#peter parker/tony stark

[vaguelyparker]

Recently been rotting my brain with the thought of Tony coming back to life post nwh and it’s been a month and he already has this pretty young thing hanging off his arm. Like they knew coming back from the dead couldn’t have been good for his mental health especially not with the divorce and Pepper having someone else but they’re all just so disappointed with Tony going back to his old ways. And he’s completely shameless about it, they both are, Peter walks around wearing nothing but one of Tony’s shirts bruises mottling his skin, Tony will pull him into his lap while the others are around, it’s uncomfortable. Of course it’s worse than they can imagine because when Peters whimpering Mr.Stark right where they can hear has more meaning they can imagine. Anyways just shameless starker getting off to how taboo it all is and getting to flaunt it in everyone’s faces because none of them know. Actually the more taboo the better so fuck it sprinkle in a little starkercest.

[pretty-bratty]

Alternatively:

Peter: Wanna fuck?

Tony: I thought I'm like a father to you?

Peter: I wanna call you Daddy

Tony:

Tony: Wanna fuck?

Peter: But you’re like a father to me.

Tony: I’ll let you call me daddy.

Peter:

Peter: Fine.

[thestarkerisobvious]

...there had been many, many good

memories too.  Memories of laying in Tony’s arms in that cold, dark space ship.  Looking up into Tony’s face in the darkness, on the first night Tony had recovered enough to sit up on one elbow (instead of lying down flat on his back, holding Peter up against his side with one strong arm.)  

They had been talking about who on Earth would miss them, and who wouldn’t miss them at all.  Tony had mentioned Steve, had theorized that Steve might be relieved that Tony was gone forever.  Peter had laughed and referred to Steve as Superman, and Tony had demanded an explanation.

They had been talking together all night.  Then Tony had sat up to look into Peter’s face and they were so close, so close to each other.  Breathing each other’s breath.  Peter spoke in a whisper - explained how Cap was Superman, how Tony was Batman, and how Peter, of course, was Robin.

“If we’re Batman and Robin, then why are you…”

Because Peter had draped both arms around Tony’s neck.  Because he didn’t care anymore.  They were drifting aimlessly through space and either they were going to starve here, or be attacked by space-raiders and die that way, or find another planet and live out their lives, never to see Earth again.  Why shouldn’t he tell Tony how he felt?  If he was going to die in Tony’s arms, why not kiss him too?  He let his fingers play on Tony’s neck, stroking the hair at the very base of his skull.

Tony breathed out a quiet moan.

“Why are you touching me there?”

“Because I want you to kiss me.”

“But you said we were Batman and Robin.”

“Batman kisses Robin all the time,” Peter said sweetly.  “Don’t you read fanfic?”  

[pretty-bratty]

Hilarious inspiration by @winterspiderpurrs

[the-sugar-in-the-whiskey]

Okay… HEAR ME OUT

Starker w/ Separation Anxiety

That delicious toxic co-dependency.

He just CAN NOT let that lil disaster of a spider twink OUT 👏🏻 OF 👏🏻 HIS 👏🏻 SIGHT.

I need Stark’s constant grabbing of Peter’s neck and pulling in close under the arm.

Peter’s anxious shirt fisting and sweater paws Tony adores.

Tony’s nervous habit of playing in Peter’s hair.

I NEED THE “THAT’S MINE” POSSESSIVE GROWTH ARC😭

Someone have PITY on my poor deprived SOUL and throw recs at my face pleeeeeaaasseee…

[pretty-bratty]

Alternatively, Peter is doing it all:

👿huffs and pouts

👿gets angry over everything

👿start actually crying when Tony asks what's wrong

🐨climbs on Tony's lap, clings like a koala and pouts-huffs-and-whines more

Tony being jealous: *grabs Pete by the back of the neck and slams him against a wall whispering, "Did you forget who you belong to?" Before devouring him.*

Peter being jealous: *huffs and crosses his arms, pouts, starts actually crying from being overwhelmed, gets angry over everything until Tony asks "what's wrong?"... *Alternatively, he just sits on Tony and clings like a koala.*

[sinner-for-starker]

Look at him with glassy doe eyes, red nose, crying over Tony Stark.

