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Bewitched
A fill for square Y5 - Magic of my @buckybarnesbingo, as well as a fill for the @tonystarkbingo November flash 002 - “Witches/Witchcraft” - WinterIron - General Audiences.
Based on this Tumblr post.
Every single person in town knew about Tony. Incredibly attractive, insanely wealthy, astonishingly intelligent… and magical. It was difficult to find someone who was not fascinated with him, and his list of suitors went on and on.
Unfortunately, there had been one too many incidents with people trying to get into his good graces on false pretenses. His experiences had made him hesitant about getting close to people, let alone close enough to get romantically involved. As much as people tried, he couldn’t stop wondering if it was truly who they were, or if they were pretending in order to get something from him.
So he came up with a plan - he let all of his admirers know that he would marry the person who would enter his house with the key he’d attached to his cat’s collar.
For the first few weeks, it could best be described as a hunt. People fell over one another to try to catch the cat any way they could. But it was too smart, too fast, and it got away every time. No one even managed to get close to the cat, though there were a few people it would tolerate - notably, those who would not chase it too fiercely, though it was still wary around them.
Bucky had long ago figured out he didn’t stand a chance. Oh, he was certainly attracted to the other man, but a one-armed traumatized veteran didn’t even come close to being what Tony deserved.
So he herded his goats, and he watched as others tried and failed to catch the cat. He worried, sometimes, that they would hurt it, but it always managed to get away before that happened.
And then, one day, he found it watching him. At a distance, certainly, and it stiffened the moment it realized Bucky had noticed it, but it was just… there. He hummed, keeping his voice calm like he always did with skittish animals. “Wanted some rest from the hunt today, didn’t you? Don’t worry - I’ll keep my distance, you just relax.”
He stuck to that promise, keeping his distance and focusing on his goats. By the time evening fell and he had to return to the hut that was all he could afford, the cat was a lot more relaxed in his presence.
Despite that, he hadn’t expected it to come back the next day. Or the day after. Or the day after that. But come back it did, sunbathing as Bucky took care of his goats the best he could. As the days went on, he found he’d started talking to the cat. Nothing big at first, just introducing his goats and telling the cat about them. And then he started mentioning thoughts he was having. And before he knew it, he was telling the cat about losing his arm as he tried his best to breathe through the panic.
Without warning, there was a warm weight sitting in his lap. The cat, looking up at him with what appeared to be concern, purring softly. Bucky was distracted enough that his breathing started to slow down, no longer a point of focus.
Instead, he looked reverently down at the cat. He didn’t think it had ever been this close to anyone else, except maybe Tony himself. But here it was, sitting in his lap, helping him out, and the feeling was indescribable.
Trembling, he reached out and touched that soft fur, stroking gently. The cat purred louder, nuzzling its head into his hand, and Bucky felt himself melt. “You’re a sweetheart, you know that? So sweet, helping me out, such a great cat,” he murmured, mesmerized by the smoothness of its coat on his work-rough hand. “So soft, so gorgeous, he must take great care of you.”
Still, he didn’t touch the key. It wasn’t about that, not right now. Instead, they sat together quietly in the warm sun, Bucky keeping up his gentle petting and the cat keeping up its soothing purring.
He’d expected it to be an exception, because he’d been panicking, but the cat kept coming back, coming close and allowing him to touch it. Which he did, happily - but he never touched the key, didn’t even make a motion as though he’d grab it.
They were sitting in the warm sun together, watching Bucky’s goats, when the cat pressed its neck into Bucky’s petting hands. Somehow, it managed to make its “mrow” sound like a question.
“Why I’m not taking it?” he asked, looking down at where the cat looked at him with inquisitive eyes. He should’ve figured that the familiar of someone as magical as Tony wouldn’t be any regular cat. “It’s… He did this to find someone good. Someone worthy. And I can’t say how much I’ve appreciated your presence, or how much I’d like to get to know him better, but… I sincerely doubt I’m the kind of person he’d like to have showing up with that key. I don’t want to walk into that house and… and have him look at me with disappointment.”
A headbutt pulled him out of his thoughts, and he smiled sadly down at the cat. “I just want him to smile, you know? Someone as amazing as him deserves to be happy.”
Suddenly, instead of a cat, it was Tony in his lap. Speechless, Bucky stared.
“I’d like to think we could make one another happy?” Tony said and, despite everything, he sounded almost shy. There was no mistaking the hopeful look in those beautiful eyes, though, or the way that he had willingly spent his time with Bucky these past weeks.
So, a little hesitant despite it all, Bucky reached out his one hand and took Tony’s, whose fingers interlaced with his like they were made to fit together. “I… I’d like to try,” he admitted.
When Tony smiled brightly, his entire being lighting up, he figured they were off to a good start at least.
#eir writes#moodboard#winteriron#buckybarnesbingo2019#tsbflash#tonystarkbingo2019#the cat and the key#goat herder bucky#witch tony
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The Sentient Outerwear Club meets twice a month, mostly to complain about what their respective pet idiots got up to this time.
Created for @tonystarkbingo
Square: R5 - Sentient Armor
Pairing: Iron Man armor & Cloak of Levitation
#tonystarkbingo#tonystarkbingo2019#tony stark#stephen strange#marvel#my art#so many liiiines#also stephen and tony look kinda tired and honestly same
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I had a little scrap of fabric left over from cutting out a different piece, and at first I was just gonna do Rescue Pepper. But Tony fit too! So here are my OTP, wearing their suits, out there to kick butt and be amazing!
For my @tonystarkbingo square S2 - victorious, and also for my @ladiesofmarvelbingo square M3 - free space!
Title: Iron OTP Cuties
Collaborator: rebelmeg
TSB Card Number: 3055
Squares Filled: TSB S2 - victorious, LOM M3 - free space
Ship: Pepperony
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: fandom craft, cross stitch
Summary: Cross stitch Cuties Tony and Pepper wearing their suits
#tonystarkbingo2019#tony stark#pepper potts#pepperony#iron man#rescue#otp#cross stitch cuties#rebelmeg#fandom crafts#ladiesofmarvelbingo19
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For the @tonystarkbingo
A5 - image of bruised Tony in the F1 racing suit
Tony is Done with villains interrupting his days off.
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Tony Stark Flash Bingo
006 - Nebula - Nebula/Rhodes - General
for @tonystarkbingo
Jim patted Tony’s hand, blinking. He sat back to watch, even though there was nothing to see. Pepper, sitting on the other side of the bed. If she struggled to remain calm or composed, her struggle was so deep inside Jim couldn’t see it. Over the years, Pepper Potts had developed quite a poker face.
