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Or Peter seeks out the rain, like he goes out when it is raining or will soon rain because then there are less people in the streets or hiking in the nearby woods?

One thing I have been wondering is how is Peter with rain?? Like... does it bother him with all the extra noise? Or is it like a calming white noise?

Like... I can just picture Peter in his yellow raincoat, hood covering his head just standing there. Maybe even sitting on a park bench.

He is either having a hard time concentrating or he is relaxed.

And maybe Bucky joins him, maybe bringing him an umbrella. So little soft interaction between them. Could be as friends could be as more.

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#5

Okay so I’ve had this prompt(?)/idea(?)/plot outline(?) stuck in my mind ever since Black Panther gave me Erik “Killmonger” Stevens🥺 to drool over so here it goes:

• Post CW: Peter and Tony have been together for almost 2 years, Peter’s convinced their endgame cuz they’re both so in love. WRONG, Peter discovers that Tony’s been cheating on him with Steve for the past 6 months when Tony moans Steve’s name during sex.

• Tony tries to apologize, excuses start flying out his ass, “Baby you know you’re the only one for me.” Peter, against his better judgement, relents and they try to make it work.

• Not even a week goes by, he walks in on Tony and Steve. Tony tries to appease him but NOPE, Peter packs his bags and leaves.

• On May’s suggestion, Peter goes on sabbatical to Oakland where he decides to volunteer at the Wakandan embassy. There he starts to heal and stuff. Then, he gets the chance to actually go to Wakanda for immersion.

• In Wakanda he meets the newly healed and inducted prince N’Jadaka (Erik). It’s rough at first, Erik is closed off and Peter’s just starting to find himself again but they make it work. They complement each other and they’re beautiful together.

• 4 years later, SI is in need of Vibranium so Pepper and Tony, who’s not looking so great cuz him and Steve are just not okay, travel to Wakanda to negotiate with the Foreign Relations co chair and COO of the Wakandan Vibranium Distribution

• They arrive in a lavish conference room, set up their presentation/proposal, the door opens and a Dora Milajae announces the arrival of “the soon-to-be Prince Consort of Wakanda, the fiancée of Prince N’Jadaka, the Foreign Relations co chair and the COO of the WVD, Dr. Peter Benjamin Parker.”

• “Good morning ladies and gentlemen, shall we start the presentation? I have a meeting with our wedding planner and a cake tasting this afternoon. Who knew planning for a royal wedding was going to be so much work?” Everybody present laughs except for Tony.

• Because there in front of Tony is the man whose heart he broke looking absolutely breathtaking with a dazzling smile on his face and his heart aches remembering how much he fucked this up not just for himself but also for SI.

🤩TADAAA🤩

This actually looks more like an outline as opposed to a prompt but when I started writing the words just wouldn’t stop😅 anyways I’m just sooo glad I got this out of my system as I’ve been playing this story in my head for so long.💕✨

26 notes - Posted June 8, 2022

#4

❤️IL SUO CUORE💙

This is my first ever starker fic and I hope you like it. The fic is not beta read because this was supposed to just be a ficlet that turned into a full length-ish one. For some reason when I opened my Notes app this story just started to write itself so its rushed and not perfect, so please be kind to it🙏🏽 alsooo TW‼️ for attempt at non-con starting from: “memories of his Heart” up to “Back pressed against the wall”. If anyone wants to beta this please feel free to dm me and I’ll post it on ao3 🤩anyways here’s the fic, I hope you like it!🥺✨💕

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It happened. The one thing that Tony tried to warn everyone about. “A suit of armor around the world”, that’s what they needed but no one NO ONE believed him and it cost him the one thing THE ONE THING he couldn’t live without. THE ONE THING he’d burn the whole world for.

Two years. Two blissful, mind numbingly wonderful years became the film reel he’d see every damn time he closed his eyes. Whispers beneath black silk sheets. Smiles reserved only for him surrounded by his creations, Their children. Declarations of “It’s going to be You and Me together Baby, always.” Hazelnut eyes sparkling with intelligence, wit, and love. The Love he lost in a planet lightyears away from home. Gooey caramel eyes that looked at him with so much adoration and warmth. So desperate to feel a smidgen of that warmth again, he plunged right back into old habits.

“Tony, you need to stop this! You’re killing yourself!” Tony looked at her, tumbler creaking under the weight of his hand. The woman he thought he loved years ago. Ha! She couldn’t even accept the biggest part of him. Couldn’t look at the symbol of his determination and perseverance to live. No, He was the only one who truly loved him but He’s gone now, he failed Him. Dust in a small alabaster jar on his nightstand. A reminder that He loved him as fiercely as He protected the city that raised Him.

“Why don’t we go away for a little while Tony. Some place quite just the two of us huh? Please for me.” Please for Me. Please for Me. PLEASE FOR ME. Tony, let’s go grab dinner. We’ve been stuck on this equation for 10 hours. Come on, please for Me. Everything imploded. Arms suddenly embraced him. Sinking on his knees and letting the grief wash over his soul, at least what remained of it after Titan. Tony relented, succumbed to the comfort he didn’t love.

Nobody knew of course. To everyone else, Tony Stark didn’t lose anyone of importance to him. They had no fucking idea that the Heart he finally had after decades of iron and pain and false affection turned to crumbled in front of his eyes, Dust in a small alabaster jar on his nightstand.

The house by the lake was what Tony envisioned the first time He said, “You know, I love New York. I’m tied to her but sometimes I just want to put my feet up, lounge on a swing by the porch looking out to a lake with you by my side.” He would’ve loved it here. His Nymph, his little Sunflower Prince. This would’ve been Their paradise, His meadow, the house he built for Him beside the lake He imagined, porch swing included.

She didn’t let him bring anything he could work on. “No distractions, please. You need to rest.” That’s what she insisted on. She could try and take away, his projects, holograms, ban him from his workshop, but she could never take away the old Starkphone with busted up screen from him. “This isn’t a distraction! It’s my Lifeline Pep!” A Lifeline filled with conversations of forever, images of those two years, and His voice. She tried to fight him for it but she backed off eventually, said “okay Tony” and went back to her calls. Her worked distracted her enough from realizing that he had another lifeline strapped to his thigh for safekeeping.

“Tony, come on. I know you want it, need it even.” It became a routine a few weeks after she sequestered him in the middle of nowhere. “No Pep. I don’t want it. I don’t need it. I have my own room for a reason.” A conversation repeated almost everyday now with the same words said, the same responses given. And every time she sulks, flounces around house, clattering pots, pouting, looking at him with glassy ice blue eyes, he apologizes like it’s his fault he doesn’t want to touch her like that. Can’t even stomach anyone touching him like how his Heart used to.

He sleeps, he eats, he tries to survive. She “dotes” on him, tries to get him to open up, then tries to distract him with SI work because “the company still employs thousands of people Tony. We can’t all be stuck in our grief.” With nothing to drown himself with, he relents. Works on improving tech for Stark now that “Tony’s had time to grieve and he’s going back to work Mr. Walker, don’t worry I’ll make sure of it.”

They celebrate the company hitting another milestone 1 year, 7 months, 16 days after Titan, after the snap, after he put Dust in a small alabaster jar on his nightstand. Stark giving the world a breakthrough in first response equipment. A biodegradable easy to use adhesive for wounds based on His formula. A formula tucked away in the servers he made for Him. Servers she had no right snooping around in. “This could help a lot of people Tony. Relief operations, rescue missions they’re still happening. SI could aid in those efforts.” He wasn’t convinced, this was His. His creation and no one but Him should decide what to do with it but he’s gone, Dust in a small alabaster jar on his nightstand. “Okay” he yields.

“This is great Tony. We’re still on top of almost all major fields. Stark is still the powerhouse we built despite everything that’s happened. And you’re finally coming out of your funk. Here, I know you shouldn’t but since it’s a special occasion you can have a glass or two.” One glass, two, three, four. One bottle, two, three, four. He sat there, throat burning, vision blurring, his whole world spinning, it was nice feeling warm again, even just a little bit. He wants nothing more than to keep floating, drifting like he did in the Benatar. No expectations, no deadlines, no pressure, just him and memories of his Heart.

Then a weight on his lap disturbs his peace. Arms around his neck, hands on his hair, chapped lips on his. “It’s okay Tony. I know what you need. Don’t worry I’ll take care of everything. We’ll be a family, I’ll make us a beautiful family. You and me together, always.” He screams, “GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” Shoves his arms forward and scrambles to the corner of the room. Back pressed against the wall, nanites crawling up from his thigh to his outstretched arms, gauntlets ready to fire. “WHAT THE FUCK TONY! We were finally going to be together again!” This bitch, THIS BITCH! “What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?! I TOLD YOU! I told you NO YOU BITCH! NO!”

“TONY! I’m trying to help you! THIS, ALL THIS I can fix it for you. WE can fix this, all you have to do is let me take care of you the way you need it.”

“THE WAY I NEED IT?! And you think what?! Everything’ll be okay after we fuck?! Is that it?!”

“No! We’re going to make love the way we used to. Tony, I love you so much, I just want to help you, let me help you.”

“I don’t know what ideas you’ve convinced yourself with Potts but I don’t love you anymore! Hell, I never knew what love TRULY meant when we were together. Whatever fantasies you’ve conjured up about us is just that, a fantasy because I’ve only ever loved someone once in my whole life. My Heart, who I lost on a godforsaken planet lightyears away from here!”

“Tony you don’t mean that! You’re just confused, we weren’t together when you were up there, I’m still here Tony. We can even be a family now. No more Iron Man or Avengers distracting you. We can finally make a life together, a family. Don’t you want that?”

“My Heart isn’t you Potts. It never was. I don’t even want you to know who He was after what you pulled you selfish bitch! The only family I want is the one I built with Him! Just like how I want to live in this house, the house I built FOR HIM, WITH HIM!”

Seething, he was seething. It was clear, even to Rhodey whenever she let him visit, that he held no affection let alone love for her. He thought she was safe, but he should’ve known. Should’ve realized all those times she insisted she take care of him that way. How could he be so stupid.

“Tony, please you have to understand, I’m doing this for US. I won’t let you ruin the life I made for us here. I won’t let you!”

“What life?! I was trying to survive my grief, these months weren’t us making a life together. I needed a place to grieve the Love I lost and you INSISTED on being there for me but what did you do? You took away my suit, Rhodey has to go through you before he can visit me, you only let me use the workshop because you thought I just needed to suck it up and make SI more money! This isn’t life, this is a prison! And I was soo stupid not to realize the shit you were pulling.”

He had to leave. He had to be safe, so he fired at the wall across him and ran up to take the last thing that was His. Dust in a small alabaster jar clutched safe in his hands, the suit engulfed him and before he could reach him FRIDAY freed him from the prison she made.

“I’m so sorry Baby, don’t worry I’m gonna make sure that We’re going to be safe from now on. FRIDAY set a course for the compound, alert everyone I’m coming back.”

The field was littered with the remains of the team he once considered his family, a family that he was trying to mend because the world needed them. You’re so much more than who you mask yourself with Tony. You’ve always been kind, generous, you gave the world a hope unlike any other. And I AM SO PROUD of you for doing this. Nobody moved when he landed but when the nanites retreated, their eyes saw everything. The grief he tried to survive, the pain that bled through every bone in his body, they could all see it now. Laid bare, hands clutched around the Dust in a small alabaster jar, he wept.

“It’s okay Tones, FRIDAY told us, it’s going to be okay, you’re here now, you’re safe.”

The days passed but the hollowness didn’t, everything was still painful but he was starting to hope now. He didn’t think he’d ever get to the point where he would function without his Heart but he was trying, it’s what He would’ve wanted. I’m not going to pretend that I know how difficult this must be for you Tony but you are doing the right thing. It’s scary, I’d be peeing my pants if I was in your shoes, but you can get through this. I’m gonna be with you every step of the way.

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32 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

#3

“They met by pure chance.

Peter was working a very much illegally obtained job as a pizza delivery boy, and Tony had just escaped Obadiah's dreadfully boring client briefings. Peter makes his last delivery to a shitty nightclub- the same shitty nightclub Tony picked to avoid paparazzi.

Tony is not gay. He's really not. He's just drunk and painfully horny. He figured he'd give it a chance because this guy was very hot- and definitely on the young side but that's what bouncers were for, right? To check ID.

He didn't expect to fall in love. He didn't expect to be someone's dirty secret. He didn't expect to be the one begging for a relationship.”

Made my first ever moodboard for this starker fic I’ve been obsessed with for quite a while now which is Dacrylagnia by Extraho🤩

It’s very well done and a big departure from the common dynamic that I’ve seen starker portrayed in fics💖 here’s the link and as always, mind the tags!💕✨

86 notes - Posted April 22, 2022

#2

Post CW Avengers where Alphas Steve and Bucky pull a Clint-with-the-secret-family and bring the entire team to hide out in their upstate NY home but forgetting to inform their former HYDRA Spider/Red Room’s only begotten Son/Herald of Death Omega Peter that they’re bringing guests over.

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“You know, when I told you boys you could bring work home with you sometimes, I meant you could bring paperwork or evidence you need to study, not bring your entire team over because the villain of the week blew up the compound.” An unknown voice rings loud and clear in the hull of the Quinjet startling the already agitated heroes.

