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snowstark · 3 years

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are you taking prompts baby? i need some widdle peter sweetness to pull through this bachelor bs🥺🥺 oh please jae goddess provide your miracles - raf🐇

rafni babie !!!! i hope you don’t mind if i write a little something that we discussed in DMs rn for this ask, even if it's not little peter! 👀

Summary: Peter begs for more, more, more, always more, and Tony's had enough. Maybe a visit to the Doctor will help with that. AKA Dom Doctor Steve milks Peter's prostate while he sits on Tony's lap.

"Peter, baby, you can't keep hiding your face like that," Tony reprimanded, but the hand he soothed down Peter's spine took away any real heat behind his words. Tony flashed a grin at the doctor, who chuckled.

"That's alright, Tony. He's a shy one." Steve smiled, and crooked his fingers.

Peter gasped, jerking, because Steve's fingers were thick, almost as big as Daddy's. They filled him up so good, just the way he needed, and his thighs were trembling from the strain of the position he was in.

He was sitting on Tony's lap, their chests pressed flush against each other, while the doctor had three fingers in Peter, twisting and pumping them in and out briskly.

Peter gasped when Steve brushed over his prostate again. He was hard to pound nails despite the fact that he'd already come that morning, and he was leaking droplets of pre-come onto Tony's suit.

Tony noticed, of course, and sighed. "Makin' a mess," he muttered, and Peter flushed.

"D-Daddy—" he stuttered. "S-So—"

"No, no, you're not sorry." Tony gave him a look, and his eyes never left Peter's face as he reached down to thumb at the slit of Peter's cock, making him let out a high-pitched moan. "Daddy doesn't like when you apologize and don't mean it."

Peter whimpered, turning his head, cheeks pink in embarrassment as Steve hummed nonchalantly behind him.

"And look at you, the Doctor's working so hard to help me teach you a lesson and you can't even look him in the face. I thought you were more polite, sweetheart." Tony sighed again.

Peter shook his head, eyes wide, and stammered, "Please, Daddy, 'm—I am polite, 'm—"

"Yeah? Then show us." Tony gave him an unimpressed look, and it made Peter's knees weak. When Peter just let out small, punctuated gasps at Steve's fingers instead of speaking, Tony cracked a hand down on his hip, drawing a surprised yelp out of him. "Now."

"Um—t-thank you, Stevie!" Peter squeaked out in between stuttered moans and whines.

Tony tsked before Steve could say anything in response. "Oh, sweetheart, no, no, no," he tutted. "It's Dr. Steve, isn't it? Dr. Steve, who's making sure you're healthy. Dr. Steve, who's making your face all red like this. Dr. Steve, who has his fingers up your needy ass because you want more, you always want more."

"D-Daddy—" Peter choked on a small sob.

"And if you were a good boy and hadn't begged for more than you could take, then we wouldn't be here, now would we?" Tony murmured, tone scathingly patronizing. "Could've been having movie night. Could've been playing with Bucky. But where are we, instead? At the doctor's office, because you begged so much to the point where Daddy got worried if you were okay, honey."

That was bullshit, and they all knew that, because Tony and Steve had planned this, but the words still had the desired effect on Peter. Peter let out a small, distressed noise, and shoved his face into the crook of Tony's neck again.

"Ah-ah." Tony snaked a hand up and threaded it through the boy's damp curls, tightening his grip and pulling his head back. "You look Dr. Steve in the eye and apologize for making him do this when he's already a busy man."

"S-Sorry!" Peter gasped. "'m so sorry, Dr. Steve, p-please—"

"That's alright, Peter." Steve's tone was brisk and professional, though not cold, as he added yet another finger to rub against Peter's prostate repeatedly. "You can't help it, I know, poor thing. Had to teach Buck the same lesson yesterday."

Tony sighed dramatically at his words. "You hear that, Petey? Now you're making Dr. Steve repeat a lesson he's already taught to someone else. What do you have to say to that?"

"'m sorry!" Peter sobbed, fingers flexing as he gripped Tony's shoulders hard, quivering. "'m so sorry!"

"There you go." Tony soothed a hand down Peter's spine and gave Steve a small nod. "There you go, honey, you're learning, I know you are."

