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Working on my "Not Actually Unrequited Love" Starker. I am probably not gonna use them when I actually post, but here they are, just in case, so I can hot-link the crap out of them.

*There are months / years in between the texts, although they are chronological.

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Day 11: Bucky/Tony - Competence kink

To understand what happens, and, most importantly, why it happens, you have to understand that Tony’s not one to toot his own horn. Not too loud, anyway. Not to the extent that he could. Sure, sometimes the horn gets a little toot, but that’s just the way it works. But, ultimately, when you’re him, you don’t have to shout it from the rooftops—people just know. It’s in the air, it crackles, it fucking sizzles, it’s expected. And yeah, maybe that makes him sound like an egotistical bastard, but if the shoe fits, wear the damn thing with rockets strapped to the heels. If anyone’s earned the right to be a cocky asshole, it’s the guy who can whip up nanotechnology between his third coffee and second mental breakdown while telling shareholders to fuck off and enjoy the profits. So, let’s state the fucking obvious for clarity: he has nothing—absolutely nothing—to be self-conscious about.

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 7.1k

Day 5: Bucky/Tony - Knife Play

It’s not actually about that move. You know the one. The knife flip. One day Tony wakes up, and this particular resident super-soldier is less that and more… just a grumpy asshole with a decent sense of humor who leaves the toilet seat up and flat Coke all over the place. Tony’s got a compound full of those. And most of them have plenty of kick-ass moves. So, yes, Tony doesn’t exactly forget about that specific move—as if he ever could—but it doesn’t bother him either. By then, he also doesn’t expect it will ever—ever—be used on him.

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 7.4k

The last thing Bucky remembers is the lounge, that mouthwatering scent, and then everything going straight to shit with no pit stops.

He rolls over, coming face to face with a bunch of blankets. They aren’t soft anymore. They aren’t clean. And they sure as hell don’t smell like anything close to heaven now. They reek of sweat, filth, and something vaguely burnt—the fuck? Must’ve been his self-respect torching itself and going up in flames.

His head is pounding, his heart is pounding, his den’s a war zone, the bed broken. His goddamn mattress looks molested. Jesus. What the fuck was that?

In Bucky’s defense, the compound’s a revolving door, and he barely recognizes half the faces most of the time, let alone pays attention to memos that pop up on his phone.

Chapter 2/?

Day 2: Bucky/Peter - Glory Hole

And it’s not that Bucky has no right to have hobbies or plans of his own, outside of work. He’s a big boy with big muscles; let him live. But the side-street building is sort of… sketchy as fuck. As in, “you’re about to end up in a bad Netflix docuseries” levels of sketchy. That’s why Peter lingers. No other reason. Zero other reasons, to be precise. Christ. He frowns under his mask, wondering if there’s a new level of pathetic he’s yet to hit or if this is finally the cap.

Wordcount: 7.5k

Rating: Explicit

Peter Parker Bingo: SWF I4 - Patrol @pparkerbingo

Peter Parker Bingo: NSWF N4 - Identity Porn @pparkerbingo

Winterspider Bingo: SWF B4 - Leather Jacket @winterspider-bingo

Winterspider Bingo: NSWF G1 - Anonymous Sex @winterspider-bingo

Day 10: Bucky/Tony - Sadism

Bucky can always tell in advance. Knows that look better than he knows the weight of a gun when the clip’s running low. It’s the one Steve gets right before he busts out the shield and charges headfirst into someone else’s personal shit like it’s a Hydra base.

Rating: Mature Wordcount: 1.6k