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starksvinyls · 7 months

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Title: Come Together Rating: Explicit Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Tags/Warnings: Parent/Child Incest, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Size Difference, Anal Fingering, Anal Plug, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Daddy Kink, Aftercare Summary: Tony comes home to find Peter naked and waiting for him. Notes: the sequel to bad decisions! also this fills squares on three bingos! I2 'size diff' on @starkerfestivals summer bingo, I2 'just the tip' on @pparkerbingo, and G4 'anal prep' on @mcukinkbingo. also a huge thank you to jacy for his amazing beta work <3

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Tony had spent numerous days and evenings and late nights playing with his son’s hole. Rimming, fingering, petting - anything he could. Peter was so deseperate to be fucked, but Tony knew he wouldn’t be able to comfortably fit his cock inside Peter without some work. Not to stroke his own ego, but his cock was definitely above average. So, Tony had purchased an anal training plug set and Peter was still only on the first plug size. Thankfully, there was lots of other things they could do together.

Peter really did love having his dad’s cock in his mouth, and would frequently be on his knees, doing his best to deep throat, or would be stretched out on the couch next to Tony, mouthing at his length as they watched Netflix. There was also all the things they had talked about that first week on Twitter, months ago. Tony had tied Peter to the bed and eaten him out for nearly an hour before Peter was calling out his safeword. The beard burn between his cheeks left him unable to sit comfortably for days. Another time, Peter had begged to be spanked, and Tony turned his ass red, much to Peter’s pleasure.

Five months after they had started whatever it was they were doing, Tony came home from a business trip to find Peter splayed out naked on his bed. It was a very welcome sight to come home to, and he smirked as he left his suitcase by the closet doors and stepped over to the bed. He stood at the end, admiring his son’s lithe body.

“Hi, Daddy.”

“Hi, tesoro,” Tony’s eyes traced up Peter’s body to his face. “What are you doing, hm?”

Peter giggled. “Waiting for you.”

He then slid his feet up, bending his knees and then letting them fall open. The blue jeweled base of his plug was nestled between his plump ass cheeks and Tony bit back a groan.

“What’s this?”

“Wanted to be ready for you, Daddy. I want you to fuck me.”

Tony reached up to loosen his tie. “We talked about this, baby, not until you’ve graduated up to the second plug.”

Peter bit his lip, looking slightly guilty, which made Tony pause.

“I worked up to it while you were gone.” He finally admitted after a beat.

Tony growled.

“I made sure to be careful, promise!” Peter rushed to say, mistaking the growl as disapproval. “I fingered myself and used the smaller plug every day and yesterday I was able to get the medium plug in. I did again today.” He batted his eyelashes. “Please, Daddy?”

Flinging his tie to the side, Tony started on the buttons of his shirt. “On your knees, let Daddy see.”

Peter scrambled over onto his knees, upper half lowered and resting on his elbows, and spread his legs to show off his cock and little balls, hanging between his thighs, and the plug. Tony grinned and finished up with his shirt, tossing it in the same direction as his tie. Next came his belt, and he made sure to snap it as he pulled it from the loops on his slacks. Peter shivered at the sound.

Toeing off his shoes, Tony kicked them to the side and then started on his slacks. Peter was squirming, the light glinting off of the jewel of his plug. He didn’t make any noise, though, knowing his dad liked to take his time to admire. That was something Tony had spent a lot of time doing over the last few months - just looking at Peter. Now that he could, it was like his brain was trying to make up for all the lost time and soak up every iota of detail about his precious son.

His slacks were left in a heap on the floor as Tony climbed onto the mattress from the foot of the bed. He stayed kneeling behind Peter and brought his hands up to palm at each plump cheek of the boy’s ass. There were no words that were worthy of how perfect Peter was, every inch of him. Tony tapped the base of the plug with a quick gentle rhythm, making Peter squirm again. The boy was so sensitive, there was no doubt he could feel that deep inside him, far beyond where the plug could reach.

“Such a needy boy, hm?” Tony questioned. “Couldn’t even wait for me to get home before needing something in your little hole.”

Peter nodded, his hair swishing on the sheets. “Want it so bad, Daddy.”

He cooed. “I know. Don’t worry, Daddy will take care of you.”

Taking hold of the base of the plug, Tony tugged at it gently, not enough to pull it out, but enough to tease. Peter moaned and Tony grinned. He played with the plug a little while longer, occasionally reaching down to stroke Peter’s cock, or massage his balls. Peter was a whimpering mess by the time Tony was ready to remove the plug for real.

The metal slid easily out of Peter’s hole, leaving his rim puffy pink and gaping slightly. Tony tossed the plug aside, not caring when it kept rolling off the edge of the bed and landed with a thunk on the carpet, and then leaned over to grab the lube that was left out on the side table.

“On your back, sweetheart.” Tony patted Peter’s thigh to get him to turn over.

He had an idea about how he wanted to fuck Peter, and he wanted to give the boy’s knees a rest before then. His son was quick to comply, flopping over with a slight giggle when he bounced with the give of the mattress. Tony smiled at him and moved to hover over the boy to kiss him properly. Since he had been accosted by a naked and horny Peter when he got home, Tony hadn’t gotten do it yet. He could feel Peter smiling into the kiss, which made Tony smile too.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi, Daddy.”

Tony stayed knelt over Peter’s prone form for a moment, just staring down at him and smiling. Sometimes he couldn’t believe that this was his life now. He could have never imagined this months ago when he realized what was happening when Peter, in that stupid pun shirt, walked up to him at the diner.

Having got his fill of staring at his son, for now, Tony moved back to kneel between Peter’s spread legs, sitting back on his haunches. He grabbed the lube and popped the cap, pouring some out onto his palm. He ran his fingers through it, and then brought down two to Peter’s hole. There was no resistance, thanks to the plug, and Tony worked on pushing more lube into Peter. Satisfied after a few minutes, Tony began teasing Peter’s rim with the tip of his ring finger.

Peter’s body let him in, with a little effort, and Tony was reeling. This was the most of himself he’d ever had in his son’s ass, and it was a heady feeling. What would having his cock inside Peter feel like? God, Tony was dying to find out. He had been so patient with Peter, making sure to never push him too far, making sure to never hurt him (at least in a way that he wasn’t asking for), but now that the option to fuck Peter was on full offer, Tony was eager.

A constant stream of noise - whimpers and moans and gasps - was coming from Peter as Tony worked three fingers in and out of the boy’s hole. It was the most Peter had ever taken, and Tony wondered what it must feel like.

“How’s it feel, sweetheart?” He asked. “You okay?”

“Oh god,” Peter panted. “So full, so good.”

“You wanna try a fourth now? See if it will fit?”

Peter nodded so fast, Tony was a little worried about his neck. “Pleasepleaseplease!”

“Shh, okay,” Tony used his free hand to stroke Peter’s thigh, forgetting about the lube that had gone tacky in his palm. They both grimaced at the sensation. “Okay, lemme get some more lube.”

Tony pulled his fingers free much to the disappointment of Peter, if his huff and pout were any indication. He chuckled as he reached for the lube again, this time, squirting some directly on his fingers, wanting to avoid another lube smear.

Four fingers was a stretch. Tony had to push in so, so slowly as Peter breathed through it. He kept up verbal praise and gentle touches with his unoccupied hand, working his fingers in and out of Peter’s hole, loosening the muscles. The tips of his fingers grazed Peter’s prostate, making his legs jerk and causing a squeak of surprise. Tony smirked, filing away the general location of that for later. Tony was two knuckles deep in Peter when the boy propped himself up on his elbows to look down his body at his father.

“Daddy, will you fuck me now? Please?” He brought out the wide puppy eyes.

Tony groaned, knowing he was incapable of saying no to those eyes. Peter knew it too, which is why he used them to his advantage time and time again. He was sure Peter would be okay with the amount of prep Tony had given him, in addition to the plug, but a part of him thought maybe he should work the hole loose a little more…but those eyes. Fuck. His cock made the decision for him, then, he needed to be inside of his son.

“Alright,” He slowly pulled his fingers from Peter. “Move over, let me lay down.”

They maneuvered themselves around, Peter throwing his leg over Tony when he directed his son to straddle him. Peter was the one who could reach the lube now, so he grabbed it and fiddled with the cap, biting his lip.

“You want me to ride you?” Peter asked, looking a little uncertain for the first time tonight.

Tony hummed in acknowledgement. “I think being able to control how fast, and how much, you take will be better for you, baby. Plus the added benefit of gravity.” He explained with a smile.

Peter grinned back. “Okay, Daddy. Whatever you think is best.”

They got Tony’s cock lubed up and Peter into position. Tony held his cock at the base as Peter slowly began to push back.

The head popped in and Peter gasped. “So much different than the plug or your fingers.”

He slowly moved his hips, taking only the tip and a few extra centimeters; Tony was in heaven and hell. His baby boy’s ass felt so amazing around his cock, but it was taking all his self control not to just grab Peter’s hips and slam up into him. Tony’s hive mind was screaming to takefucktake, but he didn’t want to hurt his precious son. This was about Peter and Peter’s pleasure. Peter collapsed down onto Tony, bare chest to bare chest, and Tony wrapped his arms around his son to hold him close. He cooed as Peter whined, hips still working to try and take more.

“Daddy,” Peter let the ee sound at the end drag out. “Want you to do it, please. Just want you to fuck me.”

“You want Daddy to take over?” Peter was nodding to Tony’s chest before he even finished his question. “Okay, shh.”

Tony slid his feet up, bending his knees and giving himself the leverage he’d need. He slowly lifted his hips, arms tightening to hold Peter in place. His cock pushed further into Peter, making the boy moan loudly.

“Yesss.” He hissed. “Daddy, please!”

It was like a flip had been switched in Tony’s brain. “You want me to fuck you? Want me to use your little hole, baby?” He was growling.

Peter nodded frantically. “Please!” He begged. “Don’t want it too slow and gentle.”

Tony’s chest rumbled and he easily rolled them over, causing Peter to squeak, and then shoved his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper into his son. Peter screamed. The pace was rough and animalistic, both of them focused on their pleasure and not anything else. Tony fucked his son hard and deep, hips slapping against Peter’s ass where he had the boy nearly bent in half now.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Peter was chanting, panting and moaning as he clung to his dad, nails scraping the older man’s shoulders.

“God, baby,” Tony’s hips moved faster. “You feel so good, Daddy can’t stop, I need to fuck you through this mattress.”

“Please, Daddy! You feel so good, so big! You stretch my hole so good!”

Tony knew Peter was a bit of a size queen, it was obvious from their very first conversations on Twitter, but those words sent heat simmering through Tony’s belly. He loved how small Peter was compared to him - in so many ways, smaller frame, smaller cock, small little hole just begging to be stretched out. God, it was like now that Tony was allowing himself to think these things, his brain could not stop. It was sending him speeding towards his orgasm.

“Gonna come inside you, baby, fill you up with me.” Tony husked into Peter’s neck, where his face was half buried.

“Do it, Daddy! Fill me up!” Peter wailed.

The familiar sensation started in Tony’s balls and began to spread, and then he was spilling into his son’s ass, hips jerking, searching for that prolonged pleasure as he wrung out every last drop from his balls. After catching his breath, Tony pulled back and gently lowered Peter’s legs to the bed. He looked down and could see a mess on Peter’s taut stomach and his cock starting to soften.

“It felt so good,” Peter was flushed, a combination of the exertion and embarrassment at coming untouched, Tony thought.

“You are perfect.” Tony reassured, leaning over to kiss Peter.

His cock slipped free with the movement, and Peter moaned at the sensation and then his eyes widened.

“I can feel your come sliding out.” He whispered.

Tony groaned, again, and sat back to stare down at where Peter was gaping open and dripping. “Fuck, you are a vision, sweetheart.” He dipped two fingers into Peter’s abused hole, making the boy whine and try to squirm away. Tony pulled his fingers out with a soft apology.

“Bath?” Peter made those eyes again.

Laughing, Tony got off the bed and headed for the en suite. He got the bath going and then came back to help Peter up. The boy’s knees were a little shaky, so Tony kept an arm around his middle. They both got into the tub, Peter resting between Tony’s legs, back to front.