The last month had not been easy on anyone, and then--
To have Tony so unexpectedly returned to them, that had been a gift. But as things always were with Tony, a gift that could bite.
We lost.
“You should go get something to eat,” Pepper said, drawing Jim’s attention.
“Right.” He knew what being dismissed was. Years of practice in the military.
Well, a cup of coffee wouldn’t go amiss anyway. And Pepper wanted to have her breakdown in private, it wasn’t Jim’s place to insist.
He had just done a quick glance at the caf to see if there was anyone there when a small something went flying at him, silver reflections glinting off--
He caught it without even thinking, crushing it in one hand before looking. A paper football?
“You don’t need to do that,” a soft, rough voice said. The woman who’d been on the ship with Tony was seated in the corner, an entire pile of paper footballs in front of her. They littered the floor near her table. “You’re just holding the position.”
“What?”
“Do you not know how to play? Sit down,” she said. “I will teach you.”
“I know how to play flickball,” Jim said, but he sat down with her anyway and made goalposts with his fingers. “You’re--”
“Nebula. Daughter of Thanos.”
Jim stiffened, and she flicked the paper ball neatly through his held fingers.
“Do not be concerned. I am not your enemy.”
“You’re friends with Tony?”
She drew back a little cocking her head, and then set up her fingers for Jim to return the play. “I don’t have many friends. My friends did not survive Thanos’s plan. My sister was murdered at his own hand. Tony. Tony is my friend.”
Jim flicked the ball.
“You have also scored,” she announced. “Tie game. My turn. Tony-- Tony taught me to play. We had… we had fun.”
“That’s Tones for you,” Jim said. Her ball was high and outside, no points. They left it on the floor and Jim selected another one from the stack. They were fliers, missing posters. Thanos’s victims. Probably some had died in other ways, but it didn’t matter. The vanished were… gone. Beyond anyone’s reach. “Making friends and influencing people.”
“He is… almost all that I have,” Nebula said, then she made a strange sound, like a cough, but not quite.
“Not anymore,” Jim responded. “You got us now. Me, and Pepper, and everyone else who cares about Tony. You brought him home to us. My name’s Jim Rhodes--”
“I do not see the resemblance,” she said, abruptly.
“To what?”
“The platypus,” Nebula said, and her thin, blue lips twitched upward in what Jim might not have known was a smile, if he wasn’t looking for it so desperately.
Jim laughed. “Yeah, you’re Tony’s friend alright. What’s he call you?”
She hesitated, then offered, “Blue Meanie.”
“Have you eaten?”
“No.”
“Well, Tones’ got some malnutrition going on, according to the docs, so we best feed you up, or you’ll be on a bed next to him.”
“Is he-- functioning?”
“He’ll snap back. Tony’s tough, you’ll see. Be up and ordering us around before you know it.”
“Then I will eat with you,” Nebula said. “And you can teach me other Terran games, while we wait for Tony to snap back.”
“Yeah, I’d like that,” Jim said. “Come on, you ever had pasta primavera?”
“I have not.”
“You’re gonna love it,” Jim promised.
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Thicker Than Water
Square: K3 - Secret Siblings, Especially Evil Twins
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Evil!Tony and Evil!Natash
Pairing: Tony Stark & Natash Romanov
Summary: Natasha didn't like to advertise that she was a Stark.
That didn't mean she didn't like being one, though.
Ao3 Link
For the @tonystarkbingo
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Natasha wasn’t too keen on sharing her identity as a Stark.
Not that she was ashamed of it. Well, most of the time. There were certain people she was ashamed to share a bloodline with, but it wasn’t Tony. It wasn’t Tony’s fault that Howard didn’t want a daughter and threw Natasha into the Red Room before Tony could even have known she existed.
Still. It was water under the bridge now. Or, maybe blood. With Howard, it had always been blood.
Natasha did love Tony, though. He took her as a sister in stride, and they’d always been deadly as a pair. Which was another reason to keep their family relations under wraps.
It made their schemes so much easier to get away with.
“Hey, Tony.” Natasha walked up behind him, glancing over his shoulder at the paper in his hand. It was a letter from Steve. Of course, it was.
Tony looked up. “If you weren’t my sister, I’d half a mind to blast you back to Russia, Natalia.”
Natasha arched an eyebrow.
“You let them get away.” Tony threw the letter down and rubbed his forehead. “Do you know how much of a shitshow this is going to be?”
“Yes, but not for you,” Natasha said, leaning against Natasha’s desk. “I leaked the footage of the airport fight. Steve is a war criminal. You’re the martyr. It’s a win-win.”
Tony’s eyes narrowed and he dropped his hand. “You let them get away so we’re the victims.” Natasha could practically hear the gears turning in his head.
“Team Iron is already trending on Twitter.” Natasha smiled.
“That’s… well, you’re officially unfired as an Avenger. Next time, clue me into these grand plans of yours. You’re going to send me into an early grave with all this stress,” Tony said, shaking his head with a smile.
Natasha snorted. “You’re too dramatic, Anthony.” She strummed her fingers against the desk. “You know, you could probably get away with deploying Project Iron Legion.”
Tony shook his head and stood up. “Not yet. We’ve gotta milk the sympathy a bit more, wait until things look desperate. I’m sure you can frame Steve’s merry band of misfits for some awful things? I’m gonna offer some kind of plea deal to that ant guy, to look gratuitous.”
“Of course.” Natasha nodded. “Lang is an idiot anyway. Do you think you could get the state to agree to house arrest for him?”
Tony scoffed. “I could get the state to agree to let him off scot-free if I wanted. But house arrest works.”
Natasha nodded again and picked up the note on the desk. “Steve?” She asked.
“Unfortunately.” Tony made a face. “You’d think he’s allergic to just flat out admitting he’s wrong, reading that. Leaves with half the damned team and has the audacity to tell me the Avengers are mine.” He rolled his eyes.
“He’s delusional, as usual,” Natasha said, skimming the note. “Are we going to do anything about it?”
Tony’s smile was beautifully devious. “Oh, you’re going to play his friend. Keep in contact, pretend to be on the run. Maybe dye your hair or something to really sell it. I personally think you’d make a great blonde.” Tony dodged Natasha’s attempt at smacking him. “And I’m going to let him lie in the grave he dug himself. If he wants to be a war criminal, then I’ll make him a war criminal.”
