THIS IS LITERALLY EVERYTHING OHMYGOD

Bucky quietly sneaks down the hall. Careful not to wake the other avengers, he’s heading towards Steve’s room. He doesn’t even know why he tries to sleep by himself, he knows by now, he can’t.

He just tosses and turns until finally its time to get up and start the new day, but when he sleep’s with Steve. Its different. He falls asleep within minutes and normally sleeps well into the afternoon.

Bucky knocks hesitantly before pushing the door open. He quietly pads over and frowns when he finds the bed empty.

“JARVIS.” he whispers, “Where’s Steve?”

“He is in Tony’s room sir. They both appear to be sleeping.”

Bucky’s frown deepens.

“Oh..”

His eyes sting with unleashed tears as he walks back from Steve’s room. A headache blossoms behind his eyelids just thinking about the fact he wasn’t going to get sleep again tonight, much like the past few days, he was so tired.

“Bucky..?”

Bucky looks up from his feet and sees Sam in front of him.

“Wilson.” He acknowledges. He goes to push past him, but Sam’s hand on his bicep stops him.

“You okay, Buck?”

Bucky nods. “I’m fine. Was just hoping to get some sleep.”

Sam seems confused for a moment. Bucky can see the moment realization soaks into Sam’s eyes, his face relaxing in understanding.

“Come on.”

“What?”

“I know I didn’t stutter, Barnes. Now come on before I change my mind.”

Bucky nods and quickly follows.

Sleeping with Sam wasn’t much different than Steve, but he still couldn’t get comfortable. With Steve he’d just plop on top of him and pass out, but with Sam he didn’t know what his boundaries were.

He shifts again and groans.

“You know what I think I’m just gonna go back to my room sorry for bugg –”

Sam rolls onto his back and yanks him down onto his chest.

“For once Bucky, please shut up.”

He can do that.

my,, heart

a little secret service agent peter x assassin bucky drabble,,, i have no gauge of whether it’ s good or not :’)

Peter surveys the length of the hallway from his post outside the door, tinted glasses slightly pretentious indoors, but he figures he’s earned it after splurging on a designer pair.

“All clear,” he mutters, heading dipping to bring his mouth closer to the comms on the lapel of his suit. He unclasps his hands from where they rest in front of his crotch, – he never understood who exactly decided that was the most comfortable resting position, because it’s really not, makes his arms unbelievably stiff – shaking out his arms and readjusting his sleeves. He rolls his neck from side to side, wincing at the cracks, twisting his back, reaching down to touch his toes, finishing his mini-stretching routine with cracking his knuckles.

It doesn’t do much, not six hours into a ten hour shift standing watch outside a nondescript meeting room as President Stark yammers on with a Russian dignitary, reminding him for the umpteenth time that no, human trafficking is not a product of capitalism and no, it’s not something that only affects Americans so please will your country just sign the damn resolution.

They’ve been repeating the same six sentences for six hours now, and Peter could really use a vodka cranberry or ten after a long, hot shower and no it’s not a girl’s drink Steve, fuck you very much.

“All clear in the southwest hallway.” Steve’s voice crackles over comms, and Peter guesses he’d traded off with Clint, watching over the other entrance to room. “Clint’s off to get high, fuckin’ asshole. Maybe I should get on that four on, four off deal. Looks pretty sweet right now.”

“We both know you’d shoot yourself in the foot bored out of your mind on your four days off, Steve, high or otherwise. And closed comms doesn’t mean chit chat, shut your mouth before Director Hill smites us.”

Steve grumbles in annoyance but otherwise shuts up, knowing very well that Director Hill would smite them in her fury. Peter understands the boredom, staring listlessly up at the ceiling, beginning to count out the tiles for the thirty-eighth time.

He’s up to eighty four, hits the center of the ceiling when the skylight begins to shift.

He blinks. Repeatedly. Because his eyes are playing tricks on him, of course.

There’s no way the skylight on the roof of a hundred and ten story building currently housing the President of the United States and a Russian diplomat is moving.

There’s just no way.

It shifts an inch at a time, soundlessly, and distantly Peter thinks he should probably be sounding a five alarm fire, but he’s… intrigued. Morbidly curious as to what higher power managed to breach their perimeter.

Feet come first. Decently sized, immediately identifiable as male, clad in standard issue black combat boots. Next comes a set of unsurprisingly solid calves, followed by thighs that look like they were crafted by God herself, and she’s clearly a woman of good taste – Peter could be crushed to death between those thick beauties and die happy.

When slim hips give way to a trim waist and cut back, muscles shifting under the clingy material of a black Henley better than Peter’s own, he figures what the hell – it’s gotten this far, might as well go all the way. He spots the bun when the man finally drops down, shaking out his own arms – drool-worthy biceps, by the way, not that that matters – before he spins around and-

Jesus, Peter’s in love with a man committing treason.

