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AO3 pseud for Starker fic HERE
This is a sideblog so follows come from my main.
Me = Fandom Elder, ND, Spoonie
Ship and let ship, kink tomato, etc.
Happy to make new friends and chat. I love helping out creatively in any way I can 🥰
DMs are open to fellow shippers!
Omg I never posted that video I made! I’m half asleep now but I’m hoping seeing my own post will remind me later!
Still enjoying my new sketchbook, trying out smooching poses
SMOOCHES 🥺🥺🥺
going a bit nsfw seems like tony’s making love to peter from behind 😌😌😌 I need.
The way Tony moans, “oh, Kid”, while Peter rides him slow and hard is just 🥵🥵🥵
Peter having butterflies from that 🥴🥴🥴
The funny thing is, he would 🤣
Im glad we are on the same boat 😌😌😌
I SEE NO LIE.
Peter Parker in denial
(another of my old posts from my old blog)
where is my mutual pinning starker at
Peter comes home after a long day at uni, absolutely exhausted and just plonks down on the couch
Tony sits down next to him and lovingly rubs his back and asks “anything I can help you with”
And Peter murmurs in a tired voice into the pillow “wanna squeeze your pecs”
They’re both stunned for a moment but then Tony has his shirt of and Peter’s hand placed on his pec in literal seconds and after that it just becomes a thing.
Because it’s kind of like a fidget toy that helps Peter destress after a long day
this is the only spidey ship ever, don't @ me this is also a nudge that if you ship starker could we....perhaps.....be friends..... 👉👈
Peter making Tony do a catwalk for him when he gets his new order of almost the same dress shirts just so he can unashamedly watch Tony take of his shirt again and again (he also makes him roll up the shirt arms every time because it’s just sexy)
I could fix him. I could make him worse. Good for you. I could gently take the weapon out of his shaking, blood-soaked hand and hold him until he finally believes that he doesn't have to be defined by all the ways the world has hurt him. Then we could ruin the lives of everyone who has ever treated him like he's a monster who doesn't deserve love.
Tony meets and hooks up with Peter at a club one night. Days pass and he still hasn't gotten the boy out of his mind. Imagine his surprise when he comes home to discover Peter at their kitchen table tutoring Morgan.
What kind of story is it?
-Are the two men hooking up immediately in a closet or bathroom unable to wait any longer, leaving Morgan cluelessly doing her homework several rooms over?
-Did Peter do something to Morgan's real tutor to ensure he and Tony cross paths again?
-Does Tony pretend to not remember Peter in front of Morgan, but then later that night follows the boy home?
It's whatever path you want to take it
Tony froze in place at the sight of a very familiar head of brown curls bent toward Morgan’s math assignment. His fingers twitched at his sides with instant sense memory of tugging on that hair to make the owner whimper a little harder. He could remember the graceful arch of that slender neck, bared to his teeth.
It had been a couple weeks now so the bite marks would have faded but Tony could nearly recall exactly where they’d been that night. Under the dim and shifting lights, purple and blue like a fresh bruise, he’d admired his own handiwork before catching that red, red mouth in another searing kiss.
The younger man looked up and his brown eyes went wide as dinner plates. Their gazes locked for a breathless beat, Tony’s pulse buzzing in his ears. The boy’s lips parted and Tony could remember the taste, sweet and ripe. All for him.
“Daddy!” Morgan’s happy greeting broke the trance and both men looked away.
“Hey Maguna. Whatcha workin’ on there?” He stepped further into the room, noting a worn and faded backpack he didn’t recognize leaning against one table leg.
Morgan pulled a face. “Math. Duh. That’s why Peter’s here.”
The younger man watched him almost warily, cheeks tinged pink. The knuckles of the hand holding his pencil were slowly turning white. “Mr. Stark,” he croaked out, throat working silently.
“The new tutor, right? Pep didn’t mention you made house calls.” Tony raised a single brow. “And on a weekend, even. I hope we’re paying you time and a half.”
“Mrs. Stark—“
“Oh, she’s gone back to Ms. Potts now. Surprised she didn’t mention that either.” Tony crossed his arms over his chest. “How’d you get clearance to be in my penthouse, Peter?”
“Dad, oh my God. Don’t be weird. Peter’s totally nice. I emailed him that this homework was kicking my ass—“
“Butt. Please. Let’s try to pretend we have some decorum in this house,” Tony corrected his daughter with an indulgent smile.
Morgan made a mildly rude noise but smiled back. She was barely even a ‘tween’ yet but every day she looked more like her mother. And acted more like her father. God help them both.