Peter nodded, dazed, and gasped out, "I am! Please, Daddy—"

"You do please your Daddy," Tony murmured, giving Steve another look.

And Steve. Nailed. His. Prostate. Hard.

Peter let out a wail, back arching, and his cock splattered strings of white on Tony's suit. He fell forward, forehead on Tony's shoulder, shuddering through the afterglow of his high until it was too much, too much—

But Steve kept going.

Dr. Steve didn't stop; his thick fingers were still pumping in and out of Peter's hole. Tony didn't stop him, either.

Eventually, Peter choked out, "P-Please—D-Doct—Daddyyy—"

"What's wrong, baby?" Tony crooned. "You hurtin'?"

Peter sniffled, clinging to Tony desperately.

"Well, you're always telling me you want more, so I really do want to give you more this time..." Tony trailed off thoughtfully, ignoring Peter's wide-eyed look. "Well, Dr. Steve? What's the diagnosis?"

Steve was quiet for a few moments, even as his fingers worked relentlessly. "I think," he finally said, "that if he's told you he wants more, then he should get more."

Tony grinned, delighted. "You hear that, honey?" He kissed Peter's cheek, brushing a hand over his jaw. "Doctor's orders."

#starker #spidershield #ironspider #ironspidershield #tonypeter #stevepeter #phew that was the first time i wrote a sort of med kink thing #i hope it was good FHSKJK #for you rafni mwah <3 #my fics

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professional-benaddict · 3 years

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Hiii! I’m totally in love with your blog 🥰

Can you write little Peter? Maybe where he feels distant with Tony and Steve. Maybe Peter is just feeling sad and wants to be alone but he’s too little to actually be alone?

Love youuuu❤️✨❤️

Daddies Steve and Tony, +18 Little Peter, bad moods (can be interpreted as depressive episode), emotional hurt, whump, comfort, fluff

“How long has it been now?”

“Tony, you worry too much. He’s okay. He just wants to be alone for a while. Nothing wrong with that.”

“No, but- I just- it keeps bugging me. The way he left and what he said.”

“Littles have tantrum now and then. Won’t hurt him, nor will it hurt us.”

Well, it looks like Tony is hurting a bit based on the worried look on his face and the way he keeps gazing down the hall and to Peter’s room.

“I’m surprised we don’t argue more about our different caregiver approaches.” Tony huffs fondly, stealing a kiss from Steve before heading to their Little’s room. Steve shakes his head a little, but he doesn’t stop his husband.

Tony knocks softly on the closed door. He gets no response through the door, and so he enters with his head first to peek into the room.

“Hi, sweetie pie.”

Tony finds Peter laying on the bed, on his tummy, with his face half hidden in his dragon stuffie. The boy looks mopey, and sad, and maybe a bit frustrated.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Tony repeats, sitting on the side of Peter’s bed. He runs his hand up and down the boy’s back, but Peter still will not acknowledge him. “How are you doing? We haven’t heard from you in a bit. I was starting to get worried.”

“’M fine…”

Not convincing, Tony thinks. Peter’s voice is thick, and there is a tiny squeak at the end, the kind you get when your throat is dry after not drinking for a while.

“You don’t sound like it, bud. Can you turn around so I can see you? I wanna see my best boy.” Tony tempts, but he has to grab Peter himself to turn him on his back.

The boy has a fierce pout on his face, and lifts his arms to hide his face with. Definitely a hungry and mopey Little.

“It’s been a while since you last ate. I think we should go find you a snack, hm? Come on, sit up for me.” Tony encourages, once again helping Peter. The boy whines and rubs at his eyes, too tired to even cry. “Today really isn’t the best day, huh? Hugs make it better though. Give Daddy a cuddle, baby. Oh, c’mere.”

Peter clings to him, somewhat reluctantly. He doesn’t say a word, but Tony knows the boy wants him still. Even if he doesn’t want to admit it. It’s time Daddy takes charge of things.

“And up we go.” Tony groans a little, standing up with Peter in his arms. “Let’s go and find Dada and we can ask if he can make his special hot chocolate.”

