#starker fluff answers

[ursafootprints]

For the tropes: didn't know they were dating, coffee shop aus, unpowered/all-human aus (👀)!

Didn't Know They Were Dating: B! I'm not going to plug it in to specifically search for but it's a solid trope and one that will pique my interest if I see it in the tags/summary. Great for both fluff/comedy and angst-- the "one person thinks they're 'just' FWB and is angsty about it but the other person fully thinks they're dating" variant is a fave!

Coffee Shop AUs / Unpowered AUs: I'm lumping these together because they're pretty much the same answer-- C~D. Mundane AUs are basically a "ehhh probably not… unless," for me! With the "unless" being that I'll give it a try if something else about the premise or writing sparks my attention. Some other tropes inherently supersede the "probably not" like omegaverse, arranged marriage or historical AUs, and strong/punchy writing in the summary (or an author that I trust) will also get me to give them a shot. (Everyone read @spider-mancan Touchpoint, it is SO good.)

Speaking generally, if a canon has fantastical elements then that's a big part of the appeal to me and stripping those elements away for a fic is going to also strip away its appeal, thus the need for a Something Else to catch my attention.

With Starker in specific, the way that being superheroes influences both Tony and Peter's characters and their dynamic together is a big part of what I find compelling about them as a ship! I like that Tony has all the social power but Peter is the one that's more physically powerful, I like the way that the superhero context inherently puts them in a very small peer group and heightens the potential for codependency and mutual understanding, I love their mutual guilt complexes and that tends to be lessened as a character feature in mundane AUs, etc.

Thanks for playing! 💖💖💖

[professional-benaddict]

Stephen's dislocated shoulder - part 3

brainstormings with @dumb-bitch-starker 💗💗

part 1 - part 2

Neurosurgeon Stephen, Peter, dislocated shoulder, surgery, recovery, hospital, whump, fluff

Then, another part of the recovery begins. After sleeping for a few hours, Stephen wakes up to his shoulder hurting. The nurses are running behind schedule and haven’t put up a new morphine drip to replace the one that is running low. But, Stephen knows the PIN code to override the machine. And he does exactly that when Peter is getting food in the canteen. 

“Doctor Strange, did you override the pump?” A nurse asks sternly. 

Stephen blinks blissfully. 

“Maybe…” 

“I know you work here, Strange, but you’re now a patient in this hospital. You have to let us do the work, or we could lose our jobs, yeah? What if you went into respiratory failure?” 

Stephen brushes the nurse off. 

During the night, Stephen is unable to sleep due to sleeping all day, so he overrides the morphine drip again. Just a little something to get him to sleep. But, it works a little too well and the monitors start beeping angrily. Peter wakes up with a startle, then it quickly turns into a panic when Stephen is asleep and the alarms are blaring. Two nurses rush in and Peter is told to step aside. The nurses shake Stephen awake and put him on oxygen. 

“Stephen, you idiot!” The more senior of the nurses yells. “Your O2 levels dropped!” 

“I’m fine, I’m fine! Get this off!”

“NO.” The nurses answer in unison. 

Stephen gives Peter a pout, but the younger man just shakes his head. 

After his little stunt with the morphine pump, Stephen’s surgeon decides he has to stay one more night in the hospital. It is safe to say the neurosurgeon is not happy with that.

“I was “Doctor of the Year”, valedictorian at Colombia and the man who single handedly discovered a new way to operate on previously inoperable brain tumours.”

“Yeah, and you still made the stupid decision of nearly giving yourself a morphine overdose! You’re staying!” 

Peter snickers in the back, watching Stephen gawk at his coworker. 

“Surgeons are the worst patients, you can say it. I know he’s being an asshole. You should see him when he gets a paper cut.” Peter sighs. 

“Not helping!” Stephen pouts. 

Luckily, Stephen manages to pull his act together and is free to leave the hospital the next day. He is very happy to be going home, to sleep in his own bed and have Peter for himself. 

As dramatic as the hospital stay was, Stephen recovers quickly and his shoulder is nearly back to normal within three weeks. A few more weeks of physical therapy and he is back to work. The rest of the staff are very happy to have him back on the team. Although, at work he is now getting teased by his coworker surgeons and other staff. They all joke about how annoying he was while he was hospitalised. Stephen doesn’t let it get to him, but he does feel protective of Peter when they comment on how hot his boyfriend was. 

“You know, everyone keeps talking about you at ortho. They say how hot you were and such.” Stephen muses one night in bed. Peter is scrolling on his phone while laying on Stephen’s chest. 

“Oh?”

“Yeah, it almost sounds like you were doing a strip show while I was under.” 

“Maybe I did! I mean, how would you know?” Peter giggles. 

Stephen knocks the phone out of Peter’s hand, making the young man yelp. Their little playfighting soon turns into kissing. And kissing… into something even more fun. 

[bulkyphrase]

Hi there, question for you: do you filter any tags? What are they, if you don't mind sharing? (even just a yes or no answer is helpful if you don't wish to elaborate)

Just FYI, I'm going around and asking this same question to others in the community (so please don't feel targeted or anything like that), but if you wouldn't mind answering this question, I'd be very curious to know your answer!

If you do answer, please consider tagging your reply "#filtered tags ask" for convenience, and if you're inclined to copy/paste this ask into others' ask boxes, it'd be much appreciated 🙏

I do filter tags! I filter a bunch of tags, actually:

#amber heard #anti endgame #anti endgame steve #anti mcu wanda maximoff #anti peggy #anti peggy carter #anti st*ggy #anti steggy #anti steve rodgers #anti steve rogers #anti team cap #anti wanda maximoff #anti wandavision #avengers incorrect quotes #barry #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #call of duty #chris evans x reader #dark!steve x reader #dark!steve x you #dead poets society #dps #house md #howard stark x reader #hydra husbands #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect mcu quotes #incorrect quotes #johnny depp #jonny depp #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #Kiseki: Dear to me #loki x reader #lucifer #mcu incorrect quotes #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha x reader #not a rating #ofmd #pro tony stark #reader insert #rwrb #rwrb spoilers #starker #steve rodgers x reader #steve rogers critical #steve rogers x black!reader #steve rogers x fem!reader #steve rogers x male reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x reader fluff #steve rogers x stark!reader #steve rogers x you #steve x reader #this is a captain carter hate blog sorry #tony stark defense squad #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you

These are a mix of tags I actively don't want to see anywhere (e.g. anti steve rogers), popular stuff I don't mind but am tired of seeing on my dash (e.g. ofmd), and tags that I'm willing to see from trusted people but not the general tumblr population (e.g. anti endgame, or pro tony stark). Plus the never ending quest to keep tag search and browse results from being clogged with a bunch of super long x reader fics.

