melt in your mouth

Werewolf Bucky has a breeding kink. Tony is an indulgent boyfriend.

and

Tony wants to use some spellwork in the bedroom. Bucky is an indulgent boyfriend.

Kink belongs at Pride and as an ace person I’m personally sick of people using my existence to try and push it out, so this year I’m dedicating my Pride Pockets to Kink. Obviously this has awakened something in me. I’m suddenly in love with owners Steve and Natasha and their (sometimes) sweet pups, Bucky and Tony. Fuck. You can find this fic on AO3 (here). Look out for under the cut!

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Tony was going to be visiting.

Bucky growled to himself, pawing at the basket muzzle over his mouth, the stainless-steel wires not doing much to hide his sneer. He paced the room once, twice, then turned to Steve with a snarl. He liked his hood better. He liked the way his ears flapped when he shook his head like that instead of the way these had to stand upright on the muzzle.

“The muzzle is a safety precaution that you agreed to previously. You almost bit him last time,” Steve said, unperturbed, and continued working on his crossword puzzle as if Bucky was not capable of body slamming him with his displeasure. He glanced at his phone as it buzzed, then began folding his newspaper away.

Bucky huffed to make his displeasure known again. Maybe if Tony wasn’t such a snooty poodle, they’d get along. As it was, every time Tony came over, he ate Bucky’s food, hogged Bucky’s toys, and stole Bucky’s bed. Admittedly, he didn’t know if Tony expected the same treatment from his apartment; Bucky had taken one look at Tony’s dog bed that was more expensive than his and Steve’s queen and decided he was too skittish to try for it. He was bulkier than Tony. He might have damaged it.

Steve stood and made his way over to him, casually scooping up his thick leather leash from the table as he came to a stop beside him. Bucky scrambled to get away from him, but Steve was used to him, easily snapping the leash’s clasp onto the d-ring of his harness. “Bucky, cut it out,” Steve ordered sharply. “Sit.”

Bucky waited two beats, just to show he was sitting because he wanted to, not because he was told to. He huffed again, scowling, as Steve tied the other end of the leash to the post under the breakfast bar. He waited for the telltale knock at the door, getting up again so he could put the force of his whole body into his barking. He was absolutely stunned when Steve simply walked over to the door and opened it to show Tony and Natasha outside it.

“Wow, texting actually worked. He’s not barking at all,” Natasha said, surprised, as Steve welcomed them inside with a wave of his arm. She opened her bag as she stepped inside, digging through it with meticulous focus as Steve helped Tony out of his long coat, showing off that he was wearing nothing but his chest and plug harnesses, decorated by fluff to really make it look like he had a poodle cut. She unearthed Tony’s black poodle hood and matching paws. “Be a good boy and sit.”

Bucky sat in front of the vanity, Toni standing behind her. It was a late afternoon that had been the most peaceful they had in awhile. Toni’s hands were in Bucky’s hair, playing idly with it, carding her fingers through the long, luxurious strands, undoing the knots she could find. She was careful and delicate, attentively watching her girlfriend’s reactions.

So far, though, there was no pain in Bucky’s eyes. Only heated, lazy pleasure.

If Toni knew one thing, it was how much Bucky loved to have her hair played with and if Toni loved one thing, it was to do just that. She loved feeling the way Bucky’s hair slithered between her fingers, soft and silky. She loved seeing, just like now, how Bucky’s skin reacted to it, how she would get goosebump from it. How it would go from her neck down to her shoulders and back, how it would make her nipples harden under the thin fabric of her shirt.

Toni loved seeing how Bucky’s gaze would follow her every move, eyes heavy lidded and liquid with desire.

Too rare were the times where they could take care of each other, to just touch without the hurry of release or the knowledge that something might call them out of their bubble and into the outside world.

