winteriron month

Word: Tryst

Cheers to @not-close-to-straight for reminding me that I love angel/demon fic. I haven’t done winteriron yet except for a hilarious blurb, and this is a massive oversight on my part. Technically they don’t need to have secret rendezvous, but both Bucky and Tony enjoy the thrill of hiding and maybe getting caught. Because they’re both sluts. Don’t forget to blacklist ‘long post’ and ‘lemon’ if you don’t want to see it!

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Tony spread his wings and fluttered his feathers nervously. He always hated being the first to a meeting spot, as beautiful as the secluded little waterfall was. He’d been in enough ambushes to always be wary. He trusted Bucky! Of course he did, and Bucky had friends that Tony found himself trusting, too. But… Tony was an ancient. And some younger demons thought it a rite of passage to pick a fight with him. And he hated smiting what was the equivalent of a child in demon terms. It was possible that Bucky had been waylaid, that he’d had their meeting spot tortured out of him—

“Stop catastrophizing,” Bucky said, finally stepping out from between some trees. “Steve started crying about something and I had to stay to pat his back.”

Tony frowned, immediately concerned. “Is Steve okay?”

“He’s fine,” Bucky sighed, rolling his eyes as he came closer. “Natasha finally said yes to a date with him.”

“Oh! He’s been waiting for a long time,” Tony began cheerfully, wings perking up. “Natasha said she was only putting off answering because she wanted to see how earnest he was, since you were kinda, you know—”

“A slut?” Bucky asked, raising his eyebrows.

Tony frowned. “I didn’t say that. Just because you wanted to have lots of casual sex doesn’t make you a slut.”

“It wasn’t lots,” Bucky began, then sighed, running a hand down his face. “Tony, we only have so much time.”

“It was lots,” Tony muttered, mulish, but then happily spread his wings when Bucky raised an eyebrow at him. “I saved some molts for you. I know you like to keep some when you go home.”

“Doll, I wish to all places holy and unholy that you knew how to talk dirty to me,” Bucky said, strained.

Tony scowled, tucking his wings in tight again. “I know how to talk dirty!”

“You absolutely do not,” Bucky told him firmly. He reached out to grab Tony’s wings by the wrist and hold them open again. “I should singe your hair with how dirty I talk, just so you know how dirty it’s supposed to be.”

Tony huffed and flapped his wings weakly to test his grip, glowering up at him. “I doubt anything you say could surprise me.”

“I’m not intimidated by how old you are anymore, doll,” Bucky drawled, tightening his grip so he couldn’t free his wings. “’sides, you know I like challenges, ‘specially if the reward is you gettin’ all flustered.”

“I won’t get flustered,” Tony huffed. “And I’ll just take the feathers with me then, if you don’t want them.”

Bucky used the grip on his wings to yank him in, until they were pressed chest to chest, hip to hip. “No, back off,” he growled threateningly. “Those are mine.”

“Ha!” Tony crowed triumphantly, then let out a startled little squeak when Bucky’s tail whipped around and smacked across the back of his thighs. “Oh!”

“You keep sassin’ me and I’m gonna leave your entire ass with pink stripes,” Bucky warned.

Tony scowled at him for a moment, just for good measure, but then he smiled, coy, wrapping his arms around Bucky’s neck. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, beloved.”

Bucky buried his face in Tony’s neck and bit down, just hard enough that he heard the angel hiss in surprise, fangs pulling the skin lightly before releasing it. “Just for that, I’m on top today.”

“Like I said, don’t threaten me with a good time,” Tony purred, rocking his hips up against him.

“Yeah, well, you’re gonna be singing a different tune when I don’t put my dick in you,” Bucky replied, shrugging.

Tony jerked back to scowl up at him. “You said you’re topping. That means you’re putting your dick in me.”

Bucky smirked, the incredibly smug one that he knew made Tony want to tear his face off sometimes. “Maybe, if I decide my tail’s not good enough.”

Tony started to pull back, probably so he could tear his wings free of Bucky’s grip to beat him into submission with them, but then what Bucky said registered, and he paused in his struggles. He looked Bucky up and down slowly, lips pursed in thought. “…Your tail?” he finally asked, skeptical.

“Hey,” Bucky began, offended.

“It’s just…” Tony reached down and grabbed it where it was lashing irritably about their legs, as if he hadn’t seen Bucky use it to smash rocks before. He held it up in one hand and raised an eyebrow when he held up his other hand to compare it to the width of a finger, finally settling with his pinky.

Bucky stared at him, speechless. Finally, though, his lips spread into a wide grin, just this side of mean, and he used the grip on Tony’s wings to ease him back in. “Are you afraid I won’t be able to properly satisfy my pretty size queen?”

It had the exact effect he’d been hoping for. Tony dropped his tail in shock, face flushing bright red. He sputtered, probably trying to argue that he wasn’t a size queen and it wasn’t his fault that Bucky had a huge dick or something, but then he let out a startled little noise as Bucky’s tail circled his back and tugged him in again, until their hips were forced together tight enough to almost hurt, his squirming useless under the powerful grip. Bucky finally released one of his wings so that he could grab a handful of Tony’s hair and yank his head back, pressing his sharp teeth to the angel’s vulnerable throat as he sucked in a shaky breath.

“Doll,” Bucky drawled against his skin. “Don’t you trust me? Have I ever done anything that hasn’t made your eyes fuckin’ cross?”

Tony whimpered, flapping his free wing uselessly. “No,” he finally mumbled when Bucky didn’t let him go, sounding like it was pulled out of him against his will. “I always like what you do.”

“’s ‘cause you’re a slut,” Bucky offered helpfully, as if he wasn’t constantly teaching Tony new and interesting ways to get off.

“Yeah, but no one ever believes me when I say it,” Tony muttered, scowling petulantly.

“I believe you,” Bucky cooed, and gave Tony a few seconds to preen at the acknowledgment before he used the grip on his hair and wing to spin him around.

Tony yelped, wincing a little at his hair being pulled and ignoring the thrill is sent through him, his lover being unafraid to manhandle him like this despite knowing how powerful he was. “Ow,” he complained, just to be contrary, and then repeated it, louder and with more sincerity, when Bucky rolled his eyes and let go of his other wing to give his ass a sharp slap through his robes. “Ow!”

“Stop sassin’ me,” Bucky ordered, reaching down to grab a handful of Tony’s robes in each hand and yank it up so he could get him exposed. “It’s been years since I’ve gotten to have your ass.”

“Human years,” Tony mumbled, rolling his eyes, then mewled when Bucky’s tail struck the back of his thighs again—without the protection of his robes, it sent a rush of heat through him, and he couldn’t help but hope the marks would stay. “Ouch!”

“You say that as if keeping track of human years means anything other than you were kept away from me by humans,” Bucky muttered, and this time it was him that was petulant. He didn’t have much to do with humans anymore—they didn’t amuse him as much as they had when they feared him; monster fuckers had made them lose most of his interest—but Tony did, because he remembered when they were created, and he loved them, which meant he sometimes went down to help and take care of things. Bucky had only known it had been human years passing because he had gone to the human plane too, to keep an eye on Tony, because he was so easily taken advantage of in his desire to look after his favorite creatures (by other demons, of course, humans were too stupid to know how to take advantage of him; Bucky had just stuck to the shadows and growled and gnashed his teeth when he saw other demons approaching).