Tony can feel Peter lift his head a bit at the mention of Steve’s special hot chocolate. It’s ironic how Steve is the most obsessed with their family eating healthy, and yet he makes the sweetest and most delicious hot chocolate with whipped cream and caramel on top. Peter asks for it all the time, so Tony bets that he is surprised over it being offered to him without him asking for it.

“Is that a yes?” Tony asks, tilting his head to catch Peter’s eyes. The boy nods slowly, and then goes back to sulking.

20 minutes later, the atmosphere in the house is totally different. Peter is squished between Steve and Tony on the sofa, lapping at his whipped cream and hot chocolate. He is still a bit quiet, but his eyes follow the movie that Tony put on the TV.

“Is it good?” Steve asks, rubbing Peter’s thigh. The boy nods eagerly, and gestures wordlessly for Steve to hold his mug. “Wha-”

Peter reaches up, and plants a sticky kiss on Steve’s cheek, then does the same to Tony. Then, he quickly sinks down on the sofa again, taking his mug back.

The two Daddies look at one another, a little dumbfounded, but very, very happy.

#my prompts #i hope this was okay!!🥺🥺💗💗#little!peter #daddy!steve #daddy!tony #ironspidershield #is that the one??#starker #stony #spidershield #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark x steve rogers #peter parker x steve rogers #peter parker #tony stark #steve rogers #ask

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blushing-starker · 4 years

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This is the most productive I've been in days, here, have the third tdatt inspired moodboard. I read @send-me-your-hcs and @tonystarkisaslut 's comments on writing a dark au with Arvin Russell and I died. And then Ru (can I call you Ru?) electrocuted me back to life only to stab me in the heart with the stories spun from the word asks. Of course @puppypeter solved a very daunting problem for me and now I'm planning yet another work. The devil all the time has ruined me. (And so have these three above, I now have a longing for sad tom.)

I forgot the ship name, just whoosh, gone.

Gracie indirectly led me to one of the names, thanks love.

#peter parker #tony stark #peter parker x tony stark #starker #ironspider #peter x tony #my moodboards #dark!tony #kidnapped!Peter #dark!steve #mechanic!tony #painter!steve #model!peter #peter x steve x tony #Stony #peter x steve #steve x tony #spidershield #ironspidershield

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everywlovesjask · 3 years

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Ok I'm not a writer and I rarely make posts like this but I just watched Connor Franta's most recent video and I couldn't stop thinking about how it was literally youtuber Peter! Like if someone wants to write a starker/winterspider/spidershield (or any Peter ship really) fic based off this video pleaseee tag me

youtube

#youtuber peter #youtuber peter parker #youtuber au #starker #spideypool #winterspider #spidershield #winterironspider #winterironspidershield #winterspidershield #ironspidershield #peter parker #Youtube

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frostymarauders · 4 years

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About My Writing

I accept prompts. I won’t write everything, but I will do my best.

I will write taboo subjects. This does not mean I believe they’re okay when they harm actual people.

I find it more difficult to write female characters, so while I do write them, there won’t be many ships on this list with female characters. If asked, I will try to write them. So feel free to ask.

I multiship, so if there is a ship you want me to write that isn’t on this list, feel free to ask!

I write for Marvel, Harry Potter, Gravity Falls, and Dream SMP

I won’t hesitate to block people who send hate. Honestly just block tags people.

What I won’t write:

Bodily waste kinks

Human x Animal *I accept werewolf, vampire, furries, etc* (just not actual animals)

I am open to write anything not on this list (keep in mind, this list may grow or shrink as I find more things I won’t write)

Favorite Tropes:

You’re most likely to get something out of me with one of these, but I do write other things.

Mpreg

Alpha/Beta/Omega

Holiday One-Shot (Halloween and Christmas are my favorites)

Getting together

Angst (with happy ending preferably)

Daddy kink

Little!(character) (I’m probably not amazing at it, but I do love little Peter especially)

This list will grow and perhaps shrink over time as well.

