#falconspider

[kenztheweirdmf]

[winterspiderpurrs]

Okay.....

But I love love love the idea of abo where

Where after Beta Sam introduces Alpha Bucky to his family in LA they end up back in NY.

Bucky asking Sam if he was gonna head back to DC or if he is gonna stick around...

And Sam goes " Well... I think I might end up here in New York still... I met an Omega a while back"

" that's great"

" Well, He said i was allowed to bring in an Alpha if I found one worthy....so do you wanna meet my mega and see if we could make this work?"

And thats how they end up in Queens at the apartment of one Peter Parker.

[tightaroundthewebshooter]

Kinktober Day 9

aphrodisiacs - peter/sam

warnings: dubious consent (both ways) because sex pollen.

read on ao3 

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Samuel Thomas Wilson is an obnoxiously good man. Peter supposes that’s why he got the shield. Bleeding, trapped in a spaceship, and covered in alien slime that will literally kill him if he does not have sex, he still stops to ask Peter if he’s okay with this. Peter is definitely not okay with this situation, but he’s also covered in the alien sex goop, so he gives him the go-ahead. 

“Are you sure, Dude? If you want to do it the other way around we can,” he says, so earnest it makes Peter’s heart swell. 

“It’s alright, man, I’ve done this before. Besides, I’m already feeling sick, I don’t want to waste any time getting you ready,” Sam looks unconvinced, but he shuffles forward anyways, grabs Peters legs and pushes them back towards his chest, making him grab hold and keep them in place, and then carefully lines himself up, before gently, gently pushing in.

It’s almost unbearable, the way only slicked by spit, but the churning in his gut eases up almost immediately, making him sigh in relief, almost in sync with Sam. There’s no finesse, or kissing, because their only goal is getting off and then figuring out how to get off of this ship. 

But when Sam comes, helping Peter along, he's suddenly very glad it's him that he got stuck with, because he knows that when this is over and they get back home there will be no awkwardness, no chance of feelings developing, no blame placed, because that’s just how awesome Sam Wilson is.  

[lurafita]

Avengers/Peter, dub/con, captivity

Know these moments when you just can’t get this one idea out of your head, and all of a sudden you are writing it down, even though you have other stories going that you should be focusing on?

Yeah...

Heed the tags, everyone.

kidnapping, dub/con, captivity, chains, bondage, obsessive Avengers, Peter/Everyone, darkly soft Avengers (in the sense that they hold Peter captive, but only want to love and protect him), non-powered Peter, dark-ish Avengers, 18+ Peter, Clint is not married and has no kids, Tony is not in a relationship with Pepper.

The long chain wasn’t actually necessary, what with Friday being able to control every door and window in the building, and every single one of the Avengers being physically stronger and faster than him (even the non-enhanced ones like Tony, Natasha, Clint and Sam).

So it’s not like Peter could escape from their private floor, much less the tower as a whole.

They simply liked the physical proof that he couldn’t get away. They liked being able to touch the chain, to hear the links clink when he moved. They liked being able to see him tethered to their home. Their territory.

-

It hadn’t started like this. Of course not. These things never do. Or, at least Peter doesn’t think they do.

He had been one of the very few lucky college students to get an internship at Stark Industries, home of the Avengers. (Though, while Peter was undoubtedly a fan, he cared far more about the Stark Industries part of the deal, than being close to the cities heroes)

He had started out as a lab assistant to one of the project leaders, working on different things. After about four months of that, the new interns (which included Peter), had been asked to propose an idea for a new project that could benefit the company, and/or society.

Peter’s idea of an organic polymer that could be compressed and stored in great quantities, and hardened to adjustable strength when exposed to air, had immediately caught the attention of one Dr. Bruce Banner.

After the initial shock and hero worship that Peter experienced when being face to face with one of the greatest minds the scientific community had to offer wore off, he was able to talk to Dr. Banner (”Please, call me Bruce.”) about the different applications his formula could be used for, especially in the fields of emergency rescue and medicine.

Peter had apparently left such a good impression on the doctor, that the man who would occasionally turn into a green rage monster, had elevated Peter to  his personal lab assistant.

Needless to say, the college student was over the moon.

Shortly after beginning to work with Dr. Banner (”No, seriously Peter, call me Bruce”), Peter had gotten to know Tony Stark.

Stark was a close friend and frequent visitor of Dr. Banner (which of course he was, with them both being on the same Superhero team), and had come to the lab one day to talk shop and escape one of his many, many board meetings.

After Peter somehow managed to stutter his way through an introduction to Tony fucking Stark, the man had enthusiastically joined the two in brainstorming for more and more ways to adjust and improve on the ‘web-fluid’. (”So you are the little Spiderling Brucie-bear has been ranting about for the last few days.” “Sp-Spiderling, sir?” “Well, your web-fluid, yes, that’s what I’m calling it, does have some similarity to spidersilk. I was just going to call you ‘Bug-boy’, but seeing you in person, that name doesn’t really fit someone as cute as you.” Not knowing how to deal with being called ‘cute’ by one of the smartest and most powerful men in the world, Peter’s brain had zeroed in on the one thing it could process. “...Spiders are arachnids...” The two older scientists had given him an impossibly fond look for that comment)

Lab work often ran pretty late, and on one day where the hours had flown by particularly fast, Bruce had invited Peter to just stay the night there.