“I like them,” Tony began, only to cut himself off with a startled noise as Bucky finally wrested his robes up over his hips, exposing him to the cool air. “Fuck, you couldn’t pick somewhere warmer?!”

“Like the way your nipples get hard when it’s cold,” Bucky shrugged, because climate didn’t really affect him, and he saw no reason to lie about it.

“Asshole,” Tony huffed, scowling. “Taking advantage that I don’t have hellfire in my blood.”

“I think you’re cute when you get gooseflesh,” Bucky cooed, and then said, more sternly, “Babe. Why are you wet.”

“What? Is it against the rules to be a little excited?” Tony snapped, as if he was not flustered enough to be flailing his wings. “I’m not allowed to touch myself a little? Can’t take the edge off?”

Bucky growled, deep in his chest, and yanked Tony back against him so he couldn’t flail anymore. “I like when I can get you off in two strokes,” he hissed, and Tony let out a strangled noise. “I like taking my time to open you up and get you off, when you’re oversensitive and twitching for me. I brought lube and everything.”

“Lube you got in the human world?” Tony couldn’t help but ask smugly, and then squawked when Bucky slid a hand up and pinched one of his nipples—sharp, but tempered by the cloth of his robes. A warning. Luckily(?), Tony had never known a warning in his life, so he cheerfully continued, “It’s okay, you can say they created something good—”

“What’d I say about sassin’ me?” Bucky drawled, adjusting his stance so he could lean back against the cliff beside the waterfall.

“I’m more powerful than you,” Tony began as Bucky wedged his knees inside of his, reaching back to grab the thick horns curling around his head like a crown. “I’m not scare of yOU!” he yelped as Bucky spread his legs, wings flailing out as Bucky forced his feet forced off the ground. “Bucky!”

Bucky took a moment to let him stop flailing, then reached down to hook his hands under Tony’s knees, holding them up and out, spread open with his robes rucked up to his waist. “You might be more powerful than me,” he agreed, happily leaning back more against the stone holding them up. “But you’re also more sensitive, so, I’m still counting it a win.”

Tony opened his mouth to argue that it wasn’t a win, but all that came out of his mouth was a broken noise as he felt Bucky’s tail rubbing between his cheeks, each rib of his ridged tail rubbing over his hole in a way that made his toes curl and his breath catch in his throat. “Oh…!”

“Can’t believe I haven’t done this sooner,” Bucky mumbled to himself, except that he could, because Tony might not have hellfire in his veins, but he was sinfully hot inside, and Bucky could never wait to get his dick in him. “Too bad you got yourself off earlier, otherwise I might not tease you so long. Take a breath.”

Tony sucked in a wet breath, fingers tightening around Bucky’s horns. It was immediately punched back out of his chest as Bucky decided not to waste time, shoving his tail in as far as his own finger would have gone, each ridge in his tail rubbing over his rim in a way that sent a little zing up his spine with each one. “Oh-!”

“Aw, doll, is my skinny little tail more than you can handle?” Bucky teased, tightening his grip on Tony’s knees so his thighs spread a little more.

“Shut up. Shut the fuck up,” Tony hissed, sucking another breath in through his teeth. Then he tugged at Bucky’s horns with a wail, toes curling as Bucky set a brutal pace with his tail, the ribbing against his prostate making each stroke that much more intense.

Bucky nearly stumbled to the ground with how hard his horns were yanked, but he managed to keep his tail moving even as he struggled to keep himself upright. “Stop tugging.”

“I can’t,” Tony wailed, but he did stop pulling as hard.

Bucky managed to finally lean back against the cliff again. “Do I need to stop?”

Tony yanked at his horns again, turning his head so their cheeks were pressed together as he growled, “Don’t you fucking dare.” His eyes were glowing white-hot, making the blush on his cheeks seem even brighter. His glare was only broken when Bucky, terrified, whipped his tail down harder than he meant to, and Tony threw his head back with a strangled noise at the speed of his ridged tail passing over his prostate.

“Fuck,” Bucky croaked. Sometimes he forgot that Tony was actually an ancient being more powerful than his mischievous smiles and guileless laughter let on. In his defense, it was easy to forget when Tony was writhing beneath him and mewling helplessly as Bucky fucked him through orgasm. He slowly eased his head back, and Tony let him, so he focused more on his tail still thrusting in and out, adding a little more depth. He cleared his throat to try and cover the fact that he had nearly collapsed in terror. “How’s that, huh?”

“Good,” Tony moaned, making a valiant attempt to roll his hips enough to ride his thrusts. “More.”

Bucky tightened his grip under Tony’s knees just so he couldn’t, finally feeling like he’d gotten the upper hand back. “So greedy for it even after your sass,” he muttered, mostly to himself. He slid his arm under Tony’s knee, so it was resting in the crook of his elbow and freed up his hand. He regretted not pulling the robes from Tony’s body, but only for a moment, and only because he liked watching Tony’s muscles flex. He shifted the robes around Tony’s waist slowly, because Tony was at a point he might actually just pop, and while he enjoyed the fact that angels (and Tony especially) were sensitive, he was also feeling a bit like he needed to regain control after having his head yanked around like it took no effort. He grinned triumphantly as the cloth finally slid away so he could wrap a hand around Tony’s cock, sliding from the base to the tip and back again.

“Ah, oh, oh!” Tony flapped his wings, back arching, but thankfully he didn’t wrench Bucky’s head again. “Yes, yes, yes, Bucky, I’m going to—”

“You are not,” Bucky replied, tightening his grip around the base of Tony’s cock.

Tony howled like he’d been mortally wounded, releasing Bucky’s horns to reach back and grab the rocks of the cliffs, each handful crumbling to dust in each fist. “No! Bucky don’t do this I’m sorry for sassing you—”

“Too late,” Bucky purred, smirking. “Beg me, sweet thing.”

Tony’s wings flapped irritably as he shook his head. “You fucking asshole,” he ground out, crushing another handful of stone. “Should smite you where you stand.”

“Do it,” Bucky said, voice full of challenge. He tightened his grip around Tony’s knee and sped up his tail, until it was making an obscene, wet sound with each thrust. “But then you’ll have to get yourself off, and I know you’re greedy.”

Tony crushed another handful of stone, eyes glowing again because for all that he was incredibly generous he was also incredibly greedy, and he hated being called on it. “I hate you,” he whispered, trying to squirm.

“Sure, doll,” Bucky said, not believing him for a minute. “You know what you have to do if you want to come.”

Tony flapped his wings again, but it gave him no purchase, and his frustrated growls quieted into petulant whimpers. He grabbed Bucky’s horns again, squeezing just enough for Bucky to feel it. Bucky twitched his head and hissed out an ‘ouch’ that was entirely fake, but Tony loosened up immediately, just like he knew he would. Tony let out a wounded keen, attempting to thrash in his grip, before he fell limp with a sob, sagging in Bucky’s hold.