There was a reason Natasha and Tony worked together so well.
“I’m going to miss Barton,” Natasha said, setting the letter down.
Tony gave her a blank stare. “You want him on house arrest too?”
Natasha didn’t say anything.
“You’re going soft, Widow.” Tony’s grin was teasing. “I’ll bargain for him on house arrest, just for you.”
“You’d do the same for Rhodes,” Natasha defended, even though she didn’t really have to. She didn’t have to pretend to be heartless around Tony.
“Rhodey’s not dumb enough to pick the wrong side.” Tony made a face.
He was right about that, at least.
“So now what?” Natasha asked, standing up.
Tony rolled the kinks out of his neck. “Now, I make some phone calls. Steve’s going to break them out, but I’ll handle it. You should go buy a bottle of hair dye.”
“I’m not dying my hair, Tony.”
Tony laughed. “I’m telling you, blonde would really look great.”
“It’d ruin the evil femme fatale look.” Natasha kissed Tony’s cheek. “One of us has to look like business around here. You’re too soft with those bambi eyes.”
“Now that’s just uncalled for.” Tony pointed at her. “I can’t help my dastardly handsome good looks. It’s not my fault you get off on scaring the shit out of people.”
Natasha smiled. “We both get off on it. That’s why we work so well together.”
Tony gave her a dark smile. “And if Steve keeps being an absolute idiot, we’ll be running the world on a much faster schedule than planned.”
Natasha shrugged and laughed. “He’s very considerate like that.”
#tonystarkbingo2019#winteriron-trash writes#dark!tony#dark!natasha#secret siblings#ficlet#more of a concept than a fic but it works#can you tell i'm rushing to get a bingo?#two down three to go#i miiiight do a playlist for one of these#i'm not sure#i WILL get a bingo if it's the last thing I do
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Made for @tonystarkbingo Flash: 008 - New Year
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"Hey, sweetheart, are you ready?" Bucky's voice called from behind where Tony was sitting.
"Yeah, one minute," Tony replied, hopping up and walking over to grab his coat. He wasn't all too excited about the cold air that would soon be chilling his skin, but he was excited to go watch the ball drop and see the fireworks with Bucky.
This would be their first New Years as a couple, after all; and Bucky had already treated him to a wonderful dinner, the next thing on their list was to go out and enjoy the festivities. The rest of the team were already out galavanting through the street doing God knows what; wreaking havoc he's sure.
"Alright, I'm ready to rock and roll, Buckercup," Tony chimed, practically skipping over to his lover.
A warm chuckle escaped Bucky's lips and he smiled fondly at Tony before leaning down to place a quick kiss on his lips. "Glad to hear it, starshine. Now let's get outta here, everyone else is waitin' on us, and Steve might actually cry if we miss the ball drop, the punk."
"Yeah, yeah, Capsicle is sensitive," Tony snarked, "But he had to leave before us, it was the only way."
"Oh yeah? Why's that?"
"Because… age before beauty, that's why!" Tony said with a wink and a grin.
Bucky huffed out a laugh and shook his head, smiling at Tony adoringly, "You know, I am technically older than him, right?"
"Semantics, semantics; you're far prettier anyways," Tony said with a wave of his hands, "Okay, let's go. Time to freeze, I love to freeze, being cold is my favourite past time."
Tony didn't wait for Bucky's response and headed for the door knowing the man would follow.
"Drama queen," Bucky uttered with a snort, catching up to Tony and accompanying him to the car that was waiting for them outside.
#winteriron#buckytony#starkbucks#tsbflash#tonystarkbingo2019#my tsb#moodboards#my boards#trashedits#zain writes#zain makes a moodboard#my writing#my post#marvel slash#slash fanfiction
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Written for @tonystarkbingo
Fill: K3 - Kink: Non-Penetrative
Tags: Rimming, sex, Starker, established relationship
Read on AO3
Synopsis:
He loves Peter. Madly, desperately, dangerously.
And he trusts him.
~*~
He thinks there are people--so many people--who would pay millions to see this.
Tony Stark, naked and bound to the bed, eyes manic and bright.
Peter's lips curve into a smile that is smug and filthy and sweet, and Tony groans behind his gag, a noise so delicious it makes Peter move, draws him up until he's straddling Tony, knees on either side of his hips, cock pressed into the hard plane of his abdomen as Peter leans down, presses a wet kiss to his throat, bites his way up to catch Tony's earlobe between his teeth.
Being with Tony is always good, blindingly perfect. Tony has decades of experience, and it would make Peter jealous except for the part that he adores the way his boyfriend can make him feel, the way he uses all of that experience to consistently blow Peter’s mind, and the fact that--he knows Tony loves him.
It’s not a fleeting high school affair, this thing between them, or one of the one-night stands Tony stopped having after Pepper.
He loves Peter.
He almost died, to bring Peter back from the soul-world that Thanos had banished him and half the world to, and Peter thinks, sometimes, when Tony wraps around him in their bed, that the half the universe he brought back was just a happy side-effect--that even if they hadn’t been held in the balance, Tony would have done the same thing to bring Peter back.
He loves Peter. Madly, desperately, dangerously.
And he trusts him.
Peter kisses him once, and then, “I want you to stay still, ok, baby?”
Tony blinks at him, wild-eyed and wanting, and Peter smiles.
And then slides down, shoves Tony’s legs apart and licks over his hole.
Behind his gag, Tony screams.
They don’t do this often--Tony gets impatient, or Peter does--but sometimes, he sees the way Tony gets twitchy or withdrawn, his always brilliant mind racing too fast, and he drags the man into bed.
Trail and error quickly taught him that eating Tony out was the fastest way to get him out of his head, and that tying him down was the only way Peter could get him to stay still long enough to let Peter eat him out.
The fact that Peter loves it, the whimpers and whines, the way Tony’s hips twitch and shudder until he puts a hand on his hip, and holds him down, and god, the taste, the way he’s tight and hot and musky, tasting of soap and just a hint of sweat.
He fucking loved it.
What he loved most though was the way Tony would get desperate, his voice going high and breathless, the way his cock dribbled precome, the way he twitched and flexed against Peter’s lips and tongue, the way he screamed when Tony finally, finally came.