[sp-anotherbrickinthewall]

Vampire x Student AU ⬇️

Unfinished Doodles

[no-name-for-me]

So, what if Peter and Tony where engaged before the snap, the avengers knew and where trying to help Tony with the grief. But Pepper wanting Tony's money took advantage of his grief and got him drunk, the next day they woke up in the same bed and Tony got sadder thinking that he had slept with Pepper and had betrayed Peter. They didn't sleep together because even drunk Tony would never sleep with anyone because he was in love with Peter. Pepper pretends to be pregnant with Tony's baby even though it is some randoms guys baby, all part of her plan. Tony marries Pepper because of the baby, Morgan, but never has a real relationship with Pepper. After five years he builds a time machine and reverses the snap. He feels guilty because of what he thinks happened after Peter died, and doesn't know how to explain in to Peter.

[cozy-stardust]

You!!!

Found your ass in the wild!! I just finished reading your fic and its been rattling around in my brain all damn week, eagerly awaiting updates plz feed me 😫🤤

Tony Stark never planned to get married.

But when his father threatens to reclaim Stark Industries, Tony agrees to a marriage of convenience—fast, discreet, and contractual.

Peter Parker, a quiet intern with too many hospital bills and too much selflessness, fits the profile perfectly. He's young, easy to manage, and has no interest in making headlines.

The contract is clear: shared appearances, a shared home, and absolutely no emotions involved.

But the cameras catch more than rehearsed smiles, and somewhere between holding hands for the press and memorizing each other's routines, lines blur.

It was all fake—until it wasn't.

And when something breaks, it won’t be the contract. It’ll be them.

my new starker fic’s chapter 1 is out!!

[batransacon]

Don’t get me wrong, I love starker and I love smut but omfg is it hard to find long fics with plot of them 😭💔 it doesn’t even have to be all plot but like just a mention of some other characters and maybe some kind of conflict PLEASE 🙏

[starker-raving-mads]

For you: Part V

This is the part I was waiting for. :)

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX

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Peter hadn't slept a wink in two days.

"Baby, come on, you're scaring me here," Aunt May said, frown firmly on her face as she ran her hands through the teen's hair. Peter had been at their small dining table, coffee in hand, bags under his eyes, when May woke up, took one look at him, and realized his insomnia had kicked in again. "Is it the noises again?"

Peter often couldn't sleep because the city was too loud. Even louder now than it had been before, because there was so much more construction and angry shouting from people still trying to make space for themselves in a world that had been half empty a few months ago. That wasn't why he couldn't sleep this time, his mind too entrenched in Tony Stark missed you to shut down. He hummed in agreement to Aunt May, though. Let her think it's the sound, there's no way he could possibly explain the reality.

She pet his hair for another minute, soothing the both of them in the same ritualistic maternal way she always had, before she took his face in both her hands and made him look at her.

"You need to get some sleep," she said, tone firm. "And I know you can't just - turn off the Spider-Man thing," she huffed before he could protest. "But maybe - maybe you could sleep in the penthouse. I know it's quieter there than it is here." She sounded hesitant saying it, and Peter knew why.

Despite it having been months since the will reading and his life having been irrevocably changed, despite feeling comfortable with what was left of the Avengers and spending time in Tony's - his - lab, he hadn't set foot into the penthouse. It felt too raw. Too intimate. Too much.

"No, May, I'll be fine," he protested weakly. He sighed and ran a hand over his face, thankful it would be months yet before his first semester at Columbia started. He could get a hold of himself by then, right?

"Peter Parker," May's voice was sharp. "I will not have you getting yourself sick because of this. If you can't find a way to nap today, here, you're going to spend the night at the penthouse I don't care what you have to say, mister."

That was how, 12 hours later, he found himself at the elevator exit to the Stark Tower penthouse, bag of clothes in hand.

"Mother, would you like to come in?" Friday asked. Her tone was curious, not sure why Peter had just been standing inside the open elevator when the door to the Penthouse was right there. Humans were strange.

"I - yeah, sure, baby girl, sorry," he said, shaking his head.

If being in Mr. Stark's labs was enough to make his inner voice echo he missed you, he missed you, he missed you then being in his penthouse was enough for it to say you miss him right back. The living room was much the same as the last time he'd seen it, though a little sparser. Pictures of Tony and Pepper were now missing, the random pieces of artwork that had lined the walls were conspicuous in their absence, and the caddy that normally held his favorite, ultra-soft blanket he used during movie nights was gone.