The cut of his jaw, dusted in stubble, paired with cheekbones so sharp they could slit throats have Peter weak in the knees, pillowy pink lips utterly inviting, gorgeous blue eyes-

Gorgeous blue eyes fixed right on Peter, pinning him in place. God, the intensity – he looks like a predator that’s caught sight of its prey even as he backs up, settling against the door on the other side of the hallway. Peter tries not the burn at the way those eyes drag down his body, he’s a fucking secret service agent for fuck’s sake, he needs to not act like a school boy with a crush in the face of the biggest threat he’s ever encountered in the field.

“So I’ll cut right to the chase – what’s it gonna take for you to let me into that room?”

Peter steels his spine, fighting the shiver that wracks his frame at the gravelly rasp – he’s a grown ass man, he’s not going to melt into a puddle at the sound of a voice. “Considering the fact that the President of the United States is behind this door, and you’re obviously a highly trained assassin, I’d say you’d have to go through my dead body.”

He thinks that sounds commendably strong.

The guy grins, raking down Peter’s form again, head tilting to the right, small smirk playing on his lips. “But that would be such a waste of such a cute little body,” he pouts, sucking that plump bottom lip into his mouth.

Peter’s not swooning.

He’s not.

“Besides, it’s not your boy I’m interested in any way. I’m here for the other one.”

“And I’m just supposed to take your word for it?” Peter asks, skeptical.

The guy shrugs. “You’re gonna have to.”

“The only thing I have to do is call for back up,” Peter throws back, swallowing hard when the guy pushes off the wall, walking toward him.

“You and I both know you’re not gonna call for back up, or you would’ve done that already. So drop the act, and tell me what it’s gonna take.”

Peter’s mouth dries out when the man drops to his knees, peeking up from under a fan of black lashes. “Wh-what are you doing?”

It comes out more strangled than he would have liked.

“I took a guess, blowjobs are pretty convincing. Tell me, hot or cold?”

Surprising you by jingli592

Commission of Sabretooth with Tony Stark based on Equilibrium: of Cruelty and Pain series by AnonGrimm https://archiveofourown.org/series/238704

Yes it is 👀

Captured

Summary: In another a universe, reluctant as he may be, Peter Parker has to find out that being Spider-Man inevitably means being a celebrity, too. As far as he’s concerned, the only good thing resulting from this is that from time to time he gets the chance to lay eyes on the fashion industry’s most handsome face, that of photographer Tony Stark’s. When one day Peter is sent on a photo-shoot with the living legend, things take an interesting turn.

Fill for the Chair Sex prompt of my starker bingo

Inspired by this gif: yeah I’m still not over this

1k, you can also read it on ao3. Enjoy ;)

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“Look at the camera,” Tony whispers into Peter’s ear as he’s pounding into him from behind. Their sweaty bodies slide easily against each other, but Tony’s firm grip on Peter’s shoulder and Peter’s on the back of the chair keeps them steady. 

“Come on baby, look into it,” Tony repeats and this time, Peter obeys. 

“That shot goes to the cover of GQ,” Tony says, changing his angle to hit Peter’s prostate. He ignores the burn in his thighs and keeps going until the boy’s comeback dies on a series of whimpers. 

“Come for me, baby,” Tony urges him, slipping a hand to his hip. He pulls Peter back and moans appreciatively when the boy starts fucking himself on his cock with trembling little movements. “And look at the camera. Look at it as if you’d look at me. As if you’d be begging to come… and I might just give it to you,” he adds, driving into Peter with a forceful thrust before staying still again. 

“Please, Tony,” Peter moans desperately. 

“You sound so nice,” Tony grunts, running his hand down Peter’s spine. The way it makes Peter shudders feels delicious. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“Nngh,” Peter moans grinding against Tony, chasing his pleasure. “I’ve been popping boners every time you looked at me today. Like a fucking teenager. 

"You wanted this cock inside you so badly?” Tony asks pounding into Peter a few times. 

“Mmh, yes. And now I want your cum. Will you give it to me?" 

These words send a jolt of arousal down Tony’s spine and something hot stirs in his chest. He slips his arms around Peter’s figure and pulls him up against his body. 

"I will, baby boy. I’ll fill you up to the brim,” he promises. 

Peter’s head falls back onto his shoulder and he keens as Tony picks up the pace of his thrusting. When Tony sees him slipping his hand down towards his cock, he stops him. 

“Let me get you there,” Tony whispers to him, forgetting all about how he wanted to hear the boy beg. Peter’s answering whimpers are sweeter than any pleading. 

His cock is hot and velvety in Tony’s fist and he takes delight in getting Peter to the edge. 

“I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come, Tony!” Peter cries. 

Tony grunts, angling his hip to find Peter’s prostate again. When the boy goes rigid in his arms, he knows that he’s found it. He holds Peter as he shudders through his orgasm, jerking him off and giving him release. All the while, he keeps fucking him, following the sounds falling from his lips. He just needs a few more seconds, but he’s ready to pull out at the first sign of displeasure. When Peter whimpers however, he doesn’t sound in pain at all. 

“Please come inside me,” he begs, still shaking and pushing back onto his cock. 

Tony gasps and starts pounding into him hard. The chair creeks desperately under them but its sound is barely heard over the two men’s moans. 

