#starker!moodboard

[theginkosakata]

[muse-of-gods]

Tony has tied Peter to their bed multiple times during sex. That's how they've always done it, and Peter is fine with it. So Peter is surprised when he comes home one day, only to find Tony waiting for him, arms spread and tied to their bed. Ready for him to take what he needs.

For @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo 2024: Tied to bed - Bingo Card below

[starker-sorbet]

Mafia heir and brat Peter falling for his bodyguard assigned to him by his uncle.

[lovelystarkersworld]

some nerdy bfs working

(edit of them from pinterest @/ antonioplacidob)

[pretty-bratty]

Found it in my drafts. How did I forget to post it?!

[pastself]

Want for Nothing by pastself (on ao3)

Complete! 80k+ | Peter Parker/Tony Stark | Post-Avengers 2012 AU/Different first meeting AU | Sugar Daddy but not really

Here's the thing: Peter didn’t need a new coat. Or a flashy sports car. Or a penthouse apartment. But if Tony Stark's love was a literal gift, then Peter wasn't about to return it to sender. The money was never the problem. The problem was — as usual — other people. Or, Tony becomes Peter's Financial Stability!Daddy and people have opinions. None of them good.

[papermacherainbow]

A Much Better Birthday From the Hi, Sweetheart universe

Peter hadn't been excited about a birthday in five years, but his twenty-third (the first one since he saved Tony) was actually sounding promising. The birthday buzz seemed to have caught on to everyone, or maybe they all felt bad about the last time they threw him a big birthday bash- and Tony seemed determined to make up for all the ones he missed. It all culminates in an even bigger party than his eighteenth, with friends, family, and teammates coming in from far and wide to celebrate. Turns out the reason they were all so excited, was because Tony had a very special present planned. An engagement ring engraved with the same pattern as their soul marks and a proposal speech that made Peter cry tears of joy rather than grief. All in all, his twenty-third birthday turned out much better than his eighteenth.

For @pparker-birthday-bash Prompt: Proposal

[starkerhowlter]

Sugar Daddy! Tony taking his Sugar Baby! Peter on a vacation to Paris for their honeymoon

@starkerfestivals card under the cut

[thestarkerisobvious]

Warmth

based on a prompt by @awesomestarker

story by @thestarkerisobvious and @mrstarksbaby

moodboard by @mrstarksbaby

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Best.  Vacation.  Ever.

It was silly, but ever since that one year that the electricity had gone out, Peter insisted.  One entire day without electricity.  Except for the refrigerator, of course.  And the hot water heater.  But that was all.  As little device use as possible.  Even to look up information.  That’s what books were for.  During the day they would read or play chess or play card games with the tarot deck or just sit and talk in the sunlit rooms and enjoy the day.  Then, at night, sleeping, bundled up in the living room by the fireplace.  Just like they had done that first winter.

Peter shouldn’t be happy the electricity went out that one year.  Shouldn’t be thankful.  Should acknowledge, at least, some of the danger they could have been in (if it weren’t for the generator.  And the backup generator, of course…)

But he couldn’t help it.  Right now, he was glowing.  Even in the cold cabin, he was glowing.  He should at least go wrap up in the fuzzy blanket again - and he would soon - but for now he stayed where he was.

Watching the Sexiest Man Alive chop wood.

And he was.  Officially.  Voted Sexiest Man Alive.  More than once.  And Peter, now sitting in the seat closest to the window, almost shivering with the cold, couldn’t have agreed more.

He had sat there with the cup of hot cocoa Tony had made for him at his feet.  He had been sitting at the kitchen table, reading in the sunlit room.  He had found an old Llewellen book (“Charms, Spells and Formulas”) that he had bought ages ago at a used book store but never got around to reading.  He was now pouring over a chapter about “gris-gris bags” and scribbling out lists of herbs to look up.  One list to check against Tony’s fully-stocked spice rack, one to check against his collection at home, and one to check against the internet as soon as they allowed themselves back on line.

Tony had only rolled his eyes and groaned at the idea of ordering MORE spell ingredients, but didn’t interfere with the new project until he noticed Peter was shivering at the table, tucking his hands under his legs when his fingers got too cold to write.  

“Humor me,” Tony countered when Peter insisted “I’m fine!” through chattering teeth.  The next thing he knew he was sitting in the living room in front of the fire, warming his hands on a mug of hot cocoa.  

“Are these cinnamon for my protection?” Peter asked with a grin.  “Maybe,” Tony said with a sideways grin.  “Someone has to protect you from yourself.”   

Peter smiled, silently stirring in the intention.  Then noticed that Tony was rolling up his sleeves.   

“And what are you doing?”

“We need more of this,” Tony replied, kicking a pice of firewood with his boot.  “I’ll be back.”

And now here they were - Tony outside chopping firewood, Peter sitting at the couch closest to the window so he could watch.  Watch and wonder.

