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iamfabiloz · 2 years

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I have a neat prompt idea if you still want/need prompts: how about a secret romantic meeting between Spiderleg and Hawkfrost at the Gathering Place?

Sorry I misread ur sentence as just them meeting up at a gathering and I wrote the whole thing before I realized SOBB here’s it anyways, they sneak to a more private part of the gathering Island KKWW I kinda fell in love with the ship a teeny bit after writing this hehe

The full moon glinted above the gaps in the looming trees, casting a silvery light upon the huge crowd of cats. Spiderleg squeezed past dozens of unfamiliar pelts as he struggled to keep up with his friend group. Squirrelflight, Thornclaw and Ashfur were bouncing up ahead, chattering like songbirds, their voices brimming with excitement. This new Gathering place was still very new to them all, as were all the lake territories. Spiderleg began to shout after the trio, but suddenly, a familiar fishy scent pierced his nose. His eyes darted around rapidly, before landing on a tabby pelt he knew all too well.

Hawkfrost! That slimy gizzard face!

The muscular brown tabby stood by a cluster of bushes, all by his lonesome, his tail tip tapping impatiently on the floor. His white belly fur was darkened by the shadows of the thick undergrowth, and the tom’s glossy, fish fed pelt looked sleek and shiny in the moonlight. Spiderleg couldn’t help but stare, his face flushing traitorously. Then, Hawkfrost’s eyes looked over in Spiderleg’s direction, locking gazes with the ThunderClan tom. Hawkfrost’s posture straightened considerably and he raised a paw, beginning to wave excitedly.

“Spiderleg! Spiderleg! Oh, Spiderweb!”

Spiderleg’s ear tips burned, and he hoped to StarClan no one had heard Hawkfrost use his sappy nickname.

“Come sit by me!” Hawkfrost‘s yowl boomed across the crowd and he tapped his tail on the ground beside him. Spiderleg quickly checked his surroundings before taking a paw step. His friends had gone to sit near the gaggle of WindClan cats and none of his other clanmates seemed to be paying him any mind.

Fine, Fine.

Spiderleg surveyed the area one last time, before padding over to the RiverClan warrior. Hawkfrost chortled in delight and he got to his paws. Spiderleg glanced wearily behind his back once more, and Hawkfrost seemed to notice this. Turning his head, the tabby tom took a few paw steps deeper into the bushes. He gave Spiderleg a look, and flicked his tail beckoningly for him to follow. Grateful to be somewhere more private, Spiderleg quickened his pace to catch up with the tabby’s retreating form. The pair settled under the shade of a thick branch, leaves drifting in the wind overhead. Hawkfrost patted down a small patch of grass and plopped down. Spiderleg hmmphed and settled gracefully down next to his partner. The brown tom loomed over Spiderleg’s head, making him feel short despite his lanky limbs. Hawkfrost turned to grin broadly at him.

“Hey, Spiderleg. What brings you to this totally normal corner of the Gathering?” Hawkfrost’s silky-smooth voice purred, his ice blue eyes flicking across Spiderleg’s lithe frame. Spiderleg squirmed beneath his pelt and shot a frown at the RiverClan warrior.

“Don’t act so coy, Hawkfrost.” Spiderleg grunted. “You asked me here, and you know the chewing out I’ll get if Squirrelflight sees me talking to you. My other clanmates will be suspicious as well.” Hawkfrost laughed softly, his dark whiskers twitching.

“Relax, it’s a Gathering. Squirrelflight may not like me, but you can talk to whomever you please. No one will fault you if your talking to a tom from another clan right now.”

He leaned in closer, his gaze suddenly fixed on Spiderleg’s face. Spiderleg gulped, his pelt beginning to burn.

“I can be very charming when I want to be. I’m sure no one will have an issue with us, just talking.” His eyes shone knowingly.

Spiderleg growled grumpily, feeling too hot beneath his fur. Hawkfrost always knew how to get him riled up. Why did I ever even start hanging out with him? No wonder Squirrelflight hates him!

Spiderleg huffed in mock annoyance inside his mind. I guess I do have bad taste in cats, just like Shrewpaw always said.

“Stop that, fish-brain.” Spiderleg snapped, his face warm. “It’s weird, and besides, We’re literally in a secluded sector of the island. I’m sure it’ll look totally innocent if someone finds us hidden away from everyone else.”

Hawkfrost blinked and tipped his head.

“You could leave you know, if you really wanted to.”

Spiderleg stiffened.

“What do you mean?” The black and brown tom grunted, trying to infuse as much sternness as he could into his tone.

“You didn’t have to meet me here. You could have to declined my offer. You could have stayed with your little friends and been completely non-suspicious.”

Spiderleg felt his belly twist.

“But you came anyways. And I appreciate that.” Hawkfrost got to his paws again and pressed against Spiderleg’s side, his brown tabby fur brushing the ThunderClan warrior. Spiderleg muffled a squeak of surprise. He shifted his face around until it was back to a hardened glare.

“Oh really? Like I had any choice. It was either talk to you or those WindClan schmoes.” Spiderleg sniffed, twitching his thin tail. “I wish I’d picked the latter, their probably far less obnoxious.”

Hawkfrost barked a laugh, his tabby frame shaking with amusement. Spiderleg’s insides softened and he smiled for a heartbeat, before returning to a perturbed look.

Hawkfrost finished chuckling and wiped at his muzzle with a paw.

“What a devious otter-heart you are, insulting the RiverClan leader’s former apprentice!”

Spiderleg snorted.

“Is that what you think’ll save you? Being in Leopardstar’s good graces?”

Hawkfrost nodded cheekily.

“I was deputy once before, remember? She trusts me, she’d never think I’d-“

“-be mates with someone from a different clan.” Spiderleg finished his sentence with a sigh. “You really think that’s gonna help? We’re going against the warrior code you know. My parents always told me to never get involved in forbidden romances.”

Hawkfrost squinted at him.

“If you really valued the code and your parents’ opinions above me, you wouldn’t be here now, would you?”

Spiderleg clamped his jaws shut, not having a good response to that.

“I- whatever.” Spiderleg grumbled, fidgeting his paws. A deep purr rumbled in the RiverClan tom’s throat.

“I care about you too, you know. I love you, Spiderweb. More than any code or judgement from my peers.”

The good ThunderClan warrior in Spiderleg wanted to make a angry remark and defend the rules he had lived by his whole life. But the sappier side of Spiderleg was in control now and he couldn’t stop a low purr from rattling in his chest. Spiderleg looked away quickly, embarrassed. The fox-heart thinks he can win me over with sweet words and a declaration of love?

Hawkfrost chortled, pressing his muzzle to Spiderleg’s forehead gently.

Alright it’s working.

“Fine, fine, FINE.” Spiderleg grunted, and screwed up his muzzle.

“I love you too, Hawkfrost. Only a little bit though.”

Hawkfrost beamed happily and licked at Spiderleg’s ears.

“A little bit is enough for me.”

Spiderleg rolled his eyes, feeling his belly beginning to untwist.

“It’s all you’re getting.” He meowed stiffly, bumping his head against the tom’s chin.

Hawkfrost’s tail thumped against the floor cheerfully and Spiderleg batted at it with a paw.

Then, the sound of hushed silence fell over the crowd behind the tangled brush. The leaders were starting to speak.

Spiderleg pricked his ears, leaning forward to be able to hear the important announcements being made. He felt Hawkfrost’s tail find his and he subconsciously twined them together. Hawkfrost’s pelt brushed against his own and Spiderleg let himself grin silently, his face turned away from where the tabby was looking.

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clanslist · 2 years

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Could you do Honeyfern x Minnowtail or Spiderleg x Hawkfrost hypokits, please?

SpiderHawk is totally new to me!

Ratstalk: Dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes and a light brown belly. Lives in ThunderClan.

Shalewhisker: Long-legged black tabby she-cat with a white belly and dark blue eyes. Lives in RiverClan.

#Not an ad #Hypokits #Spiderleg x Hawkfrost #SpiderHawk #Hawkfrost x Spiderleg #HawkSpider #sweetbirdydreams #Asks

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winter-spiders · 1 year

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Kinktober day 28

Drunk Sex - SpiderHawk (Clint x Peter) 579 words

Peter knew going out to bar hop on his 21st birthday would be fun, MJ was dancing with a random girl in the middle of the room, and Ned was chatting up a couple, they seemed to be okay with that. Peter was sitting at the bar, nursing a beer, waiting for anyone to come up to him, but since no one was, he continued drinking, a few beers, about 6 shots later, and he was wasted.