It takes a while, but it’s worth it, worth the dazed, empty gaze and the hungry kiss, when Peter scrambles up and yanks the gag aside, when he ruts against Tony’s come slick chest and Tony eats up his moans and cries, and whispers, “Come for me, baby. Please, make a mess, god you’re so pretty all dirty--”
And Peter does, comes across Tony’s sticky chest, shudders out his orgasm and collapses there.
He fumbles to free Tony, and hums happily, when Tony wraps him in his arms, and kisses him, sweet and hungry, and the manic brightness in those beautiful eyes burns low and forgotten.
The whole world might pay to see it--but this side of Tony is his. He snuggles closer and holds on tight.
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Wrapped around you
Written for: @barnesrogersvstheworld for “Attie’s challenge challenge”.
Prompt: “Glad to know you’ll do whatever I want. I must have you wrapped completely around my finger.”
Square filled: Anticipation for @tonystarkbingo
Pairing: Tony x F!reader
Warnings: Smut, handsex, dirty talk (I mean come on, it’s Tony..)
Rating: E
Word count: ca 3 k
Summary: Teasing remarks and bodyparts moving of their own accord turns this little game you and Tony have been playing into something more.
A/N: This is just filth. I’m telling you know. It’s just porn.. oh, and Steve beng a cheeky little shit.. but other than that it’s just unadulterated porn. You have been warned. Smut O´hoy!
“Glad to know you’ll do whatever I want. I must have you wrapped completely around my finger.”
Your knees had started to hurt against the cold steel of the counter but you were so close to get your fingers around the granola box. Hiding the smirk on your lips you gave a little wiggle, your hips and -more importantly- ass in height with Tony’s face.
“Hey now, you wish you had me wrapped around your finger.”
Behind the both of you, an oddly amused coughing followed a loud snort.
Steve hit his chest a couple of times as he tried to swallow.
“She got you there.” he chuckled, returning to his cereal.
“Worse things have been known to happen.”
You looked back, finding a mischievous glint in Tony’s eyes as he waggled his eyebrows. Now it was your time to snort.
“Gee, thanks.”
You slid down from the counter and gave him the granola box.
“Next time, ask Clint. He’s more accustomed to climbing around like a little monkeyman.”
“True, but that view leaves much to be desired.”
Steve dropped his spoon in the bowl with a loud clink, wiped his mouth and got up. He put the dishes in the machine, shot you an extremely amused look, and left.
Tony went behind you, reaching for a bowl of his own, acting as if nothing was amiss.
You sighed and smiled inwardly, busying yourself with starting on your own breakfast. Tony was Tony; that’s all there was to it. He liked to flirt and did it a lot. It didn’t mean anything, and thankfully he was none the wiser of the thrilling pulse that shot through you again and again every time he came just a bit too close, everytime he started up this little game of his. This ‘little game’ that kept you in a perpetual state of sexual frustration.
You tensed your inner muscles, trying to dampen the buddening arousal brewing there. An unauthorized shiver tickled up your spine at the sudden jolt of pleasure. You cleared your throat, carding a hand through your hair to pull it back and tried as hard as you could to act natural.
Tony chose this moment to come up close, too close, behind you and reach for the cupboard over your head, extracting a worn old mug. The warmth of his chest against your back and the hint of his breath behind your ear sparked another part of your body to act without permission.
It was subtle, hardly noticeable, how your lower back arched just so. But of course Tony would notice someone pushing their ass against him, no matter how tiny a motion, and for a second he froze mid-movement.
Stretching your arm above your head, you tried to shrug it off as the beginning of a stretch and you even yawned lightly to make it more convincing. Tea mug in hand you slid out from the counter/Tony sandwich and sat down on the kitchen bench. Opting for clueless and innocent, you tried to school your face before you looked up.
Tony was leaning back against the countertop, cup of steaming coffee in hand and an absolutely delighted smirk on his lips. He got up and made his way over, plopping himself down next to you with his breakfast bowl, cup of coffee and Starkpad laid out in front of him.
Odd, but okay.
There was something off about the situation, something that made your breaths shorten and the little hairs at the end of your neck stand on end. He knew, of that you were certain, but what he planned to do with that information, if anything, you had no clue.
You dried your sweaty palms on your pajama shorts and pulled up your Starkphone, trying for casual until you had finished your breakfast and could make an -hopefully as inconspicuous as possible- run for it.
Nerves prickled beneath your skin but Tony seemed perfectly at ease, sipping on his coffee and going through emails on his tablet. The situation left you tense and wanting; there was just something there and your imagination was running wild: was he thinking about the same thing? If not then was it all in your head? What if you just went for it and straddled him right there?
Oh, you could just picture the sensation of the soft fabric covering the hard flesh of him against the warmth spreading between your thighs— you had to close your eyes for a second to will the fantasy away.
A sharp exhale made you glance sideways at Tony, and damn him, the little curve of the side of his mouth: soft lips bowed in amusement.
Jesus fuck, get a grip!
You opened some pre installed game on your phone, anything to keep your mind distracted and not on..this.
Minutes ticked by as you tried to match some sort of aliens in threes while sipping on the cooling tea, and with it slowly your body started to cool down.
Thankfully.
Finally.
The first touch made your breath come up short, stuck halfway between your lungs and your lips.
The tips of his fingers idly traced your left forearm, leaving little tingling sensations behind. Like an echo.
You kept stock still, chancing a glance to your left: he was situated just as before, with the Starkpad on his knee and the cup of coffee on the table.
You didn’t know what to do, so- you did nothing; tried to keep still and waited for the next move.
The scent of tea and coffee mingled in the morning air and prickled in your nose, but he was closer now and a faint trace of Tony joined the other two. A soft and pleasant shiver curled inside you.
No matter how many times he showered there was always a little bit of metal and grease oil stuck in his skin; it made him smell like machine and factory and tools and work. It was a very Tony smell and if you could’ve bottled it, you would— and probably make a fortune.
He changed it up now, let the weight of his palm come down against your skin, pulling lightly until your forearm turned with its inner, more sensitive side up, and began stroking up and down.
You exhaled shakily, trying to get a grip on your body. The familiar sensation was back between your legs, a slow heating that seemed to grow up and outwards, warming you up from the inside. Suddenly you were acutely aware of Tony’s presence, his body, his touch, so much so that all else seemed to fade and take a backseat to the feeling of his slightly rough hand stroking up and down.
He reached your wrist and stopped, curling his hand under yours until he had your hand cupped in his and his thumb gently massaging your palm.
“Is this okay?”
You looked up, a bit dazed. The impish expression was still very much present on his features but something hesitant had joined in, a bit of steel in the fire.