“I hate you,” Tony whispered again, defeated.

Bucky watched, delighted, as a frustrated tear rolled down his cheek—Tony always looked best when he was desperate. He pressed his lips to Tony’s ear and hummed as he listened to him suck in a shaky breath. “Don’t you want to come, baby?”

“Yes,” Tony breathed, wings wilting, and then, “Please.”

“Please, what?” Bucky asked, using his thumb to rub around the head of Tony’s cock.

Tony jerked his head back, letting out a wounded noise, before he whimpered, “Please let me come, Bucky.”

Bucky trailed a few kisses down from his ear to his shoulder, then kissed back up, murmuring, “I said beg.” He punctuated the order by angling his tail a little so each thrust over his prostate was a little more direct, almost brutally so if Tony’s resulting scream was anything to go by.

“Bucky, Bucky, please!” Tony wailed, hands clenching his shoulders and then releasing again when Bucky hissed, this time in actual pain. He clawed for the cliffside again, rubble sprinkling over them until he got a grip and held on. “Please let me come, please let me come! Please!”

“What’ll you give me?” Bucky asked, more out of curiosity than to tease, tracing his thumb along the vein standing out on Tony’s cock to give it one last squeeze.

“I’ll let you do that thing with your tongue!” Tony screamed, back arching, wings flapping uselessly.

Bucky loosened his punishing grip immediately in response, stroking Tony’s cock one, two, three times before Tony came with a scream that blew some of the leaves off the nearest trees. He rammed his tail into Tony’s prostate a few more times, just for good measure, before he slowed to a stop, pressing kisses to Tony’s shoulders and neck as he shivered in his arms. “Let go, sweetheart,” he murmured, rubbing his cheek over Tony’s shoulder. “Let go.”

Tony stayed limp a few minutes longer, but finally, he pulled his hands free, pebbles falling from his hands as he let them drop to his sides. He let out a broken little sob as Bucky finally pulled his tail out, head tipping over his shoulder.

“Oh, baby,” Bucky cooed as Tony sniffled and nudged his wet face into his neck. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re not,” Tony whispered mulishly.

He wasn’t, but Bucky had figured out that Tony was a lot more amenable if he even just pretended to be sorry. “I’m gonna set you down, doll,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Tony’s trembling lips. “Gonna take your robes off all the way, lay you out and open, and then I’m gonna do that thing with my tongue until you’re begging again.”

“I should have topped,” Tony whimpered miserably as Bucky moved over to a spot that wasn’t covered in rubble and carefully placed him down on the grass. “You’re so mean to me.”

For WinterIron Month Prompt - NSFW Friday : Dialogue @winterironmonth

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Tony Stark Characters: Tony Stark, James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Sexual Content, Idiots in Love, Lust, Suggestive Themes, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Sexual Tension, Flirting, Awkward Flirting, Dirty Thoughts, Adult Content, Explicit Language

Summary: Tony’s lazy morning delivers him a surprising wakeup when Bucky saunters into the kitchen wearing only a towel. Learning that Bucky’s shower is broken Tony is more than happy to oblige to help Steve’s best friend out as his mind takes him on a journey leading him closer to exploring his newfound lust for Steve’s intriguing best friend. Will Tony find the strength to behave and be helpful or will he find himself giving in to temptation with the sexy former Winter Soldier?

For WinterIron Month Prompt - NSFW Tuesday : Dialogue @winterironmonth

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Winter Soldier (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Tony Stark Characters: Tony Stark, James “Bucky” Barnes Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, First Time, Sexual Content, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Protective Bucky Barnes, Howard Stark’s Bad Parenting, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hurt Tony Stark, Touch-Starved Tony Stark, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark

Summary: Tony’s run in with an old associate of Howard’s has him caught up in old feelings of inadequacy as Bucky works to pull him through a dark moment. Together they find something more in each other’s arms. Will it spell the beginning of something wonderful between them?

what was that for? (you looked happy) by  justfandomthings

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Tony Stark

Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Summary:Bucky and Tony have a thing. It’s nice and it’s sweet and most importantly, it’s theirs. Tony will kiss him on the cheek, Bucky will ask, “What was that for?” And every time Tony will answer, “You looked happy.”

Word: Innocence

Dialogue: “No need to whine.”

Not really innocence, just hilarity. Or, innocence in that sometimes what makes sex fun is laughter, not the act of sex itself. Idk it makes sense in my head. More nsfw because they mostly talk about sex, it’s secondary, but I can’t just casually drive a fuck machine and not have it be nsfw. AvAc because I have thoughts. Don’t forget to blacklist ‘long post’ and ‘lemon!’

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Bucky had thought it was actually very cool that Tony had a Fans Only account, or whatever it was called. He was one of the few people who thought Tony wasn’t being funny and actually had sex appeal (although to be fair, he’d seen how Tony had flirted with some people, and he could understand why they (Natasha) didn’t take him seriously), so he hadn’t even really been surprised, because Tony had a beautiful body, and he should enjoy showing it off. He’d even subscribed to the account, to show he supported him and because he was horny for him, not that Tony had ever noticed.

Now they were together, though, and the shine had sort of worn off.

“You’re taking my virginity tonight,” Tony said, matter-of-fact, as he did his theoretical calculus homework.

“What, again?” Bucky asked, surprised. “Your patrons know this is like, what, the fifth time?”

“Sixth, but part of the reason I’m so popular is because I let them pay for the privilege of coming up with a porno plot once a month,” Tony replied, shrugging. He didn’t look up from scribbling across the sheaf of paper, clearly trying to get all his homework finished before they began prepping for the scene. “They like when I cry and say I can’t take anymore, for some reason. I can always do the solo scenario if you don’t like it. I have them come up with one in case you’re not in the mood.”

Bucky considered just watching Tony’s solo show, then crossed his arms, frowning. “What’s the scenario? It’s not anything weird, is it? I didn’t like wearing that thing on my dick.”

“You liked my cat ears,” Tony told him smugly. When Bucky grunted in disgust, he rolled his eyes. “Okay, the fake knot on your dick wasn’t my favorite either, but we got tipped a ton. I donated so much to my sex worker charity.”

Bucky tried not to think too hard about how much they’d earned, because it had been a lot, and also the cat ears had awoken something in him. “What’s the plot, before I turn it down,” he sighed, because sometimes Tony’s patrons were incredibly creative. One time they’d voted for Tony to wear a cock ring for an hour and a half while Bucky did anything he wanted to him, and he’d popped like champagne, untouched, by the time Bucky snapped it off. That had been nice.

“I sold myself into sexual slavery to keep my parents from going into debtors’ prison to a mob boss—that’s you—and you gave a high price for me because I’m untouched, and you love taking your partners’ virginities,” Tony replied, sliding his papers into his math book and slamming it closed. He reached for his physics book. “I feel, for full disclosure, you should know the solo plot has me using the fuck machine. The plot is that it’s sentient and I can’t get away from it until it’s sensed I literally can’t come anymore. It’s got wheels now.”

