#young starker

[tnptlover]

peter: ilovefuckingyoutony

peter: i fucking love you tony***

tony: let's make the first one real 😉

peter: 😳

[muse-of-gods]

Starker: Prom Date 💜

For their first date, Tony asks Peter to go to prom with him. They are both super nervous when Tony arrives on Peter's doorstep to pick him up, but it ends up being a wonderful night. They dance together the whole time and also share their first kiss on the dancefloor. And of course they are the topic in their school the next day.

[lisa-is-writing]

Mascot (young Starker)

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Tony stomped on the spot, unable to calm the energy raging in his body. There was no one under the stands, although some football players and fans were still hanging around the field itself. Stark kept wondering when they would finally be alone. They are Tony and Peter, but Peter was slightly late for their meeting; either he was afraid that they would be seen (which is very stupid – everyone at school knew that they were dating), or he was late after class. Unlike the football players, who were excused from classes for the whole day in honour of the game, ordinary students were still forced to follow the schedule, although the administration generously allowed them to attend the match. Nevertheless, after the teeth-wrenched victory over the team of another school, learning is the last thing anyone wanted. Tony grinned, imagining students disrupting classes with chants, pissing teachers off. But not Peter. Peter snorts indignantly at something like this and burrows deeper into a book or notebook, brings his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose in an absolutely charming expression, and bites his lip. Imagining it, Tony wanted to see him even more.

He looked at his watch and sighed, turning around once more, looking for Peter. The lesson ended fifteen minutes ago, the match – all two hours ago. They didn't manage to meet after the game: Tony was pulled into the locker rooms by a crowd of joyful athletes and cheerleaders, and everyone else immediately went to class. But now the school day is officially over, and Peter shouldn't have any electives according to the schedule. Stark was getting more and more nervous with every passing minute, the desire to talk about the game was smoothly replacing by excitement. A desire to run to the chemistry class and pull his boyfriend out of the teacher's tenacious grip, referring to urgent matters. And he doesn't care if there are consequences – he missed Peter too much. They hadn't spent more than an hour together for the whole day, and it was killing Tony. In the morning Peter, as usual, came to school with him in a life-battered Audi, and before the game ran out onto the field and gave his boyfriend a strong kiss, casting all shades of red. Then he said that Tony already was the best for him, and the outcome wasn't important. It had helped Stark led the team to victory – the captain's attitude affects all players. 

And now, when Stark wanted to thank Peter for bringing good luck, he was unbelievably late. Has he gone home or something? But they had an agreement – Tony remembered texting him right after the match that he would be waiting for him under the stands as soon as lessons were over. Offended, maybe? But why?

He was about to call, ready to break the established rule "no calls until the end of the business day", but he didn't even have time to pull out his mobile phone from his pocket. He heard soft rustling footsteps from behind, and a second later, someone's hard torso pressed against his back, and thin hands slowly slid along his waist. Tony breathed out in relief and turned around, meeting Peter's sparkling brown eyes. Stark immediately put his palms on the boy's slightly scarlet cheeks and pressed their lips with a kiss, the whole inside had squeezed with pleasure. Parker stood up on his toes and gripped the protruding shoulder blades with his fingers, tilting his head and opening his mouth, letting Tony's tongue inside. He almost purred and snuggled even closer to his boyfriend. The forehead was tickled by curly bangs, fluttering eyelashes from time to time touched the cheeks, thin deft fingers did not stop moving for a moment, fingering the fabric of a baggy jacket. They didn't want to come off each other at all, the desire to stand and kiss until sunset was stronger than any other needs, but Peter pulled away first. He pulled away enough to breathe in some air, their lips were almost touching, his boyfriend's hot breath scorched his cheeks, and Tony could feel Peter's chest heaving against his own. The sight of Parker, dishevelled and languished, made his chest hurt, and his lips unwillingly stretched into a warm smile.

"Hi," Peter said and gave Tony a full hug, burying his nose in his neck.

Stark wrapped his arms around the boy's shoulders and pressed the guy closer to him, inhaling the chemical smell of shampoo from the curls.

"Yes, the chemist wanted to discuss the results of the last test with me."

"Is it that bad?"

"Rather too good," Peter snorted, sending goosebumps down Tony's neck. "He thought I had cheated."

"Asshole," Stark replied irritably. "You're obviously a goddamn genius."