He picked the Starkpad from his lap and put it on the table, revealing a prominent, and from the looks of it, painfully hard erection straining against his pajama pants.
The heat in your core picked up until you were throbbing and your mouth began to water.
“Yes.”
It was barely audible, you were to high-strung to control the volume of your voice, but enough for him to hear you.
He exhaled a sigh that almost sounded like a chuckle, and moved closer to you, sliding his hand from your shoulder to your throat, his thumb putting slight pressure just beneath your temple. The gesture arousing and calming at the same time, like a sedative on the fire beneath your skin making it burn warmer, thicker.
“Look at me.”
He guided your head to turn to him, eyes searching until you allowed them to find yours. There was still mirth dancing in his whiskey umber eyes, but with it was something earthy, heavy and rich. You could feel it on your tongue. A taste of copper.
“Relax.”
And you did. You trusted him, you trusted all of them: every single member of the team but— Tony even more so. There was no one like him. He was so many things; so many people; so many virtues; so many vices; so many things, he was your best friend— he was everything safe.
He steered your head gently to roll back, and then forth, side to side in a circle. He made an approving noise, nosing along your clavicle and up your neck. Then his left hand made contact with your thigh, just beneath the hem of your shorts. He mimicked the movements of earlier, just lightly grazing up and down, letting his fingers trail lower to the inside of your thighs and close, so close, to where your core were warm and pulsing.
He leaned in, his nose tracing your jaw with a soft inhale. He hummed low, so deep in his throat that you could practically feel the vibrations.
“ ‘I wish to have you wrapped around my finger’ was it?”
You swallowed thickly, allowing a tiny whine to escape your parted lips. The air was so thick with what was happening, you could taste him in it.
Simultaneously he inched his fingers closer to your pussy and dragged his stubbled cheek alongside yours until his mouth reached your lips. He didn’t kiss you, he just let his lips linger there in the corner of your mouth, breathing you in, waiting you out. His fingers and lips just there, just out of reach; teasing you, beckoning and drawing you in.
There’s a shiver to his breath and you felt every bit of it as it puffed out against your lips. Coffee, mint and heat. You whined quietly again, as if out of breath, and turned your head to capture his lips, but at the last second he pulled away, just a fraction, just so he’s out of reach. There’s a dreamy quality to the way he looked at you, like a blanket over everything else displayed on his features. He hummed again, body pressed up against your side; he took your hand and steered it to his straining cock, making you envelop him and give a squeeze around the hard flesh. He tensed before moaning low: a sinful rumble beneath your ear.
There were almost no thoughts left in your head at this point, only sensory input that was well on its way to overwhelm you.
Before you could start stroking him, he guided your hand back to your lap, with a gentle kiss beneath your ear.
You could feel his fingers at the apex of your thigh, beneath the fabric of your shorts. So close you could almost sense them against your pussy. It sent a jolt through you and without making the conscious decision to do so you bucked up hard, connecting the fabric of your panties with the pads of his fingers, and a low drawn out moan poured from your throat.
“There we go.. there she is.. you like that?” His voice was deep and sultry in your ear, mischief tingling at the edges of it like sparks. He started stroking lightly up and down your slit, wetting the fabric with the light pressure. He groaned and nipped at your throat, pulling the skin between his teeth.
“Christ, you’re wet.. is this all for me, hm?”
You whimpered then, turning your head towards him, wanting his mouth, his hands, his body, anything.
He cradled your throat again and pulled you to him, claiming your lips in a searing kiss: lips warm and plush, soft and inviting against yours. His hand moved back to your neck, grasping at the strands there, his nails scratching your neck and you could do nothing but moan and writhe beneath him.
His control seemed to slip more and more, his breathing turning more strained -harsh- and suddenly he pulled away to grab your shorts.
“Hips up, sweetheart.”
You obeyed and he pulled your pajama shorts and panties down in one go.
Quickly he leaned back in, one hand in your hair and the other trailing from your knee to where you wish he would just finally touch you.
“Let me know you want this.” he murmured gently, his fingers hovering so close to where you were warm and wet and ready.
You swallowed and nodded, exhaling softly.
“Yes.”
He didn’t hesitate. He cupped your mound, middle finger along your slit and pushed up. The jolt that sparked between your legs had you tensing and arching back, toes curling under the table to the sound of the soft moans tumbling from your lips.
He slid his fingers up and down until they were coated in your juices and only then did he finally slip a finger inside, up up inside you until you could feel him crooking it just so and-
“A-ah!”
Tony smirked against your throat, leaving languid kisses and love bites all over.
“Squeeze around my fingers, that’s it.. oh, you’re doing so good, baby, so good.”
A second finger quickly joined the first, stroking your insides and using your G-spot as if it was his own personal plaything.
He reached down with his other hand and rucked up your shirt over your breasts. He gave you no time to react before he had latched on to a nipple, squeezing it between his lips and suckling hard.
“F-fuck, jeesus!”
He chuckled with his teeth around the hard bud, squeezed lightly, gave it a hard suck and then let go. He moved to kiss and lick in a circle around your nipple, round and round until he reached your other breast and gave it the same treatment.
You were breathing hard by now, a litany of moans and whimpers falling from your lips without restraint, his fingers working hard and fast inside you, massaging your insides like a boy at a carnival eager for his prize.
“Come on, I want to feel you. Need it, want to feel you wrapped around me and just come apart. You think you can do that for me, sweetheart? ..Baby? Angel? Sweet thing? Hmm?”
His words went straight to your core, amping up every sensation. It was like an explosion waiting to happen, a very carnal primal thing working tirelessly to make sure you came completely undone. Every slip and slide inside you felt like every sleeping nerve ending had come to life and was suddenly working tirelessly to shoot pleasure input to your brain, like fireworks communicating beneath your skin.
“Couldn’t stop thinking about it, the image of you, my fingers disappearing into your cunt, having you wrapped around me, writhing and making such delicious noises.. Ah, sweetheart I really had no idea, did I?”
You were close to tears, close to sobbing; you were so close. If he just- a little faster, a little harder, something-
The sudden pressure on your clit had your back curving like a shock had just gone through you.
“Oh god, oh please, please please, please-”
“Oh fuck, I can feel you getting closer. Christ you’re squeezing me tight. Damn, honey. Oh, baby, yes yes, do it for me. Come on now, let me hear those pretty screams. Steve was the only one home and he’s out on his run. There’s just you and me here. Yes, yes, baby come on, scream for me.”