[ao3feed-peterparker]

Everything in its right place

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Al7NdUB by TheRegularWriter Peter feels cold even though he isn't. What's wrong with him? Luckily, Tony might know the answer. Words: 1384, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Post-Movie: Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Canon Compliant with Movie: Captain America: Civil War (2016), Peter Parker-centric, References to Depression, Anxiety, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, Touch-Starved, Touching, Hugs, Touch-Starved Peter Parker, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Platonic Affection, Platonic Relationships, Father-Son Relationship, Soft Tony Stark, anti starker, No Romance, Title from a Radiohead Song, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slice of Life, Author projecting onto Peter Parker read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Al7NdUB

[starker-fluff]

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

Hmm. How about an Antarctica Au?

So Peter and Tony are researchers in Antarctica. Tony is definitely like why is this child here, get rid of him and in retaliation Peter shows off his big brain.

Oh oh and at one point they loose power and they have to settle their differences and cuddle and maybe... other things happen too. Maybe.

The ask game:

[starkerlove]

Hi starker, since you mentioned tony and Peter volunteered to foster animals. Could you write about going to Hawkeye family farm to watch the football match and two adopted a little shy three legged piglet that was abandoned by it's mother

Peter didn't have any plans to adopt another animal right now, honestly the apartment was full and they were seriously considering the possibility of moving to a farm so they could they care of their rescues the best way possible.

But that day after a football match watching session with Hawkeye and his wife and kids, they took tony and Peter to see the animals.

Clint's wife showed them their new piglet. A shot little pink boy who didn't have a back leg. She explained to them how they were feeding and taking care of him specially because he was abandoned by his mother.

Peter's heart melted in no time and right there Tony knew they would have to take care of the piglet.

So they took it home and Tony decided to create a "wheelchair" for him to be able to move around and walk properly.

Peter couldn't be more happy with their new addition to the family and little piglet was the first one to walk into their new farmhouse.

[late-to-the-party-81]

Avengers babysits Morgan or ben while Tony and peter go on a date during valentines day

AN: Hey nonnie - sorry this took so long! I hope you all enjoy this fluff. I decided to go with the new/younger avengers for this, as I thought they'd find babysitting more of a handful.

PSA - I envisage Ben at about 12 month's here and this is written very tongue in cheek - babies aren't capable of this kind of manipulation, but they do understand a lot more going on around them than most folk give them credit for.

Master list

Unbeta'd

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Word Count: 1k

CW: It's just fluff. Alternating POV.

Ben gurgled and smacked his sippy-cup against the side of his playpen. Three pairs of eyes turned to regard him and his mouth opened in a gummy smile at the attention. He was less happy when Dadda snapped his fingers at his new audience, drawing their attention away.

“So, we’re going to Rezdôra, and we should be back by 11pm. He has his bath at 7.30pm, water temp should be 98.6 degrees, and don’t forget Ducky. Then he can have his bottle whilst one of you reads him some stories.” 

Tony counted the points off on his fingers.

“Don’t forget to burp him, ensure his sleeping bag is properly fastened and then turn on his singing night light. If you’re lucky, he’ll drift off during the stories, but don’t worry if he doesn’t. He generally goes to sleep fairly quickly after. Oh, and…”

Peter walked up behind his husband, wrapping his arms around the older man’s waist.

“Tony, stop fretting. They’ll be fine. Ben will be fine. It’s only a few hours. And it’s not like it’s the first time we’ve left him.”

Tony turned in the embrace, raising an eyebrow as he regarded Peter.

“Yes, but the first time it was May who had him, and last time it was Clint and Laura. They know what they’re doing with babies.”

“Hey!” Yelena’s outraged cry had the two men turning. “I’m right here, you know. If you’re that worried that Kate, Joaquín and I can’t handle this, why did you ask us?”

Tony opened his mouth, but was stopped from speaking by Peter clapping his hand over his mouth.

“I don’t think you ought to answer that, honey. Come on. Let’s say goodbye to our Bubba and get going, or we’re going to be late, and I’ve been looking forward to this evening-out for months. Months, I tell you.”

Taking the lead, Peter pulled away from Tony and crossed to the playpen. Reaching down he heaved the wriggling and smiley little boy into his arms.

“Hey, Bubba. Dadda and Papa are going out for a while, but Auntie Yelena, Auntie Kate and Uncle Quín are gonna look after you and pop you to bed. You be a good boy, yes?”

Ben burbled and took hold of a handful of Peter’s curly hair and tugged on it. 

What was Papa wearing? He should be getting his bath ready.

Peter winced, but smiled at his son and pressed kisses to the chubby neck in front of him, blowing raspberries and making Ben laugh. Tony crossed the floor, tutting, and plucked the boy out of his husband’s arms.

“Peter, don’t wind him up so close to bedtime. He’s supposed to be calm and winding down.” 

He reclined the baby in his arms, running a finger tip down the small nose. With his caramel eyes, and messy chocolate locks, Ben really was the spitting image of his Papa. 

“Dadda will see you later, Benny baby. Miss you already.”  

Ben looked up at him, quizzically. Dadda was also dressed strangely. He didn’t like this…

Tony could feel the prickling of tears in his eyes as he looked down at his precious boy. Yelena walked over to him, and Tony reluctantly passed his baby over. He gave her a weak smile as she jiggled her precious armful.

“Don’t worry, Stark. We will take good care of this little one. We’ll see you in a few hours. Now, go. Scram.”

It took a further ten minutes for her, Kate and Joaquín to actually ‘shoo’ the couple out of the door, but finally Peter and Tony were gone. Ben watched with wide eyes. 

This was different…

Kate sat down on the plush penthouse sofa with a sigh, next to Yelena, who was bouncing Ben on her knee.

“He’s so cute!” Kate leant forward and tickled the adorable little boy under his chin, causing him to giggle.  Joaquín strode out from the bathroom, drying his hand on a towel.

“The bath water’s ready, and I’ve triple-checked the temperature.”

Kate stood, slapping her palms onto her jeans clad thighs.

