#winterspider smut

[marvelvillian23]

Hey so I was wondering if my writing good enough to at least post on tumblr. I'm not looking to do anything big, I just have a lot of stories in my head I want to get out. I've been thinking about posting for the past three years. But I'm a BAD dyslexic and have a small learning disability. But I'm not saying that for sympathy PLEASE give constructive criticism.

I thought I’ll use this as a test run. They're in college and around their early 20s. I feel so vulnerable posting this but I have to know. 

past noncon, dubcon, feminization, blackmail….

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Peter Parker

It was going on midnight when Peter finally had the courage to enter the Locker Room. The game ended two hours ago, but he thought it was in good faith to wait in the gym. Waiting in the shadows watching as each player make their way out except one. Always that one player staying behind waiting for the secret arrangement made between him and Peter. The room was dark and quiet…It always was. “B-Bucky” he whispered. Tip-Toeing around the lockers. When Peter ‘s back was slammed against the wall of metal, he was proud of himself for holding back his whimper.

Peter hated how Bucky moved like a ghost. You never saw or heard him coming. He was a man of few words before the incident Peter would say he thought Bucky Barnes was harmless. Just the quiet friend of the star player and golden retriever Steve Rogers. But that proved wrong the day Peter made the bad decisions to sneak in the locker room early to change. Being caught by Bucky dressing out in a pair of woman’s red panties. So yea it was more blackmail than a agreement. “Turn around” he spoke. Peter did as he was told and began to take off his shirt. “He never likes looking at me” Peter thought. Bucky made Peter feel like a ugly useless hole. With his pants around his ankles, Peter pushed his ass out with a pink thong between his cheeks and held on to the lockers.

Bucky forced his way in his prepped hole. After the first few times Peter took the liberties to prep himself before hand when he realized Bucky wasn't. He did everything to keep quiet that's how Bucky likes it. When his legs went weak Bucky grabbed him by the waist and fucked him harder into the lockers. “P-Please” Peter cries. “Shhh” As expected Bucky covers his mouth and spanks his ass grabbing a cheek full. Hitting Peter spot over and over his panties drenched in his own pre cum. “God say it please fucking say it I'm so close” Peter wanted to scream. He couldn't cum having to wait till Bucky gave him permission with The Words. He couldn't even if he wanted to he had to hear him say them. Bucky started to fuck harder so hard it hurt. But God did Peter love it. Bucky pulling Peter towards his chest whispering heaven in his ear “Thats a Good Girl, take it” Bucky breathe hot in his ear. Cum shot out of Peter’s cock so hard he thought he broke his dick. “Im a good girl, oh god I'm a good girl” Peter cries in thought. Bucky groans cumming too inside him. Bucky did this every time saying little to nothing fucking Peter over the edge then saying that little sentence. Making Peter into a mumbling mess, having him create the biggest mess in his panties while Bucky fucks his cum into Peter’s hole. They catch their breath and Bucky always does this little thing that confuses Peter each time. Bucky kisses his neck then the side of his head before pulling away. Getting dress and from here they go back to pretending the other didn't exist in this case that being Peter. Bucky always left first and Peter always silently sobbed as he got dress never cleaning his self up. He thought he should feel like the useless hole he was.

[nico13pluto]

Does anyone have some good smut (not x reader) to recommend (preferably gay)

[maukree]

AO3 Works Masterlist & Prompts

Behold, the grand space where a master list could have been, but let's be real – that's more effort than I'm willing to invest. So, just click this link or something (or don't, I'm not your boss). Don't worry, it only leads to AO3. And, for the love of all things TS, do us both a favor and READ THE TAGS.

[otpcutie]

Otpcutie’s Bucky Barnes Bingo Masterlist — My completed @buckybarnesbingo fills, for round five.

A/N: I got a bingo this round and filled 16 squares!!

1. Daddy’s Little Honey Bear, Chapter 3: Buck-Buck Arrives (M, 12k) | Square: Y4, Tony Stark/Iron Man

Summary (Stony/Stucky): Tony has been working too hard, so his Daddy (Steve) ensures he takes a break and enjoys some little time. Bucky comes home early to spend time with them as well.

In this fic Steve, Bucky and Tony are in a polyamorous V relationship with Steve as the hinge. (Steve/Tony are in a QPR and nonsexual Cg/l dynamic. Steve/Bucky are married.)

Chapter Summary: Bucky comes home and the little space shenanigans continue.

Contains: nonsexual Cg/l (Daddy Steve and little Tony), fluff, affection, aroace Tony, QPR, polyamory, found family, little space (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

2. Daddy’s Little Honey Bear, Chapter 4: Steve's Best Guy (M, 12k) | Square: K4, protectiveness

Summary (Stony/Stucky): Tony has been working too hard, so his Daddy (Steve) ensures he takes a break and enjoys some little time. Bucky comes home early to spend time with them as well.

In this fic Steve, Bucky and Tony are in a polyamorous V relationship with Steve as the hinge. (Steve/Tony are in a QPR and nonsexual Cg/l dynamic. Steve/Bucky are married.)

Chapter Summary: Bucky comes home and the little space shenanigans continue.

Contains: nonsexual Cg/l (Daddy Steve and little Tony), fluff, affection, aroace Tony, QPR, polyamory, found family, little space (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

3. Honey, I’m Home! (E, 2.4k) | Square: Y1, “Tell me.”

Summary (Stucky): Steve plays housewife.

Contains: 1940s, cooking as a love language, housewife kink, fluff, panties, D/s, Daddy Bucky, praise kink, teasing (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

4. Caress (M, 0.5k) | Square: K2, kink: feminisation

Summary (Stucky): Bucky admires his reflection.

Contains: sub Bucky, kept boy Bucky, Daddy Steve, lingerie, mirrors, sexual exploration, Bucky being turned on by his reflection (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

5. Steve’s Night Off, Chapter 1: Sparks Fly (M, 3.4k) | Square: K5, hindsight

Summary (Stucky): Steve meets Bucky in a bar.

Chapter summary: Steve and Bucky hit it off.

Contains: unhappily married Steve, Steve cheats on Peggy with Bucky, older Steve/younger Bucky, Bucky in a skirt, lingerie, flirting, teasing, Daddy kink, dorks falling in love (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

6. Steve’s Night Off, Chapter 2: Falling (E, 4.1k) | Square: Y3, first kiss

Summary (Stucky): Steve meets Bucky in a bar.

Chapter summary: Steve takes Bucky to his hotel, where their sexual tension reaches a boiling point.

Contains: unhappily married Steve, Steve cheats on Peggy with Bucky, older Steve/younger Bucky, Bucky in a skirt/lingerie, flirting, teasing, Daddy kink, dorks falling in love, fluff, horny boys, smut (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

7. The Bait (T, 0.7k) | Square: C3, free space

Summary (Stony/Winterspider): Tony goes undercover as an escort for a case.

Contains: Detective AU, grumpy Steve, jealousy, besties/work partners Steve & Bucky, pining Steve, Bucky is fed up with it, escort Peter, implied Bucky/Peter, pining, angst, love confession (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

8. The Upside (E, 2.8k) | Square: U2, body swap/sharing

Summary (Winteriron): Tony and Bucky give each other permission to get off while body swapped.

Contains: body swap AU, found family, transguy Tony, flirting, teasing, mutual pining, boys in love, fluff, jerking off, smut (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

9. All In, Chapter 1: Uncertainty (E, 0.7k) | Square: C5, without fear

Summary (Stucky): Bucky makes his Daddy Steve (the President) jealous. Steve is clueless as to why.

Chapter summary: Bucky sets out to make Steve jealous.

Contains: President Steve, journalist Bucky, secret relationship, D/s, Daddy Steve, brat Bucky, age difference, jealousy, Bucky is a little shit (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

10. Stucky AU: Spa Day [moodboard + snippet] | Square: B5, photo of younger Bucky

Contains: spa day, older Steve/younger Bucky, massage therapist Bucky, crushes

Links: Tumblr

11. Winter Soldier aesthetic (Green) [moodboard] | Square: C2, photo of Winter Soldier Bucky

Contains: Winter Soldier Bucky

Links: Tumblr

12. Starshine (M, 1k) | Square: U4, kink: aftercare

Summary (Stucky): Bucky takes care of his kitten after they’ve played.

Contains: Omegaverse, D/s, Alpha/Daddy Bucky, Omega/kitten Steve, beefy sub Steve, kitten play, fluff, aftercare, nonbinary Steve, Steve uses it/its pronouns (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

13. Bucky Barnes AU: Baker [moodboard] | Square: Y3, baker Bucky

Contains: Baker Bucky, coffee shop AU, cafe owner Bucky, barista Bucky

Link: Tumblr

14. Pop! Beefy Bucky [fanart] | Square: Y2, a photo of Bucky in CA:CW wearing his red henley

Contains: Beefy Bucky, pop! vinyl art style, funko pop! (My own version), Captain America: Civil War, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes

Link: Tumblr | AO3

15. All In, Chapter 2: Vulnerability (E, 3.6k) | Square: B3, hurt/comfort

Summary (Stucky): Bucky makes his Daddy Steve (the President) jealous. Steve is clueless as to why.

Chapter summary: Bucky opens Steve’s eyes and confessions are made on both parts.

Contains: President Steve, journalist Bucky, secret relationship, D/s, Daddy Steve, brat Bucky, age difference, jealousy, Bucky is a little shit (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

16. All In, Chapter 3: ‘Til The End Of The Line (E, 5.9k) | Square: C1, kink: spanking

Summary (Stucky): Bucky makes his Daddy Steve (the President) jealous. Steve is clueless as to why.

Chapter summary: Things heat up and of course, the fluff continues.

Contains: President Steve, journalist Bucky, secret relationship, D/s, Daddy Steve, brat Bucky, age difference, jealousy, Bucky is a little shit (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

Card below the cut:

[winterspiderpurrs]

Guys....... new WinterSpider AO3 fic rec...

