#winterstarker

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Lessons for a Brat pt1

Marvel | Winterstarker

It's Bucky's first time being sent on one of Tony Stark's calls despite the many years the man had been using their escort service. Only it isn't the "Mr. Stark" he had expected waiting for him when he arrives.

Rating: Explicit

For H <3

Warnings and tags below

Warnings/tags: escort!Bucky, brat!Peter, implied/referenced incest, mildly dubious consent, rough sex, verbal humiliation

Bucky looked at his reflection in the polished chrome. He'd lived in apartments smaller than this elevator, but that was a long time ago. It was pure luck that he had ended up frequenting places like this. The metal box slid up through the building, one of the tallest in the city. He hadn't even needed directions. When he saw he'd been booked by a "Mr. Stark" he knew where he was headed.

Tony Stark was an old client of the company, but it had been a while since he'd called on them. His usuals must have moved on since then because it was Bucky's first time here. He couldn't say he wasn't excited. Tony Stark was generous in both the size of his dick and the size of his wallet. He had an incredible reputation among the more experienced escorts. Bucky felt pretty confident he was about to pay his rent for the year in a single night. And tomorrow he'd have a smile on his face and a limp in his step.

The elevator stopped gently and the doors slid open. Bucky stepped straight out into the Starks' penthouse. From the windows he could see only blue sky. They were literally above the rest. The ego on this man would be hilarious if wasn't kind of turning him on.

He passed through the entry and into a sitting area, but the figure waiting for him on the couch was not what he expected.

"James?" A boy with fluffy brown hair and too big eyes stared up at him. He sat with his legs splayed and an arm thrown over the back of the couch as if he had something to prove. He wondered if Peter had as much of an ego as his old man.

"I prefer Bucky, kid," he glanced around the room and was confused to find them alone. Surely you wouldn't call for an escort before the babysitter arrives. "Is your dad around?"

"He's not home." The boy crossed his arms over his chest. "Pretty unprofessional of you not to know your client."

Bucky looked at the boy again. Well, he supposed he was technically a man. Albeit a short, skinny, baby faced man. In fact, he was almost too pretty. His disappointment faded as he stared at the bratty pout on his lips. Maybe it wasn't what he expected, but he could work with this.

"My apologies, Mr. Stark. However, can I make it up to you?"

"You can blow me," he said, unable to hold back a smug grin. The little thing was so inexperienced, like a stumbling baby deer.

"Right to the chase," Bucky said, feigning disapproval. "My more mature clients usually offer me a drink first."

"I'm not old- I don't drink," Peter said. Bucky almost laughed. Not old enough huh? But if he wasn't old enough for sex he wouldn't have been able to book him, even if things were largely done under the table.

"Here? Or in your bedroom?"

"Come with me." Peter stood and walked around the furniture to a staircase, because somehow the place went up even higher, while Bucky followed. He let the boy play at being in charge until they found his bedroom, just as over-decorated and excessive as he'd expected. Then he grabbed him and shoved him back into the door. He held him in place with a hand on his abdomen and one on his collar, but Peter looked almost disappointed until that hand slid up to his neck.

He kissed him and Peter moaned, but the sound cut off like he was trying to hide it. There was too much clashing of teeth as if the boy were trying to take control of the kiss, but a hand curled in his hair and firmly tugging at the roots was enough to make him whimper and his mouth drop open. He melted, a shiver running through him, as Bucky took over pressing his tongue into his mouth, guiding his lips. With his little attempt at taking charge thwarted, Bucky took a step back from the wall, pulling Peter over to the bed. He kept him off balance, kissing him and then pulling away as he untucked Peter's shirt and pulled over his head and stripped him of his pants.

Peter fell back onto the bed and Bucky hauled him up where he wanted him. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, leaning over him.

"How do you want it, baby? Do you like it slow and sweet?"

Peter pushed against his shoulder. "Roll over. I'm topping."

"That's cute, baby," Bucky chuckled. He opened his belt and pulled it through the loops. "Do you have a condom preference?"

"Yeah. Bare."

"It's company policy, sweetheart."

"I think I'm paying you enough to shove company policy up your ass."

Bucky huffed a laugh. "That's funny, kid. You're cute." He pulled a condom from his pocket and started to put it on.

"I'm not a kid- hey!" Peter grabbed his wrist. "That's for me."

Bucky laughed for real this time. "Oh is it? And where are you gonna put it, on this little thing?" He grabbed Peter's dick and watched the boy all but come apart at a single touch. "That kind of thing is for real men. Not little boys."

"Fuck you," Peter bit.

Bucky grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them up by his head. He jerked his knee up, forcing Peter's thighs open wide. He stared up at him, mouth open in surprise, but an obviously very enjoyable surprise judging from the blush spreading across his face. When he let go and reached a hand down, Peter didn't even move from where he'd left him.

Bucky watched his face as he took his own cock and rubbed the head against his hole. Peter gasped and his eyes fell shut. His hips moved like he was already riding him.

"Tell me you don't really want a nice thick cock inside you."

"I- I wanna top," he protested. His eyes blinked open and he stared, almost glaring.

"Oh do you?" Bucky pushed his cock inside, just the head of it. The way he moaned almost drove him to stuff the whole thing inside.

"Yes," he moaned. "I want... I want to top. Let me top!"

"Yeah right, sweetheart," Bucky laughed. He pushed in deeper and the boy crumbled, all protests gone. By the time he was all the way in, Peter's nails were digging into his back and he already looked cock drunk.

Thighs squeezed his hips as he ground his cock in deep. "Where'd all those protests go? I thought there was something you wanted."

Peter glared, but his expression faltered as Bucky moved his hips. "Fuck you."

Bucky grinned. "Yeah? You want to fuck me instead?" He grabbed the boy and rolled them both over. Set Peter in his lap, shoving his cock right back inside him. "There now you're on top. You can do whatever you want." He tucked his hands behind his back, laying back into the pillows.

He was clearly enjoying Bucky's dick inside him to even consider the offer. His hands squeezed Bucky's abs and he rolled his hips, riding his cock good enough to make him sigh. And when he bounced on it, fucking himself, head falling back on his shoulders, Bucky thought he might fall in love. He grabbed his hips to slow him and turned him over again, staring into shiny cock stupid eyes.

"You still want to top, baby? Or did you realize what you really needed?"

"Need your cock," Peter whined. He squirmed and Bucky pinned him down.

"What do you need?"

The boy whimpered, but Bucky only grinned watching him struggle to get what he wanted without words. "Please!"