Marvel Ships

Tony x Peter (Starker)

Tony x Bucky (WinterIron)

Tony x Steve (Stony)

Tony x Stephen (IronStrange)

Tony x Bucky x Steve (Stuckony)

Tony x Bucky x Peter (WinterIronSpider)

Tony x Steve x Peter (IronSpiderShield)

Bucky x Steve (Stucky)

Bucky x Peter (WinterSpider)

Bucky x Steve x Peter

Thor x Loki (Thorki)

Harry Potter Ships

Remus x Sirius (Wolfstar)

James x Regulus

Draco x Harry (Drarry)

Severus x Harry (Snarry)

Tom x Harry (Tomarry)

Lucius x Harry

Harry x Severus x Tom

Harry x Lucius x Tom

Harry x Draco x Severus

Harry x Lucius x Severus

Lucius x Severus

Gravity Falls Ships

Bill x Dipper (BillDip)

Other

I write Dream SMP (specifically: favorites are Technoblade and Ranboo)

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bitterlemonwater · 3 years

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What if

Peter and the husbands do suspension bondage

well you certainly have my attention

#helloooo #thank you anon for sending my brain off on a kinky tangent #ironspidershield #collar full verse #lemon writes

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prettyboy-parker · 4 years

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superior iron man x captain hydra x kept boy peter

this is literally smut. that’s it.

warnings: daddy kink, little bit of degradation, exhibitionism, kind of d/s relationship???

“Da-addy!”

Peter has to bite the meat of his palm to keep from making any more noise. Daddy’s already angry, and he’s not in the mood to up his punishment today. Tony sighs heavily from above him, two fingers lazily dipping in and out of his slick hole. Peter keens when Tony’s thick fingers almost brush against his prostate. His other hand caresses the boy’s almond curls gently.

“So, boys, do we have a deal? I have to get the shipments out by 9 am sharp.” Tony drawls, addressing the men across from him. Peter paid them no mind when they entered the room since he was already bent over Tony’s lap.

Peter moans softly as Tony slips a third finger inside him. He tries to push back the best he can, dainty hands grasping at Tony’s armor-covered arm. The men seated at the other side of the room say something, but Peter’s arousal-muddled brain doesn’t process it. He just lets hot tears streams down his flushed cheeks, trying not to moan too loud. He looks up through his clumped lashes, trying to steal a glance at the dangerous men across from him. One of them catches his eyes and flushes.

“Fuckin’ slut,” Tony growls under his breath, curling his fingers in a way that has Peter letting out a choked cry. The tiny bell on his blue collar jingles softly. “On your knees, baby. Be a good cockwarmer while I finish with these nice men.”

Peter obediently slips off of Tony’s lap and settles on his knees under the mahogany desk. The silver symbiote armor slips up off of his lower half, letting Peter unbutton the slacks underneath and slip the older man’s half-hard cock out. Peter almost drools at the sight, at the flushed and leaking head, at the thick vein along the underside of it. More than anything he wants to give his daddy a sloppy blow job, but he knows his place. Instead, he fits as much of it as he can in his mouth, letting the thick weight of the cock rest on his tongue. Tony cards his fingers through his curls as silent praise while he finishes the meeting. Peter shudders as Tony’s cock gets harder as time passes, small bursts of salty precum coating his tongue.

His knees are sore by the time Tony tugs on the leash that’s attached to his collar.

“C’mon, pet,” Tony snaps, standing up and pulling Peter with him. The majority of the HYDRA agents are already filing out of the conference room, except Captain Rogers, who stands at the other side of the room. He looks almost as powerful as Tony, his broad chest covered with his black and red uniform, blood-red eyes blown with lust.

“Are you just gonna stand there Rogers, or are you gonna help out?” Tony snarls, lazily grinding his wet cock against Peter’s ass. Captain Rogers flushes as the boy whines. “He needs something to fill his slutty mouth.”

“Captain,” Peter moans breathlessly, manicured nails scratching at the varnished desk. His hand slips and he ends up knocking the cup of pens and pencils off onto the floor, landing with a clatter. Tony delivers a sharp smack to Peter’s ass, causing him to cry out. Captain Rogers practically rushes across the room and stands in front of the desk. He cups Peter’s cheek in his hand, dipping his thumb into Peter’s wet mouth. The boy whimpers, looking up through his wet lashes and pulling the best pleading look he can.

