#winter solder

Thank you for the request! I had so much fun writing this and I hope you like it!

This is pretty much pure smut, the reader is described as female briefly. It does end fluffy though <3

Bucky wasn’t used to silence. Not during this, at least.

You were everything he could want, soft where he needed, sharp where it counted, and warm all over. But when it came to the bedroom, you were quiet. Not cold or withdrawn you kissed him back like you were starving, pulled him close like you’d never wanted to be separated again but your sounds were small. Barely there gasps, shaky breaths, the occasional hum that ghosted past his ear.

“You really think I don’t notice?” His voice was low, just barely brushing your ear. His breath was warm, his body already pressing you down into the mattress like he owned you. You swallowed. “Notice what?” Bucky dragged his metal hand up your thigh, parting you so easily with a casual possessiveness that made your breath hitch. “How quiet you are, baby. Damn near silent when I’m deep inside you.” You shifted, already wet from his voice alone. “I… I don’t mean to.”

“Oh, I know.” He kissed your throat, teeth grazing just enough to make you squirm. “Know you’re not doing it on purpose. But now I need to know what you sound like when you can’t keep it in.” You blinked up at him. “I’m gonna ruin that silence tonight.” His eyes darkened. “And you’re gonna thank me for it.”

You’re already trembling, soft gasps escaping as he lays you back on the sheets. His palm ghosts over your jaw, you flinch just the tiniest bit. Not in fear. In anticipation. Like you know he’s going to push. He leans in, voice low, dangerous. “Open.”

When your lips part for him, he almost groans. Fuck, she’s gonna be the death of me.

Two fingers slide between your lips, not deep, just enough to make you vulnerable. Exposed. Make you his. Now there was no way you could bite it back. Can’t muffle any sounds. Can’t shut him out. His breathing hitched as he took in the sight under him. You look up at him with wide eyes, already flushed, already wrecked before he’s even moved. “You look so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he murmurs, lining himself up. “Can’t wait to hear every noise you’ve been hiding.”

And when he thrusts into you; hard and deep your eyes roll back, mouth falls open wider around his fingers, and finally…

There. That moan. That sharp, perfect crack in the silence. He watches as you fall apart in real-time. Watches you try to fight it and fail. “Yeah, baby,” he growls, thrusting harder. “That’s it. Give it to me. Let me fuckin’ hear you.” Every noise you make is his reward. Every gasp, every whimper, every choked little sob it’s better than he ever imagined. He wants to pull them out of her like thread, unraveling her one noise at a time.

You cried out, the sound catching in your throat as your body arched beneath him. But you couldn’t bite your lip. Couldn’t bury your face. Couldn’t stay silent. Not like this. Not with him keeping your mouth open like a prize. “That’s it,” he growled, hips slamming into you again. “Fuck, you sound so pretty when you let go.” You whimpered a high, breathy noise you didn’t even recognize as your own. “That’s my girl,” he purred, rhythm ruthless. “Let me hear that sweet voice. You’ve been hiding it from me for so long.”

Each thrust dragged a different sound from you, shaky moans, breathless gasps, one broken little sob that made his eyes flash with pure hunger.

“Think you can stay quiet with me? When I’m this deep in your tight little pussy?” he taunted, mouth against your cheek now. “I don’t think so.”

You came with a cry that echoed in the room, your voice breaks, it’s raw and breathy, your whole body tightening around him. There was no way to stifle it, no way to mask it. And he smiled as he felt you clench around him, your thighs shaking, mouth still held wide by his fingers. But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop now that he had you where he’s been dying to have you.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he flipped you over, chest pressed down to the sheets, ass in the air. “Still got more in you?” he asked, cock dragging along your sensitive folds. You shivered. “Y-Yeah--”

“That’s what I thought.” He slid back in slower, then set a bruising pace, pulling your hips back to meet every thrust. You tried to hold in the whimpers, but they spilled out anyway. Bucky reached around to grip your jaw again not roughly, just firm, thumb dragging your bottom lip down. “No hiding,” he purred the reminder in your ear. “Not tonight. Not with me.” You came again, louder this time. Raw. Honest.

