#100% not starker

[mystisophia]

every time I remember this, oh boy...

tnpt never beating the hook up allegations, i guess😛

~ mystisophia 🍒

[weewoowings]

~ Ficlet Friday ~

Tagged by @sagasimon

The Rules: Copy the following prompts or make your own, post what fandoms you write for & your followers can request one of the prompts with a ship or character and fandom for a ficlet of 100-500 words. Please mention if you don't want M or E content otherwise it will be assumed anything goes. Have fun!

Disclaimer: Mature is okay-ish, if you request E, it won't be very enjoyable for you, because I'm not experienced in that field.

❤️ fluff

😘 shameless flirting

❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort

🤣 crack

😷 sick fic

🫣 new experiences

👥 domestic bliss

Fandoms and ships I'm willing to write...

9-1-1: Tevan, Buddie, Buck/Taylor, HenRen

SPN: Destiel, Benny/Dean, Benny/Dean/Cas, Mick/Cas

Marvel: FrostIron, WinterIron, Starker

Sherlock: Johnlock

HP: Severus/Hermione, Hermione/Draco

Tagging: @bibibievansbuckley @verschlimmbesserung @desiraelovesdestiel

Please allow some time between request and posting. Life is FUCKING crazy at the moment.

[synthaphone]

sooo frustrating to have to make creative decisions on my own projects with no outside input (because i know that the best anyone else can do for me in this instance is say 'its up to you'; its a decision that's largely personal taste)

[statisticalcats2]

Complexity of my one and only regret about getting (back and more fully) into the MCU so late being missing out on Far From Home in real time and the fact that blips of Far From Home creeping into my radar was half of what made me come back.

Would I have gotten back into the MCU without what I'm poetically deciding was my autism picking up on the psychic siren call of Far From Home? Who can say?

[fuzzandfeathers]

This comic takes place during Seeing Stars while Blitz and Stolas are on their way to the studio!

Hope you enjoyed! Mild art ranting below the cut 😂

I had to drag this piece kicking and screaming over the finish line. When I first got the idea and started working on it, I had a very different rendering approach I was experimenting with. I finished the entire comic in that style then immediately decided I hated it 😂 I liked the lines for the most part, but not enough to keep, so in the end I just... redrew the entire thing using the original as a reference (don't do what I do). And still this comic irks me. From a technical perspective I actually like it quite a bit; I'm satisfied with the way I drew Blitz and Stolas, at the very least. But in terms of what the comic evokes(?) I'm not not 100% happy with it (or even 90%). It's like a 'this art doesn't make me feel what I wanted it to make me feel' type of dissatisfaction, which is, unfortunately, kinda tough to resolve. I'm a big believer in embracing your failures (and in moving on when frustration is no longer serving you) so this was getting posted no matter how it turned out and eventually I'd run out of desire to work on it further. But I still wanted to let some of these feelings out because it's been awhile since art made me feel that way! And I think it's nice to let other people see the artist perspective sometimes even when it isn't totally positive. On the bright side, it was fun to experiment with a lot of things in this piece! Also this comic was actually finished weeks ago and I've already moved to a better place with my art. This kind of frustration is usually a precursor to growth anyways, so it's best to just be patient and ride it out 😌 Hope this little rant wasn't too much of a downer! The last thing I want is to take away people's enjoyment of the art by being too critical of myself <3 Here's a little peek at the original style! In retrospect, it actually wasn't that bad, I'm just more a fan of the starker, un-rendered look I eventually went with:

[illogicalkat]