He set his bag down on the sleek waterfall counter of the open kitchen and wandered the space, feeling Tony's absence like a discordant note in a song.

"Friday, what happened to - Mr. Stark's stuff?" he asked, not really sure how to phrase the question. There was a lot missing there, like the blankets, some of the pillows, even Mr. Stark's desk.

"Boss moved a lot of the items that were here out when he and Ms. Potts officially moved to the cabin," the AI said before continuing. "Then, after his death and the will reading, Ms. Potts sent movers up to retrieve last minute items."

He frowned.

"Lock everything down that belongs to me, that was Mr. Stark's," he asked. "I don't want anyone coming in or out without my express permission. I don't like the thought of her taking things that don't belong to her."

"Yes, Mother. If you would like, I can send a request through official channels to get any missing items back?"

He sighed. "No," he grumbled. "It's fine, I don't think anything serious was taken - she didn't grab any of the tech did she?"

"No, it was primarily artwork, sculptures, furniture, and other such items," Friday replied. "There were a few things, like blankets, books, and vinyl records she also retrieved. I am sorry if anything was taken that you had wished to remain, Mother." The intelligence sensed his slight distress and her tone had shifted to slightly sorrowful.

"It's fine, sweetheart," he sighed. "You didn't know and it wasn't anything too important."

He walked the rest of the penthouse, the floor very familiar to him. He had his own room here from crashing after too-late lab binges, and sometimes he and Tony would skip the lab all together for a 'day off' and watch movies, order pizza, and just relax. Not every hallway or room had memories, but enough did to the point that the reminders were becoming more of a dull ache than the sharp stabs he'd been expecting.

Walking down the hallway where the bedrooms were, he peered into his own. Officially it was a guest room, but it had been Peter's for long enough that a few of his clothes were stuffed into the drawers of the dresser, one of his favorite pillows was tossed onto the bed, and his old, half-broken laptop was on the desk. He smiled softly. His new laptop - still new to him, despite it having been months (years) in his possession - had come from Mr. Stark after he'd watched Peter fix his DIY one too many times.

"Here, kid," the older man had said, thunking down a sleek piece of silver tech in front of him. "I'm tired of watching you try to bring Frankenstein to life over here."

"You mean Frankenstein's Monster," Peter had replied, smiling up at the man playfully. Tony rolled his eyes and huffed a laugh before walking away. "Thank you, sir!"

"Yeah, yeah, just try to keep your Monster away from me." A wink, and he was on the other side of the room.

Stepping away from his room, he walked further down the hallway, to an area of the penthouse he'd never actually explored - Mr. Stark's bedroom. And, realistically, it was Mr. Stark's. He knew that Ms. Potts had infinitely preferred the brownstone that she was left in Manhattan to the sleek, open views of the penthouse. Peter didn't think he'd ever seen her around the apartment, and from what Mr. Stark said, she'd only stayed over in the early days of their relationship and hadn't spent time here after it became Avenger Tower, and then Stark Tower again.

Peter couldn't really bring himself to feel bad about being so happy over that fact, either when he learned it, or now, as he opened up Tony's bedroom and walked inside.

The room was low-lit, with most of the light coming from the entire wall of windows to one side, city lights gleaming in like stars. There was a patio with a hot tub just outside the barrier of the windows and the silent, faint muffle of city life beyond. This room, in particular, was quiet. Peter had to wonder if it was actually more soundproofed than the rest of the penthouse, or if it was just in his head.

The bed was made, all dark wood and metal platform with deep blue-gray sheets on top. The comforter was probably the softest thing he'd ever felt and god, the smell. It felt like Tony had just left the room, smell lingering across every surface - rich, spicy and musky. Something indulgent and instinctual made Peter toe off his shoes and, still fully dressed, get into the bed.

He covered his head with the blankets and laid in the silent dark, surrounded by Mr. Stark - his scent, his belongings, feeling like he was finally where he was meant to be. His throat closed up with emotions he barely willed away.