Peter played with Tony’s fingers as they soaked in the hot water in comfortable silence, and after awhile Tony’s mind began to drift. He felt like the luckiest bastard alive, he and Peter were closer than ever before, they had spent time working on their communication and worked through all those issues of inadequacy and unsuredness Peter had confided in to Tony when he thought he was James. Once those things had been worked out, they were both so much happier, and it was obvious to those around them, too. Pepper, Happy, and Rhodey had all commented on the positive changes they were seeing between father and son.

Tony smiled and craned his neck to look at Peter’s sweet face. The boy was practically asleep, and Tony exhaled amusedly through his nose. Time to get out, dry off, and cuddle under the warm blankets until dinner - just the way Tony liked it.

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greenwichmeanlime · 1 year

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Underwater (Steve/Bucky)

Title: Underwater Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes (established relationship) Rating: Explicit Words: 7k Chapters: 5/5 Summary: Bucky has a bad day; Steve makes it better.

Modern AU with D/s elements (CEO Steve/grad student Bucky)! Established relationship, happy ending, daddy kink, edging, begging.

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45791338

Chapter 1 created for @allcapsbingo | B5 "AU: No Powers" and for @mcukinkbingo | B4 “Character is a Dom” Chapter 2 created for @stuckybingo | G1 "Kink: Blindfolds" and for @anyfandomgoesbingo | G3 "Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes" Chapter 3 created for @mcukinkbingo | O4 "Kneeling" Chapter 4 created for @stuckybingo | B1 "Kink: Shower Sex" and for @anyfandomkinkbingo | B3 "Daddy Kink" Chapter 5 created for @stuckybingo | O2 "Kink: Orgasm Delay"

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America

Excerpt: Bucky moans around the gag as Steve runs one finger, slowly, along the line of his cock. His hands are digging into the sheets. He tries to hold himself still, but he feels himself straining toward Steve’s fingers, desperately trying to press his cock into his hand.

Steve slaps his ass, just once, lightly, more of a warning than anything else. “Hold still, sweetheart.”

Summary: Bucky has a bad day; Steve makes it better.

Warnings: None

Tags: Established Relationship, Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, In all universes there is one constant and that is Steve’s perpetual hard-on for Bucky, Dom Steve Rogers, Mean Top Steve Rogers, Not really just like in a sexy way, CEO Steve Rogers, Bearded Steve Rogers, Horny Steve Rogers, Sub Bucky Barnes, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Grad Student Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes is the sweetest pass it on, Porn with Feelings, and I mean a lot of porn and a lot of feelings, Off-Screen Kink Negotiation, Dom/sub, BDSM as Mental Healthcare, Catharsis, Light Bondage, Wrist Cuffs, Ball Gags, Blindfolds, Daddy Kink, Butt Plugs, Weighted Plugs, Light Spanking, Light Humiliation, Praise Kink, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Begging, Crying, Mentioned Cock Warming, Shower Sex, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Overstimulation, Sleepy Sex, Crymaxing

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45791338

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alpineandbucky · 1 year

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why they lost their minds (and fought the wars)

written by @alpineandbucky, art by @reagy-jay for @starspangledbigbang

Explicit | 10K words Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers

Captain America Bucky Barnes, USO Performer Steve Rogers, World War II, Misunderstandings, Pining, Cross-dressing, Porn with Plot, Bittersweet Ending

Summary:

The year was 1943, and World War II continued across Europe. In the USA, the top-secret op known as OPERATION: REBIRTH produced an experimental SUPER SOLDIER SERUM. The test subject's name: JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES. *** After the death of Abraham Erskine, Bucky wanted to put Project Rebirth behind him. Parading around on stage was not how he wanted to honor the good men who lost their lives, especially when he was fit to hold up his end of the bargain. Despite his best efforts to distance himself from the gaudy mantle, a navy cowl appears at base camp framing a familiar pair of blue eyes. Memories of the best part of his last few years surface, and Bucky is reminded of what he left back in Brooklyn. He quickly realizes just how much he has sacrificed for the greater good, but it seems the universe has decided to reward his efforts with a taste of something sweeter, if only for one night.

Read on AO3 HERE!

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controlofwhatido · 1 year

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fic: you’ve got the potion that can cure my disease

Title: you've got the potion that can cure my disease Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: Explicit Word Count: 7863 Warnings: None Tags: AU - Modern, Dom Steve, Sub Bucky, Anal Hook, BDSM, Doctor/Patient

Summary: Oh fuck. He’d know that body — that face, even without the blindfold — anywhere. This cannot be happening. The perfect, perfect sub he’s seen twice now cannot be his new doctor. Fuck.

Notes: See fic for complete tags list. Thank you to @late-to-the-party-81 for looking this over for me! Written for @buckybarnesevents connect 4 juniverse: doctor/patient. @mcukinkbingo i5: anal hook. @stuckybingo b3: au: medical setting. @buckybarnesbingo u2: kink: aftercare. @allcapsbingo g5: au: doctor

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diamantesart · 2 years

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Realizing a Dream

Bucky has always dreamt to visit the Grand Canyon. Steve has known that since they were little and the farest they had gone was the height of the ferris wheel in Coney Island.

The occasion comes when, for his birthday, Tony and co. gift Steve a new motorcycle, obviously not without custom touches from his friends.

Steve then decides it's time for both him and Bucky to take a pause from everything, leave behind the weight of world for a while to finally fulfill a dream.

The road leaves them space to clear their minds and somehow regain a sense of normality they thought they had lost.

But the best of things, the gift of this journey, it's truly the glinting gaze Bucky reserves to orange rocks of the Grand Canyon, a light and wonder in them that Steve thought he wouldn't have seen again and that he promises to cherish and protect from that moment on.

Steve Rogers Bingo (@steverogersbingo) - Square A5: Road Trip to the Grand Canyon

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buckyismybicycle · 1 year

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit Summary: Steve’s body hasn’t experienced a heat in 70 years, Bucky hasn’t experienced affection in 70 years. An unconventional solution brings them closer together. AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43870626 Tags: Cuckold, Exhibitionism, Omega Steve, Alpha Bucky, Top Bucky Barnes, Pimp Bucky, Prostitution, Blindfolds, Gag, Knotting, Possessive Behaviour, Possessive Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Big Dick Bucky Barnes, How to use Sex as Recovery, Glory Hole - er, Transparent GloryHole? IDK Steve gets fucked in a glass box, Gags, Multiple Orgasms, Rough Sex, Spreader Bars, Degradation

For @mcukinkbingo B1: "Alpha/Beta/Omega: Claiming/Possessiveness" For @stuckybingo N2: "Kink: Exhibitionism" For @cabottombingo D2: "Crying"

“Ready?” Bucky’s voice is soft as his fingers hook around the blindfold on Steve’s forehead.

“Yeah, m’ready,” Steve mumbles, cheeks flushed. He’s trembling — from nerves, from the anticipation, from Bucky’s touch.

“I’ll be right here, like always.”

“I know,” Steve replies, smiling as Bucky tugs the blindfold into place, plunging him into darkness. He knows that Bucky can smell it, too. If the honey-bergamot scent of Steve’s excitement wasn’t enough, he’s sure the building slick between his open legs will do it. His feet are strapped to a bar spread wide enough for Steve to present himself to the world.

“You’re still —”

“Yours,” Steve interrupts, beating Bucky to the punch. “Always. Forever.”

“Mm,” Bucky hums. “Always and forever.”

Bucky’s hand works the condom inside his cunt, and even though it’s not sexual in any way, Steve’s toes still curl every time Bucky fingers move. Even though it’s not a heat, Steve’s body still thinks it is. That’s what happens when you go decades without one, frozen in the goddamn Arctic.

Then you get thawed out and your body slowly remembers everything you missed, and demands you make up for lost time.

It was enough for SHIELD to bench him, until he could get his body under control because no amount of suppressants could help. They didn’t help Bucky either. The serum had messed with both of them, far beyond what science and medicine could comprehend.

But, Steve knows that Bucky has come so far. He’s so proud and he’s so happy for Bucky and all of the progress made. But Steve’s body, his biology needs more, and he can’t ask it of Bucky. Bucky, who had been so averse to touch he nearly ripped a SHIELD agent’s arm off just for hovering nearby.

It had taken weeks for Steve to even be able to hold his hand without being growled at.

Still, Steve needed his Alpha, and Bucky couldn’t even touch him most days. Not yet. Steve tried desperately to take care of it himself, but their scents swirled around their shared apartment setting the other one off — Steve, whining, Bucky, growling, leading to Steve feeling rejected by his Alpha, Bucky feeling awful for making his Omega upset. So they try to fix it, coming together, only for the vicious cycle to start all over again.

Months later, when Steve had finally caved and rubbed up against another Alpha, just for a second, Bucky fucked him for the first time after ripping Steve’s clothes off. Bucky had fucked him so thoroughly that Steve had cried. He had cried because it felt like euphoria, cried because Bucky was not only touching him, but doing all the things they used to, all the things that Bucky would do to drive Steve insane. He touched Steve like he remembered.

Slowly, they were getting there. Finding the things that worked and didn’t. This happened to work.

Bucky gives him a gentle nudge, for Steve to duck his head and scoot backwards, lowering his chest to the floor. He obediently feeds his arms backward and underneath him, for Bucky to clip them to the very same bar that keeps his legs apart.

He turns his head to the side to rest against the plexiglass floor, and there’s a dull thud as Bucky closes the lid. If he moves an inch in any direction, he’d bump into the walls, yet Steve is perfectly comfortable.

There’s the rattling of the sliding door opening and low murmuring over footsteps. His heart leaps into his throat as the sounds get louder, until they’re close enough for Steve to make out the words.

“You want him gagged or what?” Bucky asks.

“Shit, that’s an option?” The other man’s voice is higher than Bucky’s, more pitchy.

“Fifty more, but yeah.”

Steve’s cock gives a twitch as he hears the stranger curse, followed by the soft slap of leather — a wallet — and Bucky hums. They have no need for the money, but it’s fun for Bucky and that’s good enough for Steve. There’s a clink against the plastic of the box that Steve is kneeling in, and then Bucky’s scent wafts into his nose.

Steve purrs, quietly, just for Bucky to hear.

“Open your mouth doll, our friend here wants you gagged.”

Steve obliges, letting Bucky wedge the ball in place, leather cool against his cheek as Bucky secures it behind his head.

“This is…Wow.” The guy inhales sharply after his moment of awe.

Underneath Bucky’s delicious scent is a fainter one that’s unfamiliar to Steve. It’s not unpleasant, at least.

“You can have him in the cage or out of it, s’up to you,” Bucky drawls, his voice becoming muffled as he closes the door in front of Steve’s face again. There’s a cool breeze along his backside as Bucky opens the other end of the container. “But he gets a little feisty.”

“Uh, in there… Is good,” the guy decides. “I can still like, hold his hips and stuff, right?”

Steve nearly snorts, and hears Bucky do the same. “Yeah, pal. You can get a little rough with him. Like I said — nothing that looks like marking or claiming, and no Alpha voice. You do any of that and I’ll tear your throat out. What’s your name, anyhow?”

“Jack.”

Bucky growls, and it echoes through the empty warehouse. “I knew a Jack. Didn’t like him. Pick something else.”

The guy must be utterly bewildered because he’s silent for a while before he speaks up again. “Adam?”

“Better,” Bucky approves. “Go on, then.”

There’s a scrape of metal as Bucky inevitably plops his chair down somewhere. Bucky is never far, always watching over Steve.

Steve feels a set of cold hands on his waist, and he tenses up before letting himself relax.

“Jeez, you smell real fuckin’ good, Omega,” Adam croons, fingers roaming over Steve’s body. “Ain’t built like a typical one though, huh?”

Steve makes a noise behind the gag like he’s responding, even though it’s absolute nonsense.

There’s no fanfare, no foreplay, no words after that. Steve immediately feels something pressing against his opening, blunt and probing. He hears Adam give himself a few strokes and then he’s breached.