I highly highly recommend reading it!

If you like smut! ( don't read if you don't like that)

And ya know coffee house meet cuteness

I love the creators' work, so read their other stuff, too!

"It's My Party! " Is another fav of theirs that I have read several times!

And for my Starker ppl

"Something About Baby, You and I" is sooooo good.

I am locked out of AO3 cause I don't have access to the email I registered with. But if you have and AO3 please leave great comments!

[lavender-lotion]

WIP TITLE GAME

RULES: Reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

i have a whooping 238 WIPS in my WIP folder SO I am co-opting this wip game to make my own!!

send me a title and i'll send you an excerpt from the WIP (or, if there's nothing written, i'll explain what the WIP idea is!)!

Criminal Minds:

Hotch insulting Reid to the unsub - praise and comfort and flirty existing back and forth

Hotch/Reid

Hotch/Reid gun range

hotch/reid hospital au

Morgan/Reid - S2 E4

Crossovers/Miscellaneous Fandoms

bucky/stiles

TW x Glee

venom/eddie/peter

X-Men / MCU

DC Extended Universe

Superbat

Encanto

antonio/parce

5 times Antonio helps Bruno +1 time Bruno helps Antonio

5 times Antonio crawls into bed with Camilo +1 time Camilo crawls into bed with Antonio

Antonio/Camilo

5 accidental dates +1 purposeful proposal / 5 times Mariano took Camilo on a date without realizing it +1 time he took Camilo on a date with Dolores on purpose

Mariano/Dolores/Camilo

Fate: The Winx Saga

5 times Riven gives Dane a first +1 time Dane gave Riven a first

Riven/Dane/Beatrix

Glee

Glee fic list

Kurt/Chandler

kurt/kenny

will/kurt

hummelcest pt 3

puckurtcest pt 2

with puck pt 2

sam not backing down

sam/kurt

kurt picking up dave's call

Kurtofsky - long fic coming out

Kurtofsky - after prom season 2

Ep 5:

Pukcurt

Puckurt - visiting during juvie

Kingsman (Movies)

Dad Eggsy

Eggsy/Roxy/Merlin

eggsy/trans roxy

emerging from the night and heart of me

Kingsman

Kingsman

protective eggsy

tattoo au

Touched starved merlin

Marvel Cinematic Universe

5 times Happy patched up Peter and 1 time Peter patches up Happy

confrontation fic - venom

Jarvis/Tony

MindSpider - confrontation fic

Peter Harley James

stony dick pic

Twitter fic

Bruce Banner/Peter Parker Dom/Sub

DRAFT (hold me) steady

DRAFT to love and be loved by you

FINAL (hold me) steady

FINAL to love and be loved by you

GammaSpider continuation Hulk crush

hulk fic edits

Ned/Peter 2

Rhodey/Tony

keenker kinktober 12

drabble prompts spideypool confrontation fic

spideypool asexual gift for frosted goddess

Spideypool Big Bang

Spideypool prompt

Starker Big Bang

starker field trip fic

Starker Mob AU

I Built my Home, Inside Of You

Thorki

Thor/Peter

Bucky/Peter sex worker fic

Physiotherapy (I'll Be Your Baby)

WINTERspider - confrontation

winterspider date fluff

winterspider smut

Ragnarok (TV 2020)

Laurits finds Magne after the show

Loki Laurits

primal Laurits

Ragnarok s2e1

Ragnarok s2e1

S2E3 - key kiss

S2E5

Teen Wolf

Alpha Twins/Stiles

merwin bday fic - stiles/alpha pack?

peter/jackson

Sheriff Stilinski Gets Some Good Lovin'

stiles in make up

Untitled Document

love confession??

part 3

Together, We Belong

Writing - Together, We Belong

chris/derek dom/sub

Deter -

deter marriage proposal

stiles/sam prompt sam saving stiles

Dressing porn

JR/Tyler

RPF

season 2 stackson

June 19 - Smut

June 20: Relationship Reveal

June 23: Free Day

Stalion magic alpha pack

Stallison

Beacn stanny

camboy stiles - stanny

gift for merwin

Gone and Past

Sr stalion And stennis

Stennis

Stennis sex

Feral Derek

Kate takes video of essentially rape

A Rut(acular) Tale

bmtmm

breathing you in sequel

continuation to fox!stiles

fox stiles installment

hale family

hornet au

Sr. Steter

seter courting??

steter for harry—alpha rut

steter kidfic

familiar steterek

Set up on date

steterek

Steterek kisses

steterek sad derek

young steterek

young steterek

Soft steter->stetopher

stetopher series fight

tattoos

You Fill My Heart (With Such a Gentle Love)

alpha stiles omega john

Co-Write Thiny-Y

De-aged Sheriff

drunk dick pic stilinksicest

Impregnation kink

john jacking stiles off when he can't use his hands

John/Jordan/Stiles

Possessive fox sheriff claims his son

stilinskicest abusive claudia

Stilinskicest tattoo

Teen wolf gift for Levi

Twincest only fans

The House in the Cerulean Sea

Linus/Arthur

Phee/David

5 courting gifts Lucy gives Sal +1 (hopeful) courting gift Sal gives Lucy

chase

Salucy college au

the (delectable) devil

Weird City

smexy massage

X-Men

Charles angst childhood telepathy

Charles waking up in Jakob's arms

dadneto saves the day

Emma Frost/Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier

Erik/Shaw

jakob/charles series

kurt/hank

Lonkma

Mutant High Verse

Phoenix Peter

quogan

Rare's En/Charles

Rare's Xavierine

Alemando age play

5 times Jas and Jimmy tried to seduce Piotr +1 time they didn't have to

jammy

kitney making out

Lonk first time

Lonk pt 2 "I have never felt so content with unexpected discoveries"

Lonk pt 2 PLANNING

Azazel/Janos snowball fight

azjanos

bobby/john discovering cherik

cain developing his mutation

Cain Marko/Charles Xavier AU

chain + body worship

Chain sharing a bed

cherigan fic

bab smut

charles mom sucks

Cherik Dating App

Co-Write Cherik AU

Dance Dads AU

Erik goes back in time cause Charles is dead but overshoots

post dofp smut

they slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered

unbendable

bamg emma kdinapped angel

Emmangel Christmas

for even if she flees, soon she shall pursue

you cast diamonds across the waters of my innocence

magnet smut

Mags Family

Nina

Peter/Wendy POV

Hank and Alex bond during lab time

logan/emma

Lonk

Lonk

Lonk awkwardly flirting for jasp

Lonk for lib

lonk kids action

lonk patching up

first meeting

5 times Kurt makes Peter bust a nut in his pants and 1 time Peter busts a nut in his pants on his own

Night silver

peter putting himself down

Angry Erik

QUICKNETO

quickneto identity reveal

original timeline grief fuck

scogan first meeting

scogan peach

Incest continuation

Summerscest ANGST

war photo masturbation

xavierine fic

Young Justice

Dick and Wally team up to seduce Conner

awuabird

S1E16 - aquabird

S1E18 - aquabird

birdflash

S1E16 - crack spitfire and aqua bird

S1E17 0 spitfire

S1e20 spitfire

SpitFire - S1E14 short

5 times superboy watches tv alone and one time dock watches tv with him

drabble prompts superbird

S1E17 - superbird

SuperBird - S1E16 superbird

superbird continutation TO WORK ON

Superbird s1e5

superboy asking out dick

Unsorted

A Guest Star

Anniversary fic

aquabird

chp 2. You Are so Much Better Than I Ever Knew Before

co-parent stanny post season 2

Gar/Connor

glee ideas

kuniff day 1

Kuniff day 2

kurtosfky pt 2

poly cule

poly fic act 1

poly fic act 2

poly fic act 3

PROMPTS:

Puckurt Sarah fic

stanny post season 2

sterek post season 2

twin fic sequel

Untitled Document

Untitled Document

winter/peter

open tag to anyone who read them all haha

[gayspacesprinkles]

ship it or don't ship it peter/bucky aka winterspider peter/steve aka spidershield natasha/wanda scarletwidow pepper/tony pepperony lol

Peter/Bucky aka winterspider

Ship it

What made you ship it? Another Doe Eyes boy for Bucky huhu What are your favorite things about the ship? smallxbig & nerds what more you want Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? nope!

Peter/Steve aka spidershield

Ship it

What made you ship it? I do enjoy reading smut fics i find What are your favorite things about the ship? smallxbig (I have a type) Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? none

Natasha/Wanda scarletwidow

Don't Ship it

Why don’t you ship it? I dont like Wanda What would have made you like it? dont know Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it? N/A

Pepper/Tony pepperony

Ship it!! BEST SHIP NAME

What made you ship it? they cute!!!!! What are your favorite things about the ship? Pepper takes not shit from Tony, Tony loving that about her. Tony is the damsel, he needs his knight (pepper) Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? nope

[buckytheebarnes]

hiii y’all i wrote a smutty winterspider au fic where they are boyfriends and decide to play dress up together

there some fluffy stuff too 😚

[sins-of-a-spider]

Winterspider prompt — adopting a puppy together

Aaa yes😭💕 the fluff the FLUUFFF. I hope I did this prompt justice!

Winterspider, Fluff, Comfort

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It started with Peter sending Bucky cute photos of various puppies. Each and every one of them were adorable in their own way and Peter always had something positive to say about each one.

“Look look! This one has big floppy ears!”

“Bucky! This puppy is so fluffy!”

“Aw! Poor thing is missing part of his tail! But look at the little nub wag! SO cute!!”

Bucky always agreed and nodded his head, he didn’t want to indulge Peter too much since he knew where this was headed. The soldier was always more of a cat person. They were quiet, self sustaining, and kept to themselves. But dogs? They were loud, rambunctious, and way too energetic for his liking- just like his sweet Peter. It was no wonder the little thing wanted a puppy so badly.