You were trembling in his arms, body limp from overstimulation, lips red from how much sound he’d pulled from you. He held you close now soft strokes between your thighs, kisses on your temple. But when you whined softly in his lap, trying to catch your breath, he chuckled darkly. “Still think you can stay quiet, doll?” You shook your head weakly. “That’s what I fuckin’ thought.”

Your throat was raw. Your body hums with the kind of satisfaction that feels bone-deep; it feels heavy, spent, and warm in a way that leaves you wordless. For once, your silence has nothing to do with shame. You’re quiet because he took everything from you, and you gave it willingly. Now, you’re wrapped in his arms, both of you still slick with sweat and breathless, your head tucked under his chin. His metal arm curls securely around your waist while the warmth of his flesh hand traces lazy circles over your back, grounding you, keeping you here. 

“You okay?” Bucky murmurs, voice rough with effort and something softer…concern? Affection?

You nod into his chest. “More than okay.” He kisses your forehead. “Didn’t push too hard?” You pull back just enough to meet his eyes. “No. You…It was amazing.” His gaze softens immediately, like hearing that gives him permission to relax. His thumb brushes your cheek. “You sounded so fuckin’ beautiful, baby,” he says, voice almost reverent. “Didn’t realize how much I needed to hear you.” 

You smile, a little shy again. “You make it easy. To just let go.” His brows pull slightly. “I never want you to think you have to stay quiet for me. I want all of it. Every sound, every word… even the messy ones.” You laugh softly, and he smiles at the sound like it’s his new favorite thing. “I didn’t think you’d care so much,” you admit. Bucky’s hand tilts your chin until you’re looking right at him. “I care about everything when it comes to you. Even the stuff you don’t say out loud.”

You kiss him, slow and thankful. And when he wraps you tighter against him, tucking the blanket around your legs, you let yourself melt into that feeling of safety, of softness, of being so utterly heard. Maybe tomorrow he’ll tease you for the sounds you made. Maybe he’ll chase them again. But right now?

He just holds you.  And for once, your silence means peace. Not hiding.

Like, obviously not in looks, but in morals and personality, they are almost exactly the same.

So imagine some sort of shit happens that results in Peter explaining why he became a hero so young, and he says something like

Peter: I never want to hurt anybody, but someone has to stop all the people who actually DO want to hurt others, and I have the abilities to. When bad things happen and you can stop them, but you don’t, it’s on you.

Recently I'm obsessed with piercings, especially back dermal and belly button piercings, why do they look so hot ? I don't know, I have no idea. And so I gotta project this to Peter and his men.

4 times people saw his piercings and one time he intentionally showed them.

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One night Peter had his suit broken down after stopping a mugger so he dropped by the Avengers Tower for a quick fix.

Tony was sitting alone in his lab, clearly having insomnia and mindlessly playing with his screwdriver.

"Babygirl, is Peter here yet ?"

"Not yet boss, he'll be here in a minute or two"

Tony groaned dramatically, he stood up and grabbed himself another cup of black coffee attempting to put his restless mind at peace.He was tired and his insomnia was a bitch, but he couldn't seem to bring himself to tinker like he used to so instead he just sat there staring at the walls.

Soon enough a small knock at the glass window broke the silence.

There could be only one person knocking at this hour and more over at this height.

Peter swung in and put his bag on the floor, the boy was too joyful for this haunted hour in the night.

"Mr.Stark, sorry to bother you I-" Tony put up his hand and stopped his protégé ramblings immediately before his ears suffered for the next 15 minutes.

"I get it, spare me your words." Tony massaged his eyebrows, his tone was tired though it didn't mask the concern at all. Peter rarely dropped by to get his suit fix, he will try to do it himself or just brush it off but this time ? He let Karen notify him.

"Give me the suit and we'll through this together yeah ?"

Peter just nodded and had Karen quickly instructed the nanites to pull off him. Slowly the nanites ran down his body to reveal a black undershirt - the one Tony customized for him due to his sensory issues after the bite.

Peter handed him the suit as Tony began to inspect the issue.

"Mr.Stark?" Peter called out while munching on his gummies worm.

"yeah ?"

"Do you mind if I get another undershirt and change it here ? This one is gross after a few swinging through the city."

"Sure go ahead kid"

Tony replied and pointed towards the closet near his IronMan suit.

Peter walked to the closet and pulled out one of the shirts as he got his current one off.

