere else.

“No, that won’t be necessary,” Tony puts a hand up to stop the two from getting up from their comfortable spot among pillows, something that Harley had said resembled a very nice nest. Peter didn’t nest, not often anyway and certainly not nowadays, but the implication of it was nice.

Tony holds a hand out to Peter in offering, palm up. “Walk with me?”

Cautious but curious, Peter takes the hand and lets Tony pull him to his feet. He excuses himself to Harley, says he’ll be right back, and lets Tony lead him away from their spot to walk down a long, winding path that circles their land and offers privacy. Quite a bit of it, too.

Peter is surprised that he has to be the one to take his hand out of Tony’s, since the Alpha is still holding onto it while they’re walking in silence. Peter tucks his hands under his arms, hiding his fingers from the evening chill as it begins to settle.

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” Tony confesses after a long few moments. He sounds tired. Peter immediately worries, and hates that he does.

“About what?” he asks, even though he doesn’t want to know. This has to be about Barnes. He’s convinced that Tony is about to tell him they are going to bond, and explain what that means. After all, Peter hasn’t been to any of their pack meetings for a couple of days. He must have missed the announcement.

“Actually,” Tony corrects himself, “I wanted to know your opinion on something. I’ve been…prepositioned.”

And there it is. Peter takes a deep breath and lets it out as slowly as he can. The conversation has barely even really started and he already wants the ground to swallow him up so that he can effectively disappear. He doesn’t want to hear it, whatever Tony has to say about it. And yet, he hums politely, inquiring wordlessly so as to make Tony continue.

“I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. A member of our neighboring pack has suggested an alliance through an arranged bond. It would be…” Tony sighs, “Good. It would be good, for our pack. And I see you’re getting along with Harley.”

Tony looks over his shoulder as if he’s expecting Harley to be following them or something, but there is no one around. Peter makes another non-committal sound and shrugs. Sure, they’ve been getting along. He likes Harley. He really does. Does he see him as his mate? Not really. But you don’t have to be head over heels for someone to be able to live a long and happy life together.

It’s quiet between them for a few moments, until Tony speaks again. Peter doesn’t want to say anything for fear of saying something that he knows he’s going to regret, so he’s leaving the talking up to the Alpha.

“I wanted to ask your opinion. On the union. Do you think it’s a good idea? I’ve always trusted your intuition.”

Unfortunately, this time around, Peter is forced to speak. He already hates what he’s about to say before it even leaves his mouth. But he knows that Tony is just looking for affirmation. He just wants other people to tell him he’s making the right decision. Peter doesn’t think about why he would do such a thing, he just knows that’s what he’s doing.

“I’m sure Barnes will make a great Omega,” Peter says quietly, avoiding Tony’s gaze. He slows to a stop and looks up at Tony, “I’d like to get back to reading now. Harley and I want to finish the chapter before sundown.”

Tony nods, but seems troubled, like what Peter told him isn’t what he wanted to hear. Nevertheless, Peter bids him goodnight, and returns to where they came from, where Harley is still waiting for him. At least Harley’s only ever had eyes for him. Or so he thinks.

.

Another few days later, Peter is barely awake from his full moon shift the night before, still lazing about in his bed around noon, when someone practically bursts into his tent.

“It’s Tony,” Rhodey says before Peter can even blink the sleep out of his eyes properly, “C’mon, kiddo, get out of bed. He needs you. Hurry up.”

“Wha—” A yawn cuts off Peter’s question, and his pants hit him in the face the very next moment. Peter pulls the article of clothing away just in time to see Rhodey already exiting his sleeping quarters, but not before he throws another few words over his shoulder that has Peter out of bed instantly.

“You better move, Peter. He just went into rut.”

He can smell it immediately when he exits his house, and even if he hadn’t been able to, he could have followed the sound of growling and snarling and snapping further toward the town’s square. Peter hurries there, not even questioning why Tony would be needing him, especially when he’s like this. He must be in a bad way. And it shows, when Peter approaches the scene.

Even before he reaches the epicenter of the chaos, Omegas are being guided away left and right, Betas helping them home, to safety, while the pack’s Alphas are gathered around an obviously rut-crazed Tony.

Off to the right, a small group from the neighboring pack surrounds Barnes, tending to his split lip and bleeding nose, while on the left more Betas fend themselves over injured Alphas.

Peter pauses, clearly in shock. It’s never been this bad. He’s seen Tony go through rut before, has seen him fight his way through several of their strongest Alphas before the craze ends and he finally calms down, or they manage to pin and subdue him.