"Please what, baby? I don't know what you need. See the last I heard you wanted to top. So I should just pull out right?" He moved to pull his cock from the warmth of Peter's ass and the boy grabbed him, pulling him back.

"No please! Fuck me please! I want your cock!"

Bucky laughed, low and mean. He grabbed a handful of his hair and ran his tongue over the boy's gaping mouth as he slowly pushed his cock back inside. "Don't fucking argue with me next time. Got it?"

"Yes, sir," Peter breathed. He moaned, legs wrapping around his waist like he might try to pull out again. "Don't stop. I'm so close."

"Yeah? You gonna cum on my cock?"

"I want your cum in me," Peter whined.

"Come on," Bucky wrapped a hand around his cock. "Bottom cums first. That's just proper etiquette."

"F-fuck you," Peter groaned. Bucky's palm struck his cheek and blinked at him, startled.

Bucky leaned into his face, hand tight in his hair. "Watch what you fucking say to me, bitch."

Peter whined, back arching, nails biting into his skin. Bucky couldn't hold himself back, watching the brat get off on being put in his place. Just a few more thrusts and he came, too. Then he was holding back a smile while the needy boy pulled him closer, mouth demanding soft kisses. He was so sweet like this, eyes hazy, softly mewling like every touch was too much, curling into him like a needy kitten.

Bucky held him and kissed him until he had enough. Once they were both cleaned up, Peter shooed him out the door leaving Bucky hoping he'd get another call soon.

#marvel #winterstarker #winterspider #prompt fill

[rheynis]

...ㅤthe unsullied and the dothraki march into winterfell,     lead by daenerys targaryen, the rightful queen of the seven kingdoms,     and her niece, the princess rhaenys targaryen, the dragon in dorne.     a plotted starter for @winterstark.ㅤ ...

it is true, what they say about the frost.       it bites, but most of all, it lingers.       the princess rhaenys takes note of a small snowflake landing on the tip of her nose,       quickly melting from the heat of her body;       𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛.       specks of black movements align ‘top winter snow,       calculated movements of the unsullied and the dothraki;       thousands of them;       the only dot of color in otherwise a white cast.       a grin paints itself upon the princess’ brown complexion,       pride making it’s way through her veins.       these are the culminating steps to reclaiming their house,       their rightful place.       steps which her jorrāelagon sodjisto has sacrificed so much for.       the iron throne is hers,       and anyone who dares to think otherwise,       the princess rhaenys does not take kindly to.

rumination is interrupted by a stir below her frame,       rhaenys adjusts from sitting upright to moving her upper body forward,       clinging to rhaegal’s spinal crest as he spreads the might of his wings.       it’s time.       finally,        they fly into winterfell.

there will never be enough words to describe one’s emotions as they first bear witness to a dragon.       there is not enough vocabulary to convey the shock, amazement, but most of all, fear, that people feel when they see one.       this is the might of the house targaryen,       this is the glory of fire and blood.       rhaenys, riding dragonback on rhaegal, soar through the skies, yet low enough for all of winterfell to see;       for all of winterfell to fear.       she sees them, one by one.       their cosmic gazes, their mouths hanging open.       her head is held up high,       no more does she feel more herself than when flying with rhaegal.       striking violet hues lock into almonds from below,       as the rightful queen daenerys rode alongside her army on the ground.       a smile is exchanged,       a silent understanding of how no matter what transpires further,       no matter the war,       𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.       and they will never lose each other, never again.

rhaegal makes a final turn around the castle,      the might of his wings blowing snow from the ground and startling northmen.       as daenerys enters the castle of winterfell,       drogon perches atop it’s greatest peak.       rhaegal descends the princess rhaenys unto the palace grounds before joining his brother.       the formalities are entered as the ice meet fire.       rhaenys stands next to daenerys,       everso encapsulated by the lady of winterfell,       whose hair burned particularly brighter against the white cast of snow.       and yet, there was one’s presence she had been told,       one greatly skilled at combat and defence,       particularly stubborn and forthright,       just as she.       and one who was, unfortunately, not present in their welcoming.       pity,       she was the one the princess wanted to impress.

she was rhaenys targaryen,    daughter of rhaegar targaryen:       the crown prince of dragonstone,    and    elia martell:       the princess of dorne.     she was born in dragonstone,       as all dragons were.     she was beloved, protected, she would have grown to be a beautiful young woman,   and would have secured herself a prince of a great house,     and as all women would, she would have lived to give sons to her husband,     to carry on a legacy of fire.     this is how the story should have gone.     but it didn’t.     it burned to the ground.

she was merely of three years when screams filled the halls,     when blood pooled on the floor,     when the only family she’s ever known:     murdered.     the king is dead.     the heir is no more.     his wife and his son,     beaten to death.     and the princess ?     the princess rhaenys ?     she was stabbed by a knife in three repetitions.     one on her leg as she screamed and begged and pleaded,     another to her side as she refused to stay still,     the last a gash on her neck, leaving a pool of blood where one can only think:     𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽.     shock consumes her, body shuts down,     lids lower and lower.

they are all dead, tywin lannister exclaims to his king,     robert baratheon.     rhaegar’s wife and children are dead.     there are no more targaryens.     there are no more dragons.     or so they thought.

the princess was taken.     she had another home, for she was not only a dragon born of fire, she was also the sun.     she was taken to dorne,     smuggled under the care of her mother’s home,     of house martell.     prince doran and oberyn martell the only remaining family the princess had left.     decisions were to be made.     she must be protected, the prince doran murmurs.     she must be protected from them, look at what they have done.     look at what they have done to our dear sister,     our dear elia.     we must hide her here, in dorne.     no one can hurt her here.     they will never know she lived.     you will take her as your bastard - daughter, oberyn.     you will raise her as if she is your own.     her name will be nyra,     nyra sand as you fashion your daughters.     you will train her, protect her.     she will know no pain, no suffering.     she will learn to survive.     she will live.

and so, the story continues.    the princess,     now nyra sand:     believing herself to be a bastard - born daughter of the prince of dorne, trains with her sisters.     she grows tough, strong.     she protects the prince,     she protects the monarchy.     she protects her home.     it is much later into the story that she learns who she truly is.  and when she does, she seeks daenerys targaryen.     she was given a choice, to stay in dorne and to keep herself safe,     or go to dragonstone,     to fight the war that killed her family,     to avenge their deaths,     to reunite with fire.  and so she does.     she travels, no matter how far, or how difficult,     to reach dragonstone,     to see daenerys,     to fight alongside her, and to rightfully place her on the iron throne.     as she mounts the dragon rhaegal,     named after her father,    and with daenerys leading her forward,  together,     they will take back what is theirs.   with fire and blood.