"Shit" Peter cursed under his breath.

Tony looked up wanting to ask before his breath got stuck in his throat.

...is that belly button piercing and waist chain ?

Peter was having a part of his waist chain stuck into the shirt, he tried to get it off but instead he got another part stuck into it now.

His naked upper body was glistening with a light coat of sweat that made his skin shine under the lab's light, clearly and toned pectoral muscles painted with two roses buds that fuck - Tony want to bite them, suck them, following further down was a flat stomach decorated with a gold waist chain with the middle section attached to a dangling spider theme red and blue spider belly button piercing.

The piercing was so cute, it made Tony want to lean down and tease it with his tongue. At the same time it looks so enticing - Tony didn't know Peter had that in him, I mean, in his mind Peter was nothing but a cute nerd that can punch holes in the walls.

Tony found himself getting lost staring at the waist chain and the piercing, it wasn't that he didn't see one before - believe him, he has seen enough. But god why does it look so delicious on Peter ?

So much so that it gave him a boner.

"Mr.Stark?"

"H-huh ? Yeah ?" Tony flinched finding Peter sent a worried look to his way.

"Are you okay ? You zoned out for a while there..."

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Usual stuff y'know ? Insomnia was a bitch."

Peter nodded, "it is a bitch"

Tony breathed out, hoping the boy didn't notice the way he was staring.

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The second time was when Peter took out his belly button piercing because he didn't want it to get lost when he dived into the pool with the other avengers during their vacation day.

Pardon him but that belly button jewelry was expensive and boy, he worked 2 months to be able to buy it - it looks cute though, it was a silver dangling web made out of chains that attached to a crystal stud.

So he only kept his back dermal one - just a simple pair of studs, nothing more.

The problem with this kind of piercing was ... It's to pick clothes that won't be uncomfortable to wear. And that was exactly what Peter had - he couldn't wear a normal swim short, he had to wear a low rise swim short.

And that, that made his studs stood out.

A lot.

A lot so that a certain Captain America noticed it and hadn't been able to look away.

Being a time traveler - he didn't sign up for - after a trip in the ocean wasn't the thing on his agenda back in the 40's but apparently he couldn't refuse it either.

Steve had seen many things after coming back to life, from the cultures, the way of speeches and clothes - he swore his jaw dropped to the ground when he saw what young people wear nowadays.

So guess his reaction when he saw those studs on Peter's lower back for the first time.

He didn't know what it was, he could guess that was some form of jewelry because he saw people's eyebrow piercing but on the back ?

Steve tried to avert his attention elsewhere but his eyes kept on betraying him and get his mind back to the back - Peter's back.

The spiderling back was coating in a layer of water, his wet back hair stuck to his nape and some droplets traveled down the dip of his spine, he wanted to lick that off so bad and kiss those délicate shoulder blades as well - gosh, when the kid walked across the pool, he looked like a siren when those muscles moved and the studs, right, the studs.

It looked good, it looked right - two little simple studs that were on the lower back side by side with the spine, it emphasized how small the kid's waist was, it made Steve want to warp his hands around that waist and see if he can touch his fingertips to fingertips.

In the pool, Peter was moving under the water, he swam through the other avengers and when he got enough, he made his way to the ladder and pulled himself up.

His hands were on the ground as he put all his weight on them and got his upper body up, this movement made his shoulders blade more visible and Steve got choked on his breath.

"Cap?"

Sam sent him a confused look, I mean who would get choked out of nowhere.

"I-im fine..." Steve smiled and sat up straight and got his legs crossed hiding a certain bulge.

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The third time was Peter saw Bucky having Alpine over at the Tower.

Bucky noticed the way the boy was creeping around the Tower and avoided everyone's eyes, but it seemed like his spider sense didn't pick up Bucky's presence at all. He was sitting on the couch with Alpine and Peter didn't look at him at all when the kid entered the room.

Peter was hiding something, he even wore a mask.

"Peter ?" Bucky decided to call out as he had enough of this, if the kid was in trouble or involved himself in some sort of dangerous activities the team needed to be notified as soon as possible, he didn't want any vulture incident again.

As expected the boy jolted and turned around so quickly that Bucky's afraid he'll get a whiplash.