The puppy obsession quickly got out of hand. One night Bucky came home to loud barking and splashes of water from the bathroom followed by Peter shushing the thing like Bucky wouldn’t notice. Upon entering the bathroom, Peter was soaked from head to toe, struggling to bathe a scruffy stray dog who was much too entertained by the pool of water around him.

“Um..! I know what it looks like but hear me out!”

“Peter-“

“Listen! Just- he’s so sweet and started following me home! I couldn’t just leave him on the streets!”

“Peter you know we can’t keep him…”

“But- Bucky! Why not…?” Peter asked, his gleeful face falling.

Bucky stepped inside the bathroom and kneeled beside his boyfriend, stroking the dogs neck before his fingers caught onto a collar which had been buried and almost impossible to see underneath his knotted fur, “See? He already has an owner. They’re probably besides themselves trying to find him… We need to do the right thing, Pete.”

Peter’s eyes immediately started to well up with tears. He wanted to keep the sweet dog so badly but he couldn’t keep him from his proper owners. With a solemn nod, that night they contacted the number on the dog’s tag. The owner cried over the phone and thanked them profusely for finding their precious Cooper. In an hour the pair were reunited.

That night Peter cried too. He tucked himself in Bucky’s arms as they laid in bed. Wet tears soaked the larger man’s chest but he didn’t mind. He stroked Peter’s back and coed softly in his ear as he cried himself to sleep.

Something in Bucky broke that night. One might call it his resolve.

In the morning Peter rose slowly. His cheeks were red and blotchy, the faint dried lines of tears still visible. Bucky convinced Peter to get dressed since he had a surprise. The spiderling wasn’t up to it but did so anyways, he could never say no to his boyfriend.

Bucky silently drove them to the nearest shelter. He didn’t tell Peter where they were going until the little thing realized and lit up, excitement bubbling within him making him restless on the cars seat. When they pulled to a stop Peter all but dragged Bucky in, nervously swaying on his heels as they waited for a worker to let them in.

The shelter had dogs of every breed and size but of course nothing caught Peter’s eye. That was until they passed the puppy section.

He was beside himself, petting and cuddling every pup that came his way. Bucky chuckled as he fawned over each one.

“Can we take all of them? I don’t know which one to pick!!”

“You’ll know when you see them, promise doll.” Bucky reassured.

20 minutes later they saw the one. It was a tiny pup, the runt of its litter. He was black and brown with a white underbelly and face. His fur was thick and soft, making him look much larger than he actually was. The thing stumbled as he tried to run up to Peter’s heel in greeting. Peter almost didn’t see him as he went to pet another pooch. As soon as he saw him the search was over.

Peter was in awe as he scooped him up and giggled. The pup licked his chin and cheeks, covering what previously had tears with spit. Turning around, big doe eyes met Bucky’s, silently begging and confirming that this was the one.

The adoption was swift and naming it was even shifter. Sergeant. It had Bucky rolling his eyes but Peter clutching the fur ball tighter.

Peter smiled fondly, a tenderness filling his features, “Welcome home, Sergeant…”

Bucky couldn’t help but melt.

[lemonpeter]

Fisting pt 2

I know kinktober ended a month ago and I posted about writing this a few weeks ago. Life has been hard lol but here it is now. I hope everyone enjoys 🧡

A part 2 to this

Warnings: fisting. That’s really it. Just nff, exactly what it says on the tin lol

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“... Now turn over.”

Peter grinned at the words, instantly complying. He was glad that he was getting his way. Not that he much doubted that he wouldn’t.

The only bit of doubt that had clouded his idea was the fact that he knew Bucky was still a bit nervous about going too far. His partner always had the fear that he would hurt him.

He never did, but the thought still made him pause. Or stop activities altogether.

So Peter had been pretty sure he would agree, but was still pleasantly surprised when he did.

He relaxed against the bed, arms crossed so that he could rest his cheek against his own bicep as he waited.

It was a few moments before anything else happened. But he knew that he would just have to be patient. That was the only way that anything would happen. He liked to mouth off and be a brat, but Bucky needed his patience and he knew that. So he did his best.

A couple of moments later, he felt cold, slick liquid being poured onto the crack of his ass after a hand pulled the cheeks apart. He shivered, both from the sudden shock and the anticipation.

“Don’t want to hurt you, doll,” Bucky mumbled, sliding two fingers in the slick to spread it around Peter’s hole. “Gotta make sure we have enough.”

Peter closed his eyes, nodding. “We’re gonna have enough. Don’t worry. I know you won’t hurt me.”

A soft sigh left the man behind him, but he didn’t comment on it.

Bucky slowly worked one finger in, nervously biting at the inside of his cheek at the tightness. He was absolutely terrified that Peter would get hurt if he tried to take all of his hand.

But slowly the tight muscle loosened up, giving way and allowing for the older man to press in a second and then a third finger.

Peter was mewling, hands gripping at the sheets underneath him as he took everything he was given. He felt so full already and he knew there was still so much to come.

After thrusting the fingers for a bit, listening to the sounds that Peter made, Bucky very slowly added his pinky finger.

Then all was left was his thumb. And actually getting the heel of his hand in, of course. That would likely be the hardest part.

But he found that he stopped dreading it. And started being excited for it.

He loved the noises that Peter made, all the sweetest moans and whimpers that left him as Bucky’s fingers worked him as deep as they could go. The best sounds were when his prostate was rubbed against and he cried out, entire body jerking with the pleasure and sensitivity.

“Just one finger left, babydoll. You think you’re ready for it?” Bucky asked softly, still working his fingers in and out.

Peter nodded quickly, a choked moan leaving him. “Yes! Oh god, yes, put it in me!”

The older man’s cock twitched from in his jeans at the comment and he had to bite his tongue to keep from moaning. “I’ll give it to you, baby.”

He slowly spread his fingers before bringing them all together, essentially folding his hand in order to get his thumb into a position where it could slip inside with the rest.

Peter cried out, weak sobbing sounds leaving him as he felt the rest of Bucky’s hand being pushed into him. “Oh god, oh god, Bucky, I’m-“

“Dont cum yet, babydoll,” the older man murmured. “Just wait.”

Peter nodded weakly, eyelids fluttering as he listened. He was already fucked out from the intensity of the situation. It didn’t take much to make him sensitive and having his boyfriend’s entire fist inside of him definitely was enough to make him squirm and cry.

Bucky slowly pulled his fingers in, hand moving to form a fist while still inside of the younger man. He moved the hand slowly and groaned at the noises it pulled from Peter.

“I can’t hold back,” Peter whimpered suddenly.

His entire body was trembling with the pleasure and the effort he was using to keep from cumming.

So Bucky nodded, fist still slowly moving to keep Peter on the edge. “You can cum now, Peter. It’s okay. Go ahead,” he encouraged.

With the permission, Peter cried out. His hips jerked weakly as he came. His cock twitched and spurted cum onto the bed beneath him as he clenched hard around the fist still working his ass.

Bucky groaned, helping Peter ride out his high before slowly and gently pulling his hand out.

A whimper was pulled from the younger man’s throat at the extra stimulation, but he quickly calmed down again. He went limp against the bed, breathing heavily. “That was...so amazing.”

His boyfriend grinned at him, obviously more relaxed than he had been at first. “I’m very glad you think so, babydoll. That was actually really fun,” he admitted.

“Maybe next time we could try the metal one?” Peter asked hopefully.

Silence for a moment before Bucky laughed. “Sure. Maybe we could try that. Maybe.”

And with that, Peter curled up without another care, and let himself drift off to sleep.

[prettyboy-parker]

winterspider: caring

summary: peter says he’s sick, so bucky goes to check on his best friend.

warnings: high school, abo dynamics, dubcon

***

bucky: hey i’m here at your apartment will you let me in?

bucky: i know you said you didn’t want me to come over

bucky: but i’m worried

Bucky looks up from his cracked phone screen and at Peter’s apartment building. He hasn’t even read the messages since early this morning, which has been bugging Bucky all day. He half wants to turn around and go home, since Peter told him not to come over. But his aunt isn’t home, and what if something bad happened? Like his appendix burst or he fell and hit his head?

Bucky tucks his phone in the pocket of his leather jacket and heads to the front door.

He’s been to Peter’s more times than he can count. He’s been up the flights of stairs, he’s slipped the spare key from under their welcome mat plenty of times. So why does he feel so nervous? Probably because Peter explicitly asked him not to come over.

Probably.

The first thing that hits him when he opens the door is the smell. It smells like Peter’s usual flowery scent, but 100 times more potent. His throat feels thick as he breathes in the mouth-watering aroma of his best friend.

Best friend, Bucky. Nothing more, he thinks, silently cursing himself. The door shuts behind him with a soft click. The living room and kitchen look mostly untouched, with no sign of Peter.

“Pete?” Bucky calls out, hoping for an answer from the boy. But he gets nothing. Bucky frowns and slowly rounds the corner to go to Peter’s room. As he walks down the hall, he catches a soft whimper from Peter’s room. Nerves bubble in his stomach when he reaches his door. A few more whimpers escape the crack between the door and the frame, as well as-

A moan?

Wow, Bucky does not have the braincell today.

Of course Peter’s in heat. Of course he is. And of course Bucky is the idiot who decided to come over. He knows he should leave without a trace. The good, best-friend thing to do would be just to leave. His hand cautiously hovers over the old door handle.

He pushes open the door.

The sight on the other side is one that he’ll never forget.

Peter is on his hands and knees in a pile of blankets and pillows on the floor. His eyes are squeezed shut in pleasure, and his pink lips are parted. He’s completely naked, miles of flushed, pale skin on display. One hand is behind him, thrusting a baby blue knotting dildo in and out of his loose hole. Fresh, glistening slick coats the inside of his thighs. His cock bobs in the air, leaking precum all over his nest.

“Fuck.”