“You put wheels on the fuck machine?” Bucky asked despairingly.

Tony finally looked up at him to scowl. “Listen, it’s heavy. I would have done it even without encouragement eventually.”

“I cannot even begin to tell you how much that crushes my soul to know,” Bucky said, because on one hand, his friends would never believe him, or on the other, they would ask why he was surprised.

Tony shrugged, unconcerned. He usually was when Bucky mentioned his soul being crushed. “Listen, are you going to defile my virgin hole or not?”

“I’m not feeling it,” Bucky muttered, shrugging uncomfortably. “We just did that last month, and the virginity thing was only really fun when it was real. Maybe in the first and second scenes they planned, too. Now it’s just kinda… meh. So… so I’ll just make sure I’m there for your solo play.”

Tony frowned up at him. “Why would you have to make sure to be there?” Then he leered. “Can’t keep your eyes off me?”

“Wheeled. Fuck. Machine,” Bucky deadpanned, even if there was some truth to wanting to be there.

“Ah,” Tony said awkwardly. Yeah, it would probably be best to have a chaperone for that, in case something with the program went wrong.

.-.

Tony had handed Bucky the controls for the machine ‘so it’s more realistically a malfunctioning AI, no one will believe it if I have to keep muttering control changes to JARVIS,’ and Bucky had spent an hour getting used to the world’s most comical RC car. Tony had actually had to scold him the second time he’d rammed the dick-end into him while he was bent over hiding some experiments away. Bucky had made the proper apologetic noises and then promptly flipped a table with the lift controls just because he could. Tony looked like he seriously regretted giving him the controls.

But then the scene started, Tony bent over a workbench and mewling with each inward thrust of the machine. Bucky had to reluctantly admit the wheels made it much easier to manage, because even he found the weight and shape of the fuck machine unwieldy when he was moving it. This would definitely be more helpful for moving it in the future.

Bucky watched Tony whine and moan as the machine fucked him, considering, then very deliberately tapped the button to up the depth of the machine’s thrusts.

“Oh what the fuck!” Tony spluttered, flailing in a way that knocked most of the papers and tools off of the workbench as the force of the machine made him go up on his toes with every thrust. He scrabbled wildly for the other side of the bench, turning to give the machine a startled, confused look over his shoulder. “What the…”

Bucky noticed Tony’s eyes darting back to him and raised his eyebrows questioningly, showing his fingers on the speed knob. Tony managed to convey a nod through the dip of his head, moaning. Bucky obediently cranked the speed up by two, and Tony yelped. It was not entirely for show, startled noise quickly changing into confused moans. His knuckles went white where he was clinging to the opposite side of the bench, and he let out a desperate little noise as he tried to crawl further over it, find some respite from the dildo thrusting into him. Bucky used the controls to make the machine follow him, until the body butted up directly against the bench.

“Fuck, oh my god,” Tony moaned, shaking, then sucked in a deep breath and used all of his strength to pull himself off the dildo and push himself over the bench. He hit the floor with a dull thud and began crawling away.

Bucky accidentally rammed the bench with the fuck machine as he tried to turn it around, and he winced when Tony yelped after a lamp fell on top of him, muttering a quiet, “Sorry.”

Tony only paused long enough to rub the back of his head and shoot him a confused glare before he began crawling again. Bucky winced again, but he hurried to get the fuck machine righted and zooming around the table.

“HOLY SHIT,” Tony screeched as the machine zoomed around and slammed into the corner of the work bench, moving it six inches to the right and banging into his hip.

“WHY IS IT FASTER,” Bucky bellowed, because it absolutely hadn’t been that fast when he’d been learning the controls. Then he nearly swallowed his tongue. “DID YOU ATTACH THE WHEEL SPEED TO THE DILDO SPEED?!”

“I thought it would be fun,” Tony squeaked nervously.

Bucky stopped the machine, and the rubber left marks on the floor. He stared at it stonily, then slowly lifted his head to turn the stare on Tony.

“Okay, maybe it was a bad idea,” Tony babbled as Bucky began toward him. “Wait, wait, Bucky I admitted it was a bad idea wait!” He tried to escape, but Bucky was on a mission, and he whined as Bucky threw him over his shoulder.

“No need to whine. You brought this on yourself. Bring me the hat, Dum-E,” Bucky said, grabbing a stool on the way to the corner of the workshop.

“Don’t make me wear the hat!” Tony wailed.

Bucky was nice enough to spread his jacket over the stool so the cold leather wouldn’t be a shock to Tony’s bare butt (and so the lube wouldn’t stain it, because Tony always hated his nice things getting stained and Bucky cared exactly zero about his clothes). Then he propped Tony on top of it, taking the dunce cap that Dum-E had cheerfully brought over for him. “You attached the wheel speed to the dildo speed,” he told Tony sternly, holding the hat out.

Tony sighed miserably, but he had to admit it had been questionable to do even in the moment, and he always had to learn the hard way. “Fine,” he muttered, taking the hat and putting it on. “How long do I have to wear this.”

“Until I get the wheel speed detached, you maniac,” Bucky said, rolling his eyes. “Then we’ll do the other scene. I won’t trust the fuck machine until I see you fix it.”

Tony sighed again. “Yeah, okay,” he finally said, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall petulantly. “Can I at least get a blanket or something so my dick isn’t out?”

Bucky grabbed the blanket off the cot and threw it to him, then pointed at him sternly. “Behave, or the hat goes back on after sex.”

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.

Rating: Teen

Summary:

Another day, another kidnapping, and Tony’s biggest concern is that he’s never going to live this down.

Clint is going to mock him forever and Natasha is going to give him judging looks and next time he tries to run out to grab burgers for everyone Steve is going to make him bring an escort. And that’s not even getting into what Bucky is probably going to have to say about this.

Good thing Tony is an old pro at making his own escapes.

Link on Ao3

Bonus fill for @winterironmonth Prompt - SFW Friday: Powerless

Trope/Kink: Secret Sex

Dialogue: “I don’t care. I need to feel you. Now.”

Secret in that Tony definitely shouldn’t be getting off in the bathroom lol. Tony in lingerie five-ever!!!

Don’t forget to blacklist ‘long post’ and ‘lemon’ if you don’t want to see it!

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Bucky’s phone was burning a hole in his pocket.

Steve and Natasha kept glancing at him judgmentally as it continued to buzz with text messages, which was much worse than the other SHIELD agents just frowning in concern that he was brushing someone off that clearly needed his attention. He swallowed thickly, fighting the urge to check it. He’d learned his lesson last time, when Natasha had asked what the fuck Tony wanted and looked at his phone to be exposed to a picture of wet, lacy panties. Bucky was grateful Tony hadn’t been in the picture, but he was still mortified by the stunned ‘fucking hot, I mean—he knows we know your phone code, right?!’ that had fallen out of her mouth before everyone pretended Bucky wasn’t getting increasingly vulgar text messages.