As Tony starts spurting his load into Peter, the boy gasps and keens. It wakes a warmth in Tony and he keeps hugging the boy even after his body starts coming down from its high. Peter doesn’t protest, just covers his arms with his own hands and hums contentedly when Tony starts kissing his neck. 

When eventually Peter moves to entangle himself, it feels like jerking awake from a dream. Tony’s stomach sinks as he pulls back his arms, but Peter’s soft voice soothes his feelings. 

“Let’s sit down. If we haven’t ruined this chair." 

Tony chuckles at that and pulls Peter into his lap as he lowers himself. Peter wraps his arms around neck at once and beams at him. 

As much as Tony wants to say something, the boy’s beauty renders him speechless and he ends up kissing him instead. Peter meets his lips eagerly and they melt together again. They only part when Peter’s violent shiver startles them.

Tony moves at once. Gently making Peter stand up, he grabs his discarded black turtleneck from the floor and offers it to the boy. 

"Put it on, it’s cold in here." 

Peter eyes him a few seconds before slipping into it. His lithe figure looks beautiful and Tony can’t help watching him. 

"Hey, it’s not fair,” the boy pouts. 

“What?" 

"That you make me dress when you stay like that." 

Tony laughs. 

"You look so damn hot,” Peter sighs softly. Tony glances towards the boy and even though his unguarded expression makes his heart beat faster, he tells himself that it’s all for show. The kid might want a second round but Tony’s too old for that. 

“How else would I get all those models to look so horny all the time?” he deflects and hides his disappointment as he turns to pick up his own tee from the floor. 

“And do you fuck all of them?” Peter asks in a would-be casual voice but he misses his mark by a lot. 

Tony’s heart beats painfully hard when he turns back towards Peter. 

“Only the ones I wanna make breakfast to,” he says, stepping towards Peter. 

“Your reputation doesn’t say so,” Peter says, not trying to hide his pain this time. 

As Tony takes one more step, Peter fidgets and looks away for a second before meeting Tony’s eyes again. 

“They say what they need to say. They can’t be sure whether the one before them lied about it or not, but they can’t risk looking less appealing,” he explains bitterly. 

Peter just stares at him silently as Tony takes one last step to close the distance between them. 

“I mean it, Petey. I want to make breakfast for you. But first I want to clean you from head to toe,” he says, brushing Peter’s sweaty curls back, “I want to lay you down on silk sheets,” he goes on, tracing Peter’s neck and shoulder with the back of his hand, “and I want to hold you until you open those beautiful eyes of yours,” he finishes, sliding his arms around Peter just as the boy mirrors his motion. 

“About that photograph,” Peter says, his lips hovering a mere inch from Tony’s. “Put it on the cover. I want the whole word to know how good I felt on your cock.”

“I’m afraid I’ll have to edit myself out of the background,” Tony teases, though his cracking voice and tightening hug give away his emotions. 

“I don’t mind,” Peter shrugs. “They won’t admit it, but they’ll know.”

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I’ve got you, daddy

Warnings: Explicit, nff, 18+, slight daddy kink, some good ol’ Tony loving. 

When Peter met Tony, he saw right through the cracks of the walls he had built around himself. Tony had a persona, a role he thought he had to play everywhere he went. He had to be the boss, the one in control, the problem-solver, the one to make sacrifices, to one to make all the difficult calls. He had to be on top of everything and he was held accountable for every single thing that eventually went wrong and he blamed himself every single time things didn’t go accordingly to his plans.

Peter thought it must be exhausting, all that responsibility, but Tony seemed resigned to it. As CEO of Stark Industries, he answered for any and every mistake his company might make, he had to call all the shots; after all, he was the boss. As an Avenger, he felt responsible for his teammates; since he had the means, he felt the need to keep them safe, he built them better suits, better weapons, better equipment, and every time something went wrong, every time his technology was not good enough and someone got hurt, it was on him.

So naturally, when he met Peter, he thought he had to keep playing that role. Peter was young, he was barely 19 when they met, he was an intern with Stark Industries, a poor, orphaned college student, of course Tony would feel responsible for him. At first, he acted like a mentor, a father figure, but that didn’t last long, not with all the undeniable sexual tension between them.

When they started dating, Peter wasn’t surprised that Tony thought he had to provide for him, to protect him. He would buy him everything he thought Peter needed, from clothes to an apartment in Manhattan so that he didn’t have to share one with other NYU students. He would try to protect him from the media anyway he could – he sued every magazine, newspaper, site or blog that dared talk shit about him, JARVIS was always monitoring the internet, preventing unwanted pictures or videos from leaking at all costs.

He was always on the lookout for super-villains that might wanna harm him, use him against Iron Man. He even built Peter a suit for their second anniversary, one that Peter always carried around in the form of a watch, which activated automatically if he was ever in danger. It never happened, though, Tony was always there to keep him safe. Tony felt responsible for Peter’s well-being, his happiness, his health, his education, everything. Like everything else in his life, Peter was a burden that he had to carry.

