#starker d/s

[starker-sorbet]

Dom Tony drawing up a basic contract with Peter in order to help his mentee as he settles into his new designation as a sub

D/S universe for @starkerfestivals Kinktober

[pretty-bratty]

+ Bonus:

The scene from the upcoming chapter 9 of TIFB. About to post soon.

@definitelynottony @starkerkitty

[thegreenmetblue]

UM HI YEAH

i love this 🙈🙈 give mere

Sub Peter thoughts

His Dom getting him ready for an event? Maybe he misbehaved earlier in the day or week so this is going to be a test of how well he can behave for his Dom while in public? His Dom could put him in a cock cage to be sure Peter remembers who he belongs to, and who’s reputation he will ruin if he misbehaves…

[curiouspupsicle]

WIP Tag Game - part 2

Thanks for the tag @di-42. I'm slogging through on my WIP and this encourages me to keep going. It's a lot of work--a human AU in which Aziraphale and Crowley are international racing sailors. But it's a blast to write (and hopefully, someday) to read. Let's go--

You are given a word - share one sentence/excerpt from your WIP(s) that starts with each letter of that word. The word I was given is MEAD. M - "Mate, have you ever been to Portsmouth? You’d give it a miss for the Azores too." E - "English sailors traditionally didn’t swim. They knew if they went overboard from a square rigger they’d never get back onboard." A - "Anyone watching Crowley sauntering toward the coffee shop would not have tagged him as a sailor, much less one of the best in the world. Rather than wearing foulies, the standard garb for local sailors and cruisers, he wore only a leather waistcoat under a waxed denim jacket nipped in at the waist. His form-fitted trousers left nothing to the imagination. Those snakeskin boots would surely leave black marks on a boat’s gel coat. And how long would that carefully styled quiff last in the salt air and ocean breeze? It would take a miracle (or hundreds of dollars of fancy products) to keep it in place for more than 5 minutes." D - "Did you take the plunge starkers?"

"I couldn't really say. The last time I was there, I was quite inebriated. But I can say that several boaters on the cruiser's net gave quite detailed descriptions of my tattoos." (note from writer - Yes, Aziraphale has tattoos in my WIP) No pressure tags to @hakunahistata, @thinkinginscripts, @on1occasionfork, and @shadesofecclescakes Your word is TEAR. I was tagged earlier by @possibility-left - You can see my earlier effort here.

[babybatscreationsv2]

Daddy, Look!

Marvel | Starker

Tony was just trying to give Peter something to keep him busy on the long train ride, but brats can't stand to be ignored.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings and tags below

For Aech <3

Warnings/tags: public sex, D/s, daddy kink, remote control vibrator, brat!Peter, femboy!Peter

The train rattled along the tracks. Open countryside rolled by bringing a peaceful sort of energy to the passengers on board. Except for Peter who couldn't quite sit still. He clasped his hands in his lap and squeezed his thighs together. He was grateful that the sound of the train covered the buzzing sound coming from his lap. Their car was open to the twenty or so other passengers who sat and relaxed or wandered around stretching their legs. A man sat across from them reading a newspaper. Across the aisle was a group of three women who chatted excitedly. No one was paying him any attention, but it sure felt like everyone was watching.

Tony's hand dropped onto his thigh. He coaxed Peter's legs apart, not much, but enough of a suggestion. His fingers teased his skin for a moment before settling in place. The man seemed otherwise enraptured with the crime novel he was reading.

Peter took a deep breath. The vibration was constant and that meant he was slowly getting used to it. He could tolerate it now. He watched out the window and couldn't help bouncing up out of his seat as a herd of black and white cows came into view.

"Tony, look! Cows!"

"Cute," Tony said. His fingers trailed up the back of his thigh and palmed his ass. The toy inside him changed settings to something pulsing and hard to ignore. Peter leaned back into Tony's hand, moaning quietly before he remembered where they were. He gasped and jumped back into his seat where he glared at the man. Tony only chuckled.

"Excellent view don't you think?"

Peter swatted his arm. "I hate you."

Tony gripped his chin, eyes narrowed. The vibration increased until Peter's eyes rolled back and his mouth hung open. "You what?"

"Please daddy," Peter gasped. "Daddy please please please-" he panted. He couldn't stop. Stuck begging and squirming, completely helpless.

The toy slowed, then stopped. "Oh, but you hate me." Tony faked a pout. He turned away to look out the window. Peter climbed into his lap and kissed his cheek.

"I'm sorry, daddy. I didn't mean it."

Tony looked at him, seeming to debate if he would forgive him or not. He gave him a quick kiss. "It's alright, baby."

Peter settled back in the seat, but the toy remained off. Only now he wanted it on. He waited patiently as the train kept rolling, but his patience didn't last forever.

"Daddy?" he whined.

"Hm?" Tony barely acknowledged.

Peter glared. He wasn't going to tolerate that at all. He picked himself up and sat on Tony's lap, squirming in an effort to make himself comfortable until Tony had to grab his hips and stop him.

"What are you reading?" Peter asked innocently.

"You wouldn't like it," Tony answered.

"Tell me about it. I'm bored."

"You should have brought something to do."

"I should do you," Peter said simply without bothering to lower his voice.

Tony was phased. "Then you should behave better."

"I was only showing you cows." Peter crossed his arms over his chest. "I'll keep 'em to myself next time."

"Don't be a brat."

Peter stood and turned to sit on the opposite bench. He didn't even look at Tony as he slid next to the other man.

"Reading something interesting?" he asked with a smile.

The man smiled back, looking up from his paper as if from a dream. Or maybe as if he were falling into one. Peter let him tell him all about a mayoral election in his town while he slowly spread his legs apart and let his skirt ride up. He wasn't even sure Tony had noticed when the man decided to join their conversation.

"That's very interesting," he said and when Peter looked at his face the toy clicked back on. He was too distracted to catch the rest. But the stranger started talking so Peter went back to nodding politely at him, hiding his disappointment when the toy stopped.

"I've heard about him. He has some big opinions on food taxes," Tony commented. Peter looked at him again, brain melting as his eyes met his face and he realized the game they were playing. The conversation faded away as he looked at Tony and the toy buzzed higher and higher as if rewarding him for forgetting anyone else existed. He didn't have any control over it when he came. Only the tiniest squeak escaped him. They both looked at him, one concerned and the other smug. The toy died down and then stopped.

"Are you alright, young man?"

"Yes, sir," Peter choked out. "Excuse me." He went back to his seat, pressing into Tony's side like a frightened puppy.

Tony carried on until the conversation died naturally. The other man went back to his newspaper.

"You get what you wanted?"

Peter considered the trouble he'd get in if he told Tony he hated him twice in one day. "Yes," he admitted instead.

Tony only chuckled and gave him a kiss.