He cries out against the gag in his mouth and he hears a pleased rumbling above him. Fingers dig into his flesh as he’s roughly hauled backward, with Steve’s knees and face scraping across the bottom with a high pitched squeal.

“Fuck, yeah, take my cock,” Adam barks, fucking into Steve without any concern, without a care for Steve’s body.

The loud crack of their slapping skin fills the warehouse and Steve breathes harshly through his nose, best as he can in this position. He makes small grunts from behind his gag as he’s roughly pushed into, his shoulders and collarbone pressed to the floor.

“Jesus, fuck, you take that good, huh?” Adam’s voice is filled with glee, the tangy scent of his pleasure and arousal filling up Steve’s little box, thickening in the air.

“Gonna knot you, you bitch,” he snarls, pulling Steve’s slapped-pink thighs to his pelvis, shoving in as far as he can go while he comes with a choked grunt.

Steve can feel the fingers deep in the flesh of his hips, the knot expanding inside him, the slight tremble of the other man’s thighs as he releases inside the condom.

His own cock weeps at the stillness, close but not close enough.

﹏

Bucky purses his lips as he watches, his dick slowly filling. Steve is, and has always been, so beautiful — angelic even like this. It’s half the reason Bucky puts him in their little clear glass box, like a figurine on display. Bucky’s personal, pristine, porcelain doll. Bucky admires the expanse of golden skin, pink in spots from exertion, and his mind reminds him that Steve is his.

A soft thunk echoes when Adam drops his head down on the top of the box, exhausted and wrung out, with a soft “shit.”

Bucky looks at the time. Alphas don’t knot for as long if the Omega isn’t theirs, and if Bucky starts to get riled up, if he starts to exude his own scent in their territory, the other Alpha would be smart to finish it up quickly.

Steve’s small mewl turns Bucky’s attention to the display again, where Adam is minutely grinding against Steve, milking the sensation of what Bucky knows to be Steve’s warm, greedy cunt.

He’s a generous guy, Bucky is. He gives Adam a fair share of minutes before he rises, walking toward them. They lock eyes on either side of the glass cage, Bucky issuing a clear challenge to the other Alpha.

“I’m done! I’m done —” Adam surrenders.

Smart, Bucky thinks though he doesn’t say anything. He just watches with a stoic face as Adam tugs himself free and pulls his pants up.

There’s no exchange of goodbyes, just Bucky making sure to fill the air with his pheromones, like a warning to anyone else that might think of coming near them.

He unlatches the two bolts at either end of his contraption to open the box entirely, like a foldaway origami structure, putting the lid and side of the box down gently.

Steve makes a keening noise, having obviously heard his case unfold, and yet he still wasn’t being touched.

Bucky croons, soft and low, soothing his impatient Omega. “Relax, Stevie.”

First, he unclasps the gag, letting Steve gulp down air, and keen for him once again. Next, Bucky slips the blindfold up and over Steve’s head, watching Steve’s eyes blink open.

“How was that?” Bucky asks as he smooths his hand along Steve’s entire back.

“S’good,” Steve slurs. “But s’not you.”

Bucky preens, letting his aroma waft over Steve like a safety blanket. “No. No it wasn’t. Because you’re too fucking greedy.”

Steve licks his lips before he answers, wriggling a bit. “Y-yeah, I am. So greedy. But jus’... Just for you.”

Bucky’s cock gives a small twitch. “Hmm, iunno, Stevie. You sure looked like you were having a good time. Maybe you’re lookin’ for a new Alpha, huh?”

“NO!” Steve shouts, the chains and the bar rattling as he jerks, eyes wide open now.

Bucky’s always loved Steve’s eyes. It was the first thing that pulled him out of Hydra’s grasp and led to something he never thought possible — his freedom. Now they look up at him, pleading and truthful.

“No, I would never,” Steve insists, a near-growl. “Only you.”

Bucky walks around to where Steve’s still presented, whistles low and long before crouching and tracing around the outside of Steve’s hole. He sheds hisclothes, and plucks the condom right out of Steve, hackles rising at the scent of someone else all over his Omega. His body starts to light up, crackling tinder turning into a firestorm.

“Time to prove it, kitten.”

﹏

“Time to prove it, kitten.”

That’s all the warning Steve gets before Bucky buries himself in one hard thrust. Steve’s scream bounces off the walls, piercing even to his own ears. It doesn’t matter who fucks him before, whether they knot and stretch him or not, they never seem to come close to Bucky. He’s immediately drunk on Bucky’s cock, burning with need.

He wants to beg Bucky to fuck him, use him, but Bucky beats him to it and it’s perfect.

This is what he craves — to be ravaged, to be pushed and punished, to be reminded that he is still human despite the serum. He wants to know he can still feel like an Omega, he can still bare his neck and submit to his Alpha, despite being changed by the serum. He wants to feel like the Omega he was back before the war, instead of everyone assuming he’s an Alpha due to his physique.

Bucky makes him feel all these things as Bucky claims him, over and over again. Bucky is one of the very few people who can match him for strength, and he’s the only one Steve trusts like this.

He howls himself hoarse as he comes, the orgasm forced out of him by sheer determination on Bucky’s part. It had exploded inside Steve, his body unable to stop it even if he wanted to.

Bucky slows down, fucks him through it nice and slow with roaming hands, never quite letting Steve down from his high. “Pretty little thing you are.”

Steve shivers and purrs under Bucky’s touch. His voice is scratchy as he asks, “W-will you knot me? Please?”

“Try again,” Bucky orders, hips staying still, but fingers prodding around where his dick is currently embedded in Steve.

If Steve wasn’t entirely plugged up, he’s sure his slick would be gushing out, painting the floor. He nearly bawls as he begs Bucky again. “Will you please knot me, Buck? I… I wanna feel it so bad, I need it, pretty please, Alpha? Need it.”

“There we go, that sounds better,” Bucky rumbles, pleased by the desperate whines. “Come for me again first, kitten. Then I’ll give you what you want.”

“Thank you,” Steve sobs. “Thank you, Alpha, thank you, please, yes, please let me come.”

Bucky drapes himself over Steve’s back and tangles his fingers into Steve’s hair. He licks up Steve’s neck, right over his Claim, and Steve moans, skin tingling as if the puncture marks were being broken anew.

Bucky nips his jaw to end his tongue’s journey and tortures him with slow, deep thrusts, each movement feels like it’s designed to drive Steve mad. His eyelids flutter as he gives in to the feeling, shutting closed as his mind floats, brain full of nothing but the hum of static thoughts.

Nirvana.

“Gonna —” Steve nearly swallows his tongue when Bucky picks up on it even before Steve can finish his sentence, and drives into him with enough force the air is knocked from his lungs. Steve orgasms with his entire body — every muscle clenches, his toes curling, hands balled into fists, teeth biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.

He must black out for a moment, because he doesn’t even feel Bucky pull out, isn’t even aware of it until he hears the pit-pat drip of his own fluids dripping out from his pussy.

“Should see yourself, kitten,” Bucky coos. “Such a filthy, pretty mess.”

Bucky’s fingers dip inside and curl into hooks, opening Steve up for his viewing pleasure.

Steve can’t help but twitch and pulse, pushing more slick out and adding to the puddle beneath him. He makes a questioning noise — he’d done what Bucky asked, hadn’t he?

“Don’t you worry, doll,” Bucky drawls, extracting his fingers. “Was jus’ making a little more room for me, that’s all. Didn’t think I’d just stop, did you? This little fuckhole does belong to me, doesn’t it?”

Steve groans as Bucky presses in again, the burn ever present no matter how stretched he is. He nods frantically, ignoring the squeak of his sweat-dampened temple along the glass. “Yes, yea, all yours, only yours, always —”

“And forever,” Bucky finishes for him before slamming into Steve earnestly. All the pink along Steve’s thighs turn a viscous red with the brutal strength of Bucky’s thrusts.

It’s like Bucky hits a button every time his dick stabs at Steve’s cervix. It makes him babble about how much he loves Bucky’s cock, about how he dreams of it — choking him, filling him. About how he loves the taste of it, about how he loves the weight of it when Bucky slaps him with it. About how he wants to keep Bucky’s come inside of him and have Bucky’s pups, even if they both know it’s not possible.

Bucky comes as violently as he fucks, with a growl that reverberates down Steve’s entire spine. The arm planted beside Steve’s head whirs as Bucky pins Steve down hard enough to break the spreader bar. The snap of metal and clink of his chains let Steve know he’s free.

But he doesn’t want to be.

He stays exactly as he is and comes for a third time, whining and crying. His own cock is wedged underneath dribbling pathetically, emptied long ago, and his chest is heaving for breath as his vision blurs with tears.

Bucky’s knot swells, pressing against the walls of his cunt, Bucky’s dick deep in Steve’s guts, making it feel like a chore to simply breathe. He feels the flood of heat seeking out his womb, the Omega inside of him so thrilled by it, his tongue lolls out.

“Aaaungh,” Steve manages, lashes wet as he blinks to clear his vision. His arms are tingling with numbness but his fingers twitch, seeking out Bucky’s body.

“Shh, shh,” Bucky shushes. “You did really good, baby. Takin’ my knot so well.”

Steve preens at the soft tone, Bucky’s sweet words, and makes a grateful noise when Bucky starts to rearrange his limbs. His arms are pulled out from underneath him and gently massaged, before his hands are being placed beside his head.

Bucky presses a kiss to his Mark, fingers threading through Steve’s to hold hands. Steve’s legs are dead weight as Bucky spreads his thighs a little wider and lower, until Bucky’s nestled on top of Steve comfortably.

Steve is blissfully fucked out, fingers weakly curling around Bucky’s in return, laying in a pool of his slick and sweat. Bucky’s knot is huge, and at its widest, it draws a low, pained groan from Steve.

“Almost,” Bucky mutters, kissing behind his ear sweetly. “Just a bit longer.”

“Wan’ you in me f’rever,” Steve mumbles.

“Careful what you wish for, doll,” Bucky warns, his tone playful while trying his best to stay still.

Steve loves when Bucky is like this — taking his control back and calling the shots, deviously mischievous and flirtatious. He smiles as he clamps down and flutters around Bucky’s knot, trying to milk every last ounce Bucky can offer.

It could’ve been minutes or days before Bucky lifts himself off of Steve. Steve keens, the air cool on his sweat-slicked skin without Bucky’s heat. Come back, he wants to whine.

With his forehead pressed to Steve’s shoulder blade, Bucky hisses as he pulls out of Steve, watching every inch withdraw.

“Ah,” Steve gasps, Bucky’s hot spunk dribbling out instantly the moment Bucky is free. He feels Bucky’s fingers swiping it up, and he tightens his cunt, locking the rest away, the familiar guilt rising up in him. “…M’sorry I can’t give you pups, Buck.”

Bucky never shows any signs of being bothered by it, but Steve knows that there has to be some part, even if it’s deep down, that’s disappointed. It’s in an Alpha’s nature, after all.

“S’okay, sweetheart,” Bucky soothes, his scent still pleasantly filling Steve’s nose, of spiced orange and cardamom as he brings his come-covered fingers to Steve’s mouth. “You’re the only thing I need.”

Steve trills and then laps greedily at Bucky’s fingers with his tongue, swirling around them. He takes them in his mouth, sucking eagerly and obscenely, looking to please Bucky and earn him another knot.

“Good little Omega,” Bucky purrs, rutting against Steve as his cock fills again. “On your back.”

Steve obediently flips over, a dopey smile on his face as he spreads his legs wide, knees up.

Bucky traces his fingers down the inside of Steve’s thighs. “Tell me again, who do you belong to?”

“You. Nobody else, never. Only you —”

He cries out again, his hands digging into the muscle of Bucky’s shoulders. Sore, wrung out, over sensitive, he starts begging again even though he knows they’re far from being done.

#stucky #stevebucky #stucky fanfic #bucky x steve #mcu kink bingo #stucky bingo round 4 #captain bottom bingo 2022 #my works

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pleasetakethis · 1 year

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@mcukinkbingo open round card fill B2: voyeurism. My card & masterlist.

