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riotwritesthings · 6 months

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Who Guards the Bodyguard

T, 3k - No-Powers AU, Humor, bodyguard!Bucky

One college bar, one bodyguard, one sleazeball who can't take no for an answer. Shaken, not stirred.

Hey remember when I took birthday prompts, like… 9 months ago? Good times. Anyways guess what I finally finished.

The prompt was some combination of “You’re my new bodyguard and you’re cute” / “Help me I’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second” / “I’m going to save you from the terrible date you’re having” So I really just mashed all of those together and ended up with this lol. I hope you enjoy it @clarajanedesperaux!

This job is supposed to be easy.

All Bucky has to do is keep an eye on a billionaire’s spoiled, wild son and make sure the kid doesn’t end up kidnapped or otherwise killed. Easy.

And yet, it has not been easy, most notably because Tony Stark can’t know that Bucky is guarding him. Howard had been very insistent about his son’s ability and determination to ditch his previous bodyguards, and half of the stories were honestly impressive if true. So Bucky has a very strict set of guidelines to follow that most days make him feel more like a stalker than anything else.

He gets a ping whenever Tony leaves the Stark family’s Fifth Avenue mansion, and satellite tracking makes it quick work to follow him anywhere in the city. Bucky’s not exactly sure how Stark has GPS-tagged his son, but he’s not paid to ask questions.

He’s paid to put his experience in black ops and undercover work to good use and not be seen while he’s following a twenty-year-old around the city making sure no one kills the kid.

Totally normal, super easy.

Yeah right, Bucky thinks to himself in bemusement as he watches Tony over the rim of his beer.

This is the third bar the Stark heir has been to tonight, and Bucky really must be getting old because all he wants is to go home.

He’d kind of like to tell Tony to go home too, and not just because it would mean Bucky could go back to his apartment to hang out with his cat. It’s because he knows what Tony is doing, he knows the rotating cast of friends that meet Tony at one bar just to abandon him at another. He knows how damn lonely that is.

He might be watching from a distance, but Bucky is pretty damn good at what he does and he can tell there’s a lot more to Tony than the kid lets on. He’s got a bigger heart than he likes to show and hidden scars, he deserves better than fake friends and a father who won’t even give him a chance.

But that’s none of Bucky’s business.

Two more bars later, Bucky is feeling a lot less generous towards his charge. This place is too damn crowded, and loud, and Bucky has to keep moving around to keep Tony in his sight. And for what, just to watch him half-heartedly flirt with some asshole in a trucker hat, of all things? The kid could at least have the decency to have some taste.

Bucky forces down some more unsavory thoughts about trucker-hat-douche as he slides onto another seat at the bar and waves for a refill on his beer. He pointedly ignores it when the guy on the next stool spins to face him, keeping his gaze fixed firmly on Tony near the pool table across the bar. Even if he wasn’t working right now, he is in no mood and he does his best to convey that with the side of his face.

The asshole doesn’t take the hint though, and Bucky can feel the weight of his sleazy smirk as he asks, “Well hello, you come here often?”

“Nope,” Bucky says shortly, which is conveniently both true, and will hopefully cut off any further conversation.

"That makes sense,” the man says with a nod and a widening smirk, continuing to ignore all of Bucky’s not-so-subtle hints, “I would remember seeing you before.”

He probably thinks it sounds flattering, but he just comes across as gross. Bucky takes his eyes off his charge just long enough to glance over at the man next to him, taking in his flushed, sweaty face. The asshole is definitely drunk, probably completely hammered, and Bucky doesn’t want to deal with this.

He fixes his eyes forward again, hoping the guy will at least take one of his hints if he just keeps throwing them in the asshole’s face.

“C’mon, I’ve seen you moving all around the bar,“ the man says, because of course he can’t just give up. ”It’s obvious you’re looking for something, only to wind up next to me,“ he continues in what he probably thinks is an alluring tone, ”there’s no reason to play hard to get now.”

"‘M not playing anythin’,” Bucky snaps, cutting his gaze to the side just long enough to give the man a sharp glare, "and I’m not interested."

The asshole on the next stool just laughs, and Bucky can smell the vodka on his breath as he leans closer. “Don’t be like that,” he says with another slimey laugh, “you don’t even know me yet, and I’m very interesting.”

Bucky lets himself outright scoff at that, because he very seriously doubts that this bar-regular who can’t take no for an answer has any sort of hobby that Bucky would find interesting. He can see it from the corner of his eye when the asshole scowls, when his fingers curl tighter around his drink, and Bucky sighs internally.

“What, you think you’re too good to even give me the fucking time of day?” The guy demands, abandoning his attempt at a sultry tone in favor of a snarl. It sounds more natural for him, honestly.

There are a lot of ways Bucky could answer that.