Now, it doesn’t seem like subduing him is even an option.

Another Alpha wails following the loud, sickening sound of a bone snapping, and Peter’s heart surges. Before he knows what he’s doing, he’s moving forward, toward the mess of Alphas, focused only on pouring out the most calming pheromones he can muster at the moment.

“Stop!” He calls, but his first cry doesn’t reach over the sound of growling, “I said stop!”

Suddenly, an eerie quiet falls over them. It even startles Peter. Normally, only an Alpha can command a pack like that, get them to fall silent like that, listen, and obey. Peter needs only a moment to recover, knowing that time is of the essence, and he continues forward. The silence feels very temporary, and he just wants to get to Tony.

Which he quickly does.

It stinks of aggressiveness and anxious nerves that the Alphas surrounding him are putting into the air, but Tony doesn’t smell like that. Tony smells needy, and confused, and helpless. Peter’s body responds with more calming pheromones, and while he cautiously approaches the wide-eyed pack Alpha, he can see the recognition in his eyes, and see his shoulders relax, if only just a touch.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. It’s just a rut,” Peter says calmly, hands up in surrender so that he can communicate through body language that he means no harm.

Tony’s chest is heaving, and his heart beats fast as Peter puts a gentle hand on his chest. He can feel it thrumming beneath his fingertips.

Peter has no time to ask himself why Tony would react to him so calmly, if he even delivered his soon-to-be mate a black eye. He’s just grateful that Tony seems to be listening. If he’s listening, then there is an opportunity for Peter to get him away from everyone else, and to get him to calm down. But he has to take the chance. And he has to face the consequences.

“Shh. There you go. Just relax. I’m here now,” Peter whispers, “Let me take care of you.”

Slowly, when Peter gives them a look, the Alphas still holding onto Tony let go and back away, leaving Tony to stare at Peter. And Peter, he moves in, wrapping his arms around Tony’s stiff body until he feels him relax into the embrace, and possessively wrap his arms around the Omega in return and tuck his nose into the crook of his neck.

“That’s it. That’s better. Don’t think about all those other Alphas and Omegas. It’s just you and me.”

“P-Peter,” Tony manages, and tightens his hold on the younger Omega.

“That’s right. It’s Peter. Let’s get out of here.”

Tony doesn’t need to be told twice, evidently, as he quickly scoops Peter up bridal style and carries him away. Peter keeps his arms wrapped around the Alpha’s neck, making sure that he doesn’t see or smell anyone else, just him. And it works.

Tony carries Peter to his bedroom and lays him down on the bed with surprising gentleness. He immediately begins tearing at both their clothes, and while Tony’s eagerness combined with his intoxicating scent thrills Peter to no end, he does realize that if what is about to happen, happens, he might be the cause of the alliance falling through, and that’s the last thing he wants.

He stops Tony with a calm hand on the man’s chest, which immediately gets his attention.

“What about the union?” he breathes urgently.

Tony shakes his head.

“No union is worth losing you over,” he growls lowly, and pulls Peter closer.

The whole town knows of the news before it has even been made official, spreading from mouth to mouth like a wildfire, but it’s the inevitable howl coming from the pack Alpha’s home that really confirms the news.

The union is off.

And Peter Parker is the pack Omega now.

[starkerforlife6969]

Starker, Hogwarts AU Angst Edition

Based off an awesome prompt I got! Ft Hufflepuff Peter and Slytherin Tony and a happy ending, in the same universe as the other stories which you can read here and here

TW: Mentions of Abusive Howard, Tony has scars

Peter tries not to think too hard about what he’s doing because otherwise he’s definitely going to chicken out. 

With a little help from Natasha, and some Hufflepuff stealth, he’s managed to sneak into the Slytherin Dungeon’s early one morning. 

Tony’s in the shower when he gets in so he lies on the green, silk-clad bed and tries to look somewhat desirable in his Hufflepuff robes as he waits for his boyfriend. He also can’t help but let his eyes roam around the room. Tony doesn’t have a roommate, because of course, and there are lots of pieces of muggle tech that are semi-familiar to Peter. His dad used to use them, he’s sure. Tony’s cat, Ginger, is napping on the desk by a large folder or brand new textbooks that don’t look like they’ve ever been opened.

It was one of the things that had made Peter dislike Tony originally. He’d never needed to study but he’d always been so smart. 