[tsv-einheit1912]

TSV Reichartshausen – Fußball

Ansprechpartner: Abteilungsleiter Thorsten Koder

Tel.: 0163/4194407

Email: thorsten-koder@t-online.de

Herren

TSV Dühren 1 – TSV 1 / 3 : 0

Unsere stark ersatzgeschwächte Mannschaft zeigte eine ganz andere Einstellung als im Kerwespiel. Sie verlangte dem Favoriten alles ab. Die 1. Chance hatten sogar wir, als unser Stürmer alleine auf den gegnerischen Torwart zulief, aber leider den Ball nicht im Tor versenken konnte. Durch einen abgefälschten Schuss ging die Heimmannschaft in Führung (13.). Danach machte Dühren mächtig Druck und hatte auch gute Chancen, doch unser starker Torwart Robin Doll ließ nichts zu. Im Gegenzug hatten wir immer wieder gute Konterchancen, die teilweise nicht gut zu Ende gespielt wurden. Durch einen sehr fragwürdigen Handelfmeter (dem Handspiel ging ein klares Foul an unserem Spieler voraus) gelang Dühren dann das vorentscheidende 2:0 (72.). Mit dem Schlusspfiff fiel dann wie leider so oft per Kopf nach einem Eckball das 3:0. Mit der Leistung hätte man Sicherheit bei einigen Spielen viel besser ausgesehen.

SG Untergimpern 1 – TSV 1 / 4 : 2

Auch das nächste wichtige Abstiegsduell wurde verloren. Die Heimmannschaft begann druckvoll. Mit zunehmender Spieldauer kamen wir jedoch besser ins Spiel und hatten auch einige sehr gute Chancen. Umso bitterer war es, dass wir (wie so oft) direkt mit dem Halbzeitpfiff in Rückstand gerieten. Und auch wie so oft fingen wir uns das 2. Tor direkt nach der Halbzeit. Aber unser Team gab nicht auf. In der 55. Minute war es Chris Kleindienst, der uns wieder heranbrachten. Und nur 5. Minuten später gelang Soner Gülay nach Pass von Aaron Schilling der verdiente Ausgleich. Leider wurde unsere Mannschaft danach wieder zu passiv und Untergimpern kam stärker auf. Nachdem sie einige beste Chancen versiebt hatten, kassierten wir in der 80.Minute sehr unglücklich durch eine Eigentor das 3:2. In der 88. Minute fiel dann nach einem Konter die endgültige Entscheidung. So langsam sollten wir wieder punkten.

VfB Epfenbach 2 – TSV 2 / 5 : 0

Gegen den Tabellenführer war nichts drin. Von Anfang an setzten sie uns gewaltig unter Druck. Nur unserem sehr guten Torwart Felix Fuhrmann war es zu verdanken, dass es zur Halbzeit nur 3:0 stand bzw. der Endstand nur 5:0 betrug. Nachdem leider 2 Spieler zur 1.Mannschaft abgegeben werden mussten und sich mehrere Spieler verletzten, mussten wir die letzten 30 Minuten in Unterzahl spielen. Erst zum Schluss hatten wir dann trotz Unterzahl einige gute Chancen.

Vorschau

Donnerstag, 07.11.24

19:30 Uhr FVS Sulzfeld 1 – TSV 1

Sonntag, 10.11.24

12:30 Uhr TSV 2 – VfB Bad Rappenau 2

14:30 Uhr TSV 1 – TSV Angelbachtal 1

Jugend und Damen

Ergebnisse

A-Junioren (Kreisliga Heidelberg)

TSV – JSG Leimen / 3 : 3

B-Junioren (Kreisliga Sinsheim, 2 Mannschaften)

JSG Hoffenheim 3/Zuzenhausen – TSV 1 / 1 : 3 (Pokal)

JSG Elsenz – TSV 1 / 1 : 3

SV Rohrbach/S – TSV 2 / 6 : 0 (Pokal)

C-Junioren (Kreisliga + Kreisstaffel Sinsheim)

TSV 2 – JSG Hoffenheim 4/Zuzenhausen / 1 : 9 (Pokal)

TSV 1 – JSG Elsenz / 3 : 2

D-Junioren (2 Mannschaften)

TSV Neckarbischofsheim – TSV 2 / 7 : 0 (Pokal)

TSV 1 – JSG Ittlingen 1 / 5 : 2 (Pokal)

SG Waibstadt 2 – TSV 2 / 0 : 10

SG Waibstadt 1 – TSV 1 / 2 : 3

Vorschau

B-Junioren (Kreisliga Sinsheim, 2 Mannschaften)

Samstag, 09.11.24,

14:15 Uhr TSV 2 – FV Elsenz

16:00 Uhr TSV 1 – JSG Sulzfeld

Mittwoch, 13.11.24, 19:00 Uhr

JSG Gemmingen – TSV 2

C-Junioren (Kreisliga + Kreisstaffel Sinsheim)

Donnerstag, 07.11.24, 18:30 Uhr

TSV 2 – SG Kirchardt 2

Samstag, 09.11.24

11:45 Uhr SG Kirchardt 1 – TSV 1

14:45 Uhr JSG Obergimpern – TSV 2

D-Junioren (2 Mannschaften)

Samstag, 09.11.24

11:00 Uhr TSV 2 – JSG Hilsbach 2

12:30 Uhr TSV 1 – SV Sinsheim 1

D-Juniorinnen (Landesliga)

Samstag, 09.11.24, 11:30 Uhr

TSV – FC Hettingen (in Helmstadt)

Damen (Landesliga)

Samstag, 09.11.24, 14:00 Uhr

SpG Dittwar/Tauberbischofsheim – TSV

[lorenzlund]

Fleisch(ige)-Cockwurst und (Lungen)Flügel-Wurst von Gay people.

Ge-.

As(s)-Alarmi italienischer. Junge Knackwürste, hier von Wienern.

The Ar***-Patscher ungarische. 'Cevapicci-Spiess'

Gewalt. ge- plus Ar*** alt. Gewalten-teil(e)-ding(er).

*Eine Lidl-Filiale (bei Heidelberg) vor 2 Tagen warb mit diesen Angaben für seine Wurst- und Fleischprodukte.

Es kam zu ur-plötzlichem langanhaltendem Starkregen danach. So wollte eine Kundin mit u.a. ein paar Wienern im oder unter dem Arm gemeinsam mit ihnen das Geschäft auch wieder verlassen. Niemand gelangte wegen dieses Regens auffallend wieder sehr starkem anschließend für rund eine halbe Stunde überhaupt nach Hause so per Auto oder Fahrrad!

Fleischeslust (*können Männer wie Frauen haben oder entwickeln). 'Der Männerspiess'.

Döner-Fleischspiesse. Wie von Türken und Arabern.

Zwei Tage später wählte ich mir als Schlafplatz eine verlassene Krankenstation aus als weiter wohnungslosem Schriftsteller in Ludwigshafen. Sie stand unverkennbar unter starker Strahlung, sogar die Eisenbetten taten es! Mein Körper erkrankte in Windeseile! *Als allererstes bemerkt man es an starker körperlicher Übermüdung ruckzuck einsetzender immer und wachsend schmerzenden Gelenken!) Nur wenige Meter weiter in einem noch weiterem Hochhaus-Gebäude, so hatte ich es zuvor schon wahrgenommen, befand sich die sogar auch Kinderklinik! Noch ein Haus weiter wurden offensichtlich Krebs-Patienten behandelt! (Radiologie)

mad y sin. sogen. har(d)z-Beruf. Clean (s)ick, die. 'nur noch herumkrebsen können'. 'sportlich beweglich (sein), fit'.

[sinditia]

as a researcher at Stark Industries, i bet Peter can just barge into Tony's office, climb onto his lap and be like "daddyyy i need funding for my research project" and Tony would just be like "sure, send your proposal over to Pepper, baby, I'll sign off on it" and that'll be that

[starkerobsession]

I’ve had these two ✨lovely✨ AO3 comments in the past two days:

I’m so grateful 🙃

[stunnedstarker]

FUCK YES

Dom Tony taking responsibility as Peter's mentor to help train the younger hero when he presents as a sub

@starkerfestivals 2023 summer bingo fill: O4 - Sub in training

card below

[pretty-bratty]

Peter's and Tony's aesthetic from This Is Family Business and a Mafia card for @starkerfestivals Extended AUpril (the card below)

[longlivestarker]

So good for me, baby doll

Dom/Sub universe with collars. This is basically hurt Peter who’s in a need for aftercare and protective Tony who’s ready to provide. And also petnames, because my hand slipped.

Peter shouldn’t be in the lab. But he was. Tony only managed to step aside and blink twice, as Peter brushed past him and apologized for coming in unannounced.

There was something wrong. And that something Tony couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Apparently, it took Tony a minute to recover from the sudden intrusion, because Peter was already working at his work table as if he’s been there the whole day.

Upon a bigger inspection, Peter wasn’t really doing anything else than screwing and unscrewing the same screw all over again. Usually, Peter’s mouth would go on and on about school, projects, or his dom.

“Pete? Are you alright?”

“Peter?”

Peter’s head snapped and he looked startled. His eyes were shining with tears. And suddenly a wave of anger washed over Tony.

“Mr. Stark, sorry, what were you saying?” Peter asked, blinking abruptly. He looked around, probably hoping to find something that would tell him what he was asked to do.

Tony never felt such a strong urge to fix whatever was wrong. His chest squeezed.

“Are you okay? Did something happen?”

Peter breathed out. He crossed his arms and looked away. It looked like he won’t answer the question.

“My dom and I, we broke up. I know, it’s stupid. But it was my first relationship and we were doing so good,” he paused and locked his eyes with Tony’s. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to bother you with my teenage drama.”

“If it’s bothering you, it’s important to me,” Tony answered. It was like a trigger for Peter to start ranting.

“We got together 6 months ago, right. Everything was great. He was always making sure I was comfortable with everything we did. Which was something so rare? I’ve heard all the stories. I know that doms are not always like this. So I thought I hit the jackpot with him, but then he started pushing me into having sex with him. Which I didn’t want, because I didn’t feel ready yet, you know,” he breathed out heavily, scratching his neck.

Peter was missing his collar. The realization hit Tony full force. He could see Peter’s throat all exposed and pale. No collar meant the dom took it with him, essentially breaking the bond.

“Anyway. We slept together today. Long story short he said I am the worst sub he’s ever had and broke up with me right after.”

Tony’s blood was boiling. He’s going to find that fucker and make his life a living hell and after that, he’s gonna make his death a hell too.

“He left right after?” Tony asked dumbly as if Peter didn’t just say that.

Peter nodded, he brushed away a tear that escaped from his eye.

Tony quickly calculated all the options in his head. Subs needed aftercare. They needed to be treasured and held close. And they needed to feel their collar. Especially after their first time.

Peter sought him out because he was in distress. He came to the first place where he knew he’s gonna feel comfortable. And Tony wanted to make sure that Peter will always feel like that with him.

Tony sighed, he grabbed Peter’s hand and walked over to a sofa not far from the place they were just standing at.

“Is it okay, if I try something?” Tony asked, he waited for a nod, and then he sat down, pulling Peter into his lap.

The boy stiffened.

“It’s okay. You did so well today,” Tony whispered. It didn’t take more than two seconds for Peter put his head right under Tony’s chin. His hands were enveloping Tony’s body, holding him tight in no time. Peter’s hair smelled like candy.

“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.” Tony kissed Peter on top of his head, cradling him, brushing his hair, petting his arms.

“Y-yeah?” Peter’s voice hitched.

“Of course, baby. You’re always so good for me,” Tony answered. He put his palm on Peter’s neck and gently squeezed it. Grounding Peter and his emotions. Hoping that it’s going to lessen the pain.

Tony had a collar somewhere in his bedroom, hidden away from everyone. He’s never used it. He’s never had a sub.  But now there was a burning desire to pull it out and wrap it around Peter’s neck.

The heat from their bodies was calming. Having Peter in his arms felt right. And for a minute Tony imagined what it would be like if Peter was his.

“Thank you, Mr. Stark.”

Tony placed a kiss in Peter’s hair again.

“You’re welcome, angel. You need to relax now. I’m not going anywhere,” he continued. “That’s it. So good for me, baby doll. I got you.”

He looked down at Peter. His eyes were no longer glassy and his lips were curved into a slight smile.

Tony squeezed his hand a little harder. Putting more pressure on Peter’s neck, enjoying the regular heartbeat on his fingertips.

This is where he was supposed to be. This is the feeling he’s been waiting for his whole life. It all felt so natural. It felt so right.

Now, the thing that was left to do was to find out if Peter felt the same way. And if yes, well Tony had a collar in his drawer ready to be used.

[carelessannie]

maybe it goes like this: tony courts peter (part 9)

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Epilogue

Read on A03

Read the Stuckony backstory

Read the Dating OneShots

Word count: 6.8K

PeterxBuckyxOFC, WinterSpider, Winterhawk, Stucky, Winteriron

Bucky's POV -> no one is ready for Peter’s heat to start, much less Bucky, and now he’s gotta struggle through his own emotions. Damn these hormones.

Major warnings: D/S Au, A/B/O Au, explicit d/s abo smut, sex toys, anal/vaginal/oral sex, Steve likes cleaning up Bucky with his tongue, kinda gross cum sharing *shrug*, Tony tries to take Bucky in public at one point

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Maybe it goes like this:

“Steve! Fuck, Alpha! Help!”

Bucky tears through the house carrying Peter in his arms, screaming for his Alpha. He found Peter collapsed in the hall moments ago, and his instincts are chanting Alpha, Alpha, Alpha will know what to do.

“Buck, what the—” Steve sprints into view, but comes to a stop abruptly, as if running into a wall. He takes a slow step backwards, straightening his posture and covering his nose with one hand— feeling around the wall with the other, “Buck. Bucky. Code Papa-Niner.”

Papa-Niner? Nesting protocol?

The look in Steve’s eyes says he’s definitely not joking, and Bucky doesn’t hesitate, immediately setting a course for the downstairs nest.

Once he reaches the nesting hallway, it’s quick work to prepare the room for lockdown— pulling down the steel temporary barriers that Tony installed recently, locking the front doors to the den and pressing the emergency button. With the temporary security measures in place, Bucky goes through their previously agreed upon nesting procedures: he gathers scent-marked linens, food, liquids, knotting toys, restraints, and Omegas— of which they are one short. After he checks on their resources and lays out the other materials, it’s time to wait.

“Hey, Bucky? You in there?”

It’s Clint, and Bucky heaves a sigh of relief. He lays Peter back down in the sheets, swaddling him gently, before crawling out to meet Clint beyond the barriers.

It’s Clint, and Bucky heaves a sigh of relief. He lays Peter back down in the sheets, swaddling him gently, before crawling out to meet Clint beyond the barriers.

“Where’s Annie?” Bucky demands, positioning his body to make sure the Beta can’t see into the room.

Clint stumbles back, covering his nose, “O— on her way, Bucky. Fuck, is that Peter? What is that smell—”

A growl rips through his chest and Bucky slams Clint against the wall, using the full weight of his  five-foot-seven-hundred-fifty-pound body to pin the taller Beta with a snarl, “Get the fuck outta here, Barton.” He throws Clint down the hall, “And don’t even think of letting Tony or Steve down here. On your life, Barton, swear to me.”

“I swear, Omega, I swear. Holy shit.”

Bucky doesn’t stay long enough to hear the rest, content to retreat into his nest with the promise from his Beta. All he has to do now is wait for Annie.

Peter has barely stirred. Bucky watches as he squirms around, pained whimpers falling from his lips. When he pulls Peter back into his arms, Bucky notices that his clothes are soaked with sweat.

“Hush, darlin’ it’s okay. Gonna take such good care of you,” he whispers into Peter’s hair, holding him tight and pressing the Omega’s nose into his neck.

Five minutes later, there’s a light knock on the barrier. Bucky can’t help the growl he lets out before he hears Annie announce herself.

“It’s me, Bucky. Clint told me you were in here already— how bad is it?” she asks, approaching the nest slowly, and only entering when Bucky invites her in.

He leaves Peter with her, moving around the room to work on the final shut down procedures.

“He’s unconscious. I’m not sure why, and he seems uncomfortable.”

“Okay, uh. Take care of the room, I’ll try to get him up.”

He unlocks the den, checking the surrounding area for possible threats. The barrier gets closed next— completely blocking the hallway from the nesting room and sealing them inside. He checks each of the windows and the adjoining suite bathroom, content with the locks, and makes his way back to his packmates.

When he climbs back into the nest, Peter immediately reaches out for him with a trill. Both him and Annie are undressed, pressed skin to skin, and Bucky realizes it’s his first time seeing them like this, naked and vulnerable.

His breathing picks up, and he sits up straighter on his knees, pulling off his shirt and shimmying out of his pants. Seated in just his briefs, Bucky crawls closer and takes Peter’s waiting hand. He lets the small Omega pull him closer, but hesitates before falling into a kiss. He looks over at Annie, expectantly—

“‘m okay, Jamie. ‘t just took me by su’prise is’all,” Peter slurs, giving him a dopey smile.

“Okay, Pete. What do you need? You should probably drink some water—”

Peter lets out a shrill whine, triggering something primal in Bucky’s hindbrain, and he’s moving Peter to lay face down before he can stop himself. He helps the Omega— supporting his chest with a pillow and pulling his hips up until he’s presenting— and groans at the sight in front of him.

Annie isn’t any less affected, and she silently takes Bucky’s hand, guiding him to touch the silky skin on display in front of them. Peter arches his back further and makes a series of grunting noises followed by one cry of empty.

“Shit,” Bucky curses, feeling his own hole clench in sympathy, “grab one of the toys, please?” and Annie is quick to hand him one of the smaller dildos with an inflatable knot as he admires the trail of slick glistening on Peter’s taint.

“Perfect,” he praises, and slides a finger into Peter’s body without a warning. Annie kneels behind Bucky, kissing lightly at his neck and playing with his boxers as he works Peter open with his fingers.

After Annie undresses Bucky, she moves Peter and settles underneath him, humming encouragements into sweet kisses and reaches up, behind him, to pull his cheeks apart. And god do they make a pretty picture. Needy, desperate Omega in heat on top of the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, grinding together and exchanging wet kisses.

Bucky focuses back on his task, checking the slick from Peter’s hole, and using a large amount of it to coat the toy in his hand. He rests the blunt end against Peter’s rim, pressing lightly, and both of them groan when the cock is basically swallowed up to the hilt.

“Fuck. So greedy, Peter. So good. How’s it feel, pretty Omega?”

He doesn’t get a verbal response, just a loud keening noise, and takes that as permission— thankful that they negotiated this beforehand. The dildo fits easily in his hand, and each thrust is deep, slow, and brings his fingertips in contact with Peter’s dripping entrance, over and over.

Annie reaches underneath Peter’s body, pulling on his tiny cock and wringing desperate sobs from his lips. She uses her other hand to pull Peter in for a kiss, tangling their tongues and swallowing his moans as Bucky picks up the pace.

“Harder, Bucky, I think he’s close,” Annie begs, breathless, and Bucky obeys— meeting Peter’s hips with each thrust as the Omega tries to push back into them.

“Ah ah, Jay, please, ah,” Peter pants, curling his fingers into the sheets and burying his face in Annie’s shoulder, “Need’a, huh ah ah, knot please.”

Bucky keeps his pace, pushing deep into the Omega, and grabs the pump for the knot, pulsing the air pump once with each thrust until there’s a noticeable bulge at the base of the cock.

“M’gonna do it, baby, hold on. Come for me, Peter. Come on my knot, come for me,” he pleads with the Omega.

When the knot is inflated half-way, he slows the thrusts and focuses on grinding down, shallow, into Peter’s prostate. He earns a wail and a string of muffled curses from his mate, and shoves the full knot into his hole with an audible pop!

“Oh fuck, Bucky, keep going,” Annie breaths, both hands at work under Peter’s body to bring him over the edge.

Peter’s legs buckle. Annie grabs him on his way down, keeping his thighs spread as he comes apart in their hands, sighing and humming in pleasure. Bucky reaches underneath him to feel his cock, and has to close his eyes as the pulsing, clear cum pools in his hand.

He continues pumping the knot, inflating it until it no longer threatens to slip past Peter’s swollen rim. With his hand full of Omega cum, he begins to rub it into his own cock and balls— intimately scent marking himself to satisfy his overwhelming instinct to mate and claim his Omegas.

When he looks up, Annie is doing the same— rubbing Peter’s cum into her skin with her head thrown back— and Bucky can’t take it anymore.

With Peter’s heat satisfied for the time being, the two of them work to move him to the side, curling him around a pillow.

Bucky sees her eyes on him, dark and wanting, “Feelin’ horny, Omega?” he purrs, settling over her body and leaning down for a kiss.

She moans into his mouth, nibbling on his lower lip, “Mmm, yeah Bucky. What do you have in mind?”

“Well. I’ll be honest with you, baby, I’ve never been with a girl before.”

“Oh,” she pulls back, pushing him with one hand, “I mean— it’s not too different from a guy who’s an Omega, I don’t think.”

Now he’s definitely blushing, “Well, I— I’ve never really topped anyone either.”

Annie gives him a look, pushing her fingers through his hair, before leaning up to press a sweet kiss to his lips, “Neither of us have to swing for this, Bucky. If you don’t feel comfortable topping, we can share one of those long, floppy dildos that Tony bought for us,” she smiles, then, and frames his face with both of her hands, “but honestly, I’d be honored to be your first.”

He smiles down at her, grinding his cock in between her legs, “What’re we doin’ talkin’ then, sugar?”

Her laugh is swallowed up by his mouth, and they both groan into the suddenly heady, desperate kiss. Annie spreads her legs, locking her ankles behind his back, and rolls her hips into his.

“Fuck, Annie,” he curses. Her core feels so different against his cock, so soft and wet, and he can’t help reaching down to feel, gasping, “tell me— tell me what feels good, baby.”

She mewls into his mouth, clutching hard onto his shoulders, “Like this, Bucky,” and one of her hands joins his between her legs, guiding his fingers through her folds, until he feels a small bump that causes her to cry out.

“That, oh shit, right there, Bucky— s’my clit, baby, feels good.”

He looks down in wonder, following her fingers as they move in small, firm circles. After a minute or so of discovering what makes her twitch and moan, she releases his hands and grasps his cock, stroking it slowly from root to tip. He knows he’s not big— damn his Omega biology— but he’s gotta be big enough to satisfy this girl. At least, that’s what Stevie told him the other night.

Annie must sense his hesitation, because she’s pulling him down into a deep kiss, grabbing his hair, and whispering, “Come on, Bucky. Fuck me. Please, come on, Bucky.”

“Okay, okay. Uh, hold on,” he pulls back, lifting her hips, and feels around for the source of wetness pouring out of her. Once he finds it— and what a fuckin’ marvel, having two holes, damn— he watches her face and pushes two fingers in, feeling around her inner walls as her eyes goes wide in pleasure.

He tries to stretch her out a bit, but after a minute she’s laughing, “Bucky, I don’t need that much work. Just fuck me already.”

Pulling his fingers out, he uses her slick to coat his cock, and lines up, searching her face for any discomfort. He pushes forward, inch by inch, until he’s buried deep inside. She looks so beautiful like this— eyes rolled back, skin flushed, and body open in submission.

As he pulls out and thrusts back in, he has to concentrate on not coming immediately inside of her. He leans down to suck on her nipples, biting and flicking each one until he eases back from the edge.

When she gives him an impatient groan, he sits back on his heels and picks up his pace, watching his cock disappear stroke by stroke, and lets himself get lost in the hot and wet of her body.

It’s not long— and almost embarrassingly so— that he’s back on the edge, feeling his orgasm build, and pounding harder into Annie, sighing, “So sweet, Omega, so pretty. Gonna come for me, darlin’? M’so close, Annie, m’so— god, fuck, I’m gonna come, Annie.”

“Yeah, Bucky, c’mon. Touch me, make me come on your cock, baby.”

The words almost send him over, and he reaches down, frantically, to thumb at her clit, desperate to have her come first.

When he starts feeling her clench around him, rhythmically milking his cock, he loses it— gasping into her skin and shaking as his orgasm rips through his body, thrusting deep and emptying himself inside of her.

“Hot damn, Jamie.”

Still breathing into each other’s mouths, trying to come down from their shared orgasms, both Annie and Bucky look over to see Peter watching them with hooded eyes, hand reaching back to absently fuck himself with the still inflated dildo.

Neither of them respond as Bucky pulls out, fascinated to watch his cum slowly leak out of her passage, and Peter continues to whine, “Why don’t I get that, Jamie? I wanna be fulla cum.”

Annie just laughs, rolling out from under him to snuggle with Peter. She reaches around his back and grabs the pump, releasing the knot, and he groans, shifting closer to her.

“Ready to go again, bunny?” she teases, running her fingers through his hair as he nods his head.

“Always, kitty.”

Bucky laughs, enamored by their nicknames, “Uh, small animals?”

Peter rolls over, pulling Bucky closer, “We use ‘em during scenes. They help us establish who’s in charge.”

“Oh god,” he sits up, and a thought occurs to him, “wait— what do you guys call Clint?”

Both Omegas give him a shit-eating grin, “Baby bird.”

“Holy shit.”

All three of them try to keep a straight face— and then fall apart laughing, holding onto each other as they giggle hysterically and try to breathe through it.

Bucky lays on his back, listening as his mates pull themselves together as laughter turns into labored breathing, the two Omegas succumbing again to Peter’s heat.

Well, Bucky thinks, can’t beat ‘em, might as well join ‘em.

---

Four days later, when all three of them are finally in heat together, all Bucky can feel is rolling waves of pain. There’s a distant memory of sharing this with his Ado-Pack in high school, but now he’s just thankful that neither of his packmates had tried to fuck him through it.

Because as sexy as it sounds— three Omegas, desperate for a knot, grinding on each other— Bucky curses their doctor again for forcing them to do this together. Without an Alpha.

It had taken until the end of the second day for Annie to enter her heat, and the beginning of the fourth for Bucky to start his. Peter is nearing the end, they think, but it’s hard to tell when the three of them are delirious for a knot, unable to think straight.

The last few days are torture. None of them are conscious enough to work the knotting dildo, so they pass most of the time tangled together, writhing around. Their few lucid moments are spent scrambling for water and food.

At one point someone tries to get through the barrier from the outside. Bucky doesn’t remember much after that, but knows that whoever it was got an earful of screaming profanities for their trouble.

Peter’s heat breaks on the fifth day, and Bucky barely notices him pulling them into the large, pack-sized bathtub, taking care to clean all three of them before returning to the nest. There’s another moment where Bucky feels himself being fucked and knotted. He comes so hard that he blacks out.

Their Omega feeds them and keeps them hydrated, and Annie’s heat thankfully ends the next afternoon.

For the last day, both Omegas hold Bucky close, keeping him filled and speaking sweet things into his ear. They read to him in the quiet moments, and Peter actually fucks him a few times, pumping a load of Omega cum deep inside him.

Five days after his heat started— nine days total in the nest— Bucky wakes up with a clear head, and the aching need for an Alpha knot has passed.

He looks around, sitting up fully in the nest, and groans at how sore his entire body is.

“Bucky? How are you feeling?”

Annie’s voice is raspy, and her and Peter are sitting towards the back of the nest, drinking applesauce packets. They are both naked, still, and Annie has her head on Peter’s chest. Bucky almost falls over— both of them are decorated, head to toe, in small bruises and bites. He looks down at himself and huffs, satisfied to see similar marks across his body.

“M’fine, Annie, fuck,” he voice sounds like gravel, and he smiles, thankful it’s over, “can we, shit,” he clears his throat, “are we done?”

Peter tosses him a bottle of water, and it feels like ice hitting his empty stomach when he drinks it.

“They know we’re done, just waiting on you, Jamie.” Peter explains, pulling out his phone, “Do you want me to—”

“Steve, please. I’m sorry, please, I need Steve.” He doesn’t care that he’s begging, the need to see his Alpha is suddenly overwhelming.

“Okay, here I’ll call him.”

Bucky jumps out of the nest, stumbling as his feet bear his weight for the first time in days, and unlocks the barriers, throwing open the locked steel doors, and running to throw open the windows. Damn, the fresh air is nice.

He hears Peter say something, but barely has time to register it when he hears footsteps running down the hallway, heading for the nest. He shuts the entrance, hiding Peter and Annie from sight, as Steve barrels into view.

“Alpha,” Bucky whimpers, opening his arms for his mate to hold him, and Steve doesn’t stop. He runs straight into Bucky’s arms, lifting the Omega, and hauling him back down the hallway towards their den.

Steve is growling, a prolonged rumble that immediately soothes Bucky’s anxious instincts.

Everything’s okay now. Alpha’s here.

The door is slammed shut. Bucky’s back hits the bed. He’s bracketed in by familiar arms— surrounded by fresh Coffee and cleansing Rain.

“What do you need, Buck.” it’s barely a question, and Bucky has no idea of the answer, so he just makes a confused noise.

At his whimper, Steve leans down to scent him, lightly ghosting his hands up and down Bucky’s trembling and bruised body. His Alpha licks down his chest, across his navel, and stops near his poorly chafed cock— and his growl deepens. Bucky’s breath picks up as Steve lifts his legs over his head and grunts, “Hold them.”

With a surge of strength, Bucky hooks his arms around his knees, holding himself open for the Alpha to inspect. In this position, he can only listen and feel as Steve starts to mouth at his opening, filling the room with obscene slurping noises as he coaxes every last drop out of Bucky’s abused hole.

“Alpha, what’re you, oh fuck, Alpha, please,”

After several torturous moments, Steve finally pulls off, face covered in a layer of combined Omega spend, and helps Bucky lower his legs back down.

“M’gonna clean you up, Buck. Are you hungry?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Bucky has to blink to keep himself awake as Steve picks him up again, this time moving into the bathroom and setting Bucky in the bathtub. The two of them settle together in the tub, and Steve pulls out his phone to make a few calls— first to Clint, making sure both of the other Omegas are safe and fed, and second to Tony, letting him know it’s fine for him to return to the house.

“You kicked ‘im out?” Bucky hums, wiggling closer to his Alpha in the warm bathwater.

Steve just holds him tight, “Didn’t want him reacting to Peter’s scent, s’all. He wanted to be here for you, Buck, but I didn’t want him around until Peter got to take a shower or something.”

“Damn, I bet it was agony for him not to be with Peter durin’ it. Did… was it him? Bangin’ on the barriers like that?”

“Uh,” Steve clears his throat, “no, that… that was me.”

“Shit, Stevie. You really wanted him that bad? I guess I wouldn’t know— you know Omegas aren’t really affected by that heat smell and stuff—”

“No, you jerk,” Steve interrupts, poking him in the side, “the barriers weren’t scent proof, ya know? It wasn’t bad until I smelled you— your fuckin’ perfect Chocolate and Orange scent. I went ballistic, Buck. My Alpha hasn’t been calm for days since you started your heat.”

“Stevie, fuck. All I wanted was your knot. Never been that desperate before— not even during my first one.”

“I know, Bucky, I know,” Steve soothes him, stroking up and down his legs and gently cupping his soft cock and balls, “wanna put you on my knot so bad, Omega.”

“M’so sore, Alpha,” he complains, still pushing back into his Alpha’s touch.

“Such a good Omega, Bucky. Perfect for me— just relax.”

The two of them rock gently together, exchanging slow kisses, until Steve slides into Bucky’s still stretched hole, filling him perfectly in one thrust. His Alpha is exceedingly tender— moving in a calming, rocking motion until Bucky can feel his knot swell in between them.

Bucky keens as Steve’s knot slips into him, stretching him even further and rubbing up against his over-sensitive prostate. Steve tries shushing him, but Bucky can’t help crying out as the Alpha’s knot blows wide, popping into place, and shooting deep into his belly.

It hurts— it hurts so bad— but Bucky relaxes into it, letting his head fall to the side to give Steve access to his bonding glands. He feels his body shake through a dry orgasm as his Alpha ruts up into his hole. His muscles clench to milk every drop from Steve’s cock and knot them together, one body.

They stay like that, locked and intimate, until the water runs cold. Steve is careful to pull out when the knot goes down, and rinses them off gently in the shower.

At some point he makes another call. When they leave the bathroom there’s a tray of sandwiches waiting next to the bed. His Alpha situates them on the bed before feeding Bucky by hand— alternating between sips of cold water and bites of the sandwich— until both of them are satisfied.

“How’re the other ‘megas?” Bucky asks, chugging the gatorade Steve handed him.

Steve shakes his head fondly, “You’re gonna choke, ya idiot. They’re fine; Clint helped get them showered and I think the four of them are taking a nap in the living room. Or up in their bedroom. Tony brought back food,” he waves at the sandwiches, “so they should be all taken care of.”

“Mmm, Stevie?”

“Yeah, Buck.”

“I can’t believe we have to do that again.”

The dumb Alpha laughs, pulling Bucky close, “Only one or two more, Buck, and then all of us spend it together.”

Bucky hums again, turning onto his side to let his mate snuggle up behind him. As they start to fall asleep together, warm and sated, Bucky whispers, “As long as I get you in the end, Stevie, it’ll all be worth it.”

---

Two weeks later, Annie and Clint are walking for graduation and Peter is finishing up the last of his exams. Their lease is over at the end of the week, so later this evening the whole pack will be driving into the city to help them move out of their apartment and into the pack-house permanently.

Bucky sits shotgun on the drive over— with Steve in the backseat and Tony behind the wheel, complaining the whole time about helicopters and professional moving services.

“It’s symbolic, Tony,” Steve says, for the fifth time.

“Then let’s buy them a fucking bottle of champagne. Why are we doing work that I could just hire someone else to do? You know I’m good for it.”

“Shut up, Tony,” Bucky groans, “We’ve already compromised— we take the smaller boxes, movers take the big stuff.”

Tony grumbles, “We shouldn’t have to move anything.”

At this, Steve grabs his shoulder, startling Tony into swerving the car and barely missing a nearby minivan, “What the hell, Steve—”

“You are going to shut it about this, Beta—”

“Or what?” Tony challenges, eyes glued on Steve in the rearview mirror.

Steve holds up his phone, Peter’s contact pulled up and thumb dangerously close to the call button, “You know I’ll do it.”

“Aw, Steve. Cap. Alpha— you know I’m just joking around,”

“Then stop it, Tony,” Bucky adds, “it’s been a rough semester for him already. He doesn’t need your bullshit on top of it.”

GuiltyBeta scent floods the car, and Bucky almost chokes on it. Steve puts a hand on both of their shoulders, giving them each a comforting squeeze, “Hey, everything’s okay. I know all of our emotions are runnin’ wild without suppressants, and it’s gonna be good for us to all move in together before the second heat hits, okay? Just chill out and enjoy the day.”

There’s a heavy silence after Steve sits back in his seat, and Bucky makes a point to roll his window down, clearing out the last of Tony’s scent and making sure neither of his packmates scent SadOmega from him. The last thing either of them need is a Bucky pity party today.

For all the complaining beforehand, moving day actually goes off without a hitch. Tony’s mood brightens significantly when he gets to see his sweet mate, and Bucky makes a point to hang out with Annie and Clint for the most part— avoiding Steve and Tony while they move boxes and blankets out to the waiting truck.

What he didn’t count on, though, was Clint ambushing him in the stairwell.

“Hey, man,” Bucky mutters, trying to squeeze past Clint on the way back up the stairs, but Clint just moves to stand in his way. He tries to laugh it off and move the other direction, but Clint blocks him there too. “What the hell, Barton.”

“You’ve been pissy all day. What’s going on?”

“Nothin’,” he growls, “just movin’ boxes.”

Clint grabs him by the shoulder, pushing him up against the wall and leaning into his space, “What, Barnes? Need someone to take you down? Put you in your place?”

The look in Clint’s eyes says he’s serious, and Bucky slumps in his hold, defeated, “No, I— I’m sorry Clint.”

“Don’t do that, Bucky.” Clint backs off, holding him by the shoulder, “you nervous about move-in? Jealous of the other Omegas?”

“Stop—”

“Don’t tell me— you hate me, don’t you?”

Bucky’s laughing now, pushing Clint away, “Stop it, Clint, it’s none of that,” he let’s the taller Beta pull him in for a hug, snuggling into his warmth and tucking securely under his chin. Clint holds him like this for a few minutes until he finally whispers, “I think I’ve been feelin’ kinda replaceable in our pack, especially since our heat together.”

Clint leans back, searching his eyes, “Why, though? I know Steve was crazy to get to you the whole time. He’s your soulmate.”

Feeling tears prick his eyes, Bucky tries to look away.

“Why, babe?” Clint turns his face back and wipes at a tear with his thumb.

“... I can’t, Clint. Not here.”

Maybe Clint can see the struggle in his eyes, or maybe he’s just a stubborn ass, but he doesn’t listen to Bucky’s plea. He pushes closer, holding Bucky’s face tenderly in his hands, and drops a kiss on his forehead.

“Okay, Bucky, I’ll drop it until later. But you gotta know— you’re not replaceable in this pack. Damn, I already love you a ton, babe. No one in this pack would wanna bond without you, I swear it.”

“Clint—” Bucky whines, trying to stop his tears.

“Hey, don’t cry, baby, come ‘ere.”

He feels safer in his mate’s arms. Clint doesn’t judge him as he shakes apart, as he soaks his shirt, as he probably bruises his lower back. The Beta just holds him tight and strokes through his hair, letting him cry.

As the sobs die down, Bucky wipes his face on Clint’s shirt sleeve and tries to compose himself. What the hell, he thinks to himself. He’s so fuckin’ weak for breaking down like this, no wonder he’s in this position. He can almost see the pity in Clint’s gaze, and hates it.

“Bucky?”

All he can do is make an inquisitive humming noise.

“I think… you should talk to Steve and Tony about this. I know we’ve all been dating each other, and... I can tell it’s hurting you that they’ve been seeing you less because of it. Promise me that? Promise you’ll talk to them?”

“Y— yeah, Clint. I’ll do it.”

The kiss takes him by surprise, and it tastes like saltwater. He chases Clint’s lips, pulling on his hair, drinking him in. Clint pulls away with a gasp, and Bucky leans back against the wall, smiling to himself. The two of them trade a few more kisses until they’re both breathless and giddy with laughter.

They hear the stairwell door open and quickly grab the forgotten boxes, making their way back downstairs together.

When they approach the truck, all of their pack is waiting for them, arms crossed and expectant. Tony and Annie both trade a salacious look, calling out suggestive things, but Steve and Peter just look concerned and disappointed— a strange combination that both of them pull off rather well.

Clint pushes Bucky towards where Steve and Peter are standing and goes to join the others, giving him a last encouraging nod.

Bucky sees the moment where Steve’s expression changes to just concern. Before he can say anything, Bucky grabs his arm and murmurs, “Could we ride together, Stevie?”

Peter shifts awkwardly, “I can… go?”

“No, no— can it be the three of us?” Bucky suggests, looking into his Alpha’s eyes, and trying to communicate with him through his stare. It doesn’t seem to be working, because Steve just tilts his head in confusion.

“Sure, Buck. We’re all done here— I’ll have Tony pick up some dinner and we can head back home.”

As Steve goes to talk to the other three, Peter and Bucky both pile into the truck. They take the backseat— Peter wordlessly holding him close and playing with his hair. God, he loves this pretty Omega. They watch Steve walk back to the truck, sparing them a protective look as he jumps in the front seat and starts the engine.

They drive in silence for a few minutes before Peter nudges him, looking up expectantly into Bucky’s eyes.

“Alright, pushy Omega,” he teases, speaking a little louder for Steve to hear, “I, uh. Clint cornered me in the stairwell. Told me I was being pissy. I guess I didn’t notice it until now, but I’ve been feeling left out of the bonding stuff, especially since our heat together. Just feels like I’m less important, or something.”

“Oh, Jamie,” Peter laces their fingers together, kissing his hand.

“Is it... is it something I did, Buck?” Steve asks.

Bucky shakes his head, “No— I don’t know, Stevie. Everything you’ve done has been for the pack. And you were really great after my heat. It’s been like five weeks since I’ve been down, it could be that. It’s also been like a month since I’ve even talked to Tony.”

“Bucky, sweetheart—”

“I know it’s gonna get better when we bond. I know that. Right now is just hard, is all.”

“Can I,” Peter hesitates and looks down at their hands, “can I hold you, Jamie? Just until we’re home?”

“Yeah, darlin’, whatever you’d like.”

Peter shifts them around so that they’re laying half across the backseat, and wraps all of his limbs around Bucky, effectively stopping all of his movement. It feels nice to be held. It’s been awhile since he’s been held like this.

Steve looks like he’s trying to solve the issue in his head. He’s making a really cute, distressed face.

“Stevie?” he says, hearing Peter giggle slightly beneath him.

“... yeah?”

“Stevie, what are you thinking?”

A snort, “I can’t believe… Bucky, I can’t believe how much I’ve failed you.”

“Alpha.”

Steve's grip tightens on the steering wheel, “You’ve needed me, and I haven’t been there for you, Buck.”

“Yeah, but Alpha—”

“I’m just so sorry Bucky, I love you so much. I had no idea, and that makes me feel like absolute shit—”

“Steve! Alpha! Holy shit, would you shut up for like one second?” Bucky bursts, jerking forward a little bit in Peter’s hold until he can rest a hand on Steve’s arm, “that’s your issue, Stevie. You always think it’s on you, that it’s all about you. Heads up— it’s not. It’s about us. And, I hate to say it, sometimes you can’t fix everything.”

Peter rubs his back as he continues, “Do I need a scene? To submit? Probably— it’s been a long fucking minute. Do I need to sit down with Tony? Yeah. A hundred percent. Is this all related to you and something you’ve done? No. Absolutely not. So get over it, Steve, and just… help me out.”

There’s a long silence as Steve stares out at the road— most likely fighting his urge to pick a fight— until Bucky starts to smell AmusedHornyOmega coming from his smaller mate.

When he faces Peter, the Omega has a deep red blush coloring his cheeks that makes Bucky laugh, “Really?”

“I’m so sorry, Jamie. I know you so don’t want to swing dominant, but your tone is really doing it for me right now. I’m sorry,” he whines, burying his face in his hands.

Thankfully, the distraction has loosened Steve’s death grip on the steering wheel, and he lets out a dramatic sigh, “Bucky. You’re right. I’m sorry, I really am.”

“I know. I love you, Stevie. Can we just… can we scene sometime after I talk to Tony?”

Peter lets out an embarrassed squeak as Steve responds,

“Yeah, Bucky. I love you, too— God, I wish I could touch you.”

“Ahem,” Peter clears his throat, pulling back Bucky’s hands from where they’re wandering towards his Alpha, “I’m glad you can’t.”

Both of them laugh at the flustered Omega, exchanging a heated glance in the mirror. Suddenly, Bucky has an idea—

“Steve. Fuck, Stevie? Oh my god, I have an idea.”

“What is it, baby?”

“Can Peter scene with us?”

At the question, Peter gasps, hitting Bucky on the arm.

“James Barnes!” he squawks, “I will not scene with Tony until that Beta has officially proposed—”

“No, no— wait, Tony hasn’t proposed? Damn. No, I meant just the three of us. And maybe Clint.”

“Oh.”

Bucky sits back, content, as he watches the idea go through both of their minds. The more he thinks about it, the more he likes it. Steve and Peter are going to need to learn each other in the bedroom, and who better to guide the process than Bucky? Or one of Peter’s packmates?

“Steve already proposed. You and I are committed. What about it?”

“I’ll… I’ll consider it,” Peter stammers.

Steve just looks awkward in the mirror. He clears his throat before responding, “Let’s wait until after your next heat, okay? We can try it then.”

Both Omegas agree. It sounds like a plan Bucky can get on board with.

---

As it turns out, they don’t have to wait long.

Four days later, Bucky gets a call at work on his emergency line. From Tony.

“Tony? What is it? Aren’t you at work?”

“Bucky?” Tony sounds panicked, “Bucky, where are you? Peter just collapsed at work. He smells like fucking heaven, holy fuck.”

“Tony. Where are you right now?”

“My fucking building, James. I’m in my fucking building holding my— holy shit— my mate who’s unconscious and smells— Bucky. I need you—”

“Dammit,” Bucky curses, jumping up and grabbing his wallet, running to the door, “I’m on my way, Beta. Keep him safe, understand? I’m six blocks away and running, okay?”

All he hears is growling before the line disconnects, and he’s sprinting out into the city, the Stark tower in sight. His heart is pounding in his ears as he runs, each step taking him closer to his mates in distress.

As he tears into the tower, he runs through security yelling, “I’m Tony Stark’s mate, James Barnes,” and somehow gets immediate clearance, jumping in an elevator.

“Jarv, take me to Tony,” he says, barely registering the confirmation as the elevator shoots up towards the R&D floors.

He stumbles out as the elevator opens, and hustles down the hallway, trying to scent his packmates. After a third turn, he spots a crowd looking into a glass-enclosed space. That’s them.

“Clear out!” he commands, “this floor is now on heat lockdown, all staff should proceed to the nearest floor until further notice.”

The crowd moves quickly away from the glass, most of them giving Bucky a clear space as he approaches the lab. Peering inside, he sees both of his packmates curled together on the lounge sofa— thank god they’re both clothed.

“Jarvis, open up for me.”

“I’m afraid I can’t—“

“Override code for James Buchanan Barnes, 32557038.”

Without a word, the doors slide open with an audible hiss. He can hear whimpers and hushed reassurances coming from his packmates and decides to call Steve for backup.

“Bucky, this is the emergency number,” Steve answers, sounding irritated.

Best to cut to the chase, “Peter went into heat at work. Tony put the whole floor on lockdown. I’m here with them now, situation normal.”

“Okay, I need you to keep them lucid until I arrive. When I call you next, bring Peter out to the car. I will leave it running for you and drive home in Tony’s car, separately. Understood? I will call Clint and Annie as well.”

“Understood, Alpha.”

Steve hangs up, and Bucky is immediately approaching the pair, doing his best to project his scent and warn Tony of his approach.

“C’mon Tony, let me in. Two of your Omegas are here now, please protect us?”

Tony turns on him, expression close to feral, and growls low. Bucky stops moving forward and bares his throat, dropping his gaze and submitting to the Beta.

“Kneel, Omega,”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Bucky can’t help it. The words vibrate through him and he slides to the floor with a high pitched whine, spreading his legs in an obvious display for his displeased Beta.

Dammit, Bucky.

Stay up, you gotta stay up for Peter.

He lets Tony grip his neck, forcing him to bend forward, resting his chest against the couch and giving Tony easy access.

Tony hums in pleasure— of course he does— because even though it’s highly inappropriate, Bucky is not unaffected by his Beta’s dominance and arousal. He can feel the slick starting to leak out of him.

“Please, Beta.” He begs, unsure what he’s asking for at this point.

Ring, ring, ring.

His phone. Steve. “Alpha,” he chokes out, grasping for the phone before Tony can stop him.

“Alpha, help. Need help, Stevie.”

He can hear Steve yelling through the phone, Tony snarling at the muffled voice, and then the connection is lost. He expects Tony’s touch on his body— craves it at this point— but hears a deep rumble instead.

Alpha.

Tony stands up, guarding them from Steve’s view as the Alpha stalks closer. Both of them stare, unblinkingly, and puff out their chests, asserting dominance.

It’s Tony’s growl that does it. One moment he’s crouching over the Omegas, growling in warning, and the next Steve has him by the scruff, snarling—

“Stand down, Beta.”

Bucky has never heard his Alpha voice before. It has all three of them melting into small, submissive puddles at his feet. And Bucky’s pretty sure he just came, untouched.

Steve hauls him up by the armpits, searching his eyes, and obviously seeing an uncomprehending, submissive Omega in his arms. Steve offers his neck. The simple act of submission, especially after such a bold display of dominance, has Bucky reeling and biting down, hard, into his Alpha’s throat, desperate to swing dominant.

“Buck. Shit, Bucky are you okay?” Steve is asking him, and Bucky pulls away, wiping his mouth.

“I— I think so. Damn, Alpha.”

“Save it. Remember the plan— get Peter back to the house. I’ll deal with Tony.”

“And Clint?”

Steve pauses, shaking his head, “He’s with Annie, back at the house. Bucky— she’s in heat too.”

Dammit.

[snowstark]

perform (for me, baby)

written for @p-parkerthespiderboy as a part of the starker kink exchange! @starkerkink

It's Peter's first time entering a BDSM club. Things take an unexpected turn when he finds himself volunteering to be a part of Tony's demonstration in front of everyone.

Peter couldn’t help but feel nervous as he approached the entrance of the building. Never in his life did he expect that he would be here, standing in front of a BDSM club while trying not to pussy out. He couldn’t stop thinking about the what-if’s. What if he saw someone he knew? What if he somehow messed up and got banned from the club? What if—

“Shut up,” he told himself, interrupting the endless cycle of thoughts. Worrying like this was doing him no good except causing him to excessively sweat. Everything would be fine; he was just nervous. First time nerves always made everything new seem like a big, scary deal.

He knew that if he didn’t go in, he would end up regretting it. He’d discovered his interest in BDSM and kinks years ago. Years of extensive research and dabbling online meant that he wasn’t a completely newbie; it just meant that he was extra interested now that he knew for sure that he enjoyed it.

So, keeping that in mind, he slipped inside when the streets were relatively empty, wanting to try and stay out of sight. He was greeted by a woman who had a rather bored expression on her face. She checked him in and gave him his coloured bracelets—blue for submissive, white to show that he was single and ready to mingle.

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[notcanoncompliant]

Okay but what if Tony's a badass, greying gladiator, and one of the royal families come to watch the games, and the prince, Peter, buys him to keep as a personal guard.

And maybe the prince is a little shit who asks that the gladiator follow him around on mindless errands, makes pointless demands, pretty much spends the daylight hours poking at Tony without consequence.

But, at night...oh.

At night, Peter's personal guard stays with him inside the bedchamber instead of posted outside the door. It's better that way, you see, because the prince has other needs. But in the dark, or in the flickering glow of candlelight, the prince isn't making any demands. He's not poking and prodding and teasing.

At night, he takes whatever the gladiator wants to give him. This scarred, muscled beast of a man with blood on his hands, who makes Peter pay, with his body, for every snide comment and stupid demand. Leaves marks on Peter's fine, pale skin.

And that's okay.

Because the prince likes them, and he likes using them to tease his gladiator all the next day.

[prettyboy-parker]

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.