But the boy's attention only landed on Alpine as he sprinted to the couch and sat beside him.

"Alpine !" Peter scratched Alpine's head as the cat meowing at him non stop and jumped on to his lap.

Peter took off his mask and planted many playful kisses on Alpine and the cat responded back by clawing at his clothes.

Bucky shook his head - they looked like friends that had parted for too long.

Before Bucky could get any words out his attention was captured by Peter's lips - they looked as pink and as plump as always, a lovely shape but what got him on a chokehold wasn't the boy lips alone but what accentuated it - the spiderbites hoop lips piercing that circled the bottom lip and inward the mouth. His lips look glowy like the boy had put some gloss on, in fact with this close distance Bucky swore he could almost taste the gloss's peachy flavor, cursed his enhanced soldier senses - good amount of white teeth hidden behind those lips, adorable cupid bow and a mouth that hasn't stopped talking since forever - the movement constantly made the piercing wiggled and it attracted Bucky so much.

"...Fuck" Bucky cursed out under his breath, trying not to startle the spider.

His metal arm clenched and the nerves that connected to his body shaken, Alpine turned around and meow at him like asking what was wrong with him.

He smiled at his girl trying to sooth her.

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The fourth time was when Dr. Stephen Strange was asked by Dr.Cho and Dr.Banner to come over for the Avengers health inspection because well ? Who would trust with privacy and jada jada all the NDAs stuff ? Beside their recent villain of the year decided they want to get creative and release poison into the city and now SHIELD had to mobilize every single of their agents to cleanse the city, relocate the civilians to safety and treat the injured.

So Dr.Strange was called to help out - even though none of the Avengers were injured that badly but further inspection was placed in order to prevent any side effects of late effects.

And here he was doing a health check up for a bunch of adults in a child clinic - the one with balloons, books and toys.

Despite his past injuries, Stephen Strange was one of the best doctors and his skills were highly appreciated.

He set up the table and instructed Peter to lay down on the chair after the boy was done getting other check up with Dr.Banner and Dr.Cho.

"Sigh, you know what is it. Now lay down"

Stephen shook his head, he couldn't believe he was doing a check up, like actually following protocol health check up in a child clinic and also child health check up including basic check up-

Okay, that was enough.

"Yes sir !"

The boy wasn't expecting to see Stephen here, that was for sure considering his earnest expression on his face. This wasn't the first time they met - definitely not even if you counted their disastrous encounter when a certain purple alien was on the way, in fact they met many times before including the multiverse fiasco - after that event, the boy found himself in Stephen's sanctum a lot more. Sometimes he dropped by to bring Stephen's tea, coffee or meals that his aunt made, other times just for a quick chat - and Stephen knew that the boy was grateful that he saved his ass back then but still it was very sweet of him.

So sweet that he couldn't bring himself to reject his visits from time to time and actually wait for the boy's drop by. It certainly made his sanctum less lonely.

Peter positioned himself down the chair and they got through the basic inspection - ears, eyes, nose and they moved to the throat and teeth.

The boy got down and opened his mouth as Stephen put on his gloves and took a stick out. Peter made an "o" shape like Stephen asked.

Inside his mouth, the teeth are perfectly aligned and healthy - their owners definitely took good care of them, they weren't blackened or had holes like others his age or children that he had as patients before.

And he moved on to the tongue - there it was a crystal stud sitting neatly on the middle of Peter's tongue.

As if he was seduced - he believed he was - Stephen moved the stick to the tongue and flattened it down pressing on. Peter's body jolted and his eyes dashed to look at Stephen but the sorcerer kept his face cool and didn't react.

It calmed Peter's nerves down and kept the boy grounded.

Under his mask, Stephen bit his lips and mentally cursed himself for an impulsive act but how could god blame him ? He was only human after all.

Doing nothing in front of a malleable and soft tongue with a tempting piercing ? Absolutely not.

So Stephen - under the name of health check up - decided to play with the piercing some more.

He moved the stick side way and flattened it on top of the tongue making it dipped down and hollow itself a hole like-like it was actually supporting a ...shaft, and it was supposed to.

Stephen's eyes darkened.

He didn't expect his boy to be this naughty at all. Having a tongue piercing ? Fuck - he could almost see the vision where Peter got down on his knees and suck Stephen of with that naughty tongue, how the piecing would rub on his shaft when that tongue move.

