#starker-prompt

[winterspiderpurrs]

Okay but the thought of someone questioning WHY Peter's shirts are too big/oversized

" Oh. I kept my ex's shirts in the break up. Unless there is one they want back really bad. Otherwise I keep them. They are so comfy"

The Jealously that is felt is crazy.

[starkercreamery]

Tony with one hand in between Peter's thighs, playing with him, as he looks into those dark brown doe eyes that are hazy, dilated and heavily lidded, as he whispers, "feels good, kid?", "yeah? Daddy's pretty boy," "you gonna cum for Daddy like this, baby?" "Doing so good Petey, making daddy so proud," and he continues to praise Peter until the kid's all dumb and overstimulated from both orgasms and praises.

[rainghosted]

Let your imagination play😉😏

[the-sugar-in-the-whiskey]

OHMYGOD Soulmates finding your lost shit…

I just read:

Exactly What You're Looking For by snarkymuch &

Finding the Lost by TheStrange_One

If you lose something your soulmate finds it next to them when they wake up.

CAN YOU IMAGINE ALL THE SHIT TONY & PETER WOULD LOSE. Can you?!

CAN YOU?

And the amount of angst this would have as Tony finds out the age-gap…🥵

How long they would know without acknowledging.

The DENIAL

All the ways this could play out… OHMYGOD

Tony finding something of uncle Ben’s that he just couldn’t NOT give back. So he has to give it to him.

Peter waking up with a set of rings… HEY MR. STARK, thought you might need these back. Oh hey and by the way… I’m your soulmate. So yeeeeaaaah, hope THAT works out for ya! Congrats and all😅🤦🏼‍♀️😂 Then just like DISAPPEARS and Tony has another crisis.

PEPPER finds something of Peter’s in their bed…

[spiderlinging]

When Peter breaks into the Sanctum Sanctorum after No Way Home, he finds a portal that was accidentally left active and open. Figuring he has literally nothing to lose, he makes the jump.

When he lands, it's in front of a drunk, broken, divorced Tony Stark, drinking away his sorrow after he lost his own Peter a second time after that Peter came back only to die on the battlefield using the gauntlet.

Maybe his Parker Luck is finally turning around

[babybatscreationsv2]

Morality Gap

Marvel | Starker

Peter didn't seem interested in Tony's new, superior form. But with a few modifications, the sonic taser was perfected to work even on super spiders.

Rating: Explicit

For this prompt

Warnings and tags below

Warnings/tags: noncon, dark fic, sim!Tony, temporary paralysis, dehumanization and humiliation, crying, fear kink, possessiveness, rough sex, spit as lube

A shrill, horrifying, sound cut into his ears. His hands flew up to cover them, but in seconds those arms went limp. His whole body did. He fell, knees buckling, but he didn't get far before he was scooped up and off of his feet.

He looked up at the ceiling. In the corner of his vision was Tony and he was grinning ear to ear.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. It's not permanent. Hurts though, doesn't it?" He carried him through the apartment. Peter's heart raced, but for all the adrenaline in his system, he still couldn't move. Why couldn't he move?

"It took some tweaking to make sure I had it right," he continued as he walked. "Your super healing, those spider-like reflexes, one tiny mistake and it wouldn't work. I've never had somebody turn me down before and I wasn't going to start now." He chuckled as if they were both in on some joke.

Tony laid him down in his bed. His body flopped uselessly like a rag doll. Tony adjusted him how he wanted him. Then stood over him, eyes skimming his body with greed.

"You're too moral." He pouted. "Maybe the old Tony, the weaker me could have had you. But he never would have asked." He started to unbutton his shirt.

"Between the age gap and the mentorship and Pepper," he scoffed. He slipped the shirt down from his shoulders and unbuttoned the sleeves. Then he tossed the shirt neatly into the hamper. He crawled up the bed from the bottom until he leaned over him. Peter felt suffocated.

"You want me." His fingers dragged down Peter's body from his collarbone to his hip. He shuddered. That hand clamped down on his hip, squeezing. He glared at him, mouth in an unmatched smirk, a look of violent possession. "You're mine. I've only made it easier for the both of us."

He reached up again. This time his fingers pressed the emblem on his chest. He hadn't realized before that the suit would respond to Tony's touch as well. Why would he even think about it? The material obediently expanded away from his skin and allowed itself to be pulled down, right off his feet. Tony tossed it away like it was trash.

His hands were greedy all over his body. Groping his chest, his waist, his ass, and thighs. Tony licked his lips.

"I considered drugging you, but I want you to watch this, feel it, remember it. I'm going to ruin you, baby. No one else will ever touch you with your mind comparing them to me and we both know that no one can compare." He grinned with his perfect white teeth and a gleam in his eyes.

