#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.

[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

[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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[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."

[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?"

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Claimed (Cornered pt2)

Marvel | Peter/Tony/Bucky/Stephen

It wasn't that long ago that Tony, Bucky, and Stephen took advantage of their omega classmate, Peter. In the time since, they haven't stopped thinking about him and how delightful it would be if all three alphas could keep him, forever. 

Warnings and tags below

Warnings: omegaverse, noncon, forced mating, group sex, verbal humiliation, essentially legal kidnapping

"I don't know, Stephen. I can't find any study that says it's a good idea," Tony said.

Stephen scoffed. "That's because those alphas weren't willing to share. We're a pack right? We agreed. No jealousy between us."

"He's got a point, Tones," Bucky said.

Tony glared. "Don't you 'Tones' me. You said it was wrong."

Bucky shrugged. "What's the other option? We all fight over him? Winner gets the omega? He's so hot covered in all of our cum. He's gonna be even hotter when it's dripping out of him."

Tony sighed. "Fine. But we do this the best possible way. We've all got homework. Then we'll invite him over for the fun part."

Stephen smirked. "I knew you'd see reason."

"I want him, too. I just don't want him broken."

Stephen shrugged. "I wouldn't mind if he turned into a babbling stupid mess."

"Let's not give his parents a reason to make it a legal issue."

Stephen scoffed. "No ones gonna give a fuck once it done."

"Well, let's get the work done so we can get to the good stuff." Bucky stepped between them before their spat could turn into a fight.

They spent the night reading and plotting. By the next day they had a plan that they were all satisfied with. So they sent Peter a text.

The omega was hesitant, but they lured him with reassurances that he would be safe with them. In the end it seemed the promise of more alpha cum was too good to ignore.

"They always turn into such sluts after the first time," Bucky laughed. Tony stood with his hands in his pockets watching out the windows. "Relax, Tony. He'll be here any minute."

"I am relaxed."

"You look like you're pining."

"You need your eyes checked." Tony walked away from the window and sat down. They were at Bucky's place. His parents were never around so it was perfect for getting into trouble. Once it was over, it wouldn't matter, but if they were interrupted it would ruin everything.

"Come on. We gotta stink this place up if we want it to go well." Bucky was already palming his cock through his jeans. He was hard. No one could mistake the smell coming off him.

Stephen scoffed. "I don't think that's going to be a problem. You saw how quickly he submitted. He would have let us knot if we insisted."

Bucky groaned. "Fuck I wanna knot that boy." His head fell back against the chair. He stuffed his hands down his pants. The smell was starting to get to Tony. Usually alphas don't like each other's smell, but the three of them didn't mind it. It just smelled like sex. Not enough to trigger their alphas into mating or rutting, but enough to conjure up dirty thoughts.

"He's here," Tony announced as a car pulled to a stop on the street. He could see the blush in Peter's cheeks already. Outside of school, Peter didn't have to wear skirts, but fuck if it wasn't cute that he did. It was pleated and pink and he wore it with an oversized pink sweater. He looked soft. Delicate. Breakable. Tony growled. Now he was hard.

"I'll let him in," Stephen snickered. "We wouldn't want to send him running." He shoved Tony away from the door as Peter knocked.

"Hello, Peter. So glad you could make it," he said politely, yet the sneer on his face was anything but. He gave a little wave to Peter's parents still in the car. Tony felt a little pang in his chest. Would his parents still want him after this?

"I told my parents Bucky was a beta so they'd let me come alone..." Peter said. He fiddled with the sleeves of his sweater. "I hope that's okay."

"Whatever it takes to get you here, sweetheart," Tony said. "It would be a shame if they said no." Tony's jaw ached. He was so innocent and obedient. Such a deep frown at the thought that his parents would disapprove.

Peter nodded. His fluffy hair bounced around the crown of his head and it made Tony growl again. Peter started. The smell of omega arousal filled his nose.

"Get on your knees," he said, voice all gravel. Peter dropped like a stone.

"Fuck, Tony. Thought we were gonna take it slow."

"Shut up, Barnes." Tony yanked on his jeans as he struggled to get his cock free. It had barely hit the air before Peter's mouth was on it. "Good boy," he sighed. His fingers curled in his hair. Peter looked up at him with sweet, innocent, eyes.