He’d avoided checking his phone at debriefs ever since. He usually tried to turn his phone off, but Tony had gotten exceedingly distressed when he couldn’t find the signal, so he just left it on silent instead. He must have forgotten to turn off the vibration after he sent off his customary ‘back on the Helicarrier and safe’ text.

“Check your phone,” Steve finally ordered.

“No,” Bucky answered, wondering if he was sweating. He felt like he was. He couldn’t tell if it was because he was trying to hide his boner or because he thought one of his teammates might punch him, though.

“You’re not even fucking listening to my debrief, so get out and go check your phone,” Steve told him sternly. “I’ll scold Tony about it later.”

Bucky stood up, embarrassed. He’d been trying to listen, but he couldn’t hear over the buzz-pause-buzz of his phone and the blood pounding in his ears as he imagined what they were saying. At least Steve understood it wasn’t his fault. Mostly. He was still probably going to be yelled at for thinking with his dick, but unofficially. Steve liked to do that as a friend, not as a teammate.

He quickly holed himself up in his room on the helicarrier, and then for good measure engaged the manual lock. Only once he was sure no one could barge in unless there was an emergency did he even start to take the phone out of his pocket. He barely saw one of the notifications said ‘and stick it in my’ and closed his eyes, letting out a long, shaky sigh before he said, “Sergeant Barnes.” He waited until the voice recognition pinged, then continued, “Send Tony a text. ‘Give me a minute.’” Obediently, his phone stopped vibrating.

Bucky knew it was only a matter of time before Tony got impatient and quickly shucked his clothes off, uncaring where they landed. Then he threw himself on his cot, swiping through the texts to try and catch up. Maybe they could video chat, if Tony was in a position to.

He wasn’t, Bucky realized quickly when he saw the first texts were “Bucky I’m so booored help this meeting is boring :(” and “I’m sneaking out 👀 Told Pepper something at lunch disagreed with me” and “You’re coming home soon, right? :(”

Then there was “Fuck she caught me I’m pretending I’m sick” and “This bathroom doesn’t even have a counter for me to bend over and show off what I wore for your coming home present😔” and then “Fuck it we’ll do it live” and a picture of a lace in the gap of an unbuttoned dress shirt. Bucky read on greedily, as Tony listed what he wanted Bucky to do and what he’d do for him.

Then the trouble really began.

“Miss you,” and “text me,” and “aren’t you finished with your mission yet,” and “pay attention 🥺.” There was a photo of his jacket hung on the coat hanger in the stall, then another of his shirt having joined it. Bucky finally saw the bottle of lube sticking out of his jacket pocket and groaned like it was punched out of him, the idea that Tony had gone to a meeting already waiting for sex.

I’m here, Bucky finally texted, already wrapping a hand around his cock. Show me your pretty outfit, doll.

There was a string of exclamation points and blushing smiles, and then a pause. A moment later, he got a photo of Tony in the mirror, peeking over his shoulder at the bathroom door, pants pushed down around his thighs. He was wearing a black lace body suit, with a high neckline, and thick shoulder straps. The lace was sheer, and really left nothing to imagination, even the pouch where his half-hard cock was nestled. Then a second picture arrived, and another groan left his mouth when he saw the back scooped down to the small of his back, covered down to his hips, then thinned into a thong that should have disappeared between his cheeks, but instead was spread, straining, across the base of a plug. And he’d been in a meeting like that?!

Do you like my present? came a moment later, making Bucky stop gaping at the screen. I’m back in the stall. Don’t want anyone but you to see me like this.

Bucky gave the base of his cock a squeeze, moaning quietly. Yeah, I do, he finally texted back, opening the photo again so he could focus on the way the thong spread over the plug. He wanted to reach through the picture and fuck him with it.

Another picture arrived of Tony cupping his cock through the lace with a coy, How much do you like it?

Bucky took a moment to try and take a pretty picture of his dick in hand, but eventually gave up on trying to make it aesthetically pleasing—he was never going to be able to get one as nice as Tony’s. Luckily, he didn’t need to worry about it, because Tony washed away any hesitation he might have had with a simple, Wish that was in my mouth.

Me too, Bucky replied, giving his cock a long, slow stroke up and down at the thought of sinking between Tony’s plush lips until he had his nose against Bucky’s stomach, and then, Wanna fuck you with that plug so bad, doll.

Tony texted back Oh yeah? and then a picture of him bent over, thong strap pulled to the side, fingers wrapped around the flange of the plug and pulling just enough that his hole was starting to spread open. Like this? Then immediately after, another text, this time Someone came in. 😳

Bucky moaned again, letting his head fall back for a moment. The idea that someone had walked into the bathroom with Tony, ignorant of the fact that he was sexting Bucky, wearing nothing but lace and his pants pushed down to his knees, filled him with unexpected heat. Then he smirked, because it was time for a little payback, he thought, sending text after text to keep his phone buzzing.

Better be quiet then, doll How’s that plug feel? Keep fucking yourself with it, but be quiet Bet you can’t wait for my cock, you greedy little thing Getting off in the bathroom, you desperate for it? Can’t wait to fill that hole for you, sweetheart Keep you filled and plugged for days Is he gone yet? If you get off, you have to wear it until I get home Gonna put that vibrating plug in you so all you can do is lie there and take it between rounds Is he gone yet? Doesn’t matter Take the plug out and show me your slutty hole

Better yet, he got a video, and he thumbed it open gleefully. The camera was shaking as Tony carefully pulled the plug free of his hole, body trembling with the effort to keep quiet at the sound of the sink running and then the hand dryer blowing in the background. Bucky could just make out a shocked gasp as the plug passed its widest point, hips jerking as the door to the bathroom opened and shut. He replayed it a couple times, stroking his cock and thumbing the head each time the plug popped free.

Finally, he texted back, So pretty for me, doll, can’t wait to get home and shove my fingers in your gaping hole. He took another picture of his dick. Look how hard I am for you, sweetheart.

Buck 🥺, was the response he got, and then, Please. A picture of Tony’s cock straining against the lace, forming a wet spot against the edge of a black lace flower.

Bucky groaned, tossing his head back again. He swallowed thickly. He’d never wanted to get his mouth on Tony so badly. Send the suit for me.

There was a long pause, and he worried Tony had popped off then and there. Finally, though, he got the answer, You said you hate it when I fly the suit with you in it.

Bucky stood, carefully stepping back into his pants, forgoing underwear completely. He was afraid he’d come too soon if he did too much with his aching dick. I don’t care, he managed between shuffling his jeans back up without too much jostling. I need to feel you. He squeezed the base of his cock as he tried to settle it in his pants and bit his bottom lip. Finally, he took his phone back in hand and added, Now.

ETA three minutes. Two if you just jump off the edge of the Helicarrier, Tony answered immediately.

Bucky frantically grabbed his shirt, ignored his boots, and ran out of the room barefoot. The door missed Steve by inches, but Bucky didn’t stop to talk to him. He needed to get topside. He might actually jump off the Helicarrier.