#written. #winterstark

[winterstark]

consider this a soft reboot!

#i'm missing arya constantly u know #She's my best girl #not been rocking with the green for TIME actually #who knows what i decide to do #i am useless #anyhow i miss this blog #i love winterstark nation i miss u all

[witchwretch]

☽    i’m not a good person .

libby  makes  a  living  off  deceit,    else  she  would  be  on  the  streets.    her  potions,    those  bottled  charms  and  elixirs,    are  full  of  true  healing,    certainly  certainly,    but  they  make  promises  of  riches  and  fortune  that  they  cannot  guarantee–  you  see,    magic  is  intent.    seek  out  a  witch,    ask  for  fame,    and  she  may  give  you  what  you  desire,    but  there  is  always  a  price  if  such  desires  are  not  naturally  found  out.    libby  cuts  corners  because  she  is  the  only  fae  afforded  this  gift;    still,    their  magic  is  binding  as  any  other.    fight  not  your  own  fight,    live  in  half  victories.

it  is  rather  early  yet;    the  stalls  of  the  morning  market  still  come  together  slowly  for  the  celebration  of  the  equinox.    libby  scrawls  loopily  the  ingredients  of  various  teas  on  tiny  scraps  of  parchment  meant  to  be  tied  with  each  sachet,    and  behind  them  pearl  stuffs  vials  with  salt.    the  old  crow  hums  something  slightly  off  key.    ❝    if  you  think  me  decent,    my  lady,    i  must  insist  you  seek  guidance  for  that  weakened  vision.    ❞  the  fae  remains  hunched  over  her  work,    decidedly  disrespectful,    and  smiles  without  looking  at  @winterstark​.    ❝    i  cannot  help  with  morality.    but  shall  i  read  your  tea  leaves,    hm?    ❞

#winterstark #[ ＷＲＥＴＣＨ ] ❛ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦 / ANSWERED. #libby: u carryin some coin? maybe i can in fact help you with morality...... #a gremlin.... pfft.... #i'm still workin on an asoiaf verse pls love me anyway

[dametyler]

WOLF RETURNS, crash landing, all out of breath and smiling. adventure tinges your cheeks a fiery shade of pink, and you don’t think it’ll ever fade; because now this is yours. time & space. the creation and destruction of galaxies. you were made for this, made for more – rose tyler, girl in the shops; that was never your destiny. and yet here you are again, regular boring earth, body poised directly in front of the exact counter you’ve stood behind for so long [ the counter you’ve grown to despise, a testament to the stagnancy everyone around you is so willing to accept – from life? or from you? both. ] 

“ arya! ” you squeal, and you can barely throw your arms around her before the stories begin to roll out, all overlapped and tangled on your tongue. “ ‘n he’s the doctor, not a real doctor mind you he hasn’t got any qualifications or whatever [ ‘ although his ears might need some, size of ‘em ’ … you giggle quietly ] , and he ‘as this – this amazing blue box, ” a customer clears their throat behind you, adamant to check out another useless thing they’ll have replaced by next month. “ yeah yeah ‘ang on give me a minute ... [ an apologetic smile and their impatience is quelled ] … @winterstark​, just --- c’mon! you’ve got to see it! ”

#hi <3 #mwah #rewatching parts of s1 my rose voice is rusty

[jedifel]

YOU ARE JAINA SOLO,       daughter and sister of heroes   . . .                (       friends only   *written study   for     jaina solo      𝑜𝑓    george lucas’      𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚜  franchise.     [ . . . ]      taking   inspiration   from   the novels    and    personal headcanons.       )         you will falter,    but you will find yourself.            —     written lovingly by stu,    a nonbinary iraqi based in the uk.       [please refer to @winterstark for rules.]

#pinned. #dnrb.

[wildwclf]

    「   ❄  @winterstark​​​  liked  for  a  starter .  ❄  」

        — BRANDON’S  EYES  WERE  THE  STORMY  GREY  OF  THE  SEA  WHEN  HE  FIRST  STEPPED  INTO  THE  HALL .  for  a  moment  he  held  himself  with  the  tense ,  wary  stance  of  a  wolf  -  but  as  he  strode  forward  each  step  regained  a  measure  of  confidence .  these  were  halls  he  knew  well ,  halls  that  once  might  have  been  his  own ,  and  he  refused  to  let  the  ghosts  here  haunt  him . 

his  gaze  found  arya ,  and  at  once  the  tempest  melted  .  a  smile  curled  at  the  corner  of  his  lips  as  he  closed  the  distance  between  them  and  took  the  empty  seat  in  front  of  her . “ you’ve  grown  since  last  I  saw  you ,”  he  said ,  reaching  for  a  cup  of  ale .  “ and  look  all  the  more  like  my  sweet  sister  with  each  year  that  passes . ”  he  leaned  forward  then  ,  a  glint  of  mischief  in  his  eyes ,  and  added ,  “ which  is  much  to  the  good .  your  sisters  and  brothers  are  handsome  enough ,  to  be  sure ,  but  it’s  the  wolf  blood  that  will  keep  you  warm  when  winter  comes . ”

#* 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦 → ∵ ☾ 𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝟬𝟯 ☽ ∵ #( I was thinking night's watch verse but let me know if something else works better! )

[nerdylocksandthethreebears]

Okay but starker plus one (preferably either Steve or Bucky), where Peter has felt like the other two have been too busy for him, working too hard, having business meetings or dinners to impress people (and maybe Peter can be a little so he gets put to bed earlier, or maybe he just get interrupted the whole time by stuck up business men) or maybe the two are just so absorbed in their own lives.

Peter starts acting out, going out thinking no one will notice, ignoring orders, just anything to get some attention

#Starkershield #Winterstarker

[starrystarker]

ooo could you do peter being passed around by tony and bucky?

winterironspider with overstimulation, daddy kink, other good stuff

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“Fuck, why is he still so tight-” Bucky grunts, shoving his thick cock inside Peter roughly, ignoring the whimpering pleas of the boy beneath him. “How many times did you go at him before I got here?”

“Three?” Tony shrugs, tugging at his own cock lazily, content in sitting on the sidelines watching Bucky fuck the life out of Peter. “Wasn’t keeping track.”