They’ve only been dating- publicly that is- for a few weeks, but it feels right. The Hufflepuffs had been surly for a few days but Tony’s charming and charismatic and irritatingly likeable. A few Slytherins had given him dirty looks and one or two Ravenclaw girls had seemed rather jealous, but Peter has MJ to send withering looks to anyone and everyone. 

He looks up when the door to the shower opens, and beams when Tony steps in to a cloud of steam; a green towel wrapped low around his waist. Peter realises with a jolt of arousal that this is the first time he’s ever actually seen Tony without a shirt on- they’re both always so frantically desperate for sex they never seem to get to a stage of full-nudity. His dark hair is matted to his forehead and it’s a look that Peter can definitely get behind-

“Peter?” Tony startles, “what are you doing here?”

He doesn’t sound...pleased. Peter sits up, a little sheepishly, “I thought maybe we could...” he raises his eyebrows suggestively, “skip broom practise?” He drags his hands across the bedspread in what he hopes is a sexually graceful move. 

Tony stares at him with something indecipherable in his eyes, before shaking his head. His voice comes out harsh and colder than Peter’s ever heard it. “Not today, Peter. I don’t want to skip class to have sex on my bed at eight in the morning.” He snaps.

The words cut into Peter and he feels his cheeks flame up in humiliation. Hurt pumps into his blood and he has to blink back tears because fuck, he’s not going to start crying over this. “Oh, s-sure,” he nods, biting the inside of his cheek hard as he gets out of the bed. He feels stupid. He probably looks a lot worse than he thought, of course Tony doesn’t want- and he didn’t even ask him first, he should have-he grabs his wand and practically races for the door. 

“Don’t ever come in here without permission again.” Tony says, and Peter stares back at him with wide eyes. Tony’s facing him, face hard, and Peter...Peter doesn’t even know who’s looking at him. He wants to say but you come into the Hufflepuff dorms all the time! He wants to say what are you hiding? He wants to say are you bored of me? 

Instead, he bites his tongue, and races out. 

He does skip broom practise in the end, because he doesn’t want to see Tony. He hides in the Astronomy Tower with Ned and they play chess and resolutely don’t mention anything about Peter’s boyfriend. Tony probably is bored of him. Tony doesn’t do long-term, but-but- he’s been so sweet. So loving and so- it just doesn’t make sense in Peter’s head. 

He’s scared. Tony had seemed genuinely angry. Was there something in his room he hadn’t wanted Peter to see? Something- dangerous?

Peter wouldn’t put it past him. Tony’s been involved in some dark stuff before. But it was always for the greater good- he’s the Slytherin Prince, after all. It comes with the territory. 

He has DADA with Tony, so he doesn’t go. He and MJ go for a walk around the school grounds instead and MJ says: “We should just break into his room and look around ourselves. Find out what that mother-fucker’s hiding.”

Peter frowns at her. “Aren’t you supposed to be a Ravenclaw?” 

“Ye-ah. That’s why I’m giving you the smartest option.” 

“Wouldn’t that be to ask him?”

“You're such a Hufflepuff, Peter. Honestly. How are you gonna ask him anything when you’re clearly going out of your way to avoid him?” 

True enough. 

A week goes by. A whole week. Peter skips class and gets notes from Ned- talking to the Professor’s after hours to get anything he’s missed- but he can’t keep this up. He likes his lessons, for one thing, and secondly, he feels anxious whenever he doesn’t go. He wants to send a letter to Tony, but he doesn’t. He checks his mail slot everyday- Tony never sends him one either.

Have they...broken up? Surely not. You have to talk to someone about that- right? Peter rubs his face miserably as he heads to Potions. He doesn’t know what he did wrong, and he’s afraid that Tony’s doing something wrong, and he’s petrified that a conversation could blow everything up-

A few students are already seated when he walks in. Peter takes a breath, and looks around. 

There’s Tony. Back row, at a desk for two by himself. They’ve been partners for the past few weeks, but- he looks good. In his green tinged robes and his chin resting in his hands as he idly twirls his wand between his fingers. They make eye contact. 

Peter looks away immediately, and his gaze ends up faltering on a Ravenclaw he dimly recognises- also alone. Stephen, a little pretentious, semi-impolite, but otherwise relatively nice guy. Peter scrambles over to him and hovers by the desk. “Hey Stephen,” he says, trying to infuse his voice with as much brightness as he can, “can I sit here?” 

Stephen frowns and gives him a look. “You can. You don’t have to ask me for permission.” 

“Right.” Peter takes the seat and thrusts his backpack under the desk. Stephen’s still staring at him. Peter turns to him and waits. 