And the young man didn’t like it one bit, because he could see through the cracks of Tony’s walls, he could see that the man was exhausted, he was desperate for a break, he needed for someone to take all that weight off his shoulders for just a little bit, let him breathe, let him be free of all those  responsibilities, if just for a little while. He needed someone to take care of him for a change, and Peter knew he could be that person, but he also knew he couldn’t talk to Tony about it, the man would only deny everything and pretend he was perfectly fine.

So it happened naturally, slowly.

When Tony got home from work, Peter had dinner ready. He set the table, chose the menu, the wine and the playlist playing softly in the background. There was not much to think or do, Tony just had to sit down and wait for Peter to fix his plate as he told him about his day.

Afterwards, Peter would draw him a bath as he enjoyed another glass of wine; he’d make sure the water was warm and he used all of his favorite bath salts. Peter would get in first, he’d let the older man lean back against his narrow chest, as he ran his fingers through his thick, graying locks, washing them with great care, listening to the soft groans that escaped the genius’s lips. Most days he would try to resist, he’d try to change positions, he’d try to get behind Peter, wash his hair instead, massage his shoulders, but the younger man wouldn’t let him.

He would whisper softly in his ear that it was okay, he wanted to take care of him, wanted to make him feel good, and Tony would go lax in his arms, would relax against him, letting his small hands roam all over his tired shoulders and chest, washing away all the worries of the day.

Next, he would lure Tony into bed. Again, most days he would try to get back to work, go back to the lab to work on improvements for the Avengers suits, new products for S.I., anything to keep him busy. Sometimes, when Peter knew that it was something that he really had to do, he’d let him. He’d go down to the lab with him and help him get it all done in a reasonable amount of time.

Some other times, though, when he knew the older man was just trying to work himself to exhaustion, he would convince Tony to come to bed with him. The room’s temperature was always perfect, the lights were always dimmed, Peter worried even about the scents, he always had soothing candles burning in the corners. He’d undress the older man completely and then helped into bed. He knew Tony couldn’t get to sleep right away, mind running a mile a minute with all the different things he had to worry about, all the different responsibilities he couldn’t seem to shake.

So Peter blanketed him with his own naked body, kissed and licked his sore muscles from head to toe, then sucked him gently and slowly as he fingered himself open, getting his hole ready for the older man. Of course Tony would always try to protest, would always try to take over, try to flip them so he could be the one in control, so that he could be the one giving Peter pleasure, not the other way around. Sometimes, Peter let him.

Most of the times, though, he’d look at him from under his lashes with puppy-dog eyes, mouth full of his thick, hard cock, only to let it go with a pop, stroking it softly before whispering, “Please, daddy, wanna make you feel good, it makes me so horny.” It drove Tony mad, the idea that Peter got off on making him feel good. It took a while for him to believe it was true, but he always let Peter do what he wanted.

So the younger man would suck him slowly for the longest time, all the while one of his hands would be playing with Tony’s balls as the other fingered his own hole open. Sometimes he would come just from that – the friction of his fingers on his prostate, the hot, heavy weight of the older man’s cock on his tongue and the quiet moans coming from Tony, the whispered praises falling from his lips as he tugged Peter’s hair, breathlessly saying, “You’re so good to me, baby boy, I love you so, so much… So good to me…”

Peter had no trouble getting hard again in just a few minutes, specially hearing Tony’s moans, so that was ok. He’d keep sucking the older man until he was so painfully close he could feel his full, heavy balls tightening on his hand. That’s when he’d pull away, straddling the older man’s powerful legs, only to have Tony sitting up, trying again to take back control, trying to call the shots, to do something, he couldn’t just lie back and take the pleasure he was offered. But Peter wouldn’t have that.

“Lie down, daddy,” he’d whisper in his ear, biting down on his earlobe before dragging his teeth across his chiseled, bearded jaw. “Let your baby take care of you, please. I want you so bad, let me make you feel good.”

Tony couldn’t resist him, he just couldn’t. He’d lie right back down, his eyes filled with love and devotion; his rough, calloused fingers held Peter’s hips, as the younger man sank onto his cock, mouth slack open as he softly moaned Tony’s name.

There was no desperation or hurry, that was Tony’s thing, for when he was in control, for when Peter let him. Tony didn’t even notice this, but inside their home, Peter was the one calling the shots, the one deciding what to do and when. He didn’t even know it, but he relished it, he gave himself over the younger man and his whole body screamed ‘yes, sir’ to every one of his demands. It was a beautiful thing to see.

So Peter rode him at a lazy, steady rhythm, tiny hands traveling across muscular abs and pecs, ignoring the soft begs for him to go faster. Peter knew better, he knew what Tony needed. He needed soft and gentle, long and slow. Sometimes he’d ride him for hours before allowing the older man any sort of release. But it was worth it. Tony would go blind with pleasure when he came, squeezing his hips so hard there were marks on his skin any given day. He’d then go lax on the bed, completely satisfied and sated and blissed almost out of his mind, mumbling about how much he loved his baby boy.