He could point out that technically at this point it would be ‘time of night.’ Or he could get brutally honest and say that while he doesn’t usually think very highly of himself at all these days, he does still think he can do better than this random bar asshole. Maybe not a whole lot better, but better.

Instead of saying anything at all though, Bucky reluctantly tears his eyes away from the Stark heir across the small bar. He turns to finally face the man next to him and fixes him with a dry, expectant stare, quirking an eyebrow and letting the man fill in how ‘interesting’ Bucky thinks he is for himself.

The asshole’s face starts to twist with rage, but he smooths it out again with what looks like a fair amount of effort before saying, “Well, how about you let me buy you a drink and give me sixty seconds to change your mind.”

“No,” Bucky says shortly and starts to turn away. But then the man starts to reach for him, like he’s going to grab Bucky’s shoulder to stop him, and Bucky goes tense all over.

Part of him, a big part, wants to break this asshole’s wrist and be done with it, but that would draw way too much attention. He doesn’t trust himself to grab the man’s hand without breaking something, and he can’t even risk punching the jerk when his entire job relies on Tony never noticing him.

So Bucky has to settle for moving out of the asshole’s reach, shifting half off of his stool to accomplish it, and glaring harder as he snaps, "Do not touch me."

If the man was less drunk, and less of a dick, there’s no doubt that Bucky’s best death glare would be enough to chase him off. But he is a drunk asshole, so instead of running he grits his teeth and narrows his eyes.

“Listen, asshole,” the guy starts and Bucky does outright laugh at that, sharp and mocking.

He’s not surprised that the man’s face flushes an angrier shade of red, but Bucky really couldn’t help himself. The asshole continues to sputter for a second before sliding ungracefully off his stool and pulling himself up to his full height, wobbling slightly in the process.

“I don’t appreciate you- fuckin’- talking down to me,” the asshole spits furiously, but Bucky isn’t listening to him anymore.

With a sigh, Bucky slides the rest of the way off of his own stool and he can only hope that Tony is still distracted with the trucker-hat-douche because this is definitely about to become a scene. At least it’s somewhat gratifying to watch the drunk stumble back half a step when Bucky pulls himself up to his full height and squares his shoulders, but it doesn’t look like the man plans on backing down.

“Last chance to walk away,” Bucky warns because he has had it with tonight. At this point he will be perfectly happy to get kicked out of this shitty bar and fuck this job.

The asshole has his mouth open to respond, but then his eyes go wide as Bucky feels someone winding their arms around his and plastering themself tightly to his side. Bucky feels his own face twitch in shock when he jerks his gaze to the side and realizes that it’s Tony clinging to him.

Tony, who Bucky is supposed to be keeping an eye on, and who is not supposed to even be aware of Bucky’s existence. Tony, who is smiling up at him like Bucky isn’t a complete stranger to him, like he knows Bucky.

“There you are, hot stuff,” Tony says, his tone as familiar as his grin, and Bucky has a terrible feeling about the future of his employment. “I was starting to think you were standing me up,” Tony continues, fluttering those long eyelashes up at him.

The eyelashes that Bucky has tried so hard not to notice, but he’s sure as hell noticing them now.

Even caught off guard, and maybe a little distracted, Bucky isn’t a complete moron. He knows what Tony is doing, so he quickly pulls it together and works up a smile of his own.

“Wouldn’t’ve been so hard t’ spot you if you’d picked a less crowded place,” Bucky finds himself saying, because he can’t not complain about this dive bar now that he’s been given the chance.

Tony throws his head back with a laugh, and Bucky does not let himself get caught up in the sound of it. Not even a little.

“I * knew* you would hate it,” Tony says gleefully and the light in his eyes isn’t just teasing, it’s knowing.

Like Tony actually chose this bar just to annoy him, and Bucky is officially in so over his head.

He is also reluctantly charmed, and Bucky can’t fight down a tiny grin of his own even as he shakes his head and says, “You-”

“Hey,” the asshole interrupts, apparently not happy with being completely ignored.

He’s glaring at both of them now, and Bucky automatically shifts so he’s a little more between the drunk and the person he’s supposed to be secretly bodyguarding. He can at least still do half of his job. Tony grins at him like he knows exactly what Bucky is thinking, and hell, he probably does. Just like it’s probably no accident that Tony is wrapped around his good arm, making it much less likely that he’ll throw a punch.

Nothing would really surprise Bucky at this point, Tony is so damn smart and apparently Bucky has been underestimating him, too. And apparently, Tony has been watching him back, and Bucky has no idea what to do with that.

When the asshole makes another impatient sound Tony finally deigns to look over at him, barely tearing his gaze away from Bucky long enough to flit his eyes over the man from head to foot.

“Bye,” Tony says, his tone artfully dismissive, and then goes right back to grinning up at Bucky like the other man doesn’t exist.