“Right, let’s get on with it. There’s three of us and one of him. How hard could this be?

Ben babbled to himself. They had no idea…

At 11.15pm the elevator doors opened and Tony practically dashed out, followed by Peter, who had a wry smile on his face and was shaking his head in amusement. Tony stopped short in the main living area, expecting to see the three babysitters taking up residence on the sofas.

“Where on earth are they? I swear, if they’ve left him alone I’ll…..”

Peter took hold of Tony’s hand, uncurling the fist that had started to form.

“FRIDAY, where are our guests? I’d like to stop Tony from having an aneurysm.”

“They are all in Master Ben’s room, sirs.”

Tony hurried along the hall, Peter following leisurely along behind, his hands thrust in his pants pockets. However, as Tony rushed into his son’s room, he stopped short, taking in the chaotic scene in front of his eyes.

There was baby powder everywhere. Several clean, but screwed up diapers were strewn across the floor, in the vague vicinity of the nappy bin and three or four damp towels littered the path from the bathroom to the nursery. Ducky looked up from between the folds of one of them.

Ben giggled from his cot, beaming up at his parents, his chubby hands wrapped around his empty milk bottle. Peter bypassed his shocked husband, tip-toeing through the carnage, and lifted the boy from his cot.

“What did you do, mister? You broke the babysitters, didn’t you?”

A raspberry was the response from the little boy, but Peter thought he looked very pleased with himself.

He retreated from the room, Ben in his arms, and dragged Tony with him, quietly trying not to wake Kate, Yelena and Joaquín, who were dead to the world, surrounded by books and cuddly toys. Joaquín was crashed out in the nursing chair, a dirty burp cloth on his shoulder, and Yelena was leaning against the opposite wall, Kate draped over her legs. 

Ben giggled again. His plan had worked perfectly - he’d won the battle against the ‘not Dadda and Papa’, and he got to sleep with them tonight. 

Win.

Taglist: @marvelstarker-mha98 @mrsmischief209 @sidepartskinnyjeans

[vaguekiwi]

ur gonna kill me for this but like... songfic [with slightly edited lyrics by none other than yours truly]

every summertime by niki

18, we were undergrads Stayed out late, never made it to class, uh You were sweating bullets on the way to my dad's and oh You said, "Baby, think we're moving too fast", ah-ah Baby, I'd give up anything to travel inside your mind Baby, I fall in love again come every summertime My daddy taught me to choose 'em wisely, but you don't have to try 'Cause, baby, I fall in love every summertime Every day is summertime Every day is summertime Every day is summertime with you

Lying in the Larkspur (Read on Ao3)

(Chapter 1/2)

There's a sour sting in the air when Peter lies. It doesn't couple well with the party and the champagne and the flowers and the decadent desserts.

But it's only been two minutes, and Tony is too far gone — too head-over-heels — to let a little lying lead him astray.

[authoressofdarkness]

I saw that you're taking prompts, from the dialogue list. Can I get number 20? “I’ve never had someone taking care of me before.” for starker obviously. I'm excited, I love reading your works. Thank you in advance!

Hi anon! That means so much to me and I’m v glad to be taking this as my first prompt. Thank you 💙

I kinda want to try some new things with some of these prompts, so I’m gonna go at this with omega Tony and alpha Peter and see where it goes. I hope that’s okay with you anon and that everyone likes it 😘

Same age college AU, omegaverse, alpha Peter Parker, omega Tony Stark, some angst and some fluff at the end.

—

It’s a well known fact that Tony Stark has a shitty family.

Well, at least to anyone who knows him, it is. They know how he’ll do anything to not be at home when his father is around, to get out of the endless pressures of social events and promotional things and questions of mating and management and all of the things that he hated about being born an omega and being attached to the last name Stark to top it all off—

For years, it was just him. Some flings, mainly to piss his father off, but he never had his attention for longer than the time it took to scold him or order him around, and his mother was never much help, either. He had precious few friends growing up, never really made any real ones until college when he met Rhodey and Pepper — an alpha and a beta respectively that helped him manage things there and that were the first people to truly understand the depths of struggles he had going on at home.

And they were great friends, still are, but there was never anything more there between them. They helped him float through the first year of school, and then—

And then came Peter Parker.

Tony doesn’t hate all alphas on principle, although he is often rather tempted to try to, what with how they were shoved in his face most of his life. They were great for a good fling but most of them were meatheads. As horny as Tony was, he couldn’t allow just anyone to be close to him, nothing too get to serious, because he’s got a lot of responsibility coming down to him and he needs the right partner — alpha or otherwise — to be willing to deal with that. Not that he’s particularly interested in mating right now but he also isn’t going to allow someone close enough to potentially mark him knowing the repercussions of that.

He’s the heir to Stark Industries, sure, but he’s still an omega. An alpha will have significant legal power over him once they’re mated. And he wants to be the one to run SI, to take on his legacy, to build, to create, and to run his business, and he’s not going to let anyone stop him, even if that means flings forever.

(Not that that’s legally going to fly because he can’t take over until he’s considered qualified which implies a certain amount of stability that translates into having an alpha that’s more than just a fuck buddy but—)

It doesn’t matter. None of it matters after he meets Peter.

Peter is a year younger than him in school, technically, but biologically they’re the same age. Peter just started a bit later than most — and for good reasons, as Tony comes to find out.

He’s in one of Tony’s engineering classes and his organic chemistry class and the omega would be lying if he said he wasn’t immediately taken with him.

He can’t help it. Peter is cute, with his overgrown curls and slim form and silky skin and shy little smile and—

The other man is all alpha, there’s no doubt about it. He exudes it without even trying, but there’s a shyness to him, too. He’s not a meathead; he’s a sweetheart. From day one he’s respectful of Tony in class, kind when he sees him around campus, and that makes them the perfect lab partners in chemistry, and after knowing that, it’s just the natural choice for them to partner for the project in engineering and then—

Then things spiral, and Tony doesn’t even care.

He’s seeking the alpha’s attention, and Peter, the innocent, shy thing he is, is happy to give, to dote on Tony in ways that he would resist if they were coming from anyone else.

They’re not even fucking, but it’s intimate, so intimate that he can’t even explain it, and he loves it, scarily so. It both soothes and sets all his instincts on edge at the same time.