“It’s due on Monday and I really didn’t wanna miss Jenny’s pool party but Mom said I couldn’t go if it wasn’t finished. And she said she’d kick your… butt if you let it slide again like last time. So to save all our butts, I asked if Peter could help.” Morgan finished matter of factly, looking quite proud of herself. “Uncle Happy already said he was ok so you can’t even be mad about that.”
Tony had crossed to where she was seated as she spoke and dropped a kiss onto the top of her head. “Not mad, Princess. Just. Surprised. Taken aback. As it were.”
Morgan gave him a half skeptical look but took this in stride. “Anyway, we’re almost finished so you can order dinner if you want. I want pizza.”
“Oh, can I?” Tony finally looked at Peter again. “Isn’t she magnanimous?”
The color in Peter’s face seemed to have re-regulated a little when he was not the center of attention but it flared warm once more, staining across his high cheekbones as he managed a weak chuckle in response.
Tony knew how it felt to run his thumbs over those sculpted cheeks, feel the heat of them. He had mapped the contour of that barely stubbled jaw with his mouth, felt Peter’s pulse rabbiting under his tongue.
“M-Morgan’s great. Uh. She’s a great kid. Really smart. Just needed a few key pointers.” Peter’s smile was shaky but genuine, even as he was clearly struggling to look directly at Tony. Gaze darting away immediately when it got too close to making contact.
Morgan preened under the praise (again, far too like her father) and started organizing the worksheets and graphing paper. It was pretty advanced stuff for her age and grade but that was why Tony paid a fortune for her excellent schooling. And for private tutoring from a local student at Columbia.
A student who apparently also frequented at least one of the night clubs that Tony occasionally hit up in a desperate attempt to numb the boredom on weekends when he wasn’t parenting.
They hadn’t left the club together and Tony had been regretting it ever since. He’d gone back to the bar to grab them a couple more drinks, both of them overheated from grinding in a secluded corner of the otherwise packed space. Unfortunately, he’d been recognized and after pulling evasive maneuvers, lost track of the beautiful boy.
Of all the gin joints, Tony thought wryly.
“Well. I can get going since it’s really just that last bit of showing your work,” Peter told Morgan, starting to rise from his seat.
“Or you could stay for pizza,” Morgan said. “Dad always gets garlic knots and cheesy bread and then complains about ordering too much food.”
Tony made a sound of mock outrage. “Oh and who was it that threw a fit last time I didn’t get the cheesy bread? Hm?”
Morgan fixed him with a square look, her tone unwaveringly serious. “Yeah. That’s because cheesy bread is delicious.”
Peter presses his lips tightly together but Tony caught the grin he was trying to swallow. “Thanks but I couldn’t—“
“Why not?” Tony countered, rounding on the slightly shorter man, now they were both standing. “I mean, you heard the lady. I order way too much food. And cheesy bread is delicious.”
Peter finally met his eyes again, expression searching. “It wouldn’t be, um,” his gaze flicked to Morgan then back, “intruding?”
Tony cocked his head to one side, giving Peter a slow, half-lidded once over. “Well, I heard my head of security already cleared you. Morgan and Pep both speak highly of you as a tutor. Maybe it’s Daddy’s turn to… get to know you better.” He laid a careful hand on Peter’s shoulder, letting his thumb dip just inside the collar of the boy’s T-shirt. “If you’d like that.”
They were close enough and the room was well lit so there was no hiding the way Peter’s pupils dilated. His Adam’s apple bobbed then he nodded his head vigorously. “Yeah.” The word came out a cracked whisper but he cleared his throat and tried again. “Yes. Sir. Mr. Stark. I’d like that a lot.”
Morgan hummed a pop hit off-key under her breath as her pencil scratched against the paper, helpfully oblivious.
Tony gave Peter as wicked a grin as he dare risk with his kid still so close. “Great. If it gets too late, you can always crash in one of the spare rooms here.”
Peter licked his lips, blatantly watching Tony’s mouth, and heaved a ragged exhale. “Wow. Thanks. That, uh, might be a good idea. I live kinda far.”
“I do like to be a generous host,” Tony assured him with a wink. “Now. What do you like on your pie?”
Peter sparring with Tony. Peter pins Tony down and ends up straddling his hips. Tony tries to flip them back over, but Peter keeps him pinned down with a victorious grin on his face. "Hah!" he's exhausted but clearly giddy with himself, "Admit defeat, Mr. Stark!" Tony's not one for losing, and definitely too prideful to lay back and take the kid's smug attitude. Tony starts to tickle Peter's sides and Peter ends up flailing on Tony's lap in a fit of laughter, his now weak hands throwing harmless punches at Tony's chest in a futile attempt to knock him away. (except tickling Peter was not smart on Tony's part. thanks to all the thrashing and shuffling, he's hard now. poor guy.)
The Thing (1982)
Dealing w/ The Thing in 1982 or just living in 2025. Same.