Peter would smile to himself, proudly, as he cleaned both of their bodies with a soft, wet towel, before climbing into bed next to Tony, letting him rest his heavy head on his narrow chest, running his fingers though his hair as he lulled him to sleep with soft whispers of, “I’ve got you, daddy.”  

smudged glasses & stained papers

word count: 1.2k

warnings: excessive fluff

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Tony hadn’t been expecting it, startled as Peter walked up to his library table one afternoon. He had been knee-deep in Calc homework, trying to work his way around the Taylor series, when Peter cleared his throat above Tony.

“Uh-hi. Tony, right?” Peter stuck his hand out to Tony, his chunky letterman jacket pushed up around his elbows. Tony took his hand gingerly, cautiously looking over Peter. 

Tony tried his best not to ogle, but with the way Peter’s shirt is hugging his body makes it impossible. Peter had grown over the summer, a lot, and he hadn’t updated his wardrobe to fit his new size. Tony didn’t mind though. 

“Yeah-Tony, that’s me-I’m Tony,” Tony said, shaking Peter’s hand for longer than needed. Peter quirked his eyebrow. 

“You tutor, right? For Physics?” Tony nodded his head enthusiastically. “Great-so, uh, I’m kinda-sorta maybe failing Physics right now? And Ms. Hill said that if I don’t get my grade back up by the rest midterm than I won’t be allowed to play spring sports for the rest of the year. She recommended you, so I was just wondering if there was any way you could fit me into your schedule.” Peter shoved his hands into his pockets.

Tony blanked. Completely. Peter Parker wanted to study with him. Peter Parker was asking him, Tony Stark, for tutoring. He couldn’t believe it. Peter tapped his toe, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah! Yeah-I mean-yes, I can tutor you,” Tony cringed, pulling out his planner. He flipped through, finding his tutor schedule. “I can-uh-fit you in during Monday and Thursday at 3:45-4:45. Do those times work for you?”

“Yeah.” Peter shot Tony a sharp smile. He turned, walking away from the table stacked with books. “Thanks again, Tony.” 

By the time Tony started to reply, Peter had left the library. Tony slouched against his textbooks, a giddy smile on his face. Tony was so excited to help tutor Peter.

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stripper!peter | starker au

don't you wanna come to my motel, honey? / don't you wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me? / don't you know that i have really never loved nobody / but you?

Tony never really thought much about love. It was something that came naturally, that shouldn't be dwelled upon for too long or it would evaporate into thin air. But he had one principle: He didn't pay for love. Not for sex and not for affection, none of that.

But pulled by a friend's well-meaning hand, he found himself in a strip club. His resolution was clear: Just watch, nothing else. Tip generously, but nothing more.

That was before he saw the vision of a boy who stepped on the stage. Suddenly his mouth was watering and his cock twitching—and next thing he knew the boy had him wrapped all the way around his fingers. Those beautiful big eyes were focused on Tony, but they didn't look starstruck, they simply dripped with want.

He barely even noticed his own hand reaching for his wallet and securing a bundle of banknotes under a wine red thigh garter.

He came back a few days later. And again and again, until he finally jumped over his own shadow and bought a lap dance.

If he had been attracted to the boy before, he was addicted now, with this beautiful little thing grinding against his bulge, working magic with his hips. No lover had ever left him breathless like this.

So he took him on dates, each more luxurious than the one before, and all those nights Peter (knowing his name felt like a privilege; its taste on Tony's tongue was the sweetest he'd ever known) ended up in a bed in some hotel room—or on a kitchen counter or a table or however far they got before they couldn't control themselves anymore—underneath Tony.

Tony knew his spending had been out of control ever since he met Peter. But when his pretty boy looked up at him with those wide doe eyes and said, "Daddy, can I—?", then Tony was ready to give him everything.

AHHHH💦💦💦

one of my favourite artists released a new song and it gave me some feels 😔

Imagine an au where Tony asks Peter to join the Avengers when he’s 16, but not because of cw, just to strengthen the team, and Peter readily agrees because it’s Tony Stark, how could he not

Fast forward a few years and Peter’s in college at MIT, but visits the city very frequently, Tony and Steve are a superhero power couple, and Peter- pines.

And then Bucky resurfaces, but it’s not the drama of cw. It just,, happens.

Tony fights tooth and nail to make sure Bucky is released into their custody, because he knows it’s what Steve wants, and he’d do anything to see Steve happy.

So Bucky moves into the tower, and if Tony spends nights alone more often than not, it’s nothing he questions - he would go above and beyond the same way for Rhodey and Pepper.

But then rumours start to swirl, and Tony knows not to pay attention to them, having been in the limelight for so long.

Until the article surfaces.

Steve, strolling the streets of Brooklyn with Bucky. Pictured hand in hand, dragging Bucky into an alley, lips locked in a kiss that on paper radiates more passion than any kiss Steve had ever given him.

He can’t find it in himself to be furious.

When he thinks back, to the way Steve’s eyes follow Bucky around a room, the way affection comes so easy to him with Bucky in a way it doesn’t with Tony, the way he sparkles when Bucky makes a break through, starkly contrasted to the way he barely manages to pay attention to Tony’s science.