"Maybe that's why he has latched to me. No one likes to feel stupid in front of a schoolboy."

"Well, he can go to hell," Tony left a long kiss on the Peter's temple. "You're still the best for me."

He broke off their embrace to take off his jacket and spread it out on the grass, closer to the lower support beams. Tony sat down, leaning his back against the metal pipe, and opened his hands in an inviting gesture. Peter immediately sank down next to him and settled between his spread legs half-sideways, wrapping his arms around Stark's waist again. He ran his palm into the wild curls of hair below the nape of his neck, scratching the skin with short nails, what made Parker almost purr.

"So will you tell me about the match, champion?" Peter drawled after a few minutes of fondling and looked into Tony's eyes. "Or what are we here for?"

"There's nothing to tell," Stark shrugged. Now, when he held Peter in his arms, inhaled the smell of his hair, listened to his calm breathing and cheerful twitter, the victory seemed completely unessential. Yes, he had a lot of fun knocking down rivals, and the way the crowd chanted their names lifted Tony above the sky. But he was always looking for that brown eyes in the crowd. He wanted Parker to be proud of him, to wear his jacket on his shoulders without a drop of shame and hold his hand tightly, not being shy of anyone. "You saw it yourself."

"Yeah, how you literally trampled them all into the ground," Peter laughed and stroked Tony's cheek with his palm, leaving a light kiss on the tip of his nose. The footballer grimaced and smiled happily, unable to take his eyes off the dilated pupils opposite his own, shining with happiness and pride. "You were amazing." Was running around the field like a damn Flash. The victory was deserved at least three times."

"We won thanks to you."

"Thanks to me?" Peter raised his eyebrows in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"If you hadn't come to me before the game, if you hadn't watched me from the stands, we wouldn't have won."

"That's very nice, Tony, but I don't think it's my merit."

"Peter, you're my mascot," Stark smiled softly and gently kissed the boy on the lips, feeling the muscles relax under his hands, and Parker himself seemed to flow down his body. "As long as you're with me, I can do anything, not just win football matches. Do you want me to throw the world at your feet?"

They laughed, touching their foreheads and twining their fingers together. Tony liked to catch Peter's breath with his lips, stroke his slightly hunched back, enjoy the calm silence. He loved his active lifestyle – to run somewhere, to do something, to be in the very centre of events, to be the event itself. But when a quiet and shy boy appeared in his life, such moments became more valuable than the whole world – just being together, when there was no need to talk and go somewhere. When you can just be. Peter didn't like being the centre of attention, but when he did have to be in Tony's environment, he shone so brightly that it would fit to squint. It's like looking at the sun at sunrise: it shines softly, does not hurt your eyes, and tears flow because of how beautiful it is. The guy wasn't the centre of Stark's universe, everyone had their own priorities and pivot points, but when they were together, Tony felt invincible. He wasn't lying – as long as Peter held his hand, he could do anything.

"You're so charming," Peter cooed, and left a dry kiss on Tony's cheekbone, "but instead of hanging around here, we could warm in your bed."

"Why not in yours?"

"Because today my aunt returned from the night shift, she needs rest."

"Right. We will interfere with her."

Tony played with his eyebrows and lightly bit Peter's ear while he was laughing. He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, to which he received a slightly annoyed look from his boyfriend. Parker immediately got off his lap and sat down next to him, so close that their hips were tightly touching. Stark grinned and lit a cigarette from an almost empty lighter, taking a deep drag, and then one more. Peter was silent, only breathing briefly through his nose, until he took the cigarette from his fingers and brought it to his lips. Tony shook his head, watching the gray smoke penetrate between the bitten lips and immediately dissipate in the air. Peter took another drag and gave the cigarette to Tony, lowering his guilty gaze to the neat lawn, crumpled in places by the traces of their sneakers. It's a shame that he smokes, because he should be a good boy. But Stark was delighted with his flaws – they made Peter so alive, so real. And no, he didn't start smoking because of him, Peter got to it himself. He has repeatedly said that such a habit does not benefit anyone, but still from time to time he inhaled nicotine and methodically exhaled through the nose. 

Quickly finishing his cigarette, Tony sighed and put one arm around Peter's shoulder, pulling him close to him. The bitter smell of tobacco hung between them, but no one was repelled by it. Parker sighed and shifted, twisting their fingers together, squeezing until the knuckles turned white.