To Tony’s credit, his cold, superior tone has the asshole automatically taking a step backward, even as he sputters, "Dude, wh- what the fuck-"

“What part are you not getting?” Tony asks, one sharp eyebrow crawling up his forehead as he slowly turns to face the asshole again, like he’s still unconvinced that the man is worth the effort. ”He was looking for someone, now he’s found me,“ Tony continues as he smoothly fits himself under Bucky’s arm, ”no part of this has anything to do with you, so you can go ahead and leave now."

Bucky can’t quite bite down his laugh when the drunk man sputters dumbly again, and the tiny grin that Tony flashes up at him has Bucky’s heartbeat doing truly concerning things in his chest. But he’s not thinking about that, just like he’s not thinking about the way his arm has automatically fallen around Tony’s shoulders, the way Tony fits perfectly against his side.

“L-Listen here, you little-” the asshole stutters and then trails off, his face going scarlet as he seems to notice all of the people staring at them.

"Little what?" Tony asks coldly, the look on his face just daring the asshole to come up with something that Tony hasn’t been called before. Bucky is equal parts impressed, enraged at his employer all over again, and trying his best not to be completely smitten.

The asshole’s face is nearly purple as his eyes dart from side to side, taking note of the increasing number of people watching them with open interest and amusement.

“Fuck this,” he grumbles and finally starts to back away, deciding to save what little face he has left in front of this crowd of college douchebags. He apparently has to try and get the last word though, because as he turns he shoots Bucky a final glare he loudly mutters “I could do better anyways.”

“Doubt it!” Tony calls after him gleefully, and the on-looking crowd laughs. Then he turns his bright grin up at Bucky, and oh, fuck.

Bucky is so fucking fucked.

“Do you want to get out of here, now?” Tony asks, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Yes,” Bucky groans instantly and emphatically, all thoughts of his imminent unemployment momentarily forgotten in the force of his relief over getting to leave.

Being caught by Tony is the least of the rules he’s broken, but he can worry about that later, or maybe never. It’s not like anyone needs to know that he’s been slowly but surely failing the first rule of bodyguarding over months of catching glimpses of the real Tony. Except Tony might know, because he’s been watching Bucky back.

And Tony is still grinning smugly as he starts to drag Bucky out of the bar with his arm still looped comfortably around Bucky’s waist, staying plastered to his side. Bucky has no idea if it’s necessary or not, he can’t tear his eyes away from Tony to see if the asshole is still hanging around.

He does spare the most fleeting thought for the trucker hat douche that Tony was flirting with before, but that’s only to think that at least this mess is getting Tony away from that asshole. Tony deserves so much better, of that Bucky is sure, he’s had way too much time to think about it while watching Tony flirt with every type of douchebag.

Once they’re out in the cool night air Bucky drags in his first deep breath in what feels like hours, relishing in the slightly less disgusting smells of the city. At least there’s less old-vomit smell.

When Tony snickers Bucky looks over at him again, honestly not sure what to make of the teasing, knowing smile on Tony’s face.

”So, where to now?“ Tony asks innocently, like he’s not still actively throwing Bucky’s life into chaos.

”Off to look for a new job, probably,“ Bucky grumbles, but he can’t actually force any annoyance into his voice. It’s not like he actually likes this job, after all, but…

He’ll probably never see Tony again, once he’s fired, and that thought sends a sharp pang through his chest that Bucky is trying not to think about too hard. Tony is still staring up at him as they start to aimlessly wander down the sidewalk, apparently trusting Bucky not to run them into any street signs, and Bucky is trying not to think about that either.

”Why?“ Tony asks, sounding genuinely confused, and then he pouts as he adds, ”I can go back to pretending not to notice you, is that more fun? Little weird, big-time stalker vibes, but I can work with that.“

Bucky huffs out a laugh, then raises an eyebrow as he asks, ”“S that what you’re into? That why you haven’ ditched me yet, like all th’ others?”

“Give yourself some credit,” Tony says, patting his side, “I did try at first, but you’re hard to shake. Plus, you’re much cuter than the rest of them were.”

Bucky tears his eyes away from Tony’s teasing, flirty grin, looking back down the dark street and trying to ignore the heat rising in his cheeks. ”Maybe I’m jus’ sick of bein’ dragged to college bars,“ he says after a pause that’s probably tellingly long.

”Okay,“ Tony says agreeably, and when Bucky looks over at him in surprise, he finds Tony grinning up at him with an almost hopeful look in his eyes as he asks, ”How do you feel about burgers?“

Bucky finds himself trailing to a stop, still staring at Tony, who stopped right along with him and is now watching with a nervous little smile, like maybe he thinks the ‘better’ that he deserves is somehow Bucky.