After a moment of stunned silence, Tony peeps out, “Um, hello? Hi! Who are you?”

The voice responds cooly, “Ask the Alphas whose knots are in danger of being fodder for the pigs.”

“Heeey babydoll! Um We know this isn’t the best time to do this but we thought the team could spend a few days at ours?” Steve, who apparently knows the owner of the voice, reasons. The Captain fiddles with his hands and throws a sheepish smile towards one of the cameras.

“Don’t you babydoll me Steven Grant. We agreed that the pups and I are off limits to your crew until we’re all ready. This is a clear violation of what we agreed on.” ‘Babydoll’ bites out.

Bucky opens his mouth to respond but is cut off by a flailing Tony, “Wait wait wait! Hold on! Babydoll? Pups? What the actual fuck is going on right now?”

Bucky stares at Steve, a whole conversation happens with their eyes. Steve widens his eyes at Bucky and the latters sighs heavily. With a pinch of his nose he says gesturing to the ceiling and then towards the team, “Um so everyone this is Steve’s and I’s mate, Peter. Peter, darlin’, this is the team.”

Peter, who seems to be more exasperated now than displeased responds, “I would like to say it’s a pleasure but considering the circumstances it’s quite unfortunate that this is how our family’s introduced to all of you.” He sighs and calls out to Steve and Bucky, “Steven, James, KAREN’ll take care of the landing protocols. Make sure not to agitate any of the plasma cannons near the fences, I’d prefer it that I’m the one that gets to blast you both for this.”

Both super soldiers let out a relieved breath, “We’ll make it up to you sweetheart. We promise.”

“Oh you better or else you both can get ready sleeping with the horses for at least a month.”

Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. I am KAREN of the Spider’s network. I request everyone to please be seated as we are about to reach the Barnes-Rogers family home. Thank you.

90 notes - Posted June 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Just thinking abt ABO starker with FRIDAY calling Peter “Madame Stark” UGHHHHH

Could be a post CACW fic with Tony “welcoming” the rogues back to the compound and FRIDAY saving him from a confrontation by announcing,“Boss, Madame Stark has arrived and is looking for you.” *insert the rogues’ confusion here*

172 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

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[birdycurtains]

i hope you find a way to be yourself someday 

- crying on the subway pt. 4

word count: 656

storyline: tony has been cheating on pepper with peter. peter is helplessly in love with tony and he’ll take whatever he can get out of tony.after letting tony use him for months, no matter what emotional distress it has caused him, he learns tony has made her his fiancée.

It feels heavy in his hand.

Peter has measured the density of countless things, including paper, and it was never this strenuous of a task to hold a simple card.

But it felt as if his hand was being weighed down by a slab of concrete, grounding him to the exact second he looked at the wedding invitation.

He should’ve been ready for this. He knew it was coming, and he certainly knew Pepper wouldn’t hesitate to invite Tony’s favorite protege to their wedding. 

He knew that his presence wouldn’t have been desired if Tony Stark had decided on the guest list. Especially since he saw the same wine-colored invitation face down on the coffee table.

Tony would never have invited Bucky. They were on decent terms at most, and he remembered how Tony’s therapist had been encouraging him in the direction of forgiveness for Bucky’s crimes against his parents.

It was one of the few things Tony and Peter had actually fought about. 

Tony had wanted to move Peter into the tower, or even a nice brownstone in the village that he owned. 

Peter firmly declined, because how was he going to make it in life, if he was constantly depending on Tony? And besides, Bucky was a great roommate, and they split the rent, so it wasn’t like he was shelling out his life savings on some shoebox. 

Maybe things would have been different.

Peter feels the warm glare of the sun pour through the windows as it begins to drop behind the skyline. He tries to level himself within his own reality, ground himself on to the warped hardwood flooring of his apartment. 

His sensitive hearing picks up on the squeaking of knobs bringing a halt to the shower in the bathroom. The rustling of the shower curtain, and then a towel being pulled from the rack. His trained ear follows the sounds that signals Bucky is done, it means Bucky will be here, and save him from the rabbit hole that is thinking about Tony Stark.

Bucky always saves him. 

Bucky is always there for him in the ways Tony never was. 

It’s almost like a sixth sense for Bucky, just knowing when Peter begins to shake, the thread of the seams holding him together beginning to pool at his ankles. 

He feels familiar arms wind around his middle, the whirring vibranium limb brings him a comfort he had never quite known. Something that won’t remind him of Tony. The one flesh and blood, and other a marveling prosthetic. 

His pieces return to their rightful place, as trembling hands clutch against the older man’s. 

A delicate kiss is placed against his shoulder, where Bucky’s flannel doesn’t cover. Peter nearly purrs, but he can’t help it. Bucky’s arms are the safest place he’s ever known.

“You got one.” Bucky drawled, his voice low and husky from the nap he woke up from.

It’s not a question, and from the angle, Bucky can probably see the crumpling paper wedged in his hand. 

“I’m going.” Peter sighed, the tone in his voice signaling this wasn’t up for debate.

“I wasn’t going to stop you.” The other almost huffed, but Peter knew it was just fond exasperation.

That was a surprise. He’s seen the anger and frustration in Bucky’s eyes, when he watches Peter break time and time again. He had assumed he would forbid him from attending, for the sake of Peter’s own wellbeing.

Peter froze in his ministrations of gripping onto his hands as if his physical contact with Bucky was his lifeline.

“May I go with you?”

This was James Barnes speaking. Low and soft in his ear, ever the gentleman ‘I’ll have her home by ten sir’. Peter never minded hearing or feeling James Barnes, Brooklyn’s Sweetheart. 

But this was also Bucky, watching Peter heal and grow, and wanting to be there with him, when he does. 

“Wouldn’t have gone without you.”

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Kinktober Day 14

Tanlines - WinterSpider 593 words

The avengers had decided to have a small beach day (or week, because they ended up staying for 5 days, and every single one had at least one hour on the beach for all of them). Tony had flown them all out to his mansion in Malibu, he just wanted a vacation away from the tower and compound and ended up inviting the whole team, and his protege that acted more like a son than a mentee. 

Peter had decided that since they would be in california for a bit, he would try to tan, because his skin was bordering paper white. He wanted to be a but darker, show he actually did something during his summer. Every morning he would go to the roof of the mansion, where no one else can go unless they can fly *cough* Dad *cough* and tanned without any covering until he heard steve and sam go out for their morning runs, then he would switch to speedos. 

He was getting a nice tan, with barely any visible tanlines, which was his goal. He just wasnt prepared for anyone else to see, but after a late-night decision to go skinny dipping alone at 3 am, the one person who found him was the guy hes been in love with since he was 17, its been 4 years, Bucky Barnes. 

Bucky woke up at 3 am because he had a nightmare, and decided, maybe going for a late-night swim would help him sleep better. What he was expecting was a clear night, full of stars, and maybe a small comet shower if he was lucky, what he wasnt expecting (not that it was unlucky, it was a very lucky find), was a very peachy looking ass, connected to the prettiest guy hed ever laid his eyes on. Peters skin was slightly darker, perfectly sunkissed, and what interested him the most was that there wasnt any tanlines, anywhere on the skinnier mans body. 

Everyday Peter would be laying on the beach in a speedo, something about ‘tony giving them to him to build confidence’ and bucky expected to at least see his ass as pale as the rest of his skin was in new york. But his whole body was perfect, all sunkissed, no lines, not even a speedo mark. He was beautiful. 

Then the younger turned around and saw Bucky, in boxers showing off his muscles and metal arm. The younger immeadietyly covered his parts with his hands, while saying sorry over and over again, until Bucky decidedto walk up to Peter and put his hands on his hips, turning him fully towards the older. Peter, still slightly crouched, trying to cover himself, slightly straighten up, still his hands covering his middle. 

One of Buckys hands migrated to Peters chin, making him look up at him, Peters big brown eyes looked up at him. “Bucky? Can i put my clothes on, please?” Bucky released him and turned around, letting Peter put on his speedos, it was the only clothes he came outside wearing. “Im done, youre good to look” Bucky turned back around, expecting to see him wearing shorts and a T-shirt, and when he sees the speedos yet again, his face turns red, and went back up to the younger, hands on his hips again “can I kiss you? Just seeing you wearing these every day this week, my self-control is letting go bu-” Peter cuts him off by pressing their lips together. 

God Peter is never going to regret going skinny dipping like he thought he would.

Might turn into a full story, idk yet, tho

[sins-of-a-spider]

Winterspider prompt — adopting a puppy together

Aaa yes😭💕 the fluff the FLUUFFF. I hope I did this prompt justice!

Winterspider, Fluff, Comfort

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It started with Peter sending Bucky cute photos of various puppies. Each and every one of them were adorable in their own way and Peter always had something positive to say about each one.

“Look look! This one has big floppy ears!”

“Bucky! This puppy is so fluffy!”

“Aw! Poor thing is missing part of his tail! But look at the little nub wag! SO cute!!”

Bucky always agreed and nodded his head, he didn’t want to indulge Peter too much since he knew where this was headed. The soldier was always more of a cat person. They were quiet, self sustaining, and kept to themselves. But dogs? They were loud, rambunctious, and way too energetic for his liking- just like his sweet Peter. It was no wonder the little thing wanted a puppy so badly.

The puppy obsession quickly got out of hand. One night Bucky came home to loud barking and splashes of water from the bathroom followed by Peter shushing the thing like Bucky wouldn’t notice. Upon entering the bathroom, Peter was soaked from head to toe, struggling to bathe a scruffy stray dog who was much too entertained by the pool of water around him.

“Um..! I know what it looks like but hear me out!”

“Peter-“

“Listen! Just- he’s so sweet and started following me home! I couldn’t just leave him on the streets!”

“Peter you know we can’t keep him…”

“But- Bucky! Why not…?” Peter asked, his gleeful face falling.

Bucky stepped inside the bathroom and kneeled beside his boyfriend, stroking the dogs neck before his fingers caught onto a collar which had been buried and almost impossible to see underneath his knotted fur, “See? He already has an owner. They’re probably besides themselves trying to find him… We need to do the right thing, Pete.”

Peter’s eyes immediately started to well up with tears. He wanted to keep the sweet dog so badly but he couldn’t keep him from his proper owners. With a solemn nod, that night they contacted the number on the dog’s tag. The owner cried over the phone and thanked them profusely for finding their precious Cooper. In an hour the pair were reunited.

That night Peter cried too. He tucked himself in Bucky’s arms as they laid in bed. Wet tears soaked the larger man’s chest but he didn’t mind. He stroked Peter’s back and coed softly in his ear as he cried himself to sleep.

Something in Bucky broke that night. One might call it his resolve.

In the morning Peter rose slowly. His cheeks were red and blotchy, the faint dried lines of tears still visible. Bucky convinced Peter to get dressed since he had a surprise. The spiderling wasn’t up to it but did so anyways, he could never say no to his boyfriend.

Bucky silently drove them to the nearest shelter. He didn’t tell Peter where they were going until the little thing realized and lit up, excitement bubbling within him making him restless on the cars seat. When they pulled to a stop Peter all but dragged Bucky in, nervously swaying on his heels as they waited for a worker to let them in.

The shelter had dogs of every breed and size but of course nothing caught Peter’s eye. That was until they passed the puppy section.

He was beside himself, petting and cuddling every pup that came his way. Bucky chuckled as he fawned over each one.

“Can we take all of them? I don’t know which one to pick!!”

“You’ll know when you see them, promise doll.” Bucky reassured.

20 minutes later they saw the one. It was a tiny pup, the runt of its litter. He was black and brown with a white underbelly and face. His fur was thick and soft, making him look much larger than he actually was. The thing stumbled as he tried to run up to Peter’s heel in greeting. Peter almost didn’t see him as he went to pet another pooch. As soon as he saw him the search was over.

Peter was in awe as he scooped him up and giggled. The pup licked his chin and cheeks, covering what previously had tears with spit. Turning around, big doe eyes met Bucky’s, silently begging and confirming that this was the one.

The adoption was swift and naming it was even shifter. Sergeant. It had Bucky rolling his eyes but Peter clutching the fur ball tighter.

Peter smiled fondly, a tenderness filling his features, “Welcome home, Sergeant…”

Bucky couldn’t help but melt.

[spidercakes]

SpiderCakes Masterlist

People have asked about masterlists before and I’m usually too lazy to make them but I decided I’d organize today so here goes! I’ve made the list according to the themes/ tropes of the fics I’ve written. Starker unless labeled otherwise. A lot of these are ABO and also something else but they’re labelled accordingly. Appropriate warnings are attached to each story.

The list is below the cut because its very long.

ABO

Confessions of a Slutty Omega- ABO AU in which Peter is a YouTuber and Tony watches his channel. More of a synopsis than an actual story.

Best Friend’s Kid: fic preview in which Tony is fucking his best friend’s kid.

Random ABO AU- based off this prompt: the first time Tony really holds Peter down with his entire weight as they fuck. Peter absolutely loves the loss of control.

Traditionalist Peter: older alpha Tony and young traditionst Peter in which Peter.

Another Random ABO AU: high school AU, based off this prompt: An Abo in which omegas when severally distressed emit an high pitched call that alerts their alpha.

Prep School AU: Big ‘ol pile of smut tbh.

Young Peter: based off this prompt- 16 yro omega!peter massaging tony's knot with his hands.