It was less like an explosion and more like shattering. Like every single piece of you cracked and fell apart in pulsing crests. You were barely aware of screaming a string of profanities, but just barely. Tony’s fingers inside your pussy and the shots of hot electricity shooting from it was the only thing that had room in your mind. When you had tumbled over the peak and reality became a thing again you registered the mumbling of praises raining down on you from the lips of him.
“..perfect, so good honey. Oh, fuck, you make me so hard like this. So much better than I imagined it, oh sweetheart..”
You trembled in his arms as he kept stroking you through the aftershocks, the beginnings of a dopey smile creeping up on your face.
You allowed yourself to just float in the soft darkness that enveloped you after these kinds of particularly earth shattering orgasms. You only stirred when Tony slowly slipped his fingers out of you and you opened your eyes just in time to see him lick them clean. You closed your eyes again on a groan.
“Damn it, Stark. You should be illegal.”
“So they say.”
He helped you sit up as you had slid down the bench at some point. When you were coherent enough to open your eyes again your gaze were immediately drawn to the still very hard, still very straining erection in Tony’s lap.
He followed your gaze and then looked up to meet your eyes with a question in his.
You began leaning over, capturing his bottom lip, kissing him soundly - the taste of you still on his lips. You leaned back with a grin.
“There are more ways than one to have me wrapped around you, you know.”
#tony stark#tony stark x reader#tony stark imagine#tony stark x you#iron man#tony stark x y/n#avengers#mcu#marvel#attie's challenge challenge#tonystarkbingo2019
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Happy Moodboard
I wanted to make a moodboard & was getting frustrated looking for pictures, so I decided to experiment with drawing one instead!
drawn for my @tonystarkbingo square R4 - Happy Hogan :)
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Werewolf Bucky sees Tony, laughing, for the first time across the room at the supernatural bar he’s visiting, and he’s instantly enchanted. Werewolves really only mate once, after all, and they tend to know their intended mate by sight. Now if only Tony would get with the program...
A moodboard to fill my square A4 - AU: Urban Fantasy for the @tonystarkbingo. I’d like to make an actual story out of it at one point, but feel free to ask if there’s anything you’d like to know before then :)
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the ultimate power couple
Square: A3 - free space
Created for @tonystarkbingo
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A cross-stitch of the “modern art” in IM2 that I did for my @tonystarkbingo square R2 - seeing red!
It’s technically not cross-stitch, seeing as how I only went the one direction (the thread was a bit too thick for the fabric I used), but that’s alright. I still love it and it took AGES to finish! And please pardon the annoying glare from my camera flash, for some reason it would NOT focus without the flash being on and I didn’t wanna take it out of the frame.
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Title: Gotta Fly before You Can Run
Square: Tony Stark Bingo K3 – Anthropomorfic
Bucky Barnes Bingo - C5 Bucky Bear
Warning: animal shifters, social commentary, save the planet
Pairing: Tony/Bucky
Summary: Today is the day everyone finds out what animal they’ll be able to shift into for the rest of their lives. Tony is sure he’s going to be a dung beetle.
Word Count: 2216
To: @monobuu and @rebelmeg
Art by Monobuu
For: @tonystarkbingo and @buckybarnesbingoLink: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20124472
The Choosing ceremony was, like many ceremonies, Very Serious, solemn, and Important. Which meant long, boring, and ostentatious.
Tony looked around at all the initiates. Most of them were not paying attention to the Speaker for the Animals, either. They were chatting with their friends, or placing wagers, or worriedly pacing around the amphitheater. Some were near the walls, talking with family members who were leaning over the edge to give an encouraging hand (or snack) to a prospective child.
If nothing else, after the Ceremony, Tony was rarely -- if ever -- going to have to deal with his father again. Unless he turned out, also, to be a weasel.
“If I turn out to be a weasel, I am going to go pick a fight with Loki,” Tony said to his group of friends. All, you know, three of them. Loki had been one of their classmates, until his Choosing came early, in the form of a bright, emerald green snake. Very poisonous.
“Pretty sure that’s a mongoose and not a weasel, Tony,” Pepper said, smoothing out her skirt. “You’re not a weasel.”
“I could be,” Tony said. “Howard’s a weasel.”
(more under the cut)
“Kids only got like a twenty-five percent chance of takin’ after a parent, if that high. And you don’t act like Howard,” Bucky Barnes said, reasonably. “You’ve got just as much chance of being a dove, like your ma.”
Tony was pretty sure the peaceful, contented, beautiful dove wasn’t going to suit him; not at all. He was not the sit around and coo after someone else’s achievements type.
Tony loved his mother; he didn’t want to be his mother. Being a dove might almost be worse than taking after Howard. Honestly, it was a wonder Howard hadn’t eaten his mom in one of those cross-breed mating goes wrong stories that always came up on the news.
“Easy for you to be relaxed,” Tony said. “You’ve got like a four hundred percent chance of being a bear.”
Bucky leaned back in the grass and looked up in the sky. “Barnes’ have been bears since there were Barnes’ and bears. Which doesn’t mean anything. I got a cousin who’s a horse. The Avatars make their own choices.”
“What if I’m something tiny and stupid, like a field mouse, or… or… or a shrew?” Tony worried. “You can’t be boyfriends with me if I’m a shrew, you could eat me for lunch.”
“If I’m a bear,” Bucky said. “Besides, if I was a bear, and you were a shrew, you’d be a lot too small to be lunch. You could pull thorns out of my paw or something.”
“That’s just a bunch of speciest garbage anyway,” Pepper said. “My parents are a cat and a bluebird and Mom has never, ever even threatened to eat Dad, even when his bluebird of happiness routine was getting on everyone’s nerves.”
“Somehow, I always thought your mom was the bird,” Rhodey said. “Don’t worry, Tones, you’re gonna be something amazing. Like a moose.”
“Ha ha, I’m not even Canadian,” Tony said. “What do you think you’re gonna be?”
“I am going to be a skunk, and then none of you motherfuckers are gonna mess with me, like ever again,” Rhodey said.
“Skunks are cute,” Pepper said. “Well, they are--” she defended when Rhodey and Bucky and Tony all burst into laughter.
“What do you want to be, Tony?” Bucky asked him.
“That’s the romantic garbage,” Tony said. “The idea that you can pick your animal. The Avatars choose, we don’t get a say in it.”
Like everything else in his life; Tony didn’t know why he continued to rail about it being unfair. With the general state of unfairness he’d thus far experienced, he didn’t know why one more unfair thing was such a shock.
“Yeah, but that’s not what I asked you. I asked you what you wanted to be,” Bucky said. “You can tell a lot about a person by what Avatar they think would suit them.”
“I dunno,” Tony said. “I’ve been so busy thinking about what I don’t want. Knowing me, I’ll probably be something little and useless and weird. Like, I dunno, a marmoset.”
“Why are you so worried about being little? It’s not like you have to spend your whole life in your animal form or nothin’.”
“Look at you,” Tony said, waving at Bucky… well, everything. “You’re huge. Your Avatar’s gonna be huge, and I’m going to be some rinky dink little critter and…”
“I will still want you to be my boyfriend if you end up being a dung beetle.”
“Is that possible?” Tony wondered. “-- does anyone actually become a bug?”
“Janet Van Dyne is a wasp,” Pepper said.
“Great. I’m gonna be a dung beetle,” Tony said, mournfully.
“And I’ve already said I will still want to date you,” Bucky pointed out. “Besides, if you’re a dung beetle, Howard won’t want you in the house at all. You’ll be free of him, at least. And, dung beetles are great astronomers. Like, all the great ones were beetles.”
“You’re making that up,” Tony said.
“Am not. It’s like most of the astronauts in the US are all from Ohio. It’s a statistic. Don’t you read the pamphlets we get for this shit?” Bucky asked.
“No?” Like, how was that even a question? It was like reading the assignments for your body and you in middle school. Tony already knew what a boner was, and to be smart and wrap it up before sticking it in someone, so what was 5th grade life sciences going to teach him? Turned out, nothing and all wrong anyway, so there was that.
“You think they’ll make us line up alphabetical order?” Pepper asked, suddenly. “I don’t want to. I want to stay with you guys until the very last minute.”
“Nah, we just line up,” Rhodey said. “Carol told me. She went last year.”
“They’re finally done talking,” Bucky said. “Come on, stand up. I want to get this over with. I hear the party after is amazing. We’ll all be actual adults and stuff.”
“An adult dung beetle,” Tony said. “Sure, why not? Should be fun.”
Bucky let Pepper and Rhodey pull ahead. “Nothing is gonna change how I feel about you, doll,” he said, seriously. “I don’t even care. We could be cats and dogs, living together, the end of the world, and I’d still want to spend it with you.”
“Even if I’m something revolting?”
“You won’t be anything revolting,” Bucky said, “because you’re going to be you, no matter what animal you are. None of the Avatars are revolting.”
“Howard is revolting,” Tony said.
“That’s because he’s Howard, not because he’s a weasel. He could be a damn golden eagle and he’d still be a shit human being,” Bucky said.
“What about a spider?” Tony demanded. “I hate spiders. I could end up being a spider and I’d literally freak myself out, like constantly.”
“Tony, it’s gonna be okay.”
“Promise?” Like Bucky could ever promise such a thing.
“I promise.”
*
"Stark, Anthony Edward," someone said, checking him off the list of this year's kids. Handed Tony another pamphlet. Your avatar and you: your new responsibilities as the representative of your animal.
They'd almost destroyed the planet and everyone in it when the first Choosing happened. One in every hundred or so people became psychically linked to a dying species, able to transform at will, able to communicate with the animals that were dying.
When the president of the United States became a god damn polar bear on national television, people started getting serious about saving them.
"I hope I don't become a cow," Tony said to the official. "I'm not ready to give up eating meat."
"Go down that hall and pick an open door," the official said.
"Any door? What if it's the wrong one?"
"Name?" The guy moved on to the next person in line. Well maybe if Tony picked the wrong door, he wouldn't get an Avatar at all. Were there any people left who were rejected by the entire animal kingdom? Trust Tony to be a pioneer in the field of screwing up, yet again.
Tony passed the first open door, because obviously the first one was the wrong choice, no matter what the deciding factor actually was. Couldn’t be too eager. He walked down the hallway, and he couldn’t see anyone and he couldn’t hear anyone else, and some of the doors were open and some were closed, and really, this building was not so large, he should have come to the end of the hall, eventually.
He looked back, but all he could see was empty hallway.
“This is some sort of test,” he decided. Psychics. God.
Avatars.
Tony ran for a while, thinking he could possibly outrun the test; scientific method. Discard the easy solutions first.
That didn’t work.
Tony knelt down near the wall, peering at it. “It’s curved. It’s an illusion, this hallway is a giant circle!”
Why?
“Come and talk to me about it, Master Anthony,” a familiar voice said, and Tony found himself headed for a door without even thinking. Jarvis, oh, god, he’d missed Jarvis, so much, these last few years.
He stopped at the edge of the door. “No, this is a trap, this is a test.”
“This is a familiar form,” the not-Jarvis said from the middle of the room, and he didn’t look much like the white-haired old butler that Tony knew, but a young man in his prime. The man Howard Stark saved on a battlefield during the War. “And one that you know, to talk about-- all this. Someone you trust.”
“I certainly don’t trust you, if you’re taking on that form.”
“Would you prefer another, darling?” And that was his mother.
“Not really, no,” Tony said. “What’s with the tricks, the pretending. I thought you just made your choice.”
“You’re difficult,” and that was Howard. Tony’s hands balled up into fists at his sides. “So clever. So capable. You’re one… one who could change the world.”
“Yeah, I get that all the time, since I was four, not living up to my potential, right,” Tony said.
“We know how to nurture your potential. All you have to do is say yes,” another voice said. He didn’t know that one, and he turned to look.
“Oh.”
She smiled at him, in a way that he would never have thought a smile could happen, a sense of a smile, and not a mere upturn of lips that anyone could fake. A real smile. A pure…
“Yes.”
*
It was strange, how many of his friends Tony recognized, even in their Avatar forms. There was Clint as a scruffy yellow dog, and Steve as a huge bald eagle. Sam was another bird, this one a falcon.
“Tony!” A fluffy ball of red fur barreled over to him. “You were gone for, like, ever in there, what happened?”
Tony turned and ruffled his feathers a little.
The red panda -- Bucky, quite obviously -- startled backward, arms and legs flailing as he gasped in shock. He rolled around awkwardly on the ground for a moment, before getting up onto hind feet to shriek at Tony.
“Oh, god, stop being so dramatic, I didn’t scare you.” Tony tipped his head to inspect a shiny bit of metal on the ground.