For a second all Bucky can do is stare, his mouth gone completely dry. He has to lick his lips, watching Tony’s clever gaze track the motion, before he can croak out, “Seems like I’m gonna be fired for a different reason.”

Tony laughs, delighted, and starts leading him down the street again as he asks, ”What are you talking about? What better place to guard me from than up close and personal?“

Bucky is pretty sure that the elder Stark would not agree with that statement, but like hell is he going to be the one to point that out. He knows this is probably a terrible idea, and he’s definitely going to get fired for this sooner or later, but with any luck, it won’t be the last time he sees Tony.

”So, burgers?“ Bucky asks as he tightens his arm a little more around Tony’s shoulders, and when Tony smiles wider Bucky finally lets himself acknowledge the way it makes his heart flip over itself in his chest.

#my fic #winteriron #bucky/tony #starkbucks #riot writes

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gayspacedrawings · 6 months

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Cafè hopping

#Winteriron #starkbucks #bucky/tony #they are on vacation #ant draws #my art

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itsagentromanoff · 10 days

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Tony: [to Steve about Bucky] Does he speak?

Bucky: He does. Yeah, he can sit, stay, and roll over if you have any treats.

#original: birdman #robert downey jr #sebastian stan #chris evans #tony stark #bucky barnes #steve rogers #winteriron #tony x bucky #bucky x tony #tony/bucky #bucky/tony #sassy bucky barnes #the avengers #non avengers quotes #quoting the avengers

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sunnysideprincess · 9 months

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Winteriron Subway Shenanigans Part 1/5

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ashes0909 · 5 months

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Tony/Bucky #29

This prompt was so much fun! Thanks for sending it in!

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“This blond man has stupid ideas.”

Tony/Bucky; Outsider POV Rated T

Steve took a deep breath and counted to ten. He reminded himself for the fifteenth time that day that he actually liked his two closest friends, enjoyed their company most days, and wanted them to be happy.

“Maybe if you didn’t leave to go brood on rooftops without any warning at all--” Tony jabbed a finger against Bucky’s chest “--people wouldn’t be upset with you.”

Bucky growled under his breath, and Steve knew he was suppressing the urge to slam his fist on the kitchen island or smash some dishware. Instead, he shouted back at Tony, “You’re one to talk! You disappear for ages at a time in your workshop. Why do you care, anyway?”

Tony opened his mouth to reply, then shut it abruptly. Steve had seen Tony earlier, attempting to find Bucky to invite him to a science expo, and then saw the crushing disappointment when he inevitably only found him after the entire event had ended for the day. “Nevermind!” Tony moved to walk out the kitchen, and though Bucky reached out to stop him, he dropped his hand away before Tony even noticed the attempt.

Once Tony left the kitchen, Bucky let himself slam his fist onto the kitchen counter. Steve knew he pulled the punch because the granite didn’t crack.

“Buck--”

“Don’t start, Steve.”

“I haven’t said anything other than your name. In fact, I’ve been sitting here drinking my coffee, while you and Tony exploded at each other. Again. For the dozenth time this week.”

“He’s infuriating.”

“A leaky pipe is infuriating, Buck, and you don’t get worked up about that. This is something more. He’s gotten under your skin.”

“Who would know what a leaky pipe does to me in this century? Tony would never allow one in his Tower.”

“How terrible of him,” Steve drawled, biting back a smile. “Fact remains, he’s under your skin.”

“Observant.”

“Why,” Steve began, waiting to finish until Bucky was staring at him. “Don’t you do something about it?”

“Like what?”

And this was it, his opportunity to meddle, to get these two to finally sort things out for good. “There’s a science expo here this week. Invite him.”

Bucky dropped Steve's gaze as he made a disbelieving noise in his throat. “And why would I do that?”

“Because I know you, Bucky. You asked Tony ‘why do you care’, and now I’m asking you.”

Bucky didn’t respond but Steve watched as frustration gave way to curiosity across his oldest friend’s face. Then, Bucky turned on his heel and followed the direction Tony had gone.

Steve took one last sip of his coffee and followed his friends. He wasn’t one to eavesdrop, but he’d put in the time with these two, listened to their arguments, watched as they gravitated towards one another, caught them sneaking glances each other’s way more often than not.

Steve sneaked past the common room, down the hall towards the balcony where Tony had gone, and Bucky had followed.

“--Expo, Steve suggested. If you want to go, with me?” Steve heard through the balcony door, concealed behind a blue curtain.

He watched Tony step closer, and saw Bucky’s body tense when Tony wrapped a hand around Bucky’s neck. “Like a date?” Tony asked, hope evident in his tone.

“Yeah, Tony, if you want, I want too.”

Tony drew Bucky closer. Before their lips met, Steve heard him say, “This blond man has stupid ideas. But maybe this one was pretty smart.”