Perfect timing, since I just finished typing this up! @smidnite and @winterspiderpurrs you are awesome!

~~~~~~~~

“You sure you’re okay, Harley?” Peter asks for the third time in as many minutes. They’re making their way through Grand Central Station, headed for the street level. Harley’s first meeting with his father is scheduled for today; Peter received a call right before they left the house, changing the meeting spot to Stark Tower.

“It’s a better choice than the museum,” Matt had said. “Tighter security, less chance of someone posting pictures to social media and starting rumors.”

Peter certainly wasn’t going to argue that. 

“I’m fine, Mom, really. We get to see Stark Tower!” Harley’s enthusiasm sounds a bit forced, and a glance at his son tells Peter that yep, he’s as nervous as his mother.

Peter bites at his lip and nods. “Yeah. We do. Come on, let’s move.” The two quicken their strides to cross the street, and then the glass doors are sliding open, and they are in the lobby. Peter can’t help looking around with a bit of awe; he’s seen photographs, of course, but this is the first time he’s had a reason to actually visit the skyscraper. 

Harley tugs him over to the reception desk. “Hi. I’m Harley Rogers-Barnes, I have an appointment.”

The receptionist smiles at him and types into the computer, then frowns. “I’m afraid I don’t see anything under that name.”

Harley’s face falls.

“Try Harley Parker,” Peter says quickly. “And I’m Peter Parker, we have an appointment with–”

“Oh, yes, you’re right here, please take a seat by the elevator and someone will be right with you.” The receptionist smiles politely at them and gestures towards the seating area.

“He knows Dad and Papa adopted me, doesn’t he?” Harley asks quietly.

Peter grabs his hand and sits down, pulling Harley into a side hug. “He does. But your birth certificate still says Parker, even though your pack records say Rogers-Barnes.” It was a quirk of pack registration; while married couples could, and frequently did, take their spouses’ names, pack bonds did not come with such changes. Pups born into pack bonds were given whichever family name the parents chose.

“Mr. Parker?”

Peter looks up, then stands up, when he sees the security badge prominently clipped to the man’s lapel. “Yes?”

“Right this way, please, Mr. Stark has a conference room reserved.”

Peter and Harley follow the man into the elevator. Harley presses his nose against the glass, watching as the carriage moves smoothly upwards. Peter smiles, knowing that the security guard’s presence is the only thing keeping him from doing the same.

The elevator comes to a halt, and the doors open onto a hallway lined with opaque glass walls. The guard gestures for them to follow, and he opens a door and holds it for Peter and Harley to enter.

“He’ll be with you shortly,” the guard says and closes the door, leaving Peter and Harley alone.

Harley makes a beeline for the windows. “Mom! Look! That’s the Chrysler Building! Have you ever seen it from up high like this?”

Peter swallows, hoping his stomach will behave. He’d had horrible morning sickness with May, and with Harley…he’d been sick for a host of reasons. So far, this pup has just made him queasy at stressful times, but pretty much every day since he’d found out has presented a new kind of stress.

“Mom? Are you okay?” Harley is watching him carefully.

“I’m a little nervous,” Peter admits. “And my stomach is acting up.”

Harley eyes the small refrigerator sitting against the wall. “Maybe they’ve got ginger ale?”

Peter shrugs. “You can check. I’m going to sit down.”

Harley opens the fridge and, after a moment of poking around, retrieves a can of Vernors. Peter smiles and reaches for the can. It’s Bucky’s go-to whenever someone in the house has a stomachache, calling it “a proven cure-all.” Steve teases him about it, but it always works. 

“Thank you, puppy,” Peter tells Harley. Then, not wanting his son to worry more, he gestures back to the windows. “Can you see Brooklyn?”

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[starkerobsession]

WandaVision but with Starker. Listen, if Peter had the ability he’d 100% do this after Tony died. Imagine Peter all dressed up, a 1950s housewife/husband, cleaning the house and making sure dinner is on the table for his hardworking husband. Imagine the scene from WandaVision where they’re in two separate beds. Imagine Peter being the naughty little twink he is and trying to seduce Tony into moving the beds together (it wouldn’t take long). And wait… what’s that? Peter’s suddenly magically pregnant?! Tony would be freaking out and Peter would just be adorable. Just imagine them having the perfect little life and perfect little family 😭😭 who cares if it’s fake, as long as they’re happy right 😭😭

Bonus: I made this years ago when WandaVision first came out ft Stuthorker - Stucky, Thorki and Starker 😂 thought I’d share

[spideyslag]

Found a draft from 2019 and all it said was “Did you fall out of love before or after I took off my shirt?” And I am 100% sure it was supposed to be a starker fic of some kind and I’m just rlly curious where I was going with that

[nearlysurvived]

I SAW THIS ON TIKTOK AND AIDVQKEUWVA

Starker. Incredibly starker coded.

Tony would 100% let Peter use him as a coloring book. also there's no way that tony stark dosen't have tattoos sorry marvel movies but you're wrong. I can imagine him pretending that he wants to color his tattoo, so he keeps letting Peter use his make up to color them in in different palettes but really it's just soothing.<3

[starkercreamery]

Build your own Starker Fic 🌟 based on:

birthday (peter)

birthmonth (tony)

zodiac sign (trope)

phone battery percentage (dynamics)

🕸️ Birthday 🕸️

1-3 Doctor Peter

4-6 Trans Peter

7-9 Spider man Peter

10-12 Whump Peter

13-15 Femme Peter

16-18 Fairy in Disguise Peter

19-21 Werewolf Peter

22-24 Actor Peter

25-26 Professor Peter

27-29 MIT Student Peter

30-31 Lawyer Peter

🤖 Birthmonth 🤖

January - Highschool Tony

February - Iron Man Tony

March - Actor Tony

April - Werewolf Tony

May - King Tony

June - President Tony

July - Tony needs a Hug

August - Alien Tony

September - Superior Iron Man Tony

October - Professor Tony

November - Down and Out Tony

December - Divorced Tony

🌷 Zodiac Signs 🌷

Aries - Secret Relationship

Taurus - Single Parents

Gemini - Friends to Enemies

Cancer - Soulmates

Leo - Domestic

Virgo - Set in the Another Universe

Libra - Sugar Baby

Scorpio - Creature Fic

Sagittarius - Fake Dating

Capricorn - Omegaverse

Aquarius - Heirs

Pisces - There's only One Bed

🔋 Battery Percentage 🔋

1%-10% sunshine x sunshine protector

11%-20% cocky flirt x angry blushing mess

21%-30% big + soft x tiny + scary

31%-40% bad boy who's in love the nerd x nerd who thinks bad boy is a bully

41%-50% tsundere x in love and won't hide it

51%-60% excited cutie x low energy but would do anything for cutie

61%-70% 24/7 horny x super shy

71%-80% angry boss x clumsy assistant

81%-85% both are completely unaware that they're practically dating

86%-90% exes to lovers

91%-95% lovers to enemies to lovers

96%-100% mutual pining

[graceful-starker]

Tony the Friendly Ghost

Summary: Peter's house is haunted by a very friendly, very horny ghost.

Warnings: mild dub-con for a second there, Tony is a ghost, mild come inflation, mostly just an excuse to write ghost porn ngl.

Notes: Blame @the-mad-starker for this one, ngl lol. I might add more to this AU, but I wanted to get the first installment out on Halloween. Happy Halloween!