Bitchy Tony: fem!Omega!Tony and alpha!Peter where Tony is well known for being a real bitch to anyone who tries to court him.

Angst AU: based off this prompt: Tony is an alpha but Peter is a beta. They can’t be together as laws prevent alphas from mating with betas so they pine in silence.

Cheerleader!Peter Punk!Tony: HS AU cheerleader Peter and punk Tony, smut.

High School AU: what’s on the tin, including a little pining.

Slutty Peter AU: Peter is used to being in charge, but Tony takes over.

High School AU: fem!omega!Tony and alpha Peter.

Gossip Girl AU: Peter is surprised to find himself on a gossip blog he’s never heard of.

CNC Young Peter: 16 year old omega Peter and alpha mob boss Tony.

Married Tony: omega Tony is married unhappily to Justin Hammer and cheats with younger alpha Peter.

50′s AU: fem omega Tony and alpha Peter.

Heat Fic: Peter helps Tony through a heat.

Beauty Queen AU: beauty pageant AU with omega!Peter and alpha!Tony.

Playmate: omega Tony teaches omega Peter how to please an alpha. Intended as multichap but I have yet to write more.

Young!Peter: Tony needs to be married by 21 or he doesn’t inherit Stark Industries.

Tease Peter: best friend’s kid trope featuring Peter the tease.

High School AU: coy Peter makes Tony work for his attentions.

Intern: Tony takes an interest in his new omega intern.

Omega Run: Peter tries to outsmart the alphas only to get outsmarted by Tony.

Just The Tip

50′s AU- ABO also, based off this prompt: how about tony letting peter put just the tip in him as a reward, and they both like it so much they go all the way.

Young Peter- based off this prompt: Mmmm how about horny 16 yo Peter using the “just the tip” argument to convince guilty!Tony.

Late Bloomer Peter- based off this prompt: Omega!Peter is a very late bloomer. Neither he nor Tony realize Peter’s going into heat until it’s too late.

Just the Tip: ABO AU, dubcon, the one that started my fascination with this trope.

Teacher Student: This fit into like four categories on here but I put it here. Just the top with teacher Tony and student Peter.

Bratty Peter: ABO AU, based off this prompt:  maybe Peter is being a brat and says he wants to ride Tony but Peter teases him by only putting the tip in.

Half Asleep Peter: ABO AU, based off this prompt: Peter is half-asleep and Tony comes home late from work, Peter tells him he’s tired. Smut ensues.

Fic Ideas (feel free to adopt any of these!)

ABO fic Idea- Meant to be long form, may never get to.

Whatever this is- WinterIronSpider, mentions of incest.

Prep School Idea- definitely starker, more than likely would have included a lot of smut and drug use lol.

Bodyguard AU: half crack half serious.

WinterIronSpider: ABO WinterIronSpider idea.

Urban Fantasy AU: vampire!Peter and incubus!Tony.

Funky BDSM YouTube AU: Tony and Peter do BDSM demonstrations and occasionally themed episodes where they try to use holiday objects as like BDSM equipment.

Royal AU: Tony loves Peter, shouldn’t because blacksmiths can’t love princes.

Naive Peter: young very naive omega Peter who gets fucked by older alpha Tony.

Mob AU: Peter gets involved with Tony after he gets in over his head with Quentin.

Random AU: Peter has had a crush on Tony ever since May started working for the Starks.

Actor AU

Karma Got is Kiss for Me

Age Difference: fic snippet in which Peter, looking for a little adventure, runs into Tony.

Mob AU

Angelic Peter: ABO, based off this prompt: angelic little omega peter who mob boss or biker tony takes a liking to.

More Bratty Peter: based off this prompt: You can’t lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset.

Kidnapping AU:  Tony deliberately kidnaps Peter because he has no patience for domestic violence and is basically offended that Beck sucks.

Smol Omega Peter: ABO AU featuring jailbait Peter.

Prequel to Smol Omega Peter: How they met in the above fic.

Shifter AU: based off this prompt: shifter au where everyone has a designated animal as well as abo.

Heir to The Mob: high school ABO AU featuring Tony as heir to the mob boss throne.

Barely Legal!Peter: ABO featuring mob boss Tony with barely legal! Peter.

Kidnapped!Peter: Peter gets kidnapped, Tony does something about it.

Mob Boss Peter: ABO Peter sleeps with Tony to intentionally fuck with mob boss Steve, whom Tony is married to.

Kept!Peter: Tony finds Peter in trouble and saves him, then chooses to pamper the hell out of him.

Stripper!Peter: mob boss Tony favors Peter when he visits the club.

Bratty Peter: Tony has to leave to take care of some things, Peter doesn’t care for that and reacts badly.

Mob Boss Peter: mob boss Peter featuring subby Tony who adores him.

Baker!Peter: Tony stark is a well known mob boss and he meets and falls in love with Baker! Peter.

Figure Skater Peter: mob boss Tony takes a liking to figure skater Peter, marriage to Quentin Beck be damned.

Harassed!Peter: mob boss Tony sees Peter being harassed and steps in.

Soulmates: mob boss Tony didn’t think he had a soulmate.

Superior Iron Man

Merperson Peter: based off this prompt: Tony takes down a rival corporation and discovers a hidden aquarium where they have captive merman!Peter. 

Manipulative!Peter: based off this prompt:  SIM being manipulated by an evil and/or mischievous Peter?

SIM AU: SIM!Tony manipulates MCU!Peter into coming home to his dimension with him.

Kidnapped Peter: based off this prompt: SIM had kidnapped Peter from the MCU dimension to replace his Peter that was murdered- SIM uses Extremis to wipe Peter’s memories.

WinterIronSpider

Pre WIS AU- based off this prompt: Peter and Tony love each other but Peter is worried about his super strength when they fuck so Bucky steps in.

High!Peter AU: WinterIronSpider high!Peter and soft Dom Tony AU feat. Bucky, the Added Element.

CNC Fic Preview: badboy type Tony and cheerleader! Peter with a splash of Bucky in there too. Incomplete.

Taboo

Stepbrothers AU: ABO featuring jealous Tony and a dash of winterspider.

Sequel to Stepbrothers AU: more jealous Tony and a dash of spidershield.

Another Stepbrother AU: WinterIronSpider- Alpha Tony shares his omega step brother Peter with alpha Bucky. 

Age Difference: based off this prompt- Peter at a picnic with Tony, Peter in little daisy dukes or something similar and summery while eating watermelon.

Non-Con Politician AU: based off this prompt- Tony comes across something shameful the young, up and coming, idealistic politician peter parker has done in the past, and holds it over his head.

Teacher/Student

Tease!Peter: based off this prompt:  Peter’s flirting not so subtly and tony ignores it until peter shows up in a short skirt and he can’t take it anymore.

Established Relationship: Peter and Tony discuss the future. D/s elements, smut.

Bathroom Fun: pure smut.

BDSM

Across The Stars: WIP, Peter takes a job as Tony’s sub to pay Ben’s medical bills after he's shot and falls into a coma. I’m only tagging this one as it links to all the other chapters.

Dom!Peter: 5 part series in which omega Peter learns he has a thing for domination and alpha Tony learns he has a thing for submission. Incomplete.

Teacher/Student AU: based off this prompt: Teacher/student (maybe an established relationship) with a whole lot of teasing. Dom Peter.

Dom!Peter: based off this prompt: Tony’s had a really long and horrible week at work and just wants to be good?

Sub!Tony: Peter accidentally becomes Tony’s Dom.

Edging: Tony edges Peter within an inch of his life.

Dom!Peter: Tony meets Peter in a club.

Drabble: Dom Peter and subby Tony.

Met Online: wherein Peter and Tony met online and decided to recreate a fantasy or two.

Miscellaneous

Trans!Tony AU- exactly what it says on the tin, smut.

High School AU: Exactly what’s on the tin, with smut/ fem Peter.

Serial Killer AU: exactly what’s on the tin.

Exhibitionist!Peter: Tony isn’t looking forward to his trip home because he knows he’s just going to be compared to his brother Steve the whole time. Peter helps.

So Sorry, Mr. Stark: Rumor has it Tony hates being called ‘Mr. Stark’ but that’s not the real reason he doesn’t want anyone calling him that.

5+1 honeymoon AU- based on this prompt: 5+1 honeymoon in which they stop their honeymoon five times to save the world and one time that they do not.

Acolyte Peter: Tony needs a replacement for Pepper and she suggests Peter.

Sensitive!Peter: based off this prompt: Peter trying to top but he's too sensitive so he either has to stop or ends up finishing too fast. 

Rock Star Tony AU: exactly what's on the tin with a moodboard.

Wedding Fluff: exactly what it says on the tin.

Crack AU: Peter and Tony have been in an on again off again relationship since high school and they both happen to be in town for the same event.

Rabbi’s Nephew Peter: literally exactly what’s on the tin, preslash.

Spoiled Peter: exactly what’s on the tin.

WingFic: based off this prompt: a wing fic/soulmate AU where when you meet your mate, your wing colours combine so that you get your mates colours on your secondary feathers.

Zoom AU: Peter introduces his class to all his pets with funky names.

Vacation AU: Peter, Ned, and Liz all vacation in Italy before going off to college.

Bratty Peter: based on this prompt: bratty!Peter possibly with an over accommodating Tony?- in which Peter mostly only pretends to be a spoiled brat.

Diety!Peter: Tony is chosen as that years sacrifice to his village’s god by priest!Howard.

Urban Fantasy AU: urban fantasy starker AU featuring vampire!Tony.

Possessed!Peter: crack AU- Tony possessed Peter, Peter forces him to deal with the consequences. 

Sex Slave AU: Headcanons around what this would look like.

Witch!Tony Familiar!Peter: Exactly what’s on the tin.

Sequel to Witch!Tony Familiar!Peter: Tony want to propose.

Camping!AU: Tony fucks Peter against a tree.

Prompt!Fic: Peter teases Tony.

Umbrella Sharing: exactly what’s on the tin. Fluff.

Possessive!Tony: Peter teases possessive Tony and it goes in his favor.

Snowball Fight: Peter hits Tony with a snowball by accident and that’s how they meet.

Pop Star!Peter Rock Legend!Tony: exactly what it says on the tin.

Media: media outlets have a heyday with Tony’s new relationship with 22 year old Peter.

Dumped!Peter: Tony comforts Peter after he gets dumped.

Cat Burglar Peter: based off prompt: Peter is a famous cat burglar and Tony is a police officer trying to catch him.

College AU: fluff mostly.

High School AU: 3 part series in which punk Tony gets with seemingly innocent Peter. The last part is linked, but all three parts are attached to the third.

Sleepy Starker: fluff piece that’s exactly what’s on the tin.

Soulmates: you don’t see in color until you meet your soulmate.

Random AU: Peter is upset that Tony never seems to mention him on social media.

Non Powered AU: Peter’s friends are really confused on what his new job is.

Moodboards

Serial Killer!Peter Detective!Tony

A Star Is Born

Kept!Peter Mob Boss!Tony

[bitterlemonwater]

I cannot explain what crazy shit my heart did when I saw this can we PLEASE talk about this series bc it’s one of the first things I ever read in starker and it’s STILL MY FAVORITE

No one in the starker fandom is ever talking about this series and it’s a crime.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1030092

(Mind the warnings and tags, also THIS IS UNFINISHED AND IT WILL HURT TO REACH THE END LMAO)

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A Halloween Special (WinterSpider AU)

Summary: It's Halloween at the Avengers Tower, and the team plans a very special group costume. Peter is thrilled and can't wait for the event. Bucky, however, is decidedly not participating in the costume. Peter comes up with a plan to get his boyfriend to dress up in a costume and go to Tony's Halloween party.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 5.0k

Warnings: None really...lots of fluff... an excessive amount of smirking and blushing...

A/N: Here’s my self-indulgent Peter x Bucky Halloween fanfiction in July lol. It’s been up on my AO3 (@lynnnieee) for about a week now but I thought I might post it here as well! Thanks for reading!!!

Also, here’s a gif that has nothing to do with the story just brighten your day😊😊

Peter is more excited about this year's Halloween than he has been about any other in years. Usually, Ned came over, Aunt May ordered pizza, and they'd binge Halloween horror movie classics all night until they finally crashed on the couch in the early hours of the morning. Even last year, when Peter turned 18 and moved into the Avenger's tower, everyone decided not to do anything special. Most of them were just arriving home from a mission cleaning up some of the remnants of Thanos' visit to Earth and were too exhausted to carry out any sort of plans. But this year, things have been calm for more than a month now, the longest period of time in a while, and Steve had managed to convince Tony to throw a party in the tower on one of the multipurpose floors.

And for Peter, this Halloween only kept getting better and better. All of the Avengers planning on attending the party made a deal to dress up in costumes of each other. When Natasha had jokingly teased Sam with the idea, Peter was instantly excited. Though some were more reluctant than others, Peter and Clint managed to get everyone on board. Well, almost everyone, that is.

Bucky had sat back on the couch, drinking coffee from one of Tony's oversized mugs, watching his boyfriend and Clint try to rally the team together into a group costume. He had a smug look plastered on his face the entire time until Peter turned to him and Bucky realized he was expected to "join in on the fun" as well.

"No."

Peter frowned, "But Buck,-"

"No."

