#Starker Stuff

[pennypiepinki]

I know nobodyy careesss but i have to share MY favorite starker fics, like when i'm reading this fics i'm like WHY IS THIS SO FREAKING GOOOOD OMFGGGG and i just read them over and over agaaaain lol, so just bc i don't have anyone to share them with, i'll share them with whoever sees this!! so, ENJOY!!!!

Put the World Right Back by LearnedFoot

Closer to a Prayer by LearnedFoot

Under Someone Else AGAIN... by LearnedFoot

Hangover Cure by FreeGratis

Peter Rabbit by lexcelsior

Give Yourself a Try by Starker1975

Drop Dead Legs by Dryerlint

He's Just Not That Into You by Anonymous (I COMPLETELY LOVE WITH ALL MY HEART THIS FIC LIKE FR)

How She Had Done It by pastself

attached by pleurer

i'll tell you the truth (but never goodbye) by askmyknives

you're on your own, kid (you always have been) by askmyknives

think I know where you belong (think I know it's with me) by askmyknives

Grindr by BabyBats BabyBatsCreations)

Bugsona by Anonymous

I'm sure there's more fics left that i forgot but for now these are my ULTIMATE FAAAVSSS, i hope y'all enjoy them as much as i do!!! 🩷🩷🩷🩷

[thestarkerisobvious]

OKAY PEOPLE DONT PANIC

But I MIGHT be writing Starker.

In fact...

.... I MIGHT be writing A LOT of Starker

[dorian-they-ao3]

- Peter when Tony asks what that loud bang in the lab was

[winterspiderpurrs]

Heavily pregnant Omega Peter who is 8 months along and just waddling everywhere.

His partner coming up behind him and gently lifting his stomach. Taking the weight and strain off of him for a few moments. Causing Peter to slump back against them in relief and just melts.

[irondad-defensesquad]

EDIT: Posted on AO3!

“Hey, buddy,” Tony puts away his Stark Pad. “You okay?”

Peter tries not to melt inside at how parental he sounds.

“Y-Yeah,” the boy replies.

Tony is already pulling the covers so Peter can join. The latter shyly lies down on the free spot, and so Tony tucks him in. Thick blankets as well, much like the ones in Peter's room.

“You missed me?” The man half teases, half asks genuinely.

Peter hesitates and nods. Tony smiles fondly, though part of him wonders if Peter has something else in his mind that he’s not telling his mentor.

“I dunno, some nights I just… can’t sleep alone,” the teen admits. “I feel immature for that.”

“That’s not immature.”

“I mean, I’m not a kid anymore. And it’s not like I can ask to sleep with Aunt May because she’s at work, and the reason I’m alone in the first place–”

He stops right there.

He’s not ready to really talk about this with Tony.

“... it’s… my fault.”

Peter stares at the ceiling, feeling Tony’s sad gaze on him.

“Kid,” the latter calls.

Peter tentatively looks back, fearing he might cry.

“I’m glad you came here. You don’t deserve to be alone, even if you might believe that,” Tony reassures him.

The boy sniffs.

“... Do you ever feel cold… even though you’re warm on the surface?” Peter wonders. “And you realize how empty you really feel?”

That seems to affect Tony on a much deeper level.

“... Yeah.”

Peter can see so much in his eyes.

Tony exhales, wrapping both arms around Peter, somewhat sitting on the bed so he can hug him better. There are no other words spoken. Only their breaths, their heartbeats, and their inner coldness being revealed to each other. Them trying to warm each other up.

That’s not the kind of emptiness that’s ever going away, Peter knows that well.

At least he doesn’t have to focus on it now.

Because Tony is here, holding him.

Tony is like his puzzle piece. When they’re together, they fit perfectly. When they’re together, Peter feels like he has nothing to fear on his own.

And when they fit together, Peter might have to adjust. He’s not entirely used to the feeling. Perhaps Tony isn’t, either. But it’s not that bad.

Peter is just surprised how… gentle Tony Stark is.

You’d never read that anywhere about him. Least of all about a man inside a suit of armor.

Unlike all those tabloids and headlines on the internet… Peter can actually hear Tony’s heart. Feel the way it beats. The way it’s hardened but is now loosening up. Opening up. Only the true ones know who Tony Stark is.

And Peter also knows with the way Tony hugs him, in a solid grip that is not letting go no matter what. Not giving up on Peter. Not letting anything awful happen to either, and least of all to the boy.

Just telling him, it’s okay, you can rest, and you can rely on me.

Peter takes a while but he starts relaxing significantly, wishing he could never leave. Well, that’s too idealistic. But he can pretend otherwise.

Tony might rub his back and his shoulders every now and then, sometimes he runs his fingers through Peter’s hair, or nuzzles his face against it. All the while remaining quiet. Just being here for Peter.