Peter was the sweetest cock sucker he'd ever had. His tongue ran curiously around his flesh. He moved his head too slowly, hesitantly, like he wasn't sure he was supposed to. He went between sucking too hard and not enough. Now that he was inside him, Tony was more than happy to let him experiment for the moment.

"Such a pretty thing, aren't you?" Bucky cooed. He leaned against the door frame and took his cock in his hand.

Peter gave a happy little hum.

"Breakable," Stephen added.

Bucky grinned. "Look how fast you came running when we texted you. Can't get enough alpha cock can you?"

Peter whined. A deep red blush spread down his neck.

"I sure don't hear any back talk this time," Tony purred. He thrust into his mouth and they all laughed when he choked. He blinked his tear soaked lashes up at him.

"Did you think we were gonna be nice to you, sweetheart?" Tony grabbed a fistful of his hair. "You know better than that." He rolled his hips, slowly fucking his face and Peter opened wide to let him.

"Look at him. He knows what he's good for," Stephen mocked.

Tony stuffed himself deep in his throat. Soft hands tried to push him away but couldn't. "Wish I could cum right down your throat, but we've got other plans for you."

He pulled out and left the omega coughing. Stephen didn't bother to let him catch his breath. He grabbed him by his hair and dragged him over until his face was buried in his crotch.

"Is this what you want, omega?"

"Yes..." Peter whimpered.

"Does it smell good? Is your mouth watering? I can smell your slick already."

"Bring him in here," Bucky said, crossing into the living room. "I want to see what's under that skirt."

Stephen dragged him with the hand in his hair. Peter struggled to get his feet under him. Then he was dropped in the middle of the floor with the three alphas a circle around him. The room was soaked in the smell of alpha arousal. It made his skin feel hot and his body ached to be touched. He looked up at them all, heart racing, terrified, but he needed it.

"Strip for us, sweetheart," Tony said.

Blushing Peter stood and did what he was told. He toed off his shoes and Bucky kicked them out of the way. Then he pulled his shirt up over his head. He shivered when one of them started growling. It made him want to bend over. His hole was so slick and it ached terribly. He'd never smelled so much alpha before. If they didn't touch him soon, he was going to start crying.

"Don't be shy. You know you want your alphas to see you," Bucky said.

"Let's see how wet you are under that skirt," Stephen said.

Peter chewed his lip as he slid the skirt down. He shivered at the hunger he saw all around him. Then Tony grabbed him with a bruising grip on his arm and he yelped. He reached down and tore his panties right off.

"Please- please," Peter sobbed. He was so dizzy with arousal all he wanted was to spread his legs.

"Please what, whore?" Tony growled.

"Fuck me please." Peter squirmed, squeezing his cock between his legs. It hurt too. Everything hurt. It was almost like a heat.

Tony hauled him up and tossed him down on the coffee table. Stephen and Bucky grabbed his arms and held him down. Peter whimpered and squirmed, but he spread his legs, begging Tony to take the invitation.

The alpha stalked his way around the table and knelt between his legs. He bent his head and, smirking, he licked Peter's swollen hole. His legs trembled and he sobbed.

"Please please please," Peter babbled.

"Is this what you wanted?" Tony held his cock in his hand. He ran it through the slick gleaming on his thigh.

"Yes, please! Alpha!"

Tony pushed in and he screamed. Tony moaned. He was so slick and so tight and the sound of him screaming like that. He wasn't going to last long. He fucked him far more roughly than he meant to. He was supposed to go first to make it easier for Peter, but he couldn't help himself.

"Such a good knot hole," Tony purred. "Keep crying for me, Petey. You look so pretty."

"Tony," Stephen cautioned.

Tony slowed and took a deep breath. He probably didn't realize it, but he was baring his neck already.

Mating bites are incredible things. With an alpha's mark on his skin, Peter would begin to secrete that alpha's scent to drive away other alphas. But the mark doesn't take right away. Mating bites are dormant until the alpha breeds the omega. Which means that if you do it right, if you can control yourself after a bite, an omega can have multiple viable marks. So long as none of them knotted, he could belong to all three of them. A knot responding to a bite doesn't deflate until the mark takes some hours later. They had to be very careful or their careful planning would be for nothing.

Tony licked the side of his neck and the boy shivered from head to toe. His eyes were so wide and shiny. He pulled out until just the tip of his cock was inside. He saw Stephen and Bucky both tighten their grip. Then he opened his mouth and put his teeth against soft, unbroken skin.