~~~

Peter isn’t crazy, okay? His apartment is just haunted. He doesn’t care that MJ rolls her eyes in disbelief or that Ned laughs at him for believing in ghosts. There’s definitely, 100%, for sure a ghost in his apartment. 

Peter winces as his ghost moves his couch loudly, the legs screeching horribly against the floor and thudding into the wall. “Okay, that’s really unnecessary!” Peter yells, walking into the living room and putting his hands on his hips. “I can’t afford to leave, you’re stuck with me, okay? You don’t have to rearrange all my furniture in protest.”

He doesn’t get a response; he isn’t sure his ghost even can. He’s never seen it, never heard it. He can only see what it does to his home. So far, at least. The couch is pulled back from the wall and slammed back into it again.

Peter sighs in annoyance, cocking his head to the side and staring at the couch. “Whatever, it looks better there anyway.”

The couch skirts across the floor, back to its original position, and Peter rolls his eyes as hard as he can. “Oh, fuck you. You’re just being annoying for the sake of it now.”

There’s no response, and Peter puffs out another sigh. “Stop rearranging my furniture, we’re going to get a noise complaint.”

There’s no response yet again, and Peter hums and turns to go back to his room. “Thank you,” he mumbles softly. He opens his door and gasps. “You asshole!” he yells, looking at his clothes flying out of his dresser. “Stop that!”

His ghost doesn’t, so he angrily grabs a towel and slams the bedroom door behind him to leave his ghost to their temper tantrum. 

He locks the door to the bathroom as if that will stop the ghost from coming in and turns the shower to be extra hot. He strips and puts his clothes in the hamper, grumbling to himself under his breath. 

He takes perhaps the angriest shower of his life, scrubbing furiously at his body and aggressively lathering his hair. “I should have known the rent was too good to be true,” he mumbles to himself, getting out of the shower and grabbing his towel. He’s calmed down a bit, has resigned himself to his fate of refolding all his clothes. 

He finishes drying off his hair and wraps it around his hips, looking up at the vanity. He blinks, cocking his head to the side. In big blocky letters, drawn out in the steam on his mirror, is TONY. 

“Tony?” he asks, and watches it be underlined. “Oh, your name is Tony,” he mumbles. “That’s a nice name.”

He doesn’t get a response, and Peter hums in thought. “I’m Peter,” he offers, feeling a bit silly. But Tony started it. “This doesn’t have to be a bad thing, you know. We can get along.”

YES appears on his mirror, and Peter smiles at it. “See? This’ll be great.”

~

Tony likes to talk to him, Peter has discovered. He likes leaving messages on the mirror whenever Peter showers, likes to ask questions and get Peter talking for long periods of time. 

It got to the point where Peter decided: why limit this? He buys three white boards, sticks them to the walls in his kitchen, livingroom, and bedroom. Tony is very happy with these purchases, and has a preference for the red marker. 

Peter has decided that Tony is an asshole, but he isn’t all that bad really. He’s kind of sweet too, and a good listener. He cares about Peter’s life, asks questions about it and encourages him to talk about it to Tony. 

As far as ghosts go, Peter is sure he’s lucked out. 

Peter laughs as he reads the question left for him in the bedroom, shaking his head fondly. “No, MJ isn’t my girlfriend. And she doesn’t even believe me when I tell her about you, she’s a real asshole like that. She’s not coming over any time soon.”

MJ IS NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND?

“No, I don’t have one,” Peter says, shrugging. “I was dating Wade for a while, but we decided to just be friends instead.”

BOYFRIEND?

Peter frowns. “Oh, god, what time period are you from? I didn’t think to ask. People can do that now, it’s fine to be gay or whatever else now.”

NOT AN ISSUE.

“Oh, good,” Peter says, grinning at the board. “Because you’ve really grown on me, it would be a shame to find out my favorite ghost is homophobic.”

YOU KNOW OTHER GHOSTS?

Peter snorts, rolling his eyes fondly. He sits on the bed, crossing his legs. “Jealous?” There’s no response, and Peter giggles softly. “I don’t know any other ghosts, it was just a joke.”

I’M ALONE.

Peter frowns, taking in the words slowly. Tony must have been terribly lonely, before Peter came around. “Well, I’m here now. And you aren’t getting rid of me any time soon, we’ve already established this.” He tries to joke, but it sounds sad. 