“Relax baby, daddy’s gonna fuck you now.” Tony grunts, the cool metal of his gauntlet resting on Peter’s flushed skin. He pathetically pulls at the belt that sits around Captain Roger’s waist, egging him on. He suddenly moans loudly as Tony sinks into him, heavy balls pressed flush against his ass. Captain Rogers undoes his belt, the sound of the metal making Peter shudder. His own neglected cock hangs between his legs, pitifully leaking onto the hardwood floor below. Tony starts a brutal pace, huffing and grunting as he fucks into Peter’s right body. In front of him, Captain Rogers pulls down his pants and boxers.

“Ungh- Captain, you’re so big,” Peter moans, trying to catch the tip of the blonde’s cock on his tongue. “Puh-Please sir, can I suck you off?”

Captain Rogers moans deeply and nods, guiding his thick cock to Peter’s spit covered lips. He’s longer and thicker than Tony, but he’d never tell him that. Peter moans a little ‘thank you’ as he sucks on the angry red head of Roger’s cock. He squeezes around Tony’s cock in his ass, tears streaming down his cheeks. The captain begins to fuck his throat and Peter tries his best not to gag. Daddy’s trained him enough that it doesn’t bother him that much. Tony yanks on his leash, causing him to sputter around the thick member in his mouth.

“Such a tight little ass,” The older man hisses, reaching around to grip Peter’s tiny cock in his hand. The younger sobs, shooting his release all over the papers on the desk. Tony moans loudly, fucking Peter even though he’s too sensitive now.

“Daddy’s close, baby, keep still,” He snarls, snapping his hips furiously as he chases his own release. Captain Rogers cries loudly, shooting hot ropes of cum down Peter’s throat. The boy swallows obediently, fucking himself back onto his daddy’s cock. Tony’s not far behind, groaning in Peter’s ear as he fills his tight hole up with cum.

“Holy shit,” Captain Rogers breathes, pulling his flaccid member out of Peter’s mouth with a pop.

“Thank you for your cum, sir,” Peter says how Tony’s taught him to. His voice is hoarse and his throat burns, but he’s thankful nonetheless. The blonde’s cock twitches slightly at his words. Tony pulls out of his ass, making Peter whimper at the loss of the thickness.

“And thank you for doing business with me, Cap,” The older man quips, shaking hands with the other.

Captain Rogers grins menacingly.

#starker #spidershield #ironspidershield #tw: daddy kink #d/s relationship #collaring #starker smut #pwp

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winterspiderpurrs · 5 months

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Writing prompt:

Okay now hear me out [listen with your eyes]

New prisoners Tony Stark. With his fame, he is gonna be a target no matter what while his lawyers work on ways to get him out early.

Steve Rogers prison warden. He knows how the jail works, but he tries to make this place as orderly as possible. Gives Tony a tip. Get protection and get it fast, ask for Winter, he will sort you.

Winter turns out to be life prisoner James call me Bucky, Barnes. And when he mentioned protection and that it was Steve who suggested it.

Tony was not expecting to be lead to the biggest cell in the unit and be introduced to one Peter Parker.

Peter, who was in here for government hacking,terrorism, and vandalism, sentence pending, but he had been there a few years now. Total sweetheart, and runs this unit if not the prison itself. He has Bucky and Steve wrapped around his fingers. Nothing gets in or out without him knowing.

Of course Peter won't let HIS Bucky protect Tony for free.

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luxe-starker · 4 years

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self projecting hours peter has a nightmare that his boyfriends begin hurting him and treating him badly and he wakes up sobbing and afraid of his two very concerned boyfriends but quickly after is burrowing into them for saftey.

#starker #winterspider #winterspidershield #ironspidershield #starkerstrange

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starkerkeyz · 4 years

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I tried my best and still failed this quarter of college 💔 Please be gentle 🥺 I'm not too happy with myself over this, but I'm working on it and talking it through.

I'd love it if you guys could send me some soft, nice recs. Starker, winteriron, stony or any combo where Tony gets loved on by Peter/ Bucky/ Steve 💕

#starker #winteriron #stony #stuckony #winterironspider #ironspidershield

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soft-starker-things · 5 years

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Omega!neko!Peter Parker X Mob Boss Tony Stark X Steve Rogers

Read on AO3 Here

It had been a complete coincidence that Steve and Tony found Peter Parker. The alpha couple had been walking home from dinner when Steve paused, hearing a barely there whimper.