"Tony?" Peter whimpered.

It was much too late for protests. Tony bit down until he got the slightest taste of blood. Peter screamed and struggled. It was euphoric. The rush that went through him as the claim was made. The way the helpless little thing thrashed. His defeated little sob when he knew it was done. Tony came. He squeezed Peter's hips, stopping himself from forcing his knot inside. It was painful. His knot ached. He milked it some with his hand, wringing out as much of his cum as he could. Then he stepped back and looked at his work.

Peter's eyes shone with tears. His arms were red where Bucky and Stephen had held him down. He would have bruises tomorrow. His sweet little hole didn't spill a drop of his cum. By morning the omega would be his. Already his scent was irresistible.

"My turn," Stephen declared. Bucky nodded and let him take Tony's place. There was no arguing with the look in his eye. Stephen was always perfectly in control, but he looked almost desperate after watching Tony. His growl was low, barely there, as he pushed inside him.

"But..." Peter whined. "You didn't-" he looked at Tony.

He brushed the boy's hair back with his hand as he took Stephen's place in holding him down. "You're going to be a very special omega, Peter. An omega who has a whole pack to take care of him. Won't that be nice?"

He shook his head. "Please, I don't-" his voice broke with a sob. "I'm scared."

"Darlin, you're alright," Bucky cooed. "It won't be so bad. Then you can be ours forever."

Peter trembled, but he argued no more. Which was for the best as Stephen picked up his pace. "Best omega hole I've ever had," he sighed. "You're milking me like a little a whore, do you know that?"

Peter whined and shook his head. Stephen smirked. "You were just made for us. The pack cock sleeve."

"Please, Stephen," he whimpered.

The alpha barely held on after that. He bent and put his teeth to Peter's neck. Tony and Bucky held tight as the pain made him struggle. Peter cried and screamed as Stephen marked him opposite Tony's bite. The alpha growled, cumming as he marked him.

Stephen dragged his lips up Peter's jaw and kissed him. Peter moaned sweetly. Tony tried not to laugh. Cold hearted Stephen, melted by the claim. He hated kissing. Said it was too romantic. Tony guessed it was good enough for Peter.

"My turn," Bucky shoved Stephen's shoulder. He glared at Bucky, but he pulled out and walked around him. Peter squirmed, but he wasn't trying to get away this time.

Bucky smirked. "You want this cock, sweetheart?" Peter whined and squirmed again. Bucky teased him, running the head around his now swollen entrance.

"Please," Peter whined.

"That's my boy." Bucky pushed slowly in. He was the thickest of them and Peter made it well known, mewling like he couldn't decide if it hurt or not.

"Fuck, I can feel all that alpha cum inside you." He grinned. "We're gonna make a habit of this right?"

Tony rolled his eyes. "Didn't realize you loved our cum that much."

"Love it where it belongs. Inside our sweet omega."

Peter whined as Bucky looked him in the eye. Bucky ran his thumb over his cock and he nearly screamed.

"We've all been so busy making sure things go to plan that we've been neglecting you. Poor little thing."

Stephen scoffed. "We needed to keep him wet, didn't we?"

"Well that's not gonna be a problem now is it. You're so stuffed full of alpha. You're gonna be wet and sticky for days."

Bucky pushed in deep and Peter cried out. Bucky into him growling while he whined. It didn't take long before his mouth was on his neck. He bit down right in the center of his throat. Peter screamed, but he didn't struggle as much. As planned, Bucky had knotted him and their sweet omega was going docile.

Bucky placed kisses all over his sore neck then his panting lips.

"Good omega," Stephen purred. He wiped the tears from his cheeks. Tony let go of Peter to take his cock in his hand instead. Peter whined pitifully.

"Your cock sore, baby?" The omega nodded. "Let me help you." Tony bent over the table. He licked the wet tip of his cock. Peter whined again. Tony moaned. Omega cum always tasted so sweet.

He took his cock into his mouth, right down to the base. Stephen was forced to hold him down again as he tried to come off the table. Bucky held his legs so he couldn't tear away from his knot.

"T-tony!" he screamed. He came in the alpha's mouth while the others held him still. Tony cleaned up his cock with his tongue. Then they all stood looking down at the mess they had made.