It’s quiet for a long time after that, the marker hovering in the air as if Tony is holding it limp at his side. Then the marker is placed down, and the door to Peter’s room shuts. 

Peter sighs sadly, deciding to use the privacy while he has it; since Tony is invisible, he never knows for sure if he’s watching. He only knows if Tony does something like that; closes his door, or moves stuff around in another room. 

~

Peter hums to himself as he gets out of the shower, drying off and wrapping his towel around his waist. His toothbrush is knocked over, and he looks at the mirror with a frown. 

WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

“No where,” Peter says, turning and opening the door. “I just wanted to get clean.” He makes his way to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He opens a drawer in his dresser, before he looks over his shoulder at an insistent tapping noise. The marker is tapping against the whiteboard, and Peter sighs and walks over. 

NO PLANS?

“Nope,” Peter says, turning back around. “Let me get dressed, we can talk-hey!” 

Tony has ripped his towel away, throwing it across the room and leaving him naked. The marker is back on the white board, so Peter doesn’t know for certain where Tony is. 

“Asshole,” he mumbles starting to walk towards his towel again. “You don’t-hey!”

Tony’s never touched him before this; it’s a little unsettling. Everywhere Tony touches him is extremely cold, and it sends a rush of adrenaline through him. One hand is wrapped around Peter’s wrist, twisting his arm behind his back and the other is on Peter’s hip. He’s bent over the bed, and the position brings a blush to Peter’s face. 

“Hey!” Peter says, trying to wriggle free. “What are you doing? Let me go!”

Tony doesn’t. Instead, he moves his hand from Peter’s hip to his ass, petting at the flesh a couple times before spreading Peter’s cheeks apart. 

Peter gasps and shivers at the feeling, trying to close his legs. “Tony! What are you doing?!”

Tony’s leg must go in between his, kicking his feet apart. Peter gasps and shivers, his legs shaking. Tony’s finger pets over his hole, and Peter whimpers. 

“Tony, you can’t-you can’t! What are you-let me go, Tony!” Peter whines, trying to push off of the bed. Tony has never tried to hurt him before, not even when they weren’t talking yet and Tony was still trying to get rid of him. He’s more confused than scared. 

Tony pushes his knee in between Peter’s thighs again, pushing up until his own thigh is pressing against Peter’s cock and rubbing back and forth. 

Peter chokes and gasps, his hand clenching the sheets. “O-oh,” Peter chokes out, grinding down against Tony’s thigh. It feels so fucking wierd, so very cold but still so very good at the same time. Tony’s thigh rubs against him for a few minutes, and Peter continues to grind against it until he’s fully hard.

Tony pushes his finger in to the first knuckle, and Peter gasps. “Wait, don’t-oh god, oh,” Peter groans and pushes back into it, his cock leaking on Tony’s thigh. He can feel Tony’s cock hardening against his hip, and it’s so weird. This is so weird, he can’t even see Tony and Tony is about to-

Tony’s finger pushes deeper, and Peter whimpers. He can’t decide if he’s scared or not, can’t decide if he wants Tony to stop. He wants to tell Tony to wait, at least, to use lube. But then he realizes-

There is no friction. His hole is just stretching around nothing, there’s nothing really there. 

“Oh, fuck,” Peter gasps, hanging his head and arching his back. “Oh, please, more. Tony, please.” 

Tony pulls his finger out and Peter whines, but then he’s pushing two in. Peter’s head throws back, and he gasps loudly. Tony’s fingers start moving in and out of him quickly, already scissoring him apart. 

Peter wonders if Tony can see himself, or there’s nothing there for him as well. If he just has a view of Peter’s hole being stretched around nothing, or if it looks normal for him. “Oh, fuck, Tony. Please Tony, please, more, I need-oh fuck, please!”

Tony lets go of his wrist for the first time since this started, pulling his fingers out abruptly. Peter whines at the loss, scared that Tony’s going to leave now. He worries himself for nothing; Tony simply picks him up and turns him around, and Peter lands on his back halfway up the bed. 

He doesn’t like this position as much; he can see that no one is there. It’s freaking him out, making him think too much. “Tony,” he chokes, chest heaving. He gets up on his elbows, digging his heels into the bed.

Invisible hands push his thighs far apart, and Tony’s cock presses bluntly against Peter’s hole. It pushes and pushes, until it slips past and slides up Peter’s balls. 

Peter gasps loudly, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. It feels so weird but so good, and if he closes his eyes he can just pretend it’s fine. “Oh, fuck, Tony. Please, please fuck me, please get inside me, I want-oh my god!”

Tony had pulled his cock back to try again, pressing insistantly until the head finally popped past Peter’s rim. 

Peter’s mouth falls open, and he has to fist the sheets to stop himself from screaming. It feels so fucking good inside of him, so incredibly strange but in a pleasant way. “Oh, fuck,” Peter gasps, sucking in a desperate breath. 

Tony starts to slowly push forward, and forward and forward until Peter feels like he can feel it in the back of his fucking throat. 

“Oh god, Tony, oh fuck, how fucking big are you?” He can’t see it, can’t know how much there is left to go. “Oh, stop, it won’t fit!” Peter cries. 