Pairing: Marc Spector/Steven Grant Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1150 Tags: Masturbation, Accidental Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk, Plot What Plot Summary: Marc needed to relieve stress. He didn't think Steven was watching. Read @ AO3

#marcsteven #moonmoon #moon knight altershipping #marc spector/steven grant #i love all of their ship names #moon knight #bri writes #mcu kink bingo

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rookthorne · 11 months

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Sugar, spice, and everything nice to do with my favourite super soldiers.

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑺

― BUCKY BARNES ―

֎ Incubus!Bucky Barnes — Depths of Pleasure ֎ Artist!Bucky Barnes — The Queen’s Masterpiece ֎ Modern!DILF!Bucky Barnes — Whispered Affections ֎ Nurse!Bucky Barnes — A Hero ֎ Alpha!Mafia!Bucky Barnes — Ruling Instinct

― STUCKY ―

֎ Tattoo Artist!Stucky — Garden of Ink

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

TBR

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

TBR

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑺

— The AO3 SERIES can be found HERE.

𝐌𝐂𝐔 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐁𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

— 𝐀 = angst — 𝐖 = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃 = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅 = fluff — 𝐒 = smut

🍒 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

Ｂ１ ♆ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗜𝗡 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky being a nurse meant that he knew of many ailments, as well as how to treat or cure them. It was just your luck that he knew exactly how to take care of you, in every way you needed him to.

🍒 𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｂ２ ♆ 𝗢𝗥𝗚𝗬

─── AU!Pairing ── 𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

🍒 𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｂ３ ♆ 𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬: 𝗥𝗢𝗕𝗢𝗧

─── AU!Pairing ── 𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

🍒 𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｂ４ ♆ 𝗦𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗟𝗔𝗦 𝗩𝗘𝗚𝗔𝗦

─── AU!Pairing ── 𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

🍒 𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｂ５ ♆ 𝗕𝗗𝗦𝗠: 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞 𝗡𝗘𝗚𝗢𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

─── AU!Pairing ── 𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

🍒 𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｉ１ ♆ 𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗬 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣

─── AU!Pairing ── 𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

🍒 𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｉ２ ♆ 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧 𝗔 𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗟

─── AU!Pairing ── 𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

🍒 𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｉ３ ♆ 𝗣𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗦

─── AU!Pairing ── 𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

🍒 𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｉ４ ♆ 𝗦𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗔 𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗟 𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗠

─── AU!Pairing ── 𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

🍒 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲

Ｉ５ ♆ 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗣𝗟𝗘

─── DILF!Bucky x Babysitter!F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐊 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The first day of any new job was always the hardest — all the rules and roles to navigate while establishing yourself as someone reliable, trustworthy, and far too interested in your employer.

�� 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐝

Ｎ１ ♆ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗦 𝗔 𝗗𝗢𝗠

─── Mechanic!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Surprises were not an unexpected occurrence when you come to think of it, not when you had Bucky Barnes as your boyfriend, though you had to give him credit where credit was due — he was a crafty, cunning man when it counted.

🍒 𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｎ２ ♆ 𝗕𝗗𝗦𝗠: 𝗦𝗨𝗕𝗦𝗣𝗔𝗖𝗘

─── AU!Pairing ── 𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

🍒 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬

Ｎ３ ♆ 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗦𝗤𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗘

─── Closeted!Bodyguard!Stucky x Mafia!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Suspicion and lies often led to the brash decisions that ended empires, whether they were justified or proven false, it didn’t matter — what was said and done could never be taken back. It was how you developed such a keen sense for divulging the truth, and what else could you have done with such temptation being placed on a silver platter in front of you?

🍒 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝

Ｎ４ ♆ 𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗦

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Novelties came and went as the years passed — the phases of costumes and trends passed you by with as little care as the last, but not this year. You were determined to make this a surprise that would take Bucky by storm, especially if you reaped the rewards of it.

🍒 𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｎ５ ♆ 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗛

─── AU!Pairing ── 𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

🍒 𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｇ１ ♆ 𝗦𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗔 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗚 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪

─── AU!Pairing ── 𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

🍒 𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｇ２ ♆ 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥

─── AU!Pairing ── 𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

🍒 𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｇ３ ♆ 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗖𝗥𝗨𝗥𝗔𝗟 𝗦𝗘𝗫

─── AU!Pairing ── 𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

🍒 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟

Ｇ４ ♆ 𝗠𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗖𝗨𝗧𝗘

─── Artist!Bucky x Mafia!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To rule the underworld took an iron fist, and it was easy to make your will known, but just this once, a soft touch — a gentle word, would get you what you wanted.

🍒 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧𝐤

Ｇ５ ♆ 𝗣𝗢𝗟𝗬 𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 𝗡𝗘𝗚𝗢𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Fairy Tales and stories always had one ending, that the prince would find his princess and all would be well; a masterful, happily ever after. You had never believed that would be you, not in your wildest dreams. Until the day that two knights in inked armour walked through the door of your castle and made themselves at home in your heart.

🍒 𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｏ１ ♆ 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗡 𝗦𝗘𝗫

─── AU!Pairing ── 𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

🍒 𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｏ２ ♆ 𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬: 𝗝𝗢𝗖𝗞 / 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

─── AU!Pairing ── 𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

🍒 𝐓𝐁𝐑

Ｏ３ ♆ 𝗚𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦

─── AU!Pairing ── 𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

🍒 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 ‘𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐥

Ｏ４ ♆ 𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗖 𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗘𝗫

─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky’s magic was something that you’d only experienced on a few occasions. Though, his plans this time would leave you begging for it again, and again, and again.

🍒 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞

Ｏ５ ♆ 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗗𝗜𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘

─── Alpha!Mafia!Bucky x Omega!F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

An unplanned emergency while out with Bucky for the day left you between a posturing alpha who bared his teeth — a flash of a warning to any bypasser that dared venture too close — and the experience of your first heat with the mafia boss.

Card by the team at @mcukinkbingo

#mcu kink bingo #event masterlist #masterlist #rookthorne's works #MCUKB

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sarahowritesostucky · 4 months

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📖"Merry & Bright"

Part 4 - Package Deal

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Tags: a/b/o, omega Bucky, alpha Steve, kids/domestic, fingering, anal sex, knotting, multiple orgasms, Voicing, claiming bites, D/s elements, mentions of PTSD, mentions of depression, postpartum, body insecurity, breastfeeding, mpreg, pet names

Word Count: ~7000 (I'm sorry, okay?!😫)

Summary: Steve and Bucky make love for the first time since the birth of their son.

(Or: a prime example of how even my sincere attempts at g-rated domestic kid fics devolve into 6000+ words of smut 🤦🏻‍♀️)

[“You want to know what it looks like?” Steve growls, pulling back with a filthy-wet sound and a voice that’s furious and rough-edged and determined. “It looks like the cunt of the omega who gave me my children. Looks like the cunt I wanna spend the rest of my life fucking, stuffing full of my cock, my cum, my knot … my tongue.”]

(Wait! I haven't read part 1, 2, 3 yet!)

Steve appears in the doorway to their bedroom after putting the girls to bed. “ ‘And the children were nestled all snug in their beds’ ,” he recites, making Bucky chuckle softly.

“ 'blah blah, something about a long winter’s nap' .” (Which doesn’t sound bad at all to him right about now.) “That took a while," he says, stifling a yawn against the top of Gabe’s head. “They didn’t get their hands on any sugarplums at that party, did they?”

Steve shakes his head. “Naw. Crackers and juice.”

“Juice has sugar.”

“They’re fine. Reading got ‘em down.”

“We still on Stuart Little?”

“Becs begged for an extra chapter,” Steve confirms, smiling from where he’s leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, eyes full of affection as he watches Bucky feeding their son. “Did you have a nice time tonight, babe?”

Bucky winces first and lies second, so of course his ever-perceptive husband raises an eyebrow and waits him out for the truth. Bucky recounts the encounter with Karen and the other moms. “They wear me out,” he says, letting his eyes slip closed and his head dig back into the pillow that he’s got propped against the headboard. “Even when I promise myself I’m just gonna eat the food and not engage, somehow they draw me in. They have that knack.”

“Eh. They’re just a bunch’a cotton-headed ninny muggins.”

Bucky snorts. “Yeah well I’m not too far off from ‘em.” He feels Gabe slowing down and trails his fingers through the boy’s wispy hair. “Here I thought it was last week instead of this week. Seven full calendar days off track.”

“Babe, it happens.”

“Hm. No it doesn’t. But you’re sweet for saying so.” He smiles self-deprecatingly. “Neurologist said I’ve got too much white matter, now.”

“Yeah, and he also said it isn’t getting any worse. Lots’a people have brain injuries and manage to live perfectly fine lives.”

Bucky doesn’t miss how Steve substitutes the word ‘fine’ for ‘normal’, and his lips twist wryly. “I know. It’s just, all this time I’ve been blaming it on pregnancy brain, but that'd be wearing off by now.” He groans with his eyes still closed. “Swiss cheese for brains, Stevie, I swear.”

Steve makes a sad tut of disapproval from the doorway. Bucky stubbornly doesn’t open his eyes, but he can hear the soft sounds of Steve padding across the room, then the bed dipping by his side as he slides in next to him. “You’re doing great, Sweetheart,” he encourages.

Despite how much Bucky disagrees with that assessment, he can still hear all the love and warmth in Steve’s voice, can tell that his husband sincerely means it when he leans in and kisses his ear, lips and breath lingering at the craggy, mutilated top. It’s one of the ways that Steve has always silently said ‘I love you’ to Bucky when he knows the omega is in a bad mood, and it somehow manages to worm its way past his churlishness each and every time. “Thanks, Babe,” he mutters.

Steve wiggles in to sit beside him, hip to hip, mindful of Bucky and the baby and not upsetting Gabe’s feeding time. “... Did something else happen today? You seem, I dunno, burdened.”

“I am. I mean I’m just fucking tired, but yeah.”

His hand appears on top of Bucky's thigh. “Tell me?”

Bucky sighs. “Just my emotions goin’ haywire. Hormones. I went jogging and cried in the park.”

“Baby,”

Steve never likes to hear that Bucky’s unhappy, which is the main reason why Bucky avoids mentioning it. He’s got a therapist for that shit, after all. “Eh, it was brief. I got over it. But then I realized the play was tonight and I had to scramble to get the girls' costumes together; and right before that, I had to do battle with this snotty little beta at the pharmacy just to try and get my prescription filled, so that didn’t help.”

“What?”

Bucky ruefully recounts the incident with his birth control medication and the new FDA regulations, and Steve starts to rumble angrily in his chest before the story is halfway through. Bucky opens his eyes to see his Alpha looking all indignant on his behalf. His lips quirk. “Easy there, Big guy.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Steve growls. “I didn’t know there was any kind of legislation like that being considered.”

Steve’s unhappy scent is making Gabe start to pull away, and Bucky rubs the infant’s back. “Calm down. You’re making him squirm.” Steve grumbles but tries to obey, and Bucky relaxes when he feels Gabe go searching for another latch. “I dunno Steve. Things are changing, and I see the signs and it just scares the crap outta me.”

“What do you mean, ‘changing’?”

“Just ... the little things," he mumbles, knowing that there's a chapter in his book called that, and that Steve probably remembers it, too. Bucky shrugs, avoiding Steve's concerned stare. "A couple of years ago, people weren’t talking so much about church. Now everybody’s back to talking about gender roles all the time.”

“People are allowed to have religion, Buck.”

“It’s not just that. It’s people’s attitudes changing, their whole approach. It scares me. People didn’t used to always be talking about what was ‘decent’ or what was ‘allowed’ on this platform or that. Purity culture, moral absolutism; those things were on the decline, ya know? People didn’t criticize working mothers as much. Omegas didn’t wear their collars in public like it's some sort of fashion statement. 'Tradwives' weren’t trending on TikTok. … Abortion was protected.”

“It’s still protected,” Steve argues.

“Here it is,” Bucky says peevishly, because they both know about each and every issue that’s been kicked back to the states in recent years. “It’s how fast everybody forgets. Now those bumper stickers are coming back in vogue again, Jesus fish lapel pins. Hell, it’s even normal to launch a friendly chat with a chipper little ‘where do you fellowship?’ They’re banning books all the time—”

“In schools, not public libraries,” Steve interrupts, then hurriedly adds, “I’m not defending it, Buck. I’m just saying there’s a difference.”