Peter freezes and his eyes fly open.

“Bucky!” He shrieks, yanking the toy out of him and scrambling for a blanket. Bucky snaps out of his trance and averts his eyes respectfully.

“Shit, Peter, I’m so sorry,” He babbles, guilt washing over him. He stares directly at the hardwood floor, his stomach in knots. There’s no way he’ll be able to fix this. Over the heartbeat in his ears, Peter speaks.

“Bucky? You can look now.”

Bucky looks up, nervously shifting on his feet. Peter stares at him with his big, doe eyes, pulling his blanket tighter around his shoulders. His chestnut curls are messy and his face is on fire.

“It hurts,” Peter croaks, tears nearly pricking the corners of his eyes. The crack in his voice hurts Bucky’s heart. He absolutely hates when Peter’s in pain, whether it’s a scraped knee or a broken arm.

“Pete,” Bucky breathes, shutting the door behind him and walking forward. He stands at the edge of Peter’s nest awkwardly.

“Sit down,” Peter says softly. Bucky lowers himself onto the blankets carefully. He can feel the heat radiating off of Peter, the poor thing.

“I’m really sorry,” Bucky says again, resting his hands in his laps. Peter laughs tiredly, nudging the older boy with his shoulder.

“Don’t be,” He mumbles, bashfully looking at Bucky through his long lashes. He leans closer and sniffs. “Y-You smell really good.”

Bucky clenches his jaw.

“Peter,” He says quietly, heart in his throat.

Peter leans in and kisses him.

It takes him by surprise and takes his breath away. He’s been waiting for this moment since 7th grade gym class. (Thankfully, he’s more experienced now.)

Bucky leans into the kiss, cupping Peter’s squishy cheek in his hand. He’s so soft, like a flower petal or a-well, Bucky doesn’t really know. All he knows is he’s kissing Peter Parker.

The omega drops the blanket off of his shoulders and wraps his arms around Bucky’s torso. Bucky takes Peter’s bottom lip between his teeth, earning a soft groan from the boy. The alpha rests his free hand on the curve of Peter’s hip.

They sit there kissing for a little bit before Bucky moves from his lips to his neck.

“Buck,” Peter moans, tilting his head to give him more access. Bucky grazes his teeth over Peter’s swollen mating gland. The younger boy yelps and jerks his hips forward.

“I’ve been waiting 5 years to do that,” Bucky groans against Peter’s warm skin. The omega pulls at the hem of his jacket.

“Clothes off,” He orders, trying to pull Bucky’s jacket off his body. The alpha pulls away, quickly shucking off his jacket and yanking his shirt over his head. Peter looks at him with the biggest eyes ever.

“Alpha,” He whispers, which sends Bucky into a frenzy.

He rushes forward and presses his lips to Peter’s again. The boy squeaks, but kisses back, lacing his fingers through Bucky’s newly cut hair. The alpha kisses Peter like he wants to drink him in.

“Bucky, take your pants off,” Peter groans, throwing the knit blanket off his lap. Bucky immediately gets distracted by Peter’s tiny cock. It’s so pretty, the tip flushed a sweet pink and so small it could fit in Bucky’s palm.

“Come on,” Peter urges, grinding his cock down onto the pillows and blankets. Bucky shakily unties the laces of his combat boots, kicking them off and removing his socks, pants, and boxers. His rock-hard cock hits his abs with a wet slap. Peter moans at the sight of it, seemingly clutching the sheet beneath him for patience.

“Do you have condoms in here, doll?” He asks, stifling a smirk at how Peter’s gazes at the alpha’s dick.

“In my nightstand,” Peter tells him eagerly, jerking his cock slowly. Bucky stands up and stumbles over to the drawer, grabbing the condom hurriedly. He rips open the wrapper and rolls the rubber onto his aching dick, groaning at the slight relief. When he turns back around, his breath catches in his throat.

Peter is back on his hands and knees, ass sticking out in the air, presenting for Bucky.

A low growl erupts in the older boy’s throat at the sight, as well as the smell of their pheromones mixing together in the air.

“Fucking hell, look at you,” He rumbles, falling to his knees right behind the boy. Peter whines and pushes his ass backwards, giving Bucky the most perfect view of his tight, wet hole. The older boy runs his thumb along the rim of it, snorting when he sees the omega’s cock jump from underneath him.

Bucky can’t take it anymore.

He presses the thick tip of his dick into Peter’s hole, both boys groaning at the sensation. Bucky grips Peter’s hips with his hand as he slowly sinks in all the way, his balls pressed close to the younger’s ass. He’s so fucking tight and wet and perfect.

“Alpha, please fuck me,” Peter asks so sweetly.

How could Bucky ever deny that?

The alpha sets a brutal pace, the sound of their moans and the slap of skin filling the small room. Peter clenches deliciously around his hard cock, so much that his knot already starts to swell. The omega’s own cock is twitching while he’s letting out soft mewls of pleasure and punched-out breaths.

“Oh fuck, alpha,” Peter yelps between huffs, his body nearly going limp from pleasure. A quiet ‘omega’ leaves Bucky’s lips. “I-I can feel your knot.”

And, yeah, Bucky can feel it too. It’s starting to catch on the rim of Peter’s hole, sending extra spikes of pleasure up the alpha’s cock.

“I wanna cum on your knot,” Peter moans, back arching as Bucky speeds up his thrusts. He has to adjust his footing “Stuff my full of your cum, alpha. Knot me.”

Peter’s babbling is what makes Bucky lose it. With one final thrust, his knot slips into place he cums with a warbled groan, filling the condom up quickly. Peter screams when the older boy takes his small cock in hand, and after a couple of strokes, he’s cumming too. The omega pulses around his sensitive knot, pulling a muffled curse from Bucky’s lips.

“Feelin’ better, baby?” He asks when they both catch their breath. Peter laughs softly and nods. He seems like he could fall asleep any second, so Bucky maneuvers them into a spooning position in the nest. His knot won’t go down for a while, so he wants to make sure Peter’s as comfortable as possible.

“Much,” The younger boy sighs, letting Bucky wrap his arm around his torso. The alpha presses a kiss to the back of his neck. “You know, I think Tony has a bet going.”

“On what?” Bucky chuckles, running his fingers through Peter’s sweaty curls. He still smells so good, like flowers and sex and Bucky.

“Us, dumbass,” Peter snorts, his voice slightly muffled from the pillow. Bucky tucks his face in the crook of the boy’s neck.

“Yeah, us. So-um, what about us?” He asks, biting his lip nervously.

“Hush. I like you, okay?” Peter says softly, and Bucky rolls his eyes. “I’m exhausted. Let’s sleep, then fuck again, and then talk.”

Bucky just chuckles softly. He knows omegas can get super cranky during heat.

“Whatever you say, doll face. Get some rest.”

***

May finds them curled up in the nest when she gets home.

[starkeristheendgame]

Complicated Boyfriends and Cute Waiters

Just a little something for @starkerchemistry​ for all the love she threw at Complicated Boyfriends and Kidnapping. Also, pls reminds Chems of how amazing her work is bc the lil shit disagrees >:( Also for @starkerintheparker​ because I keep converting her to WinterSpider >;D WinterIronSpider.

Tony takes one look at his waiter and sighs heavily.

Not because there’s anything wrong; no. In fact, the plush lips and the shaped jaw and the mop of curls desperately styled into something resembling purposeful mess is actually quite pleasing. The large, honey eyes that widen in recognition don’t hurt either.

No. It’s because Tony knows Bucky is going to take one look at this twinky little slip in his smart shirt and his tie and he’s going to want.

And Tony so had been looking forwards to a quiet evening. A little wine, some $80 salmon and perhaps even getting dicked down into the next fortnight by his boyfriend. The standard casual night in.

“Mr. Iron Stark” the boy whelped, and immediately flushed scarlet at his mishap. Tony could only smile quietly into his book, endeared if a little mollified.

“I think ‘Tony’ would suffice” he responded demurely, sliding the bookmark into place and setting his book aside. The boy was now stood bolt upright, and had obviously steeled himself into giving the Best Service Ever, though he looked a little like he might crumble if Tony so much as looked at him for too long.

“Oh, god. Right. Yes. Mr - I mean, Tony. Of course. I’m sorry, I’ve only just started this job and I’m not used to...” The boy trailed off, clearly trying to think of a way to say ‘people like you’ without it coming across as a little insulting. Tony flashed him an easy, warm smile.

“Breathe, kid. I’m just like anyone else in person, I promise. How about you start me off with a nice, fruity red bottle and two double Presidential 25′s, if that’s okay? Take your time; Lord knows my boyfriend certainly is” he teased, head tipping as he disarmed the boy with another dazzling smile.

His waiter could only gape, before he shut his mouth with a painful sounding clack and spun on his heel, fleeing to the nether-regions of the employee zone. Tony gave an amused sound as he checked his phone. It wasn’t like Bucky to run late; that was Tony’s thing.

And then, like Beetlejuice and undoubtedly because Tony had been thinking of him, Bucky came sauntering into the restaurant like some sort of underwear model. His suit was a deep, silken black with a slightly lighter floral pattern in the fabric, the jacket hanging artfully off his shoulders as he swept the room for his lover.

His hair was styled neatly, and Tony still loved the more modernised cut that he’d opted for; longer on one side, layered and fluffy with bangs that fell over one eye constantly. His stubble was a neat shadow on his jaw, and his eyes focused on Tony with such intensity as he approached that Tony lifted a brow.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to out-do me” Tony greeted as he leaned back in his seat, enough that Bucky could duck down and suck his lower lip into his mouth for a brief but promising kiss.

“Actually, I’m just trying to do you” Bucky shot back shamelessly as he slid into his seat, one leg immediately finding Tony’s under the table to press against. Tony gave an indignant sound, because it was both a truth and a lie, but let it go as movement caught the corner of his eye. Much as he wanted to watch the boy approach, he turned back to Bucky.