“Explains why he’s so wet,” Bucky mutters, hips snapping up at a backbreaking speed, the bed creaking underneath them. Peter’s hands are tied behind his back, his face smushed into the bedding, his ass high up in the air presented nicely for Tony and Bucky. There’s cum and lube dripping out of his hole, trickling down his thighs. “You don’t clean up after yourself.”

“Hey!” Tony protests. “At least I took care of him.” He smirks, reaching another hand down to fondle his own balls.

“What are you implying?” Bucky growls, grabbing two handfuls of Peter’s ass and squeezing hard, eliciting a moan from the boy.

“Petey likes me better ‘cause I make him cum,” Tony boasts proudly, now pumping his cock hard and fast, pre spurting out from the tip and dripping down his hands.

“That’s not true,” Bucky groans as he empties inside of Peter, bottoming out as he does. Tony raises an eyebrow, watching the boy’s cock jump, swollen and pink, but not come. 

Bucky growls, reaching a hand down to grab Peter’s cocklet, cupping the small length in his large, calloused hands. The boy yelps, his hips bucking forward, thrusting to get more friction. 

“Good baby,” Bucky coos as Peter’s mouth falls open in a silent moan, squirting all over the man’s hand. “Making cummies for daddy, good boy.” Tony chuckles at that.

“What?” Bucky says, annoyed, slipping his hand between Peter’s thighs, rolling his balls in his hands slowly, enjoying the little gasps it brings from the boy.

“You-” Tony snickers, still stroking his cock languidly. It’s long and fat and dark red with veins bulging out; he wants to edge himself before fucking another load into Peter. “You had to touch his dick-” He breaks off, snorting to himself.

Bucky turns the slightest shade of red, huffing indignantly. “Let me see you do it then,” He challenges.

“Watch and learn, Bucko,” Tony says, climbing onto the bed. “Watch and learn.”

“D-Daddy, ‘m sensitive, please-” Peter whimpers, wriggling his ass, his hole fluttering, too fucked open to close. “S’wet, unh-” The boy clenches down on nothing feebly, his hole barely tightening as a flood of cum gushes out of his hole.

“Baby,” Tony coos, leaning down to slurp up the wetness, swallowing the mixture of his and Bucky’s cum. “I know you like it, feeling your daddies’ cum inside you.” Tony dives in, working his tongue inside the boy’s gaping wide hole, finding his prostate and pressing against it. Between Peter’s thighs, his cocklet jumps at the stimulation. 

“Fuck, you’re so loose, honey, Bucky’s thick, isn’t he,” Tony says around another mouthful of cum and lube. “Daddy’s gonna fuck you now, baby.”

“No, please, it hurts, it hurts-” Peter babbles, his cocklet spurting pre all over the sheets. Tony thrusts in without warning, and Peter barely feels the stretch at all.

“S’too much, daddy- ah, ah-” Peter moans, ass jiggling obscenely in front of Tony’s face as he wriggles to get free. The man slaps down on one cheek, the sensation causing Peter to cum again, spurting all over his stomach.

“Good boy,” Tony coos. He hasn’t cum yet since Peter was already so on edge it didn’t take him long at all.

“S’not fair,” Bucky grumbles. “He was already on edge.”

“Have another go at him then,” Tony challenges. “Unless…” He smirks, leaning back in his seat as he tugs at his cock, squeezing at it almost painfully.

Bucky sits up with a growl, giving his dick a couple jerks before fucking Peter fast, determined to hit the boy’s prostate with every thrust.

“No, no, please, please stop-” Peter sobs, body falling limp as his pleas go unanswered, just laying there and taking it. “D-Daddy, daddy-”

The boy passes out before he can cum, but even when unconscious, Peter squirts a dribble of cum as Bucky cums inside him again. Tony cums as well, standing to squirt all over Peter’s face.

Tony grins, satisfied. “Now that’s how you do it.”

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send me a mini prompt and i’ll write something under 1k!

#starker #nff #winterstarker #winterironspider #send me a mini prompt!!

[ironspiidey]

Good Intentions

Hey dudes, so my MH has been awful lately and I’ve been struggling with alot. @cagestark was there for me these past few days and helped me feel so so much better. 

I cannot thank you enough for letting me rant and not making feel dumb so as a thanks my brain created this. 

WIS work in progress

"Anthony Edward Stark!" Pepper growls as she walks into his lab.

Tony ignores her and keeps soldering the circuit board

"Don't ignore me! I've had just enough of you." Pepper stops in front of him, tapping her foot in irritation on the tile floor.

"Whatever it is, I didn't do it. "

"Tony."

"Okay if I did to it, it wasn't my fault. It was Rhodey's idea!"

"Don't bring my fiance into this. This is all your fault and your going to be fixing it. I was hoping without my help but at this rate your going to need me and Natalie and maybe even Bruce."

That made his eyebrows raise in curiosity " You and them? What the hell did I do?"

"This is what you did." Pepper tossed a StarkPad across the countertop.

Tony lifted his head and put down his tools as he pressed play on the video on screen.

"Brucie man I don’t know what to tell you. I’m a lone wolf and no cute, sweet omega will change that!" Tony took a drink of his scotch.

Bruce eyed him curiously for a moment "Not even your sweet, cute intern?"

Tony gave him a pointed look "I don't what it is about me and Peter but drop it. He's a kid. I’m supposed to be his mentor."

"Supposed to? So that means you DO have feelings for him. Nat owes me 20 bucks."

"You betted on this?"

"Not the point. So, you do have feelings for him?"

" That isn’t the point. Regardless of how I feel, even if I didn’t mentor him since he was 14, Peter does not need an old wore out superhero for a boyfriend."

"And now I owe Bucky 20. Tony, don't you think you should let Peter make his own mind up? He's not 14 anymore."

"No, you’re right. He isn't 14. He's 19. A college student. I only just convinced him to take his second year at MIT. If I say anything he's going to try and get back in NYU to be closer and the universe has done enough to stall and fuck with his future. Peter deserves the best and I sure as shit aint it." without another word, Tony downed what was left of his scotch and headed for the door.

"Tony you don't have to bolt out of the room."

"I do if you’re going to keep bringing up Peter because I'll be blue in the face until you get the fact it will never ever happen between us."

"I won’t say another word, just sit down."

Tony eyed him suspiciously

"What? Okay on one condition. You grab me a beer."

Tony rolled his eyes but walked over to the bar, pouring himself another then grabbing Bruce his beer. Just as he tossed it to the other man Natalie came storming into the living room.