“There’s a difference until there’s not a difference,” he snaps. Then, after a beat of fraught silence between them, he whispers, “Please tell me it’s not happening again, Steve.”

“Hey.” Steve shifts beside him, putting an arm behind his back to pull him closer against his side. He kisses the top of his head. “No, Buck. We’ve got intelligence agencies to fight against that, now. That’s what Shield is for. It’s what I do. You’ve gotta know I’d never let you or the girls—the kids,” he hurriedly amends, not yet used to “the girls” no longer being an apt descriptor of their children, “get drawn into a situation like that again. I’d never let it happen, baby, never. You know we have an exit plan if things get bad.”

Bucky nods, swallowing thickly at the mere thought of it. “Yeah,” he whispers against Gabe’s head. He knows that Steve only put that plan together to help assuage Bucky’s lingering fears, his anxiety that never quite goes away completely. “Yeah. We can get out. We have a plan.” He’s whispering it to himself, vaguely recognizes the beginning feelings of a spiral, how his pulse is faster than it should be, audible in his ears, with dread pooling low in his gut like spoiled food.

He whimpers and pushes his nose against Gabe’s hair to soothe himself, inhaling the new baby smell that he still has. “We have a private jet,” he whispers, reminding himself, trying not to let his thoughts flash back to the memory of the retreating rear window of his mom’s car at a border crossing, his sisters’ faces pressed against the glass as they leave him behind in a country where he's not safe anymore …

“Untrackable Quinjet, fly to Canada,” he murmurs, trying to focus on five things that he can see, smell, feel, taste and hear … about Gabe, his son, his—

“Baby,” Steve is mourning by his side. He grips Bucky’s shoulder and gives him a comforting squeeze, which pulls Bucky’s vision back into focus from the panic attack he’d been about to fall into. Steve seems unaware of it. He’s still just cuddling him and talking platitudes in a low voice. “That’s not happening, okay? Things are fine, I promise you.”

Bucky nods, even though he can’t help but to worry, “Then why are people giving up their rights again?” he asks. “You know they’re expanding the Fertility Care Act.”

“I know. But that doesn’t take anyone’s rights away.”

“You know how I feel about it.”

“I know. I know babe. ‘Incentiv—”

“Incentivization is the first step to coercion!” Bucky finishes for him. “Yes. They’re prioritizing citizens who can have kids over ones who can't. How is that fair?!”

Steve lowers his head. “It’s not.”

“And passing all these restrictive laws? Requiring my Alpha to cosign on my birth control? How can they do that?”

Steve sighs. “We’re still a democracy,” he says sadly. “People still have the right to vote for the policies they want, even if they’re not the same things that you and I want. We’re a self-determining society, babe. If they get enough support for it, enough votes … People still get to make these decisions.”

Bucky grunts. “Well they're making the wrong ones.”

Steve hums in agreement, giving him another squeeze. “Hey now, don’t think about that stuff. Relax with me tonight, that’s what I want.”

“Hmph.”

“You’re gonna turn the milk sour, you keep worrying like that,” he teases. “C’mere, grumpy.” He dips in and nuzzles against Bucky’s face to try and get a small smile out of him. It kind of works, and Steve hums happily when he feels him soften. “How’s Little man?” he asks, kissing Bucky’s temple and looking down at their son.

“Pretty sure he’s eating in his sleep,” Bucky murmurs. “And I’m about to be too.”

“Mm. But you’re not eating.”

“You know what I mean, dummy.”

Steve leans in and noses at his neck, scenting him affectionately. “You smell so good, momma. Smell like home, like mate.” Bucky makes a grumbling sound of complaint at the “momma” and Steve snickers and kisses him in apology. He cups his hand behind Bucky’s flesh one, intimately joining him in cradling their infant son’s head against Bucky’s chest. “Lookit that,” he purrs, and it’s not all innocence to his tone, as he stares at where Gabe is suckling. “I love to see you like this,” he murmurs. “Seeing you feeding him, giving him what he needs. Using that part of yourself for this.”

Bucky groans and lets his eyes fall closed again in mortification. “Steeve.” He feels Steve’s thumb start swiping back and forth on the back of his hand that's cupping Gabe's head.

“Shh. It’s true, momma.” Steve starts peppering kisses against the top of his shoulder as he watches Gabe nursing and Bucky blushing. He speaks softly between the kisses, murmuring intimate words of love against Bucky’s skin: “Love it. Love you. You don’t know what it does to me, to see you with him like this. Watching you takin’ care of him. Knowing that your gorgeous body can do this, can nourish him. The baby you made for me, my son.” His voice is rumbling again by the time he finishes, possessive, and he laces their fingers together and ducks in close to start mouthing at Bucky’s bonding glands—something which he knows turns Bucky on to no end, goddamn him.

Bucky groans and whines. “Are you serious right now?” Steve’s laugh puffs out against his skin, warm and affectionate, and Bucky drops his head to try and hide the smile he can’t keep off his own face. “Damn you, Rogers.”

“Language, momma Rogers,” Steve purrs, which only serves to make the heat in Bucky’s face worse. “Let me put him down,” he murmurs, kissing Bucky’s neck one last time before moving forward to take Gabe. Bucky hands him over with a tired hum, letting his eyes slip closed again while Steve is gone.

He’s surprised when he drifts off to sleep and the next thing he’s aware of is Steve crawling back into the bed with him. “Mmhh, I fell asleep.”

“I can see that.”

“He go down okay?”

“Yep.” Steve pulls him into his arms and lies down with him, kissing his forehead. “You make me so happy, Buck,” he whispers. He trails kisses down his face until he reaches his lips, then presses gentle pecks there until he’s able to coax his way inside for more. He makes out with him lazily, humming in pleasure as Bucky softens and starts to respond to it. He lets one hand roam his body, trailing up and down the omega’s side, then squeezing his waist. “You tired?” he whispers.

Bucky smirks with his eyes closed. “M’ always tired.”

Steve hums in agreement and kisses him some more. “He slept through the night last night.”

“Yeah. Don’t jinx it. Maybe we’ll get lucky again.”

“Want to fool around?” Steve murmurs, already kissing along his jaw towards his neck again. His big hands roam Bucky’s body, caressing his waist and circling behind to grab at his ass. “I miss you.”

Bucky sighs in pleasure, nodding. “I’m fucking tired,” he murmurs—very pointedly not a ‘no’—then shivers when Steve rolls over to cover him with his body, pressing one firm, thick thigh up between his legs. Bucky groans tiredly. “Ohh, Honey.”

“I’ll do all the work,” Steve promises, whispering the words against his neck in a conspiratorial way that makes Bucky chuckle. Steve kisses his bonding gland again. “Mmm, promise. You can just lie here and feel good.”

“Or fall asleep,” Bucky mutters, though as Steve presses his thigh down and rolls his hips, the odds of that happening significantly diminish. Bucky smiles with his eyes still closed and digs his skull back into the pillow, shivering full-body as he feels his dick waking up. “Mm, Stevie. Yeah. Make me feel good?”

“Course,” Steve whispers, before sealing his mouth over the sensitive tissue of Bucky’s bond scar. He hums in pleasure as he sucks hard, coaxing the gland underneath to swell and grow closer to the skin with arousal. He fits his teeth to the shape of it, biting in a quick, sharp nip that makes Bucky gasp.

“Oh! Steve …”

“You remember what the doctor said,” he teases, scraping his teeth over the spit-wet skin. “Hm? ‘Bout the ways Alpha can help you feel good?”

“Ohh, mm hm.” Bucky’s O.B. and his therapist have told them that stimulation of the glands can help relieve some of the effects of postpartum depression—including regular sex and penetrating bites from a bondmate. They've tried the latter but not the former, but Steve has been more than keen on the idea of helping his omega in both ways.

“What do you say, baby?” he asks, licking and kissing all over his bond scar. “Hm? It's all healed up from last time. Can I?”

Bucky whimpers, weak from the rush of arousal that always comes at hearing Steve ask for this. “Nnn,” he whines uselessly, rolling his body up against the alpha’s bulk. “Ssteve,” he slurs, “Nnn, don’t.”

“Aw, why not?” he coos lazily, still mouthing at that spot. “It’ll feel good, I promise.” He moves up to whisper in Bucky’s ear: “I know how hard it makes you cum when I time it just right.”

Bucky moans pitifully. He tries to remember what his reason for protesting it is, but it’s hard. “It’s almost—oh! mmm—s’almost Thanksgiving. W-we, um … T-tony’s parties, n’ the Turkey Trot …”

Steve lets his teeth drag over the glands again. “Fuck the Turkey Trot. So what? I love seeing you fresh with my mark. And this way everyone else will too. They’ll see it and they’ll know you’re mine. Know I was probably fucking you while I did it, claimin’ you all over again.” His voice is rough and gravelly by the end, full of heat and possession. “You got any idea how much I like that?”

“Hnhh,” Bucky breathes, unable to argue against that reasoning. “Okay.”

“Good boy,” Steve purrs, eliciting another pathetic whine from his mate. Bucky can practically feel Steve’s satisfied grin as he continues to nuzzle into the crook of his neck, mouth never leaving his bonding glands for long. “Smell so fuckin’ good, mama,” he groans, and this time rather than protest the endearment, Bucky keens at the way Steve says it: like Bucky being the mother of his children is the sexiest, most wonderful thing imaginable. Steve keeps kissing a path down his neck and shoulder, over his collarbone and chest, stopping when he reaches the level of his pecs and sealing his mouth to a nipple—the same place where their baby was nursing not even ten minutes ago.

Bucky shivers in sensitivity and blushes like a madman, his hands flying up to tangle in Steve’s hair. “Nnh, Steve, wait, oh …”

Steve groans and rubs his cheek against his chest, the drag of his facial hair and his hot breath making Bucky’s nipples harden into tight nubs. He brings a hand up to cup one swollen pec and mouths openly at the other, groaning as he stares greedily. “Fuck, baby, look at you.”

“Steve,” Bucky pants. “Nnn,”

“Mm mn, no. Hush. Just let me play with ‘em.”

Bucky continues to whine about it, but a hardening dick and a leaking asshole don’t lie, and Steve knows him too well to let him get away with such shallow evasion at this point in their marriage.

He settles in for the long feast, humming and grunting in pleasure between kisses and sucks to Bucky’s chest, alternating sides and squeezing whatever he isn’t mouthing over at the moment. “God, baby,” he says between one kiss and the next. “Wish you’d stay like this. Love your body like this. So soft, just for me.”

“Fuck, Steve.”

“Mmhm. Could keep you like this forever. All needy and sensitive.” He traps Bucky’s nipple between his lips and sucks, hard, and Bucky feels that tingly sensation and knows what’s going to happen a second before it does. His hands fly to Steve’s head and he cries out, but there’s no time for him to warn his husband before his body lets out a tiny spurt of breastmilk. Steve only pauses for a second, his mouth still on him, and then he groans loudly against Bucky’s chest. He sucks again, huffing in enjoyment, then lifts up and meets Bucky’s gaze with lust-blown eyes. “Oh honey,” he whispers, sounding devastated. “I almost forgot how sweet you are.”

Bucky’s brain is kind of short circuiting at the sheen on Steve’s lips, wet from his very own breast milk. “Shit,” he exhales shakily. “Alpha.”

Steve growls and drops back down to suck on him some more. Bucky can only lie there and take it, his head tossing on the pillow and hands gripping Steve’s hair as the alpha makes a playground of his chest. Bucky whines and complains, but truth be told there’s something small and squirmy inside of him that secretly loves it when his husband indulges in his body this way. It makes him feel wanted and beautiful, reminds him that Steve loves every part of him, even when Bucky himself doesn’t. “Leave—aah—leave some for the baby,” he eventually manages to say, laughing between pleasured groans and gasps.

Steve pulls off and comes up to kiss him, tongue swiping past Bucky’s lips and leaving the taste of himself behind. Bucky’s breathing shakily by the time they part, and Steve’s eyes flit over his face. “You okay?” he asks, so sincere in his care for Bucky that it makes Bucky want to give him everything.