Then he noticed an older dude staring at him from across the bar, a flirty smirk present on his face. Peter immediately asked for water to try and sober up before he went over to talk to him. “Im Peter, aand you are?” Peter slurred, still feeling the effects of the alcohol. “Clint, you, uh, looking for somethin quick?” Clint slurred as well, tipsy and feeling like Peter would be down.

“Oh, um, Yeah, your place or mine? I'm in a dorm with others so,,,my place isn't a good idea..” Peter drunkenly rambled, Clint's lips cocked up into a smirk. “How about the Bathroom? A few of my friends are at mine right now” Clint was kinda mad about how Kate and Yelena were taking away his chance of taking apart this twink in the comfort of his own apartment.

Peter's face turned red as he reached for the older man's hand and lead him to the bathroom. Once inside, Clint pressed Peter into the door, bringing their lips together, tongues already in each other's mouths. Clint’s hands wandered down to pick up the younger by his ass, Peter's arms around his neck so he doesn't fall, Clint walked toward the stalls and picked the biggest one, before sitting down with Peter in his lap.

Peter got up quickly, before getting down on his knees to pull the older man's pants down. Then he spit into his hand before taking his cock into his hand, stroking slowly, making the older throw his head back, bumping it into the wall behind them. Peter took the cock into his mouth, making it as slippery as possible.

Peter was silently glad he (kinda) prepped before going out tonight. He rose from his knees and pulled his own pants down, before sitting in the olders lap again, hand behind him to aim the cock into his ass. Clint’s hands grabbed the youngers hips so he doesn't fall, before slightly lifting him and leaning back a bit to thrust up into the twink.

Peters arm wrapped around Clints neck again, trying to bounce while getting pounded, until Clint grabbed his ass again and stood up to press him against the wall, Peter's hand goes to the top of the stall wall, making sure he doesn’t fall and spreading his legs more so Clint can really pound into him.

Peter was holding on for dear life, he was so distracted by the cock thrusting into him and the lips sucking marks into his nack that his orgasm crept up and burst out of him, making his hole squeeze Clint perfectly that he finished into his hole.

Once they both calmed down and cleaned up, Clint handed him a card with a number and an address for some apartments close by “Call me, cutie” Clink said with a wink, before leaving. Which made Peter blush and smile.

As soon as he left the bathroom, Ned and MJ were sitting at the bar, staring at him with a smirk.

#spiderhawk #hawkspider #Clint x peter #peter parker #kinktober #winter-spiders

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ao3feed-ship-clintcoulson · 1 year

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #clintcoulson #phlint #bowtie

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cypressbranch · 2 years

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Maybe Hawkfrost Spiderleg hypokits?

OH IVE NEVER THOUGHT OF THOSE TWO...INTERESTING!

Bearclaws and Fangdawn! Bearclaws is a suprisingly large fluffy brown tabby tom with patches of white fur along his chest, back and stomach, similar to Hawkfrost but not quite! Fangdawn is a fierce skinny sunbleached she-cat, who her fathers are very proud of as they think shes a very successful lil lady!

I imagine that they'd live in Thunderclan with Spiderleg, just another result of his meanderings around, the clan probably thinks!

#whats the ship name?#hawkspider #??? is that it??? bombass ship name if it is!#spiderleg: lets name our kits BEARkit and FANGkit so theyll KICK ASS.#warrior cats #wc #warriors #hypokits

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styob4 · 2 years

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Clint: one day, we accidentally had sex

All: ???

Clint: while we were fighting pillows, my hearing aid fell out and I was like, "I can't hear you," Peter thought it was a role-playing game and...

#idea for fanfic #marvel #avengers #what if #peter parker #spider man #imagine your otp #clint barton #hawkspider #hawkeye

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fairypaw · 1 year

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Silkhawk!! silly dude that may or may not be a slightly altered hawkspider baby

#warrior cats #my art #warrior cats art #warrior cats oc #i do not know what to do with em but hes such a funky little dude #a freakazoid even #hawkspider #oc; silkhawk

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lurafita · 5 years

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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.

...

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.

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