“I fucking wish I’d never taught you how to text!” Steve bellowed after him. “I hope your dick falls off!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bucky muttered, climbing the stairs two at a time and ignoring how the other agents were jumping out of his way. He His phone buzzed, and he glanced down at it. He nearly tripped when he saw it consisted of only three emoji, but it did help him make the decision to jump off of the Helicarrier.

Rating: Teen

Warnings: No Archive warnings apply

Summary:

After all those years of furtively dreaming about it, reading everything from scientific papers to romance novels, after all the times he told himself not to but still hoped, Tony thought he knew what to expect if this day ever came.

Finally, after all this time, all the worrying and wondering and telling himself to just give up already, he finally meets his soulmate and finds out what all the hype is about, and it has to be like this.

It just has to be Barnes.

Link to story on AO3

Trope/AU: Kink Discovery

Dialogue: “I know, baby. I know.”

Me: But what if I made it as dumb as possible.

Anyway, no orgasm shown, but rest assured, there is a happy ending, winkwink. Don’t forget to blacklist ‘long post’ and ‘lemon’ if you don’t want to see NSFW!

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Bucky couldn’t believe it had taken him so long to realize.

Tony had always been generous even before he’d made it into the bedroom with him, had waved off thanks with a blasé shrug and even looked mildly uncomfortable when someone insisted. So he wasn’t surprised when Tony was generous in bed, too, always watching him to catalogue whether he liked something, keeping track of the lube he preferred, kept toys in tip-top conditions, had happily told him, ‘I’ll try anything with someone once!’ Bucky had thought that their sex lives literally couldn’t be any better.

Then Steve and Clint had brought in their stupid dogs, and Bucky had made a stupid joke, and now Tony couldn’t look him in the eye, even when they had sex. Bucky had patted Lucky on the head and said, ‘Good boy.’ He’d patted Dodger on the head and said, ‘Good boy.’ And when Tony had rolled his eyes and pouted with good humor because he always liked Bucky’s attention on him, he’d patted Tony on the head and said, ‘Good boy.’

Tony had gone bright red immediately, eyes dropping to the floor as he made a startled, confused noise. It had only taken Bucky a moment to figure out what happened, and unfortunately, Steve and Clint were only a few seconds behind if their choked laughter was anything to go by. Tony had fled without a word. Steve and Clint were at least genuinely sorry about it when they realized how embarrassed Tony actually was, but he’d been avoiding them ever since, so they never actually got to apologize.

And Bucky couldn’t help but dwell on it. Every time he’d moaned, ‘yeah, that’s good,’ and Tony would perk up, or ‘right there,’ and Tony wouldn’t move away from that spot, or even just ‘love you, doll,’ and Tony would flush tomato red. All the signs had been there, but he’d been too busy enjoying himself to look into it.

So the next time he got Tony bouncing in his lap, he couldn’t help but curl his fingers over his hips possessively, clutch until Tony was letting out a breathy little moan because he liked having marks, and then he leaned up, pressed his lips to Tony’s ear, and whispered, “What a good boy for me.”

Tony jerked, shocked, then let out a shuddery breath, eyes gone suspiciously damp. His hips stuttered to a stop. “You’re making fun of me,” he whispered.

“I’m not,” Bucky promised, cupping the back of his head so he could ease him into his shoulder. “I’m not, doll. I swear I’m not. I would never. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know for sure, not really,” Tony whispered, and his voice cracked as he added, “Not until… not until that very moment.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Bucky sighed as he realized the extra layer of mortification Tony was dealing with when he’d run off. He’d felt like a fucking car had been dropped on his head at the time; he couldn’t imagine what that must have felt like for Tony.

“It’s not a dog thing,” Tony added, voice trembling with vulnerability.

Bucky took a deep breath, then patiently answered, “I know it’s not a dog thing. It’s being told you’re good, isn’t it? How good you are to me? For me?”

Tony sucked in a wet breath and pressed his face more firmly to Bucky’s shoulder. He shook his head, but Bucky couldn’t tell if he was telling him ‘no,’ he was wrong, or if he was just overwhelmed. He slid his hands up from Tony’s hips, instead stroking them up and down his back soothingly. They had plenty of time for him to get his bearings.

Still, he couldn’t help but press his lips to Tony’s ear again and whisper, “You’re such a good boy for me, doll.”

Tony shuddered and let out a very interesting sound, half choked-off moan and half desperation. His hips jerked seemingly of their own accord, body clenching as it rubbed Bucky’s cock over his prostate. “Buck,” he finally managed to croak.

“Can I lay you out and tell you how good you are for me, doll?” Bucky asked gently. When Tony didn’t react except to whimper a little, he began trailing kisses from his ear to his neck, wrapping his arms around him so he could gently ease him onto the bed. “Gonna be my good boy, Tony?”

Tony stared up at him, breathing long and slow against the urge to whimper. “I don’t… need it,” he finally managed to mutter, looking slightly uncomfortable.

Bucky just looked at him for a moment, remembering all of the times that Tony had uncomfortably brushed off insistent thanks or hadn’t stuck around to even allow for gratitude. He’d known Tony got uncomfortable when the attention was on things that he did for the people he cared about, went out of his way to say ‘no big deal’ or ‘I would have done it for anyone.’ He wondered why, for a moment, but decided, ultimately, that it didn’t matter.

Because Tony was sprawled out beneath him, looking simultaneously terrified and hopeful, and Bucky knew, without a doubt, that if he didn’t get this right this time, he’d never have another chance. So he leaned down, pressed a soft kiss to Tony’s earlobe, and murmured, “I didn’t ask if you needed it. I asked if you were gonna be my good boy. Are you, Tony? Gonna be my good, sweet boy?”

Tony let out a broken little hiccup but still managed to nod, squeezing his eyes shut. “Yes.”

“Good. I like to hear that,” Bucky said, smiling, and watched as Tony’s face flushed and he jerked his head away in embarrassment. He reached out and gently eased Tony’s head back to face him. “Look at me, doll. I know, baby,” he added when Tony just whimpered in response. “I know. But you can be brave and look at me. I know you can.”

Tony peeled his eyes open again, and Bucky was kind enough not to mention the glassiness of them. “Bucky…”

“Such pretty eyes. What a good boy for showing them to me when I asked,” Bucky said, and Tony’s breath hitched, eyes fluttering away in embarrassment before he locked them back onto Bucky’s face again. “Good,” Bucky repeated, and he was a little embarrassed when he realized his voice had dropped a little. The embarrassment faded quickly, though, when Tony puffed his chest out a little bit, looked just a touch smug at the praise. He smiled and let his hand drift up further to curl his fingers in Tony’s hair. “I have such a beautiful boyfriend. Hold your legs open for me, doll.”

Tony’s breath hitched again, but he obediently reached down without breaking Bucky’s gaze, curling his fingers under his knees and holding them up and out for him. “Like this?”

“Yeah, just like that. Such a smart, sweet boy I’ve got,” Bucky cooed, and watched with interest as Tony’s toes curled and relaxed a couple times in response. Interesting. Very interesting. He tightened his fingers in Tony’s hair a bit, just because he knew Tony liked it a little rough sometimes, and watched his eyes flutter closed with a soft moan before he forced them open again. “Look at that,” he murmured, mostly to himself. “Should be illegal for a guy to be so sexy.”