“Yes Alpha,” he whispers, reaching up with his flesh hand and cupping Steve’s jaw with it. “I just love you stupid-much, is all.”

“Stupid much?”

“Mm, yeah, it’s pretty stupid.”

Steve surges down to kiss him thoroughly once more “See?” he teases, knocking their foreheads together. “All that moping didn’t curdle the milk after all.” Bucky huffs and swats at him, and Steve grins and rolls away. “Hang on one sec.” He gets up to undress, and by the time he’s crawling back into bed naked, Bucky’s kicked off his pajama pants as well. Steve slides right back into the cradle of his hips. Between their bellies, his cock is hard, but he makes no move to address it, focused on his mate instead. “What do you want tonight?” he asks gently, tracing Bucky's face on one side and then the other. “Hm? We can do anything you want. Whatever makes you feel good.”

Bucky softens, in love. That’s how it’s been these past four months: Steve being careful, trying so hard to respect any boundaries, to let Bucky take the lead as they find their way back to intimacy as husbands. Problem is, most days Bucky doesn’t know what he wants. He swallows thickly and rasps out a quiet, “I just wanna feel you.”

Steve hums. He tucks the recently-shortened strands of Bucky’s hair aside, eyes flicking from one ruined ear to the other, amazing Bucky with how his gaze never waivers with any hint of distaste at the mutilated flesh. It’s just love he sees in him. “I think that can be arranged.”

He kisses him, long and languid and indulgent, the kind of kiss that takes its time and never really escalates, more intimate than it has any right to be. By the time he’s kissing down Bucky’s body to put his mouth on his prick, Bucky’s a leaking, mewling mess.

“Ssteve,” he slurs as he watches his husband’s blond head of hair dip down between his legs and feels his mouth engulf him in sudden, overwhelming warmth. “Oh God.” Bucky’s eyes slip shut and he digs his skull back into the pillow, exhaling through clenched teeth at how good it feels. Steve hums from around his mouthful and Bucky hurriedly grasps at his hair. “Nnn, don’t,” he hisses, trying to calm down even as his hips are shoving up at Steve’s face. “Don’t hum like that, Jesus Christ.”

Steve laughs and pulls off to look up at him. He kisses Bucky’s cockhead and winks. “Sorry. I was just enjoying myself.” Keeping eye contact, he suckles and laves over just the head of Bucky’s dick, then uses his hold at the base to tap it against the flat of his tongue several times.

“Fuck.” Bucky pants and screws his eyes shut. “It’s been too long. I can’t hold it.”

“Who says you need to hold it?” Steve kisses his hipbone. “Cum as many times as you want to, Sweetheart. As many times as you need.”

Bucky groans. “That sounds like a challenge.”

“Maybe it is.” He goes back to Bucky’s cock, pushing hard at one of his thighs to force him to widen his legs even further. “There we go, good boy. Keep ‘em spread.”

Bucky peeks down at Steve and sees him staring at … everything.

Oh. … Oh.

He swallows nervously. It’s been over four months now, and he’s had the go-ahead from the doctor since all the way back at his six-week checkup, but Bucky’s still been self-conscious. They've resumed some recreational activities, but Steve still hasn’t asked to have sex yet. Bucky’s pretty sure he’s waiting for him to initiate. “H-how’s it looking down there?” he asks, trying to insert levity into his tone and failing pretty spectacularly. “Everything … everything good?”

“Mmm.” Steve caresses his balls, pushing them up and out of the way, feasibly so that he can stare at his perineum and further back to his weeping, clenching hole. “It’s winking at me,” he says, making Bucky’s face go red hot.

“You know what I mean,” he huffs, knocking his heel against Steve’s back halfheartedly. “How’s it … how’s it look?”

Steve hums and pretends to consider it very seriously, moving in even closer. “Looks perfect,” he says, a touch more arousal in his voice this time. And he’s so close now that Bucky can feel the heat of his breath against his skin. Steve’s finger touches just behind his balls and glides all the way back along his taint, up and down, tracing the line of where Bucky knows the stitches were. “All healed up,” he murmurs, sounding pleased. “Pretty and pink.”

Bucky snorts and makes a face. “Yeah, right. Don’t worry Steve, I’ve read all the reality check articles.”

“The what?”

“Stuff on the internet for new mothers. On how wrecked you are after giving birth. They say it’s especially rough on male O’s, and I’ve popped two of these things out, so.” He grimaces. “I think they have like, lasers or something that they can use to try and fix it, or at least make it look nicer.”

“What?” Steve sounds shocked. “Babe. What are you talking about?”

Bucky huffs, not wanting Steve’s false platitudes. “I’m just trying to be realistic, okay?” He squirms impatiently and refuses to look down at the alpha between his legs. “So? Does it look like … ya know, very messed up?”

Steve’s tensing shoulders and his low growl are the only warnings Bucky gets before his husband’s mouth is sealing itself straight over his taint and sucking ferociously, the accompanying rumble of his growl only intensifying the feeling.

Bucky yelps. “Holy fuck!” His body jolts in place, trying to bow off the bed, but Steve holds him still with strong arms wrapped around his thighs. “Sh-hit,” he gasps, “Steve!”

“You want to know what it looks like?” Steve growls, pulling back with a filthy-wet sound and a voice that’s furious and rough-edged and determined. “It looks like the cunt of the omega who gave me my children. Looks like the cunt I wanna spend the rest of my life fucking, stuffing full of my cock, my cum, my knot … my tongue.” He surges back in, taking turns between tongue-fucking his hole and sucking on his rim as brutally as he can, making loud grunts and groans in the process that are very clearly meant to drive a point home. “Mmph, mmm, hhmph!”

Bucky gasps and keens, overwrought by Steve’s words just as much as he is by the feeling of his mouth. He doesn’t even consciously think about it as he grabs his cock and starts jerking off, Steve groaning loudly against his ass when he realizes what Bucky’s doing. It only takes another minute of that before he’s coming, riding Steve’s face as his cock pulses in his hand and wets up his belly in spurts of clear omega cum.

“Oh God, oh, ohh …” His breath hitches in broken moans as he rides the orgasm out. Then the pleasure wanes and he slowly comes back down to earth, panting and dazed, blinking up at nothing but the blank plaster of their bedroom ceiling …

Until Steve reappears in his field of vision, having climbed back up to lie over him once again. Bucky welcomes the press of his alpha’s heavy body on top of him, accepts the slick-tinged flavor of Steve’s tongue when he slots their mouths together and shoves inside, demanding and harsh. “That was number one,” he says, when he’s pulled back and is looking down at Bucky with a satisfied expression. “How many more you gonna give me tonight?”

Internally, Bucky curses. He curses, dies a little bit, and falls deeper in love all at the same time. Meanwhile, externally, he regains his breath and meets Steve’s hungry stare. “I’ve got a feeling you’re gonna wear me out more than the baby,” he says, aiming for a wry drawl but only achieving something that sounds breathless and wrecked instead. He sees Steve’s eyes darken the way they do whenever he’s issued a challenge, and knows he’s in for a hell of a night. “What’re you thinking?” he whispers.

“I’m thinking: I want to see that again, and again,” Steve rasps, voice gone to gravel. “Thinking I want to watch you lose control like that all the goddamn time. For the rest of my life.”

Bucky flushes. “Steve …”

“I’m thinking: that I want to make you feel good in every possible way there is to feel good.” His lips ghost over Bucky’s as he murmurs, “So that you know. Because you clearly don’t—”

“Steve …”

“And so that you never feel like you need to ask me a question about what you ‘look like’ ever again. Not on any part of your beautiful body.”

Bucky groans and tries to turn his face away, But Steve catches him and guides him back with a gentle hand on his cheek. “Uh uh, Sweetheart. You listen to me. I want to make love to you. Until you can’t take it anymore, until you go soft and weak and cryin’ with it.” His hands start wandering over the peaks and valleys of Bucky’s body, caressing his skin. One hand moulds itself to the side of his neck, fingers playing over the texture of his bondmark, while the other glides down, pausing to stop and tweak a nipple, squeeze his waist, grab the fleshy curve of a hip. Very purposefully, he slides his hand to settle into place over his lower belly, hushing him when he feels him start to tense up. “Shh sh sh. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

“Steve, I’m … it’s —”

“Shhh.” He nudges their noses together, chiding and affectionate all at once, because he knows which parts of his body Bucky is most self-conscious of. But he doesn’t move his hand from the territory it’s claimed. “I know,” he whispers. “I know how you feel. But that’s all wrong, baby. And I want to show you.” He kisses him again, only this time it’s tender, almost achingly so. He relents and pulls back. “That’s all, Honey. I just want to make you feel new things, good things. I want to show you. I need to show you.”

“Show me what?” Bucky whispers, but then Steve stares down at him in that dark and private way that he deeply, intimately recognizes, and he regrets having asked. Bucky trembles and closes his eyes. “Steve, please. You don’t have to …”

“Look at me,” Steve murmurs. He rests their foreheads together. “I just want you to understand, baby. That when I touch you here,"—his fingers curl possessively into the too-soft flesh of Bucky’s stomach—“I feel something so profound, so far beyond just love or arousal … that I don’t even know what to say to you. You understand? It hurts. I don’t have words for it.” He looks at him imploringly. “You couldn’t be more beautiful than you are to me right now.”

Bucky’s heart beats faster at the intimate confession. He tries to suck his stomach in, tries to tense his abdominals and make himself firm, but Steve tuts at him and pinches the side of his neck, right over his swollen glands. Bucky gasps, eyes shooting back up from where he’d been starting to look down between their bodies at Steve’s hand on him. “I wasn’t.”

“Look at me,” Steve says, and this time it’s in his Voice, the sound of it sending an instant shot of arousal down Bucky’s spine and into his core. His eyes must show it, too, because Steve smiles and purrs deep in his chest. “Yeah,” he encourages, still in the Voice that he so rarely uses with Bucky. “That’s right. Look up here at Alpha. Do as you’re told.”

Bucky licks his lips, aware that his cock is rapidly hardening again. “Steve,” he breathes shakily. “I —”

“Pull your knees up,” he murmurs, and Bucky obeys without a second thought. “Good boy.”

A chirp erupts from Bucky’s throat, unbidden, and he colors in surprise at the sound. “Alpha,” he says, because it’s the only word he can think to say.

Steve smiles and strokes over his bond mark with the roughened pad of a thumb. “Does it feel nice? Want more?”

Bucky nods, blinking, the effects of Steve’s Voice still singing in his veins like a drug. “Yeah.”

They hardly ever engage in Voiceplay. It’s something Bucky enjoys with his husband, but he’s had bad experiences with other alphas in the past; times when men who weren't Steve assaulted him with what should only ever be used as a tool of lovemaking. Steve knows this, and so he usually avoids Voicing with Bucky unless he knows that the circumstances are just right.

The circumstances are just right.

Bucky whimpers and reaches down impulsively to cover Steve’s hand where it rests on his belly, but not to pull it away. “Alpha,” he chirps again, fingers curling over Steve’s larger ones.

“This okay?” Steve checks, his eyes scanning his face for even a hint of discomfort.

But he finds none, and Bucky nods his head in fast approval. “Yeah, yes.”

It’s still achingly vulnerable, having Steve touching this soft, imperfect part of him; but it’s intimate, too, and Bucky wants more of that. He wants Steve to make love to him this way, an Alpha with his omega—capital A, lowercase o.

“S’been so long,” he breathes, his voice hitching as his emotions finally catch up with him. Ridiculously, he starts to feel tearful. He’s missed having this with his mate so much. “So long, Stevie.”

“Baby,” Steve coos. “Don’t cry.”

Bucky sniffles shyly and tucks his face into Steve’s neck, feeling stupid. “Can’t help it,” he mumbles.

Steve’s fingers massage his bond mark and he kisses his temple soothingly. The hand that was on his stomach snakes around, dipping underneath his lower back and tugging them even closer together. “You gonna let me?” he asks. “Gonna let Alpha make you cum again and again?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah? Gonna let me give you another bite, make it a good one? Mark you up again for everybody to see?”

Bucky whines and nods, drawing his knees up, wrapping his legs around Steve’s hips and tilting his pelvis to make himself available to his mate. “Please,” he begs. “Please, yes, Steve. I want it, please.”

Steve rumbles deep in his chest and slots their mouths together in a brief, aggressive kiss, then pulls back swiftly and manhandles him onto his belly, pulling him up by the hips into presenting. Bucky cries out in surprise but goes willingly, widening his knees on the bed and pushing his ass back into Steve’s groping hands. “Good boy,” Steve praises, Voice dipping down into that register that’s low and rumbly and lets Bucky know that his Alpha is very pleased with him.

Bucky grunts and wiggles happily until Steve’s hand appears at the back of his neck and pushes down: a wordless, forceful ‘Stay’ that makes him shiver and whine with impatience. “Nnnh.”

The hand flattens at his nape and slowly drags down the length of his spine, appreciative and greedy. “Aw, Sweetheart,” Steve breathes, hips rocking forward. “You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect, y’hear me?” He curses quietly as he digs his fingers into the fat of Bucky’s hips, watches his cock dragging through the wet valley of his ass. “Jesus wept, Honey. Lookit you. Wet dream come to fucking life, I swear.”

Steve only curses this much when he’s incredibly turned on, and the knowledge that it’s his doing has Bucky slicking up even worse than before. He whines and scrubs his face against the bedding as he feels his hole pulse and leak, the slick tickling as it trails down his taint and balls. “Steve,” he pleads, relieved when Steve grabs his hips and continues to take control.

“Shh, s’okay, you’re okay. I’m gonna give you what you need. Gonna take it slow.” His fingers appear at his backside, slipping through all the slick, wetting them up in him. He starts to press in with one finger. “Real slow,” he murmurs. He fucks him on just that one finger, for far longer than he would normally do, taking his time in Bucky’s body, in relearning this touch with him. Bucky makes a miserable noise against the bedsheets and Steve hums, pleased. “Yeah? How’s that feel, Sweetheart?”

Bucky whines and nods, his cheek dragging on the sheets. He feels Steve curling over him, his chest pressing up against his back and then the finger sliding deeper. Bucky moans as it grazes over his prostate. “Oh, God.”

“Uh huh.” Steve’s breath hits right at his ear. He plants his left forearm alongside Bucky’s, holding himself up as he fingers him. Right next to Bucky’s face, their pinky fingers hook together, flesh over metal. Steve kisses the shell of his ear and whispers, “Bucky, honey. You’re so swollen inside, I can feel it.” He strokes his finger, curling gently over that spot that makes Bucky’s vision go blotchy. “I want you to cum like this first,” he whispers. “On my hand a couple’a times. Right on Alpha’s fingers. Okay?”

Bucky sobs and nods. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Steve, please.” He can feel the orgasm coalescing already, the pleasure of Steve’s finger pulling him closer on every pass. “Please, please.”

“Shhh. Remember: slow,” he reminds him, and Bucky’s guts twist up in further delicious arousal and frustration. Steve doesn’t try to edge him, though. He lets him have it, working him up to it steadily, not rushing, kissing his neck again and again as he fucks him on one finger and then two.

That added fullness is what makes Bucky unravel, his body pulsing as he gasps and suddenly falls into his second orgasm.

Steve talks him through it, never stopping the whispered encouragements against his ear: “There we go. That’s it, baby, that’s it. So good.”

Bucky collapses to his stomach, and Steve follows him down, gently nudging his knees inside of Bucky’s to make a space for himself. Bucky complies, boneless from his climax. “Stevie,” he slurs.

“Right here, baby.” He presses up all along his back, covering him with warmth. “I’m right here.” His hands slide up Bucky’s arms and cover his hands at either side of his head. Bucky moans quietly as Steve laces their fingers together and gives a squeeze. “Hey, gorgeous.” He rolls his hips, cock slotting into place. “You’re so wet.”

“Y-yeah.”

Steve rocks leisurely against him and Bucky hums at how slick it is, enjoying the intimacy of rubbing together full-body. He lets his eyes slip closed as he soaks it all in: Steve’s heavy weight, his scent, the scratch of his beard and the heat of his breath in the crook of Bucky’s neck. He wishes they could stay like this forever.

“You feel so good,” he whispers. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Sweetheart.” Steve drags his lips over the sensitive skin of his bondmark. “Can I fuck you, baby?” he asks softly. “You want that, hm? Want Alpha inside of you?”

Bucky is glad that Steve can’t see his face, because his eyes are wet from pleasured, overly-emotional tears, and this way he doesn’t have to bother being embarrassed over what a sap this pregnancy has turned him into. He nods and scrubs his cheek against the bedcovers. “Yeah,” he rasps. “Yeah, Steve. Please.”

Steve hums and kisses him once more, before he reaches down and lines his cock up, dragging the head wetly across his rim a few times with increasing pressure, until it catches. Bucky tenses, because it’s been so long since they’ve done this, and because the last event of real significance that involved his asshole had been childbirth, but Steve soothes him with a sucking kiss to his bondmark. “Relax,” he murmurs, pushing in at the same time and making Bucky gasp softly. “Shh, there you go. See?”

“Ohh.” Bucky’s eyelids flutter as he’s slowly filled. “Steve.”

“Uh huh.” Steve’s hips kiss his ass as he sinks home all the way. “Juust like that,” he purrs, grinding against him and staying deep inside. “S’it feel nice?”

“Uh huh,” Bucky breathes, lips parted and eyes closed, brow furrowed at how full he is. “Yeah, Stevie … oh …”

Steve chuckles and kisses his shoulder. “You feel amazing,” he whispers, before he experiments with moving a little more. He keeps pulsing his hips, rocking languidly, gradually building up to a slow pace.

He fucks him gently then, not pulling back to get on his knees or gain any kind of leverage. Instead he stays close, deep; plastered to his back and dragging his cock against his sensitive insides over and over so perfectly. When it pulls a tortured moan from Bucky's throat, Steve encourages him with soft, sucking kisses against his glands. “S’okay.”

“God, Steve.”

“Uh huh. Juust like that. I remember how you like it. Alpha's got you, baby.” Steve sounds like he’s getting close, too, voice laboured as he grunts against Bucky’s neck. “You gonna, ugh, gonna cum again, mamma?”

Bucky whines and nods. “This time,” he begs. “Please, please. Do it.”

The two of them share a bond, and that’s probably the main reason why Steve’s able to tell what he means.

He doesn’t disappoint, either, fucking him smoothly right into another orgasm and timing it perfectly. As soon as Bucky’s body goes rigid and his breath stutters in his throat, Steve’s biting down hard over his bondmark, breaking the skin and piercing the swollen glands beneath. Bucky sobs and comes harder and longer than he has in a long time, crying from how impossibly good it feels.

It’s compounded by the sudden groan that Steve lets out and the rapid inflation of his knot, as the bite sets him off as well: “Nngh!”

While Steve is stuck inside him and lost to his own pleasure, Bucky’s able to rock himself to one more, toe-curlingly delicious orgasm before he finally lets himself go boneless on the bed, fully sated. He knows when Steve is done coming, because the alpha becomes more attentive again, his hands running over Bucky like he’s checking him for injuries sustained. If Bucky hadn’t just come four times, he might've been able to spare a chuckle over it. “Hey,” he says instead. “M’fine, babe.”

“Yeah?” Steve sounds pleased. He gives his hips a lazy roll against Bucky’s ass and nuzzles his freshly-bitten bondmark, groaning at the pheromones that hit him. He licks a big, fat swipe over it with his tongue, groaning and making Bucky hiss. “Mmm," he murmurs. "You’re bleeding."

“Duh.”

Steve growls. “Be nice to your Alpha,” he Voices, and Bucky shivers pleasantly. Steve notices the reaction and gloats. “Hmm. Maybe we should start biting more often.”

“How often?” Bucky’s halfway through a yawn as he says it, and he feels Steve shrug against his back.

“Once a month?”

He chokes. “Steve!”

“What?” Steve’s snickering. “I like a well-scarred bondmark. S’romantic.”

“It’s fucking primeval is what it is, you caveman.” Bucky scolds, rolling his eyes. He clenches down purposefully hard on Steve’s knot, smiling at the surprised—Hngnn!—he gets for it. “We already do it on our anniversary every year.”

“And sometimes on Valentine’s,” Steve supplies.

“Exactly. Any more than that and people’ll think we have a fetish.”

“Well, maybe we do,” he purrs, kissing the bite. “And it is what the medical professionals are recommending, after all.”

“Ha, yeah.”

“... You’re really okay though?” Steve checks. “None of that bothered you? The Voicing, or the—”

“Shh. No. I loved it.” Bucky lets his eyes fall closed. He can still feel his pulse thrumming beneath his skin, bringing the delicious ache and throb of his glands to the forefront. “Every part of it,” he sighs.

Steve laces their fingers together. “Good. ‘Cause I take doctor's orders very seriously, you know.” He rumbles deep in his chest and gives a dirty grind against their tie. “We gotta keep you healthy, Buck. Gotta make sure you’re properly … stimulated.”

“You suck so bad,” Bucky groans. “Your permission to know my medical information is rescinded.”

“Aw, don’t be that way. I can dick you down again in like, an hour, if you want? Probably. Two hours, tops.”

Bucky yawns, humming as he pretends to consider it. “Tempting offer, but how ‘bout you cuddle me ‘till I pass out, instead?” he says, because he really does think the other night was a fluke, and that he’s destined to be awakened by a baby monitor within the next few hours. Steve wraps his strong arms around him and pulls them to lie on their sides. They spoon like that and enjoy the closeness while they wait for Steve’s knot to go down. Bucky gets goosebumps when Steve starts caressing lazily up and down his side. “Mm, that’s nice.”

“Mmhm.” Steve slots his fingers into the trigger points for the prosthetic. “Let’s take this off,” he whispers, kissing the shell of his ear.

It’s Bucky’s fucked up ear—a place where he’s usually squirmy and uncomfortable about Steve touching, let alone kissing, but right now it doesn’t bother him at all. Too many endorphins surging through his system, he supposes.

“Okay,” he agrees, since he doesn’t really love sleeping with the arm on anyway (he’s got this paranoia that one day he’ll sleep-punch Steve in the middle of a nightmare or something), and then lies there and listens to the sounds that the arm makes as it’s triggered to disengage from his body. He can’t actually feel anything other than some vague, mechanical movements deep in the arm’s very internal workings. It doesn’t hurt. And then it comes off, a sudden release of weight and tension that Bucky hadn’t even realized was there. He moans quietly at the feeling. “Nnh. Thanks Stevie.”

“You’re welcome.” Steve sets the arm out of the way and resumes his gentle stroking and caressing along Bucky's side, venturing up higher to where the anchor site for the arm begins, implanted permanently into his body.

Bucky can sense his husband looking down at it, can feel the pads of his fingers exploring thoughtfully over the texture of scars and metal edging. He sighs, feeling wistful. “Do you ever wonder what it would’ve been like, if we’d met before?”

Behind him, Steve stills. He’s quiet for a long moment, and just when Bucky thinks he’s not going to answer at all, his caressing starts back up again and he hooks his chin over Bucky’s shoulder. “Sometimes, in a general way," he admits. "But then ... it wouldn't be the you I fell in love with, would it? We wouldn’t be us.” He worms his other arm under his waist and hugs them closer together. “Maybe we’d have less nightmares between the two of us, less therapy,"

Bucky snorts.

"But I wouldn’t choose anything but this. Nothing would be the same if we hadn't met the way we did, y'know? You probably would’ve stayed in college, focused on your career, maybe put off kids too long. I wouldn't have joined Shield, Peggy wouldn't have moved away.” He kisses the ruined edge of Bucky’s ear again, so tender and slow that Bucky knows he’s doing it intentionally. “Just think: Becca wouldn’t exist. And we wouldn’t have Sarah or Gabe, 'cause you and I never would’ve met.”

“We might’ve.”

“Mm, doubtful.”