"What the fuck Stark?!"

Pepper paused the video. "Get it now?"

Tony sighed "I don't know what you want from me Pep. You know as well as I do, I'm better off by myself."

"No. You’re afraid. Just like you were afraid of being happy with me. Then when you were afraid of being a father. Who helped you through that Tony?"

"Pepper..."

"Who was it Tony? Tell me."

"Peter okay!" Tony stormed off

"Don't you dare walk away from me!" Pepper followed him "When are you going to wake up Tony?  You've changed and become more of the decent man I knew you could be and as much as I am loathe to admit it, that is because of Peter. You have a chance here, to finally be with someone that is your equal and you’re going to ruin it if you don't get your head out of your damn asshole!"

Tony swallowed. "I fucking know okay? but just because Peter is great for me doesn't mean I'm great for him."

Pepper sighed "If you didn't make him happy, he wouldn't have been crying on Bucky's shoulder for the past week. If you don't do something soon, he may just sweep Peter up himself."

At that Tony's head whips around and gave Pepper a pointed look. "Your bluffing."

Pepper rolled her eyes. "Why would I bluff about that? Friday? Can you project the living room feed from last Tuesday, around early evening?"

"Of course."

A projection appears on the left wall facing Tony of the living room of the Avengers wings.

"Good god Bucky. I was so fucking dumb."

"Peter no, not even close." Bucky walks over to the window where the younger man was standing. "Stark will always be Stark and if he isn’t ready for commitment that has nothing to do with you."

"But you weren't there. You didn’t hear him. How casual he sounded."

"Not that I'm defending him, but he didn't know you were there, maybe just maybe he was putting up a front to Banner?"

Peter sniffed. "I don't think so, Bruce isn't like that. He was annoyed that he was being pestered about us and made it noticeably clear it would never happen. So instead of being a stupid lovesick teenager, I'm a stupid lovesick adult."

Bucky squeezed Peter's shoulder. "Don't talk like that. You're not stupid. He is. You’re a catch Peter and if he can't see that well that's his loss."

“I don’t see how any of this-“

"Show us 4 days ago same room, same time." Pepper cut him off.

"God now he's ignoring me Bucky!" Peter paced back and forth across the room

"Will you please sit down? your making me nauseous." Bucky gestured to the couch across from the chair he was currently in.

Peter sighed as he practically threw himself down on the couch. "Ignoring me. Bucky he never ever does that. "

"Tony ignores everybody at least once a week."

"But not me." Peter pointed out. "He found out I heard him. he must have." Peter's voice started to break the end.

"Pete c'mon that's probably a coincidence."

Peter glared at the super solider "Yeah because Tony would randomly ignore me for the first time in 4ish years days after I heard him say he would never ever be with me no matter what."

"Now your exaggerating. Peter you guys were literally snuggling last week during movie night. He wouldn’t do that if he wasn’t interested."

"Well clearly not interested enough."

"Okay. Ready for the next one?"She asked as the clip ended.

Tony rolled his eyes "Haven't you shown me enough? I get it. Peter is hurting but that doesn’t change a thing."

"Exactly my point, this last one though, with any luck will pull your head out of your ass. Ready?"

Tony looked at her in confusion. "Fine."

"Okay Friday, show us Movie Night, 7pm."

"Okay guys ready?" Steve asked, standing in front of the room scanning to make sure everyone was here.

"No, Peter and Tony aren’t here yet."

"Yeah well it was about time that Tony would start ditching again." Clint said as he grabbed some of Nat’s popcorn.

"I'll go find Peter, one sec." Nat handed Clint the bowl and headed down the hall. Returning a few minutes later with Peter trailing behind her, looking for a seat.

"Don’t even think about it Peter." Clint grinned, stretching out like a cat on the sofa which made Nat roll her eyes.

"I can move him if you want Peter." Nat said, leaning towards his legs.

Before Peter could respond, Bucky padded the cushion next to him on the loveseat "C'mon over Pete."

Peter smiled and nodded, "Thanks but I’ll just sit by Buck." Nat raised her eyebrow but said nothing.

"Okay we good? Can we start?" Steve asked, started the movie and quickly sitting down when no one objected.

Bucky laid his arm down on the back of the coach, whispering something in Peter's ear which made him giggle. Peter looked to the door for a few minutes before his shoulders sagged and he leaned into the other man as he got comfortable. Smacking his flesh arm and gave him a look at whatever Bucky had said, his voice lower than the movie.

Tony squinted at the feed even after it stopped. After 5 minutes of him being silent Pepper spoke up.

"So?"

"Tony?"

"Tony!!" Pepper practically shouted

He shook his head and turned to her. "Uh sorry what?"

"Did that perhaps hit a nerve?"

"Nerve? No. "

Pepper just looked at him for a few minutes, it was clear he needed a few moments to process what he just saw.

"They use nicknames now?"

Pepper rolled her eyes "That's what your taking out of this?"

"Bucky never called Peter by anything other than Little Spider or Parker... And what’s with Peter calling him Buck?"

"Well I think its best I just leave you to brainstorm why your love interest is calling Captain Americas ex-boyfriend nicknames." Her heels clicking as she crossed the room heading for the elevator.

"Wait Pepper. What was the point? how is this anything to do with me?"

Pepper turned from her spot in the doorway “Well if you didn't hide out in here and yes that’s exactly what you were doing. Peter would have been snuggled up to you instead of the super solider."

"That’s what he was looking at, he was disappointed I wasn’t there!" By the time Tony spoke again Pepper was long gone and he was left to his own devices.

"Fri?"

"Yes Boss?"

"Lock down the lab, we need to work that last video and amplify the sounds while lowering the volume of the surround sound. "

"Activating Do not Disturb protocol, Keep current exception list of Ms. Potts. Rhodey, Mr. Banner and Peter?"

Tony sighed. "Since when have you referred to him as Peter? Who added him to the exception list without my permission?"

"Would you rather i refer to him as Petey? Petey Pie or perhaps Spiderling?"

Tony chuckled. "Peter is fine. How did he end up on the exception list?"

"As per my programming sir. The algorithms showed you and Peter have an active role in each other’s lives, physically and online. It was only fitting to add him to the list. Should I remove him now that its changed?"

"Changed? " Tony questioned his AI

"Peter has not been in the lab or Avenger corridors at the same time as you in the last week, you haven't contacted each other online either. There seems to be lack of interacting in the last week. "

"Who is on Peter's exception list?"