“You and Tony have had a fight.” He surmises quietly, and Peter rubs his eyes tiredly. 

“Not a fight, really. I don’t- let’s not talk about it, okay?” 

Stephen shrugs. “Okay.”

All in all, the lesson isn’t bad. He and Stephen work well together and manage to identify all the different roots. Peter manages not to turn around and see whether or not Tony is looking at him, to see who Tony’s working with and to see whether Tony seems to miss him at all. 

Peter misses Tony. 

He’s the last person to leave the classroom, because he wants to make sure Tony gets to wherever he needs to be with no awkward interactions. So he packs his bag, and waves goodbye to the professor and steps out into the hallway. 

Almost immediately, he’s yanked to the right, barely having time to squawk indignantly before he’s being trussed through a door and he looks around with a start; scrambling to get his bearings together before realising that he’s in the room of requirement, with Tony.

It’s their room. 

The one they spent their time in playing chess and tinkering with inventions and making out by the fire. It pangs Peter to be in here and he looks down at the toes of his yellow-brown boots and doesn’t look up at his boyfriend? Peter isn’t sure.

Tony doesn’t speak either, but he’s radiating a furious anger that Peter can only take for so long. He tries to tolerate it, before he bursts and looks up with a spark of exclamation: “Tony!” He cries eventually, “what’s wrong? What are you-“ what are you hiding? What are you doing? Something isn’t right.

“So you’re dating that Ravenclaw now.” Tony spits, voice ice-cold and eyes like steel. 

Peter blinks slowly: confused. He hadn’t expected that. “Huh?”

“Stephen Strange, the Ravenclaw. You moved on pretty fucking quickly.”

Peter flinches at the venom in Tony’s voice, and the Slytherin spots it immediately, and all his features soften and crumple like someone who’s realised that everything is their fault. 

“Oh,” Tony whispers, stepping forward like he’s going to come and embrace Peter, before he catches himself and stays where he is. “No, you-I’m-“ he lets out a wrecked sigh, “fuck, baby, I’m sorry.” He whispers contritely. 

Peter wants to be angry, but he isn’t. The word baby does things to him, and he’s missed Tony, and he’s far more concerned over the fact that Tony might have gotten himself into something bad- dark magic, something dangerous- “What’s going on?” He whispers, nibbling at his bottom lip, “are you…is it…” he doesn’t want to ask. Doesn’t want to accuse. Doesn’t want to push Tony away. He’s grateful now for Tony’s possessive jealousy otherwise he might never have instigated conversation at all. “I promise I won’t…” their eyes meet; Tony’s are wide and scared (scared? Since when does the Slytherin Prince get scared? He isn’t scared of anything), and Peter tries to look as supportive as possible, “I love you, Tony. Whatever you’re doing…whatever you’ve done, I won’t judge you. When you opened the Chamber of Secrets, I-I was still on your side- I always will be, you can trust me-“

“No, Peter,” Tony breathes, and he does cross the room then, and he engulfs Peter in his arms. Peter sags into him. Tony is strong and familiar and he smells like the forbidden forest and expensive silk robes. He cuddles into Tony’s chest; almost whimpering at how much he’s missed this. Them. “No, baby, I’m not- I haven’t done anything like that, I promise. Damn, is that what you thought…no…I swear.”

Peter sniffles gratefully, pulling back to press a gentle kiss to Tony’s chin as he looks up at him. “We need to get better at communicating, then.” He teases softly, but Tony’s face is serious and grim.

“I shouldn’t have treated you like that, when you…” he trails off; guiltily, “that was wrong, I’m sorry.”

Peter waits a beat, but Tony doesn’t offer anything else.

He chews on the inside of his cheek. If Tony wasn’t doing any dark magic, then what…“I love you.” Tony says; more gently this time, like a goodbye, and Peter frowns, watching as his boyfriend sheds his robes and starts unbuttoning his shirt. The small Hufflepuff stares in confusion as Tony gets bare chested before him, and tries to keep his cheeks from going pink at the aesthetic v of his muscles, and how he’d really like to reach out and touch-Tony turns around.

Peter tries to, but he can’t hold back the stifled gasp that comes out.