Storm-grey eyes slid away, following the path his own had left, and oh, yes. There it was. The subtle up-down of Bucky’s lashes as he sized up the boy, the curl of a smirk at the corners of his mouth. Bucky’s gaze drifted back to Tony in an undeniable stake of predator-prey. Tony could only tip his head in response, smirking slowly.

“H-here. I’m so sorry it took a while” the boy fretted, balancing a tray neatly on one hand as he set a tumbler of whiskey opposite each man, complete with artful glass freezer cubes and an empty, polished wine glass besides that, setting the bottle of red - freshly corked - in the centre of the table. He had to lean over a little to do so, and you would have had to be blind to miss the way that Bucky leaned back to sweep over his body.

“What did I say, darling? Treat me like any other rich shmuck in this place. And don’t mind him, he only bites if you ask nicely” Tony hummed, gesturing to his boyfriend, who eyed him both like he wanted to throttle him and kiss him senseless. In Tony’s experience they often came one with the other regardless.

“I - Sorry?” It came out as a question, but the boy was flushed from hairline to shirt collar and fumbled with his notepad, hands a little shaky as he produced a pen from his breast pocket. “Um, are you ready to order? Or would you like me to give you another minute?” He asked, and it was impossible to miss the way his gaze flit between them, eyes raking their bodies like they were two cuts of steak he was trying to decide between.

“Oh, I think Bucky knows what he wants, alright” Tony purred in obvious, gleeful amusement. Bucky smiled at him in a flash of canine, but didn’t miss a beat as he tipped his head back, eyeing the waiter with a charming smile.

“I’ll settle for the stripped, gold-crust steak served rare, and your name, since this moron was clearly too impolite to ask”. And ooohhhh, wasn’t that a low blow to gain favour? Tony pressed the toes of his Louboutin’s into Bucky’s own none too gently.

“Peter” the waiter blurted, eyes flitting between them as he scribbled down Bucky’s order in impressive short-hand, gaze drifting to Tony, who only smiled serenely at his boyfriend.

“You’re so predictable. Always going for the tender, high-class meat. Always liking it raw” Tony purred, and they both knew he wasn’t talking about the steak. Bucky only gave an elegant shrug in response; at a loss to deny it. Peter was looking between them again, vaguely like he might know they were talking about sex, but unable to address it.

“What can I say? I like something solid to sink my teeth into. I like a little juice to lick at and taste. And you of all people know I prefer it raw” Bucky replied steadily, gaze not leaving Tony’s.

“I’ll have the salmon, please, Peter.” Tony hummed, gaze leaving Bucky to look sweetly up at the boy, who nodded and turned, striding away like he was desperate to run away. Tony let his gaze drop back to Bucky. “Less wolf, more fox. He’s a skittish young thing. Haven’t I taught you anything about hunting?” He sighed in mock admonishment and Bucky reached across the table to cup his jaw, smirking.

“Doll, I was fucking people in back-alleys long before you were born. You taught me nothing, old man”. And, well. Rude. “You’re right, though. We might spook him off at this rate. Last time I saw someone that red it was Clint, and he was choking on a mint”. Bucky leaned back, picking up his whiskey and taking an indulgent sip.

They made comfortable small-talk over the time it took for their meals to arrive, Tony lamenting the boredom he’d faced at the quarterly performance review and Bucky noting the progress he and Steve were making with their veteran programs. Tony was proud of his man, really. He’d come so far since Steve had shown up at the Tower with him, both sopping wet and bloodied.

Peter came back no longer than ten minutes later, a plate upon each hand. He delivered Tony’s first, bending down to slide the plate onto the table, and Tony couldn’t resist leaning over, flashing a sweet smile at the boy up close, where he could see flacks of green in his eyes. “Thank you, darling” he murmured, and Peter’s cheeks went red yet again, like Tony simply speaking to him was an activation button for a blush.

Bucky, the brat, had to go one extra. Instead of giving Peter room when the boy bent down he crowded in close, practically licking the shell of the boy’s ear as he whispered a sultry "Thanks, Doll”. Peter’s gaze jerked to Tony, alarmed, but Tony only half-rolled his eyes and picked up a delicate mouthful of smoked salmon.

“You’re a pest” he noted, once Peter had stammered his way into retreating once more. “I had a quiet evening planned” he added, as though it mattered. It didn’t. This practically was his quiet evening, he just now had two desserts instead of one. By the way Bucky eyed him, he knew that, too.

“Shut up and eat your fish” Bucky drawled, popping a cut of dripping steak with tiny flecks of gold powder into his mouth. Obnoxious prat.

But Tony did as told, polishing off the salmon and whiskey both, and filling their wine glasses with a generous serving. It was sweet and rich, just his taste, and he wondered if another waiter hadn’t advised Peter on which choice to bring. “So. The choice is yours” he announced after a pause, when Bucky had finished his own meal and was sniffing daintily at the wine.

“You wanna play sheepdog, or am I?” Bucky asks in answer, lips curving into a wicked smirk that has Tony grinning in response, leg twisting around Bucky’s in a hidden touch. Tony shifted his wine glass in response, allowing a few measly drops to fall onto the edge of his jacket. Good thing he wore grey and hated this suit anyway, because that red wasn’t gonna come out.

Bucky only rolled his eyes, because they’d played this game before, and pushed to his feet. “Woof woof, bitch” Bucky murmured, low into Tony’s ear as he passed, and Tony resisted the urge to drag him back by his hair, to put him on his knees right then. Largely because of he had one more PR disaster this month Pepper got his custom Audi, and he only had four days to go.

It took another short collection of minutes for Peter to come practically skipping over; during which Tony had splashed a few more drops for good measure. “Oh, Peter. D’you think you could help a clumsy old man out? Buck’s gone on a phonecall and I tipped my wine” Tony pouted, putting on his best helpless, sweet aura. Peter’s eyes zeroed in on the red splashed at his hips, tongue peeking out like the solution was to lick it clean.

“Of course! I can - I’ll see if there’s any stuff behind the bar? I can be right back” Peter breathed, but Tony shook his head, pushing to stand. Peter’s eyes are wide now, like a startled deer. They’re stood close enough for Tony to note he has almost a full head on the boy. For a man who’s boyfriend towered over him, it made him rather smug.

“Oh, no need for all of that. Just come to the men’s with me to help me dab the wet patches, hm? At least I won’t reek like a wine cellar on the way home”. He added a charming smile for good measure, turning on his heel. He didn’t need to look to know Peter would follow obediently. Refusing Tony Stark wasn’t good for business, after-all.

Bucky is perfectly concealed when he swings the door open, shrugging out of his jacket and listening to the clack of another polished shoe on the tiles as Peter steps in after him, practically vibrating with nervous energy. Tony carelessly draped his jacket over the edge of the sink and begun to run the tap, because what was a story without details?

Peter hovered closer, clearly unsure of why it would take two men to wash a jacket. “I - What do you need me to do, Mr. Stark?” The boy asks not a moment later, and Tony can’t bite back a grin. Peter has wandered around to his right, which means when Bucky makes his dramatic entrance, it’s gonna be behind the kid.

“Oh, nothing you don’t want to, darling. But if you do want to, then just stand there and let me make you feel good, hm?” He asked, head tilting as he turned off the tap and took a step closer. The hitch of Peter’s breath is audible.

He doesn’t step away, though. Interesting.

“Y-You’re here with your boyfriend” Peter whimpered, even as Tony’s hands came up to his shoulders and chest, petting gently. He trembled under the touch, but didn’t back away, sucking his lower lip into his mouth. Over Peter’s shoulder Tony can see Bucky swing around the edge of a stall door, prowling quietly closer, but he doesn’t dare look up, doesn’t dare alert Peter of the predator at his heels.

“I wouldn’t worry about hurting my feelings, Doll” Bucky purred, low and raspy in Peter’s ear as he pressed up against Peter’s back, until the boy was a pretty little sandwich filler. Peter actually yelped, driving forwards into Tony’s chest, and Tony let his hands fall to slim hips, holding him steady.

“Now, Bucky” he chided, voice softening. “What do we do before we play?” He asked, arching a brow as Peter panted between them. Bucky cast him a pouty but gentle look.

“We ask for consent” he hummed, metal hand reaching up to gently brush aside a curl when Peter whipped around to face him, lips parted.

“Good boy” Tony murmured, gaze dropping back to Peter. They take a step away from him in unison, giving the poor thing some room to breathe. “So. That means you can tell us to stop, and we’ll walk out, pay our bill, and we won’t approach you this way again. Or...You can say yes, and we’ll be gentle, but we’ll make you feel good” he continued.

Peter shifted between them, looking cautious but also like he was two breaths away from sinking to his knees. His voice is small, rough when he finally speaks. “If...What will you do? To make me feel good?” He whispered, and Tony and Bucky wore matching, slow smirks.

“Well. I’m more of a practical person” Tony drawled, eyes roaming Peter’s face for confirmation. He found it in a weak nod, the boy’s pupils blowing as he advanced closer and reached out, him and Bucky closing Peter between them once again. Peter was small between them, lips bitten and eyes wild as Bucky reached down, sliding metal fingers along the curve of his ass and between his thighs, rubbing there like you’d finger a girl, his other hand winding around to press flat over Peter’s stomach.

A wrecked, torn sound slips from Peter’s throat, practically collapsing against Bucky as Tony’s hand dripped down, palming over the half-hard bulge there none too teasingly, the other hand cupping his jaw and tipping his head.

“We’ve maybe got five minutes or less” Tony breathed, licking into the corner of Peter’s plush, pink mouth as Bucky pressed up against him, dropping to mouth at his neck. “I can think of a few things to do”.