"It'll be fun-"

"No."

"Maybe you'll get somebody with a really cool suit, like Thor-"

Sam chuckled, "Or maybe you'll get an outfit like Nat's."

Peter bit his lip, imagining Bucky in a skin-tight, all-leather pantsuit, "Even better," His eyes gleamed bashfully.

Bucky smirked when Tony cringed from his spot behind Peter and muttered, "Eww."

Peter walked over to Bucky and plopped down in his lap, wrapping his arms around the man's neck. Bucky set his mug down on the side table so he could rest his metal hand on the small of Peter's back as Peter gave him the puppy dog eyes he knows Bucky has a hard time resisting. "Please, for me?"

Bucky smiled and brought his other hand to cup Peter's cheek, a small blush forming on the boy's cheeks. Bucky leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to Peter's lips, but then pulled away and still said: "Not a chance."

Peter pouted, "You're so mean to me," Causing a small laugh from the group.

Bucky chuckled and wrapped his arms around Peter's waist. "Come find me after the party, and I promise I'll buy all the Halloween candy I can find so that we still have our own after-party of watching horror movies all night."

Peter's cheeks turned even redder, knowing that Bucky's idea of an after-party will definitely include more than just candy and movies. He dramatically sighs but can't help the grin on his face, "Okay, fine."

"Good." Peter turns back around to face the group, who was in the midst of discussing the best way to go about deciding who gets to be who, when Bucky placed a soft kiss to the back of his neck. Peter doesn't think he could ever get sick of this, even when Bucky is being stubborn.

But Peter thinks that Bucky must've forgotten one thing, he can be equally as stubborn as the solider when he wants to be. So by the next morning, Peter had come up with a plan he believes to be pretty foolproof. The rest of the gang decided to draw names from a hat to determine who'll they'll come dressed as, but Peter requested his name be taken out of the drawing because, as he told Tony and Steve, he has a fantastic idea that he guarantees will get Bucky to cave on Halloween. He tells them not to mention anything to Bucky and refuses to disclose the details of his plan, saying it will just have to be a surprise.

Steve had smirked at him, telling Peter that he's hasn't seen Bucky in a Halloween costume since they were six years old, so if Peter needs anything at all, just let him know and he'll be happy to be of any assistance. Peter didn't realize Captain America could be so mischievous, but he liked it.

So today, on Halloween, Peter is fully ready to enact his plan, hopefully causing Bucky to laugh and come to the Avengers' party in a costume. The secret costume he picked out for Bucky is tucked away in the corner of the closet in Peter's room where he knows Bucky won't find it. He managed to put both of their outfits together for a pretty cheap price as they already had most of what he needed. Although Peter knows Mr. Stark has told him dozens of times to just ask if he needs money for anything, especially now that he's living in the tower, he always declines. It doesn't feel right to mooch money off of his mentor when he's already living in the luxurious Manhattan tower free of charge.

Peter's just about to pull his own costume for the night out of the closet when Bucky pokes his head in, knocking twice on the door. Peter looks up at him with a bright smile as Bucky walks in. "You getting ready for the party?" The man asks, shutting the door behind him.

"Mhm," Peter hums, pulling the bag out of the closet but leaving handles tied shut, "But you can't see my costume yet."

"And why's that, doll?" Bucky teases, sitting down on Peter's bed.

Peter sits down beside him, tossing his legs over Bucky's lap, "Because it's a surprise, so you have to wait just like everyone else." He responds playfully, knowing Bucky's already aware of that because he's asked Peter only about a thousand times over the past few weeks.

Bucky chuckles, shaking his head, "I still couldn't believe it when Stevie told me you decided not to take part in the name drawing when the whole thing was your crazy idea."

Peter smiles, "Hey, it was Clint's idea too!" Bucky laughs again, tucking his hand under the collar of Peter's shirt on the back of his boy's neck, running his fingers through the ends of his curly, brown hair. Peter leans his head back against the cool metal on his neck, his eyes falling shut for a moment as he makes a small purring sound that always brings a soft smile to Bucky's face. "And anyway, I know you're going to like my new costume a lot better." Peter opens his eyes, a troublesome glint reflecting in them, "But I made sure to stay in line with the theme!"

Bucky raises an eyebrow lightheartedly, "And you're really not gonna tell me?"

"Nope," Peter shuffles off of his bed and gently pulls Bucky up at the same time, "And you gotta go so I can change cause the party starts in less than half an hour."

"Alright, alright, I'm going," Bucky raises his hands in mock surrender with a smirk playing on his lips.

"You sure you don't want to come with us?" Peter asks yet again.

Bucky smiles, then leans over and pecks Peter on the forehead, "I'll see you out there, doll." Peter flushes at the soft touch and resists the urge to pull Bucky back and keep him here a little bit longer. Peter shoots the man one last grin before shutting the door behind him.

Although he is absolutely not going to partake in the costume swap, Bucky is a little excited to see everyone dressed up as each other. He wanders into the living room, planning on watching TV while waiting for everyone to meet up in their costumes, but mostly so he can laugh at whoever has to dress up in Nat's combat suit.

Not even five minutes after sitting down, he sees Sam coming walking into the common room from the small hall leading to the few bedrooms on this floor. "Even in a random draw, I'm still a damn bird," Sam says, throwing a bow over his shoulder on top of the arrow quiver.

Bucky snorts, eyeing Sam in Clint's Hawkeye uniform. He's dressed in all black, except for the underneath his vest, where a dark blue shirt with one short sleeve and one long sleeve sits with its collar popped. A quiver of arrows is hooked across the middle of his chest with a leather strap lacing over the bulletproof vest. But the bow and arrows aren't the only weapons Sam wears, though, as a gun is holstered on his left thigh and a knife is attached to his right boot. Sam completed the outfit with a black cuff on his right wrist, black combat boots, and a wristbow fastened to his left wrist.

Before Bucky can even say anything, another voice carries in from the hallway, "Woah, you look awesome!" Clint rushes into the room, "Right down to the details," He points to the knife on Sam's boot, "Great job, man! Now we'll just have to see if you can use that thing as well as I can." He nods to the wristbow.

Sam snickers, "I can't wait to see Steve's face when he gets a look at you." Bucky honestly could not agree more. Clint arrived in a full spandex Captain America suit, the colors notably much brighter and costume-like than Steve's battle suit. Clint obviously put muscle padding under the sleeves on his biceps and one of Steve's cowls adorns his head, as well as a tall pair of black combat boots, but the standout of the outfit is undoubtedly the blazing shield on his arm.

"Is that actually Steve's shield?" Bucky asks, looking at the reflective metal shield resting on Clint's right arm.

"You bet it is," Clint smirks, "I'm not one to half-ass it on Halloween!"

Bucky laughs harder as Sam raises an eyebrow, "Does he know you have that?"

Clint's smirk turns sheepish, "I may have asked Tony to get it for me as a favor." Sam rolls his eyes but chuckles nonetheless.

"Somebody say my name?" Tony opens the door from the main hallway, marching into the room in what Bucky automatically knows will take the cake for the most extra costume of the bunch.

Clint's eyes go wide, "Oh. My. God." Tony recreated The Falcon suit down to a T, even some slight smudges of dark dust and dirt litter knees and boots to resemble wear. Tony put on a maroon and gray military-grade suit identical to Sam's, a weapons' belts with a holster on one side and an array of knives on the other, slick metal boots with knee pads clicked onto the shoe rims, and automated gloves with red accents and tech lining the cuffs to control the wings. His eyes are covered by sleek goggles with red lenses and a gray strap.

Sam approaches Tony slowly, his eyes continuously flicking over the suit as if looking for any sign of flaw, "Do the wings work?" He eyes the red and gray harness resting over Tony's shoulders.

"Please, what do you think?" Tony smirks, pressing a button on one of the wrist cuffs. In a split second, maroon and silver wings shoot out from the pack on Tony's back, which begins emitting three soft, red lights. "I know your wingspan can go up to 50 feet at full stretch, but I figured a twelve-foot wingspan was good enough for a party."

"This is incredible, man," Sam slowly shakes his head, "How long did it take you?"

Tony shrugs, "Not long, Peter helped when I had to be in meetings."

"As much as I hate to say it, I'm impressed," Bucky says to Tony, although he usually hates to stroke the man's ego.

Tony's self-satisfied expression only grows, "Thanks, I know," He stares at Bucky's plain black henley and jeans, "Still not coming to the party?"

"Well, I can't now, how am I supposed to beat that?" Bucky says as if he had any plans to go in the first place, gesturing to Tony's extremely high tech costume.

Tony rolls his eyes but smiles, "Oh, I ran into someone pacing in the hall that I think definitely has this and everyone else beat." He turns his head to the door, "C'mon Capsicle, I think it's your turn to come in now!"

Bucky raises an eyebrow when Steve calls out from behind the hall doors, "No, thanks, I'm good out here!"

"Don't be shy, Steve, you look fantastic!" Tony yells back, his amused grin never slipping.

Steve groans loudly enough to be heard in the common room, but he pushes the door open anyway. "You know, I knew there was a chance of this, but I guess I thought my one out of six odds were good enough," He mutters, and, well... Bucky can't help the chortle that immediately leaves his mouth.

Clint doubles over, laughing so hard Bucky thinks he might cry, "This is the best thing I've ever seen in my whole entire life!" Steve growls slightly, but his face showers with embarrassment.

Sam pats Steve on the shoulder. "Don't worry, you look great, man!" He says, though clearly holding back cackles of his own.

Steve's face goes even redder, if that's possible, as he stands in front of half of his team in a one-piece, tightfitting, black leather pantsuit. The outfit is fitted with two belts, one around his waist for various weapons, and the other around his middle with a small red hourglass buckle pulling the suit even snugger than it already was. The top is unzipped down past his pecs, only inches above the hourglass. Black, fingerless gloves and tall combat boots (Bucky never noticed until now how many of them wear those) put the finishing touches on his costume.

Bucky tries to control his laughter, "How did you- Where did you-... Stevie?"

"Tony helped me out a little bit," Steve replies, still avoiding eye contact with everything but the floor.

"Did you end up figuring out who everyone drew?" Sam knowingly asks Tony.

Tony shrugs, "What can I say, there was a high demand and I'm the only supplier you all know, apparently. And not quite everyone, Nat and Thor both kept theirs very close to their chests, though I know they each have to one of the only two remaining on my list of unknowns." Tony suddenly rolls his eyes, "And don't even get me started on Peter. Since he's come up with his costume idea he won't spare a single detail except that it's still 'on our theme'. It's incredibly irritating." Bucky only smirks to himself, all the more intrigued at what or who his boy is going to show up dressed as.

"Yeah, I'm sure-" Steve starts to say, but stops when he gets a good look at Clint, "Wait, is that my shield?"

Clint puts the shield behind his back sheepishly, "Uh... no."

Steve gives Tony a stern look that is met with a one-shoulder raise from the inventor, "I owed him a small favor, now we're even."

Steve sighs and shakes his head, trying to keep back his grin, "I expect it to be returned without a scratch, Barton."

"Aye, aye, captain," Clint salutes him. Heels clicking echo out of the main hallway into the room and Clint's smirk widens, "And here she comes, ladies and gentleman."

"Well, hello boys," Natasha dryly smiles as she enters the room dressed completely in metallic red and gold.

"Natasha!" Tony blanches, "What have you done to my glorious armor! While you look undeniably stunning, that does not do my infamous technology any justice!"

Steve and Bucky roll their eyes dismissively at Tony's over-eccentric outburst, while Natasha's lip twitches in a way suggesting that this was the exact reaction she was aiming for. Her rendition of the Iron Man suit was powerfully feminine and she somehow manages to exude the same intimidation she always does while wearing a one-piece, bright, metallic, vinyl outfit. Her costume includes red knee-high, high-heel boots with golden tights pulled on underneath and matching red, metallic shorts layered on top of those. The shiny red top matching the boots has a high-neck collar and long sleeves, but with a slit over her chest emphasizing the shoulder pads to provide some of the bulk of Tony's armor. She pulled on gold, fingerless gloves and let her ginger hair fall down over her shoulders, a gold headband tied around her forehead.

"Your suit was a little bulky for me," Natasha smiles innocently, "I had to improvise."

"You look fantastic, Nat," Clint cheers from the kitchen as he grabs a bag of chips from the basket on the counter.

Natasha cracks and her smile turns genuine toward her best friend before she looks over the rest of the team and her lips titter, "Well, Steve, I think you pull off my suit even better than I do." Steve's cheeks enflame once more, inciting another laugh out of Bucky.

The door flings open again beside the group. Thor marches into the room completely covered in green body paint. "It looks as though everyone has outdone themselves tonight!"

"That's got to be some kind of fate that the most overly bulked out person here gets to be the Hulk, right?" Sam points out. Thor's costume is relatively simple and straight to the point. Aside from a pair of purple shorts with ripped bottoms, he painted his entire body in shamrock green paint.

"I hope you used actual body paint and not some kind of crap from an art store, Point Break." Tony grimaces.

Thor beams at Natasha, "Ah, yes, I had some help picking out the right kind of thing from tonight's Woman of Iron."

"Yeah, well, didn't want you turning green for a week."

"Yeah cause that wouldn't have been epic." Clint scoffs and mutters sarcastically, earning himself a glare from Natasha. She puts her hands on her hips and he slouches down in his seat, finishing off the bag of chips in his hand to keep his mouth closed.