Steve may be the ruthless bodyguard of the most feared mob boss, but deep down he was still the scrawny softy who Tony gave the super serum to, so when he heard someone in need, he helped them. It was part of the reason Tony loved him so damn much, and why he humored the blonde man.

Steve stepped into the alley the noise had come from, hearing shuffling and a rapidly beating heart next to a dumpster in the back. The man cautiously approached a dirty, shivering bundle of blankets.

“Are you alright?” Steve asked softly, crouching down next to the pile.

A little whimper sounded from the pile.

“You can come out,” Steve coaxed, expecting a starved adult, at worse a homeless child, but much to his surprise Steve was greeted with twitching kitten ears pressed flat against a head of matted, brown curls. Fearful, amber, doe-eyes blinked up at him, face partially hidden by blankets the kitten held protectively up to his face. What made Steve’s stomach clench even further was the sweet scent of pure omega wafting from the pitiful thing.

Steve couldn’t help but soften at the sight of those big eyes, that scent, and that cute cat tail wrapped tightly around the boy’s own waist. “Hey sweetheart, it’s alright,” Steve cooed, “Why don’t you let me help you?”

The boy sniffled, lowering the filthy blanket he was wrapped in. Steve gave the boy a large smile at the little sign of trust. Hybrids and omegas were naturally delicate creatures, made to be taken care of, and born with a naive trust that their owners’ were meant to protect. Being both made this boy even more delicate, but all the more precious. However, this boy had clearly been hurt before, but he was still willing to give Steve a chance and that made the alpha soldier’s heart warm, but it went ice cold when he caught sight of the chain collar wrapped cruelly around the boy’s neck.

It was far too tight, digging into the omega’s skin where it was already raw and bleeding, and was held together by a padlock that hung heavily at the boy’s collarbone.

“What did you find, hon,” Tony called as he strolled into the alley.

The little kitten flinched, body tensing once again.

“Hush Tony, you’re scaring the poor thing,” Steve sighed, giving the boy a reassuring smile, even thought his fists were clenched in anger. How could someone treat such a sweet creature so poorly? But, no matter how angry Steve felt, the boy would no doubt feel the anger was directed at him, and that would help no one.

Tony noticed his mate’s tenseness and hovered over Steve’s shoulder, humming in surprise when he realized Steve had stumbled upon a little omega hybrid.

“What’s his name?” Tony asked, tossing his cigarette butt into the alley.

“P-pet-ter,” The boy answered in the sweetest, smallest voice the alphas had ever heard.

_____

It took a little while to coax the kitten out of hiding, but once he was comfortable enough with Steve, he simply latched onto the blonde alpha, allowing him to hoist Peter onto his hip so that his legs could wrap around Steve’s waist. The omega was so small and malnourished, Steve barely felt like he was holding anything, but being able to smell and protect him made something in Steve settle. Something he didn’t really want to explore right now.

They walked back to the car Tony had called for, the boy watching Tony from over Steve’s shoulder curiously, wary still clear in his pretty eyes. Amused, and a little endeared by the kitten, Tony gave the boy a playful wink and wave, making the poor thing blush and bury his head in Steve’s neck, no doubt chasing the comforting scent of alpha.

When they finally got back to the mansion, Peter woke from his little doze the car ride had lulled him into and returned to full alertness as he noticed the guards lining the mansion gates and entrances. His little fists were clenched into Steve’s sweater and his ears flicked with every little noise.

Steve shushed him when he began making distressed little mewls as they neared the guards. “These men are only here to protect you, honey, I promise,” Steve whispered to the frantic boy.

“You hear that, boys,” Tony called, hand resting on his holster where his gun was, “if any harm comes to this cutie, you’ll be answering to me.” Peter watched Tony say this with wide eyes, mouth parted in surprise.

When they entered the house, the boy’s breath hitched, taking in all of the luxury and opulence. The mansion was huge, and the kitten could only blink owlishly as Steve carried him through the hallways to a massive bedroom and further into the en suite bathroom.