Tony bent his knees and pushed his legs apart. His eyes stung in embarrassment and betrayal. He couldn't see what Tony was doing, but he could feel his hands rubbing his thighs. Then he touched his cock. His hand was violating and cold. Like a doctor's exam. He rubbed and fondled him until, to his shame, he felt himself getting hard.

"That's my good boy," Tony purred. He stuck a finger in his mouth and pulled it out wet. Peter felt it rubbing against his hole. A tear finally fell from his eye.

"You're gonna be so good for me aren't you? You can't really do anything else," Tony laughed. He pushed his finger inside. It felt strange and violating, but as he wiggled it around it felt undeniably good even though that did nothing to make it better. "Such a perfect little fuck hole you've got here. Tight and hot. My device really did you in good, though, didn't it? Not even an involuntary response. Lucky you. That means you're going to stretch right open for me."

He could just see him in her periphery, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants. He was so perfectly vulnerable while Tony remained fully covered, everywhere but the cock in his fist. Tony slapped it against his hip.

"I'm not small, either, but I've always taken you for a size queen," he teased. Something blunt and big touched his hole. He would have sworn it was his fist.

"I thought about lube," Tony continued to talk to himself. "But you're going to open up so easily and a little friction never bothered me. Of course you'll probably bleed a bit. I'll make sure you're good and sore tomorrow. As always, I've thought it all through."

He spit and Peter felt it drip between his cheek. Tony rubbed his cock in it, then he pushed against his opening. Peter stared at the ceiling above, silently screaming as he was violated. It wasn't the most painful thing he'd experienced by a mile. The trouble was Tony's look of satisfaction as he penetrated him, the humiliation that twisted in his belly, the terror of being completely helpless. Tony grabbed his thighs and pulled him back on it. He moaned as Peter's ass met his pelvis.

"Perfect," he sighed. "You're the perfect fleshlight." Peter bounced like he was weightless on Tony's cock. The man stared down at him like he was starving. When he got tired of bouncing him like a toy, he leaned over him, bracing himself on his arms. His face filled Peter's vision and he was unable to look away. The pleasure on his face was horrible. The way his cheeks were flushed and his pupils were wide. A satisfied grinned stretched his lips as he looked into Peter's unblinking eyes and pushed deep into his gut.

He spoke gently as if they were lovers. "It must be awful being unable to move when what you really want is to wrap your legs around my waist."

He stopped his relentless assault only to push his cock in as deep as it would go and roll his hips there, fucking the deepest part of him. It hurt and there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't so much as squirm. He'd never felt so terrified or so trapped.

"It must feel amazing. You're so lucky for the man of your dreams to be your first." Peter wasn't even sure if he was taunting him anymore or if he meant that. He didn't feel lucky. He felt violated. Betrayed. He willed his body to move and nothing responded. He felt heavy and limp. The inability to move only made the pain and friction that much worse with nothing else to focus on.

"You're such a pretty thing, too. You couldn't be more perfect if I made you, myself." Tony's fingers brushed lovingly down the side of his face. His hand pushed into his hair, tugging lightly at the roots. He grabbed Peter's leg under the knee and bent his leg back nearly to his chest. The position, his tender touch, it was nauseatingly intimate. Not to mention, he was carelessly pushing his flexibility to the limit without any way for Peter to tell him that it hurt. He wouldn't care if it did and that made him feel sick just as well.

"You're almost hard, too. Look at that." He picked up Peter's cock between his fingers and let it slap back down against his belly. "You really are loving this, fucking slut. Don't worry, I won't force you to cum. I'm gonna leave you hard and wet, until you beg me for it. You won't want it any other way after this."

Tears welled in his eyes as he felt Tony cum inside him. He moaned luxuriously, clearly mocking him by the smirk on his lips.

"What a good cum dump you've been. Maybe next time you could do more than lay there, kid." He patted Peter's thigh before laying his legs back down on the bed. Then he flipped him over. He lifted his hips and grabbed a pillow, stuffing it underneath him so his ass was lifted. "Wouldn't want to make a mess, would we?"

He left the bed. Peter couldn't see him. He couldn't see anything but the wall. He listened to him get dressed, wishing he would finally leave or his body would finally move.

"I'll leave you alone with your thoughts," Tony said "I'm sure you won't want me around when you recover. It'll be too much for your mind. Don't worry, I won't tease you when you come asking me for it. Well, only a little."

The door closed behind him. Sometime later, Peter regained the ability to wiggle his fingers, but it was hours before he could walk again.

[neoreader0805]

Another prompt outplaced:

After two years of being married to Peter, Tony's body started to deteriorate from palladium poisoning, and now his days are numbered to the grief of all his loved ones, especially his husband himself. And after weeks and months of looking for all types of medicine available, no cure was found. Tony died at age 49 and Peter was declared as SI's successor.