When they separated, both of them turned to look towards the balcony door. “Now stop creeping on us, blondie,” Tony shouted, while Bucky flipped him the bird.

Steve grinned in response and added, “You’re welcome.”

#writing #tumblr fic #tony/bucky #bucky/tony #winteriron #fanfiction #fanfic #still doing these so please send them in if you want!

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ace-t-fic · 11 months

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Jarvis: sir, it seems that James is attempting to contact you.

Tony: *nervous* Why?!

Jarvis: Maybe it's because he loves you, sir

Bucky: *sensing something is off in the universe and knowing tony has something to do with it*

#winteriron incorrect qoutes #winteriron #bucky/tony #bucky x tony #buckytony #james bucky barnes/tony stark #bbts

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amysnotdeadyet · 7 months

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WinterIron + booty shorts

The mischievous @annechen-melo asked for Bucky/Tony plus 'booty shorts that say "enemy of the state" across the back.' And really, who am I to complain? I merely drabble as requested.

Tony walked into the gym and stopped, wondering if he was dreaming. But no, he remembered how he got here, and why.

Bucky was doing some kind of workout on the mats wearing nothing, and he meant nothing, but a pair of white booty shorts that said "Enemy of the State" across the ass in bright red.

Tony was pretty sure his face matched the print.

Bucky came to a stop facing Tony, white spandex clinging to everything it could and still barely holding on. "Tony, hey. Need a spotter?"

Tony swallowed. "With you wearing those, I do."

Bucky smirked.

#my fic #drabble #mcu #winteriron #bucky/tony

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gayspacesprinkles · 2 years

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Tiny Bucky

#winteriron #starkbucks #bucky/tony #tony/bucky #my art #ant draws #gots an art block but i need to get things done #so i did nothing i should have

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otpcutie · 4 months

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Otpcutie’s Winteriron Bingo Masterlist — My completed @bingowinteriron fills, for round one.

A/N: I was hoping to complete more fills but I did have a lot of fun with this fic!

1. The Upside (E, 2.8k) | Square: I1, trans character

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

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

Links: Tumblr | AO3

Card below the cut:

#winteriron #starkbucks #Winteriron fic #bucky x tony #bucky/tony #otpcutie #otpcutie fics #otpcutie moodboards #bingo card #bingowinteriron2023 #bingowinteriron

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snarkythewoecrow · 1 year

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lacking the necessary context (or just another thing Tony blamed on porn)

by: snarkymuch -- Link to read on AO3

Not quite smut, but not quite not smut, either

tagging @buckybeardreams even though they read it already but i forgot to tag them last time so I'm making up for it lol

Summary:

Bucky had been courting and chasing after Tony for months, and finally, things were heating up.

And really, at this point in his life, nothing should have surprised him. But when he had started to shift, due to his body's reaction to the pheromones in the air, he had not anticipated Tony's wide-eyed confusion.

How the hell had he made it this far without knowing the basics?

Tony blamed porn for misleading him.

They'd been building to this for months, Tony teasing him and making him play chase, even if he hadn't realized it. The omega didn't seem aware of his own instincts. There was a story there, but Bucky wasn't one to pry. If Tony wanted to tell him someday, he would be there, ready to listen, but until then, he could wait.

Currently, Tony had him straddled on the sofa in the penthouse, fingers grasping for purchase as he rutted their far too-clothed bodies together.

And since Bucky wasn't just an average alpha but an enhanced one, his shift was already settling over him.

He had yet to ever press to see how far he could push it, but Bucky wouldn't be surprised if he could come close to a complete shift since the serum. Steve did, after all.

His gums began to tingle, giving him the urge to bite, signaling the changes were taking place. Being this close and worked up with his potential mate, his canines elongated, becoming sharp curves meant to pierce—to mark and claim.

And a quick glance showed black dagger-like nails, tipping his fingers that were becoming claws.

Tony's breath felt hot on his neck as he nuzzled and grunted with each broken thrust of his hips, trying to chase his release.

"Fuck, that's a good boy," Bucky said, the claws of his right hand digging into Tony's side as the omega began sucking over where a mating mark would go.

And fuck, if that didn't nearly break him.

He'd like to blame it on the Hydra-imposed dry spell, but the fact he was ready to come in his pants had everything to do with Tony and how his inner wolf had already decided that they were mates.

Unable to restrain himself, he growled and nipped at Tony's neck, dragging his teeth over his skin and lapping off the salty sweat after.

"Kinky," Tony panted, pulling back, his lips swollen from sucking at him and his pupils blown, gold lining the brown. A sign of compatibility. "I can get behind some biting."

Not even thinking, Bucky flashed his teeth, not expecting the stunned reaction he got.