Peter shivered when Steve placed him on the counter, the ragged, oversized shirt he wore was hardly enough to protect him from the cold of the granite, even if it did fit him like a dress. Tony leaned against the doorframe, fondly watching Steve fuss over the kitten.

“I’m gonna run you a nice bath, alright honey?” Steve told the omega “And then we're gonna get some food into that little tummy.” Steve gently prodded the boy’s stomach as he said this, earning a tiny giggle.

“But first-” Steve paused, lips pursing into a grim line, “We’re going to have to get that nasty collar off, alright?”

Peter froze, unsure and hesitant to let the alpha mess with the painful thing around his neck. The blonde lifted a hand to rub soothing circles on the boy’s hip, and cooed gently at the omega, “I promise, we’ll be super careful, but if we leave it on, it will only hurt worse, baby.” The omega finally assented, little hands grabbing Steve’s large, calloused one for comfort.

At this, Tony stepped forward, holding a tiny saw up to them. It looked more like an electric toothbrush with a small circular blade on the end, but it was enough to make the boy start audibly panting in panic.

Tony shushed the boy, caressing Peter’s jaw, “I won’t hurt you,” Tony’s eyes darkened, “No one will ever hurt you again.” Despite the fact that Tony’s dark expression had scared away criminals far scarier than the tattered, omega kitten, something in his eyes must have reassured the boy because his grip loosened on steve’s hand and he gave a little nod to Tony.

It earned a soft smile from Tony and he slowly turned the saw on and cut off the padlock, letting the chain fall loose and clatter to the floor. The kitten sucked in a greedy, ragged breath and clutched Steve’s hand to his chest in relief.

Compared to that, the bath was relatively painless now that the boy seemed to have gained trust in both the alphas. He was still clearly wary and hurt, if the way he flinched any time Tony shifted in the doorway, or if Steve moved too fast, indicated. He had bruises all over his tiny body, making both men growl when they were revealed. The violent marks were a harsh contrast to his milky, baby soft skin and were just so wrong on such an innocent boy. A boy that giggled when Steve added bubbles to the bath and who shyly asked Steve for the strawberry smelling shampoo.

“Alright sweetheart, let’s go have some dinner,” Steve cooed as he held up a fluffy towel for Peter to step into.

The boy looked so adorably conflicted over leaving the warm bath for food that it made Steve and Tony chuckle.

“It’s okay, I promise you’ll get to take lots more bubble baths,” Steve assured the boy kindly, helping the delicate boy out of the bathtub and wrapping him in the towel.

He gently guided Peter into one of Tony’s MIT sweatshirts and a pair of his boxers, urging the boy to place his hands on his shoulders for balance. The clothes absolutely swamped the kitten and made the alphas want snuggle the adorable boy.

“Uh-” Tony awkwardly stepped up to them, holding out a pair of fuzzy socks, “His feet will get cold.”

Steve gave Tony a warm smile, a fondness welling up in his chest at seeing Tony’s nurturing side.

Once the boy was dressed, Steve hoisted him back onto the counter. The boy cocked his head questioningly.

“We just gotta take care of your neck, alright?” Steve cooed. The boy gave a shy nod.

Tony and Steve made quick work of taking care of the boy’s neck. Steve was there to reassure him, sitting on the counter with the boy and holding him against his side, while Tony applied antiseptic and carefully wrapped a pink bandage around the kitten’s throat. The bandage had been a gag gift from Clint, but now Tony was happy they had it when it made Peter lift a small hand to admire the bandage with a pleased smile.

Steve lifted Peter into his arms once again and they made their way to the kitchen where their chef had already prepared a delicious smelling soup. Peter perked up as soon as he caught a whiff of the stew, his little socked feet kicking excitedly.

Once Tony sat a bowl of soup down in front of the kitten, he ate with vigour, his tail swishing happily the whole time and occasionally brushing the arms of Tony and Steve who sat on either side of him. He could only finish a little bit before he was full, a good indication that he probably hadn’t had a full meal in awhile.

It made Steve’s heart ache knowing that this precious little boy had been leading such a terrible life, but just maybe the boy could have a life here with them, and seeing the fond looks Tony gave the boy Steve knew he was thinking the same thing. The was so soft and sweet, that maybe he could smooth some of their hard edges.

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