What was it about that man, Peter wondered, watching those powerful arms move, the iron muscles flex as Tony raised the ax above his head over and over again.  It wasn’t the muscular build, not that alone.  It couldn’t have been.  Captain America had bigger biceps, and much bigger pectorals.  And Thor, well, Thor was a god.  Who towered above all of them, making even Cap look like a short man.  There were more muscular men in Peter’s life.  And as for strength…

…Peter lay back a little in his seat by the window.  Smiling wistfully.  

The truth was, Peter was stronger than Tony.  Stronger than most of the Avengers, actually.  Possibly as strong as Captain America, although Peter never set out to prove it.  Never needed to.  He knew what he knew.  Besides, it didn’t matter.

Peter never thought much about being so strong.  Never thought about the muscles he had built up just swinging across New York City every day, or lifting vehicles off of each other in pileups.  In fact, whenever he thought about being “strong” the only thought, the only memory, that came to mind was holding a splitting ferry full of people together on his own.  He wasn’t strong, not compared to fracturing ferries, or collapsing concrete buildings, or crashing airplanes.  So he never really thought about how much stronger he was than Tony.

Oh, but in Tony’s arms at night, it felt so good to feel weak…

“Enjoying the view?” Tony asked as he brought in the first load of firewood. 

“Very much so,” Peter acknowledged.   

Tony headed outside again, closing the door firmly behind him to keep in the heat.  Peter shivered a bit, grinning to himself.  Tonight was going to be sweet.  When Tony was done chopping firewood he would probably want a shower - a good place to warm them both up, certainly - and then they would have to figure out another way to keep themselves warm.  Although maybe not.  It was barely afternoon, maybe too early in the day for that.  Peter would get up from his seat and, after finding a warm sweater, find some way of making Tony a meal.  As a reward for all this wood-chopping.  They had a whole list of dishes that could be made with the use of the battery powered hotplate or the fire  - some sandwich melts, probably..  And maybe even some hot coco.  Yes, certainly some hot cocoa.  Definitely.  As a reward for all this wood-chopping.

Peter would do that.  Get up from his chilly seat by the window and do that.  But not just yet.

Because right now, Peter just wanted to watch.

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[starksvinyls]

what started as a fun vacation on tony's private yacht, turned into a nightmare when a freak storm suddenly forms. now the couple are shipwrecked on a deserted island, and must figure out a way off.

for @starkerfestivals mer-may event, prompt 'shipwreck'

[thegreenmetblue]

“Pete, today is a special day you know why ?”

“Why Daddy ? Is it my birthday ?”

“No little one.”

“Hey! Don’t laugh at me!”

“Im laughing because you’re adorable. Stop pouting now.”

“Why special day?”

“Because I found Mr. Bear and Fluff.”

“Mr. Bear and Fluff ?”

“Yeah… They were my stuffies when I was a kid.”

“Your stuffies ? Daddy I wanna see them!”

“Yeah I figured that. There they are.”

“Daddy I love them! They are both bears! I love bears! Did you love bears like me ?”

“Mhmh, I did. And you know.. Daddy is too busy to take care of them now, plus I have you, I don’t need stuffies anymore, there’s nobody I want to take care more of that you, Pete. So what do you say about adopting Mr. Bear and Fluff ?”

“Yes! I’ll take care really good Daddy I promise! I love them already.”

“I know you will Pumpkin, I trust you more than anyone for this job.”

[theginkosakata]

I could be the man who grows old with you

I wanna grow old with you

[muse-of-gods]

Tony is away on a business trip and no matter how much Peter promised himself not to bother him, he can't contain himself. And what starts out with innocent texts soon turns into a hot phone sex session, as Tony reminds Peter of all the filthy things he will do to him once he's back.

For @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo 2024: Phone Sex - Bingo Card below

[starker-sorbet]

Peter flirting with and seducing his favourite teacher Mr Stark

@starkerfestivals Extended AUpril: Education card below

[lovelystarkersworld]

a look into Tony's photos of Peter

[madeforstarker]

Prompt Fill: Stealing Clothes | Sitting on Lap

🧸 ♡ 》 ~

"WHERE IS YOUR MIT HOODIE DADDY?!"

"They're in the laundry right now, baby love."

Tony looks up from his work when he doesn't hear a reply from his little, the baby boy looked so heartbroken, eyes glassy and lower lips wobbling.

"How am I suppose to live then?" Peter cries out dramatically, stomping his foot on the floor.

Tony couldn't help the soft and amused chuckle that slipped past his lips, he pats his lap, calling out for his little, "how about you sit on daddy's lap while I finish my work and we'll have nuggies and fries later?"

Peter gasps and runs to Tony's lap, almost tripping but Tony caught him in time, the boy looked at him with such excitement, "dino nuggies, dada?"

He smiles at Peter and adjusts the kid on his lap before placing a soft kiss on his baby boy's pout, "dino nuggies and maybe some letter nuggies? Show daddy how to spell your name and Daddy's?"

Peter nods rapidly, "yes yes!", "then I will get your hoodies after they dry, dada?"

Tony chuckles, "you can have all of my clothes, bambino, what's mine is yours because you're my little love."

"And you're my daddy love!"

"I wouldn't have it any other way, baby love."

《 dedicated to my co-kiddo @starker-raving-mads i love youuuu 》 🧸🤎