Glittering like silver are a number of slim, shiny scars all over Tony’s back. Above the rippling muscle, they glint- they’re war scars. Scars of magic- brands of pain- he’s seen them in History text books of Wizard Warriors, not on students, not on people like Tony-

“So there,” Tony mumbles, spinning back around and wrapping his arms around himself like he’s trying to keep himself together. His eyes won’t meet Peter’s, and he looks…he looks ashamed. “Now you know. I didn’t want you to see me- I didn’t want you to know I’m-“

Peter doesn’t know how Tony’s going to finish that sentence, but he cuts him off before he can. “You’re not.” He whispers; wrecked. He can feel tears prick in his eyes but he forces them away, treading over to Tony and reaching out a hand- light as a feather, to trail down over his back. “Tony…how…what…”

Tony grits his teeth; jaw locking and voice faux-light. “My dad has…unreasonable expectations, to put it lightly.”

Peter’s wand leaps out of his pocket and sends of jolt of fire into the fireplace as he bubbles with anger. “Howard did this?” He hisses; blazing like the sun, “he hurt you-“

“Peter,” Tony breathes, cupping his jaw in disbelief, his eyes amazed. “You’re not…you’re not…disgusted?”

“What? No! Tony, godric, no- you’re-“ his brain frizzles as he realises, “did you think I would be- oh Tony,” he flings his arms around his neck, burrowing into his nape as Tony lifts him clean off the ground into a bear hug. Peter peppers kisses along his neck, and whispers his declaration of love in delirious praise. 

“You’re prefect, Tony, I- you’re beautiful, you’re- you’re not going home this winter break.” He pulls back desperately, eyes wide, “you’re coming to my house. Please. Please, don’t go back there, not to him, please- not-“ his voice cracks, “not alone.”

Tony smiles; small but warm. “I’m not alone,” he murmurs, like he’s just realising it for the first time. “Not with you.” 

The scars run too deep to be healed by mere words, but for the first time in his life, Tony thinks that this, this- him and Peter- they might be a start. For the first time in a long time; he feels hopeful. 

[sinninghowlter]

Links to my blogs

Hi! Nika/Sinninghowlter here! So...I have three blogs and I wanted to make sure that each blog was well defined. I know they may be a bit confuzzling, but I thought I’d explain each a bit..... Sinninghowlter (my main blog): Sinninghowlter is the main reason I started all of this and it’s basically a phan (dan and phil) smut and porn blog where I take photos and text posts that sound or look like Dan and Phil, add comments to them and then reblog them. I also reblog smut fics that I enjoy so that you might also read and enjoy them. Also on this blog, you might find memes, uplifting content, and posts by me (tagged #shut up Nika). This blog is absolutely NSFW and should be approached with caution to the fact. I believe it is also unaccessible to those under 18.

Phangirlinghowlter (My Phan Blog): Phangirlinghowlter is basically my secondary phan blog that’s a little bit softer and more safe for work. This blog (I believe) has language on it, but that’s about the only risky topic I can think of (to my knowledge). This blog is mostly reblogged photos/gifs/videos of Dan and Phil content, possible fluffy phanfic, and art. This blog is SFW.

Starkerhowlter (My Starker Blog): Starkerhowlter is my Starker blog. For those who don’t know, Starker is the ship name of Tony Stark (Iron Man) and Peter Parker (Spiderman) of the Marvel Universe. I am aware that there is a massive age gap and that a lot of people don’t like it and deny it in the MCU fandom. (If this is you, I ask kindly that you please please please do not interact with my blog(s).) This blog is a blog of starker art, gifs, and smutty fics for this ship. This is my newest blog, and still is kind of forming into the blog I want it to be. Additionally, there are photos and gifs of the MCU actors. This blog is NSFW. 

Hopefully, you will stick around leave a follow on any of my blogs that you are interested in and if you have any questions, feel free to send them to any of my blogs and I will answer them ASAP. Or you can just say hello! ❤❤

Hope this clears up any misconceptions and I’ll see ya on the blogs,

Peace, 𝓝𝓲𝓴𝓪 ❤

[starker-fanfictions-blog]

some good fics where Peter or Tony think the other doesn't like them?

I haven’t read many, but here’s what I found:

Unrequited by  Kewlmint34

I got you something? by lavenderlotion

The Missing Hours by Sparcina

With catatonic mind and lips by  moshelle

Also, there’s Not in that way by Samioli but I’m waiting for the secon part to write a review ;)

[the-iv-seasons]

Peter’s words after his love confession are so well written, wow

He’s Not My Boyfriend (Redo)

Summary: Peter Parker has been dating Tony Stark for over a month now…Right?

Warnings: Angst is it really.

Notes: This was voted to be redone, because people were not happy with how it came out; but they liked the prompt! So, same basic idea, but redone to be better hopefully.

~~~

Peter hums happily to himself as he gets ready, combing his hair and putting on cologne. It’s Thursday night, which means it’s date night. He and Tony always curl up on the penthouse couch, watch a movie, and eat popcorn. 

They’ve been on other dates, of course; Tony has taken him to all kinds of restaurants, and he even bought Peter a fancy suit for them. He’s always giving things to Peter now, actually. 

They started flirting when Peter turned 18; well okay, Tony started flirting when Peter turned 18. Peter had started flirting way before then. But they had only started actually dating a month ago. One day, Tony just asked Peter to dinner, and then one thing turned into another, and boom: it’s been a month. 

Keep reading

[shivanessa]

top five starker fics?

also i love your art so damn much! xoxo

Oh boi, I took some time to answer that – thanks for the question and the compliment! Made my day! :D

I’ll note down the five fics I connected to the most, but in no ranking because I think all of them are equally important to me. So here we go!

First thing that comes to mind is You’re not yet done by @ursafootprints (ofc, duh). I love the super slow pace, the angst and the sensuality of the fic. The characters are top notch in characterization and Ursa truly makes it work! Amazing!

Second and very close to my heart is Guilty Pleasure by @css1992. I love how they used the adult entertainment trope and how Peter grows during the story (Tony too in his own way). And ofc its super-hot!

All time classic is Stipulations by Anonymous-who-arranged-a-trip-to-church-already. It has everything a starker needs and is an absolute classic.

A newer one and very well-liked by me is Semantics by chelicerata. I love the escort-trope and this is served with heart breaking angst and amnesia. Perfect combination, perfectly executed!

Many of the fics by @starker1975 are amazing but ofc my all time fav is Consultation Degradation, where Tony dirty talks to Peter and Peter is not amused. Love those misunderstandings and solution via communication.

So that’s the most recent. I want to add @pretty-well-funded who does amazing things with darkish Tony and young Peter (especially The Benefactor) and The Pieces I've Lost by @snowstark and @vaguekiwi which is ever so lovely. And countless others who write those perfect pieces and shorts here on tumblr. Ah, too many to mention!

[snowstark]

prince’s flight. 🕊

snowstark’s end of year celebration! ↳ requested by anon: starker royalty au with villain prompt — “Darling, your effort is commendable. Really. But you should stop before you get hurt.” & ���Bloodlust was never a good look on you.” READ ON AO3

Tony catches the boy trying to pick the lock when he makes his way down to the dungeon. The boy doesn’t notice him at first, so Tony takes his time to linger in the shadows. The boy is a scrawny mess; his hair is scruffy and disheveled like he’s been furiously swiping his hand through it for days, and his face is grimy—a stark contrast from his usual appearance. Which, of course, makes sense considering his current circumstances.

The lock clangs on the bars as it slips from his fumbling fingers and the boy lets out a frustrated yell before slumping to the ground, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes. He’s exhausted. Tony can see that his fingernails are thin and chipped away from how he’s been wrestling with the lock for days.

Tony waits three more seconds, then steps out from the shadows. Time to play. “Darling,” he purrs. “Your effort is commendable. Really. But you should stop before you get hurt.”

The boy stares at him, face white as he takes in who’s standing before him.

Tony smiles. “Tony,” he says lightly. “But you can, of course, refer to me as Your Majesty.” He takes delight in how the boy’s face twists with anger at his words. “And you are?”

“You know who I am.”

Tony indulges him. “Prince Peter. Or rather—just Peter. No longer the fine prince of your nation, are you?”

“Better that than a sick dictator like you!”

Tony feigns innocent surprise. “Oh, sweetheart, I think there’s a bit of a misunderstanding here. You see—I’m the furthest thing from a dictator. I’m a King, and a fair one at that.” He stares the boy down, no longer feeling so patient. “It would have done you some good to take a few more lessons with your tutors before rushing off to join the war, I believe. Perhaps then you would have realized the degree to which you’ve endangered your people with your reckless actions.”

“My people are safe,” Peter spits out, hands curling into fists.

“Are they?” Tony raises an eyebrow, lets the boy stew in the ghostly silence that follows his words.

“Don’t hurt them,” Peter says, voice low and trembling—with fear, with anger, Tony isn’t sure. “Don’t you fucking hurt them.” Raw emotions flit across his grime-streaked face; it makes him look younger, and it hits Tony that the boy’s only just come of age. He barely waited a moment to celebrate his birthday with his people before launching himself into the war, he recalls.

“Oh, I won’t be doing anything of the sort.” Tony examines the golden ring on his finger. It glints even in the dim light that streaks the dungeon walls. “I don’t need to. Not when you’re doing the work for me, darling. All I have to do is sit back and watch as they struggle without their golden prince.”

“My father—”

“Your father is dead,” Tony cuts him off brutally. “And you—you’re not much better off, are you? Pitiful, really. Charging nobly into the battlefield to try to save your people, but instead, you doom them and your father’s body. I wonder where it is now, hm? Trampled under some soldiers’ feet, perhaps? Buried in the mud, lost, disgraced?”

Peter’s face pales even more. It’s probably the first time he’s heard of his father’s death. It did, after all, happen after he was secured in Tony’s dungeons. Then, he grows flush. The pink spreads from his neck to his face, darkening into a red as he shoots to his feet, shouting, “You fucking asshole! Don’t you fucking touch my father’s body, don’t you fucking—”

Tony lets him finish shouting. It goes on for an impressively long time; Peter’s voice is scratchy when he finally stops to take a deep, shuddering breath.

Tony clicks his tongue and pretends to check his pocket watch. “Well. It appears as though it’s time for the feast—a celebratory meal, you see, for winning the war.” He smiles cruelly. “Please do feel free to give a shout if you feel so inclined to join us in a civil manner.” He lets his gaze linger on Peter’s tattered tunic before sweeping up to his face. It’s scrunched up and dark with nothing but hatred and fury, and it lights a delightful fire in Tony’s gut.

He smiles, meeting Peter’s venomous glare, then heads towards the staircase. But before he reaches the second step, he turns and says appraisingly, “You know, bloodlust was never a good look on you, pretty boy. Not when you were a prince, and certainly not now.”

And with that, he leaves, hearing nothing but the boy’s ragged breathing echoing in the dungeons.

[spiderlinging]

Dryerlint Starker Masterlist

My Starker Masterlist. Forewarning, it's all Explicit, cuz that's how I do.

Drop Dead Legs (Complete - 9,991)

Tony had become a bit obsessed with Peter's bare legs.

Or

5 times Tony looked but didn't touch, and 1 time he couldn't resist

The Name on Your Lips (Complete - 29,271)

Dealing with the aftermath of No Way Home, Peter Parker makes a life for himself under a new identity. He never imagined that almost seven years later he would come face to face with Tony Stark back from the dead. While Tony not recognizing him was unsurprising, the hunger in his eyes as he looked the boy up and down certainly was.

Much Ado About Tropes (Complete - 59,246)

Aliens kidnap Tony and Peter. Misunderstanding what they discovered about human culture on the internet, the aliens rely on using a list of common fanfic tropes to get the two superheroes together. (Just give it to the end of chapter 3 before giving up on it!)

My Fair Peter (Complete - 32,174)

To help them obtain the location of an alien tech auction, SHIELD enlists Peter to go undercover to seduce and trick a billionaire arms dealer who has taken a shine to the spiderling. Since Peter has no idea how to act like a billionaire, SHIELD demands that Tony train him. The only problem is that Mr. Stark, the man Peter’s been crazy about since he was fifteen, has been avoiding him like the plague for the last year and he has no idea why.

Freaky Friday (Complete - 40,626)

Tired of the unresolved sexual tension between Tony and Peter, Wanda casts a body swapping spell to help give them the push they desperately need.

Closure (Complete - 10,726)

For several years, Peter Parker has been followed by a mysterious stranger that shows up during his major milestones. On his 21st birthday, he is determined to find out who his stalker really is. He never expected it to be a man from his past that he never managed to get over.

[jordanparker]

i want a 50k+ fic of the avengers as various mythical creatures and the only plot is them trying to get peter and tony together. like nat as a tree nymph being the one to always hear tony complaining that "oh but hes just so adorable, i wanna hold him so bad." and so she starts to complain to steve, a centaur that wanders the forest and is friends with peter, who also complains abt wanting to be w/tony, and suddenly the whole forest knows that theyre in love with each other EXCEPT for tony and peter.