" Ms. Widow, Ned Leeds, Bucky Barnes and yourself Sir."

"Ms. Widow?"

"As per Peter's instructions I was to refer to his contacts as Ms. Widow, Ned Leeds, Bucky Barnes and Tones."

Tony felt a smile creep up on his face at Peters chosen nickname. "No nickname for the super soldier?"

"Negative Boss. Shall Peter stay on your protocol?"

"Yeah but change Rhodey to Platypus and Peter to Petey Pie. It has a ring to it doesn't it?"

"It does sir, very fitting for him.  Shall I alert to Ms. Potts You’ve made progress?"

"Don’t you dare. Now back to amplifying the sounds excluding the movie please?"

"Yes sir."

#winterstarker #wis in progress #wis #pre wis #pre starker #tony is an ass #peter is sad #bucky gives good hugs #good intentions #fic for cage #cage is queen #fucking love her #fanfic #wip #wis wip #my fanfic #ironspiidey writes

[babybatscreationsv2]

Lessons For a Brat Part 2 (END)

Marvel | Winterstarker

It's Bucky's first time being sent on one of Tony Stark's calls despite the many years the man had been using their escort service. Only it isn't the "Mr. Stark" he had expected waiting for him when he arrives.

Rating: Explicit

For H <3

Warnings and tags below

Warnings/tags: escort!Bucky, brat!Peter, incest, mildly dubious consent, rough sex, humiliation, threesome, possessiveness

Peter was waiting for him on the couch when he came in. The boy was barely dressed, wearing a pair of shorts with his shirt hanging open. His smile was cocky when he saw Bucky.

Peter was waiting for him on the couch when he came in. The boy was barely dressed, wearing a pair of shorts with his shirt hanging open. His smile was cocky when he saw Bucky.

"You called, sweetheart?"

"Dad's at a work thing, but we should have a few hours."

"Then we'd better cut to the chase this time. Or are we gonna keep playing the 'I wanna top' game?"

"Fuck you," Peter spat, but his cheeks rapidly grew red and his eyes turned away.

Bucky walked over to the couch and looked down at him. He reached down, wrapped his hand around the boy's neck, and pulled him to his feet. Just like before he was soft, melting under his hands as Bucky kissed him. He reached behind him to squeeze his ass and Peter whined. He pressed his body against Bucky's, rubbing himself against his hip. Bucky was just about to push him down onto the couch when the elevator chimed and they both froze.

Tony Stark, dressed as sharp as all the magazines made him look, came striding out of the elevator. He walked like he had all the time in the world. As if they would simply wait as long as it took for him to address him. And they did. He walked to the living room and stopped at the edge of the rug. He said nothing as he looked at them both. Bucky watched the man's eyes glide from the hand on his son's ass to their legs which were slotted together to Peter's hands on Bucky's chest. Finally he looked him in the eye.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Stark," Bucky greeted. He removed his hands from the man's son and offered him one. Tony just slipped his hands into his pockets. "I'm Bucky."

"I know who you are, Mr. Barnes." He looked at them both. "Your boss called. Wanted to make sure I knew what my son was up to." Tony looked at the boy.

"I'm nineteen! I can fuck who I want." He turned away from Bucky as if squaring the man up.

"Is that right?" Tony took a couple steps forward and tossed his jacket over the back of an armchair. "You don't fuck anyone without my permission. You know better than that, kiddo."

Bucky looked between the two of them, unsure of what to make of the conversation. Whatever was happening, he didn't want to be caught up in it. He stepped away from the couch heading towards the door.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark. I'll see myself out."

"No you won't." He stopped him with a hand on his chest as he tried to pass. Bucky stared into his eyes, heart pounding nervously. Tony looked him up and down, eyes returning to his face with low lids and a flirty smile.

The hand on his chest moved to his chin. Bucky could feel his own pulse in his throat now.

"You've already been booked for the evening." His voice was low and intimate. He leaned slowly towards him and Bucky followed without a thought. "I might as well get what I paid for."

Tony's lips met his, so softly it made him shiver. Then again, more firmly, more demanding. He'd laughed at Peter for the way he came apart after a kiss, but he was no better. Not when Tony kissed him like that.

"Hey!" Peter nearly screamed and they both stopped. "That's my escort. I booked him. You can't have him!"

It was dangerous how unbothered Tony was by the outburst. He turned slowly away from Bucky, but his hand slid down from his face all the way to his abdomen.

"I don't know what's gotten into you," Tony stared the boy down. "But if you're going to act like a child you can be treated like one."

Peter crossed his arms over his chest. "Fuck you," he spat.

"We're gonna clean up that mouth. Teach you some manners." Tony looked back at him. "What do you think, Bucky? Want to help me discipline my son?"

Bucky grinned. He'd been looking forward to putting the brat in his place again, but this was so much better. "I'm in," he said, not in the least hiding how eager he was.

"Why don't you have a seat? Make yourself at home, Mr. Barnes."

Bucky stepped away and sat down on the couch. He settled back comfortably, legs splayed with an arm thrown across the back. Peter looked at him almost furiously.

"This is stupid," he spat at his father.

Tony walked closer as unhooked the buttons of his sleeves. He rolled the fabric up to his elbows and stopped, standing just in front of his son.

"Strip."

Peter was silent as he stood, glaring defiantly at the man.

"I can make this so much for you, baby. You don't want that, trust me."

The boy was red in the face as he dropped his shirt from his shoulders. He didn't look at either them. His clothes became a little pile on the floor, then he stood uncertainly in front of them. Bucky quirked an eyebrow at the sight of him, half hard, blush growing into his neck.

Tony sat in the chair across from Bucky. "Come here." He snapped his fingers.

Peter went and knelt in front of him. Bucky fucking throbbed at the sight. He'd realized the two of them were fucking but his daddy had him trained. It was gorgeous.

Tony reached down and gripped his jaw. "I shouldn't have to tell you what you did wrong, but since you're a little confused today let me spell it out for you." He paused and ran a gentle hand through Peter's hair. The boy settled, losing some of the tension in his shoulders.

"You do not have sex without my permission. Right?"

"Yes, daddy. I'm sorry," he said quietly.

Tony put two fingers to his lips and the boy opened his mouth. "You don't cum without my permission." He stuffed another finger into his mouth and pushed them in until he gagged. Bucky watched him struggle to keep his throat in check. He licked his lips, grip tight on the couch.

"And you do not," he stuffed a fourth finger into his mouth. Peter gagged and his eyes teared up. "Speak to me any way you like. Got it?"