It was all right under his nose, he just hadn’t wanted to see it.

He has Pepper hit the paper with an injunction before they go to print, because of course he does, even though she makes it well known she’d be more than happy to expose Steve Rogers for the “lying, cheating bastard he is.”

Tony’s just tired. He doesn’t want the fights, the tears, the fall out, the guilt. He also doesn’t want the team to pick sides, probably because he couldn’t stand to see them pick Steve over him.

Not that he’d blame them.

So he packs up in the dead of the night, when he knows Steve is on Bucky’s floor- doesn’t need FRIDAY to confirm it for him. Rhodeys abroad on military business, will be gone for months, and Pepper’s busy with the company and a family of her own, and there’s no one in the city left for Tony to call his own.

He packs DUM-E and U in the most spacious car he owns with an overnight bag, leaves a note for Pepper to send the rest of the stuff to an address he’ll text her soon.

He gets on the road and just drives, up I-95, taking rights and lefts in a seemingly arbitrary pattern, thoughts running a million miles an hour in a different direction, letting FRIDAY watch the road for him.

It’s somewhere near three in the morning when he pulls up to a place he recognizes, heart stuck in his throat.

He can’t imagine Peter would want a fifty-two year old man on his doorstep with enough emotional baggae to fill a space double his apartment and then some.

But he’s a weak man, desperate for comfort and warmth where he can find it, so he slides out of the car, raising a sweaty fist to knock against a door that opens before he has to knock a second time.

“Took you long enough, I didn’t think you were ever going to come in.”

Tony winces. “You sure this is okay, kid?”

Peter wraps a hand around Tony’s wrist, pulling him inside. “It’s your apartment, Tony, you pay the rent.”

Tony stops just inside the door, wrist still hanging loosely in Peter’s grip. “That’s not what I meant.”

And Peter knows, because he always does. He spins around, taking both of Tony’s hands in his own. “I know. C’mon, it’s lonely with all the empty room. I could use the company.”

They works hard between the two of them to transform the third room into a functional lab space for the two of them. The official news is that Tony’s retired to an undisclosed location, Iron Man officially out of comission.

Pepper has his stuff delivered, along with reassurances that Steve will never know where he is. FRIDAY knows better than to pass along any of his messages, and Tony heals in silence.

Well, not utter silence.

Peter chatters a million miles an hour, telling Tony all about his classes, his professors, his extra curriculars, and Tony inserts well timed jokes and disbelieving ‘he’s still here?’s where they’re applicable, and it’s so-

Easy. In a way Tony can’t ever remember anything being.

They dance around each other for months, Peter knowing better than to push Tony’s broken heart too far, Tony too scared to unload five decades of emotional baggage and a thirty year age difference on a man in the prime of his life.

When Peter graduates, he starts his Masters at MIT, doesn’t even think of going elsewhere, of disrupting the quiet little life he and Tony have built for themselves.

If he never goes back to the city, May and Ned and MJ always making the trips to see him, Tony sensibly never questions it, and they go on living like two men in love.

Because even though they never say the words, it’s in everything they do. The way Tony will drop everything to help Peter with a concept when he’s struggling, the way he’ll bring lunch to Peter on campus on Peter’s busier days, comfortable because all the students have been sworn to secrecy. He never hesitates to don a suit and be Peter’s date to various formals and dances, always there with a bottle of water and the greasiest food he can have delivered when Peter wakes up with hangovers after too many frat parties.

It’s in the way Peter will make smoothies and leave them in the lab for Tony before heading to class for the day. The way he’ll drag Tony out for a walk in the woods when he spends too many days in the lab, the way he’ll gently coax him to bed when Tony’s been awake for too long, sliding in next to him easily enough when the older man asks.

The way, slowly but surely, their stuff migrates into each other’s rooms, falling asleep in differents beds depending on the night, but never apart.

The way Tony will press kisses into Peter’s hair, his forehead, his lips on the rare occasions he wakes up early enough to see Tony off.

It might take them years later to say the words, but they fall in love long before, the first night Tony shows up on Peter’s doorstep, and Peter lets him in, opening up his door, and his heart, without a second thought.

💕💕amazing babe

Another Alpha/Omega Thing

Peter is trapped between Alphas Tony and Bucky. It’s longer than most of my stuff so I’ll put in a read more line eventually

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There’s way too many Alphas in the Avengers. Peter’s sat at the conference room table, trying his best to pay attention to Captain Rogers and Miss Romanov as they reported on happenings around the world. He squirmed in his seat, avoiding eye contact with the Alphas in room. He knew they were sneaking glances at him. Peter wished he had taken his suppressants earlier in the day - he’d skipped out on them because of a mission earlier that morning. He raised his head briefly to act like he was engaged, and caught Tony gazing his way.

Peter could feel himself beginning to blush. He wondered how Captain Rogers managed - he was an omega too. Well, Peter supposed It was different. Captain Rogers was an omega infused with some sort of Alpha serum. Finally the meeting ended, and Peter quickly darted from the conference room. He just wanted to get back to his room, take his suppressants and hide under the blankets until it all went away.