[possibly-starker]

Art. [Winterspider]

⚠️ warning: smut ahead! ⚠️

It had been an awfully long time since Bucky had seen somebody as pretty as Tony Stark’s protégé. The kid looked like he belonged in a museum, or a highly gaurded vault, somewhere far, far away from Bucky and people like him. He’d break Peter down, ruin him for anybody else.

Peter was pure, he looked for the good in everyone, a trait Bucky never really had. Bucky had set strict boundaries for himself. The same kind of rules you’d see in a museum full of priceless art.

Look but don’t touch.

Bucky never was any good at following the rules.

So that’s how he ended up with the small thing whimpering underneath him, long strings of “Please, oh Bucky, oh please!” poured from Peter’s drooling mouth, followed by incoherent moans. Peter didn’t even know what he was begging for, but Bucky was going to give it to him. Even fucked out and filled with Bucky’s cum, the teen looked like a painting, bleary eyes, swollen mouth and all.

So it had been a long time since Bucky had met anyone as pretty as Peter Parker, and Bucky swore that pigs would fly before Bucky met anyone prettier.

(aaaa! it’s my first fanfic on tumblr! i’m sorry if it’s weird, haha, i haven’t exactly figured out how to work tumblr mobile since my computer shat itself. please remember that english is not my first language, so if something doesn’t sound right, that’s probably why!)

[otpcutie]

Otpcutie’s Hot Bucky Summer Masterlist — My completed @buckybarnesevents prompts, for Hot Bucky Summer 2023.

A/N: I accomplished my goal of completing 13/13 prompts, woo!!

1. Caress (M, 0.5k) | Week 1: Lingerie + Collars

Summary (Stucky): Bucky admires his reflection.

Contains: sub Bucky, kept boy Bucky, Daddy Steve, lingerie, mirrors, sexual exploration, Bucky being turned on by his reflection (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

2. Steve’s Night Off, Chapter 1: Sparks Fly (M, 3.4k) | Week 2: Daddy

Summary (Stucky): Steve meets Bucky in a bar.

Chapter summary: Steve and Bucky hit it off.

Contains: unhappily married Steve, Steve cheats on Peggy with Bucky, older Steve/younger Bucky, Bucky in a skirt, lingerie, flirting, teasing, Daddy kink, dorks falling in love (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

3. Steve’s Night Off, Chapter 2: Falling (E, 4.1k) | Week 3: Kneeling

Summary (Stucky): Steve meets Bucky in a bar.

Chapter summary: Steve takes Bucky to his hotel, where their sexual tension reaches a boiling point.

Contains: unhappily married Steve, Steve cheats on Peggy with Bucky, older Steve/younger Bucky, Bucky in a skirt/lingerie, flirting, teasing, Daddy kink, dorks falling in love, fluff, horny boys, smut (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

4. The Bait (T, 0.7k) | Week 4: Free week, “C” (crime solving)

Summary (Stony): Tony goes undercover as an escort for a case.

Contains: Detective AU, grumpy Steve, jealousy, besties/work partners Steve & Bucky, pining Steve, Bucky is fed up with it, escort Peter, implied Bucky/Peter, pining, angst, love confession (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

5. The Upside (E, 2.8k) | Week 5: Electricity + Fireworks

Summary (Winteriron): Tony and Bucky give each other permission to get off while body swapped.

Contains: body swap AU, found family, transguy Tony, flirting, teasing, mutual pining, boys in love, fluff, jerking off, smut (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

6. All In, Chapter 1: Uncertainty (E, 0.7k) | Week 5: “How do you want me?”

Summary (Stucky): Bucky makes his Daddy Steve (the President) jealous. Steve is clueless as to why.

Contains: President Steve, journalist Bucky, secret relationship, D/s, Daddy Steve, brat Bucky, age difference, jealousy, Bucky is a little shit (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

7. Sub Bucky and his Domme [moodboard] | Week 7: “Who’s this?” + My lover + My pet

Contains: Sub Bucky, Domme Nat

Links: Tumblr

8. Business (M, 1.5k) | Week 8: “How did you meet?”

Summary (Winterspider): Peter is ‘given’ to Mafia Boss Bucky. Or so he thinks.

Contains: Mafia AU, Mafia Boss Bucky, Russian Bucky, adult Peter, sex worker Peter, dark Peter, Peter is a little shit, age difference, possessiveness (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

9. Stucky AU: Summer Vacation [moodboard] | Week 9: Free week, “S” (Summer vacation)

Contains: Steve/Bucky, beach vacation

Link: Tumblr

10. Stucky AU: Spa Day [moodboard + snippet] | Week 10: “Long day at work?” + Massages + Bath

Contains: spa day, older Steve/younger Bucky, massage therapist Bucky, crushes

Link: Tumblr

11. Winter Soldier aesthetic (Green) [moodboard] | Week 11: Green

Contains: Winter Soldier Bucky

Link: Tumblr

12. Starshine (M, 1k) | Week 12: “Who’s my __?”

Summary (Stucky): Bucky takes care of his kitten after they’ve played.

Contains: Omegaverse, D/s, Alpha/Daddy Bucky, Omega/kitten Steve, beefy sub Steve, kitten play, fluff, aftercare, nonbinary Steve, Steve uses it/its pronouns (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

13. Bucky Barnes AU: Baker!Bucky [moodboard] | Week 13: Free week, “B” (Baker Bucky + Business owner)

Contains: Baker Bucky, coffee shop AU, cafe owner Bucky, barista Bucky

Link: Tumblr

Event photo list below the cut:

[harryspet]

caged bird [2] s.rogers, p.parker & b.barnes

[Warnings] dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!peter parker x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader, polyamory, prison au, noncon/dubcon sex, this plot scenario is still very unrealistic but oh well,  fingering, manipulation, dominants/submissive, mentions of oral sex, possessive!steve!bucky!peter, unprotected sex, hella angst, shower sex, public (?) sex READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

A/N: this is the sequel to like a really f’d up situation so enjoy :):):) 

In which the Cage teaches you the first of many lessons. 

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part one main masterlist

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You held onto the tile in front of you, warm water splashing down on your naked figure, as you tried to keep your feet from slipping. You didn’t know your body could go through withdrawals in this way.

All the boys were like this, each bringing something different when they were pounding away at your innocence. Bucky was always a rough and unforgiving lover, Peter was gentle and giving, and Steve was simply commanding. He was so in control of himself, his movements, and his wants that it was no wonder you fell under his spell so quickly. What he wanted, you did, because it was almost like you couldn’t make your own decisions around him. He was so sure of himself and your wants and needs. How could someone know what you wanted and needed more than yourself?

Bucky was usually on a mission to make you cum as hard as you could. Today, however, it seemed he was in a teasing mood. The first time he brought you close to your climax, you were begging, “Please, please, please,” You were hyperventilating, Bucky admiring the way your hips were shaking as you tried to use your leftover energy to grind against his fingers. Your lashes were fluttering … so close to rolling to the back of your head -- until he suddenly stopped. 

You turned your head, looking down at the soldier who was knelt down below you. He looked amused, still holding your hips in place, as he placed a kiss on your bare bottom. He massaged your thighs, his fingers grazing along your swollen lips, but not giving you that satisfaction you were looking for.

“Bucky …” You whined and didn’t recognize your own voice. Most of the time you didn’t recognize the person that these boys were turning you into. Your entire life you’d been having boring, vanilla sex and just a taste of the wild side was turning you into a crazed maniac. It probably didn’t help that you were in prison where having sex took great planning and a good amount of luck when it came to avoiding guards. Peter, standing outside the showers, hadn’t given Bucky the signal that trouble was near. 

“Oh, you want to come?”

You nodded, “Y-Yes, yes -- ah!” He dipped his fingers back inside. You adored that initial feeling, when he penetrated that wall and your lips parted in a gasp. 

He brought you even closer to your climax this time before taking his fingers away. Your face was warm with embarrassment at that point and you found yourself pulling away from him. That was a mistake and Bucky’s hands dug into your thighs as he set you back in your place. “You’re not gonna cum, doll.”

“Then how many times are you gonna-”

He shushed you, his hands massaging your thighs again, “As many as I like--” A sharp spank landed on your bottom and echoed throughout the empty shower room, “You like my fingers, don’t you? You should be having fun.”

You gritted your teeth when you felt his fingers enter you again, “Bucky, please, I don’t want you to anymore.”

He ignored you, slowly pumping his fingers in and out, “This time, I’m not gonna stop but you’re still not gonna cum. This pretty little cunt right here is mine so you’re not gonna come unless I say you can. Understand?”

You nodded though you weren’t sure how your body would be able to fight it, “If you cum I’m gonna bruise that bottom until you can’t sit down for a week.”  Bucky did as he said, this time adding another finger as he shoved them deep inside your warmth. You were on your tiptoes, your brain struggling to decide if you should feel pleasure or fear. 

When your orgasm felt like it was seconds away, you tried to focus on anything else, to run from it. Bucky smirked as he felt you wrap tighter around him and only went deeper and harder, “Can I cum?” You asked over again, trying to hold in the scream you wanted to let out. Bucky was silent. You could deny that overwhelming feeling only once before you knew that your body was cave in. You scrambled away from him as fast as you could, the only reason that you didn’t finish being that you escaped his fingers. You landed on your bottom, your legs shaking, as you tried to stop your body from convulsing. 

Bucky stood up, and you realized that the member between his legs was standing at attention, “You’ve got some time before your shift. Why don’t you finish me off, doll?”

+

“Another lap,” Bucky said, not looking up at you as he flipped through some Victoria’s Secret catalog. Your forehead was drenched with sweat, your jumpsuit pulled down to your waist with the sleeves wrapped around your torso. 

“I can’t-” You barely could get out the words, bending over to rest your hands on your thighs, “Please.”

The sun was beating down so hard that you thought you might pass out, “Another lap, hon. Thirty laps, Steve’s orders.”

“Six more and you’re done,” Peter chimed in, doing his best to add a comforting smile. They stood together on the fence but Steve was nowhere to be found. 