Today they had it and Toni knew how it would end, how Bucky would take her apart once Toni was done with Bucky’s hair. She knew how satisfied and relaxed and pliant they would be after it, how good Bucky felt when Toni took care of her. How it built up, slowly but surely. Bucky never did a thing, never said a thing while Toni brushed her hair, silent and watching her, soaking up the attention and letting the need and the want build like a liquid fire that would flare as soon as Toni would be done.

As it was and at the moment, Toni was content to just play with Bucky hair, brush them, undo the knots and brush them again, let her fingers skip and run down Bucky’s neck, drawing goosebumps in her wake.

Till he meets a Dom who takes him through a scene and tells him very very softly, “Tony, I don’t think you have a degradation OR a pain kink, I think you have a praise kink.”

“No.” Tony says, shaking his head. “No, it’s definitely a degradation thing. Or a pain thing. Those are all the best scenes.”

And then more unsure of himself. “Well everyone likes to be praised right? But I can’t get praised unless I’m good and I can’t be good until I’ve been torn down, right? Can’t just be GOOD, I have to achieve that by-by working at it. By taking the ab*se and pain and words and then when I earn it, I can be praised. Right?”

His Dom briefly considers A Murder for whoever in Tony’s childhood taught him he had to attain some Level of Goodness to deserve kind words, briefly considers A Murder for whichever Doms heard those words out of Tony’s mouth and either didn’t know enough to correct the sub or was fine getting off on giving punishment without paying attention to which part of the scene Tony actually responds to, and then holds their hand out and tells Tony, “Let me show you how much praise you deserve, Tony.”

Tony— “what do I have to do first to deserve it?”

Dom- “Start with taking my hand. Good boy, that’s perfect.”

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WS Nekkid roleplay fic where after a tough mission when he’s stuck in his head,Bucky fucks Tony after the mission like a s*x doll then they safe word o it to end the scene and cuddle afterwards cos Tony knows sometimes Bucky needs to disengage mentally but still needs to work out left over aggression and maybe a smidge of fear cos he still doesn’t like being in the field so soon post Hydra and hey, that winter soldier lays some Primo Pipe and the post scene snuggles are always ridiculously sweet.

Trope/Kink: Size Difference

Word: Insatiable

I’ve written omega/omega, now I’m gonna try alpha/alpha I think. Also Tony would react this way to anyone he thought loved him which is probably very sad, but Bucky isn’t going to think about it too hard right now because he wants to enjoy the gift that is Tony’s trust. Was gonna shove in some more size difference but didn’t want to write foreplay lol right now lol. Don’t forget to blacklist ‘long post’ and ‘lemon’ if you don’t want to see it!

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Their ruts rarely coincided. It had only happened once before, at the beginning of their relationship, when it was too new to spend together even if they hadn’t both been alphas. Since then, it had been one or the other, with the non-rutting partner taking the place of the ‘omega’ for the coupling. They’d synced up again, though. Bucky had worried they might attack each other, both of them flooded with hormones like this. Tony wouldn’t have stood a chance—or he’d call the suit, and then Bucky wouldn’t have.

He shouldn’t have worried. Tony had lunged for him with a snarl as soon as he’d seen him, but he hadn’t summoned the suit, and Bucky hadn’t felt the need to engage the metal arm. It had seemed… fun, almost, wrestling for dominance. Tony had thrown a few punches, but Bucky had blocked them easily, and then he’d gotten Tony pinned, his larger body covering Tony’s easily. And while Tony had snarled and thrashed as Bucky had lubed him up, stretched him for a knot, now he was soft and sweet, eyes half-lidded as he stared up at Bucky, lips spread into a wide, fuck-drunk smile as Bucky ran a hand over his bloated stomach.

“Good?” Bucky managed to grunt. Tony hummed, sounding very pleased, but that was the only answer he got beyond Tony’s sticky thighs spreading a little wider. Bucky couldn’t help the guttural growl that escaped him at the motion, tightening his grip on Tony’s wrists as he fucked into him harder. “Gonna knot you again, doll.”

“Knot me,” Tony echoed dreamily, arching his hips up, as if this wasn’t the fourth knot Bucky was stuffing into him.