(”I wouldn’t feel good about you taking the subway at this hour of the day, or rather night. There are more than enough guest rooms on the Avengers floor. And I’m sure we can find you something to sleep in.” “I, I couldn’t, Dr. Ban- I mean Bruce. That would be such an imposition-” “You are not an imposition, Peter. As I said, more than enough rooms. Tony has actually raised the idea of giving you one of those for your internship. You are our most promising intern in years.” Peter had blushed fifty shades of red “But Dr- Bruce, that’s not necessary, really, it’s not that late, I can just-” “Nonsense. Crime has been picking up lately, especially after dark. Can’t have my best assistant get jumped on his way home. Come on, it’s Steve’s turn to cook tonight, and that man makes a mean casserole.”)

And that’s how he had met the other Avengers.

He was awkward at first, shy and insecure about every little thing he said and every gesture he made. But the Avengers (THE AVENGERS!) had been very welcoming of the younger man. Asked him about his studies, his work in the labs, teased lightly about how much both Bruce and Tony were always praising him. The dinner had been great, conversation flowing between him (a total nobody) and the worlds mightiest heroes, going through many different topics. It had been mostly lighthearted and funny, with Peter being just as pleasantly surprised about the easy camaraderie as the Avengers were. He had helped clean the dishes after, and had tried his best to not feel emasculated when the clothes to sleep in, had come out of the Black Widow’s closet. (”You have a dancer’s figure. Nothing to be ashamed of. The guys’ clothes would just swamp you.” “I,... uhm.. th.thank you, miss Widow, I mean, miss Romanoff? I used to do ballet, but had to stop once I got into college. Time constraints..” “Call me Natasha. If you want, you can join me in the training room sometime. I like to go through a few of the routines, they are good for balance and agility.” “O-oh, I couldn’t disrupt your training like that-” “I will pick you up from college tomorrow, then we will go through some positions and figures. Make sure you eat something light beforehand. After, we will come back up here and make Barnes cook something. I know about that ‘starving college student’ myth, and I will not have you become one, you are skinny enough as it is.”)

And so Peter had started to do a few hours of ballet with Natasha every week. Which always led to being fed by whoever was in charge of cooking on that particular day. Tony tried to steal him away from Bruce’s lab and into his own about 4 times a week, and succeeded about half the time. Lab hours stretched late into the evening on more and more days, and Peter found himself sleeping over at the tower a lot. The closet in the guest room he used, gradually filled with clothes in his size, and three new pairs of shoes appeared in the room one morning (while his own, old and very battered ones, were nowhere to be found.) Tony never admitted to buying the items for him, but the satisfied expression on the older man’s face when he saw the brunette in his new clothes, was its own confession. Bruce started to keep snacks and drinks in his lab, and made sure that Peter took regular breaks in between the sciencing. Whenever Tony had Peter in his own lab, Friday would remind the genius that both he and his intern were required to take a break to eat and drink something. Peter was made to stay for dinner almost every night, even the ones that he didn’t sleep there. He got to know the men and woman behind their hero persona’s, and in turn opened himself up for them. Thor would visit a lot, and while it took a little more time for Peter to get over being starstruck by the god, than it had for the other Avengers, a friendship was struck quickly.

He truly, genuinely liked the Avengers. And they truly, genuinely liked Peter.

And the college student had thought that that was all it was.

He didn’t notice when fond, friendly looks, became lingering, longing stares. He didn’t notice when little, friendly touches, would last longer, would become caresses. Jovial shoulder pats turned into full body hugs. Leading the younger somewhere suddenly always required the other to hold on to his wrist, hand, or arm, or to keep a guiding hand on Peter’s lower back. They sat closer during dinner and the occasional movie night. Natasha corrected his stance and form during their ballet sessions far more often than Peter thought necessary. Pressing close and intimate every time. They started to fuss over him more. Made sure he ate and drank enough, always asked if he slept well, insisted he just stay over to study for his exams and other college work. (”Where else would you get a super computer and two certified geniuses to help you if you need it, Spiderling?”)

Peter hadn’t thought anything of it.

So they were a little protective and tactile, it’s not as if Peter minded physical forms of affection.

When they started to gripe about the neighborhood Peter lived in, he took it in stride. He knew it wasn’t the best part in the city. Ned, MJ and Aunt May similarly weren’t happy with Peter living there. But student housing had been filled to the brim when Peter started at the university, and the apartment had been close to the campus and cheap. (”Because it’s a shithole, Petey. Wasn’t there a drug raid just around the blog from your address last week? I think I heard something about that in the news. Do you even have hot water in that hovel?”) His answer of “Sometimes.”, had been met with many heavy and worried frowns.