Tony doesn’t listen, continues pushing in until his hips finally slap into Peter’s ass with an audible slap. 

Peter groans loudly, his legs shaking, his chest heaving. “Oh god, Tony,” he gasps, opening his eyes and regretting it immediately. There’s no one there, there’s no body attached to the cock currently splitting him in half, no hands keeping his thighs apart. He’s just being filled up by nothing, his stomach is protruding with a cock that isn’t there. 

Tony starts to slowly pull back out, and Peter watches in fascination as Tony’s head visibly moves down his torso. “Oh,” Peter moans.

Tony only pulls halfway out before pushing back in, his hips slapping hard against Peter’s. 

“Oh, fuck,” Peter gasps, throwing his head back again as Tony sets up a brutal pace. He feels like he might actuall die, like Tony is actively fucking him to death. He’s so fucking big, and the pace is brutal, and he’s fucking Peter so hard he’s being pushed up the bed.

Tony’s left hand leaves his thigh, after moving Peter’s leg around to grip around his waist. Instead it presses down harshly against Peter’s stomach where his head reaches when he goes as deep as possible. 

Peter moans, almost screams, watching his torso with dark eyes. It’s the only visible proof he has, the only thing proving that he isn’t batshit crazy. He’s being fucked by a ghost; a ghost hung like a horse besides. “Tony!”

Tony somehow speeds up, slapping his hips so hard against Peter’s that it hurts, and he knows he’s going to be feeling this for days. 

“Please,” Peter moans, moving one hand to wrap around his cock. “Oh god, please, I want it. Please! Please Tony, please come inside me, I want it so bad!”

Tony’s right hand tightens on his thigh, enough that the skin goes white and he’s sure it’s going to leave a mark. His hips stutter, and he fucks into Peter a few more times before burying himself balls deep and grinding there. 

It feels so fucking weird. It’s still cold, but it’s definetly real and wet inside of him. Peter’s eyes go lidded and he strokes himself quickly, enjoying the feeling of being stretched, of how deep Tony is, of being filled up.

Peter almost doesn’t notice at first, but Tony hasn’t stopped grinding into him and filling up for longer than a human would have. His eyes widen as it hits him, his hand stilling on his cock. “Oh, god, Tony?” 

Tony pulls half out and slaps his hips back in, grinding again. The hand on Peter’s stomach leaves to start stroking Peter instead. 

Peter’s stomach starts to distend, and his jaw drops as he realizes just how much Tony is filling him up. “Oh, fuck, Tony! Tony, it’s too much!” 

Tony speeds his hand up on Peter’s cock, and Peter whines loudly. He finishes to the strange feelings, hands gripping the sheets desperately and head thrown back. He comes so hard that it hits his chin, and Tony wrings every last drop out of him. 

Peter pants heavily once it’s over, groaning at the sight of his come painting Tony’s fist white. He can kind of see it now, see the outline. He already knew from the way they felt inside of him, but Tony’s fingers are thick. 

He’s still buried to the hilt inside of Peter, and Peter whines as his stomach continues to grow. He feels some being fucked out of him as Tony grinds, and he’s so overstimulated at this point. “Tony, ‘s too much!”

Tony finally finishes filling Peter up minutes later, when Peter’s stomach is pudged and he looks like he has a small baby bump. Oh, and isn’t that a new idea? He grinds into Peter once more, keeping him plugged up apparently. He really wishes that Tony could talk to him.

“I’m too full,” Peter complains, nudging at Tony’s torso with his knee. “Get out of me.”

Tony pets at Peter’s stomach, and maybe he’s just as turned on by the sight as Peter is. Peter’s spent sock twitches, but it’s way too soon for him to go again. 

“Tony,” Peter whines, clenching around him. “Out.”

Tony hesitates once more, but finally pulls out slowly. He leaves his head insides, teasing Peter’s rim with the widest part.

Peter moans at the feeling, before whimpering again. “Tony, please, it’s too much!”

Tony finally takes mercy on him, popping his head out but keeping Peter’s thighs spread open. 

Peter whimpers, face red with embarrassment, knowing that Tony is staring at his hole. He wonders what it looks like right now; wonders how much of Tony’s come is leaking out of him, how gaped open he is. 

He reaches around himself, ignoring Tony squeezing his thighs, and stuffs a few fingers into himself. Tony squeezes tighter, before finally letting him go. 

Peter pulls his fingers out, eyes lighting up when he realizes he can see Tony’s come on his fingers. Physical proof of what Tony did to him. 

He clenches around nothing, winces when he feels some more of Tony’s come slide out of him and onto the bed. “Fuck, Tony,” he whispers, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking curiously. It tastes about the same as normal, it’s just cold. A little gross. 

Peter pulls his fingers away and gasps when Tony’s hand cups his cheeks, and he thnks Tony is kissing him because his lips are cold. He tries to kiss back, closes his eyes so he doesn’t feel like he’s kissing air. It’s much easier when his eyes are closed for his mind to accept this. 

Tony finally pulls away, and Peter falls back on the bed with a final pant. “Fuck,” he whispers to the room. 