By mid semester they both have keys to come and go freely from each other’s rooms. It’s more common to see them together than it is to ever spot one of them out alone. The whole school probably thinks they’re a couple, and even though they’ve never made it official — and he’s never allowed himself to even come close to considering it before — Tony can’t bring himself to mind.

As midterms approach, though, Tony locks himself in to focus on his work. He doesn’t mean to, really; it’s just that hours studying slip into full nights and then he hasn’t eaten and he hasn’t left the room, even missing one of his classes because he doesn’t realize the time.

Peter hasn’t come by in days and except for the occasional check in text, Tony hasn’t heard from him, either. But they’re both busy with midterms so he really isn’t surprised. In fact he barely has time to eat, let alone check his phone, so even if he was texting him regularly Tony probably wouldn’t be answering.

Except mid terms or no, of course Peter notices when Tony misses class. And when his texts go unanswered by the absorbed omega, he doesn’t hesitate to show up and let himself in.

Tony doesn’t even realize anyone is there until he feels a hand on his shoulder. He jumps so hard he nearly knocks the chair back, and when he turns around he sees Peter, stepping back and holding his hands up in the universal “I surrender” gesture, clearly not having meant to startle him.

“I’m sorry, I knocked but you didn’t answer so I let myself in. I just— you weren’t in class, and I was worried… are you okay? When was the last time you ate?” It takes all of two seconds for Peter’s sheepishness to melt into concern, and he steps forward again, closing the distance between them to tilt Tony’s chin up, looking at the shadow stretching across his jaw where he hasn’t shaved in a few days. “You’ve lost weight,” he murmurs, thumb brushing over Tony’s cheekbone tenderly — which, yeah, is definitely more prominent than it was at the beginning of the week.

Tony’s eyes flutter and he leans into the touch for a moment before refocusing and shaking it off. “I’m fine. This is normal, Peter. I know what I’m doing.”

“Do you?” Peter raises an eyebrow. “Do you even know what day it is?”

“It’s Saturday—“

“It’s Monday, Tony. 1pm on Monday, at that. You missed engineering this morning and you haven’t answered my texts all weekend.” Surprise flits across Tony’s face at that, because — yeah, last time he checked it was Saturday, and he had no new texts from Peter, so— “When was the last time you ate?” Peter continues to prod, voice gentle but insistent.

Both aspects only serve to spark irritation in him, though. Tony bats Peter’s hand away from his face, frowning. He doesn’t need to be treated with kid gloves. “I ate a little while ago. I’m fine.”

“You don’t even know what day it is—“

“It all kind of blurs together when you’re not doing anything besides working, okay—“

“Two days is a lot of blur, Tony—“

“And just because I need a shave doesn’t mean I haven’t left my desk or that this isn’t totally normal for midterms—“

“You’re the one saying you haven’t left your desk, not me—“

“That’s not what I meant! I’m just saying—“

“I’m just saying you need to take a short break, it’s not that big of a deal—“

“I don’t need a break, I know my limits—“

“Tony, I really don’t think—“

“Jesus fucking— You’re not my alpha, Parker, would you fuck off?”

The words come out before he can stop them, and he flinched himself at the hurt on Peter’s face, the way the alpha physically recoils, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I’m not— god, I know that, okay? I’m just trying to help you, Tony. Please, this isn’t sustainable. You need to eat. Just— let me find you something, and then I’ll leave, okay?”

Leave? No, he doesn’t want him to leave. But the only thing that comes out is a quiet “whatever,” and he watches Peter escape to the kitchen with a ball of guilt growing in his chest.

Peter is just trying to help. He likes Peter and he doesn’t want him to leave, he just— he panics, and then he snaps.

Because what if Peter wants more? What if he really likes him? And Tony is a fuck up that does shit like this when he feels emotions and has so much baggage attached to being with him and—

And Peter knows that, at least some of it. It’s been a few months of seeing each other nearly every day, now, and his family situation was never a secret.

So why is he still here? Oh god, did Tony just ruin it?

The thought, for reasons that he’s refusing to immediately think about, is almost too much to bear. He stands up, fumbling his way out of the chair and into the kitchen.

The smell hits him almost as soon as he enters, and he sucks in a deep breath. His traitorous stomach growls, loud and demanding.

Soup bubbles on the stove as Peter works at the counter, chopping up some fruits and vegetables. He’s already managed to put a few little storage containers of food together for him, and something in Tony’s gut feels warm at the sight. But it also drops — preparing premade meals most certainly means that Peter isn’t intending to come back.

He looks up when Tony enters, expression wary. “The soup was the quickest thing you had, and since I had to be here for as long as it takes to boil anyway I thought I would just—“

“Peter.” His own voice sounds remarkable calm for how shaky he suddenly feels, lurching towards the alpha at the countertop. “It’s okay. I… thank you, for this. I’m sorry.”

Peter looks taken aback by the apology. “Tony, you don’t have to apologize. You’re right; I’m not your alpha and it’s not my place to give you orders. I just… I care about you, okay? I just want to help. I know you don’t think about me that way, and I’m sorry I overstepped, but—“

“You’re wrong.”

“What?” The words draw Peter up short.

Tony takes a breath, looking down. He focuses on the alpha’s hands, watching him chop instead of looking at his face. It’s easier. “You’re wrong. It’s not that I don’t think of you that way. The problem is… that I do. And I… I’m not used to this. I’ve never had someone take care of me before. Not really, not in any way that mattered. And what I feel for you… it scares me.” He takes a little breath again, looking down at his own hands. “I want you to be my alpha, Peter. But I’m not really a good omega, and I just have so much shit that comes along with being with me. The thought of asking you to do that… what that could do to us… I just don’t think I could handle that.”

He hears the knife ting against the countertop as Peter sets it down, and the pitter patter of footsteps as the alpha crosses the room. He’s suddenly being drawn into a pair of lanky but surprisingly strong arms, surrounded by the musky, relaxing scent of alpha, and he practically melts into it, nestling his nose into the spot between the collar of Peter’s sweatshirt and his throat almost automatically.

Peter’s hand running up and down his back is soothing, relaxing him the rest of the way, and the press of the alpha’s chin against his head is just the perfect weight to be comfortable, reassuring.