“Should be illegal for a guy to keep his cock in my ass and do nothing with it,” Tony retorted, voice strained.

“You sass me again, and I’ll show you doing nothing with my dick,” Bucky warned, and punctuated it with a sharp thrust of his hips. Tony let out a broken little noise that Bucky immediately loved. “That a good angle, sweetheart?”

Tony glowered up at him, cheeks flushing from pink to red. “You said you wouldn’t make fun of me.”

“Sweetheart,” Bucky cooed. “You know I was only saying that about your kink. Keep your legs open,” he added before Tony could retort, giving his hair one last gentle tug before he placed both of his hands on Tony’s hips. “You’re coming on my cock or not at all.”

The noise Tony made in response was familiar this time—worried, and anxious, and hopeful all at once, somehow. “You’d leave me hanging after all this?”

“What are you talkin’ about, doll?” Bucky drawled, smirking. “You’re my good boy, aren’t you? I know you can come on my cock.” Tony shuddered, eyes darting away and back, toes curling. Bucky leaned down to press their mouths together, nibbling at Tony’s bottom lip for a moment, before he pulled back, just enough that their lips brushed when he spoke. “I know you can do it, doll. You’ve always been good about doing what I tell you to.”

“…I understand this last part is praise,” Tony began.

“I regretted it as soon as I said it,” Bucky answered, laughing a little. “You’re a little shit that hates listening to me out of bed. Doll please my dick is in you.”

“You said it, not me,” Tony argued, trying very hard not to giggle. Eventually, though, he broke, and he threw his head back to laugh.

Bucky smiled, letting go of Tony’s hips so he could tangle their hands together. He pressed them up by Tony’s head and leaned in to kiss his laughing mouth, chuckling quietly. “Look who’s being made fun of now.”

Tony jerked with another bark of laughter, and Bucky leaned in to kiss him again, smiling. They’d have to revisit this later. Right now, he mostly just wanted to revel in kissing Tony and enjoying his laughter.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Tony Stark Characters: Tony Stark, James “Bucky” Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel) Additional Tags: Domestic Avengers, Misunderstandings, Pining Tony Stark, POV Tony Stark Summary:  Summary: After a brief (but memorable) hook-up, Tony’s bubble is burst when he discovers Bucky flirting with Natasha. But there’s something Tony doesn’t know about that pick-up line he overhears.

Full art can be found on AO3 in the story

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive warnings apply

Summary:

Bucky has a plan for getting Tony to relax after a long week. Step one involves getting his fingers on Tony and working out all those knots from his muscles.

Step two involves getting his fingers in Tony.

@winterironmonth Prompt - NSFW Wednesday: Oil

Trope/AU: Strip Poker

Word: Lucky

I, um. Was halfway through the story when I realized that the trope was Strip Poker, not the AU. So. Enjoy I guess. Blacklist ‘long post’ etc.

For universe clarification: Sometimes, people want to play strip poker, but they don’t actually want to strip, so they can pair up with a ‘Doll’ who is willing to strip in their place. The Avengers are basically like the Leverage team except Tony is their private benefactor (he needed their services and then he was like “Hey what if you guys didn’t have to scrape to get by and also Bucky rail me on the regular” but like. Who is surprised). Strip poker with Dolls has become a pastime for rich people, who love showing off their pretty things. Tony is no longer allowed to actually play at these games because everyone knows he cheats and everyone at least tries to pretend they don’t, which is fine because he is an attention whore and loves being a Doll, and also Bucky is a skilled player who lets people strip his Doll down to his underwear before he takes all their money.

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Tony frowned, fingers fiddling with his cufflinks nervously as he examined himself in the mirror. He used to enjoy this part of the job, but he’d come to realize that he was easily the oldest Doll at these parties now. He knew it was just to provide a distraction as Natasha and Clint snuck in to steal whatever they’d been hired to get, but he wondered if he truly provided all the distraction he used to, especially when there were younger women with soft curves and men with muscles so sharp that they could cut a man. He stepped closer to the mirror, hand dropping to fiddle with one of the buttons on his coat. Then he reached up to brush his hair back, turning to look at the gray starting to thread into it with a grimace. Should he go on a diet? Dye his hair? How long could he keep this up before he had to go back to being the silent money for the team?

“How’s my lucky charm tonight?” Bucky asked as he came up behind him. He paused with his hand halfway out to grab Tony’s hip, raising his eyebrows. “He’s not doing great, I see.”

“I’m fine,” Tony said hurriedly, dropping his hands back to his sides. He lifted them again to smooth down the front of his jacket and cursed himself for the nervous action.

Bucky stared at him with the same calculating eyes he used before a brawl, looking for weaknesses to exploit to get it over with as quickly as possible (or, on the rare occasion he actually hated somebody, how to avoid it to draw the fight out longer). Tony hated him for a moment, because he knew Bucky was going to charge on no matter how many signals he gave to back off and leave him alone.

Better to just get it off his chest before Bucky went for his throat with it, Tony decided. “I just think,” he began slowly, carefully considering each word before he spoke. “That perhaps I’m… not the distraction I once was when we started this act.”

“Mm-hmm,” Bucky hummed, raising an eyebrow at him. He leaned his weight back and crossed his arms over his chest, that silent ‘go on’ that Tony always hated because it was exploiting his need to fill uncomfortable silences.

And Tony fell for it, like he always did. “I just wonder how long I can do this anymore, before we have to switch someone else in, like—like Steve, or Thor, or—Sam is very handsome, and he’s got this charming smile to go with his muscles,” he added nervously, looking back down at his cufflinks. Should he take them off? Lots of newer Dolls had started coming in street or club clothes. Perhaps the suit was a bit old-fashioned. “I’m not really—useful anymore, am I? Or I won’t be, soon.”

“Hmm,” Bucky hummed, both brows furrowing now.

Tony tried not to sweat with anxiety. He wished he knew Bucky as well as Steve, so he could know what that meant without having to ask. He stared at himself in the mirror, running his thumb over the edge of his beard. The suit was probably too much. He started wrestling with his cufflinks to get them off.

“Ms. Van Dyne,” Bucky said suddenly, and Tony whipped around to look at him in terror. He was holding his phone up, brightly lit speaker button pointed toward him. The number at the top was blank, but most numbers were hidden for this type of thing.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?” Janet Van Dyne’s tinny voice replied.

Bucky let his eyes trail up Tony’s body slowly, then he said, “My boy thinks he’s not pretty enough to be a doll anymore. I keep tryin’a tell him he’s perfect, but he thinks he should take off the suit and just spectate now.”

“Nooo don’t let Tony do that!” Janet wailed immediately. “He’s the only reason I host these stupid games anymore! All these new guys who keep showing up with Dolls showing off their goods already—Tony is the only one who knows how to have a really good time!”

“He thinks he should dye his hair,” Bucky added, a sly smile finally twisting his lips as Tony shuffled awkwardly under his gaze.