Peter whimpered.

It woke Stephen up.

"... hmph, it seems like nothing wrong."

He took a quick glance at Peter's and oh-

His face was all red like he was choking on something - the stick yes, but god it looked like he did choke up on his shaft.

There were even some unshed tears on the corner of his eyes too, his face was all flushing and his fingers gripped on the armrest because he didn't want to interrupt Stephen.

Stephen pulled the stick out and threw his gloves into the trashcan.

"Good boy, you're done."

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"Trying to attract your dirty daddies ?" MJ eyed his friend.

"They're not my daddies," Peter huffed, fixing his outfits "But they will be though"

"You and your old man kink could go fuck itself."

"Hey that's not nice of you," Peter turned to MJ and pout "By the way when will you be there ? I could come to pick you up with Ned, Gwen and Harry."

"About 9pm ?"

"Okay queen, I'll pick you up at 8:30 then."

"Sure, see ya Medusa."

Peter looked at himself one last time in the mirror,

Light make up check

Hair check

Outfit check

Accessoires check

Peter was ready to go.

8:30 Pm, Peter got to MJ's place in Happy's car along with his other friends - Harry, Gwen and Ned.

"Heyy," Peter hugged her when she got in the car.

"Hi there Medusa," She kissed him on the cheeks and whispered "Ready to seduce the fuck out of them ?"

He giggled "As ready as I ever be, you should see my outfit"

And they got on the road.

There was an event at SI tonight - reserved for the interns - a way to congratulate the new interns that made it into SI and the old one that made it to the official position.

It was also a memorial event of their win against Thanos - while half of the party was missing due to the fact that some allies were in space, some were busy like SHIELD (just an excuse to party after the press got whatever PR stunt and news they wanted) but most of the Avengers were here.

This year the memorial day took place, everyone stopped working for a day and enjoyed themselves.

At SI - lower level were reserved for interns, where they've decided on having a costume party at the pool.

And the higher level just above that were held to have Avengers, many more invitees and few reporters.

What connected these two levels are the balcony - due to the levels being extremely close to each other - the upper level could see the lower level just by standing in the balcony.

And this began the endless frustration and problem that - Tony, Bucky, Steve and Stephen were having.

At the upper level they were sitting on the balcony after a long while dealing with the guest, even Stephen and Tony - the smooth talkers were exhausted.

That when they saw Peter pulled up at the party in a fucking Medusa costume.

The boy was rocking a green corset top that was so tight it hugged all his body, emphasizing his slender figure, toned stomach, and long neck. Following the corset down was a baggy silk pant with side thigh cut out.

And the accessories.

Gold ankle bangles on his naked feet.

Hair beads in his gorgeous - somehow fluffier than normal curls that were a bit wet due to the gel.

Spiderbites hoop lips piercings to his glossy lips.

A belly button dangling jewelry spider theme that connected with waist chain around his waist and loop through the back dermal web looking studs on his lower back.

"Oops," Peter spilled his drink on his hand, he put his glass aside and started licking the liquid. While doing so, his mouth opened to reveal a flashy looking stud on his tongue that rubbed onto the back of his hand.

"Your dirty old men are looking," MJ teased.

"I know, I'm doing this for them." Peter smiled, he pushed out his tongue to fix his spiderbites piercings.

And they were indeed looking.

Their stares glued on to the boy, eyes stripping it all, savoring the things they didn't see.

Tony brought the whiskey to his mouth, attention didn't sway away any second the moment Peter appeared. Hiding behind his glass, trying to mask his unquenchable thirst looking at his boy's spiderbites.

Stephen wasn't doing it better either - he lit up a cigarette, a breath after another - his mind couldn't stray away from the bangles on the kid's feet and the back dermal piercings - as a doctor, he knew the risk of having such body modification but god, the more risky it was, the more it was hot yes ?

Bucky was - at this point- blatantly staring at Peter and his waist chains, they were metal just like his arm but opposite, it looked weak, thin like he could snap it with his fingers and he definitely could, it wasn't like his vibranium arm at all - the strongest metal on earth, his boy's metal was weak, bound to break off just like his waist once Bucky grabbed and pound his hole.