River spirit Tony asking out the cute witch he sees reading underneath a tree by his river everyday

[stuckonstarker]

masterlist

be warned, most of these suck

starker fics (over 1k wc)

vanilla and cherries (smut, omegaverse, intersex omegas)

tony is a horny omega and peter is a shy alpha (HS AU, cheating)

only a kiss (light angst, love confessions)

sleeping beauty (smut, noncon/dubcon, somnophilia)

estranged (smut, incest, noncon/dubcon, underage, dark tony)

the importance of family (smut, incest, noncon/dubcon, underage)

the promotion (smut, dubcon)

never tasted so cute (smut, fluff)

love & loss (angst, love confessions, this is pretty bad tbh ;-;)

tale of the estranged (smut, incest, dark tony)

happy birthday, mr. president (love affair, president tony)

runaway groom (angst, love affair)

storm (smut)

forbidden fruit (priest tony, demon peter, smut, this is bad)

starker (drabbles, under 1k wc)

we keep going back (angst, fluff, alcohol)

peter is in the hospital and tony is worried (vague injury, fluff)

tony has a stressful day and peter helps him (fluff)

omegaverse tony kidnaps peter for breeding (noncon, no explicit smut)

peter is sleepy (fluffy asf)

the rogue avengers are pardoned, tony is panicked (angst, fluff, panic attacks)

fireworks stress peter out (angst, panic attack)

untitled pwp (smut)

untitled pwp blowjob edition (smut)

tony and peter kiss but tony is an alcoholic (angst, fluff)

peter is a sugar baby (pretty whack tbh, do not rec)

peter decides to seduce tony (whack asf too)

baby it’s cold outside (based off of the song)

the barraette  (pre-relationship, fluff)

blood 

jealous tony in an uncomfortable interview (protectiveness, weird interviewer)

nicknames (fluff)

peter distracts tony while a movie plays

tony feels guilty for wanting peter (angst)

love (fluff)

the omega part one, part two

angsty age difference

peter takes care of a stressed tony

a cat person

lazy sex (smut)

dazed (pwp)

silent (angst)

peter thinks tony is cheating part one, part two (angst, misunderstandings)

tony tells morgan how him and peter fell in love (fluff)

daddy’s boy (smut, daddy kink)

what he wants (heavy angst, unhealthy relationships)

nightmare (hurt/comfort, nightmares)

making love (smut)

peter breaks up with tony (heavy angst, no comfort)

tony thinks peter is adorable (fluff)

walking alone (major character death, heavy angst)

will you marry me?  (peter proposes to tony, fluff)

manhattan (smut)

your broken toy  (heavy angst, hurt no comfort)

sleep

untitled angst (heavy angst, hurt no comfort)

just brothers (incest, funny)

peter is a cold dork

never enough (angst, break up)

peter wakes tony up at 3am (crackfic)

sleepy sunlight (fluff)

tony comforts a crying peter (fluff, angst, comfort)

winter fluff

cabin fluff

love (angst, major character death, grief)

starker headcanons

first kiss headcanons

tony is a protective dad and peter is morgan’s babysitter

peter proposes to tony

sidetracked

sappy starker

[bitterlemonwater]

forgot I could post abt this here—

Chapter Ten

everything hurts but at least we have Ned and MJ :’)

I am back on my bullshit

Show Me Your Love 

That highly Peter-centric ironspidershield non-powered au that’s like 86% angsty feelings and 200% porn.

[bislytherinstarkerfangirl]

Masterlist

I probably haven’t done enough to make a masterlist, but I’m going to do one anyway. Please send me asks. Or at least feedback on my fanfics and moodboards. All Fanfics and Ficlets in this series.

Fanfics

Starker flower shop AU   (Ao3)

Starker soulmate AU    (Ao3)

Winterspider - Bucky is looking for his baby, watch out HYDRA: part 1 & part 2    (Ao3)

Starker - rejection    (Ao3)

Starker misunderstanding    (Ao3)

Starker suit kink    (Ao3)

Starker Incubus AU: part 1, part 2 (Ao3)

Ficlets

Ao3 - ficlets

Starker -  Extremis!Tony/Blind!Peter 

Starker - Smitten Alpha!Tony

Starker -  Suffragette Omega!Peter

Starker - Praise kink

Starker - Don’t cry/ abused!peter/protective!tony au

Starker - Spider twink/stripper!peter parker

Starkercest - Back to school

Starker - Prison AU

Starker - Sleepy Peter Fluff

Starker - Brothers AU/Little!Tony Stark

Starker - Katsura tree (alpha/alpha fluff)

Moodboards (all Starker)

Sugar baby!Peter Parker moodboard

Mob boss!Tony Stark moodboard

Possessive!Tony Moodboard

Passing Notes in Class - Teacher!Peter/Student!Tony

Brat!Tony Stark/Dom!Peter Parker

Tony falls for Peter who has to kill him

Wings AU - Beck kidnaps Peter

Starker Avengers interview

Painter Tony infatuated with Peter

Soft/Cute Peter 

Psychopath!Peter/Smitten!Tony