Day 1: Bucky/Peter/Tony - Spit-roasting

Day 1: Bucky/Peter/Tony - Spit-roasting

Bucky always figured the end would be… well, different. Not that he wasted time mulling it over, but if pressed, he’d have bet on firestorms, maybe at least something to fight. But, nah. It’s this. At least for them, it’s this. And they are certainly not fighting.

Wordcount: 4.7k

Rating: Explicit

Peter Parker Bingo: SWF Alt Prompt - Tony Stark @peterparkerbingo

Peter Parker Bingo: NSWF G2 Square - Threesome @peterparkerbingo

Starker Festivals Summer Bingo: N4 Square - First time making love @starkerfestivals

Winterspider Bingo: SWF Alt Prompt - Tony Stark @winterspider-bingo

Winterspider Bingo: NSWF I4 - First time @winterspider-bingo

Oh, god. This is so good. Send help, I am dying for more.

Summary: Tony takes the team out for a celebration. Bucky finds it not horrible at first, but irresistible later.

Tags: Bucky/Peter, Strippers & Strip Clubs, Rough Sex, Rimming, Aged-Up Peter Parker, Multiple Orgasms

Tony isn’t in the habit of being late. No, really. He's never late for important things, since the last time he checked, the world’s still spinning. Except… there’s the small matter of him sometimes—rarely—being late for life. The real shit that kicks you in the balls when you’re not looking.

Exhibit A: Peter, currently sulking on a police bench, looking as if someone’s kicked his friendly neighborhood optimism straight in the nuts.

Exhibit B: some random asshole has his arm around him.

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed

Wordcount: 23,033

Starker Battleship: Not Actually Unrequited Love - @starker-battleship

Peter Parker Bingo: SWF B1 Square - Friends - @pparkerbingo

Peter Parker Bingo: NSWF N1 Square - Premature ejaculation - @pparkerbingo

Starker Festivals Summer Bingo: N3 Square - Free space - @starkerfestivals

Yeah, I normally don't jump on this train, but it high-key discourages me too.

If someone is not sure if they should comment, a smiley face or a thank you is all it takes for the writer to feel like they are not spending hours/days writing something they are tossing into a silent void.

Every comment, regardless of how short, matters so much.

Ask anyone who has posted if they are obsessively checking for feedback or for any type of affirmation for the first few days. Bet the answer is Yes.

Not to mention the fact that a few days later it's pretty much hopeless. Feels bad, man.

I could kiss every person who ever commented for me. Kisses for everyone.

This is why writers abandon stories. It’s not that we don’t love them, it’s because we don’t want to love them alone.

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 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