"Come on, champ," there was a smile in his voice, "get your gorgeous ass up and let's go. I'm starving."

"Well, if that's the case," Tony also smiled and stood up, pulling his boyfriend's hands too hard: he abruptly got to his feet and, by inertia, slammed his body into Tony's torso, and they laughed. "Come on, poor thing, I'll feed you. What about burgers?"

Peter laughed and picked up Stark's jacket from the ground. He brushed it off the grass and threw it over his shoulders, blushing under the burning gaze of the owner. Tony couldn't resist and kissed his boyfriend again, holding the neck with his palms, stroking his crimson cheeks with his thumbs. A sweet sigh escaped Parker's lips, his hands clutched at Stark's broad shoulders. The kiss tasted like cigarettes.

"You're incorrigible, Stark," Peter whispered, pulling away, receiving a wide grin and another kiss on the cheek.

"Usually after matches I have a brutal appetite," Peter just rolled his eyes at the ambiguity of the words. "By the way, there will be a victory party tonight. Will you be my plus one?"

Parker hesitated only for a moment before timidly shaking his head in agreement. He wasn't very enthusiastic about noisy events, as was mentioned earlier, and this fact made Tony appreciate his boyfriend even more – he would do anything to make him happier. And Stark gave himself a hundredfold in return.

"I will, of course," Peter said, and walked slowly towards the car park. He gracefully climbed over the diagonal support pipes of the stands, it was difficult for Tony to take his eyes off him. Normally as awkward as a newborn duckling, Parker now looked like a cat, graceful and lithe. Stark followed Peter and caught up with him very quickly.

"Where are we going?"

"For burgers, sir," Peter chuckled and walked out onto the field, turning to face Tony. "Then to your home so that I can congratulate you on your glorious victory, and then to a celebration in your honour." 

"Great plan," Stark smiled and took Peter's hand, what made him blush instantly. Tony laughed and went forward, pulling the guy after him. "Let's hurry up then, otherwise we'll miss something. And I don't want to exclude any of the points."

"Of course you don't," Parker snorted and quickened his pace to catch up with Tony. Stark squinted and said honestly:

"With you, I'm ready to reach the edge of the world."

Peter's smile at that moment could light up the whole Earth, but Tony felt that he was the only one who was awarded his light. And it's not that he's in a hurry to share it with anyone else.

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[snowstark]

If you're still taking smut prompts then can I ask for 96 + 87 with starker please? Thank you!

87. “Fuck you.”

96. “You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later?”

amazing choices! i am def still taking prompts; it’s just going painfully slow. anyways, i made them roommates in college, i hope you don’t mind.

When Peter had decided to watch the youtube video titled “How to Self-Bondage 101” to experiment, he hadn’t meant to get this tangled up. No pun intended.

The instructions had been clear. Take the rope, loop it around his back, avoiding his shoulder blades, then cross it back over his chest with just enough slack that he could easily slip two fingers underneath.

And then he’d gone and decided to put a twist on it and improvised by slipping his arms underneath so that the rope restrained his forearms, folding them across his chest, which was, quite obviously, the worst decision he’d ever made.

Because now he was stuck.

And panicking.

He couldn’t figure out how to get himself unstuck.

And maybe if he wasn't freaking out so much, he would’ve been able to slip back out, maybe, but before he could try to do a fucking breathing exercise or something, he heard the telltale humming of—of—oh no. Keys jingled outside the door and Peter scrambled to his feet far too quickly, sending his desk chair skidding across the room.

“Tony!” he called out, and his voice came out strained and high-pitched in his panic. “Don’t—don’t come in!”

There was a pause, and then— “You okay, Petey-Pie?”

“Yeah, yes!” No. “And don’t call me that.”

“Well... you don’t really sound okay.”

“I am okay. I am. I’m just, uh—just, you know, doing that.” His face flushed red at the excuse he’d come up with, but hey, they were both guys in college, they’d both definitely had moments where they heard the other jacking off in the middle of the night and had pretended not to hear or notice, for both of their sakes. Peter wriggled desperately, and nope, it wasn’t working. He bit his lip, closing his eyes, and mouthed to himself, “Fuck.”

“Well, can I at least put the groceries inside? I’ll be quick, I’ll close my eyes, I promise, ‘s nothing I haven’t seen before, Pete—” And the doorknob twisted as Tony spoke teasingly, and Peter yelped a mortified, “No!”