"Yes, daddy," Peter gurled, barely intelligible around his father's hand.

"You're mine. And these holes are fucking mine." Bucky admired him, still and controlled, but completely at ease. Meanwhile his boy on the floor was a mess of spit and tears were starting to fall from his eyes.

Tony pulled the hand from his mouth and dried it on his pants. "Come here," he said as he pulled him up onto his lap. He looked smaller there, not because Tony was so much bigger but because he was so much more in control.

Peter pouted like a kicked puppy, but he let his dad pull him up and clean his face with his sleeve. Tony kissed him tenderly. Then he started to whine and Bucky realized his dad was stroking his cock. Bucky reached down and adjusted himself and Tony finally seemed to remember he was still there. He stopped and held Peter's face between his hands.

"Ready to be my good boy?"

"Yes, daddy." He blinked at him with wet lashes.

"Good. Then you have someone else to apologize to."

Peter slipped down from the man's lap and crawled over to the couch. He sat looking up at him, gorgeous and unbelievably tamed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Barnes," he said sweetly. Bucky looked at Tony, uncertain of his role here.

"It's hard to forgive him when he looks so pretty with tears in his eyes, isn't it?" Tony smirked. "I think you'll have to give him a proper apology, sweetheart."

"Can I, daddy?"

"Of course, baby. You don't mind right, Bucky?" Tony said, watching from his seat. "Open up his pants for him, baby. Make him feel at home."

Peter reached into his lap and unhooked his belt. His hands were so soft against his skin as he reached in and took his cock out, taking extra care to make sure he was comfortable. The boy was better trained than Bucky was and he was an actual whore.

Peter leaned over and spit, letting it run down his cock before he wrapped his hand around it. Bucky sighed and leaned back into the couch.

"I might just find it in me to forgive you," he teased.

Tony left his seat to stand behind him. He grabbed Peter's hips and pulled him so he was bent at the waist. Bucky looked down at the boy, blushing almost innocently, so different from the brat he was before. Both of his hands were wrapped around his cock while, behind him, Tony toyed with his ass.

Peter leaned forward, opening his mouth like he meant to wrap his lips around him, but Tony slapped his cheek. "Hands only, fucking whore." He hooked two fingers in the side of his mouth and pulled it open. "These holes are mine. Fucking disrespectful brat."

"Daddy," the boy whined with his mouth full.

"Shut up," Tony scolded. He took his fingers away and gripped the boy's hips. Bucky watched, enraptured, as he lined up his dick with his son's hole and slowly pushed in. Peter's eyes rolled back and his hands slowed.

"Hey," Bucky slapped his cheek. "You had an apology to make didn't you?"

"Sorry, Bucky." Peter blinked up at him. How could he look so innocent with his father's dick up his ass? And when Tony started to really fuck him, the boy just fell apart, moaning and whining. He squeezed Bucky's thigh with one hand and pumped his cock almost too fast with the other.

"Please, daddy!"

"Did you learn your lesson, kiddo?" Tony slowed himself down to lean over the boy's back, but Bucky could his hips rocking against Peter's ass, still fucking him deep.

"I'm sorry, daddy. I'll be good. I promise!"

"Then tell me what you need, baby."

Peter looked up at Bucky pleadingly. "I need something in my mouth. Please?"

"That's daddy's hole, baby." Tony smirked at Bucky. "But daddy can help you make your apology."

"Yes please, daddy!"

"Open wide." Peter opened his mouth and Tony grabbed the back of his head. He pushed his head down into Bucky's lap. The sudden heat around his cock almost made him forget himself, balls aching to come down that hot throat. Peter's soft lips wrapped around him and he moaned so sweetly even when Tony pushed him down until he choked.

"You know," Bucky cleared his throat. "I'm really supposed to use a condom for this."

"I'm his dad. How much more permission do you need?" Tony looked at him with an amused smirk. "Don't you think I know what's best for him?"

"Yes, sir." He couldn't argue with that. Especially not with such a pretty boy moaning around his dick. He looked so small, rocking back and forth between them. His skinny fingers held on to Bucky's thighs, but he did nothing to stop the force with which Tony fucked him, practically fucking them both at once as he used his son's head like a fleshlight.

"Getting close, Buck?" Tony asked him.

Despite how much he wanted to live in this moment forever, he was only a man. He nodded his head. "Yes, sir."

"Good." He pulled Peter's head back by his hair. The boy whined as Bucky's cock slipped from his lips and a quiet groan from Bucky followed. "Do you want his cum, baby?"

Peter's mouth was so swollen. Bucky couldn't look away as he spoke. "Yes daddy, please," he whined

"Do you think you deserve it?"

"If you want, daddy. My holes are all yours."

"That's right. You're mine. And I want to see you swallow his cum like a fucking cum dumpster."

"Yes, daddy!"

Tony pushed his head back down, hand firm in his hair. Bucky's fucking soul left his body at the way Peter sucked him down into his throat. Tony throat fucked him on Bucky's cock. He panted, orgasm building fast, looking at Tony for instructions. The man just smirked at him for a moment, letting the moment linger, watching them both suffer at his whim. He was almost ready to beg.

"Cum," Tony ordered. He pushed Peter's face into his lap and his cock into the back of his throat. It almost fucking hurt when he came, holding onto the couch, almost growling through his teeth. When he opened his eyes, Tony was fucking the boy like he wanted to break him. Peter's head was still resting in his lap, but he placed little kisses on Bucky's cock that made him wish he hadn't cum so he could do it on his face.

He could see it in Peter's face more than Tony's when his dad came inside him. Peter's mouth was open, his eyes far away, a soft whine coming from those wet lips.

"Daddy!"

"You're fucking mine," Tony growled.

"Yours, all yours," Peter panted.

Tony grabbed him and pulled him backwards, sitting down on the coffee table with Peter in his lap. Peter whined and twisted until he could kiss him with his cock still buried inside. Bucky wondered if Tony could taste his cum in his son's mouth.

"Daddy can I cum?" the boy asked sweetly. He pouted at him with giant, watery eyes.

"Nope. I think you can spend a few days convincing me that you're really sorry and then we'll see."

"But I am sorry!"

"You will be." Tony reached between Peter's legs and wrapped his hand around his cock. Peter whined in broken little pants as he stroked him.

"Daddy- I'm gonna cum, please!"

Tony took his hand off him and grabbed Peter's wrist when he reached for it. "No," he said firmly.