“Tony… I’m not an idiot,” he says gently. “I know who you are. What you’ve done, where you came from, what’s expected of you — and yeah, I’m sure there’s more that you haven’t told me and that’s not public, but— I get why this is a struggle for you, and why you feel the need to put so much pressure on yourself. There’s nothing wrong with you for that and it is most definitely not your own fault that you’re not used to being taken care of. And you’ve no idea how badly or how long I’ve wanted to be your alpha.” He pulls back a little to look down at him, fingers scratching Tony’s scalp gently as he works his fingers through his hair. “But that doesn’t mean that this kind of behavior — towards yourself or others — is good or acceptable. It’s okay to let me take care of you — at least in small ways. I know you’re scared of losing your independence, but that’s not what I want for you, either. I just want to help.”

“Help,” Tony echoes, eyes drifting to the pan on the stove and then back to Peter. “I… I think I’d like that.” He bites his lip, looking up at him. They’re about the same size and height, but this close, wrapped in the alpha’s arms and scent, with his steady gaze on him, he can’t help but feel small by comparison. “You really want to be my alpha?”

“Only if you want me to be, but…” Peter looks down at him and cracks his shy little smile. “I’d like to try, if you’d let me.”

“I’d like that,” Tony admits. He shifts to press up against him, putting a hand on his chest. “I’d also really like it if you’d kiss me.”

Peter looks a little surprised, but not unpleasantly. Still, he shakes his head, giving him a little push back. “Tony, you didn’t even know what day it was. God knows when the last time you brushed your teeth is. No offense, but… ew.”

Tony just laughs a little, unable to help himself. “If I brush my teeth…?”

“Maybe. If you eat your food as well.” Peter moves back to the counter, finishing up the container he was working on. “We can’t be doing anything that’s going to burn you extra calories when you don’t have enough to begin with, hm?”

Tony finds himself grinning. “That’s an argument I can get behind. Literally and metaphorically.”

Peter flashes a grin in return, voice back to that gentle but insistent tone that he knows so well when he says, “Go, Tony.”

And for once, Tony is all too happy to obey.

[stuckonstarker]

Prompt where peter calls tony his name instead of pet names to see Tony’s reaction

I hope you like this! ❤️ I really loved this prompt! And it reminded me a of a tiktok lol

Normally, when Peter goes to address Tony he says: Babe, Smartie, Hot stuff, Handyman. He could go on.

Basically, anything besides Tony's actual name goes. It's something he never really noticed until recently.

That when he goes to get his boyfriend's attention the word at the tip of his tongue is always some sappy petname.

He wonders if Tony's noticed this at all. And how Tony will react when he doesn't use a petname. Or if the older man will react at all.

Peter walks into the living room. Tony's sitting on the couch, laptop in lap, coffee in hand.

And Peter goes for it, "Tony."

The reaction is immediate. Tony's head snaps up, brows furrowed. They look at each other for a long moment.

"Are you... okay?" Tony asks slowly.

Peter smiles, "Yeah. Why?"

"Something seems... off," Tony says. His chocolate eyes shine with confusion. It's adorable.

Peter says, "Don't worry about it, Tony, nothing's wrong."

"See? That makes me think you're gonna like... poison my coffee or something."

"What?" Peter asks with faux innocence, but he's sure his uncontrollable smile gives him away.

Tony says, "The name. That name thingy. You seem mad."

"I'm not mad," Peter says, "just figured it's more mature."

Tony shakes his head, "No, no. Never do that again. Very bad. Very, very bad. Do not like."

Peter giggles and sits next to Tony, cuddling up into his side.

"If you insist, honeybun, sweetheart, love of my life," Peter giggles.

Tony smiles, "Much better."

[notcanoncompliant]

can i request a fic where peter is in the military and when he comes home hes surprises his husband tony and his daughter morgan ? love your work xoxo

I've never written a kid!fic before, thank you for the challenge! I hope you enjoy 💕

Background:

> Age difference; Tony’s in his mid-late forties, Peter’s like 28-29.

> Pepper’s been friends with Tony for a million years, she carried Morgan for Peter & Tony (Tony is Morgan’s bio-dad)

> Tony’s still Tony Stark, he’s just not Iron Man. Pepper runs SI, Tony works/signs things/attends meetings from home so he can take care of Morgan

> Peter does IT for the government, gets contracted for military assignments

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Don't Wanna Miss A Thing

The weather’s nice; chilly (but not too chilly) with sunshine spilling everywhere, glinting off iridescent birthday streamers and the few glittery party hats abandoned by a couple of Morgan’s friends in the grass and on the picnic table.

Tony’s hanging a little ways back from the party, watching Morgan run around with her friends. This is one of those times he’s grateful the other parents are a little (read: a lot) intimidated by Morgan’s pretty-much-celebrity father; it means he gets a few minutes of moping before he has to pull himself together and act like a person again.

He’s been trying, really trying, not to let too much of his sadness and frustration leak into his time with Morgan, but it’s hard. Peter was supposed to be coming home on leave for three weeks (!!!), but the military analyst powers-that-be had apparently needed him for just a little longer, another classified project that couldn’t wait.

It’s not the first time Peter’s had to cancel plans because of duty, but this would’ve been the first time Peter was home for Morgan’s birthday since the actual day of her birth, and Tony wishes there was something to rail against, something he could do. He would, but his husband loves his work and Tony would never put that in jeopardy or ask him to stop.

It’d be easier, though, if Tony were allowed to know where his husband is. Peter’s work usually falls under the ‘classified’ category nature. That in itself wouldn’t stop him...but Peter's forbidden him from looking up the locations. The uncertainty drives Tony nuts sometimes (all the time), but he’s been good.

(...and when he’s having a hard time being good, he has Pepper on emergency speed-dial as a safeguard to help talk him out of doing it; just another reason Tony’s grateful for her presence in their lives)

A familiar hand lands on his shoulder, squeezes once. He glances over as Pepper lowers herself onto the bench beside him.

“If you keep showing me affection, they might think it’s okay to talk to me,” Tony says, gesturing subtly to the other parents standing off a little ways away.

Pepper just gives him a fondly exasperated look, to which Tony shrugs. He knows she won’t give him actual flack; the PTA crew don’t really know what to do with themselves around a powerhouse like Virginia Potts, CEO.

“You know, you could take a page out of Morgan’s book,” she says quietly.

Tony heaves a breath, looks out at where Morgan’s running around with her friends.