Peter looks when at the tapping noise against the board, snorting when he sees it. “Now you ask?” he snarks, rolling his eyes. 

CAN WE DO THAT AGAIN? Stays on his board, unerased, even the next time they do this.

[mystisophia]

I love how Starker were obsessed with each other before they even met in person.

So, hear me out:

Let’s start with Peter. It’s already been confirmed that he’s the kid Tony saved in Iron Man 2 (this is further reinforced in Deadpool & Wolverine, where, in the scene with Happy and Deadpool in Happy’s office, we see the same photo of Peter and Tony that Tony had in Endgame but Peter’s face is covered by the helmet that the kid in Iron Man 2 was wearing, the helmet hides that part of the photo, so it's even more obvious this fact-)

So, knowing that Peter is the kid from Iron Man 2, we can say he admired Tony from a very young age, an Iron Man fanboy through and through. His admiration is evident throughout the movies.

And if we consider something outside the movies, in the animated series Ultimate Spider-Man, Season 1, Episode 5 ("Flight of the Iron Spider"), it's implicitly stated that Peter has a "man crush" on Tony. This episode showcases even more of Peter’s admiration and knowledge of Tony <3

So, for Peter, Iron Man isn’t just a hero or a role model- he’s his damn celebrity crush.

Now, let’s move on to Tony.

Tony didn’t just randomly show up at Peter’s apartment in Civil War. No, he had already planned to do so (maybe not at that moment but the moment required it). He had a suit ready for him. And (important detail) the moment he talked to Natasha about needing backup, Peter was immediately on his mind. It was his time to meet him, the perfect recruit.

So, I can only imagine Tony one day randomly discovering Spider-Man’s videos and his heroic feats and becoming completely fascinated.

His powers. His abilities.

"Wow! Nice catch. 3,000 pounds, 40 miles an hour—it's not easy."

His moves. Everything about him, his persona.

I mean, yes, Tony had a damn Norse god, Hulk, a super-spy, a 100-year-old supersoldier, an insanely skilled archer, and a literal chaos witch on his team. But no. No. Peter was something else, Spiderman was something else.

Tony Freaking Stark spent hours and hours designing a suit for a person he had never met and didn’t even know would want to be on the team.

But come on. He’s Tony Stark. He gets what he wants.

And, honestly, who wouldn’t want to be an Avenger?

They’re the Avengers, man!

Tony spent hours in his workshop designing and perfecting the Spider-Man suit, nearly putting it on par with the Iron Man armor. Obsessed.

(Also, he hated that "onesie" Peter wore. Hehe.)

And if we want to go dirtier with this… Considering Tony’s resources and how easily he could dig up information on someone, it wouldn’t be surprised if he found out Peter was a fanboy. Maybe from some old internet post, a search history, or something like that. And you know that would only boost his ego and make him even more confident that Peter would say yes.

And back to talking about the devil… Natasha, The knowing glances that Tony and Natasha exchanged when in "Civil War" they were considering their options... In my "delulu mind" by the glaces they gave each other, Natasha knew, she definitely knew about Peter since before

So Tony and Natasha were definitely close, not as much as Natasha and Steve, but still. So I can totally imagine Tony finding out about Peter and telling Natasha about him, all excited, explaining how he’d be a great addition to the team.

And then… they meet.

And Tony’s obsession with keeping Peter safe begins.

To Tony, Peter was fragile, someone he couldn’t afford to lose (cof cof Infinity War cof cof 😭😭😭).

And Peter? He became obsessed with proving himself, proving that he was "good enough", that he belonged in this world, in this job, in his life. That Tony didn’t need to treat him like he was made of glass.

God, they make me sick.

Now imagine their mutual obsession once they realize they’re in love. And eventually start a relationship.

Oh god- that makes me even sicker

Anyway, I had to share this. I’m absolutely and definitely NOT NORMAL about them, you can tell.

~ mystisophia 🍒

(sorry for my bad english/google translator ugh-)

[medeasgirl]

how about atsushi for the music shuffle game?

thanks for the ask noa! here's some atsushi <3

I can't help but feel somewhat like my body marred my soul

song: Did you know that there's a tunnel under Ocean Blvd - Lana Del Rey

tw: blood, old injuries

note: this was a lot of fun! over 100 words but this got a little more angsty than i expected, my poor atsushi.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾

The reflection in the mirror is unblinking. At least, until his eyes start to water. Atsushi's skin still burns from the temperature of the shower, the hot water a luxury to him after years in the orphanage.

But it irritates the angry red lashes across his body, makes them starker against his pale skin. They sting dully, yet seem to throb under his skin, just where he can't reach. No matter how much he picks or scratches.

The scars stretch across his body, burns against his chest, and deep gashes in his back where a belt had left its marks. In the silence of the fogged bathroom, he can almost hear it whistling in the air as it cracks down...

Atsushi gasps, feeling the wet warmth of tears against his cheek. Blood tickles his wrist, trailing down from the old cut on his forearm. The skin around it is pink, scratched to shreds. He winces.

Again.