“This isn’t fair!” You exclaimed, expelling what little air was left in your chest, “It’s embarrassing a-and …. I’m gonna throw up.” Peter immediately took a concerned step toward you but Bucky flashed him a warning look. That’s how the chain of command worked around her. Steve was the boss of Bucky, Bucky got to boss Peter around and Peter wasn’t as much of an asshole to you but he had his moments too. 

“Go on and throw up, hon. Maybe you’ll feel better and then you can finish the rest of the laps,” Bucky said, with little sympathy in his tone. 

“I hate you all,” Your head pounded with anger and you began to think those next six laps were worse than Steve’s wrath. You hated being on full display for everyone on the yard, although you were untouchable, you felt like a dancing monkey. “If Steve has a problem with me, he can discuss it with me. I’m already in prison so why do I have to face his punishment too? I’m going inside!”

“Y/N,” Peter spoke, his voice clearly tired and annoyed. 

“Let her go,” You heard Bucky chuckle, “She’s grumpy because she didn’t get to come this morning. Girls are like that.”

You were already walking toward the door that Hela was standing guard nearby, “Problems with the husband back at home?” Hela smirked though she didn’t meet your eye.

“He is not my husband and this place is not my home,” You weren’t sure why you took the bait. Maybe the sun and the hard labor had pushed you to your limit, “You were the one who told me to latch onto a group.”

She finally glanced toward you, like giving you her attention was beneath her, and looked your disheveled figure over, “I know. You’ve got it much better than you think, sweetie. If there’s a paradise inside the Cage, you’re living there.” You shook your head, nothing else on your tongue, as you stepped past her. You wouldn’t argue with her when the real person you were angry with was Steve. You cared little about how gross you looked as you marched through The Cage, only slowing your pace when a guard told you to. 

You weren’t supposed to walk alone through this place, a rule of Steve’s you were currently breaking and you were sure Bucky or Peter would snitch on you. Peter was always loyal to Steve but Bucky could be bought with a little extra affection. 

You found Steve in the TV room playing a game of spades with Lang, Barton and Rhodes. It seemed a lot of big ticket items were being gambled including one of Wilson’s famous commissary cakes. It was a wonder what he could do with a few oreos, milk and -- disgustingly -- mayonnaise. 

“Y/N,” Steve looked up as you entered the room. If he was bothered by your appearance or the fact that you were alone, he didn’t show it. He simply brought his cards close to his chest and leaned back in his chair, “Finish your laps?”

“No,” You crossed your arms and it seemed to go quiet in the room. 

“And why is it that you think you can disobey my orders?” He was genuinely curious and it was clear by his steady gaze that he was waiting for you to back down. 

“Because I’m not a child,” The men at the table seemed to avert their eyes from you and Steve, “I didn’t do anything wrong and you can’t just punish me like I did.”

“What makes you think you didn’t do anything wrong?” There was something boiling underneath his surface, a wild beast you were poking at through its cage. That humiliation you felt this morning in the showers was enough and now it felt like he was punishing you in front of the entire prison. The reason you joined them was because you didn’t want to be perceived as weak but now all you were perceived as was being their pet. 

“Because y-you’re just a power hungry maniac!” He nodded, angling his head as he listened, “You’re no better than the guards, treating people like puppets, and m-making everyone fear you. Cap without the shield, without a country to protect, is just like the fascists you used to fight against.”

You found yourself smiling, a part of you feeling relieved that you had gotten that off your chest. In standing up to Steve, you felt like you were standing up to this incredibly shitty situation you had been put into. From the beginning, Peter had warned you not to be weak and even encouraged you to pick a fight with someone else to show your dominance. 

As Steve stood from his chair, his shadow falling over your figure, you realized he was the exact wrong person to pick a fight with, “What else?”

You didn’t falter like he wanted you to. You felt proud for standing your ground until you fumbled your words, “Well … you’re a … you’re a jerk --”

As if on cue, the prison’s deafening alarm went off and sent everyone in the room clambering to the ground. It was a signal that something had gone wrong somewhere in the prison and that we needed to stay where we were so that we could be counted. However, Steve stopped you from lowering yourself to the dirty floor, grabbing your upper arm and pulling you out into the hallway. 

He said something, the words stern by the expression on his face but the sound was so loud that you could barely hear yourself thinking. After walking over inmates who’d followed the rules, laying on the ground with their hands over their ears, Steve pushed you into one of the janitor closets before a guard could come around the corner and spot you. 

The sounds of the alarm became muffled and the fear of being caught was soon replaced by the fear of the angry man towering over you, “Do you know why I keep you around, little girl?” You stared up at him with wide eyes as he pressed you against the wall, “It’s definitely not because I want to be back talked to in front of my men? Men who’s respect I’ve worked hard to earn.”

“And what about my respect?” Steve grabbed your face, pinching your jaw and cheeks with his calloused hands. 

He shushed you, “I keep you protected, don’t I?” You didn’t respond, couldn’t respond, with his grip on your face. It didn’t matter because his questions were rhetorical, “I keep you away from Rumlow and I got you a better job in the library. Without me, you wouldn’t last two days in gen pop. Would you rather be on your own?”

The last question wasn’t rhetorical and, although you didn’t answer, he moved your face side to side as if to speak for you. He controlled you like a puppet, “I know you don’t. Now, with that in mind, I have to remind you of one of the rules. If you’re gonna run with us, I don’t want you associating with anyone else that’s not me, Peter or Bucky or someone that we trust.”

He let go of your mouth and you found yourself rubbing your sore cheeks, “You three are practically the only people I speak to so I don’t get it-”

He interrupted you, “What about your little friend in the library?”

Your eyebrows raised at first, unsure of who he was referring to, and then suddenly your entire day began to make sense. “Beck-”

“Yeah, him,” Jealousy, confusion and frustration swirled around in his eyes. You couldn’t imagine the blaring alarm in the background was helping the tension in the tiny closet, “You’re gonna stay away from him.”

“There’s nothing going on, Steve,” You said, dumbfounded, “We sometimes end up working at the same time and we talk about books. Nothing else. Just books.”

“I won’t take the risk,” He spoke sternly, “You fraternizing like that with other people, everyone will notice, and it doesn’t make me look good.”

This wasn’t a battle that you would win. You weren’t sure you could ever win against them. That’s why you tilted your head up to rest against the wall, breathing a sigh, “I can’t have one friend in this miserable place?” 

“Peter likes to read. And Peter’s your friend.”

“This is ridiculous.”

“Enough,” And that made it final. You felt him relax as his eyes raked over you. It was a wonder that he still saw your beauty through his rage and through your disheveled appearance. His eyes fell to your lips and you gulped, “That mouth is in desperate need of being occupied by something else other than talking back to me.”

+

“One more page and you have to go, I’m serious,” You looked around the corner of the bookshelf to check and see if Mr. Strange was still fast asleep behind his desk. You and Peter were sitting on the floor, deep into Of Mice and Men. The library wasn’t exactly stocked with any current best sellers so most of your options were either classics or books full of legal jargon. 

“...As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment … Then gradually time awakened again and moved sluggishly on. The horses stamped on the other side of the feeding racks and the halter chains clinked. Outside, the men's voices became louder and clearer...”

You looked down at Peter who had his head resting in your lap, his eyes full of the thoughts that were swirling around in his mind. You could’ve stayed like this with him for hours, if only you both didn’t have responsibilities and a life that was now scheduled out for you, “Alright, let’s stop there.”

“But we’re almost done,” Peter whined but you’d already closed the book, “I wanna finish!”

He sat up from his spot, resting on his elbows as he took in your face which was hiding your amusement with annoyance, “I have work to do,” You countered and he showed you a poor excuse of a puppy dog face, “And don’t you have somewhere that Steve needs you to be.”

Peter rolled his eyes and as you moved to pull in your legs and stand up, he put his arm over you and kept you from standing, “I think I’m right where I need to be,” He closed the distance between your faces, “I think you’re right where you need to be too.”

“Oh yeah?” You felt your heart race a bit and, for a moment, you felt the nostalgic feeling of having a school girl crush. 

His lips were gentle when they collided with yours and you happily accepted the warmth of them. You and Peter always seemed to have a natural rhythm, the way you switched from each other’s top and bottom lips, and the way you easily met in the middle. You felt his hand on your neck as he deepened the kiss and you realized that he was stealing time. It was time you would gladly let go if it always felt like this. 

Steve and Bucky’s kisses were hypnotizing in their own right but Peter’s helped you escape. You could forget that he was the one who led you into the lion’s den or maybe you could change your point of view. Maybe Peter was the one who saved you from the wrath of the Cage. 

You also couldn’t forget that you weren’t completely alone in the library and you pulled away from Peter to check if the coast was clear. Peter didn’t care, pulling you back, and you noticed his grip was much tighter than you. You went back to kissing in that soft but hot-blooded way and it was the kind of make out that made it so hard for you to not grind against his hand situated between your legs. 

“I know what you want,” Peter whispered against your lips.

“Peter,” You smiled back, opening your eyes to see that something had shifted in those innocent brown eyes of his, “I promise we will finish the book tomorrow-”

He cut you off, decided to attack your neck with his kisses. One of his hands brushed between your legs, sending your head tilting back as he moved up to grab your breasts. He grabbed, fondled, and held you in a way that made you feel like you were the only one for him. 

You felt something primal within you and you knew that, if you didn’t stop, you’d probably do something you regret. As you began to pull away, Peter said again, “I know what you want. Trust me.”

Peter ripped open your jumpsuit, sending a few buttons flying before grabbing your breasts again. You stopped moving your lips as Peter’s fingers trailed down to your panties. His lips kept you pinned against the bookshelf as he slipped his fingers inside you. You were embarrassed by how easily he slipped in and how ready your body was for him. 