Peter's eyes fluttered as he fought to stay awake. His neck was angry and red. A little bit of blood stained his skin.

"Bucky, why don't you lay down on the couch with him," Tony suggested. "We'll let him sleep while he can."

"Good idea. Look at the little thing."

Tony and Stephen helped Bucky get him into his arms so he could carry him with his knot still intact. Then they laid down together on the couch. Stephen found a blanket to cover them while Tony settled in on the floor next to Peter's head. He couldn't stop watching him. Neither could the others. It was a long moment before anyone remembered what they needed to be doing.

"We should get water," Tony said.

"And towels," Stephen added.

"Cold water's in the fridge, towels in the bathroom," Bucky said.

No one moved though, they just watched Peter sleep. Until he made a little noise and they all snapped out of it.

"Right. Water and towels," Tony said. Then he left to go find supplies.

"Food, too," Stephen said and followed after him.

They came back with their arms full with food, bottles of water, blankets, towels, and clothes belonging to all three of them.

Bucky laughed. "Are we nesting?"

"Shut up, Barnes," Tony huffed.

"We're just good alphas. Unlike you, laying around," Stephen teased.

"He makes a good blanket," Bucky shrugged.

"He makes a good everything..." Tony said, staring again.

"Careful, Stark. You're drooling."

"Me? I like you might be in love, Strange."

Stephen laughed humorously. "Oh, sure. You're out of your mind."

Bucky wrapped his arms a little tighter around Peter and no one said another word as they waited for him to wake up.

[babybatscreationsv2]

Reputation pt1

Marvel | Winterstarker

Peter doesn't mean to count cards, he really doesn't. He's just a natural at it. The problem is that he can't seem to stop himself and Bucky isn't going to let a little card cheat steal his boss's money.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings under the cut

Warnings: noncon, public sex, crying, rough sex, face slapping, degrading language

Peter was sweating. This was his fourth win in a row. He knew he needed to lose a few rounds, but the rush was too good. Counting cards is so easy he does it without even meaning to. No one seemed to have noticed. People have come and gone from the table without complaining and the dealer hasn't said a word. Maybe it's his baby face saving his ass but either way he has to make this his last win. Just one more. Lucky number five and then he'll lose a few. Just one more.

As soon as he showed his hand and smiled in victory, he was grabbed from behind and slammed down against the table. His face burned where it was dragged against the felt.

"You're ballsy, kid. I'll give you that," the man purred in his ear. He sounded amused more than angry, but Peter's heart was racing. He pushed too far. He had known better.

"I just got lucky us all," he groaned.

The man chuckled. "Lucky? No, sweetheart. I'm about to get lucky." Peter a click and then he was staring at the edge of a sharp blade.

"Bucky, don't hurt him. He's just a kid," the dealer said.

Bucky laughed. "Nobody's gonna get hurt. Right kid?"

Peter shook his head. "No, sir," he stuttered.

"You're gonna be a real good boy for me and I'll even let you walk out of here with your winnings."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. See the boss leaves it up to my discretion what happens to card cheats. Most of 'em are fat old business men. Not every day I get to handle a cute little thing like you," he purred. Peter could feel his warm breath against his neck. His face was just there in the corner of his eye, looming and smirking.

"What?" He couldn't mean what it sounded like.

Bucky chuckled. "What's your name, doll face?"

"Peter Parker," he said, voice breaking.

"You're gonna pay your dues the old fashioned way, Peter Parker." The knife disappeared from his view but a strong hand kept his head down against the table. He gasped as he felt his pants tear down the back. Then the cold metal was against his skin and his underwear followed his pants. Cold air touched his bare ass.

"Please," Peter whimpered.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I have a reputation for being a generous lover." He laughed. "Or maybe they're just talking about my dick."

"Oh fuck," Peter groaned, horrified. Was this guy serious? Was he really gonna fuck him? "Please, sir. I didn't mean anything by it, you can keep the money. I'll just go, okay?"

"Too late for that, darlin. I'm not letting a pretty thing like you go without punishment."

Peter shuddered as two slick finger slid up the crack of his ass. His face heated as he realized a crowd had gathered. He could hear them talking all around him. No one seemed to know if they should be appalled or excited. Those two fingers pushed in and Peter gasped. He pressed up on his toes, trying to get away, but Bucky just held him tighter. He tried to push him away, but he was bent at such a hard angle, that he couldn't get a grip on him.