Needless to say that Peter had been vigorously urged by the Avengers to abandon the place, and just move into the guest room he was already occupying most of the time anyway.

Peter had declined, of course. He could not be such a burden to his friends, not when they had already done so much for him. But the Avengers were evidently far more stubborn and determined than the college student, and by the end of that same week, Peter’s lease had been canceled via one phone call of Tony’s lawyers, and all of his belongings had been moved to the tower.

But still, the brunette hadn’t really thought anything of it.

Sure, their actions had been a little heavy handed (and controlling), but it was understandable, was it not? They were his friends. They worried. They just wanted to help.

But soon after that, the young college student had been appointed a personal driver, who would cart him to and from the university every day. Outings with his friends became decidedly less, the more each of the Avengers wanted to spend time with Peter. Between ballet, lab work, assisting with cooking or baking, video game sessions, movie nights, spontaneous shopping trips, or any one of the team just sitting down with him and talking, not to mention his course work for university, he hardly found time for his semi-regular phone calls with Aunt May. (Who was, by the way, ecstatic that he lived with the Avengers. “At least now I don’t have to worry about you being robbed blind one night, because your landlord is too cheap to install a working lock on your door.”)

It was fine.

Tony, Bruce, Bucky, Natasha, Clint, Sam, Steve and Thor were his friends. His very tactile, affectionate and protective friends.

When the pet names started, Peter took it as simply another form of affection.

Friends gave each other nick names. It was fine.

“Petey, would you hand me that test tube over there? Thanks.”

“Alright, sweetheart. Almost done with Mark 39. Just some little adjustments, then it can be taken for a test run.”

“Want more sugar for your coffee, doll?”

“That last pirouette was beautiful, lastashka.”

“Your Toad may have bested me in this round, sweetie, but Bowser and I will have our revenge!”

“Honey, did you remember to eat lunch today, or did you neglect your poor empty stomach over studying through your break again?”

“You cold, pumpkin? Come over here, I will warm you up right quick.”

“I understand that education is important to you, but you shouldn’t push yourself so hard, love. Give the books a rest for today. Sweet dreams.”

It was fine.

It was fine.

...

Until it wasn’t.

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Read Part 2:

here

Read Part 3: here

Read Part 4: here

Also, I’m not sure about ship names for a few of them, so I’m just gonna tag every combination I can think of.

[peterparkers7evilexes]

when you’re ready

Bachelor AU masterpost

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

[kenztheweirdmf]

cough, cough... falconspider... and... impregnation... cough, cough... 🕶💵💵💵💵

OKAY ANON I SEE YOU 👀 also if youre like gonna send an ask and its a ship please specify which is the top/dom and bottom/sub cus i might make it the opposite and dont wanna make you guys unsatisfied ;w;

like people thinking Sam is the top and Peter is the bottom are not gonna believe how much of a bottom Sam is for Peter like Peter always fucking Sam in the gym showers every spar session they have cus they always get turn on when they see each other sweaty bodies and Peter is of course obsessed on how big Sams pecs are and ofc his wet juicy cunt and god is Peter a full on god eating it knowing how to make it soaking wet and loose ready for his cock and god dont let Sam talk about on how good Peter fucks it open and the head always going inside his cervix hitting the walls of his womb and he always begs for his cute boyfriend to get him pregnant and god does it always work it makes Peter groan and bite Sams neck as his cock shoots so much cum filling up Sams womb guaranteeing to knock one of his eggs 🤭

[winterspiderpurrs]

Looking out the window of the tower Sam sighed. It was blistering cold out and snow just a falling. There is no way he was going to get back to DC and he wasn't going to travel to Bucky's and Steve's place in Brooklyn. Especially when those two were stuck in the tower as well.

Hearing the door open Sam turns to see Bucky stepping into the living room in a pair of dark blue swim trunks with a white towel slung over his shoulder. " Stark got a pool in the tower?"

Bucky snorts and puts a pair of shades on top of his head

"Course he does. If your bored you can come for the show" Sam blinks and stares " the.... show?" Smirking Bucky nods and makes his way to the elevator " You'll see what I mean " so Sam follows Bucky.

Within a few minutes Bucky and Sam are walking into a giant room that house a small Olympic size pool. There was an artificial sun and the room was hot. Steve was currently doing laps in the pool. But what caught Sam's eye was one Peter Parker lounging on his stomach. Sunglasses on, head laying on a pillow and the bright red thong he was sporting.

Bucky nudges Sam, smirk still on his face before moving to the other side of the pool. Drops his shades down to cover his eyes as he sits and leans back on the beach chair. " It's a wonderful view. Just wait till Stevie thinks Peter needs sunblock. Kid will ask for help and Steve can't say no to that.... none of us really. But it's funny seeing Steve get flustered."

" damn"

Seeing Steve get out of the pool, walking over to the chair next to Peter picking up a towel and drying himself off a little. Bucky whistles and shouts out" Lookin good Rogers" Steve blushes and shakes his head, rolling his eyes. Peter lifts his head and pushes his sunglasses off to look over in there direction. He smiles and gives a wave.