They’re laughing and yelling and generally raising hell in their own little corner of the park, most of them in their wonderfully gaudy party hats, smacking each other with various foam weapons (Morgan wanted a warrior princess party; it’s the first childrens’ party Tony’s had to distribute liability waivers for, and he has a sneaking suspicion it won’t be the last). Morgan’s smile is as sunny as the weather, her cheeks pink from the cold as she begins to lead some kind of charge on the jungle gym.

He shrugs. “I don’t think the other parents would appreciate me beating their children with foam toys. Unfair advantages, you know. Better hand eye coordination. Longer limbs.”

Pepper huffs a laugh. “You know what I mean.”

Tony does know. Morgan always handles Peter’s absence with a grace Tony admires (and that she definitely got from Pepper). He worries about his glum mood running her over, does his best to be honest with her without making her carry his weight. She’s strong; strong and light and weirdly wise for someone so young (she gets all of that from Peter, no doubt, even without a genetic connection), and Tony’s so afraid to ruin that.

“I’m not dragging her down, am I?” he hears himself ask.

There’s a soft sigh from beside him as Pepper’s fingers lace through his.

“You’re not. You know you’re not,” she says, squeezing his hand. “You’re not handling it as poorly as you think, and it’s good for her to see you miss your husband. It’s always good for her to see that you’re only human.”

Tony just nods, not trusting himself to speak. It doesn’t lessen the ache, but he’s grateful nonetheless.

He tilts his head to rest on his friend’s shoulder, shuts his eyes. “Don’t know what we’d do without you, Pep.”

“You’d do alright,” she says, a smile in her voice.

It’s nice, letting himself feel. Not so much that he’s in danger of sobbing in a public park, but enough to acknowledge the weight in his chest, the soreness of disappointment, the gentle sting of love across a vast distance. To just lean there for a minute, temple pressing against the wool of Pepper’s jacket, just breathing…

“Papa!!”

Tony stiffens, opens his eyes, tries to process the rush of disbelief and hope.

No...It’s not...please be what I--please--

Morgan’s flying towards he and Pepper, but the giant smile on her face is directed somewhere past the park bench entirely, and Tony’s heart leaps into his throat.

He turns around in time to see Peter, resplendent in his G-man standard suit, striding towards them across the grass, a grin clear on his face. The stride turns into a jog turns into a sprint, and Peter collides, laughing, with their daughter, swings her up in the air before pulling her into a tight hug.

As Tony watches the display, he feels acutely all six months his husband’s been gone; the short phone calls a couple times a week, the video calls less frequently than that. Feels it all like a firestorm in his chest, his gut. Every sappy private moment, every night he curled up around a pillow sprayed with a little of Peter’s cologne.

He’s up, behind the bench and across the grass so fast he feels breathless.

Morgan’s got her arms around Peter, her face buried in his neck, and Peter’s eyes are red-rimmed and damp, his smile trembling just a little. Tony absolutely fails at keeping himself together as he kisses his husband hard, an almost painful press of lips, before pulling back and pressing their foreheads together.

“Hey, G-man,” he says, sniffing hard, grinning through his tears, “glad you could make it.”

Peter huffs a delighted laugh, kisses him again, cups the nape of Tony’s neck with his free hand and just...keeps him close.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

***

Extra -- I might come back to this 'verse, or one like it. Super basic plot idea: When Tony finds out his husband's been taken hostage, and that Peter's work for the government isn't what Tony had thought, he becomes Iron Man to save the love of his life.

***

Everything Tag List: @the-amazing-spidertwink, @starkercrossedlovers, @hoeforthegays, @silkystark

[valiantthewriter]

I’m Not Tired

For @ronansfavoriteboots

He was almost there, so close that he could taste victory in his mouth. He had been working on this project for three days, trying to find a way to perfect this code to upgrade Karen’s protective protocols. The protocols that ‘didn’t exist’ because Peter didn’t like them. Well, what Peter didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him and he was sure that Peter would -

“Almost there, god damn,” Tony said, voice hoarse from lack of use over the past few days. He saw Peter sparingly as his lover was studying for and taking final exams so he didn’t have anyone to talk to aside from FRIDAY. Speaking of -

“Dum-E, make me some coffee. FRI, what time is it?”

“It’s 3 o’clock in the morning, babe. Come to bed.” That didn’t sound like FRIDAY. There stood Peter in the doorway of his lab in nothing but Tony’s robe. Very tempting sight.

“Baby?” Tony asked, rubbing his dry eyes that had to have dark circles. “Baby boy, what are you doing awake? You have your Biology exam tomorrow,” he admonished, reaching out for the cup of coffee Dum-E was bringing to him, well, more like spilling half of it on the floor.

“Nuh uh. No way,” Peter tsked, grabbing the coffee from the robot before Tony could. Damn superhuman reflexes.

Tony huffed, crossing his arms, “You still haven’t answered my question. Why are you awake?”

Ha! He had Peter cornered now -

“FRIDAY, how many hours of sleep has Tony had over the past three days?” Peter inquired, tapping his foot as he waited for the AI to respond.

“6 hours, 27 minutes, and 43 seconds, Peter. Boss has been very dedicated to his current project,” FRIDAY answered, displaying a holographic graph of when Tony slept and how long. Traitor. He would definitely have to set up new protocols to keep her from ratting him out.

Peter rolled his eyes and set the mug of coffee on a nearby table, reaching for Tony’s hand. “C’mon, Tones, I’m tired and I want cuddles. Come lay down with me?” Peter requested, grabbing Tony’s hand in his and tugging lightly.

“I can’t, doll. I’m working. You go to sleep and I’ll come up soon,” Tony promised, kissing Peter’s hand and letting it go. He brought up the coding again and began messing with it, hand swiping here and there. He kept getting close, so close. Just a little more and-

“Babe, please? Come to bed already. I miss you,” Peter said softly, coming to stand behind Tony to rub his tense shoulders. Tony didn’t realize how tense he was and he was melting and -

He stepped away from Peter, giving him a knowing look. “Pete, I’m working and I know what you’re doing. Give me a bit more time and I’ll be up there before you know it.”

Peter huffed and let Tony work for another few minutes before walking up behind him, wrapping his arms around Tony’s middle, face pressed into Tony’s back. “You’re tired, I know it. I miss you, please come to bed? For me?”

Ah, so he was trying to bring out the big guns. Peter knew that he would fly to the moon if Peter asked him to. Well, it wasn’t going to work this time. Not when he was almost there. So, Tony ignored him. If he didn’t hear the request then he couldn’t be held accountable for his inaction.

There was a beat of silence.

“Daddy?” Peter asked in a small voice, rubbing his cheek between Tony’s shoulders. Ooh that little sneak. He didn’t just bring out the big guns, he brought out the nuclear warhead.

“Yes, angel?” Tony responded, reaching behind him to pat Peter’s hip. “Didn’t I say I was working?”

“Didn’t I say I was tired?” Peter quipped, biting Tony’s shoulder. Little brat. “Daddy, come to bed with me. I need you.”

Peter Parker was such a sneaky boy. He knew exactly what buttons to push.

With an exasperated sigh, Tony turned around and cupped Peter’s face with both his hands, kissing him on the forehead. “Alright, baby. I’ll come to bed. Let’s go.”

And there they went.

[khalixascorner]

Love on Display Pt 2

Summary: Tony loves putting his Omega in only the best of everything. How else can he show him just how much he values his most precious person. This is technically a continuation of Promised in Gold but can be read as a standalone. Thanks as always to the ever fabulous @the-mad-starker for being the best beta and friend in the world.

Part 1 Here Read on AO3 Here

Tags: Starker, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Tony Stark, Omega Peter Parker , Intersex Omegas, Omega jewelry, Fluff, Smut, Public Foreplay, Married Dorks in Love, Body Worship, Galas, Pro Made me do it, Mafia AU, Mob Boss Tony Stark, Italian Tony Stark

Tony hadn’t taken long and Peter felt his breath stolen away by the handsome alpha as always. It was more manageable by the time they reached the gala, but Peter was certain he’d never tire of his alpha’s form. As the ardor faded, anxiety slipped in. Peter wasn’t a fan of big crowds, especially not strangers, but it was a necessary part of Tony’s more legitimate businesses to attend these things. And it was Peter’s duty as his mate to be by his side for them.

Before he could get too wound up, Tony was drawing him into a warm kiss and putting pressure discreetly against the chains under his shirt, causing Peter to gasp.

“Don’t worry about what anyone says, Caro,” Tony said. “Their opinions are meaningless, as is their money. You could tell the whole group to fuck off, and we’d be just fine.”

“I don’t want to embarrass you,” Peter murmured back, unable to stop himself from rubbing into Tony more.

“You couldn’t,” Tony promised, and Peter settled as the Alpha nipped at his bond mark. “Stay close to me if you’re worried about it but I know you’ll be fine.”

Peter nodded, then followed Tony out of the car. Lights flashed around them as journalists shouted questions. Tony kept him tucked tight against the alpha’s body even as he answered a few questions before leading Peter inside. Peter just hoped he’d remembered to smile under the onslaught.

The first half hour was exhausting as each new alpha was introduced. They all insisted on kissing his hand, and he was more thankful than ever for Tony’s love of covering him in jewelry. His chain gloves kept any of them from being able to touch or properly scent his skin while sending a very clear message that he was off limits.

Meanwhile, the chains underneath his clothes soothed his anxiety whenever the alphas would get too pushy or close.  Tony’s marks were as much shields against them as they were declarations of love. His alpha stood far above the rest, and just being his mate granted Peter protections. Even if one managed to try and get him alone, all of the most important places were covered, and to remove another alpha’s mark would get them ostracized. Well, assuming Tony didn’t just kill them first.

Finally things tapered off and Peter felt like he could relax. He let himself lean into the alpha’s side and sighed as Tony slipped his arm around Peter’s waist.

“Did you want to go sit, Caro?” Tony asked, and Peter nodded, letting the alpha lead him to a table near the edge of the ballroom. “I’ll go get you a drink, just rest a bit.”

Peter nodded again and watched as Tony made his way over to the bar. He glanced away, only to notice a number of people staring at him. A group of omegas made their way over and took seats around his table. One was a taller blonde female omega who had a small shy looking omega practically glued to her side. With them was a brunette male omega who looked disinterested.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” Peter asked politely.

“Oh no, not yet at least,” the blonde one said. “But you met our mates earlier.”

“I’m surprised they didn’t introduce you too then,” Peter said. While he didn’t mean it as an insult, the look on their faces said they clearly took it as one.

“That’s really not how things are done, dear,” the smaller blonde said. “Alphas tend to only talk to the alphas, and they leave us to mingle. Your alpha seems a bit, well, archaic with how he’s got you dressed and not letting you out of reach.”

“My alpha and I are newly mated and very much in love,” Peter said coolly. “I’m proud to wear his marks because he is an exemplary provider and protector. And as far as staying close to him goes, I do that by choice too, because I actually like my alpha’s company.”

“This isn’t the 40’s anymore,” the brunette said with a scoff. “You don’t have to lie about actually liking your mate.”

Peter took a deep breath and tried to remind himself that these people didn’t know the Tony Stark he did. They didn’t know the alpha who made him breakfast or always kept his favorites on hand without being asked. They didn’t know the alpha that literally fell to his knees and treated Peter like royalty.

“I’m sorry you made the mistake of mating with someone you didn’t love,” Peter said softly. “That’s a long hard future of emptiness unless your pups manage to fill that void. But my mate and I? We chose each other. I wear the spider lilies with pride because I love Tony.”

“You think you’re something special, don’t you?” the brunette asked. “Coming to a classy function like this with that ridiculous outfit wearing jewelry like a common whore-”

“I think that’s enough, don’t you?” Tony’s voice game from behind Peter, and he turned to see his alpha handing him a juice. “I don’t appreciate you scoffing at my family’s traditions. Stark Alphas have always draped their Omegas in only the best. The more cherished the Omega, the more gifts and jewelry we give to make sure everyone knows it too.”

“Alpha, surely you realize that this is the era of enlightenment for Omegas,” the larger blonde said. “Literally chaining them down is frowned upon.”

“You’re ignoring the fact that I like Tony’s gifts,” Peter said quietly. “Each piece he handpicked or hand crafts for me. They’re meaningful, and they show he cared about making them for me. That’s love, not some archaic form of possession.”

“Oh and let me guess, he lets you work a part time job too?” the brunette practically spits.

“Peter has a Masters in Biochemical Engineering and has his own labs plus space in mine,” Tony retorted with a scoff. “As if I wouldn’t let a brilliant mind like his go as far as it could. Be jealous all you want, but stay away from my mate. Clearly the lot of you are just toxic waste that needs to be disposed of.”

Tony’s voice got hard at the end and Peter shivered. That was his Boss voice, not his businessman one.