"Now now, be a good boy and I'll treat you real good." Those fingers pushed in and curled up. Peter gasped, legs shaking, as Bucky rubbed his prostate.

"Course, I shouldn't treat you so well when this is meant to be a punishment should I? You haven't earned that have you? Tell you what? If you beg me real pretty, I'll get you off too. Or I'll just fuck you until you cry. Up to you, sweetheart."

"Please, let me go," Peter whispered, voice broken with fear.

The fingers slipped out of his ass only for Bucky to press the head of his cock against his hole. Peter sobbed, tears stinging his eyes.

"Fuck," Bucky moaned. "You're a pretty fucking crier. Good thing the security cameras are high fucking quality. I'd hate for the boss to miss this. He loves when pretty boys cry."

"Please," he begged again. Bucky didn't care. He pushed the head of his cock inside and Peter sobbed. It was too big around, stretching him too wide. He fucked him with just the tip while he sniffled, then he pushed the rest in all at once, moaning happily while Peter sobbed, crying openly now. He wasn't kidding about his size. He felt like he was pushing all the way up into his guts. Every time he pushed all the way in it hurt. His legs shook, only the table held him up.

Bucky grabbed both of his arms and pulled them behind his back. He held his wrists together in one hand, using his grip as leverage as he fucked him.

"Fuck, that's a tight hole." Bucky slapped his ass, only encouraging him to cry more. "Somebody get a picture for, Mr. Stark. He'll be mad he missed seeing this up close."

Peter squeezed his eyes shut while the dealer came around with his phone and snapped some pictures. "Open your eyes, sweetheart. Look pretty for the boss." Bucky slapped his face and Peter's eyes snapped open in shock.

"Good boy. Now give him a smile," he said, laughing. "That wasn't a suggestion, baby. You better fucking smile."

Peter whimpered, but he pulled his lips up into a painful smile. The dealer smirked and snapped some more pictures.

"Do you wanna cum, pretty baby? I'll help you if you beg me."

"Fuck you," Peter growled.

"Fuck me, huh?" He grabbed Peter by the hair. "You're too cute. You know that?" His hand groped Peter's ass. "I'm gonna cum all over this hole. Save the cream pieing for the boss. He's gonna want to see you."

"You said you'd let me go," Peter sniffed.

Bucky chuckled. "I said I'd let you keep your money. When you leave ain't up to me. You're in Tony Stark's house now."

Bucky groaned. He ground his hips against Peter's ass, moaning while he whimpered in pain. Then he pulled out and came in a sticky mess all over his ass.

"Ain't that the prettiest damn thing," Bucky mused. "Help me get him out of these clothes. He looks a mess. Peter Parker has a meeting with the boss."

[starrystarker]

winterironspider hcs!!!!! please,,,, i beg

mild choking, Bucky's Metal Arm Kink

peter sprawled over bucky's lap, his metal hand around the boy's throat just tight enough so it's hard to breathe, as tony fucks peter from behind. you can't tell me peter's not moaning and drooling all over bucky's hand, his own hands coming up to paw at the metal arm, cool against his touch. bucky slipping a metal finger (or two) into peter's mouth, making him suck on it, those pretty pink lips wrapped around his fingers in a perfect O shape. tony pulling at peter's hair so that the boy will throws his head back and reveal his throat for bucky to suck at.

bucky working out in the gym at the compound and telling peter to come with so the boy can sit on his back when he does pushups. peter obliging because he likes seeing bucky in sweat-damp shirts that cling to every muscle and workout shorts that reveal a lot of thigh. tony swinging by the gym to tell bucky that he's got new upgrades for his arm only to find the man fucking peter on the gym floor. cue tony joining in on the fun, of course

bucky fucking tony fucking peter!! bucky's always a little rougher, there's no refined finesse in how he fucks in and out of tony, and it doesn't matter anyway, with how often he hits the tony's prostate. bucky likes how tony becomes pliant with a good fucking, the usually snarky and confident man disappearing. tony (when he's not fucked out by bucky and can't form a coherent thought) likes to fuck peter a bit slower, dragging it out to tease the boy because the long, tortured moans that slip from his lips are gorgeous. tony likes to hear peter beg, beg for tony to let him cum.