"Am I the last to get here?" Everyone turns to see Bruce dressed in a replica of Thor's Asgardian armor with a long red cape flowing down his back and a foam Mjolnir in his left hand.

"Bruce!" Thor quickly stalks over to the scientist.

"Nope, we're still waiting on the kid too," Tony cuts in.

"This is sensational! We have switched roles!" Thor pats Bruce's shoulder a few times while asking, "How did you get my clothing so realistic looking?"

"Oh, um," Bruce nods his head towards Tony, "I had some help."

Sam shakes his head as Tony gives a shit-eating grin, "Like I said, supply and demand, folks, the making of a billionaire."

Bruce raises an eyebrow, "Did I miss something?"

"Of Tony's egotistical rambling?" Bucky snarks, "Consider yourself lucky."

Bruce ignores him, instead opting to ask Tony, "Did you end up getting anything out of Peter about his costume fro the night?"

Tony playfully pouts, "No, kid's keeping his lips sealed tight on this one."

Bruce chuckles and Steve smiles, "I guess you're due to find out any minute now then."

Speaking of Peter, Bucky glances back at the hallway leading to his bedroom door, looking for any sign of the boy. "Hey kid, you almost ready?" Tony calls out, "Heavy metal over here is getting anxious for your arrival." Bucky rolls his eyes to himself at the nickname, but tries to school his face, not wanting to show the slight truth to the inventor's statement.

Peter hollers back, "Yeah, just a second, Mr. Stark!" The door slams and then a thud is heard from Peter's direction along with a shout of, "I'm okay!" Bucky can't force down the smile that creeps onto his face as he catches a glimpse of Peter running down the hall towards the team. When Peter comes into his full view, Bucky freezes, taking in exactly what it is he's looking at.

Peter stands in front of him in an all too familiar outfit. The navy bulletproof vest, the dark long-sleeve shirt hiding underneath it, the brown pants with various sized pockets on the sides, the belt of empty knife holders around the boy's waist, the empty gun holster strapped to his thigh, the black lace-up boots, leather gloves, and not to mention the black mask currently unclasped and hanging off his boy's left ear. The shirt gives Peter sweater paws and the pants are so baggy around his legs that Bucky knows he must have pulled them from Bucky's closet. Heat rolls under Bucky's skin all through his body as he stares at Peter in front of him dressed like a smaller, cuter, and less-violent Winter Soldier.

Peter bites his lip, a soft flush rising onto his cheeks. Most of the team is smiling at him, while Tony's draw is dropped open a bit and Bucky just stares at him. "I couldn't quite solve how to do the metal arm justice but I figured this would be good enough," Peter gestures to the small red star patch sewn on into the left shirt sleeve.

Tony loses his stunned expression and lets out a loud guffaw, "I don't know why I'm surprised, seriously. I had a lot of ideas of what you might come dressed as, including the horrific possibility of a sexy Spider-Man, but admittedly this was not one of them." Peter's a little happy to have been able to shock Tony, honestly.

"Well, I think you did an excellent job, Peter," Steve says from across the room, looking knowingly between Bucky and the spiderling.

"Thank you," Peter cracks a small smile when he looks at Steve's costume and tries to hold his giggles in, "Wow, that's... quite the outfit, Captain."

Steve's face reddens into a blush matching Peter's. "It's already eight o'clock, I guess we should head on down to the party," Steve says to the group.

"Probably a good idea," Natasha shoots Peter a sly smile. She nudges Tony towards and pushes him towards the door when he tries to stay to see what's going to happen considering Bucky is still frozen in his spot.

"Just because you're me for the night doesn't mean you get to be the boss now," Tony mutters as the team exits the common room, Clint sending Bucky a suggestive look on his way out, but the soldier barely even registers it.

As the door slams closed, Peter looks back at Bucky with a shy smile. He anxiously begins to the wind his fingers through the dog tags around his neck - the only thing Peter was wearing that was not a part of his costume. Bucky had gifted him the tags for their one year anniversary, and he hasn't taken them off since. The sound of the metal clinking together snaps Bucky out of his Peter-daze and he instantly makes his way toward his boy.

Once he's mere inches away from Peter, he allows his eyes drag up and down the boy's body again, struggling to hold back his urge to drag Peter back to his bedroom as he ogles him. Bucky definitely has a thing for Peter in his clothes, and he knows Peter knows it too if Bucky's constant stream of missing shirts and jackets is any indication, but he never thought he would be this enticed at the sight of Peter in his combat uniform.

"So, what do ya think?" Peter says quietly, peering up at Bucky through his eyelashes with a kittenish smile.

Bucky shakes his head, unable to push back pleased smirk any longer, "I think I know exactly what you're doing." His hands fall to Peter's upper arms, moving slowly up and down.

"And what am I doing?" Peter steps even closer, their shoes bumping together, as he leans up on his toes to nudge his face closer to Bucky's, pressing a soft kiss on the man's jawbone.

"Peter," Bucky's voice drops warningly, only sparking more excitement in Peter. "I'm not going to the party." Bucky's hands trail down Peter's forearms to the tips of his fingers and rest on his hips.

Peter cuts him off with another kiss, this one beneath Bucky's chin, "Who said anything about the party? I'm just showing you my costume before I leave," A kiss below his ear, "I spent a while putting it together," Another low on Bucky's neck, "and I wanted you to be able to get a glimpse of it before I show it off to everyone else at the party." A kiss gently on his collarbone.

The sensical part of Bucky knows Peter is toying with him, but apparently his body didn't get the memo as he clenches his teeth, struggling to resist giving in, "I think everyone's really gonna like it," Peter stares at him with his big, innocent doe eyes, whispering, "don't you like me like this?"

A growl escapes Bucky's throat and he presses his thumbs into Peter's hipbone, but as he tries to move the final inch to press his lips to Peter's, the boy moves his head away. "Sorry," Peter grins coyly, "I should be getting to that party now. Don't want to be late."

He tries to step away, but Bucky's grip tightens on his hips, just above the empty weapons holster. "You really are a little menace, aren't you?" Bucky puts a hand under Peter's jaw, his fingers trailing over the boy's cheek.

"You really gonna make me go to the party alone?" Peter whimpers gently as Bucky moves his leg in between Peter's thighs.

Bucky huffs a sigh, and places a kiss on the top of Peter's head, "I can't believe I'm saying this..."

"But...?" Peter beams at him.

"We're going to leave early," Bucky tries to sound serious, but the ecstatic look taking over Peter's expression overpowers him.

"Deal!" Peter jumps up to press his lips to Bucky's before he whispers a soft, "Thank you."

Bucky just nods in defeat, "Alright, let's go."

Peter frowns, grabbing onto Bucky's hand before he can walk away, "You can't go to the party without a costume, Bucky."

"Afraid I don't have a costume, doll." Peter grins mischievously and Bucky stops, "You got me a costume, didn't you?"

Peter laughs and nods, pulling the man towards his room. "It's actually what triggered my costume idea too! I promise it's simple!"

Bucky chuckles as he watches Peter pull a plastic bag out of his closet, "I considered getting a suit fit for you, but no matter how perfect I know you would look, I also knew you never, ever wear it in front of other people, so I tried to do something basic instead."

Bucky raises an eyebrow but his silent question is immediately answered when Peter pulls out a hanger holding a long sleeve blue Henley shirt underneath a sleeveless, red zip-up hoodie with a black spider decal in the middle. "You can just wear blue jeans with it and your army boots, the red ones, to match." Peter hurries to say, "Oh, and one more thing," He leans over to pulls the last object out of the bag and hands it Bucky. "I don't use that one much anymore. It's the one from the first Spider-Man suit Mr. Stark made for me."

Bucky glances from the mask in his hand to Peter's hopeful face in front of him. For some reason, this party obviously means a lot to Peter, so he sighs, resigning himself to endless teasing from Steve and Sam for the next hundred years, "Only because I love you so damn much."

Peter bites his lip, "Really? You'll wear it?"

Bucky smiles teasingly, "What? Me giving in wasn't a part of your master plan? What tricks were you planning on using next?" Bucky wraps his arm around Peter's waist, laying their foreheads on each other, "Cause I'll bet I'd be open to more persuasion."

Peter flushes beet red but still grins softly at Bucky, "Of course it was part of my plan, but I wasn't- I just wasn't actually sure that you would do it in the end. I know Halloween isn't your thing and although I really, really wanted you to go I'd never make you do something you definitely did not want to do in the end, because you had to do that for too long and I love you too, and-" Bucky cuts off Peter's flustered rambles with a small kiss to the boy's lips.

Peter is still the color of tomato when Bucky pulls away, "There isn't anything in this world that I wouldn't do for you, doll." He smirks at Peter's outfit once more, "Especially when you're all dressed up for me."

"Bucky," Peter whines, dropping his head into his soldier's chest. Bucky laughs and Peter feels the rumbling on his temple.

"C'mon, let's get me all ready for the party." Bucky pulls back, "Sooner we go the sooner we can come back here, eat a shit ton of candy, and maybe," Bucky nods toward the mask, "we can put some of this webbing to good use." Peter bites back a moan and slowly hands Bucky the costume, trying not to fumble under the lustful gaze from Bucky that he's grown so in love with.

>>><<<

"Steve!" Sam says, pointing to the elevator that just let off.

Steves glances over only to find Bucky entering the room, all dressed up in a makeshift Spider-Man costume, with Peter at his side pulling him over towards Tony and Pepper. Steve chuckles and turns to Natasha, "Bucky in a costume at a Halloween party, I can't believe the kid actually managed to do it."

"I'm not surprised," Her lip quirks up, "He always goes soft when it comes to Peter."

Steve clinks his glass against Sam's and Natasha's in agreement as he watches Bucky stare at Peter's rambling with fond, loving eyes.

[buckettbarnes]

Rainy Days

winterspider littlespace au

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Peter sighed as he stared out of the window, head resting on his folded arms. It had been raining for hours now, which meant that he couldn’t go and play outside, and it was cold in his apartment. It also meant Bucky wasn’t coming over, which totally sucked. Bucky always came over on weekends, and it gave Peter the opportunity to slip into his headspace and for his boyfriend to take care of him for a while. It was a good way to forget about their respectively difficult weeks, no matter what had happened.

So truthfully, Peter was rather bored. He had spent most of his day cleaning up a little, finishing any little bits of work he had left over- but now it was midday, and he had run out of things to do. Bucky wasn’t answering his phone, probably busy elsewhere, so all he really had left to do was sit and pout out of the window until his stomach was rumbling again.

After watching yet another raindrop race, he decided maybe he could make himself feel a little better by putting on one of his favourite movies. He grabbed some snacks and curled up on the big chair he always cuddled with Bucky in, and settled in to watch. He was about halfway through the movie when he began to get sleepy, eyelids drooping slightly. He tried to keep himself up in case Bucky called, but each time his head fell forward again and he couldn’t keep his eyes open.

-

Bucky had been spending the morning getting himself ready. He had packed some pyjamas and spare clothes to take to Peter’s apartment, wrapped in a few plastic bags so they didn’t get wet. He had also packed some of the toys Peter left at his house last time- he knew the boy was missing them, he constantly asked Bucky if he could bring his bear next time he stopped by- the older man wasn’t going to forget it after so many reminders.

He managed to get himself onto a bus to Peter’s apartment, sitting down uncomfortably close to an older lady, and trying to get through the small talk she made without grimacing. As soon as he arrived at his stop he hopped off of the bus, putting up his umbrella to try and block out most of the awful rain. However, by the time he actually got to Peter’s block, he was soaked through. He felt bad about entering the home that way, so he slipped off his shoes before he entered the apartment.

Once he was through the door, he heard the soft music of The Little Mermaid playing on the television, and his sighed gently as he set his things down, making his way towards the room. He found Peter half asleep in their chair and he couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto his face.

Bucky made his way over to the chair, stroking the boys hair slowly.

“Petey? Wake up, doll, it’s me.” He said in a quiet voice, not wanting to startle the boy.

Peter lifted his head and blinked slowly, humming a little as he began to wake up.

“Buck..? Whatcha doin’ here? Told me you weren’t coming, jerk.” Peter mumbled, but pulled him into a hug anyway. He grimaced at the feeling of Bucky’s wet clothing against his skin. “Ew- couldn’t you change?” He laughed, but clearly didn’t mind too much when Bucky lifted him into his arms.

“No, course not, had to see you first.” The older man smiled, letting Peter cuddle against him in his wet jacket.

“I missed you.” Peter sighed and kissed his cheek.

“I know, bub, I know.” He soothed, setting him down. “Now, why don’t we go and change, then make some dinner?” He asked, and the smaller boy nodded, tugging his arm.

“I was hoping you’d say that. Rain is boring when there’s no one to watch with.”

[winterspiderpurrs]

Reincarnation fic idea- winterspider maybe winterspidershield

So while cooking dinner I was struck by this idea after listening to an old 'Unsolved Mysteries' episode on YouTube.

So in maybe in basic training Bucky meets young little guy, he is in better shape then Steve but he is a little guy still so of course he is drawn to him. Wants to protect him. Maybe when he comes back to New York when he goes to the Expo he brings his new 'friend' along. Maybe he calls him Kid cause he is barely legal to be in the war maybe he forged his papers. Steve meets him, he is a swell guy tho a lil jelly since he was actually able to get into the military.