Bucky grumbles, displeased at that hypothetical, and Steve hugs him and coos in agreement, “Shh. I know, I know. That would be awful. I’m just saying: you can’t trade the good for the bad. It’s a package deal. And you know what? I’m happy with my package.” He seals his mouth to the fresh bite wound and gives a powerful suck, popping off with a wet sound and a pleased growl. “Very very happy with my package.”

Bucky’s too gooey and in love and fucked out to get the delivery just right, but he at least manages to wiggle his butt against their tie and mutter out a tired but saucy little, “Mmm, yeah. I like your package, too.”

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when I come home to you

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Word count: 1.3k

Rating: M

Tags: Wakanda stucky, post-ca:cw, canon divergence, softness, happy ending these boys deserve, non-explicit smut

Summary: After giving up the shield, Steve hangs up the uniform too, and finally goes home, home to Bucky.

Title from the song When I Get My Hands On You by The New Basement Tapes:

When I come home to you Gonna take you down to the riverside When I come home to you Hold you in my arms all night And now you know Everywhere on Earth you go You’re gonna have me as your man

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Title: Play Time Rating: Explicit Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Tags/Warnings: Omegaverse, Omega Tony Stark, Alpha Peter Parker, BDSM, Hybrids, Cat Tony Stark, Dog Peter Parker, Collars and Leashes, Intersex Omegas, Knotting, Oral Sex, Topping From The Bottom, Puppy Play, Felching, Subspace Summary: Tony loves taking control and making his puppy pleasure him, even if being the dominant one isn't the most conventional, given his secondary gender. Notes: this fills my @starkerfestivals Summmer Bingo square B3 'dominant omega' and my @mcukinkbingo square I5 'felching'. also a huge thank you to @khalixascorner for her amazing beta skills and helping me rework several parts of this <333 AO3 Link

“Come on puppy,” Tony said as they finished dinner. “Play time.”

Peter stilled for a moment before following Tony to their room, his tail picking up a slow wag, proof that he was getting excited. It had been awhile since Tony had said those words, and he could see how it affected his sub. Once in their bedroom, Tony watched with pleasure as Peter carefully removed each piece of clothing, folding it and putting it on the armchair, just as was expected of him.

It didn’t take long before Peter stood in front of Tony, head down, legs apart, and hands clasped behind him, leaving his body open for Tony to inspect. The pup’s lean body always made Tony slick, and he couldn’t wait to play with it properly tonight. He stepped forward, and started with just his fingertips, trailing them over Peter’s neck, past his scent glands and down his chest, taking a moment to firmly grab Peter’s cock and give it a stroke before letting go. He moved behind Peter, hands still trailing over Peter’s body as the pup fought to stay still.

Once that was done, Tony moved back to Peter’s front, but this time he started scenting his pup, using the gland on his wrist while intentionally putting out extra pheromones to flood the pup’s senses. Peter’s body relaxed even as his eyes seemed to unfocus slightly as he started sliding into his sub space. Tony’s sleek black tail flicked in satisfaction.

“That’s a good puppy,” Tony murmured, reinforcing the slide. Tony had specifically trained Peter’s body this way, using their little ritual to prep him when they’d play and help him go down. “You’re going to be so good for me aren’t you?”

Peter whimpered but didn’t respond otherwise, submitting completely to Tony’s ministrations.

“Kneel, puppy,” Tony commanded once he felt Peter was deep enough under.

Peter smoothly knelt, his head tilted up to expose his neck as he looked straight ahead. It had been so hard for Peter to learn to do that, to just trust that Tony would take care of things without always trying to keep Tony in sight and predict what was coming next.

“Such a good pup,” Tony said, running his hands gently through Peter’s curls and petting the soft ears. “Perfect pup, just for me.”

With that, Tony picked Peter’s collar up and buckled it carefully around the alpha’s neck. The collar was a rich brown leather with a light colored stitching along the top and bottom. <i>Stark</i> was embroidered in the same thread along the back just before the buckle.

“There, how’s that feel, honey?”

“Good, Sir.” Peter replied, his voice already a bit dazed.

“Good.” Tony smiled, clipping the matching brown leather leash to the O-Ring that hung from the front. “My good boy.”

Peter flushed at the praise and Tony watched as the color trailed down Peter’s neck and collarbones. Beautiful. He then led Peter over towards the bed from their spot near the dresser. The younger man went willingly, happily crawling along behind Tony to the bed, and climbing up onto the mattress when directed. Tony dropped the leash, causing Peter to assume his ‘wait’ posture, kneeling carefully with his legs spread open and his head down. Tony all but purred as he used Peter’s hair to pull his head to the side and expose his neck. He took his time nipping and nuzzling along the pale expanse, even as he used his free hand to play with Peter’s cock. The alpha didn’t move even though he whimpered beneath Tony’s attentions.

“Such a pretty puppy on display for me, though so sloppy and wet already,” Tony murmured against Peter’s neck. “You’re going to have to earn it if you want to come though, pup.”

With that, Tony finally let go and stripped off his own clothes, letting them drop carelessly to the floor. He climbed up on the bed and snagged the leash again, pulling Peter further up the bed as he settled himself against the pillows.

Besides him, Peter was waiting patiently for Tony’s next instruction. Or at least, waited as patiently as an excited sub could do after not having played for awhile. The sub’s muscles twitched often, visibly, as he restrained himself for Tony. It was so tempting for Tony to just let him sit longer, just so he could enjoy the knowledge that Peter was doing it for him, because Tony had demanded his obedience and Peter gave it to him. But it had been awhile and his puppy had been so good for him, so rather than draw it out too much, Tony decided to reward him.

“You’re going to lick me, honey,” Tony said as he pulled Peter closer. “Going to get me nice and wet and ready for your knot. And I expect you to do it right”

Peter whined, high in his throat and moved down to lay on his stomach. Tony slackened his grip on the leash and smirked down at Peter. The alpha dove right in, tongue already lolling out of his mouth, and started up a frenzied pattern over Tony’s cunt. Tony’s head dropped back onto the pillow and moaned at the ceiling. When they had gotten together, Peter didn’t really have any skill at giving head, but Tony had taken the time to show Peter just what he liked. This, however, was sloppy and uncoordinated, a nice little teasing warm up.

“That’s it, puppy, so good for me.” Tony praised, tugging slightly on the leash to let Peter know it was time to focus.

Peter responded by pulling Tony’s cocklet into his mouth and sucking. A shudder ran up Tony’s spine and he opened his legs a fraction more. The pup was up on his knees now, ass in the air and tail wagging frantically as he buried his face in Tony’s folds. He was dripping with a mix of his own slick and Peter’s saliva and he rolled his hips up into Peter’s eager mouth as Peter shoved his tongue as far as he could into Tony’s cunt.

Tony could feel the heat building, and as nice as his sub’s mouth felt, he needed Peter’s cock inside him, needed to feel the drag in and out of his hole. “C’mon, pup, time to fuck me.” Tony cooed, pulling on Peter’s leash again.

Peter sat back on his haunches and shuffled forward on his knees, better positioning himself. Tony gave him the go ahead and Peter guided his cock into Tony’s slick omega pussy. The boy whined and sunk all the way to the hilt, the slight raised skin of his knot at the base of his cock already stretching Tony’s entrance.

“Such a good boy.” Tony praised when Peter didn’t start thrusting. He knew to wait until he was given permission. “Okay, pup, fuck me.”

Peter didn’t need anymore encouragement; his hips moved back and then snapped forward, shoving his cock back into Tony deep. The alpha’s cock was long and just the perfect thickness to satisfy the omega, and this was another thing Tony had made sure his boy knew how to properly use. He fucked Tony, panting with his tongue hanging out and ears perked up like an actual puppy - it was honestly rather cute - and his hands curled into fists in the sheets on either side of Tony.

Their sweat slick skin slapped together obscenely as the alpha fucked Tony, his own pointed ears folded back against his head as his eyes slipped closed in bliss. He allowed himself a few moments to get lost in the pleasure before snapping back to attention as he felt Peter’s knot start to tease his hole.

Peter whined once more, the rhythm of his hips faltering as he tried to push in his inflating knot. Tony shushed the boy as he reached down with his free hand to pull his cunt open a little more. They both moaned deep and loud when Peter’s knot popped inside.

Instead of long movements, Peter switched to shallow thrusting and grinding, causing his knot to tug just slightly at Tony’s opening before being pushed back inside, a delicious tease around his opening. Fuck, he loved being stuffed full.

“That’s it puppy,, cum for me,” Tony demanded, raising his legs to wrap around Peter’s waist and hold him in place. It never failed to make Tony even wetter knowing that Peter could break free of anything Tony did, and yet still the enhanced alpha submitted to him. Whether it was kneeling below him or fucking him like a stud, Peter gave Tony all of himself.

It only took a few more hard thrusts before Peter was growling as he started to cum, the alpha’s knot inflating fully and plugging Tony as he was filled with Peter’s seed. Tony could feel the hot cum coating his inner walls as Peter’s cock pulsed and shot rope after rope deep inside him. He cursed and tugged the leash.

“Make me cum, pup, be good.” Instructed Tony.

Peter used his lower stomach to rub Tony’s cocklet, just has he’d been taught, the movement also tugging the knot against his hole. Fuck. The dual sensations had Tony’s muscles seizing as he started to cum, his omega cock leaking pearlescent fluid down the tiny shaft, and running down his stretched pussy and around where he was still locked with Peter.

His alpha whined as Tony’s inner walls spasmed around his sensitive cock and knot, and Tony reached up to gently scratch at Peter’s scalp behind the ears, calming him down. Peter laid his upper half down on Tony, his head resting on the older man’s collarbone. They were both sweaty and panting and their naked skin immediately stuck together, but neither cared. Tony kept up his scritches on Peter’s head as they waited for Peter’s knot to go down.

Peter’s tail was lazily swiping back and forth, a sure sign that he was content. Tony smiled and allowed his tail, that had been laying off to the side as to not be squished, to wander over and flick around Peter’s, their own way of saying <i>Hi, I’m here.</i> The alpha hummed and nuzzled closer.

When Peter finally slipped out of Tony, he was followed by a gush of fluid, a mix of cum and slick, and Peter blushed as he watched it leak onto the sheets. Even after everything they’d done together over the years, some things still made Peter blush a pretty scarlet. Tony grinned and pulled his legs up towards his chest. He held the back of his thighs and Peter made a strangled sound as Tony’s cunt was more exposed to his hungry gaze.

“C’mon, pup, clean me up.”

Peter dove down and started lapping over Tony’s asshole, where the cum had dripped down. He followed the trail of it up to Tony’s cunt and sealed his lips around the omega’s hole to suck any remaining fluid out. Tony moaned as his eyes fluttered closed. He was a little oversensitive, but Peter’s tongue was soothing, licking over Tony’s abused pussy like a balm.

Finally, Tony was all cleaned up, only Peter’s saliva still on his skin, making the A/C feel even cooler on his wet skin. He lowered his legs as he reached for Peter, pulling the alpha closer by the leash, and then the ring on his collar once it was close enough to reach. Peter dutifully hovered over Tony, arms holding himself up. The alpha’s eyes were glazed over, a dopey smile spread across his face.

Seeing Peter ride the high of sub space made Tony’s chest fill with pride. It had taken so long to get Peter to accept that alpha’s could be submissive; to accept that he was allowed to be submissive, and to see Peter finally so relaxed and carefree in his submission was such a beautiful thing to Tony.

“Such a good pup for me, aren’t you alpha?” Tony praised again. He knew Peter needed to hear it often, which was just fine by him, since he never tired of saying it.

Peter just flopped to the side to lay beside Tony, snuggling in close. That was the sign for nap time, so Tony just grinned, not concerned with Peter having gone non verbal as he so often did during play, and grabbed the blanket that was bunched up near the end of the bed. He covered them both and allowed himself to relax in his alpha’s arms, feeling his own stress finally melt away. Once they woke up, and after some additional aftercare, Peter would be back to chatting a mile a minute and Tony would be back to being the premier genius the propelled the world forward. But until then, they could just be Tony and Peter, just be a dom and sub without the expectations or weight of the world on them. Tony let himself bask in the quiet and satisfaction of a good orgasm and an armful of alpha until then.

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