But it was too late; Tony opened the door, and in Peter’s haste to—to do something, to try to somehow preserve an inch of whatever dignity he had left, he flailed, and fell backwards flat on his ass onto the cold hardwood floor. “Fuck!” he swore. That was going to bruise.

“Jesus, are you okay? I didn’t mean to scare you, I—” Tony broke off, staring as his jaw dropped at the sight of Peter’s state.

Peter closed his eyes, and his cheeks glowed with heat. This was officially the worst thing that had happened to him. Ever. “I told you not to come in,” he said weakly.

“I didn’t know you were—!” Tony abruptly broke off and kicked the door shut, placing the groceries carelessly on the floor. A few grapes spilled out of their plastic container and rolled a few inches away from the bags, but they both ignored it. “Christ, Pete. How the hell did you manage that?" He stepped forward, like he wanted to help, then stopped. "You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later?” He grinned, looking fucking delighted, because he was Tony, of course he was delighted.

“Fuck you,” Peter gritted out. “Fuck. Since you’ve already seen it, you might as well help me out.”

“Oh, I should, should I?” Tony raised his eyebrows teasingly. "Help you out how?"

Peter groaned. “Don’t be a dick, Tony.”

Tony hummed, sauntering over to his opened laptop, and laughed again. “Self-Bondage 101, Pete? That’s cute.”

Peter’s cheeks burned. He wasn’t—he wasn’t ashamed or anything, just—when Tony laughed and teased like that, it made him feel small.

“Yeah, alright, lemme help you. You look like you’ve been stuck for a while now.” Tony came over and Peter instinctively shied away, but Tony hooked a finger on the rope and reeled him in close. Close enough that Peter could smell his cologne. God, Tony smelled delicious. And the feeling of him—surrounding him, fingers working at the knots Peter had tied, touch ghosting over Peter’s skin as he gently yanked, it was all so much. Peter heard Tony’s smirk as he said, “Enjoying yourself?”

“Clearly.” Peter sagged in relief when he felt Tony pull the rope free, releasing his arms, and he finally opened his eyes, realizing that at some point, he'd closed his eyes. There was a teasing glint in Tony’s gaze, but also—there was more, something that he couldn’t quite get a read on— “Thanks.”

“Yeah, I gotcha.” Tony bumped his hip playfully against Peter’s, then went to pick the grapes up from the floor. “Steve said movie night’s in his room tonight. You coming?”

“Uh, no, no, I’ll pass.” He had a lot of class work. Besides, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to look Tony in the eye again.

Tony shrugged. “Suit yourself. I’m heading there early. If you change your mind, you know where to find us.” He grabbed his phone, pocketed it, and headed for the door.

Peter numbly watched him, still unable to process that this had happened, when—

“Oh, and Pete?”

Peter blinked. “Yeah, Tony?”

Tony grinned. “Next time you wanna be tied up, just call me. You don’t need self bondage when you got me.” And he left, closing the door behind him, leaving Peter gaping with wide eyes in the room.

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[mirystelle]

A new project without future...

[honeyimthedevil]

High school AU

Pairing: Peter Parker x Tony Stark

15 Y/O Peter

17 Y/O Tony

Word count: 1K

***

It's been hard for Peter in high school since he came out as trans. People were always misgendering him, calling him by his dead name. But not one person. And this turned out to be his secret boyfriend, Tony Stark- the popular guy. Tony was standing up for Peter and protecting him from the school bully, Flash Thompson. And Peter was grateful for it. But when Tony wasn't there it always turned out bad for the boy, he always ended up with at least a bruised lip and a black eye.

And that day was a particularly bad day. Tony wasn't at school and Flash was feeling extra bitchy. So, what better target than Peter. When school was over for the day, Flash and his grooms cornered the boy in an alley. What happened after wasn't pretty. They were punching him, and kicking him, one of them ripped his shirt open. They left him on the ground and walked away, laughing. Peter picked his phone from the ground and dilated Tony's number. After three rings he heard the warm voice saying, "hey, baby"

In response he got a broken sob from Peter.

"Pete... Pete, where are you?" He asked. You were able to hear him rumbling through his keys to unlock the car.