Lets says say when Steve rescues Bucky the 1st time from Hydra once they get back to camp he says " I lost the Kid" exactly like how Tony says it about Spiderman after Thanos. And it isn't until they are going over the missing from the snap that when Peter Parkers photo shows up that Steve realizes that look exactly the same. (Could have same name could have totally diff but they look the same).

It wasn't until the funeral( could be Tonys could be Nats or other major char depending on how yall want the story to go) that Steve approached Peter, he looks the same! And now that Bucky has his memories back, he wants to know what Bucky thinks about this. And of course Peter is clueless but he does feel a kinship or something toward Bucky and a hint for Steve. But he thinks its just cause he is attracted to them.

Like .... This could totally be a good fic right? I'm pretty sure I haven't read anything like this. If there is one let me know or If someone likes it and writes it just let me know so I can read it!

[winterironspiderling]

I would love to read some winterspider where Bucky finds out how much stronger than him Peter really is. Actually stronger than all avengers. Maybe arm wrestling, when Peter and Bucky are in the finals, and Bucky choose his metal arm and Peter are able to defeat him. Sorry for chaos in my ask. 🙄

Hey, what a great idea! Don’t worry I understand what you mean. :)

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Bucky looks forward to the annual Avenger Arm Wrestling Competition because his vibranium gives even the strongest Avengers a run for their money. Even when his teammates challenge him to a match where he isn’t allowed to use his left arm, he still puts up a good fight. He knows that Tony Stark works on his suits all year to give him a fair chance against his enhanced friends.

When Peter, the newest and youngest member of the team says that he wants to compete in the challenge, Bucky isn’t sure it’s a good idea. The boy is so petite. Bucky knows that Peter can shoot his webs and take civlian criminals down, but trying to imagine Peter’s thin arms measuring up to his muscular arms—vibranium or flesh—worries him. What if the young spiderling gets hurt?

“Bucky, seriously. Don’t worry,” Peter insists. “It’s gonna be fun. Trust me. You won’t hurt me.”

“I don’t know,” Bucky says, looking around at the rest of the Avengers for back up. “You’re so small.”

“Size isn’t everything.”

“Yeah, but come on, Peter. Be realistic. I’m twice your size. Thor is three times your size. Tony’s got a suit that costs millions of dollars. How can you even think you stand a chance?”

Peter frowns, “Are you worried about hurting me? Or are you just scared I’ll win and make you look ridiculous.”

Bucky laughs, “Oh please. I don’t care about winning…I just don’t want breaking your arm on my conscience.”

“Let me worry about my arms,” Peter says, lifting his arm up to eye-level and flexing his bicep. His arm is thin, but muscular.

“Jesus, Tony, you’re gonna let him participate?” Bucky asks.“I thought you were supposed to be looking out for the kid.”

Tony just shrugs. “I’m not a babysitter. If he thinks he can take you, I wanna see him try.”

“Fine.” Bucky shakes his head. “Let’s go.”

Peter grins and takes his place opposite the table from Bucky. “Ready?”

“Not really,” Bucky admits.

Peter squares his elbow on the table and wiggles his fingers invitingly.

“You’re not even in your suit,” Bucky complains.

“I don’t need the suit.”

Peter just smirks when Bucky puts his right arm on the table instead of his left. “You might wanna rethink that.”

Bucky rolls his eyes and grasps Peter’s hand.

Just as Bucky thought, Peter’s arm starts to make its way toward the table after him exerting just a bit of force.

“I told you,” Bucky says before he adds any more strength.

“True,” Peter agrees. He smiles before flexing his hand and slamming Bucky’s arm to the table.

“What the hell?” Bucky demands, looking around at the rest of the Avengers.

Tony is laughing especially hard.

“Rematch?” Peter asks innocently.

Bucky nods, switching to his metal arm and waiting for Peter to grab his hand. This match is a little more balanced, and it takes a few seconds before either of them budge.

A vein starts to pop out of Bucky’s forehead as he struggles to beat Peter. It’s hard to concentrate with all his friends laughing at him. Even Steve is laughing since he loves rooting for the little guy.

It takes another couple seconds for Peter to win again, Bucky’s arm grinding and squealing under the force of Peter’s grip.

Bucky can’t believe it. “Wow. I don’t know what to say.”

Peter shrugs. “Just say congratulations, and ask Tony what my nickname is.”

“What is it?”

“Strongest Avenger,” Tony says, grinning.

“Fine, strongest Avenger.” Bucky shakes his head. “Congratulations.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you.” Peter winks.

[birdycurtains]

BACK OF A CAB - crying on the subway pt. 3

word count: 710

storyline: tony has been cheating on pepper with peter. peter is helplessly in love with tony and he’ll take whatever he can get out of tony.after letting tony use him for months, no matter what emotional distress it has caused him, he learns tony has made her his fiancée.

He misses him immediately. He would be lying if he said anything else.

He misses the lingering touches, heated stares. Being held.

Peter had been truly touch-starved before he began his relationship with Tony. He had become addicted to the feeling of skin on skin, addicted to the intimacy. 

All-in-all, he was addicted to Tony.

Hooked on the smell of his cologne, his whiskey breath, his shampoo. The smell of his sheets at four in the morning. 

He yearned to see his eyes, run his hands through his hair, feel the older man’s grip on his thighs. Kiss him. Taste him.

Now he lies in empty sheets. Awake, and grief-stricken over a dream long forgotten, but the memory of the emotion leaves a gaping hole in his chest. 

Peter feels more hollow than before.

He does nothing to stop the tears this time, letting them well up and fall. He lets out a few sobs before breaking into something akin to howls of pain.

He’s known pain like this before. 

He’s felt it in the way he held Ben, as the life left his eyes. 

Tony isn’t dead though, he’s alive and well, and has Pepper keeping his bed warm. 

Peter wishes he were so that maybe he might have an excuse as to why he feels like he’s suffered another great loss. Why he has the fits and dreams where he is rattled with loneliness and abandonment at the hand of a man he still loved.

He thinks back on a memory, after a gala, or charity event hosted by Pepper, he was in the back seat of some town car, Tony’s mouth on his. Then on his neck. 

He kissed so softly, so tenderly, like Peter could break. And he remembered the emotion bubbling up in his throat as the words spilled from his lips.

“I love you.”

Tony stopped for a second, hesitating, and Peter felt his stomach drop.

Tony returned to reality, with an almost manic determination as he buried a hand in Peter’s once perfectly styled hair and pulled him down on top of him.

Peter mistook it for reciprocation.

It was almost a dance, of Peter sharing or confessing his undying love through words or actions, and Tony gave him the illusion that any semblance of love he gave Peter was real.

Something in his chest snaps and all he wants to do is scream, but no sound manages out of his mouth and he crumbles against his mattress.

Peter flinches as he feels hands pull him from his heap on his bed. He’s buried in a warm embrace and the tightness of the grip almost has him chasing away the scent of sheetrock, but this is safe. 

He pushes his face into a neck, his hands grabbing and pulling at a t-shirt, a sound of fabric ripping through the air reverberates, but a cool metal hand on the back of his neck has him lax in seconds.

Bucky just holds Peter as the sobs rip through him.

Seconds, minutes, hours pass. 

“I’m sorry.” Peter manages to wrench out. His composure is wilting, big doe eyes glossy and ready to spill.

“‘S’all good.” His roommate murmurs, voice low and husky from sleep. 

It reminds him of Tony’s voice as he asks him to leave in the mornings.

But it’s not. This is Bucky, Bucky is safe, warm. Not quite whole, but neither is Peter.

Peter’s used to coaxing Bucky out of night terrors, and other trauma associated attacks, much like Bucky does for Peter.

He had invited Peter to live with him after Peter had gotten into a fight with the roommate he shared a dorm with his first year of college, and Peter accepted. Elated even.

He never relayed the nature of his and Tony’s relationship to Bucky, but he suspected he knew. After all, the man was always there to pick up the pieces every time Tony shattered Peter to pieces.

Peter melts into the hold Bucky has on him and inhales the scent of petrichor and pine, satiated at the absence of bergamot and sandalwood.

“I’m still missing

Dancing in the back of a cab with you

Convinced that we never had issues

The first love gets you bad, don’t it?”

[frobster]

Winterspider, wherein Peter takes a day off from school and Bucky spends the day playing with him and his stuffies.

heckin' wish this was me ✌😔

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Rare was the day when Peter willingly stayed home from school. He was a very studious person and insisted on being present as often as possible to avoid falling behind. Having to play catch-up was another source of stress that he just did not need in his life.

But sometimes, it was necessary.

College classes, extracurriculars, being a superhero, and finding the time to be a normal young adult seemed impossible to balance properly. He had been feeling overwhelmed for a while but it wasn’t until he actually passed out from exhaustion while studying at 2am that Bucky finally made an executive decision to keep Peter home the next day.

All the alarms were turned off and Bucky had Friday send emails out to Peter’s instructors and any other obligations he had that day explaining his absence. Then he carried Peter to bed, changed him into pajamas, and fell asleep holding him close.

The next day, Peter gasped awake and frantically looked around with wide eyes. He let out a distressed sound that had Bucky waking up too, squinting at the light streaming in through the window. Before Peter could try leaping out of bed, Bucky rolled over and tucked him close with his metal arm as he nosed into his neck.

"Go back to sleep, baby," Bucky rumbled, kissing along his neck. 

"No, I got class! Got homework, and studying, and a club to go," Peter insisted as he tried to wiggle free.

But they both knew it wasn't a genuine fight. If Peter really wanted to go, he could pry Bucky's arm away and dart off. He only put up the pretense of arguing until he yawned again and fell back into bed. Bucky pressed Peter's favorite panda bear plush into his arms before settling down again with a hum.

They slept for a few more hours since Peter really needed the extra rest. It was noon by the time they woke up again but Peter wanted to stay in bed that time. He was nuzzled into his panda plush and humming softly to himself, making its little arms wave along to the tune. Bucky smiled as he watched and pressed a gentle kiss to Peter's head. 

Peter peeked back at the kiss, smile small and sleepy but entirely genuine.

"Hi," he said softly.

"Hi, baby. You get enough sleep?" Bucky lifted a hand to gently stroke Peter's cheek, which the boy leaned into happily.

"Mhm, I'm okay. Wanna stay in bed though." 

Peter sat up only long enough to grab the other plushies he kept stashed in his nightstand since it wasn't always very convenient to have them on the bed. He got them piled around himself and wiggled into the plush mountain with a giggle, sounding far happier than when he first woke up in a panic.

"Where'd baby go?" Bucky asked in a playfully confused voice. "He's gone! Just his plushies left."

Peter's giggle was clearly audible through the pile, but Bucky kept up the game, poking into the plushies to make Peter squeak and squirm around. Eventually a larger stuffed animal tumbled away to expose Peter's face and Bucky grinned victoriously.

"There he is!" Bucky scooped Peter up onto his lap, who happily clung to him and pressed a messy kiss to his cheek.

"Hi, daddy!" he chirped, eyes sparkling with amusement.

There wasn't a hint of stress or anxiety from before, no panic or worry. Peter was completely relaxed and happy. Bucky squeezed him close and gave him a sweet kiss right on his lips, which always made the younger man blush.

"Still wanna stay in bed?" Bucky thought it sounded like a wonderful plan, but he wanted to make sure. Peter didn't always do well with staying in one place for long.

"Mhm. Got all my friends here." Peter grabbed his panda to prove the point, nuzzling into its soft body as he leaned into Bucky.

"Sounds good, sweetheart. Let me know when you want lunch."

Bucky sat back and watched Peter play around with his plush toys, prancing his panda around with his brown bear and soft puppy. There were some others settled around the bed, but those three were his favorite. It was such a sweet sight to see Peter relaxed and calm with his toys, surrounded by softness and comfort. He worked himself to the bone trying to keep up with all his different lives. Bucky appreciated calm, peaceful moments like these.

Bucky was proud of Peter for all he accomplished and the hard work he put in every day. But daddy knew best, and his baby needed a day off.

☆☆☆

[whenfandomscollide]

Argument (A Valentine’s Day Offering) (WSFFC 2020 Day 14)

Winterspider February Ficlet Challenge 2020 Day 14 @winterspiderchallenges also found at https://archiveofourown.org/works/22723768

Prompt: Argument Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanov, Ned Leeds Rating: Teen and up Author note: This is mostly a dialogue fic with very few attribution tags. I apologise. I hope you can still follow along with who is saying what. My apologies to anyone who is reading this on a mobile phone. It has come to my attention that the gaps between different conversations are missing on mobile and I don’t know how to fix it. Summary: Peter does not want to celebrate Valentine's Day. Absolutely refuses. Bucky is baffled.

“No, Bucky! I don’t want to celebrate Valentine’s Day. I’ve already told you this. It’s an overly commercialised piss poor excuse for a holiday which has lost all semblance of its original meaning and has just become an excuse for the candy, soft toy and floristry industry to try to sell us stuff we really don’t need.”

“But, Peter…”

“I said NO!” Peter slammed the door on his way out of the room and Bucky just stared at it in disbelief. What on earth would cause his usually romantic-as-fuck boyfriend to lose his shit like that about the one day of the year where you were actually supposed to do big romantic gestures?