Uncovering his head again, he said to Friday, "Fri, turn out the lights and wake me up at 9?", before shimmying out of his jeans. He laid there for a long time before, at long last, sleep took him.

For the first time since he returned from the Blip - and to be honest, probably from before then too - he had no nightmares. No buildings crushing him, no existential pain of being disintegrated, no Mr. Stark covered in blood, light dying in his eyes.

Instead, he was surrounded in warmth and an amazing scent. His senses tingled in the best way, like everything was as it should be. Mind quiet, muscles finally losing their tension. It was perfect.

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Over the course of the next month, Peter split his time pretty evenly between his and May's apartment and Tony's penthouse. He loved May, and he didn't want to leave her alone after so long, but there was something that just felt right about being at the penthouse. She seemed to understand, and said that as long as he still came by to see her a few times a week and they talked on the phone every day that she wouldn't begrudge him the independence. It was a relief to her, he thought, to see him becoming more stable rather than wallowing in depression.

This was probably the biggest change, thus far, since becoming Tony's heir. That, the amount of messages Friday received bugging him for interviews with any and all media outlets, and working on Tony's 'Peter Project.'

A few days after stumbling on the billionaire's research into recreating organic intelligence, Peter decided to pick the project back up again. No matter that it made his heart squeeze almost painfully, he felt like he had to complete it. It was the man's last big effort and it felt wrong to leave it undone.

He'd spent most of his free time - when not with May, his friends, or patrolling - pouring over the data. He couldn't quite figure out why Mr. Stark had ceased his efforts as once Peter found the digital files for the project it looked as if the man had been practically finished.

Huffing out a frustrated breath, he asked, "Baby girl, I swear he made this difficult on purpose. Why did Mr. Stark stop looking into this?"

Could it simply have been that once it was within the man's grasp that it hurt too much to complete?

"Boss was unable to gather enough data that represented the you variable in the Peter Project to continue," she replied.

"What does that mean?" he asked, puzzled.

"The amount of information that needs to be analyzed simply was not enough," Friday explained. "The algorithm to extrapolate and recreate your personality, intelligence, and mannerisms needed approximately 130,000 hours of footage, metabolic data, and other such information before being able to provide a close approximation of what makes Peter, Peter."

The teen did the math in his head before his eyes widened. "15 years??"

"That is correct, Mother," there was that amusement laced within the AI's tone again. If Peter was right, it was happening more often. It made him proud to see his little AI start to grow up. "And since you are only 18 years old currently, this would have been an impossible task. Ideally, the 15 years worth of data would have been collected post-adolescence, as well, to cement what was Peter from what was Little Peter."

Peter hummed in understanding, leaning back into the couch. He crossed his arms behind his head and sat thinking for long, long moments as ideas formed in his head.

He sat upright as something occurred to him.

"Friday?" he asked, nerves making his voice waver.

"Yes, Mother?"

"How much data do you have on Mr. Stark? Like - " he gulped before continuing " - like the data needed for the Peter Project?"

She paused before saying, "As I have access to Jarvis's data as well as my own, I have approximately 144,540 hours of appropriate data."

His nerves tingled, every fiber of his being screaming at him - stop, go, do, don't. He shouldn't. He really shouldn't. But - but it was a way to get Mr. Stark back. Some semblance of him. A fairly accurate representation, at least, right?

"What's the latest data that you have access to for Mr. Stark?" he asked instead of saying what he really, really shouldn't. He would stop here and now if it was pre-Blip. He couldn't bring a Tony back that didn't have those -

"The final files I have appropriate for this measure are concurrent with the fight against Thanos," Friday said helpfully. "Technically speaking, as well, if you allow me to access Karen's records I would be able to shore up my data with that which was obtained via her recordings."

His heart stopped. Then, it raced.

"Okay baby," he finally said, mind running a million miles an hour now, standing and rushing to his desk. His hands flew, opening new files and folders, copying data, working. "We're opening a new project and I want you to copy over all the data from the Peter Project to it, okay?"

"Yes, Mother." Friday paused, deliberating. "May I ask what this is in reference to?"

"Yeah," he said, mind already ten steps ahead. "We're going to bring Mr. Stark back. Name the new project 'Tony Only Needs You'."

TONY.