Deep, deep in the latter’s mind… he remembers those cold nights his uncle lent him an oversized coat. And Peter would wear them and smell like Ben.

He remembers his smell. Shampoo, some old cologne. Cigarettes but he didn’t smoke, it was mostly the smell of the city.

Peter is never going to feel that smell again.

Tony’s is coffee, oil, and sometimes sweat. He spends a lot of time working, too.

Completely different smells. Peter might not ever be able to describe them properly, regardless of his enhanced senses.

They’re not the same, but Peter being enveloped in this, getting to absorb it and call it home…

He never thought that would happen again.

It’s a coat trying to protect him from his inner cold. Peter is wearing Tony’s old MIT sweater, but he’s wearing another thicker coat now.

Peter inhales and exhales deeply, snuggling his head against Tony’s chest. He might feel Tony snorting to himself. Probably wanting to say Peter is cute, which always makes the latter embarrassed.

Tony is lying down again, but never completely releasing Peter. Then he turns off the light.

The boy tenses automatically.

“I’m here,” Tony notices. “I’m right here, kiddo. Not going anywhere.”

He can hear his smile even if he can’t see it.

Peter smiles back, slipping into the dark, knowing Tony is guiding him in the endless nothing inside Peter, understanding it, not trying to get rid of it or fix it. Because Tony loves him the way he is.

Peter can say the same for him.

In his dreams, they’re flying together, having fun. Everything is okay.

And everything will be okay, one day.

[broccoliiiiiiii]

Chat does anyone know if we can block tags on here, I want to stop seeing starker content 😭😭

[rob1ndad]

irondad fic prompts/requests open!

hey guys! i’m going to take irondad fic prompts! you can dm me, comment under this post, or reblog etc etc :) if u want a one shot go ahead and comment ur ask! i’ll post it to my ao3

ao3: robindad

[edandstede]

i’d love an indulgent little montage of stede bathing for the first time since he gets back to the revenge, especially since such a pivotal emotional moment took place there. idk just the symbolism of him taking up that same space that ed did, covered in his robe, spilling his heart. peeling off his dirty clothes, nothing separating him from the trust ed put in him that night, baring himself the way ed did and washing away the last however-long’s worth of longing to be home. allowing himself this tiny little sliver of respite, the steam surrounding him, submerging his head under the water but surfacing again, really feeling the ache of proper piracy and the bigger ache of remembering ed’s head against his hand

[pennypiepinki]

i didn't thought my rec list was going to reach so many people lol 😭😭😭😭 so i decided to do another one with the fics i think deserved to be in my first list too!! so here it is!!! hope y'all like them too!!!!

Me, You & A Tattoo by therogueheart

Rules are there to be broken by Lilibet

pink is the love you discover by LearnedFoot

I'd Give You My Heart by Lanyankea

My Heart on Your Slevee by Dryerlint

Fuck Me Yourself, Coward by therogueheart

I won't go home without you by css1992

Resilience by LearnedFoot

They say i did something bad (then why's it feel so good?) by askmyknives

Try lying to me by maukree

aquamarine, moonlit swimmin' pool (what if all i need is you?) by askmyknives

#IronDaddySpiderMummy by bessiez394

forever is the sweetest con (and i'm never gonna love again) by askmyknives

read them aaaaall, they're soooo good

[thestarkerisobvious]

Take What Is Offered

He opened his eyes and found himself staring directly at the floor.  He swore under this breath when he saw it again - the dust bunnies.  The tile grout.  He swore again.  It was this dream.  He hated this dream.

But the dream had already started, and now there was nothing to do but crawl.  Crawl to the impossible thing that he would never get to in time before he died.  Crawl, not because it served a purpose, but to properly show his abject humiliation.  Crawl to show that Obadiah had won.  

This process was almost muscle memory to him now, like tying his shoelaces, and yet he struggled with every step.  Put out arm.  Pull self forward.  Struggle not to choke up.  If you choke up, if you get emotional, your air passages will close.  If your air passages close, you will cease to pull yourself forward.  If you cease to pull yourself forward, you will die.

So don’t think.  Don’t listen to that little voice that says “You failed. OF COURSE you failed.  Why should today be any different?  You thought you understood but you didn’t understand.  You failed to understand and everyone knows it…”  No point in listening to that voice now, when you have to drag yourself across the floor to Dum-E so you won’t die. It’s not like that voice won’t be in your head tomorrow, or the next day, or the next.  Try to ignore it for now.