" You know Sam, if you start swimming regular here he might let you rub some of that lotion on him. And if your lucky you might get him on a day where he don't want tan lines"

" Shut up. Seriously?"

" mhm"

" You got a suit I can use?"

Bucky laughs.

[lurafita]

Peter/Avengers, dub/con, captivity, Part 4

TAGGING PEOPLE STILL ISN’T WORKING!

Support couldn’t give me an answer to my problem. Though they said they would send me a link with a tool kinda thing, that I would have to install, and maybe that might help, then. Havn’t gotten it yet, but they said it might take a few days to get the file packed, or something. I have no clue about these things. Wish I had a Tony Stark in real life I could go bother with this.

Anyway, I would like to ask everyone to reblog this post, if you don’t mind, so that hopefully everyone who asked to be tagged for future parts will be able to find this. Thanks!

Read previous parts here:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Once again, heed the tags below the cut.

kidnapping, dub/con, captivity, chains, bondage, obsessive Avengers, Peter/Everyone, darkly soft Avengers (in the sense that they hold Peter captive, but only want to love and protect him), non-powered Peter, dark-ish Avengers, 18+ Peter, Clint is not married and has no kids, Tony is not in a relationship with Pepper.

Part 4

Setting things up was almost too easy.

The Avengers floors in the tower were spread over four stories.

One floor made up an intricate and wide indoor training gym, with special equipment. The one above that was dedicated to lab work, and had all the instruments any scientists heart could ever desire.

Then came the common floor, which was by far, the biggest.

In the beginning, Tony had set it up so that every Avenger would have their own, private floor.

But everyone had quickly migrated to the completely functional guest rooms (that all came with en-suite bathrooms) on the common floor. There was more than enough room for everyone, and the team mates liked being close to each other, while still having some privacy in their own rooms.

Peter's room, of course, had also always been on the common floor.

The parameters for Friday's new protocol were easy to code into her mainframe. As was the math to calculate the length of the chain, and the best place to anchor it to, so that Peter would still be able to roam the whole of the common floor freely, but unable to reach the elevator.

Tony and Bruce would, of course, take Peter to their labs with them, if he wished for it. A fitting chain would be placed there as well. Things were a bit different for the gym. They suspected that Peter would want to keep up his ballet practices with Natasha (once he got used to his new circumstances a bit, they had no delusions that the first few days would be difficult for everyone). However, he clearly couldn't be chained down for those. So there would be no chains there.

And really, the chains weren't actually necessary. With Friday's updated protocols, which disallowed Peter the use of the elevators (which were the only way to access the Avenger floors), unless one of the Avengers was with him, or in case of an immediate emergency; as well as the fact that each and every one of them would be able to easily restrain Peter if it came to it, there was honestly no need to put a shackle on the younger man.

Thinking back, Tony didn't even know who had suggested it in the first place, but once the image was there...

They wanted it.

They wanted the visible, physical, undeniable proof, that Peter wouldn't leave them.

Couldn't leave them.

They wanted to be able to touch the chain, run their hands over the links, hear the sound it would make every time the brunette moved.

Tony took great pleasure in making it. He was not going to allow some crude, mass manufactured, heavy dark chain to touch his Sweetheart's soft skin. No. The chain he was making was a gold aluminum alloy, just like his armor. Strong, but light, and a glittering gold and red color. The cuff that would rest around Peter's ankle was padded with the softest material Tony could find, ensuring that neither the delicate skin, nor bones would get damaged from wearing it over a long period of time.

Feeling inspired, the billionaire also made some handcuffs out of the same metal and soft padding, as well as some other things that almost had him come in his pants, from simply imagining using them on Peter. Not right away, of course, he didn't want to spook his Sweetheart. But once things had progressed a little, when Peter had learned to accept (and maybe reciprocate) their love, these things would be there, and Tony and the others would use them to make his Sweetheart feel more pleasure than he ever had before.

When Peter graduated from University, Tony had finished making all the restraints they would need (and want). To celebrate Peter's graduation, Tony invited everyone (the team, Peter's aunt, and his two friends) to the most expensive restaurant in the city. Between the lighthearted teasing and sincere praise of everyone, Peter was blushing the whole evening.

Such a pretty little thing.

During the next days, as his departure to Australia drew ever nearer, Peter was a bundle of nervous energy. Fretting about preparations for his trip, getting everything in order, trying to spend time with Ned and MJ, his aunt and the Avengers, before he wouldn't see them for quite a while.

The day before his plane would depart, just as they had planned, the Avengers again invited everyone out, this time to a fancy, discreet place that served brunch. The food was good and everyone had a great time. At the end, Ned, Michelle and May Parker thanked the Avengers for the invitation, and then all hugged Peter tightly (May with tears in her eyes) and wished him all the luck in the world on his trip.

Peter likewise had to wipe some moisture out of his eyes after the heartfelt goodbyes.