He squeezes his eyes shut, staving off the rest of the tears as he cleans the reopened wound, bandaging it tightly. This is the second time this week.

At least no one else will have to see, Atsushi thinks. No one else will have to know.

But he will still feel it tearing at him, under his skin.

[dragonstar2568]

Ok I love love love short Peter Parker buuuut just picture starker standing next to each other and Peters in heels and Tony’s never really noticed how tall Peter is in heels and he’s just like… wow beautiful and is 100% turned on by this realization. Top short king tony stark ! Tall bottom peter ! let’s just say they didn’t make it to the gala…

[thelegendofalyssa]

Hello, I’m MuteHero86!

I go by Al but I made my tumblr long before I had discovered many things about myself (and thelegendofAl isn’t available). (Find me as MuteHero86 90% of places.)

I use he/they pronouns and am AroAce. As I’m 27, there will be a few reblogs that are NSFW. My blog isn’t overtly sexual, but its certainly not 100% SFW. I sometimes get into “problematic ships” and am a proshipper. Sex positive and LGBTQ+ friendly too.

My blog usually consists of my current hyperfixation as I’m AUDHD. My inbox is always open for whatever you’d like to say or ask.

No matter the hyperfixation, my blog will ALWAYS have Zelda reblogs. Expect to see cats and cute various art pieces I see. I don’t have a specific theme though, be warned.

Current Hyperfixation:

Spider-Man

Loki

Iron Man

Specifically; Spideypool, Starker: Tony & Peter (in any way, any version).

[skipper1331]

Tell and show the world // Lina Magull

a/n: based off this request. Please enjoy:D

"Lina" you said as you stood behind the kitchen counter, chopping the vegetables for dinner. "Ja, liebe?" the brunette asked, eyes looking away from her laptop screen. "I‘ve been thinking…" you mumbled, suddenly feeling shy, cheeks slowly turning red, "what‘s wrong?" the german was immediately by your side, "stop the chopping, baby" her fingers laced with your own as she turned you around. When you didn‘t answer her, her hands cupped your cheeks while you started playing with your wedding ring. "When are you going to tell the world about us?" you mumbled, shy, afraid. She seemed confused, jaw tense, eyes that asked many questions. You never had a problem keeping your relationship secret or private. Lina did not tape her ring nor did she wear it during games or ever mentioned that she was in a commited relationship. Her private life was private. Where did the change of heart come from?

"Lately, umm" your voice was shaking - you didn‘t know why, you knew that Lina loved you, she was your wife but something was making you nervous. "Comments. The comments under your posts are getting worse. And- and these ship videos with G, I don’t like them. I like G, don‘t get me wrong, she’s awesome but-" you rambled on about the thirsty comments under her instagram posts, the ship edits you had on your for you page and your hurt feelings. In no way, you were mad at Lina, just hurt with the whole situation. "Hey, hey" the bayern munich player pulled you close, her hands firmly resting on their usual place around your waist while your head hit her shoulder with a quiet thud, "my love, look at me" she demanded softly. With tears in your eyes you looked in to the orbs you‘d loved for so long, "Is that what has been bothering you the last few days?" one of her hands cupped your cheek, wiping away the tears that spilled. You didn't want to admit it, it still hurt you a lot and seeing her do nothing about it was just another little stab in your heart. You knew she didn't read most of the comments except those from her friends and family, so you couldn't blame her - you didn't even want too. Your heart just stung.

In respond, you nodded, biting your lower lip to contain yourself, "Stop crying, please" the germans heart ached at sight in front of her, the way your body shook as the tears ran down your cheeks, "i would tell the world in a heartbeat, liebe."

Your eyes grew wide, only a sniffle coming from your throat, "really?"

"100%"

You chuckled at the determined look the midfielder had on her face, "do you want me to post something on instagram or a tweet or what? Tell me, baby, I‘ll do it" she pressed multiple kisses over your face, a nose scrunch in reply as you giggled along. "You‘re my wife and I love you, okay? I would tell every person in the world myself If that‘s what makes you happy"

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Match day.

Champions league semi final.

Bayern Munich vs Chelsea.

Lina was sitting at the press conference table with Alexander Straus as media teams were behind the cameras, many with notes and a mic in their hand.

"Der FC Chelsea ist ein starker Gegner, glauben Sie, sie können gegen so eine starke Mannschaft gewinnen?" an older man asked Alex and Lina, both sharing a look. With a tilt of his head the Bayern coach asked the midfielder If she wanted to answer or If he should - he answered. He told the interviewer, "From goalkeeper to striker, the most diverse talents have met - Guro Reiten, Sam Kerr, Millie Bright and so on - pooled together and formed a high class team. They are very good but not unbeatable. That's what we're trying to show today."

There were some more questions which Lina and Alexander answered before the last question before the game was asked.

"Nächste Frage an Lina Magull: Was motiviert das Team und Sie persönlich den Sieg heute zu holen?"