He was rounding the corner of the hallway that led to his bedroom when a hand clapped down on his shoulder. Peter bit back his surprised yelp as he was whirled around. “Sargent Barnes!” He gasped, facing the alpha who still had his hand on Peter.

“You okay, kid?” The man asked.

“Ye-yeah,” Peter said, “Yeah. I’m fine.”

“Yeah…” Bucky replied, “You certainly smell fine.” He pushed Peter up against the wall behind them. Peter gripped Bucky’s shoulders and tried to hold him back. Bucky leaned in and breathed in Peter’s scent.

“Sargent…” Peter whimpered, “Please…”

“You smell so good, kid,” Bucky replied. He nipped Peter’s neck and ground his knee into the boy’s groin. Peter moaned softly, biting on his lower lip to keep quiet.

“Alpha,” he pleaded. “We can’t… not here.”

“Where should we go, then?” Bucky purred. He lifted the omega. Peter instinctively wrapped his legs around Bucky’s waist. He rolled his hips, grinding against Bucky’s cock. The Alpha was hard, his pheromones making Peter’s head spin.

“My room…” Peter panted. He knew he had to get there, but he couldn’t remember why. Probably for this, right? “Take me to my room.”

Bucky grinned and moved them down the hall, carrying Peter in his arms. Peter tangled his fingers in Bucky’s hair and kissed his jawline. Bucky kissed him briefly, just before kicking open Peter’s door. “More,” Peter whined, “Kiss me again.”

“Patience,” Bucky answered. He threw Peter onto the bed. “Strip.”

Peter scrambled up and started pulling off his costume.

“There’s no need to be so rough with him,” a voice called from the doorway.

Peter glanced up, his costume halfway off. “Mr. Stark!” He gasped. His entire body shivered, and suddenly slick was pooling in briefs. Bucky turned to face Tony and growled at the intruding alpha.

“Back off Stark,” Bucky threatened, “I had him first.”

“You even know how to treat an omega?” Tony retorted, “You’ve been on ice for decades.”

Bucky growled again. Tony rumbled back and stepped forward. “Wait!” Peter called from the bed. He couldn’t stand to see Alphas fight - it made his omega side anxious. “Wait! I can… I can handle both.”

The alphas stared at him. Tony shrugged and pushed past Bucky, advancing on Peter. Peter kicked off his costume as Tony started removing his own clothes. Bucky stayed put, standing at the edge of the bed.

Tony crawled up to Peter and kissed him. Peter leaned into it and moaned. Tony always made Peter feel so good. The Alpha flipped Peter onto his front and ran his fingers over the omega’s backside. Peter raised his hips excitedly. “Look at him,” Tony said, speaking to Bucky. “Eager little slut.”

“M’not!” Peter whimpered. He could feel Tony spreading his cheeks apart, showing Bucky his slick hole.

“Looks like you are to me,” Bucky said. He joined Tony and Peter on the bed.

He pressed his fingers against Peter’s entrance. Peter whined and pushed back. “In me!” He cried.

Tony shifted them, lifting Peter up and sliding under him. “Open your mouth, greedy,” he ordered.

Peter nodded and took Tony’s cock into his mouth. The Alpha groaned. “That’s a good boy,” Tony praised. He glanced at Bucky who sat behind Peter still teasing the boy’s entrance.

“Give him something, Barnes,” Tony offered. “Or he’ll start whining again.”

Peter wiggled his hip enticingly. He kept Tony’s dick in his mouth, sucking softly and running his tongue up and down the shaft. With his hands, he massaged the alpha’s knot and balls. Peter bobbed his head, taking Tony as deep as he could.

Bucky finally pressed his cock against Peter’s hole. Peter hummed and eagerly pushed back against him. Bucky forced his cock deep inside Peter, thrusting hard.

Peter is slick, but tight and he clenched around Bucky’s cock so nicely. He thrusted into Peter harder.

“Go ahead and knot him,” Tony grunted from where he was thrusting into Peter’s mouth. “He’s on birth control.”

“You know a lot about him, Stark,” Bucky replied.

“I’m usually the one fucking his greedy little hole,” Tony said. “We do it every heat my little omega has, and for special occasions.”

Bucky chuckled. He pounded into Peter deeper listening to omega moan. “This is a special occasion?”

“Well, he is a horny teenager,” Tony shrugged and pushed his dick against the back Peter’s throat. Peter gagged, but only for a moment. He was used to Tony’s cock sitting in his throat.

Bucky slapped Peter’s ass as he thrusted harder. Peter moaned and whined, rolling his hips. Bucky spanked him again. “You like that?” He growled. Peter mewled in response, muffled by Tony’s dick.

“Fuck, baby,” Tony groaned. “Ready for it?”

Peter batted his eyes at Tony and pumped the alpha’s growing knot. Tony grinned and held Peter in place with his hand. He came down Peter’s throat, forcing the omega to swallow his cum. “Good boy,” he grunted.