Your mind flashed back to Bucky in the showers and you knew then that you’d feel even more humiliated if Peter was going to play the same game with you, “Please don’t,” You struggled to get the words out and he ignored them completely. You used all the strength you had to push at his shoulders. He was already gently working his fingers inside of you. You pushed him back, trying to crawl over him, but you quickly realized that it was only because he was allowing you to.

His finger slipped out of you and he managed to have you stuck straddling him for a moment. “Peter, please,” He was using your need for the two of you to be quiet, as to not wake Mr. Strange, to his advantage. You could feel how hard he was through both of your clothes and he was beginning to look more amused as you accidentally grinded against him in your attempt to crawl away. 

“I’m not gonna stop,” He held your hands against his chest as you looked down at him, “The wrestling is fun, Y/N, but you know you have to give me what I want, don’t you?”

You tried to relax your body and tried to think of ways you could relieve him without losing your job, “I’ll take care of you,” You hinted, still trying to whisper, “But you have to be quiet, please. And you have to leave right after.”

He sat up, leaving you still cradling his lap, as he kissed you again, “I think I want a little more than being taken care of,” He flashed you a mischievous smile before the wrestling began again. That time, you both ended up standing but you were hanging on to the bookcase as Peter took you from behind. He started slow and deep, like he was daring you to cry out in pleasure. A few gasps left your lips but you did you best to hold everything in. It was only when he picked up the pace, your skin slapping together, him taking one of your arms and pinning it behind your back so he could have more control, that you couldn’t contain it anymore. 

You were only slightly visible from behind the bookcase but you knew another could walk in at any minute. “Fuck, Peter, oh my god!” Peter always left you a shaking mess but he’d never been so rough with you. You betrayed yourself, wanting him even though he was toying with you. When you came around him, you felt a similar feeling to when Bucky left you in the showers. When you finally felt his warmth inside you, the remnants dripping down your legs, you were quick to reach down and pull your jumpsuit back over your top half. 

Peter was panting behind you, buttoning his own suit, as you realized that the entire top half of your suit was missing buttons. You looked at Peter and he reached out most likely to bring you into his arms but you were already storming away. He called out for you but ignored him. You were holding your top half together, making your way through the stacks when you bumped into a muscular chest.

“Y/N?” Quentin raised an eyebrow, taking in your appearance, and you immediately wondered how much he’d heard. You looked back to see Peter, his arms crossed, staring at the both of you and immediately pushed past Quentin towards the exit. This was his plan. This was all their plan in order to mark their territory. From now on, the next time you looked at Beck, you’d feel Peter dripping down your thigh. 

+

Prison wasn’t a place you could run away from your problems. If you were an actual criminal, this would be the time to reflect on your mistakes. Instead, you were left contemplating why the universe was so cruel to you. 

“I know you’re tired.”

“I’m not,” You didn’t meet his eyes as you stared through the bars of the tiny window. You had to step onto the metal toilet in order to see through it but it had become one of your favorite past times. 

You looked back to see that Steve wasn’t even looking at you but sitting on the bottom bunk, flipping through a newspaper. He had said before that it helped him feel like time was passing. The world going on just depressed you even further. Instead, you watched the miles and miles of nothing that surrounded you. 

You were beginning to zone out, your eyelids growing heavy when arms suddenly wrapped around your waist, lifting you away from the movie, “It’s bedtime.”

You frowned, disliking how he could so easily toss you around like a sack of potatoes. 

“I said I wasn’t tired,” You resisted but his grip only tightened as he set you down on the bed. The top bunk was basically an ornament to him because he didn’t allow you to use it. 

He grabbed your shoes, setting them to the side, as he settled in behind you. You replaced your jumpsuit from earlier with your second pair and Steve promised that he’d get you a new set. That was the bare minimum, you thought, and you wondered if he regretted all that he had put you through during the past two days. 

The small bed was barely big enough for him alone so you always ended up pressed right against him. Your bottom pressed against his crotch, his arms wrapped tightly around you, it was yet another reminder of who you belonged to, “Steve, please,” you whined.

He shushed you, “Just relax,” His warm breath on your ear sent a shiver down your spine. He nuzzled himself into you and you tried to force your body to relax, “You need your rest.”

He went quiet but thoughts were beginning to cross your mind, “Steve?”

He mumbled a sound to show he was listening.

“Is my punishment over now?” 

Steve felt you hiccup and he immediately tensed up, not understanding how tears could fall so quickly. He nuzzled your head into his chin, reaching around to hold your hand rather than your waist, “Yes, little one,” Another tear fell as you realized how much you missed the endearing nickname. You were always the weaker one so you sometimes forgot that Steve was the one who held onto you like a scared child holds a teddy bear. “We all have hard lessons to learn here. You’ll feel better tomorrow.”

You closed your eyes and chose to believe him. In the end, even though he clipped your wings, you were still his bird and he was still your protector.

[carelessannie]

Here’s some good Winterspider food, for this prompt by @femmeparker

Warnings: omegaverse, public stranger sex, intersex Omega, kinda soul mates? Mostly just fluff and smut, what’s new

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“Shh, shh sweetheart, it’s alright— I’ve got you.”

Fat tears roll down Peter’s cheeks as he nods, “We can’t… I’ve never…”

The sweet Alpha underneath him makes more shushing noises, bouncing him gently on his knot, already deep and blown wide, “I know, sweet Omega. We’re gonna… we’re gonna figure it out, okay?”

“Okay, Alpha,” Peter smiles weakly, feeling another load of cum pump into him, the Alpha’s cock sealed tight against his cervix and filling him up, breeding his tight hole right here in a fucking swivel office chair.

He doesn’t remember much about the last few minutes— just the haze of scent matching this Alpha, forcing him into the chair, and riding him until both of them were joined.

And now that they have a moment, Peter leans back a little bit and admires his new Alpha. He has a soft, shy smile with ice-blue eyes, filled with emotion and something deeper, something darker. His hair is chestnut brown, just like Peter’s, but instead of curls, this man has his longer hair swept back into an artfully messy bun. He’s beautiful, handsome, dashing— can’t be more than a few years older than Peter— and smells just like his nest at home. Just like him.

“Um, Alpha?” Peter preens a little when the Alpha’s eyes flutter at the name, “I just realized I don’t even know your name.”

His Alpha’s eyes widen, horror-stricken, “God, I can’t believe… shit, sorry sweetheart. Name’s James Barnes, but m’friends just call me Bucky.”

“James Barnes,” Peter tastes the name on his lips, “Bucky,” he ducks his chin and bats his eyelashes, giving the Alpha a playful grin, “and what should I call you, Alpha?”

Bucky just groans, throwing his head back as his hips thrust up helplessly, “Christ alive, Omega, you’re gonna give me a heart attack. You can call me whatever you’d like— although, maybe stay away from callin’ me Alpha right now, ‘les you want me to die where I sit.”

Peter giggles and squirms around, sighing in pleasure as Bucky’s cock hits all the right spots. He’s not sure how the Alpha’s cock even fit— he’s never been knotted before. Either way, he doesn’t plan to leave Bucky’s lap for a long time.

He realizes Bucky is staring at him, eyes half lidded and jaw dropped. Oh— he’s definitely been instinctually milking the Alpha’s knot, clenching and unclenching rhythmically, and causing Bucky to come again, weakly, with a drawn out whine.

“S-sorry,” his apology falls short, though, because Bucky just grips hips tighter, moving him in a circular grind that rubs his now straining cock and throbbing clit against Bucky’s abs, ramping up his pleasure further and further. After only a few more turns, Peter’s orgasm crests and he scrambles against Bucky’s chest, spilling clear and wet between their bodies.

Bucky just talks him through it. His fingers are gentle in Peter’s hair and he downright coos, using his strength to work Peter through every last drop of his release.

When he finally catches his breath, Peter realizes he’s collapsed against Bucky’s chest, sucking instinctively on his neck to release waves of content Alpha scent.

“Peter.”

Bucky hums, a small questioning noise, so Peter repeats himself, “Peter. That’s my name, Peter Stark.”

The large Alpha freezes under him, pulling gently on his shoulder until he can make eye contact. Peter doesn’t like the worry and terror he sees.

“You’re Tony Stark’s son?”

Peter tilts his head, “Yes? Why else would I just randomly be hanging out in his office?”

“Oh god, oh god— I thought… fuck! I thought maybe you were another intern here or something? Fuck, he’s gonna kill me. Or fire me, which is probably worse.”

“He won’t fire you, I’ll make sure of it.” Peter tries to give him a reassuring smile, but Bucky is already lost in his thoughts, trying to pull Peter off his knot which, ow. Kind of hurts. “Hey!” he grabs at Bucky’s hands, stilling the harsh movement, “don’t do that, it hurts.”

Bucky looks like he’s about to cry, and he holds Peter’s hands tenderly between his own, pressing sloppy kisses to his knuckles. “I-I’m sorry, Peter.” His voice is broken and destroyed, and Peter wants to cry with him. No one, not even his dad, will take this precious Alpha, his soft mate, away from him.

So Peter nuzzles back into his neck, offering his scent to try and soothe Bucky’s anxiety. Now it’s him comforting the big Alpha, whispering gently, “It’s okay, Bucky. We’re gonna face this together, alright? You’re my mate. Either we un-knot and face my dad with our pants on, or we—“

With impeccable Stark timing, Peter hears the office door swing open, his dad’s voice carrying, loudly, from a casual conversation with his assistant.

And then there’s just silence.

Peter maneuvers the chair, letting him turn sideways and see his dad standing in the doorway, phone and tablet and jaw dropped to the ground. His face displays a wide range of emotions before settling on a carefully controlled calm, the most terrifying of them all.

“Please tell me this is a fucking joke. Somehow. I’ll take anything, Peter.”

Peter turns his nose up and crosses his arms— which is probably hilarious in itself, considering both him and Bucky are bare and knotted together from the waist down.

“Dad, meet my scent mate— James Barnes.”