The general public firmly believed that Peter was responsible for Tony's death, fueling claims that Peter had only pursued Tony for the company's assets. However, as the years went by, Peter raised SI to new heights through his brilliance and earned the respect of all its employees. Despite his success, skepticism about his original intentions lingers, and the media continues to speculate regarding his husband’s death.

Except Tony has been chilling inside a cryo for 10 years by his husband's order.

Peter, grieving since Tony's body started to fail, has tried to create a cure for Tony himself. But time was not on his side, and he was not able to finish it on time. After everyone said their goodbyes, Peter secretly took his husband's body (with the help of FRIDAY), put it in the cryo, and bid his time to create a cure that can treat all illnesses. And after 10 years of juggling his duties to the company and reviving his husband, Peter finally did it. The sight of THE Tony Stark walking among the living again left every one scrambling. When the whole story was revealed, people were perplexed by the lengths Peter went to in order to bring his husband back.

Now we got a hotter more matured Peter in his 30s and a really fit Daddy Tony in his 50s, they are both superpowered and will live a long, long, happy lives. The end.

TLDR:

Peter created extremis to bring back his husband to life after being frozen in cryo for a decade

p.s. I want the angst and mad scientist!Peter still being his precious, pure, innocent, fluffy, wholesome self through it all

p.p.s. Oh, and I would like to see a whole press con drama with Peter (after missing Tony for a decade) and Tony (just being his smitten and whipped self) smothering each other with sweet whispers, soul-gazing stares, and affectionate touches in front of a whole bunch of reporters, live-streamed, for the whole world to see the true nature of their marriage.

[handmedaisies]

mr. i dont like being handed things stark does a double take when the new PA guy peter parker grabs his hand to feed it with a serious amount of paper sheets meanwhile pepper stands in the corner smirking because she knows she hired this one for a reason

[rosannadrinkstoforgetstarker]

Starker prompt: Peter's sense goes off in the middle of the night and he goes to the living room to find Tony staring at a glass of whiskey with tears in his eyes. Peter asks what's wrong and Tony tries to deny it but he just had a massive nightmare and can't stop crying.

Peter: Do you want a hug?

Tony: I'm fine kid

Peter: Let me rephrase, do you need a hug?

Tony: Maybe

It's giving recovering alcoholic, anxiety driven and nightmare having Tony.

[starker1975]

Starker consensual dub-con where Tony takes Peter out for his 21st birthday and he gets sloppy drunk. Tony takes him home to have his way with him. They preemptively agreed that yes Peter really means it when he’s begging for Tony to fuck him. The alcohol affects nothing. 🖤🥰

[obligatorynasty]

I would really adore some meet cute starker where Peter is a bumbling temp hire for a catering company at a Stark Industries gala. He can't quite keep up with the demands and stress of catering but he is still the genius we all know and love.

Maybe after dropping far too many plates, he gets yelled at and sent on break. He sulks out of view behind the main stage and overhears the emcee struggling to get the science portion of Mr. Stark's introduction speech correct. Peter does the Peter thing and wants to help. He tries to coach the emcee through it because he truly gets the science and global impact of Tony's recent inventions and it's a real scientific breakthrough and Peter is fully a Tony Stark fanboy.

Maybe the emcee says "fuck it, why don't you explain it for me, kid?" And suddenly, Peter's being dragged on stage to introduce Tony Stark and his achievements, and he's awkward and wearing his catering uniform and doesn't quite know where to look or what to do with his hands in front of all these people and cameras, but he still gushes about every detail of the science.

And Tony is secretly falling head over heels for this random awkward kid that just gets it.

[winterspiderpurrs]

Peter's skin being sensitive after the spider bite. He hates the feel of the towel as he dries off after a shower.

He knows its no ones fault, but can't really afford the towels that don't irritate his skin. So he got used to air drying. Only using the towel for the hair on the top of his head and just relaxes on his bed or at his desk naked the rest of the time.

If he was in a real hurry then he would just rush quickly with a towel before getting dressed.

He got used to being on his own and walking around naked til he dried off.

Sometimes he just forgets he doesn't live alone anymore.

[starkercreamery]

Peter stealing one of Tony's Iron Man helmets after his death because he couldn't deal with it properly so he just stares at the helmet, keeps it in his closet, until one night, he accidentally (manages) to activate it and it's a video of Tony on the spaceship, mourning Peter.

"I'm sorry, kid. I wish I was better. I lost you tonight and I feel like you took my whole soul with you."

[rainghosted]

Just some physical touch with Starker

Peter never really noticed how much he craved touch until Tony came into his life, not as Iron Man, not as the genius-billionaire Avenger, but as the man who reached for his hand first without hesitation.