So here Tony was, gamely playing along with this terrible dream and hating every moment of it - he didn’t have to play along, he knew.  He wasn’t really dying.  He was really laying in his bed in his impossibly expensive mansion surrounded by his impossibly high-tech suits sleeping in the bed of the genius, billionaire playboy philanthropist.   Sleeping alone, of course.   Because the genius billionaire playboy philanthropist's partner had left him.  Again.  And that’s why he was having the dream, of course.  Just his brain showing up to remind him.  Just his brain showing up to reiterate that the first partner he actually trusted, the first human being he had ever let that close, THAT human being had betrayed him utterly.  Had not just sent him out to be tortured and murdered but had PAID TOP DOLLAR for the service.  And that was why the famous genius billionaire playboy philanthropist was crawling across the floor in his dream as he slept in his penthouse.  Because. Tony had failed.  Failed utterly and completely.  Tony was currently dying in his dream and, someday, Tony would die in real life.  There was nothing to do but accept that fact.  Accept that fact, and accept the foamy beer that Peter was pouring out for him now.

“Are you thirsty, Mr. Stark?  Try it, it’s new.  It’s mine.  It’s special.”

Tony blinked.  He didn’t speak.  He didn’t have the air to speak, and moreover, he didn’t have anything to say.  He’s beleaguered brain barely registered that Peter had an English accent now, but that wasn’t the most bewildering part of this equation.  The main difficulty was that Peter was here at all.  Tony was alone.  Tony was supposed to die alone.

“After this, we’ll play tennis.  I mean I’ll play tennis.  And golf.  You’ll watch.  I’ll talk and laugh with my friends, but I hope you’ll watch.  I want you to watch.  I want you to be there, Tony…”

Peter’s eyes spoke volumes, his angelic face just inches away.  He wore the same sweater he had worn that last time Tony saw him… the last time they had stayed up for hours after they were done in the lab, talking, laughing, joking.  Listening to Tony explain why he wasn’t going to be dating anymore… not dating another Avenger, not dating anyone.  Because when Pepper left it was proof what he had suspected all along.  That he had failed.  That he deserved to be all alone.

“I made it.  I’m an inventor, like you.  Try it Tony.  Won’t you?  Just try it….”

Tony's struggle to keep his emotions in check were failing.  He was choking up… soon he would be sobbing.  Because it was Peter.  Peter was in his dream.  Peter, breaking all the rules, was here down on the floor with him, offering him a beer.  

And after that, Peter would help him stand up.  Save his life.  Keep him living.  Cheer him on while he suited up and fought Obadiah Stane. And then Whiplash, and then Aldrich Killian, and then whatever else Archvillian came his way. But Peter wouldn’t just be cheering, Peter would be fighting beside him.  And Tony knew that this was true, because Peter had come into his dream.  Peter had come to save him.

“Won’t you take it, Tony?  Won’t you take what I’m offering?”

Despite the gaping hole in his chest, Tony sat up easily.  Gladly took the glass from Peter’s hand.  Raised it in a toast, and then drank.  It tasted like nothing, of course.  It tasted like the inside of his dry mouth.  But it would just be a matter of minutes before Tony woke up.

Tony was going to wake up in his empty bed.  And then Tony was going to make a phone call.

Tony was going to take what was offered.

[dorian-they-ao3]

[captshipper]

is there a "starker week" kind of event?

[irondad-defensesquad]

i like to think tony is already affectionate with peter, and after he has morgan, tony is even more tender with peter

(not st/arker)

[thestarkerisobvious]

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

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

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

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

“Say it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know that, right?  

“Say it back to me.”

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

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

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

Finally, Tony nodded.

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

view the amazing original here

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

[thestarkerisobvious]

SNIPPET

“Peter?  Look at me.”

Peter couldn't help but to blush. His face was all flushed and the redness was going down his neck. 

He took a moment to meet Tony's brown eyes. 

"Yes, Tony?" 

“You know I want to make you feel good, you know that, right?”  He cleared his throat, trying his best to speak in a normal voice (not easy, when his whole body was so hard he was practically vibrating)

The young one nodded.  "I do. I know that" he smiled. 

“And I can trust you - to tell me if something doesn’t feel good, right?  I need to know that you’re still ready to tell me ‘no’ when something just doesn’t work.  If you tell me ‘No, Tony’ then I will back off, and I won’t push you.  And I’ll know that it really isn’t working for you.  But as long as you say “Daddy” I’ll know it’s my job to… to stay close and to make you feel safe.  Does that make sense?”

"It does," he agreed, leaning into Tony's touch as he kept both his hands around Tony's massive erection. 

"I trust you, Tony… you're my Daddy" he kissed his lips ever so gently.                           

“I’m so lucky to have you…” he leaned forward, kissing the boy with a moan.  “I don’t know what I did to deserve having you here, but you’re here, and I’m so grateful.”

-from a longer work by @thestarkerisobvious and @cutepandaprincess

[thestarkerisobvious]

IT IS FINISHED

anyone wanna read some spooky Starker?

I will post one chapter a day until it's done!

If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading