#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.

[ladyofthewaves]

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

[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.

[winterspiderpurrs]

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!

[winterspiderpurrs]

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.