Back at the tower, Bruce started the final stage of their plan.

“Peter? Professor Stoddard gave you a list of all the recommended shots for Australia, right?”

The younger man grinned. “Yep. Got them all covered. On a side note, I really hate needles.”

The admission got a small chuckle out of everyone, as well as a little smile from Bruce.

“Well, if you can grit your teeth through one more, I have mixed up something in the lab that will help your body to better adapt to the Australian climate.”

Peter gave him a look between surprised and moved.

“Aw, thank you, Bruce. You really didn't have to.”

But the doctor shook his head, and placed an arm around the slightly smaller man, guiding him to the elevator, the dark, knowing eyes of the other Avengers on their backs.

“Nonsense. I think we all would feel a lot better, knowing that you are less likely to collapse from heatstroke the minute you get off the plane. Come. It's in my lab.”

Ten minutes later, the elevator doors opened back up, showing Bruce carrying an unconscious Peter in his arms.

Steve stepped forward immediately, offering to take Peter from him.

“You made sure the sedative isn't harmful?”

Bruce would take offense, but he knew that the super soldier was simply worried and anxious for their precious one.

“I've tested it multiple times. He will sleep soundly for approximately the next nine hours.”

With Peter carefully cradled in his arms, Steve led the small procession to the younger man's room, where he laid him gently into his bed.

Natasha came forward and lovingly carded her fingers through the always messy, brown curls, swiping away a stray lock from his eyes. Clint was already in the process of removing the sleeping man's shoes, and Bucky, with sure but soft hands, opened Peter's jeans and tenderly stripped them off.

Sam was collecting the younger man's tablet, phone and laptop. They would be kept secure and out of Peter's reach, until they could be sure that their love wouldn't try to contact anyone about his captivity.

Tony and Thor entered the room then, carrying the long, gold and red chain between them.

Clint huffed at the sight. “I'm still not happy that my Darling will be wearing your color scheme all the time.”

Tony just smirked at him. “What did you want me to paint the chain with? Purple? No chance.”

Then he took the cuff that was linked to the chain, and approached the bed. He sat down at Peter's naked feet (Bucky had quickly traded the jeans for a soft pair of pajama bottoms, not wanting his Doll to get cold during the night, in only his boxers)

Tony took a moment to just admire the sleeping form of the man that held all their hearts in his hands. He looked so peaceful. He moved his hand to the ankle that laid against his thigh. Such soft skin. He stroked over it lightly. So delicate. He could wrap his whole hand around the appendage without problem.

“We were right. Peter isn't made for the jungle. It would be too rough on him. We can't let him go. He needs us.”

He didn't need to look up to see the agreement in the others eyes, and without further delay, he closed the cuff around the pale flesh.

“The chain will have to come off for changing clothes and taking baths, so there is a fingerprint scanner here” He pointed it out for the others “programmed to recognize our thumb prints. You need to press your thumb to it for five seconds, before it comes off, so there should be no accidental release. We will all need to watch our steps from now on, so that we don't trip over the chain.”

Everyone nodded.

Steve spoke next.

“Remember that Peter won't be too happy with us during the next few days. Maybe longer. He won't understand this, and he will like it even less. The first week will likely be the most frustrating for all of us, but I won't tolerate anyone taking it out on him.”

He was met with scowls.

“No one here would ever hurt him.” Sam had crossed his arms over his chest.

“It will take time, but Lastashka will come around.” Natasha continued to stroke his hair.

“Patience and love. Just like we talked about. He will accept it, one day.” Bucky's voice was confident and steady.

“It is rare that all of us are needed for a mission, so there is always going to be at least one of us here with him. This should help him to get used to it.” Bruce added.

“I will have to attend matters at Asgard occasionally, but I doubt it will take more than a day at a time. It is important that we show him that we will always be there for him, and take care of his needs.”

Tony stroked over the padded shackle once more, before standing up and covering the still unconscious Peter with the warm blanket.

“Friday, initiate Protocol: Caged Bird.”

_

The first few days were difficult, but it was nothing they hadn’t expected.

Peter was mostly confused. He didn’t understand why his friends were doing what they were doing. He didn’t understand that their feelings for him exceeded friendship by a mile. He didn’t understand that keeping him locked up, was for his own good.

He tried reasoning with them, tried convincing them that nothing would happen to him in Australia, or any other expedition he might take part in in the future. (He was very upset about having missed his flight. At the sight of tears gathering in his eyes, Steve had climbed into bed with him and cuddled the unwilling college graduate for about an hour)

After that Peter had got it in his head that the team had been hypnotized or otherwise manipulated by some kind of villain. (”This isn’t right. You know it isn’t. Someone is making you act this way. You have to fight this.”) But, of course, it was to no avail.

They had expected him to be angry at them, to scream and curse and wish them to hell (though he never did). And while he was clearly very unhappy about the situation, it wasn’t his anger that cut into the Avengers. It was his sadness.

The team did their best to help Peter through the ordeal, help him get used to things. Affectionate touches were freely given and numerous, no matter how reluctantly they were received.

They were vigilant about not giving him time or opportunity to get lost in negative emotions. Took care that he always ate and drank enough, would change the shackle from one ankle to the other every day, and then spent a few minutes to massage the joint, to ward off any discomfort.

Due to the shackle and chain needing to be taken off, in order for Peter to change his bottoms, or shower, someone was always in the room with him during that time. The lack of privacy and his own shyness about the others seeing him naked like this, was possibly the most challenging hurdle for Peter to overcome.

It took two weeks, for Peter to stop flinching away from their touches, and then another four days until he didn’t automatically stiffen any more, when one of them hugged him. His pleas to be let go tapered off after roughly the first month into his captivity.

When Clint actually managed to make Peter laugh one day, things changed again.

With the younger man’s slowly growing acceptance of his non-negotiable presence in the tower, the team grew bolder in their displays of affection.

Lips soon found their way onto the soft skin, hands alone no longer enough. Necklines were pulled lower, exposing more of the delicate neck and shoulder bones, then covering the light skin in love bites and hickeys.

Shirts were rolled up to gain access to stomach and chest. to stroke and caress, to lick and kiss. Soft tickles to the sides of  the sensitive belly, light pinches and bites to the pink nipples.

Hands found their ways under the soft pants and boxers Peter wore, squeezing his buttocks, fingers ghosting over the rim, stroking up and down the length of his penis.

The younger man would tell them to stop, tried to shove them away, or wriggle out of their grasps, at first, but he was never successful. It was like a switch had been pulled in the Avengers heads. Knowing that Peter couldn’t get away from them, couldn’t run, couldn’t leave, allowed them more and more freedom to express their love.

They wanted to kiss him. Caress him. Feel him. Taste him. They wanted to make him feel good. Make him experience all the pleasure they could. Wanted to hear him moan, and gasp, and writher. They wanted to hear their name on his lips when he came. And then they wanted to do it all over again.

Peter discovered that, despite the chain that already shackled him to their home, the Avengers liked to restrain him even further, whenever things got more intimate.

Bucky and Steve both liked to use their superhuman strength. Steve would gather the thin wrists in one of his big hands, and hold them to whatever surface Peter happened to be on, before descending on the slighter body.

Bucky was the same, just that he exclusively used his metal arm to trap Peter’s hands with, so that his flesh one would be able to feel the others skin beneath him.

Sam and Clint almost always used the padded handcuffs that Tony had made, to bind Peter’s arms behind his back. Sam liked for Peter to straddle him like this, while he played with his body. Clint preferred to lay the younger man down on the closest soft surface, be that the couch in the living room, or whoever’s bed was nearest, and have his wicked way with him.

Natasha usually took Peter to her bedroom, where she used silk shawls and other soft ties to secure him to her bed. (”Tying someone down can have two implications, Lastashka. The most obvious one is that it makes you unable to resist and gives me complete control. The other reason is that it’s not about reciprocation. Being bound forces you to accept the pleasure that I give you, to let me take care of you, let me make you feel good and worship your body like it should be worshiped. If you wonder which one of those implications comes into play here, it’s actually both. I like being in control, Peter, but I also like making you feel good. Just let me love you.”)

Most surprising was probably Bruce’s fondness for Japanese bondage. The older scientist loved to put Peter in elaborate and complicated bindings (with special ropes that wouldn’t burn or shave at the delicate skin, of course). He would patiently and carefully wrestle the younger man into compliance, and then skillfully tie him up. The only reason the bondage never included a gag, Peter came to realize, was that Bruce would stop his work every few minutes, to kiss him tenderly on the lips, the cheeks, and his forehead. Sometimes they didn’t even have sex when Bruce tied him up, though the man always made Peter come.

Thor was probably the odd one out, as he didn’t have a specific method he used to restrain his lover. Sometimes he would use a soft rope, other times he closed the padded handcuffs around Peter’s wrists, and other times still the god of thunder would simply clamp his own, big hands around the slim body and manhandle him however he wanted to. One day Thor had stripped his love, pinned him down on his bed with one hand, and with the other, carefully, hesitantly, but full of anticipation, laid his hammer onto the youngers chest. Mjölnir wasn’t heavy in the sense that it crushed Peter, but it was completely impossible for the younger man to move out from under it. All he could do was claw at the bedding and move his legs to the almost overwhelming pleasure, as the Asgardian took him again and again.

Tony, even though he had been the one to design and make the handcuffs and various other restrains the team used on Peter, would usually direct one or more of the empty Iron Man armors to hold his Sweetheart in position. He loved watching as Peter ineffectually writhed against the unyielding hold of something he had created, while he kneeled before his captive, using the skill learned from years of being New York’s number one playboy, to suck him off. He always made Peter orgasm once, before he entered him. It was such a heady feeling, such a turn on, to see Peter experience a second release, while the billionaire himself was buried deep inside his warmth.

They made sure not to overwhelm Peter too much. He couldn’t be taken by everyone, everyday. And really, no one had a problem with this. After all, it wasn’t purely about sex. They loved Peter, and they loved making love to Peter, but fucking for hours on end was not the only way that physical attraction and devotion could be expressed.

Cuddling during movie nights, or taking a bath together, having him sit between their legs and leaning back into their chest while he was reading a book, were all things that were high on everyone’s list for making Peter feel special and loved.

Whenever it wasn’t Steve himself to share this kind of intimacy with his Honey, he liked to draw the scene before him. His sketchbook was full of pages upon pages of Peter being cherished by one of his team mates. (He always drew the chain, and sometimes the handcuffs, as well. The different restraints had become as much of a symbol for their love, as everything else had)

Three and a half months into Peter’s captivity, everyone was gathered in the living room, watching a movie. Peter was lying with his head in Natasha’s lap, the former Assassin lovingly stroking her hand through his hair. His legs were laid over Sam’s lap, with the man softly kneading his calves. The rest of the Avengers had spread out over the other couches and chairs in the room, basking in the peaceful atmosphere that knowing Peter was close by, always brought to them.

“Do you hate us?”

Natasha’s quiet question cut through the room like a knife, and Peter could see every one of the Avengers stiffen, as they waited for him to answer. He inhaled deeply.

“...No. I don’t hate you. I don’t like being locked up, I’m not always too happy about all the restraints, I miss being able to run around outside, jump from building to building, or just take a walk. I still don’t understand why you are doing all this,... But I don’t hate you.”

They all slumped a little in relief, Sam affectionately squeezed the ankle without the shackle, and Natasha continued to stroke through Peter’s hair.

“No more parkour for you, Doll. It’s too dangerous.” Came Bucky’s rumble to the brunettes right, and he could see the others nod their heads in agreement to this. He sighed.

“But we can talk about a few outings in the future.”

Natasha and Sam kept him from sitting up, but Peter still looked at Tony with wide, excited eyes.

“Really?”

The billionaire nodded. “If you agree to wearing a tracker, maybe an anklet. And at least one of us has to be with you. Possibly a few more rules that we will decide on then. But yes, really.”

Seeing the reluctant agreement to that in everyone’s eyes, Peter smiled widely. It wouldn’t happen in the next few days, he knew. Maybe not even for another month or more. But he would get to go outside again.

One day.

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That’s it folks.

As you can probably tell, I’m not very good with writing smut. (In fact, I didn’t really, explicitely, write any... sorry)

Which is why, if anyone is interested / wants to do it, I would not at all be opposed if someone wrote additional parts to this story.

The only thing I ask, is that you keep things nice. No degradation, humiliation or pain play, please. (Pain play would include things like spanking and orgasm denial. Orgasm delay is fine, but outright denial can not only be considerably painful, but might also have real, physical consequences.)

I don’t mean any offense if those are some of your personal kinks or likes, but I myself don’t enjoy those very much (or at all), and I don’t think they would fit into the mind frame of the story, or the Avengers.

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when you’re ready [5/9]

[Masterpost]

Peter’s hurt. It’s pointless to deny it, but over the next week, every time he so much as gives a friendly smile in Tony’s direction, he shirks away and outright ignores him. The show goes on - he finds his heart has more than enough room to grow fond of a few of the guys, but he doesn’t stop trying to get Tony to talk to him too.

They’re a little more than halfway through the season, and six contestants remain: Adrian, Bucky, Sam, Steve R., T’Challa and Thor. He’s doing great, MJ assures him, but Peter still can’t sleep most nights as he agonizes over who he needs to send home next.

After so many weeks of filming, it’s only then that a switch flips for him. He picks Sam to go on a destination one-on-one date to a ski resort, and this is a rare occasion where the entire camera crew doesn’t tag along. When they board the private plane, Tony’s nowhere to be seen among the production crew, and a sense of relief washes over Peter, quickly followed by guilt.

The date is good - better than Peter ever could have hoped. It’s really good. Sam is chivalrous, uproariously funny and devastatingly sexy when he wants to be.

They hit it off like no other contestant has with him, and as they sink into the hot tub, flushed warm with alcohol and the chill of the snow, Peter says in amazement, “I can’t believe we haven’t really talked yet. You’re-- You’re cool, Sam.”

Sam laughs and throws his head back, showing off that charming gap toothed grin. “Yeah, you’re ‘cool’ too,” he says, only a little teasingly. “You got a lot of dudes trying to take your time, I’m surprised you don’t use flashcards to keep us all in order.”

Peter pretends to look from side-to-side for eavesdroppers, even with the camerawoman angling the boom mic right above them. “I do,” he confesses in a stage whisper. “But I only remember the good kissers.”

A coy smile spreads across Sam’s lips. “Well,” he says, drawing closer in the hot tub, “should I help jog your memory?” He wraps a gentle hand around the back of Peter’s neck, closing the space between them.

“I wish you would,” Peter breathes, and he closes his eyes.

Sam is a really good kisser. His lips are full and soft against his, and his hand cups Peter’s head as they kiss, his thumb stroking warm and slow against Peter’s jaw before he pulls away.

With a quiet little whimper, Peter wraps his arms around Sam’s neck and draws him back in. “I’m not done with you,” he murmurs, and he surges forward, pressing their lips together again.

Somewhere off to the side, he can hear the camera crew slowly backing away, satisfied with the PG footage they were able to grab, but Peter doesn’t pay them any attention. For the first time in a week, Peter is distracted and he’s happy.

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Prompt: Highschool Reunion AU

Peter skipped grades so while he should of been with his age group in 9th grade but he moved up and was senior. He gets picked on by older students but seniors Sam and Bucky always looked out for him. They knew that Peter Def had a crush on one if not both of them. But hey they weren't there yet to admit attraction to a guy yet. Well maybe Bucky was since he moons over Steve who had to move schools when his mom passed away.

Maybe on graduation day Peter confessed. And feelin bad for the guy Sam/Bucky said in basic terms he wasn't their type buy hey maybe at the highschool reunion maybe give a shot then.

Que 10 or 15 years later.

Maybe Sam and Bucky are together or atleast acknowledging attraction to guys. Maybe they reunited after their tours in the military. Bucky with his honorable discharge and purple heart because of his arm. Sam on reserve as he mainly works for the government now.

I picture them at the event chatting with old pals. And someone mentions their " shadow" aka Peter just showed up.

They weren't expecting for tiny nerdy Peter to turn out like this.

Amd if you want it to be extra dramatic have his show up with Steve! Maybe they end up swapping... or not...

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Okay now I will be honest, I have NEVER played D&D. I used to do rpgs back in the days of dail up.

BUT

I like the idea of Peter being in an online D&D group while away at college. Like Ned found it and they only meet up either every other week or once a month on a Saturday that turns into Sundays.

And let's say Ned let it slips that Spiderman(Peter's Username) got them[Ned and MJ] tickets to the Stark Expo that summer as a graduation present cause Peter got hired on as a lab assistant there.

I imagine that they have been playing together for... maybe 2 years or so maybe more.

Maybe Falcon (Sam) or Captain (Steve) said they are going to be in New York at that time too. Then it turns out that Winter(Bucky) who grew up with Captain was gonna be in town too visiting his family in Brooklyn. As well as Widow ( Natasha) and ScarletWitch( Wanda).

Maybe they make a point of actually meeting up in Person. Either at the Stark Expo or maybe at a coffee house.

I think this would be cute!

Could be any pairing really.

Course u love a good WinterSpider, SpiderShield, FalconSpider and for the thruple WinterSpiderShield

But anything can go!

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Okay but Sam and Rhodey, who work together and know each other; friends even. Maybe Rhodey even gives Sam some dating advice. It's hard being in the military and having to date long distances.

Then comes the day when Rhodey is surprising his husband Tony and son Peter. His team's project ended earlier than expected, and he was gonna surprise them at family dinner night.

Rhodey was NOT expecting to see his colleague Sam there holding his son's hand.

Sam is mortified as he KNOWS they had some lockerroom talk about each other's partners.

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Okay but Sam introducing his partner to Colonel Rhodes. It's a big move, sign of serious commitment.

But when it happens to be Peter Parker he is introducing....

and it happens that Rhodes is Peter's dad.....

welllll things could get pretty interesting.

And people think its Tony( Peter's other dad) that would be the over protected/freaks out one.

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Prompt idea:

Tony and Rhodey parents to one Peter Parker.

Peter in college and states he is bringing a boy home. A boyfriend. One that Tony and Rhodey didn't even know he had.

Sam Wilson shows up at the door. He knows Colonel Rhodes as he served under him before. Or maybe they both work at the same facility. Sam didn't know that Peter was the Colonels kid.

Tony doesn't want his baby dating but he can see why he choose Sam. Like father like son.

Features over protective Tony and Rhodey.

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Prompt:

Alpha Peter who while in space with Omega Tony, mated.

Blip happened.

After Tony dies Peter has to go back to his normal life. Until he found out that Morgan is HIS daughter. Pepper never intended to tell him about her.

Peter approaches Sam and Bucky about helping him get more information so he can fight for his pup.

Lots of fighting and growing into a family unit with the two guys he was fighting opposite of before.

Maybe Beta/Alpha Sam and Omega Bucky.

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" What you got there Sam?"

Sam was currently packing a small brown bag with a science magazine, some Nerds candy and the newest falcon Lego set.

" Bringing Pete some stuff. He seemed down since he hasn't been invited to any new missions."

" Uh huh..... ya know when I was down and in the hospital I don't remember you making me a goodie bag."

" Yeah well you also don't suck my dick like your life depends on it"

"Damn"

" Now stop hassling me, I gotta go see my boy"

" Sure sure. Enjoy yourself. Let Peter know I'm available if he tires of ya"

"Fuck you man"

Bucky just laughs and takes another swig of his beer.