Tony dropped his ass onto Bucky's thighs, potential orgasms forgotten, and just stared, a little wide-eyed and mouth agape.

A little concerned, Bucky went to assure him, but Tony shook his head, holding up a finger. "Just—give me a second here."

"You alright?"

"Nope, not ready." Then a moment later, Tony reached toward him, hooking his index finger under Bucky’s upper lip and lifting it.

Bucky had to suppress a laugh. "Babe, what are you doing?"

"Um, so, that's a thing, then. That you'd have fangs—and oh, those are claws. Because you're an alpha, who can shift. Wow, do I need to reavaluate the porn industry."

"Uh, yeah, sugar. Most alphas can at least pull off a partial shift. Why are you acting so surprised?"

The omega's face reminded him of a bunny in how it twitched before settling on something contemplative.

Obviously, he was working through something, even if he wasn't sure what, so Bucky tried to give him time. Finally, he nodded as if that confirmed something and said, "Um, sorry about the little freakout. You know me, dramatic, right? Anyway, where were we?"

Bucky caught one of his canines on his lip, considering how to approach this. He had a strange suspicion he needed to confirm, even if it didn't make sense. "Tony—babe—have you ever been with an alpha before—one that could shift?"

Because he might have been with one before puberty kicked in hard enough to activate their shift.

Tony looked offended, huffing, then adjusted himself, averting his gaze in a pout. The embarrassment looked adorable on him. "Of course I have," he said, then glancing at him just long enough to add, "I'm Tony Stark. I have a sex tape, remember? Multiple even."

He tried to cross his arms, but Bucky pulled his hands away, rubbing his wrists with his thumbs.

"Hey, look at me, sugar," he said. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about if you haven't. I actually think it's pretty cute—and pretty hot."

Tony's eyes snapped back to him, though he still looked like a scowling kitten, and Bucky couldn't help but imagine how cute he'd be with little fangs, leaving him to wonder if Tony was capable of a partial shift.

Shifting didn't come as easy to omegas, and when it did, the changes were subtle. Slightly longer canines, just enough to mark their alphas, and sometimes even claws would grow a tiny bit.

It usually took mating or extreme duress to pull those traits even from the most instinctual weres.

"What's on your mind, baby?" he asked, resting his hands on Tony's hips, and since things had simmered down, his canine traits were fading fast, so he didn't need to be as careful.

He scratched the lingering points of his black nails against the curve of Tony's hip, earning him a sweet little shiver.

Tony licked his lips, gaze falling to the barely there claws as he took him by the wrist. "Those are, uh, definitely something," he murmured.

He allowed Tony to turn his hand, watching as the omega flicked one of the half-formed claws, his pink tongue barely visible between his lips.

It didn't go unnoticed that his pupils were getting bigger, and he'd begun rocking his hips again.

And even though restraint had never been a strong suit for Bucky, he forced himself to hold still.

For whatever reason, it seemed Tony was missing some basic mating knowledge, which flew in the face of his previous playboy image. So it was clear he needed this, and Bucky would give it to him.

He should have warned him sooner, though, about how sharp his claws could be, but the way Tony studied them like they were beautiful, something sensual, had him distracted.

So the hiss as Tony jerked his thumb away, followed by the tangy smell of blood in the air, surprised him—and aroused him, too.

Because he wanted to taste it, to know his future mate inside and out. So without asking permission, as Tony watched with wide eyes, his lips parting in shock, that's precisely what he did.

"Careful, baby," he growled, taking Tony's wrist in his metal hand and lapping the welling blood from his skin. Then when the bleeding slowed, sucking the digit into his mouth.

He smirked around Tony's thumb when the omega whimpered, the arousal thick in the air now.

Tony swallowed, then stuttered, "So the Little Red Riding Hood thing, claws and sharp teeth, that isn't just shit they made up for porn?"

Bucky did laugh at that. "Definitely not." Then kissed his palm, nuzzling his way toward Tony's wrist and scraping his teeth over the scent gland—unable to resist temptation. He needed to taste all of him.

Squirming now, Tony's breath caught. "So, uh, knots? Is that an every alpha thing—or just a select few?"

The skin of his wrist tasted sweet and almost metallic—he couldn't get enough. He sucked at it, rubbing his tongue over the vulnerable spot, feeling his pulse beneath it.

Fuck, Tony made the prettiest noises.

Reluctantly, he released him, lips tingling, and he could feel his teeth changing again. The pheromones in the air were thick and enough to trigger any alpha.

Tony rocked and rubbed against him with a whine. "You're ignoring me."

"Trust me, I ain't ignoring you, baby. You're all I'm thinking about right now, but right, your question," he said, then grunted when Tony reached down and grabbed him through his jeans. "Shit, you can't do that if you expect me to think."

"Knots, Buck."