“NOOO DON’T LET TONY DO THAT!” Janet wailed again, and she actually sounded like she was in tears. “Silver foxes are in! And he still has an absolute dump truck so don’t let him go on a diet either! Bucky there are three other players who only come so they can get Tony to take his clothes off don’t let him take this away from us!”

“Jan,” Tony choked out, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

Jan did not let the fact she was on speaker phone and had been the whole time deter her. “Tony! You have to come, and you have to wear that new Tom Ford ensemble I saw you buy!”

“I’m wearing it,” Tony admitted, shuffling closer to the phone. “I just… wasn’t sure…”

“Tony you really are the only reason I host these events anymore,” Janet told him sincerely. “I know you’re sensitive but there’s no reason to be insecure. Everyone’s eyes are on you at these events. Especially since that time you stripped to show off that limited-edition silk lingerie that you stole out from under me at an auction,” she muttered, mulishness coloring her tone now.

“I look better in scarlet,” Tony replied automatically.

“WHY DO YOU THINK I’M SO MAD ABOUT THE IDEA OF YOU NOT COMING ANYMORE THEN,” Janet bellowed. Then she was back to business, stern. “You will show up, you will be the belle of the ball, and then Bucky will punch everyone who makes a lewd comment about you after you strut off the stage. Please. This is the best entertainment I get. Bucky punched Hammer in the nose last time.”

“You didn’t tell me you punch people when I leave!” Tony exclaimed, hurt, and looked up at Bucky with the doe eyes he knew he was weak to. “And you punched Hammer and didn’t tell me?!”

“I don’t want to encourage your smugness,” Bucky deadpanned immediately.

“Oh, we don’t need any encouragement, Bucky. We’re the idle rich. We have nothing else to do but be smug,” Janet told him pleasantly. “Anyway Tony, I’m glad you’re there. I’ve been leaving red wine in the vault for Clint and Natasha, but the hors d’oeuvres are fish-based this time, so I was thinking a nice bottle of chardonnay?”

“Clint and Natasha are heathens who wouldn’t know how to pair wine with an old boot, so just leave them what you think is best,” Tony answered automatically.

Bucky stared at him, face blank. Tony blinked back at him innocently. He got the feeling that Janet was doing the same thing he was on the other line.

Finally, Bucky said, “Janet knows we’re stealing from her.”

“I’m not fucking stupid! Tony designed my security system!” Janet scoffed. “But I figure, your team only takes on jobs that you think are worthy causes, so if you’re stealing it from me, it saves me the hassle of trying to find out whether the person who wants it is actually genuine. Tony usually gives me a head’s up so I can have my security guards focus on other things.”

“Please tell me that you’re fucking with me right now,” Bucky begged, emotion finally creeping into his voice. It was too bad it was despair, Tony thought, because he thought that the deal he had going with Janet was actually pretty good.

“What part of ‘I only throw these parties to strip Tony’ wasn’t fucking clear, Barnes?” Janet hissed. “I throw these parties to strip Tony and that’s it. You wiping the table with everyone once you’ve gotten Tony down to his underwear is just a bonus, because these other idiots are too stupid to realize you’re counting cards.” Her voice went pleasant again. “Since I’ve probably successfully reassured you, can I get a sneak preview of what you’re wearing under your undershirt and slacks?”

“Lace,” Tony answered over Bucky’s sputtering.

Janet sighed dreamily. “You look so good in lace. Well! I have to do some finishing touches for the party. Tell Clint to keep his salmon fingers off the glass cases, he got ham grease on one of my necklaces last time,” she added, and then the phone beeped as she hung up without a response.

“Do you mean to tell me that you let all your friends know when we’re coming to steal shit from them,” Bucky asked, and there was the anger Tony had been expecting.

He rolled his eyes and scoffed, crossing his arms and shaking his head. “No, just Jan, and that’s because we grew up in each other’s pockets. We know we own stuff that our parents got under suspicious circumstances. Bucky, Jan is literally the only other rich person I’m actually friends with. Except Victor von Doom,” he added, mostly to himself. “Whether we’re friends or not depends on the phases of the moon and whether Mercury is in retrograde.”

Bucky made his special ‘I fucking hate rich people’ noise that was specific to when Tony said something that made him feel very, very tired. “So this isn’t a legit job?”

“Of course it’s a legit job. Jan is just helping us by drawing attention off,” Tony scoffed again. “Not only is the brooch we’re stealing going to disappear, but a very valuable prototype she was ‘holding’ for me to keep copycats off my back. ‘Tony Stark and Janet Van Dyne can’t be in on the theft ring,’” he added in that mocking voice he used specifically for other rich people. “‘Didn’t you see they had those things stolen too? And what’s worse, Stark’s couldn’t even be insured.’ As if they won’t all be chomping at the bit to get their hands on my contraband prototype. Rich people are so fucking stupid, Bucky, it’s almost embarrassing to be one of them.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? Or Steve?” Bucky asked, irritated.

Tony scowled at him. “I kind of figured it was just something everyone knew, considering Jan literally leaves a tray of hors d’oeuvres and a bottle of wine in the vault for Clint and Natasha and turns the cameras off. They’re not stupid, either, so they had to know Jan was on our side. Why else would Clint be clumsy enough to leave ham grease on a necklace, unless he was comfortable? Anyway, now that I’ve been reassured,” he continued when Bucky’s glare did not ease. He began powerwalking past him. “I need to go do some makeup, just a little eyeliner to make my eyes pop, nothing big—”

“You’re telling Steve,” Bucky said, hand clamping around his wrist, and turned to drag him to the living room of the suite they were renting.

“Aw, come on, this isn’t my fault,” Tony begged. He considered going deadweight, but Bucky hadn’t said anything about canceling the engagement, and he’d hate to get the Tom Ford dirty before Jan could see him in it.

“Steve’s in charge, you know everything, you’re telling him,” Bucky told him firmly.

“Telling me what,” Steve asked as Tony grumbled about being the money behind the team, so he should really be the one in charge, even if he did like the way Bucky’s eye twitched whenever he called Steve ‘boss.’ “What’s going on?”

Tony considered lying. He really did. Then he could run while Bucky was doing that thing where he bellowed like a wounded animal and paced the floor trying to decide if it was something to scold him for. Ultimately, he decided not to, because he was feeling good about being a Doll again and he wanted to ride that high until next time, when he’d doubtlessly feel self-conscious again. “Jan is in on the jobs we do at her place,” he said.

Steve stared at him. He stared back. He noticed Natasha getting up from where she’d been sprawled in the window seat and slinking back toward her room. Clint had rolled under a couch and had probably disappeared; disappearing was one of his skills, after all.

“What the fuck does that mean,” Steve began, standing, and both Tony and Natasha bolted back to their rooms and locked the doors. “WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN,” Steve shouted, and then, “Clint did you just roll out from under the couch and fucking bite me?!”

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive warnings apply

Summary:

Buckky doesn't regret that he and Tony decided to take it slow when they started dating, but he is a little disappointed that he’s just now learning all sorts of fun things.

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