Bucky let go of his wrists to clutch at Tony’s hips, tipping them up for a better angle as he pounded into him, knot butting up against Tony’s swollen rim with every thrust. He couldn’t help another guttural growl as Tony’s thighs fell open wider, as if he was simply a doll to be moved around for Bucky’s pleasure, a perfect omega hole for him to breed despite not smelling of any slick. Tony’s cock even had a bit of a knot forming where it was bouncing against his rounded belly.

Bucky adjusted his grip so that Tony was braced properly, then shoved deeper, knot catching, stretching, pushing. Tony let out a broken little sound, just this side of distressed. Then the noise turned into a guttural groan as Bucky’s knot shifted further, past the resistance, and his body sucked it in deeper, locking it in tight. He trembled, overwhelmed, even as his hips rutted to helplessly chase after his own orgasm. Bucky leaned down to kiss his gasping mouth and finally released one of Tony’s hips to wrap his fingers around Tony’s cock, stroking it gently until Tony was whimpering into his mouth. Then he slid his hand down further, curling his fingers around Tony’s knot and giving it a squeeze, tightening his grip until Tony’s hips jerked and he let out a broken little hiccup as he came.

Bucky collapsed on top of him as if his strings had been cut, mouthing at Tony’s throat, catching with his teeth. “Doing so good for me,” he finally managed, because Tony was, so open and sweet for him, taking knot after knot.

The serum gave him a shorter refractory period even when he wasn’t in rut, but Tony took it like a champ, insatiable, almost ravenous in his desire to be filled whenever Bucky was on top. Tony was always generous, no matter what position they were in, but he seemed even more willing when Bucky was curled on top of him, protecting him from the world with the bulk of his body.

Tony started kissing him back after a while, lips trailing over his forehead and cheek where he could reach without having to move much. Bucky lifted his head to kiss him on the mouth, slow and soft, before finally breaking it again to carefully lean back, giving him a little breathing room.

Tony blinked up at the ceiling, languid and satisfied. Finally, he let out a little sigh and huffed, “Full.”

Bucky couldn’t help a smile, rubbing a hand down Tony’s bloated stomach again. “Nice and round for me.”

“Full,” Tony huffed again, and this time it sounded like a complaint.

Bucky pressed another kiss to his mouth, then mumbled, “I’ll get you to the bathroom before I tug my knot out and we can relieve some of that pressure, yeah?”

Tony offered him a short nod, but that was it. His hand drifted down to cover Bucky’s on his stomach. He let out a quiet mewl when Bucky pressed down lightly, frowning. “Ngh.”

“Bet you’d give me a pup every heat with how well you take it,” Bucky said, smiling a little.

“Fuck off,” Tony mumbled, rolling his eyes. Then he paused, brows furrowing together as Bucky ran his hand up and down his stomach again. “Well. I mean. Of course I would. I’m the best at everything.”

“Including being humble,” Bucky said, smile growing. He began to sit up, so he could adjust his position.

Tony wrapped his arms around his neck quickly, pulling him back down with a muted whimper. “No.”

“I’m not going anywhere, doll,” Bucky assured him, arms coming up to wrap around him. “I’m just cramping a little. Wanted to adjust.”

Tony made another noise of distress and cuddled closer. “I can… Please.”

Bucky pressed a kiss to the side of his head. “Okay, okay. Here we go. Hold onto me, doll.”

Tony clung to him tightly, whimpering as Bucky carefully took his weight and turned so that he was the one on his back, laying Tony down across his chest carefully. “Ugh, full,” he moaned, letting go of Bucky to push himself up a little.

Bucky took the opportunity to push himself up the bed and get himself into a seated position against the headboard, cradling Tony against his chest again. This time, he got a pleased sigh, which he rewarded himself for by nosing at Tony’s swollen bonding gland. “Wanna bite you so badly,” he moaned, hands running up and down his back.

“So do it,” Tony said simply.