"Right, um, shit. Keep doing that, and you'll find out, but, yeah, not everyone can do it—pop a knot."

"I'm guessing you can?" And there was a playful challenge in his eyes. "Do I get to find out—maybe get a private demonstration?"

"Fuck, baby. I'm one hundred percent on board with that idea."

#winteriron #bucky x tony #buckytony #bucky/tony #non traditional a/b/o #they are werewolves #and Tony is not as experienced as he lets on #i posted a shitty link earlier but this looks better #and you guys can read it on here if you prefer

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nashapixie · 1 year

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Fic Rec List for the WinterIron server event

"All that glitters"

- Star-Blessed

Rating: M

Pairings: Bucky/Tony

Warnings/triggers: chose not to use

Summary:

The stars whispered to Tony as he fell back through the portal.

Everyone else who had near death experiences talked about bright lights and buried memories. Tony had the stars whispering to him and telling tales that couldn’t possibly be true, except -

Except things that Tony touched turned to gold, now.

- It Doesn't Have to be a 'Thing'

Rating: T

Pairing: Bucky/Tony

Warnings/triggers: NA

Summary:

Peter doesn't go to the tower every day, because that would be silly. He doesn't need to see Tony that often, and anyway he doesn't want to bother Tony. Besides, he's busy with his small circle of friends and being Spider-Man, so it's fine. Tony's always happy to see him when he does stop by, and when Peter has good news to share his superhero mentor is willing to buy him pizza to celebrate.

Spider-Man knew that Tony had a house guest, but when Peter drops by the tower to share something awesome, he's surprised to find himself face to face with the Winter Soldier.

- divine secrets

Rating: T

Pairing: Bucky/Tony

Warnings/triggers: NA, Bucky Barnes & Winter Soldier are Different Personalities

Summary:

“Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood,” James says if someone even mentions the movie in passing, leaving a pause as if whatever he is about to say is of the utmost importance, “is a fucking masterpiece.”

- ever in your favor

Rating: T

Pairing: gen

Warnings/triggers: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Hunger Games-Typical Death/Violence, Suicidal Thoughts

Summary:

Peter startles awake when someone shakes him.

“Sorry, honey,” May says. Peter blinks a couple times and she comes into focus, her hair pulled back from her face. She’s trying not to look a certain way, but he can see it in her eyes anyway. She clears her throat, keeps talking. “But it’s…” She glances away, wets her lips. “You gotta get ready.”

He remembers what day it is, and his heart beats like a drum at someone’s execution. But he tries to put on a mask, make it all seem normal. It’s everything but, despite the fact that he’s been dealing with reaping day since he was born, between himself, Ben and May. That fear that one of them could be taken away. Sent to surefire slaughter. But now Ben is gone, taken despite never having his name drawn from a bowl, and May’s finally safe. Now Peter’s name is in there alone. The last Parker sitting on the chopping block. He doesn’t know how to be. He doesn’t know what normal is, when the Hunger Games are looming on the horizon.

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riotwritesthings · 5 months

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Crushing Comfort

WinterIron, T, 500 - Avengers Academy, fluff, a touch of insecure!Bucky

Tony needs some comfort, he just forgot one minor detail

you may notice, this is not the AvAc!Tony thing I've been talking about on the ol' tumblr. That's still happening. But I can never resist making a cute tumblr post about my boys, so here's this also.

Bucky looks up when the elevator dings, a smile already growing on his face. Tony’s expression is dark as he steps out though, squeezing his way between the doors before they’re fully open and then making a beeline straight for his bedroom.

After a second of indecision, Bucky pushes himself to his feet and follows him. He finds Tony collapsed face down on his massive bed, and Bucky considers him for a moment.

A couple of weeks ago, Bucky would have assumed Tony forgot that they were supposed to get dinner, and he’d silently slink out of the tower feeling insecure and crestfallen.

By now though, he’s pretty damn sure that Tony is just being dramatic.

”You okay, sugar?“ Bucky asks, a smile barely tugging at his lips as he tries to shove down the vicious little voice in the back of his head whispering that Tony doesn’t want him here.

”My day has been bad,“ Tony says heavily, rolling over onto his back with a truly impressive flailing of limbs. Once he’s sprawled out and staring at the ceiling, he sighs loudly again before holding both of his arms up in the air and announcing, ”I require snuggles.“

”I’m on it,“ Bucky says with a soft huff of laughter, warmth swelling so huge in his chest that it’s almost hard to breathe around. Take that, mean little voice in his head, Tony very much does want him here.

He crosses the room in a couple of steps and climbs up onto his knees on the huge bed, carefully positioning himself. Then he collapses down on top of Tony, knocking all the air out of the smaller boy in an audible rush of air.