He kissed the boy's neck while he sobbed. Little frustrated tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

"Daddydaddydaddy," he begged. Tony only held him tightly, ravaging the side of his neck, leaving his skin red and bruised. He stopped and gave him a gentle kiss.

"Settle down now or I'll get ice for it."

"No! No, I'll be good!" He sat back with his hands firmly at his sides, unnaturally still.

"What do you think, Mr. Barnes?" Tony looked at him now. He was gorgeous like this, skin pink from exertion, a bit of sweat along his hairline. "All forgiven?"

"Only as long as you plan on inviting me back. Otherwise I'll be heartbroken."

Tony ran his fingers up Peter's thigh and over his hip. The boy shivered at his touch. His hands were squeezed into fists, but he gasped, melting when Tony's hand slid up to his neck and squeezed.

"I think that can be arranged." Peter panted in his lap, legs spread as and inviting them to touch. Two fingers were stuffed into his mouth and the boy happily sucked. "What do you think, kiddo?"

He nodded with his mouth stuffed full. His heavy eyes flicked briefly in Bucky's direction before fluttering shut again. Horny as he was, he was clearly content to be his father's plaything. Bucky wondered if all of this wasn't a game he'd set up to get his dad's attention. He clearly didn't have a problem with whatever fucked up arrangement they had.

"You're booked for another hour, I'm sure," Tony said, turning his attention back to him. "Why don't you stay for lunch?"

#starker #winterstarker #prompt fill #marvel

[godlovesreddie]

I’m an adult so it would be weird to ask for anything adult in content but like fluffy Winterironspider? Pete has a bad day and Bucky and tony dote him with so much love and affection

it’s not weird at all (:

also sorry if this isn’t what you wanted my brain is fried from testing for three weeks straight

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#starker #winterstarker #winterspider #winteriron #spiderman #ironman #peter parker #tom holland #tony stark #robert downey jr #winter soilder #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #sebastian stan #baby blue #aesthetic #moodboard #mcu #marvel #avengers

[winterstark]

bea’s blogroll!

@winterstark         arya stark from asoiaf. @snowreign         elsa from frozen. @serialcage          joe goldberg from you. @versusmaim         multi!

#blogroll. #moved all my other muses to versusmaim! #<33

[peachystarker]

kinda wanna write something but i have no ideas. send prompts?

#starker #winteriron #winterstarker #peter parker x tony stark #peter x tony #bucky barnes x tony stark x peter parker #bucky x peter x tony #wow tags

[im-tops-bottom]

Bucky asking Tony to the prom:

#winteriron #winterstark #starkbarnes #Bucky is gonna take Tony on highway to heaven #tony knows he'll love the ride #Bucky & Tony going to prom

[iloveyou3thousand]

married peter and tony waking up to find bucky in the doorway because he had a nightmare and didn't want to be alone (not winterstarker platonic onlt w bucky pls)

soft boys soft boys soft boys

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Peter’s instincts are good.

They’re very good.

So when there is someone in the doorway in the middle of the night, a figure lurking, swathed in darkness, he feels it even though he is asleep.

He’s awake in a second, eyes blinking blearily in the dark of the room. In a flash, he notes the time on the alarm clock on Tony’s bedside table on the other side, directly in his line of vision. It’s three in the morning. Peter’s brain immediately provides him with the thought that it’s the perfect time for burglars to make their way into your house without getting caught – a fear left over from living in some of the worst parts of town for years of his life. But he knows, logically, that nobody could get through the security system in the compound without Tony being notified, so it put him at ease slightly before he rolled over to look at whose eyes were burning holes into his back.

The movement has Tony stirring gently beside him, but he doesn’t wake up. As Peter’s eyes adjust to the darkness to better see the silhouette in the doorway, he catches a glimpse of something shiny, a little bit of moonlight catching on metal, and he belatedly realizes who it might be.

“Bucky?” he croaks, and Tony beside him sighs softly in his sleep.

“Sorry,” comes a groggy voice from the doorway, clearly hesitant. The figure does a small step back, the metal of his arm glinting a little more in the faint light falling into the bedroom.

Peter pushes himself into a sitting position, and when the movement pulls away the blankets from Tony’s chest, the man lets out a small sound of protest before his eyes open and he looks around toward the source of the lack of warmth. When he sees Peter sitting up, he turns onto his side, about to ask Peter what is going on when he, too, sees the man in their room.

“No,” Peter shakes his head, and waves a hand in Bucky’s direction, “No, don’t be. What’s up? Is something wrong?”

Peter can see that Bucky hesitates, even if he can’t read his expression from where he’s lying in bed. He wants to get out and go take a closer look, but he has the feeling that Bucky won’t respond too well to that. He seems…skittish, almost. Or maybe he’s just tentative.

“No one’s awake. And I thought… I thought you two usually stay up pretty late. Figured there might be a chance you’re still up.”

Bucky’s voice wavers in a way that doesn’t sit well with Peter. And neither does it feel particularly good to Tony.

“Do you want us to come sit with you for a bit? I’m okay to do that. I don’t mind,” Peter offers. Bucky almost immediately shakes his head and protests.

“I really don’t want to impose. You were sleeping—I’ll let you get back to it. Good night, Peter. Tony.”

But before Bucky can give the both of them a tentative smile and turn to leave, Tony props his head up on his hand, elbow sinking into his pillow, and offers something neither Peter nor Bucky expected from him.

“Why don’t you join us? In bed, I mean. In case that wasn’t clear. There’s plenty of room, big guy. Even with all that bulk you’re bringing to the party.”

When Bucky visibly hesitates, Tony continues, and playfully pats the mattress.

“I know the aftermath of a nightmare when I see one, buddy. Now come on. Peter’s a great big spoon. And I snore. Keeps those mental monsters at a distance.”

Peter swears he can see the corners of Bucky’s mouth quirk up, if only for a second. And just like that, he’s won over, and he finally walks further into the room, the dim light of the moon revealing he looks frazzled.

Peter sits up to make room, and allows Bucky to climb into their large bed to settle between them. Tony’s face is neutral but kind. Bucky lies down, and as promised, Peter wraps his arms around him, and when they fall asleep, it’s to the increasingly less gentle snoring coming from Tony’s side of the bed. But all in all – it’s not a bad night.

Not a bad night at all.

#starker #bucky barnes #ironspider #starker fanfic #winterironspider #i mean it's ambiguous so it can be platonic or non platonic i think! #my writing #my fanfic #drabble #Anonymous