Bucky froze, stunned at the offer. It was dangerous for an alpha to bite another’s bonding gland, no matter how much they loved each other—it would release a rush of hormones that caused them to be even more protective of their omega and attack any interloping alpha they scented. Some couples managed it, but it was only after years of love and trust. Tony and Bucky had only been going together a couple years, and they both had their own trust issues. He couldn’t imagine biting him and having a good outcome.

But now he also couldn’t imagine not sinking his teeth into the swollen gland, Tony’s arms around his neck, belly swollen with his spend.

“What if we…” Bucky began, hands clutching at Tony’s hips tightly. “We’re tied. I don’t want to start anything…”

“You held me down once,” Tony pointed out. “I won’t bite back, if you’re worried.”

That wasn’t what he was worried about at all, but Tony sounded so reasonable… “Still…”

Tony leaned back to raise his eyebrows at him, as reckless as he always was as he put his hand on his stomach and indignantly asked, “You’re not going to bond with the other parent of your whelp?!”

“You’re not an omega,” Bucky said, but a growl was welling up in his chest at the thought, eyes darting down to Tony’s hand and then back up. “Tony.”

“It will be fine,” Tony promised, and he sounded so sure about it.

Bucky leaned in and nosed at the gland again, mouth watering at the idea of biting into it. He shouldn’t. So much could go wrong. But then, it could have gone so wrong at the beginning of their ruts, too. He ran his tongue along the gland gently, consumed be the taste of sweat, the tang of sex heavy in the air. He felt Tony shiver and couldn’t help allowing the growl to bubble up, possessive and wanton as he pressed his teeth to the skin, waiting for Tony to flinch or growl back.

Tony did neither, instead tipping his head back to give him more room to work with. “Bucky…”

Bucky sank his teeth in before he could even think to stop himself, clutching Tony to him, ready to grab him and hold him still if he tried to attack. He needn’t have worried, though, because Tony’s only response was to stiffen, then fall limp in his grip with a whimper, cock twitching between their stomachs. Bucky groaned, mouthing along the gland a little longer, then leaned back, looking down between their bellies to see Tony’s cock hard again. “You like that,” he said, surprised, then growled again, tipping his head back to give Tony a sharp smile. “Your neck is gonna look like a chew toy by the time I’m finished with you.”

“I still wanna go to the bathroom before your next knot,” Tony said, letting his head loll to the side again in offering. “I might actually puke if you put another load in me with all this mess.”

“As long as I can keep sucking on your bonding gland, maybe we can put your dick in me once or twice,” Bucky offered magnanimously, before he latched onto Tony’s neck again, worrying at it with his teeth. “Once the hormones wear off a little more.”

Tony jerked in his lap with a surprised moan, leaning more of his weight against him. “Oh… Yeah, sure…”

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Bucky groaned against his throat. He had the thought of offering up his own bonding gland to Tony, but he didn’t trust himself as much as Tony apparently did. He didn’t want to even think about what might happen if he reacted badly. He reached down to wrap his fingers around Tony’s cock. “Gonna come again for me?”

“Keep your mouth on my neck and find out,” Tony purred, as if he wasn’t the one who was putty in Bucky’s hands.

WinterIron, E, 3.7k - PWP, consensual somnophilia

I did have a fic planned for every day of this month, but then LIFE and at this point I’m just happy to have finished more than one ahaha. Sorry it’s a little rushed plzenjoy!

(And to my fellow monsterfuckers HAVE NO FEAR, there will be halloween monsterfucking fic…. eventually….)

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“How long until you get home?” Tony demands, even though he has to know that they’ve both been anxiously counting down the days.

“Three weeks,” Bucky says dryly, and then laughs when Tony lets out a loud huff.

“Don’t even joke,” Tony says and even over the phone Bucky can easily hear the exaggerated pout on his face, “I will leave your ass that is way too long.”

“No you won’t,” Bucky says confidently.

“No, I won’t,” Tony says with a rueful sigh and then pauses just long enough for Bucky to dare to think he’s won before adding, “but only because you’ll be home in two days. And listen to me carefully, okay, because I am dead serious; I want your dick in me as soon as you get home.”

Bucky can’t deny he likes the idea of that, likes it a lot, but they don’t even know what time of day he’s going to be home and Tony doesn’t exactly have an empty schedule, oh, ever. “What if—“

“No no, there is no caveat to that statement,” Tony interrupts, and he certainly sounds dead serious, even if he does also sound like he’s smirking wickedly. “Drag me out of a board meeting, bend me over a worktable, pin me up against the fridge, whatever you have to do, just fuck me.”

“‘M gonna hold you to that,” Bucky says and he’s not joking at all anymore, can already feel arousal threatening to twist him up tight and he still has two more days.

“You fucking better,” Tony says back and there’s not a hint of teasing in his voice, just heat and promise and fuck Bucky can’t wait to get home.

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A song reference? In my title? It’s more likely than you think. In my mind, Bucky is currently in a form more like a Van Helsing werewolf than a full wolf, but you can imagine him at any phase of shift.

You can also find this fic on AO3 here. Written for the prompt “Red riding hood Tony meets Wolf!Bucky, upto you what exactly Bucky is.” for the @winteriron-wunderkammer​ heat wave. Watch out for under the cut!

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“You know, I really worry about you,” Bucky said, placing his arm against a tree so he could bend over Tony with stability. The man was laid out on the ground idly, unconcerned about the fact that Hydra had its guards out looking for him, red cloak spread out to keep him from getting his fine clothes dirty. Bucky found himself licking his chops at the way Tony’s silk shirt parted at his throat, imagining how soft it would be under his teeth as he took, claimed, kept—before he remembered he was also technically under Hydra’s control, if only barely. “I’m being completely honest here.”

Tony remained unimpressed. “You know attacking a red cloak would break the treaty,” he pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

“And you know that Hydra doesn’t actually care about the treaty, and this forest is so vast and dense that your disappearance would be written off as you simply getting lost or falling prey to one of the ‘wild beasts’ that inhabits it,” Bucky retorted, making finger quotes with one clawed hand. He raised one furry brow. “Didn’t being kept in a holding cell teach you anything?”

Tony scoffed at him, crossing his arms over his chest. “It taught me that Hydra is underestimating red cloaks. Besides, I was supposed to get caught, so I could plant a magical device that Bruce and Dr. Strange have been working on. It’s supposed to disrupt the spell that’s keeping all the werewolves in the forest their mind-slaves.” He perked up a little, throwing one hand back to push himself up. “Is it working? Can you tell?”

Bucky tipped his head, considering. He’d never been completely under Hydra’s control, and he credited that to being terrified of Steve being under Hydra’s control and being focused on chucking him out of the forest before he could be overcome. “…Bloodlust’s gone down a bit,” he finally decided, because he’d only ever felt it at the back of his mind, made his teeth sharp and his claws extend, but he had felt it, had been stuck in half-shift because of it.

“Well, Bruce and Strange did say it would take a while to break down the spell,” Tony said, looking only marginally disappointed. Then he brightened. “Maybe I should stay with you so you can report every change—”

You can also find this fic on AO3 here. Written for the prompt “Knight!Bucky with Prince/King!Tony, go wild *wink wink*” for the @winteriron-wunderkammer​ heat wave. Watch out for under the cut!

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“You sure get into a lot of trouble, for a prince. Usually you hear about princesses having their kindness abused or being kidnapped,” Bucky commented idly, directing his horse off the main road and onto a lesser-used path. He listened to Tony sputter into the gag he was still wearing, then looked down at him, smirking. “Cat got your tongue?” Tony glared up at him, clearly shouting, but the words were still muffled by the gag.

Bucky and the other knights had rescued him from a bunch of bandits who had been planning on ransoming him back to his parents. The king’s most trusted band of knights, the Avengers, had been dispatched to fetch him, and when they’d realized the bandits had split up in an attempt to keep information on how they’d gotten into the castle undetected from them, Bucky had been tasked with taking Tony home while the others went about rounding up the rest of the bandits. Steve had winked and mentioned ‘the long way around,’ just to be safe, and Bucky had cheerfully thrown Tony, still tied and gagged, over his horse in front of him and trotted off.

Bucky had taken the gag off just long enough for Tony to bellow about the indignity before he’d put it back on. He was only slightly sorry about it; yeah, Tony was probably right that it was rude, but he also couldn’t shut up even when his life depended on it, and there was no guarantee that more bandits wouldn’t come after them. It was safer this way.

It also left Tony’s ass vulnerable to Bucky’s wandering hands, but Bucky wasn’t going to admit that to the captain if asked.

Bucky directed his horse off the lesser-used path and onto an overgrown game trail. There was an unused cabin back there that few people knew about—just the Avengers, and perhaps Tony’s childhood friends Happy, Jim, and Pepper. It had belonged to the Rogers family, but it was so far from the castle and off of the beaten path that Steve mostly only kept it in case they needed someplace to stay in an emergency. And because of that, he also let the rest of his team use it for safe rendezvous—Bucky was pretty sure that Natasha had dibs on every second Thursday to meet up with a member of court (no one knew for sure, and no one was brave enough to ask) and Thor had been known to borrow it whenever the Lady Jane was visiting.

Bucky got it whenever they had to rescue Tony, which happened every few months like clockwork. Bucky couldn’t say he enjoyed the fact that Tony was kidnapped so often, but he was handsome, smart, and witty, and the unwed heir to one of the most wealthy and powerful kingdoms, so he also couldn’t say he was surprised.

You can also find this fic on AO3 here. Written for the prompt “One of them getting the other off by grooming their wings.” for the @winteriron-wunderkammer​ heat wave. (I might have another fic for this prompt written soon as well 👀) Watch out for under the cut!

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“Sweetheart,” Bucky drawled, knocking his knuckles against the door bathroom. “Honey. I’m sorry.”

“Pet names aren’t going to make this better,” Tony hissed through the door. He jerked it open so that Bucky would have the benefit of actually seeing his glare. “I can’t believe you did that in front of everybody.”

“I’m sorry,” Bucky said again, but like the first apology, he did not actually sound sorry. “I forgot.”

Tony stomped past him, easily dodging a lazy grab for him. “You don’t just forget that your boyfriend’s wings are one big erogenous zone,” he hissed, attempting to unbutton his shirt with jerky fingers. “Tonight was supposed to be nice. Steve and Sam were finally going to announce that they were dating—”

“We knew that already,” Bucky began.

“—We were gonna eat and have drinks with them—”

“Which we do at every Friday,” Bucky added, rolling his eyes.

“—And then we were going to go with everyone to see a movie! And what did you do?!” Tony snapped, spinning to face him, only to let out a startled squeak when he found Bucky right behind him.

Bucky offered him a smirk. “I grazed your oil gland.”

You can also find this fic on AO3 here. Written for the prompt “Bucky Barnes has a breeding kink. What’s an Omega like Tony supposed to do?” for the @winteriron-wunderkammer​ heat wave. Watch out for under the cut!

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“This is the surprise you promised me?” Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow.

Tony scowled, offended. “If you don’t like it, I’ll fucking take it back. Can’t believe you’re making that face while I’m naked. Can’t tell if that’s worse than the ingratitude.”

“No, I mean—thank you,” Bucky hurried to say, because he didn’t want to come off as ungrateful. “I just… what is it? I’ve never seen one before.”

“Oh.” Tony blinked at him, frowning. “It’s a breeding bench.”

Bucky immediately flushed, mortified. “I say one thing in bed,” he muttered, crossing his arms.

Tony stared up at him, brows furrowing together skeptically, then shrugged, walking over to the bench he’d had set up in their room. “You lay your omega down on this part,” he said, ignoring him, and helpfully demonstrated by lying down on the bench on his stomach. He took a moment to make sure he was settled properly, then looked back at Bucky, who was pretending he wasn’t interested in what he was doing and failing miserably. He knew that Bucky was probably still embarrassed, though, so he pushed onward. “Then, because you don’t want your omega to escape until they’ve been bred properly, you cuff their ankles to the rings at the bottom of the bench’s legs.”

He turned to start belting one of his legs down but found Bucky already there, already looking a little hot and bothered. He paused, watching as Bucky carefully wound the leather cuff around his ankle before he snapped the carabiner to the d-hook at the base of the bench leg. He couldn’t help but swallow thickly as Bucky sat back to make eye contact with him as he tested the security of the cuff.

“Good quality,” Bucky said, pupils going wide and dark. “Nothing but the best for my omega.”

Important Note!!!!!: Tony definitely consents to this because he loves showing off that he belongs to Bucky. It just happens off-screen. Combination Mob AU and BDSM AU and somehow it isn’t weird.

You can also find this fic on AO3 here. Written for the prompt “Filthy public sex. Bottom Tony.” for the @winteriron-wunderkammer​ heat wave. Watch out for under the cut!

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“Stevie’s here, doll,” Bucky drawled, curling his hand around the back of Tony’s head and tugging him closer.

Tony gagged around his cock at the change in angle, but after a few swallows, he went right back to sucking on it, only acknowledging he’d been spoken to with a brief moan.

Bucky lifted his free hand to wave Steve over. “Steve! Over here!” He waited for Steve to wave back to show he’d seen him, then carefully carded his fingers through Tony’s hair. “If you’re good while I’m briefing Steve, I’ll take that vibrator out of you and fuck you.”

Tony moaned around his cock, peeling his eyes open to stare up at him pleadingly.

“If you’d behaved, you’d already be bouncing on my dick, so don’t give me those puppy eyes. I’m not your exes. I’m not swayed,” Bucky told him sternly, but took some of the sting out of it by leaning down to kiss the top of his head. “Be good,” he ordered again sternly, then lifted his hand to greet Steve as he finally picked his way over to their table. “Steve. You’re disgustingly punctual.”

“I always have been, so I don’t know why you’re not used to it,” Steve replied immediately, reaching out to sling an arm around his shoulders for a hug. “Oh,” he added in surprise when he saw Tony. “Hello.”

WinterIron, E, 6k, pwp, size kink

You know I’m strugglin when I can’t even speedwrite a bunch of porn real quick lolol oh well here’s this.

Apparently I have a brand. Nobody @me.

Written for the prompt “Big cock Bucky/unexpected size queen Tony” for the @winteriron-wunderkammer​ heat wave.

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Tony makes a very important discovery. In Bucky’s pants. Further investigation is needed.

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Bucky and Tony are supposed to be leaving for their sixth date. In actuality they are making out on Tony’s couch, because Bucky is wearing those jeans and Tony is weak, and that’s when Tony makes a very important discovery.

“Oh,” Tony breathes out, one hand frozen where it’s pressed to Bucky’s cock through his jeans, “wow.”

“Yeah I get that a lot,” Bucky says dryly, and it snaps Tony out of his shock enough that he lets out a soft huff of laughter as he glances up to meet Bucky’s eyes again.

“Wow,” Tony says again, just to make sure he really gets his point across, and when Bucky gives him a fond, amused grin Tony just has to lean in and kiss him again.

His breath catches when Bucky’s cock twitches under his palm, terrifyingly huge and still filling as he eagerly kisses Tony back, pulling him a little closer on the couch. Tony slowly trails his fingers along the length of Bucky’s cock through his jeans, from base to head, and his stomach flips over itself as Bucky’s cock throbs again, gets a little thicker.

“Seriously, wow,” Tony says again when he pulls away to catch his breath, lips tingling and head spinning, “is this thing for real?”