”Oof,“ Tony groans, his hands landing on Bucky’s sides and patting frantically, ”holy shit, how did I forget how heavy you are?“

“What are you trying to say?” Bucky asks, lifting himself just enough to pout down at Tony.

“I’m saying that you are a solid brick house of a man, and you are crushing me.“

”This is what you wanted,“ Bucky reminds him with a grin, collapsing down on top of him again.

”Not like this, I wanted comfort,” Tony wheezes dramatically, “I want to live.”

”Shh, I’m comforting you,“ Bucky says, tucking his chin on top of Tony’s head and covering him entirely.

”You’re crushing me,“ Tony gasps out, even though Bucky is making sure he’s still holding himself up a little, that he can still feel the full swell of Tony’s chest beneath him.

”Is it comforting?“ Bucky asks, fighting down a laugh.

”No,“ Tony says, but he’s laughing too and tugging at Bucky’s jacket playfully now.

Bucky hums thoughtfully, and then lowers himself down onto Tony a tiny bit more as he says, ”Well, give it a minute.“

Tony laughs harder, his face tucked into the hollow of Bucky’s throat and his arms winding around Bucky’s waist, pulling him closer.

After another second Bucky rolls onto his side, taking Tony with him and smiling doplily when Tony instantly snuggles in closer against his chest. “Wanna tell me about your day?” he asks, running his fingers through Tony’s hair.

“Not yet,” Tony replies, and then lets out a contented sigh, “I just need a bit more comfort first.”

“You got it sugar,” Bucky says, and then rolls on top of him again while Tony laughs.

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gayspacedrawings · 1 year

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Waiting for Tony's coffee order to be ready

#amerihawk #winteriron #starkbucks #bucky/tony #tony and bucky made a deal #steveclint #steve/clint #steve rogers #bucky barnes #tony stark #clint barton #steve is telling bucky a story about lucky and clint #tony will go to bed at a decent time and bucky would get him coffer from his fave cafe #Clint is giving luckys paws a break #im trying to do backgrounds #i hate them #so i must do them

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buckybeardreams · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Merpeople, Mermaid Tony Stark, Shorts (Clothing), Panties, Teasing, Adorable Tony Stark Summary:

Tony bares his ass on the beach to show off for his land boyfriend.

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Bucky whistled appreciatively, smacking Tony's ass.

Tony giggled and slipped his arms around his neck.

"You like?"

"Baby, I always love it when you show off that pretty little ass of yours."

Tony grinned at him, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Yeah? You wanna see my pretty little ass? I've been tanning…" Tony trailed off teasingly.

Bucky groaned and glanced around the beach.

It was empty enough, a couple sitting a ways off and a group of young adults, drunk and boisterous, definitely not paying attention to them. There weren't any families with kids, so there wasn't any reason for Tony to not drop trou.

"Yeah, go on then, doll. Show me."

Tony licked his lips, unbuttoning his jean shorts and slowly dragging down the zipper, giving Bucky a peek at the panties underneath. Just the top of the lacy little things was visible, but Bucky guessed it was probably a thong because half his ass cheeks were hanging out of his shorts, and they looked as bare as the day he was born.

Tony winked at him before turning around and pulling them down, panties and all, letting them settle just under his bubble butt.

Bucky whistled again, reaching out to cop a feel.

"That is one fine ass you've got there, sweet thing."

Tony giggled, pulling his shorts back up and darting away.

Bucky watched him with a fond smile as his feet hit the waves, water splashing up around him.

"Come on, Bucky! Join me!"

Bucky shook his head in amusement but kicked off his shoes and stripped off his socks and pants, leaving them on their towel.

He'd ditched his shirt hours ago, but he'd managed to fend off Tony's previous attempts to get him in the water. But how could he deny him after the sassy little thing showed off for him?

He couldn't, so he waded into the water after Tony, cursing when the freezing cold water cupped his balls, his cock threatening to shrivel up and burrow into his body.

"Jesus Christ, how are you not freezing your ass off?" Bucky grumbled, finally reaching Tony and snagging him around the waist.

Tony latched onto him, wrapping his slender limbs around him.

"No, my ass is totally frozen, but it's so worth it! The ocean is just beautiful, isn't it?"

If Tony had his tail, he'd be impervious to the chill of the waves, but with his legs, he was as good as human.

"Yeah, yeah, beach boy, calm your tits. It ain't all that great."

Tony giggled in his ear, and fuck, Bucky sure loved that sound.

"Feel my ass. It's so fucking cold."

Bucky didn't need to be told twice, slipping his hands into Tony's shorts and groping at him.

"Feels perky," Bucky teased.

Tony just grinned, delighted.

Like most mermaids, Tony was always delighted when he was in the water. And despite Bucky's grumbling, the beach was one of his favorite places to be because it meant seeing Tony's face light up like it was now.

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