It started small, fingers brushing in the lab as they handed each other tools. The way Tony would gently knock his shoulder into Peter’s when he made him laugh. Casual, effortless, simple. But over time, it grew.

In Public

Tony Stark was a man who didn’t shy away from attention, but when it came to Peter, his touches were softer, more grounded.

They’d be walking through the Tower or a crowded gala, and Tony’s fingers would instinctively find Peter’s.

Sometimes, Tony would rest a possessive hand on Peter’s lower back while guiding him through reporters or agents. Other times, when Peter looked a little tired or anxious, Tony would slip an arm around his waist, keeping him close, steadying his steps without saying a word.

Once, at a fundraiser, Peter had been overwhelmed by the press attention and flashing lights. Tony had leaned over, whispered, “Deep breath, babyboy,” and slid his hand into Peter’s, squeezing just enough to ground him. Peter held on like it was a lifeline.

In Private

That’s where the touches bloomed into something richer.

Peter loved how Tony’s hands always found him, whether it was a lazy Saturday or a post-mission wind-down. Tony would come up behind him at the kitchen counter, arms snaking around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder.

“You’re warm,” Tony would mumble, and Peter would lean back into him with a soft smile.

At night, Peter fell asleep best with his head on Tony’s chest, the gentle beat of his arc reactor humming beneath his cheek. Tony’s hand would play in his curls, sometimes trailing up and down his back.

On couch nights, Peter often found himself stretched out with his legs tangled in Tony’s, his back against Tony’s chest. They’d watch movies, half-paying attention, more focused on each other’s touch than the plot.

And Tony?

He always touched with purpose. A hand over Peter’s as they worked in the lab. A soft brush of knuckles against his jaw after an argument. Fingertips dancing along Peter’s thigh when they sat too close during team meetings.

Peter would blush. Tony would smirk. And neither would move away.

After a Bad Mission

Peter had come back with bruises. Nothing serious, but enough to have Tony pacing.

When Peter finally returned to the Tower, sore and exhausted, Tony didn’t speak. He just pulled him close, arms tight around his shoulders. Hand buried in Peter’s hair. Foreheads pressed together.

They didn’t need words. Peter’s slight tremble and Tony’s steady grip said everything.

“You always hold me like I’m going to break,” Peter murmured.

“No,” Tony whispered back. “I hold you like you’re the only thing I can’t afford to lose.”

And When the World Went Quiet.

It was late. Rain tapped at the windows, the city muffled in a dreamy hush. Peter stood at the glass, watching the skyline in Tony’s oversized hoodie, hair messy from sleep.

Tony came up behind him and wrapped his arms around Peter’s waist, burying his nose in his neck. They swayed gently, no music needed.

“I missed you today,” Peter whispered.

Tony held him tighter. “I missed you every minute.”

From hand-holding in public to chest-to-back hugs in the privacy of their room, Tony and Peter didn’t need grand gestures to prove anything.

And the way their hands always found their way back, whether lost in a crowd or lying in silence—said more than words ever could.

They had each other.

[spiderlinging]

Peter goes rogue after NWH and figures out a way to cross universes. Rather than settling down somewhere, he goes around ensuring all the other Peter Parkers are getting the happy endings they deserve (and that he couldn't have), starting by making sure to do whatever it takes to protect the Tony Stark of each universe.

Maybe along the way he runs into a traveling Tony Stark trying to do exactly the same thing.

[veenusboy]

Thought:

A fic about widowed Tony going to visit the grave of his recently departed wife late at night while on a booze binge only to find a nearby grave completely dug up and coffin opened in such a bizarre way. He hears growling behind him and stumbles upon Ghoul!Peter feasting on the corpse he was tearing apart.

He yelps and falls backward, crawling away from the sight only for Peter to gain on him in inhuman speed and on all fours which is really creepy, with dried blood on those small pink lips that revealed enlongated sharp teeth and a shrill shriek leaving Peter's throat. Tony is pretty sure this is how it all ends, the great Iron Man done in by a fucking MONSTER he thought only existed in story books and movies.

But wait?? Peter is sniffing him?? Giving his face a lick with a weirdly LONGG tongue from scalp to chin only for the boy to scuttle off into the night without hurting or taking a chomp out of him?? What the fuck??

Later on that week and after many long nights trying to decide if he was crazy or not he attends a college tour happening at his tower and aims to put on a nice presence for the students only to find THE SAID BOY among the bunch? Not full monster mode, hair glistening a soft brown in the windows rays and emitting a laugh that made Tony's belly feel tingly and heart skipping.

What was going on??

AKA: Ghoul!Peter being taken in by Tony and Tony finding out what the term 'monster fucker' REALLY means

Yes, this WILL be written