Peter hollowed out his cheeks, milking Tony dry. Peter kept lightly squeezing Tony’s knot keeping the alpha cumming as long as he could. He really had no choice; unable to pull away from Tony with Bucky pounding into his ass. He whined at Tony.

“What, baby?” Tony purred, “You wanna cum?”

“Better tighten up then,” Bucky growled. He gripped Peter’s hips and slammed into him even harder. Peter cried out, Tony’s cock slipping out of his mouth. Tony helped him move so that he was kneeling more upright. Peter clung to the alpha’s shoulders.

“Please!” He whimpered. He clenched around Bucky’s dick, trying to get him to cum. Bucky groaned in response and angled his thrusts to reach deeper into the omega.

Tony peppered kisses along his jaw and whispered, “You may be taking that cock for a while baby.” He wrapped his hand around Peter’s dick. The omega was leaking and his cock jumped at Tony’s touch. Peter moaned and leaned into Tony’s touch. “He’s got super solider stamina and all.”

Peter sobbed, “Please!”

Bucky lifted Peter away from Tony, forcing his knot into the boy. Peter keened and fell limp against Bucky’s body. “Alpha…” he whimpered. Bucky nipped at Peter’s bonding gland. Buried deep in Peter now, each of his thrusts pressed against the boy prostate, making him squirm.

Tony shifted forward and took the omega’s cock into his mouth. Peter moaned and tangled his fingers in Tony’s hair. “Mr - ah! - Mr. Stark!” he cried.

He was cumming almost instantly, spilling into Tony’s mouth as his body shook. Tony kept sucking until Peter’s hips were jutting up and attempting to pull away. “Mr. Stark!! Alpha!!”

Tony released him. “So sensitive, baby,” he purred.

Bucky slammed up into Peter, his knot caught in the omega’s tight heat. Peter groaned and fell into Tony’s arms as the other Alpha continued to fuck him. Tony held him and gently rubbed the boy’s back and shoulders.

Peter lifted his head and gazed at Bucky over his shoulder. “Please, Alpha,” he begged, “Please, breed me!”

“Fuck!” Bucky grunted. He held on to Peter’s hips and moved the omega on his cock. Peter clenched again, coaxing Bucky to cum inside him. Bucky spilled deep inside him with just a few more thrusts. Peter shivered and whined. He was stuck to Bucky still, forced to take all the super soldier’s cum.

“Good boy,” Tony praised. “Good job.”

Peter sighed happily and laid himself into Tony’s lap. Bucky massaged Peter’s lower back, trying to soothe the eventual ache that would rise after he pulled out. He shared a quick glance Tony who winked at him.

“Surprised you haven’t claimed him yet, Stark.” Bucky snorted.

“Well, if I had we wouldn’t be sharing,” he growled in reply.

“Quit it,” Peter mumbled tiredly, “No Alpha posturing while I’m between you.”

Tony shifted slightly. He moved Peter so that the boy was laying directly on the bed. Bucky moved too, effectively spooning the omega as they were still knotted together. Tony laid against Peter’s front, softly kissing the omega. He lightly pressed on the bump of Peter’s belly. Peter whimpered, so full of Bucky’s cum. He took Tony’s teasing hand in his own and kissed his knuckles. “Let me sleep,” he sighed. Tony said nothing but stopped his teasing.

“You’ll be here when I wake up?” Peter asked. “Both of you?”

“Of course, sweet boy,” Tony agreed.

Bucky simply nodded and hummed. Peter snuggled in between them and slept.

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Alpha!Peter and Omega!Tony

I’ve never really written anything like this, but I’m in love with ABO stuff so please enjoy!

Features: NFF, intersex Omegas, Omega!Tony, Alpha!Peter, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

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Tony regretted ignoring Friday’s warning when he saw Peter standing in the lab. He hadn’t listened because all he needed from the lab was his hoodie. He’d be in and out in a second, back to his room and locked in to suffer his heat. Tony forgot to tell Peter not to come over, apparently. Probably slipped his mind when he was curled up on the couch ignoring cramps. Peter smiled at him, as Tony stood frozen in the doorway.

“Hi, Mr. Stark,” he said, oblivious for the moment. Then he sniffed the air.

Tony straightened up and nodded to greet Peter. He dashed to where his hoodie was and tugged it on. He caught a whiff of Peter as he crossed the room: typical Alpha musk, but hints of caramel and chocolate. He shook the thought of staying just to breathe in Peter’s scent from his head.

“I’ll be upstairs,” Tony grumbled, passing back in front of Peter again.

“Okay,” Peter replied. He was watching Tony, but not with predatory eyes - no, they were more concerned.

“Bruce is around if you need something,” Tony added. He made it to the elevator, and then the cramps twisted his insides again. He hunched and grunted, gripping a nearby table to lean against it.

Peter moved toward him. “Mr. Stark,” he said, “Are you alright?”

“Yep,” Tony quickly snapped. He couldn’t let Peter get too close. The younger man was always a courteous Alpha, but he was inexperienced. Tony didn’t want to make the kid lose control. He tried to move away from the table, but the stabbing in his gut only intensified.

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