  “Nat, I don’t get it. All I did was ask him if he had a preference for where we went for Valentine’s Day and he flipped his lid. What the actual fuck?”

Nat shook her head. “I don’t know what to tell you. He’s never said anything to me about it. But I’ve known him less than a year so why would he? You need to ask one of his friends.”

  “Ned speaking.”

“Hi, Ned, it’s Bucky here. Sorry to bug you but I have a question about Peter.”

“Okay…”

“Well, I asked him where he wanted to go for dinner on Valentine’s Day and he totally lost the plot. Absolutely refused to have anything to do with it and won’t speak to me about it. What gives?”

“Aw, man. That’s, well, that’s a big can of worms, that is. And it’s not my story to tell. But there is definitely more to it than that.”

“Hmm, OK. Thanks, man.”

  “Hey, honey. I was thinking we might head up the coast for dinner tonight. See if we can find that little place that does a version of English ‘fish n chips’, just for something different. Whaddya say?”

“James Buchanan Barnes, I swear to God, if this is some kind of surprise Valentine’s Day thing--��

“No, babe, not a Valentine in sight. Promise.”

“Well…OK then.”

  “So. Nice view, good fish, excellent ‘chips’, great beer, will you marry me, pass the vinegar, please?”

“Sure. Here it—wait. What did you say?”

“Pass the vinegar?”

“No, the bit before that.”

“Great beer?”

“No. The bit where you asked me to marry you.”

“Oh, that bit. Well, you didn’t want any big romantic Valentine’s gestures, so I figured I’d just slide it into ordinary conversation and see how it went. And you said ‘Sure’, so I mean, technically, I guess we’re engaged now.”

“Oh. I—oh. Are you—I thought you were going to break up with me!”

“What the hell?”

“I’ve been dumped on Valentine’s Day twice, OK? It seemed to me like fate was going for a hat trick.”

“Oh, baby. I’m crazy about you. Can’t you see that? What gave you the impression I was gonna break up with you?”

“I…dunno?”

“So, will you marry me?”

“Are you kidding me? Fuck yes!”

[netflixandchilis]

Weekly Fic Rec (6/8/19)

*this does not necessarily mean fics posted this week but fics I've read this week

Zimbits

Brunch is (entire series) E 100k

Shitty and Lardo are overly-invested and creative friends. Jack and Bitty are just trying to figure out what's in the box.

Ill Equipped E 70k

Jack's first mistake was getting drunk in a salsa club with Kent Parson. Or, the accidental Vegas married AU no one asked for.

And you may say to yourself, my god, what have I done? E 39k

The last thing Jack Zimmermann remembers saying to Eric Bittle is "lucky shot." That doesn’t explain, at all, why he just woke up in Bittle’s bed.A companion piece -- this time it's Jack's turn to get a peek at his future -- to And you may ask yourself, well, how did I get here?

And you may ask yourself, well, how did I get here? M 38k

 Bitty goes to bed after his "lucky shot" having made a decision. When he wakes up he ... is not where he expected to be. He has a career, and a baby, and -- this is the biggest surprise of all -- a husband who looks a lot like Jack Zimmermann.  

Ethics of Journalism  T 12k

When Dan Erikson is assigned to write an article about Jack Zimmermann's years in college, he thinks he knows what he's getting into. 

Then he meets Professor Simpson, Jack's photography professor. 

[also known as: Good Guy Reporter Dan Erikson]

He’s a Baker NR 5k

Jack loves his parents a lot - and they just want him to be happy. So, in order to stop them from worrying, he invents a perfect boyfriend. A man who couldn't possibly exist.

the slow pace of geologic time T 4k

Jack looks at her and then puts her luggage down and leans in, grabs her into a full-body hug, right there on the sidewalk, holding her so close. She can’t remember when he last hugged her this hard. “He told his parents. About being gay. About us,” he says into her shoulder. “They were awful.”

Call Me, Maybe G 3k

Based on a tumblr prompt in which Eric Bittle becomes a famous competitive figure skater whom Jack Zimmermann develops a celebrity crush on.

Jack isn't interested in a Falconers' PR opportunity to be on a reality show ... until he finds out who he'd appearing with.

If Pies Could Talk E 3k

Jack wants to ask Bitty something but he can't find the words. If pies could talk, they'd call him a lovable failboat.

#pickericbittleup G 1k

Everyone has an opinion about Jack Zimmerman figure skating with another man on television. Tater records his reaction in a Falconers' publicity video. 

(Companion Piece to Call, Me Maybe)

Each Time You Close Your Eyes T 1k

“Do you talk in your sleep?” Jack asks over frittata the next morning. Bitty’s cheeks pink up and his eyes get huge. “Oh lord, did I?” “I think so, Bits. You tried to tell me something about pineapples at three a.m.”

Casual Gaming E <1k

Can Bitty distract Jack from his phone?

Harringrove

Give In To Him  (entire series) E 13k

Follows Billy and Steve’s relationship development from roommates to more...

Hargrove T 13k

“Chief?”

“Yeah?” Hopper responded. It was barely eight o’clock; he’d just made it to the office.

“Principal Wallace needs you down at the high school. The Hargrove kid’s sleeping in his car again, and they can’t get him to wake up.”

Jim Hopper Always Knows T 2k

Four times Hopper is pretty sure Billy and Steve are a thing, and one time he's DEFINITELY sure. aka: how Hopper figured out Steve and Billy were together 

Parkner

PROOF SPIDER-MAN LOVES CLICKBAIT WIP G 60k

When Peter Parker gets a job working at Buzzfeed there's really only one subject he can write about: superheroes. And what superhero does he know better than everyone's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?

What he didn't expect was that everyone would think Peter's new obsession with the hero would be interpreted quite like That.

The Corruption of Peter Parker, by Harley Keener E 3k

Harley had meant to intimidate Tony’s intern -that’s the only reason he wore his nice jeans with the stupid maroon shirt that brought out his eyes. He even gelled his hair, for fucksake. Except, the moment he actually saw Peter Parker, baby blue sweater layered over a button up, jeans ripped where the extra fabric dragged as he walked, he threw that plan out the window. OrHarley really wants to fuck Peter so hard that he’s crying for it. He settles for wooing the fuck out of him instead, and maybe making Peter cry when the younger begs him for it.

Baby, Look What You've Done To Me 

T 1kHarley was set in his mind. He wouldn't be pursuing anything with Peter. Yeah, maybe some mildly flirting here and there that honestly went over Peter's head because he was too shy and innocent for his own good, but that was about it.Until Harley saw Peter wearing one of his sweaters that was basically swallowing Peter's small frame.Or: Peter wears Harley's sweater and he loses it.

Broken Promises and Needy Omegas

E 1k

Afterwords, when Harley was pressed up against the omega’s back, knot stuck deep as Peter purred and preened, the alpha sighed as he realized he had backed out of his promise, yet again. Peter was content now, but the shitstorm was coming. OrHarley gets really overwhelmed when Peter tries to ride him. Also, Tony wishes he could bleach his brain.

Stucky

Bucky Barnes and His 1001 Fetishes (or at least eight of them) WIP E 60k

Bucky Barnes is an out and proud, completely unashamed kinkster of epic proportions. From panties to gags to weird, alien dick sex toys--he's game for it all.He's

definitely

game for raining down kinky fiery hell on his new crush: Professor Steve Rogers.

A History of Birds NR 2k

"You look like him," Bucky says. No prompting, no nothing. He just speaks, like this is a thing he does.

"What?" Steve asks. He didn’t really hear it, too stunned by the fact that words were coming out of Bucky’s mouth to understand their meaning.

"You look like him. So did Pierce." His voice is soft, gravelly from disuse. "Is that why they picked you?"

Steve’s heart plunges like an elevator with the cables cut. “Buck, it is me.”

The hard line of Bucky’s mouth softens just a little. “Sure,” he says.

Winterspider? (idk the ship name)

just in case you fall in love with that boy in your chemistry class

WIP E 20k

A collection of mostly unrelated drabbles and blurbs in a Peter Parker/Bucky Barnes high school au. Each chapter is an independent fic/concept, chapters labeled and all contain individual summaries, ratings, + warnings/notes. 

I write 'em as they come. I've got lots planned, but there's no main plot or end goal here, just a relatively non-chronological compilation of generally unconnected, short fics and headcanons. Tags will be updated as I go. Welcome to my trash bin, let's get fucked

**also, its an unpopular ship but if anybody has any prompts that'd be sick

[spidercakes]

Have an ABO step brothers starker/ winterspider AU!

Warnings: underage characters, SIM type Tony, but only in bed, possessive behaviour, abo.

*

If Tony met Peter under different circumstances he would have done his best to get Peter into his bed with his ass in the air but no, he had to meet him when his mom moved her new girlfriend in and Tony can’t even be mad about it since May is great. But it does put a mental strain on Tony when he walks into the kitchen to find Peter bent over the island, short skirt millimeters from showing his ass reaching for an apple across from him in the fruit bowl.

He circles the island and gives Peter the apple, earning a slight pout for doing so. “I had it,” he says like his hand wasn’t still two inches away from the bowl.

“Uh huh. I’ll take my thanks now,” he says, glancing at Peter over his shoulder.

“Thanks, Tony,” Peter tells him, voice a little sarcastic and it make him want to press Peter up against the counter and ask him to repeat himself just to see if he’ll press his luck. He probably would too, pressing back just to get a rise out of Tony because there is no way he acts like that all the damn time without an ulterior motive. Except he does and its driving Tony nuts.

He distracts himself by looking around for a moment in the fridge and sighs, accepting that there’s nothing edible in there before grabbing a fruit from the bowl. Peter reaches for it again as he moves away from it and he frowns. “I wanted an orange,” he mumbles, reaching a little further as Tony walks behind him and he swears it takes every ounce of energy he has not to touch Peter when he spots the black lace panties he’s wearing. He keeps walking though, ignoring his impulses and wouldn’t Rhodey be proud? Admittedly self control isn’t usually his strong suit.

*

Peter would think Tony was oblivious to his charms if not for how frustrated he looked whenever he was around Peter. But for a guy who repeatedly gets reprimanded for having the attention span of a gnat and the self control of a brain damaged goat he seems damn good at keeping control in at least one aspect of his life and Peter is growing bored of it. He’d put all that effort in and it took him letting Bucky Barnes hit on him to finally get an actual reaction out of Tony.

Its not even like he’d meant it, its just that Bucky is hot too and Peter isn’t exactly picky so he thought he’d have a little fun. Bucky is clearly into it, leaning in to his space while Peter leans against the counter. He lets Bucky drift in close, tilting his head a little so his neck is sort of exposed. It works because Bucky’s eyes immediately drift to the soft skin there and he licks his lips. Peter grins, happy that his persuasions work on someone and he’s about to press himself into Bucky when Tony interrupts.

“Can you not basically dry hump my step brother in the kitchen, Barnes?” Tony asks, voice cold and the look on his face colder. Bucky actually pales a bit and takes a step away from him. Peter sighs, propping his head up on his hand as he sets his elbow on the counter, bending over in Bucky’s direction.

“Do you have to be like that?” Peter asks. He knows from the look on Tony’s face that Bucky’s eyes are glued to his ass. 

“Really?” he asks, eyes narrowing at Barnes. Peter looks behind him and Bucky shrugs a little, moving to sit by the island pointedly not looking in Peter’s direction. Tony goes back to rifling through the fridge and Peter makes his way around the island, pausing at Bucky before leaning into him.

“Should sneak into my room later,” he murmurs, hand landing on Bucky’s thigh and running up it for a moment before he pulls away and starts out of the room.

He can feel the way Bucky watches his every move until he disappears around the corner, so when Bucky makes good on Peter’s invitation he’s not surprised. He only looks uncertain for a half a second, confidence returning when he sees Peter in a lacy shirt and a skirt that was too small for him last year. The thigh highs are mostly because he likes them, and he likes the way they look with the garter belt holding them up. “Fuck me, you are ridiculously hot,” Bucky tells him as he circles his arms around Peter’s waist, one hand dipping down to cup his ass.

Peter grins, pressing himself into Bucky as he loops his arms around Bucky’s neck. “Yeah, I know,” he murmurs as he leans up and kisses Bucky softly, taking his time teasing Bucky with it before he deepens the kiss. Bucky moans into it, fingers trailing over the place where the lace of his panties meets his skin. Peter presses his ass further into Bucky’s hand as his fingers drift downward, slowly making his way between Peter’s legs to tease at his perineum through his panties. Bucky moans again and so does Peter, making it extra loud. Tony had had his nose out of joint all morning about the Bucky thing so Peter figures if he wants a reaction this seems like a great way to get one.

“Shh, baby if Tony hears you he’ll probably fucking skin me,” Bucky murmurs, fingers slipping underneath his panties to tease his hole.

Peter lets out another loud moan, head tilting back and exposing his neck lewdly for Bucky. “S’okay, room is soundproofed,” he lies, letting out another loud moan as Bucky rubs at his hole. He hopes Tony can hear this, the it makes him hot, makes him want to come and fuck Peter himself. But for now he’ll take Bucky.