“You’re a--”
“Attempted murder,” Rhodey said. “Murder of one?”
“Raven,” Tony said. “Ha, ha. What happened to skunk?”
“Hey, male platypuses have damn poison sacks in their dew claw. I’m not complaining,” Rhodey said.
“You look like a duck got together with a ferret,” Tony said.
“Don’t make me hurt you, bird-brain,” Rhodey threatened.
“Oh, would you two stop, you know you love each other, best friends forever, right?” Pepper fussed at them.
“Wow, okay, wow, you are a very big lady cat,” Rhodey said, staring up at the lioness.
“I don’t love him, are you kidding?” Tony said, shaking his tailfeathers a little. “I love Bucky.”
“Look at me,” Bucky said, running around in a little circle, showing off long black legs, a cute little mask and a puffy tail. “Also, I’m arboreal, which means we won’t have much problems with living, because you’re a bird, and you live in trees, and I’m a tree climber--”
“Also, terrified of falling, I remember reading that somewhere,” Rhodey said. “Which seems a bit dumb for a species that lives in the trees, but you do you, fuzzbutt.”
“Of course my butt is fuzzy, I’m a panda. Which is not a bear, but don’t tell my sister that, I’ll never live it down.”
“You are not exactly lacking in the butt fuzz either, here, weirdo,” Tony said. “In fact, I am the only one of the group who does not have a fuzzy butt.”
“Also, you can fly, that’s totally cool,” Bucky said. “Go one, take a lap.”
“Sometimes you gotta fly before you can run,” Tony said.
“That does not make any sense,” Pepper protested, but Tony launched himself into the air, stretching muscles he didn’t even know he had. He made a circle around the room and then landed on Bucky’s head.
“I can fly!”
“You certainly can,” Bucky said, reaching up one soft-seeming paw to pat him gently. “You can fly.”
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Soft And Sweet (And That’s Enough)
Square: K2 - Asexuality
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Mentions of sex, panic attack
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Summary: Bucky loved Tony more than anything in the world. And when he opens up to Tony, he learns he can love Tony even more,
Ao3 Link
For the @tonystarkbingo
Many thanks to @aslmiller for being my asexual beta for this
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Tony’s kisses were soft and sweet and made it very easy for Bucky to just turn off his brain altogether. It was times like this that reminded Bucky why Tony was so perfect and definitely more worth paying attention to than whatever movie they’d been watching together.
Just as Bucky was about to pull away and ask Tony if they should just turn the movie off, he felt Tony’s hand start to slide up his shirt.
“Wait,” Bucky gasped, jerking away. “Wait, I’m not-”
Tony’s features were painted with concern. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay, James. What’s wrong? Talk to me, Snowflake.”
Bucky didn’t say anything. He couldn’t, his throat was too tight to force the words out. And even if he could, he wouldn’t know what words to say. He should’ve known, he should’ve seen this coming, Tony wouldn’t have even bothered with Bucky, it was Bucky’s fault for not telling him, he-
“Hey.” Tony’s nimble fingers carefully pressed Bucky’s hand against Tony’s chest. “Breathe with me. In and out. It’s okay. You’re safe, I promise.”
Bucky hadn’t even realised how fast and erratic his breathing was. He took in a deep breath and tried not to let his hand shake against Tony’s chest.
“Okay?” Tony asked.
Bucky swallowed and nodded. “Okay.”
“You wanna talk about it?” Tony asked, bringing Bucky’s hand to his mouth for a soft kiss.
“I…” Bucky frowned. “Not really.”
Tony shrugged. “Okay. You wanna go back to watching the movie, or do you need some space?”
Bucky blinked. “You’re not going to ask?”
“Just because I’m an oversharing type doesn’t mean everyone is,” Tony said. “You don’t have to tell me now. There are things don’t ever have to tell me if you don’t want to. I want you to feel safe, Snowflake, no strings attached.”
“Thank you,” Bucky said, and he meant it. God, Tony was too good for him. “I… I want to talk about it. I just don’t know how.”
“Lucky for you, I’ve got all the time in the world.” Tony cuddled up into Bucky’s arms and bopped him on the nose, making Bucky laugh. Tony turned the tv off and waited.
“I don’t…” Bucky made a face. “I don’t like sex.”
Tony nodded against his chest. “Okay. You wanna elaborate, or just leave it there for now?”
Bucky took in a deep breath. “It’s not… HYDRA did a lot of things to me. They… they did anything they could to hurt me.” Bucky shuddered against Tony, and Tony took Bucky’s hand and started gently kissing it again. “But it’s not that. I’ve just… I’ve never liked sex. I tried, Tony. I tried so hard, back in the forties. With guys, with gals. No matter how much I liked them, it just made me sick.”
“So you’re asexual,” Tony noddd. “I’m glad you felt safe enough to tell me. I thought you were going to say you had three testicles or something, and I really didn’t have an answer to that.”
Bucky giggled, giving Tony a shove. “I don’t have three testicles.” He thought a moment. “What’s asexual?”
Tony sat up and frowned at Bucky. “You don’t know what asexuality is? Jesus christ, no wonder you thought you were a freak. You had no idea there’s an entire community of people like you.”
“I- what?”
“I told you about the LGBT community, right?” Tony said, and Bucky nodded. “Well, there’s asexuality that’s a part of it. It just means you feel no sexual attraction, regardless of your romantic attraction. You still like kissing and cuddling and all that, right?”
Bucky nodded. He definitely liked that.
“You can love without feeling lust.” Tony brushed stray bangs out of Bucky’s face. “And I should’ve asked before coming onto you. I’m sorry, babe.”
Bucky… Bucky had a lot to process. “So you’re not mad at me?”
Tony squinted. “Is there something I’m supposed to be mad about?”
“Not getting sex?” Bucky frowned. “People always got mad at me when I didn’t want sex.”
“Seriously?” Tony rolled his eyes. “Bucky, Snowflake, love of my life. I do not care about sex. That’s what I have my left hand for. I will love you no matter what. I’m not as much of a playboy as the tabloids like to say. I don’t ever even have to see you naked if you don’t want me to. I want you to feel comfortable and safe around me. Because I promise I will love you and your three testicles no matter what.”
Bucky shoved Tony off the couch.
#winteriron-trash writes#tonystarkbingo2019#winteriron#asexuality#asexual!bucky#panic attacks#ficlet
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Minimalist Science Bros Aesthetics!
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