[pretty-bratty]

I'm taking football as in soccer for personal reasons @professional-benaddict

Coach Fury is splitting the team in two for the game at the end of the practice. It's way too hot for training bibs, so one half is staying in their jerseys, and the other, lucky half, is taking theirs off.

Peter assists in scoring a goal, his lucky half of the team hollering and cheering - but most importantly, Dr. Stark is watching him from the sidelines. He runs to the bench, body glistening with sweat, grabs a bottle of water and drinks hungrily, chugging it.

"Good job, Parker." Stark mutters, squinting at him in the sun.

Peter makes sure to be extra messy, water droplets and tiny streams running down his neck and chest. And - yes, he didn't just imagine it - Stark's dark eyes follow the movement. Peter almost feels the stare on his bare skin.

"Following your orders," he smirks, panting and waving the bottle in his hand. "Staying hydrated."

Stark's eyes get even darker. He seemingly wants to say something but only licks his lips and gives a curt nod. Score. Peter smirks, sending him a wink and running back to the field.

jae jae jae idk how interested you’ll be in this bUt,,,,, team doctor tony and football player peter who has a Mega crush on him like to the point of faking the severity of injuries and needing A Lot of leg massages for ‘cramps’ - 🐇

he is such a little slut i can’t get over it

[thestarkerisobvious]

“I’ll always take care of you baby.  Yes?  Daddy will always take care of you.  Say it.”

The shower was perfect and soothing and deliciously warm.  Peter had never imagined that they’d be intimate tonight, not after everything they had been through.  After a mad, desperate search for the newest bad guy that had begun yesterday morning and had ended tonight in an epic battle in the skies of New York City… well both Tony and Peter were both desperate for rest.  Both bruised and battered, they had limped back to the penthouse to crash.  Possibly for a week.  That was certainly all that Peter was expecting, anyway.  

But as soon the suits came off, Tony was pushing him onto the bed, hard and urgent.  Peter was surprised at first… then simply put his arms around the man and complied.  “Oh, this is nice,” he murmured and let Tony do whatever he wanted… he was too exhausted to do anything else.  

And now, here they were, in the shower at last.  Exhausted, Peter let steaming hot water pour over his aching muscles, eternally grateful for Tony’s eternally inexhaustible hot water supply. 

“Say it.”

“Hmm?  Oh… yes.  Daddy will always take care of me.”

Tony had saved his life tonight, or maybe it had still been afternoon.  And had very nearly saved his life yesterday… or that might have been early this morning… it was all a blur now.  

And Peter had saved Tony’s life, that much was certain.  That battle had been brutal, but Peter had held his own.  He glowed with pride, now.  He was an Avenger, and an equal, and everyone had seen it.  

“My baby… Daddy will always take care of his baby.  Take good care of his baby.  Yes…”

There hadn’t been much talking in bed.  That had been quick and dirty and straight to the point.  But now, in the shower, Tony’s “Baby/Daddy” talk had begun… and kept going.  Tony stood behind him, soaping up his body and washing it off over and over again.  Always repeating the mantra.  

“My angel, my sweetheart.  Daddy’s angel.  I’ll always take care of my sweet angel…” 

Finally, there was silence.  Peter was almost falling asleep standing up with Tony spoke again.

“I’ll always take care of you, Peter.”

It wasn’t his “Daddy” voice.  It was his regular voice.

“You know that, right?  

“Say it back to me.”

Peter moved out of Tony’s embrace - moved Tony’s arms from off of him and turned around.  He took Tony’s face in both hands and kissed him on the mouth.

“I will always take care of you, Tony.  We will always take care of each other.”

Tony didn’t argue.  He only looked Peter in the eye.  Suddenly he looked very, very tired.  What he mumbled was only loud enough for Friday to pick up.  The shower stopped.  The two men stood in the steam, looking at each other.  

Finally, Tony nodded.

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amazing moodboard used due to the generosity of @starker-sorbet

view the amazing original here

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ETA: I *JUST* now realize I posted this without a title?!?! The working title was "Summer Project - Shower" except the "summer" it refers to was LAST summer.

[starkerxstarker]

Skater Boyfriends Tony and Peter who stay out late causing trouble and making out at the skatepark.

[pretty-bratty]

I couldn't go past this gem by @starkerobsession