"Th- the alley... behind the sch- hool"

"I'm coming, Pete"

The roaring of the engine was loud. Tony sped through the streets. He wanted to get to Peter as soon as possible. He was there ten minutes later. Tony jumped out of the car, not turning it off. He ran to the body on the ground and sat next to him.

"Hey Pete," he gently placed a hand on his shoulder, "can you tell me where does it hurt the most?"

"My- my arm" the boy whispered.

"Okay, darling, I'm gonna pick you up and bring you to the hospital"

"No! N- no hospitals" Peter pleaded.

"I... okay, okay Pete, no hospitals. I'm gonna put you in the car and we'll go to mine so I can treat your wounds"

"O- okay"

Tony set his hands under Peter's knees and arms and picked him up. He walked to the car and put him on the passenger seat. Tony got in his place and put Peter's seat belt on before putting his own. He drove off, glancing at Peter from time to time. When they arrived at the mansion Tony picked Peter up the same way and walked in the house. He put him down on the couch and went to get the first aid kit. He took a cotton ball with some rubbing alcohol on it and ran it along Peter's lip and the cut on his cheek.

"I need to take of your shirt" Tony said and got a nod in response. The boy slipped the shirt out, it was easy since it was ripped in the middle. With another cotton ball, Tony cleared the cuts on Peter's front. He looked at Peter's arm. It was very bruised but it wasn't broken, which was good.

"I have to take off your jeans too, Pete, to make sure your legs are okay"

"Okay" the boy whispered.

Tony undid Peter's belt and tugged his jeans down until they were off completely. He cleaned the cuts there and bandaged them as he did with the other ones.

"Imma bring you to my bedroom and make you something hot to drink"

Peter didn't respond. He enjoyed the feeling when he was pressed against Tony. He felt the warmth of the blanket when it was wrapped around him. He heard Tony walking out of the room and returning five minutes later. He heard when the other boy put a cup on the bedside table and felt the bed sink when he laid next to him. And he felt the arms that pulled him close to the other body. The fingers running softly through his hair. He heard the soft melody that the other one was humming. Peter was lulled to sleep. When he woke up it was dark outside and Tony wasn't next to him. He heard talking from outside the door. It opened and in walked his boyfriend, now in just a simple pair of sweats. He sat next to Peter and gave him a little kiss.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked.

"Yeah. Thank you for taking care of me... again"

"I would prefer to not have to do it, because I don't want you to be hurt, never. But I'm glad to be able to help"

Tony laid down, back pressed against the headboard. He pulled Peter so they were chest to back.

"I called May. She said you can stay the night"

"Oh, thanks. Did you-"

"No, I didn't tell her what happened" Peter nodded.

"Can you give me something to change into? The binder kind of stars to hurt" he asked.

"Of course, baby" Tony slipped off the bed and took a t-shirt from his closet, giving it to Peter.

"Do you need help taking off your binder?"

"No, I think I'd be able to take it off myself. Can you turn around, please?" He blushed.

Tony turned his back to Peter and waited until the boy was ready.

"You can turn back around"

Tony laid back down and cuddled Peter.

"How are you feeling?" Tony asked.

"Better" Peter turned around so he was facing the other one. They moved so that Peter was laying on top of Tony.

"You should get some more sleep" the older one advised.

"Okay," Peter yawned, "Good night. I love you"

"I love you too, Pete. Have sweet dreams"

Peter was lulled to sleep by Tony's heart. He couldn't be more thankful to have the older boy by his side, not just helping him when he got beat up but being with him when he's having a hard time, when he's happy, and loving him unconditionally.

***

@starkerfestivals

[plueschpop]

„Ich würd‘ lügen, würd‘ ich sagen, dass da gar nichts ist. Vielleicht nicht Liebe, aber irgendetwas anderes.“ - starker 💫

Peter and Tony have been best friends their whole life.

One night, everything changed. Tony finally decided to confess his feelings for his secret love.

"I’d be lying if I’d say that there’s nothing between us. Maybe it’s not love but there’s something. Peter Parker, will you do me the honor and go on a date with me?"

[peachbabypie]

Mixed Tapes and Punches

90s Gang Rivals AU for @darker-soft-starker who is the sweetest most patient soul in the world.

Mixed tape 1: from P to T, FUCK U/I ❤️ U T.S.

Mixed tape 2: from T to P, I LO HATE YOU PARKER