“Love, let’s just go. I’m bored of being here anyway,” Peter said, rising from his chair. “I believe we had plans for after the gala?”

Tony didn’t look at him for a moment, his face still hard and unforgiving, but then he seemed to register what Peter said.

“We did, and you’re right, darling, we should be heading out.”

Tony slipped a hand onto Peter’s back and guided him towards the door.

“What a waste of space,” Tony muttered as they were getting back in the car.

“They’re just unhappy and jealous that I clearly won the alpha lottery,” Peter said, climbing into Tony’s lap after the door closed. He rubbed himself against the alpha, enjoying the sensation of the gentle chains and soft fabrics.

“You know, we weren’t there long enough for you to enjoy these properly,” Tony said, running his hands under Peter’s shirt. “We’ll just have to leave them on awhile longer I think. Maybe get some pictures to make sure I don’t forget how gorgeous you are.

Peter moaned and arched into Tony’s hands.

“Please, alpha,” Peter begged, loving how Tony tugged the chains and ground his hard cock up into Peter through their pants.

“When we get home, baby,” Tony promised. “I wouldn’t want to not do it justice here in the car.”

[carelessannie]

starker + nesting? 🥺 (as in a/b/o)

Ohhhh this is one of my favorites, hope you love it 💗💗

Sorry it’s not smutty, honestly I felt like this scene was supposed to be soft so here’s some fluff!

Here’s the link to my bingo card for Inappropriate use of web shooters

@starkerfestivals

Warnings: omegaverse, inappropriate use of web blasters (which actually might be a bingo fill for me, woops), and some light groping (if you can call it that)

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Peter stumbles out of his room, vision blurry from sleep as he yawns.

“Tonesy?” he warbles, blinking around the living room, completely empty and quiet. It’s a bit concerning that— so close to his heat— his Alpha would leave him alone like this. Every instinct in his body is pushing him back to the bedroom, back to his makeshift nest, but he has to find his mate.

“Friday, where’s Tony?”

There’s a pause before she answers, “You can probably find him out on the penthouse balcony."

A stab of fear has Peter sprinting towards the balcony access, throwing open the door and looking around wildly for his stupid, idiotic Alpha.

He doesn’t expect to see Tony— fully dressed in the Iron Man armor— shooting long ropes of webbing fluid out of his palms instead of repulsor blasts.

What?

“A-alpha?” he stutters, rubbing his arms as a gust of wind chills his already overheated skin, “Tony?"

The armored mask turns to look at him, and Tony stops firing webs at the underside of the wall. He lands in front of Peter, blocking the oncoming wind, and lifts the mask, “Hey, baby— thought you were still sleeping?"

“S’cold without you."

Tony’s face falls as he looks from the mess of webs and back to Peter, “I... I’m almost done, if you’d like to see."

Peter perks up, “Something for me?"

“Mhm, made it especially for you, baby,” Tony leans forward to dot a kiss on his nose, and gives Peter a light tap on his ass, “why don’tcha run and grab your favorite blankets— I’ll be done when you get back."

It only takes a few minutes to gather the blankets from his nest, promising himself to arrange it even better next time, and skips back to where Tony’s folding away the Iron Man suit. He spends a moment watching— it’s always a piece of art to watch the nanobites at work. To watch his Alpha at work.

Tony stretches out his arms, “Here, give me those. Why don’t you go check it out?"

Peter’s skeptical of the giant wad of webbing, but hands over his blankets obediently. He crawls up the side of the balcony wall, sticking easily to the metal exterior. As Peter approaches, he notices an opening towards the crease— like an upside-down igloo. Curious.

He peers inside and almost loses his breath. No.

“Alpha,” Peter exhales. The interior of the webbed igloo is completely hallow, and the upper rim is transparent, giving him an unobstructed view of the city sky line while also remaining entirely hidden from view.

As he crawls inside, Peter lets himself unstick, rolling onto his back in the center of the structure and giggling joyfully. Tony made a nest for him. And not just any nest, no. His Alpha made him a spider’s nest.

There’s a soft, padded mattress on the base, and small shelving around the walls, already stocked with their favorite heat snacks, water and other necessities.

“Alpha!” Peter throws himself back out of the nest, sliding down the wall until he lands nose to nose with Tony. “I can’t believe... Alpha, you made me a nest."

“Of course I did, Peter— you deserve it.”

Peter throws back his head, laughing in an overwhelming wave of happiness. Oh, he’s so irrevocably in love.

“Join me,” Peter breathes, snatching back the blankets. He races up the wall and back into his nest, secure in the knowledge that Tony is flying close behind him.

It’s easy. It’s perfect. The webbing somehow catches and amplifies their combined scents, wrapping both Alpha and Omega in the comfort of their embrace. It’s the quickest Peter has ever started purring for his Alpha, and promises himself never to leave, ever.

Once all the blankets and pillows are arranged— Peter only going back to the bedroom once to grab more— they lay spooned together, drifting back to sleep before Peter’s heat hits in the morning.

Tony noses the back of his neck, rubbing Peter’s tummy with lazy fingers, “M’glad you like it."

And Peter just wiggles back into the crease of Tony’s hip, excited for the next few days together. He leads Tony’s hand down to cup him between the legs, soft and secure in his Alpha’s grip.

“S’perfect, Alpha. Can’t wait—" he yawns, shaking out his curls and rubbing at his eyes, “— can’t wait for you to knot me in it."

He can hear Tony chuckle behind him, but Peter just shrugs, letting sleep overtake him. He’s not sure why his Alpha is laughing— Peter is dead serious— but the warmth and the comfort take him under, cocooned wonderfully in the safety of their nest.

[ao3feed-peterparker]

Everything in its right place

by TheRegularWriter Peter feels cold even though he isn't. What's wrong with him? Luckily, Tony might know the answer. Words: 1384, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Post-Movie: Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Canon Compliant with Movie: Captain America: Civil War (2016), Peter Parker-centric, References to Depression, Anxiety, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, Touch-Starved, Touching, Hugs, Touch-Starved Peter Parker, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Platonic Affection, Platonic Relationships, Father-Son Relationship, Soft Tony Stark, anti starker, No Romance, Title from a Radiohead Song, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slice of Life, Author projecting onto Peter Parker via https://ift.tt/Al7NdUB

[starker-fluff]

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

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Let me know if I should try and finish it.