"Der Titel" she chuckled, "Wir alle sind super motiviert und haben ein hohes Interesse daran, den Titel mit nach Hause zu nehmen und das Halbfinale ist ein Schritt in die richtige Richtung. Am Ende des Tages, kämpft jede für das Team und hat seine eigene Person für die er kämpf, das variiert von Spielerin zu Spielerin. Für mich zum Beispiel ist es meine Frau. Ich betrete heute - immer - das Spielfeld, um meine Frau zu beeindrucken und ihr Strahlen am Abend zu sehen"

The whole room inhaled sharply - wife?! Why didn't anyone know that? Alexander had a smile on his face, of course he knew about you, all the Bayern people knew about you and they loved you - you were great.

Only then did everyone notice the ring the german was wearing on her finger; it was simple yet beautiful - it suited her.

Tell the media she had a wife? check.

Lina loved the faces she saw behind the cameras, there were shocked ones - jaw to floor, there were confused ones - huh? Did she say wife? and there were happy faces.

-

Sitting in the stands next to Sydney‘s mum you saw the girls walking out of the tunnel. The Allianz Arena was sold out, red shirts everywhere. Even the mens team came to support the girls - a rare sight.

It was just wow. The girls played their hearts and showed their talent. It didn‘t matter that Chelsea got on the score line first, Erin Cuthbert with the header.

Bayern was eager and hungry.

After the first 20 minutes, Bayern played better than their best. Pernille Harder scored the equalizer, she didn‘t celebrate though, she turned to the few Chelsea fans, raised her hand a little and apologized silently. The Blues were her home and family once and still are, even If she doesn‘t play for them anymore.

Georgia was the next to score a banger - outside the box. It was beautiful, AKB had no chance. The stadium went crazy.

Last but not least, was the third goal of the game. The game had built up from Grohs, the Bayern keeper. The girls played a Tiki Taka, the opponents could only watch the ball, there was no chance of taking it. Bühl then converted it to 3-1, the ball slipping past her national team mates fingertips.

When the whistle blew, the stadium got louder and louder, fans were signing chants as they jumped around to celebrate.

When everyone finished shaking their opponents and talked to their friends, the girls swarmed out to sign jerseys and to take pictures. Lina though, she had only one goal in mind. She wanted to see you. You were often at the Bayern games but never in a jersey or at least never in a jersey with 'Magull' on the back of it.

Not until now, this morning the german had told to wear her jersey later, she was very clear with her demand.

"Hi, my love" she whispered after she had jumped over the barrier, her arms going around your waist. Your smile was brigther than the sky while you cupped her cheeks, proud of your wife and her team, "Baby! That was amazing!" The brunette just grinned at you, loving the big wide smile that covered your face. Shortly after your said words your arms looped around her neck, your head on her shoulder as you hugged her dearly. Her own head was hidden in your neck as she pressed soft kisses to it.

First kiss: i‘m so happy.

Second kiss: thank you for being here.

third kiss: i love you.

the multiple kisses after: wow!!

Many eyes and cameras were on you, multiple people taking pictures of the two of you. Yet it didn‘t matter, your heart fluttered at the sight of your wife, the way she interacted with you in front of the fans. Normally it was the bare minimum but not now, she had accepted the concerns you told her about and implemented your wishes, your request. She would do anything, absolutely anything, for you.

And If it wasn‘t clear enough, the kiss on your lips was. She gave you a passionate yet gentle and appropriate one, it was like in the movies; your hands resting on her neck, her own hands placed on your hips as she leant forwads, yourself leaning backwards in return. Lina felt euphoric, like she was high. High on love, high with happiness, high with everything.

-

It was safe to say, Lina‘s announcement at the press conference went viral, multiple clips across the internet. As well as various edits of the scene in the stadium.

The german international broke the internet, yet it wasn‘t enough for her.

She had announced it to the media, she had demonstrated the fans and she was about to show the world.

linamagull

stanwaygeorgia and 36.047 thousand others

linamagull ❤️

it was that simple. 4 pictures with more or less the same gesture. You in her arms, just with a different view. The pictures were taken over the years, they still gave you enough privacy but a clear statement was made: Lina Magull was happily married.

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translation:

Der FC Chelsea ist ein starker Gegner, glauben Sie, sie können gegen so eine starke Mannschaft gewinnen? - Chelsea are a strong opponent, do you think you can win against such a strong team?

Nächste Frage an Lina Magull: Was motiviert das Team und Sie persönlich den Sieg heute zu holen - Next question for Lina Magull: What motivates the team and you personally to win today

Wir alle sind super motiviert und haben ein hohes Interesse daran, den Titel mit nach Hause zu nehmen und das Halbfinale ist ein Schritt in die richtige Richtung. Am Ende des Tages, kämpft jeder für das Team und hat seine eigene Person für die er kämpf, das variiert von Spielerin zu Spielerin. Für mich zum Beispiel ist es meine Frau. Ich betrete heute - immer - das Spielfeld, um meine Frau zu beeindrucken und ihr Strahlen am Abend zu sehen - We are all motivated and very interested in taking the trophy home and the semi-final is a step in the right direction. At the end of the day, everyone fights for the team and has their own person to fight for, it varies from player to player. For me, for example, it is my wife. I step on the pitch today - always - to impress my wife and see her bright smile in the evening.

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