“Feel so wet for me already,” he murmurs, ducking his head into Peter’s neck after only a moment’s hesitation. He groans into it, licking and nosing at Peter’s jawline. “How far are you gunna let me go, baby?” he asks, already testing his limit by pressing a finger into Peter. “Shit you are wet,” he murmurs, “so ready for me. You gunna let me fuck you? Please let me fuck you.”

He laughs a little, “can do whatever you want to me,” he tells Bucky.

“Anything I want?” he asks, voice breathy as he gives Peter a lusty once over.

Peter nods, “whatever you want,” he confirms, mouth dropping open a little in pleasure as Bucky presses another finger inside him.

“You wanna go over to your bed, make yourself look pretty for me?” he murmurs in Peter’s ear, nipping at his throat. Peter moans, curling into Bucky, fingers tangling in his hair when Bucky’s teeth hit his neck. “Mm, you liked that,” Bucky says, “so slick for me now. Gunna be drowning in it by the time I’m done with you. Go on baby, get on the bed.” He pulls his fingers out and Peter whines, giving him a pouty look. “Don’t look so disappointed so soon, I’ll make sure you get what you want.” 

He turns Peter around and smacks his ass before he prods him forward. Peter goes knowing Bucky’s eyes are on him until he pauses at the edge of his bed. He carefully reaches up his skirt, making sure nothing too important is showing as he hooks his thumbs into his panties and pulls them off slowly. Behind him Bucky swears and Peter grins, turning to grin at Bucky over his shoulder before he crawls onto the bed. He takes his time turning over onto his back, stretching out like a languid cat before drawing his legs up and then spreading them wide. He trails his fingers down his inner thighs and moans, arching his back as he pants softly like the sensation is too much.

It does its job because Bucky is crawling all over him within seconds, fingers back in his hole as his teeth graze Peter’s neck. He lets out a loud moan, hands curling over Bucky’s shoulders as he tangles one hand in his hair and one in the material of his shirt. “That’s it baby, moan pretty for me,” Bucky tells him, “wanna hear you beg for it.”

“Want you to fuck me,” he tells Bucky, “wanna feel you inside me.”

Bucky moans, “you want me to fuck that pretty pink hole?” he asks.

Peter nods, “yeah, fuck me please.”

“Mmm, that’s right Peter, beg for it like a good little omega,” Bucky tells him, teeth grazing his neck.

“Come on baby, fuck me already. I’m dripping for you, want you to fuck me so bad,” he tells Bucky.

“Shit, yeah,” Bucky says and Peter smiles, tilting his head back as he hears Bucky unzip his jeans. “Can I fuck you raw?” Bucky asks and Peter nods.

“Mhm, whatever you want,” Peter reminds him. He doesn’t look at Bucky as he presses into him, instead he imagines its Tony panting softly as he slowly pushes himself into Peter, making these soft little noises of pleasure.

“Mm, you feel good,” Bucky tells him, fucking into him slowly.

Peter huffs, “fuck me harder,” he tells Bucky, legs curling around his waist to urge him on.

*

The first time it happened Tony was pissed off and whether it was because one of his best friends deciding to sneak around with Peter behind his back or the fact that, as much as he doesn’t want to admit it, he wants to be the one in Peter’s bed, he’s unsure. Then Peter started making a habit of fucking Bucky loudly and it went from being a nuisance to absolute torture as he’s forced to listen to Bucky only half do what Peter wants him to.

By now he’s well versed in Peter’s likes and dislikes and he really likes being dominated, used. And listening to Bucky halfass listen to Peter’s requests is fucking painful at this point. He has to listen to Peter all but beg for Bucky to use him, push him into the mattress and take what he wants and the fact that Bucky doesn’t listen to him is straight up offensive. His incompetence keeps ruining Tony’s fantasies and its irritating the hell out of him. Peter already does enough work never using Bucky’s name, the fucking least Bucky can do after deciding to mess around with Peter behind his back is fuck him the way he wants to be fucked.

If he did that Tony’s jerk off sessions wouldn’t constantly be interrupted by ‘harder,’ ‘more,’ ‘tighter,’ and a hundred other variations of ‘do what the hell I’ve been telling you to do.’ He likes to imagine himself with Peter instead, listening to what he wants, gripping his throat tight as he fucks into him hard enough to hurt the next morning while Peter begs for more underneath him. He’d make sure Peter gets what he wants, what he needs, and he wouldn’t need to be told twice.

Peter lets out a loud moan, fake, Tony knows by now because he’s figured out what Peter’s real moans sound like. He hasn’t just heard him fuck Bucky, he’s heard him jerk off too, knows what Peter sounds like when he feels good. The next moan he lets out is real and he’s surprised too. “Do that again,” he says and Tony presses his palm into his mouth to keep from being heard. His other hand is fisted around himself, jerking fast to the sound of Peter’s moans and relishing when he’s loud and genuinely into it.

“Mm, come on Peter,” Tony whines under his breath, listening intently for Peter to moan again. “M’so close.”

“Yes!” Peter moans, voice high and tight and Tony bites his lip hard to keep any noise from escaping. “Come on, just like that,” Peter says, loud and breathy, “give it to me.”

Tony quickly shoves his pillow over his face as he moans not it, cumming loudly as Peter’s moans grow louder. He doesn’t believe in hell, but if he did he’s pretty sure that’s where he’d be going when he dies.

*

He swears Peter is going to kill him with all his short skirts and touchy behaviors but its not like he’s doing it on purpose. Peter is just like that, touchy, so Tony keeps his feelings to himself. He doesn’t even do much when Peter takes his arm and wraps it around him as they watch Star Wars, and he definitely doesn’t do anything as Peter shifts to press himself into Tony’s side, one leg curling up to half settle on him while Peter’s head rests on his shoulder. And he might have been able to resist that, honestly, if not for the way Peter’s breath hits his neck.

Its soft, intimate, and it feels good against his sensitive skin. He wants to tell Peter to lean in, kiss him there, to shift his leg up so its properly curled around him but he doesn’t. He stays right where he is, not moving a muscle as he prays that Peter doesn’t see the bulge in his pants because this is Peter, his step brother. But then Peter’s breath hits his neck again and he can’t help the small shiver he lets out because it feels fucking good.

Then Peter shifts his leg higher, knee grazing over his dick and he tries, really, but the small moan he lets slip can’t be helped. There’s no fucking way Peter hasn’t noticed anything but he’s still curled up into Tony’s side, back arched a little and that short little skirt of his barely covering anything important. He can see a little of the pretty pink panties he’s wearing and he makes his cock twitch despite his attempts to not react at all.

When Peter moves he doesn’t expect it, doesn’t expect him to lean in and kiss at the soft spot under his jawline. He definitely doesn’t anticipate moving his head to the side to allow it immediately either. “Peter,” he murmurs, unsure what he’s looking for and certainly not complaining when Peter slips into his lap, leg on either side of his hips. He buries his face deeper into Tony’s neck, kissing and licking up it in a way that leaves Tony whining for more. “Peter,” he says again, weaker. 

“Come on baby, I know you want me,” he murmurs in Tony’s ear and he’s not fucking wrong but...

“I can’t,” he murmurs, moving to push Peter away but Peter grabs his hands and plants them on his hips.

“Yes you can,” Peter murmurs, “want you to.”

“Peter,” he says with no real heat behind it, gripping his hips tighter.

“Let me take care of you,” Peter murmurs, slipping a hand between them and cupping him through his jeans. He moans, swearing softly as Peter grips him just right.

“Baby don’t tease me,” he tells Peter, “been waiting way too long for that.”

Peter grins, leaning in and kissing him and his lips are as soft as they look. He tastes a little like the cherry lip gloss that he likes to wear and the skin of his thighs is just as silky as he imagined. “Can you hear me through the wall?” he asks as he pulls back, dragging one of Tony’s lips with him between his teeth.

“So you did do that on purpose,” he murmurs.

“Mhm. So you know what I want, hmm? Can hear me ask for it?” he says, nosing at the side of Tony’s neck.

He laughs and flips them over, grabbing Peter’s wrists and holding them above his head. Peter lets out a surprised little moan, cheeks flushing red. “Hold those there for a moment,” Tony tells him, voice rough as he grabs at his belt, pulling it off after some minor difficulties and wrapping it around his wrists. Peter wiggles in excitement and by the time Tony has wrapped the belt around both Peter’s wrists and his headboard he can smell Peter’s slick. “This all it takes to get you going, a little bondage?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. Peter looks delicious under him, legs spread and cheeks flush as he bites his lip a little.

“Baby please use me, do whatever you want, please,” he says, not unlike his requests to Bucky that he never seems to actually listen to.

But Tony has given this way too much thought so he reaches down and wraps his hand around Peter’s throat, grinning as his mouth drops open and his back arches. “How about you shut up unless its to moan, hmm?” he asks voice cold and Peter reacts to it right away, letting out a small moan he has to push past Tony’s hand around his throat. “Good, now that we’ve established that how about I take off your panties, see what you left me to work with. All that fucking around with Barnes might have ruined you anyway.”

Peter wiggles under his hand but not out of discomfort. Good to know he likes a little humiliation with his dehumanization. He pulls his hand away and spreads Peter’s legs wide, fingers trailing down his soft thighs for a moment before pulling away. He reaches out and slips Peter’s underwear down, allowing Peter to close his legs long enough to rid them of his lace panties before spreading him back out.

He’s already dripping wet, slick starting to coat his thighs he’s so ready. “Hmm,” Tony murmurs noncommittally, sitting back on his heels and pulling his cock out. He doesn’t tell Peter what he’s about to do, he just shoved Peter’s legs apart and presses into him. Peter lets out a loud moan, thighs twitching under Tony’s grasp. He releases one thigh and wraps his hand around Peter’s throat as he fucks into Peter fast and hard. “Didn’t even get resistance going into your loose hole,” he growls at Peter. “Your fault for letting Bucky fuck you loose like this, should have saved your ass for me,” Tony tells him.

Peter whines, tugging at his restraints a little. Tony eases up on the grip around his throat so Peter can breathe right and speak. “Baby you weren’t fucking me and I had-” Tony cuts his words off by sharply increasing the grip on Peter’s neck.

“You didn’t have to do shit. You ruined your pretty little ass and now you’re going to make it up to me, got that?” Tony tells him. He lets go of Peter’s neck and he sucks in a breath greedily.

“Yeah, anything, whatever you want please Tony,” Peter whimpers, moaning when Tony grips his hair tight and forces his head back.

“Gunna take the only things Bucky didn’t. Gunna put a claim bite on that pretty little neck of yours and knot you full so you fucking know who you belong to.”

Peter moans loud, “oh my god yes Tony please claim me, knot me, mark me up please,” he says, voice on the edge of desperate and tony bites his lip to keep from cumming on the spot.

“Pretty sure you’ll have my hand print on your neck tomorrow,” he tells Peter, nipping at his sensitive skin.

Tony can feel the way Peter’s slick is dripping down him, his hole clenching over Tony’s cock. “I’m gunna cum!” Peter all but yells. “I’m gunna cum please knot me, I can feel it in my ass please Tony I want this so bad, been begging Bucky for it but he won’t give it to me like you, please,” he begs.

“Maybe I should leave you like this, serves you right for fucking with my property,” he growls in Peter’s ear.

He lets out a sharp gasp, “Tony no! Please no, I’ll do anything, just knot me right now, claim me, show me who owns me baby, who owns my ass,” he says, desperate and sloppy as he pants hard over Tony’s dick.

For a split second he debates on backing out but Peter curls his legs around his waist and Tony decides fuck it. He sinks his teeth into Peter’s neck harshly, moaning loud when Peter basically screams, back arching desperately into him as his legs curl tight around Tony’s waist like he can’t help but make sure tony will lock himself in. It’s no fucking hardship with the way Peter’s hole clenches beautifully around him, milking his knot for all that it’s worth.

He gives himself a second before he loosens his grip on Peter’s hair and pulls his teeth from his neck. “That’s the kind of fuck an omega like you needs,” Tony tells him.

Peter huffs underneath him softly, “that’s the best sex I’ve ever had,” he murmurs.

“Hmm,” Tony murmurs. “You ever want me to fuck you agsin you’ll stay the fuck away from Bucky,” he tells Peter, who nods enthusiastically.

*

Peter has his teeth clenched around his panties, wrists cuffed to his headboard with his legs spread open wide for Tony as he fucks into him with his fingers.

“I just don’t get why he stopped talking to me,” Bucky says over the phone.

“Couldn’t tell you, he hasn’t said anything to me,” Tony lies. Peter’s back arches up and he moans through his panties. Tony raises an eyebrow and Peter pouts, wiggling around underneath him as he tries to keep his arousal from getting too loud.

“And what the fuck happened to his neck, have you seen it?” he asks.

“Yeah, think he might be seeing someone else,” Tony says, pinning his phone between his shoulder and his ear Beck reaching out to grip Peter’s still bruised neck. His eyes roll back and slick drips out his hole.

“Who the fuck is he seeing, a god damn vampire with a choking fetish?” Bucky asks.

Tony rolls his eyes, “why don’t you call him for answers?” he asks, pulling his phone from his ear and ending the call. Real shame, having to pull his hand from Peter’s pretty neck but he’s more than content to reach back out and grip him tight. “Good boy, doing as you’re told. What do you want as a reward, hmm?”

Peter grins, “want you to knot me in public,” he says and shit, Tony can work with that.